I know you won't believe this, but it did just happen.
I'm a landscape tradesman, early forties, fit, active, married and sexually frustrated. I'm gay, yeh married but gay. Too scared to leave, commitments etc, etc. Married, one son. He's twenty one. Plays Aussie rules football, cricket ,etc. Works in a local supermarket humping boxes of groceries and other heavy things. Keeps him fit. Very fit. Today's his day off. And I didn't have any work either for a change. So I'm at home. And so is he. Now I know where your mind is going -- but you're wrong!
He'd got up, had a shower, and had actually gone out house hunting when it happened. I was on the computer, watching a gay video. Two guys, sensual, lots of stripping, kissing and feeling up. One blonde, one short haired brown. Cute. Getting off on the couch. Better than some vids which are only about slam bam thank you man! Then this car turns up, (I mean here, at home, for real, not on the video!) A guy gets out. Hot. Shortish, slim, dark, with a bit of a shadow having not shaved. He's coming to the front door and I'm frantically trying to close down some windows on the pc. But not the video. It still down loading and I didn't want to lose it. So I turn the volume off and minimize the window. He knocks on the door and I go and unlock it.
He asks after my son. I explain what's going on, and as we chat, of course I'm checking him out. He is cute. Slim, loose fitting clothes so difficult to know what's underneath, but definitely he's in shape. Polite. Introduces himself. Daniel. Reaches out and shakes my hand. Now I don't know many 21 year olds who would take the initiative like that.
He turns to go, disappointed that my son isn't around. He'd texted him last night but hadn't had a reply.
"You can come in if you like. I mean, Pete could be 20 minutes or two hours, depends whether he finds anything, but he's not far away. Give him another text if you want."
Daniel smiles, "Cool, yeh thanks," he waves to the driver of the car and comes in. I'm conscious of his sexuality, his youth and freshness. And how cocky he is. He talks. Tells me about losing his licence (hence his mum dropped him off), about losing his job (hence unemployed, available during the daytime) and about losing his girlfriend, (just like my son, and therefore I guess as horny as!) Anyone else, and you'd say they were a loser -- but not this guy. I'm conscious of his pretty face, easy smile, the 6 o'clock shadow on his jawline, and the body hair I can see sprouting over the top of his T shirt. He's twenty one and hot. And I'm also conscious that I'm staring at him -- and talking too much.
"You want a coffee, Daniel?"
"Yeah, great." I go to make it (same room) and as he stands and stretches two things happen almost simultaneously. Firstly as he stands, his T shirt rides up his body revealing his youthful hairy belly and the top of his boxers. Shit I'd like to run my fingers through that. But as I look, he catches me looking, and I turn away quickly.
As he moves slightly, he manages to knock my laptop. It's sitting on the floor (still downloading that video) when he catches it with his foot. It comes out of sleep mode, and somehow the volume comes back on. The room is filled with the sound of moaning, slurping, and the slap of flesh on flesh. We both look down at it, and I colour up, red faced, embarrassed, as the screen comes alive with those two handsome guys kissing, wanking and generally exploring each other's naked bodies.
He's looking at the screen, and then bends down and picks up the laptop, looking closer. He looks at me.
"So, Pete know about this?" he asks. I don't reply. My mind is working over time, but I can't come up with a rational answer.
"Ah, OK. So Pete DOESN'T know about this. So I guess that no one knows either. You wanna tell him. Or should I?
I gasped at his audacity. "Wha... what you want?"
"That's better," he said. "Now we understand each other. You've been checking me out for the past ten minutes. Now you've gotta pay for the view. Come here."
I put the coffee cups down and walk over to the other side of the room.
"Closer," he says and as I move closer he grabs my shirt and pulls me to him, kissing me roughly on the mouth, forcing his tongue between my teeth, his unshaven jaw grazing my face. It takes me a second or two, so surprised was I, but then I respond pushing my tongue deeply into his mouth.
"Yeh, I thought so. Spotted you as queer the moment you opened the door." I resented that, but wasn't going to respond. I was too busy with my mouth in other ways.
The room we are in is the lounge. Big chairs, window looking out over a secluded garden. The garage is round the back, but you can hear a car coming up the driveway because of the gravel. The back door leads off the kitchen area.
"Strip off," he said.
"What! You're joking. What happens if Pete comes back??"
"Well, that's tough. You'll have to come up with something. So I suggest you get moving. I said strip."
I stand back, looking at him, and start to pull my T off. As I do so, he pulls his cock out of his jeans and wanks it, getting it hard. He is uncut, about seven inches and absolutely edible. I drop my jeans, pull my legs through and then stand there in my briefs, my cock hardening as I do so.
"I said strip you slut. That means strip. Naked. Drop the briefs."
I do as I am told, and my eight inch hard leaking cock plops out and stands to attention. Daniel looks at me and smiles. "Nice one old man. Now suck me."
Standing with his legs apart, his hands on the back of his head, he flexes and stretches, with his cock poking through the hole of his fly. It wasn't the best way of doing things. I wanted him naked as well, but I guess it was his way of dominating me. If my son came home all Daniel had to do was zip up. I had to get totally dressed.
However, beggars can't be choosers and so I sucked, licked and worked my magic on his pole, and was rewarded by sufficient moans and groans to make me think I was doing a reasonable sort of job. A few times he grabbed my hair to either speed me up or slow me down, and I thought that it would all be over within a few minutes. I was mistaken.
He pulled my head off him, and undid his jeans, pulling his cock out further through his boxers. Tentatively I reached over to stroke his belly, wanting to explore his chest and nipples, but he slapped my hand away. Looking around the room he saw the easy chairs, took hold of my hair and dragged me over to the back of one of the chairs and forced me over it, face down to the cushions, my feet still on the ground. He could partially see the driveway from where he was. I could hear him spitting on his hands and then presumably on his cock. I could feel his cock near my ass hole when he suddenly slapped my ass cheeks several times, and his feet forced my legs wider apart. I grunted and that seemed to please him. And then he thrust in to me. Suddenly, hard, no preparation. I was bent almost double over the back of the chair, and my head came up with a shout. But he slapped my ass hard again, and pushed my head back down.
"Good boy," he said, which was quite comical because I was old enough to be his father, but I tried not to giggle at the thought.
In any case my mind was elsewhere. Sensations were coursing through my ass and cock as he thrust, hard, deep. He may have been a short guy but his cock seemed to have swelled in girth in the past few minutes. Several times he slapped my ass, really hard, which caught me by surprise each time and made me clench my butt muscles. This in turn clenched his cock tighter and I was rewarded with more moans and some dirty language. Whilst this was satisfying, two thoughts were going through my mind. One I wanted to get at his youthful hairy body. And two, what happens when my son comes home.
By now he's leaning right over me, almost climbing on top of me. Probably his jeans are getting in the way, but that's his choice. Me, I'm beginning to moan as well, as he slaps my butt, thrusts his cock deeper and deeper into me, his hands on my naked shoulders pulling himself onto me as he thrusts deeper. All the time I hear "Fuck, shit, c'mon old man, squeeze it, awesome, yeh slut c'mon." The sweat is rolling off me and must be off him as well. He's beginning to climax, I can tell by the noise, and I start to jack myself off.
"Who the fuck told ya you could get yourself off," he screams at me, and slaps my hand away from my cock, which only seems to make me more horny. He reaches round and screws my nipples making me shout with pain and ecstasy.
"Gonna cum slut, I'm gonna shoot in you, yeh fuck gonna cum......"
His body almost spasms as he holds onto me and shoots several loads of cum into me. I can hear the breathing slowing down, ragged. He licks his lips and swallows.
"Shit. Fuck. Awesome." There's a few seconds silence and then "Yeah, not bad for an old fella."
"Whose callin' my old man an old fella?"
Fuck. It's my son, Peter. I try to turn round to see him, but I'm still skewered on Chris' dick.
"How...what.... it's not what......"
"How did I get in without you hearing the car Father? Well Chris and I had a little arrangement. I wanted to test out a theory I had and Chris agreed to give it a try. And I left my car half way down the hill and crept back up while you too were at it!"
And then turning to his mate he said, "Now get your cock outta my Father's ass, cos now it's my turn." And with that he promptly unzipped his shorts, dropped his briefs, and carried on where his mate had just left off. Heaven!!
The End
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