We’re sitting in the basement family room, drinking beer and wine. Without enough chairs for everyone to be seated, some people are sitting on the floor or wherever they are comfortable. One guy is sitting on the stairs and his wife is beside him on a bar stool. His name is Tom and I think he’s a really cute guy, about my age, clean shaven, wearing glasses and tan slacks with a NY Yankee t-shirt.
His legs are spread but I cannot see his crotch from where I’m sitting. My wife and I are on one of the sofas and I lean over to whisper some nonsense in her ear so that I can get a look between his legs. Boy, I’m impressed! He has a very nice bulge, very nice indeed.
I look up and, uh-uh, he’s caught me staring at his crotch. Then he grins and winks at me. I look around but, thankfully, I do not think anybody noticed.
About half-an-hour later, my wife asks me to go upstairs and fetch her a glass of water. Being the kind, considerate, well-trained husband that I am, off I go to get the water. On the way upstairs, I have to pass Tom and I purposefully brush against one of his legs.
After opening and looking through a few cupboards, I find a glass and carry it to the sink. As I turn on the faucet and let the water run cold, Tom arrives. He stands beside me and puts a hand on my butt. He brazenly squeezes my left cheek and says, “I saw you admiring my package.”
I look around. Again, luckily, no one else is there. “Careful, somebody might see.”
“It’s okay,” he says in a hushed tone, smiling at me but taking his hand off my butt. “I don’t think anybody even noticed me coming up here.” I smile back at him and hold the glass under the faucet as he quickly adds, “I’m not working on Wednesday. Would you like to grab a coffee at the West Starbucks?”
I turn off the water, the glass almost full, and take a breath, thinking about Wednesday. What am I doing that day? Anything? Nothing comes to mind, so I say, “Sure, why not? Is two o’clock good for you?”
“You bet. See you there.”
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Our meeting at Starbucks goes really well, and Tom tells me quite a lot of personal stuff. It seems that we have things in common, including the fact that our wives are no longer interested in fucking. He says that he often gets horny and jerks off whenever the spirit moves him.
“Same here,” I say.
Tom stares into my face, as if trying to read my thoughts. “I can be very discrete, you know,” he says, his voice almost a whisper. “Trust me, whatever we say or do is our secret.”
I nod and offer a small smile. “Discretion is vital,” I say and then ask how many times he’s had meetings like this one.
Tom shakes his head slowly. “Never.” He inhales deeply and admits, “I’ve never had a jerk-off buddy.”
“No guy ever sucked your cock?” I ask.
Again, he shakes his head. “No, nothing like that at all. And I can’t remember when my wife last gave me a blowjob… if she ever did,” he adds with a chuckle and shrug of his broad shoulders.
“Would you let me be the first guy to suck you off?”
Despite having initiated our meeting, Tom seems somewhat startled at my sudden, blunt offer. He gulps, and nervously mashes his lips together. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting that!”
“It would be our little secret,” I say, taking charge and patting his thigh with my right hand.
“Oh my,” he exclaims, a grin breaking across his face. “You know, all this talk about sucking cock has me got me aroused.” He puts a hand on his crotch.
“I don’t think this is the place for that.” We laugh and then I ask, “Is your wife at home?”
“No, she’s at work. But, I”m sorry, I don’t think the house is really suitable or safe for this sort of thing. People do come and go. What about my garage?”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with is good enough for me,” I tell him and he looks pleased. “Shall we go? You don’t want another coffee do you?”
Tom laughs. “Follow me,” he says and we head for the parking lot.
At his house, he drives up close to the garage doors, I park on the street and we enter by a side door. Locking the door, Tom says that if anyone sees me visiting, our cover story is that I’ve come to view the train set he’s building in the garage.
As it turns out, the train set under construction looks good. But I only have time for a glance at it because Tom is obviously in a hurry for action. He leans against a workbench and unbuttons his slacks, pulls down the zipper and drops them to the concrete floor. “Get at it, Bob. My cock needs attention.”
I drop to my knees and marvel at the sight before me. He is well-endowed, uncircumcised, and partially erect. His foreskin is thick and fleshy. I put my left hand under his nuts and grasp his foreskin with the fingers of my right hand. I play with the protruding flesh and nibble and pull on it with my lips. I lick up and down his shaft.
Slowly, I retract his foreskin. I lick his slit, all around the head of his cock and underneath and on top of his glans. His nectar tastes delicious.
I continue to fondle his nuts as I jerk away on his shaft, admiring the sight of his foreskin sliding back and forth over his engorged head. My mouth engulfs his dick. I try to get as much into my mouth as possible. He must like it because he is now breathing hard and moaning as I bob up and down on his cock, sucking, sucking and sucking.
I pause for a moment, looking at his pulsating erection undulating in front of my face. I lick more pre-cum from his slit and again lick around his exposed helmet until he is gasping and his hips are thrusting.
I take his cock deep and deeper. I suck it while slowly stroking up and down his thick, firm shaft. He’s getting close, so I quicken the pace, caressing and fondling his hot, sweaty balls.
With a huge grunt and thrust of his hips, he squirts hot jizz into my mouth, down my throat. He pumps several times, his legs trembling, and I take all his juice, swallowing as fast as I can. I suck and lick his cock until it goes soft and plops out of my mouth still glistening with his cum and my spittle.
His breathing gradually reverts to normal and he pulls up his pants and fastens them.
“I am unsure of the protocol here, Bob. Should I suck you off, too?”
“Do you want to?”
“Oh boy.” Tom wipes the back of a hand across his mouth and then runs fingers through his short-cropped hair. “Actually, to be honest, Bob, I’ve never done that.”
“Well, if you were ever curious about it,” I say, grinning, “now is your chance.”
To be truthful, since I’d jerked off around midnight, it was doubtful whether I would get hard anyway. However, if he was willing, I would not refuse a blowjob.
Tom continues brushing fingers through his hair, looking down at his feet. When he eventually looks up, he smiles sheepishly. “Maybe another time. I will think about it.”
“That’s fine by me.” I give him a light pat on the shoulder before walking towards the door. “If you would like to grab a coffee sometime,” I say, turning before I leave, “just give me a call.”
Sadly, so far, he never has called.
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Sincere thanks to JWren for all the editing assistance.
