Here I am, Joe Average, well Steve Average anyway... 48 years old, professional, married to second wife for 10 happy years so far, after a miserable first marriage that was 10 years of hell, but that's a whole other story... Anyway, we live in the suburbs of a good sized city, nice home, nice subdivision, great neighbors, nice lifestyle, kids have grown and moved out, nothing exciting... just typical and average.
Our neighbors across the street are a carbon copy of us, hard working couple during the week, yard work and small home projects on weekends. Terry calls or texts me when he needs help with something and I do the same when I need an extra pair of hands.
We moved into the house 9 years ago, they moved in 4 years ago and we hit it off from the start. Although we didn't get together on a regular basis, there were cookouts and friendly visits occasionally when we'd see each other working in the yards. Borrow a leaf blower, help move a bookcase... it couldn't be any more benign. Terry tended to do projects himself, I know my limitations and am good at hiring help and writing checks.
One spring Saturday I get a text from Terry asking if I could come over and help get some prep work done in advance of a new garage he's having built. I tell my wife that I'm headed across the street and I go over ready to do a little manual labor.
As Terry and I are plugging away throughout the morning we're of course talking about various things... work, sports, upcoming vacations... and Terry updates me on his wife's health. She's been having issues that the doctors haven't been able to pinpoint thus far. General overall lethargy and aches and pains, etc. It's been a couple months of doctor visits, tests, various medication trials. She's continued to work and function overall, just a very annoying, underlying "shitty feeling".
Terry mentions that it's not only been rough on her, but on him as well as he chuckles and I ask how so and he says "I haven't had sex in weeks." And he laughs again.
I laugh along and tell him "That must suck... or I guess that isn't happening either, huh?" and I laugh with him.
He responds "Yeah, not even that... I'm not upset with her or anything, she can't help it, but it sure is rough and it's like being back in junior high taking matters into my own hand a lot these days."
We continue working and getting a good portion of our intended goal done as lunch time approaches. Terry's wife, Sharon, comes out and asks if we'd like to take a break for a sandwich and we welcome the break.
We head in and I catch up on things with Sharon and we discuss books. We share a common interest in reading material and read some of the same fictional authors. She puts on a happy face but I can see she's getting tired again. Terry and I head back out to slave away and I comment "It was good to see Sharon, I hate to see her so tired looking though. I hope the doctors are able to figure out what's going on soon."
"You and me both Steve or I'm going to bust a testicle."
I hesitate for a moment thinking about saying something, but I stop myself. Terry notices and says "What were you going to say?"
"Honestly? I was going to say I may have a temporary solution for you..."
"How so? Do you know a 'lady of the evening'?"
"Not exactly..."
Now is a good time for to explain that lately, just in the past year I've had a sudden desire... a craving... an interest... wondering what it would be like to have a cock in my mouth. I have no interest or desire to be fucked by a guy, just want a cock in my mouth. I have absolutely no idea where this came from or how the entire thought started in my head. I've always been straight, even a bit of a man-whore in my younger days, especially after the first marriage catching up, sowing my wild oats. I've never thought about anything even close to sexual with another man, so why has this been in my head the past year? I have no clue, but I haven't been able to shake it. I watch plenty of porn and never really paid attention the male actors, focusing on the women and I have always appreciated a woman that could deepthroat and enthusiastically suck a big cock. Sure, I've noticed and been impressed by some of the male actors and what they're packing, but never had I sat there stroking myself thinking "I wonder what that would feel like in my mouth." I mean NEVER... until recently. What's going on with me? Some weird middle-age thing? A natural rite of passage that men don't talk about? A brain tumor? I just don't know, but I want it... To touch another cock, to taste another cock, to feel a cock sliding down my throat... to feel one cum in my mouth and taste it... It has to be a brain tumor... there is no other possible explanation.
Terry is looking at me waiting for an answer and further explanation of what I meant.
I hem and haw... "Well, no, not a prostitute or anything like that."
"Well what? One of the housewives in the neighborhood?"
"Ummmm, no... not that either."
"Well what then?"