Want to grab a beer? I’ve got tickets to the Patriots this weekend.įrom there it wasn’t too far to, Hey, let’s video chat some time, I want to pick your brain about something. Andy received it all with good grace and casual gratitude, until Douglas started pushing a little more. You get that article I sent ya? Nice shirt btw. He gained the man’s trust, and then started, as usual, to push the boundaries. He established a rapport, found out the guy’s interests, sent a few links between meetings to articles about the NFL or some such nonsense.
He started with discreet, friendly messages on the sidebar of their screen.
No way was Douglas going to leave that opportunity unexplored. Talk about handsome! And clearly built, and a nice enough guy. They’d met on a Zoom meeting, of all places, Douglas consulting with a business where Andy served as some middling manager, and he couldn’t get the guy out of his head. How many kids did he have? Three? Four? Something like that. Andrew John Moore, son, husband, father, hard worker, and football lover, comfortably married for 12 years and the possessor of a home modestly mortgaged. Baby Butt–only Douglas called him that, of course, and only here, in their hideaway–had started out as Andy. “Hey, there, Baby Butt.” He reached under the covers and rubbed the head of the man now latching onto his dick, the dick that had just pierced that man’s smooth butt and filled ‘er up.ĭouglas smiled, spread his legs, settled more comfortable onto his back, put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes. He hadn’t drifted into a deep sleep–it was only afternoon–so he remembered quickly where he was and who was anointing his balls with spit. There was no intimacy like it–how could they not be sure?īutterfly kisses on his testicles forced Douglas awake. They could trust each other, even out there, in the forest, on a chill, gray morning near the sea. In any event, it happened again that day. Some might say it should never have happened. Some would say it hadn’t been long enough. They never fucked any other man, truth be told, only women, except for each other. They hadn’t fucked for years, since Jeff graduated from college and moved out. His nipple hardened, and his legs spread a bit more. Each other’s bodies.” He pressed his hand to Nick’s heart, and then massaged his pec. Each other’s problems, each other’s ways. “It’s our marriages that make this arrangement so perfect,” Jeff proposed. They both swore they could hear the other’s heart beat. “That’s truly, literally, ‘yanking my chain,’” Jeff added. “You can’t question this and keep fondling my dick, man.” “Yeah.” Nick’s voice was soft and a bit unsure, with the same raspy undertones as their father. Nick reached out a few of his long, lanky fingers–all of their genes were long and lanky, even for their balls–and lightly traced the contour of Jeff’s penis head.
They both shivered a bit in the chill morning air, but already their cocks were lengthening.