Authors: Sean Wolfe

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I didn't know how she knew these things. She'd never been married, and hadn't been able to even hold onto a boyfriend for more than six months at a time.

“I don't know, Carol. I love him so much, and I think he loves me too.”

“He lied and said he's working late and you know that's not true, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you always smell alcohol on his breath when he comes home, right?”

“Not always, but most of the time.”

“And he's usually too âtired' to have sex when he gets home at one in the morning, right?”

“Not always, but most of the time.”

“He's cheating on you, Jason. Get the fuck out of there. If he wants someone else, let him have the bastard. You can come live with me.”

The thought made me shudder. But her logic had worn me down, and I was determined to make a move.

“Thank you, Carol. You've helped a lot.”

“That's what I'm here for, honey.”

“I'll call you in a couple of days when I know what I'm doing and where I'm staying.”

“You be careful, sweetie.”

“I will.”

I hung up and finished biting the rest of my nails to the quick. Then I got up and went to the bedroom, where I packed three suitcases. When Robert walked into the door a little after one a.m., I was sitting on the sofa with the suitcases next to me.

He stopped halfway through the door.

“Baby, what's going on? You've been crying. What's wrong?”

“I'm going to make this easy on you,” I said, and wiped my eyes and then blew my nose into the same Kleenex. “You're in love with someone else, and I don't want to be one of those spouses who fall to the ground and wrap their arms around their husband's legs and begs him not to leave.”

“What the hell are you talking about, baby?”

“Come on, Robert. I'm not stupid. Every Tuesday and Thursday you come home way past midnight. You told me you were working on a “special project,” but I've called your office and you're not there. In fact you leave at three on those days. You come home smelling of booze and are too tired to have sex half the time.”

“Jason, you're misreading this completely.”

“Oh really? What else could it be? I thought you loved me. How could you do this to me?”

Robert came all the way inside the house and shut the door. “I love you more than anything in this world, Jason.”

“Then who is this whore you're spending so much time with?”

He laughed.

“Don't you dare laugh at this, Robert. Don't demean our relationship like that.”

He walked over to me and tried to put his arm around me, but I shook him off, and blew my nose into a new Kleenex.

“I was hoping we could wait another couple weeks to do this. It's all I really need to be done with it. But I can see how upset you are, so let's do it now.”

I began crying in earnest and removed the ring from my finger and laid it on the coffee table.

“Baby, put your ring back on and don't ever take it off again.”

“But ...”

“Put your ring on and get your jacket. We're going for a little ride.”

“Robert, I'm very vulnerable right now, and very confused.”

“I know, but it'll all be clear in a few minutes. Just trust me and get your coat.”

I did, and walked to the door where he stood.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. Then he leaned in to kiss me. At first I pursed my lips and refused to accept his kiss. But it was impossible. I opened my mouth and sucked eagerly on his tongue.

“I love you,” he said. “Now let's go.”

The ride was intolerable. Neither of us spoke, but the silence was so deafening I thought my head would explode. We finally pulled up to a large house in the middle of a cul de sac in one of the nicer neighborhoods in the city.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“Come on,” Robert said as he opened my door and took my hand. He held it as we headed up the walk and even as he opened the door with the key. Then he picked me up and carried me through the door. The inside was even larger than it looked outside. Three stories with vaulted ceilings, elaborate lighting, and a grand circular staircase to the second floor. It was right out of
Dallas
or
Dynasty
.

“Robert, what's going on? Where are we?”

“We're home. Or at least it will be home in a couple of weeks.”

“What?”

“This is what I've been working on the past couple of months. I'm tired of living in our small apartment. I'm tired of you having to live in our small apartment. I've never been more in love with you than I am right now, and I want us to have a nice home. Our own home. Big enough to have a couple of kids maybe in a couple years. I've been renovating this place for the past couple of months. Pulling up the old carpeting, installing hardwood floors, updating the electrical system. You know ... man stuff.”

“Robert ...”

“This is for you, Jason. Because I love you and I want to live with you forever and I want to raise a family with you and I want you to live in a home deserving of the amazing person and lover you are.”

Tears poured down my face. “I don't know what to say.”

“How about telling me you love me.”

“I love you so much,” I cried as I threw my arms around him and hugged him.

He hugged me back, then lowered me to the floor, where he began undressing me.

“Robert, there's no furniture and the hardwood floor is cold.”

“Shut up and suck my dick,” he said, and winked as he finished undressing me while I sucked his cock to full hardness.

He threw his own clothes carelessly to the floor, then raised my legs into the air as I lay on my back. He licked my ass as only he had ever been able to do, and made me moan with animalistic lust.

“I want you inside me,” I moaned.

Robert pulled his mouth away, and rested the head of his cock against my ass, then slowly pushed it inside. I took a deep breath and relaxed my ass as he slid slowly inside me. When he was all the way inside me, he leaned in and kissed me. My eyes had been closed, enjoying the ecstasy of feeling his cock fill me up. But as he kissed me I tasted something salty, and I looked up into his eyes. Big tears rolled down his cheeks and fell onto my lips as he kissed me.

“I love you so much, Jason,” he said as he pulled his cock almost out of my ass and then slid back in, and another tear fell onto my lips. “I can't imagine my life without you.”

Robert was big and strong and muscular, with a hairy, manly chest and strong jaw that immediately told you he was in charge and that everything would be okay as long as he was around. His strength and control were what made me fall in love with him. I'd never once in eight years seen him cry.

But now as he made love to me slowly and tenderly and passionately, he couldn't stop crying. And I'd never regarded him as stronger or loved him as intensely, as now.

I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him passionately, running my fingers across his strong back and cupping his muscular ass with my hands.

“I love you,” I said awkwardly through the kiss, before breaking it. “And I'm yours forever.”

His breathing grew deeper and heavier.

“Kiss me again,” he said, and I did. He moaned loudly and shoved his cock deep inside me, and just left it there as he sucked on my tongue and kissed me with more emotion than I'd ever known in a kiss. And then he collapsed on top of me.

I took a moment to catch my breath, then rolled him over onto his side, and I rolled onto mine to look at him.

“Did you cum inside me?” I asked.

“I'm sorry,” he said, and tensed up a little. “I didn't mean to. I just couldn't stop before it happened.”

I looked at him for a moment, not knowing what to say. When we first got together we got tested, and were both negative. For the first four years we'd practiced safer sex, but after that we'd abandoned condoms. We were always sure we were both monogamous, and we still got tested every six months throughout our relationship. But we'd never once cum inside one another. I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

“I'm so sorry, babe,” Robert said.

I kept looking at him, and knew without a doubt that he'd never cheated on me and that we were both clean and negative.

“I guess you were serious about starting a family, huh”?

Robert laughed and pulled me into his arms again. It took no time at all to fall asleep spooning one another. About an hour later we awoke because it was so cold. I felt Robert's cock hard and throbbing against my leg again.

“What do you say we go back to the apartment and go to bed?” he said.

“Good idea. I'm freezing and exhausted. I can't wait to fall asleep in our bed.”

“Who said anything about sleeping?” Robert said, and slid his cock up and down the length of my ass crack before he slapped it and we got dressed.

The Neighborly Thing to Do

“
R
oss, I'm not going to call you again,” her voice yelled from downstairs in the kitchen. “Breakfast is getting cold. Get your ass down here now.” I swear she sounded exactly like my mother, and for a moment I felt like I was back in my bedroom in my parents' house when I was in middle school.

I groaned as the sound of my wife's voice caused my cock to soften just slightly, and then I squeezed it harder and pumped my hand up and down the length of it faster to try to keep it hard.

“Shit,” I cried, and tried desperately to stroke it back to life ...

. . . “Ross, did you hear me?” her high-pitched nasal voice cried up the stairs.

. . . and it was useless. My cock shrank back to its fully soft size and my balls shriveled up against the base of my cock.

I sighed, and hit the sheets beside me with my fists, and gritted my teeth. “Yes, dear,” I yelled as cheerfully as I could. I looked down and held my limp cock for a moment, hoping against hope. Nothing happened. “I'm coming.”

My day at work was no better. I couldn't get the fucking dream I'd had earlier that morning out of my head. Where it originally came from, I had no idea. But I'd had it no less than a dozen times over the past three months, and I couldn't help but think it meant something.

In the dream I was blindfolded and lying spread-eagle on my back on a sterile stainless-steel table. There were no ropes or leather straps or handcuffs, or any other restraints, but my arms were spread above my head and my legs were spread wide across the foot of the table, and try as I might, I couldn't move them. I struggled and wriggled against the table, but my feet and hands were held in place by some invisible force. And though nothing physical blocked my mouth and no tape stretched across it, I couldn't speak or make a noise of any kind.

Suddenly I felt a pair of soft, cold hands caress my chest and stomach. I took a deep breath and felt my cock twitch as adrenaline coursed through my body. The touch was light and the hands were soft, so at first I assumed it was a woman running her hands all over my body. But then I felt the unseen stranger's body shift so that it stood over my face at the head of the table, and a couple seconds later I felt the unmistakable weight of a semi-hard cock across my cheek and mouth. I gasped in surprise, and struggled against my invisible restraints as the cock grew thicker and harder against my mouth. Who was this unseen stranger and why was he touching me like this and sliding his hard cock across my lips? I halfheartedly wriggled across the table again, feeling like I should be mortified and feel abused. But my heart raced with excitement and my cock hardened to its full eight inches.

I tried to yell in protest, but instead a low animalistic moan escaped my throat as the unseen stranger tweaked my nipples and slid his hard cock into my mouth. It didn't take long for me to open my throat and swallow him completely, and my own cock began to ache with the force with which it throbbed.

“That's it, baby,” I heard him whisper as his cock slipped past my tonsils and deep into my throat. “Take my big cock, Mr. Frye.” His voice was familiar, and I began to panic as I wondered who he was, and how he knew me.

But then it didn't matter, and I tightened my throat muscles around his hard cock and began to suck it. A moment later I felt his warm wet mouth wrap around my cock and swallow me in one move.

That's all it took for me, and I moaned loudly as I sprayed my load down his throat in wave after wave of ecstasy. He moaned as well, and quickly withdrew his cock from my mouth. A moment later he grabbed the blindfold and ripped it from my eyes. I looked up into the face of my neighbor's kid, Marc, and stared in amazement as he showered his load across my face.

And then, as unexpectedly as it began, it was over.
What the fuck was that all about?
I wondered the first few times it happened. And then I didn't care. In fact, I began to look forward to the dreams.

I don't know where they came from or why I was having them, but I remember the first time I had the dream. It was the day after Marc returned home from his junior year in college for the summer. I saw him out in the driveway washing his car when I got home from work, and couldn't help but notice his strong muscular legs or the washboard abs that tightened as he stretched to reach a spot on the roof. He smiled and waved at me as I walked to my front door, and I remember feeling my cock stir and a smile cross my lips. I didn't give it too much thought, though, until the next morning when I woke with a hard cock and sticky sheets.

But that was three months ago, and now, as I sat at my desk, trying to work, I realized I was hard as a rock again, for the umpteenth time that day.

“Dammit,” I said, and hit the intercom. “Belinda, I'm going out for lunch. I'll be back in an hour or so.”

I got up and walked out of my office and headed down the street. In the opposite direction from all the typical lunch spots I normally frequented.

Four blocks from my office was the Galaxy Theater. It was a gay porno theater that was infamous for the strip and j/o shows that ran every two hours, and for the sleazy anonymous sex its patrons engaged in. I'd never been there, but I knew where and what it was, and I knew without a doubt I was going there.

As I approached the door, I looked around to make sure no one saw me, and then I entered. The darkness in the foyer and the stench that immediately assaulted me was overwhelming. It smelled like sweat and sex and old, burnt popcorn. From behind the glass window I could hear the loud moans and the tacky music that accompanied them.

The smell inside the theater was even ranker, and the music pounded through my head. I looked up at the big screen, and gasped as I watched a giant cock slide in and out of a smooth white ass. I sat down in the closest seat, and tried to catch my breath as I watched for the first time a man getting fucked by another man.

Desire welled inside me as I stared at the screen, and I found it hard to breathe. My cock pounded so hard in my slacks that it hurt. I rubbed it for a moment, but realized very quickly that I would shoot all over my slacks if I continued, so I stopped. A couple minutes later I had to pee, so I stood up and made my way to the restroom.

The smell in the restroom was even worse than out in the theater. It contained the same odor of sex and sweat and old popcorn, but it also tried to cover all of that up with an overpowering scent of pine cleaner. I covered my mouth as I walked quickly to the urinal. But gray duct tape cordoned it off, and a sign said it was not in service. So I walked over and took one of the stalls at the opposite side of the room.

I unzipped my slacks, pulled out my still half-hard cock, and waited for it to soften so I could pee without spraying it all over the stall. Finally I was able to relieve myself. As I shook off the last few drops of piss, I heard a sound.

I looked behind me. To my side I noticed a round hole in the wall of the stall adjoining the one next to me. A second later two fingers appeared in the hole, and beckoned me closer. My heart raced as I looked at the fingers, and my cock hardened again.

“Come closer,” the guy on the other side said. “Lemme suck it.”

I hesitated only a moment, then leaned against the wall and slid my cock through the hole. Even before it was all the way through, the warm mouth wrapped around my cock head and sucked on it. When my dick was entirely inside the hole, he swallowed the rest of my cock in slow sucking movements until it was buried in his throat.

I thought I'd shoot right then. Nothing had ever felt so good. My wife had sucked my dick a few times since we'd married, but it never felt like this. It was only a couple of minutes before I felt I couldn't hold back any longer. “I'm gonna cum,” I moaned loudly, and grasped the top of the metal stall divider.

His mouth was off my cock instantly, and I felt I'd had the breath knocked out of me. “No,” he said. “Not yet.”

“Please,” I begged, and shoved my hips against the wall so that my cock was closer for him to take again.

“It's my turn,” he said, and I felt his hot, hard cock push against mine through the hole.

I stepped back and looked at the cock. It was beautiful. I'd only seen a couple of other guys' dicks before, and never had they been hard ... and begging to be sucked. This cock was at least as long as mine, but quite a bit thicker. Thick blue veins ran the length of the cock and pulsed visibly. A tiny bead of transparent precum peeked out of the hole at the head, then slid down the shaft slowly.

“Suck it, man,” the guy said. “I gotta feel your lips wrapped around my cock.”

I'd never sucked a cock before, and wasn't sure I could do it at all. Especially not one as big and thick as this one. But I wanted it more than anything, so I stuck out my tongue and licked the salty precum from the head of the cock. I moaned loudly as I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked it.

“Yeah, dude, that's it,” they guy said. His voice sounded tinny and far away, as if in a tunnel. Probably because of the loud high-pitched ringing sound I couldn't get out of my head. “Suck my cock, dude. Swallow that big dick.”

And I did. I took my time and swallowed a little bit at a time. But as I took more and more of his big dick in my mouth, I kept thinking that at any moment it would hit the back of my throat and I'd gag and have to stop. To my surprise, when his cock head pressed against the back of my throat, my throat opened wider and allowed his fat cock to slide all the way inside. When his pubic hairs tickled my nose, I thought I'd pass out any minute.

“Fuck, dude, you can really suck a cock,” the guy moaned as he slid his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. “You're gonna make me cum,” he moaned, and I prepared myself to swallow his load ...

. . . “But not like this,” he said, and pulled his cock from my ravenous mouth so fast that it hurt as his cock head slid past my tonsils and out of my throat.

“What?” I asked as I grabbed my own cock and began to beat it. “Come on, man. Lemme have it.”

He pulled his cock back through the hole in the wall, and I felt my heart drop. He couldn't quit now. I was so fucking close.

A couple of seconds later the hole was covered. It took me a second or two to realize that I was staring at his exposed asshole. “Fuck me,” he moaned loudly.

I stared at the marble-smooth ass in front of me. The pink hole puckered and beckoned me to enter it. My breathing quickened, and I could tell he felt my breath on his twitching hole.

“Come on, dude,” he said desperately. “Fuck my ass.”

Before I realized I was doing it, I stood up and pressed my hard cock against the crack of his ass as it peeked through the hole. A big wad of spit left my mouth, and it landed on my cock head, sliding down the shaft. I took a deep breath, placed the head of my cock at the entrance of his hole, and slowly slid forward.

I thought I'd faint as the heat of his ass enveloped my cock and sucked it deeper and deeper inside. It felt like an eternity before I felt my balls resting against the warm smooth skin of his ass.

I'd never experienced anything like this. Sure, sex with my wife was good. But it wasn't great, and more often than not it seemed like an obligation in which I was on automatic pilot. But it didn't even come close to this. Every inch of my skin and every nerve in my body tingled with electric bliss. I didn't want the feeling to ever end, and planned to take this fuck as slowly as possible and enjoy every minute of it.

But my friend on the other side of the wall had other plans. He grunted like an animal as the last of my cock slid inside his ass, and then he began thrusting back and forth on it faster and harder.

The room spun around me as he fucked my cock, and I held my breath and counted to ten to keep from cumming right away. But his ass was relentless, and refused to allow me any rest. It didn't take long before I felt the orgasm building in my balls, and a moment later my cock was on fire as the cum traveled up the length of my shaft.

“Fuck, man,” I moaned as I buried my cock deep inside him. “I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna shoot.”

“Hell, yeah,” he said, and slid his ass off of my cock in a quick motion.

I pulled my dick back inside my side of the stall as I stroked it, and noticed his face was at the hole in the wall now. He stuck his tongue through the hole and then, I saw his eyes looking up at me.

“Mr. Frye?”

I recognized the voice immediately this time, and my heart stopped. But my orgasm didn't. In fact, the sound of his voice made the cum shoot from my shaft like a missile. My knees buckled and I slumped to the floor as the last of my spunk dripped from my cock. Now at eye level with the hole in the wall, I looked through it and into the face of my new buddy.

“Marc,” I gasped, as I watched what seemed like a gallon of my spooge drip down his eyes and nose and cheeks, and onto his T-shirt below.

He licked a tongue full of it off of his lips and smiled at me. “That was fuckin' hot, dude.”

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