It had been months since I last found a decent guy to have a JO session with. But so far this guy had done everything right. He had messaged me on the last day of a week-long business trip and was chill about me needing a couple of days to get back home and unwind. He seemed to have done this before. He didn’t ask me “ASL?? pixx??” and he spoke in complete sentences. There were no red flags at all until we were finalizing the time and place and he said, “The front door will be open. Just come on in.”
Hmmmmmm….
Of course I was horny enough that I went anyway, but I decided that I was going to bail at the first twinge of discomfort, even if that meant driving right by his house without stopping.
His place was about 20 miles from mine, out toward the suburbs but not quite in them. It was a quiet, sunny Sunday so it didn’t take me long to get out there. The street was broad, with cute houses and well-manicured lawns on both sides. His house was a probably 1970s split-level, with big plate windows in both the front and back of the midsection — I could see straight through the house. It looked clean and not-at-all murdery, so I got out of my car.
I was wearing a gray tee and blue running shorts with nothing on underneath. I had a travel bottle of silicone lube in the pocket, but no condoms because he had been really clear that this was just a stroke session — and I was happy with that being the expectation.
Walking up the sidewalk, I could see what he meant by the front door being open. There was a glass storm door, and the actual front door was wide open behind it. That eased my mind a little more, since there was basically nowhere for any unpleasant surprises to come from at this point. I walked up to the door and looked in. I was at the living room and could see straight into the kitchen because of the open floorplan. Everything was tidy, and no one was in sight. There were lots of pictures of people over the couch. It all looked perfectly normal, so I turned the handle and opened the door, stepping halfway inside.
“Hello?” …no answer. A quick gut-check determined that I was too horny to walk away now. I stepped all the way in, letting the door close behind me. Now that I was inside, I could see into the den, and into the area past the kitchen where I saw my host.
He was stretched out on a chaise, nude, eyes closed, wearing nothing but a metal cockring. He was erect, and had clearly lubed himself up a bit. His cock was average length but thick, like mine. Unlike mine, it was curved gently upward. I liked it.
I walked over and introduced myself. He opened his eyes, sat up, said hello, and held out his hand, as if we were meeting in an office instead of in his house, where he’d been silently waiting for me to arrive. I shook hands, and thought this might be the part where we talk a little bit about what we’re into and what we’d like to do. I mean, in my experience that’s what usually happens. But what actually happened is that he leaned back and closed his eyes again.
So I stripped, sat on the other chair, reached into the comically large tub of coconut oil from costco that was on the side table between us, and started jacking myself while looking at his cock. I love lube, so I was rock hard after a couple of strokes even though the situation was still — let’s be honest — really weird.
After a minute or so he muttered: “Do you give massages?”
I thought very briefly about playing along and going through the rigmarole, but in truth I wasn’t in the mood for that, and shit was weird enough that I didn’t see any reason to go through all that mess. I said that I was no masseur, but that I’d really like to stroke his cock. He said, “Cool,” and closed his eyes again.
I got more lube for my cock with one hand, fresh lube for his cock in my other hand, and started stroking us both. He was already hard, but under my touch he got even harder, and I liked that a lot. I decided to just enjoy myself and play with his cock however I wanted. I switched up my grip. I stroked lightly then more firmly. I jacked him in swirls, and stroked his frenulum. He had a nice cock, and I was really enjoying it.
He started taking shorter breaths, so I slowed down and switched to long, slow strokes. I wanted to edge him a little, but I also wanted to see him cum because I was pretty sure that would send me over the edge. I didn’t think I’d have to wait long.
But as he started gasping, he sat up. I let go of him, and he pivoted toward me, pushing gently on my chest. I laid back a bit, letting go of my own cock. He took a page out of my book, lubing himself up even more while also scooping up some coconut oil and applying it to my cock.
He started stroking me and I relaxed, watching him stroke himself while he stroked me. Now that I was the one being pleasured, all I wanted was to cum all over his hand and then watch him cum as a result. I started taking shorter breaths, and he sped up rather than slowing down. If he just wanted to milk my cock as quickly as possible, I was okay with that. I leaned back a little more and tried to even out my breathing, holding back a little while still letting the sensations build toward orgasm. It would only be a few more seconds…
And then he sat back. I watched, silent and throbbing, to see where we were gonna go next.
For a second I was worried that he might try to go down on me. That would be a no-go because the one fast rule that my wife and i have about playing with other people is no unbarriered penetration or oral. But instead, he leaned back on his chaise, then rolled over and took a decently impressive butt plug out of his ass. He turned his face away from me and pulled one leg up a bit.
Oh. He wanted me to fuck him. I mean, I was game. He had a nice ass. Things up to this moment had been super hot. And my cock was certainly ready. I thought about how nice it would feel to slide into him, feeling him loosen up as I slid in past the muscles of his asshole. I thought about how hot it would be to dump my load in him, and then ride his thick, hard cock until he came in my ass.
I thought about it, but I couldn’t. We hadn’t talked about this, and the sudden escalation — while hot in the abstract — was just enough when added to the previous weirdness to make me hesitate. And on a more practical note, we were both absolutely slathered in coconut oil. I hadn’t brought my usual poly condoms, since I felt it had been clear that this would be a stroke session. There were two condoms on the side table, but they were latex. It was a double no-go for me.
I leaned back and resumed stroking myself, this time looking at his ass.
After a few more minutes, to my immense surprise, he wordlessly got up and left.
Now, this is where I need to fill you in on a critical detail. Remember that I said he was in “the area past the kitchen”? That was true, but what I didn’t say was that the area in question was the back yard. Everything I just told you happened outside, in the sunshine, in a very neatly manicured yard surrounded by a high privacy fence. And my host had just silently gone back into his house.
I was alone, naked, confused, erect, and glistening in the sunlight. In a stranger’s yard. In the suburbs. Surrounded by houses whose second floor windows I could see now that I was paying attention.
I was suddenly very not horny, and very weirded out. I quit jacking off. I tried to be casual about picking up my clothes, wiping the enormous excess of coconut oil onto my legs, and getting dressed.
I found him inside, in the kitchen, still nude, sipping from a glass of water and stroking his cock while looking at his phone. I absolutely did not know what to do in this situation, so I asked if I should leave. He said no, and asked why I had gotten dressed. I said that he had gotten up and left me in the backyard, without saying where he was going or why. He absentmindedly said “Oh”, and followed up a second later by saying that he had gotten thirsty, and must have forgotten to say anything.
I said it had been fun, and that I’d see him later. I drove back home.
My apologies for the figurative anticlimax, but that only seems fair since I got a literal one.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dboxa9/mm_it_was_a_great_session_until