I'm a widower
My wife passed away about 8 months ago and the people next door started keeping closer tabs on me for a while. Seems like almost every night I was either sitting with them on thier deck, or they were sitting with me on my patio. If I were to describe them for a missing person report I would have to say, he was just as plain as me, about 6' tall, around 200 pounds, runners sort of build. She was a runner, and had the leg definition and muscularity you would expect, plus she play a lot of tennis all her life, making her thighs quite muscular. Up top she was fairly average, maybe a 36 inch, small C or extra large B cup. Brownish/red hair and eyes that would make your head swim if you stared into them.
With the covid stuff going on neither them nor I ventured out from home except to go to work, and then home, exceppt Angie, she still ran every morning, and as I later learned they would fuck immediately upon her return from run. Apparently the smell of sweat turned David on and he would fuck her hard after a good run. What a cardio workout she has! This I found out about 3 months after wife passed.
The three of us were sitting on their deck talking one Saturday night and the conversation, being slightly alcohol fueled on her part started getting a little sexy. She was rubbin up and own David leg with her foot and he started getting aroused, by the looks of the tent forming in his shorts. I know they were getting heated up so I excused myself to go home and let them do their thing. When i got home I went straight to my garage where the east wiindow overlloks the back of their house and deck. Sure enough he had her bent over the rail of the deck and was taking care of her from behind. When he finished and he backed away she looked up straight at my garage window. I am certain she could not see me since it was pitch black dark in there except for a foot light on the far end of bay. Next day she made her run, came home and disappeared in the house like always, shortly after David came out and got in his car and left. Within 2 minutes of hearing him leave in his loud assed Mustang she was knocking on my patio door, dressed in her running shorts and tshirt. I motioned for her to come in, and she came right over to the table and sat down in a chair opposite of me. As she sat down she was eying the coffee maker and pretended to be drinking from a cup. I ask her if she wanted coffee and she agreed, cream no sugar, "I'm sweet enough" she declared. Of course I agreed with her. She drank her coffee silently, and then said; "I apologize for making you uncomfortable last night rubbing Davids leg". "Oh thats fine" I said, it was time for me to leave any way, which immediately brought to mind the erection growing in David short, and like a dummy I blurted out"From the growing tent in Davids shorts I thought it best I leave" She giggled, said thanks for coffee got up and left, in 5 seconds or less!
A few nights later David appeared at my patio door and yelled at me, about scared the crap out of me not expecting any one to walk up and yell. "Come on in, no one here but me and my misery" I said. So David comes in, sits down and just pops right out with "sorry about the other night, she gets frisky occasionally". Again I said no big deal, and added" I could tell by the growing tent I should waste no time exiting! Oh, you saw my hardon forming did you? Yes, how could I not; I said Well maybe you have stuck around a while and seen the whole thing when it stood up he laughed and smacked the table. "Well, I am afraid that may have caused me to stare or say something totally inappropriate" I said. Oh yea, like what he wanted to know. So i told him, I had often wondered sort of in passing about his cock, sort of as an afterthought I added, "in comparison to mine". David stood up, and I figured this was the beginning of the end of a friendship, the only friend I actually have. Instead he dropped his shorts and just stood there with his cock hanging about a foot from me, about shoulder high. At that point I mentally judged the lean angle and distance of where I would be in height if I just leaned forward and stuck my nose in his hairy pubes. That thought lasted less thwn a second, he ask if I wanted to see it fully erect. I suppoes this was exciting him a little since he was getting bigger with each heartbeat. Against my better judgement, and forgetting all the morals I thought I had, I reached out and wrapped my hand around it, pushed back the foreskin a little and just stared at it for who knows how long. I found myself stroking it, making it harder with each stroke until it was rather rigid. It likely was arounf 7" long and as big around as a small drinking glass. I guess my licking my lips made him step forward because before I knew what I was doing he had it against my lips. They parted slightly just like he was controlling them and in it went! My first cock, and in my mouth within a minute of seeing it for the first time. Oh how wonderful it felt in my mouth, soft, hard, sweet, sour with sweat. I naturally started doing what I like done and almost instantly was rewarded with some salty precum. I knew that was precum from tasting my own, and then he started rocking-ina and out, and I started licking the underside, the slit, the whole head. Then he just stopped, and muttered don't move or I'll cum. So i instinctively licked the underside and pushed as much in my mouth as I could take and he started cumming, and cumming. alll down my throat, by the time I got pulled away enough to get it in my mouth has was finished all but a couple drops. Down in the chair he plopped and started telling me waht a great cocksucker I was. At that point it hit me, what had happened. I advised him never ever call me that again, I don't think it fits what we just done, and to me it is a disgusting moniker. I told him this with enough conviction in my voice he began to apologize,and I stopped him with my next statement. "I thoroughly enjoyed that, and that being my first ever touch of and taste of another man was not what I wish to leave you with so come back later and we'll try again when we aren't in a hurry.
In part II we will explore how this turned into a whole new place in life for me
With the covid stuff going on neither them nor I ventured out from home except to go to work, and then home, exceppt Angie, she still ran every morning, and as I later learned they would fuck immediately upon her return from run. Apparently the smell of sweat turned David on and he would fuck her hard after a good run. What a cardio workout she has! This I found out about 3 months after wife passed.
The three of us were sitting on their deck talking one Saturday night and the conversation, being slightly alcohol fueled on her part started getting a little sexy. She was rubbin up and own David leg with her foot and he started getting aroused, by the looks of the tent forming in his shorts. I know they were getting heated up so I excused myself to go home and let them do their thing. When i got home I went straight to my garage where the east wiindow overlloks the back of their house and deck. Sure enough he had her bent over the rail of the deck and was taking care of her from behind. When he finished and he backed away she looked up straight at my garage window. I am certain she could not see me since it was pitch black dark in there except for a foot light on the far end of bay. Next day she made her run, came home and disappeared in the house like always, shortly after David came out and got in his car and left. Within 2 minutes of hearing him leave in his loud assed Mustang she was knocking on my patio door, dressed in her running shorts and tshirt. I motioned for her to come in, and she came right over to the table and sat down in a chair opposite of me. As she sat down she was eying the coffee maker and pretended to be drinking from a cup. I ask her if she wanted coffee and she agreed, cream no sugar, "I'm sweet enough" she declared. Of course I agreed with her. She drank her coffee silently, and then said; "I apologize for making you uncomfortable last night rubbing Davids leg". "Oh thats fine" I said, it was time for me to leave any way, which immediately brought to mind the erection growing in David short, and like a dummy I blurted out"From the growing tent in Davids shorts I thought it best I leave" She giggled, said thanks for coffee got up and left, in 5 seconds or less!
A few nights later David appeared at my patio door and yelled at me, about scared the crap out of me not expecting any one to walk up and yell. "Come on in, no one here but me and my misery" I said. So David comes in, sits down and just pops right out with "sorry about the other night, she gets frisky occasionally". Again I said no big deal, and added" I could tell by the growing tent I should waste no time exiting! Oh, you saw my hardon forming did you? Yes, how could I not; I said Well maybe you have stuck around a while and seen the whole thing when it stood up he laughed and smacked the table. "Well, I am afraid that may have caused me to stare or say something totally inappropriate" I said. Oh yea, like what he wanted to know. So i told him, I had often wondered sort of in passing about his cock, sort of as an afterthought I added, "in comparison to mine". David stood up, and I figured this was the beginning of the end of a friendship, the only friend I actually have. Instead he dropped his shorts and just stood there with his cock hanging about a foot from me, about shoulder high. At that point I mentally judged the lean angle and distance of where I would be in height if I just leaned forward and stuck my nose in his hairy pubes. That thought lasted less thwn a second, he ask if I wanted to see it fully erect. I suppoes this was exciting him a little since he was getting bigger with each heartbeat. Against my better judgement, and forgetting all the morals I thought I had, I reached out and wrapped my hand around it, pushed back the foreskin a little and just stared at it for who knows how long. I found myself stroking it, making it harder with each stroke until it was rather rigid. It likely was arounf 7" long and as big around as a small drinking glass. I guess my licking my lips made him step forward because before I knew what I was doing he had it against my lips. They parted slightly just like he was controlling them and in it went! My first cock, and in my mouth within a minute of seeing it for the first time. Oh how wonderful it felt in my mouth, soft, hard, sweet, sour with sweat. I naturally started doing what I like done and almost instantly was rewarded with some salty precum. I knew that was precum from tasting my own, and then he started rocking-ina and out, and I started licking the underside, the slit, the whole head. Then he just stopped, and muttered don't move or I'll cum. So i instinctively licked the underside and pushed as much in my mouth as I could take and he started cumming, and cumming. alll down my throat, by the time I got pulled away enough to get it in my mouth has was finished all but a couple drops. Down in the chair he plopped and started telling me waht a great cocksucker I was. At that point it hit me, what had happened. I advised him never ever call me that again, I don't think it fits what we just done, and to me it is a disgusting moniker. I told him this with enough conviction in my voice he began to apologize,and I stopped him with my next statement. "I thoroughly enjoyed that, and that being my first ever touch of and taste of another man was not what I wish to leave you with so come back later and we'll try again when we aren't in a hurry.
In part II we will explore how this turned into a whole new place in life for me
3 years ago
