My Corner

As we passed each other, I reached out to touch his arm.  We each turned around to face the other in the middle of the sidewalk with people walking around us like we were an island in a creek (Admit it.  You thought I was going to say “stream,” didn’t you?).  “I’m sorry.  I just had to stop you.”

Even though I couldn’t see his eyes through his sunglasses, I expression on the rest of this face looked like he was studying me to try and figure out what was going on here.  “Uh, do we know each other?”

“No.  We don’t.”

“Then I’m afraid I’m really confused.”

Here went nothing.  “I’m sorry.  It’s just that…  I’ve forgotten my address.  Can I go home with you?”  Just hearing those words come out of my own mouth was so embarrassing, I had to turn my head to the side and I’m sure I was blushing uncontrollably.

When I heard him laugh, I turned to face him again.  He reached out and clapped his hand on my shoulder, sending chills throughout my body.  “What a terrible line that is!”  He started looking around with a huge smile on his face as if he was trying to spot someone in the crowd.  “Where are the cameras?”  He looked at me again.  “This is for some sort of hidden camera show, right?  What’s that show on ABC…What Would You Do?  Or are you a decoy for the guys on Impractical Jokers?  Where are Murr, Q, Sal, and Joe?  I want to meet them, then I’ll sign a release so you can use me on the show.”

This had quickly gotten out of hand.  I thought I’d stop him, spit out my cheesy line, he’d tell me he’s straight and he’d arrogantly flash his wedding band in my face, then we’d both move on.  Instead it had turned into a full-blown thing.  Once I told him that he wasn’t going to be on a revival of Candid Camera, the 2% shot I thought I might have with him would surely be downgraded to 0.1%.  “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but there aren’t any cameras.  There’s no production crew waiting in the wings to have you sign a release form.  Just me.”

The smile faded from his face.  He didn’t look upset…probably just disappointed that he wouldn’t be on TV after all.  “Oh.  So you were using that horrible line for real?!”  he chuckled.  “That’s worse than the way my husband and I started our relationship!”

Husband?!  Hmmm…  Maybe my chances at getting this distinguished daddy weren’t DOA after all.  I had to keep him talking until I figured out a way to turn things to my advantage.  “How did you and your husband meet?”

“It was pretty run of the mill.  We both worked at the same place and I was his supervisor.  It was one of those situations you hear about all the time.  I liked him, he liked me, but neither of us knew.  How we ended up together was the crazy part of the story.  We’d been working together for about four years when one day I was in our office break room, cutting up veggies for the salad I’d brought for lunch when I accidentally cut myself pretty badly.  It was bad enough that I needed to go to the emergency room.  Mark happened to be eating his lunch in the break room at the time, so he volunteered to go with me.  It took about five hours for me to see a doctor.  Mark stayed with me the whole time.  We spent the time talking and getting to know each other.  He even brought me home, helped me get pain medication from the pharmacy, and got me settled-in for the night before heading home.  Thanking him for being so kind turned into a kiss.  And from there, things developed into us dating, eventually becoming partners, then marrying once it was legal.”

“That’s sweet,” I said.  I don’t know why he thought the story was horrible like the pick-up line I used.

“It is, isn’t it?” he laughed.  “It wasn’t until we told the story to a new friend a few years later that Mark joked - or maybe confessed - that he only went with me to the hospital that day because he wanted to ask for a couple days off the following month and hoped that taking me to the emergency room would butter me up to approve the leave!”

“Wow, that’s pretty terrible!”

He grinned.  “It seems like it, but it really isn’t.  Mark’s a big teaser.  At least, I THINK he was teasing.  At any rate, the joke’s on him.  He may have been trying to get a couple days off work, but he came away with the love of his life.”

“But did you?”

I couldn’t see the look in his eyes because he was wearing sunglasses, but he seemed confused until I saw his eyebrows and he chuckled.  “What do you mean?  Oh… You’re still trying to pick me up, aren’t you?  Bless your heart!”

My father’s side of my family was originally from Georgia.  I knew what it meant when someone used the phrase, “bless your heart.”  I wasn’t going to be that easy to get rid of…not when I felt like I still had a shot at snagging this business DILF.  “I think you’ll regret it if you give me the brush off.  Judging by the way your body looks,” I subtly looked downward…we were in the middle of a public sidewalk, after all, “and as nice as what it looks like you’ve got going on below the waistline looks, I think we could have a lot of fun together.”

He laughed again.  “You’ve got a big pair of ‘em, I’ll give you that.”

I pulled a pen and my business card out of my pocket.  “Literally AND figuratively!”  I wrote my address on the back of the card and handed it to him.  Hesitantly, he took it.  “I don’t live very far from here and I’ll be home by six.  If you show up, you won’t regret it.  I guarantee it.”

He didn’t say anything in response, but I took it as a good sign that he slipped the card into the pocket of his slacks.  “I’ve gotta get going, kid.  I’m glad I ran into you.  You made an old dog like me feel good today!”  As he walked past me, he patted me on the back.  “I hope you meet Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now soon.”

I turned around to watch him leave, noting how much fun it was to watch him walk away.  I called after him, “See you later this evening!”

Not acknowledging my statement, he kept on walking.  A few seconds later, I turned to continue on my way.

Later that night, I was at home watching TV, trying not to be unnerved by the fact that it was after 6:30 and my sidewalk stud hadn’t shown up yet.  Even though he acted like he wouldn’t be taking me up on my offer, I’d deluded myself into believing it was all an act to keep me from being full of myself and he’d knock on my door.

Along about a quarter to seven, I had pretty much given up on having any company tonight and began to scroll through my Door Dash options on my phone when I heard the sound of a knock on my door.  Could it be?

I couldn’t stop from breaking into a full-on smile when I opened the door to find him standing on the stoop.  “You came!”

“I figured, until you meet Mr. Right, why shouldn’t I be your Mr. Right Now?”

“I’m all for that!” I said probably too eagerly.  I stepped aside and motioned him in.  “Come inside.”

“Nice place you have here.  I like the decor.”

“Thanks.  But, I’m sure you didn’t come here to admire my interior design.”

He snickered.  “I didn’t, at that.  Shall we - as they say - get down to business.”

I cocked my eye at him and smiled.  “Let’s…”

I reached for him and started to lean in for a kiss when he held up his hands to stop me.  “Whoa!”

“What?”  I brought my hand up to cover my nose and mouth and exhaled.  My breath didn’t smell bad.  What was going on here?

“You’re getting a little too familiar a little too fast for my taste.”

I was dumbfounded.  “Earlier today, you told me how you and your husband met and how you first got together.  How am *I* the one who’s gotten too familiar?”

“We just met and you want to kiss me like I’m the love of your life?  Maybe we’ll eventually get into kissing.  First, why don’t we get naked and see how it turns out?”

“See how it turns out?  We’re about to have sex.  You make it seem like we’re getting ready to bake a cake.”

“Listen.  You intrigued me earlier today and I admired your persistence in trying to seduce me despite me being married.  But, if you don’t like my rules, I can head on home.”

I wasn’t about to let that happen.  I hadn’t spent all that time working my magic on him earlier in the day to watch him slip through my fingers now.  “No need for that,” I tried to sound nonchalant.  “If all you want is a cocksucker, I can be your cocksucker.  I can even be just a hole for you to dump your load in if that’s all you’re into.”

“If I wanted a faceless cum depository, I’d have gone to a glory hole.  But let’s not act like we’re two steps away from a lifelong commitment on the first day we’re meeting either.  If you’re good, we’ll get there.”  He leaned in and whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine in a good way.  “Are you good?”  I nodded my head.  “Tell me.”

“I’m good at what I do.”

He reached down and grabbed my ass with his right hand.  “God, what an ass.  I bet you ARE good at what you do.”

“Wanna find out?  Get me out of my clothes and I’ll show you.”

He smirked at me.  “I’ll have more fun watching you get out of them.”  He was bound and determined to keep the upper hand with me.  When I momentarily hesitated, he offered just the type of encouragement I’d need…if I wasn’t already going to disrobe for him.  “C’mon.  If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

That was all I needed to hear.  I’m not sure that I’ve ever gotten out of my clothes as fast as I did in that moment.  Standing naked in front of him gave me chills…and it wasn’t because I was cold.  The way he was looking at me, almost like he wanted to devour me sexually.  That kind of look shouldn’t be wasted on his husband.  I’d let him ravish me any day of the week!

With Mark waiting for him at home, we didn’t really have the spare time available to go slow and enjoy every moment to the fullest.  By the time he walked out my front door later on - true to his word, giving me a hearty pat on the back instead of a kiss goodbye - he’d left a load swimming in me and let my own load absorb into his surprisingly toned chest.

Just when i thought I might toss my laptop out the bedroom window in frustration, I heard his voice ring out up the stairs from the foyer.  “Hey, bud!  You wanna go for a ride?”

He’d bought that sweet ride at an auction over a year ago and had spent months and months restoring it.  I wasn’t much of a car guy, but even I had to admire the results of the work he’d put in.  It was in pristine condition.  Most of the time, it languished in the garage.  But like clockwork every Saturday, he took it out for a spin - usually for a short drive up the coast - to make sure everything was working properly.  He always asked if I wanted to go with.  I never did.

This time, seeing as I was starting to fantasize about murdering my laptop, I decided to take him up on the offer.  “That sounds good right about now,.” you turned over your shoulder and called down to him.  “I’ll be right down!”

“Good deal,” he yelled back. “I’ll be waiting in the garage!”

After a quick stretch, putting water on my hair so I could brush it, and a change into clothes that didn’t make me look like I was being held hostage at a convention for frumpy people, I was out the door and practically bounding down the stairs to head to the garage.  Feeling the wind in my hair and the sun on my face might just hit the spot!

I was already imagining my care-free self begging him to keep driving so I didn’t have to resume working on the report when I entered the garage to the last sight I expected to see:  him leaning against his pride and joy looking at his phone...in a jockstrap with a pouch so sheer that it left nothing at all to the imagination.

He was beautiful.  Every muscle was in exactly the right place.  What am I talking about?  EVERYTHING was in exactly the right place.  My eyes couldn’t help but settle on that pouch.  I’d never seen what he had to offer in that department before.  But, not even completely hard it was a sight to behold.  It made my hole twitch and my mouth water to imagine what it might look like when he was fully aroused.  In fact, I had to swallow quickly to keep a small bit of drool from escaping the corner of my mouth.

He must’ve been able to sense my presence because he looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw me standing there.  “Hey!  You ready?!”

“What the...?” I was surprised.  “You’re going like that?!”

He seemed confused.  “Going where?”

Now it was my turn to be the one confused.  What was happening here?  “Isn’t it time for your weekly quick spin up the coast in the car?”

As he chuckled in response, he reached up with his big paw and ran his hand over one of his pecs.  I had to resist every single urge I had to lick my lips.  “I think you misunderstood, bud...”

“What’s to misunderstand?” I responded, still confused.  “You asked if I wanted to go for a ride.”

The hand that was slowly massaging his pec moved up to run through his hair.  “Yeah.  I did.  But the kind of ride I’m offering is a lot different than the one you’re thinking of.”

Holy shit!  Was he really talking about what it sounded like he was talking about?!  “You mean...”

“You’ve seemed really stressed with work lately.  And you’ve been holed-up in your bedroom all morning.  You need a break.”

“Well, yeah.  But...”  More words failed me.

He had words even though I couldn’t use mine.  “You know a better way to make all your stress and tension melt away?”

I still couldn’t find the right words to say anything, but a smile played across my face and I continued admiring his amazing body.  It wasn’t lost on me that the contents of that sheer pouch were starting to stir and inflate even more.  Without an answer, he must’ve known I was as good as his for the taking.

His voice made me tear my eyes away from the pouch.  “Why don’t you press the button to close the garage door?” he said as he turned to open the driver’s side door.  “While you lose the clothes, I’ll push the front seats forward.  I think the backseat is the best place for us to be while I give that...ride....that you so desperately need.”

They were both nice enough.  After a pleasant hour of conversation, Courteney and Mrs. Daniels left for a “totally spontaneous” shopping excursion.  That left me alone with Mr. Daniels.  We’d moved out to the back deck and there I was, sitting across from him.

In my estimation, I was probably about to get “The Talk” from him.  You know  the one.  “I like you, Kid.  You and I are going to get along wonderfully.  In fact, there’s no reason why we can’t be great friends.  But, if you ever hurt my precious baby girl, I’ll be your worst nightmare.  So let’s make sure that never happens, okay?”  Or something along those lines.  I should’ve been nervous.  But I wasn’t.  I was too busy looking into Mr. Daniels’ kind eyes and getting lost in his handsome face.

So, if it isn’t already obvious, I’m bi.  Courteney already knew and was perfectly fine with it.  As far as she was concerned, what I do on my own time is my business as long as I didn’t openly hit on a dude when she was around.  Mr. Daniels was definitely my type to a T.  If we had been complete strangers and I’d met him randomly at a neighborhood cookout, I’d already have him down in his den with his shorts around his ankles, my hand on his dick, and his tongue in my mouth.  What can I say?  I had a thing for the good-looking suburban dad next door type.

But the fact was, we weren’t strangers.  She was my girlfriend’s dad…my girlfriend’s dad who was married to a woman.  I had to put any designs I had on him on the back burner.  As far on the back burner as they could possibly go.

When he finally did open him mouth to say something, it didn’t turn out to be “The Talk.”  Instead, it was something far more intriguing.

“So, Rick…  Margie and Court will probably be out for another,” he glanced at his watch, “…oh, four, five hours or so.  You up for a little fun while it’s just us guys?”

He couldn’t mean THAT type of fun, could he?  He probably meant that he wanted to take me up to the country club and hit some golf balls or sit at the club’s bar and throw back some Scotches.  “What did you have in mind, Mr. Daniels?”

“First of all, it’s Brett.  ‘Mr. Daniels’ is my father.  Second of all, you don’t seem like the kind of guy who normally plays coy.  I think you know exactly what kind of fun I have in mind, son.”

To drive home his point, Brett Daniels stood up, put his hands in his pocket, and hitched his shorts up to reveal exactly just what he had in mind.  By the look of things, the man was already on his way to being fully hard.

“Mmmm” involuntarily escaped my mouth as I appraised what the suburban DILF appeared to be packing.  “I like a guy who is on the same wavelength as I am.”

Brett grinned at me.  “I thought so.  I’ve gotten pretty good at spotting fellow dick hounds.”  Without me prompting him with a question, he kept on talking.  “Margie and I have an understanding.  She understands that I enjoy a little cock and ass from time to time.  I understand that I need to be discreet so that it doesn’t become common knowledge what our marriage truly is.”

I stood up to join him.  “You’re just the kind of guy that I like having fun with, Mr. D…uh, I mean Brett.”

He winked at me.  “That’s good to know, son.  Now, why don’t we head inside?  I just realized you never got a full tour of the house.  I think you’ll find the master bedroom to be a room you’ll want to spend a lot of time in to fully appreciate all of the amenities it provides.”

By now, we were inside and halfway to the stairs.  “Didn’t you just say you understand that you have to be discreet where Mrs. Daniels is concerned?  If we have fun, won’t she smell sex on the sheets later?”

He chuckled and reached out to pat me on the back.  “It’ll never happen, Rick.  Margie and I haven’t shared a bed in years.  She moved into the guest bedroom six years go when Courteney left for college.  As long as you and I are showered and dressed by the time they get back from shopping, no one will be the wiser about just how much…ahem….fun you and I had this afternoon.”

As I watched him start to ascend the stairs and caught sight of that mouth watering ass encased in his shorts, I was ready for whatever happened next.

I knew there was no sexual connotation or intention behind either the photo or the invitation.  He didn’t see me that way.  But I certainly saw him that way.  I had for many years.

The only difference now was that I was no longer the scared, inexperienced young man too afraid to take a shot.  I’d had a pretty successful run - especially over the past couple years - of pulling guys just like him:  older, in shape, sex drive for days, no one to expend it on, and - most importantly - identified as straight.  That successful run of hooking men just like him had made me more confident in myself and my abilities than I’d ever been before.

True enough there was one thing about him that made him different from any other man I’d ever tried seducing.  That difference is what would make today incredibly special and meaningful to me.  I grinned to myself, reached down to cup my cock and balls through my shorts, and then typed a response to him.

“Sounds like fun.  I’m in!  I’ll grab my swimsuit and jump in the car.  Be there within the half hour.”

“Yeah. It’s gorgeous.”

He laughed and peered back at me. “Well, now that you’ve complimented my ass, what do you think of the actual view?”

I laughed and tried to play it off, shaking my head and turning my eyes to my phone. “Bro, it’s hard not to look at your ass when it’s that big and in my face. Stop blocking most of view with your cheeks.”

He grinned and laughed. “So you admit to looking?”

“I’m an ass man, I see a fat ass, I look at it. Doesn’t matter if it’s on a chick or a dude.” I muttered, half honestly. I am an ass man. But, I have never shown much interest in women.

“Oh? So if I were to…” He slapped his ass, making it bounce and sway and jiggle in his shorts. He laughed as my face went red. Be turned and grabbed his crotch with both hands, smirking. “You’re such a fucking fag, bro. Did you think I didn’t notice you checking me out every day?”

I blushed harder and he walked up.

“I was mad at first. ‘The gall of this fucking fairy, checking me out like that. Looking at me like a bitch looks at me. Hungry for this dick.’ I wanted to deck you in the face. Beat you down. But, we started hanging out. You’re pretty cool. And I started thinking… I must be hot as fuck if even this fag wants me.” He grins.

I was still red. Unsure what to say.

I go to speak. He walked up. Stood in front of me.

He grabbed my head in both hands and crammed his lips against mine. A deep hungry passionate greedy kiss. His lips grinding against mine; his tongue delving into my lips.

He growled into the kiss, groaning, especially as I moaned into his lips and held onto his hips.

I could taste him. His lips, his tongue. He tasted so good. His beard tickled.

“Open up, faggot…” He spoke breathlessly into my lips.

I did as told. No questions asked.

He spat into my mouth, onto my tongue, once, twice, three times, and then drooled a hot string of spit into my lips across my tongue. He then ground his thick hot tongue across mine and kissed me again.