Moving to this sleepy town was going to be a struggle, or not?
It had been two months since moving to this sleepy town of 6,000 in the late 1990s and early 2000s. The store that I was now managing had a troubled past of retaining managers, even though it was one of the most profitable in the corporation. After living here for a few months, I understood why no one wanted to live here. The town was small, boring, restaurants were not that great and winters were brutal. The store's customers came from other small towns surrounding ours. For me, the biggest obstacle was the lack of casuual hookups that I had been use to in the city. Being gay it was even harder, since anyone who might be gay would not want their sexual preference known in this small town, where word of your preference would spread like wild fire. The corporate office really sweeten the deal for me to move here. They gave me a sixty percent raise and year end bonuses for sales performance, employee satisfaction, and waste management (shop lifting, product returns and damage). The catch was to commit to a three year contract. I was starting to regret that commitment. I decided that tapes, since internet porn had not really taken hold as of yet, and my right hand would be my best friends for the next three years. The neighborhood where my rental was located was nice and had that homey feel. My next door neighbors were pleasant, a young couple, around my age, with year old twins. The husband was great looking and kepted himself in perfect shape. He had great thighs from running and he did not have an abundance of body hair, but just the right amount in the right places. He had a great head of hair, black and wavy, just hitting his shoulders. His name was Dante, of Italian background. I would see him out running and was sure he lifted weights. Myself, I ran and recently joined a gym to keep my boredom to a minimum. His profession was a UPS driver and his wife was a stay at home mom. Dante seem to appreciate that I had moved here, giving him a male friend to talk to and we had at least a few things in common - our age, running, keeping in shape. The other neighbors were older, empty nesters, some of the couples now grandparents, so really no common ground. His wife had made a few friends, the common denominater being young mothers themselves, yoga and meeting up for lunch every so often, giving her a respite from the twins.
Deciding that porn tapes would be my sexual release, I went to the only two video stores located in town. Casually looking around, I discovered that neither of them had an adult section. I even looked in gas stations, as sometimes they had porn videos under the counters, but was reluctant to ask the clerks, especially if they were females as I did not want to give them a reason to start any rumors about the new manager in town. One day by chance me and Dante ended our run at the same time. I was sitting on my steps drinking some water and Dante came over. I offered him some water, which he gladly accepted, which I gladly went and got for him. Handing him the bottle, he opened it and took a gulp, afterwards running his hand through his hair to get it out of his face. I watched him do these movements about three times, each time noticing the sweat on his chest and on his thick, matted down black hair located in his pits, catching a blended scent of musk and what smelled like Old Spice deodorant. With each movement, my cock twitched and I was sure I probably was leaking. We sat, talking casually, about work, the twins, nothing serious. I decided to ask Dante where I could rent or even buy some porn tapes. Hoping I had not offended, I was relieved when he laughed and said "good luck". He told me one of the video stores had tried to have an adult section and it was overturned by the city council. Ever since then, no one had dared try, did not want the embarrassment that would come with it. He told me he had watched very little porn since his marriage, as his wife forbade it. He missed it, but didn't want the hassle with his wife. Told me the best thing would be through the mail. He told me he delivered a lot of unmarked packages to guys, suspecting they were porn videos, or magazines. That's what I decided to do. I had received a few porn catalogs, in unmarked packaging since my address change. That night I looked over the catalogs and bought quite a bit that was on sale and discounts if you purchased more, rather than less. The next day I mailed my order, excited to get the tapes, and waited impatiently. About two weeks later, I came home after work and found a note on my front door from Dante saying he had a package for me that was delivered through UPS. He said to just come over, he'd be up watching TV. He told me to enter through the back door which led to the basement, no need to knock so as not to disturb his wife and kids who would be sleeping. I went over, peered through the bushes and saw him in the basement watching TV. I did as he told me, entering through the back door and down to the basement, surprising him, as he did not hear me come in. Dante said he had put my package in the shed and would go get it. He came back and gave it to me smiling, asking if the package was what he thought it was. I smiled and told him it was porn. He asked if he could see what I ordered. I froze, wondering what he would think if he saw the gay materials. I had ordered a few straight tapes of multiple guys gangbanging one woman and creampieing inside her and some of a rape fantasy between several straight men and one woman taking her by force. But the majority were gay in nature, guys blowing, fucking and breeding. He must have seen the reluctance on my face and he told me "no judgment, sex is personal and what we like in sex is what we like". I ask him for a knife to open it and procedded to open the package. To my surprise, he studied every single tape, whether straight or gay. He asked if these tapes were what I liked and I told him of course, especially straight guys getting blown by another guy. He shook his head, smiled and said cool. I asked him what got him off and he said while he was in college, he belonged to a frat house and once a month they had "slut night" where the guys would take turns fucking one girl who was on the pill, so they could fuck without a condom and could cum in her if they chose or shoot on her face. They would also have another girl giving blowjobs to guys who just wanted to watch without fucking. He said sometimes he would join the gangbang, other times he would just get blown. Dante said he missed getting blown since his marriage, as his wife didn't like the taste of his cum, so they just fucked. He said sometimes he wished there was someone in town that had a gloryhole, just for a release when his wife wasn't in the mood, which he said was quite a bit lately. I was surprise he was so open with me. Answering what turned him on, he said videos of creampie gangbangs or guys getting a blowjob, reminded him of college. He also told me they had a guy in the frat house, Sean, that would take care of their pent up energy, aka a blowjob. That surprised me and I asked him if he ever got serviced by Sean and he said a few times. I said "lucky guy, would have loved to have his job". Dante just laughed. I returned home and watch a video, thinking of what Dante just told me and jacked a load off before going to bed. In the preceeding months I placed new orders, making sure I got Dante a few creampie gangbang videos and blowjob videos, just in case he ever had a chance to watch them. That chance came the next summer....
Dante's mother in law wanted her daughter to come and visit with the twins for the month of August. His wife gladly accepted and Dante was excited to have some time to himself. The night before his wife's trip, Dante came over and asked if he could borrow some porn to watch while his wife was away. He said to come over after I got done with work the next with the videos, I told him I would see him then. The next morning getting ready for work, I placed Dante's videos in a bag to give him that evening.
That evening I got home around 9 and went over to Dante's to give him the videos. I peered in the basement window and saw him watching TV again, so just entered through the back door, to the basement where I gave him the videos. He was excited and thanked me for doing this for him. Went back home, feeling tired and just wanted to go to bed. I got ready and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Now dark outside, I looked over across the lawn and saw a light flickering, coming from Dante's basement. Adrenaline raced through my system and I wondered if Dante was watching the porn I just left him. I stood there a minute, my mind racing, trying to decide if I should sneak over and have a look in his window. I was just in my boxers at that point and contemplated if I should get more clothes on if I decided to go over and spy. It was now after midnight, the neighborhood was rolled up, cops never cruised this part of town, it was a warm beautiful night, so I wouldn't get chilly if I just went over in my boxers. Going back and forth in my mind whether this was a good or bad idea, my devil won against my angel and I decided to go for it. I went out my back door, closing it quietly. The neighborhood was well established with mature trees, and hedges so each house had an abundance of privacy. I crossed the lawns and being there was no fence between the two houses, was on Dante's property in a few seconds. The light was still flickering, and I crotched in the bushes and looked inside, I froze, sure enough, there was Dante naked, lying on the sofa, stroking, watching the porn. I already knew what his body was like, but his penis was impressive, large and girthy, perhaps uncut? Looked like a lot of skin each time he stroked up, glistening with what I presumed was lube, precum or spit. He had a towel on the floor, I assumed to clean up afterwards. I watched for about 30 minutes, my boxers getting precum on them from me leaking with excitement watching Dante masturbate. I was about to go when I saw Dante throwing his head back, his body shaking as he shot his load on his sweaty chest and stomach. He shot an impressive amount, around 6-7 ropes, and laid there, I assumed satisfied and happy to be able to watch porn without worrying about his wife. I went back home, crawling into bed, fantasizing how I could initiate a situation where I could blow Dante, while jacking off a load before falling asleep.
For the next week, Dante would wait for new videos I would bring to him after work, giving me the videos I had given him the day before . I happily obliged his requests, thankful I had gotten quite a few tapes that I knew he liked per our conversations. I would sneak over about an hour later and watch him masturbate to the videos. The third day of our routine, I got off work a few hours earlier. I got home, put shorts on, no shirt though as it was humid out and I was starting to sweat. Grabbed the videos to take over to Dante and headed to his house. I peered in his basement window and froze. Dante obviously thought I'd be coming over at the same time as he was watching porn, stroking one out. I didn't know what to do. Should I wait and come back at the regular time to avoid embarrassing him? Should I enter the back door and go down to the basement, acting surprised when I walk in on him? I went back and forth for a few minutes, then decided to go to the basement. I quietly opened the back door so not to be heard, where I faintly heard the porn playing, with the moans and groans in the background. I quietly went down the stairs and turned the corner to the basement room, pretending not knowing he was jacking off. I entered the room, saying "hey buddy" acting innocent. Upon hearing my voice, Dante flew off the couch trying to hide his nakedness with his small cum towel. I pretended to be surprised, embarrassed, started saying I was sorry and that I was just bringing the videos over and I'd leave. Dante, still visibly embarrassed, said no biggie and to just give him a minute, where he went upstairs and came back with gray sweatpants on, no shirt. Red faced, he laughed and said this would just be between us. I apologized again and told him I jack off almost nightly, so really no biggie. He had his hands on his crotch pushing on his hardon that wouldn't go down. Finally he just stopped trying since it looked like he was playing with himself in front of me. He let it go and it tented his sweatpants, showing a small wet spot. The video was still going and I jokingly said by the look of things it must be a good one. He laughed and said that it was. There was a moment of awkwardness, then I said I'd be going so he could back to what he was doing, laughing lightly, trying to lighten up the heaviness in the air, apologizing again and told him if I could get him any special videos or anything to make up for this intrusion to let me know. I turned around to go home, when I heard Dante say "Wait". Dante hesitated, my expression and eyes questioning what was going on. He finally started to speak. "Remember when you said Sean was a lucky guy and you would have loved to have his job? My heart started racing, hoping his questions were going where I thought they might be. I replied that blowing guys, especially straight guys was my favorite thing. Again that awkward silence, Dante hesitated again, this time longer. Dante was silent looking at the porn playing on his television, me looking at the wet spot on his sweatpants that was getting larger. "Just between you and me, no one will ever know?" I replied yes, not really sure what I was saying yes to. Hesitating again, he slowly pulled his sweatpants down, releasing his cock from its restraint, precum flinging in the air as his cock jerked upward. I smiled, nodding yes. Dante walked to the couch, totally naked now, adjusted the large bath towel he had placed on the couch for lube and cum stains, sat down and put a pillow on the floor between his feet, giving me a cushion to kneel between his thighs as he spread his legs wide apart. He put his hands over the back of the couch, exposing his sexy pits and asked if I could take my time, as he really wanted to enjoy this. I told him no problem, that it would be my pleasure. With that I took off my shorts, knelt down on the pillow and my mouth went to work.
I started to gently lick his shaft, being careful not to lick the head of his cock just yet. He let out a sigh, adjusting his position, opening his legs a little further. Did this for a few minutes and he started to leak a lot, his precum traveling down his shaft. I pushed his cock, which was pulsating from the blood that was making him rock hard and oozing precum, to his stomach, as I flick one of his balls into my mouth. I was surprised that he shaved them. Before I could ask, he stated he liked them clean shaven and it felt better. Better for me also. I always liked blowing straight guys, but usually got a few hairs either in my mouth or stuck between teeth because they never shaved, resulting in massive bushes and balls covered in hair. His shaving would lower the chances of that happening. I went down further to his perineum and he jumped as my tongue gave that area a tongue bath before coming back up to his scrotum. At this point, his precum had traveled to his pubes and was starting to collect there. Obviously Dante was enjoying my mouth and his moans and sighs were another indicator of the pleasure I was giving him. Not being able to hold back any longer, my mouth engulfed his entire shaft, guessing somewhere between 7-8 uncut inches. His foreskin had retracted and was not loose anywhere. His shaft went down into my throat with ease. Had been months since I deepthroated any guy, but it was just like walking for me. I looked up and saw the surprised look on Dante's face, my nose in his trimmed pubes. This made my job that much more pleasurable for me. I would go all the way to his base, then back up to the head of his penis. He was now super hard, and I was guessing his total max length of probably 9-10 inches was visiting the mid part of my esophagus. His precum coating the way for his penis shaft to make a smooth ride each time my nostrils would feel his pubes, smelling his scent. I paid attention to his breathing, his facial expressions, the jerks of his body when electric bolts went through his body, his legs starting to tremble. Noticing these signs, I would back off and let him gain back some control of his body before slowly starting my servicing of his cock again. By this time, Dante's body was glistening with sweat, his hair on the top of his head dripping, his pit hairs clustered together with sweat. His shaft, pubes, balls a mixture of sweat, precum and saliva from my mouth, making a very slippery lube to blow him. Finally after about an hour and about 5 starts and stops, I decided it was time for his reward, a mind bending orgasm and my reward, his Italian latte in my stomach. I grabbed his lube on the couch, squirted some into my hand and onto his shaft and balls. I wanted to make sure there was no dryness, no friction, just ultra smooth glide for my hand, for my throat and for his huge cock. I told him to resist cumming as long as he could and I would work as hard as I could to make him cum. Breathing heavy and smiling he nodded in agreement. My first swallow to his base was effortless. My throat was greased with lube, spit and precum, providing for an easy glide down my throat and the start of my esophagus, the passageway to my stomach, where soon he would be shooting his load, feeding my stomach with his baby making batter. I feel into a rhythm of swallowing his entire shaft, down to the base of his penis, his pubes brushing my nose with each swallow. My right hand corkscrewing his shaft when my mouth was not engaged. This combo proved to be very effective in getting Dante close to the edge. I was watching Dante's reactions while deepthroating him. He was quiet for the most part, watching my techniques, eyes wide. I started getting more aggressive, wanting him to cum. His stomach muscles would tense up, head twitching, moving to one side, then the other, bopping back to the couch, then back to the front. His fingers grabbed the bath towel, knuckles going white, then slapping the couch, tensing his whole body, his toes curling. His facial expressions were telling. Telling me that he was trying his hardest not to cum. His mouth would open, then he would bite his lower lip, eyes getting wider than before. His body started trembling, his legs started to shake, I knew he was so close. I smiled, knowing soon he would be shooting his load. I reached for the Iube while still deepthroating him. Squirting some again in my hand, I applied it to his donkey dick. The glide once again became ultra smooth, increasing his sensations to push him over the edge. I could see the difference in Dante's face that he was indeed feeling the increased amazing sensations. Going up and down his full length with both my mouth and my hand corkscrewing in conjunction, he was about to lose the challenge of not cumming. His body and legs started shaking uncontrollably, his hand pushing on the couch, his breathing labored. I felt the first rope of cum, more like a small stream, the second rope, a little more forceful. Then his dam broke and with his third ejaculate it became very forceful and large. He continued to shoot about five more ropes down my stomach that were just as large, me feeling the pulsing of his cock everytime I came back down to his base. Finally, just keeping my mouth to his base, his length going down my throat, I kept that position until I could no longer feel him pulsing, emitting all of his cum out of himself. I came back up, his cock wet with spit and his fluids. Dante was spent, a smile on his face, his whole body and mine glistening with sweat. He thanked me, I smiled, thanked him. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad move after all.