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This is the first installment of a new cycle involving our good friend, Mike...
"I want you to suck me on your front porch."
It was a little late in the morning for a booty-text from Mike, I was already at my desk in the office. "I'm really sorry man, I'm already at work." I hit send.
"That's a shame, I've got a big three-day load, and I really need to see you." Mike texted back.
Fuck. My cock instantly jumped to half-hard, and I pulled up my schedule in Outlook. No meetings until after lunch, and I was just doing busy-work documentation until my next project. "You got me, man. Meet me at my house in twenty." I dropped an IM to my boss telling him I was taking an early lunch, and practically sprinted to my car.
It's a miracle I didn't get a ticket speeding home. Mike's pick-up pulled up just as I got to my driveway, and he followed me up the steps to my porch. Mike looked around, gauging the sightlines on my neighbors, and frowned. "I'm not so sure about this now," he said.
"Come on man, don't be a chicken shit. I don't care about the neighbors, I'd take your cock in Macy's window," I goaded him. "I can hang towels over the railing, all anyone would see is the smile on your face."
"Nah," Mike said, "Let's go to the shed."
"As long as I get your cock, I don't really care much where," I told him, and led him to the back yard. I fumbled with the keys to open the shed's door, and pulled the double doors open. Mike followed me in to the cramped space. Unless I pulled the lawn tractor out, there wouldn't be much room to stand. Mike pulled the doors shut behind him, leaving a small crack so that we'd have enough light not to kill ourselves tripping over gardening equipment and power tools. He climbed into the seat of the tractor, and worked his cock out of his jeans. I realized that I have never seen his cock soft, and it looked like I wasn't going to today, either. It was standing at attention, and already the piss slit was glistening in the faint light. The steering column on the tractor blocked me from kneeling in front of him, so I started stroking it gently with one hand while I worked the other hand under his shirt, lifting it to reveal his hairy chest.
I licked and stroked what little I could reach from our awkward positions. Finally Mike stood up, turning so his butt was against the steering wheel. "You can take the seat," he said, "But I'll drive." I climbed up and sat, and he was right, this could work after all. His hard dick was right in my face, exactly where I wanted it.
I licked the tip of Mike's cock, and tasted the faint sweetness of his pre-cum. I swirled my tongue around the red helmet, paying special attention to the frenulum, licking and sucking at one of Mike's favorite g-spots. "God DAMN!" Mike hissed, and I sucked harder. Mike grabbed my head and pushed me back off of his cock. He spit in my face, a glob of his saliva landing perfectly on my lips. I winked up at him as I broke into a grin, licking it into my mouth to mingle with my own. I then dove back down onto his cock until my nose was in his pubes, his balls were against my chin, and the wet head nudging the back of my throat. Mike grabbed my head again, this time to pull it down harder so that my wind was cut off. The instinctive panic quickly subsided, and I was able to breath through my nose while his cock blocked my throat. When I made swallowing movements, I could feel my throat muscles massaging the head of Mike's perfectly-sized cock. It reached just deep enough that I could work it, without suffocating in the effort.
For several minutes I lost myself in a world of nothing but Mike's cock, seeing only his dark pubic thatch approaching and recedeing, feeling his length slide back and forth over my tongue and into my gullet. When he popped his cock out of my mouth, I was momentarily confused. Mike pulled me up to a standing position, then fumbled my belt open and my jeans and boxers down. He turned me around so that my back was to him. I draped myself over the seat, and pushed my ass back. Mike rubbed his cock head up and down my crack, spreading my saliva, and spitting more of his to prepare for his entry. With his hands on my hips, he pulled me back onto his prick. My ass gave little resistance, welcoming him in. He was always the perfect fit, like hand in glove.
The awkward position made it difficult for me to push back as much as I'd have liked to, but I was also happy to let Mike have complete control. He slapped my ass as he withdrew his hard cock, then burried it to the hilt again. He found a rhythm, withdrawing, slapping my reddening ass, and plunging back in. The stinging of the slaps, and the battering of my prostate push me closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck me, man! Give me all you've got, man!" I felt myself getting closer and closer, and each time Mike pushed in, I bore down as hard as I could. I pulled my t-shirt off, and Mike ran his fingertips down my back. The touch gave me goose-bumps, and I shivered.
Mike leaned over me, and let his cock slide out of my ass. He hugged me from behind, and I could feel his hairy chest against my back, his cock still teasing at my rear entrance. He held me in a tight hug, and bit lightly at the back of my neck. "Get your cock back in me!" I demanded.
"I need to tell you something," he growled in my ear. "I left my wife."
I turned around to face him. He had a sad look on his face, and I could see that his eye were shining in the sliver of light. I wrapped my arms around him, and he squeezed me back. "What are you going to do? Where are you staying?" I asked him.
"This just happened. This morning," Mike said. "I haven't figured anything out yet."
"You can stay here," I said.
"In your shed?"
"No, stupid. With me. I have a big bed, and a big house."
"I appreciate the offer, really I do. But I could never ask that of you."
"You didn't ask. I offered. And, I insist. Just until you get your bearings. No arguments."
Mike leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft and gentle against mine. I realized that in the two and a half years we'd been... what? Friends? Fuckbuddies? We'd never kissed. His tongue parted my lips, and I sucked on it gently before exploring with my own. I licked down from the corner of his mouth to his neck, and continued, crouching down awkwardly as I left a wet trail through his fur until I got to his still-hard prick. "You know, we don't have to do this right now," Mike said.
"Oh yes we DO!" I insisted, and took his cock back into my mouth.
"No, baby, stand up. Let's go into the house." Baby? Mike had never called my anything but "Hey", "Man", or sometimes, "Fucker!" but Baby? I wouldn't have thought it was in his vocabulary.
I pulled up my pants, gathered up Mikes clothes, and peeked out. "The coast is clear," I told him, "Race ya!" I took off in a sprint with the bundle, across the yard to the back deck of the house. Mike was close enough behind me that I could almost feel his breath on my neck. He cuffed me playfuly across the back of my head as I pulled the patio door open, and he followed me in.
"You idiot," Mike said as soon as I had the door closed. "Anyone could have seen us!"
"You know I don't give a fuck what my neighbors think. After ten years in this house, I still don't even know any of their names."
"Then I guess they won't care is a strange man is hanging around here all of a sudden." Mike said.
"I dunno. They may never have seen anyone as strange as you." I teased.
"You jackass," Mike sighed, and put his arms around me again. I felt his still hard cock press against my semi.
"You know, Mike, you don't have to play all lovey-dovey with me just because I'm offering you a place to stay," I told him.
"Who says I'm playing? I've come to some realizations about myself since the last time I saw you. That's what instigated World War Three this morning."
"Realizations about what?" I asked.
"I finally admitted to myself that I enjoy the company of men more than I enjoy the company of women. Not just for sex, but maybe for something deeper," Mike explained. "I told her I wanted a divorce."
"Wow," I said. "This is for real. I gotta tell you, Mike, I'm really flattered that you wanted my ass as your first taste of freedom."
"Well, I don't know if I want freedom as much as I want your ass," Mike grinned.
"My ass has been yours for over two years, whenever you want it."
"That's not true," Mike said, serious again. "Not whenever I want, only just whenever I could. And I don't want just your ass. I want your face. Your... everything. I've been thinking of you a lot. I want to know what it's like to, I don't know, just relax around you. Get to know you aside from fucking."
I felt my face turing red. "I've thought you were hot as fuck from the moment we met. When you came onto me, I couldn't believe my luck. I knew you were married, but I didn't care. I just wanted to be with you, and if all I could get was your body, I'd take it. Even if it was only on the sly. Even though I knew it could never be more than that. If you're telling me that it CAN be more than that, then you better watch out, because I may never let you go."
"Who says I'd want you to?" Mike asked.
"Well, if you're going to be staying here, you better learn some of the house rules. The first is: finish what you start."
Mike raised an eyebrow, questioningly.
"Neither of us have cum yet," I explained with a leer. "If you're going to court my affections, you've got to lead with your best material."
I grabbed Mike's still-hard cock and led him upstairs.
---------------------------------- to be continued...
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