Markwildyr.com, Post #221
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Last time, Joe Hunter, who’s passionately in love with his wife, Valdy, discovered a handsome client of his is interested in a casual relationship. Joe’s confused that he’s even considering the idea.
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I tried to keep our relationship on a business basis, but eventually I accepted Rick’s challenge at racquetball, figuring it was a public, manly undertaking. Unfortunately, I forgot about the shower in the locker room afterward. The guy was built like he was sculpted from granite. According to my night visions, he was hung like the proverbial horse, but in the flesh, he looked little better equipped than I was.
Later at the bar, he stirred his drink absently and gave me a smile. “I measure up okay?”
“What?” I hoped I kept the alarm out of my voice.
“Hey, it’s natural. Checking out the other guy in the locker room’s a time-honored tradition. By the way, you check out A-okay.”
I’m sure I blushed. “Rick, will you quit this homo bullshit!”
His calm gaze unnerved me. “Not homo. Bi. Bisexual. Bifurcated…one limb with two branches. Every man alive has some female traits, and I’m pretty good at picking up on those with more than their share. You claim you’ve never been with a man, but I’m willing to bet there have been a few who caught your interest. Deny it if you want, but you’re intrigued. Next you’ll turn curious. Then you’ll be interested. And one day, we can enjoy one another. In my candid opinion, that meeting will be cataclysmic.”
Like a certified idiot, I sat in the bar and got so looped he insisted on driving me home. We were silent until he pulled up to the house.
“Thanks,” I mumbled. “I’m not really drunk, but I appreciate you hauling my ass home.”
“I’m going to claim a reward,” he said. “I’m going to touch you, okay?”
He took my stunned silence as acquiescence. His hand landed on my inner thigh and slid up to my genitals. He explored the shape of my cock and cupped my balls.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “One of the handsomest, sexiest men I’ve ever seen. Golden blond. Great green eyes, sorta cloudy. Not like green eyes usually are. Good build. A real man. But your pheromones talk to my pheromones, Joe. They scream like crazy!”
When my cock threatened to react, I pushed his hand away roughly and swallowed hard. But my throat was so dry I could not muster an objection.
“Thanks,” he said quietly, “I’ve ached to do that from the first moment I saw you. I gotta confess, I go crazy imagining you fucking your wife.”
My temper finally flared. “You leave Valdy out of this!” Was he was psychic? It hit me that however ephemeral, he shared our intimacies.
“I intend to, Joe. This is just between you and me. I don’t want anyone else in the bed.”
“Fuck you, Ailman!” I snapped, opening the car door and bailing out, dead sober now.
“You’re beginning to get the idea!” He laughed and drove away, leaving me standing on the sidewalk with my mouth gaping.
Valdy became the most sexually sated woman in New Mexico. I made love her at the drop of a hat to reassure myself I was a man capable of satisfying the most attractive woman alive. And then fate intervened. Frigging, fucking, son-of-a-bitching fate! William Henry Bannerman, Valdy’s father, had a mild stroke. I accompanied my wife to New York, but Valdy stayed on with her mother while I returned to work.
I avoided Rick for the first week, but on Friday we both ended up at the same reception at the country club.
“How are you holding up, Joe?”
“Fine. Do you know you’re the only person alive who calls me Joe?”
“I know,” he replied with aplomb.
“And Valdy? I hear she’s back in
“Thanks,” I said, grateful that he moved on.
I left as early as I decently could, which was a mistake. Unwilling to return to our big, empty, abode house, I drove around aimlessly, but when I passed the gay cruise section of East Central Avenue for the third time and caught the eye of a cute teen hustler, I came became frightened. I was so sexually charged when I got home that I jerked off with an image of Rick Ailman in my head. This time, it almost seemed he touched me with ghostly fingers. God, I was torn in two directions…bifurcated, just like he’d said!
I held out until almost Sunday. Before I quite knew what I was doing, I dialed the phone and prayed he would not answer.
“Hello?” came the smoky voice.
“Joe? Joe, is that you?”
In some dark corner of my mind I recognized I had kicked over the traces to something I could not control. I was right the first time…Rick Ailman was dangerous! My voice box paralyzed with fear, I hung up, hands shaking violently.
I could have simply refused to answer the chimes, but I was standing in the foyer dressed only in my robe when he rang. I opened the door and backed away.
“Joe!” he breathed, crushing me in an embrace.
All resistance collapsed. I wanted to be in those strong arms. I yearned for that full, sensual mouth. I needed his hard body against me. I kissed a man for the first time and was rattled to the core. He laid me on the carpet and opened my robe.
“You are such a fucking man!” he breathed. And then that overpoweringly masculine animal took me in his mouth. The moist warmth was indescribable. He tore off his shirt and brushed my smooth chest with his mat of black hair. He kissed me again, and then drifted slowly down my torso, his lips and tongue trailing his fingers. I broke into a sweat lying motionless on my back. When his tongue twisted in my pubes, I placed my hands behind his head and guided him to my sack. I got so hard I thought it would split!
He took me again, rhythmically bobbing up and down, twisting his head gently, curling his tongue around my glans. I groaned aloud as Rick Ailman expertly sucked my cock until I could stand it no longer. When I shouted a warning, he came up and jerked me to orgasm. I erupted, spewing cum over my chest like an eager adolescent.
My glow of pleasure turned to alarm when he stood and shed his trousers. His rigid cock pulsed with excitement just as in my dreams. A small drop of pre-cum glistened at the slit. He was bigger than I thought. Thick. The crown shone in the dim light of the foyer. After displaying himself proudly for a moment, he straddled my body, sensually rubbing himself across my belly, moving slowly upward, leaking lubricant like a faucet with a bad washer. For a moment I thought he had cum. Groaning aloud, he rubbed the tip across my lips, presenting himself.
My feeble protest died as his cock brushed my mouth. Suddenly, all I wanted was to please this exciting man. My lips parted; he entered slowly. Withdrawing, he pushed himself forward again, the bottom of his big rod riding over my tongue. He poked against the back of my throat, and I gagged. He withdrew and tried it again. I controlled my reflexes this time. Urgently, he began to thrust, making me forget my reluctance. I put my hands on his butt and pulled him into me as he fucked my mouth. Abruptly, he jerked away and shot all over my belly.
Without speaking a word, he rose and stood over me with a semi-hard cock dripping semen. Rick Ailman was the sexiest human I had ever known. When he reached for me, I allowed him to pull me to my feet. Together, arms around one another, we mounted the long, curving stairway to the second floor. I trembled at what was yet to come…fear or anticipation? I would know soon. I hoped I had enough stamina for the night…and an ample supply of sturdy condoms!
So now we know. Joe got together with Rick… and liked it.
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