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The Missionary
After I sold a family business, I built a home in the upper Midwest because I enjoy fishing, hunting and swimming and I would b able to do all of them.
I was on the front porch, one morning, reading the morning paper and enjoying a cup of coffee when I noticed two young men walking up to the house.
I suggested that they sit and offered them some coffee; they sat down but declined on the coffee. We talked for a while and I guessed that they were selling something and did not think that I would be interested so I kept asking them questions. I learned that the tall one was from Texas and the shorter one was from England. That explained their accents. I said that I was about to get into my swimming pool to cool off and extended an invitation to them to join me. The Texan smiled but the other one sad that they could not. They then left and I went and got into my pool.
They stopped by about once a week for about 2 months. Each time we talked and I would suggest that they join me for a swim to cool off, but they declined, even though I could tell that they would have liked to join me.
After a while I stopped seeing them and they did not stop over and I forgot about them. That is for about 2 years. It was about 11:00am, I was finishing a cup of coffee and was folding up the newspaper when a tall young man came walking up to the house. He looked familiar but I could not place him. As he got up to the porch he said, "Good morning Mr. Johnson, do you remember me?" I had to admit that he looked familiar but I could not place him or remember a name; and told him so. He then refreshed my memory saying who he was and when he had been here and that I had always offered him and his companion the opportunity to go for a swim. That refreshed my memory. We shook hands and he told me that his name was Ryan. I said, "Well the offer to go swimming still stands." "Well unlike two years ago, I can not accept." "Good, because I was just about to take my morning swim. Come on in. But I have to tell you that I do not have a swimming suit to loan you because I don't wear one." He said that it wasn't necessary because as a young boy he learned to swim naked and while he was on the swim team at school, they always swam in the nude during practice. I told him that I would get him a towel and he began to get undressed.
When I returned with a towel for him, he was just pulling down his boxer shorts. He had a swimmer's body, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. I handed him the towel and we stepped out to the pool. It turned out that he was an excellent swimmer and diver. From time to time we would stop swimming and float or sit in the shallow and of the pool and talk. After a while I was hungry and suggested that we go inside and have lunch. He thanked me but said that h had to leave. I told him that anytime he felt like taking a swim he was welcome to come over. He said that he would, got dressed and left.
A few days later he did come over and we got back into the pool. We had an enjoyable time but there seemed to be slightly more body contact then before. But we did have a good time. I asked if he would like to stay for lunch and he agreed. While in the water, I could tell that I had some how become aroused and had a hard dick. As we were going into the house, I saw that he had the same, shall I say problem and he noticed it also. He said, "It looks like we have to do something before we eat." "I am not sure what you mean, Ryan" "Well both of our cocks are in need of some attention." "And what do you suggest, I asked." "Well we could to what we did when we were young and just jerk-off which feels good and takes care of the problem. Or we could jerk-off each other which also feels good, or we could do something else." I replied, "I know that j/o feels good and that when someone else does it to you, it feels better. But I am not interested what you are going to suggest now. "Oh, Mr. Johnson, if you think that I am going to suggest that we have either oral or anal sex, you are wrong." Have you ver heard about frott?" "No I haven't."
"Well that is just contact between our cocks. When you were in high school and in the shower after gym class, did any of the guys have a `sword fight' using their hard cocks?" "Yes, I said." "Well that is part of frott. The correct word is frottage." "There is no oral or anal sex, it is just contact between our cocks. It even works if there are 3 of more men. Would you like to try it?" "Sure, why not." Well we started having a sword fight; moving so that our cocks touched each other..
After a while he suggested that I turn around and face away from him. I think he sensed that I was apprehensive about what he was going to do so he said, "I am not going to do what you are thinking." What he did was push his cock between my legs and move it in an in and out manner. When he pushed in `in' the head of his cock pushed against my balls. He did that for a while and then suggested that I do the same thing to him. It was a good thing that both of us had good-sized cocks because if they were small it would not have had the same effect.
Next he had me turn and face him and with our cocks touching each other and pointing upwards; he wrapped his hand around both cocks and started to rub them. And that was the right thing to do because after just a few minutes, both of us shot our load of cum over his hand and our cocks.
After we stopped shooting or load, I said, "I think that it is time for us to take a shower. Follow me and we went in to the bathroom and we showered together. Afterwards, I said that we need to have some lunch and we went into the kitchen, still naked. I fixed some sandwiches and drinks and we just had a good time. He said that was the first time he had ever eaten lunch naked. I smiled and said that I did it all the time. After a while he said that he had to go and again I told him to come back any time he felt like having a sword fight. He laughed and said he would.