[This story is mostly fiction, but it's based on a real event in my life. It was such a hot experience that I thought ya'll would like it—and let me tell you, if I could, I'd hook up with these guys again! Be sure to comment/vote]
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When I was twenty and still in college, I spent a summer house-sitting for a professor. It was a cheap way to stay in town while I took a class and worked at a summer job while generally goofing around. I basically played golf, went to class, and drank a little beer. My friends stayed in town during the first half of the summer, finished up their short session classes, and went home, leaving me pretty well by myself in town. As a result, I began staying at home more, which wasn't bad because the house was nice--much nicer than anything I've ever lived in since!
The home sat in a quiet, secluded neighborhood a few miles from campus, and was known for its population of established doctors, lawyers, professors, and other professionals. The yards were well-groomed, the homes private and quiet. I soon took to sitting on the screened in back porch in the evenings, reading a book while sipping a beer. I noticed after a few nights that the neighbors directly behind me spent their evenings out back as well, but the trees and shrubbery that divided the two properties were thick enough to keep me from actually seeing them, I could only hear muffled conversations.
Staying in the home that summer meant upkeep and maintenance, which meant mowing the grass and picking up around the yard. Luckily there was a maid for the indoor stuff, but I didn't mind working in the yard. I usually stripped down to a pair of shorts, lathered up with sunscreen, and tugged a cap down to keep the sun off my face. And, let's face it, when you are that age, athletic, and in-shape, you think you owe it to the world to show off your body! I tended to get appreciative looks—at six feet tall and 185 pounds, I had a pretty good shape. Tall, wide shoulders, my body tapered down to a proportional waist, and all the girls I had dated loved my bubble ass! I was pretty "boy next door" looking, neatly trimmed and short brown hair, blue eyes, clean-shaven, polite, intelligent, and friendly. I tended to hit it off with a lot of different people.
One day in late July I was finishing up mowing the lawn while sprinkling the grass clippings I'd accumulated along some shrubbery on the back of the property. I noticed the neighbor fiddling around on his side of the line. I thought he was watching me, but couldn't be sure; he probably didn't recognize me and was just seeing who was rustling around. I kept working and then a voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Hey there, you must be Professor Jacob's house sitter." His name was Dan. He was in his fifties, heavyset with a gray beard and a warm smile. We struck up a conversation and I learned he was a doctor, very friendly, and easy to talk to. I had the sense he was checking me out, but I was pretty young and naive, so I didn't really know what to think. His eyes kept drifting down over my body though, and his eyes seemed to follow every bead of sweat that trickled from my neck, down to the waistband of my shorts. He told me if I ever wanted to stop by to feel free, he kept his fridge on the back porch stocked with beer and I could have a drink sometime, even if it looked like he wasn't home. I told him I would but didn't think about it too much more after that. But a week or so later I was finishing up the same chore and realized that I didn't have a cold beer waiting for me inside, I wasn't 21 yet, so getting beer took some planning. I remembered Dan's offer. It was dusk and his house was dark--but I figured why not?
I tested his back screen door, found it open, and walked over to the fridge. Cold Budweiser always tastes great after working outside, but I almost coughed it up in surprise when I looked in the window. Dan was standing in the dimly-lit living room with his head thrown back, naked. His wide chest, covered with patch of gray hair, was heaving up and down as he yelled and gulped for air. Just below his middle-aged paunch I saw the reason why--another man (a bit younger and thinner with dark hair) kneeling and voraciously sucking away at his shaft!
Dan's hands held his head in place so that he could slowly fuck the guy's mouth as he rubbed his palms up and down his thighs and over his ass. There were some deep groans coming from both, so I guessed that they both were having a great time. I was a little surprised that my cock sprung to life that reflexively because of watching two guys. But I was a healthy man, and there it was, creating a respectable tent pushed out. My right hand absently drifted down and squeezed all eight inches tightly in a tentative fashion: I was getting hot over this scene! I was confused, never having thought about men, but I was too caught up in the moment to worry about that. I began rubbing quicker while watching the pair and then Dan opened his eyes and looked over. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there with the beer in one hand and my cock in the other. I started to get flustered and thought about running but Dan put his finger to his lips in a shush fashion and winked at me. I took a slug and continued watching as he rubbed his lover's head and gasped in pleasure, the guy was now fingering his ass; I could see one hand working back there, while the other manipulated his sac.
At this point I figured I had nothing to lose, so I set my beer down and unzipped my shorts, pulling my throbbing cock out into the night air. God that felt awesome! It had been so tight in there pressed down by my jockey shorts. I spit on my palm and then began sliding my hand up and down the shaft while using my other hand to rub my nuts. The air felt good, my hands felt great, and it felt even better to rub my cock while watching the guys. Dan smiled and nodded and picked up his pace and the guy obviously picked up a bit too, grabbing his dick and sliding his hand around the base in a twisting motion. It was such a hot-looking piece of meat too, about six inches long and really thick. Dan had shaved his balls and trimmed his bush, but still had some sexy gray pubes into which the guy was trying to bury his nose. I jacked harder and my breath got raspy; I felt my orgasm swelling in my nuts, and soon it came as a gush of sticky hot cum shot all over Dan's porch window. I sighed in relief--much better. Dan smiled and then his knees locked as he pushed his cock forward once, burying it in the guy's throat while emptying his payload and growling out a yell. He then relaxed as the guy pulled off him and licked his shaft clean. I smiled, waved, took my beer and snuck back to my house.
But that was just the beginning.
As I walked back across the yard, I started thinking about what had just happened. I was horribly confused. I hadn't ever done anything like that before. I certainly was no virgin, having had plenty of experiences with girls and had loved every minute of them: from fumbling with bra straps in the backseat of my dad's car to feeling a girl climax as I ate her lush pussy to sliding my thick cock into my high school love's virginal pussy to cumming five times in one night while fucking myself silly with a sorority girl from another school on a one-night stand. As I walked into the chill of the air-conditioned house I wondered why the scene through the window had turned me on. I smelled myself--gasoline and sweat--and dumped my beer bottle into the recycling bin before heading up into the bathroom to rinse off. As the water cascaded over me I thought back and wondered if I had ever done anything that had made me think I was gay? I thought about the normal things that happen to a lot of high school guys. There were the locker room antics where a guy with a big dick is picked out for inspection. Once my best friend and I went skinny dipping in his pool; I got hard, but nothing ever happened. Once I had found a pair of panties in a dryer at my dorm last year. I stole them and back in my room I had tried them on out of curiosity, they were tiny, silky, black French-cut bikini panties that I stroked my steely rod with until I came. But I hadn't ever felt gay, even while stroking myself through the panties. What turned me on was the feel, not wearing the panties panties. I definitely loved women, but maybe I just wanted to try something out? I was unsure, but not really upset because I had gay friends and it wasn't like the idea of homosexuality scared. Dan seemed like a nice guy, he hadn't propositioned me that day, but it had been normal to notice him checking my body out. Honestly, I was flattered that he noticed me and thought I was attractive.
Thinking back over this made my cock twitch and swell again. I slowly rubbed its sudsy hardness up and down until it returned to all its full-masted glory. Man, why couldn't I think without this taking over?! With my other hand I squeezed and released my balls while running a finger between them, under my scrotum, and up to the edge of my asshole. I slowly ticked it while jerking off a bit more; hey, if it felt good, why not, right? Soon I was pounding away at my steel hard rod in my hand, tickling my assbud with more urgency, but I needed more. If I was going to play with the man sex thing in my mind, I wanted to do it right. There was a small hand brush for scrubbing the faucets and just outside the shower. I grabbed it, considered its slim, ribbed handle, and then soaped it up and set it to the side. I squatted in the shower and probed my hole gently with my fingers: first one and then two. It felt so great that I began twisting them while stroking. Then I grabbed the brush, set it below me and slowly tested it. The nicely rounded handle's rubber ridges did something altogether different to me.
