A few years ago I went through a messy divorce and my wife moved out. At that time, I was thirty five years old, six foot, one hundred eighty pounds, in good shape and reasonably good looking. My ten year old son stayed with me in our house since his school, friends and free time activities were all located nearby.
There were a lot of single mothers in the area and I went on a number of dates. I could sense I was not ready for another relationship or to be a stepfather. I had always been bicurious so I started experimenting with man sex. I met a few guys online, mostly married biguys and enjoyed the hot sex with no strings and I did too.
My son played soccer and I was very involved with the team as were most of the other parents. A new family moved into the neighborhood and their son joined the team. The father was a real hunk, a true blond bear, six foot three inches, two hundred pounds, very athletic and covered with blond curly hair all over his body. I had seen him bare chested, wearing tight shorts and I had to jack off to that image when I got home.
He knew he was good looking and flirted quite freely with the soccer moms. I had overheard them talking about how sexy he was. His wife was beautiful and had been a beauty pageant queen in her younger days. I had often thought how hot it would be to see them fucking--and I have often jacked off to that fantasy.
After one match, he and I were sorting and packing the gear and the kids were going directly to a post match party. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a beer on his patio. At his house, there were a number of framed photos of him and his family on vacation, one where he was wearing only a speedo. Damn I started to chub up.