My wife had left me. Saying that I did not fulfill her needs. I spent all my time in the garage restoring that old banger. I never took her anywhere. Complimented her or just appreciated her being there with me. She was going.
She did leave me. The house, contents everything. She left me because she was having an affair. She tried to blame me. But the thing is. everybody knew about it. Including me. It was just time before she fucked off. Her loss.
In her stupidity she had put the house in my name, when her company was going through a bad patch, and forgot about it. When the company sailed back into calm waters.
Once she had gone. I went to part time at work. My own savings could well support me. From then on until the time come for me to curl up my toes.
She wasn't getting a mention in my will. Nothing.
With no children. The house looking good. Quite modern. It was just me and a seventies car that wanted some restoration.
I liked my home. It took a lot to get it looking this good. A three bed detached. Nice area. On a cul-de-sac. I lived at the end where there was only one neighbour. There was a farm to the other side.
The only problem really was next door. They were just strange to me. He (Peter) could only talk about money and savings. How much his horrible car cost to run. The price of groceries. He never went to the pub. "At them prices"
He could wear you down in two minutes. He even managed to grind his wife (Sally) down to his level. When they moved in. He was a miserable cunt then. But Sally was pretty and bubbly. They come with their son Simon. He was about fifteen or so.
Not long after the wife had fucked off. Sally caught me to tell me that they were having a party at theirs, for Simon's eighteenth, and I was more than welcome. I thought 'Oh great he is too tight to pay for somewhere to have his son's party'
"Sure I would love to come." I heard myself saying. "Shall I bring a bottle of something?"
Simon himself was a good lad. Even interested in my car. I had to think of something to buy him. A gift card probably.
The night of the year arrived. I turned up at their door with a decent bottle of wine and a slab of beer. Walking there, I thought that with what I had it probably triple the alcohol there.
In there I suffered Peter droning on about money for a change. Until Simon managed to get me. He wanted to know more about my car and asked if he could help me. Because his dad was not that good at manual work. Or cars.
Then it struck me. Simon still looked like he was fifteen. Small, skinny and as far as I could see no bum fluff anywhere on his face. I said that he was more than welcome at any time. If the back door was open then just to come in. Then asked him the obvious question. "Can you get served in a bar?"
"I haven't tried properly yet. I'll just take my passport and provisional license."
After succeeding in getting Sally half cut. I left them to it. The call of the local was too great.
I was late getting going the next day. Too much the night before. I tried to sharpen my mind with a bit of porn. Laptop wired to the t.v. It got me to go and at least look at the car.
Managing to do little with it. I decided it was lunch time. I made myself a sandwich and a coffee. Eating in the kitchen. While thinking and drinking coffee. I remembered that I needed to order a few things.
I went back to my laptop, and powered it up. I turned on the t.v. and the porn was still there. I thought fuck it. A couple of minutes won't do any harm. The porn itself was one of the best films I had seen in ages. Two lesbians, lost in each other. I thought it was so realistic for a change.
Soon enough I felt my cock growing. That was time to decide.
Have a wank now. Or look for that part and wank later.
Then Simon coughed at the doorway. I nearly choked. My erection vanished. Now to bluff my way out of this. "I'm sorry. Nobody was meant to see this. I just got side tracked a little."
"I would have too. It looked good."
"Your not bothered about catching me out?"
"Everyone looks at porn. Except me. They have parental controls on the internet. I only ever see it at friends."
"Do you want to watch this or look at the car?"
"I wouldn't mind this. If that's ok."
I pointed to the other side of the settee. "Make yourself comfortable then."
The film was played again. I settled back, to watch it with my new porn companion.
As I sat there, I cast my mind back to when I began watching porn. Back then it was all VHS though.
Through friends, and after being introduced was Freddie. He lived alone. He had a massive collection of porn. Video and magazines. Not just what you bought from the newsagents either. Magazines where you looked at people fucking, licking, sucking and swallowing cum.
Eventually I started visiting Freddie alone.
We would watch a video. We done that a couple of times. Then he started. "If you want. You can always get it out and wank yourself you know."
I pulled my hard cock from my jeans, and he gasped. But never said anything for a while.
Then. "Do you want me to do that for you?"
I thought why not and let go of my dick. Freddie shuffled along to be beside me, and started to slowly stoke my cock.
It felt good having someone doing that.
Even when he began sucking me.
I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations of having my cock sucked for the first time.
It didn't take Freddie long to get me to cum. I did tell him that I was going to cum. That just made him suck me faster.
As my cock erupted in his mouth. I'm positive he cum too.
I visited Freddie about every other week after that.
We would watch a video. When I wanted I would get my cock out and he would suck me off.
Later on, I sometimes wanked him off.
By then I was borrowing some video's. That made me popular amongst my friends.
We would watch them at my place when my parents were out.
There was a hardcore group of five of us. We would get the tissues out and sit there and wank at these pictures.
We never touched each other. But it was so natural for us to jerk off in front of each other.
I miss those sessions.
Occasionally, I began to suck off Freddie. It was rare. But I used to enjoy making him climax for a change.
It took about three or four years before I fucked him. The first time, wearing a condom. Plenty of lube. Then after that. Freddie used to suck me, getting my cock dripping with his saliva for lube. He waited until I had fucked his ass three or four times more. Before asking me to cum in his mouth. He loved to suck me off when I had just been fucking him.
By then I was seeing girlfriends, and having sex with them. But I still carried on my Freddie fix. He could suck my cock a lot better than most girlfriends.
Freddie was diagnosed with cancer.
At the beginning, he could still suck me. He still could get hard, and I wanked him.
Not long after giving him his last blow job. Within a month. Freddie passed away.
We had been pleasing each other for over twenty years.
I was just eighteen at the beginning.
Forty, and unhappily married, when he died.
Not once did I ever think of sucking or fucking another man. I had the occasional offer. But never felt that I could do it.
A good month or so after Freddie's death. I received a letter, inviting me to a solicitors office.
Freddie had made a will. His house had been sold and all the proceeds were mine. Thank you Freddie.
From the solicitors. I went to my bank and opened a savings account with the cheque.
