Written by Markey67

Fact
8 Jun 2009


A longish but true story.

I’m a married bi bloke, predominately straight but who occasionally enjoys cock.

I work away on a regular basis and this site offers the perfect place to meet others with similar interests. My golden rule has always been I only see other men well away from home, as my wife would have hysterics if she found out. Well it was the rule I followed until last weekend and an encounter in town.

It started two weeks ago, I enjoy food shopping and stopped at the little deli nearby after doing the main supermarket shop. There were only two other customers, an elderly couple and the owner a bloke called Ian was telling them about being locked out of his home after his key broke in the lock until one of his neighbours popped over with some “lube” and helped him out. It was the use of the word lube that attracted my attention. Maybe just me but it seemed an odd word to use in this circumstance as I only think of it being used in a sexual sense. Was he just having a laugh at the elderly customers, seeing if they had any idea of how the conversation could be misconstrued?.

I replayed that conversation in my head all week, although I had never thought about him before it was clear Ian was gay and a good looking bloke. He’s slightly younger than me, in good shape with male pattern baldness which has been cut to a No.2. Someone definitely worth having.

So I was back at the deli the next week, no idea what I was going to do, but when he served me I mentioned in passing if his neighbour had been back with the lube?. It was immediately clear from his look; that he knew that I knew what he had been on about. He replied that the neighbour would haven’t a clue what to do with it but he was guessing I would?. He smiled, looked directly into my eyes and although it was probably only a few seconds then said would I like to pop in the back with him?. Well it was now or never.

He quickly locked the door and we moved into his cramped little store room.. I really wasn’t sure now where this was heading but Ian quickly took the lead. I t was that really hot weekend so I only had a shorts sleeved shirt, light chinos and deck shoes on. He tugged the shirt free with the chinos started unbuttoning my shirt and pinched my nipples. I was already hard by this stage and knew I wouldn’t last long.

We quickly undressed and got into a 69. Although I like the intimacy of this it rarely works for me as my partner’s tongue is usually working on the wrong part of my cock. This wasn’t a problem on this occasion as Ian clearly knew what he was doing and it wasn’t long before I ejaculated into his mouth. As I came I could hear someone only a few feet away trying the door. I prayed the door was locked and thought to myself this is fucking madness but at the same time it felt so good.

Sadly my cock sucking skills were not up to Ian’s standard. I have a very sensitive gag reflex and felt I was going to choke as he thrust his short but fat cut cock into my less experienced mouth. We gave up on that. He flipped over and frigged himself against my chest before cumming over my shoulder and neck. Then he slowly rubbed his cum into my skin. The memory of the smell of our sex with the smell of the food around us is making me hard as I type.

We quickly dressed and he said he would make sure that he would have lube and condoms handy for my next visit. I have yet to go back, common sense tells me I should steer well clear as I am heading for serious trouble. The problem is my cock. I really do want to fuck him.