Sex With A Married Man
by joe wilson
I first noticed him at the swimming pool. He was a dream guy. Like some one you build a fantasy around. Young too. Maybe 24. Younger'n me anyway by a good ten years. Yeah, I noticed him. and the sight of him sent a shot of adrenaline right down my spine to my cock and balls.
Just looking at him made me want him. I made up my mind I was going to have him, too. Even though he was with a fem. He was kissing her up. Fingers running up her leg into her bathing suit. She smiled when he buried his face in her big tits. Yeah, I sure did want him, and I was going to get him. His wedding ring was bright gold, shining in the sunshine. A new one I figured. Just married.
You bet I was going to get him.
I knew he had to live in the condo complex. But there were several hundred units, and I didn't know which one was his. So I waited at the pool every day. Waited for this gorgeous male animal to show up, and one afternoon he did. And this time he was alone.
He wore only a jockstrap-bikini that hid nothing, but showed off the large soft penis captured inside. His shoulders seemed broader, his abs tighter. He was more macho than I had remembered. There was a scattering of chest hair between huge nipples. Nipples that he picked at all the time. Oh man how I would love to suck on those nubs. Chew on them until he couldn't stand it. Jesus! I was hot. Hot for him. And there he was across the pool almost naked, and all alone. And he was looking at me!
I nodded my head with a slight smile. Not obvious but hopefully welcoming. I wanted to put him at ease. Let him know I was available.
But there was no action on his part, so I picked up my towel and walked around the pool to where he was. He smiled when I got close to him.
"You're new here, aren't you?" I said, "I'm Dan Tobin and I live right over there." I pointed to my condo.
"Yeah, Jerry Thomas, we moved in a week ago. It's nice here." He smiled a great smile that was natural with him. Very friendly, I thought.
Being up close, I looked at the detail of him. The chest hair was curly and spread over his deep chest, and a stream of it trickled down, passed his belly button, and spread into a great patch of black pubic hair that disappeared into his bikini. The bulge was sending me to the moon. I was getting hard just lookin' at it. I hoped he noticed that.
His eyes were sharp black, amd twinkled as though he had figured me out, which I thought he did, for his hand left his nipple, dropping down to the crotch.
I followed it with my eyes, rolling my tongue over my lips, letting him know I was hungry for a suck, but he was too innocent to catch the invitation. He didn't know how much he turned me on just by touching his cock. And believe me I was turned on.
"Well I live over there," I said, "and if there's anything you ever need....or want, just come on by. I'm there most of the time. Nights too." I grinned, hoping he'd get my invite. He nodded, but that was it. He turned and walked away.
I watched his buns rotate. Disappointed that our first meeting was so brief and so unpromising. I'm going to get him somehow. So I followed him until he entered a condo unit in the building that was next to mine. Aaaah! I knew where he lived now.
That night I became a peeping tom. Stalking the man I had to have. I must admit it was fun. Something I had never done before, but there was an unexpected excitement to it. I hid in the bushes, and looked in the window of a lighted room. It was the kitchen, and his wife was at the sink washing dishes. She was beautiful. I had to admit. A long shapely body, slender, except in the breast. She was naked. I had never seen a naked woman, never really thought about it until right then. I was surprised at the jolt to my cock the sight of her gave me.
I was about to move on to a new window when the macho man walked into the room, and the sight of him caused that exquisite flash of pleasure to rush down my spine. God! He WAS beautiful. He was naked, too! I mean all the way. Not a stitch on him. His huge cock stuck out of the thick black bush. Ever hard. His fingers worked his nips giving him the 'sweet' pleasure. He was smiling, and walked to his wife with a swagger that put him in control.
She turned around. Looked at him with a lovely smile. With a sign of submission she spread her legs. Ready for his cock. I thought he was about to fuck her right there in the kitchen. Her tits were big. Firm and solid. With huge erect nipples sticking straight out. Begging for a suck. She reached for his cock and began jacking him. Pulling his naked body toward her. Jesus! she was ready. And so was he.
I had my jeans down around my knees by this time. My sweaty hands working on my huge hardon cock that was bursting with pleasure. Thrilled at the sight of his naked hard body. Tanned and hairy.
He laughed and said something to her, but I couldn't hear what it was. They kissed a long kiss and he led her out of the kitchen and through the door. Shit! Just as it was beginning to get good it ended. The light in a room upstairs turned on. I knew then it was over for the night so I went home.
Lying on my bed, I was all the way naked, my cock raging for attention. I got out the oil bottle and poured some on the tip, stroking a slow massage, feeling all the luscious lust and pleasure while I thought of him, knowing he was fucking his beautiful wife. And wishing it was me he was poking. And the night ended with another dream. And I exploded cum all over the sheet.
The next day, we were at the pool again. Like before it was just him and me. No one else. He was close to bare-ass. Just the narrow strip of his bikini covering his cock and balls.
"Hey man," he cried with a grin. "I saw you peekin' at my wife last night."
"Shit! Caught again," I said with a laugh. But I was upset. It wasn't good to be found out. He'll cut me off now.
"I guess you like sex as much as we do."
"Doesn't everyone?" I asked, grinning.
"I never did it before we got married. But Laurie, she's been at it a long time. When I told her you were out there looking at us in the window, she wanted us to fuck in the kitchen so's you could watch. That kind of stuff gives her kicks."
It was nice being alone with him. But I felt bad he caught me peeking. His nubs were big as chestnuts, just begging to be chewed on. And the bulge was still there in his crotch. And I wanted to pull down the jockstrap and kiss that lusious meat. Man I WAS hungry!
"You saw us naked, didn't you?" he asked. "Beautiful, isn't she?" there was pride in his voice. "I bet you wish you was fuckin' her instead of me doin' it."
It was then I bit the bullet and said it. Let it all hang out. That's my way. "Well I'll tell you something Jerry. It's you I'm interested in. Not your wife. I'm queer. I like guys. And it's you what turns me on. Not her."
He flushed. A giant blush crossed his face. And without saying a word, he turned around and walked away. That was it. Just a shrug of his broad tanned bare shoulders. And he was gone.
Well, I guess I blew it that time......but as he neared the gate he turned around and faced me. There was no smile this time. "Tell me," he said, "What did you say again?"
"I said it's you I want, Jerry. I want to give YOU pleasure. I'm a gay male, a queer. Homosexual. Is that clear enough?" and with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me in a state of devastation.
Shit!
But as he slipped out the gate, he turned once more. His hand automatically slipped to his bulging loins. There was a brief pause, then in a soft voice, so soft I almost couldn't catch what he said, he whispered "Maybe we could talk about it. You know. Without doing anything." His face was pointed down. Not looking at me. Eyes on the ground.
Man oh Man. That's what I wanted to hear.
"Let's go get a beer, Jerry. Cool off a bit. I got some Bud on ice." I said it as lightly as I could. He nodded his assent, and followed me to the door of my condo. And we went inside where it was cool. And dark.
A little box of rolled logs of grass was sitting on the table next to the sofa. I noticed he was looking at it. "You smoke?" I asked. He nodded. Seems like his only communication was a shake of his head. I lit up, took a drag, and passed it to him.
The beer and the grass relaxed him, but it excited me. After a while, he looked up. We were on the sofa, next to each other. His eyes caught mine.
"I think about it once in a while," he said, "Wonder what it would be like." His fingers twisted his nubs. The bulge in his crotch was full grown now. He was hard, and so was I.
I pulled his hands away from his nipples and leaning over his chest I kissed them, taking them into my mouth I sucked, one, then the other. He didn't stop me even though my hand went to his bulging crotch. He grunted his pleasure. I could taste the salt from his sweat. His pits smelled strong. No deodorant I thought with approval.
My tongue followed the smell, sliding across his hairy chest. His arms were up, encircling his head as he sat back on the sofa. I buried my face in the right pit, sucking on the long wet hairs that grew there. The taste was as bitter as the smell. God!
But then he pulled away. "You're going too fast," he said, "We were just going to talk about it, remember?"
"What's to talk about?" I asked.
"Well shit man, I'm in love with Laurie. We just got married. I can't make love with someone else. Especially a guy."
"Love? Who said anything about love. I want sex, man, sex with you. Got nothin' to do with love. When I saw you by the pool that first time I could feel your vibes sending sex messages. I got a hardon just looking at you. I want you. I want you naked, so's I can make you feel good too. Don't you understand that? I want to take off those fuck'n speedos so I can get to your hard cock."
"Yeah, I hear you, but I never did it with a guy. Never even thought about it until you started peeking through windows."
"Ah! But you've been thinkin' about it. That's good. That's all I need. You're goin' to like it man, I promise. Jess give me a chance."
I sat back on the sofa. Next to him. My left leg barely touching his right one. I could feel the bristly hairs. He was friendly-like, and I felt comfortable, figuring I had him, that it was going to happen. So I let him talk. Get used to the idea of having sex with me. Just the two of us. Alone. In this shaded cool room, with the blinds down all kind of secret and private.
We worked on the roach. Stopped the coughing with a sip of beer. After awhile, I figured it was time so I got up. We'd been sitting around long enough just touching and wanting. Lust was taking over and I could feel the magnetic pull between us. He wanted it as much as I did.
So I got up off the sofa and dropped my shorts. Standing in front of him I was bare-ass naked, my cock stuck straight out. Hard and dripping pre-cum. It was pointing at him. He kind of smiled, dreamy like, looking at my cock, entranced by the sight of it. I guess the beer and grass got rid of his inhibitions.
I moved my hips back and forth so my cock kind of waved at him. Teasing. His hand reached out to it, and encircled the shaft. He started masturbating me, but I didn't want that. I was already so hot I was about to come, so I pulled away.
"I thought you wanted to play," he said, "Get off with me."
"Sure man, but not that way. Let's take our time. Tease it a little. Build up to a roaring climax. That's the way us queers do it."
He didn't stop me when I tugged at his swim trunks, but raised his butt so's I could pull them off. Oh man! He was naked too. God! What a gorgeous male animal he was. Black hair everywhere. A full bush surrounding his soaring cock. It had to be eight solid inches. Eight inches of hard meat. He was uncut. The foreskin rolled back over the ridge. The tip was a deep red color, shining with love juices.
I got on my knees, supported my arms on his sturdy legs and bending forward I kissed that luscious soaring piece of male-meat.
"Yeah," he whispered with a sigh. "I guess you better do it man, it's all yours."
And I swallowed it into my open mouth. Down my throat. And rubbing my tongue around the precious tip of it I began to suck. The taste of him was wonderful. An unfamiliar bitterness that sent my blood surging. Was that a residue from his wifes' cunt. I'd tasted shit before when sucking cock, and loved it, but never pussy juice. I programmed it in a corner of my mind to think about later. Wondering what it would be like to kiss his beautiful naked wife down there.
His big hands grabbed my head and held it in place. He raised his butt off the sofa and fucked his massive hard cock in and out of my mouth. Deep down my throat. His smell was musky. Sweaty. He was as hot for it as I was, and I felt his cock grow larger and harder in my mouth. He was ready before we had time to get started. He let out a loud shattering cry and his cum shot to the back of my throat and the pleasure was as intense as it could get. His thick cream tasted salty and sweet.
"Jesus Christ!" he said falling back on the sofa. His legs spread apart . His cock wet and slick with my mouth juice. Still soaring, reaching for the ceiling. "What'd you do to me?" And he fell back onto the sofa and I sat on my heels and looked at him. It WAS hot. Hot sex. Shit! Jerry gave me more than I had ever expected. And I silently promised him I would from that moment on, be his for whatever.
He reached his arms out to my shoulders and pulled me to him. His open lips found mine. His tongue slipped inside. We kissed. Deep hot wet kisses rolling one tongue against the other. Slurping juicy wet saliva.
My hand was on his still erect slimey cock. My fingers, threading through the mass of pubic hair, encircled the hairy balls. Finding the asshole hidden in a fluff of moist smelly hair. Oh God! Could it be possible he'd let me kiss him there? Suck him there? As my middle finger probed into his warm tight hole, he sucked my tongue into his mouth and his hands found my roaring cock. Ah god! He's still hot. And so was I. Shit man, he's ready. Ready for it all. I exhalted, for I knew I had him now.
I pulled away from the kiss and disentangled my fingers from his asscrack hair, and he fell back on the sofa. He was looking at my naked body with piercing eyes, hot with horny hunger. Knowing that he was looking at me and liking what he saw, sent my cock to the moon. I stood in front of him and pushed my hips up and forward so that it was only inches from his open wet dripping mouth. And his piercing eyes were concentrated on the sight of it. His hunger consumed him. And he leaned forward and brushed his closed lips over the dripping head of it in a brief kiss, then he opened them and I slipped my cock inside the warm wet cave and he began to suck. This was more than ever I had hoped for.
I pulled him down onto the floor. The tile was cool and smooth and it felt good on our naked bodies. Twisting around I buried my face in his hairy hot wet crotch and took his cock into my mouth once more amd we each sucked the other. Giving pleasure as we took pleasure.
GOD!!!!!!
And when it was over, he kissed me. Making a ritual of it. Kissing me on the lips, in a quiet way, and he traced his tongue down my body to my cock. It was soaring, wanting more, and he took it again, sucked it to another spouting, and then again, and later even again.
We were exhausted when twilight darkened the room, and with a gentle smile he said, "Thank you, I liked that," and he left me to my memories.
A dream fulfillment of sex in the afternoon.
But it wasn't over. At eleven thirty that night, the doorbell rang, and he was outside on the porch. He was naked and he smiled in the light of the moon.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
joe wilson
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