This is gay sexual fiction. Every imagined character is imagined to be of legal age to participate in these imaginary acts.

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I’m a pretty careful guy. I like to think of myself as smart.

That’s why, when I’m planning a hook-up, I try to take every chance of discovery into account. I need to be comfortable with the person, place, time and situation of any encounter I might have. I have reason to be careful. I’ve been caught before. I know how sexual encounters can go wrong.

That makes hooking up via apps fraught with danger. Most men can’t host, and neither can I since I’m married, so, usually, we have to hook up for car sex, or in some park bathroom, glory hole, ABS, or whatever.

Nearly all of those options are too insecure for me. Ideally, I hook up for gay sex in a total stranger’s bedroom. That doesn’t make it entirely safe, but it’s about as secure as is possible.

For scheduling reasons, I need someone nearby. I can’t drive a half hour, fuck around for a half hour, and drive back for a half hour. That’s too long, generally.

Also, my intended fuck buddy can’t be too much bigger than me, so I have some chance at fighting back, and his cock can’t so big that it would be uncomfortable for me to suck.

So, when it comes to hook up apps, I’m looking for a needle in a haystack, a guy who fits my specifications, quite nearby, who can host.

That makes it frustrating for me and guys who contact me hoping to hook up. Nearly every time, they don’t fit one criteria or another.

But, every few years, the perfect hook-up presents itself.

This time, I found a guy only four blocks from my house, who worked from home, and could host me almost any time of the day.

In theory, he was close enough that I could wait until my wife was in the shower, ride my bike over to his house, knock on the door, and he’d be there to suck my cock. I could pump my creamy load into his mouth, and be back before she had dried her hair.

So, I did.

One time was a lazy Sunday morning. My gorgeous but rather vanilla wife was snoozing next to me in our big bed when I checked my “private” yahoo mail account.

“Want to come over and pump your big load into my throat, neighbor?” read the email.

My cock twitched, and I reached under the covers to pull on it.

I thought about if I could swing it without suspicion from the woman next to me. She had an extraordinary sense of smell, but I calculated that I could get over to my cocksucker neighbor’s house in three minutes, finish depositing my load in his mouth in 10 minutes, and get back in another three minutes.

That’s only 16 minutes, I thought. I’ll be able to get back and into the shower before she even wakes up.

So, I texted him: “Howdy, neighbor! I can be there in a couple of minutes.”

“Hurry up,” came his reply.

I’d been there before,so I knew that he was a divorcee who lived alone in a three bedroom tract house that he had let deteriorate.

I got up carefully, grabbed my shorts from the floor that I had been wearing yesterday and went to the bathroom, noting that my wife was still, seemingly, asleep.

She had kicked some of the covers off, and I could see her naked ass, her fine naked ass, in the morning gloom, and the fuzzy space between her legs.

My cock twitched at the thought of her beautiful pussy, and I had to try to piss through my pussy inspired, chubbed up cock.

I managed, though, and slipped on the loose shorts I had worn last evening, shunning the underwear I had been wearing. My half-staff cock swung under the thin material of the gym shorts.

I tiptoed out of the bedroom down the hall toward the kitchen, which was not unusual for a Sunday morning. I brewed a pot of coffee as usual, too, but, this time, instead of pouring myself a cup, I slipped out the garage door, out the side door, and got on my ten-speed bike, maneuvered past the gate, and pedaled quickly to my neighbor’s house.

I parked the bike on the porch of his California style tract home ranch house, knocked on the door, and waited.

My neighbor, a guy in his fifties, about 5’10”, 195, with oily looking curly back hair, a swarthy, acne-scarred complexion, opened the door. He was nude, and backed away as he opened the door to give me room to come in. I kicked off my shoes at the door.

But not quite enough. He positioned himself in such a way that I had to rub against his 3/4 erect, 7 inch cock to come in.

He led me to a dingy couch on a dingy carpet and sat down on the couch. I stood in front of him. We said our vague hellos and he reached for the waistband of my athletic shorts and eased them down to my feet.

I took off my tshirt. I was nude. My cock bobbed in front of him.

He was not a handsome man. I’d say he was Greek, but more like Zorba than Perseus. His hygiene wasn’t the best either, but I was here to use his mouth only.

He had a large fat cock, not very well hidden in a dense nest of thick black pubic hair. It was mostly hard, reaching down his thigh as he sat on the edge of the couch.

He leaned forward a little and took my swelling but still drooping a bit cock between his lips, resting the bottom of my cockhead on his lower lip. The purple-pink ridge of my glans still lingered outside of his lips, then he flexed them forward to take the ridge inside and held me there for a moment. I could feel his tongue moving against me inside his mouth, tip lingering at the hole, swirling around my spongy knob.

He moved his lips forward again, taking another inch of me inside his mouth. His tongue moved down my shaft, flattening against it and moving from side to side. I arched my pelvis forward and my head back, with my hands on my hips pushing ahead. As a result, my fully engorged cock surged forward into his mouth another inch.

He backed off, his lips tightening and narrowing, wetting me as he dragged his tongue along my shaft and then my crown and it’s cleft on the underside, until just the tip was against his closed lips.

He stuck his tongue out and licked the tip, then pulled my shaft sideways and ran his pursed lips along it from the tip to the base, burying his nose in my ample pubic patch. He inhaled deeply, then pulled his lips along me in a return trip to my tip, which he then took between his lips, paused and then plunged down on my cock to the base.

What a feeling! I was vibrating, pulsing, not just my cock, but along my spine from base to my skull. I felt a ripple in the force and thought I might cum soon, too soon. I clamped down and looked past the dingy couch out the dirty to the unkempt backyard and thought about my backyard.

That put my orgasm on the back burner for a while. I looked down at the intersection my stiff, swollen rod and my neighbor’s mouth and watched my veiny shaft disappear down to the root, then appear bit by bit as he withdrew his mouth.

I shivered, and clamped down again, but I knew the inevitable had begun.

I put my right hand behind his neck and pulled his face onto my quivering penis, down tight against my pelvic bone and held it there for a beat, then relaxed my grip on his neck. He pulled back off, sputtering a bit, but I pulled him back down to the root of my cock, and held him there. He sputtered around my cock, wetting my pubes with his saliva. I knew he liked that.

I relaxed again, and he again withdrew, this time taking a deep breath on the out stroke. He looked up at me, and we made eye contact. He had a pleading look in his eye, but I didn’t know if he wanted me to stop face-fucking him or to do it again, harder

I guessed harder, and pulled him again tightly against my pubic bone and held him there, moving his mouth in a circle so he pulled my probing cock this way and that. He sputtered again, adding to the flood of saliva that had accumulated on my balls, which swung into his chin with every stroke.

I pulled back out, and he sighed and breathed again. His hand went to my soaked balls and he juggled them in his fingers, with his mouth and tongue again working the tip of my dick.

I shuddered again, and drove my cock back into his throat.

I am not that big at six inches, but six inches, properly applied, will trigger a gag reflex in many guys. This time, on this deep instroke, I touched something in this throat that triggered a gag, and a cough, but my neighbor powered through it, holding me deep in his mouth anyway. I could feel the entrance of his throat spasm around me.

His hand worked my balls, and then his thumb and forefinger circled the base of my cock and moved up and down a little, in time with his mouth.

I felt my balls draw up tight in his hand, and a flash of lightning went through my clamped shut eyes.

I didn’t warn him. I just pumped my first ejaculation, one long, strong pulse, directly into the opening of his throat. He gagged a bit and sputtered, and I felt a spray of spit and my cum spray back onto my pubes and balls.

He withdrew a bit from my spewing cock and I launched another strong spurt onto the center of his tongue. He held me steady in his mouth, his hands now on my bare ass, grabbing and holding tightly.

I spurted again into his mouth, and he swallowed, the action moving his tongue against me and sending another shiver from the tip of my dick to the base of my skull.

I pulled back and spurted again, this time onto the tip of his tongue and his lips.

My cock, free of the grip of his lips and tongue, bobbed onto his cheek and nose and over to his other cheek, leaving cummy, shiny trail as it went. Another weak spurt spit a wad of cum onto his cheekbone, where it dripped down as it congealed.

My erection was subsiding fast, and he sucked my now rubbery member back into his mouth and licked it clean. It flopped out of his mouth as he finished up.

“Thanks for the load,” he said.

“My pleasure, of course,” I replied.

“Mine, too. You think you might be interested in pissing in my mouth?”

“What? I’ve never done that before. I don’t know if I could, at least when I’m hard.”

Even though it had only been a minute or two since I had cum, my cock pulsed and fattened at the idea.

“Anyway, I can’t today. My wife’s waiting for me. Maybe next time.” I pulled on my pants and put my shirt back on.

“Okay,” he said, “Come with a full bladder.”

I didn’t say anything to commit to that as I eased out the door. I mounted my bike and rode home.

I parked it on the side of the house, entered the house through the garage door, and glanced at the kitchen clock.

15 minutes had expired. I poured a cup of coffee, took it down the hall, and peeked into our bedroom. My wife seemed asleep, so I crept by the bed to the bathroom, quietly closed the door, got in the shower and washed the evidence away.

While I was shaving, the door opened, my wife entered, dropped her robe revealing her gorgeous body, and got into the shower with me.

She grabbed my still chubby cock, gave it a stroke, bent over and took it into her mouth.

Uh-oh, I thought.