A Quiet Life
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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Life for me was always predictable. I am John Dewall. Dad was a prosperous stock broker. My mother was always distant and difficult. Some women lack the gene for raising children or any tendency to show affection. She was one of those women. The house keeper was loving and the gardener was nice.
My mother had once been pretty and was an heiress. I think she wanted a husband for status; she did not want to be a spinster. I never found out if she had ever been pleasant. When Dad was home, he was nice, but he wasn't home much. He did a lot of international deals. Life was okay but not great. I did well at school, but Betty, the housekeeper, went to the meetings with the teachers when needed. Mom was usually away or too busy.
Robert, the gardener, was the man around the house. He lived in a room behind the carriage house, which was now the garage and garden shed. It was my mother's family home and while she wasn't interested in gardening, she wanted it to be kept up in case the neighbors think she had let it go. Robert also does all the repairs to the house.
Usually I eat in the kitchen with Robert and Mrs. Smith. When she is home, Mom eats in the dining room or takes a tray in her bedroom. It is a quiet life.
I was 12 when I went to the carriage house and heard noises coming from Robert's room. I peeked in and saw Robert with Mr. Sudbury, the next-door neighbor. They were naked. I had never seen a naked adult man before and I was amazed at the size of their cocks. They were both large and sticking out straight. At the time, I thought the cock was for piddling only. Robert's was especially impressive.
I was surprised when Mr. Sudbury dropped to his knees and began to suck on Robert's cock. Robert seemed to like that, but Mr. Sudbury seemed to like it as much, if not more. After a while, Mr. Sudbury stood up and Robert dropped to his knees. Mr. Sudbury really liked that. A few minutes later Mr. Sudbury cried, "I'm close."
Robert pulled back from Mr. Sudbury's cock. Mr. Sudbury's cock looked bigger than it had before and the tip part was shinny. A second later a big blob of white stuff shot out of it and landed in Robert's mouth. Robert began sucking again. Mr. Sudbury twitched every few seconds. He moaned each time he twitched he cried "It's too much!"
Robert stopped sucking and looked up at him. "You know the rules. I get every drop," he said and then he returned to sucking. When he finally stopped sucking Mr. Sudbury's cock was back to its normal size. "You do me the next time," Robert said.
"You want me to take it in the mouth this time?" Mr. Sudbury asked.
"I guess it's time," Robert said. They began to get dressed so I went back to the house. I didn't know what they had done exactly, but I knew it was special and good. Later, I figured out this was Ladies' Day at the golf club. Both Mrs. Sudbury and my mother loved golf and they both wanted to be the club champion. They never missed Wednesdays at the club. It turned out that Mr. Sudbury always took that day off and he came to visit Robert at 3:30 every Wednesday afternoon. I made it a point to be home that day.
I did well at school academically, and since we had to do a team sport I joined the swimming team when I was 14. I was also on the academic team. I was good in history and literature. Swim team practices were in the morning before school. We had several members who were on the basketball team, they practiced in the afternoon and that was a more important sport, so we had the 6:30 AM time slot.
That was good for me since it left my afternoons open for my watching sessions with Robert. He normally was with Mr. Sudbury, but sometimes he was with a friend who was with the UPS. Once and a while Mr. Wellington came by. He was a big gorilla of a man, hairy and massive.
Sometime between 14 and 15, my cock grew and was about the size of Robert's organ. My body hair was growing too. The guys in the gym teased me and said that I was an ape man. Robert had a hairy chest, and Mr. Wellington was hairy everywhere. I felt more adult than the twinks who teased me. As my cock grew, the teasing stopped.
I knew that Robert was having sex with these men, and I knew this was very secret. I had discovered how to jerk off and I did that a lot. I thought that sex with another man was better, and I was pretty sure it was much better. I wanted to find out through actual experience.
I was getting bigger and it was harder to watch the sex sessions without being detected. Robert drove me to the early morning swim team practices. One day, I got up my nerve and told him I had been watching. He was unhappy about that. "Are you going to turn me in?" he asked.
"Hell no," I said. "To tell you the truth, I would really like to join in."
"You know that if you ever told anyone about this, you could ruin a lot of lives?" he asked.
"I've been watching you since I was 12. I have never mentioned a word about it," I said. "I would never do that."
"Thank you for that," he said. "I know you are mature for your age and I've seen you at the pool. You certainly are fully equipped. Legally you are still a minor. It is way too dangerous for me, and I'm not sure it would be good for you."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You have noticed I like man sex. There are no training wheels," he explained. "Sucking a cock is one thing, a mouth full of sperm is another. That is too much for some guys."
"Like Mr. Sudbury?" I asked.
Robert nodded. "You have been watching for a while," he said. "I would hate for you to get into something that shocks or disgusts you. Most guys who share our tastes are fine with sucking. Fucking is very different. It isn't always good the first time or every time. I'm 45 years old. It took me years to get over a bad first experience."
"What if no one wants me?" I asked.
Robert smiled. "Let me assure you that will not be a problem. I've seen the men watching you at the swim meets. There will be a line. You have the best bulge on the team. Men notice that," he said.
"Are you sure about that?" I asked.
"I sure am!" he replied. "You have a big one, that attracts men with a certain preference. Incidentally this includes Mr. Jones, the assistant coach."
"Really?" I exclaimed.
"The bulge is good, but he's seen you naked," Robert said. "That is when you need to be careful. You could destroy his life with a ten-minute blow job. Make sure you don't lead him on. He doesn't deserve to ruin his life for some fun."
"I understand," I replied. "Now if a came by to see you after my 18th Birthday, would you or any of your friends be interested?"
"I hate to say this, but the answer is yes," Robert replied. "At 18 you turn from being a horny boy into a horse-hung, stud muffin." I laughed. We were at school and I went to swim team practice. When I saw Coach Jones, I knew immediately that Robert had been right about that. If I was foolish I could let that happen. Luckily, I am neither foolish or impulsive. I am one of those boring kids who are responsible and thoughtful.
My life changed dramatically when I was 16-years-old. My mother, who was strong as a horse got sick. She regarded this as a cruel trick and did not take it well. Dad came home and tried to get her to take the Doctor's recommendations. She went on the web and sought out every possible crackpot treatment available. She found a clinic in Thailand which promised a cure. It was very expensive and has the service of a five-star hotel. She left and I never saw her again. That didn't change my life much, but it was a shock.
The biggest change occurred when a kid named Rob joined the swim team. His family moved to the area and enrolled him in our school. It is a private school and most of us had been there since kindergarten. Welcoming new students was not part of the school's tradition.
Rob was a good swimmer, but the stars of our team came from good families, so Rob was stuck with the relay swimmers like me. He was strong and tall. He had black hair and had a well repaired hair lip. I said hello and we soon got along well. He was also well equipped and was the only man on the team who was as well hung as I was. He and I noticed that the first time we were in the showers together.
His parents both worked and he spent most afternoons alone in his house. I had a car by then and I drove him home, and we talked. His interests were chemistry and physics. We were both oddballs in the school.
I think that every gay kid in school thinks he is the only one in the school that is gay. I was getting dressed in the locker room after a shower and became erect. It was one of those strange erections that come out of nowhere for no reason. Coach Jones saw it as did Rob. The Head Coach came in and Jones moved to hide my erection from the head coach. That meant that it was in full view of Rob. He smiled.
When I drove him home, we were silent. "You sure have a nice one," Rob finally said. "It's hell when you get an erection and can't stroke it."
"I do that enough to keep in practice," I said. "I assume yours is the same size as mine when it's hard?"
"It's hard to tell without a ruler," he replied. "Do you know anyone who has a bigger one?"
"There is one guy I know, the gardener at my house," I said. "He is an old guy. He's in his forties."
"I know you can do lots of things with a cock, but I've never done any of them except jerk off," Rob said. "I've seen some of my dad's porno vids. Most were straight, but some were of men who got it on. Have you seen any like that?"
I was silent for a while, and then said, "I've seen guys doing it. I was hidden and they didn't know I was watching. They were older men and I think they knew what they were doing."
"Was it hot?" Rob asked.
"It was good. The guys were really into it," I said. "Yes, it was hot."
"Do you think it was better than jerking off?" Rob asked.
I smiled. "I am almost positive it was better than jerking off," I said.
Rob put his hand on my leg. "Do you think we could do some experimenting? My house is empty."
"We might try that," I said. There is one thing. Could we make a rule that if one of us does it the other will do it too?"
"Are you thinking about cock sucking?" he asked. I nodded. "That rule is fine with me," he added.
Rob lived in a big house with a three-car garage and a swimming pool. Rob lived in the attic. It was a fancy attic. His bed was there but there was also a rec room and a huge shower. The last owner of the house had five boys who lived here and called it the dorm.
We got naked and I did what Robert did; I dropped to my knees and sucked. I don't know what I expected, it was good. I thought it would be shocking and odd. As soon as my lips touched his cock, I knew this was for me. It was what I was born to do. Rob moaned as I took more of his cock into my mouth.
"That's wonderful," he said.
I pulled back leaving only his cock head in my mouth. I ran my tongue around the flared knob. I had tried to avoid the slit, but then decided to take the plunge. Rob had a wide slit and I licked it. it was sweet tasting. I knew my own cock oozed some sweet stuff right before I shoot off. I forced the tip of my tongue into the slit and tasted more of the sweet goo.
I suddenly realized I had turned him on. I shivered in excitement in realization that this was the first time I had excited a man. Rob's organ was big, but I could take most of it. It was also sensitive and Rob seemed to react to every lick.
His cock was now oozing the sweet stuff more; it was almost flowing. A second later he unloaded his balls. It was a flood of man cream. At the time, I thought this was a special load for me. I later realized this was Rob's standard load. I also found out he could produce a similar load three of four times a day. I was lucky I liked it.
He told me he was wiped out and asked if he could do me another time. I said that was fine. Much to my surprise, when I took him home two days later he sucked me off, complete with cum swallowing. Soon we discovered we could each produce two orgasms per session. We always ate the cream, since that was the only evidence we had shot off.
A week or two later we tried the 69 position. That was a complete success. By then I could take his entire cock and suction his cock juices to my heart's content. Rob filled the void between 16 and 18 when I hoped I would connect with Robert.
My last year of high school was good. The swimming team won the local league and the state-wide Championships. We made it to the national championships in Atlanta. This took place after school was out and Rob and I had turned 18. I was a dependable man for the butterfly in the relays. Rob was such a good swimmer he was now a star; the "good family" boys couldn't compete. I was on the way to Penn hoping to major in Archaeology, and Rob was on his way to MIT. That was good PR for the school; the liked scholar-athletes.
We were in an okay Hotel, but there had been a screw up in reservations. A few of the guys were going to stay with their parents in a better hotel. Several of these parents couldn't make it, and the Head Coach's wife decided to come along, so we had too many boys for the rooms. Coach Jones was to have bunked with the head coach. Every room in the hotel was booked, so Jones stayed on a cot in our room, and cots made three rooms triples.
I told Jones to take my bed, but he refused. "It's more important for the swimmers to be rested than the coach," he said. He was moving to a head coach job at another school the next year. The first day was bumpy for us. While Rob did very well, the rest of the team was borderline. I think they had partied at the hotel suite of one of the parents and were not at 100%. Rob and I had not been invited. We were behind in the final of the relay race when I turned in the best lap of my life and we made it to the next level.
The Head Coach even told me I had done a good job. That was one of the few times he spoke to me. Coach Jones was much more effusive in his praise. Atlanta was in an early heat wave and part of the hotel's air-conditioning system failed. The room was at 74 in the morning and 78 in the evening.
We got back from dinner and talked until Jones got back from a huddle with the head coach. One of the swimmers had an appendix rupture, so I would do the freestyle and the butterfly in the relay. They scheduled the butterfly as the first part of the race, and the freestyle at the end. That would give me a little more than three minutes to catch my breath.
Coach took a shower and he sat naked on the bed as Rob showered. I was the last in line for the shower. Nothing happened between the three of us, but there were many admiring looks. No one got hard, but our cocks filled out some. At first, I thought Jones had a short, uncut, thick organ. It was not that short, and it grew thicker. We went to bed and had a quiet night.
The second level was easy. A team had unexpectedly done well at the first round. They were exhausted and it was a clear win for us. We were in the semi championship round. There was one screw up. The judges would not allow us to change the order of the relays. I would do the butterfly and immediately follow up with the freestyle.
We were out matched, but did better than we expected. If we won the final relay, we had it. luckily, we had done well in the first portions of the relay, but I had to keep the lead. I jumped in the water and swam as fast as I could. Somehow, we were still in the lead when I finished the race.
The championship was in the evening. There, we made a respectable second place, the silver medal. I did well. the championship was lost before the relay. It was disappointing, but it was an exceptional showing for our team.
When we got back to the hotel room it was nearly 80. There was a race to get in the shower first, but Coach Jones asked if we would mind sharing. After all, we shared in the pool showers. That was fine with us. I wasn't sure if I could keep from getting erect, but I was willing to try. Of course, a standard tub-shower is much smaller than a pool shower. It was close quarters.
Coach Jones was the first to get hard. When Rob and I saw it, Jones turned red and apologized.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. It doesn't bother us one bit," Rob said.
"It's in appropriate," Jones mumbled.
"I think it's a nice way to finish out time at the school. We are going to college, you are getting your first head coach position. We should be celebrating," Rob said as he dropped to his knees. Rob and I tag teamed Jones until he shot off. I took his load.
Jones told us he didn't suck, but he loved blow jobs. That was fine for us. We went to bed, but I woke up and Coach was still awake. I got in bed with him. He was soft and sucked his foreskin and worked him up to a second orgasm. He fell asleep. The next day it was as if nothing happened, which was fine for coach and for us. We were going to college; he was taking a new job. I think it was a rare opportunity for him and for us.