Becoming the Neighborhood Cock Sucker Part 1
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Knoxville is a great city to raise a family, with conservative, religious values, and I was fortunate to have lived there all my life. My name is Jason, and my life was typical I suppose, having met Emily, the girl who would become my wife, when we were juniors in high school. We dated for the rest of high school and then through college at the University of Tennessee.
We got married right after graduation, and both worked, living in an apartment for four years while we saved for a down payment on a home. We had our first of two c***dren after moving into our home, and we’ve been happy living on our cul-de-sac in a nice, established suburb of Knoxville.
There has been quite a bit of turnover in the people living near us, and by the time Emily and I were empty nesters, at the age of fifty-five, there were younger couples living next door on either side and across the street. Our best friends at that time were Bryan and Kelsey, a young couple who had moved in three years earlier. They had a baby, and we got along well, considering the differences in our ages. Bryan was thirty-two at the time the main events in this story began, and Kelsey was thirty.
Jeff and Marie live on the other side of us and are one year older than Bryan and Kelsey. We got along with everyone, but the younger couples became much closer friends, since they had more in common with young c***dren, and I think our age and generational differences made then less attracted to us as friends.
Emily and I are almost sixty years old now and this story reflects my memories from when we were fifty-five, up to the present.
The Party that Got Things Started
There was a lot of interaction with our neighbors, and we were having a cul-de-sac party on the Fourth of July. There were six couples sitting around in a big circle, while the k**s and dogs were playing in the yards. One of the neighbor’s wives, Olivia, made a comment to Kelsey about her eighteen-month-old son, Grant, who kept taking his diaper off and running around outside naked.
Olivia said, “Wow, Kelsey, it sure looks like Grant isn’t that fond of wearing clothes.”
Kelsey laughed, and said, “You should see him inside. He always likes to walk around naked.”
I was in a mischievous mood, and before I realized what I was doing, I laughed and blurted out, “Yeah, just like his daddy.”
Emily elbowed me for saying that, and I saw that Bryan’s face was turning red. He did make a quick comeback, though, saying, “I’m sure that everyone would like to hear how you know that, Jason. Are you a peeping Tom or something?”
That was my turn to be embarrassed, but I doubled down, saying, “Well, you can’t blame a guy for looking, since you’re such a handsome and fit man.”
Everyone laughed, but seemed a little uncomfortable, and I got the feeling that I had gone too far, especially since we weren’t as close with the younger couples as they were to each other. One of the other neighbors changed the subject, talking about a vacation they were planning for later in the summer, and I was glad to have the attention taken off me. But when I looked over at Bryan, he was looking intently at me, and had the strangest, fixated look on his face. At that point, I was afraid that I had pissed him off with my comments.
A Revealing Conversation with Bryan
July 4th was on a Friday that year, and I was out piddling in my garden shed on Saturday morning, when Bryan came over bringing a couple of beers with him. We sat drinking in the shade under a tree just outside the shed, and he asked, “What possessed you to make that comment yesterday, Jason? Seriously, man, have you been peeking in our windows or something?”
I answered, “Whoa, no, Bryan, I just had an impulse to make that stupid comment to get a laugh, and I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. But wait, is it true that you do walk around nude in the privacy of your home?”
He replied, “Yeah, well, I do sometimes when Grant’s napping or otherwise occupied, and I just thought you might have seen me somehow. Kelsey likes to see it all hanging out and swinging between my legs, even if she hasn’t been interested in sex in quite a while.”
I laughed, and said, “Sorry again, man, I didn’t know I was revealing any secrets.”
Then Bryan asked, “Were you serious when you made that comment about me being, as you said, ‘a handsome and fit man?’”
My comments on Friday were serendipitous, and I had no motive, but it seemed like Bryan had taken them seriously. So, I said, “Well, I wasn’t seriously trying to flatter you or anything, and just thought that made a good comeback to what you asked me about being a peeping tom. I’m not physically attracted to men, per se, but I actually do think you’re a good-looking man, and I’m a little jealous of the way you’re so fit, since you work out so much.”
Bryan said, “Okay, if you say so, Jason. I guess I was reading too much into your comments.”
That made me curious, and I asked, “You have to tell me now, Bryan, what were you reading into those things I said?”
He seemed nervous, as he responded, “No offense, man, but I’ve read where sometimes men in their fifties turn to having sex with other men, after their wives go through menopause and lose interest in sex. And a proportionately higher percentage of those men like taking a receiving role, if you know what I mean.”
I had led a conservative, family-focused life, and never even experimented with sex with boys as an older teenager. Emily and I didn’t even start having sex until our senior year in high school either. He was right, though, about my wife having lost interest in sex, and I’ll admit to being sexually frustrated. I wasn’t sure what Bryan meant about a man being a receiver, although I had some idea, and I wanted him to explain.
So, I said, “No, Bryan, I really don’t know what you mean by being a receiver.”
Bryan was uneasy then, since he saw that I didn’t have any experience with those things, and he had to feel like he was taking a risk to say anything more. But after a few seconds, he haltingly explained, “Well, uh, you see, no offense, Jason, but the uh, uh, a receiving man in a bisexual relationship with another man would be the one, you know, uh, sucking the other guy’s cock, or even, uh, being fucked in the ass.”
He had to have felt some relief, when I didn’t get upset, and instead, said, “Wow, Bryan, I’ve never heard anything about that kind of thing. Do you really think it’s that prevalent?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s prevalent,” he said, “since I read somewhere that only about two percent of men overall are bisexual. But it seems to me that the percentage would be higher in older men, because of their wives losing interest in sex and leaving them horny.”
I asked, “So, you thought because of my comments, that I might be interested in, what, sucking your cock or letting you fuck me?”
He smiled sheepishly, and responded, “I don’t know, well maybe, Jason, I just thought it wouldn’t hurt to bring it up.”
I asked, “Well how would a man know that he’s bisexual, or whatever, anyway, and why would you be interested in that with a beautiful young wife like Kelsey?”
Bryan answered, “From what I’ve read, psychologists argue about whether bisexuality is caused by nature or nurture, but I’m guessing it’s a combination of both. Maybe a man has that tendency but doesn’t act on it until the right opportunity arises. As far as how you’d know, I’m guessing that if your dick gets hard thinking about, talking about, or even seeing another man naked, then maybe you’re bisexual.
“And as far as Kelsey is concerned, she’s still breastfeeding Grant, and she hasn’t been interested in sex since he was born. I don’t know why the lack of interest, but it might be due to hormonal issues or something like that.”
I asked, “What does it mean to be bisexual, as opposed to being gay, anyway?”
He replied, “I’m no expert, but I think bisexual men are just attracted to other men’s genitals and the sexual acts, with no emotional attachments or effeminate affectations. You know, just sex for sex to either get off, or to enjoy getting other men off, or both. With gay men, I think they’re romantically attracted to other men, and get all huggy and kissy with them. So, I’d want it to be a bisexual man sucking my cock.”
I asked, “How do you think Kelsey would react if she knew you were trying to get your cock sucked by a man?”
Bryan replied, “You might find this hard to believe, but we’ve talked about it. Her lack of a sex drive for even sucking my cock has been a topic of dark humor and k**ding between us, since she knows I have a high libido. One day I told her in a teasing way, ‘Well shit, honey, I might just have to go out and find someone to suck my cock. I’m tired of masturbating.’
“She laughed and said, ‘Well, you’d better not get another woman to do it for you, or I’ll cut that thing off. You can probably find some hungry, cock sucking man to take loads from you on a regular basis.’ Even though we didn’t talk about it any further, and I thought she might be k**ding, I’m taking that as her approval to find at least a mouth to fuck.”
Something occurred to me, and I said, “You haven’t said anything about returning the favor. If you’re so eager about this bisexual thing, why wouldn’t you receive too? Don’t they call that a sixty-nine or something?”
He replied, “I’ve always been a macho, alpha male kind of guy, and I can’t envision myself being submissive to other men that way. But wait, I’ve you’re implying that you might be interested if I’d return the favor, then maybe I’ll have to…”
Bryan’s voice trailed off, almost like he was thinking about receiving too. I must admit that talking about it was a little arousing, but I had no intention of being his ‘receiver’. So, I said, “Look, Bryan, I’m not offended or anything, but I think you’ve chosen the wrong guy to approach. That’s my fault for the stupid comments I made, but we can forget about this and go on as neighbors.
Just the fact that I wasn’t offended might have emboldened him, since most men would have likely gotten pissed and walked away, and he said, “Okay, Jason, I can respect that, but you might want to give it a chance. Since our homes are close together, and your home office window is just opposite and a little higher than my bedroom window, maybe I’ll open the blinds at night with the lights on, and you can watch me parading around nude in my room. Who knows, buddy, it might raise a little interest and get your cock hard.”
For some reason I didn’t understand at the time, I didn’t want to totally shut him down. So, I laughed and said, “I can’t promise that I’ll go out of my way to look, but if you want to parade around nude for me, that’s your business. Although, if I happen to see the light on, then I might look out of curiosity, to see what Kelsey likes so much about what you have swinging between your legs.”
Bryan seemed happy that I at least remembered and commented on what he told me earlier, about Kelsey liking to see his junk swinging between his legs, and he said, “Okay, I guess that shows a little interest. But if you do go in there to check me out, flick your office light on and off a couple of times, so I know I have an audience.”
I remember being disturbed and excited, all at the same time, from my conversation with Bryan, and I found myself looking forward to seeing his cock that night, if he was going to be putting on a show for my benefit. It was getting dark out by the time Emily and I finished dinner, and when she turned on the television to watch a religious channel, I told her that I had some work to do in my office.”
Getting Excited Seeing Bryan’s Cock and Balls
I sat in the dark for about fifteen minutes, before I saw the light go on in Bryan’s bedroom, and I watched as he undressed. I got up to flick the lights as he wanted, and then settled down for the show.
Bryan is six feet and one inch tall and weighed what I guessed to be one hundred and eight-five of ninety pounds. He’s fit and has well-defined muscles, including impressive, six-pack abs, without being too bulky. He stood in front of the window, illuminated by the lamp on the bedside table, with his legs spread and swaying slowly side to side, making his genitals sway.
His soft, uncircumcised cock appeared to be over five inches long, very thick, meaty, and his foreskin covered the head. He also has lemon-sized, low-hanging, hairy balls, that hung down below the head of his cock. I could see why Kelsey enjoyed watching his genitals swing around, because even as a straight man, at least at that time, I thought he has an attractive package.
Bryan walked around a little, and then stood in front of the window again, as he gripped his cock and balls together in one hand, and kind of shook them at me. Then he squirted what looked like Astroglide lubricant on his cock, which I knew about from when Emily and I used it years before, and he stroked his cock as it quickly hardened.
I continued watching as his cock grew to what looked like about eight inches long and six inches in circumference. I realized then that I had been u*********sly rubbing my cock while watching him, and was surprised and concerned, thinking that I might have some bisexual tendencies.
I finally pulled my cock out of my pants and began stroking it too, and I luckily had the presence of mind to grab some tissues off the desk. Because as I watched, Bryan ejaculated in his hand, and I was amazed at how many big spurts of cum he produced. And just about the time he was ejaculating, my cock began to cum too, and I caught it in the tissue.
My cock is circumcised, and a decent-sized, six and a half inches long on hard, but not as thick as Bryan’s meat, and not as attractive, just barely hanging at all on soft. I was embarrassed for myself but also aroused, knowing that I had just jerked off while watching another man’s cock, but that was the best ejaculation I had had in years.
Bryan stood at the window, with cum still dripping out of his foreskin, as he wiped himself and his hand with some tissues. Then he gripped his cock and balls in one hand again, and shook them my way, as if offering them to me, before turning around. He bent over in front of the window, and I clearly saw his muscular ass, long, bulging perineum, and his legs spread, with his big balls hanging down and swinging between them. Then he turned around again and smiled, before going to turn off his bedroom light. I flicked my light again, to let him know that I had seen everything.
I flushed the tissues and went out to watch television with Emily, but I was feeling guilty and subdued after watching Bryan that way, and then ejaculating. I looked at my wife, remembering all the great sex we had in the past, and knew that I wasn’t gay. But I also couldn’t deny how arousing it was watching my neighbor, and the attraction I had to his cock and balls, as well as his perineum and ass.
Facing Bryan the Next Day
I went out to my shed after breakfast on Sunday, hoping that Bryan would see me and come over, because I felt funny about calling him, after watching him that way. Bryan must have been eager to talk it over too because he came right over, and we sat in the chairs inside my shed.
He was grinning as he said, “Thanks for flashing the lights again, to let me know you watched until my happy ending. I hope I didn’t offend you by taking it all the way, because I really got turned on knowing that you were watching me. You must have liked what you saw if you stayed the whole time. So, what did you think, Jason?”
I didn’t want to reveal too much about my feelings just yet, so I began, saying, “You certainly aren’t the bashful type, and I guess I was a little surprised that you would put on such and explicit show like that.”
Bryan seemed frustrated that I didn’t get to the point, and he asked more plainly, “Come on, you know what I meant; what did you think of my meat?”
I laughed and replied, “I can see now why Kelsey likes to watch you walking around nude. You have quite an impressive package, and I’m not one who has ever considered looking at another man that way and making a judgment on his genitals.”
He then asked, “Well, did it excite you enough watching me to consider, uh, you know, maybe being a receiver for me?”
I was mentally leaning in that direction, but I didn’t want to yield to him so easily. After all, I’m a family man who has been successful in life and is twenty-three years older than Bryan, which I thought gave me some seniority in the world, or at least in our neighborhood. The idea of so easily surrendering my self-respect by becoming subservient to a younger man was exciting in some ways but demeaning in others.
So, I answered, “I’ll admit that it was somewhat arousing watching you last night, Bryan, but it’s a big step to take another man’s cock into your mouth, especially with the amount of juice I saw you shooting last night. Damn, man, that was a flood of cum.”
He smiled at my comment, and said, “Yeah, I’ve always been an above-average cummer, even back in high school when we’d have circle jerk competitions. Kelsey has always complained about what a big mess I make in our bed, too. I talked to my doctor about it years ago, and he said that I might have a condition called hyperspermia. He measured my ejaculations a few times and said that I was consistently shooting over forty milliliters, while the average man shoots between three to five milliliters. But you’re avoiding answering me.”
I said, “Okay, okay, Bryan, it was more than a little arousing, and I have to admit that I whipped my cock out and stroked it, right along with you. So, I had a happy ending too. It’s kind of embarrassing to admit that to you.”
Bryan said, “Hey, neighbor, no need to be embarrassed. It’s starting to look like my instincts about you having an interest are true. Do you think you might be ready to meet my cock in the flesh?”
I responded, “Whoa, let’s slow this down just a little. Even if I did what to try it, which is a big fucking if, I’d be worried what you’d think of me afterwards. We’ve known each other for years on an equal basis, and if I submit myself to you like that, then I’m sure it will affect the way you see me, and I’d be diminished in your eyes.”
He was rubbing his cock lump in his athletic shorts, as he said, “I honestly don’t know how I’d feel, but I think we’d still be good friends, just with benefits. But look, maybe we can go slow and ease into it. You can reach over and rub my cock a little, just to get a feel of it, and we’ll see how that goes.”
Giving in to Sucking Cock for the First Time
I said, “I might be willing to try that, but I’m not so comfortable being the only one risking embarrassment and exposure to ridicule by touching you. I’d feel a lot better if you’d rub my cock too, so we’re both doing homo shit, and can’t as easily rat out the other guy.”
Bryan laughed, and said, “I have no intention of ratting anyone out, and if it helps you save face, I guess I can rub you too, to get this going.”
It was clear to me that he wanted to maintain a dominant role in our fledgling, sexual relationship, but he was willing to do anything to get me involved with his cock. I knew that he’d never be as enthusiastic as I might be in doing any ‘receiving’, but he was horny enough to at least try to make me think he would.
I hesitantly reached over to rub his crotch, and he didn’t move his hand as I was firmly gripping and rubbing his thick, soft cock. I had been rubbing his meat for what seemed like ten seconds, which is a long time in that kind of situation, and I said, “Come on, Bryan, you have to rub me too.”
He just laid his open hand on my crotch, and held it still, as I continued rubbing and stroking his cock over the slick, polyester material of his athletic shorts. I loved the feeling of his thick cock in my hand, and I felt his bulging veins and foreskin sliding back and forth, even over his shorts.
Bryan was starting to breathe hard, as my cock got hard under the heat of his motionless hand, and before I realized what he was doing, he lifted slightly and pushed his shorts down with his other hand. My hand was then flesh to flesh on his thick cock, since he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I looked down and saw his big balls hanging partially over the seat of the chair, and his cock was already oozing precum.
He started, almost imperceptibly at first, shifting his hips and fucking his cock into my hand, as he said, almost in a whisper, “Yeah, that’s it, Jason, stroke my big fucking cock for me. You’ve got a nice touch, and I knew you’d like it if I could get you to let yourself go. Aah, that’s nice, and I can tell that you’re a natural at this, since you didn’t even resist when I pushed down my shorts. You can reach over with the other hand and rub my balls for me too.”
Bryan was sitting on my right side, and I was stroking his cock with my right hand, so when I turned in my chair, and reached over a little to fondle his balls with my left hand, I was leaning down about halfway to his cock. He started pushing my head down closer to his cock, and that’s when I pulled back, and showed resistance, saying, “Slow down, buddy, you haven’t even touched my cock skin to skin yet, and you expect me to suck your cock?”
He seemed frustrated, and said, “Okay if I must. Push your shorts down for me.”
I removed my shorts and resumed stroking his cock and fondling his balls, as he laid his hand on my then hard cock, but still not stroking it. Then he pushed my head down again, and I was getting cold feet. His big, precum-oozing cock was only inches from my face, and I said, “I don’t know about this, Bryan, and don’t think I can go through with sucking you off.”
He wanted badly to get off, and said, “Okay, if you don’t think you’re ready, at least take my cock into your mouth for a few seconds to get it wet, so you can finish jacking me off.”
I really did want to taste his cock at that point, and I leaned down, as he pushed me down with his hand, and opened wide to take in his big cock head. I liked the taste of his precum and cock flesh and struggled to get more of his thick fuck meat into my mouth. I could hardly believe that I had taken his cock into my mouth, but I realized that I not only liked the taste and texture of his meat, but I also liked that strange new feeling of submitting myself to him.
Bryan held my head tightly on his cock and began thrusting into my mouth, as he said, “Sorry, buddy, it won’t take me long to cum now, and I’ve just got to shoot my load into your warm, wet mouth.”
He mentioned on Saturday that he considered himself to be an alpha male, and he was asserting his dominance by what he thought was forcing me to suck him off. He didn’t know that I enjoyed that new feeling of being used like that, and his forcefulness would give me an excuse to save face after it was over.
I began sucking his cock as he fucked my face, and it didn’t take him long to cum. I felt his cock stiffen further and get a little thicker, as it began to flex and throb, and his cock erupted with squirt after squirt of cum. He held my head more tightly so I couldn’t pull away, as I struggled to swallow his big load.
That was my first experience sucking a cock and swallowing cum, and I realized that I loved those thick, pulsing streams of his cock cream, and the feeling of being flooded by his cock juices.
I continued sucking his softening cock to get the remnants of his ejaculation, even after he released my head, and he said, “Oh fuck, that was amazing, and you sucked me so well, especially for your first time. Sorry again, Jason, but I just had to get you to suck me off, even if it took a little trickery and force. But you can stop sucking now, since I think you’ve totally drained my balls, and my meat is getting a little sensitive.”
He pushed me off his cock, and I was feeling so submissive, subdued, and embarrassed, as I faced him. I wanted to play to his dominant nature, while at the same time excusing my willingness to suck him off, and said, “Damn, Bryan, what made you decide to force me to suck you off? And shit, your cum just kept flowing and squirting like it’d never stop.”
Bryan smiled, and replied, “For the third time, I’m sorry that I tricked and forced you to suck me off, but I’m not sorry for how good it felt to ejaculate into your cunt mouth. And I guess I’m learning a little about myself too. I liked the feeling of forcing you to suck my cock, but you must admit that you liked it too. You were sucking my cock like a pro, and didn’t even struggle as you swallowed my load, and kept sucking for more. Come on, Jason, admit that you loved servicing me.”
I wanted to appear to be more reluctant about the whole thing than I really was, so I lied about not liking to be forced, which would make him like it even more. I said, “Okay, Bryan, I enjoyed that more than I could have imagined, but it is embarrassing for me. How can I trust you now, after you had your way with me so forcefully?”
He continued his dominating posture, saying, “This is the first time for me being sucked by a man, so I don’t have experience with it. But I think I’ve read you right from the beginning, about your previously unrealized bisexual tendencies. And from the way you so enthusiastically sucked my meat and swallowed my plentiful cream, I’m quite sure that you’ll be back for more.”
Whatever was left of my ego wouldn’t let me totally yield to him, without setting some conditions, and I said, “Yeah, but no matter how much I may have liked sucking you off, I’ll never do it again, unless you at least try sucking my cock too.”
Then I reached over and gripped his soft cock, before continuing, “So, if you want this big cock in my mouth again, then you’ll need to return the favor.
I knew that he would promise anything and then do the minimum to satisfy me when the time came, but I felt better pushing back. So, I wasn’t surprised when he said, “Okay, Jason, maybe we can try it in a couple of days. Kelsey’s taking the baby over to visit her mother across town on Tuesday night, and with a half-hour commute each way, and her usual two-hour visits, we’ll have plenty of time at my home then. I’ll have another big load for you by then.”
We got married right after graduation, and both worked, living in an apartment for four years while we saved for a down payment on a home. We had our first of two c***dren after moving into our home, and we’ve been happy living on our cul-de-sac in a nice, established suburb of Knoxville.
There has been quite a bit of turnover in the people living near us, and by the time Emily and I were empty nesters, at the age of fifty-five, there were younger couples living next door on either side and across the street. Our best friends at that time were Bryan and Kelsey, a young couple who had moved in three years earlier. They had a baby, and we got along well, considering the differences in our ages. Bryan was thirty-two at the time the main events in this story began, and Kelsey was thirty.
Jeff and Marie live on the other side of us and are one year older than Bryan and Kelsey. We got along with everyone, but the younger couples became much closer friends, since they had more in common with young c***dren, and I think our age and generational differences made then less attracted to us as friends.
Emily and I are almost sixty years old now and this story reflects my memories from when we were fifty-five, up to the present.
The Party that Got Things Started
There was a lot of interaction with our neighbors, and we were having a cul-de-sac party on the Fourth of July. There were six couples sitting around in a big circle, while the k**s and dogs were playing in the yards. One of the neighbor’s wives, Olivia, made a comment to Kelsey about her eighteen-month-old son, Grant, who kept taking his diaper off and running around outside naked.
Olivia said, “Wow, Kelsey, it sure looks like Grant isn’t that fond of wearing clothes.”
Kelsey laughed, and said, “You should see him inside. He always likes to walk around naked.”
I was in a mischievous mood, and before I realized what I was doing, I laughed and blurted out, “Yeah, just like his daddy.”
Emily elbowed me for saying that, and I saw that Bryan’s face was turning red. He did make a quick comeback, though, saying, “I’m sure that everyone would like to hear how you know that, Jason. Are you a peeping Tom or something?”
That was my turn to be embarrassed, but I doubled down, saying, “Well, you can’t blame a guy for looking, since you’re such a handsome and fit man.”
Everyone laughed, but seemed a little uncomfortable, and I got the feeling that I had gone too far, especially since we weren’t as close with the younger couples as they were to each other. One of the other neighbors changed the subject, talking about a vacation they were planning for later in the summer, and I was glad to have the attention taken off me. But when I looked over at Bryan, he was looking intently at me, and had the strangest, fixated look on his face. At that point, I was afraid that I had pissed him off with my comments.
A Revealing Conversation with Bryan
July 4th was on a Friday that year, and I was out piddling in my garden shed on Saturday morning, when Bryan came over bringing a couple of beers with him. We sat drinking in the shade under a tree just outside the shed, and he asked, “What possessed you to make that comment yesterday, Jason? Seriously, man, have you been peeking in our windows or something?”
I answered, “Whoa, no, Bryan, I just had an impulse to make that stupid comment to get a laugh, and I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. But wait, is it true that you do walk around nude in the privacy of your home?”
He replied, “Yeah, well, I do sometimes when Grant’s napping or otherwise occupied, and I just thought you might have seen me somehow. Kelsey likes to see it all hanging out and swinging between my legs, even if she hasn’t been interested in sex in quite a while.”
I laughed, and said, “Sorry again, man, I didn’t know I was revealing any secrets.”
Then Bryan asked, “Were you serious when you made that comment about me being, as you said, ‘a handsome and fit man?’”
My comments on Friday were serendipitous, and I had no motive, but it seemed like Bryan had taken them seriously. So, I said, “Well, I wasn’t seriously trying to flatter you or anything, and just thought that made a good comeback to what you asked me about being a peeping tom. I’m not physically attracted to men, per se, but I actually do think you’re a good-looking man, and I’m a little jealous of the way you’re so fit, since you work out so much.”
Bryan said, “Okay, if you say so, Jason. I guess I was reading too much into your comments.”
That made me curious, and I asked, “You have to tell me now, Bryan, what were you reading into those things I said?”
He seemed nervous, as he responded, “No offense, man, but I’ve read where sometimes men in their fifties turn to having sex with other men, after their wives go through menopause and lose interest in sex. And a proportionately higher percentage of those men like taking a receiving role, if you know what I mean.”
I had led a conservative, family-focused life, and never even experimented with sex with boys as an older teenager. Emily and I didn’t even start having sex until our senior year in high school either. He was right, though, about my wife having lost interest in sex, and I’ll admit to being sexually frustrated. I wasn’t sure what Bryan meant about a man being a receiver, although I had some idea, and I wanted him to explain.
So, I said, “No, Bryan, I really don’t know what you mean by being a receiver.”
Bryan was uneasy then, since he saw that I didn’t have any experience with those things, and he had to feel like he was taking a risk to say anything more. But after a few seconds, he haltingly explained, “Well, uh, you see, no offense, Jason, but the uh, uh, a receiving man in a bisexual relationship with another man would be the one, you know, uh, sucking the other guy’s cock, or even, uh, being fucked in the ass.”
He had to have felt some relief, when I didn’t get upset, and instead, said, “Wow, Bryan, I’ve never heard anything about that kind of thing. Do you really think it’s that prevalent?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s prevalent,” he said, “since I read somewhere that only about two percent of men overall are bisexual. But it seems to me that the percentage would be higher in older men, because of their wives losing interest in sex and leaving them horny.”
I asked, “So, you thought because of my comments, that I might be interested in, what, sucking your cock or letting you fuck me?”
He smiled sheepishly, and responded, “I don’t know, well maybe, Jason, I just thought it wouldn’t hurt to bring it up.”
I asked, “Well how would a man know that he’s bisexual, or whatever, anyway, and why would you be interested in that with a beautiful young wife like Kelsey?”
Bryan answered, “From what I’ve read, psychologists argue about whether bisexuality is caused by nature or nurture, but I’m guessing it’s a combination of both. Maybe a man has that tendency but doesn’t act on it until the right opportunity arises. As far as how you’d know, I’m guessing that if your dick gets hard thinking about, talking about, or even seeing another man naked, then maybe you’re bisexual.
“And as far as Kelsey is concerned, she’s still breastfeeding Grant, and she hasn’t been interested in sex since he was born. I don’t know why the lack of interest, but it might be due to hormonal issues or something like that.”
I asked, “What does it mean to be bisexual, as opposed to being gay, anyway?”
He replied, “I’m no expert, but I think bisexual men are just attracted to other men’s genitals and the sexual acts, with no emotional attachments or effeminate affectations. You know, just sex for sex to either get off, or to enjoy getting other men off, or both. With gay men, I think they’re romantically attracted to other men, and get all huggy and kissy with them. So, I’d want it to be a bisexual man sucking my cock.”
I asked, “How do you think Kelsey would react if she knew you were trying to get your cock sucked by a man?”
Bryan replied, “You might find this hard to believe, but we’ve talked about it. Her lack of a sex drive for even sucking my cock has been a topic of dark humor and k**ding between us, since she knows I have a high libido. One day I told her in a teasing way, ‘Well shit, honey, I might just have to go out and find someone to suck my cock. I’m tired of masturbating.’
“She laughed and said, ‘Well, you’d better not get another woman to do it for you, or I’ll cut that thing off. You can probably find some hungry, cock sucking man to take loads from you on a regular basis.’ Even though we didn’t talk about it any further, and I thought she might be k**ding, I’m taking that as her approval to find at least a mouth to fuck.”
Something occurred to me, and I said, “You haven’t said anything about returning the favor. If you’re so eager about this bisexual thing, why wouldn’t you receive too? Don’t they call that a sixty-nine or something?”
He replied, “I’ve always been a macho, alpha male kind of guy, and I can’t envision myself being submissive to other men that way. But wait, I’ve you’re implying that you might be interested if I’d return the favor, then maybe I’ll have to…”
Bryan’s voice trailed off, almost like he was thinking about receiving too. I must admit that talking about it was a little arousing, but I had no intention of being his ‘receiver’. So, I said, “Look, Bryan, I’m not offended or anything, but I think you’ve chosen the wrong guy to approach. That’s my fault for the stupid comments I made, but we can forget about this and go on as neighbors.
Just the fact that I wasn’t offended might have emboldened him, since most men would have likely gotten pissed and walked away, and he said, “Okay, Jason, I can respect that, but you might want to give it a chance. Since our homes are close together, and your home office window is just opposite and a little higher than my bedroom window, maybe I’ll open the blinds at night with the lights on, and you can watch me parading around nude in my room. Who knows, buddy, it might raise a little interest and get your cock hard.”
For some reason I didn’t understand at the time, I didn’t want to totally shut him down. So, I laughed and said, “I can’t promise that I’ll go out of my way to look, but if you want to parade around nude for me, that’s your business. Although, if I happen to see the light on, then I might look out of curiosity, to see what Kelsey likes so much about what you have swinging between your legs.”
Bryan seemed happy that I at least remembered and commented on what he told me earlier, about Kelsey liking to see his junk swinging between his legs, and he said, “Okay, I guess that shows a little interest. But if you do go in there to check me out, flick your office light on and off a couple of times, so I know I have an audience.”
I remember being disturbed and excited, all at the same time, from my conversation with Bryan, and I found myself looking forward to seeing his cock that night, if he was going to be putting on a show for my benefit. It was getting dark out by the time Emily and I finished dinner, and when she turned on the television to watch a religious channel, I told her that I had some work to do in my office.”
Getting Excited Seeing Bryan’s Cock and Balls
I sat in the dark for about fifteen minutes, before I saw the light go on in Bryan’s bedroom, and I watched as he undressed. I got up to flick the lights as he wanted, and then settled down for the show.
Bryan is six feet and one inch tall and weighed what I guessed to be one hundred and eight-five of ninety pounds. He’s fit and has well-defined muscles, including impressive, six-pack abs, without being too bulky. He stood in front of the window, illuminated by the lamp on the bedside table, with his legs spread and swaying slowly side to side, making his genitals sway.
His soft, uncircumcised cock appeared to be over five inches long, very thick, meaty, and his foreskin covered the head. He also has lemon-sized, low-hanging, hairy balls, that hung down below the head of his cock. I could see why Kelsey enjoyed watching his genitals swing around, because even as a straight man, at least at that time, I thought he has an attractive package.
Bryan walked around a little, and then stood in front of the window again, as he gripped his cock and balls together in one hand, and kind of shook them at me. Then he squirted what looked like Astroglide lubricant on his cock, which I knew about from when Emily and I used it years before, and he stroked his cock as it quickly hardened.
I continued watching as his cock grew to what looked like about eight inches long and six inches in circumference. I realized then that I had been u*********sly rubbing my cock while watching him, and was surprised and concerned, thinking that I might have some bisexual tendencies.
I finally pulled my cock out of my pants and began stroking it too, and I luckily had the presence of mind to grab some tissues off the desk. Because as I watched, Bryan ejaculated in his hand, and I was amazed at how many big spurts of cum he produced. And just about the time he was ejaculating, my cock began to cum too, and I caught it in the tissue.
My cock is circumcised, and a decent-sized, six and a half inches long on hard, but not as thick as Bryan’s meat, and not as attractive, just barely hanging at all on soft. I was embarrassed for myself but also aroused, knowing that I had just jerked off while watching another man’s cock, but that was the best ejaculation I had had in years.
Bryan stood at the window, with cum still dripping out of his foreskin, as he wiped himself and his hand with some tissues. Then he gripped his cock and balls in one hand again, and shook them my way, as if offering them to me, before turning around. He bent over in front of the window, and I clearly saw his muscular ass, long, bulging perineum, and his legs spread, with his big balls hanging down and swinging between them. Then he turned around again and smiled, before going to turn off his bedroom light. I flicked my light again, to let him know that I had seen everything.
I flushed the tissues and went out to watch television with Emily, but I was feeling guilty and subdued after watching Bryan that way, and then ejaculating. I looked at my wife, remembering all the great sex we had in the past, and knew that I wasn’t gay. But I also couldn’t deny how arousing it was watching my neighbor, and the attraction I had to his cock and balls, as well as his perineum and ass.
Facing Bryan the Next Day
I went out to my shed after breakfast on Sunday, hoping that Bryan would see me and come over, because I felt funny about calling him, after watching him that way. Bryan must have been eager to talk it over too because he came right over, and we sat in the chairs inside my shed.
He was grinning as he said, “Thanks for flashing the lights again, to let me know you watched until my happy ending. I hope I didn’t offend you by taking it all the way, because I really got turned on knowing that you were watching me. You must have liked what you saw if you stayed the whole time. So, what did you think, Jason?”
I didn’t want to reveal too much about my feelings just yet, so I began, saying, “You certainly aren’t the bashful type, and I guess I was a little surprised that you would put on such and explicit show like that.”
Bryan seemed frustrated that I didn’t get to the point, and he asked more plainly, “Come on, you know what I meant; what did you think of my meat?”
I laughed and replied, “I can see now why Kelsey likes to watch you walking around nude. You have quite an impressive package, and I’m not one who has ever considered looking at another man that way and making a judgment on his genitals.”
He then asked, “Well, did it excite you enough watching me to consider, uh, you know, maybe being a receiver for me?”
I was mentally leaning in that direction, but I didn’t want to yield to him so easily. After all, I’m a family man who has been successful in life and is twenty-three years older than Bryan, which I thought gave me some seniority in the world, or at least in our neighborhood. The idea of so easily surrendering my self-respect by becoming subservient to a younger man was exciting in some ways but demeaning in others.
So, I answered, “I’ll admit that it was somewhat arousing watching you last night, Bryan, but it’s a big step to take another man’s cock into your mouth, especially with the amount of juice I saw you shooting last night. Damn, man, that was a flood of cum.”
He smiled at my comment, and said, “Yeah, I’ve always been an above-average cummer, even back in high school when we’d have circle jerk competitions. Kelsey has always complained about what a big mess I make in our bed, too. I talked to my doctor about it years ago, and he said that I might have a condition called hyperspermia. He measured my ejaculations a few times and said that I was consistently shooting over forty milliliters, while the average man shoots between three to five milliliters. But you’re avoiding answering me.”
I said, “Okay, okay, Bryan, it was more than a little arousing, and I have to admit that I whipped my cock out and stroked it, right along with you. So, I had a happy ending too. It’s kind of embarrassing to admit that to you.”
Bryan said, “Hey, neighbor, no need to be embarrassed. It’s starting to look like my instincts about you having an interest are true. Do you think you might be ready to meet my cock in the flesh?”
I responded, “Whoa, let’s slow this down just a little. Even if I did what to try it, which is a big fucking if, I’d be worried what you’d think of me afterwards. We’ve known each other for years on an equal basis, and if I submit myself to you like that, then I’m sure it will affect the way you see me, and I’d be diminished in your eyes.”
He was rubbing his cock lump in his athletic shorts, as he said, “I honestly don’t know how I’d feel, but I think we’d still be good friends, just with benefits. But look, maybe we can go slow and ease into it. You can reach over and rub my cock a little, just to get a feel of it, and we’ll see how that goes.”
Giving in to Sucking Cock for the First Time
I said, “I might be willing to try that, but I’m not so comfortable being the only one risking embarrassment and exposure to ridicule by touching you. I’d feel a lot better if you’d rub my cock too, so we’re both doing homo shit, and can’t as easily rat out the other guy.”
Bryan laughed, and said, “I have no intention of ratting anyone out, and if it helps you save face, I guess I can rub you too, to get this going.”
It was clear to me that he wanted to maintain a dominant role in our fledgling, sexual relationship, but he was willing to do anything to get me involved with his cock. I knew that he’d never be as enthusiastic as I might be in doing any ‘receiving’, but he was horny enough to at least try to make me think he would.
I hesitantly reached over to rub his crotch, and he didn’t move his hand as I was firmly gripping and rubbing his thick, soft cock. I had been rubbing his meat for what seemed like ten seconds, which is a long time in that kind of situation, and I said, “Come on, Bryan, you have to rub me too.”
He just laid his open hand on my crotch, and held it still, as I continued rubbing and stroking his cock over the slick, polyester material of his athletic shorts. I loved the feeling of his thick cock in my hand, and I felt his bulging veins and foreskin sliding back and forth, even over his shorts.
Bryan was starting to breathe hard, as my cock got hard under the heat of his motionless hand, and before I realized what he was doing, he lifted slightly and pushed his shorts down with his other hand. My hand was then flesh to flesh on his thick cock, since he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I looked down and saw his big balls hanging partially over the seat of the chair, and his cock was already oozing precum.
He started, almost imperceptibly at first, shifting his hips and fucking his cock into my hand, as he said, almost in a whisper, “Yeah, that’s it, Jason, stroke my big fucking cock for me. You’ve got a nice touch, and I knew you’d like it if I could get you to let yourself go. Aah, that’s nice, and I can tell that you’re a natural at this, since you didn’t even resist when I pushed down my shorts. You can reach over with the other hand and rub my balls for me too.”
Bryan was sitting on my right side, and I was stroking his cock with my right hand, so when I turned in my chair, and reached over a little to fondle his balls with my left hand, I was leaning down about halfway to his cock. He started pushing my head down closer to his cock, and that’s when I pulled back, and showed resistance, saying, “Slow down, buddy, you haven’t even touched my cock skin to skin yet, and you expect me to suck your cock?”
He seemed frustrated, and said, “Okay if I must. Push your shorts down for me.”
I removed my shorts and resumed stroking his cock and fondling his balls, as he laid his hand on my then hard cock, but still not stroking it. Then he pushed my head down again, and I was getting cold feet. His big, precum-oozing cock was only inches from my face, and I said, “I don’t know about this, Bryan, and don’t think I can go through with sucking you off.”
He wanted badly to get off, and said, “Okay, if you don’t think you’re ready, at least take my cock into your mouth for a few seconds to get it wet, so you can finish jacking me off.”
I really did want to taste his cock at that point, and I leaned down, as he pushed me down with his hand, and opened wide to take in his big cock head. I liked the taste of his precum and cock flesh and struggled to get more of his thick fuck meat into my mouth. I could hardly believe that I had taken his cock into my mouth, but I realized that I not only liked the taste and texture of his meat, but I also liked that strange new feeling of submitting myself to him.
Bryan held my head tightly on his cock and began thrusting into my mouth, as he said, “Sorry, buddy, it won’t take me long to cum now, and I’ve just got to shoot my load into your warm, wet mouth.”
He mentioned on Saturday that he considered himself to be an alpha male, and he was asserting his dominance by what he thought was forcing me to suck him off. He didn’t know that I enjoyed that new feeling of being used like that, and his forcefulness would give me an excuse to save face after it was over.
I began sucking his cock as he fucked my face, and it didn’t take him long to cum. I felt his cock stiffen further and get a little thicker, as it began to flex and throb, and his cock erupted with squirt after squirt of cum. He held my head more tightly so I couldn’t pull away, as I struggled to swallow his big load.
That was my first experience sucking a cock and swallowing cum, and I realized that I loved those thick, pulsing streams of his cock cream, and the feeling of being flooded by his cock juices.
I continued sucking his softening cock to get the remnants of his ejaculation, even after he released my head, and he said, “Oh fuck, that was amazing, and you sucked me so well, especially for your first time. Sorry again, Jason, but I just had to get you to suck me off, even if it took a little trickery and force. But you can stop sucking now, since I think you’ve totally drained my balls, and my meat is getting a little sensitive.”
He pushed me off his cock, and I was feeling so submissive, subdued, and embarrassed, as I faced him. I wanted to play to his dominant nature, while at the same time excusing my willingness to suck him off, and said, “Damn, Bryan, what made you decide to force me to suck you off? And shit, your cum just kept flowing and squirting like it’d never stop.”
Bryan smiled, and replied, “For the third time, I’m sorry that I tricked and forced you to suck me off, but I’m not sorry for how good it felt to ejaculate into your cunt mouth. And I guess I’m learning a little about myself too. I liked the feeling of forcing you to suck my cock, but you must admit that you liked it too. You were sucking my cock like a pro, and didn’t even struggle as you swallowed my load, and kept sucking for more. Come on, Jason, admit that you loved servicing me.”
I wanted to appear to be more reluctant about the whole thing than I really was, so I lied about not liking to be forced, which would make him like it even more. I said, “Okay, Bryan, I enjoyed that more than I could have imagined, but it is embarrassing for me. How can I trust you now, after you had your way with me so forcefully?”
He continued his dominating posture, saying, “This is the first time for me being sucked by a man, so I don’t have experience with it. But I think I’ve read you right from the beginning, about your previously unrealized bisexual tendencies. And from the way you so enthusiastically sucked my meat and swallowed my plentiful cream, I’m quite sure that you’ll be back for more.”
Whatever was left of my ego wouldn’t let me totally yield to him, without setting some conditions, and I said, “Yeah, but no matter how much I may have liked sucking you off, I’ll never do it again, unless you at least try sucking my cock too.”
Then I reached over and gripped his soft cock, before continuing, “So, if you want this big cock in my mouth again, then you’ll need to return the favor.
I knew that he would promise anything and then do the minimum to satisfy me when the time came, but I felt better pushing back. So, I wasn’t surprised when he said, “Okay, Jason, maybe we can try it in a couple of days. Kelsey’s taking the baby over to visit her mother across town on Tuesday night, and with a half-hour commute each way, and her usual two-hour visits, we’ll have plenty of time at my home then. I’ll have another big load for you by then.”
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