Sometimes men in need of M2M sex just need sex and not any romantic relationship. This is especially true for bi guys who in their life choices gravitated to the straight world, at least in public. They still have the need and spend enormous energy -- wasted or not -- to find just the right person and just the right circumstances safe enough to let go. Given these prerequisites, letting go very seldom happens. Occasionally, though, the hook-up they labor so hard to find is right under their noses, requiring no effort at all. Bingo, it just happens. Letting go even in seemingly safe circumstances, however, always means that lines are crossed, real and imaginary, even if only for a very short time. When the opportunity is rarely presented, however, all these barriers quickly fade. Take Jake as an example whose only barrier to the man sex he needed was a wooden fence.
Jake is a young partner an international accounting firm. He's not just any partner but one who is singularly successful especially for his age. He has all the accoutrements of success: trophy wife, expensive car, nice cloths, a huge house in a great neighborhood, etc... Even with all this, though, Jake has a gnawing emptiness in his sex life. In addition to a wife who's grown cold to him, Jake desperately wants sex with a man again. He vividly remembers all the few experimental M2M experiences in college, but their absence for a decade now only emphasize what he can't seem to get any more.
Like any good accountant, Jake calculates the assets and liabilities, risks and rewards, of his personal balance sheet. This leads Jake to conclude that all he can afford is a growing interest of bi and gay porn followed by brutal punishment of his best physical trait, his enormous tool. One drunken night in undergrad, his male sex partner called it "the hammer." This apt description of his physical manhood hits the nail on the head. The hammer is 10 inches of massive, veined, sideways-bent, thick man meat with a freakishly large head; hence the name. Even in its most flaccid state through clothing, the hammer draws stares of interest and delight from both women and men, the latter making Jake proudest.
The trophy wife is out of town this weekend, which provides one of the rare opportunities for Jake to gaily get off. Jake is really turned on by, and thinks constantly about, the idea of sucking a guy off and swallowing hot cum. This routine is grossly inadequate but keeps the vehicle of Jake's non-outed success safely in the road. And so, Jake sits on the patio engrossed in a world of virtual lust kneading the hammer; that is until he hears the gate by the pool open. He instinctively slams shut the lurid other-world inside his laptop computer and mutters to himself rhetorically, "what the fuck." In a blink, though, the interruption becomes completely worthwhile. Jake eyes the formerly unwelcomed visitor, Chad, dressed only in loose gym shorts and a short t-shirt that reveals the dark blond hair at his navel.
Chad is the youngest offspring of the cretins who live next door. In a neighborhood of big, expensive houses sits an out-of-place hovel. It is, in perversely artistic terms, a complete deconstructive shit-hole. It once was a respectable, post-WWII bungalow that in the few recent years degenerated into an obnoxious mass of torn shingles, taped windows, peeling paint, and over-grown vegetation. The parent inhabitants are equally obnoxious. It isn't that anyone in this tony neighborhood resents a small rent house. Rather, it is the utter waste their laziness leaves behind. The father is a successful programmer, and nice enough, but the mother has all the charm and warmth of an OCD, bi-polar bitch on the raw edge of psychosis. These parents' disdain of neighborly effort and manners perfectly matched and created their slovenly world.
Chad is the complete opposite of his disgraceful surroundings. Chad is bright and enterprising alright, but Jake's memories of him, when Chad was too young and green to pick, best describe him. Chad stands six-two. He has a long neck, sharp facial features with full lips and longish silvery blond hair that covers his ears and forehead. Jake spotted Chad's best feature early on. It is shown when Chad lied across the seat of his car looking for something underneath. His muscular, twin-global ass towered over the flat plain of Chad's straight back and long legs. His ass is the hottest fucking thing Jake ever saw or imagined. Jake recently saw that Chad has returned from undergrad and has become with time perfectly ripe for fucking. Jake spends more than a little time beating off to this mental image.
Chad is back from undergrad living at home and in law school. Chad, just like Jake, also has an unanswered sexual need. Chad's need is mostly anal, and it's only been virtual with his computer and plastic so far; that is dildos. Chad commutes to school on his motorcycle, but with an erotic twist. Often before riding home, Chad takes his backpack into the men's room stall from which he pulls lube and a butt plug. He pulls down his shorts, bends over and spreads his ass. He enjoys the feeling of being in a public restroom, inserting and twisting the plug into his ass. He then pulls up his pants and rides his bike home in the prone position, jamming his ass against the plug along the way. Chad even steers for rough spots in the road that help shove the plug up his tender ass. When he arrives home, he immediately pulls off a big load of cum, which he sometimes tastes. A couple of times he even shot a load of jiz in his pants before he could make it home.
Chad has increasingly frantic urges to shove things up his shoot. He started with small dildos in his bedroom at night when all was quiet, but over time moved to ever-larger dildos. As the plastic schlongs increased in length and girth, he found a place of escape from his shitty surroundings and omnipresent psycho-bitch-mom. The owners of the rental hovel once fancied the utterly failed and crazy idea of self-building a place that better fit the neighborhood. In so doing they first framed up unfinished "quarters" over the garage before giving up. Chad made this space his den of escape and sexual pleasure.
When not studying the law, Chad has three main interests. First, he lifts weights and works out. Second, and more to the point, he built a device onto which he kneels that makes the largest dildo he could buy stand firmly vertical. When working his ass onto it as far as he could stand wasn't enough, he found a mirror to watch. He looks down and watches as the dildo parts his blond ass hair around the sweet spot and slowly slides in and out his tight ass hole. The intensity of watching a cock disappear into his ass, even when it's just a dildo, forces Chad to stroke his respectable meat hard during the show into orgasm. Occasionally he licks his own warm cum from the mirror. Alas, even these sensual pleasures have become inadequate and lead to Chad's third interest, spying on Jake across the fence watching gay porn and playing with himself.
It's not just the sex that causes Chad to find Jake's world and habits irresistible. The idea of breaking into Jake's successful world is intoxicating to a young man energetic enough to want financial success and escape from his life growing up. More than this, however, Chad wants a real, live, pulsating, human, non-plastic cock to fuck him thoroughly. These longing and lurid desires overcame Chad this weekend night, and he worked up the courage to cross the line -- in more ways than one -- and pay a call on Jake. What neither Jake nor Chad could foretell was what simply crossing to the other side of a fence and invisible property line would bring; more lust and desire that night and afterward than either imagined possible.
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"Hey Chad," Jake said with a warm and welcoming smile. "Great to see you."
"Thanks, great to see you," Chad replied with a big smile.
"Come have a drink and tell me what you've been up to," Jake politely commanded. Jake instinctively saw awesome possibilities. Chad was having the same thoughts.
