Hot Lunch-Bi Guys
I live in what you might call a semi-suburban area. It is pretty well
built up with various subdivisions, but it is unincorporated. That
means we are beyond the reach of a city sewer system, so we have to
depend on a septic tank to dispose of solid waste. These can be a real
pain in the ass, especially when you have to dig up and replace 20
feet of crushed 6-inch PVC pipe from the house to the tank in the
middle of a wet early winter day as I did about six years ago.
The thing about a septic tank is that every 6-7 years they fill up,
and when they get full, you have to call a professional, who comes out
with a big tank truck and sucks out all the accumulated shit. This
happened at our house two summers ago. All of the toilets backed up;
we had shitty water everywhere, and, well, you get the picture. So I
called the necessary people, and the company said they would send a
man out the next day.
Now I work out of my home, while my wife works in town, so being home
to meet the tank truck operator was no big deal. I expected some fat,
toothless redneck or a big, beefy black guy to show up, but what I
got, right around lunchtime, was a slight, pleasant young man of about
30. He was about 5-7 with curly blond hair and rimless glasses, who
looked like he'd be more at home teaching a college class than lugging
heavyweight hose and sucking up shit for a living. The truth is, this
guy was gorgeous, and when he peeled off his t-shirt to get to the
task at hand, I couldn't help myself. My stomach and my cock started
churning.
I should say at this point that I am not gay. I have little use for
gays or for the gay lifestyle, although I've have and have had friends
of both genders who are/were gay, and I respect their right to live
their lives any way they choose.
Paradoxically, however, one of my hottest fantasies for a long time
has been to have sex with a man, to suck a dick and have a cock
fucking my ass. I discovered during my college days many years ago the
effect anal penetration can have on the sexual experience, and I've
been hooked ever since. Believe me, don't knock it until you've tried
it.
Keep in mind, I'm not interested in a gay relationship, per se; in
fact, in my fantasies, these men are nameless and faceless. They
materialize out of thin air, with disembodied dicks that fuck me, suck
me, cum in me and on me, then disappear. By the way, my wife of some
20 years knows about these fantasies and we often use them to enhance
what is still a pretty active sex life, considering our hectic family
and work lives.
Speaking of sex, I happened at that moment to be incredibly horny. The
good wife and I hadn't had sex in over a week. She'd been on her
period, and had also been working extremely hard on a major project,
so she'd been too pooped to putter. So I'd been sitting at the
computer that hot morning surfing the Net for porn, and was
contemplating a rousing stroke session when the septic tank guy showed
up, considerably earlier than I expected.
Like I said, I've never been particularly attracted to men, but I was
definitely attracted to this guy, whose name was Greg, and it wasn't
just the fact that I hadn't gotten laid in over a week. I wasn't sure
what, if anything, would happen, but I decided right then that the
time would never be better than that moment to make my gay sex fantasy
come to life.
So I walked out into the back yard to chat. I was dressed in a pair of
baggy gym shorts, no underwear, and a loose-fitting tank top. I'm in
my mid-40s, and while my hair has gone mostly gray, I still have all
of it, and people tell me I look much younger than I am. I'm not a
fitness freak, but I keep myself in decent shape. I watch what I eat
and try to walk a couple of miles two or three times a week. Greg, on
the other hand, was what they call ripped. He wasn't muscle-bound, but
he had a nice set of pecs and a flat stomach. I also noticed that he
had what appeared to be a nice-sized dick in his jeans.
I walked out into the back yard with two tall glasses of ice water and
offered Greg one. I was gratified to catch him looking me up and down,
and I thought to myself, "Maybe this is going to happen." But I was
having trouble finding the right opening, when he beat me to the
punch. "I noticed the Deadhead sticker on your window; I take it
you're a fan," he said in a pleasant voice. We started talking about
classic Grateful Dead shows that we'd seen in our younger days, and
how much we missed them since Garcia's death several years before.
While he worked on the tank, we talked about tape collections,
downloading MP3 files onto our computers, and so on.
Finally, I took the plunge. "If you've got some time after you get
through, I've got a new Dick's Picks CD I haven't had a chance to play
yet," I said. "Maybe we can give it a listen." He said he'd see what
his schedule looked like and let me know when he was done. My stomach
was in knots as I waited for Greg to finish. I was already picturing
this man naked, the first time I'd ever done that with a man.
At last, he was finished sucking out the tank and had replaced the top
then spread the dirt back onto the tank. He came in the back door and
I started to get hard. He was covered with a slick sheen of sweat that
just enhanced the sexiness of the scene. I gave him another cold
drink, made out the check, then went into the den to put on the CD I'd
mentioned. "I told the office I was taking off an hour or so for
lunch," he said in a somewhat husky voice. "And my next appointment
isn't until 2:30." I did some quick figuring and realized that we had
almost two hours to kill.
Greg stood by the CD rack, looking over my collection, as I walked up
behind him and stood real close. I hoped I wasn't being too obvious,
but at that point, I really didn't care. The sexual tension in the
room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Sure enough, Greg put a CD away, turned toward me and gave me a
piercing gaze with his deep blue eyes. "I don't think you invited me
in here just to listen to music," he whispered, as he ran a hand down
the front of my shorts to squeeze my swelling cock. I just shook my
head as he pulled my face to his and we kissed, long and deep. I had
kissed a man once before, many years ago, but this was different. His
tongue was a lot longer and stronger than any I'd tasted as it circled
the inside of my mouth. My cock was standing up straight as we
embraced, and I could feel his cock straining his jeans.
When we broke the embrace, he asked me if I'd ever been with a man
before. I said that I had had a couple of experiences many years ago,
but that they had been somewhat unsatisfying, although the blowjob I
got from a young Creole man one time at a quarter movie arcade in New
Orleans was pretty good. "Let me show you how a man takes care of
another man," Greg said as he pulled my shorts down to free my
rock-hard cock. There was already a generous amount of pre-cum fluid
pooling out the end of my dick and he used that to lubricate my shaft
as he slowly started to jack me off.
I closed my eyes and groaned as he softly stroked my dick while he
pulled my shirt off. When I was naked, he stepped back and looked me
over and nodded in apparent approval. I did what any good host would
do; I stepped up to him, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them and his
briefs down to his knees. I eagerly took his hard cock in my hand and
did to him what he'd done to me, lightly stroking his cock. A word
here about cock size; I'm about 8 inches long and fairly fat when
fully hard, while Greg's was about the same length, but a little more
slender. We quickly began to jack each other off slowly as we kissed
again, this time more leisurely.
After a few minutes, I had to back away or I was going to cum, and I
wasn't ready for that just yet. Greg sat down on the sofa, pulled his
boots and socks off then pulled his pants all the way off. I whistled
in appreciation at his naked body, which was every bit as beautiful as
I had imagined it would be. I got on my knees between his legs and ran
my hands all over his dick and his low-hanging balls, then I put my
face right up to his throbbing cock and inhaled his masculine aroma.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do right then, and I didn't hesitate.
I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock then licked all around
the shaft, still holding the swollen flesh at its base. When I had
gotten a good taste of him, I opened my mouth and sucked the head of
his cock into my mouth. His pre-cum tasted interesting and I found
that I liked it. But I wasn't too concerned with that; I wanted to see
how much of his pretty pecker I could take. Turned out I could take
about 5 inches, which he said was pretty good for a beginner. I
quickly established a bobbing and sucking rhythm as I massaged his
balls and the part of his shaft I didn't have pumping into my mouth,
getting all of his cock well coated with my saliva.
After several minutes of this, Greg pulled my head off his cock and
told me to lie back on the floor. I pulled a big towel, from the pile
of laundry that sat in the other chair waiting to be folded, and laid
it on the floor. Then I lay back and spread my legs. Greg crawled
between my legs, opened them up even further then grabbed the base of
my cock and fed it into his mouth in one smooth motion. The feeling
was sensational! I love to have my cock sucked, but my wife rarely
does it; she's got a fairly small mouth and my sizable cock is tough
for her to get in her mouth and into her throat. But Greg had no such
problem. He vacuumed my dick all the way until his nose was nestled in
my pubic hair then pulled back until just the head was in his mouth.
He did this several times, before I pulled him away lest I cum too
soon.
Breathlessly, I told him to swing around so we could get into a 69. He
didn't need any coaxing, but swiveled his legs around, straddled my
head and lowered his hips so that his cock was even with my mouth. I
reached up and grabbed his dick, brought it to my lips and sucked it
into my mouth. In this position, I could get a little more of his cock
into my throat and Greg rolled his hips to thrust as much of his hot
cock into my mouth as I could take. At the same time, he bent his head
and resumed sucking my cock, and for several long, liquid minutes all
you could hear, except for the music that continued to play in the
background, was the slurping sound of hard cocks going into hot, open
mouths.
Our hands gripped each other's butts as we gave ourselves over to
pleasuring each other. I nearly came again when Greg pulled my butt
cheeks open and began to finger my asshole. But this guy knew what he
was doing, because he squeezed my cock real tight to stem the flow of
cum that was boiling in my balls. Soon, he resumed sucking my cock,
while penetrating my anus with his middle finger. I took my mouth off
Greg's cock momentarily to tell him how much I loved having my ass
played with and that I wanted him to fuck me. He just nodded and went
back to work on me.
I couldn't believe how hot I was for this guy. Now that I'd taken the
plunge, I wanted it to go on forever, but I knew that was impossible.
I could tell from the way he was thrusting his hips that he was
getting close to the edge, and I knew how close I was. Greg pulled
himself off of me and asked, panting, if I had any lubricant. I got
up, walked to my desk and pulled out the tube of KY jelly I keep there
for stroking purposes, then I walked back to where Greg knelt on the
towel I'd laid down, his throbbing purple boner waving in the air.
I knelt over the sofa, with my ass in the air, awaiting my first live
ass fuck. Greg squeezed a generous dollop of jelly onto two fingers
and coated my anus with it. Then he pushed the fingers into my ass
very slowly. With his left hand, he reached around and began to stroke
me lightly, getting my dick all slick with the lube. When he was able
to get three fingers in my ass, he pronounced me ready to fuck. I
pushed my butt back and lay my head on the sofa as Greg rubbed his
slicked-up cock between the crack of my ass. I closed my eyes tightly
and gripped the arm of the sofa as he pushed the bulbous head of his
cock past my anus. "Relax, relax, it'll feel so good once I get it in
and your ass gets used to it," he said in a soft voice.
I told him I'd fucked myself many times with various sized dildos and
that I could take anything he could give me. And with that, the head
of his cock popped past my anal ring and I felt his hot, throbbing
cock sink into my rectum. I gasped at the intense feeling of having my
ass filled with a live hard cock for the first time. It felt somewhat
like fucking my dildos, but different. For one thing, Greg's cock was
considerably hotter than anything made of rubber and for another, no
dildo could make the kinds of motions that this cock was performing in
my ass. He filled me up righteously and fucked me steadily, with
almost grim purpose.
"Oh God, your cock feels so good," I exclaimed when I got my voice
back. "Fuck me and fill my ass with your hot cream." I was steadily
stroking my own nearly nuclear cock in time with the rhythm of Greg's
cock in my ass, and I was pushing my butt back to get more and more of
his heavenly dick in my ass. Greg's hands worked my butt cheeks as he
gripped my hips for better leverage. I could feel the ripples of his
cock as he began to pump harder and faster back and forth in my ass,
and I was keeping right up with him as I stroked my own cock. I lifted
my head up and howled at the wondrous feelings of hard, hot cock in my
steaming, velvety rectum.
All too soon, I felt the telltale tingle of what I knew was going to
be a stupendous orgasm. "I'm, I'm gonna cum," I cried, and cut loose
with a mega-cum load. I shot two huge ropes of cum that landed on the
base of the sofa then shot the remaining bolts of cum in great arcs
onto the towel on the floor. As I came, my sphincter clenched and
tightened, and that was too much for Greg to withstand. With a choking
cry, he pushed deeper into my ass than he'd been before, and I felt
his cock swell, then burst in a series of rapid-fire cum shots deep
into my bowels. Greg emptied himself completely in my ass as I bucked
back to get every drop. For long minutes, his cock spasmed and
twitched as he shot oozing droplets of cum deep in my ass.
Finally, Greg wrapped his arms around my chest and slumped onto my
back, his cock still embedded in my ass. I just knelt there in
position, my head lolling on the sofa as I soaked up the afterglow of
one of the most incredible sexual experiences of my life. After
several minutes, his cock quit twitching in my ass and he pulled it
out, followed immediately by a stream of cum that dribbled out my
gaping asshole and down the back of my thighs. This sensation was so
erotic that I felt my cock begin to revive somewhat, but I wanted a
little time to rest before we moved on to the second act of this
sexual performance.
We sat back on the floor, with our backs against the sofa, with our
arms around each other and a hand on each other's mostly-limp dick. We
talked about our lives and how we ended up here, two men naked
following a thoroughly homoerotic experience. Greg had grown up in
this town, and had moved away to go to work, then to go to college. He
had moved back here four years previously to help care for his widowed
mother, who was living in a nursing home. He said he was probably, "95
percent gay." He had tried women in high school, but had had some bad
experiences, and when he had been turned on to men, he immediately
knew that was for him.
He said he could have sex with a woman under very specific
circumstances, such as in a threesome with a bisexual couple, but he
just couldn't do one-on-one sex with a female. I asked him if he found
it tough being a gay man in this staunchly conservative town. "It's
frustrating, yes," he answered. "But, you know, that's the way it
goes. You don't always get what you want." Although he wasn't ashamed
of his gayness, he preferred staying in the closet as much as
possible. There was his very religious mother, who was still mentally
alert if physically declining; there were his old school friends that
he didn't really want learning of his orientation; and then there was
his job, a world of macho, mostly redneck, men. "They'd probably kill
me if they found out, and I'd almost certainly lose my job," he said.
"This job pays real well and I can't afford to lose it." He was saving
his money so he could return to college if and when his mother passed
away.
I asked him if he ever went to New Orleans, three hours away, where
being gay is no big deal, but he said he very rarely went there. "It's
a big leather crowd down there, and I just don't feel comfortable in
that scene," he replied. He was also scared to death of AIDS and other
STDs, and thus didn't trust random encounters. So most of his rare
sexual encounters ö other than masturbation ö were with guys like me,
bisexual husbands looking to fool around a little bit, because, as he
put it, "You're clean and discrete."
Finally, I asked him how he knew I was willing. "Oh man, I clocked you
right from the get-go," he said. "It was just the way you looked at
me, and the way you just hung around watching me work. That and this
pole you had swinging in your shorts." He gave my rapidly swelling
cock a squeeze as he said that, and I squeezed his back. The heat was
beginning to rise in the room again as I leaned over and kissed Greg's
lips very sensually. I looked at the clock and saw that it was still
just 1:30, plenty of time for another round of fucking, and this time
I wanted to be the one to feel a hot ass on his cock.
As we made out, we slid to the floor until we were lying prone, our
slick bodies rubbing each other and our hands covering as much of each
other's naked flesh as we could reach. Our cocks were reinvigorated
from the slow stroking we'd been doing almost non-stop since we'd
finished our last session. No words were necessary; we both knew what
we wanted, and I snaked my left hand between Greg's legs and ran my
middle finger along the crack of his ass and up to his anus. "Fuck
me," Greg whispered. "God, it's been so long since I've had a man in
my ass. I want to feel you cum in me like I came in you a while ago."
I picked up the tube of KY and squeezed some onto my fingers, then
slowly pushed them past his anal ring into his rectum. I slowly worked
my fingers in and out of Greg's ass, opening him up and preparing him
for my fat cock. Greg's hand worked that cock steadily, getting it up
to full roar. I was finger fucking Greg's ass with my left hand and
stroking his swollen cock with my right. I looked up at Greg's face
and saw his eyes were closed with a blissful expression on his face,
and I was suddenly overcome with a desire to please this lonely,
gentle man who was so much out of his element in this town.
Climbing on my knees in front of Greg, I stopped him from getting on
his knees. "I want you on your back," I whispered. "I want to fuck you
like a woman; I want to see your face when I fuck you; and I want to
see you shoot your cum." He just looked at me with a lustful gaze,
nodded his head and lifted his legs in the air. I smeared some KY on
my throbbing purple boner, which was harder than it had ever been in
my life. I pressed the head of my dick to his asshole and slowly
pushed it past his anal ring. Greg groaned in utter satisfaction as I
slowly entered his ass. Inch by inch, I pushed my cock deeper and
deeper into Greg's clenching rectum until I found myself completely
embedded in his unbelievably hot ass.
I gave a long, low moan as I felt his rectal muscles grip my cock in a
wet embrace. I felt Greg's hands on my buttocks, trying to pull even
more cock into his ass. Pulling back an inch or so, I began to pump my
cock slowly, which was the only way I could fuck him and not explode
right from the start. Even though I had already cum once, the heat of
our coupling was so intense that if I had tried to fuck any faster, it
would have been curtains. I had never had a feeling like it. My wife
and I had had anal sex a few times, but she really doesn't care for it
much. She has to be pretty drunk or unusually horny to even want it,
and usually that means I'm pretty drunk as well. Plus, I've found it
hard to push my cock into her ass, because she's fairly small and
because there is a wetter, more inviting hole just a few inches away
that somehow always seems to suck my dick right in, no matter how hard
I try to prevent it, if you catch my drift.
That was no problem with Greg. His experienced ass opened right up for
me and accepted my hard meat with practically no resistance. After the
initial rush faded away, however, I began to regain some control and
soon I was fucking Greg's hot ass steadily, though still slowly. I
wrapped my hands around his thighs to increase my leverage, and I
thrilled at the wet slap, slap, slap of my cock pumping back and forth
in Greg's ass. I looked down to find that Greg had grabbed his cock
and was jacking his cock in rhythm to my fucking motion. Moans and
groans of pleasure filled the room as we fucked with ever-increasing
intensity. I was straining to hold back the flood of cum that was
reaching the boiling point in my balls while my thrusts became longer
and harder in Greg's ass.
Greg's hands were pulling harder on his hot slender cock, which was
covered with a mixture of his flowing pre-cum and the lubricant.
"C'mon, man, fuck me, fuck me hard," Greg cried as his cock began to
swell even larger in his hands. I did as he requested and began to
pound my cock in Greg's ass as he rolled his hips in a time-tested
circular motion designed to get every bit of my dick as deep as
possible in his trembling ass.
Suddenly, Greg threw his head back and cried, "I'M GONNA CUM. OH GOD,
HERE IT COMES." And his cock exploded like a cannon in a series of
great white splashes. His first shot hit his face, just to the left of
his nose and streamed down his cheek; the second hit his neck and the
rest splattered all over his manly chest and down his stomach. I was
just seconds behind, as I pumped deeper than ever in his ass and felt
my cock balloon in Greg's spasming, twitching ass. With an incoherent
roar, I spewed a prodigious cum load deep into Greg's ass and into his
bowels as he wrapped his legs around my waist to take every bit of
cock I could give him.
Even before I had finished squeezing out the last dregs of my cum into
his ass, I bent down and licked Greg's cum off his face and neck then
kissed him deeply, giving him a liberal taste of his salty-sweet
semen. The rest of his cum was smeared all over our chests and
stomachs as we writhed on the floor in mutual ecstasy. We were sweaty
cum-covered wrecks as we finally came down from our mountainous mutual
orgasm. I looked deeply in Greg's deep blue eyes and he looked back at
me in what could only be described as a look of deep contentment.
After a long time lying like that, we finally looked at the clock and
reluctantly disengaged ourselves from each other. I looked down as a
river of my cum gushed from Greg's wide-open asshole. I offered Greg a
chance to shower, but he said no, he had to get to his next
appointment. "Besides, I want to keep your cum in me and on me as long
as I can," he said as he pulled his clothes on. "It'll give me
something pleasant to think about while I'm sucking shit." We laughed
at that, then I sent him on his way.
As it turned out, we never got together again. Several months later, I
read his mother's obit in the paper and I saluted my friend on his
future. I hope he's found himself some place where he can be who and
what he is, and not have to live his life in the closet. As for me, I
haven't had another experience with male sex, but my sex life with my
wife got a little bit hotter after that. I never told her about what
had happened, but I did incorporate elements of that afternoon into
our sex play. And whenever I need an erotic mental image to spur me
on, all I have to do is recall my hot lunch with the septic tank
cleaner.
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Add date: 03 Apr, 2006
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