[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is otherwise illegal in your area, please do not continue. Author retains copyright; do not duplicate this story without the express written consent by the author. Comments and suggestions are welcomed by the author at elryc.caledon@gmail.com. The author resides in the Phoenix, Arizona, metropolitan area.]
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Wallace
There's a handyman who works in the gated community where I live. The prior owner of the home I bought introduced me to Wallace, or Wally, as he goes by. He's an older guy, with quite a good body still, and a shock of white hair that looks good against his tanned skin.
It turned out that, in addition to his basic handyman skills, Wally is a retired salon owner, from California. When I mentioned to him that the guy who had been cutting my hair had suddenly moved away, Wally immediately offered to cut my hair. So I accepted his offer and Wally has cut my hair ever since.
My hair is rather long, like a short shag and it is difficult for me to find someone to cut it in the style I prefer. Wally cuts it perfectly, each time. He comes over about one a month and cuts my hair while I sit in a chair in my kitchen.
Wally was aware from the moment we were introduced that I am gay, and that I have a gay roommate. He didn't bat an eye when the subject came up. He is married, with at least four grown children that I am aware of. He always projected an air of calm acceptance.
That being said, ever since I met Wally, I was conscious of a sort of "vibe," from him. I noticed that he would sometimes just a little closer than absolutely necessary when we were discussing a picture in a catalog of something I wanted done for the house. But I could tell he was being cautious, and I've never been in a hurry to get involved with a guy I knew or perceived was attached in any way.
That changed during the last haircut Wally was giving me. It was fairly early in the morning, and we were chatting casually as Wally pushed my head one way and then the other as he snipped away at my hair. He was taking quite a bit off this time, and adding some layers--so the cut was taking longer than usual.
Sometimes, in the past, Wally would rest a hip against my shoulder as he was clipping my hair. I noticed too, that sometimes he would turn my head towards him and he would allow his crotch to linger in front of my face longer than was strictly required. He wanted to be noticed. I would look, but it wouldn't go further than that. I've always had great self-control, as a few bad experiences when I was younger had taught me to be careful with "straight," men.
This time with Wally though, something was different. As Wally was putting the finishing touches on my haircut, I abruptly became aware he wasn't merely resting a hip against my shoulder. He was standing in such a way that the front of his pelvis was pressing against my shoulder, and I could feel what I realized was a portion of his penis moving below. I decided he must not have been wearing underwear, as I could distinctly feel a certain amount of movement as his weight shifted from foot to foot.
Now, this was interesting, and this was a lot more overt than Wally had allowed himself to be with me in the past. A few more snips with the scissors, and Wally was finished. But he remained in place, pressing against me.
Finally, unable to resist, I moved my shoulder outwards and to the left a little, and I could feel Wally's cock slide a bit across my upper arm. Then Wally eased his crotch back a little.
"Freeballin' today?" I asked, with an upwards look with an arched eyebrow at Wally's face. I saw a bit of a flush spread across his cheekbones.
"Why don't you just feel around a bit and see for yourself?" Wally responded.
Slowly, I raised my right hand, and cupped him gently through the khaki material of his shorts. Immediately, his cock reacted with some stiffening, and Wally gasped a little with a bit of a shiver.
"It's hot out today," Wally muttered. "It's just cooler overall to keep the boys comfortable."
"I see," I said quietly, and I gave his stiffening shaft a slow downward stroke.
"Fuuucckk," Wally hissed as he bucked his hips a little.
"Do you suck?" Wally asked as I released his dick and cupped his balls through his shorts.
"Badly," I replied. "I've never been too much into sucking."
"Let's take this to your bedroom," Wally suggested, as he removed the nylon cape he had draped around me for the haircut.
I stood and then led the way to my bedroom, and shut the door behind us.
"Get naked," Wally said, "I want to see your ass," and he nodded towards the bed.
I quickly stripped, watching out of the corner of my eye as Wally also shed his clothing. His dick was certainly adequate, cut, with a broad thick glans with a deep slit.
I got on the bed on all fours and spread my legs.
"Top drawer of the dresser," I said, "There's some lube."
"You want this bare?" Wally asked as he opened the drawer and retrieved the bottle of lube. I had condoms stashed in there as well.
"Yeah," I replied, my voice thick with lust, "I want it bare as long as you are clean."
"I'm clean."
"Okay."
Wally opened the bottle and applied a liberal amount of lube to his fully engorged cock. Then he approached the bed. I felt the warmth of my lust expand through my whole body.
Wally joined me on the bed, and I felt his body settle behind me. A practiced hand began gliding over my ass, a thumb pressing against my hole gently, in a teasing way at first, then it began forcing its way into me, pushing ever more insistently.
"Fuck," Wally muttered, "You're really tight. I'm gonna enjoy this." And with that, I felt the thick head of his cock breach my hole.
I sucked my breath in and held it, willing myself to accept the invading organ without making a sound. I was spellbound by this handsome man taking my ass.
The burn and the stretch were hard to ignore. I pressed my lips together as Wally pulled back, and I heard him applying more of the lube to his dick. I felt the thick head push inwards again, and then suddenly, the cock slid all the way inside of me. Wally groaned deeply.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Wally repeated, "Don't move otherwise I'll cum."
I held my body as still as possible. Presently, I could feel Wally's breath slow a little, and he began cautiously thrusting, small movements at first, but then they became a bit longer and deeper. He wasn't the biggest I had taken, but he knew how to use every inch of what he had. I felt the pleasure flushing through my body, my own cock was rock hard and dripping fluid onto my sheets--I had forgotten to get a towel to shield the bedding.
I began pushing back against Wally's thrusts, it felt so good. Wally gave a low moan as he continued his thrusting movements which stoked the fierce pleasure inside of me.
Wally's thrusts became harsh, but they were not brutal as he found a good rhythm and fucked me faster. One hand slid from my hip down to my groin, and Wally gasped a little when he touched my cock and then grasped it and began to stroke me in time with his thrusts.
Both the fucking and the stroking were becoming unbearable, too good, and too soon I felt my inevitable orgasm approaching. I wanted this to last, much, much longer. But every thrust robbed me of further control, I could hear the desperation in Wally's grunts and then my climax seized me, and I spent my load on the bedding below and vaguely felt Wally slam into me one last time, cumming inside of me.
I sagged downwards on the bed, and felt the weight of Wally's body on top of mine. We snuggled a bit, and eventually we drifted off as I felt Wally's cock soften and slip out of my ass.
After about 30 minutes or so, Wally stirred and said he needed to get going. We rose and headed to the bathroom where I founds us some clean washcloths and towels to clean up with.
As Wally was headed out the door, he nuzzled my neck, and told me to text him when I was ready for another haircut.
I'm looking forward to that! I think Wally & I could become a regular thing.
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