Due to the fact that I married and live in a small community there are numerous reasons why I keep my extra-marital, homosexual affairs to ones that don't occur near home. They occur on trips or in other towns, never near home or with men that live near to me.
Brannon was the exception to that. He had just moved with his parents into the apartment complex where I live. He was 17 years old and had an exquisite body. He didn't go to school and was working for a local contractor doing construction work. Thus, he was both tan and built. My 30-year-old body had long since lost that youthful look, though I tried to keep fit.
So many words describe Brannon -- Adonis, perfection, handsome, beautiful. I've always been attracted to younger men, but for various reasons I have a look, but don't touch policy. And I certainly did look at Brannon, I simply couldn't help myself.
He was 5'9" and probably weighed only 160 pounds. He had gorgeous green eyes and blonde hair that the sun had bleached almost totally white. His skin had a beautiful copper tone. He rode around the apartment complex on his bike often and usually had either no shirt on, or one of those white tank tops that they call wife beaters.
Brannon and I got along okay, occasionally talking outside either one of our apartments. My favorite times were when we would both happen to go swimming at the apartment pool at the same time. It was hardly ever just the two of us, but that was ok. The time in the pool was fun with he and I occasionally horsing around either with each other or the other people in the pool.
I would occasionally let my hand brush against various parts of his body -- his chest, back, and legs. I learned early on that underneath the loose fitting shorts he wore in the pool, he didn't wear anything else. I would swim underwater by him just a get a look at his dick. From what I was able to see at those infrequent glimpses thrilled me. He wasn't always hard, but he was at least once. It appeared that he had a monster cock, as long as it was thick. My thoughts went to that little glimpse of his manhood more than once and provided more than a few jack off fantasies.
I longed to touch that dick of his, but did my best to stick to the look, but don't touch policy. One time while swimming, he and I were horsing around and he swam under water, went between my legs and flipped me. I decided that I had to return the favor and did the same to him, making sure that my hand cupped his crotch as I did so. I figured that he wouldn't think anything of it.
I was good at hiding my homosexual tendencies and didn't act even the slightest bit effeminate. Plus, when I fucked my wife, I fucked her good and I knew that our romps were apartment gossip because of the volume at which my wife moaned and groaned.
Anyway, even though I so desperately ached for contact with Brannon, I never did. And then it did happen.
It started innocently enough. Brannon had just gotten a new stereo system for his room and asked me to help him hook it up. I agreed. I showed up at his apartment and his dad sent me up to his room. I knocked and he invited me in.
To my shock Brannon was wearing only a towel. He said that he had just gotten out of the shower. I told him that I could step out so he could change, but he said he didn't care. He turned his back and dropped the towel. I couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous, tight ass. His ass was very white compared to the rest of his tanned, bronze body. He slipped on a pair of shorts and turned around. I quickly averted my eyes, but I knew that he had caught me staring.
I started working on hooking up his stereo system trying to forget the throbbing that my cock was doing. He started helping me hook up the wires. I was on the floor and he stood next to me, his crotch at my face level. I quickly noticed that he was hard, but I saw his cock peeking out from the bottom of his shorts.
At first I thought that he didn't realize what he was doing, but quickly realized that he knew exactly what he was doing. I stood at one point and looked behind the system to see if everything was done correctly. He stood directly behind me, and rubbed his body against mine, his hard dick brushing up against my ass. It was more than that, he was actually dry humping me. I wanted to let him know that I was interested and pressed back.
A little moan escaped from his lips and I knew that we were both on the same page. Not wanting to waste the moment, I slid down to my knees, turned around and stuck my face in his crotch.
I grabbed his hips with my hands and began licking the outline of his cock through his shorts. He didn't object at all, but grabbed the back of my head and thrust his hips.
"Oh, damn," he moaned quietly.
I reached into his shorts and grabbed his dick. It was even longer and thicker than I had thought. It had to be at least 10 inches long and as thick as a coke bottle. Size doesn't always matter to me, but this cock was fucking beautiful.
I began licking and sucking every inch of that wonderful monster and Brannon was loving it. I pulled his shorts down to his ankles so I could really go for it. He moaned to let me know that he wasn't objecting to the suck job I was giving him.
"Oh, damn, Will," he said. "That feels so fucking great. Suck my dick, man. Yeah."
He spoke only slightly above a whisper. We were both afraid that anything louder would alert his parents to the goings on.
I started sucking harder and harder. He thrust his hips and fucked my mouth. I played with his nuts and his nipples as I sucked that cock.
"Oh, fuck," he said. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot, Will."
I think that he expected me to stop sucking, but I didn't. I felt that first load of cum hit against the back of my throat and I kept sucking. Another shot came and another one came and I kept on sucking. His legs shook a little bit and he leaned forward with his hands against the wall behind me to steady himself.
I kept on sucking his cock and drank every last bit of his juice until he got soft and plopped out.
He pulled up his shorts and stood up.
Then the reality of what I had just done hit me. I realized that I could get in trouble.
"Listen," I said. "This needs to be kept between you and I."
"No problem," he said. He said that he wouldn't want anybody knowing that he liked to get sucked off by guys. He said that because of his big dick girls wouldn't give him blow jobs. He had made a guy friend the last place he lived that would suck him off but it had been awhile.
I asked him if he had trouble fucking girls too. He said that he did. Then I said that if he wanted a nice ass to fuck, I would be available. He wasn't sure what to think about that, but I knew he was considering it.
A few days later, we ended up in the pool alone....
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