I was sitting on the patio one afternoon in June. The sun was bright and hot. I had positioned the lounge chair so that I would be in full sun, and the small table beside it was in the shade.
It was quiet, as only an Arizona desert can be. Oh, in the distance there were highway noises, but the place was far enough from town that the traffic was mostly local and light. I sipped the cold drink, enjoying the drops of condensation that fell to my bare chest and mingled with the rivulets of sweat running through the thick hair. Since it was a weekday, most of the neighbors were off to work. The adobe brick fence was an effective barrier against nosiness.
I took a breath and stood dizzily. I padded into the quiet house. The master bath is right inside the sliding door, so I made it a habit on these days to occasionally slip into the shower to bring my body temp down. This time I decided to do away with my shorts. I dropped them to the floor and stepped into the cool spray.
Leaving the shorts on the floor I stepped back outside. I was just laying back when I heard a voice. "Man, I wish I could just kick back on days like this." I jumped and swiveled my head around. The voice belonged to a smiling man in a baseball cap. He had a clipboard in hand and was standing by the gas meter near the back gate.
Deciding there was no help for being caught naked, I laughed and just said, "Just one of the perks to working nights, I guess." I'd lived in a dorm at college, taken showers after phys-ed in high school. I wasn't a stranger to being naked around other guys, but it had been a while. The guy asked if he could trouble me for a glass of water so I stood and invited him inside. I went to the other sliding door -- the one that entered the living room. He followed me in and into the kitchen. He took off his cap and gratefully gulped the water I handed him, refilling the glass twice. He drank so greedily that he'd soaked his shirtfront.
He told me his name was Jerry, so I introduced myself. When he shook my hand I thought he held on to it a bit longer than necessary. It reminded me of times when I'd been coming on to a woman, then I realized why. He was coming on to me! Jeez! I'd never been attracted to men at all. I wondered if he thought I was gay because I hadn't rushed to cover myself when he showed up. I really felt naked then. But I didn't think I should make a big deal of it by then. So we just stood in the kitchen and talked a while. He was a student at the university, working for the gas company for the summer. He stopped talking then and laughed. "You wouldn't believe some of the things that happen when you pop into people's back yard unannounced.
"Well..." I said and basically indicated my own nudity. "Obviously this is odd."
"Oh, well yeah, but there's a lot odder things." He told me about catching one woman with her dog once, another couple were fucking in the hot tub. Then he said that he couldn't count the number of times he'd gotten laid. I guessed then that maybe I'd been wrong about him coming on to me. But then he said, "I get propositions from a lot of people -- men as well as women."
"And you say you take some of them up on it?"
"Sure. Like today. I have a quota of meters to cover each day. If I get done by 2 or three o'clock, I can quit for the day."
I didn't understand what he was saying. "So if I was a good looking woman and wanted you to fuck me you could?"
"Yup." He looked at me. There was silence. I got a weird feeling and felt my dick twitch! What the fuck? Was I going gay? He filled the glass again and sipped it slowly. "When was the last time you had a good blowjob?"
I almost choked, but tried to be cool -- or at least seem cool. I admitted it had been a while, since my girlfriend had dumped me back in March. My dick swelled a bit more and he dropped his gaze to it before looking back at me. "Are you interested?" Now I was half erect so I couldn't deny the thought was intriguing. I just nodded.
He sat down at the kitchen table and waited. I slowly approached him, feeling dizzy again. When I was within reach, he took hold of my dick and pulled me gently toward him. His head dropped and I felt myself sink into his mouth. It was still cool from the cold water, but heated quickly as I reached full erection. I closed my eyes and just let him suck me in. He gripped my ass cheeks and pulled me toward his face, then backed off. I had to hold on to something to keep from falling, so I gripped his forearms. His muscles were hard and wiry. He was really good! In the space of a few minutes my world had turned inside out.
Suddenly, I didn't understand myself. 'I'm not gay!' my mind shouted. But the only sound I actually made was a groan of pleasure. Jerry slipped my cock out of his mouth and licked it all up and down. He nuzzled his face into my balls and, "God I love the smell of a crotch! Doesn't matter to me if it's male or female. It's all good." I was eager to have him continue the blowjob. He did. But this time, instead of just squeezing my ass, he let his hand edge into the crack. His knuckle prodded my anus and it pushed me a lot closer to orgasm. I made a noise that encouraged him and he placed a fingertip on my asshole. He didn't force it in, since there was no lubricant, but he prodded it rhythmically as he sucked my cock.
I felt it getting closer, then my orgasm washed over me. It was the most powerful one I could remember. Jerry took all me semen and never lost a drop. Unlike most women I've known, he knew how sensitive a cock is right after coming. So he just sat still with it softening in his mouth. After a few minutes he let it slip out and sat back grinning.
"How was that?" he asked. I just shook my head and smiled sheepishly. "First time you got a blowjob from a guy?"
"Y- yeah. It was great, though! You know, I'm not gay," I began.
