A pair of deeply tanned well muscled calves is what I first saw. Laying on
my back under my honda as I changed the oil I saw him walk up. His mellow
very masculine voice said hello to me. I answered back and asked if I
could help him. He told me he had just moved in to the house across the
street and wondered if he could borrow a couple tools from me. I crawled
out from under the car and looked up him. My eyes scanned quickly up his
body. Well developed legs rising up to a bulky torso and nice arms. All
of it topped off with a face and smile that could melt my heart with one
kind word.
I love men. Really love men. At least once a day I fall head over heels
in love with some gorgeous man I see. And it had just happened again.
I said hello to him as I sat up and told him my name was Tony. He smiled
back and said his was Jeff. There was an uneasy pause for a moment. It
felt like Jeff had sensed the unspoken thoughts going through my head. He
asked again about the tools and if it would be ok, and I knew once more it
was probably my penchant for falling in lust with straight guys. There was
something about men who were very relaxed about their bodies, not always
posturing or t rying to make it look it's best. I guess it was that
casually obscene way that they are attractive.
Shaking off what I was thinking I asked him what he needed them for and
suggested I might be of help. I was proud of the fact that I had never
been at the mercy of a repairman. Jeff told me he needed to hook up the
dryer he had just bought used.
Well an hour later we were standing around his dryer congratulating
ourselves on a job well done over a beer. We talked some but Jeff seemed
guarded. He held more back than what he did say. Well I thanked him for
the beer and gave him an open invitation so stop by my place. Seeing as
how he was new in town just in from Cincinnati and didn't know anyone.
I went back home and packed up my tools. I was still a little unsure of
how to proceed. This was the neighborhood where I lived, and I didn't want
to mess up the relationship I had with my new neighbors, and also there's
always that chance that I could have this guy too. But, these things are
sometimes delicate matters.
The next day I saw Jeff out in his yard doing some cleaning up. He was
wearing just a pair of running shorts and I saw that his body was much
better than I had first seen. He looked beautiful out there in the sun,
his golden tanned body gleaming with health and vitality. He reminded me
of those ad's for Soloflex that I and every other homosexual in the country
got free for calling that number on cable television. I wanted to walk
over there and take him in my arms and make love to him there in the
sunshine and the warm afternoon air. It would be an act of raw physical
poetry.
Jeff looked up and saw me standing there and waved. I waved back to him
and smiled. God, if Jeff only knew what I was thinking. He'd either run
in the house and put on more clothes or walk over to my place.
I met his wife Janet the next day. She was also wholesome and looked the
perfect little wife in her jeans and Mickey Mouse sweatshirt. Jeff was at
work, and I was out walking my german sheperd. Janet asked if I was
married and I said that I had been o nce. (I left out that his name was
Steve, and he looked better in jeans than she ever would.)
A few days later Jeff came by one afternoon while I was watching PBS's
sunday lineup of cooking shows and murder mysteries. He t apped at the
screen door and startled me as I lay there in cotton workout shorts and a
t-shirt. I yelled at him to come on in, and then had to get up anyway
cause I'd left the screen locked. I offered him a beer and went to fetch
it and a new one for myself.
When I came back he was sitting on my futon couch and I took the chair
facing it, curling my leg under myself so my balls wouldn't hang out of my
shorts. (No use scaring him off this early in the game.) He took a long
swallow of the beer and I watched lovingly as his adams apple bobbed up and
down under the lightly bronzed skin of his neck as his head tilted back.
He uttered a sigh as he rested the beer on his leg.
He wore a faded yellow t-shirt and some old very comfortable looking blue
jeans. The jeans had that worn area around the crotch from long use that
always looks like someone's been fondling that patch of material for years.
Of course if they were 501's he may very well have been fondling that patch
of fabric just as I'd like to have been.
Well Jeff was curious about the PBS on the TV, and asked how come I
wasn't watching a game or something. I told him I wasn't much into sports.
He was a bit surprised by that and pointed out that my body sure looked
like I was.
Well, I told him that if you are going to live in LA working out comes
with the territory. We both kind of laughed at that, and there were a few
moments when he seemed uncomfortable and I then offered him the grand tour
of my place to ease things for both of us. In the back of my mind I
wondered what he'd say if he saw the pictures on my fridge, and the Colt
calendar on my office wall.
I showed him through the kitchen and quickly through the bedroom and
office, He seemed to not take note of the pictures and only remarked that
it looked pretty good for a bachelor's house. I told him that not all of
us feel it necessary to leave underwear, socks and dirty dishes strewn
about, and also that I had cleaned the whole house earlier this morning.
He and I both laughed at that. Then I showed him the backyard and the deck
I'd built with the large jacuzzi in the middle of it.
He really liked the jacuzzi, he said he'd never seen one so big. I
mentioned that I like things big, and he either didn't hear or pretended
not to. I told Jeff that I really like coming out here late at night
before going to sleep.
I got him another beer as we passed back inside through the kitchen and
mentioned that he'd be more than welcome to come over and use it some
night. (I made no mention that I'd prefer it be only him and not Janet,
although the thought of a three way with her wasn't that bad as long as I
got Jeff that way.)
He mentioned that Janet had told him that I had been married before. He
asked if It was rough.
No, I told him, we still speak and are on friendly terms. (I was treading
on thin ice now. Soon I'd either have to lie, or spill the beans about
Steve.)
Then Jeff shocked me. He said that he didn't think that Janet h ad
figured out that I was queer. (I hate that term, and especially when
someone thinks it's the right thing to call me.) Well I didn't know what
to say immediately. I think I turned about eight shades of red. I think
he was even more embarrassed than I was waiting for me to answer.
I told him I'd rather he say I was gay. And that I agreed with him about
Janet. Also I told him that I thought I was glad that it was out in the
open at least with him. Cause I did not want to go around pretending.
Jeff smiled obviously glad I hadn't gotten upset at his statement.
I thought it was going to difficult figuring out what to say to him, and
here he had done it for me. I wondered if he was curious, or just bold, or
a little of both. (I was hoping so.)
I didn't get a chance to really explore it with him cause he had to run.
Apparently the reason he'd come over was to invite me to a little
housewarming/barbecue that he and Janet were throwing.
Unfortunately I had to decline cause I had a date to meet friends at beer
bust. But I was really curious now, cause Jeff was really friendly and at
ease with this whole thing and that's highly unusual for a straight man.
Especially one from some small out of the way town like him.
A few days later I saw Jeff as I drove up from dinner out. It was about
10 and I Told Jeff that he and Janet should come over and use the Jacuzzi
with me. He waved and said that he'd check with Janet. I said to just
come on around the side if they did, that I'd be out in back.
Needless to say I was as anxious as a kid at Christmas wondering if
they'd accept my offer and I'd get that big gorgeous juicy man i n my hot
tub. Well about 20 minutes later I heard the side gate and I try not to
immediately turn and look as I sat there in the jacuzzi already. I heard a
hello from Jeff and turned. He was alone, and wearing a white t-shirt and
some blue swim shorts.
I asked where Janet was and he said that she had not felt up to it. He
set his towel on the table and I pointed to a beer there and told him it
was for him. He thanked me and popped it open, and then removed his shirt.
I saw those glorious pec's again with those beautiful generous nipples
stretched taut across them. I felt my cock twitch in my baggy shorts I
wore. I'd almost worn a speedo but figured I didn't want my obvious
erection to show when he got here.
He lowered himself into the jacuzzi sitting opposite me, and wincing as
he got used to the water. At last he was sitting there across from me, his
arms outstretched and laying on the decking, his head thrown back in
decadent enjoyment of the pleasure his body was feeling. I wondered if
that was how he'd look if I were sucking on the dick of his. Would he moan
or cry out Janet's name as I brought him off? It was almost torture to see
him there, all but mine.
We began talking about the weather and neutral topics. Finally I decided
to be bold and I asked him wasn't he nervous being here alone with me.
Well, he said that there was a little bit of that, but he could take care
of himself if I tried anything funny with him. Still sticking to the bold
theme.. I asked him if anything like that had ever happened to him before,
because he was obviously a very attractive man. He blushed a little at
that, and then he admitted that yeah something like that had happened to
him in college, in fact it turned out he had graduated from UCLA. (maybe
that explained some of his more liberal attitudes about gays.)
Jeff explained that he had a college roommate that had turned out to be
gay and only told him the last week they roomed together. In fact this guy
had told Jeff that he was in love with him. It had really bothered him
too. Not the gay part, but the part about not wanting to get involved or
to have this guy be hurt by Jeff cause he couldn't love him back. Jeff
explained that he liked women, and t hat he and Janet were planning on
having a big family, and that there was no way he was going to be falling
in love with no man.
The whole story was very sweet, the way Jeff was so concerned for his
roommates feelings, even though he had just told Jeff something that most
straight men would have murdered him for. I began to feel more bold with
Jeff. I asked him if he ever thought about what it would be like to do it
with another man.
Jeff took another swig of his beer and then looked a little embarrassed
and unsure of how to answer. Finally he told me that it had bothered him
too much at the time but afterwards he had thought about it. He said that
when he was a kid he'd played doctor and all that with other kids, just
like everyone else.
And that once or twice it had crossed his mind. But, he said that his r
oommate had been way too emotionally vulnerable to even consider it.
I didn't want this lose this opening, and asked if he was still curious
about it, and I got out to get us some more beers. If mentally was
thinking about how I'd have to reshuffle my schedule in the morning cause I
didn't want this to end so soon.
He drank some of his beer and said that yeah he was still c urious. He
also said how weird it was that he felt safe talking about this with me.
Like he knew that he didn't need to worry about hurting me or something. I
nodded and didn't say anything, hoping he'd continue.
He asked me if he could tell me a secret. I told him he could. He said
that he had told Janet that he was going to come over and watch the game
with me, and that he hadn't told her about the invitation to use the
jacuzzi. He and I just looked at each other then, and I felt my dick
twitch like some electric current had passed between us.
I asked Jeff if I could touch him. He looked like an animal frozen in a
set of headlights on a highway for a moment. He asked what I was going to
do. I told him not to worry, that I wasn't going to do anything to him.
And I slowly moved across the jacuzzi t owards him. I could almost hear
his heart racing. And I knew how vulnerable he was, like a child that
needed to be handled carefully so this would not be traumatic for him.
The excitement for me was like being on some sort of narcotic. I came
closer to him and then my fingertips brushed his stomach as I brought my
hand up and placed it outstretched on his chest the nipple brushing my
palm. He started to bring his hands towards mine but didn't remove my arm
or even touch me.
I told him to relax, that I wasn't going to do anything, I just wanted to
touch his body. I asked him if he liked it. And I laid my other hand on
the other half of his chest. Jeff closed his eyes and leaned his head back
for a moment. Then as I pulled my one hand away he instantly opened his
eyes and was watching me carefully.
I told him soothingly to relax that I knew how to take care of him and I
wasn't going to do anything he didn't want me to.
I ran my hands all over his chest and his stomach and then his thighs.
He was in heaven and I took it very slowly, very gently. Then finally he
placed my hand on his crotch and I felt the rock hard thing there in his
shorts. This was his fantasy come true, as well as mine. I wanted to put
his hand on my cock, but I didn't w ant to scare him off. I caressed him
like his dick was some newborn puppy, blind and helpless wriggling in the
dark. He nearly jumped each time I moved my hand. I ran my fingers over
it and then brushed them against his balls.
part3
Well, I woke up the next morning not even sure if what we'd done had
really happened. But it had happened. I jerked off again just t hinking
about how hot it had been. I'd never had something like that happen
before. All through the time in the hot tub I'd been wondering if what was
going on was really happening. Or was I just hearing what I wanted to
hear.
But it had been no fantasy when Jeff and I had touched. It had been real
when I had touched his beautiful chest and laid my hand on his cock.
My own hand came up to play with my chest as I lay reviewing what had
happened the night before. His cock was nice, and I wanted to do more. I
really wanted to take it inside me. To fill my mouth with it, and to let
him fill my ass with it as well. I could just imagine how he would look,
and what he would say when he felt himself in a man for the first time.
I came violently again just thinking about it as I stroked my dick.
For days I thought of nothing else. I tried in vane to brush away these
thoughts as I worked. They always crept back in though.
The one thing I kept worrying about was pushing or pressuring Jeff into
something. Though I smiled when I thought how easily it would have been to
have him go farther by threatening to tell poor little Karen. But, Jeff
would never know that I could'nt do such a thing. I may be a bitch, but,
I'm not that unfeeling. The truth is I liked Karen. We had a lot in
common... Jeff.
So I resisted the urge to immediately have a repeat of the other night.
I saw Jeff on the street, doing his lawn or leaving or coming home. I
waved to him, and he waved back though there now seemed some tension or
awkwardness in the way he did. That worried me at first. But he seemed no
less friendly to me. And nothing r eally changed in our friendship, or our
relationship as neighbors. But, it must be pressing on his mind.
I wondered if he jerked off thinking of it, or me. Did he ever think of
me when he was fucking Karen? They seemed one of those couples who were
very much in love. They were always touching or k issing each other.
Well a few months had passed and Jeff and I had not discussed what had
happened. I had a few friends over for dinner one weekend and invited Jeff
and Karen. They came and seemed to enjoy t hemselves. Karen seemed to
warm to my friends easily and got over the shock of finding out they, and I
were all gay. Jeff seemed very uncomfortable there with us. He was
pleasant and chatted with several different people, but he never seemed to
be at ease with the group. I worried about that, especially since the
amount of time that had passed since our little episode in the hot tub.
As it turned out my fears were a little premature. It was the next day
that Jeff showed up at my door bright and early sunday morning.
Sundays I sleep late. So when the doorbell had rung it took several
seconds before I realized it was really going off and I wasn't dreaming it.
Jumping up I grabbed a pair of workout shorts off the dresser and pulled
them on absently noting that I had a morning woody, and ran for the door.
Crossing the living room I could see through the glass in the front door
that Jeff stood there. I paused long enough to consider how I looked, with
my cock making a tent in the shorts I'd pulled on. Finally I said fuck it,
and walked to the door. I opened it slightly so that it covered my crotch
and sort of peeked around it. Still rubbing the sleep from my eyes I said
hello to Jeff.
He stood there in jeans and a t-shirt, and I instantly wanted him m
ore than ever. It was obscene that they allow straight men to walk around
looking as good as he did right then. His hair was a little bit messed up
and he had a kind of anxious look on his face.
He asked if he could come in, and said he needed to talk to me. I
realized that seeing him had done little to help my erection subside. I
said sure come on in. I stepped back and opened the door wide. He walked
in and I motioned for the living room and then made an excuse of having to
pee and quickly moved off the bedroom. The truth was I realized I did have
to pee, though it wouldn't be easy with the raging hard-on that Jeff had
helped to prolong.
Well finally I relieved my bladder and while I did I had time to be
concerned about what Jeff needed to talk about and why he looked the way he
did.
I pulled on a t-shirt and headed back out to the living room. Jeff sat
on the couch with one leg curled back underneath himself and the other
straight out in front of him. He had a pillow clutched to himself almost
protectively.
I asked him what was up. And to his credit again Jeff spoke right up
with what was going on. He said he had come to say he was sorry about the
party the night before. He said that he didn't want me to be upset or hurt
by how he had been.
I had to ask him what he meant, cause it didn't seem as though he was
rude or had done anything to upset me. In fact I had worried that being
exposed to my gay friends, one of them pretty nellie, would have turned him
off or something. But here he was emotionally suffering over something
that had happened.
Jeff said that during the party he had been going back and forth between
being angry and frustrated. Angry at himself for what he was feeling, and
wanted to do with me, and frustrated at how he had to hide it all. He said
that the last few months had been hell. That what we had done that night
had been incredible for him and he could not get it out of his mind. Jeff
said he was afraid also that it meant that he was gay and that he'd have to
leave Karen whom he loved more than anything.
Jeff also said that he'd been impressed by the openness he'd seen my
friends express. They seemed to just be having a ball and not worrying
about what anyone thought of their lives. He looked up at me for the first
time at this point.
timulation. The excitement of what would come next had me ready to cum at
any moment, but I wanted this to last a long time, and to let Jeff take
this in any direction he wanted to go.
His hands slid under the waistband of my shorts and slowly felt of the
actual flesh of my ass directly. He began again on them as he had before.
This continued for what seemed an eternity with his tongue touching at my
abdomen and playing with the small amount of h air there. Slowly he inched
down the shorts until they rode just above my cock in the front.
I almost didn't want him to go any further, I was nervous now, like I was
getting in way too deep emotionally. But, I wouldn't have stopped for
anything at this point.
Jeff finally looked up at me and then pulled my shorts down over my
outstretched cock and let them fall to the floor. I stared into his eyes
and felt I would drown in them.
part5
I told Jeff that If he did that any longer I'd cum. He looked up and
smiled at me. He let his hands roam around my body again as we stared at
each other. I had thought this would be a simple fuck and suck session
when I had fantasized about having Jeff, but this was far from it.
hen slowly I pushed him back until he was laying flat with his arms thrown
up and behind his head. I ran one fingertip down his chest running it
through the small patch of golden hair. I reached his jeans and slowly
pulled open the first button. Then I leaned over and grabbed it with my
teeth and pulled open the fly the rest of the way. A mound of white cotton
briefs greeted me in the opening revealed.
I pulled his jeans off his body as he lifted his hips to help me. He
looked even better in the white briefs than he had naked in the hot tub
months ago. I brought my tongue down and traced his fully e rect cock
within the fabric of his briefs. I could feel him tense up and wince as my
tongue found the head of his cock. It seemed he was as hot, and ready as i
was, and the precum was soaking through the material, I tasted it's
sweetness.
I had to have him now, and I rushed getting his briefs off. And watched
as his cock sprang up when released. I grabbed it's base i n one hand and
brought my nose down and inhaled deeply his aroma. he had that freshly
scrubbed smell mixed with the aroma of a man who is aroused. I licked up
along his cock from just above his balls slowly until my tongue teased the
piss slit at the top which had another clear drop of precum beading. Then
slowly I brought that beautiful flesh into my mouth slowly swirling my
tongue round and round until I had nearly all of it in my mouth.
Then I relaxed and took the rest of it into my throat.
Jeff began to moan and pound his arms on the bed. It was incredibly hot
to have him going crazy because of what my mouth was doing to his cock. I
started to really work on it now. Taking him all the way in, and then
pulling almost all the way out and sucking hard on the head itself.
I brought one and then the other knee up on the bed and had Jeff move up
towards the pillows. This gave me much better vantage point to work his
cock. Jeff was definitely a screamer, he could not keep from moaning or
yelling or making some noise. It turned me on even more to hear him pant,
moan, or scream as I worked on him.
inally I worked my finger inside him to the second knuckle and fucked it in
and out slowly as Jeff continued to call god's name. I couldn't believe
how hot this was, and I was going to use the promise of the real thing to
make sure there was a next time for me and Jeff.
Jeff was going wild thrashing and making all sorts of noise but never
dropping his legs back down or getting in the way of what I was doing to
his ass. I worked one and then another finger in until he was loosened up
enough to really pump him. Then I brought my mouth down over his cock
again and his eyes flew open again as it got even more intense than he
thought it could. I worked his dick again without worrying about it
lasting, all the while working my two fingers in and out of his ass making
sure to hit all the right spots inside as I did.
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