My life to this point had been pretty much by the book. I worked hard, got good grades, and managed to land a nice job right out of college. I had recently become engaged to my girlfriend of four years, and we had just purchased our first home together. It was a fairly modest condo in a newer development, but it was certainly better than renting. It was at this point that my life was completely upended and turned on its ear.
Being new to the development meant lots of visits from some of the residents who had moved in before us, oftentimes accompanied by some sort of baked good or alcoholic beverages to welcome us to the neighborhood.
One of the neighbors I clicked with the most was a middle-aged man named Tim. We talked about sports for a good forty-five minutes, and he told me he had turned his basement living room into a mini home theater and that I should stop by sometime to watch a game with him. I told him that sounded great, since I hadn't even had a chance to get the cable hooked up yet, and had planned to try to watch from a bar, so we made plans to watch from his place later that week.
When game day arrived I picked up the obligatory six pack of cheap beer and headed across the street to Tim's place.
"Hey, glad to see you found the place alright!" he said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, only got lost a few times on my way!" I responded.
"Well, the theater room is downstairs, and there's fridge down here too so you can keep those cold." he said as he headed down the stairs.
The layout of Tim's place was more or less the same as ours, with a few modifications downstairs to accommodate the theater setup.
"Wow, man, this is pretty sick. I might be hanging out here more often than you bargained for."
Tim chuckled "Yeah it was a pretty long process but I'm happy with how it turned out."
We settled in on the couch and watched the game on his giant flat-screen TV. I finished all six of my cheap beers, and Tim was kind enough to let me have a few of his craft beers and before too long I was feeling pretty tipsy. No problem, I thought, I'm walking right across the street anyway. Perfect setup.
"That game was pretty disappointing, huh." Tim said.
"Yeah, blowouts are never very fun to watch, even when your team wins. I just wish I'd been able to see last week's game. I only saw the box score.
"Oh, I record every game and have them archived on my computer. Want to watch it now?" he offered.
"Oh, yeah, if it's that easy sure."
He grabbed a wireless keyboard from the coffee table and changed the input on the TV to a different port. When the picture finally loaded it was his computer, but open on the screen was a paused video player of an older looking man with a younger looking guy's legs and arms wrapped around him.
"Woah what the-" I let out before I could really process things.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry I must have forgotten to close this out."
"Oh, uhh, yeah that's all good..." I said, averting my gaze. I could feel the redness in my face deepening.
"If you want to leave, I get it. This is probably pretty uncomfortable for you." Then I saw him look down at my groin. "Although, maybe it's not that uncomfortable for you?"
At that moment I suddenly became aware of the fact that I was probably half erect, and my face became so hot you could've fried an egg on it.
"Wha-? Nah, I think it's just shock or maybe the alcohol or something I dunno." I stammered out.
"Alcohol usually has the opposite effect in that regard" he said with a chuckle. "Here, why don't we turn it back on and you can make a reasoned assessment?"
Then he clicked the play button on the video. The older man was slowly and sensually fucking the younger guy, who was moaning in sheer ecstasy with each slap of the older man's balls against him.
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe not. But I became entranced by the rhythmic slapping, coupled with their shared moans and groans. Periodically the older man would lean down and they would kiss passionately.
"See, I like slower, more sensual videos. The hard core stuff is so soulless to me. I love it when you can see how much each one is enjoying it." he said.
This snapped my focus on the video and I looked over at Tim. I don't know how long I had been fixated, but in that time he had gotten completely naked, and was slowly stroking his cock. It was probably about the same size as mine, so around 7-8 inches, but it was substantially thicker with a tuft of black and gray pubic hair. I again became aware of my own erection, only this time it was painfully hard, and leaking precum in my jeans.
"You're more than welcome to join me, if you'd like."
Join him? In jacking off to gay porn? What the hell was happening?! Things had gone completely off the rails. Still, my cock was absolutely aching, and it had been a few days since I'd gotten any release. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe not, but next thing I knew I had undone my jeans and pulled out my cock.
"Wow, very nice tool you have there. But if you plan on finishing, you're probably going to want to take off your shirt, unless you don't think walking in with a huge cumstain on your shirt would arouse suspicion", Tim said.
He was right, so I followed his lead and soon enough I was sitting naked on a couch stroking my cock to gay porn less than 3 feet away from another man.
"Mmm. The climax is coming up", he said.
I noticed the older man picking up the pace slightly, and driving his cock as deep as he could with each thrust. Then with one hard thrust I heard him start grunting in a way every man is familiar with. He was cumming inside his young lover.
With that I lost it and began erupting shot after shot of cum all over my chest and stomach.
I looked over at Tim and noticed he too was cumming, but he wasn't watching the screen. He was watching me. His load was as big or possibly even bigger than mine.
"Do you have a towel so I can get cleaned up?" I said, suddenly feeling incredible shame and confusion.
"Towel? No, not close. Here, this'll help."
With that he leaned over and started licking up the cum off my stomach, swallowing it all. Then he ran a finger up my cockhead to get the last drop.
"Mmm. That was great, wasn't it?"
