It has been said that golf is such a waste of time. Grown men chasing little white balls all over a perfectly manicured lawn. But I have always enjoyed playing golf, and since Skip showed me another side to playing golf, well, it has made me even more enthusiastic about it.
I hardly slept at all since going to bed Monday night. I kept waking up thinking about our golf game Tuesday, and exactly what was going to happen afterwards. Skip and I had played many rounds of golf since we became friends and we drank our share of beer in the clubhouse after our matches. Yesterday, however, was different. We ended up at Skip's house having some beer and a steak, while we watched a porno. Before I knew it, I was sucking Skip's cock, and to make matters worse, his wife almost caught us. I'm not sure what to think about all of this, but we have another tee time this morning. Part of me is so fucking excited, yet another part of me is kind of scared. No, not the kind of scared that you might think. Scared because, I liked it.
Feeling Skip's hard cock sliding between my lips and rubbing against my tongue and the roof of my mouth was exciting. Feeling his body tense up and his cock begin to twitch, knowing that his warm cum was on it's way to my mouth, made me feel like I was having sex for the first time again. My cock was so fucking hard at that moment, and oozing pre-cum. Then his wife pulled in the driveway, and we almost got caught, with his cock in my mouth.
Today, our wives are going to have a spa day, dinner, a movie, and drinks after. That will keep them busy for about 12 hours. Skip and I have a tee time at 8:30 a.m. and who knows what else. I left home while my sweet wife got herself ready to be picked up by Skip's wife and as I kissed her and walked out the door, my wife called out to me, "Have fun".
"Thanks honey, you have fun too", I told her.
Skip was waiting just inside of his garage door for me and quickly threw his clubs into my trunk and we drove away. We talked about last night's ball games, the upcoming hockey playoffs, NASCAR, and all the usual stuff. Good, this was not getting weird in any way, except, that I had a bit of a chub going on as I kept slipping back to yesterday's events. Skip owed me one. He got his cock sucked, I didn't. Anyway, everything was as normal, as normal can be.
We checked in with the clubhouse and went to see the starter. He got us out right away. Again, we picked up right where we left off in the car. The start of the baseball season next week and the Tebow trade to the Jets. Just a couple of regular guys. By the third hole, I was 4 strokes in the lead and well on the way to giving Skip a thorough beating. As I lined up my 3 foot putt for another par, Skip walked up behind me and said, "I'm wearing pink panties today".
My putt ended up about 20 feet off the other side of the green.
"Skip, you fucker. That's not fair, talking while I putt."
"Don't worry Peter. You can have a do-over", he told me as he lightly touched the crotch of his slacks.
I knew that this was one of his double meaning phrases as I walked to retrieve my errant shot. I felt my cock begin to stiffen as I lined up my putt for the second time. I looked down and could easily see my cockhead poking at the front of my shorts. I felt embarrassed standing on the green with my golf buddy Skip, and having a hardon.
When Skip reached into the waistband of his slacks, he pulled the top edge down slightly, exposing what looked like a pair of silky, pink panties. Fuck, I missed my shot again.
"Only one mulligan per day", Skip reminded me. I already used my do-over.
By the sixth hole, I was 4 strokes behind. I just could not concentrate on my golf game. As I drove the cart to the tee for the seventh hole, Skip pulled up his left pant leg above his sock and revealed that he was wearing red nylon stockings underneath. I fucking near drove the cart into a tree.
Skip did not have to say a word, nor did I. We both looked at our watches and saw that it was 10:35 am and knew that by now both of our wives were at the spa, getting ready for a day of pampering.
I drove the cart right back to the clubhouse parking lot and put our clubs into the trunk as Skip went inside. He got us a rainchech for 9 holes. He told the guy inside that I was suffering from some kind of mysterious ailment and that I was running a fever. Skip wasn't really lying. I could not explain what the fuck had come over me in the last 24 hours. I had sucked off my golf partner and now I wanted nothing more than to suck him off again. And of course, I wanted for him to return the favor this time. Skip's mere mention that he was wearing panties had given me a hardon and when he showed me that he was wearing nylons, I wanted only to get off the golf course and back to Skip's place. My cock was aching.
The drive back to Skip's house was pretty ordinary. Skip went through a list of things that he had readied for us. He had a couple of steaks ready to grill, lots of cold beer, and a couple of 'golf' videos. Although it was only a 20 minute drive, it seemed a lot longer. And Skip was right I was running a 'fever'. I was sweating like hell, and my cock was stiff as hell.
Arriving back at Skip's house, I was drenched in sweat. Skip asked if I was okay, and gave me a chance to just drive back home if something was wrong. I assured him that I was all right and we both went inside.
In the family room, we had a beer and again made the usual small talk after a golf match. Skip said that he was going to have to excuse himself to take a shower and offered me the use of the guest room shower. Since I was sweating like a pig earlier, I took him up on the offer.
I had just climbed into the shower, when I heard the door to the bedroom open, then after about a minute, close again. I wasn't sure just what that was all about, untill I finished my shower, towelled off and went in search of my sweaty golf clothes.
My wallet, money, and contents of my pants pockets were all laying on the bed and my clothes were gone. I was a little put off by this, when I noticed that Skip had laid out some women's lingerie on the chair. I presume that it was for me. I hesitated until I found a note on the dresser. It read, "Try these on if you wish. If you do not want to wear these, there some golf shirts and pants hanging in the closet."
I had played with the notion of wearing ladies lingerie from time to time, but had never had the opportunity to do so. Once in a while when my wife would leave for a shopping day or salon appointment, I would squeeze into a pair of her pantyhose or something. jerk off in them and then get rid of them, but that was about all.
As I thought this dilema over, I realized that my cock was sticking straight out, and hard as a brick. That was my answer. Since Skip and I are about the same size, I went about checking the lingerie that he laid out for me. It looked like I was going to be dressed as the dark knight. Everything Skip has laid out was black.
A light tap on the door from Skip made me jump a bit as he asked if everything was all right.
"I hope you don't mind, Peter, but I put your clothes in the washer. They were pretty sweaty", Skip said.
"Thanks Skip, I appreciate it", I told him.
"Take your time Peter, just wanted to see that you were still okay with this", he told me.
"Skip, I am 100% good with this, as a matter of fact, I am just trying to figure out how to put on the garter belt", I told him.
"Peter, if you want a better selection, just open the dresser drawers. Those are my clothes in there"
Just out of curiosity, I opened a few drawers and was amazed at the selection of ladies lingerie in them. There were dozens of panties and bras, stockings, pantyhose, garter belts, camisoles, bustiers, slips, teddys, you name it. Skip had as much ladies clothing as Victoria's Secret. It was making me hard again, just touching all of it.
Eventually, I put on the items that Skip had laid out for me. After all it was his house and he was being such a gracious host.
As I put my one foot into the black nylon stocking and slid it up my thigh, I could feel a tingle run through my entire body. This was so fucking hot. I could hardly believe that I was really doing it. Next, the other nylon. Then I wrapped the garter around my wiast and fastened it. As I attached the garter to the nylons, I thought about the panties. Fuck. Undoing the garters, I slid the silk panties on and they felt so good. They were so smooth and cool feeling. They were kind of a bikini hip cut so that my cock and smooth shaven balls were contained in them, for now anyways. I fastened the nylons to the garter and could not help but stand and take a long look in the mirror as I ran my hands over myself. Fuck, I felt so sexy at this moment.
Another tap on the door, let me know that Skip was wondering if I was going to chicken out. I assured him that everything was just fine as I slipped the waist length black camisole over my head.
I was ready. I was coming out, in more ways than one. I had been curious for such a long time about other guys and their cocks. It was time to accept that I had loved sucking Skip off the day before, and wanted to keep doing it. I also expected him to do the same for me. I liked Skip as a friend, and I wanted to suck his cock. That was it.
I love my wife, and having sex with her is still very good, yet I just needed to be a bit more adventurous. To try something new. Something that every guy in the world thinks about, whether or not they can admit it.
When I opened the guest bedroom door, Skip was nowhere to be found. I walked to the kitchen and found him preparing our steaks. My cock had been pointed straight up until I saw that Skip was fully clothed. I mean pants, shirt, socks, shoes, everything.
I fucking near passed out from embarrassment. I felt my face turn bright red and burn.
Skip realized my predicament as I turned to go back to the bedroom.
"Peter, wait", he shouted."I need these clothes on to go outside and barbecue our steaks. I can't exactly go out there in my best lingerie in front of all my neighbours."
When I turned back to Skip, I saw that he had lifted his shirt to show me a silky red and black bustier with black lace and red ribbons woven through it. My blush started to fade as I understood his reasons. He handed me a beer, directed me to the family room and told me to turn on the TV and watch the golf channel because I needed some professional help with my game. He laughed as he walked out to his patio to burn us some meat.
I was still feeling a bit uncomfortable sitting around in women's lingerie in Skip's basement, but I was anticipating what was going to happen. My cock was tingling and I was getting a chub. A small wet spot was showing on my black panties where my pre-cum was oozing. I had the TV going, but wasn't sure what was on. I was nervous ... and excited. I reached my hand in my panties, and wiped the precum from my dick head and put my finger to my mouth, wiping the sweet nectar on my lips as I savoured the taste. Pre-cum is so fucking tasty. I could get hooked on it.
"No cheating, Peter. Don't start without me.", I heard Skip say as he appeared at the door to the family room.
"I ... uh ...." was all I got out out.
"Just busting your balls, Peter. But really, save that for me", he said.
Skip was carrying a tray of steak and salad and a couple more beers. But that is not what caught me attention. He had shed the pants, shirt, shoes and socks. The bustier had a matching pair of panties and nylons. And Skip supplied the hardon. I saw that he was just as excited about this as I was.
Placing the tray on the coffee table in front of me, her divided up the food and cracked the fresh beers. He told me that he had watched part of a porno last night and had it set up in the DVD player already. With that he hit play and it started.
The plot lines are pretty thin on most porn movies and this was no different. It did however hit on some things that really hit my kinks. A guy and his good buddy are sitting around watching TV and drinking. The wife of the one guy is sitting across from them, dressed like a $50 hooker. Huge tits, half hanging out, big hard nipples poking through the material. Skin tight short shorts that show one hell of a camel toe. You get the picture. Anyway, they run out of beer and the guy says that he will be right back, he needs to go out to the beer fridge in the garage. You guessed it. When the husband gets back, there is his wife, with his best friend's cock in her mouth. Hubby opens up the beer and takes a seat on the sofa, on the other side of his buddy. Before long, the hubby and the wife are blowing him.
I had taken about two bites of steak, while I watched the vid. My cock was straining at the black silk panties Skip had provided me with. Skip's hand then made its way to my knee and rubbed its way up my thigh towards my screaming cock. My God, I have not been that hard since ... yesterday when I sucked Skip off.
I tried to keep my eyes focused on the TV, as Skip worked his hand inside of my panties and wrapped his warm fingers around my cock. I fucking near came right then. My cock grew even harder, my balls tingled and I was getting a bit light headed from loss of blood in my brain. It was all in my cock.
I had to look. Skip was lightly gripping my cock as he slowly stroked me up and down. He was concentrating on me as he looked at the sight before him. The wet spot from the precum was growing larger. Skip leaned down to take the tip of my hard cock in his mouth while I was still wearing my panties. The sensation of feeling him lock his lips around my silk covered cock was unbelievable. Feeling hm suck my precum out of the panties was driving me wild. Sensing that I would blow my load too fast, Skip sat back upright, and stopped stroking my cock. He did keep his grip on it however.
Skip then kind of slipped around to lay on his side facing me. He reached in the waistband of his panties and fished out his own fat cock. It too was leaking precum. It got slightly awkward, but Skip managed to keep hold of my cock with his left hand as he jacked himself with his right hand. Skip's breathing was getting quicker as he jerked himself and his hips were flexing. Skip was able to get close enough so that his cockhead was touching mine. He pressed it tightly into my hard, hot flesh and then he shuddered. His spasms were felt right to my core as he pumped his cum all over my cock. Each spurt seemed to blast more cum that the last until he released his grip on both of our cocks.
I was speechless as I stared at the amount of cum that Skip had spent all over my cock. It was running down my shaft onto my smooth shaven balls. Skip looked to be quite proud of himself before he looked at me and silently leaned forward once again. This time he made sure that my panties were pulled down far enough to give him access to my cum covered ballds and cock. He stated by licking my balls and slurping his cum, then he licked up and down the length of my cock.
Once at the tip of my cock, he paused for a second before taking my swollen cockhead in his mouth, then swallowed almost my whole damn cock at once. He never looked up, but just kept bobbing up and down on my cock.
"Oh fuck Skip, oh fuck", was all the warning that I could give him as I exploded. He knew that I was close to cumming before he even sucked my cock, so it was no surprise to him. Skip sucked it all down. His cum and mine.
Sitting back upright, Skip took a hit from his beer and ate some more of his steak.
This is a story about a couple of neighbours, Skip and Peter. Skip and Pete both love to golf and have a few drinks afterwards. The boys both have
beautiful wives, coincidentally they are both named Ann. Skip, Pete and the Anns like to go out for dinner and an occasional movie or even a spirited game of cards a couple of times a month. The four of them have only known each other about a year, so they are still getting to find out new things about each other. This story is about one of those new things that Peter finds out. This story is told from Peter's perspective about one day last week :
So, a couple of days ago, Skip and I go golfing and have a couple of beers in the clubhouse.When I drop him off at home, he invites me in for another beer and something to eat. I tell him that my wife Ann, is expecting me home to take her shopping. Skip grabs his cell phone and gives her a call. He tells Ann that his wife is out for the day and he wants to know if it is all right if I keep him company for a few drinks and something to eat. Ann gives him the okay and tells Skip to make sure that I don't drink too much and then drive. With that all settled, we go in and make ourselves comfy and crack a few cold beers
Skip fires up the barbecue and grills a couple of steaks. A real guy's meal .... meat and beer. No veggies. Just beer and meat.
So we settle in and talk about how bad our golf games are and how we need to improve when Skip suggests that we watch an instructional golf video that he has. I am not really interested, but, he is a friend, so I agree. .
When the video comes on. It's a golf video all right. It's about two couples golfing, that end up fucking each other's brains out. It is a free for all. It starts out with the two ladies sitting on the sofa together and start making out. Then one of the hubbies joins in and gets his cock sucked by both ladies. Then the husbands, sit back and watch their wives pleasure each other. Everyone is naked as the women eat each others pussy and suck their big tits. The hubbies want to switch partners and fuck each other's wife. The ladies agree ... with one condition. That the guys suck each other off first. The guys refuse, then the ladies start to put their clothes back on, so ... you know it had to happen, the guys suck each other off, then get to fuck their buddy's wife. It was a pretty fucking erotic video and I was as hard as a fucking rock by the time the guys got to fuck the women.
Skip was obviously even more aroused than I.He had his shorts undone and his hand firmly around his hard tool. I couldn't help but keep one eye on Skip, while trying to keep up with the video. Skip knew that I was watching him and suggests that I might want to unzip myself and take matters into my own hands. I have never done anything like this ...ever. But I could not help myself and soon had my hardon firmly in hand and my shorts were around my ankles.
I have been quite interested with a bi curiosity lately and could not believe that here I was with Skip, watching porn and ready to jerk off in front of him, while he did the same. Skip stood from his chair, grabbed a handfull of tissue and walked over to me and asked if I needed them. He had, by the way kicked off his pants and underwear all together now and stood right in front of me with his boner at eye level, about a foot from my face.
It was one of those things that just was going to happen. As I leaned forward, Skip did the same and the next thing, his hard cock is pushing at my lips. His precum is oozing from his slit as it rubs on my lips. Skip leans in a bit more and pushes his cockhead against my mouth in an attempt to get me to open wide for him. I can't believe |I am here.
My heart is beating faster and faster, I am sweating like crazy. my mouth is suddenly dry as sand. I swallow and open wide. Skip puts a couple of inches inside my mouth and holds the top of my head to steady himself. I am trying to make saliva to coat his hardon with, as my tongue works his glans. Skip is softly moaning as he rocks ever so slightly. He tells me that it feels good and wants to know if I want to try and take more. I can only mumble. "Ummm...ummm".
Skip takes that as a yes and still holding my head, sticks another couple of inches in. His cock is now in the back of my mouth and I can feel it rubbing the top of my throat. I was trying not to gag and ruin the moment, yet I could not stop myself. Skip withdrew from my mouth and I grabbed his hard dick and held it by the base as I wrapped my lips around it again. I was determined to make this happen. Sensing my eagerness, Skip stood still as I rocked back and forth on his stiff cock, while slobbering my spit all over it.
Soft moans were coming from deep inside of him as he grabbed my head and held on. He was quite satisfied for me to set the pace. While rocking and sucking, I also stroked the base of his big, hard cock and managed to tickle his balls with my free hand. I didn't know how long he would last, but apparently I was doing a good job, and only about one minute later, his grip tightened as did his whole body. From the shudder, I knew he was going to deliver any second now. I sucked harder, stroked faster, and squeezed his balls ...hard. I knew that his creamy load was on the way as he bucked into my face and his cock head twitched in my mouth. The first shot of salty cum felt like a blast from a pistol. My mouth was soon overflowing as I tried in vain to keep sucking and swallow at the same time. I could taste the salty protein and feel it coating my mouth and throat, while some ran down my chin. Skip stopped rocking and soon I could feel his cock begin to shrink as he pulled away from my face.
Without any time to realize just exactly what it was we had just done, a car pulled into the driveway. Skip shouted in a panic that his wife must be home. I grabbed my shorts from the floor and made a beeline for the bathroom as Skip shut off the TV, put his pants and underwear back on and tried to take that "just satisfied" look off his face. I got dressed, washed all the excess cum from my chin, rinsed my mouth and generally tried to erase the guilty look from my face.
By the time, I made it out to the living room again, Skip had opened a couple of more beers and sat in an easy chair watching a college football game. His wife had just finished unloading her shopping bags from her car and came to ask how our golf game had gone. Skip told her that I had beat him by a couple of strokes, but he would get me next time. He winked at me as he said the part about getting me next time.
About that time, I was pretty confused. I had just given a guy a blow job and now his wife was standing there in front of us. I thought deep down that she knew just by looking at me. I guess that guilt is a strange thing. Anyway I gulped my beer down and left shortly after. My next hurdle was going home to Ann and not looking like I had just sucked off my golf buddy. I was hard all the way home thinking about what had happened. What made it worse was the fact that I never got to cum before Skip's's wife got home, and I still had a full load waiting to get set free. When I get home, I could feel a wet spot in my underwear from my oozing pre-cum and I am still hard as a 2x4. I finaly tuck my hardon into my waistband and know that my untucked shirt will cover it up.
I walk in the door and Ann is just hanging up the phone. She tells me that she just finished talking to Skip and Ann. I think I'm going to have a fucking heart attack right then and there. I had to sit down. Ann thinks it's because I drank too much beer and gives me shit for driving after drinking. I tell her I won't do that anymore and she goes on to tell me that Ann invited her to go for a spa day with her on Tuesday (tomorrow) and then out for dinner and maybe a movie. She says that Skip wants to have another guys day on Tuesday too. He has reserved a tee time and he says after that you and him will probably have beer and steak and watch some more golf training videos or something like that.
Anyway, our tee time is for 8:30 a.m. tomorrow and Ann and Ann have their spa treatment set for 10:30 a.m. then dinner and a movie. Ann says that they will probably go for drinks after, so don't wait up for her. Holy fuck.
I am not sure what will happen tomorrow, but no way will I be able to sleep tonight. And no way will I be able to sleep till Ann gets home from her girl's day with Ann tomorrow night. One thing I do know is that I will be getting my cock sucked tomorrow and will no doubt give my second blow job of my life. After that ... who knows???
I should have known better. No one is more untrustworthy than a guy, especially if he has a hardon. A guy with a hard cock has no conscience. Sure, they will tell you exactly what they think you want to hear. Lines like, "Don't worry, I won't cum in your mouth", "Of course, I will pull out before I shoot my load" and "I will not put these pictures on the internet" are just a few of the lines that guys have been using since Adam and Eve. Well, maybe not quite that long. Anyway, I should have known better.
So here it is Saturday night and I am sitting around the house bored out of my mind. I have watched too much television, and my favorite porn sites just aren't doing it for me tonight. My right hand is in my panties trying to get something going, but it just doesn't feel right. I need some human contact, I need to feel the warmth from another person's body.
Then the phone rings. I jump to answer it and see from the call display that it is my next door neighbour, Jim.
"What the fuck does he want", I think to myself. He is not really a bad guy, just a bit of a pain in the ass. He thinks that he is pretty hot stuff and has all the ladies drooling over him. Truth is, he is right.
I answer the phone and right off the bat he says, "I've noticed that you are all alone this weekend too."
He goes on to say that his wife and kids are at her parents for the weekend and things are pretty quiet there. Then he asks if I would be interested in grabbing a bite to eat somewhere. He sounds kind of nervous on the phone and is almost begging me to accompany him. Not quite what I was expecting from such a ladies man.
I finally give in to him and figure I might as well have Jim as my human contact tonight, instead of dining alone. I have never felt like cooking for only myself anyway.
We agree on a time, and he pulls into my driveway right on time. When I get into his car, he compliments me on being punctual and for looking so good. I am beginning to regret my decision to go out for dinner with him already. Rumour has it that he has fucked half of the women in our neighbourhood, and I don't need to be seen associating with him, especially just the two of us. It just looks bad.
Things went pretty good from there and we had a good conversation all the way to a very nice restaurant on the other side of town. Jim said that he was treating, since it was his idea to go out. I reluctantly agreed to let him buy me dinner, but I did not like the idea of owing him anything.
Dinner and a couple of bottles of wine went down really well and I was glad that I was not driving, although it did not appear to me that Jim was too affected by the wine. But that was just me and I was feeling no pain. We got a couple of coffees to go and I figured that may help me regain some of my wits.
The drive home was pretty much a blur. The coffee didn't help too much. It never really does. Jim dropped me off in the driveway and asked if I was going to be all right by myself. I assured him that I would and promptly stumbled up to the front door and opened it.
I figured that since I was almost drunk now, I might as well finish the job, so I opened another bottle of wine and was sitting in the family room watching some lame movie when the doorbell rang. It was Jim. He was checking on me to see if I was okay.
I never invited him in, yet he sort of angled his way past me and was soon making himself at home on the sofa. I closed the door and figured since he took me out for dinner, the least I could do was offer him a drink.
He accepted, so I went to the kitchen and poured him a glass of wine. We sat and talked, and he again came across to me as being nervous and kind of twitchy. Then came an awkward moment. He asked if I had any other movies to watch. Any DVD's. I started to list some of the old time classics that I loved to watch and he soon rejected them and then got right to the point. He wanted to know if there was any pornos in the house. This was getting a bit out of control for me. I didn't really want to watch some porn with my next door neighbour. This was a bad thing to start.
Then he asks me how I enjoyed the dinner and the wine tonight. "So, it has started already", I thought to myself. Payback for the dinner. That is why I hate to owe anybody. I reluctantly directed him to a compartment in the entertainment center and told him to take his pick of the dozens of pornos in there.
Jim picked one out that was actually one of my all-time favorites. It is about a middle aged wife and her older husband, who just returned from a club with a young black stud to fuck the wife. The wife and her stud start up on the bed, with the husband sitting on a chair in the corner. The husband is soon directing the action and encouraging his wife to suck the stud's big, hard cock. And then from there, well the husband keeps encouraging the action, till his wife and her lover are exhausted, laying in a pool of spent cum. A pretty decent movie, if you like that kind of thing.
Jim tosses me the DVD and asks me to get it set up as he goes to refill our glasses with more wine. When he returns, I have the movie all set up and he comes and plunks his ass down right beside me on the love seat. This is not how I wanted to watch this at all.
With the movie just getting to the interesting parts in the bedroom, Jim turns to me and clinks glasses with me, "To good neighbours", he toasts. I smile, and return the toast, "Good neighbours", I say.
Things on the screen are heating up, and the old hubby is sitting on the edge of his chair as his wife and her black stud are kissing and feeling each other up. The hubby is telling the stud to feel his wife's big tits, and for his wife to rub the studs hard cock.
It is then that I notice that Jim is sporting quite the tent in his pants. He is adjusting him ass on the cushion and I can clearly see the outline of his cockhead. I knew this was going to happen. Fuck.
Then he reaches his left hand over top of his cock and rubs himself. Trying not to look directly at his crotch, I reach over to the coffee table to put my wine glass down. When I lean back in my seat, he has very smoothly stretched his arm across the back of the loveseat.
I immediately tense up and apologise, "Oh, I'm sorry", I tell him.
"Don't be sorry", he tells me, "Relax".
I stammered and studdered something, I'm not even sure what it was that I wanted to say. Then I felt his right hand on my shoulder. His hand was strong, and his grip was both firm and warm.
"Don't be afraid", he said in a very authoritive voice. "Take a good look".
Jim flexed his hips upwards as he kept his hand on my shoulder. I wanted to run, but I could not move. It was not altogether because of his grip on my shoulder, or because of the wine. It was many factors. I could certainly make a case for being drunk and overpowered, yet in some strange way, I did not want to move.
Jim sensed this and with his left hand, unzipped his pants, reached in, and unleashed his prized cock. This was the piece of man meat that he had fucked so many women with. It was impressive, I must admit, but it was not nearly the size of the black stud in the porno.
My gaze was frozen on his crotch as he unbuckled his belt, unfastened the button on his waistband, and lifting his ass, pushed his pants down until they fell to the floor around his ankles. I knew I was in trouble then.
His cock was sticking straight up from the fly in his silk boxers and precum was oozing from the slit in his cockhead. He took his index finger and tapped his cockhead taking a drop of the sweet nectar to his own lips and licked it away.
"Hmmm, sweet", he said as he looked me in the eyes.
"Have a taste", he said to me as he took his right hand and placed it on the back of my head.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone", he assured me. There it was, his first lie.
"Just this once", he continued as he pulled me ever so closer to him. There was his second lie.
I thought that I should resist, yet I could not. Shit, I did not really want to resist. I just felt that I should. Again, my mind rationalized. I have had too much to drink, and he is forcing me to do this. He is a strong man, I can not resist.
"Come on you fucking slut. You know that you want to suck his big cock. Go ahead suck his big, cock. Make him cum in your mouth", was what the old husband was saying on the DVD.
He could have been talking directly to me, because he was right. I did want to suck his big, hard cock.
I was already bent half the down to Jim's stiff cock, when I opened my mouth and gave up all resistance. I lowered my head to his waiting cock and licked the remaining gob of slippery precum from his hardon. It always amazed me how that precum always stuck to the skin and made a string like trail as I licked it away and tasted it. Jim was so right, it was sweet.
"Fuck yes bitch. Suck that big cock. Take it deep", the old man on the screen continued. It almost made me laugh as I now took the tip of my neighbours cock into my mouth. Closing my lips around only the glans, I swirled my tongue and bathed his cock in my saliva. I could hear Jim moan loudly as he now had both of his hands on the back of my head. He was not pushing down on me, just somewhere to keep his hands on me to show his control.
"What the fuck am I doing?", was the big thought running through my mind as I alternately sucked and swirled my tongue on Jim's cockhead.
Now, I felt pressure on the back of my head. Jim wanted to go deeper into my warm mouth. He was also flexing his hips up and down as he slowly fucked my face. He was building up a tempo that would only end when he shot his load of salty cum in my mouth.
"You can't stop a runaway freight train", was another line that guys like to use. Once they got started, they would only stop, after they had cum.
I did the only thing that I could. I opened my mouth wider and tilted my head back to allow more of Jim's cock into my mouth.
"Oh fuck ... that feels so fucking good", Jim moaned as he felt more of his tool drive into my mouth.
I was now bobbing up and down on him with my mouth as I took a firm hold of the base of his cock with my right hand. I did not want him to shove any more than a couple of inches of his thick cock into my mouth or I would gag on it for sure. As I sucked him, I pumped the rest of his cock with my hand and ocassionally tickled his balls.
Jim was thrashing around and moaning as he told me what a great cocksucker that I was. Flattery will get you everywhere.
I sucked him deeper and harder as I pumped his cock faster. I felt him start to tense up as he flexed upwards and the pressure on my head picked up. He was about to explode. His balls were twitching as he thrust upwards and held me in place.
The first blast of cum shot all the way to the back of my throat. It was warm and salty. The next jet of jism hit the roof of my mouth and felt like it filled my mouth. I had to start to swallow as he continued to spasm. His hands now firmly held me in place. I could not move now, even if I wanted to. But I did not want to move. I kept sucking his cock and now squeezed his balls, hard, to milk every last drop from him.
"Way to go slut. You are a great cocksucker. You suck cock like a pro", the DVD blurted out as I could feel Jim releasing the pressure he had on my head. I was beginning to think that it was kind of scary how this DVD was almost synchronized to my activities with Jim.
Raising my head, I was too embarrassed to look Jim in the eye. He patted me on the back of the head in an effort to comfort or congratulate me. I still could not face him.
"Fuck the bitch. Fuck her hard", the husband barked at the black stud in the movie.
Jim turned my head with his hand and stared into my eyes.
"No !! Things have gone to far already", I told him.
Sliding off the loveseat, he was on his hands and knees in between my legs now. He was rubbing my crotch and I was on fire. My earlier attempts to masturbate crossed my mind and I thought, 'What the hell'. I had just sucked him off, what difference would it make if I let him get me off too.
By the time it took me to solve my moral dilema, Jim had me stripped from the waist down. He was wasting no time.
My red silk panties were showing signs of my excitement and Jim was licking the wet spot on my crotch. Soon, he had my panties around my ankles and was hungrily working on getting me off. I knew that this was not going to last very long, and it didn't.
"Oh fuck ... oh fuck...", I was screaming as I came on his talented mouth and tongue. Jim never took his eyes off of mine as he finished me with the best orgasm I have had in many years. No wonder all the ladies line up for him.
My hands were laying on the top of his head as he continued his assault of pleasure on me. I had to push his head away from me because I was suffering from sensual overload.
Jim then knelt before me, his face covered in saliva and cum as he spoke. "We had better not tell our wives about this."
I laughed a nervous laugh, "I agree. I'm sure they don't want to hear that their husbands are a pair of cocksuckers".
Looking back on that night, I am not sure exactly what the fuck happened. Was it the wine, was it being so fucking horny all day, was it the fact that every guy in this world, at one time or another has thoughts of sucking another guy's cock or of having another guy suck his cock. Who knows. It happened
About the lying part. Yes Jim did lie. I told you, a guy with a stiff prick has no conscience. The very next weekend, he invites me out for a round of golf. I figure, what the fuck, we just blew each other last weekend, a game of golf sounds like fun. We load up our clubs in his car, then we go to pick up a third guy, and he invites us in for a beer before we play golf. We end up drinking beer, watching pornos, and sucking cock all afternoon, but that is another story ........
Peter's hand was sweaty as he clicked the mouse to start the shut down of his computer. His heart was pumping like crazy as a drop of pre-cum oozed from his cock head. He had done it. He had arranged a meeting over the internet for this evening. He had seen Judy's pics on a web site and made a few interesting comments about them. Judy immediately responded with some rather suggestive comments as well. Peter was hooked. For months, Peter and Judy, sent letters and photos back and forth and Peter masturbated over each and every letter and picture.
Peter often thought that if they could meet just once, he would have Judy squealing like a little school girl. Now was his chance. By some divine coincidence, both of their spouses were going to be out of town on the same day and well things just heated up and took off from there.
Plans were carefully made and well thought out. Tonight after darkness fell, Peter was going to drive to the Florida Mall in his rental vehicle, a van with tinted out windows. He would park in a specific row near the outer ring of the lot beyond the Sears entrance. He would wait for Judy to show up and give the signal. Flash the headlights, twice.
Peter didn't have to wait long for Judy to arrive. A car pulled into the lot, parked, and flashed the lights twice. Peter drove to the spot and made sure that his passenger side was along Judy's driver's side. Opening a passenger window, the two recognized each other from photos they had exchanged.
Judy climbed from the car and into Peter's van. Peter even recognized the outfit from one of the pics, he had jerked off onto. The white silk blouse, with a silky black jacket, the black, tight short skirt, thigh high nylons and "Fuck me" heels.
As planned, Judy gave Peter directions and they were soon at the rear of an abandoned strip mall. Climbing into the rear seating area, Peter hardly had enough time to sit when Judy was unzipping his fly and pulling out his hard cock. Using a talented tongue, Judy licked a drop of pre-cum from Peter's slit and savoured the taste. Peter lifted himself slightly and slid his pants and underwear down past his knees and let them fall to the floor around his ankles.
Not wasting any time, Judy had Peter's cock swallowed and was squeezing his balls. This was going to be really quick, Peter thought. Putting both hands on the back of Judy's head, Peter flexed his hips and fucked Judy's warm, wet mouth.
It was less than a minute before Peter felt that boiling in his balls and knew that his load was on it's way. With his ass muscles clenched, Peter felt the spasms all the way from his toes, to the top of his head. Peter delivered several ropes of creamy cum as Judy milked his cock and kept squeezing his balls.
Judy let Peter's still hard cock free and licked the last drop of his seed from the tip of his cockhead.
"Holy Fuck", Peter cried out. "That was one hell of a blow job". And with that Peter turned his attention to Judy's crotch. Judy legs were spread and the short mini-skirt was now up around Judy's hips. Peter reached his hand into Judy's red silk panties and explored Judy's hairless crotch.
"Please Peter, I'm on fire", Judy told him.
Peter took his time and even as he felt Judy's hands on the back of his head, pushing him downward, he resisted the temptation of just diving in.
Peter made good use of his long fingers and Judy was doing exactly what Peter had planned. Squealing and moaning like a schoolgirl.
Peter knew that he needed to taste Judy soon and he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue as he neared Judy's fiery crotch. Now, Peter attacked like a starving man. Licking, sucking, squeezing. Peter had Judy thrashing all over the seat as he brought Judy to the edge of ecstasy.
Judy wanted this to last longer too, but as was the case with Peter, this first meeting was just too fucking hot to hold back any longer. Peter had trouble containing all of Judy's cum in his mouth, yet he tried as best he could. He was trying not to get any on the car seat and swallowed and swallowed.
Judy stopped him and brought Peter's head up. Looking Peter in the eyes, Judy asked him. "So, Peter, how did you like sucking my cock?".
"Judy, I never in my life thought I would hear those words. But I have to say, it was fucking hot.". Peter replied.
"By the way", Peter asked, why do you call yourself Judy. "And what is your real name?"
"My name is Steve, and let me give you the short version. I have a neighbour named Judy. She is one hot fucking bitch. She dresses so sexy all the time. I used to jerk off watching her walking around her house almost every day. Then one day, I stole a couple pair of her panties from her clothesline and when I put them on, I came in them immediately. Soon, I was stealing her lingerie every week . I think she knows who is taking her clothes, but she never says anything. She just smiles at me a lot. Then I posted some pics of me in Judy's panties and lingerie and titled them Judy. So I became Judy in my sexy ladies garments,"
Looking at the inflated state of Peter's cock, Judy wrapped his hand around it and suggested that Peter let him take the starch out of his sails ........again.
