It was a summer neighborhood barbecue and we’d all had a few too many. Now the last of the married couples were stumbling down the street, their kids racing ahead of them. I was finishing off my beer with Garvey, who’d hosted, and whose wife was cleaning up inside.
“The thing I’ve never understood about gay guys…” he started saying, and I braced myself. Being gay and having spent way too much time around straight people, I could predict the words he was going to say before they even left his mouth.
Garvey leaned toward me in his plastic lawn chair, eyes bleary and breath beer-y. “Who decides who’s, you know...taking it?” he said in a low tone. “And who’s giving it? You know?” He smirked like he knew he was being bad, bringing this up, but couldn’t help himself, and it gave him a thrill anyway. To consider gay sex. Ass fucking. Out loud, instead of just in his head.
I took a deep breath. I liked Brad Garvey. Not only was he friendly - truly a good neighbor - but he was the epitome of a sexy, suburban dad, all well-built, corn-fed muscle, with a few extra pounds that only added to his sexiness. He wasn’t trying to offend, and I wasn’t in a mood to get offended.
“We flip a coin,” I said. Garvey brayed. When he was done laughing he regarded me and I could tell he was thinking: which way did the coin flip for me?
“I mean, I know that women can get off, getting fucked,” he said, the word hanging there in the humid late-evening air, turning us both on a little. Fucking and sex - things you didn’t really talk about with your neighbor acquaintances. But here we were: loose, and on good terms. Opening up to one another. “But guys can’t really do that,” he added.
“Plenty of guys get off having stuff up their asses,” I said. “Straight or gay.” Garvey considered this; nodded. “Plus, I don’t know - sometimes it feels good to give pleasure. You can still get off - I mean, don’t women often have to jack themselves off to cum?”
“I guess so,” he said, settling back in his chair. “I’ve never fully understood it. Like, I love when my wife gives me head. It’s rare, but I live for it,” he said in a conspiratorial whisper that made my cock stir. “But I know she’s just doing it for me; she’s not getting off on it.”
“Aw c’mon,” I said. “Plenty of people get off on giving head. I do.”
“You do?” he said. Instantly. Directly. Like it had all been leading here.
“Yeah,” I said, caught off guard. “I do.”
“You get off on sucking cock,” he said, tilting his head back as he regarded me. He spread his legs slightly, shifted in his seat. Glanced at the house to see his wife at the kitchen window doing dishes.
“Absolutely,” I said.
Garvey’s eyes were right on me. I squirmed. He rested one hand on his thigh, next to the bulge in his packed khaki shorts.
“Prove it,” he said.
Fuckin Garvey. I’d checked out that package more than once since I’d known him, had fantasized about what he looked like out of his khaki shorts and polo shirt: hung and hairy as anything, I suspected, with a pair of massive balls, full of cum.
“I don’t think my husband would care for that,” I said. “Let alone your wife.”
“Your husband’s in Italy,” he said. “And my wife works at the office on weekdays.” His hand moved closer to his crotch.
“Cut it out,” I said.
“You’re the one making wild claims,” he said.
“That I can get off while giving head?” I said. “That’s ‘wild’ to you? That just makes me feel bad for Claire,” I said, referring to his wife.
“Oh don’t worry, I make her cum good,” Garvey said, and now his hand was moving against his bulge, slowly, but enough for me to see that something was growing in there. As I stared, he flexed it and his mound stirred. He smiled when I looked back at his face.
“She’s just reluctant about giving head,” he said, a finger tracing the length of his garden-hose like shaft, up and down. “I’ve never been with a woman who could get off while she was giving a blowjob.” He flexed it again. It looked fully hard.
“Okay then,” I said, caution fully thrown to the wind. “Right now?” He laughed. Leaned toward me.
“Tomorrow. After she leaves for work.”
“Garvey…” I said, shaking my head, ready to pass the whole thing off as drunken stupidity. Just then Claire came out of the house, walking toward us. We sat up.
“Hey babe. Need any help?” he said, crossing his legs. Claire gathered up some bowls and plates.
“Nah, you guys enjoy your beer,” she said, and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. She walked away and Garvey uncrossed his legs. Flexed his boner again and winked at me.
“You’re gonna regret this conversation tomorrow,” I said.
He shook his head. “You might,” he said. “Once you see what you have to work with, here,” he added, flexing his cock at me.
“Okay,” I said, and stood up. My own dick was half-hard, and I tried to be casual about tucking it down so it wasn’t visible but Garvey watched my every move. “It’s clearly time to call it night.” I held out my hand. Garvey slowly shook it, eyes on mine.
“I’ll call you first thing when she leaves,” he said. I just shook my head, at a loss for words. Then I poked my head inside to thank Claire before I stumbled back to my house.
It was the first thing I thought about that morning, head pounding with a hangover. I had some coffee and a few ibuprofen and then, around nine a.m., my phone rang. It was Garvey.
I sat there on my deck, coffee in hand, watching his contact flash on my screen. I’d never cheated on my husband before. I’d barely even considered it. But something about it being Garvey - straight, sexy Garvey - and the fact that he’d presented it as a challenge, was throwing me for a loop. I answered the call, just before it could cut off.
“Morning,” I said.
“Claire just left for work,” I heard Garvey say, voice thick and low. “I’m still in bed, naked and hard. Why don’t you come over and show me what you talked about last night?”
“Garvey…” I said. “Don’t you think this is a bad idea?”
“No, I think it’s a great idea,” he said. “Come over.”
“We can’t tell anybody about this,” I said, hardly believing the words were coming out of my mouth.
“Of course not,” he said. Still I hesitated. “I’m gonna hang up now. Get over here soon before I make myself cum, okay?” When I didn’t respond he said, “Bye, Connor,” and hung up.
My ears were ringing. Never in my life had I felt so out of control as I slipped on my sandals and headed down my suburban street. Barry Rovison was in his driveway, working on his car. He waved at me, I waved back.
“Out and about early, eh?” he said.
“Just taking a walk,” I said, feeling about as guilty as I could, but still moving toward Garvey’s house. All around me were normal houses full of normal people and here I was, about to commit adultery.
I went up to the door. Thought about knocking, but then just tried it - it was open.
“Garvey?” I said into the empty living room.
“Up here,” he said. I ascended the plushly-carpeted staircase. I turned down the hall and looked into an open bedroom and there he was, sitting up in bed, legs spread, naked and with a smile on his face. He held out his cock - huge and hard.
I slipped off my sandals then took off the rest of my clothes. Garvey smiled when he saw my boner.
“That’s a good start,” he said. I hesitated at the edge of the bed. “Get between my legs and get to work, man. I want to see you enjoy yourself.”
I got on the bed and felt up his thick, hairy thighs. I moved my hands to his balls - just as big and cum-heavy as I’d imagined them to be. I took hold of his cock and gave it a couple dry strokes. I looked at Garvey and smiled. Things still felt awkward.
“Get into it, man,” he said. “Show me you want it.” I took a deep breath and settled myself down on my stomach with my head in his crotch. He smelled like a freshly-showered man. I licked his thighs a little which made him quiver, then I went for his balls. I licked his sack, then rolled each ball around on my tongue. That made him groan. He tasted good, and I started to lose myself as I held up his heavy rod and began to lick up its length. A drizzle of pre-cum streamed down it. I licked that up, too. The taste made my cock throb and I ground my hips into the bed as I licked him from base to tip.
“There you go,” Garvey said. “Enjoy that cock, savor it.” I popped the head of him in my mouth and slid my lips down, taking him along my tongue until most of him was lodged in my throat. I came back up for air, glancing in his eyes before I went back down. He moaned.
I began sucking him with a regular rhythm, taking him a bit deeper each time. Gradually I felt my inhibitions melt, and my world became Garvey’s pulsing, huge cock in my mouth. It was really Garvey, the way his cock would throb each time I sucked on the head of it. The thought occurred to me: I forgot how much I like sucking cock. It wasn’t Christopher’s favorite thing.
I started licking up the sides of his shaft while I looked him in the eyes, humping the bed and wiggling my ass around. He really liked that.
“You’ve wanted that cock for a while, haven’t you?” he said. I nodded, kept licking. “I’ve always wanted to give it to you. C’mon, show me how much you love to suck a big, married cock. Make love to it, go crazy on it,” he said, a steady stream of dirty talk that only increased as I gave myself over to acting like a whore. I started to feel like I was in a porno, moaning and looking right in his eyes, treating his cock like it was filet mignon. We were both panting.
“Here,” he said, and got up on his knees. “Get on all fours so you can jack off while you suck me.” I did as he said, the act of spreading my ass sending a thrill through me. I sucked him slow and deep, occasionally giving love to his low-hanging nuts or slapping his rod against my face, keeping a slow pump on my cock as I did.
“You want to cum, don’t you? You’re close?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I told you.”
He chuckled. “Well don’t cum yet, I’m enjoying this too much. I want to make it last.” I slowed down. Really got into worshipping him. It wasn’t difficult - his cock was beautiful. I started slow-licking it while I looked into his eyes. It was turning both of us on. I was edging him and myself in tandem, and a couple times we got super close but I pulled us back.
He had me kneel on the floor and he stood while I sucked him on my knees, looking up at his well-built, masculine body and moaning like his cock was the most delicious thing I’d ever had in my mouth. Something about that position and view sent me too close and I wound up shooting a pre-load.
“Oh fuck - are you cumming?” he said, watching jizz shoot out of my cock and onto his bedroom floor.
“No - well sort of,” I said, nearly out of breath. “I can cum again.”
“Fuck that’s hot,” he said. “Look in my eyes again. Did my cock make you shoot like that?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Tell me you love sucking my cock.”
“I love sucking your cock,” I said through my sloppy lips, his heavy rod throbbing against my face.
“Yeah you do,” he said and I resumed sucking. “Make love to that cock. God you suck it so good. You suck it better than my wife does. Oh fuck I’m gonna cum…”
I moaned around his rod, whacking at my dick as I worked for his load. “Cum with me. You ready? You gonna swallow?”
I nodded as I took him all the way down my throat and came back up. I went down again and he yelled like a neanderthal as he passed the point of no return. He grabbed the back of my head and held me down on him as his nuts began to unleash their reward. A thick jet hit the back of my throat, followed by more and more. It was either swallow or drown. I gulped and gulped as my own cock began to blow, a healthy wad of cum that mostly landed around and on his feet.
He was feeding me so much built-up cum that it began to run out of the sides of my mouth and down his shaft. Once he finished shooting and I’d swallowed alI could, I dislodged his cock from my throat and began to clean all the cum off it, looking up in his eyes as I sluttily slurped up drizzled cum from his shaft and balls.
“Yeah you love my cum you slut,” he said. Then laughed at himself. I laughed too as I slapped his cum-sloppy rod against my face.
And then it was back to reality, though reality had shifted a little. I’d just had some all-out, uninhibited oral sex with my straight-married neighbor.
“I can’t say I wouldn’t want to experience that again,” he said, helping me back up on my feet. “But maybe we should play it by ear.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“I believe you now, though,” he said, giving my ass a playful grab as I slid my shorts up my thighs.
“C’mon,” I said. “You weren’t just playing that up?”
“Maybe a little,” he said, winking at me. We laughed some more about it as we said goodbye, then I headed downstairs and back out into suburbia, the world feeling a bit different than it had before. Stranger, maybe, and more full of possibility. Guilt crept around the edges, but I didn’t have any intention of leaving my husband for some good dick, and I can’t imagine Garvey felt that way, either. What was a little pleasure between friends?
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