Joe and Andy

“Getting a blowjob from a guy isn’t cheating” thought straight and married Joe as he watched gay and married Andy go down on him. “It’s just oral” thought Andy. Joe had never thought about men sexually before, yet there he was sitting on Andy’s couch with his gray sweatpants at his ankles, his legs spread and Andy between them on his knees sucking his dick. Whoa! The pleasure 34-year-old Joe was receiving from 32-year-old Andy was tremendous and really like none he’d experienced before. Joe always felt his sexual urges were normal. Before getting married six years ago, he had one long-term girlfriend and several one-nights stands along the way. Sure, he’d gotten head before, but nothing like this. He now knew what it meant to get serviced.

Andy was an experienced and hungry cocksucker who hadn’t been getting much action from his husband and who had never cheated. From Joe’s moans, increasing stiffness and seeping precum, Andy knew his lips, tongue and mouth were making Joe ecstatic. When Andy stuffed his mouth with Joe’s luscious balls and suckled them, Joe was close to losing it. As a gay man, Andy could appreciate that Joe’s dick was a beauty. It was somewhat over seven inches of thick cut flawless flesh. Joe’s sizable balls were equally as appealing.

Joe eyes widened in amazement as he watched Andy deepthroating his cock, vigorously bobbing his head up and down on every bit of it. Joe had never been orally worshiped like this. Andy was inspired to really put himself into it by Joe’s prize organ and the whole atmosphere.   

Andy heard Joe’s deep gasps as his swollen rod spasmed, then shot off blasts of cum in Andy’s mouth. Andy happily chugged down this delicious treat. There was a beat as the two men were silent, taking in what had just happened. Andy was flushed and Joe was glowing from having been to brought to such unknown bliss. They were both profoundly satisfied. Joe pulled up his underwear and sweatpants. “Uh, thanks bro. See you tomorrow…” It was mid-September 2019, in Park Slope, Brooklyn.

“I guess we’re the only househusbands” Joe had said to Andy a week earlier. For five mornings when he took his daughter Annabelle to kindergarten, Joe noticed Andy taking his daughter Lana there as well. Every morning and afternoon, there was a crowd of mothers bringing and picking up their kids at the school and there was also Joe and Andy. Innately masculine in a slightly goofy way, Joe was medium height, had brown hair, and in good shape. Andy’s cheery vocal inflections were obviously gay voice, he was on the short side, thin, black-haired and wore glasses.

“Yeah, we’re definitely a minority” laughed Andy. “I’m Joe” he said shaking Andy’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Andy.” “Want to grab a coffee? I have nothing scheduled except grocery shopping until pickup time.” “Sure.”

At a nearby café, the two men exchanged life stories over an hour. Free-spirited Joe was from Vermont and came to New York after college to be a drummer. Not much happened, and for a survival job he fell into being a dogwalker in Park Slope where he lived. With his affinity for animals and his beaming presence, friendliness and terrific smile, he became quite popular and as successful as a dogwalker could be.  Seven years ago,  a new client was the blonde Angela, a 31-year-old attractive editor at a major publishing firm in Manhattan. He walked her golden retriever, Ingrid. Angela sized up Joe as a man who could be of great use to her. She instigated their dating. Joe was happy with the attention and the sex was great. He moved in with her and after a year they were married. Her wealthy Connecticut parents were overjoyed with their daughter’s catch as her clock was ticking and paid for a grand wedding at their country club. A year later, Annabelle was born. It was agreed that Joe would end his dog walking career to stay home and take care of the baby as Angela was on the fast track at the firm to become a senior editor, which she did. The amiable Joe, took care of the baby, did all the housework, kept things running and was supported in fine style in return. Their formerly lively sex life had gradually deteriorated into weekly rote sessions and distance grew in general. Hey, that happens to married couples.

Andy was from Ohio and met New Yorker Daniel when they were at Princeton. Andy had some experience with men and fell totally in love with the masculine hung Daniel after they fucked for the first time, and they’d been together ever since. Andy worked in a gay non-profit while Daniel went to law school and they lived in Chelsea. They got married and soon after, Daniel decided they should become parents and they had a daughter via a surrogate and Daniel’s sperm. Daniel decided that they should move to Park Slope as it would be better for Lana and that Andy should quit his job since it didn’t pay that much to take care of her. They’d been featured as “a perfect couple” in a gay magazine. Sexually and socially their roles were quite defined as Daniel being the top and Andy the bottom which suited them. The arrival of Lana, the move and Daniel’s long hours in the quest to make partner took a toll on their sex lives. Daniel’s solution was discreet lunchtime hookups and Andy’s was jerking his average dick off to internet porn. They were in it for the long haul.

Joe was being Joe when he asked Andy to coffee with no ulterior motives. He could tell that Andy was gay and being openminded wasn’t put off by that. They were just two guys in similar circumstances. Andy enjoyed meeting someone on his own that wasn’t connected to Daniel or the stuffy upper class gay social scene. Of course, he thought Joe was appealing but that was that.  

They met the next day, and after dropping their children off went for coffee again and their rapport continue to develop. It was after this meeting that Andy decided he was going to go for it next time. Why not? All of the other gay couples he knew had some sort of arrangement, he sensed that Daniel was up to stuff on the side. The bulge in Joe’s gray sweatpants and his magnetic presence got to him.

“Hey, we could have coffee at my place” said Andy the next morning. In an instant the not so naïve Joe summed up the situation and got hard at the thought that Andy would soon be sucking his dick. Why not? He felt entitled to some action, he’d never cheated on Angela, this wouldn’t really count and Andy was a good guy. “Cool.” They walked a few blocks to Andy’s apartment. Andy made coffee as they chatted with Joe sitting on the living room couch. Andy brought the cups in and sat next to Joe as he put the cups on the coffee table. They stared at each other with mutual lust.

Andy put his hands on Joe’s crotch. Joe sat impassively as Andy stroked his cock through his gray sweatpants. Emboldened, Andy slid them and Joe’s underwear down. Joe’s erect manhood was on display. Having had only Daniel’s cock for the last ten years, Andy gazed at and then stroked Joe’s cock with fascination. Andy’s fingers tingled at feeling Joe’s precum. He got on his knees and opened his mouth.