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Next door neighbors I was living in Houston, Texas, In my late thirties, when I found myself getting more fatigued as each day passed. Eventually, the doctors described my symptoms as Fibromyalgia Syndrome. The physical and mental fatigue had brought me to a sudden stop in my life and I had to quit work. I was barely capable of being a single dad and taking care of the two of us. My Wes, and his best friend Allen were within months of the same age and we lived next door to him, his dad, and little brother. Wes and Allen were always hanging out and spending the night at our place because he shared his room with his brother. Both of Allen’s parents lived in Houston and both were gay. He had two moms and one dad who "dated" every weekend and early on Allen informed me of his dad's crush and desire to date me. I have always been bi, but never gay, in the sense of an emotional attachment to another guy and my thing was mainly all about mutual blowjobs and jacking off each other. I had a gay femboy as a roommate right out of high school but managed to keep my distance as we worked at the same bank. However, Frank (Allen's dad) and I became close friends and filled in for each other when work or dating or whatever required a babysitter. Eventually, I put my notices in at work and at the duplex we shared with Allen's family, packed everything up, and turned in my keys to the owner of the duplex. The day I finished packing the car and U-haul took longer than I had planned so I accepted Frank’s suggestion to spend that night with them and get on the road early the next morning. We all had dinner and Frank - being much more domestic than I - had the boys in the tub and ready for bed by nine o'clock. He corralled them, put them to bed, and warned them about noise and keeping the younger one awake. He went in to finish cleaning up the kitchen and I began pacing, worrying, and trying to talk myself down from an<b> anxiety </font></b>attack. All the sudden changes; the move to my parent's farm, wondering where this illness was going to take me, moving my away from his home and friends, all had me second guessing my whole plan. So when Frank stepped out of the kitchen to ask me why all the fuss, I replied that I was freaking out and needed some herb or a Zanax. He chided me - he was not into recreational or otherwise drug use - and reminded me that he had been a professional masseuse for eleven years before leaving Cuba. Telling me he was about finished in the kitchen, he said to go on into the bedroom, strip to my underwear and he would give me a massage to relieve this panic attack. I hesitated, my gaydar flashing up, and he told me, "Mike, I'm gay not a bully!" I went back to the bedroom, stripped and laid down on my stomach to relax a little. Ten minutes later Frank came in and sat on the bed next to me. "Okay, are you ready? The oil might be a little cold but it’ll warm up," and he began with my neck and scalp. Like every time I treated myself to a massage, I began to meditate deeper and fell into that relaxed state that a gentle massage would always bring me. He worked his way down my back and then began on my butt cheeks and I felt my tidy whities bunching up. Frank slipped his fingers under the waistband, taking a hold of my briefs and he said, "Sorry Mike. Don't get upset but these are getting in the way," and he pulled my briefs down and off me. I felt him stand up and I glanced behind me to see him stripping to his underwear. He got back on the bed but this time he straddled my legs and sat on the back of my knees. He began kneading my ass and then stopped. This massage suddenly got erotic as anything I have ever experienced. Feeling his bare legs against mine, the gentle rub down, being naked on the bed with him... my cock became engorged underneath me stretching the skin tight and I could feel it throbbing painfully. Frank must have sensed this because I felt his hands grip my hips gently pulling up and he asked me to lift up a little bit. I did and I felt his hand slip underneath me wrap around my huge erect member and give it a gentle squeeze. "I can see you're getting over being anxious," he said with a chuckle. He let it go, I lowered myself to the bed, and he continued down the backs of my legs and ended with a five-minute workout of my feet. By now, I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life. Suddenly I realized that it was time to turn over for him to do my front and I pictured rolling over, my erect cock leaking precum like mad and thought I was going to explode right then. Feeling suddenly shy, I hesitated and I felt him stand up as he said, "It's not fair that I have to wear my underwear and you don't. I heard his white Calvin’s sliding down his legs as he said that it was time for me to turn over. Barely catching my breath and hearing the little moans of desire coming from my mouth I turned over and saw his erect thick cock also leaking precum and bouncing on my belly as he straddled my waist. He began massaging my face working his way down my shoulders and chest, working his way down. His hands and arms would gently brush my cock s as he rubbed my belly, hips, and thighs. It was such an "accidental" touching and seemed so casual and it drove me crazy with anticipation and desire. I could feel his naked ass and thighs sliding around on me as his hands continued his magic. He leaned forward repeatedly to go over my waist and belly and his thick seven-inch cut cock would drag itself across my legs and my crotch. He told me later that I was quietly moaning, licking my dry lips, and panting the whole time. He rushed over the front of my legs sliding his bare ass cheeks and thighs against mine. Letting go of the second foot and ankle I felt him crawl up beside me and he laid down facing me. He reached over, began a slow stroking of my cock, gently squeezing my nuts, and invited me to roll over to face him. I rolled over and I took hold of him and began to stroke rhythmically. I realized that I was entirely comfortable and was enjoying the night. Friends and "stepdads" to each other’s sons, we began talking and relishing the sexuality of each other. Frank was a master seducer and kept building the energy flow and then slowing it down. Lying naked in bed and jacking off each other was the most sexual fun I had had in years. Our hands roamed over our bodies and soon we were both slightly crazy with lust. As he worked my cock, my precum was flowing so much that the sheet was getting a wet spot and his wet with my precum hand on my slippery cock felt insanely delicious. I began picturing us in a 69 and found myself wanting his cock in my mouth desperately... mine in his. My moans and sighs beginning to compete with his. Suddenly, he leaned his face forward and I felt his lips against mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth and down my throat. I have never kissed a man during sex; it was the one thing that kept me going back to women. I dearly love kissing, and making out during sex, and making out with guys was just not part of my repertoire with them. I started to pull away and stopped as I thought of all the help and support he had given me taking care of my when I spent two years working until seven o'clock trying to manage a failing jewelry manufacturing and wholesale/retail jewelry and gemstone shop. I thought of how he had told both our sons of his crush on me since meeting but never had made it awkward. Of his accepting my lack of interest in dating him, and not letting that affect our friendship. So, I kissed him back and accepted this new level in our friendship. He got so excited at this surprise and became more and more active as we rubbed ourselves against each other. It felt like my adolescent sexual fun discovering girls in high school! I began having fun and enjoying our lust, bodies, and cocks. We finally pulled our mouths apart and I asked him to sit up with his back against the wall. As he did so, I got on my knees and straddled his chest, taking hold of his face and pushing my cock in his mouth without thinking or asking. I fucked his face while he struggled and he eventually spit my cock out saying he just wasn't into that. I apologized and said for him to lie down then and let me suck him off. He lay down and I stuffed his magnificent large cock in my mouth and as far down my throat as I could. Slobbering and drooling, no thought entered my mind to disturb my enjoyment of his dick sliding in and out of my mouth. I controlled the passion in me and would slow it down to keep him from cuming to quick. I hoped to suck his dick all night until it was time to get up the next morning! I glanced at the clock on the nightstand occasionally and about thirty minutes into sucking him off, he suddenly sat up, screamed loud enough to wake the neighbors, and I felt his hands on my head. And that was all for a couple of minutes. I had some sort of blackout because the next thing I was aware of was me lying on my back and shoulders, my hips resting on his thighs as he was sitting back on folded legs, his hands on my hips gripping tightly, cock deep inside my ass frantically being pumped in and out balls deep and saw my legs and ankles resting on his shoulders. I was in heaven and hoped he could last forever. I could feel my orgasm flowing and ebbing, one long glorious dry orgasm - except for my precum flowing again and little dabs of grey and white cum oozing out periodically - an orgasm like I'd never had before. I lowered my legs, remembering how my ex-wife would lock her ankles behind me and use her dancer’s thighs to pull me into her harder, and wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles and pulling him into me. His cries and moans of pleasure and the intense pleasure of him fucking me were so satisfying I knew that if I did not cum all night I would still be satisfied... my hands were all over his legs, waist, chest, and ass. My dick bounced up and down slapping and rubbing my belly and I was lost in pure ecstasy. It had to have gone on for as long as I had gone down on him and finally, he groaned loudly and I felt his fat man-meat pull out of me. I watched him jack off and spews of his cum splat on my cock and belly and pubic hair. It was several minutes before he slowly stopped jacking and sighing. He gazed into my eyes smiling, happy and with the look of a love-struck puppy as he untangled us. He got up and said he would be right back and I watched his still erect seven-inch fat cock lead the way as he walked across the foot of the bed and out the door still naked and unconcerned about our boys in the next bedroom. I remember thinking that his scream when I had him in my mouth earlier had to have woke them both up and not really being concerned as I lay there in blissful silence. He came back in the bedroom with a warm wet washcloth and sat down next to me on the bed. As he slowly cleaned his cum on my abdomen with one hand, he began jacking me off with the other saying, "Your turn now, sweetie.” I spewed four or five thick white ropes of my man jizz on us both and he finished wiping up all our cum with the washcloth. Smiling, he bent over and lightly kissed me he said, "Goodnight Mike, that was wonderful. I'm going to miss you when you're gone." Love, from rmichael  |
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