Who Knew?

[justdoitinnj]

Two o'clock on a Sunday morning and I'm on my way back home from the city.

I live in a small town in south Jersey, population about 20,000. I know there are smaller towns but this one is small to me. I've lived here all my life, except for the three years I was in the military and traveled throughout the USA, Alaska, Japan, Guam, Nam and Australia. I pretty much know every street and alley in this little town.


I don't know how it happened nor when it happened but the main street here in town had turned into a big cruising area for all of south Jersey and Philadelphia. Gays & Bi's would travel here either to be cruised or to do the cruising. I only know that it started before I was born. I can only guess that it happened because its like the 1/2 way point between Philadelphia and Atlantic City, a centralized spot. Plus it being such a small town with little going on that no one would even notice.

Guys would pour themselves into the tightest jeans they had with equally tight shirts and parade themselves along the main street. Whatever was in fashion you'd see someone wearing it along the street either walking or leaning against a telephone pole. In the summer time you'd see more tanned skin showing of course. A lot of cut-offs and shorts that were barely legal to wear on the street. Some guys wouldn't wear shirts at all, showing off their tan that they'd been working on all summer. Bleach blond hair was like the "soup du jour"...almost everyone had it.

It was normal for the cruising to go on every nite of the week. Of course, Sunday thru Thursday nites weren't near as busy as Friday and Saturday nites. But I can assure you that a few would be out there every nite. And almost every nite you'd see the hustlers out there trying to make some money. They were the funniest and most entertaining ones to watch. They'd do almost anything at all to get picked up by someone, usually the older gays that had money to spend on nothing more important than forking over $100 to give some young stud a blow job.

I remember one night watching this young good looking guy actually strip naked on the main street of town, turn completely around, bend over and spread his cheeks as if being inspected for a trip on the space shuttle. He even had a list made up of what he'd do and how much he charged for each thing, now that I think about it, you could call this the first fast food joint. Drive up....place your order....take it away.....and pay! If you're foolish enough he'd get you to pay in advance so when you stopped the car he could jump out and take off running with your money. Some guys did that.... there's one born every minute !

Anyway, back to the story here.

Since it was late I decided to take a drive down the main street of town only because I knew that at this hour a lot of cruising was going on and I wanted to see who was out walking the streets. Yes, some of these guys I actually knew.

Just as I made my right hand turn to go around the corner onto the main street I saw this guy that I never saw before in my life in a pair of skin tight white jeans with a powder blue tight T-shirt on and a really great tan to boot! I almost ran up on the curb looking back over my shoulder trying to see his face . I immediately went around the next corner trying to get around the block as fast as I could before someone else spotted him and swooped him up. After three more right hand turns I got back on the main street again and by this time he was walking in the next block. I was travelling at about three miles per hour and staring at him to see if I could recognize him. I did not. He kept walking as if he had no idea what was going on. In my rear view mirror I could see other guys were cruising past him and slowing down but he didn't pay them any attention either. He just kept walking. I went around the next block, circled around and came back onto the main street again. I could see him walking down the third block now. Just sauntering along as if he had all the time in the world. About twenty guys were cruising him along the whole way and were going around the block again just as I was. The main street of town is like nine blocks long. It looked like a damn train going around in circles around the blocks to get back to where he was walking. It actually became funny to me and I was kind of laughing to think of all this time and energy we were expending on this guy that had no idea of what was going on.

Now this main street that I've been telling you about runs for about four miles from our City Halldown thru the shops down past the large grocery stores, past the hospital and onward to the mall area. This guy just kept walking and walking and not paying any attention to anyone who was cruising him. But I wasn't about to give up after spending all this time and gas on him. I kept following and circling and following and circling thinking to myself that eventually he'd either turn around and go back or stick his thumb out for a ride. By now its like three am on the Sunday morning and I'm just wishing that he'd do something, anything besides just walk. As luck would have it and from nowhere it started to rain.

He crossed over to the other side of the street and started to head back to town again. I immediately made a U turn just as he stuck his thumb out to catch a ride back. Just as I pulled over next to him the sky opened up and it started to rain cats & dogs. He opened up the door, hopped in, shut the door, reached over and shook my hand and introduced himself. I told him my name and started down the street and asked him where he was going. He gave me an address and asked me where I was going. He told me that he'd been drinking earlier and was trying to walk the effects off. He really didn't feel like going back home just yet. I offered to take him back to my place for a couple of more beers if he wanted and he accepted my invitation. I could tell by his accent that he wasn't from around this area and when I asked him about it he told me that he was from Staten Island NY.

We got back to my place and ran thru the rain to get inside the house. I offered him a frosty Heiny (Heinekan beer) and he accepted. I asked him if he had any idea what was going on back there on main street and he said 'No,' but that he was wondering why all those cars kept riding around and around. He said he noticed that they were the same cars and couldn't figure out what was up. He told me that he noticed that I was one of the cars that was riding around too. So I told him what was going on and he just kind of laughed about it. Then he told me that he's married with two kids and that he's not into "that" kind of stuff with other guys. I said that was OK and we continued to talk for awhile. I just love talking to people with accents and that live in other areas. By now its like six am and after being up all night I was really getting tired. He told me that he better be heading for home or his wife would really be mad. We jumped back into my car and I headed in his direction the whole time staring at the bulge that seemed to be getting bigger in his tight white jeans.

Finally, I thought to myself....what the hell, either he'll say yes or no, but I'd never find out if I didn't ask. Just as I pulled up in front of his house, I asked him if he'd like the best blow job he's ever had.

 

[upyrkilt469]

So what happened? Did you get lucky? Don't leaave us in suspense

 

[bigcannon]

This is cruel, Justdoitinnj. You have to tell us the rest of the story. We can't take the suspense. TELL US!!!

 

[justdoitinnj]

I'll be writing more to this soon.
I'm new at this writing stuff but I'm trying to write about
things I know and that are true that really did happen.
Bare with me

 

[harry113]

Hiya, great start!! more please !!
Harry

 

[justdoitinnj]

Part 2​

He stared straight ahead as if in a daze. Finally, I shook his shoulder and asked him if he was OK. He said he was but was stunned because no guy has ever asked him that question before. Then he said to check back with him next week.... He'd let me know. I told him I'd look for him next weekend if he came out for a walk. He said OK and shook my hand, then got out of the car, shut the door, ran up to his house and went inside.

I smiled to myself thinking, “I'm gonna get this straight guy......I AM!” I returned home and went to bed alone but with images of my new "friend" firmly in my head.

Perhaps I should fill you in on what Steve looks like. Well, he's about 5'7", has shaggy shoulder length dark brown hair, piercing green eyes, a perfectly flat stomach and a bubble butt that looks like two small melons put together. The bulge in his jeans told me he goes commando! His arms are muscular but not pumped up like on a body builder.

This had to be the longest week I've ever lived. Everyday just dragged on and on. I couldn't wait for next Saturday night to get here. Just to see if Steve would show up and give me some kind of answer.

I remembered that he didn't show up on the main street until late, last week it was around two am on Sunday morning when I first saw him. So,I went out about the same time and rode around and around and around and eventually even past his house. All the lights were out; no car in the driveway; shit! Desperate, I rode up and down every street and around the main street again....no Steve !

He never did show up.

I went back home talking to myself....I must be crazy thinking that this totally straight man would ever show up again. What was I thinking? But something in my head kept telling me that he would not to give up. Then I thought to myself that I shouldn't have told him about all the guys cruising out on the main street. Maybe he connected with someone else. Damn ! Why did I tell him what was going on out there? What was I thinking?

Well, the next week went by even slower than the last. Everyday seemed to be forty-eight long. Finally, Saturday got here and I was going out that night to see if I could find him ....again. I waited until after midnight and left earlier in case ....just in case he might show up early. I surely didn't want to miss him. I rode around and around and around, again. Finally around one-thirty am ... there he was. Not on the main street but over one street and setting on a church step just watching the cars go by. When he saw my car he motioned for me to come over on a side street. So I did. He got in and told me to take off.

I rode off and finally he told me that he was sorry that there was some family emergency that he had to attend to last week and that's why he didn't come out to see me. I told him that it wasn't any problem and not to worry about it. Everyone has things that happen in their life that are beyond control. He smiled as if relieved that I wasn't mad. Actually, I wasn't really mad because like I said, something keeps telling me to persevere with this guy and that I'd get lucky.

Anyway, we stopped and got two six-packs of beer and I headed for my house. It was hot out, August 16th to be exact, and very humid. He asked me to ride around for awhile because he was really kind of new in this area and wanted me to give him a tour. So, I agreed and we set off for different places around the area and I was showing him all the interesting spots that I could think of. I showed him two different parks where he could take his kids to play. I showed him the lake where people paddle around in boats and make an attempt to catch some bass. Finally, I told him I wanted to show him my house plus the fact that as its hot and humid out, the air conditioning in my house would feel good right now. He agreed and we went to my house.

I put what was left of the beer in the fridge and we sat down and he started telling me about where he used to live and that he works in construction, that's why the deep dark tan that he has. He's been married to the same girl for the past eight years now and has two daughters. He also told me that he didn't think he ever had known any gay guys, or if they were he wasn't aware of it. I told him that he probably did but just didn't know it.

I know plenty of guys in this area that are gay and work in construction. He asked me who they were but I told him that I'd never tell him because it's not up to me to "out" them. If they want him to know, they would tell him themselves. He understood and said that was cool. Then he wanted to know if all my neighbors knew I was gay. I told him that I didn't make it a practice of knocking on my neighbors' doors and telling them that I lived down the street and that I'm gay. If they figured it out on their own...fine. If they or anyone else asks me, then I tell them the truth, that I am gay.

Most people are amazed when I tell them and usually reply....nooooooooo, I don't believe it. I usually have to convince them that I am by putting on my "gay act" (whatever that is). Steve told me that he'd never have guessed that I am. I told Steve that he dressed more "gay" than I do! We both laughed at that. Then we discussed clothes and what I liked to wear and what he liked to wear. Not that it matters anyway, I so wanted him OUT of his clothes !

It got to be around four-thirty am and the conversation was beginning to die. We were on the last beer and I looked over at him and asked him again if he like the best blow job he's ever had? He just sat there....again he was stunned. I think. He kept saying over and over.....I don't know, I'm not sure, I've never had a guy suck my dick. "I can't even imagine another guy wanting to suck my dick," he said. "Why would you even want to?” he asked me.


Trying to keep my answer simple and not get really involved as to the "why's" I would EVER want to suck his cock I answered, "Because I think you're damn good looking and you have a great personality and something deep inside me just wants to, that's all." Well, he thought about it and thought about it and told me that he needed more time to think about this. This has never happened to him before, he's never even had it to think about before and he's kinda confused about it. I said,.”No problem.....let me know when you want to, you know where I live and you can always drop by or just give me a call,” as I passed my phone number over to him. It was now very late (or early depending upon how you looked at it) and he was tired and wanted me to take him home if I would....or he could just walk. I decided to take him home.

Now another long week before another Saturday night...............

Part 3 ​

The next gruelling week went by as slowly as the past two had, if not even slower. But, as usual Saturday night finally arrived and there I was, back out on the street looking for Steve. I found him setting on the church steps again right where I saw him last week. I zipped over near him and he immediately got into my car. We took off. It was earlier this week than the previous two weeks that I caught up to him.

I asked him if his wife had kicked him out and he just laughed and said, no, he thought I might show up early this week, that's why he came out earlier than usual. That told me that he was either thinking about me or my offer! Good !

We picked up a couple of six-packs of beer and headed right back to my house. No driving around half the night this time. We got out of my car and went inside. He looked out my back window and seen that I had a vegetable garden planted in the back. He wanted to go out and see it. Being from the big city he had never seen anything actually grow that people ate. He heard about gardens but never actually saw one. He was amazed at how tomatoes grew and onions and cucumbers and squash. I dug up some potatoes and showed him those too. He sat on a bench and just admired my garden. How neat it was and everything growing in rows. He told me that he wanted me to show him how to plant a garden next spring. Of course, I told him that I would. I told him to pick a ripe tomato and eat it....right from the vine. He just looked at me and said "are you serious?"I said "sure...its the best tomato you'll ever eat!” So he picked just one and ate it. He was amazed at the difference in taste from a store bought one.

A few beers more and a lot more chit-chat and we finally got around to talking about sex. Of course he started to brag about all the girls he fucked throughout his life. He LOVED sex and LOVED to fuck....girls that is. He got married when he was only eighteen. He was a daddy at nineteen. Five years later the second daughter came along and after that the sex with his wife just about died. He became best friends with his right hand. He told me that he just figured that all married men went through the same thing and that he was really trying to be true to his wife. So far he hasn't messed around with any other women.

I told him that it sounded to me like he was just about ready to. Hell, he's only a little over twenty-six years old....still a young man with a strong sex drive. He agreed but told me that he was scared to death about getting another female knocked-up. It would mean that his marriage would fall apart because eventually his wife would find out and he really didn't want that to happen. He loved his wife and his kids.

Now comes the bad side of ME. How in the hell am I gonna talk him into letting me give him a blow-job? Think....think.....think.............I sat for a few minutes not saying a word, then all of a sudden I started to speak. "Ya know Steve, getting a blow job from another guy isn't like cheating on your wife," I said. "I mean, your not doing it with another girl" I said. "Its more like a friend helping his friend out in a time of need," I said. "No one would know, you're inside of my house and your wife has no idea where you are." My mind was racing for things to say that would make him agree and say "yes" or at least nod his head up and down in agreement.

He looked me straight in the eye and asked me, "If I let you give me a blow-job, do I have to suck your dick back?" I replied, "No, you don't, unless you'd want to." He asked me, "Do you want me to fool around, ya know, kiss you on the lips and stuff like that?" I told him, "Only if YOU want to."

I almost fell on the floor out of my chair when he said, "OK, lets do it." I led him into my bedroom and he sat on the edge of my bed. Talk about nervous. Poor Steve was shaking. I sat next to him and told him it would be a whole lot easier if he dropped his pants. He just gave me a nervous laugh. He stood up and undid his pants and pulled them down. Just as I thought....commando!

OMG, what a beautiful ass......perfectly smooth and white as a lily against his tan legs. But, I decided not to touch anything other than his dick unless he told me to. I didn't want to scare him to death. To help him out I put a porno flick in the VCR. Yes, a straight one that I thought would help him out. I told him to just concentrate on the film. His eyes were glued to the TV set. He told me that he never seen a porno flick before. He saw magazines but never a porno flick. He had heard about them and always wanted to buy one but felt weird going into a store to buy one. I couldn't believe that I was hearing a guy of this age telling me this.

I thought ALL guys had seen porno flicks by the time they were eighteen.....I did. Like I said, his eyes were glued to the TV watching the porno flick and I guess his eyes were hot-wired to his dick because it was rock hard in just a few seconds without anyone touching it. I got on my knees between his legs that he had spread apart for me and he lay back on the bed with his head propped up on pillows so he could see the porno flick and his ass was on the edge of the bed. You might call it....easy access.

My arms were over each leg as I lowered my mouth down to his dick head. I let some spit fall from my mouth onto his dick and rested my lips on the very tip. From the corner of my eye I was watching the porno flick trying to suck his dick in unison with the movie as it was playing. Finally a scene showed where some girl was sucking some guy's cock and as she went down on it I went
down all the way on Steve's cock. I pressed my lips together as hard as I hoping to make it feel as much like a pussy as I could. Steve let out a loud moan! I saw his stomach muscles tense up and his dick grew a little bigger. I pulled back and swirled my tongue around and around his cock head.

I heard him say, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Myyyyyyyyyyyyy God....!” followed by another loud groan. Inside my head I was grinning from ear to ear, just knowing that I had got him. He was loving it. Instead of slowing down and making it last, I bobbed my head up and down fast and sucked hard. I wanted him to know what a real blow job felt like...I wanted him to shoot his wad down my throat. It didn't take long before I seen him grab at the bedspread and shout out.... “OHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK, I'm gonna CUM.... right....... NOW!”

It seemed like he came in buckets....and it was SOOOOOOOOOOO sweet! I kept sucking and swirling my tongue around his dick until he was begging me to stop. Instead of just stopping after he shot his load, I made him beg me to stop. He said his dick was SO sensitive that he couldn't take any more..... “STOP!” He was breathing hard... he sounded like a bull in heat. I stopped and pulled away and sat next to him on the bed. I asked him if he was OK and he just said "OMG, I never felt anything like that in my life!"
I just kinda laughed but turned my head so he didn't see me. He sat up and told me that that was the first blow-job he had ever had. No one has ever given him a blow-job before this. I was amazed....this poor guy had only known what it was like to either jerk off or fuck a pussy. My new goal in life was to teach Steve a few new tricks. IF he was willing that is. Of course, it's one step at a time, after all, he IS new to this.

I asked Steve what he thought of his blow-job...."Did you like it?" I asked him. “Hell yeah.... I loved it!” he said.

(Will be continued soon)

 

[kcm17480]

Very interesting. Do like this story very much. I hope there will be more.

 

[justdoitinnj]

PART 4​

Every Saturday night for approximately the next seven months, I picked up Steve at the same church steps. We'd usually go back to my house and he'd let me suck his cock and shoot his load down my throat. We'd drink a few beers together, talk for a time, watch some porn and just generally bullshit for a while. He had a great personality and I found out from him that he came from a big family and one by one all of his relatives were moving to this town.

He had five brothers and four sisters. One of his brothers, along with his wife and their two kids moved into an apartment just down the street from me. Steve told me that this brother was the most handsome of all the brothers, including himself. I found that hard to believe because Steve is a real knock out himself.

Anyway, Steve walked over to my house on this one Saturday night and I was more horny than usual. I usually waited until after Steve left and jerked off with images of him in my mind. But this night was different. For some reason or other he came over earlier than usual. I had just gotten out of the shower and dried off when I heard a knock at the door, so I just slipped on a pair of nylon shorts - the sort that if you get a hard on in them everyone knows because they tent out – no support in them at all. I didn't bother to change, I just kept those shorts on. We had a few beers and talked for awhile, had a few more beers and talked some more and of course we ended up in the bedroom with porn on the TV screen. Steve was comfortable enough now to get totally naked for me instead of just pulling his jeans down. There he laid on my bed stroking his cock to its full hardness. What a beautiful sight !

My own dick was so hard it actually hurt. I told Steve that I was going to jerk off while I sucked his cock....I was so fucking horny myself. He said that was cool, he didn't mind. So he cantilevered his way around the bed so I was between his legs and I stared to run my tongue up and down his shaft. Steve was totally shaved down there, even his balls. I gently sucked one of his balls into my mouth and ran my tongue around it. Then the other one....and finally both of them. His nut sack was totally smooth as a baby's ass. I was running my hand up and down my own cock and making tons of pre-cum by this time. Steve sat up on the edge of the bed and I asked him what was wrong. He said, "Nothing is wrong, I just want to see your dick!"

This is the first time he's asked to see my dick. He's never showed any interest at all in looking at another guy's dick. Even while watching the porn he'd comment about how good that pussy looked or how nice those tits were on that girl. But never a word about how hung a guy was or that he had a great set of low hangers. And now he wanted to see mine. So, I stood up and when I did my dick was level with his face. He just stared at it for what seemed like forever. Then he asked me if he could touch it. (Like he needed to ask) I said of course, do anything you want except bite it....LOL

He very gently reached over and with one finger touched my dick. He ran his one finger up and down the shaft and all around the head. I told him to pretend it was his own dick, feel it like you would your own. So he wrapped his hand around the shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze. Steve was jerking me off, I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. He told me that when I was ready to cum to tell him. He wanted to me shoot my load all over his face! It didn't take me very long, I was so fucking horny. I looked down at him and told him I was ready to shoot.

He reached around with his free hand and grabbed my ass and pulled me close to his face while still jerking my dick. I shot my load all over his face and he rubbed my dick all over his forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. He kept his mouth closed tight. I fell to my knees and plunged his hard cock deep into my mouth. He let out a loud "UGHHHHHHHHH!" Almost immediately he shot the biggest load so far down my throat. I pushed him back on the bed and sucked on his dick until his body was trembling. Finally his dick went soft in my mouth and I released it. He told me that his head was spinning and he felt dizzy. He lay there for a few minutes and finally got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out he put his clothes on and told me that he couldn't believe that he did that. He never felt another man's dick before and told me that he expected it to feel different from his own. Mine is about the same size as his but mine when hard kind of points up. The head on mine is a little bigger than his and it just amazed him, like a kid with a new toy.

After he got dressed we sat by my kitchen table and chatted awhile because it was still early. He told me that he had never graduated high school, he dropped out because he hated school so much and really wasn't any good at any of the subjects. He only had had one more year to go to finish. How sad I thought. Everything he wanted or needed to learn, he learned on his own, the things he was interested in. Being married with a family I told him that he really should get his GED.

I offered to help him get it. He told me that he'd think about it. Right now he's in construction and really thought that a GED wouldn't help him out much when it was time to lay a roof or put up a chimney. I wasn't about to argue with him over this subject but ended up telling him that it would make himself feel good if he had it. I told him that my offer stood and any time he wanted help getting his GED to just let me know. He said OK. Now the conversation turned sexual again. He had a few more beers and the words just flowed. He told me how much he's always enjoyed fucking pussy ever since he was a teenager. But that's the only thing he knew about. He said when it comes to sex he's dumb. He said that he had heard about blow jobs but never really thought that people actually did that. Pussy was for fucking, so that's what he did.

I could tell that as he was telling me about some of his adventures with the girlfriends he had he was getting more and more turned on. Especially since drinking a few more beers. Finally, he stood up and looked down and asked me if I'd like to take care of "this" one more time before he had to leave. I looked and his dick was raging hard in his jeans....the outline of it was clearly visible. I told him no. His eyes widened and he looked at me and said, "What?” Of course I was just teasing him and broke out into a wide smile. By the time I got into the bedroom he was naked and ready. Or so he thought! I had something ummmmmmmm different planned this time. I lowered myself and was tonguing his cock, just teasing it with my tongue. It was fully hard and standing right up at full attention. Steve had already hit the remote and put on the porn again. My tongue was going up and down his shaft, first on one side and then the other and I'd swirl my tongue around the head sliding it through his piss slit making him quiver. I gently reached up and began playing with his nipples.

I heard him go “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM".....
"Oh, Yeeeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I reached down and lifted his legs over my shoulders and slid my tongue around his nuts. Then I went down a little further. And a little further. Steve said, "What in the hell are you doing?” I said nothing but parted his cheeks and dove my tongue into his ass hole.

I heard Steve go "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY..... GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" !!!!!!!

I gathered up a lot of spit on my tongue and swirled it around and pushed it into his ass hole. Steve was going crazy. He never felt anything like this before. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO body does this.....do they?" he said. I laughed and told him that sure they do, its called "rimming". He never heard tell of it and NEVER knew anyone that'd do it. But he loved it. "Don't stop," he said. "Let me feel that again," he said. I rimmed him until I thought my tongue would fall out. I think his ass hole went numb too. Rimming him made his dick pour out the pre-cum in buckets. I mean his dick was saturated with pre-cum. I lowered his legs and put his dick head on my lips and making my lips as tight as I could I plunged his cock all the way into my mouth and throat. One swift plunge and he was deep throated. He let out a very loud moan and shot his load immediately. I sucked on his cock until he went soft and let it slide from my lips. Steve was breathing heavily and just laid there for a few minutes. Finally his breathing retunred to normal and he sat up. He told me that he never heard of doing that rimming stuff but he sure did like it.

His visits to my house have become more frequent than just Saturday nights now.

(More to cum)

 

[kcm17480]

I really am getting into this story. It is like a slow tease. Please continue with this story.

 

[justdoitinnj]

PART 5​

Steve was coming over to my house at least twice a week now. Usually it was Wednesdays and Saturdays. We did our normal routine of me sucking his cock and rimming him and him jerking me off as I shot my load of jizz all over his face.

He especially like being rimmed, that feeling drove him crazy. He'd grab at the sheets and moan into the pillow. I had never seen anyone make so much pre-cum as he did.
He loved it and just couldn't believe that he's missed out on this all his life.

One Wednesday night he came over kind of early for him. I was setting in my living room watching something on the TV. Two knocks came at my door and Steve walked in. That was our code, two knocks at the door and I knew it would be him. All of my other friends would knock at least three times.

Steve sat down on my sofa and asked me if it was Ok that he came over so early. I said sure "Any time you want to come over you can, you don't even need to ask." I no sooner said that and three knocks came at the door so I got up to see who it was. It was one of my female cousins stopping by, she was out shopping and was on her way back home and realized that she REALLY needed to use a bathroom and couldn't hold it until she got home, so she stopped in my place to use my bathroom. She was almost doing a dance while telling me that she needed to use my bathroom. I told her to hurry up in there before I had a mess to clean up.

When she came out I introduced her to Steve and we all sat around just talking for awhile and she and Steve seemed to get along great. Sandy is five years older than me and can talk anyone's ears off. Sandy got up to leave to get her groceries home and in the house before the snow started to fall. She's married and has kids of her own along with one grandson. We all stood up as she left and she even gave Steve a peck on the cheek.

After she left Steve asked me if I was expecting any more company tonight. I told him no and to help himself to more beer from the fridge while I took a shower. I got the shower water just as I liked it, stripped down and stepped in and shut the door. I started to soap up when I heard Steve come into the bathroom and announced that he had to piss. I told him to go right ahead just don't flush the toilet when he was done or I'd have all cold water in the shower. He forgot what I just said and flushed. I let out a yell that I'm sure they heard down the street.

I came flying out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me trying to get my skin to warm back up. Steve was doubled over laughing. He kept saying "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It's just habit, ya know?"

I said, "It's Ok....not to worry....I'll live." After the toilet cistern had filled up again I adjusted the shower water to where I wanted it and stepped back in. I no sooner shut the shower door and it opened up and Steve stepped in.

He told me that he's always wondered what it would be like to shower with someone else. I told him that now is as good a time to find out as any. I soaped up the wash cloth and scrubbed his back and ass...deep into the crack and around his ass hole.
He opened his legs and I washed between them for him. I turned around and told him it was his turn now. He soaped up the wash cloth really good and did my back and ass but hesitated about going in deep in my ass crack.

I told him, "Dive in there fella...get everything clean." So, he did. Then I turned around and started to wash his chest and stomach. Steve was breathing hard already and totally turned on. His dick was rock hard. My soapy hand ran down to his cock and begin to stroke it. He looked at me and told me to stop. His eyes got all dreamy looking and he stood on his tiptoes (I'm taller than him) he wrapped his arms around me and he was kissing me on the lips. He started out very tenderly and soon his kiss turned into pure passion as he slid his tongue into my mouth and began exploring. Of course, my tongue was darting into his mouth and exploring too. We were both so turned on that we were both breathing hard.

Suddenly Steve went down on his knees and took my cock into his mouth. This was his first time at attempting to suck cock and really he wasn't very good at it. But the warmth of his mouth and tongue on my dick and the fact that I was so turned on at this point I could only let out a BIG and LOUD, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

He swirled his tongue around the head of my cock for a while and got a taste of my pre-cum and then he backed away. He stood up and told me "I can't believe I just did that. I had no idea I was going to do that, it just happened!" he said.

I told him it was Ok...not bad for the first time. He wasn't ready for me to shoot my load in his mouth yet. I told him that was Ok....not to worry. It'll happen when your ready for it to. I can wait. Then he said "I don't know if I'll ever be ready to rim you man," as he shook his head. "I don't even eat out my wife's pussy let alone her ass hole, geeeeez!" he said.

I told him not to worry about it, if it happens it does, if it don't that's Ok too. He said "Are you sure"? I said "of course I'm sure"

"You're not mad at me?" he said. "Noooooo I'm not mad at you," I was just glad that he worked up enough courage to experiment as far as he had. I really didn't expect him to even do this much. (But I'm really glad he did !)

After we finished rinsing off and drying off, we went into the bedroom and did what we normally have been doing, except this time when we were done, Steve kissed me and wrapped his arms around my neck in a big tight hug. His body was shaking and I felt my shoulder getting wet. Steve was in tears. I thought to myself "Oh my God, what have I done?"


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[wyndhampaul]

Oh, I like this story, it reminds me of something that happened to me years ago. Thank you . Please develope this theme.

 

[smile86]

love the story, keep us posted!

 

[kcm17480]

Yes, please keep going with this story. I am liking this story more and more. I have to agree with wyndhampaul about the theme.

 

[justdoitinnj]

PART 6​

Steve released his grip on me and we both sat on the bed. We didn't speak for a long time. Finally Steve cleared his throat and said to me "I'm sorry about that". "I had no idea that was going to happen". I told him that it was ok but I didn't understand, why the tears? He just sat there for awhile and then began to talk. "Thats all I've ever wanted is someone to touch me the way you do" he said. "You have such a gentle, kind and warm touch, its like you actually care" he told me. "There's a chemistry here that I've never felt with anyone else" he said. "I've had girlfriends and of course my wife, but none of them ever touched me like you do"he went on.

"Your touch is different, its light and gentle and it gives me shivers up my spine" he said. He lowered his head as if embarrased and in a very soft voice he said "I like that". I put my arm around his shoulders and told him "Its OK to like that". "Its nothing to be ashamed of, YOU like what it is that YOU like" I said. "I'm just happy that you like the way I touch you, that it makes you feel good, that it makes
you happy" I told him. "It really does" he said in a low voice. We stood up and I lifted my hands on each side of his face and just barely touching him with my fingertips I ran them down his face...down his neck....down his chest and just barely touching him flicked my fingers over and around his nipples. I could see the goosebumps on his skin. He shivered a little and said....yessssssssssssssssss, thats the kind of touch I LOVE to feel.Shortly afterwards he got dressed and said he had to get home, he was taking his family to the art museum in Philly tomorrow and had to get up earlier than usual. I asked him if he'd like me to drop him off at his house, it was snowing out and pretty cold. He said he would so we hopped in my car and took off.We pulled up in front of his house, he opened the car door and got out but first told me that he'd see me during the week. I watched him walk up his walkway to his door, his ass sure looked good in those jeans!

Monday came and went as uneventful as usual. Tuesday I was setting in my kitchen around 7 PM eating my dinner. 2 knocks came at my front door and in walked Steve. He walked thru the house to my kitchen and took a big sniff and asked me what I had cooked. He said it really smelled good. I told him I had made a homemade clam pie for my dinner. He never heard of clam pie. Clam pie is something that I guess is only made here in southern new jersey. My grandmom made it and so did my Mom...if you like clams then you'd most likely love clam pie. Basically, its made with a pie crust (top & bottom) and you fill the bottom crust with chopped up clams and cooked potatoes that have been soaked in the clam juice. Its not something you can make with canned clams, you absolutely must use fresh ones. I asked Steve if he liked clams and he said yes. He sat down and I served him a piece of my clam pie. I should have made 2 of them, this boy can eat ! He loved it...he ate more than I did.Of course, with clam pie you simply must drink icy cold beer, they just go together. Steve bought 2 6-packs of his favorite beer and brought them over with him - Budweiser. Steve told me that he thought I was a really good cook, his wife can't make pie crust for shit. I asked him what his favorite meal was and he said "everything". He LOVES food and is the type of person that can eat and eat and eat and not gain a pound.

After we ate we sat in my living room and talked for awhile and I told Steve that I was going o remodel my living room. New walls and ceiling, new wall to wall carpeting, new everything. He told me that he would help me if I wanted him to. I told him that I was going to start on the next Monday as I took the next 2 weeks off from work. Everything was coming down, all the old sheetrock and the existing carpeting.I told him that he could come over anytime he wanted during the day or evening. I was going to buy supplies that weekend.
He said that would be great as the next week he was only scheduled to work at his full time job for 2 days. I told him I'd pay him for his help but he said no that he was doing it because he wanted to. How can you argue with someone that wants to help you for free? So, we both agreed with the plan.The rest of the week went by as usual and finally Friday was here. I stayed at work later than usual to get caught up before I left. Finally, I left work at 7 PM and had off for the next 2 weeks.

Saturday morning I was up at the crack of dawn because someone was pounding on my back door. Who in the hell would be pounding on my back door at this hour of the day, I thought to myself. I went to the back door dressed only in my boxers, opened it up and there stood Steve. "Ya ready to get to work"? He said.I said "Are you crazy, its only like 6 AM" ! He just laughed and walked on in. How could I be mad at someone that stopped by a local restaurant, bought breakfast and carried it over to my house? I made fresh coffee, we ate our breakfast which was really good or maybe I was just really hungry. Then we made plans for the rest of the day. Steve said we needed to move out all the furniture and then we could start taking down the ceiling and walls. I told him where I kept all the tools in my basement so he went down there while I put on some clothes. He brought up the step ladder, hammers, crowbar and anything else he thought we might need. He dropped all the tools in the kitchen and met me in the living room. We both grabbed onto the sofa and moved it into the spare bedroom. Actually, all the furniture ended up in the spare bedroom. Then he opened up the step ladder, climbed up and started to poke holes in the ceiling. He tore most of it down with just his hands. As fast as it fell, I picked it up and put it into extra large, heavy duty trash bags and drug them outside for the garbage man. Steve was 2 steps up the ladder when I came back in just standing there. I walked over to the other side of the ladder and his crotch was at eye level. His bulge looked pretty inviting to me so I just reached over and started to massage it. He grew hard in an instant. Of course, in those tight jeans he was wearing his cock was clearly outlined. Then I saw the wet spot forming. I moved around the other side of the ladder and by this time Steve had his jeans open and pulled down enough that his cock and balls were out. I walked up to him and slid his cock deep in my mouth.

He just let out a load moan. He was holding onto the sides of the ladder with both hands, his legs started to shake. All of a sudden Steve shouted out "I'm gonna cuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmm, right now!" He whitewashed my throat and tongue with his cum. I got every drop swallowing as fast as I could. Finally it ended and his cock softened and I cleaned it with my tongue. His legs were still shaking and I had to help him down from the ladder. He told me that he's never had any sex while on a ladder before. I told him "Stick with me big boy, I'll suck you off on the roof if you want " !
He just laughed.

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[harry113]

Hi justdoitinnj , I just caught up with your last post of this story. I re-read it from the beginning & it's great .... Thank you
I see there are no replies so I assume it has fallen behind all the new stories.
Such a shame !!
Are you going to continue ? (or has this one ended ?)
More please !!!
Harry

 

[smile86]

i just found this new chapter, thanks for bumping it harry113

i hope you do mean to continue it, i think it's great

 

[harry113]

Hi justdoitinnj,
PLEEASE post more of this story .... you are building it up so well, tell us more !!!
Happy Christmas
Harry

 

[justdoitinnj]

My true story didn't seem to be drawing much interest so I just dropped it.
Maybe I should continue it since it was bumped back up again.
I'll see what I can do -
I just wish I had the story telling know how that Neil has....he is such a
GREAT writer !!!!!!

 

[GrayFox]

Don't compare yourself to Neil. You are doing fine and we are enjoying your story.

GrayFox

 

[amyleeisjesus]

Yeah this is one of my favorites, too. Finish!