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That got me an introduction to her husband, John. Karen's a good-looking woman, but Johnny has handsome as a model. He's a physical therapist and I seriously considered breaking my leg to get him to massage my body.

Of course, I didn't do it. What I did do, instead, was fantasize about John's naked body. I saw him as perfection from top to bottom, and he had the ideal cock for my mouth and my ass. I tend to get hooked on straight guys over and over again.

I guess there's a certain alluring quality about the unobtainable. And if is safe. There's no risk of feeling rejection when I wouldn't be so dumb as to think I had something no straight man could resist. So, I dreamt of John's hunky body being in my arms, though I believed it could never be. Then, some friends of ours went off to Europe for a couple of weeks and Karen and John were asked to take care of their house on the lake.

They invited me up for the weekend and, wouldn't you know it, that was my Saturday to work at the office! I work one Saturday per month, and that had to be it! I drove up to the lake after work and couldn't wait for Sunday to arrive. The three of us enjoyed a fantastically relaxing evening talking, playing cards, eating, drinking and watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show. We went to bed well after midnight and I had a difficult time getting to sleep. I couldn't hear anything, but I just knew John and Karen were fucking.

Straining to hear the bed squeak, I imagined John's cock hard and pounding Karen's box. The next morning, I found them already up when I made my way to the kitchen. Karen looked dressed for work. My heart skipped a beat when I learned she was going to church and John was staying behind to keep me company.

When Karen left, John and I took our coffee into the living room and shared the Sunday paper, Then, John suggested we go for a swim. But, in my rush to get to the lake, I neglected to bring a pair of swim trunks with me.

Come on, let's take a look. I wasn't convinced a pair of his trunks could be cinched tight enough to stay around my skinny waist. I followed John into the master bedroom anyway. And Bill's trunks were too big for me, "Here, wear mine. I think Bill's will fit me better than you," John conceded, and tossed me his bathing suit.

As soon as John started to undress, I knew I was in trouble. I felt a hot stirring in my crotch that meant the beginning of an erection. Somehow, I had to hide my growing excitement. If I stripped slowly enough, I thought, maybe John would leave the room before my dick got too big. No such luck, though. He pulled his shirt up over his head, giving me my first look at his chest, and that did it! My cock shot straight up! John stood facing me. Soft, brown hair covered his pecs, swirled around his tan nipples, then narrowed into a thick line that ran down his stomach.

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt as John got out of his sneakers and socks. He was still facing me when he reached for his belt buckle.

I drew in a long, deep breath to steady my trembling fingers. I still managed to tie my shoelaces into a knot. But that was just the delay I needed to keep my crotch covered as I watched John's jeans travel down his hairy thighs, past his knees and down to his ankles.

I stared at the full pouch of his shorts. My blood raced through my veins. I couldn't believe I was about to see raw cock. I sat on the edge of the bed, dropped my shoes to the floor and fumbled with my socks. John's thumbs slid beneath the elastic waistband of his underwear and he pushed them downward. Time seemed to stop as, inch by inch, the jockeys slipped down his abdomen and I spied an explosion of curly brown pubic hair.

It seemed another eternity before a wide expanse of white cock flashed in front of my eyes. And it appeared his dick would never end, that he was all shaft and no knob. Finally, his shorts slipped off the end of his prick and revealed his entire length. His underwear kept traveling downward, but I locked my gaze onto his cock. John's freed meat was nearly as perfect as I had imagined. Broad, tan and long, his dick was circumcised.

His fat girth angled away from his nuts much too far for his dick to be limp. He was hard, tool I forced my eyes to look up John's body to find him smiling. I couldn't figure out what was going on. He was obviously aroused, but I didn't know why. I need a good blow job. Karen knew I was gay and she had apparently told John.

He assumed that just because I was gay I'd want to suck his cock. I did, but his assumption showed the size of his ego. I didn't care about that, though, only about the size of his meat. I wanted his dick sliding down my throat too badly to let anything get in the way.

His cock hardened the more he played with it. It was as straight as an arrow and pointing directly at my gaping mouth. Suddenly, John turned around as if embarrassed by his steadily rising erection. He said, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that. God, what a jerk! John removed his hand, let his cock fall forward and stepped between my thighs. I could smell his excitement as I brought my hands up his legs and into his crotch.

I closed one hand around his balls, the other around his wide base. Just touching his warm skin sent a chill through my body. Quickly, I put my mouth around his prick and drew his cockhead onto my tongue. I licked the broad helmet lodged between my lips and tasted what Karen never would. I wanted to spend hours making love to his knob, but John had other plans.

He pushed forward, sending his hard rod further into my mouth. I fondled his balls as my lips coursed over his smooth shaft. I stopped his cock before his knob slipped into my throat. I needed to play with his dick before I got serious about getting him off.

I had him now, but wasn't sure I'd ever have him again. I meant to take full advantage of the moment. My tongue curled around his wide girth, my lips moving slowly, my teeth barely pressed to his firm flesh. His cockhead sat at the entrance to my throat, leaking, greasing the way for his eventual drive into it. I sucked to close my cheeks around his captured cock. I could feel his legs tremble as I held his meat in my drooling mouth. His sighs deepened and he shook more fiercely.

Then he eased me back on the bed, his dick planted in my mouth, and straddled my chest. Fast action was about to begin. I moved my hands to the backs of his thighs, opened my throat and prepared myself to receive his entire length.

John was in control now and I instinctively knew he wouldn't go slowly. My loving blow job was about to become a sizzling fuck, my throat the target of his pounding thrusts.

He pulled his cockhead up to my lips. I gripped his thighs in anticipation of a flying drive through my mouth. His body lowered, not with the speed I had assumed, but fast enough to erase any thoughts of slowing his progress.

He didn't stop until his pubic bush tickled my nose and my lips sat locked around his base. He had gotten all the way inside me, but it wasn't a comfortable fit.

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That got me an introduction to her husband, John. Karen's a good-looking woman, but Johnny has handsome as a model. He's a physical therapist and I seriously considered breaking my leg to get him to massage my body. Of course, I didn't do it. What I did do, instead, was fantasize about John's naked body. I saw him as perfection from top to bottom, and he had the ideal cock for my mouth and my ass. I tend to get hooked on straight guys over and over again. I guess there's a certain alluring quality about the unobtainable.

And if is safe. There's no risk of feeling rejection when I wouldn't be so dumb as to think I had something no straight man could resist. So, I dreamt of John's hunky body being in my arms, though I believed it could never be. Then, some friends of ours went off to Europe for a couple of weeks and Karen and John were asked to take care of their house on the lake.

They invited me up for the weekend and, wouldn't you know it, that was my Saturday to work at the office! I work one Saturday per month, and that had to be it! I drove up to the lake after work and couldn't wait for Sunday to arrive. The three of us enjoyed a fantastically relaxing evening talking, playing cards, eating, drinking and watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show. We went to bed well after midnight and I had a difficult time getting to sleep.

I couldn't hear anything, but I just knew John and Karen were fucking. Straining to hear the bed squeak, I imagined John's cock hard and pounding Karen's box. The next morning, I found them already up when I made my way to the kitchen. Karen looked dressed for work. My heart skipped a beat when I learned she was going to church and John was staying behind to keep me company. When Karen left, John and I took our coffee into the living room and shared the Sunday paper, Then, John suggested we go for a swim.

But, in my rush to get to the lake, I neglected to bring a pair of swim trunks with me. Come on, let's take a look. I wasn't convinced a pair of his trunks could be cinched tight enough to stay around my skinny waist.

I followed John into the master bedroom anyway. And Bill's trunks were too big for me, "Here, wear mine. I think Bill's will fit me better than you," John conceded, and tossed me his bathing suit. As soon as John started to undress, I knew I was in trouble. I felt a hot stirring in my crotch that meant the beginning of an erection. Somehow, I had to hide my growing excitement.

If I stripped slowly enough, I thought, maybe John would leave the room before my dick got too big. No such luck, though. He pulled his shirt up over his head, giving me my first look at his chest, and that did it! My cock shot straight up! John stood facing me. Soft, brown hair covered his pecs, swirled around his tan nipples, then narrowed into a thick line that ran down his stomach.

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt as John got out of his sneakers and socks. He was still facing me when he reached for his belt buckle. I drew in a long, deep breath to steady my trembling fingers.

I still managed to tie my shoelaces into a knot. But that was just the delay I needed to keep my crotch covered as I watched John's jeans travel down his hairy thighs, past his knees and down to his ankles. I stared at the full pouch of his shorts. My blood raced through my veins. I couldn't believe I was about to see raw cock. I sat on the edge of the bed, dropped my shoes to the floor and fumbled with my socks. John's thumbs slid beneath the elastic waistband of his underwear and he pushed them downward.

Time seemed to stop as, inch by inch, the jockeys slipped down his abdomen and I spied an explosion of curly brown pubic hair. It seemed another eternity before a wide expanse of white cock flashed in front of my eyes. And it appeared his dick would never end, that he was all shaft and no knob.

Finally, his shorts slipped off the end of his prick and revealed his entire length. His underwear kept traveling downward, but I locked my gaze onto his cock.

John's freed meat was nearly as perfect as I had imagined. Broad, tan and long, his dick was circumcised. His fat girth angled away from his nuts much too far for his dick to be limp.

He was hard, tool I forced my eyes to look up John's body to find him smiling. I couldn't figure out what was going on. He was obviously aroused, but I didn't know why. I need a good blow job. Karen knew I was gay and she had apparently told John. He assumed that just because I was gay I'd want to suck his cock. I did, but his assumption showed the size of his ego. I didn't care about that, though, only about the size of his meat.

I wanted his dick sliding down my throat too badly to let anything get in the way. His cock hardened the more he played with it.

It was as straight as an arrow and pointing directly at my gaping mouth. Suddenly, John turned around as if embarrassed by his steadily rising erection. He said, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that. God, what a jerk! John removed his hand, let his cock fall forward and stepped between my thighs.

I could smell his excitement as I brought my hands up his legs and into his crotch. I closed one hand around his balls, the other around his wide base. Just touching his warm skin sent a chill through my body. Quickly, I put my mouth around his prick and drew his cockhead onto my tongue.

I licked the broad helmet lodged between my lips and tasted what Karen never would. I wanted to spend hours making love to his knob, but John had other plans. He pushed forward, sending his hard rod further into my mouth. I fondled his balls as my lips coursed over his smooth shaft. I stopped his cock before his knob slipped into my throat.

I needed to play with his dick before I got serious about getting him off. I had him now, but wasn't sure I'd ever have him again. I meant to take full advantage of the moment. My tongue curled around his wide girth, my lips moving slowly, my teeth barely pressed to his firm flesh. His cockhead sat at the entrance to my throat, leaking, greasing the way for his eventual drive into it. I sucked to close my cheeks around his captured cock.

I could feel his legs tremble as I held his meat in my drooling mouth. His sighs deepened and he shook more fiercely. Then he eased me back on the bed, his dick planted in my mouth, and straddled my chest.

Fast action was about to begin. I moved my hands to the backs of his thighs, opened my throat and prepared myself to receive his entire length. John was in control now and I instinctively knew he wouldn't go slowly. My loving blow job was about to become a sizzling fuck, my throat the target of his pounding thrusts. He pulled his cockhead up to my lips. I gripped his thighs in anticipation of a flying drive through my mouth.

His body lowered, not with the speed I had assumed, but fast enough to erase any thoughts of slowing his progress. He didn't stop until his pubic bush tickled my nose and my lips sat locked around his base. He had gotten all the way inside me, but it wasn't a comfortable fit.

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