Max

There is a local swimming pool where I like to hang out when I'm days off during the week. It is very quiet during the day and if you're lucky there might be somebody else. If you are even luckier that person is cruising. This happens once in 3 months or so.

So one of those very lucky days I just finished having fun with this guy. We're having a shower in the change room as the door opens and my neighbour walks in seeing us fooling around naked under the shower. He turned around and said he would wait till we were done.

I tried to imagine what must have gone through his mind seeing me like this. And what the hell was he doing here? We got dressed and walked out as quickly as possible, passing my neighbour who was sitting waiting outside. I didn't know what to do or think.

Only later I realized he probably didn't know what to think either. Him and his wife got a divorce a couple of months earlier after 5 years of marriage, but they have been together for about 20 years. This I knew from my father. They were colleagues.

He lost his wife to the personal coach she had at the gym they both visited almost daily. My neighbour was a fit and muscular guy. In his early 50s he did everything to keep looking young and show off his muscles. Early midlife crisis I suppose. 

This made him not look too bad but I never really spoke to him. On the neighbourhood Facebook group he came over as a bit of a racist. "Those blacks." And he always seemed to have forgotten the names of the couple 2 blocks down the road and referred to them as "these homos."

He shaved his head and body hair like a true bodybuilder. I noticed this in summers when he walked around town showing off as much as possible. I could just imagine him at the gym in front of a mirror lifting his weights, admiring his own body.

Until we met that one rainy autumn afternoon I never noticed he had the most beautiful blue eyes. That was a couple of months after the pool incident. Since I have done my best to avoid him. Not always successfully. It looked like he was keeping an eye on me and I wasn't feeling very comfortable with that.

That rainy autumn Saturday afternoon I received a friend request on Facebook. It was from him. I had to accept it. I mean he was my neighbour and my dad's colleague. It would be awkward if I didn't. Soon a casual message came through.

What I'm up to? I just replied I was up to nothing much. He then asked me if I wanted to go for a drink at a bar I knew. It was a bit weird because although this one is not labelled as a gay bar many local gays hang out there. Maybe this was an opportunity to get some more grip on the whole situation.

Although we are neighbours we got to the bar traveling separately. After some casual chatting he went back to that day at the pool. He admitted that he thought about a lot of what he saw that day. He said he came to this bar more often lately.

What he basically wanted was me to show him the ropes a bit. He didn't specifically mention it but it was written between the lines in capital letters. Seeing me and the other guy fooling around naked in the shower had awakened something in him, made him curious. 

I made him feel relaxed and gave him some tips on other nice bars, places and what to look out for. After a couple of drinks I told him I had to go. Not that this was very true but I felt things were getting a bit too friendly. I wouldn't really mind but he was my dad's colleague after all.

So I went back home watching movies. What else to do with this horrible weather? My neighbour, his name was Max by the way, apparently did not feel the need to necessarily keep a healthy distance in our newly found friendship. The next day, Sunday, I received another message in the morning.

He told me how he stayed till late at the bar and tried his luck but failed horribly. Well, not really. He made it to the bedroom. Making out still went reasonably well, but when the clothes came off he got too nervous. It reminded me of my own first explorations and made me smile.

So I asked him how he felt now? He replied that he was still aroused. I laughed. I sent him a message, 'How bad?' A few minutes later I received a photo of him standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror with an erection. 'That bad,' was the text that came with it. 

Bigger cock than I expected. Not bad at all in fact. Nice body too. Choices. Ignore or see where this goes. So me being me replied, 'Shame man. What are you going to do about it?' That was opening a door I possibly should have left closed. 'Can you help me?'

I must admit the idea of going over was very tempting. There was literally only a wall between us. 

'How would you like me to help you?'

'Don't know.'

'You want a blowjob?' I would do it if he said yes.

'Hmmm.'

'Is that a yes?'

'Yes.'

'Give me a second. Be there now.'

And so it began. I was getting ready to suck cock on a Sunday morning 10 o'clock. Quick shave and shower. Didn't have to bother too much about what to wear, I was hopefully naked very soon anyway. Just tight denim shorts and white shirt, no underwear. 

The rain came down hard but I took my time walking the 10 meters to his front door. It was a thin white shirt and it looks nice wet. I was in full slut mode and ready to make his first time something to remember. In front of his door I waited a bit longer to catch some more rain.

I knock, he opens. I step in and he closes the door. It is very dark in the narrow hallway. I see his silhouette before me against the little light coming from the lounge. He came closer and kissed me on the mouth. I open my mouth and our tongues meet. 

He embraces me and his hands move around on my back. 'You're soaked,' he said. 'I know,' I said. He's wearing a bathrobe and when I let my hand slide down I feel the bulge. He let his hands slide down and grabbed my ass. We keep on kissing.

With my other hand I undo the bathrobe and grab his cock. It feels firm in my hand. 'Oh wow,' I whisper. He then let his hand slip on my bulge and was surprised. 'Cage. Want to see?' I take his hand and walk into the lounge. All curtains were closed but enough light came through.

I let go of his hand. He stopped and I walked on a couple of steps. I turned around and pulled off my shirt. He stood there watching me with his bathrobe hanging open. His cock looks ready for whatever I have in mind. I started to unbutton my denim shorts slowly before I pulled them off. 

I stood there naked in front of him. His cock still fully erected. 'You still want me to suck you?'

'Please.'

I walked up to him slowly and kneeled before him, took his cock in my hand and lowered it to my mouth. 'Love this cock,' before I closed my mouth around it. I sucked him gentle but deep. It was a nice cock. And hard. I wanted more .

But sooner than I expected I felt him explode in my mouth. A huge load of cum, almost too much to swallow. But I did, and when it was all done I let his cock, again gently, slip out. 'Feeling better now?' He stood there perplexed. I stood up and gave him a kiss.

Then I got dressed and left. 'See you later,' I said as I walked out. This man turned me on so much. Back at home I kept my phone next to me just hoping for another message asking me to come back. That message would only come later in the afternoon.

Many thoughts crossed my mind again about what he thought. Did I make a mistake here or maybe not? So I was relieved when his message came through. If I wanted to come over for a drink? I asked him if I could book us somewhere for dinner instead.

We met at the restaurant. It was my favourite place for tapas. Great food, great wines, great atmosphere. We didn't speak about what happened that morning. I was relieved though that he survived and sat relaxed at a table with the guy who just swallowed his cum.

We chatted about a lot of other things. Sports, music, politics, etc. It was nice. We were both chilled and enjoyed each other's company. I asked for the bill as I knew they liked to close early on a Sunday. Max asked if I came by later. I didn't immediately answer.

After we left the restaurant I took him to a bar just around the corner from the restaurant. Here is where we spoke about the gay and sex things. He had many questions. What I found most amazing was how relaxed he was about it. He had a gift for me.

He handed me a small paper bag and I looked inside. He told me the whole story about his internet research and his visit to the adult store that afternoon. He got himself a cockring too apparently. In the small bag were poppers. He told me I should try them, the guy in the store said they were great.

Oh boy, should I laugh or cry? I told him he should try them and let me know. He said he would and we finished our drinks and again individually found our way home. I must admit I had good times with him that day. 

No real messages worth mentioning came in the following days. By Wednesday evening I got another message. The poppers apparently made his head swirl and made him horny. Now what am I supposed to do with a message like that? So I told him to get to bed naked and I would come help him.

'I'll leave the back door unlocked.' Very nice of him but I had to walk around the block to get there....

'Okay.'

'Would it be too much if I put on my cockring?'

'I love a cockring.' (Honestly, you ask me? I'm in chastity.)

'Nice.'

When I walk into his house it is darkness again. I see light coming through from upstairs. Upstairs only the hallway is lit. I know where the main bedroom is, my place is exactly the same. I go in and see him laying naked on the bed. No light inside the room, just the light from the upstairs hallway coming in. He still looks gorgeous. 

He is sniffing his poppers again and again. So much I hardly need to sniff, I just breath. Again I undress before him. Then I crawl up to him on the bed and put my hand on his cock. 'Nice and hard again.' I stroked his cock like it was my pet. 'Can I suck it a bit?'

Of course he didn't mind. And while I was sucking I heard him sniffing more poppers. I didn't stop and went on. When I stopped I asked for some. We both had some and we kissed passionately. I climbed on top of him. 

'And now?'

'I want you to fuck me.' 

I grabbed the small tube of lube I smuggled in and lubed my ass and his dick. We kissed passionately as I guided his cock inside. He froze. 'Relax,' I said as I handed him the poppers. 'Just fuck me.'

It wasn't about the fucking. I enjoyed his smoothly shaven body, his muscular body, his blue eyes. Our bodies becoming one, his cock in my ass and our mouths glued together. I ride him and watch his face as he pumps his sperm deep inside my ass. 

I didn't go home. We snuggled up during the night and I sucked him again in the morning before work, before he had to face my dad. For 3 months almost every day, till I was sent overseas.

When I came back he had a girlfriend and he ignored me. I wasn't very nice. This time I made sure he knew when I had company.