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This story contains scenes of homoerotic love - but you should already know that since the subject line clearly indicated this story has Male/Male (MM) contact. That being the case, no one has any reason to complain or act surprised that this story presents gay men enjoying themselves sexually, so flames will be ignored! If you are underage or inadvertantly downloaded this story, please use the DELETE option that is present in all decent newsreaders and find something more to your liking.
Open-minded indivuals of all sexual orientations are invited to page down and enjoy this story as much as I have. I did not write it, and wish to thank the author for providing us with a very erotic story.
Steve -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
I met Karen where I work and we quickly became friends. That got me an introduction to her husband, John. Karen's a good-looking woman, but Johnny has handsome as a model. He's a physical therapist and I seriously considered breaking my leg to get him to massage my body. Of course, I didn't do it.
What I did do, instead, was fantasize about John's naked body. I saw him as perfection from top to bottom, and he had the ideal cock for my mouth and my ass.
I tend to get hooked on straight guys over and over again. I guess there's a certain alluring quality about the unobtainable. And if is safe. Theres no risk of feeling rejection when I wouldn't be so dumb as to think I had something no straight man could resist. So, I dreamt of John's hunky body being in my arms, though I believed it could never be.
Then, some friends of ours went off to Europe for a couple of weeks and Karen and John were asked to take care of their house on the lake. They invited me up for the weekend and, wouldn't you know it, that was my Saturday to work at the office! I work one Saturday per month, and that had to be it!
I drove up to the lake after work and couldn't wait for Sunday to arrive. if I couldn't see John naked, I at least wanted to see him in his swim trunks, even if Karen was right there with us.
The three of us enjoyed a fantastically relaxing eveningtalking, playing cards, eating, drinking and watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show. We went to bed well after midnight and I had a difficult time getting to sleep. I couldn't hear anything, but I just knew John and Karen were fucking. Straining to hear the bed squeak, I imagined John's cock hard and pounding Karen's box.
The next morning, I found them already up when I made my way to the kitchen. Karen looked dressed for work. My heart skipped a beat when I learned she was going to church and John was staying behind to keep me company.
When Karen left, John and I took our coffee into the living room and shared the Sunday paper, Then, John suggested we go for a swim. But, in my rush to get to the lake, I neglected to bring a pair of swim trunks with me.
"You came to the lake without trunks?" John asked with a grin.
"Pretty stupid, huh?"
"Well, Bill should have a pair that might fit you. Come on, let's take a look."
Bill owned the house and was at least thirty pounds heavier than me. I wasn't convinced a pair of his trunks could be cinched tight enough to stay around my skinny waist. I followed John into the master bedroom anyway. And Bill's trunks were too big for me,
"Here, wear mine. I think Bill's will fit me better than you," John conceded, and tossed me his bathing suit.
As soon as John started to undress, I knew I was in trouble. I felt a hot stirring in my crotch that meant the beginning of an erection. Somehow, I had to hide my growing excitement. If I stripped slowly enough, I thought, maybe John would leave the room before my dick got too big. No such luck, though. He pulled his shirt up over his head, giving me my first look at his chest, and that did it! My cock shot straight up!
John stood facing me. Soft, brown hair covered his pecs, swirled around his tan nipples, then narrowed into a thick line that ran down his stomach. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt as John got out of his sneakers and socks.
He was still facing me when he reached for his belt buckle. I drew in a long, deep breath to steady my trembling fingers. I still managed to tie my shoelaces into a knot. But that was just the delay I needed to keep my crotch covered as I watched John's jeans travel down his hairy thighs, past his knees and down to his ankles.
I stared at the full pouch of his shorts. My blood raced through my veins. I couldn't believe I was about to see raw cock. I sat on the edge of the bed, dropped my shoes to the floor and fumbled with my socks. John's thumbs slid beneath the elastic waistband of his underwear and he pushed them downward. Time seemed to stop as, inch by inch, the jockeys slipped down his abdomen and I spied an explosion of curly brown pubic hair.
It seemed another eternity before a wide expanse of white cock flashed in front of my eyes. And it appeared his dick would never end, that he was all shaft and no knob. Finally, his shorts slipped off the end of his prick and revealed his entire length. His underwear kept traveling downward, but I locked my gaze onto his cock.
John's freed meat was nearly as perfect as I had imagined. Broad, tan and long, his dick was circumcised. Then, . shock gripped me by the throat when I realized his cock couldn't possibly be soft. His fat girth angled away from his nuts much too far for his dick to be limp. He was hard, tool
I forced my eyes to look up John's body to find him smiling. I couldn't figure out what was going on. He was obviously aroused, but I didn't know why.
"Karen won't give head," he said, his hands playing in his crotch to flip his balls around. "This is the act of a desperate man. I need a good blow job."
I couldn't believe my ears, or my eyes. Karen knew I was gay and she had apparently told John. He assumed that just because I was gay I'd want to suck his cock. I did, but his assumption showed the size of his ego. I didn't care about that, though, only about the size of his meat. I wanted his dick sliding down my throat too badly to let anything get in the way.
His cock hardened the more he played with it. It was as straight as an arrow and pointing directly at my gaping mouth. Suddenly, John turned around as if embarrassed by his steadily rising erection. He said, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that. God, what a jerk! just because. . ."
"Don't be sorry," I said. "I'll suck you off, if that's what you want."
He turned back around, his hand pressing his dick to his abdomen.
"But you'll have to let go of it," I said, inching forward on the bed to place my face closer to his crotch.
John removed his hand, let his cock fall forward and stepped between my thighs. I could smell his excitement as I brought my hands up his legs and into his crotch. I closed one hand around his balls, the other around his wide base. Just touching his warm skin sent a chill through my body.
Quickly, I put my mouth around his prick and drew his cockhead onto my tongue. John gasped. I licked the broad helmet lodged between my lips and tasted what Karen never would. I wanted to spend hours making love to his knob, but John had other plans. He pushed forward, sending his hard rod further into my mouth.
I fondled his balls as my lips coursed over his smooth shaft. I stopped his cock before his knob slipped into my throat. I needed to play with his dick before I got serious about getting him off. I had him now, but wasn't sure I'd ever have him again. I meant to take full advantage of the moment.
My tongue curled around his wide girth, my lips moving slowly, my teeth barely pressed to his firm flesh. His cockhead sat at the entrance to my throat, leaking, greasing the way for his eventual drive into it. I sucked to close my cheeks around his captured cock. I could feel his legs tremble as I held his meat in my drooling mouth. His sighs deepened and he shook more fiercely. Then he eased me back on the bed, his dick planted in my mouth, and straddled my chest. Fast action was about to begin.
I moved my hands to the backs of his thighs, opened my throat and prepared myself to receive his entire length. John was in control now and I instinctively knew he wouldn't go slowly. My loving blow job was about to become a sizzling fuck, my throat the target of his pounding thrusts.
He pulled his cockhead up to my lips. I gripped his thighs in anticipation of a flying drive through my mouth. His body lowered, not with the speed I had assumed, but fast enough to erase any thoughts of slowing his progress. He didn't stop until his pubic bush tickled my nose and my lips sat locked around his base. He had gotten all the way inside me, but it wasn't a comfortable fit.
I pressed on his thighs, got him to slide up on the bed so I could angle my head and give him a straight shot down my throat. He rocked his hips, flopped his nuts from one side of my neck to the other, getting his bearings. His shaft moved between my lips, but half of it and all his nob sat firmly within the narrow sleeve caressing his girth. It was hard to breathe, so I pushed up. on his hips to get the action started.
John pulled up, then immediately plowed back into my face. It was obvious he was anxious to cum. He began with short strokes, his knob hardly leaving my throat before leaping back in. At his present speed, hi's dick would release his load in no time.
Since I couldn't control the speed of his plunging prick, I used my hands to explore the sensual pleasures of his body. I massaged his ass with my fingers, my palms flattening onto his muscled butt to circle over his tensed flesh. Rubbing up and down the smooth contour of his rear, I couldn't resist slipping my fingers into his crack. When John didn't resist my entrance, I played down his crevice until I reached the bottom of his buns. His legs then inched across the bed to open his crotch, as though he wanted me to continue toying with his asshole. But, whether he wanted me to or not, I circled my fingers around the rim of his hole.
John grunted softly and finally slowed the speed of his thrusting cock. I was overjoyed at the new, gliding pace of his dick. His hips rose up to further widen his crack, his asshole loose as if to invite me inside.
I didn't enter him, afraid that finger-fucking his ass would be one step too many for this straight man to handle. I was thrilled to have his dick stroke through my mouth.
The slowness of his smoothly sliding prick allowed me to suck on his tasty meat. I was so excited, I came in my jeans. The orgasm took me totally by surprise! Hot jizz poured into my underwear and my whole body froze around my spitting load. John kept fucking my mouth as I groaned in ecstasy. It was a short orgasm and I soon returned my concentration to sucking cock.
John quickened his strokes. His rhythm was steady, his girth squeezing in and out of my tight tunnel. I lowered my hands in his crotch and rubbed the thick ridge that connected his cock to his asshole. He seemed to like that, lowering his hips to shorten his strides and to once more keep his cockhead in my throat.
Shortly after that, John fucked with greater speed. He didn't pound into my face, but pumped his cock faster and faster. His balls wobbled over my Adam's apple and my hands went crazy on his butt. Then, he suddenly lunged forward, buried his dick deeply down my throat, and stilled. Panting rapidly, his body quivering, he shot off, his cum erupting into my throat.
I tried to sink my head deeper into the mattress, to get his knob up from my throat into my mouth. John moved with me, keeping his cockhead fully down my gullet. I'd have to taste his cum some other time.
When his dick stopped spitting, I didn't want him to pull out of my mouth. I massaged his shaft with my lips, trying to make the experience last longer. But slowly John withdrew his glistening prick and laid down on the bed beside me.
"Karen doesn't know what she's missing!" I said as soon as my mouth was unstuffed.
"Maybe not, but don't tell her. We'll keep this between you and me," No problem! Any time you want to do this again, just let me know. My mouth is yours!"
We never did go swimming!