It is black in my living room. I can barely see a few feet into the darkness, and the light from my laptop is not helping at all. My cat keeps swatting something on the floor, making a racket, and I keep straining to see what is it. It’s just too dark.
The autumn’s light fades early enough that it is dark when people are still milling about; joggers out for an evening run, or people walking their dogs. I pick up my laptop and head to the porch, settling easily into the comfortable wicker chair. It helps me feel connected to the world.
Across the street, Mike is pulling into his driveway. I guess that he is just getting home from work, though a little later than usual, but when he steps out I see that he is wearing a comfortable white t-shirt and gray workout shorts. He must have hit the gym after work. I wave to him, and he smiles, returning the greeting. I feel a quickening–almost imperceptible. Mike is a great guy.
The laptop screen once again blinds me to the world, and I am so absorbed in my work that I don’t hear Mike until he is almost to my porch. “How was your workout?” I ask, a little startled.
“Hard.” Mike replies. “I am pushing myself a little too much, I think.”
Right away he moves into some exaggerated bodybuiding poses, which makes me roll my eyes. Mike can be an idiot sometimes.
“Sexy!” I said sarcastically. He takes it up a notch and lifts his shirt, putting his belly on display.
“Check out my twelve-pack!” he said, his hands rubbing circles around where his abs would be.
“It’s covered in hair and fat. Definitely a twelve-pack.” I joked. Mike is muscular and strong, but not well defined. Teasing him about his physique just makes him move closer, his belly almost in my face.
“C’mon, you know you want to rub it!” he chuckles.
Without thinking, I reach up to caress the soft hair on his abdomen. For just a moment I am entranced, stroking softly from chest to navel–Mike was right. Just then, my focus breaks and I look up to see him staring at me. “Sorry, man.” I mumble.
“No, it’s ok.” he says quickly. It suddenly gets harder to breathe.
Almost everyone has a moment in their lives where there is a discernable change in direction; an action that a person knows will mean life is different going forward. As Mike stands before me, chatting about the day, or some televison show he binged recently, we try to retreat from that change, but we talk on autopilot, and all I can think about is how his body felt in my hands. For a while I babble on, not noticing until later that he has grown silent. I stop talking, and we stare at each other, neither of us moving a muscle.
“Mike, I uh…” I stammered. “What’s going on, why you looking at me?”
My thoughts race as I struggle to know what he thinks, hours seem to pass as we lock eyes. Then, without a word, me moves close, his body inches from me as he leans back against my porch post. It’s hard to breathe again. I can feel his warmth, can smell his post-workout musk through his clothes, and it is overpowering. I reach up to touch his belly again, this time moving slowly down. He does not stop me. The soft fabric hints at the flesh it conceals, and I know there is no turning back. Without a word, I tug at the waistband, pulling his shorts down enough to expose his stiff cock. I admire it for a moment, its head aiming at me like a pink bullet. Hungrily, I wrap my lips around it, gently sucking him in.
“Oh, shit!” Mike gasps quietly, his hand reaching behind my head to gently guide me as I take him deeply. His hips thrust almost imperceptibly as I work on him, and the idea that he is fucking my face makes me throb. I reach around with both hands, pushing and pulling to make him thrust more. I can taste the salty juice leaking from him, and each time I swallow I moan with satisfaction.
With all my attention focused on his cock, it barely registers that he is talking, and it surprises me when something he says makes it through:
“I’ve been wanting you to do this for a long time!” he said. “I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
I never realized that the way I felt showed so transparently, having never admitted it to myself until just a few minutes ago. It pleases me that he noticed, and now I want to please. I take every inch of him in, feeling every vein, every crevice on his cock pass my lips and over my tongue. I can feel him throbbing in my mouth, knowing that soon he will give me what I need. It doesn’t take too much longer.
Mike begins to breath more quickly, and his thrusting becomes more urgent and intense. I knead his ass, pulling him deeper with each thrust until I can barely keep myself from gagging as I ram his meat down my throat. Suddenly his body stiffens, his cock begins to convulse, and his back arches as I feel hot, salty liquid exploding in my mouth. Each pulse fills me, and I swallow it down with a satisfied gulp. When he is finally spent, I pull his cock slowly from my lips, sucking out every remaining drop. Mike leans silently against the post as I rest my cheek against him, my arms still wrapped aroung his waist.
“Please return your pants to the upright position.” I joke, breaking the post-orgasmic silence. Thankfully, Mike laughs, and plops down into the chair next to me.
We chat for a while, each of us accepting the change, but grateful for the comfortable habits that buffer it. I can still taste him, but the overall experience fades quickly, and I know that soon I will be hungry for him again, and I wonder if he will regret this.
“Listen, I have to meet someone in a bit, so I need to go.” he says suddenly, rising from his chair.
“Ok, sure Mike.” I reply. I do not want him to leave, and I am disappointed. “See you later, yeah?”
Mike turns to leave, then stops. “It won’t take me too long,” he said. “I’ll be back in about an hour. Come by later?”
I smiled. “Sure, I’ll come.”
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