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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or events is unintended and purely accidental.
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It was during the early spring of 2010, ten years ago at this writing, that this story begins.
I was fifty six years old, married to the love of my life, and had up until that time enjoyed a thrilling and varied sex life. Katy was three years my senior, and still a stunningly beautiful brunette who enjoyed the art of making love as much as I did. However, fate eventually intervened in our marital bliss.
‘Kat’ as I affectionately call her, was entering menopause, further complicated by a surgical procedure I won’t expand on here; and for her that journey was a difficult one, all but ending our sexual relationship as we knew it. Intercourse was painful, things were drying up, and for her, hormone replacement therapy was out of the question. She had lost all desire for intimacy. Cuddling was OK, but beyond that, we were in a sexual no-man’s land.
She sympathized with me, of course, and we both still loved each other to bits. Separation was never on either of our minds – there was so much else we shared that secured the viability of our relationship. But we had many discussions on how to live with this new situation, being that I was still hot to trot and horny as ever.
I masturbated several times per week, sometimes with her watching me, but mostly just by myself, sequestered in the basement and watching porn on the computer. This arrangement for me was more and more frustrating as the weeks turned into months. It was becoming unsustainable.
Which brings me to a turning point of the story.
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One day while Kat and I were sipping drinks before dinner and catching up on the news, I jested that maybe I could at least find someone to blow me once in a while, bringing some relief to my unbearable torment.
“And then what happens when you meet someone you really like. Where does that leave us?”
I understood completely, and reassured her that I was only joking, and would never step out on her.
Fast forward a couple of weeks, and the subject was brought up again, not by me – but by Kat. She had her computer open and seemed to be perusing something that interested her. This was in the era when the personals on craigslist were still going strong, and there was no shortage of people out there anonymously seeking some kind of sexual release, like me.
“Have a look at this, dear. It seems there are all kinds of men here seeking to provide the kind of service you crave.”
I slid in beside her, and viewed the ads she was referring to.
“Men seeking men?” I asked incredulously. As desperate as I was, I had never considered something quite that drastic.
“I’m not comfortable with you finding another woman to do that for you. But I know you’re not gay, and would never leave me for another man. I would be totally OK if you found some guy to ‘handle’ things for you. At least for as long as it takes me to get my mojo going again – or until I just plain give up on ever getting it back. There seems to be a lot of men out there looking to just suck some cock, no strings attached, and without reciprocation.”
She scrolled down the page and not far from the top, she pointed out one of the ads.
“This one looks interesting.. and he’s not that far away either.”
It read: ‘Divorced white male, mid fifties, no prior experience, seeking safe, clean married male to explore my desire to suck cock. No reciprocation necessary. Can host.’
“I know its a guy, but it’s right up your alley.” She said with a smirk.
Meeting a man for discreet sex was never on my agenda, and would not have been my first choice. However as I aged beyond my forties I felt more open to things I never would have as a younger man, and had silently admitted to myself that a mild bi-curiosity was manifesting itself in my fantasies. I often found myself admiring the cocks when I watched porn, imagining myself in place of the woman doing the sucking, yet as a rule I did not find most men, in general, physically attractive.
But, like I said, in my sexual loneliness, I was desperate for some sort of connection.
“Well I suppose I could at least reply and see where it goes. It sounds relatively safe, as long as the guy isn’t some serial killer,” I joked.
She told me to go for it, with the condition that we limited our contact to oral. I agreed and formulated a reply: ‘Married male here, wife no longer interested. I need occasional release but would want to meet casually first to see if we click. Reply if interested.’
After I posted the reply, I told Kat, “I don’t want just anyone sucking my cock. I may be horny, but I AM particular.”
I got a reply within hours. My mysterious friend and I agreed to meet the next day – a Thursday – after the noon rush, at a open-air cafe in the business district within walking distance edirne escort of where I lived. I figured I could make myself disappear from work for an hour or so – after all, I owned the business.
I informed my potential suck-buddy what I would be wearing, and he did likewise. At the predisposed time, I walked in to Zelda’s upscale eatery and perused the clientele, searching for my cocksucker wannabe, hoping that it was 1) nobody I knew, and 2) someone I could tolerate being with me, in the way I imagined.
Suddenly, I saw something that made me do a double take. There at one of the outdoor tables in the courtyard out back under the shade of an umbrella, sat someone I was very familiar with – my brother in law, and Kat’s younger brother, Ken!
My jaw dropped when I noticed he was wearing precisely what my prospective craigslist date had stipulated in order that we could identify each other.
When Ken spotted me, his mouth too went agape in horror, and his face immediately blushed a bright hue of red.
I approached his table and just came right out with it.
“Are you also meeting someone here today, Kenny?”
“Oh my god, I can’t believe it’s you!”
“Took the words right out of my mouth!” I answered with as much shock and surprise as he.
Some background is needed here. We were all very close, as Ken lived just a short distance away from us. He was my age, almost to the day, and recently divorced; we went back all the way to high school. it was through him, more than thirty years before, that I met his older sister Katy, whom I’d had a crush on from the moment we first met, and married into their family. Ken and I had gone together on fishing and hunting trips alone and with others many times, but never once did he reveal any sort of bisexual urges to me. In fact, he would have been one of the last persons I ever thought who might be so inclined.
“Jim, I’ve never done this before, I swear to God. You are the first one I have met like this. I am so embarrassed. Please, keep this to yourself. Don’t say anything to anyone, please?”
“Of course I won’t say anything. Your secret is safe with me, bro. I never would have guessed it was you behind that ad either. But, you understand, I am only doing this with Kat’s approval. You see, menopause is hitting her pretty hard..”
I hesitated to explain further, respecting Katy’s privacy.
“It’s OK, I know, Katy’s confided in me about that. She doesn’t want to lose you but has told me of her condition. She even asked me about trying marijuana some time – it seems to help some people for that. But – I am not sure if I am the guy you want to … do this with.”
Initially I was hesitant to entertain anything like this with Ken, but due to his resemblance to Kate and our longtime friendship, I already loved the guy anyway. I’d just never thought about him in the way I was now, picturing in my mind my cock buried in his throat. And my physical response at the very prospect of that was having the predictable effect within the confines of my gym shorts.
“WELL,” I continued; “If you’re game for giving this a whirl, then so am I. After all, I wouldn’t want just anyone doing what we came here to discuss today. That is why I wanted to meet first – I’m very particular with whom I might consider doing something like this with. And I have to admit, I now can’t imagine doing it with anyone else. Are you still with me on this?”
“Yeah, you’re right on. I’m feeling the same way. I guess it makes perfect sense. I know you’re safe, and you’re not such an ugly fuck either. When you replied to my ad and said you wanted to meet first and not just jump into things, I had a good feeling about that.”
Ken paused silently for a few seconds, eyeing me up and down, then, with a worried look, asked, “What are we going to tell Katy??”
“I will keep your identity private, I promise. I don’t think Kat really wants to be directly involved anyway. I can’t predict of course, but unless both of you agree to divulge this information with each other, your secret identity is safe with me.”
We bumped fists as if to seal the deal.
And with that, Ken answered, “Well what are we waiting for then! Want to come over to my place for an hour or so?”
“Fucking right I do!”
~~~
As we both made the twenty five minute walk back to his place, I asked Ken how long he’d had the inclination to ‘do the sort of thing’ we were now teetering on the verge of.
“Since Denise and I separated, I’ve been reluctant to start anything serious again. I’ve only got half a pension left for when I retire, and once again I have a mortgage payment. I can’t afford the risk of splitting it up in two again, there’d be nothing left to live on.”
There was a pause in conversation as we passed by other pedestrians on the walk before he continued.
“To tell you the truth, I’ve had these feelings for a few years now, probably since my forties. I was never attracted to men per se, but the thought elazığ escort of touching another man’s cock, taking it in my mouth, and well, you can guess the rest – it’s been even stronger since I’ve been on my own. Finally, I got the nerve to go through with it, hoping I might find someone out there just like me, for some discreet fun. I know these days you’re taking your life in your hands doing something this crazy, that’s why I wanted it to be with a married man, in the same position I’m in, and something to lose if the beans were spilled.”
“Well, for both of our sakes, I am relieved it was me who you found. I know our secret is safe with each other. God forbid if I’d walked into that restaurant and met one of my employees!”
“I should have come to you in the first place. How would you have reacted if I’d just come out with it?”
“I would surely be taking this walk with you, just like I am now.”
We shared a laugh as we picked up our step, now only minutes away from our mutual and much sought-out relief.
When we arrived, there was a brief awkward moment, as we stood facing each other, neither of us really knowing how to begin.
“Should we shower first?” I asked. “I think I would prefer to know I was nice and clean down here for you ..”
“Good idea. Can we shower together?” He asked, his eyes brightening up.
“You think there’s room?” I asked,
“Not a lot, but yeah, I think we can both fit in there. Close quarters though.”
He led me back to his bedroom and ensuite bath and began disrobing. I followed suit. We had seen each other naked before, of course, on our previous hunting trips together. But this time, things definitely felt different – and exciting. Now we could openly check each other out without caring that the other might catch us looking. We were both literally shaking with anticipation as we laid our clothes on the bed and gazed at each other.
“Alright then, after you,” he instructed, turning on and adjusting the shower spray before stepping in behind me.
We both lathered up with shampoo, brushing up against each other as we did. When I turned to face him, he looked down at my package, and asked, “Do you mind if I..?”
“HA! Of course I don’t! Please, by all means, go ahead!” I smiled back.
It had been so long since hands other than my own had so sensuously explored my flesh, and I doubted that it would have felt nearly as good had we been strangers to each other. I responded predictably to his firm yet gentle touch, becoming almost fully erect now.
As he looked down at me there, I placed my hand behind his head and pulled him even closer, so that he could rest his forehead on my shoulder as he continued his fondling. I in turn took his penis in my right hand, mimicking his actions on mine, and before long we were both hard as a rock.
We stood like that for some time, exploring each other, our left arms around each other and nuzzling close. The thought occurred to me that in spite of the fact that we were both guys, this was all feeling really good. The affection we felt toward one another was palpable.
I lowered my left hand down to the crack of his ass as my lips brushed against the side of his neck, and began squeezing his butt cheek; he did the same to me. We unabashedly explored each other – ass, chest, nipples, everywhere we could reach – and it felt so right.
He broke the silence suggesting we finish up before the hot water ran out, which we did, continuing to help each other lathering, rinsing and drying, without the slightest hesitation on either of our parts.
He led me into the bedroom and asked me to lie back on the bed, close my eyes, and relax. I willingly complied, still quite erect.
“Let me make you feel good, Jim. Stop me if I do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“I don’t think there’s much of a chance I’ll be stopping you any time soon, bro. I am totally yours for the next couple of hours at least.”
His hands were all over me, stroking and massaging me everywhere for several minutes, before focusing on the one area I most looked forward to. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of his breath, then the wetness of his lips upon the head of my shaft. I knew I was leaking pre-cum profusely – it had built up for a while – feeling a pool of it just below my navel.
I raised my head and watched as he licked it up. I grabbed a pillow and placed it under my head so that I could more easily observe him do his magic. He looked up at me and smiled before continuing.
“That is one handsome cock you have there, bro; and thick as a brick too. I can barely get my mouth all the way around it.”
That man worshipped my cock, all of it, down to my balls and taint below. He was salivating even more than I was leaking, and making a perfectly sticky mess of everything, much to my amusement. The sound of him slurping at my balls, pulling them into his mouth as deeply as he could, then on the head of my cock, sucking loudly and taking erzincan escort me deeper with each exquisitely slow stroke, reminded me of what it used to be like with Kat.
“God you feel amazing Kenny. I can’t believe you haven’t done this before.”
“Well, actually, I have, but it was just a fake dick I was practicing on before trying the real thing,” he answered before going right back to work.
“It must have been a big one.”
“Oh yeah!” He replied, between gulps.
The thought of him practicing certain other naughty things with a realistic dildo barged into my mind as he continued his ministrations. He grasped my ball sac firmly, holding it out and away from my body while the fingers of his other hand probed further down, dangerously close to and then gradually back and forth over my asshole, spreading his saliva there too.
The actions of his mouth and hands brought me perilously close to the edge, and I felt compelled to warn him that I was about to blow a nutload.
I figured he would probably pull back and finish me with his hands, but oh no. He just kept doing what he was doing, taking me as deep as he could without gagging, and stroking my shaft at the same time. The first twinge of my orgasm hit, but he stayed latched on to me, now just the throbbing head in his mouth. He was literally sucking the cum out of me, spurt by spurt. It had been so long since I’d felt such a hunger for my flesh and my seed as I did in that moment.
He liked doing this for me. A lot. And so did I!
I cried out in ecstasy, holding his head in my hands as I emptied years of frustration into his mouth, and he swallowed me without hesitation. Even in the denouement of my climax, he continued his passionate sucking of me, moaning “Mmmm, mmmm,” as he milked the last vestiges of sperm from deep within me.
~~~
For at least ten minutes, we laid like that, him gently suckling me, and I stroking his head and neck in the afterglow of my climax.
And that brought back another memory I had long forgotten – all those years ago – the first time Kat had made love to me. She was the most ravenous cocksucker I’d ever met until that point in my life, and so impressed me with her skills in that area. She was in my opinion better than any hooker could ever be, and always eagerly swallowed my cum – the only girl who ever did. That is when I became convinced that anyone who would do that for me, and enjoy the taste of me like that, must truly be the love of my life. The rest was history.
And then, I drifted into another thought, or perhaps it drifted into me. A craving came over me. I wanted to taste Ken as he did me – to savour and swallow his cum, and bring the same joy to him as he had just done for me.
Ken jarred me out of my daze when he let my cock slide out of his mouth, and crawled up to lay beside me on the king bed, propped up on his elbow.
“So, how was that for you, bro? You sure cum a lot!”
“You are a truly awesome cocksucker. It must run in your family.”
I almost blurted out that he was as good as his sister at giving head, but then thought better of it.
“I haven’t felt someone want me like that for years. And It’s been a while since I came last . . probably as long as it’s been for you. I guess I had a lot built-up in there. And speaking of that,” I said, sitting upright, “Do you mind if I give it a whirl too?”
“Wow, you mean that? You would suck me off too?”
“Sure would! I’m curious myself, and I’ve always said I’d try anything once. I’m probably not nearly as good at it as you just were on me, but if you coach me along, guide me and tell me what you like, that would make it easier.”
Ken laid back on the bed, and I began by touching him, exploring the feel of his shaft and balls. Unlike me, he was not circumcised, and he definitely felt different. He had lots more skin there to move over his inner hardness, and judging by his reactions, what I was doing felt good to him. He was not quite as thick as I was down there, but fully erect he was probably an inch or so longer – a good seven inches, as I reckon. A small bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip, and I leaned down and took my first taste of him.
“Mmm, you taste good bro. I’m liking this already.”
I opened my mouth to engulf him, trying to be conscious of my teeth. I used one hand to stroke his shaft and expose the head of his cock, and the other to grasp his massive balls, while I sucked on him.
“That’s right . . That feels so good,” he encouraged as I worked on him.
He was very patient, just laying back while I experimented. I tried to take him deep, but almost choked when he hit the back of my throat. I quickly recovered, then resumed my original plan, taking him maybe only three or four inches down, but getting into a rhythm to match the subtle and shallow thrusting he began from his hips.
“That’s it, just hold me and suck, while I move in and out of your mouth,” he instructed, grasping my head by the hair with both of his hands. Now, he was gently fucking my mouth, and I have to admit, I was really enjoying it. Not just the feel of him, and the knowledge of what I was doing, but the taste and smell of him too. I had never submitted to anyone, like I was doing now, to Ken.
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