7 Year Itch?

Note: to my avid readers and followers, I will be taking a 2 week hiatus from any submissions as I will be traveling, Have no fear I will return shortly with Josh and Dave in “Our Sophomore Year” a longer series that many have been waiting and asking for me to return to. In the meantime hope you enjoy this story, another short one from me “7 Year Itch” as always comments are always welcome.

My name is Ben, I’m married, 7 years, I love my wife… I think I still do…, at least I thought I did… I met Bob, a bartender a few nights ago at a restaurant bar where I was having dinner while my wife was away on a business trip. He was easy going, very talkative, at first I figured working hard for better tip money on a slow night, after all that’s his job isn’t it? To be friendly, raise the money in the tip jar, be a therapist and good listener. As the night progressed and the crowd thinned even more, we moved to a small corner table near the bar, so he could still service anyone coming in. I have to say I felt more at ease and open than ever before, nothing happened mind you.  I went back the next night and I sat once again at that table, he stopped by often, personally refilling my drink, and he occasionally sat for a few moments before tending to other customers. I felt a comfort with him that I can’t remember ever having with anyone else. Once again tonight, as the crowd thinned, we were alone again and he brought over 2 drinks as we continued to talk. Tonight he was definitely making more eye contact as he occasionally reached across touching my hand, as we laughed at what we were talking conversationally at the time.

We had been sitting there basically alone for over 1 hour me with several drinks under my belt, when my phone rang, yes it was my wife. Disappointed and a sudden discomfort overcame me, as he must have realized it was a wife or a girlfriend and the call was personal. He politely stepped away back to the bar. She was just checking in, before heading to bed, at the end of the conversation I said the typical “I love you, goodnight and goodbye”. When Bob apparently keeping busy, but yet still listening, headed back to my table, saying “Wife?”, I replied “Yes” and went into discussing for the first time my personal life. Now it was apparent Bob was a bit more withdrawn than our pre phone call conversation, but at least seemed still to be working for his tips anyway. Then he asked if I was happy, and I said without thinking “Yes, yes I am”. Again I thought I was.

Soon our conversation slid back to pre call mode and that feeling of comfort came back. Even as we spoke about where my wife was and when she will be back. We were passing the time enjoying each other on a personal level, eventually he looked at his watch, saying, wow the time is flying tonight, and I’ll have to close up. I said I was sorry our conversation had to end, as he stood and mumbled something, as I said not quite hearing him, “Excuse me”, and he said “Oh nothing really, I just said the conversation didn’t have to end”. I immediately replied, and I still don’t know why “Well I’m game”. He said “Great we can head out as soon as I get a few things closed up here, I meet you out front in about 15 minutes”

I stood outside wondering where we could go and thought about an all night convenient store that had some small seating area for a coffee or something. Bob eventually came outside, said “Where do you think we should go”? And for some reason I blurted out “My house is about 3 blocks from here”, he smiled and said “Great”, as we walked to our cars and he followed me in his car. I drove the short distance I began kicking myself as to what and why I have done what I just did. I met him in the drive and we walked to the front door together, thank goodness the house was still fairly clean as I flipped the lights on and we walked to the living room, I asked “If I could get him anything” and we decided on my plentiful beer selection, then I threw a frozen pizza in the oven before joining him back in the living room. There we were sitting on the couch, quarter turned into each other, sipping our beers, I had the TV on to some sappy old movie in the background, and his eyes just kept making a connection to mine, as our lips were moving but I don’t think I was hearing anything being said at least I wasn’t comprehending any of it.

I realized I had a pleasurable feeling in my groin, as my manhood began to expand. In my mind I tried to comprehend this feeling and why, yet still continuing our conversation, and more so what is going on in his head, and did I actually lead him on? But I was also enjoying this moment and somewhat willing to let what might or could happen, happen. Then it did, it happened, he put his hand on my knee, took a sip of beer and moved slightly closer.

Then suddenly the timer sounded, the pizza was done, actually a bit overdone, as I got up rushing to get it out of the oven while turning on the exhaust fan to clear the slight smoke cloud.  I turned with the pizza on a try in my hand, back toward the center island counter, there he was almost in my face standing behind me. Then he suddenly reached up placing his hand on the back of my head pulling me into a deep oral mouth searching tongue kiss, as I caught the pizza that almost slid off the tray because I began tilting it towards the floor. I blindly reached over to put it onto the counter, while I found myself returning to him, the most sensual kiss I can ever remember. My arms reached around his waist as I pulled him in closer to me, and I could feel my confined semi hard on pressed against his thigh. With one hand still on the back of my head he raised the other up hugging my shoulder while mine were now clamped tightly around his waist not wanting to let him go. I released one hand and lowered it to his firm butt cheek and I gripped it tightly in a handful. Now I think I feel his dick pressing into me through our pants. I began pushing him backward leading him back to the couch. He spun me around and slid me down on the couch as he asked me if I was sure, and I replied unknowingly ”Yes”. My head rested on the arm of the couch and he raised my feet up and he gently lay on top of me kissing my neck with his hand twirling my floppy brown hair. Before long he was grinding his crotch into mine as he slid his other hand up my shirt, slowly finding my left nipple, squeezing gently between his thumb and forefinger. He then kissed where his hand was fondling me through my shirt and I began rubbing his back at first through his shirt then progressing up under it. I wanted to caress that tight ass, but he was down too low for me to reach it, but my dick was throbbing filled with blood as I felt his smooth skin and slightly boney shoulder blades.

Suddenly he stopped, kneeled up and pulled his shirt over his head, as I took that time to unbutton mine, letting it open and falling to my sides. He came back down on me and moved even lower as his wet tongue made contact flicking my nipple then switching to the other.  Now my hands were exploring his naked skin on his back until he moved lower and my only choice was to run my hands in his hair, while he licked and kissed his way down to my waist. What is happening here, and why am I doing this? I thought, I couldn’t answer, but I didn’t want it to stop. Now while his tongue searched my lower abdomen his hand gently found and massaged my dick through my pants, he felt all along the shaft almost like he was trying to determine its full length as he worked his way from the base down my left leg (well my inner thigh anyway).

He was low enough now I could sit up enough to remove the rest of my shirt and while he moved his mouth onto my hard member through my pants, my excitement was evident as I undid my own belt and fly exposing my plain white “Dad Briefs”, but I was too horny at this point to either be embarrassed or ashamed, as he gripped both waistbands pulling them over my ass, exposing a rather impressive (for me) hard on pointing directly in towards his nose. He looked up towards me, making eye contact as his hand grabbed the base of my dick and tilted it toward his lips, as he opened his mouth and slightly extended his tongue. He briefly slid up from just under the head back to the top and then swirled his tongue around the circumference of the head, smiling at me in the end. All I could say is “God don’t stop”, and he gave me one last look and then lowered his head over the top and engulfed my entire shaft into his overly wet and warm moist mouth creating a sucking action, sealing my entire member inside while he was able to slide his tongue around on the underside, The tip of my dick head was pressed what had to be the back of his throat, against the soft tissue inside while it almost contracted around it. Damn I was in ecstasy, and having never ever felt this way before let alone ever having a blow job like this. I was close, I shouted “Stop I’m too close” and he came up off me, looked at me and smiled, and he stood, undid his pants and stepped out of them, exposing a beautiful symmetrically placed semi hard dick resting on 2 balls in a tight close to his body ball sack. It was clean shaven and smooth, I had to immediately reach out and touch it, I slid my hands over it and began massaging the soft but tightening skin as it gradually became harder and his balls seemed to move away widening away from his shaft. I was still half lying on the couch when I looked up at him as his eyes were already focused on mine, and he nodded his head. I opened my mouth and with one hand guided it toward mine, I licked it, and drew my tongue back in as if testing its taste. After all this is the first time I’ve ever touched another dick let alone tasted one. My own dick was still rock hard and I didn’t want to seem reluctant, I tried to take his full length into my mouth but began gagging fairly quickly. He took my head with his hands and said “Slowly” as he only allowed just a bit more than his head inside and pulled me off then back in again. Eventually I think I got the rhythm down and worked my way to ¾ of his length when I really began to relax, rather than concentrate on my performance, it was then I began to enjoy, yes enjoy, the feel of his dick in my mouth, while my own dick was acting weirdly and excitedly seemed happy, yet no one was touching it, it was almost like it was in pre orgasm state, and I loved it.

He then lifted his knee and straddled my face nudging me down the couch, off the arm, now his dick was positioned directly over my mouth as he lowered it into my mouth being careful of where my gag reflex would kick in, when I realized he too began sucking my dick as well, damn I wasn’t even aware but we were now in a 69. We spent what seemed hours tonguing each other’s shaft and balls, as he pulled off multiple times knowing I was too close. I wanted to explode, yet he wouldn’t let me. I reached up grabbing his ass cheeks hoping to force him to continue but his resistance held himself back, man what will power this guy had. His ass cheeks were firm but smooth, I even ventured to split the crack feeling some warmth escape the crevasse, when he reached under me doing the same, but his fingers went deeper than I ever dared, when suddenly I quickly announced and fired my load into his throat as he held his face fully down on me, then he pulled me half out as I felt him swallow after swallow around my softening shaft and the excessive moisture of spit and cum leave his cavity eventually releasing me. He then stood and put a pillow under my head as he began jerking off toward my face. I reached up and slid my warm fingers on each side of his smooth balls and inner thighs, gently pulling them down as the skin stretched from the base of his cock to his extended sack. He gave one quick word, “CUM” before he began spewing streams and gobs of cum onto my face, almost like it would never end. Then he squeezed his dick head allowing the last droplets to drip to my cheek. He ran his fingers on my face in his goo as he tempted me to taste it, which I willingly did. I then moved my own fingers into the slime almost like sliding it to my mouth as I seemed to love it in every way, texture and taste.

He smiled at me, leaned down and gave me a kiss saying “Not bad for your first time” I smiled back asking if he was ready for pizza, as he extended his hand and led me to the slightly burned cold pizza in the kitchen, where I cracked open 2 more beers and we sat there naked at the island counter talking as we had so many times before at the bar. I agreed I would defiantly stop by the bar again as he went back to his clothes pulled out his phone and asked me for my number.

I’ve been married happily (I thought) for 7 years yet I wanted to experience more sex with bob as I decided it was the best I ever had, I want more I want to go further, but my wife will be home tomorrow what can I do, what will I do?

That's it for now, I'll be back in about 2 weeks, Thanks DJFM