So there I was standing in the kitchen with a hard on for my brother Pete's young, straight, brother-in-law. The guy was, pardon the cliché, a walking wet dream and I'd committed myself to letting him stay with me for at least a few weeks. My stiff dick was proof that I was now risking more than my privacy. I was in danger of letting my libido cause a family scandal. Oh well, I hoped for the best and decided to let nature take its course. Since we'd be sharing living space I figured if he could be seduced I'd know soon enough. After all he already knew I was gay and I figured that like most straight guys he'd assume I'd suck any stiff cock that came my way. It was a false assumption of course, but true enough when it came to me and his cock.
I set about getting the evening meal ready to serve and thankfully my cock returned to its flaccid state before he returned from showering. His choice of attire, or lack of it, did nothing to ease my mind. He was wearing nothing more than skimpy, silky running shorts and his flip flops. My expert eye for such things immediately saw that he was also going commando and an ample slab of man-meat was swinging limp but free beneath the thin fabric.
He helped move the food from the kitchen to the dinning table and we took our seats, me at the head of the table and him on the side to my right.
"Looks good and smells even better," he said. "I haven't had a good home cooked meal in months."
"Thanks, I'm a pretty decent cook, if I do say so myself. Didn't your wife cook?"
"Yeah she could, only for the past three months we'd pretty much stopped talking to each other. I usually just went out to Wendy's or Sonic for my meals."
Being a social worker it just came out of my mouth naturally. "If you want to talk about it I'm a trained listener."
"I don't want to bother you with my problems," he said.
I could see his eyes grow moist and I knew he most certainly wanted to talk to someone willing to listen.
"Listen, I'm a social worker, I have an idea of what you're feeling and I also know that talking is the best way to get it out of your system, so feel free. Besides Pete told me that Joan said you were depressed. It would be best for both of us if you can get rid of at least a little of your depression and maybe I can help or arrange for you to get some therapy."
"Well I really don't feel like going into details right now or I may just start crying. Let's just say that at 28 I haven't had sex in over 3 months, except for my own hand. Pretty fucked up for a married guy wouldn't you say?"
I chuckled. "It might surprise you to know that most married men continue to masturbate during their entire married life."
"You're shitting me."
"No, it's absolutely true, though most wouldn't admit it to their buddies. Think about it. Your hand is safe, it's always available and it never turns you down. That combination makes it just too easy. What guy turns down easy sex that he enjoys? Of course that's not to say that it becomes their exclusive sexual outlet, that's not healthy, but my guess is that the average married guy jacks off at least once a week."
"Yeah well I have that beat, no pun intended; I do it like once or twice a day, more often sometimes."
"Don't feel that that's strange, I pretty much do the same and I have other sexual outlets."
"Really, you too? I thought pulling your pud that often at 28 made me a total freak. Carol, my wife said I was a sex maniac."
"Sounds to me that she's likely more frigid than you are freakish."
"No the problem is she's a born again Christian. Anything more than once a week, missionary style is sinful."
I gave out a long whistle. "No wonder you are depressed. I'd have gone out of my mind in that kind of relationship."
"I almost did. For the past 3 years I've been so hard up that at times I thought I'd loose my mind. I always hoped that she'd come around, but then 3 months ago she totally cut me off and two weeks ago she moved back with her parents. I'm so horny I'm looking at knot holes with lust."
I laughed, but I was thinking that this guy was ripe for the plucking and if he was just a casual acquaintance I'd have done just that, there and then. With our family connection and the fact that he was staying with me I decided that I'd have to take a more subtle route. I was almost certain I could talk his cock out of his shorts and into my mouth, but the aftermath with attendant guilt and regret might be more than I wanted to deal with considering our situation.
"Well as a professional counselor my recommendation is that you find a sexual outlet as soon as possible, and I don't mean a knot hole. You're a good looking guy and shouldn't have any trouble finding a willing partner. Lack of sex can cause depression and regaining a sex life might just take care of things."
"Yeah, you think. Maybe I do need some professional help. There's another problem. Seems I've lost my confidence. About two months ago I went out and picked up some slut I met in a bar. It was one of those sure things. I rented a motel room, and once I got her between the sheets I couldn't get it up. Horny has I'd been I just couldn't get hard. She played with it, sucked it, did everything she could think of and it never got harder than a piece of that spaghetti there in the bowl. Then she got real pissed, called me names and stormed out. After she left I got as hard as a brick and within five minutes beat off a load that covered my stomach. How fucked up is that?"
"Actually not all that fucked up. You simply had performance anxiety, which is pretty natural considering what was going on in your life. I wouldn't sweat it. What you need is someone understanding, who you can trust and who will take some time with you without expecting a lot in return at first."
"Sounds great, but what do I do, pick up some chick with the line I'll be fine in the sack as long as you're understanding of my being fucked up. Shit at this rate I'll be jerking off for the rest of my life." By this time we'd finished eating and we were just sitting there talking. I'd also taken the sex conversation as far as I wanted it to go for the time being. So I decided to change the subject, at least somewhat.
"Help me clear the table and we'll go over some of the house rules. I don't want to be a hard-ass, but I think if we establish ground rules our time together will be easy on both of us. Let me just say I like you and of course I love Pete and Joan, so I want this to work smoothly."
"I really appreciate you helping me out and like I said I'm willing to do anything to make the inconvenience of having me around easier on you."
"Well I really don't mind having you around for the most part. I'm sure I'm going to enjoy your company, but there is one area that could be a problem for both of us."
"What's that?"
"You know I'm gay."
"Yeah, I've known that since before Pete and Joan got married, it doesn't matter to me. One of my best buddies from high school went away to college and came back with a boyfriend. My wife didn't like them, but we remain friends to this day."
"I'm glad about that, but having gay friends is a bit different than being around them when sex is involved. I'm quite sexually active and I don't want to have to curtail that part of my life just because you're living here. There are going to be nights when I pick up a guy and we'll be fucking our brains out in the room right next to yours. I don't mean to be blunt, but you need to understand how it's going to be. Another thing I have a few straight guys who come over to get serviced and I may have to ask you to leave while they're here. They might not think it's exactly cool to have another straight guy know that they enjoy getting their cocks sucked by a guy. I occasionally will want to watch a porno flick on the big screen TV in the living room instead of the small TV in my bedroom. If I get in the mood I'll probably jerk off while doing so. If that bothers you, please leave or stay in your room, I'll always let you know if I'm going to do something like that. If you care to join me, feel free and I'll even put in a straight or bi flick so that we both can enjoy it, as long as there's cock in it I'll enjoy it and get off. I also like walking around bare-assed and I not going to change that, we're both guys after all, but I don't want you thinking it's anything sexual, it's just comfortable for me and I'm not ashamed of my body and if you're so inclined you can do the same thing. If it bothers you I suggest you just don't look.
"Now as far as you are concerned, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. If you want to bring home women and fuck up a storm I want you to feel free to do so, and for your sake I hope you get that often. The only thing I ask is that your guests be respectful of my life style. That's about it. Other than those few things I want you to consider this your home and to make yourself comfortable. So do you think you can live with that?
"If I was in your shoes I'd want at least the same thing. I have no right to expect you to give up anything for me. It won't bother me if you're fucking in the next room, except for maybe being a little jealous that I'm not. As for walking around naked, shit I'd have loved to have done that in my own house, but Carol never let me, when I lived alone I always did. And as far as you watching porno flicks, I just might accept you invitation to join you. I enjoy watching erotic movies and of course could never do it with Carol and as far as jerking off with a buddy, I haven't done that since fraternity circle jerks in college, but it never bothered me then. And anytime you want me to leave the house just say so."
I could see that he wanted to say something else but was hesitant. So I just looked at him and said, "And?"
"Oh nothing really, I'm just a little curious about something you said."
"And what's that?"
"About you sucking off straight guys."
"What about it?"
"I'm not being judgmental or anything, but what do you get out of it. I mean the guys get a blow job, but what do you get?"
I'd had straight guys ask me the same question many times so I was prepared with an immediate response.
"Let me ask you a question that might just give you the answer. If you knew a woman that really turned you on and knew that she would let you eat her pussy but nothing else, would you do it?"
"Damn straight. I love eating at the Y. Carol thought it was sick, but I get off on it big time. If some hot chick would only just let me eat her I'd be more than happy to take care of myself afterward."
"Same with me only in my case it's a cock instead of a pussy."
"Got it. When you put it that way I understand. Never really thought about it before, but it makes perfect sense. So do you get to do that often?"
"Not as often as I might like, but often enough so that it's not exactly a rare occurrence. There's something about getting a straight guy off that really turns me on, so whenever I can have the experience I'm happy."
Again our conversation had gone as far as I wanted it to go, so again I wanted to end it.
"Help me load the dishwasher and clean up the kitchen. Then we can have another beer or two and if you'd like smoke a couple of joints and watch some TV. You've had a tough drive and we should make it an early night. Tomorrow we'll drive out to Joan and Pete's house and then I'll give you a quick tour of Tampa. I'll even take you out for dinner to a great Spanish restaurant, the Columbia.
We worked well together and before long we were seated in the living room watching Law and Order SVU, passing a joint and drinking beer. At 10:00 we both retired to our separate bedrooms. I can't say what he did after that, but I stroked off another thick load while imagining what his cock looked like and what it would feel like buried in my throat.
The next morning, having gone to bed earlier than usual I awoke at 6:30 and even though it was Saturday I got up. I shaved, brushed my teeth and took a quick shower. I'd decided to cook breakfast for the two of us. Without bothering to put on any clothes I padded into the kitchen. The coffee was brewing and I was in the process of cracking eggs into a bowl in preparation for making a western omelet. I sense more than heard someone behind me and turned to look. There was Jeff and much to my surprise he was as naked as I was. What a sight! If he looked good in clothes he looked even better in the buff. He had just about a perfect body and his cock, though soft was a work of art. I couldn't help staring and I must have had a peculiar look on my face (most likely unrepentant lust) because he rather self-consciously said, "What?"
I made a quick recovery by saying, "I was just thinking your wife must be certifiable. I can't imagine anyone, not wanting to jump your bones."
He blushed noticeably and said, "thanks, that's a nice compliment and I haven't had one, about my looks anyway, in a long time."
I turned back to what I was doing and hoped that I didn't spring a hard on right in front of him. I told him breakfast would be ready in about 20 minutes and suggested he shower and get ready for the day.
The day was pleasant; we spent the better part with our respective siblings and in-laws and played with our mutual nephews. Then around 4:00 we said our good-byes and I gave him a cook's tour of the city. We ended up at the Columbia at around 7:30 and it was after nine o'clock before we headed back home. I was amazed at how much I'd enjoyed the day with him and it went beyond his being great eye candy. I genuinely like the guy. He was smart, had a sense of humor and while he was undoubtedly still depressed he didn't wallow in it. He was totally good company. He also seemed to enjoy being with me.
We already had a good buzz going from the two pitchers of Sangria we'd shared at the Columbia so I suggested that we just get stoned while watching television. He said that sounded great, but then he began humming and hawing until I told him to come out with whatever he was wanted to say.
"Do you think maybe we could watch a little porno? I mean if you're into it. It's been a while since I have and I'd kind of like to, if it's OK with you."
My momma didn't raise no fools, so I said, "I'm always up for a good suck/fuck film, would you like to watch a straight or bi movie?"
"Surprise me."
"You got it."
I went into my room and selected what I thought was the hottest bi flick in my collection, at least it had the hottest looking men and women of all the ones I had, called "Going Bi Way." I also collected my pump bottle of lube and two freshly laundered cum rags. By the time I got out in the living room Jeff was already seated on the couch without a stitch on.
He must have seen the surprise register in my face so he explained. "I don't think I can get through a porno flick without jacking off and from the looks of what you're carrying you have the same idea I had."
"Yeah, I guess I did. You're just full of surprises."
"I don't know about surprises but I am full of cum and I'd like nothing more than to dump a load."
I placed the lube and cum rags on the coffee table, shucked my own clothes, put the DVD in the player and then took a seat on the opposite end of the couch from where Jeff was sitting.
"There's a towel for you when the time comes and help yourself to the lube if you like."
"I think this is pretty cool. Both of us like this. Just two guys needing to get off and not being uptight about how they get the job done."
I hoped that meant what I hoped it meant, but I didn't push it. Again I wasn't going to push this any harder than it was moving on its own. His cock was still totally limp while mine had plumped out, not to a complete hard on, but sticking straight out of my crotch. I knew he'd noticed, but didn't comment. I pushed the buttons on the remote control and soon enough the large screen of the TV was filled with cock, tits, pussy and ass. I refrained from touching myself, because I was more interested in events on the couch than on the screen. Jeff however was watching with rapt attention as two guys and one gal were getting it on in a threesome. His cock was now ramrod stiff, as was mine, and I noted that while he was about an inch longer than me he wasn't quite as thick, all in all with had comparable equipment. I still hadn't touched mine but he was sort of waving his around, not yet jerking off, but giving it attention with his hand. When the first loop ended he looked over at me and saw that I was more or less transfixed on his cock.
"Hope you don't mind if I look at your cock, it's quite a beauty and it is after all my thing. It's hard to watch cocks in a movie when you can see one live and up close."
"Doesn't bother me, in a way it's kind of sexy to be watched. Mind if I stretch out and put my feet up on the coffee table?
"No, go right ahead, make yourself comfortable." Truth was that it allowed me a great view of his sexy feet. There were not only big, but had long, boney toes. I found men's feet highly erotic and Jeff had a pair that made my cock drip with desire. Now I not only wanted to suck his cock I also wanted to give each of his beautiful toes a tiny blow job of their own.
During the first loop the two guys had been making out while the woman alternately sucked their two cocks. As a finale one had fucked her while she was blowing the other. Loop two was far more interesting for me. One guy, who looked like Bruce Springsteen was lying flat on his back while an Oriental woman sat on his face and a Matt Damon type went to town on his 10 inch cock. I'd seen it many times and still found it incredibly hot, the Damon-type really knew what to do with a big cock, taking it down to the hilt with not a gag or problem. I noted that Jeff was now fully, though slowly, stroking his cock.
"Holy shit, that guy sure knows how to give a blow job. I've lots of blow jobs, but never like that."
"Ever had head from a guy?" OK so that wasn't exactly subtle but it was in context with what was going on.
"No, but if that's the kind of head a guys give I can understand why straight guys can get into it. Jesus, I'll bet that feels so hot. I don't think I'd turn down a blow job like that from anyone."
So we were playing sexual tennis and the ball was now in my court. I was trying to think of how I could send it back into his without coming right out and propositioning him. Finally I just said, "well you might never get the offer, maybe you'll just have to ask someone to do it for you."
Back it came onto my side. "I might if I knew I wouldn't get turned down."
"From the look of the club in your fist I doubt that anyone would say no to your request?"
"Would you?"
"Are you asking if I'd blow you?"
"I guess I am. Would you?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
"Really?"
"Really. But if we're going to do this, let's do it right. I have a queen size bed in my room and if I'm going to give you the full treatment I need the room to work. But first let's each take a shower. I want you totally clean and I want to be also."
Without saying another word and with our stiff dicks pointing the way we walked from the living room down toward the two bathrooms. Once we were both showered and dried Jeff came into my room. His cock was no longer hard, but I figured that would be easily remedied. I didn't have to coax him; he immediately stretched himself out on the center of my bed and spread his legs so that I'd have plenty of room to get at the object of my desire and his pleasure. I knelt between his legs and bent down and began by licking his balls. A shudder coursed through his body and I felt his cock pulse and stiffen to a full erection as I ministered to the two large orbs encased in his nut sac. I was in heaven and energized just knowing I was going to feast on the flesh of his magnificent body. There was so much I wanted to do all at the same time, but I restrained myself. I knew that I could give him a rare sexual experience; he was ready for it and I knew I had the oral skills. If I wanted him coming back for more I had to give him the best I could give and I was determined to do so.
I knew he was expecting and wanted me to move from his balls to engulf his beautiful 7 ½ inches of cut, perfectly straight man-meat, but I had other things in mind before moving on to the final event. I pulled off his balls and looked up at him.
"Just relax, trust me and give me time, I promise you won't regret it. With that, using just the tip of my tongue I lightly ran up his body to his right nipple, covering his flesh with goose bumps. I ran my tongue over and around his quarter sized nipple until it was standing out stiff and hard. Then I began to suckle on it. This elicited what was to be the first of many deep groans.
"Oh my God, you're making me so hot."
As I pulled off the nipple I whispered, "you ain't felt nothing yet." I moved further up his body, my own stiff cock pressing into his naked flesh leaving a gleaming trail of cock snot as I moved. I worked on his right ear with my tongue dipping lightly into each fold and crevice. He began whimpering with pleasure. I traced his beard line and worked my tongue over to his left ear and repeated what I'd done to the other. Then I moved slowly down to his left nipple and provided it with the same treatment I'd given its twin.
"Oh sweet Jesus, I want to cum so bad, you're torturing me, please make me cum."
"I will, but not too soon. When you do cum it will be an orgasm you'll never forget, I promise you that."
I moved down his left side again teasing his flesh with the tip of my tongue, sending quivers through his body. I moved beyond his groin and down the inside of his left thigh. His moaning became constant. They were so muscular I was tempted to pause and munch on them for a time, but I had a more pressing desire and I moved down to his left foot. I pushed my tongue between each of his toes until they were all curled then beginning with his little toe I gave each one a mini blow job. When I'd finished I ran my tongue slowly over the sole of his foot as though licking a large all day sucker. Then I moved to his right foot and repeated everything I just down to the left. I looked up at him. His eyes were screwed shut and his head was rock from side to side while the groans and moans continued. I tongued my way up his leg and thigh moving oh so slowly toward his groin. I heard him sigh in anticipation of what he thought was coming, but I had one further surprise in store for him. I figured that while he might have had blow jobs in the past I was fairly certain he'd never been rimmed and I was right.
I went back to lapping at his balls and as I did I took each of his legs in my hands and raised them up and back towards his head. He thought I was merely trying to get better access to his nut sac and perhaps that tender spot right below them. I did give both a good working over, but then slid down and ran my tongue over this tight pucker.
Instantly I felt him tense up and I knew he was shocked. "What are you doing?" He asked, his voice tinged with disapproval. I paid him no mind but dove right in driving my tongue into his hole. Whatever disapproving thought he may have been forming was driven from his mind in that instant.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! I've never...no one has ever...OH SWEET JESUS, that feels so fucking wonderful. I had no idea."
He kept babbling and moaning, but I hardly heard him I was too engrossed in eating that sweet tight ass. Then I heard him, "please make me cum, I can't take much more of this. PLEASE!!!" He was panting.
In that moment his needs met my desires. I pulled away from his rosebud, let down his legs and immediately swallowed his rigid 7 ½ inches down to his curly blonde pubes. I started moving rapidly up and down running the flat of my tongue along the underside of his shaft on every upward pass. His pre-cum was flowing freely and I could taste him, a promise of even better to cum. I added my fist to the process as I attended to his sexual needs. He was nearly incoherent; all I heard from him was a chorus of AWWW, AWWW, AWWW, AWWW. He was so loud I was thankful for air conditioning or the entire neighborhood would have known what was happening. He had to be close. I knew he couldn't last much longer and I kicked everything up a notch. I became a cock sucking machine. I felt his cock thicken between my lips, his body went stiff and an incredible roar started in his chest until it filled the room at the same time as my mouth was flooded with his hot, unbelievably thick load. It was the best tasting cum I'd ever had, sweet and at the same time a bit peppery. I thought he'd shot his entire wad and I swallowed only to have his cock pulse a dozen or so more timed and I happily gulped down another three mouthfuls. Still I didn't want it to be over. Oh so very gently I nursed on his cock, drawing from it all that it had to give me. I finally released him after he'd gone soft between my lips.
I sat back up and looked at his face. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful I wondered if he was awake. "How was that?" I whispered.
He opened his blue eyes and looked right into mine. He became real serious and I began to worry that this might have been a mistake; I needn't have.
"That was the best sex I've had in my entire life. I don't care if you are a guy; nobody has ever made me feel that good before, I have never cum so much before. I really don't know what to say, thank you doesn't seem enough, but thank you. I wanted to do this, but to tell you the truth I was afraid I'd feel guilty afterward, but nothing that good could ever make me feel bad. Anytime you want to do that again, just ask."
"Don't worry I will, you too, if you're in the mood I'll get in the mood, I promise you that. You have a great body and an awesome cock. Next time I'll show you a few other tricks and we'll make it a whole different experience."
"Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"The only thing I feel bad about is that you haven't got off. I wish I could return the favor in some way, but..."
"Listen I don't expect my straight guys to take care of me, but if you'd sit on my chest and put your cock in my mouth while I jack off that would be good."
"Sure thing."
He straddled my face and it didn't take me long. With what had just happened and that beautiful cock between my lips again it only took a few strokes before I shot my load. Of course I apologized for spraying it all over his back. He really didn't seem to mind.
"Can we really do this again? And when?" He asked as I wiped my cum from his back.
"How soon will you be ready to go again?" Answering his question with a question.
He just grinned.
Part Three To Follow Soon.