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Michael and Jeri, Part 1 I suppose I shouldn't complain. Here I was, mid-50s, back in a rented room after having my own home for decades. Messy divorce, luckily no kids, but being a jobbing programmer meant that I didn't have proof of a steady income for anything better. I still love my wife even after all this but she decided to go for a swarthy younger man, construction worker with his own small firm, instead of our friendly but passionless union. So I found myself in an admittedly very nice, large, airy apartment, good part of town, with a parking space for my old Ford...it certainly could have been a lot worse. I found the place through a client who said that she knew of a "lovely guy" looking to share his place. Jeremy (who insists that I call him Jerry, but he spells it 'Jeri') is definitely a nice person. He told me right up front that he's gay and I told him that it's great that he felt comfortable enough to be open with me about it, and that I had no problem with that at all. Jeri gave me a funny look and showed me the bedroom. Large with a good-sized closet, plenty of plugs for my IT equipment (most of my work is done from home), fiber-optic fed Wi-Fi throughout - it was ideal, and the rent was very reasonable. We would share the generously sized bathroom with a glass-walled shower. Jeri was quite tall, about 6 foot 2, and was muscularly built. I found out later that he worked out regularly at the local gym. I was more of a runner myself but rather slight, about 5 foot 7, and had let my hair grow down to my shoulders. Jeri had a buzz cut which he kept trimmed, he had what looked to me like a large collection of razors and attachments for grooming in the bathroom, along with lots of other items that reminded me of my wife's collection of lotions and potions. There were rubber hoses and bags under the sink and I had no idea what all that was for but it wasn't my place to ask. So I had moved in for about a week and was settling in nicely. I had managed to get some work and kept myself busy in my bedroom. I kept the door open most of the time unless I was on a call and I had told Jeri to feel free to come in whenever he wanted, and he helpfully brought me cups of coffee and little snacks from time to time. I wasn't entirely sure what Jeri did for a living but it was something to do with media. He was out at work mainly in the late afternoon and evenings, slept in late and usually went out with friends at night, so was usually in the apartment with me during daylight hours when he wasn't at the gym. Most days we had lunch together in the kitchen/diner. Jeri was a decent cook but I insisted that we shared cooking duties. We talked about general things, local issues and even politics. Jeri was an ardent supporter of LGBT rights and told me that he had been on marches and campaigned. I was fairly apolitical but told Jeri that I supported the rights of everyone to love whom they wanted. It was on a Wednesday about mid-morning that I heard the front door open and Jeri walked in, calling out a cheery hello. He walked into my bedroom and sat on the bed. He had taken off his coat and was dressed in a tank top showing off his muscular body. I looked up from my monitor, I hadn't noticed before that he was hairless below his neck. He didn't even have any underarm hair. His chest and shoulders were glistening as if he had been working out, and I detected a few shiny flashes as if he had on glitter. "So Michael, like what you see?" Jeri said, stretching and yawning, his voice just a small bit slurred.. "Good time last night? And do I detect a bit of glitter? What did you get up to?" "Oh Michael, it was wonderful. Old friends I hadn't seen in ages. They insisted I stay the night and I tell you, they really put me through the wringer. Like that song...how does it go?" Jeri sang: "Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood I ain't naming names She really worked me over good She was just like Jesse James She really worked me over good She was a credit to her gender She put me through some changes, Lord Sort of like a Waring blender" I laughed and said, "Oh, a girl was it? You swing both ways, Jeri?" "Oh Michael, the stories I could tell! I was with two friends who are lovely, beautiful girls with something extra. You have to meet them, Dee and Clair, very energetic, you'd love them." Jeri sat up straighter and stared at me. "So Michael, you've been here about a week now, you're settling in fine but I don't really know much about you. I know your wife left you for some hunk but what about you? Have you tried Tinder? Grinder? Surely you don't want to be without intimate company, do you? I worry about you here all alone day after day." "It's too soon for me, Jeri, I'm just trying to keep my head down and get on with things." "Ha, you should meet Clair, she's very good at keeping her head down!" laughed Jeri. "Sit down next to me and leave that keyboard alone for a few minutes Michael, take a break." I sat down next to Jeri on the bed. He was wearing what looked like women's yoga pants, black and stretchy, with his too-small tank top, a silver bracelet and gold stud earrings. "You're my new project Michael. I vow to ensure that you get your fill. Why shouldn't you? You're a handsome man and you have lovely hair. I'm sure some lucky guy would love to share your bed." "Guy? I'm straight, Jeri..." I said. Jeri put out his hand and slowly stroked my long sandy blonde hair. Given the issues with my wife, it was the first time anyone had touched me in well over year. I trembled a little, ashamed of my reaction to a man touching my hair. "Guy, girl, whatever...you ought to let me style your hair, Michael. I could do wonders with it. A little flip curl at the bottom would look wonderful. Or maybe have it pulled straight back into a little bun." Jeri then stroked my face, my cheeks and forehead. "You have great potential Michael, I saw that when we first met. Lovely features, high cheekbones, piercing green eyes, unusually full lips...yes, we could make you really stunning, Michael..." I pulled Jeri's hand back and started to stand up but Jeri stood quickly and said, "No Jeri, just sit still for a minute. I want to show you my outfit. I noticed you staring, let me give you a better look." Jeri stood very close in front of me. His large bulge was right in front of my eyes, making a prominent if not obscene lump in his skin- tight yoga pants. His legs were large and muscular, outlined perfectly, and in spite of myself I felt a bit hot under the collar. What was wrong with me? Surely I wasn't attracted to this man, was I? This large, fit, but almost pretty man, sure, but still...not my thing at all! "Michael, I wasn't sure about these leggings. Clair loved them but Dee thought that they didn't leave much to the imagination. What do you think?" Jeri turned around, still very close in front of me. "Does my bottom look big in this? What do you think?" Jeri was looking over his shoulder at me, and ran his hand over his very round, shapely rear. "I really try Michael, you know, lunges, squats, leg exercises, I even do those Beyonc? leg raises with my ass up in the air to get it looking good. I'm trying for firm and round, bouncy, an enticement, something I can use to lure the unsuspecting into my lair." Jeri continued to stroke his rear which was nearly in my face. "Please Michael, you're mature and know about these things, feel it and tell me if you approve. Is it firm enough? Not too saggy? Go ahead, just reach out and touch it. It won't bite, I promise. It's only me and you here, I won't tell anyone. You want to, don't you, Michael? Just between us friends. Don't you want to make me happy?" I was in a kind of a daze. I told myself to stand up and tell Jeri that I wasn't gay, to stop all this nonsense, that I had work to do, that he was ruining our friendship, that...that...but instead I stared, hypnotized, at his round, firm, muscular ass which was practically in my face, and I knew that I had no choice, none at all, I had to touch it. I slowly reached out and stroked the outside edge, then become a bit bolder and ran my hand over the central part and down to his upper thighs, then back up again. Ohhh...I didn't think that I could stop, it was perfect, hard yet yielding, the shape, the feel... Suddenly Jeri turned around. "Michael! I said to touch, not molest me! What's gotten into you? Really! We have to have a long talk later. I'm exhausted and filthy, I'm taking a long, hot shower then having a nap. We'll discuss your behavior later." And with that Jeri flounced out of my room. I heard him go into the bathroom and close the door. I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands. My God, what was I thinking? I have it good here, it's a great setup for me, why would I go and blow it by making a pass at my landlord? And he's a guy, for goodness' sake! Was I having a breakdown? Was the split with my wife catching up with me? I tried to come to my senses, shaking my head and telling myself off for my outrageous fondling of Jeri. What's wrong with me? I finally pulled myself together enough to stand up and get myself a glass of water. I trudged back to my bedroom but couldn't get into my work. I was so stupid! Why would I risk screwing up this deal? I decided that I'd have to sincerely apologize to Jeri and hope that he forgives me. I really wanted us to get back to where we were before. I heard the shower stop and Jeri whistling to himself in the bathroom. I debated if I should try to talk to him now and decided that it's best to do what he said and talk after he had a nap. But I thought it wouldn't hurt to offer him lunch in case he wanted to eat before his snooze. I knocked softly on the bathroom door and said, "Sorry Jeri, I'm making myself some lunch. Should I get make you some as well?" Jeri opened the door wide, wearing a towel wrapped from his chest down to his thighs (like my wife used to do), drying his hair with another towel. "Oh, thanks Michael! Sure, I'd love something, I'm famished. Strenuous exercise involving the loss of fluids always makes me hungry, don't you find that as well?" "Uh, yeah, I guess so, I do get hungry after running." Jeri smiled his 'cat got the cream' smile at me and winked. "Well, I didn't do any running but there certainly was a lot of aerobic exercise involved. That reminds me, I really need to get down to the gym. It's upper body this week - arms, shoulders, chest and back. Don't want these rods getting flabby!" Jeri posed with his arms flexed in a classic muscle-man position. His biceps were certainly big and his chest was impressive, still wet from his shower and hairless. Suddenly I felt a bit flushed and had an irrational desire to reach out and touch his pecs, as a man would want to reach out to touch a woman's breasts. Jeri caught me staring, smiled once again and reached out to my chest. "Oh Michael, I don't think we have much to work with here to increase bulk. But I know something which would suit you much better, which would go well with your overall physique." He stroked my chest and cupped my pecs through my shirt. "You'd look lovely with a bit more on top. Easy to fix, Michael! Now stop pestering me, I'll be right out." With that Jeri turned on his heel and shut the bathroom door. I looked down at the wet marks on my shirt and flushed red with the memory of his touch. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. I'd never had any thoughts about other men before. I've not even had the usual fooling around with other boys in school. Here I was, past 50, an ordinary middle-class man who has had a series of girlfriends before getting married at 23, and is suddenly single again. I should be checking out all the women in the area who are in similar situations, surely there's loads of lively, charming ladies dying to meet a thin, single man with no baggage. Maybe I'll try one of those dating apps or even just the old-fashioned newspaper ads. I could...but Jeri's touch was somehow thrilling. It was at least partly because of the forbidden nature of it. These days it's acceptable and I'd never had an issue with what two people did behind closed doors, but I never dreamed that it could involve me. Could it? No...I need to stick to what I knew. I can't do anything else that might threaten my current situation. I just need time to settle down, to get into a routine. It's only been a week after all. I started breaking eggs for a couple of omelets. I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my hips and felt Jeri's cheek against mine as he leaned into me from behind and looked over my shoulder. "Oh Michael, omelets, lovely. I'm famished actually, just what I need, important to replace lost protein, right?" And he turned his face towards mine, his lips very close to my lips. Jeri puckered up and gave me an air kiss from about an inch away, then patted my behind and turned to set the table. I was unsettled and had trouble breaking the rest of the eggs but focused and finished the job. Soon I had two large omelets ready and I brought them to the table on warmed plates. We were both hungry and wolfed down the meal with very little talk. Jeri pushed away his plate, saying, "That was just what I needed, thank you Michael. Really nice. Tell you what, I have a second wind now, let's have our little talk. I know you have work to do but it can wait for a few minutes." It was a statement rather than a question so I didn't reply other than to nod my head. "Let's move to the couch, Michael, might as well be comfortable." Jeri stood up and I finally noticed what he was wearing post-shower. I didn't know why I didn't notice before, truth is that I seldom noticed what anyone was wearing unless their outfit was outrageous or if a woman looked particularly sexy. I had no particular dress sense of my own and on the rare times I shopped for myself, I bought what seemed comfortable and usually whatever was on sale. Jeri was wearing something similar to what overweight male middle-aged bicycling fanatics wore - skin-tight bright orange Lycra shorts. They were definitely very short on him and the material seemed to be thinner than that worn by cyclists. They outlined his rear even more than the leggings he was wearing earlier. He certainly wasn't overweight and the material clung to his every curve. I thought perhaps they were part of his workout clothes but he said that he was going to have a nap so it seemed unlikely. He had on open sandals that seemed to have heels and accentuated his high, muscular rear as he walked to the couch. He turned to sit down and I saw that the shorts also clung to his considerable bulge, seemingly highlighting details of his equipment that even the leggings didn't disclose. His shirt was a sky blue top that looked like a women's garment, very tight around his hefty chest, with wide sleeves that went to about the middle of his hands. He spread his thick, muscular legs (manspreading) and patted the empty space next to him. I sat down tentatively, telling myself to be contrite and apologetic and get this over with quickly. "So Michael," Jeri started, patting my knee, "we need to talk about what's in that pretty head of yours. Not that I didn't enjoy your fondling my rear, but it was just so unexpected! What aren't you telling me, Michael? It's just us girls here, so let's be completely frank." "Jeri, I...I'm sorry. I did not intend to...to touch or fondle you in any way, I just don't know what came over me, I really don't. Please forgive me, I can guarantee you that it will never, ever happen again, and..." Jeri put his finger against my lips and I stopped talking. "Hush now Michael, there's no need for that. I don't need an apology, I'm just concerned, that's all. I feel that we have a rapport, we've been living together for a week after all and spending a lot of time together. I'm not angry or upset, just troubled that you seem, well, to be uncomfortable. All of a sudden you seem to be staring at me, or at least parts of me. What is it, Michael? You can tell me, we're together here in my apartment, just the two of us, you need to open up." Jeri had moved his hand from his knee to my thigh and was rubbing it gently. I was trying to shift to rearrange myself to hide my erection from him but he didn't seem to take any notice. "I..I don't know Jeri, I, well, I find...well...the clothes you're wearing today, they're...very revealing. I'm not used to men wearing such...such tight outfits. It's, I think, uh, they're very distracting, and..." "Oh thank you Michael, do you like my outfit? The shorts are new. I think they're supposed to be underwear but they're so nice and bright I thought they'd suit me better as outerwear. What do you think? They are a bit revealing, my, uh, tackle feels like someone is holding them tightly. The outline is a bit clear I guess. Do you think they're a bit too much, Michael?" Jeri leaned forward and his hand gripped my inner thigh. "Are they obscene? You can even tell that I've been circumcised, can't you? I should have tried them on in the store, who knew? Oh well, at least it's just the two of us here, it's not like I'm wearing them out in public." "Jeri, I...I do like them, but yes, they are not appropriate to wear as...as shorts. They'd be better as underwear." Jeri then took my hand and placed it on his hip. "But Michael, feel, they're all elastic, with shorts or pants over them I'd get too hot. It's not good for men to get too hot down there, right? It could impair my ability to, well, to perform, no? You wouldn't want that, would you?" Jeri pulled my hand back and forth over his hip and then took my other hand in his and put both of my hands onto his chest, on his beefy, hairless torso. "Time to be truthful, Michael. You want to touch me, don't you? I've watched you staring at me, at my ass, at my crotch, at my pecs, my shoulders, my biceps. What is it you want, Michael? Do you want permission to touch me? Is that it?" Jeri was guiding my hands which were rubbing his soft blouse-like top over his large pecs. "Touch my chest, Michael. I give you my permission. Or maybe you need to be told. Is that it, Michael? Do you want me to tell you what to do? Rub my chest over my shirt, Michael. Yes, make small circles with your hands. Is that nice?" I was rubbing the very male chest of the man I was renting a room from, who was wearing a women's blouse, and was loving every second. I felt dizzy, confused with my reaction, but couldn't stop. "Yes, Jeri, it is nice, it's...bliss. You have a fantastic chest, your body is perfect. I...I like feeling your chest." While I was doing this Jeri started to rub my inner thighs. Spreading my knees apart, looking me straight in the eyes the whole time. "Hands down now Michael." I immediate dropped my hands to my sides. Jeri kept rubbing my thighs, now and then brushing my rock-hard erection. I couldn't help but moan each time he did this. "You've never been with a man before Michael, I don't need to ask. Have you ever thought about it? Tell me everything. What did you imagine? I want details, Michael, and you want to tell me all about it. Let's hear all about it, everything." Jeri pulled me up by my arm and led me into his bedroom and guided me to sit on the bed with him next to me. "I...sometimes when I...when I'm alone and, well, when I need relief, I sometimes imagine a very fit man, with bulging muscles, would...well, I pretend he's pushing me down, on my back, and laying on top of me, holding my wrists down, pushing himself against me, forcing himself on me. Then I imagine him pushing his, himself, between my legs, between my thighs, and rubbing himself against me. I try to escape, to wiggle out of his grip, but he's too big and strong and he pushes me down and...and kisses me, grinding into me, our...our members against each other, and...and..." "Oh Michael, that's precious! This big hunk holds you down and grinds against you while you grind one out yourself! Pinning your wrists down and pushing, up and down, rubbing against you, until you finally come all over yourself. Lovely! In this fantasy does he ever order you to do things? Does this huge beast demand that you bend over to present yourself to him? Or maybe even that you to get down on your knees in front of him to service his cock? Sorry for the plain language Michael but let's be clear - do you fantasize this big, strong man telling you to suck him? To taste his hard, dripping cock? To lick it, to lick and suck on his big balls, right in your face as you kneel in front of him? I think you like being told what to do, don't you, Michael?" "Yes, yes, all of it, yes. I do. That's...well, my wife wanted me to take charge, you know, in the bedroom, but I didn't, I always wanted her to do that. She sometimes had too much to drink and bossed me around in bed, told me what to do and what she liked, and...I loved it. But it never continued and she wouldn't do it when I asked. I even sometimes wore her panties just to feel more...submissive, but she found out and called me all sorts of names that...that instead of shaming me just got me more excited. But...yes, Jeri, I like to be told what to do, to be bossed around, to be ordered, to...to..." Jeri stood up in front of me, his shorts now outlining his large, hard erection. "It's definitely your lucky day Michael. Probably the luckiest day of your life. It must be a pure coincidence that I just happen to like to tell my lovers what to do. Don't worry, dear Michael, we'll have lots of fun, you and I. Let's start now. Reach out and touch my cock through my panties. Go ahead, you want to touch it, so do it now, Michael. That's it, feel the hardness, the length of it. Now rub my balls underneath. Mmmm, that's nice, Michael, massage them gently, OK, now back to my rod. Run your hand over the whole length, back and forth. That's it, mmm, nice. Now try the backside." Jeri turned around so his rear was now near my face. "Touch it, Michael, go ahead, fondle it. Yes, both hands, isn't it nice? Big, round, taut, just like you imagined it. Now rub between the cheeks, yes, that's it Michael." Jeri turned back to face me, knelt down on the carpet in front of the bed and reached for my belt buckle. He unhooked it, unbuttoned the waist, pulled down the fly and gently lifted me up to pull my pants right off, pulling off my shoes on his way down, then taking off my socks. I was wearing tight white briefs and Jeri ran his hands all over them, front and rear, then peeled them off as well. "Michael! You have a very nice set you've been hiding from me. A bit hairy but we'll sort that out later. Very nice indeed!" Then he leaned over plunged his head down, taking my hard cock straight into his mouth, all the way down his throat until his nose was pressing against me. I was shocked but it felt sooo good...I'd never had any sort of head before, maybe a couple of quick licks as foreplay but nothing at all like this. Jeri sucked very hard, pulled back and pushed down again, maybe three or four times, then let it go out of his mouth with a soft 'pop'. He grabbed my head in his hands and forced his tongue into my mouth, giving me a deep, wet kiss. "Can you taste yourself, Michael? Yummy! You do taste nice. Suck my tongue, see if you can still taste it." I did as I was told, sucking his tongue and running mine around his mouth, savoring a little of the lingering taste. "Michael - you're a very easy conquest, you know that? Let's see...Michelle will do nicely. So Michelle, what next? Tell me what you want..." "I want you to, to...suck me some more, Jeri. It was wonderful, please..." "Oh Michelle, that was just a taste. I'm going to lay down on my front. There - you like what you see?" Jeri was wiggling his pert bottom, raising it off the bed and back down, rubbing himself on the bed. "Massage my legs, Michelle. Start from the back of my knees and move up my thighs. Tease me, Michelle, tease your lover, make me want you." I quickly moved over and put each hand on the back of a knee and slowly, sensually massaged Jeri's legs and then his thighs. I moved up slowly, stroking with my fingers to caress the inside of his thighs and back out again. I moved up so I was right at the edge of his panties and continued to massage his thighs. Jeri was slowly moving his bottom in little circles, pushing against the bed. "Michelle, that was very nice. I hope you liked it! Now slowly peel off my panties." Jeri raised his hips to make it easier and I peeled the very tight Lycra off his large, muscular rear, down his legs and off. I stared at his ass - it was perfect, I could just see the shape of his balls between his cheeks. I couldn't help myself and started to stroke myself, my erect cock was dripping. Jeri immediately rolled over and slapped my hand away. "Bad girl! I say when you can touch yourself and certainly not when you are supposed to be concentrating on me! If you don't leave that alone I'll lock it up and I'm sure you won't like that, would you, Michelle?" "I'm sorry Jeri, it won't happen again," I whined. I was starting to sound like a frightened virgin, which of course was close to the truth. Jeri rolled back onto his front again. "OK, Michelle, last warning, if it happens again you'll be punished. Mmmm...you'll probably like that but not as much as me! Now get your tongue working." Jeri spread his knees apart and raised his ass off the bed but kept his head down. His beautiful ass was standing proud off the bed and I was breathing hard, at his beck and call, his to command. I wasn't sure where to start or what exactly he wanted. Up until now Jeri had directed my every movement. I looked at his rear up in the air and thought that as he asked me to tease him, I'd start lower down. I licked him right where his upper thigh started to become his luscious rear, across one leg and then the other. Then I ventured a bit lower and took a tentative wipe with my tongue over his sack, his balls hanging low, big, bouncy and tempting. I tongued them all over, being careful with my teeth, then took each one into my mouth. I was gentle and loving, worshipping these soft ovals of love, slobbering over them, in my own little slice of heaven. This was so dirty, so forbidden, so...exciting! I was finally unleashing my pent-up desires and eagerly sucking on the fragrant, musty nuts of a man. Oh, if my wife could see me now! She's be disgusted, furious, and...probably dripping wet. I know I was, my skin felt electric as I tried to suck both balls at once, then gently licked the entire sack. I even got right underneath and had them cover my face in a tea-bag position I've seen on the Internet, letting the smell, the wetness from my mouth, his very maleness invade my senses. "Michelle! You little vixen! You must have done this before! Oh, you are good! Mmmm...Dee will never let you escape! Oh, we should just do this for hours. You love my balls, don't you Michelle? I should have had you here sucking on my nuts five minutes after showing you in...mmm, that's nice..." I gave them a series of little kisses then moved a few inches up to the skin between Jeri's balls and his puckered rosebud. I licked and kissed Jeri's perineum, the gateway to where I needed to go. But I wanted to tease Jeri by staying in this small area. "Mmmm, Michelle, that's nice. Shall we stop here? Call it off? You have work to do, don't you? Customers first, yes? What do you say?" I paused my kissing and licking. "No! Jeri, I...I was just getting to...you know! Please let me. Don't you want me to?" "Want what, Michelle? What is it that you want? Tell me." "I want to, well, to..." "I want to hear you Michelle." Jeri rolled onto his back, sat up and faced me, while I was still on my knees on the bed, with Jeri lying down right in front of me. He ran his finger around my lips and pushed his index finger into my mouth. "I know what you want, Michelle. You want to lick my ass, to push your tongue into my rosebud, to fuck me with your tongue. To push it into my warm, wet rear end, to pull my cheeks apart and kiss me right there. Oh, you dirty girl! To want to do such a thing, to fuck my ass with your tongue! Is that what a man would want, Michelle? Would a man suck another man's sweaty balls? Kiss them, lick them, worship them? Would a real man want to lick another man's hot, sweaty, musty ass? To run his tongue up and down my crack, to put his mouth right over the filthy sphincter of another man, to shove his greasy tongue up into my crinkled hole?" I was sucking on Jeri's finger as he plunged it in and out of my mouth. I felt like a dog in heat, desperately wanting to drop down and hump the bed, anything to get relief. I was so turned on that I would do anything Jeri asked, the more obscene the better. I felt debased, humiliated, completely ashamed of everything we were doing, mortified to be on this bed in this room with this strong, exquisite man who had me doing nasty, revolting things to him without using any force whatsoever. Jeri was large, fit and strong, but there was no constraint, no physical force, he was delving deep into my psyche, my id, to guide my actions. I now understood why I had failed with my marriage and with girlfriends - I needed this, to be told what to do by a strong, sexy man who controlled me. It was liberating but more than that, it was oxygen to a drowning man, and I couldn't go back to what I had been before. My plans to romance older single women disintegrated in my mind; this is what I craved, what I needed. I was hooked and I had just begun this voyage. Michael (now Michelle) and Jeri will return!