Small Town Paradise

Chapter 3:  George

My name is Alex.  I’m 37 years old and single.  Here is Chapter 3 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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One late evening around 11:00, I realized that I had not yet put the trash bin out in the alley where it needed to be for pick-up early the next morning.  So I rolled the bin across the yard as usual, opened the gate, and left it behind the fence.  The alley is well-shaded by trees and there are areas where it is very dark under the low-hanging branches. 

As I was about to turn and go back into the yard I saw a movement in one of the shadows and the soft noise of a footstep.  Both made me a little nervous but I called out,  “Is someone there?”  I took a few steps closer until I could just barely make out the figure of a man.  Then, as my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see that it was a man, totally naked.  He was average height, middle-age, good-looking but not really handsome, with a soft body, and eyeglasses—an ordinary guy. 

“Oh.  Hello, are you my neighbor?,”  I said, somewhat stupidly.

“Hi,” he said, “my name is George.  I live few blocks back.  I’m just out for a walk.”

“Um, you walk around town at night in the nude?,” I said.

“Yes, it’s great. Very relaxing.”

It was then I noticed that he wasn’t exactly nude.  Other than sneakers and socks, he was wearing a heavy, bright metal ring around his half erect 8” cock. He wasn’t ordinary in the cock department.

“I can imagine,” I said, “and it looks like it kinda turns you on, too.” 

“Well, yeah, it’s very… liberating.”  When he said that word it hit me that that’s what was happening with me.  I was in a process of liberation from my long-held self-repressions. And here was a liberated man to show me further how to do it. 

“So, how far do you go?,” I asked.

“Around the neighborhood and into the downtown as far as I dare.  I like the challenge of going as far as I can without getting caught.  Do you think that’s weird? Would you like to join me?”

Something came over me suddenly.  I knew that I had to show off my new freedom.  I knew that I wanted to strip off my clothes, free my dick and balls and exhibit myself to the world.  I was instantly a new convert to exhibitionism.  “No!,” I said, “I mean yes!”  And with that I dropped my shorts, pulled off my shirt, and threw them both over by the gate.  And so we started walking down the alley toward the next street.  I had to laugh a little.  I felt like a kid getting away with something naughty.  On the other hand, the thrill of being naked out in public was exciting.

So there we were, two guys in the total buff in the middle of the town in the middle of the night, ducking into shadows when a car approached, but mostly just walking out in the open, letting it all hang out.  I let George lead the way.  As we appeared to head for the town square I got a little nervous but doubly excited at the same time.  My cock, now pretty stiff, started bouncing up and down as we walked.  We crossed the main street and into the square, empty of people but totally exposed on all sides.  Pools of light from several streetlamps illuminated the walkways.  George stopped under one, turned to me and said quietly:

“So, Alex, you want a blow job?”

Without waiting for me to answer he squatted down quickly and took my cock into his warm mouth, swirling his tongue around the head before opening his jaw, sucking it down his throat.  He held it there for a moment and looked up at me and into my eyes before slowly, slowly backing off. Making eye contact like that made me totally forget that I was committing an act of public indecency.  I didn’t care.  George’s mouth was too inviting and too pleasurable, and George knew exactly what he was doing.  His technique was amazing, spiraling his mouth on the shaft as he worked it up and down, lingering on the head and teasing the corona with his tongue.  In a couple of minutes I was pumping a full load down his throat.  When he pulled off and got up, wiping my excess cum off his lips, I quickly answered,

“Only if I can return the favor.”

So I totally threw caution to the wind, got down on my knees and took George’s impressive 8” into my mouth, and treated him to same technique he had used on me, swirling my lips and tongue around the head, diving down the full shaft, pulling back to the head again, and so on.  I figured that guys do to other guys what they want in return.  George breathed hard through his nose, humming on his exhale, and finally he whimpered a bit as I brought him to a full, hard, steely erection.  I sensed he was close so I took him all the way.  He responded by banging into my face with a series of hard thrusts.  Then he grunted as he came with a gush of five hot spurts of cum down my throat and filling my mouth.  I had trouble swallowing it all, which was OK.  His cum was sweet and I rolled it on my tongue.

“Wow,” he said, when I got up from the ground.  “Wow. You just made a fantasy come true.  In all the times I’ve been out like this I never thought that anyone would do this with me.  Thank you.”  He then pulled my face to his and gave me a deep kiss.  “I hope we can do this again.”

And we did, on many nights, but never following the same route or the same routine.  George surprised me with his knowledge of sexual techniques and became another tutor to my recovery.  He tutored me on the steps of the city hall, behind the library, by the dumpster behind the café, between cars at the Chevrolet dealership, and elsewhere until eventually we got each other off in a hot sixty-nine on the high school football field.

I like to stay active in the community.