A long time ago my wife and I bought a new house, we had had a good year financially and had sized up quite nicely. Like newly weds again we had rapidly christened every room including the shed and garage. The only place she deemed out of bounds was the loft, it was roomy and easy to get in and out of but she stood her ground and so it was to me my space only up there. I figured I understood why when I got up there and realised that she ay have see it in advance. It was incredibly dusty and full of loads of crap still from the previous owners. After we had settled in it became my task to sort out my loft and after a couple of hours of clearing stuff out it was start to take shape and I felt like I hit the jack pot when I uncovered a futon neatly hidden under a sheet with a small collection of dirty magazines. It was a nice assortment of taste in the mags and it was not long before I was sat on the low futon rubbing my hard on in my shorts. The following Friday I was down the pub telling Dean about the loft and what hard work t was turning out to be, but that I nearly had it sorted. When I mentioned the little stash I found his ears perked up a bit and he laughed saying if I ever needed any help then I knew where he was. I took him up on it instantly and we arranged for him to come around the next morning. That morning I made bacon butties for Dean’s arrival and we sat and small talked with my wife. She was her usual flirty self and Dean was loving it as usual, though he seemed a little restless. He explained it was his morning off, but that his wife would no want him out too long so we better get a move on. We went up the ladder to the loft and I gave him a pointing tour of what I wanted clearing today. He frowned at me asking where the futon was and then spotted the rasied sheet in the corner. “You covered it back up,” he asked. “Yeah, I am not sure why,” I answered him. “I know why,” he offered, “I would love to have a little hideaway to get my own shit on!” I laughed with him, but picked up the genuine tone in his voice. I carried on moving a box and he headed on over to the sheet. “Grab this end,” I called to him and he turned back to help me lift what was half of an old wood wardrobe. It was remarkably heavy and I was thinking that the loft may well have been built around it! We got it over to the hatch, and put it down to rest. My wife called up that she was heading out then and I told Dean I would be right back. A few minutes later I returned up the ladder and noted that the wardrobe totally blocked the view into the loft. “Dean,” I called as I moved round and he moved in a fluster, he was sat on the futon quickly putting a magazine down. “See anything you like?” I joked with him and as I got into the loft fully I saw that he must have done, the mags were fanned out and I could see the one he had been looking at, off angle on top of them. It was one I had liked as well and I grinned at the prospect; it was a cross dressers publication, I had liked it most because it was running a feature on butch men in girlie clothes. Dean had frozen a bit, but I wanted to test the water. “Please carry on, if you like?” “Sorry, mate,” he said and I assured him it was cool. “Let me show how cool,” I told him and I moved to him, knelt down and picked up the mag. I recalled the page number and opened it to show him a full picture of a big broad guy in a basque and stockings, what small knickers he was wearing were no good as his hard cock poked proudly out of them. The guy’s build reminded me of Dean and I wondered if her would make that connection. My cock swelled in my shorts as I remembered wanking off to that very picture the night before, wishing that this big guy was there with me at the time. “Carry on reading it,” I chuckled, “or at least looking at the pictures!” I slumped into the cushion next to him and picked up another mag. I was flicking through pictures of shaven busty girls, trying to avoid eye contact with Dean so as to not increase his already heightened nerves. “Is it me or is it hot up here?” I asked and I pulled of my tee shirt. I played my hand gently over my upper body smiling inside at Dean’s continued body freeze. “Yes, it really is,” I said looking at him now and giving him a big smile, “I suppose it’s okay to take these off too?” I did not wait for an answer and pushed down my shorts. My shorts and boxers had not done a good job of hiding my arousal so far, but I was still proud that I had height to spring up once my cock was free. And naked in my loft I felt hard as a rock in anticipation of what would happen next. As it turns out, nothing did. I twitched my hard and knew that Dean would be watching it, but aside from that he did not even move. “God I am horny,” I whispered and I looked up and down his big body. I touched his tee shirt and he gasped. I trailed my hand lower and his body moved slightly to present itself to me a little easier. I was not kidding when I told him I was horny and I figured that things were far enough down the line to get away wit a little more. I moved my hand to the bump in his shorts. I moved to the floor in front of him, only a few inches lower than he was of course and crouched between his legs. He was still silent, but he lifted his bum to let me slide off his jeans. I got them stuck at his ankles and looked up to get his boxers. I big bulge welcome my gaze and he lifted again to let me remove them. This time however I only got his boxers to his knees before I got distracted. Hi cock sprang up into full view and from my angle it looked magnificent. I could not delay getting it in my mouth. I slipped my lips around him and moved straight down around his shaft. He was about 7 inches and pretty thick, I could just get him all in with out cause for concern. It was hot in that loft and I could sense the heat from his body as I got my face nearer and further to it in turn. I could hear him moaning above me and finally he seemed to relax, his hands were all over my head, moving me up and down and then to my delight I felt his hips move too, he was fucking my mouth gently. I looked up, but could not see his face as his back was arched up. I felt so excited I reached down and wanked my own cock too, moving onto all fours to better keep my balance. With my bum in the air I yearned for more attention as I often do when I in this mood. I pulled off his cock for a moment, “How you doing, Dean?” I asked. “Good,” he replied, breathlessly “Is this your first time?” I asked and he sta up slightly showing me his red sweaty face. “First time in a long time!” he answered and I wondered if he meant in general (I knew his wife was not the putting out sort) or if he meant with a guy. My question was partly answered when he turned on the futon seat and offered me to get on top of him. 69 is not always my favourite position as I love to focus on giving head, but I wanted to see what Dean would do. I move up and straddled his head, I was so glad I was freshly trimmed. An inch or so above him he took my cock in hand and pulled back my foreskin and pointed the tip to his lips. He closed them over my fat helmet and then lock them on my slim shaft. I lowered in and he flinched as I got a couple of inches in, fighting back his gag. I let him control the depth after that, which was not for long as he moved me down to suck him once more. I leant my body across his and took him in once again. Now I sucked him as I felt hands grab my bum cheeks and I got the nice surprise please of him licking at my arsecrack and then lightly on my hole. I could hear him moan and feel it in his chest as well. My cock nudged and pushed on his chin and neck as he explored my rear end. I was gasping now as I did my best to focus on his member, but I could feel my orgasm rising. I jumped in surprise as Dean suddenly leapt up from under me. “Oh god, oh god,” he repeated as he fumbled a grip on his cock and then let go, standing still, breathing gently not touching it. I was waiting for the final cry and to see his come fly, but his calming technique seemed to bring him back together. He stood before me and opened his eyes looking right at me. I wanked slowly and he smiled his approval. “Go on Harry,” he whispered, “spunk for me.” I lay back and got ready to do as I was told, pumping my hard on with my fist. He moved quickly again and straddled my thighs, pinning my cock under his own. He rode me like that and I watched my tip appear and disappear under his heavy looking balls. I lay taking in how he was riding me like that and finally my orgasm hit me. Dean moved swiftly up and wanked my cock and then I groaned long and hard as my come flew from me. I watched through wincing eyes as Dean tugged, lowering himself a little to let my jizz paint his shaft and balls. No sooner had my breathing hit a regular rhythm again he was on the move once more and this time he moved to my mouth, his cock throbbing and glistening with my jizz. He felt thicker between my lips and I could taste my come on him. He sid easily in and as soon as it touched the back of my throat, he busked and moaned, tensing up I felt his hot squirts fire into my mouth. I savoured his taste for a while before I swallowed him down and I realised then that it was still coming! He pulled out after two more shots and I ran my tongue around my mouth. I swallowed that load down too as he slumped in the seat the next to me. We were both sweaty and glowing red and I knew that this would be far from the last visit that Dean would have to my loft.