FFF Take Two - Interested

This is a different take on this week's Flash Fiction Friday story, and much longer to boot. I don't know if I captured it as well as I would have liked, but I hope you enjoy it.

I wasn't able to attach the picture because I'm posting this from my phone.

“Hey, Jeff,” I called over to the barkeep. He looked up from the crossword puzzle he was working on and, noticing my empty bottle, stood up and grabbed another one from the fridge. He opened it and sat it in front of me.

“Would you some lunch, sir?” he asked. I travel to the city a lot, and have stayed at the hotel and eaten here more times than I can count (okay, 15 times in the past 2 years) but Jeff still called me “sir.” I might have taken offense if it weren’t for the fact that he called everyone “ma’am” or “sir.”

“Not for now,” I answered. “But set the lady up with another of whatever she’s drinking.” I didn’t have to specify which lady; there was only the three of us in the hotel’s restaurant at this time of day.

Jeff looked to the other side of the bar and frowned slightly. “You know she’s- “

“Yes, I know,” I smiled. Jeff grinned and shrugged, then set about making her drink. It looked like a Cosmopolitan.

Yes, I knew “she” was really a “he” the moment I saw her when I came down for a drink. Not that she didn’t look the part; long hair, slender frame, nice bust without making a mockery of it which so many cross-dressers do. She wasn’t just some guy with a fetish for wearing women’s clothes, or a flaming drag queen; she identified as a woman. She’d obviously had some practice and probably would have fooled a lot of guys, especially if they were looking through the bottom of a couple shot glasses, but there were subtle clues.

I watched Jeff deliver the drink and point me out to her. She asked him something I couldn’t hear (but could guess) and he glanced at me before looking back at her and nodding. She looked over at me then quickly looked down at her hands when I smiled at her. After a moment she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and looked back up, returning my smile. “Would you like to join me?” she asked.

I smiled again and picked up my drink to move to her side of the bar. “I’m Rob,” I said, taking her offered hand in mine.

“Hi, Rob. I’m Carolyn, and thank you for the drink.” She didn’t have the “dark, brown voice” of The Kink’s Lola; hers was a little husky, but sounded feminine and naturally high-pitched, not forced.

“You’re welcome, Carolyn,” I replied with a raised eyebrow.

She blushed and her hand went instinctively to her neck. Her Adam’s apple wasn’t very prominent, but it was one of the subtle clues I’d caught. “I was originally ‘Tim’,” she said reluctantlyl

“Do you mind talking about it?” I asked. She stiffened and I could see the wariness in her eyes when she looked up at me. “Hey, Carolyn, look I’m not judging at all. I’m genuinely interested in getting to know you, and yes, I’m nosy,” I said, grinning. I’ve been told my grin can melt panties.

She stared at me for a moment, searching my face for any sign of cruelty or mischief. Seeing none, she relaxed and nodded. “Okay,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said, sincerely. “And if I ask anything too personal, just say the word and I’ll drop it, okay? I take it this,” I waved my hand to take her all in “is more or less full time?”

She nodded. “I’ve been living full-time as a girl since I moved out here seven or eight months ago. I dressed up some before, but only on the weekends and only when I was going somewhere an hour or so away from my home town.”

“Does your family know?”

“I apparently don’t have any family,” she replied sadly. “In other words, yes, they know and have decided they don’t want anything to do with me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay. I think my mother will come around eventually, but my father will never understand. He doesn’t believe in all of that ‘woman stuck in a man’s body crap’,” her voice deepened as she mimicked him. “In his eyes, I’m just a faggot.” The unresolved pain was quite evident.

“Are you pre-op?” I asked.

“Yes,” she grinned. “Honestly I don’t know if I’ll have the… ahem… balls to have the surgery.” I chuckled politely at her joke. “Seriously,” she continued, “I probably will someday; hopefully soon, if I get the nerve up and can afford it. I’ve been going through hormone replacement therapy and it’s going well. These,” she cupped her breasts “are actually real!”

“They suit you,” I said, laughing. She laughed with me and, for the first time, seemed completely at ease.

We continued to talk, and when the lunch crowd arrived I suggested we leave and walk around the city. We ate a late lunch at a deli Carolyn knew about but had never eaten in; it was pretty good. Afterwards, we started heading back to the hotel.

“Do you mind if I ask you some questions, Rob?”

“Not at all,” I answered. “I’m an open book!”

“Is your interest just a way to pass the time until some other women show up?” she asked. “Or are you really interested?” Her emphasis made clear that there were at least two questions being asked.

I considered my answer as we entered  an alley, and about halfway through I took her arm and turned her towards me. “I’m really interested,” I growled, and kissed her hard. Carolyn returned the kiss and then some, pressing me back against the wall. She groped my straining erection, then kneeled down and unzipped me.

“I know we’ve just met,” she said, fishing my cock out of my drawers, “but I really like you.” She kissed and licked me, causing my knees to wobble. She stopped long enough to look up and say “I don’t expect anything in return…”

“Let’s just see what happens,” I replied, smiling down at her. “I have all day to get comfortable with this.”

She smiled and took me back into her mouth.

FFF - My Hotwife - 8-8-2014

Key Phrase: “But we just met”

Word Limit: 300

Forbidden Words: Alley, Knees, Whore

Bonus Words:  Make it in the daytime

Extra Credit:  Tell us the dirtiest place you’ve ever had sex

I finally told Janet, my wife of eight years, my biggest fantasy; to watch her in bed with another man. She’d laughed at first, thinking it was just the alcohol talking, but after discussing it all night she realized that I was serious.

Flash forward six months and after a lot of talking and fantasizing, she started flirting with her coworker Mark. He couldn't believe his luck, and constantly needed reassurance that I was on board with their plans. They finally set a date to meet for lunch then head over to a hotel room I’d booked earlier. I sat at the bar and would follow them to the hotel later.

Mark was ten minutes late when she got his text explaining that this was just too weird and he couldn't go through with it. I admit to being a bit relieved, but I could see how hurt Janet was. She took it personally and saw it as proof that she wasn't desirable, and nothing I could say would console her. We drank in brooding silence.

“You know,” I said, “your outfit is so fucking hot! Let’s go to my room and see how it looks crumpled up on the floor!”

“Go to your hotel room with you?” She asked, batting her eyelashes. “But we just met! What kind of woman do you think I am?”

“I think you’re a good little slut that needs a good fucking! We’ll take pictures to show your husband later!”

We were both excited with the role playing, and I paid the bar tab so we could leave. As we walked between the buildings to the parking lot, she pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard before squatting and unzipping my fly. She didn't seem to care about the lunchtime crowds walking by 20 feet away as she pulled out my cock and started sucking me; frankly, I didn't much care by this time either!

I saw the cop standing nearby, and at first thought we were busted. But he just watched Janet blowing me for a few minutes, then looked at me and said “Can I have next?” I looked at Janet, who looked at me, my cock still in her mouth and a question in her eyes. I nodded to her, and she signaled the cop to come on over.

390 words. Advizor54 didn't specify how many bonus words we’d get for making it in broad daylight so I made up my own number.

The dirtiest place I've ever had sex? My cars are always junky, so I guess that could be one answer. If we’re talking “naughty” I don’t know… blowing T in a public restroom, maybe? Actually, I guess that could qualify for the first meaning of “dirty” too. I guess I don’t have a lot of interesting things to say about the places I've had sex.

But get on over to Advizor54’s site and read this week’s Flash Fiction Friday entries. I bet some of them can tell some real humdingers about the dirty places they've e had sex!

Weekend Update

Happy Monday, everyone! I had mostly a quiet weekend, and since it is shark week there was no sex on the agenda. Saturday was damp and cool, so the wife and I mostly stayed in after our chores and caught up on some shows and movies we have on the DVR. Sunday was much nicer, and we got out on the bike for a little while.

The only real excitement (if you can call it that) was the dryer stopped working about five minutes after I started it Sunday morning. I ran through some usual trouble-shooting and finally wound up at the breaker box. The breaker for the dryer didn’t look like it had tripped, but as soon as I touched it the lever clicked into the middle position (between “Off” and “On.”) No matter what I did the breaker wouldn’t reset, even after unplugging the dryer from the circuit.

It seemed like the breaker was bad (either warn or burnt out) so I took to Google to see how difficult it would be to replace it. For some of you this might not seem like a big deal, but I’ve always been too afraid of electricity to do much more than plug and unplug appliances in. In fact, I generally haven’t like messing around with just about anything in the house; I haven’t had the confidence to be much of a DIYer.  It’s only been in the past few years that I’ve been willing to go outside of my comfort zone on anything, even small plumbing tasks. Actually diving into a breaker box is a big step for me!

I watched some videos and read some articles by real electricians (so they claim, anyway) and saw that it really shouldn’t be that hard to replace it. In fact, it turned out the hardest part of the whole job was finding the exact breaker I need! Every video, every article, and even a few people I know advised that I use the exact same breaker (brand name and all), but none of the local hardware stores carried my brand. Finally I talked to my cousin who does some easier electrical work on the properties he rents and/or leases. He has a collection of breakers and just happened to find a used one (but still in good condition) that met the exact specifications.

I took it home and (following all precautions) took out the old one (which was in pretty bad shape) and replaced it; after turning everything back on I tested the dryer. It came on and seemed to be working fine, but the wife said she heard something in the breaker box while the dryer was running. I had her start the dryer while I watched the circuit, and sure enough I could hear the buzzing and popping, and even saw some arc flashes.

I shut the breaker off, but left it in place, and am having a real electrician show up tonight. It’s possible that I put the breaker in slightly wrong, though the way it snaps in should make the unlikely. It’s more likely that there is a problem with the dryer itself, or something in the wiring has gone (to use the technical term) wonky. Maybe a problem in the dryer caused the wiring to go wonky, and in turn blew out the breaker. I don’t know and wouldn’t even know how to begin to look at where the problem really is, but hopefully the electrician can tell me exactly what needs to be done.

So that was my weekend, and I hope you all had nice weekends as well.

FFF - Just Too Young - 8/1/14

Word Limit: 350

Forbidden Words: Money, Regret

Extra Credit:  Tell us if you've ever paid for sex, on-line or off
Bonus Words:  50 if you make her barely legal, barely

The unmistakable “Boop de doop” of an incoming Skype call rang out, and Kim quickly answered when she saw it was Darryl. “Hi baby!” she gushed.

“Hey. I thought we’d do a video call since you won’t let me come over,” he replied.

“We can’t do that yet, baby,” she giggled. “I’m still underage, remember?”

“You’re the only girl I know who takes ‘age of consent’ laws so seriously!” Darryl said grumpily. “We've already done everything together!”

“When you were 18, my being 17 wasn't a problem. Since your birthday last week, you could go to jail just for seeing me naked, much less having sex with me! Now be patient, it’s only another 15 minutes until midnight.”

Darryl knew there were all kinds of ways that didn't make sense, but the hell of it was he knew she was probably right anyway. He didn't mind breaking laws when it suited him, though.

“I still wish you’d let me come over so I could be there at midnight,” he sighed.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” Kim answered. “But there’s no way you could have kept your hands off me.”

“Are you naked?” Darryl asked in that sleepy, sexy voice he knew drove Kim crazy.

“Yes,” she purred. “And in just another 10 minutes you’ll get to see!”

“Are your nipples hard?”

“Mm hmm,” she sighed.

“Oh, man! Twist and pull them for me, baby!”

“Yes!” she breathed. “I’m getting wet. Ooh! I’m so sensitive down there!”

“Are you touching yourself?” Darryl half groaned. “God damned, that’s hot!”

“Hmmm… I’m so slippery and… ooooooohhhh! Two fingers just slipped right in,” she sighed.

“Oh, c’mon baby, please! I’ve got to see you! Nobody’s gonna know! Come on, just turn the camera on!”

“Okay,” she moaned. “I can’t wait either. I’m turning the camera on now!” She clicked the link to start video sharing just in time to see Darryl’s bedroom door bust in and three cops rush into the room.

“Darryl Vimes, you are under arrest for accepting pornographic images of an underage minor via the internet!” the lead cop screamed over Darryl’s protests.

Kim stood up and donned her robe, and asked the female detective “Was that good enough?”

“It sure was; we've wanted to bust that scumbag for months!” she answered, glancing at the clock. “And now it’s midnight and your parents aren't home; how about taking that robe back off?”

400 words; I took the bonus because I don't know how much more "barely" legal I could make someone. Too bad for Darryl I didn't make her 18 just a few seconds earlier!

I have definitely paid for sex off line. I've written about my Uncle getting me a hooker, and I was stationed close enough to Frankfurt Germany to get to the "poof houses" when I needed to. The closest I've ever come to paying for sex online was setting up an account on Ashley Madison three or so years ago. I may have paid for it in that respect, but I never got anything for my money.

Now get on over to Advizor54's site and read the other entries for this week's Flash Fiction Friday!

Follow Up

Simplicity asked me if this experience with Craig wasn’t as positive as the one with T; I guess my relating of the events Saturday night came through a little flat. In fact (as I told her) that is probably the best way to put it; through no fault of Craig’s, and though there was nothing wrong with the experience and I’m glad I did it, I didn’t feel the same buoyant elation afterwards that I felt with T. In fact, it honestly didn’t leave me feeling as high as my experience last year with Brent despite the fact that he didn’t end up coming.

I’m not really sure why this was the case, though. I don’t feel any guilt or disgust at all; again, I’m happy I went through with it, and Craig is a good guy who I’d like to maintain a friendship with. Maybe it’s because it’s not as novel now; or maybe because the urge wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been the other times.

Whatever the reason, Saturday night on the way home I felt really blah about it. Again, not that there was anything wrong with the experience, but I honestly felt like it might be the last time I’d bother with any of that; not just with Craig but with anyone. By Sunday morning, when I was writing part one of the encounter, the excitement part of it was back somewhat and was also there when I wrote part two later that evening. That might not have come through in the writing because I was still thinking about it but wasn’t ready to write about that part of it.

As for today, I’m not ready to say I’m back in the full swing of things; as has always been the case, the urge is sometimes very strong, and sometimes hardly there. I’m probably just at a natural stage of not feeling that urge very strongly for now and need to lay off it until it comes back.

Craig's List Finally Cums Through! - Part Two

I certainly monopolized the conversation Friday night, but not so much that I didn't learn a few things about Craig. He had grown up in the area (in fact, in the same part of the county that S was from) and had come out as bi when he was 15. I thought that was pretty brave for any 15 year old, but especially so for someone who grew up in that area. He said he didn't have much trouble from anyone and I could see why; they're brought up corn fed in that area, and he's not a small guy.

He moved to Georgia and worked there for a while, saying he was making great money in a management position that he couldn't stand. He started taking some courses in Psychology and fell in love with it, and just recently decided to move back to the area and concentrate on finishing his degree full time.

Craig is a little taller than I am (he's 6' 2", maybe a little taller, to my 6' 1") and quite large, but carries himself with the kind of swagger I could only dream of having. He looks like the kind of guy you don't want to pick a fight with, but you'd want him on your side if a fight was going to break out. I'm not going to say he intimidated me any, but if you wanted to say it I probably wouldn't argue it much.

Saturday morning the wife and I went about our normal chores, including going to see my parents, and even went for a nice ride on the motorcycle. I was on a low hum of excitement all day, waiting for the wife to confirm what time she'd be leaving for the game so I could let Craig know when I'd be over. I mowed and did some other yard work (without a shirt on, so I got a bit of a burn) then had a cigar while reading.

The closer it got time for the wife to leave, the more I started having second thoughts, and I considered telling him I wouldn't be able to make it. The wife left just as I was getting in the shower, and when I finished I was still right on the brink of calling it off. I picked up my phone and stared at it for a few minutes trying to decide what I was going to send; finally I texted "The wife just left. I can head over whenever you want."

He responded back asking if I wanted to walk in and find him nude on his bed, and that really caught me off guard. Did I? No, not really; it just felt too... I don't know. Finally I just responded "IDK, I'd feel pretty overdressed that way, lol." He sent back (predictably enough) "Then you'll just have to get undressed and join me! I figure that will take care of the initial nervousness." After a few back and forth exchanges, him saying he wanted me to say definitively one way or another whether I wanted him nude or not, I finally said that nude would be fine. I mean, it was going to be awkward for me either way, so fuck it, right?

It took about 20 minutes to get there, and the whole time I waffled on whether or not I wanted to do this. I mean, I certainly did, in one way. But in another way I just wanted to forget it, go back home and get drunk. This didn't really have anything to do with Craig; like I said, after Friday night's meeting I felt comfortable enough about him. I guess it was really more about not being comfortable with myself.

Finally, I arrived and parked in the curve of the cul-de-sac, behind his car, and texted him that I'd just pulled up. I had to walk in front of the house to get around the side to his basement entrance and felt certain that everyone in the house (a good friend of his, her husband or boyfriend or whatever, and a small child that I assume was her son) and probably everyone in the neighborhood was looking out their windows watching me, knowing what I was there for.

I walked in and, sure enough, there he was; large, proud, and naked. Just as I instinctively started running my "embarrassed and awkward" sub-routine, I realized that he was right; him being naked did kind of make me less nervous. I took off my clothes, sat on the edge of the bed beside him, and started stroking him. We talked, of course, but it wasn't anything worth recounting here; just small talk.

I sucked him for some time, and the harder he got the more difficult it was to get past that thick part in the middle. I could do it, but it took some effort and I couldn't really take him as deep as I'd like to have. I got him to take a short video of me blowing him which I won't be showing here because it shows too much identifying features of my face. We didn't get any pictures, but I'm experimenting with a video editing app to see if I can get some screen captures. Maybe I'll leave that as a "by request" option though.

Anyway, he wanted to suck my cock next, so I rolled over and let him go at it. Eventually we got into a 69 position, but really I wasn't that interested in what he was doing to me. He caught on and just laid back and let me do my thing, helping here and there when my jaw needed a break. (He's fucking thick!) At one point I was on my hands and knees to be in a position where I could get a better angle (and take him deeper.) Craig calls himself a "power top", so I guess it's not too surprising that he said "You know, as long as you're in the doggy position..." I stopped to look at him and say "Uh... no!" He chuckled and said "Right. We're definitely sticking with the oral only, then."

Finally I found some combination of mouth and hand that got him moaning. A minute or so later he tensed up and I felt his cock throbbing, and he came. Much like with T, I was wondering if anything had happened; it really just didn't feel or taste anything like my own. There was a little more taste involved than with T, but not a lot more.

I lay back and we talked a bit. He asked if he was going to get my load (yea, his actual words) and I thought about how to answer that. After a minute or so he raised up and looked at me, and said "Quit trying to find the way to say what you want without really saying it, and just tell me what you want!" I nodded and said that I really didn't want to at the moment. I said if we got together again maybe I would, but not this time. He said he understood, and we continued talking about other things while we got dressed.

Craig's List Finally Cums Through! - Part One

Happy Sunday, everyone. It was a pretty big weekend, so let me get on into it. This is part one of two parts, concerning the lead-up to Friday night. I'll try to get part two up later tonight, detailing Saturday (and filling in the rest of the weekend, which will serve as my weekend update.)

Last Wednesday I was doing my usual morning pre-work routine; getting the computer up, checking email, using my phone to look at Reddit and other naughty things, etc. I decided to check Craig's List just in the off chance that there might be something work responding to. As it happens, there was.

First of all, the picture of his dick that he put in his ad caught my attention. (Posted with his permission; he knows I have a blog but I haven't told him where it is.)

Now I'm not turned on by dicks like I am by pussy and tits, as I've explained before, and it's not that this one got me all hot and bothered, but come on! How can you not want to read the ad that's associated with that?! And the ad hit all the right notes for me, so I responded with a little bit about me (married, curious, might be interested, etc.) and included one of my many dick pictures.

Now at first I was a little put off by his responses; they were curt and abrupt, and he quickly wanted a face picture. It's not that I minded sending one, I just was looking for a little more discussion I guess. I almost dropped it there, and even wrote an email to James asking him his advice on it (and of course he came through as usual.) The long and short of that was after the guy and I exchanged face pictures, the conversation picked up and I started feeling more at ease.

Thursday we continued talking, now via text, and decided to get together Friday night for a meet and greet at a local establishment. He agreed that it would be meet and greet only for this first time, though he said many times how horny he was and couldn't wait until we were naked together. I got the feeling that he was trying to turn me on with compliments and sexy talk (like how I hope to turn on a woman I want to get with) but it really just made me feel a little uncomfortable. I just want to suck your cock, dude, not be seduced!

But in all other respects, he seemed like the kind of guy that I can be friends with; intelligent, good sense of humor (or at least could laugh at my jokes), well spoken. By Friday, as we continued the conversation, I knew that unless he really screwed up the meeting that night, this would probably be a comfortable situation. (And I think he picked up on my discomfort because, without me saying anything about it, he did back off from that.)

My big concern came after I sent the above picture to Simplicity and she mentioned how thick he looked. I really didn't think he was all that thick from the picture, but I must have gotten the perspective wrong. I asked him how thick he was at the widest and he said "Like, 6.5 inches." Oh, fuck. Well, one step at a time, right?

We met out in the parking lot of the establishment about 6:30 (the wife was at a game, of course) and went inside. The trick is finding a place that's not so loud that you can't have a comfortable conversation, but not so quiet that your conversation carries to everyone. We got a table a little ways away from the other groups, and the volume level seemed about right. Still, I just had the paranoid feeling that everyone looking at us knew exactly what we were up to!

Craig (we'll call him that because I met him on Craig's List) had already told me he's been with women before but is definitely gay. Honestly I was a little worried that he'd be effeminate (even though he's a bigger guy), kind of like Cam on Modern Family. Fortunately he wasn't, and I don't think most people would really know he's gay unless he told them (or, you know, grabbed some guys junk and kissed him.)

(No, he didn't do that to me.)

(Until later.)

Anyway, we ordered a pitcher and some nachos and started talking. Well, mostly I talked for the next two hours and he listened. I just meant to give a little more background on me, but one thing led to another and I wound up telling him all about the L, B and S drama over the past three years. I didn't tell him about L's and my shenanigans (though I came close a couple of times) but he was enthralled by the story. Near the end of it he asked who L was with now, and I told him she's with B and will definitely not be going back to S. He asked how I could possibly know that and his jaw dropped when I told him that S had killed himself last October. After a bit of stunned silence he said "You know how to tell a hell of a story!"

I also told him about my past experiences with Brent from last year and T a few weeks ago (it turns out he knows T!) and really tried to emphasize how each time I froze up when it came to the time to do anything. By then he'd paid up our bill and we'd moved outside to the parking lot, and it was getting close to my cut off time to be comfortably on the way home before the wife left the game. I had a cover story for being out (meeting some guys from work) but didn't want to be coming in later than her. I told Craig that I felt comfortable and I thought that, if he agreed (he did), that we could get together Saturday or Sunday while the wife was at another game.

He asked if I wanted to follow him home (assuring me he understood that nothing would happen) just so I'd know how to get there. I'd been thinking along the same lines, and because he said he was only about five minutes away, I figured I'd have time to get there and still get home within my margin of error. As we went through the twists and turns to get to his place (he's renting the downstairs apartment of a friend of his house in a really nice neighborhood) the beer I drank started calling for attention, so when we got there I asked if I could use his bathroom.

As I took care of business I read an email from Simplicity asking how things had gone. I quickly responded that nothing was going to tonight but that we were going to meet up probably the next day. I finished up, washed my hands and went back into his room. I'd thought about asking to see his dick, or asking if he'd want to see mine, but once again I was frozen and just couldn't make that move. (I've really got to work on that.) So I stood awkwardly, hemming and hawing while we made small talk, and finally said "well, I guess I should probably be going." He laughed and said okay, and that he'd walk with me to my car.

As we stepped outside the basement entrance, which is kind of hidden from the rest of the neighborhood (it was at the end of a cul-de-sac), he said "Stop a minute." I did and turned towards him and he stepped closer, and I thought he was going to try to kiss me. He'd asked in our text exchanges about kissing, and I said it wasn't something that turned me on (with guys, anyway) but it didn't gross me out either and if he wanted to that would be fine. He didn't kiss me (I don't know if I was more relieved or disappointed), but he stood close and reach down to fondle me through my pants. I knew I wasn't presenting much at that time (I'd told him I'm a grower, not a show-er) but I could feel myself starting to respond. I reached over and fondled him as well, and though he didn't have a hard-on either I could tell he was getting there.

I mentioned that I had thought to ask if he wanted to see my dick and he immediately pulled me back into the house and to his room. I started to freeze up again when he asked if I wanted to see him, and I said yes, so he unzipped and pulled his shorts and underwear down. That broke the ice so I unzipped and pulled myself out as well. We stood closer and stroked each other for a few seconds before I said "Ah, hell, I better try it out a little while we're here, right?" He sat down on his bed and lay back while I kneeled there and licked his shaft and then took it into my mouth.

Again, he wasn't fully erect at this time so it didn't seem to difficult to get around that swell in the middle. He moaned and groaned while I sucked him, and he was starting to grow a bit more. I wanted to continue, but it really was getting late so I stopped and told him that would have to do for now. I stood up in front of him as he sat up on the bed, and he grabbed me and pulled me towards him. He said something about wanting a taste too, and took me into his mouth. It felt good and I was starting to respond, but the clock was ticking in the back of my head. After about a minute he stopped and I zipped back up.

We walked out to my car (he had me stop again to fondle me some more) and talked a few more minutes, solidifying the plans for the next day. I did warn him that it entirely depended on the weather, and whether or not the wife went to the game. She almost certainly would if they were playing, but it has happened on the rare occasion before that she would decide at the last minute to stay home and spend time with me.