Date: Fri, 10 May 2013 22:17:02 +0000
From: pabiguy@hushmail.com
Subject: Something in Between chapter 1 (M/M, anal, oral, voyeur)

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Something in Between Chapter 1

Well, I guess it's true that hope spring eternal. I'm always
hoping that maybe I'll meet that next special friend we're all
looking for, at some level or other. As a 45 year old bisexual man
you'd think my orientation would double my chances, right?
Unfortunately it hasn't worked out like that. I've had one wife
(now ex and still my friend), a few people I was in love with, and
many lovers and friends over the years. But I haven't had any
special friend in my life for almost a year I was starting to get a
little depressed about it, not to mention more than a little sexually
starved.

I'm a policy advisor for a large, multi-national company and travel
a lot, sometimes for long periods of time. That travel and the unusual
schedule hasn't helped in finding special people or in keeping them
in my life. But, over time I have found that if I keep up the positive
energy and keep looking, a special person always seems to find his or
her way into my life.

One Friday night, on a whim, I posted a quick ad on Craigslist. I
know, I know, it sounds desperate. Truthfully, I did it more for a
laugh than anything else. I actually check out the ads on Craigslist
once a week or two. Most of them are just tragic, but lots of them are
tragically funny too. I figured the best that would happen after I
posted an ad would be one or two funny responses. My ad was short, but
kind of long by CL personal ad standards: "Something in Between--45
year old Bi guy looking for something between a hook up and a
boyfriend. 6ft2, 210 lbs, fit and naturally smooth, looking for an
easy going, masculine guy 30 years old and up for hanging out,
dinners, movies, and whatever else we both want. Your attitude and
sense of humor are more important than anything. Drop me a line, what
do you have to lose?"

Well, anybody who ever posted on CL knows exactly hat happened next.
Dick pictures and one line responses consisting entirely of "Yo,
let's hook up." That's what I expected. And wow, dicks of every
shape and size! Some looked pretty interesting, if I was looking for a
random dick, and some were just hilariously small or misshapen. And
with every "Yo, let's hook up." message I slapped my forehead
and wondered if anybody, any single guy, out there actually read an ad
before responding.

After a few hours, a couple, well, four beers, and almost 25 messages
I was getting bored and about to delete the ad so my anonymous email
account wouldn't fill up overnight when I got a real sounding
response: "Hey, I don't know if you're serious or just another
CL flake, but like you said, what do I have to lose? Anyway, my name
is Jeff. I'm 37, divorced, bi, but more gay now, 5 ft 11, 180 lbs,
pretty much in shape. I'm so over hook- ups, haven't had one for a
long time. I'd love to have a boyfriend but right now I just need
some relief, if you know what I mean. It might as well be with a
friend, right? Anyway, if you're real, write back."

Well, that sounded like far and away the best offer I'd seen all
night. I wrote back and let Jeff know I was indeed real and that my ad
was honest in terms of my description and what I was looking for. He
responded almost right away with a little more information about him,
always in the same light hearted and fun way. After two or three more
quick messages I went to bed, hoping to keep in touch with this new
found friend. Over the rest of the weekend we kept emailing each other
and our messages got longer and longer as we sort of let each other
know what we were all about and what we were interested in. Very
quickly we decided that we wouldn't fall in to the trap of a quick
hook up, we would wait for a proper meeting which was arranged for the
next weekend.

Over that weekend and the next week I found out a lot more about Jeff
first by email and eventually by phone calls. He was a master
automotive mechanic, who also, in his words, "fabricated a lot of
stuff for some race teams", whatever that meant exactly.
Interestingly, he also had a MFA from a very prestigious school in
what he self-deprecatingly described as "I don't know material
sciences, sculpture, art, design? It's complicated, it all just sort
of runs together, you know?" It was also intriguing; here was a guy
who used his hands and his mind to make his living and his art. He
told me he got married while in grad school and was soon a father.
Although he self-identified as bisexual he was up front with me about
how his attraction to men was a bigger part of his identity than any
attraction he had towards women. That was somewhat different from me;
I tend to think of guys as sexual partners who can also be good
friends. Sometimes I even love my male lovers. But I love them as
friends; I'm not in love with them, to fall in to the cliché. I
tend to fall in love with women and feel a little more emotionally
attached, in a romantic way, to them.

I think we both appreciated the honestly the other brought to our
early electronic and phone conversations. Our emails and calls would
veer back and forth between increasingly risqué flirting and straight
up discussions of sexual likes and dislikes along with non-sexual but
somehow more intimate details of our lives. Jeff told me he tended to
be more submissive with both men and women, sexually, but didn't
mind switching roles once and awhile. That was perfect for me to hear
since I tend to be exactly the opposite, I call myself a top but also
love to bottom for the right partner. I shared with Jeff how my
marriage broke up in the face of me coming out as bisexual and the
pressures of travel while he spent a lot of time talking about his
daughter. At 15, Cathy sounded like a wonderful ball of trouble. Jeff
spent a ton of time talking about her and what she was like growing
up. He was honest when describing the difficulty of raising a teenage
girl by himself and seemed like an incredibly proud dad whenever she
came up in our conversation. His parenting strategy seemed somewhat
radical to me, but I'm not a parent myself. He felt like she was a
smart girl who could make her own decisions on everything.
Specifically, he felt like there was nothing he could truly make her
do or not do, she would just end up sneaking around him. He preferred
to keep the lines of communication between him and Cathy open and
hoped she would ask his advice and maybe listen to it. He shared her
early explorations of with drugs and sex. I tried not to sound too
interested in his descriptions of his daughters budding sexual
exploits and found myself changing the subject so as not to freak him
out.

As the week dragged on I found it harder to concentrate at work; my
mind kept going to Jeff and what our first meeting might lead to, both
right away and perhaps over a longer period of time. Finally, the next
Friday, the day arrived. As I parked my car in the lot of the
neighborhood sports bar we agreed to as meeting place I felt
butterflies in my stomach. I had grabbed a quick shower at work and
put on a fresh shirt under my sport coat. Early in our conversations
we agreed to not exchange photographs of ourselves, placing trust in
each other that our physical descriptions were accurate. I sat down
and ordered a beer and found myself staring at the entranced
obsessively, waiting to see if he would show up at all and what he
would be like if he did.

Finally, after about 4 hours, well, 10 minutes according to my watch,
Jeff walked through the door. He was exactly what he said he'd be, 5
ft. 11, 180 lbs, in VERY good shape from what I could tell. Blond hair
cut close in a shaggy flat top, no facial hair. As he moved through
the restaurant section of the bar I noticed he had big, brown eyes
with lots of smile lines at their edges. I stood up and offered my
hand but then we both knew we had to hug in greeting. I could feel
nothing but muscle, bone, and sinew as I wrapped him in my arms.

He sat down and ordered and we started talking right way. Admittedly
we had been talking and emailing almost non-stop for a week, but I was
just amazed at how quickly we bonded. Within a few minutes it felt
like I was talking to an old friend. We caught up on our weeks and a
lot of things we had talked about over the week. He talked a lot about
Cathy, obviously the proud daddy. I couldn't believe how at ease we
were in each other's company. We shared several drinks just sort of
catching up and chatting about all the things you'd expect with a
new friend. But after a couple of hours I could no longer ignore the
excitement growing steadily in my belly, I really, really wanted to
get this stud in between the sheets and see what kind of trouble we
could get up to. I took a long pull of my beer and looked deep into
his eyes,

"So, you want to have another drink at my place? If I have any more
here I won't be able to drive....".

He grinned and replied, "I'd love to have another one, but can we
head to my place? It's close and I'd hate to not be there in the
morning when Cathy gets up".

He delivered it so causally like it was a total given that we'd be
spending the night with each other. I guess if I was honest I would
admit there was no way we weren't going to sleep together.

I quickly threw some money onto the table, knowing it would more than
cover the tab and followed him towards the exit. He squinted in the
dying afternoon sun and pointed to his truck and asked me to follow
him. I pulled my car around and took up position behind his
well-maintained pickup for a short drive through the suburban
neighborhood to his house. We pulled into his driveway just as the
last of the daylight was fading. Without a word I got out of the car
and followed him to the door. I stood very close to him as he fumbled
with the lock, towering over him by a few inches; I know he could feel
my breath on the back of his neck. The distraction seemed to slow him
down and he had trouble fitting the key into the lock. I placed my
hand gently on his hip and pulled him back ever so slightly so he
could feel my growing excitement on his ass.

"Are you having trouble getting it in, man?" I teased.

He sounded frustrated when he said, "Fuck, just a second", as the
key finally slid into the lock.

In a flash he was inside with me right behind him. He barely had time
to turn around before I wrapped him in my arms and locked my lips to
his. We kissed fiercely, hungry for each other. Our lips opened as our
tongues pushed back and forth. When I started to roughly bite his
lower lip he groaned and just melted into my arms. I began slowly
walking, with him still in my arms, hoping I might be leading us to
the bedroom. He slowly walked backwards but didn't seem aware that I
had a destination in mind, at least he didn't try to steer us
anywhere. Just about when I was ready to break our kiss and throw him
down to the floor I realized we were in the kitchen. I pulled my face
away from his and asked where the bedroom was. He laughed and grabbed
my hard on through my slacks and asked if I wanted to know so I could
get him in bed and fuck him. I laughed and told him that was exactly
what I had in mind, after I sucked his huge cock and swallowed his
cum.

I heard a giggle felt Jeff slightly deflate in my arms, and then pull
away a little, but not too much. I let him go and turned around.
Standing behind me was a teenage girl I knew had to be Cathy. She was
a cutie, about 5ft4, and maybe, maybe 105 lbs dripping wet. Her skater
girl outfit of black skinny jeans and a purple tank top with obviously
no bra showed off her slight frame and budding breasts to maximum
effect. Her small breasts looked like they were perhaps 32 a or b cup
and appeared to be very perky under the tight tank top. Her top was
also cut short enough to show off a large patch of her flat pale belly
in between her shirt and her low riding jeans. Her shoulder length
hair under a Rasta cap completed the look she was so obviously going
for. Her hazel eyes showed her smile as she finally spoke, "Hiya,
pervs, what's up?"

"Cathy, this is Darren...." Jeff seemed not overly upset by his
teenage daughter catching us going at it like rabbits in his kitchen.

"Umm, hi, nice to meet you, you're dad has told me a lot about
you". I managed to stammer. In spite of myself I blushed, there's
nothing like a lovers teenage daughter interrupt you in the middle of
dirty talk to kill the mood. Plus I was more than a little taken aback
at my immediate, almost visceral sexual interest in this girl.

Luckily, Cathy was really older than her age and showed some poise and
tact, "Hi, Darren, nice to meet you.

"Dad, sorry to be home, Suzy and Jon both caught the flu or
something so we're not going out tonight. But I might call Kim and
see if she wants to hang out....."

"No, hon, you don't have t leave just because Darren came over.
Are you okay, you look a little under the weather yourself?", Jeff
said with obvious concern. I thought she looked just fine.

She smiled faintly, "Well, I might go hang out on Facebook and chill
here tonight.....It was nice meeting you, Darren." Although she did
look more than fine to me, I could tell she wasn't feeling well and
gently wished her a good night. She turned and began walking out of
the kitchen, giving me a chance to admire her pert, very sexy little
butt moving under the tight jeans. I could just barely detect the top
of her thong. My dick, which had gone to half-mast when Cathy
interrupted us suddenly started to perk back up. And just to let us
know that she was still a cheeky 15 year old girl, she innocently
declared, "And dad, don't let him like, split you in two with that
thing he has in his pants, he looks like he knows how to use it!",
and giggled as she disappeared down the hallway towards the staircase.

I looked over at Jeff, figuring her presence wild probably mean the
end to our fun time. Although I was horny enough to die, I could
understand why he would not want to play with her in the house,
especially as she had just met me.

"Well, I should get going, man, are you doing anything tomorrow?"
I asked.

He grinned at me slyly, "Yeah, hopefully getting fucking you for the
second straight night. She knows about my sexuality, we don't have
to hide just because she's here. But maybe we should be a little
quite; her room is right next to mine and she looks like she needs to
sleep".

I grinned right back at him, and snaked an arm around his waist,
pulling him close for another kiss, "You can suck my dick anywhere
in this house, baby".

He just laughed and told me to follow him, which I did. He led me to a
sliding glass door and out on to a patio where there was a large hot
tub. He asked for help taking the cover off and turned on the lights
and bubbles, explain that he usually sat in the tub after work and had
the heater on a timer so it was already heated up.

"Like me", I muttered, staring at him, waiting for him to take his
clothes off. He stared back and told me to start stripping.

Looking directly into this eyes I said, "No, go get us a couple
beers and then you strip for me...." Although naturally a top, I
don't tend to play the dom role but I sensed that Jeff liked to play
the sub role, at least a little, I was curious how he'd take my
directions. If he didn't like them I was more than ready to play
more nicely. But he just smiled and lit up like I was Santa Claus.
Without a word he went in to the house and returned with two beers. He
made a show of opening one for me and then put the other down on the
patio table.

While never breaking eye contact with me, Jeff slowly unbuttoned his
blue work shirt and peeled it off his shoulders. He was tanned and
very fit, maybe not a defined six pack but the muscles were there on
display. His body also appeared to be totally hairless. He looked at
me seeking approval; I nodded for him to continue. He toed of his
shoes and then slowly unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants.
Lowering the zipper he grasped the waistband and lowered the pants
over his slim hips. Bending slightly he continued to push the pants
down, revealing a total lack of underwear. His dick was already hard
and longer than I had imagiened. He was cut and had to be at least 8
inches long, but fairly narrow in circumference. His small balls
didn't hang very low, tucked nicely up in between his legs. He was
tanned everywhere and I was happy to see that his shaving didn't
stop at the waistline, he was without any hair I could see. As he
stepped out of his pants he used one foot to pull the sock off the
other and then repeated the procedure. He stood there in front of me
with no shame and tuned his hands slightly towards me as if to say,
"well, here it is...." His cock was just gorgeous, slightly tanned
and aimed straight at me. It was pointed slightly upwards and would
clearly reach almost to his belly button if laid flat on his stomach.

"You're super hot, baby", was all I could say.

He took a step toward me but I held my hand up to stop him. Normally I
like to be stripped by my lovers, but I was so hot I wanted to get
naked as soon as possible and that meant doing it myself. I quickly
shrugged out of my coat and unbuttoned my dress shirt and slid it off
my body, revealing myself to Jeff. I'm in very good shape but
don't have the six pack my lover had just shown me. And while
naturally fairly smooth I had some more body hair than he did, but not
much. As I slipped my shoes off my pants quickly followed; like Jeff I
wasn't wearing any underwear. My dick was as hard as it has ever
been. Not as long as Jeff's the 6 and a half inches of cut glory
also doesn't get many complaints. I keep my pubes trimmed but still
bushy and my unusually large ball sack hangs low under my thick cock.
As I struggled to get out of my socks he murmured, "God, I want
you....".

He held his hand out to me and I took it as we walked the few steps
towards the hot tub, our cocks bouncing with every step. We slipped
into the water next to each other and almost instantly he had turned
and was sitting on my lap as we again started to kiss like the world
was ending. I reach up with both hands and started to gently pinch his
nipples, his groans and thrusting tongue told me he enjoyed that so I
pinched and twisted harder. I snaked a hand between our bodies and
managed to encircle his dick and begin stroking it. The more he
tongued my mouth, the hotter I got until I had to taste his dick.
Using both hand on his hips I urged him to stand up and over me, with
a foot on either side of my thighs. Looking up at him he knew
instinctively what I wanted and crouched so he could fuck my mouth.

And my mouth was hanging open, but not only in lust. Over his shoulder
I could clearly see the second story windows of his house. And in one
of those windows, illuminated from behind by the soft glow of a
television or computer screen was a slight figure, it had to be Cathy,
watching us. I hesitated for a second which Jeff took to be teasing
and he obliged by beginning to rub the tip of his smooth, tan, and
narrow dick across my face. I figured if Cathy didn't want to see
this all she had to do was turn around to I quickly reached up grabbed
the base of his cock as he was dragging it across my cheek. Holding
the tip at my lips I slowly parted them and began licking his tip and
pee slit. I've learned that Jeff produces a lot of precum and that
night was no exception. My efforts were instantly rewarded with the
salty taste I love. When he started o moan I slipped the entire tip
into my mouth, very, very gently raking my teeth across the ridge of
his head. I could literally feel his knees quiver as I did that. Using
one hand I began to massage his balls, gently at first and then a
little more roughly as he let me know without words that he liked his
tight sack handled roughly. As I started taking more and more of his
length into my mouth and down my throat I moved my hand from his balls
to begin stroking and rubbing his ass.

As my fingers found the crack between his wonderfully shaped cheeks he
crouched to give me better access. And by crouching he managed to
drive his dick even deeper into my throat. At one point I almost
gagged but slowed down my efforts, and relaxed. He groaned again when
my nose finally made contact with the smooth skin at the base of his
dick. I moaned too and used my fingers which were teasing his asshole
to start him thrusting more fiercely into my mouth. My digital
exploration of his muscle ring must have been a little too much as he
soon reach behind him to the table where his beer was perched and
picked up the tube of lube without looking and then placed the tube in
my exploring hand. Flicking open the lid with one hand I quickly
squirted a large dollop between his asscheeks and was able to slip a
middle finger knuckle deep in his ass with no resistance at all.

As I started probing for his prostate he groaned almost unintelligibly
that I should use another finger which I was happy to do. As soon as I
got my index finger inside him next to my middle finger he began
whimpering. When I found his prostate I barely touched it when he
started to whimper and I felt his warm seed shooting down my throat.
His thrusts tilted my head back as he was lost in lust and I felt like
he was going to break my neck. As I continued to play with his button
I looked up, his dick still down my throat and saw that Cathy was
still watching. There wasn't enough light form behind her to let me
see her face, but clearly she was glued to the scene below her.

My fingers were still exploring his bowel when I felt his dick start
to soften in my mouth. He grimaced slightly as he pulled out of my
mouth and crouched down to kiss me and lick my lips.

We kissed roughly for a few minutes and he whispered, "Fuck me
now".

I pulled my fingers from his hole and he turned around and bent over
the edge of the tub, resting his forearms on the patio table. I was
suddenly faced with his beautiful, tanned bubble butt with just a hint
of the pink ring nestled in his sexy split. I looked up again at
Cathy. I couldn't' see her face but I knew she would see me
looking at her. Without taking my eyes off her I leaned forward,
spread his cheeks with my hands and began to eat his ass like I was
starving. I kissed and nibbled the delicate skin above and below his
hole and thrust my tongue as far up his opening as I could get it. As
I was straining to nibble on his circle of muscle I looked up again
and I could make out Cathy's form and plainly saw that one arm was
moving up and down rhythmically, she was clearly lustfully touching
herself at the sight of her father bent over and taken to town.

Reaching over his shoulder I picked up the lube again and stood up,
while he crouched lower in the water, bending further over the side of
the tub. I placed a big quirt of the lube on the tip of my cock and
quickly spread it up and down the shaft. With no more preliminaries I
thrust my hips forward and used one had to place my mushroom head at
his pink ring and slowly, but firmly, pushed forward. Just like my
fingers before, once the tip was inside, there was little resistance.
He grunted as I smoothly slid my full length into him. Once I was
fully inside I stopped moving to give him a chance to get used to me.
I looked up again at Cathy, seeing that she was still stroking
herself, but more slowly now, I wondered if she had already reached an
orgasm. After a few seconds Jeff told me to go ahead, spreading his
legs more to give him better support. Placing my hands on his
shoulders and still looking up at his teenage daughter I began slowly
thrusting into him. His ass felt like home to my dick and we quickly
fell into a rhythm, with both of us seeking maximum penetration with
each thrust. Cathy's arm quickly fell into the same tempo.

Realizing she was playing with herself and stroking at the same rhythm
I was using to fuck her father made me even more excited. As much as I
wanted to make this scene last forever the whole situation was just
too much of a turn on. When Jeff started talking dirty to me between
his grunts, urging me to fuck him harder, I knew I was perilously
close. My hips started slamming into his butt with increasing
frequency and force. I felt my balls tighten up to my body and knew ia
was on the brink. When I saw Cathy's form lean forward and steady
herself against he window with the hand she wasn't using to play
with her clit I erupted insie him. Taken with the force of my orgasm I
collapsed on Jeff's back, pinning him half in and half out of the
tub.

I sighed as I felt my dick soften and slowly pull out of him. He also
sighed with contentment. I turned my head and looked up at Cathy's
window. I saw her form clearly kiss her hand and place her palm
against the window in silent testimony to the act we just shared. I
smiled and gave her a small wave. Turning my attention back to Jeff I
leaned forward and nibbled his ear.

"We still have plans for tomorrow night, lover?", I asked, knowing
we did.

His only answer was another contended sigh.