More to the point, Jack was right. I did want to wrap my lips around his big boner and taste his salty seed. I was mesmerized by his powerful rod and immediately wondered if I was up the challenge of satisfying such an incredible piece of meat. I pulled out my already hard cock and jerked off, fantasizing about sucking his huge rod and swallowing his mighty load. I blew my second wad of the day all over the computer screen.
I cleaned off the screen and turned off the computer before heading to bed. It being Friday night, it was our weekly scheduled love making night. I felt certain I’d be unable to perform tonight, but as Laura fondled my soft penis, a condom at the ready, thoughts of Jack’s big rod flooded back into my mind. My cock became instantly hard and I rode Laura long and rough as she had several orgasms before I filled the condom with my third load of the day.
As we collapsed in each others arms, Laura remarked, “What got into you tonight, Tiger? We haven’t had that kind of passion in the bed in many moons.”
“I don’t know, honey,” I replied, knowing full well it was thoughts of my neighbor’s big cock waiting for me in the morning that had revved up my libido.
I got up early the next morning and did some chores around the house before putting on my running shoes and kissing Laura goodbye.
“I’m going for a run, dear,” I said. I typically do a long run on Saturday mornings, but I was planning on cutting my run short and sneaking into Jack’s backyard through the rear gate.
At 9am sharp, I knocked on the door of the shed. “Get in here, boy,” Jack barked from inside.
He was reclined on the weight bench, doing butterflies with some heavy barbells. He was dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of thin gym shorts, the outline of his impressive member clearly visible beneath the sweaty fabric. I immediately wondered how I had never before noticed the gigantic bulge he sported, although to be honest, before yesterday, I was never much of a cock-watcher.
“Good, right on time,” he snorted. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist those pictures I sent you.”
I wanted to dispute his cocky attitude, but truth be told, he was right. I had never been attracted to men before and I still wasn’t attracted to Jack the man. But Jack the cocksman was a different story. Visions of his pictures had played through my mind during my morning run and I had fought to keep my own erection from poking out beneath my running shorts.
“Alright, Jack, I’m here as you requested. What exactly are you proposing?”
“I like a guy that gets right down to business. I may be 62, but I still have sexual urges, urges that Martha has lost any and all interests in satisfying. Not that she was ever completely capable of satisfying all my desires. As you may have noticed, I’m not exactly average in the dick department. Unfortunately for Martha, she didn’t know what she had signed up for until our wedding night, and by then it was too late to back out. For years she grudgingly allowed me to fuck her pussy on occasion as part of her marital obligation. However, I quickly tired of our pedestrian lovemaking.”
“Lucky for me, in the Navy, word spread quickly about what I was packing. For whatever reason, guys are real size queens. I guess they see a big dick and take it as a challenge. Maybe you can fill me in on that later. Anyway, in the Navy I had my choice of fit young men that were both willing and able to provide the kind of service I craved. Unfortunately, since I’ve retired, my pool of willing sluts has dried up. At the same time, my sex drive has shown no inclination to wane.”
I had always found Jack’s war stories to be boring, but this yarn had me completely enthralled. “So if I understand you correctly, in return for you keeping your mouth shut about yesterday in the garage, you want to make me your personal sex slave?” I questioned.
“Slave is such a harsh word. It’s really a match made in heaven. You crave cock. I crave servicing. We live next door and we have my shed as our own sexual oasis. Which part of that doesn’t make perfect sense?”
To be honest, it did make sense. Until yesterday, I had never felt any urges for a man’s penis, but since yesterday, it was all I could think about. And the outline of Jack’s big cock now swaying back and forth under his shorts as he beat the crap out of a punching bag had me worked up and ready for more action.
“OK Jack, you win,” I replied. “I’ll do whatever you say.”
“I know you will,” he cackled. “First off, strip down and go grab me a beer.”
I looked nervously at the big picture windows that faced across Jack’s backyard toward the rear of his house.
“Don’t worry,” Jack started. “The windows are tinted, nobody can see in. My shed is much safer than sucking off anonymous guys in your unlocked garage.”
I pulled my t-shirt over my head, yanked off my sneakers, socks, and shorts and went to the fridge. Jack had already seen me in all my naked glory and what could be more embarrassing than having your neighbor find you on your knees with a stranger’s hard shaft buried down your throat? My cock stood at full attention, clearly enjoying the humiliation of being treated like a submissive little bitch by my dominant neighbor.
Jack stopped his workout and pulled off his sweaty t-shirt, his hard torso covered in a furry layer of white hair. “I always had my suspicions about you,” Jack said. “I’d watch you mowing the yard in those skimpy little running shorts, flashing that tight little bum. Never knew how to approach you; until yesterday, of course.”
“Look Jack, I’m not gay. I admit, something in me snapped yesterday and I really enjoyed blowing that guy. And the pictures you emailed definitely aroused my interest. But I’m happily married and intend to stay that way.”
“No fucking shit, dumbass,” he barked. “I’m happily married too. I’ve fucked lots of guys before, but there won’t be any kissing or cuddling or any of that gay crap. This is pure, unadulterated, hardcore sex.”
“When you say “sex”, do you mean you intend to fuck me in the ass?” I asked. Stupidly on my part, I had assumed we were talking about oral sex and I was very much looking forward to blowing Jack’s big dick. But there was no way I was going to let him take my ass cherry with the missile he was packing.
“Buddy, before I’m done with you, you’ll be fucking begging me to slide my cock up your tight little backdoor. I know cause I’ve seen it before. But you aren’t even close to being ready for that yet. You need some training before you enjoy the depths of pleasure I’m capable of providing.”
My relief was short lived as he issued his next order, “Here in the shed, I’m the boss. We may find some other convenient places to play, but generally this is where you’ll receive your basic training.”
Basic training? Jack was taking a very militaristic approach to our nasty little arrangement.
“Now, get down on your fucking knees and crawl over here. Let’s see if you learned anything yesterday.”
Now at eye level with Jack’s crotch, I could see that the pictures he sent last night were very real. The bulge in his shorts inched wickedly down his leg.