Sixteen Minutes by ecplectico
Dive into “Sixteen Minutes” by ecplectico—a tantalizing gay sex story that explores passion, desire, and the thrill of unexpected encounters. Join the journey of two souls as they navigate their chemistry in a captivating tale that will leave you breathless. Don’t miss out on this steamy adventure!
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.