I'm a divorced man of 39, no kids and living by myself in a house that I rent. It is a quiet, family neighborhood: soccer, little league, garage sales. The people are friendly but not intrusive. My sex life is what I make it. I am not the bar pickup type; I feel the chase is not worth the effort most of the time. So, I rent porno cassettes and have the problem well in hand.
There are neighbors on each side of my place. A professional couple on one hand, very seldom home. And, a married couple with 2 children in their early teens on the other. The wife is a homemaker and the husband, about 41, is an accountant. Our social interaction is one of casual greetings and not much more.
One day I was doing some grocery shopping when I ran into the husband. I kidded him about having to do the shopping for his family. He said that he had to, as his wife and kids had gone to visit the grandparents, that they were to be gone two weeks. I invited him to stop over anytime for a drink if he felt like it, not really thinking that he would. I thought wrong!
A couple of days later, I got home from work, shed all my clothes except my boxer shorts, grabbed a cold beer and sat down to watch the evening news. About a half-hour later, there was a knock on the door and I got up, beer in hand, to see who was there. I was not expecting anyone as I very seldom am asked for any charitable donations. I looked thru the peephole and there was my neighbor. I opened the door and invited him in, not really thinking that I was in my underwear. He is a tall, very thin guy with a mustache. He also wears glasses giving him a bit of a nerdy look. He was dressed in faded, blue jeans with a large brass buckle on his belt. A t-shirt from some bowling league completed the garb. I asked him to sit down while I got him (and myself) a beer. While I was in the kitchen, in the fridge, it dawned on me that I had left the sleeves from the porno films on the cocktail table in full view of anyone in the room. Oh, well, too late to do anything about it now.
When I was back in the living room with the beers, I found him with one of the sleeves in his hands looking at it with amazement on his face. The one he had picked up was quite explicit: cocks being sucked by big titted gals, hairy pussies being porked. I handed him his beer and he looked at me and said the he heard about such videos but had never seen one. I asked him if he wanted to see one but he said no, not now. So talk went on while we watched the national news and drank some more beers. We were feeling pretty good by this time. He picked up the sleeve again and looked at it and once again said he had heard about them but never seen one. Once again I asked him if he wanted to see one now. Without any hesitation he said yeah.
So I put on the one I had that I knew was the hottest; at least it always had me shooting my load in a few strokes while watching it. The picture started out in the usual way working up to some serious cock sucking, pussy eating and finally meat in the cunt. At this juncture, I asked him if he was ready for another beer. You bet, he said. So I went back to the kitchen to get them. I looked over my shoulder and saw that he was doing a heavy job of adjusting his crotch, in order to hide the boner he was throwing.
I handed him his beer and then noticed that the front of my shorts was open that my hard cock could be seen. He noticed my erection and blushed. I laughed and told him that all men were created equal and horny. I sat down and reached into my shorts to adjust my hard cock to a more comfortable angle. He watched me do this out of the corner of his eye. I could see his bulge was growing very large and must have been uncomfortable in the confines of his tight jeans. I told him not to worry about it, to get in there and take the pressure off the cloth. He was a little reluctant to do it but finally unbuttoned his jeans and reached inside to move his prick around. While he was doing that, I started to stroke my cock thru the cloth of my shorts. He was licking his dry lips by now, very nervous about what was going on. He still had his hands inside his pants and was kind of caressing his cock.
I pulled my cock out and started to really jerk it. I told him to do the same, that it was just us and there was nothing wrong with it. Men all get horny and need relief or become very frustrated. He was buzzed enough by now that in no time at all he had his large cock out of his pants and started to really work it over while his eyes were glued to the action the tv. I had to stop beating my meat as I was getting too hot and I didn't want to cum first. The guest always cums first. Right? He was no novice at working his tool, he did a fine job of smearing the pre-cum around the head and down the shaft. I passed him a tube of the lube I use for heightened enjoyment. He took a little in the palm of his hand wrapped it around his cock and really started fucking that fist.
I reached into the drawer of the cocktail table and took out my little brown bottle of poppers. I took off the top of the bottle and took a couple of hits. Then offered him the bottle. He didn't know what it was so I explained to him how it worked. I held the bottle to his nose and told him close one nostril and breath the fumes, and then go with the other nostril. Which he did. Then he grabbed his cock and really started to whack it. He let out some wild moaning and soon he was shooting jizz all over is hand, legs, jeans -- everywhere. I shot my wad just then, too. I handed him a small towel to clean the goo all up. He was still a little embarrassed but also still a bit drunk. I asked him how he enjoyed the action. He said it was quite an experience.
He decided he had better go home so I said that he was welcome to come back anytime for further viewing of videos. He said that he sure would. And he did, often. I wanted to get a video of him jerking off but he wouldn't let me. I haven't give up hope yet.