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What If: A Visitor From the Past
The truth: I live in Northern Ontario, Canada, out in the country. I mean out in the country... the other day I was coming home from town and standing at my mail box as I rounded the corner were two moose. I live here with my wife. Our kids have all left home now and we are both retired. I am 62 although I like to think that I look a lot younger. At least I know many men who are younger than me as look a lot older. I am married and I am gay.
Recently there was a knock on our door. I opened to see a lady standing there. As she started to introduce herself I immediately recognised her as the youngest daughter of the people we bought our house from some 30+ years ago.
"Tina! How are you?" I exclaimed.
"I wasn't sure if you would remember me" She then went on to explain that she was in town for the High School Reunion that was happening that weekend.
I invited her in but she said she had a couple friends with her could she get them too?
I have to explain there is one other thing about this young (well I think she is in her 40s at least) lady, she is also a lesbian in a relationship. She had with her "her friend' and a man Jean-Guy, probably about her age (graying hair) but nice looking. He is French Canadian and from the area as well though I had never met him before.
We greeted them and then gave them a tour of the house which was more for Tina's benefit, a sort of trip down memory lane for her.
I was wondering about the fellow she had with her. Was he gay too? They all seemed to be friends from Toronto...Was there something about his demeanour, his talk, his way of carrying himself that ...
And this is where my short story veers from the truth to my flight of fancy and fantasy... What if, he is gay? What if somehow we are able to "discover" each other...on the short weekend ... Yeah there is a lot of willing suspension of disbelief here but it has kept me horny since I started thinking about it.
The rest of the day and evening after Tina and her friends had visited I could not get them or at least Jean-Guy out of my mind. Somehow he got stuck there and I wanted to see him again. Looking at it practically that was not likely, so I just fantasized about him; something that over the years I have learned to do very well.
The next morning we (my wife and I) decided to go out for breakfast something that we normally do on Sunday mornings. However we were going to be out most of the Sunday this week because of a 50th Wedding Anniversary of some friends of ours, so we decided to go out on Saturday morning.
As we were walking to the door of our favourite little "hole in the wall" restaurant we like to go to, who should arrive but Tina and her friends. They had had the same idea about breakfast, and had decided to try this place.
My wife, bless her, not knowing what was going on in my mind asked them to join us if they liked. I guess Jean-Guy was thinking along similar lines because when we were all seated he was beside me. In retrospect his face lit up when he saw me/us in the street.
Jean-Guy was sitting rather close to me and we were chatting about the weekend they had enjoyed and he was asking me about my property. My wife and the girls seemed to be engaged in lively conversation leaving Jean-guy and me to our own conversation.
I noticed his leg against me at first. I moved it slightly away, but he followed it, quickly up against mine again. Shortly after that with his eyes staring into mine he started slowly moving his leg up and down.
I smiled, I didn't resist and I reciprocated. As I did his eyes lit up and he grinned at me , glancing over at my wife. She was still deeply engaged with the girls. Our breakfasts came right then and we all got down to the task of eating and talking.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my lap, well actually on my leg. It moved back and forth a bit. I smiled, and as unobtrusively as possible I brought my corresponding hand down and placed in on his, squeezing it slightly. I then guided it up as far as he could reach with out looking obvious, I looked at him and raised my eyebrow and smiled.
He grinned at me and then it looked like he had a eureka moment. "Say I would really like to see that beaver pond of yours. We didn't get to see it yesterday."
I was pickin' up what he was layin' down and replied. "You should come out this afternoon we can go for a walk down there."
Jean-Guy looked over at Tina, who seemed to understand and said, "I'll lend you the car, Connie and I want to go over to the school again anyway."
"It's all set then" I said. I knew that my wife wouldn't want to go down to the pond so we would be alone. My wife gave me a somewhat dark look, but I went back to chatting with Jean-Guy whose leg was now up tight against mine.
The rest of the breakfast continued on, our legs tight against each other. I was sporting a painful hard on, but enjoying every bit of it. A couple time Jean-guy had his hand on my leg. I'm not sure how he did it without the other noticing but it felt real good.
I know that my wife wasn't happy that the afternoon "would be ruined" because we would have to wait for "this man" to show up. Certainly our usual Sunday routine was going to be disturbed but ... well I definitely didn't mind.
Shortly after one o'clock Jean-Guy arrived. He came in and greeted us. My wife as expected bowed out of joining us down to the creek, so we headed off.
We were no more than a couple hundred feet down the trail leading to the pond when I stopped and said "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward but..." I grabbed the sides of his head and kissed him.
... He didn't think I was being too forward. His tongue was deep in my mouth in seconds, his hands caressing my back and exploring as we kissed.
When we pulled back a couple minutes later we were both panting for breathe. "We should at least get down to the pond" I gasped. I took his hand. "You promised Tina some pictures. But hold that thought" we laughed and continued down the trail.
"I knew the way you looked at me when we first came to the house the other day that you were wondering about me." He commented as we walked.
"Well I was wondering, I didn't think that we would be able to get together, I guess that was a bit of wishful thinking on my part" I responded.
"Not just on your part believe me"
We came out of the bush to a little opening. There before us was the pond. The trail actually kind of ends there. Jean-guy took out his camera and took several pictures, some with me in them. When he was done, I pulled him to me again and in each other's embrace we kissed deeply once more. This time though we both we looking for more and I felt his hands rubbing on my jeans where my cock was aching for release . My own hands found that he too was having some straining issues.
I undid his belt then opened his jeans unzipping him. His jeans slid down his legs and I found to my delight that he had no shorts on underneath. His gorgeous cock sprang out as it was freed and I immediately sank to my knees in front of him, engulfing it deep in my mouth. Jean-guy groaned out loud as his cock slid into my mouth.
I couldn't get enough of him. I gagged a little but quickly got accustomed to the fullness of the invasion of this amazing piece of throbbing flesh. I felt his hands holding my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I couldn't believe the deliciousness of the taste and feel and texture of this man's penis. I have always loved the feel of cock on my tongue. This one was no exception. He was slowly riding in and out of my mouth as I was sucking and caressing his manhood with my tongue.
It wasn't long before I sensed his breathing shorten and I felt his cock start to swell and throb.
"Ohhh fuck I'm cumming. He tried to pull out of me but I grabbed his ass and pulled him tight. His swollen member hit the back of my throat, I don't know quite how I did it but I swallowed and pushed forward at the same time and I felt him go into my throat, at the same time. I swallowed on his cock again causing him to let out a yell releasing his load. "Oh FUCK!!! He said His hands were pulling me further on to him, if that were possible. I felt his cum both pumping down my throat and backing into my mouth covering my tongue with the flavour of his essence. I sucked and sucked and swallowed. I wanted more and more... more than he could give me. I wanted it never to end. By now he was bent over hugging me groaning.
We finally disengaged and he pulled me up into embrace again kissing me deeply, his tongue sweeping my mouth for a taste of himself. We must have stood there kissing like that for several minutes.
Then as we relaxed out stance a bit I felt his hands again find my crotch. It was not long before my pants and boxers were at my feet. Jean-guy knelt as I had done. He examined my cock for a few moments. Unlike him I am cut. I was flowing freely with precum and he licked some off the slit, then , smiling up at me, licking his lips he slid over my cockhead and took me totally into his mouth. I gasped with pleasure my hands holding him in place my hips rocking back and forth.
I've been told I am a natural cocksucker, but this man had techniques that he used on my cock that were unbelievable. I fought to keep my knees from buckling He ate my cock at times like a lollipop, his lips just over the cockhead his tongue swirling over the head.
Then he would slide the full length back and forth several times. He too would take my cock deep into his throat swallowing on it send sensations through my whole body that words couldn't begin to describe. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and with a mighty groan I pushed my self deep into his mouth and shot out my lust He swallowed on my cockhead making me scream with pleasure. I involuntarily grabbed his head and forced myself as deep into his throat as I could. I hadn't had an orgasm like that a long time. I was panting for breath as I came down and I felt him slowly release me.
He stood. We kissed for a long time. Next to feeling a cock sliding in and out of my mouth, there is nothing for me like the pleasure of my tongue dancing with that of another man. We finally pulled away.
"I guess we should head back." I sighed sadly. I did not want this to end, but I knew it had to.
Jean-guy nodded "Yeah your wife will be wondering if we stay too long. This has been wonderful I will always remember this afternoon, my friend" he kissed me again.
"As will I" I replied
Hand in hand we turned back up the path until we were near the house. I let go his hand and we walked the in silence. Jean-guy got into the car and we said good bye.
Back in the house my wife asked how Jean-guy had liked the pond. I replied "He loved it, he took a bunch of pictures." And that was all. We went about our normal Sunday afternoon routine.
But as for me, my cock still tingles whenever I think of him and our time together.