My wife and I have been married for 7 years now. We live in a neighborhood on a golf course with a lot of other first-time home owners. The houses are nice, but small, and packed together pretty well. Ours is a little bigger than most, complete with a pool in the backyard. I really like it. I know most of my neighbors pretty well, but I'm best friends with Carl. He lives just next door. He moved in about a year ago. I know he was divorced a while back, but he was shy about revealing much more of his past. Occasionally when he was drunk he'd talk about this and that, but that was all. We spent a lot of time together playing cards and drinking beer.
I'm 35, tall and skinny. I work as one of the large parcel delivery companies, so I have managed to keep in great shape. I'm blond haired and blue eyes. My wife is Steph. She's just a month younger than I am, about 6 inches shorter than I am, and a little overweight. That last fact I keep to myself. She works as a flight attendant for a major airline and is gone usually about 18 days a month. Most times, she's out and then back again, but occasionally she'll be gone for over a week. The sex between us has gone stale, I'm afraid. I'm pretty much only getting ABC sex. Anniversary. Birthday. Christmas. Rarely, is she interested in sex any other times. I'd stopped trying to get her to come around because I'd been denied too many times. So, her being out of the house for days in a row was sometimes welcome. One of those times is the timing of this story.
Carl is just a few years older than I am and a little taller. He's got dark, ebony skin and bit of a gut going, but he tries to keep in shape. I know this because we belong to the same gym and we see each other there often. I'm not a stranger to being in a community shower and seeing a bunch of other men walking around in various states of undress since I did a few years in the Navy when I was younger, but I couldn't help but try to catch a glimpse of him naked. He had a long, skinny cock that was uncircumcised. I'd never seen one of those before and it always fascinated me. He also had no pubic hair, or any hair below his waist, for that matter. He'd caught me looking at him in the shower a few times, but most times I thought I had averted my eyes before he caught me.
Well, as to the set of circumstances of this story, it started one Thursday morning when my wife's work schedule came out.
"Shit," she said. "I'm screwed."
"What's the matter?" I asked her as I sat down to eat my cereal for breakfast.
She was drinking her coffee, looking at her phone as always in the morning. She put her phone down and looked at me. "My schedule. I have to be at the airport in three hours and I'll be gone for 12 days. What a bunch of shit."
I reminded her that her being gone long stretches isn't necessarily a bad thing because that meant she'd be making more money than usual. I also assured her that I can take care of myself for a few days. We had no kids and our only pet was a cat that liked to be left alone as long as her food dish was filled.
So, I was going to be a geographic bachelor for a few days. This happens a fair amount for us, but rarely this long. But, I was actually thinking that I would be able to squeeze in some golf and have a little fun with my friends during the two whole weekends she'd be gone.
I finished my shift and headed home. I arrived just as Carl was getting home from work. He waved at me and I waved back. He looked in the garage and saw only one car. "Where's Steph?" he asked.
"She's gone for 12 days, my friend," I said as I walked over. "She got screwed over by her work and has to do a couple of hops in a row. I'm afraid I'll have to fend for myself for a while."
He asked me I wanted to have a beer with him.
"Sure," I said as I made a grand gesture toward my clothes. "Just let me change out of my uniform first."
We agreed that we'd meet up on his back deck when I'd finished.
I showered and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. It was a beautiful July evening and the sun wasn't going to set for another two hours at best. Plenty of time to get half a buzz on and call it a night.
I walked over and Carl was already on the deck, drinking a beer.
"Hello, my good man," I said as I approached. I had a couple of bottle of beer in my hands and lifted them toward him.
"You didn't have to bring any over, " he said. "I have plenty."
"I'll just add these to the others then" and I walked into his house. We spent the next hour on his deck before the mosquitoes started in earnest and forced us inside.
We sat on the couch and watched a baseball game for a while, bullshitting.
After a while, I asked him "How come there are no pictures of you and your exwife around your house? Or is that a sore subject."
"It's a very sore subject," he said. "That bitch ruined my life."
"I only ask because you've never told me anything about her, is all. I meant no offense," I said. I didn't want to piss him off or anything, but I'd had several beers and my curiosity got the better of me.
"No offense taken," he said and we clicked beer bottles. "I guess I never have told you what happened, have I?"
"It's cool, you don't have to if it's too painful," I said.
"Well," he said and turned toward me on the couch. "We've been friends a while and I guess you should know. She caught me with another man."
I looked at him a second and said "Like...caught in bed with another man?"
"Yea," he said. "It was very embarrassing at the time. We'd drifted apart over the course of being married for 8 years and I started messing around with a guy from work. We were just getting started in the bedroom when she came home unexpectedly."
"So, she just walked in on you?" I asked.
"Yea, she walked into the bedroom when I was giving him a blowjob and she freaked out. She wasted no time in telling everyone we knew and everyone that I work with. I wasn't ready to come out of the closet yet, so it was pretty traumatic for me."
"So what did you do?" I asked.
"Well, we got divorced, of course. The guy I was with got divorced as well and left town in disgrace. He wasn't gay, he said. That was 4 years ago. I've been celibate ever since."
"He wasn't gay? Yet he was caught with another man." I said.
"Well," he smiled at me. "I got him to rationalize it by telling him that it didn't make it gay if I'm the one sucking his dick. He's just a guy getting a blow job. I'm doing the gay stuff. We messed around a few times before we got caught and that was the day he'd agreed to blow me in return. I was very disappointed, to be honest."
We both laughed. "I bet you were. That's awful, Carl. I'm sorry that happened to you like that."
He looked at me a long moment and said "I bet that wouldn't work on you, would it?"
"What?" I asked. "The 'it's not gay if I'm the one getting the blowjob' thing?" I suddenly got an image of Carl naked in my head. I couldn't help but wonder how big that thing he had between his leg would get when he got aroused. I felt my cock began to stiffen. I hadn't had sex with Steph in a while. I hadn't gotten a blowjob in...well, a long fucking time. Probably since we moved here.
"Yea," he said and slid closer to me and put his beer on the coffee table. "That. You'd never be into that, would you? You know what they say: 'Men give better head than any woman does.' We know the equipment much better."
"I don't know..." I managed to say, looking at him. I could feel my cock getting harder at the thought.
