STARGAZING by StorytellerFAO@aol.com
It seems that sexually, I have maintained a certain amount of luck, mixed with the ability to use opportunistic situations to my best advantage. I have always enjoyed unexpected sexual encounters in unusual circumstances and places. This had led to getting my rocks off with other men in such places as grocery store bathrooms (as well as one episode behind the dairy case), bus station bathrooms, park bathrooms, clothing store dressing rooms, alleys, garages, abandoned buildings, underpasses...well, you get my drift. I will be relating many of these adventures as time goes by, but let me start with a recent one.
I live alone in a small cinder-block house with a small fenced backyard in a small neighborhood of houses that look just like mine. These houses were all built in the 50's and are sturdy, if unimaginative. All the floorplans are the same, all the backyards are fenced and an alleyway, where our garbage dumpsters gets picked up and the utility companies come when some repair is needed, runs between them all. The fence is seven feet high, so privacy isn't an issue. The sides shared by my neighbors on either side are the same cinderblock as the house, five foot high with a two foot high extension of wood fencing. The wood fencing extends across the entire back of the yard, with a large latched gate near the middle. It's a yard big enough for a gas grill, a small picnic table, a couple small beds of flowers, and a few lawn chairs.
One summer night, a little after midnight, I was trying to decide if I was actually tired enough to go to bed or if I'd have to lay in bed and spend an hour or so convincing myself that I was tired. Since the weather had been warmer than normal the past week, my patio door was open, and a slight breeze moved through, its freshening coolness brushing over my chest, riffling the ample coverage of hair and bringing my nipples to full attention. bringing with it the smell of my blooming wildflowers and the sound of the crickets and cicadas that resided outside. I decided the night air would be a good tranquilizer, so I headed outside. Of course, I stopped on the way to get a beer out of the fridge and pick up a joint and lighter kept in an Altoids tin near the back door. I sat down on one of the lawn chairs, opened the beer, took a good swig, set it down and proceeded to light up. After the first hit, I could feel the marijuana working it's magic, its warm soothing glow extending from my chest to all edges of my body. I laid my head back and stared at the stars scattered across the night sky.
Because it was summer, I wore nothing but an old favorite pair of jogging shorts, nice and loose and comfortable. Loose enough that my balls have a tendency to fall out, which they did as I stretched my legs and became engrossed in picking out the few constellations I remembered from my short stint as a Boy Scout. I continued to smoke the joint, and finished the beer, and enjoyed the feeling of the breeze moving over my body, as if invisible hands were brushing across my chest and stomach, across my legs, making my exposed nutsack writhe and move. Adjusting my legs, my cock slipped out of the leg of my shorts, slowly expanding in response to the continued caress or the night breeze. I shuddered and moaned slightly as my thumb brushed across my nipple as my hand moved past my chest and fur-covered belly and came to rest on my lengthening cock. When fully erect, my cock sticks out perpendicular to my crotch about 7-1/2". It's always one of my favorite discussions with men as to how their erections protrude (the story of one such discussion will come later). As I was watching the stars wheel around the night sky, I casually pulled and squeezed at my cock, rubbing the head against my hairy thigh, smearing the droplet of precum that formed around the head. After a while, I closed my eyes, and focused my attention on my throbbing hardon. My right hand worked up and down on the heated shaft, covering it with my own saliva and precum, my left hand massaging and pulling my nuts as they drew up closer, getting ready to release their load. Occasionally, I'd pinch and twist one nipple or another, eliciting a deep growl and a satisfying throb and thick dose of precum escaping from my cock.
After a while, I opened my eyes and watched my cock as it bobbed, leaked and responded to my continued manipulations, almost as if it was a seperate entity. My attention was drawn to the gate, which I realized was partially open. Was that a shadow I saw move from right to left? As my eyes were adjusting to the dim light cast from the quarter moon, I became aware that there was indeed a shadow cast by someone hunched down on the other side of the fence. Well, whoever it is must be enjoying the show, because they don't seem to be leaving. I decided to give my invisible audience a good show. Acting as if I had no knowledge of their presence, I shucked off my shorts and began giving my cock and balls a heavy-duty workout. I began moaning and writhing on the ground, bouncing my hips up and down on the grass, pretending to talk dirty to some fantasy man. As I raised my legs up, I slid two fingers into my sweaty hole and growled, "C'mon, buddy, shove that hard meat all the way in my ass!" I got back up and, leaning back while on my knees, I stroked my cock and hissed, "Oh fucker, I wanna taste your sweet dick! Slide that cock all the way down my throat, NOW!" At that point, I stopped my show and stared straight at the shadow where I believed my secret admirer was hiding, and said, in my most commanding voice, "OK, whoever you are, you'd better come on out and join me, cuz I ain't gonna blow this load alone." After a few moments, I added, "Don't be afraid, I'm not gonna have you arrested, and I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to know who I'm getting my rocks off with." At that a bearded, scruffy looking man emerged from the shadows. I recognized him as one of the local transients who spent their days rummaging through garbage cans or, if they were lucky enough to beg a couple of bucks off of the local residents, gathered together to share a few beers or a bottle of cheap booze. The guy standing at my gate looked to be about my age, late thirties, he was a little taller than me, and although his clothes were rather worn they looked like they were relatively clean. His jeans fit well enough that I could see his erection tenting the front and snaking partway down his right leg, which he attempted to adjust to a more comfortable position.
I motioned him to come closer, and as he did, I gave my cock another tug, releasing some more clear fluid. I gathered it on my finger and licked it off, relishing the sweet taste. I said to the man, "So, you like what you been seeing?" His eyes met mine, he grinned, showing surprisingly white, straight teeth and nodded, adjusting his basket again. "What's your name?" I asked.
"Joe." he answered. He put out his hand to shake it, as if we were two businessmen meeting in some corporate seminar. "Joe Richardson." I accepted his handshake, which was firm, but not crushing, and noticed his nails were kept clean and trimmed.
"Nice to meet you Joe. My name's Jim. Would you like a beer?"
"Sure, that would be nice, thanks." he answered.
I turned and walked back toward the house. I called to Joe over my shoulder, "Do me a favor willya, Joe? Make sure that gate is closed and get your clothes off, cuz when I get back we're gonna get down to some serious sex together."
When I returned with two more beers and another joint, along with an old blanket and a bottle of lube, Joe was sitting in one of the lawn chairs, legs spread wide, working his thick uncut cock. It was about 8 inches long with a nice upward curve and a mushroom head which was alternately covered and revealed by his thick rolling foreskin. His body was lean, but not undernourished, his ab muscles accented by a nice pattern of dark brown hair. His upper body was not bad either, his chest and arms built up by years of manual labor. I set our beers down, and he watched me as I laid the blanket out, then returned to the other lawn chair. I lit up the second joint, and after taking a deep toke, passed it to him. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke settle in his lungs while he lazily fondled his large, lowhanging balls.
"Thanks," he said, exhaling heavily, "This feels real nice."
"My pleasure." I answered, taking the joint back and setting it into the ashtray. "I've seen you and some of your friends around town. I don't suppose you guys do this kind of thing very often."
"What? Jerk off together? Yeah, once in a while. There's an abandoned house down on Sturdevant Avenue we crash at sometimes. It's got a bunch of old porno magazines lying around. Sometimes I'll walk in there and there's five or six guys jerkin off in different parts of the house. Most of 'em by themselves, sometimes two guys together lookin at the same pictures or sittin' together swappin' stories of the best fucks they've ever had. Usually lies, of course. And then once in a while some new guy would be so desperate for a drink or smoke that he's willing to do anything. That's when the guys line up, whip their dicks out and gangbang the dude. Fuckin' him from both ends, he's gaggin' on smelly dirty cocks, cum drippin outta his sore asshole. Most of the guys I hang out with aren't like that though. They know that getting off together is probably the only nice thing we can do for each other."
"Well, c'mon then," I said, getting up and going to the blanket, "let's do something nice for each other right now." I laid down on the blanket, shaking my hard cock. Joe immediately joined me, positioning his head at my crotch and swallowing my throbbing hardon. I wrapped my fist around his thick rod and, squeezing a thick drop of precum out of the head, clamped my lips around his thick cockhead and ran my tongue under the foreskin, feeling him shudder and hump his hips, forcing more of his thick cock into my face. He began bobbing his head up and down on my cock, and I loved the feeling of his thick beard rubbing on my balls.
We both sucked each other, grabbing each other's tight hairy asses. I felt one of his thick fingers find my hole and slide in deep, finding my prostate and giving it a good massage. My cock jumped and he sucked harder and faster, feeling my balls tighten and my breathing become faster. I detached myself from his glistening cock long enough to gasp, "Man, I'm gonna cum!" I jammed his head into my crotch as my first load of thick hot cum shot into his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could as he forced my head down on his dick as it released it's contents into my waiting mouth. I reveled in its hot salty taste.
We lay together, feeling our cocks soften, our breathing slow down. After a few moments, Joe disentalngled himself from me, and began putting his clothes back on. "Thanks," he said, slipping into his shoes, "I hope we can do this again sometime."
"I'll leave the gate open for you." I said as he slipped out and walked down the alley into the night.