Small Town Paradise

Chapter 2: Nando

My name is Alex. I’m 37 years old and single. Here is Chapter 2 of my story about how I recovered from a long period of self-imposed celibacy and rediscovered my long-suppressed sexual drive.

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After my session with Dylan I had spent the day lounging in the sun and taking a long nap in bed, dreaming of the sensations I had felt that morning—Dylan’s hands stroking every part of my oiled body, caressing my cock with his tongue and lips, and sliding his hard cock up between my slippery cheeks. I admit that I pulled off two more loads thinking about the unbelievable experience of shooting as much cum as I had.

Tuesday morning, I woke a up again from a deep sleep. I had slept naked so I walked out as I was into the kitchen, got coffee, went outside by the pool, and laid down in a lounge chair. I started thinking about the scene there the day before, and before long I had a full-blown hard-on that begged for stroking. So I stroked it, until long oozes of pre-cum started seeping out of the tip making the shaft slick and smooth as I ran my hands up and down. I couldn’t believe how rock-hard it got. I hadn’t had an erection like this in longer than I could remember.

Just when I started to feel the first twinges of cum gathering and my breathing started getting ragged and short, the gate to the alley suddenly opened and ‘Nando came in, carrying a bag of mulch. I immediately stopped stroking myself, but it was clear that he saw me and knew what I’d been doing. I mean, there I was, completely naked, with my hands at my crotch and my face blushing red.

“Oh, sorry to surprise you Mr. Alex… Hey, it’s OK…You can keep going… if you like. I don’t mind,” he said. And he said this while staring at my hands clasped over my crotch and my still semi-hard cock. In his gaze a new wave of horniness came over me and I thought, hey, it’s my house and yard so I released my cock and started stroking again. ‘Nando stepped briefly into the shadows of the garden shed. When he came out a minute later he had stripped off his sleeveless shirt and was wearing only his loose-fitting canvas shorts. He stood still for a moment about ten feet away, breathing deeply and watching me, and then he reached into his open fly and pulled out the biggest penis I had ever seen. It was huge—nine inches long and thick, with a large, round helmet head sheathed in a tight foreskin. My mouth dropped open. Now I knew what was holding his pants up. I also knew that I had to have that long, thick slab of man-meat in my mouth.

I got up from the lounge chair and stepped toward ‘Nando, stroking my raging cock and looking him straight in the eye. I smiled. He smiled back and said, “You like what you see?”

“Uh-huh,” I replied as I knelt in front of him, pulled his shorts to the ground, grabbed hold of his cock with my right hand and cupped his huge balls with my left. I looked hard at his cock for a while before kissing the head, gently lifting its foreskin, and running my tongue around the crown. ‘Nando sighed.

Then a powerful brain-wave hit me. I was suddenly aware that sucking big cocks and drinking cum is what I had been missing for twelve years, an animal urge I had denied myself—what I was born to do. I took him inch by slow inch, then plunged down on that monster like an expert of twenty years. I don’t know how I managed but I took that whole nine inches down to the base and down my gullet and back again, over and over, faster and faster, never once gagging. I breathed furiously through my nose and gulped air through my mouth when I pulled back. I grabbed him with both hands at his tight waist and his taut rock-hard buns. ‘Nando grabbed onto my head and started pumping in and out to match my own efforts and soon I could sense he was ready to cum. “Huh, huh, huh,” he grunted and with a loud yell he started pumping a gush of hot semen down my throat as I shot a ribbon of white all over his shorts, wadded down around his boots. I swallowed all of his load and then gently, slowly pulled off of him and rubbed his still-hard cock all over my face, catching the last drops of cum with my tongue. ‘Nando stepped out of his pants and said, “Mr. Bob said you would like that.”

Well I’ll be damned, I thought. Bob had set up this entire situation with Dylan and ‘Nando for me. What a gift!

‘Nando never put his clothes back on that morning. It was hot and he grew increasingly sweaty and grimy with dirt as the hours went by, but he didn’t get a lot of work done. Every time he stopped to look over at me I was stroking my dick. I was in total lust watching him and was driving him mad with lust as well. And he was insatiable. When he saw me watching him he would get hard again. I would motion him over to come feed my waiting mouth. The sun, the sweat, the grime, his hard little bantam-weight body and a nine-inch dick. Perfect. All told I sucked him off five times in four hours. I have never, to this day, met a man who could produce so much cum.

So my weekday mornings filled up with pleasures at home. Dylan and ‘Nando and I were naked every day from then on and we serviced each other nicely. Dylan gave me oil-massages, slick humps, smooth blowjobs, and stroked me to wild masturbations. I had the pleasure of giving ‘Nando the relief he needed from his constant reservoir of semen (and probably some relief for his wife at home). And yes, I relaxed. More than that, I found a sex-drive that I had shut down for a long time.

Plus, I discovered that my newly reawakened sex drive tuned me in to the many horny men looking for sex with other horny men.

I found a sexual paradise in a small town.