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Over the last few weeks Frank and I had become pretty good friends. We shared a beer or two on his back patio occasionally. He's handy mechanically and helped me out a few times - once when my bathroom flooded, and another time when my car battery died. He's not much of a talker, but a good listener, and puts up with my frequent complaints about my summer job with the town's Park & Rec Department. "Shit, man. Don't sweat it," he says. "Put in your time. Collect your check. It's less than a month before you are out of there and back in school." He rarely talks about himself and never about his divorce, except to refer to his ex-wife as "that pain in the ass". I met her only once, and that's when I discovered that Frank was gay.

Frank invited me over for a beer one evening after my swim in the condo pool. I was sitting in a chair sipping my beer wearing just my Speedo when she arrived unexpectantly. She surely was pissed, ranting and raving about stuff I didn't understand. Frank tried to calm her down, but she kept at him for a few minutes then finished and, while pointing at me, "Another young fag boyfriend, Frank? You fucking him too?" Then she left abruptly. There was a very long silence. Neither of us knew what to say. Finally, Frank said. "Hey, I'm sorry about that. Maybe we should call it a night."

I got back to my place with lots of conflicting thoughts in my mind. Did Frank know that I was gay? Was he just being friendly only to hit on me? We seemed to be just good neighbors and friends. I liked our relationship, almost like a father and son, and I didn't want to lose it. I had trouble sleeping, thinking about what I should do. Tell him about me being gay? No way! I may be sexually frustrated after Aaron dumped me, but I'm not into sex with an older man even if it is some one I liked as a friend. Maybe, especially because he was a friend. I finally feel asleep and awoke with a terrific hardon tenting my briefs. Yeah, Frank was still on my mind.
 
I didn't see Frank for three days when he knocked on my door and asked if I had a minute to talk. We sat at the kitchen table. He started off apologizing for the scene with his ex-wife and for not coming out to me earlier. He then poured out the whole sorry story of his confused sexual identity, getting ribbed at work about being in his thirties and no girlfriends, meeting Sarah and getting married two years ago. I was surprised by his candor and the details he shared of his sex life. It apparently was pretty satisfying at first, but then how he had to think about being with a guy in order to maintain an erection when having sex with her. He started going to gay bars and cruising the local park. He hated living a lie but couldn't stop. Then one afternoon his wife came home from work early unexpectedly and discovered him in their bed with a young guy. He moved out and they got a divorce a few months later.

Frank said that he didn't want to live a lie with anyone again. That he really enjoyed our friendship. That he never even thought about hitting on me. That he hoped I would understand. And that he would understand if we didn't continue the friendship. I was flabbergasted at his openness and anxious about what I should say. After a long pause, I told him that I was gay and now it was my turn to be candid. I told him all about me and Aaron. I told him that we were still neighbors and friends. We hugged briefly before he left.

OK, I know where you think this story is going. Yeah, you're right.... but no, we didn't hop into bed right away.
 
Thanks Todd, that's great .... take things slowly, well told!!!
More please
Harry
 
Frank and I resumed our relationship as friends and neighbors as if nothing was different. We did occasionally kid each other about gay stuff, but not once did he try to come on to me. He didn't talk about his sex life and I never saw him with other guys. I noticed that whenever we were together he never sat right next to me. I couldn't help wondering whether he found me attractive or not. I thought about him alot.

Frank is about 6 foot, 170 pounds. He works out regularly so is in good shape, but certainly not muscular. At the pool he wears a green Speedo and when he laughed at me for wearing baggy trunks I bought a Speedo too. I liked the way he looks in his tight gray Postal Service uniform because of how it hugs his ass and reveals his brief lines. Yeah, Frank was on my mind and I didn't know what to do about it.

One night he was over at my place watching a ball game on TV. We had a few beers and I made a point of sitting next to him on the sofa. Our legs were practically touching and my cock was straining in my jeans. I put my hand on his knee and, when he didn't move, I started to slowly massage the inside of his thigh. When I got to his crotch I felt his cock getting hard through his gym shorts. I leaned over and kissed him. Abruptly he pull me off of him, grabbed me by the shoulders, looked me in the eye and said quietly, "This is not right. I'm almost old enough to be your father". He moved away and we watched the last of the game in silence. As he was leaving he told me that he really liked me as a friend and that anything more must wait.

"Must wait!" What did he mean by that?
 
'Wait' for what?? Does Frank really think he's too old for a relationship? or is there something else ??
More please Todd.
Harry
 
I awoke the next morning with a major hardon stretching my briefs. My morning erections typically subside quickly but this time I didn't let it go. I gently rubbed my cock through my briefs for a few minutes and then rolled over and I slid a pillow under me. I thought about Frank massaging my back and butt as I slowly humped my pillow. It felt so fucking good, but I forced myself to pause periodically whenever I felt close. I wanted it to last, but when my thoughts turned to Frank slipping my underwear off, I couldn't stop. My balls contracted, my cock pulsated and I shot wad after wad of cum, soaking my briefs and through them to the pillow. I laid there till my breathing returned to normal, savoring what was the most intense jerk-off session I had ever experienced. It was awesome, and I soon drifted back to sleep.

When I woke up again about an hour later, I peeled off my now cum-stiff briefs and headed for the shower. I felt alive and happy, but strangely also somehow guilty about my thoughts of Frank. I wanted to seduce him. Yes, I did.... badly! But with the warm water running over my back I couldn't help recalling of my Catholic school days not so long ago when my guilt invariably yielded to pleasure as I masturbated every night with my brother sleeping in the bed next to me. Every time I did it I swore, "never again", but the next night I did it again and again. The hand towel I used so my mother wouldn't suspect what I was doing quickly became hardened with my cum.

I never felt guilty about being with Arron, either with him fucking me or me sucking his cock. So what was so different now with Frank? Was it the age difference, or his rejection of my initial overture, or was it our relationship as friends and neighbors. I didn't care. I had Frank on my mind all day and I wanted him.

That evening I went over to Frank's place. He had just returned from work and was still in his Postal Service clothes. After a beer, inconsequential small talk and some awkward moments, I asked frankly, "What's this shit about waiting, I want you!". My sudden burst of feelings even surprised me, and apparently Frank too. He took a step back, waited a minute and then opened his arms and said, "Come here." He gave me a great hug and as we embraced our lips met and my tongue sought out his as his hands massaged my back down to my butt just as I had dreamed. His fervor told me that I was not seducing him. Our desires were mutual.
 
This story is really good. I like what you've done in a short time. You becoming really good at this. Looking forward to reading more.
 
Desire, of my god, yes!. Pressed together, as our tongues exploring each other and him gently feeling my ass, how could I not want him. "Frank" I said, "I want you!" I reached to his crotch and unzipped his pants and felt his hard cock. I knelt down and shoved my face into him and began to lick him through his briefs. Frank suddenly pulled me up and said, "Keep it slow, baby. It's Friday and we have the whole weekend to enjoy this."

Frank then pulled me up and dropped his pants and kicked them off. His cock was stretching his black briefs which he extracted revealing his shaved balls and trimmed pubes. He laid down on the bed and said, "Let me know what you want." I stood before him, shucked my t-shirt, then my jeans and finally my bikini briefs. I was smooth and shaved and so fucking hard as I knelt before him once again and went down to suck his cock. It was wonderful but there was more.
 
I was kneeling between his spread legs. His inviting cock was at full attention. I wanted to give him the best head he ever had. I started with my hands. I briefly tickled his cock, then softly cupped his nicely shaved balls and squeezed gently. Frank moaned when I started massaging that sensitive spot under his balls with one finger. He opened his eyes and smiled at me then spread his legs further as if to invite me down. I didn't hesitate. I kissed his knob, gave it a few flicks with my tongue and dove in. I loved his smell - musty, masculine and so good. I worked my tongue from beneath his balls and up over them repeatedly. Frank stiffened so I paused, afraid that he would cum prematurely. "Baby, don't stop", he whispered. I continued, running my tongue up the underside of his swollen shaft. I engulfed his knob with my lips and swirled my tongue just below it. Shit, I sure could tell that he liked that maneuver by his heavy breathing. I knew he was close so I began to suck him. In less than a minute he grabbed my head and started to thrust his cock in and out of my willing mouth. It took only a few strokes before he stopped suddenly and let loose, filling my mouth with at least a half dozen pulses of his warm cum. It took him a while to finish but I kept sucking till he started to get soft. He pulled me up to him. We kissed and he licked some of his cum off my lips.

When our breathing slowed and we were still locked in an embrace Frank reach down and felt my still hard cock. He kissed me again and only said, "It's my turn." He rolled me onto my back, gave my hard cock a few strokes and then lifted and spread my legs. With his index finger he began to explore between my cheeks until he reached my hole. He slowly slipped it in and asked, "Tell me where it feels good." It didn't take him long to find my most sensitive spot, and now I was the one moaning as he stimulated me. The feeling was incredible and I wanted him in me as I knew he would.
 
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