Left to my own Devices
By
LaloGS
By
LaloGS
Heres another one I just finished today. Enjoy
The third day after my wife left to take care of her ailing parents, I was horny as hell. I hadn’t thought much about it until I got up that Saturday morning with a raging hard on, and nowhere to put it for relief. I thought about jacking off, but the thought was interrupted by the realization that I might find something better to do with it if I just had a little patience.
I’m 34, 6’ 1”, blue eyes, well maintained body from the gym membership I’d kept up for several years. While I don’t consider myself gay at all, I’ve been hit on enough times at the gym by guys with suggestions; I have to admit it has crossed my mind a time or two. There’s one guy in particular that has asked me more than once if we could hook up, and we’d actually exchanged e-mail addresses in one of my weaker moments.
There had been a few e-mails back and forth, but they had gradually trailed off to nada when I hadn’t been ready to pursue his suggestions of getting me in bed sitting on his pole. I went to my computer, and fired it up. My mind was in some turmoil over what I was about to do, but after wiping the thin film of sweat off my forehead, I pulled up the mail icon, and called up an e-mail page. I typed his name, and watched the address book fill in the rest.
I sat there looking at the blank message box, for the longest time, wondering how to say what I was thinking, or rather what I was imagining. Finally, I started to type, I felt like I was in a dream, my ears were buzzing and felt hot, and my cock, had gone stiff again.
Hey John, remember me? I’ve got some time alone for the next few days, and wondered if the time was ripe to hook up. I think I’m ready.
Do you want to come over tonight, for a steak on the grill, a few beers, and see what happens? E-mail me, or call 555-1324
Best,
Frank
It took me a long minute after I’d written the mail, to hit the send button. Once it was gone, I felt my heart beating in my chest a mile a minute. There was no turning back now. My dick was still hard, and I sat there squeezing it like a sausage. I had to stop when it began to feel like I might cum.
I decided to get out of the house, and get some food shopping done just in case. After a shower, and an English muffin and a cup of instant, I hit the road. At the Kroger, I bought a couple of nice slabs of meat, two Idahos, and a container of sour cream. I thought about salad, but finally passed, paid, and headed home.
After putting the food in the fridge, I hurried to the computer room and checked my mail.
Hey Frank! Sounds fantastic! Do I have to wait till dinner?
John
The sweat on my forehead was back. I hit the reply button.
I’m home now. You want to come over?
Frank
I sat there waiting, and after a moment, the mail dinged I had a new one.
You bet. Give me the address.
J.
I typed it into the reply and hit send without hesitating, then sat there wiping my forehead once again. My dick was near bursting with anticipation. John was a hunk of a guy, tall as me, with dark wavy hair, and deep blue eyes. He was well developed, and from what I remember seeing in the showers at the gym, he was packing a hefty dick himself, and a pair of heavy hanging balls. He’d once told me in conversation that he’d been married once, but that he’d realized he had a thing for dick his wife couldn’t provide with a dildo She had tolerated his penchant for cock for some time, but finally filed for divorce claiming infidelity. He’d been doing men exclusively ever since she’d taken everything and left.
His experience with men was a little scary to me, but I was becoming more and more determined to see this through. My first time with a man should probably be with a guy who knew what he was doing. If I was going to get fucked, I hoped the fucker would know what he was doing with his dick up my ass.
I finally shut the computer down, and went out into the garage to so some work servicing my car. I opened the garage door, and then popped the hood. I was checking all my fluid levels, when John pulled into my driveway. He didn’t hesitate to pull into the empty slot my wife’s car usually occupied. After he’d killed his engine on his Ford, and stepped out of the car, he held up a paper shopping bag with a grin on his face.
“Supplies,” he said. “I figured you might not be prepared.” He stepped around to where I was standing grinning stupidly at him, and gave me a hug. “I’m looking forward to this Frank. I’ve had a hard on for you since we first met at the gym. You’re just my type of guy.”
I hit the garage door button, and the door slowly closed gradually making the stuffy room dark. Once it was low enough to block the view from outside, he pulled me to him, and kissed my mouth, giving me tongue and all. My dick shot to attention, and soon enough, he had it in his hand squeezing it like I had been earlier.
“Sssstop it,” I broke the kiss, and hissed. “You’ll make me cum in my shorts.” He let go of my cock, and then let go of me.
“Let’s go inside so I can get a mouthful of cum out of it and you won’t be so sensitive for the rest of what I have planned.” I led him into the house through the kitchen, and on into the den. We’ve got a big screen TV there, and a very comfortable leather couch.
“Great, I brought some hot porn to watch for later after I’ve rung you out once or twice. Nothing like watching guys doing their thing with each other to get it up again.” He turned to me and we kissed again. His tongue was longer than mine, and he made it do things I’d never experienced before with my wife. He had my cock dripping precum in no time at all. He broke the kiss finally, and stepped back and dropped to his knees in front of me. He dragged my shorts over my hips, and my dick flopped against his face.
Like a hungry man on a hotdog, he swallowed me to the pubes, and I groaned with the sensation of his hot mouth engulfing my member. I shivered, and my mind raced. He was sucking up and down my shaft like nothing I’d ever known before. My only other experience with a blow job had been a half hearted attempt my wife had given me once before she gagged on me and stopped.
John was something else. I had no idea it could feel as great as it did. But all too soon, I was unloading almost involuntarily into his throat. My dick had been on a hair trigger, and when it shot, it blew off several volleys before he stopped sucking hard, and then started slowly sucking and licking the cum residue off the shrinking skin. I just stood there trembling with the sensations his mouth had given me. I realized I was going to really have a good time before the day was over.
John stood up and started pulling my t-shirt off over my head. I kicked my sneakers off, and stepped out of my shorts, and then was totally naked in front of him. He leaned into my chest, and sucked hard on my left nipple. I reached over his back and started pulling his t-shirt out of his jeans, and once it was free, I pulled it up over his head. He lifted his arms and I dropped the moist shirt on the pile of clothes on the floor.
I leaned over and sucked on his left nipple, while he opened his button fly, and pushed his jeans to his ankles. He kicked off his loafers, and used his hands to hold my mouth over his tit, while he stepped out of his pants. John was hairy compared to me, his dark curly chest hair, tickled my nose, and I had to stop what I was doing to sneeze. He let me go, and I straightened up and turned my head and sneezed a couple of times.
When I turned back to him, I realized I was standing in my den, with a sexy man, and we were both stark naked and sporting hard wood. I reached for John’s cock, and he reached for mine. We stood there, and kissed again, never letting go of each other’s hard flesh rods. After a bit, we sat down on the couch, and just started playing with each other’s bodies.
Once we had felt nearly everything possible, I asked him if he’d teach me to suck his cock like he’d just done mine. He didn’t say anything at first, but put his hand on the back of my neck, and pulled me down onto himself.
“Take it slow at first, ‘till you get used to it. Have you ever sucked a guy before?” I shook my head no, feeling his cock head moving around in my mouth. “Well, just play with it and get the feel of what you’re doing to it. Except for teeth, it all feels good to me.”
I think I nursed on his hardness for a good half hour, never too strong, and using a lot of tongue on him before he put a hand on my head, and I felt him tighten up and push down on my head at the same time. Suddenly, his cock was throbbing in my mouth, and I felt a stream of cum hit the back of my throat. The sensation of his cum hitting my throat made me gag a bit, but I wanted his sperm, to feel it shoot into me, and to taste it, and to swallow it, like he’d done with mine. He moaned, and humped my head, and shot another slash of cum into me. He repeated the process for eight shots of what tasted like some kind of exotic nectar to me. I swallowed the whole lot, and finally after he started to go soft, I let his cock slide out of my face, licking all the leftovers I could find.
“Man for a beginner, you give great head! Most guys I’ve had suck me off, just want to get it over with as quick as possible. Then they spit it out. I mean, what’s the point of going through all that work, just to spit out the results. Go figure. How did you like it for a first timer?”
“I think I’m addicted already. I never felt anything like that before. I mean it was fun just nursing on you like that, but when that big tool started pulsing in my mouth and that first stream of cum hit my throat and taste buds, I knew I was hooked forever.”
“Well, there’s a lot more where that came from, anytime you feel you want to suck it out, just give a shout. I love to suck dick myself, but I also like to fuck. It’s gonna take me a while to recover from that magnificent blow job, but if you want to, we can suit you up since you’re hard again, and you can fuck me while I recover. A good fucking works wonders on my recovery ability. What say?”
“Let’s do it.” He grinned, and reached for his sack of goodies. He stripped out a condom, and used his mouth to roll it down my shaft, and then handed me a tube of lube. He leaned over the seat of the couch, and reached behind himself an pulled his cheeks apart. I looked at his winking pucker for a moment, and then squeezed a dollop of lube over it.
“Work it in with you fingers. One at first, then when I tell you add another one.” I followed his instructions, finally getting three fingers into him, feeling his soft silky inner sanctum. When he had relaxed, I could feel the difference in the tension of his sphincter muscles, and knew I was about to accomplish another first. “OK Frank, I’m ready for that big dick of yours. Take it slow, and make it last like you did the blow job. I like long fucks that go on forever. You ought to be able to last a while since you’ve been drained once this morning.
I placed the head of my cock at his hole, and pushed it into his hot opening. I noticed I was sweating again, and wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. I was slightly bent over his butt, and slightly above him. I put both my hands on his furry shoulders, and pushed my cock deeper into his hole, and felt him constrict my meat with his sphincter. This wasn’t like any pussy I’d ever had the pleasure of. This was hotter by a mile, at least. I slowly began to stroke in and out of him letting my dick feel every tiny quiver and squeeze his ass was giving it as it moved in him. This was great.
After several minutes of the slow stroking, he grunted that I could speed up if I wanted, so I did. Before I knew what was happening, I was pounding his hole with every muscle in my body, and he was shouting for me to fuck his ass harder. Eventually, I couldn’t go any harder or faster, and I was beginning to feel my nuts tighten up to my body.
“I’m gonna shoot John.” The sound came out of me in a series of grunts, and he was suddenly tightening his muscles down hard on my shaft, and I was filling the rubber with hot sticky squirts of cum, and moaning like a virgin getting it good for the first time. Which I was in this instance.
When I finished, and my soft dick was pushed out of him by his working muscles, he rolled over onto his back, his butt on the carpeted floor, and reached over and pulled the used condom off my soft dick. “Waste not, want not,” he said, and tipped the rubber up over his mouth and drained the contents down his throat. “Umm. That’s tasty shit.”
We sat there for a long time, just feeling and rubbing each other, until finally he suggested we watch some porn. He fished in his sack, and pulled out three DVDs and handed them to me. “You seen any of these before?”
“Hell no. My wife wouldn’t have this stuff in the house. Besides, this all looks gay.”
“It is. I wouldn’t have any other kind since my divorce. Hetero porn is boring compared to what these guys get into. Pick one, and lets watch it. You got any beer?”
“Here,” I handed him a DVD and the control for the TV and said. “I’ll get us some beers while you start it.” I headed back to the kitchen.
We sat there on the couch for an hour drinking three beers apiece, and watching some very hot porn of guys doing things that made my head swim with lust. I realized I wanted to do it all. I only hoped John was up for it even if it took the entire weekend.
After we finished the last of our beers, and the second DVD was coming to an end, with an incredible cum shot of the two guys who had been starring in it started shooting ropes of cum that were not to be believed. I thought it might have been faked, but John said he didn’t think it was, that the two guys had just has some great sex, and showed it with the volume of their cum output. My head was swimming as I said.
John was standing tall again, and soon enough had himself suited up with a condom. He squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers, and asked if I was ready to do the deed. I climbed over him and spread my legs as he leaned back on the couch. I felt a cool touch as the lube and his fingers began to slick up my hole. After a moment, he pushed one finger into me and worked it around. A Second one joined the first and then the third finger worked my hole to loosen me up. I could feel my sphincter relaxing, and soon enough I wanted him inside me with his big cock.
When he placed his big flair of a cock head at my hole entrance I shivered with anticipation. When he nudged the opening, I felt a stab of pain, and raised myself up slightly. “Relax Frank. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want.” I repositioned my legs until I assumed the pose of a frog over his tall spear of cock meat, and grunted when his head touched my opening again. I tried to relax, and it felt like I might be going to take a dump in his lap.
“That’s it man. I felt him maneuver his slick rubber covered dick head around my opening, and then push it into me slightly. This time I felt no pain at all, and it seemed like my hole was opening up to admit him. “Oh yeah Frank. Yeah babe.” The head penetrated my open hole, and I relaxed my legs, and sank down on his shaft. I felt a twinge of pain, but I also felt the hair on my neck stand up and a wave of goose bumps wash over my body. I was gonna get fucked for the first time. I felt out of control.
John let me sit still on him for a moment, and then he hugged me tight against his chest, and we rolled over with me on my back, my legs tight around his waist, and him on top of me with his big shaft buried to the balls in me. Oh god, I thought, this is incredible.
“How’s that feel buddy?”
“Man, I’ve never imagined anything like it before.” We paused there like that for a bit, and then he lifted off my torso, and lifted my legs up and hooked them over his shoulders. At the same time, he pulled his dick out of me about half way, and left it there.
“You ready to ride? He grinned from ear to ear down at my sweating face.
“Go for it big guy.” He grunted, and drove himself deep into my gut with one stroke. I felt the air rush out of my lungs, and then I was clawing at his back as he started fucking me hard and deep. After several minutes of that, he pulled out of me and with a quick movement, flipped me over and repositioned me so my knees were on the carpet, and my ass was hanging over the edge of the couch, with my upper body resting on the leather.
He didn’t warn me or anything, but just pushed back into what I was sure was my gaping asshole. Once in, he gripped my hips, and started sawing at my ass like we were both old hands. He was muttering things about tightness, and virgin, and he fucked me for twenty minutes or so, before he pulled his big dick out of me and ripped the condom off, and blew his load all over my back and ass.
After he calmed his breathing a bit, he leaned down and started licking his cum off my skin. His tongue sent shivers through me, and once he had finished, I pushed myself up off the couch, and discovered that sometime during the fuck, I’d cum a lot all over the couch and myself. He pushed me down onto my back, and went to work on the cum on my belly and chest, and then cleaned the leather on the couch, leaving a glistening trail of saliva where he sucked up the creamy pearls of jizz.
“Man that was one healthy fuck. How are you doin’?” He laid down on the carpet, his spend limp dick across his muscular thigh, dribbling the dregs of his climax onto his skin. I laid down with my head in his lap, and licked the slick off his skin. He took my limp cock into his mouth, and I did the same with his, and we laid there for a long time just slowly sucking each other’s unresponsive limpness.
Sometime later, I had to pee, so we repaired to the downstairs toilet, and shared the bowl as we both emptied our bladders of the beer we’d drunk earlier. The bathroom clock said it was a quarter after five, and I realized the day had gone by too quickly. We had started in the garage a little after eleven in the morning.
“You hungry?”
“I could eat a horse.” He hugged me from behind, and I put my arms up around his neck and we turned our faces into a long kiss.
“Put on some clothes, and I’ll fire up the grill for the steaks. Too late to roast the Idahos, but a few minutes in the microwave, and a few on the grill, ought to make them edible. We’ll need to get some strength back if you are staying the night.”
“Just the night? I was hoping for at least the weekend.”
“John, if you can fuck me like that more than once a night, I’ll think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Well, I’ve been known to do the right thing now and then with the right ass.”
“So how’s mine?”
“Best fuck I’ve had in ages. How was mine?”
“I thought I would never get the chance at such a fine ass as yours. I’d resigned myself to the sloppy cunt my wife offers once or twice a month. Your ass was a revelation. I don’t think I can go back to twat now.” John broke into a hearty laugh.
“Well partner, I got room at my apartment for two, and you’re welcome to take up the space. I’m not asking you to divorce the wife, just let me have a shot at your ass once in awhile.”
“Only if I can have yours too.”
“Of course.” I flipped the steaks, and went in to get the potatoes out of the microwave. He followed me along, and pulled two beers out of the fridge.
I put the potatoes on the grill, and went for plates and utensils. When I got back, John was poking the meat with the tongs, and turned to ask me how I liked my steak. “Red but not bloody.”
“Me too,” he said. We ate on the deck, shirtless, and smelling of sex. The neighbor in the next yard behind the six foot wooden fence, was mowing his grass. He couldn’t see the two of us pausing in our meal occasionally to feed each other a bit of tongue.
The End
