Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2010 13:29:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill Thomas <lovesolder1956@yahoo.com>
Subject: Computer consultant fixes more than computers

First let me introduce myself.  I'm a 50 year old married male that works as a
computer consultant and get's called out to work on computers in residences.  My
work takes me all over the city and I get to meet a large variety of people.

Recently I was called out to a home of a retired elderly couple in their 70s.
It seems that their computer had a virus and they were not able to access
anything at all.  It was a rainy day and my mind wandered as I crossed the city
about my problems at home.  My wife had ceased to be interested in sex and it
had caused tension in our marriage.  Not a lot, because in every other way we
had a great relationship.  She was a very devoted wife and I would never really
consider running around on her because of the fear that I might lose her.  I
just wished there were some way to be able to discreetly relieve my sexual
tension.


I had always been a very sexual person.  I remember masturbating at a very young
age.  My father kept porn under his mattress and I would sneak in there and read
it and masturbate constantly. When I became older my desire for sexual contact
increased considerably.  Anyway, now the only release I got was looking at
internet porn and masturbating.

Recently I had even thought about trying to find other men in the same situation
as me, to see if we could help each other in our dilemma.   For the most part I
had always been straight, but had fantasized about trying it with another male,
though I was not turned on by the male physique.   No, for me it would just be a
way of getting some intimate contact for which I so badly longed for.

I arrived at the two-story home in a fairly well-to-do quiet neighborhood and
rang the doorbell.  I was greeted by an older man of about 70 with white hair
and a big smile.  He introduced himself as Jim and invited me into his home.
Once inside I found myself in a nice home,  where every wall was decorated with
pictures.  Some were of his family and some of his time in the service.  He
explained that he was a bomber pilot in the war and had flown sorties over
Japan.

His skin was fairly wrinkled but he was in pretty good shape for a man his age.
His wife was not home.  It turned out that the computer experiencing the
problems was his own personal computer located in his study.  He led me through
the house, stopping briefly to talk about keepsakes adorning his walls and
shelves.  He had led a very interesting life and loved recalling the twists and
turns.  I loved hearing stories of times gone by.

Finally we arrived at his study which was a medium size room on the top floor.
He explained that the top floor was an addition to the house.  They had
remodeled their large attic and created a couple of rooms for their kids as
their family expanded.  One of the rooms had been converted to a study when the
kids left home.  The other room was still an operational bedroom with a complete
bath.  It was a great place for him to get away and work on the many projects
that kept him busy.  The walls were adorned and shelves were adorned with
mementos of his war days, plus memorabilia from the days when he ran a
successful business.

Finally our attention turned to his ailing computer.  A special type of Trojan
known as malware had attacked it and blocked any attempt to do anything.  It was
demanding that he purchase software to remove it.  I had seen this type of thing
before.  An unsuspecting user might be tempted to purchase the software, but
once the credit card information was entered, the user's money would be promptly
siphoned out of their account.  This type of software preyed on inexperienced
users and this was no exception.  Luckily he was intelligent enough to call me
before giving out personal information.


The first thing I did was reset his computer back to a period of time before the
Trojan had infected it.  I then installed virus protection on it and ran a
thorough scan to find and remove any unseemly pests that were infecting it.  I
explained that it would take a few hours for the scans to run.  I also explained
that I had another project to work on and would leave while the scans were
running.  I told him to call me when they completed and I would return.

We talked a little as he led me out to my car.  I found him to be very charming
and easy to be around.  I could tell that we both really enjoyed each other's
company very much.  As I drove away I thought about how nice it would be to have
a good friendship.  I seldom had time for developing relationships and sorely
needed just a good ole "buddy" so to speak.

Later that afternoon Jim called and said the computer was finished.  I wrapped
up some stuff I was doing and made my way through the still wet streets of the
city to his home.  I arrived at his place and he led me to his office.  I
noticed that his wife still was nowhere to be found.  I figured they probably
didn't see much of each other.  He had his area of the house and she had hers.
They probably came together for dinners or maybe television and then retired to
their own quarters.  It looked as if the bedroom upstairs might be used, so he
probably was sleeping there.

As promised, the computer was finished running its scan and was waiting for a
human to instruct it on the next step.  The software had found several pieces of
malware and I told it to remove them all.  I next went about checking it for
other problems with the memory etc.


When I checked his browsing history, I noticed that he enjoyed looking at porn.
I mentioned that I did too and we talked about it.  He was interested in finding
a way to remove the history so his grandkids didn't see it. I showed him how to
remove the history and we talked more about it.  It was funny but I found myself
telling him about my history of porn and even about the sexual problems I was
having with my wife.   It seemed just natural to discuss such things with him,
because of the nature of our relationship.  He explained that his wife also was
not interested in sex and porn was his method of scratching his itch so to
speak.  We both laughed as I continued to work on his computer.

When I complete a job I always turn the computer over to the user to inspect it
and to see if there is anything else they need.  This case was no different and
he began going through his files to make sure everything was still there.  To
his great relief, nothing had been lost and then turned his attention to
browsing some of his favorite websites which included his porn sites.

I noticed that his taste were completely heterosexual in nature.  He was a
breast man.   You could tell he delighted in looking at big breasts.  I showed
him a few sites that I liked to frequent which he enjoyed looking at as well.
He became quiet as we looked at a few and I figured as soon as I left he would
probably masturbate.  It began to dawn on me that he might be the discreet
encounter I was looking for.  We were both in sexless marriages.  We both loved
masturbating to porn.  We seemed to get along well and I had no reason to
believe he would give away "our" secret.  The only problem was who would make
the first move.  I certainly didn't want to make a move.  I didn't see any gay
porn and if he was turned-off by the idea, he might end up calling the police,
so I put the idea to rest.  If he made a move I would be there, but if not, I
would not.

We surfed many sites and I got the distinct impression that he was waiting on me
to make a move.  He began browsing to more explicit sites and would comment on
them extensively.  It all seemed like to much to just be a casual conversation.
He had a pair of shorts on and I noticed his right hand was resting on his leg
below his crotch.  After a while I noticed that his fingers were ever-so-slowly
moving in a back and forth manner.  I smiled.  He was definitely getting aroused
and would probably masturbate when I left.

I also was getting very aroused and increasingly wanted to test the waters.  I
was already leaning over his shoulder so we could share what he was viewing.  I
moved my arm up and rested it on the arm of his chair, not in a overtly sexual
manner, but just to make a slight more intimate move in case we were both
thinking about the same thing.  When I did he shifted in his chair so that his
hand and crotch were a little closer to my hand.

Wow!  My head was starting to spin.  I was so close to realizing a fantasy, but
could I be confident.  I sat there for a few minutes to let the sexual tension
calm down.  Then at what I considered the right time, I made my move.  I moved
my hand up to scratch my head, but when I put it back down, I laid it on his
hand.


This was the moment of truth.  I know I must have been holding my breath but to
my surprise he didn't move.  He simply continued viewing the porn.  After a
minute or two he did however move his hand a little to give me better access to
his crotch.


I sat there a few minutes and pondered as to what my next move would be.  It
seemed obvious that he was enticing me to make a move, but I was still reluctant
to take a chance.  Finally I moved my hand to point at the screen and when I
returned it, I put it over his crotch with my fingers lightly brushing his bulge
which appeared to be getting bigger.  For several painful minutes he didn't do
anything, and then very gently he moved his crotch up to meet my fingers.  I
responded by very gently brushing my fingers up and down the length of his
crotch.  The more I stroked his crotch, the harder he got but he didn't look at
me at all.

I continued to stroke him however and thought about what all this could mean.  I
was certainly not gay, but was curiously enjoying the feeling of pleasing this
man.  He didn't appear to be gay either, but did seem to be enjoying our
situation as much as me.  Could it be that neither one of us wanted to tagged as
gay and that both of us were just wanting the other to lead them to a special
place.  A place where we could get that intimate contact we both so dearly
craved.  A place where our mutual sexual needs could be met.  A place of safety
and sexual bliss.

By this time he was moving against my hand but still not looking at me.  I ever
so gently reached under the leg of his shorts and let my hand moved up a short
distance.  I was surprised to find that he was not wearing underwear.  I moved
up a little closer to where I felt we both wanted me to be which was his
engorged cock and gently touched it with my fingers.  Not only did he not move
but I discovered that he must have been holding his breath in anticipation
because when I touched his bare cock he let out a little breath followed by a
almost inaudible moan.

I knew then that he and I were both fixing to enter a new realm.  We would both
be entering the new world of bisexuality.  Well at least it was new for me.  I
really wasn't for sure about him.  Strangely enough, neither of us seemed to be
turned off by it at all.  Both of our breathing seemed to be a little labored.
It was obvious that both of us were extremely aroused.  My cock was rock hard as
was his.


I began to explore his cock with my hands.  The first thing I noticed is that it
was very warm to the touch with veins that protruded along it length.  It seemed
to be about average length and girth, but unlike mine, his was uncircumcised
which was strangely appealing to me because I had never felt one before.  I
moved my hand up to explore the covered head more and moved the sheath back and
dipped my finger to the tip of the head.  He was extremely wet.  Apparently he
had been oozing pre-cum for some time now and it was dripping down the underside
of his rock hard cock and onto his leg.

I wrapped my hand around him and began to move back and forth is a slow, gentle
fashion taking care to stroke the underside a little harder.  I found that I
enjoyed moving his foreskin back and forth over the head.  My hand and his cock
were by now covered in precum and he was beginning to fuck my hand but still had
not looked at me or even acknowledged anything that was going on verbally.  But
what he wasn't saying with his mouth, he was definitely saying with his actions.

By this time I had thrown off all caution to the wind.  I reached around and
unzipped his shorts and opened them up so I could have better access.  I then
reached in and grabbed my new best friend and began to lovingly work my hand up
and down his cock.  He responded with a fucking motion and we both began to get
lost in our little experiment.


I have to admit that I was enjoying the feeling of pleasing another human being
sexually.  I knew by the hardness and heat of his manhood that he was extremely
aroused and that curiously enough was giving me a great amount of pleasure.  My
own cock was rock hard and I too was leaking pre-cum to the point that I could
feel puddles of it on my leg.  In my wildest dreams, I never thought I would
enjoy being with another man so enjoyable, but it was incredibly erotic.

It was then that I noticed that we were taking on roles.  Although I've always
been a male and the dominant one in a sexual relationship, I was not becoming
more of the passive one.  It was me that was masturbating him.  I was pleasing
him.  Instead of being in a situation where I was mainly concerned with fucking
someone, I was now in a position where I was preparing someone to fuck me.  My
body was the one that would be used for the mutual pleasure of my new
relationship.


As I pondered all of this, he startled me when he suddenly stood up and let his
shorts fall to the floor.  He then turned around stood with his erect manhood
inches from my mouth.  I looked up at him and he looked down at me and smiled as
if to say,  "go ahead, it's ok", but he only said it with his eyes.  We both
knew what we wanted.  He was highly aroused and so was I.  He had weeks of pent
up sexual  frustration.  He needed someone to relieve him.  I also had sexual
frustration, but I needed to know that I could be of service to him.  I needed
to feel his power as he used me for his pleasure.  I needed to be his bitch.  I
wanted to taste his hot seed in my mouth.  I wanted to go to a place of intimacy
with him where we both had clear-cut roles.  I wanted to worship his cock.  He
wanted to feed me his manly seed.  For a brief period of time, I would serve him
in the way that his wife no long did.  I would be his woman.

Without hesitation, I kissed the covered head of his cock and let my tongue slip
into the hole as I pulled the foreskin down to unveil the prize.  My lips
instinctively closed around the head and my tongue swirled to lap up the first
fruits of my labor.  His pre-cum tasted a little salty but good.  I was not at
all turned off by it.  His hand touched the back of my head and pulled me more
onto his hungry member.  The head slipped past my lips as I experienced the
feeling of being fucked in the mouth for the first time.  I found myself
savoring the tastes and smells of his cock.

He continued to shove his dick into my mouth until it came to a place where my
gag reflexes took over.  I knew that I had reached my limit which was a little
over half of his erect pulsing dick in my mouth.  For the time being that would
have to be enough.  It seemed to be enough for him as he pulled back so that the
covered head was resting on my tongue.   I pulled his foreskin back so as to
keep his most sensitive an personal area fully exposed to my loving and tongue
and swirled around  it a second or two and then rested the tip of my tongue in
the slit.  He responded by pushing back into my mouth so as to force my tongue
into him.  He was clearly enjoying this.

My hand grasped his cock and milked him to extract more of his juices onto my
waiting tongue.  This was becoming a labor of love.  I found myself more and
more becoming entranced by his manly cock.  The feeling of a virile man, rich in
the experience of this world, fucking my mouth was indescribable.  To think that
the same cock that pleasured his new wife on their honeymoon 50 years ago.  The
same cock that brought his children into the world was now being entrusted to
me.  It was a relationship of mutual respect and friendship, but it was a
powerful intimate relationship that we were building.    This was far more than
a friendship.  This was a relationship and I was enjoying my new role as the
servicer of his cock.

We soon developed a rhythm together.  As he moved into my mouth I explored the
underside of his cock with my tongue.  As he pulled out I clamped my lips around
him and gave a slight sucking so as to give him the most pleasure.  Then the
head was at my lips, I used them along with my tongue to intimately make love to
his head and slit.


His pee slit seemed to mesmerize me.  I simply could not get enough of it.  It's
as if I was frantically waiting for something to emerge.  Everything that did
come out was immediately lapped up by my willing tongue as if to encourage it to
give me more.  Like a hungry child nursing on its mother's breasts I was nursing
on his cock.  The reward would be the feeling of his life-giving seed filling my
mouth.  I was slowly becoming his cock slave.  My job was to service and worship
his cock.  His job was to feed me.

Because I couldn't take him all the way, I used my hand to masturbate the
remainder of his cock which was by now slick with the combination of his juices
and my saliva.  By now both his hands were behind my head and his pelvis was
thrusting in a fucking motion.  In retrospect, it kind of reminded me of how a
male dog thrusts into the air as he strives to mount his bitch.  But at that
moment I didn't care.  His actions just caused me to strive more to please him.
His manly thrusts only reminded me that he was driven to fuck his bitch.  His
only concern now was to impregnate something.  He needed someone to take his
seed.  I was more than willing to fill that role for him.

Suddenly his movements became jerkier and his hands pulled harder against my
head.  It was only then that the first words escaped his lips.  "Oh yeah baby,
that feels so fucking good!"   "Keep going.  I'm fixing to let you have it."  "I
need you to suck it out of me!"  By now his cock had become really engorged and
he no longer cared whether I was comfortable or not.  His instinct for human
reproduction took over and he simply needed to fuck my mouth.  I had to keep my
hand in place so that he didn't ram his cock down my throat.   Every time he
pushed, the head seemed to go a little farther until my gag reflex seemed to
ease up.  The farther he went, the farther he wanted to go.

His hands became more frantic and his fucking action became more intense.  I
could tell that he was close to giving me what we both desperately wanted.
Suddenly he pushed forward and his cock slipped into my throat.  The feeling of
having his entire cock in my throat sent him over the edge.  I could feel his
cock jerking violently as he let out a muffled moan and his virile seed shot
straight down my throat.  I pulled back so as not to choke as his cock continued
to spasm and release semen into my mouth.  Not wanting to make a mess, I
swallowed everything he gave me as his body started to relax his once hard cock
now began to deflate.

His hand continued to caress the back of my head as I slowly licked him clean.
I took care not to suck him too hard knowing that he would be getting somewhat
sensitive.  At that point I looked up to find him smiling down at me with a look
of satisfaction.  Somehow we had accomplished what we set out to do.  His primal
instincts had been met.  He found his bitch and unloaded his seed.  His
bloodline would go on.

I had found the love and affection I needed.  I had found the intimacy of
pleasing another man to the point that they lay down all restraint and give you
that most intimate part of themselves.  I knew from that point on, I would long
for his affection.  Where this would all eventually lead was unknown.  One thing
was certain.  Our lives had changed and neither of us was unhappy about it.

To be continued.   If you enjoyed this let me know it.  I enjoy hearing from
you.  Contact me at lovesolder1956@yahoo.com