Familiarity Breeds Lust

My early retirement culminated with me living in a small village that was like the place that time forgot. Let me explain how this strange situation came about.

In my early fifties, I had been in a twenty-year-long relationship that had run its course. My lover and I were not at loggerheads at this point, but had decided that we should only ever have been friends. We cohabited in our lovely home for the final two years before my retirement and decided that thereafter, my lover pay me out for my share before I eventually moved on.

During those two years we ironically got on better than ever before and still visited our friends as a couple. We also often went to saunas and clubs together and did own thing once there. We had never been into the group thing sexually because Pete, my lover, was a top and attracted to thin young men. I, on the other hand, liked brawny guys and was a total bottom.

Even after our separation we always remained friends and would visit one another in the years to come.

Cognisant of my impending retirement, I began to look for the place where I wished to settle. I eventually found a small village ten miles inland from the coast in the most southerly region of the country. It was a very remote place and surrounded by a large rural community. In the actual village that consisted of no more than fifty homes, there was a pub and grill, a small store that sold basic groceries, alcohol, as well as petrol and diesel. There was also a church in the village that I would never have any use for.

An added benefit for me was that the area was overflowing with the kinds of men that were very suited to my taste. I wasn’t naïve enough to imagine that I would naturally get lucky, but if the odd stray cock crossed my lips from time to time, I certainly wouldn’t object. I would naturally always make sure that I had an abundance of booze, in the hope that this alcoholic inhibitor might stand me in good stead, if and when the odd male visitors over imbibed at my home.

As a backup plan I also knew that with a major city only two hundred and fifty miles away, I could go there for weekends and indulge my sexual needs at the many bars and saunas on offer.

When my last working day finally arrived, my ex-lover paid me out for my share of our home, as well as the contents of the home that belonged to me. Having no furniture wasn’t a problem for me, because the home I had bought came with all its furnishings. This was due to the fact that I had bought it from a deceased estate and the inheritors had decided that they weren’t interested in any of the house’s contents. Most of the furniture was very nice and any of the stuff I wasn’t happy with, could later be replaced at my convenience. Because of all of this, I saved a fortune on transportation costs, and my personal effects easily fitted into my SUV.

Shortly after moving into my new home, I started renovating and upgrading the home to suit my taste. Fortunately, there was a family of local men who could do all the improvements that were needed.

The family consisted of three brothers and their father who lived in the village. The eldest son, Colin, and his dad did carpentry work. The middle brother, Henry, was the builder, and Ollie, the youngest, was a plumber. Colin and Ollie were straight bachelors and lived with Sonny, their father, in his large home. Their mother had died many years before and Sonny, who was in his late seventies had never remarried. Henry was the best looking of the three and was married. Having married rather late in life, however, Henry didn’t have any children. Henry had a proportionately perfect physique, but he was the least engaging of the sons.

Colin, who was my age, was the least good-looking and scruffiest of the sons, but I liked him the most because of his sexy and engaging manner. Colin, like Henry, was around six-foot-tall. Ollie was six-foot-four inches tall and very burly. Ollie was phlegmatic and could be very friendly one day, and barely greet you the following day.

After their work, which took six weeks, had been completed I could not have been happier. During the renovating process I was rather pleased that I didn’t see too much of Sonny, because he was a talker of note and once he had your ears, they almost fell off from exhaustion. Having said all that, I must admit that Sonny gave me a comprehensive history about the village.

As time progressed, I kept buying new furniture and bits and pieces to enhance the look of my home, and with every passing day, my decision to live there was overwhelmingly vindicated.

Although I did begin to have several visitors who liked to pop in for a drink, sadly that is where things ended. I must, however, tell you something about the masculine guys in the region. Showing their penises never appeared to be a problem, and during their visits and they had no problem whipping out their dicks and unabashedly pissing in the garden without facing away from me. This almost drove me mad with lust. Worst of all, everyone seemed to be uncut and the act of milking moisture out of their foreskins after they finished off relieving themselves, almost gave me several heart attacks.

With the lack of action I was experiencing, my nightly masturbation sessions went on a riot as I imagined a multitude of scenarios, fantasizing these manly men in the area would ravage me. I even started a hobby that I had long thought about and started writing short porn stories. Having a very fertile imagination, I began to ‘put to paper’ all my fantasies about the men I encountered in the village. I then commenced submitting my stories to a gay site that I would highly recommend, named Gaydemon.

As you might imagine, my fantasies were augmented by visits to the city where I was able to also indulge in a bit of carnal reality from time to time. I am also happy to report that many of these adventures can also be found on Gaydemon.

Colin often passed by my home, as he visited the local store in town. More and more, my attraction grew towards him as I saw his bow legs and thickset frame pass by. I also began inviting him in for a quick smoke and a drink when this happened.

Because of a confluence of worldly events, when the lockdown due to Covid19 commenced, I began to formulate a scheme that I hoped would finally pay off with Colin. Aware of the fact that our brainless local government had decided to ban the sale of cigarettes and alcohol initially, I really stocked up of booze and smokes.

Initially, the local store in town illegally sold cigarettes and booze to the locals, but after the initial two week period and after this ban was extended, things began to get really tough. The cigarettes unsurprisingly soon ran out due to the prolonged extension that, unbeknownst to everyone, would still last a further five weeks.

Thereafter, when Colin passed by my home daily as was his habit, I would give him a cigarette and a glass of brandy and Coke. I never overdid my kindness, cognisant of the fact that I needed to keep him on a short leash if my plan was going to work. I hoped that his lack of foresight in stocking up would ultimately work to my advantage. I, naturally, also kept reminding him that my stock was not unlimited.

A day or two later when he asked me for an extra cigarette he could keep for later, I decided to go for broke.

“Colin, I really don’t want to run out,” I replied, dishonestly.

“But, you said you had bought a shitload of cartons, and I promise I’ll pay you back when things get back to normal,” he responded with a look of desperation.

I simply shrugged with a look of apology in my eyes, to which he countered, “I’m even willing to pay you the vastly inflated black-market rates that are going around.”

Going for the jugular I then decided to take a chance, carefully looking at his expression in case my plan backfired and I really angered him. “I don’t want to rip you off, but if I may, let me suggest a possible solution,” I gingerly replied.

“What?” he asked, in an almost exasperated tone.

“How about a blowjob for three cigarettes?” I replied with a forced laugh.

“Fuck! Are you kidding? There is no way in hell that I would suck another guy’s dick,” he vehemently blurted.

“Who said that you would do the sucking?” I cautiously retorted.

“Huh, so for three cigarettes you are also willing to suck my dick? he replied in disbelief.

“Sure… I’m gay as you know, so that’s no big deal in my life,” I answered with relief, happy that he hadn’t taken a swipe at me.

“Fuck, this is too much for me. I don’t think that I could cope with that,” he replied, before walking away with a disgusted frown.

Despite his refusal, I was very pleased with how things had worked out.

Let him brew on that, I reasoned to myself.

Later that day when my doorbell rang, Colin stood there with a sheepish look on his face.

“Five,” he said, before adding, “If you give me five cigarettes, Kenny, you can suck my dick.”

“Cool, then that’s a deal, buddy,” I announced.

After we went indoors he stood looking at me like a prisoner receiving a lengthy sentence. As I casually kneeled before him, I looked up and encouragingly advised, “You’d better drop your pants.”

“Oh, okay,” he replied with the startled gaze of a deer caught in the headlights.

Once his shorts had dropped to his ankles, the expression of fear remained on his face.

I cannot say that I was overly impressed by the size of his limp uncut dick, but on the plus side, he at least had a very bushy crotch.

Again looking up into his anxious eyes, I said, “Relax, buddy, I promise that you are going to enjoy this.”

As my head tilted forward I was rewarded by the most incredible odour of a ripe smelling crotch, which pleased me enormously. Following on that, as my tongue commenced licking on the ample folds of his puckered foreskin, the tangy flavour of his unwashed cock-head immediately sent shivers down my spine. When I slowly retracted the hood, I was further rewarded by a pungent pong that almost blew my mind. Upon sucking the glans of his cock into my mouth, the pissy taste immediately tantalized my eager tongue.

Fortunately, the eager sighs that now started flowing from his lips left me in no doubt that he was really enjoying himself as my head commenced bobbing back and forth, while enthusiastically blowing him. What also amazed me was that Colin was a grower and not a shower, and his dick ended up being a lot more impressive than I had foreseen.

Disappointingly, his butch hands never gripped hold of my head to really skull-fuck me and his arms remained lifeless at his side. When he unloaded, nevertheless, I was rewarded by an incredible flow of spunk that lavishly jettisoned from his cock.

Afterward, to yet more exhalations of approval from him, I really gave his dick and balls an impressive cleansing.

Once we were done, I poured him a brandy and Coke and gave him his cigarettes before he departed. What pleased me most, was that he didn’t seem to unnerved by what had just transpired.

In fact, he enthusiastically informed me that he had really enjoyed our encounter.

I was delighted when Colin again arrived on my doorstep by nine the following morning.

Even more remarkable was that unprompted by me, he shortly dropped his pants with an inviting look on his face, and it appeared that Pandora’s delightful box had now well and truly been opened.

I have no idea what thoughts had gone through Colin’s mind the previous night, but a completely different persona now presented itself. Remarkably, from the get-go, he had a hard-on and got into the action immediately.

Gone was the anxious timidity from the day before, as his masculine hands now took complete control of my head as his hips did all the work. Added to this, his verbal approach also added to my gratification as he commenced telling me to ‘suck his fuckin’ dick,’ among a multitude of other exciting carnal demands. It was as if a fuck-switch had gone off in his head and he was taking total control. Needless to say, I was in seventh heaven.

The intensity of his hand action also continually escalated as my throat and mouth got hammered mercilessly. This new development was fantastic because Colin had obviously taken to skull-fucking. When he finally came, I was gasping for life, a drowning survivor, and the combination of flavours from his dick again had me speechless with pleasure.

That day, Colin left with ten cigarettes.

The following day, I decided that I was on a roll and again planned to up the ante. When he dropped his pants I turned and hugged the sofa, inviting him to fuck me as my pants hit the floor. Although he once more had an uneasy look on his face, without much hesitation he soon stepped up and set about his task. Having clearly never butt-fucked anyone one before, Colin’s entry was incredibly uncomfortable. Having invited this action, however, I decided to take the shame and pain and live with the consequences. Gritting my teeth, my sore arse soon got over the early discomfort and shortly began to enjoy the anal thumping.

To add to my elation I soon felt my hips and arse being smacked rather hard. I wasn’t sure, whether some slut in his past had loved being spanked, and to be honest, nor did I care. All that interested me was the progression of sexual activity from Colin and I was overjoyed by his homosexual evolution. When he finally ejaculated in a noisy fashion, I was as contented as the cat that got the cream.

Drinks, as always, soon followed, and once more his increasingly relaxed demeanour delighted me.

As he departed I gave him a packet of cigarettes, hoping that I wasn’t shooting myself in the foot.

During the day I happily reflected upon his approach as a work in progress, hoping that things would soon go further.

The following day when he again arrived, I was convinced that cigarettes had now become secondary to his visits, because his ever-increasing horny deportment had now become palpable.

What pleased me most was the prolonged man-hug that I initially received from him. Unlike his brothers, I had often picked up a strong masculine body odour from Colin when the family had done work for me. It wasn’t a stench, but a rather pleasing rich manly pong. Now in his embrace, my nostrils literally began twitching with excitement and I could have spent the entire day glued to him.

When Colin finally let go of me I looked at his sexy mouth that had always intrigued me. He was the only member of his family that had facial hair. His goatee was always unkempt and in sore need of a trim. Resultantly, Colin’s lips and tongue were always busy licking the hairy overhang around his mouth in an almost lusty manner. I always felt sure that he would be a great kisser.

Sadly, however, the anticipated kiss was not forthcoming. What did please me, nonetheless, was when he suggested that we should move through to my bedroom.

Once undressed, Colin got on the bed on his back and lay with his legs and arms apart in an inviting manner. Colin was not overly hairy but there was more than enough to please me. In particular, his crotch and armpits were very bushy.

As I got on the bed, I immediately zeroed in on his crotch and commenced giving him an animated licking. What now enthralled me was how relaxed and affectionate he became, and I got the distinct impression that he was ready for a far less rushed encounter. As I licked and sucked, he passionately ran his rough fingers through my hair, treating my head like a precious object. His contented sighs were also mind-blowing as he oozed a purr of total contentment.

I was totally committed to show him a full range of homosexual oral pleasures and went about my task feverishly. When my mouth commenced its upward journey my hand kept fondling his dick and balls. First, I paused at his bellybutton before later moving up toward his nipples. I could tell from his sounds that the nipple nibbling clearly met with his approval.

After another lengthy visit to his tits, I asked him to place his caressing hands behind his head. As I zoomed in on his left armpit and started licking, I could clearly sense his body beginning to tremble. In addition, religious expletives now spilled from his lips as he commenced intoning, “Jesus, Oh, Jesus,” over and over again.

The tang and smell of his moist pits were ripe with virility and almost made me snort like an excited hog in the presence of a sow in oestrus. Making a meal of this, I soon began to rub my entire face in his pit of wonder.

With both of us hyperventilating, I moved to his right armpit and again began feeding. By now Colin was so excited that he began to tug on his knob. Sadly, my feasting was interrupted when he announced that he was about to cum. In a flash, I altered my body position and started sucking on his dick. The abundant spunk that soon followed was the icing on a cake for me.

Afterward, we again moved through to the kitchen for a smoke and a drink. As we stood chatting, Colin began to gush about how incredible our scene had been.

“I never knew that man-love would be so hot,” he exclaimed, before adding, “Jesus, I can’t believe what I’ve been missing.”

I simply smiled.

After our smokes and drinks were finished, I presumed that he would now be on his way.

“I suppose you need to get back home again?” I asked, hoping like hell that he wasn’t in a hurry.

“Nah, with the lockdown we have no work. All I have to do is listen to my father’s bullshit,” Then as an afterthought he exclaimed, “Unless, of course, if you have things to do and need to get rid of me?” he questioned.

“No, you are welcome to stay as long as you like,” I countered, before asking, “By the way, do you still have smokes?”

“Yip, I still have half a pack. Since lockdown I have smoked far less, so I suppose that’s a positive aspect of all this misery,” Colin concluded.

After a pause in our conversation, Colin looked at me with a mischievous grin and said, “Well, I suppose we should get back to the bedroom if you’re not busy.”

Overjoyed, I led the way.

I did not waste any time and got onto the bed on my back before lifting my legs high and wide in a seductively inviting fashion. Equal to the task, Colin was soon lubing his dick with spit before placing it at my hole. This time his entry was gentle and measured. What further surprised me was once he got into stride, he began to fondle my cock. Even more incredible than that, was when he began to lower his torso before he started kissing me.

Bingo, I thought, elated that we had now reached a new and far more holistic level in our intimacy.

As far as his kissing was concerned, Colin was even better than I had hoped for and had the strongest tongue I had ever encountered.

After lifting his head slightly, he let out a laugh and said, “Jesus, Kenny, my pong smells good on your face.”

As he again lowered his head, Colin now started licking my entire face.

For the next hour, Colin took me to heaven and back as he leisurely fucked me, and when we amazingly got into a sixty-nine position, I was overawed by how effortlessly he took to sucking dick. Even more astoundingly, Colin happily took my load in his mouth and said he liked it. He, however, made it clear that he wanted to unload in my backside and eventually did so.

After another smoke and drink, we even had another session before he eventually departed.

Colin’s daily visits now took much longer than before and I could not have been happier. The other interesting thing was that I introduced him to my hand-held douche, which I had installed next to the toilet.

Colin really took to me rimming him thereafter, and on future visits, he would always visit my toilet first before our action commenced.

Sadly, after the lockdown drew to a close and he and his father again had jobs to do, he wasn’t always able to visit me every day. This was luckily somewhat negated by his weekly stay-overs on our Friday ‘dinner’ evenings. As far as his dad was concerned, Colin simply told him that after having gotten drunk, I had offered him a bed in my spare room for the night.

I am not really sure what his father and brothers made of our friendship, nor did I care.