The Run

In the weeks following their initial encounter John met up with Leo several more times. Usually it was on the weekend, late at night or early in the morning. It had taken a few days for them to text each other. But eventually Leo had broken the ice and John had responded. John knew that there would never be a relationship. He liked Leo well enough but there were no romantic feelings there and soon he realized that Leo felt the same. The first night was the longest conversation they'd ever had and when they met, they kept it light; usually getting straight to business. It was a good arrangement. They both had stressful jobs and after receiving the first text from Leo a couple of days after the night they met, John felt better about the experience. John had to admit to himself that although he didn't have feelings for Leo, he hated the idea of a guy fucking him, coming on his face, and then walking away with no further contact.

After the second time they had sex John was able to say, for the first time, and with confidence that he was a bottom. He'd had help in this.

"I didn't think you'd be such a good bottom," said Leo the second time they met. They were standing in John's living room making small talk before getting naked. It was about a week after the first night.

"Well I wouldn't say I'm a bottom..." said John uncomfortably. "I've topped before. It was a long time ago though. I guess I usually just...go with the flow." He trailed off feeling stupidly embarrassed. This was not Leo's intention. He coolly deflected.

"Oh, sorry," Leo said with a shrug.

"To be completely honest, I don't have a lot of experience with guys," John said.

"Well we can definitely work on that." It was mid-day on a Sunday. John was completely sober and a little nervous. Part of him still couldn't believe what had happened the week before, but he knew he wanted it again. John had spent that last week fantasizing about Leo. Thinking about what he would do if they met up again. He loved the attention he got from Leo and the fact that such a handsome young man was so attracted to him. John was also extremely attracted to Leo. His height, his masculinity, his naturally smooth dark skin. John loved it all. In the texts they had exchanged Leo had complimented John regularly and John knew that it wasn't just flattery. They had even gone as far as to trade pictures (never showing their faces of course). Two days earlier Leo had finally given in and sent a picture of his dick to John. John had received the text while at work and had masturbated furiously on his lunch break...and several times since. That Sunday, with John once again bent over his own couch, Leo had leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"Say you're a bottom." Leo was balls deep inside of John. John was naked except for white briefs that were pulled down around his thighs. His rock hard dick was pressed against the sofa cushion. John was in that place where he completely surrendered control. Leo raised up behind him and started fucking his ass rhythmically. Leo pumped hard but not as hard he could. He wanted this to last and wasn't sure how much John could take. Leo pushed the full length of dick into John and held it there. John could feel every inch of Leo inside of him.

"Say it. Say you're a bottom," Leo said again. John could hear a cocky yet charming smile in Leo's voice. It turned him on.

"Oh fuck. I'm a bottom. I'm a fucking bottom." He came unexpectedly, his body bucking and jerking on Leo's dick. The inexperienced older man could feel Leo's hips pressed against his ass cheeks, Leo's huge balls against his taint. John moaned as he grinded his ass backward against Leo. John sat up and rode the thick dick, jacking off as he shot wave after wave of cum until the ride was over.

"You're not done, are you?" Leo asked.

"Not by a longshot," John replied. He then proceeded to turn over, pull his rumpled underwear over his feet, throw his legs in the air, and get fucked in a pool of his own cum.

After that day John had gotten more confident sexually.

"I'm definitely going need dick tonight." John said it out loud. It was noon on a Saturday and he was preparing to drive back to his old home to go to his older son's basketball game. John loved his children but was nervous about being back in the old neighborhood. Pat, the man he had carried on an affair with off and on for two years, and his wife stilled lived there. It wasn't a small town but there were definitely too many people who knew what had happened. John also knew that the reasons for Pat and his wife, Trisha not moving were purely financial.

On the long drive back to his old home John felt waves of anxiety. He was starting to wish he'd met up with Leo that morning before heading out. But then thought better of it. Maybe the sex would have relaxed him enough to make it through the day without jitters. But then again, the idea of being around his family and old friends directly after getting plowed by another man made him feel a kind of awkward shamefulness that would have ruined the day. The drive gave him time to think back to the day about a year earlier that his life changed forever.

John and his then wife Sarah had gone to a party at a house in their sub division. They were friendly with that couple and several of their other friends were there. John was mainly looking forward to having a few drinks with people who were not his wife. Their relationship had been empty for several years by that time but Sarah had decided to be willfully oblivious to their problems...

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"Whoa, slow down on that hot dog John." Pat was drunk and being a jerk. The guys were all outside drinking beers and making conversation around the grill. Pat had apparently decided to give John a hard time tonight. It had been over a month since the last time they had fooled around and the decision was entirely John's. To everyone else Pat was just joking around but Pat knew that his crass gay jokes made John uncomfortable. "You look like to wanna swallow that thing whole." Pat laughed raucously at his own joke and got several laughs from some the other guys. They were all friends and thought ribbing each other was just part of a good time. John played along and participated. Having several beers himself.

Later that night he slipped away to take a work-related phone call. In the side of the yard away from the rest of party, John took care of what he needed and then turned to head back only to find that Pat was standing right behind him.

"Suck my cock," he said, drunker than before. It was something that John had recently started doing but he was most definitely not in the mood right then.

The first time they had engaged in anything sexual had been fairly tame. Pat's wife and kid were out of town and John had gone over to have drinks. Before that night there had been nothing but jokes, grabs, and subtle innuendo between them. After they were both drunk Pat pulled up some porn on the television, surprising John. John went along just to see where it was going. They ended up jacking off on the couch side by side. John had wanted to touch Pat but decided to tread lightly.

John sighed. "Go back inside Pat," he said, annoyed.

"Come on." Pat changed to a gently pleading tone; a shit eating grin on his face. He reached and gently pinched John's nipple. John felt it through his light blue button-down shirt. He pushed Pat's hand away but not as forcefully as he might have earlier. Pat was a stocky half Irish/half Italian with black hair and a handsome enough face. He wasn't ripped but he was in pretty good shape with naturally powerful legs and a beefy ass. John couldn't deny that he was still attracted.

"Let's go somewhere and suck each other off." It was the first time Pat had offered to give oral without John asking. His heart rate rose with anxiousness. He could still hear the noise from the party going on.

"You going to cum in my hair this time too?" John was still angry about their last meeting and about Pat's general behavior.

"'Course not," Pat said. "Let's go to my basement my wife will be here all night."

"I'm going back to the party." John left, not wanting to continue the conversation. As he walked back John realized just how rapidly his heart was beating and that his nerves were frazzled. A beer or two would calm his nerves, he thought.

Several beers later John and Pat were fumbling around in Pat's basement. Pat lived about two houses over and after pursuing John whenever he could corner him or get him alone John finally wavered. They were sure no one would catch them. They were wrong.

Pat's oral skills were mediocre when he was sober. Now as a sloppy drunk they were dreadful. He was slobbering all over John's cock and jerking it awkwardly. John tried to at least enjoy the fact that a decently attractive man was trying to pleasure him. But after a while he simply gave up. He pulled out of Pat's mouth.

"My turn," he said. Pat stood up, pants already around his meaty thighs. He pushed John to the floor and after getting what was possibly the worst oral sex of his life John was now on his knees in front of Pat. Pat's dick was average length but fairly thick. It was easy for John to handle. He grasped it his hand before opening his mouth and taking it in slowly.

"Oh yeah." Pat was a bit louder than John would have liked. "Fuck yeah."

John was hard. He reached down and started to jerk off with his other hand, deciding that this could still be a fun encounter. Something to fantasize about later. It would be much better in his head. He started to get a good rhythm. Pat started to get more aggressive.

"Fuck yeah. You like that dick, don't you?" Pat's hands were now behind his own head and he was thrusted his hips as John's mouth slid back and forth on his cock. John didn't specifically have a problem with dirty talk but coming from Pat it was a little annoying. He kept up his dick-sucking, occasionally coming up for air. After just a few minutes of oral Pat's cock was throbbing. John knew that he would probably end up finishing himself off at home just like always. Pat wasn't done talking.

"Yeah, suck that dick!" Pat was getting more and more aggressive, and not in a good way. "Lick that cock you fucking f-." More than annoyance. John popped Pat's dick out of his mouth.

"I am really not into the name calling," he said.

"Ok, baby." Pat had never called him "baby". John didn't like it. He went back to sucking. With Pat finally quiet he started to started to enjoy himself. He grabbed Pat's beefy ass cheeks in both of hands and took the length of the cock as far as he could. John started to think this might have worth it. Just as the thought crossed his mind, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He pulled back and froze in terror. Pat's wife Trisha was standing there. Eyes wide and mouth open. Her face was twisted into an expression of horror and disgust. She was speechless. John was speechless. Pat however, was not.

"Why'd you stop? Come on Johnny suck it like you always do." John started to shake his head. He couldn't find words. His voice caught in his throat. Pat was turned in a way that did allow him to see his wife. He had no idea that both of their lives were about to get significantly more complicated. John, still silent pointed over to the base of the stairs that lead to the basement.

"What the fuck are you poi-" Pat started as he turned 45 degrees and faced his wife. "Oh shit," he exhaled. Pat was a bit more reactionary. He started to pull up his pants and immediately walked over to his wife, trying to explain. She stood there silent and unmoving as Pat rattled off one half assed explanation after another. In those seconds John found the capacity to dress himself and wipe his mouth. He slowly approached the staircase as Pat prattled on. Trisha was blocking the only exit and he thought it would be unwise to push past her. Pat went silent. The tension in the air was almost suffocating. Trisha stood still. Then looked over at John. Pat attempted to speak again.

"FUCK YOU!" Trisha yelled shrilly. "FUCK THE BOTH OF YOU!" She turned and ran up the stairs. Pat started to go after her but John put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him.

"You should probably give her a chance to calm down."

"You think so?" Pat asked.

"Yes, I think so," John replied.

"Ok," Pat agreed. "You want to finish me off?" John gave his clueless neighbor a withering look and slowly walked away.

In disbelief he started to walk home thinking that Trisha would calm down and she and Pat would have a talk. Maybe his wife wouldn't ever even find out. Leaving Trisha alone for now was the best thing to do, he thought. He was wrong.

John soon found out that instead of going off alone to gather her thoughts and make sense of the day, Trisha had gone back to her neighbor's house. She had called attention to all of the guests at the party and with a cold fury she graphically described every detail of the scene she had walked in on. John's wife had come home that night and with a tear streaked face and explained to him everything that Trisha had said. John was mortified. His heart stopped and the blood drained from his face. Sarah spoke to him almost as if she felt sorry him.

"She told everyone?" John asked quietly.

"Yes." Sarah said.

"I'm sorry" was all John said.

"I know." John didn't leave the house for any reason other than work for several weeks after that. He and his wife were unsure of what to do until the day he walked outside and found the word "cocksucker" spray painted on his car. That was when he decided to leave. He transferred to another office at work, got a divorce and bought a new house in another town. John later found out that it was Trisha who vandalized his car. He had never liked her. And now as he pulled into the old neighborhood, he just hoped he would be lucky enough to not run into her. Or anyone else for that matter.