Seduction of Tim

It was really years in the making.

Here I was, just turned fifty, in a sexually gratifying, if not all-out mind-blowing second marriage to the woman of my dreams.

Yet, it seemed, the older I got, the more I thought about, well, COCK.

The more I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth ... the sensations as it swelled and tickled the back of my throat ... the musky man-scent of balls after I'd sucked and squeezed on them. The salty sweetness of pre-cum oozing onto my tongue as the intensity level built; and finally, the explosion of taste as that dream-dick finally released its liquid treasure, as I savored and swallowed every drop.

These occasional fantasies that were occurring more frequently with advancing age eventually grew to include the possibility of penetrative sex; we had experimented with a strap-on, and I loved the feel of it on my prostate. Alas, my lover did not get much out of it, so it was definitely not a regular part of our lovemaking.

And, a piece of silicone rubber, no matter how realistic, could never approximate the feeling of a real, warm, throbbing flesh and blood cock; and I wondered what it might be like to test the waters one day.

But the trouble with that fantasy is that I never came across any men that I could feel comfortable living out that fantasy with. I was attracted to cock, but never to the rest of the man it was attached to.

Until, that is, Tim appeared on the scene.

Tim was a co-worker who started with the engineering firm I was with just before I left to work with another. He was not what you would describe as 'drop-dead gorgeous'; he was of average height and build, slightly balding, and definitely not the work-out-every-day type.

But he did have a good disposition, always positive, attractive smile, and most importantly, a genuine empathy about him that set him apart from your typical man about the office.

And then there was that special something - that 'intangible' - that made me look at him the way I looked at no other guy. I cannot describe what it was, but at times, it all but took my breath away.

Tim was about ten years my junior - late thirties to early forties - and in the short time we worked together, I offered what help and advice I could as he settled in to his new surroundings. But I could never bring myself to admitting my secret attraction to him - especially while I was still working under the same roof.

Oh, I thought about it. I even thought he might be gay, but there were certainly none of the stereotypical effeminate signs of that in his mannerisms. There was no wedding ring; I never saw him with, nor heard him speak of, a wife or girlfriend; he never confessed an interest in 'what happened at the game last night'.

There was virtually nothing that gave away any hint as to his sexual orientation, one way or the other. Perhaps he, like I, was floating 'somewhere out there' on Kinsey's curve like so many of the rest of us humans pretending - at least for all outward appearances - to be otherwise.

And here I was, the envy of my peers, being far and away the happiest of all of the attached males at the office, with a woman most men would kill for. Nothing about me would indicate to him - or anyone else for that matter - what I secretly yearned for.

Or, would it ...?

Did he have any idea, I wondered? Was my body language revealing anything to him about me?

I decided to bide my time, and wait until I was settled in with the new firm, before making my move.

I emailed him a few days before my wife was leaving for a weekend seminar, inviting him over for a beer to "catch up" on things at the old place.

Lynda was aware of my carnal intentions with Tim, and very supportive, as long as there were no health risks. She even went as far as suggesting the three of us get together if I was ultimately successful in my endeavor.

Every man should be so lucky to have a woman like her. We keep no secrets, tell no lies, and love each other unconditionally.

Tim accepted my invitation, and he arrived on schedule, Saturday at 2 PM. We had the place to ourselves.

We were in the midst of a June heat wave, which was not bothersome at all if you have a pool - and we do - for relief. I poured two cold Canadian craft beers and we stripped to our shorts, sat outside on the back patio, and caught up on general work bullshit for the first hour.

Our property is very secluded, allowing us to swim and sunbathe in the nude when we are alone or in select company. When I returned to the pool deck with the second pair of beers, I suggested to Tim that we go for a cool-off dip.

"Love to, but I didn't bring a suit."

I then explained to Tim that we "rarely wear anything back here ..." and that if he was game, so was I; and punctuated that rather bold statement by offering a "Cheers!" with replenished beer steins.

I watched him as he looked around cautiously, then I took the initiative.

"Well, I'm gonna go for a quick dip, join me if you like!"

I slipped off my shorts, grabbed a towel and set it on a lounger on my way down to the pool deck. I did not turn around, so really did not know if he was following me or not. I just dove in and instantly felt the cooling sensation of the water wash over me as I glided along the bottom toward the shallow end.

Just as I surfaced, I heard the splash behind me, and turned my head just in time to see his feet disappear beneath the rippled blue surface. I sat on the roman step and watched him do a couple of laps, then swim over towards me and moan "Aaahhh ... refreshing!"

I thought this might be a good time to change the direction of the conversation to a more personal direction.

"So, Tim, I really don't know anything about you, outside of the office. Are you married?"

He paused for a moment, then shook the water off his head. Like most men who start going bald in their thirties, lower down he had plenty. While not muscular, his chest was a great deal hairier than mine, and I found him reasonably attractive - for a guy.

"Not the marrying kind" he said, with a wry smile and a wink.

"Oh?" I smiled back, instantly feeling a twinge and realizing I was half erect already.

"Well, I never would have guessed ... I didn't mean to pry, Tim, I was only curious ..." I was stammering now, somewhat nervous with my newfound knowledge, but thinking even more optimistically about the prospect of seducing my younger friend.

"Yea, I don't advertise it around the office, that's for sure. There's not a lot of love and tolerance out there in the big bad world."

"Well there is here, Tim! So how 'bout a little sun on those buns! Tan lines are for the birds!"

I rose up out of the water to show Tim my lack of tan lines, and had forgotten my semi-aroused state.

"Wow ... I bet Lynda is one happy lady." Tim chortled, taking his time inspecting my goods.

My face was probably as red as my cock, as I looked back at him sheepishly. I noticed that he, too, was sporting a semi-erection. Unlike me though, he was uncut.

"Looks like you've got the right stuff to make someone pretty darn happy yourself," I complimented, purposefully taking my own sweet time to give him a very close look.

"Let's go stretch out and not let those beers get warm then, shall we?" I suggested, leading the way from the pool to the overlooking deck.

We spread our towels out on the large comfy loungers and adjusted ourselves at prime angle to take advantage of the sun's tanning rays.

I remained naked and stretched out; then watched Tim ponder a bit before tossing his shorts off to the side and do the same.

"So, are you seeing anyone seriously now, Tim?" I asked, probingly.

"Been pretty quiet on the Southern Front for some time now" Tim lamented, then went on to explain that it was only after several failed attempts at relationships with women earlier in life that he realized he might be gay.

"You can probably tell, I'm not the type to go barhopping, and I never did get up the courage to go into those clubs. I tried to hook up a couple of times with guys on the internet, but the chemistry just never worked. So I just sort of ended up in limbo."

Tim then perhaps realized that he was opening up to me more than he had intended.

"I've never really discussed this with anyone, so I would really appreciate your keeping this between the two of us."

"Of course Tim; I give you my word of confidentiality."

Our beers were now seriously empty again, so I grabbed refills and made sure the front door was locked and turned the security system on, just in case of uninvited guests. As luck would have it, on this day and night, there would be none.

"I'll tell you what Tim. I have a secret too. One that only I and Lynda know. And one I would never want anyone else to know about. I will share that with you, as a gesture of good faith, because it is related to what you are going through, and I think in the end it might benefit both of us. But before sharing, I need your word that you, too, will keep this strictly between us."

He looked at me quizzically, almost like he knew what I was going to tell him.

"I appreciate that, Chris. You've really got my attention now. You have my word."

We 'clinked' our beer glasses together in a toast as if to seal the deal.

I laid on my side on the lounger facing Tim, and began confiding my inner desires to him.

"I'm not going to mince words, Tim. I know this sounds crazy, but I have a crush on you; have had for some time. Looking at you, now, like this, makes me hot. I don't normally get 'hot' looking at guys. But there's something about you. You're a lot like me. I've watched you. You're intelligent, articulate, and most important, compassionate. You care about people and treat others with respect. I've never heard you say a bad thing about anyone."

As I continued, he did not take his eyes off mine, nor did I take mine off his. Now, I wanted him. I allowed my eyes to wander down his chest and looked at him like I did at Lynda, just before I jumped her bones. I felt incredibly energized and exhilarated.

"Now ... you are younger than I am, and maybe I am not the type you'd normally fantasize about. And I've never been with ... a man, you know, like THAT. But ... if ..."

Tim abruptly rose out of his chair and moved over to mine, sitting down against me, and placed his hand over my mouth, interrupting my sales pitch at mid-sentence.

The chemistry as he touched my lips with his fingers was electric. I wanted to open my mouth and suck them in, and run my tongue between them; but I held back, waiting with baited breath for his response.

"This is pretty private, here, then?" he asked, calmly as he looked around, casing the joint.

My profession - combined with Lynda's - had afforded us the opportunity to purchase a very secluded 10 acre property on the outskirts of town, with plenty of tall trees around the perimeter to provide complete privacy from all but the birds above. Our house was not even visible from the road.

I tried to answer, but my throat was so dry I just lip synced "yes" before swallowing to recover sufficiently and stammer out something audible.

"Very private. The doors are locked too, and our security system will alert us if anyone comes down the driveway. It's just us, Tim. Nobody else."

I paused for a moment, then asked him with a grin:

"So, wanna stay the night?"

I sat up and moved closer to him. We were face-to-face, inches apart, our legs scissored one over the other. Then, I did something else I had never done before. I leaned forward to kiss another man.

As our lips met, it seemed to unleash a hunger in both of us. Kissing a man was definitely different than kissing a woman!

We grabbed each other and were a mass of lashing tongues, like two lions who had not eaten for a week, tearing wildly into the flesh of a gazelle.

I inhaled his scent, and he mine. I licked up and down both sides of his neck as he leaned his head back, our cocks now rock hard and rubbing together, and our legs hooked around each others' backs.

Tim reached down and held our cocks together, sliding his hands up and down, well lubricated from the pre-cum that was leaking generously from both of us.

He then brought up his hands and started slowly licking them off. I joined him in the finger-feast; our lips meeting and happily slurping away our combined man juices, while I went to work with my hands down below, on our raging hard-ons.

The more I got, the more I wanted of this man. I pushed him back into the lounger, then grabbed his arms, holding them over his head. Although he was younger, I was stronger; all that working out day after day, year after year, had paid off.

I plunged my tongue into his mouth as deep as I could, and he sucked on it, as he would have had it been my cock.

I then continued my exploration; moving to his chest and armpits, smelling, licking, taking as much of him into me as I could, and I couldn't get enough. What an odd sensation this was, running my face over his hairy chest, and sucking on his nipples just like I sucked on Lynda's.

As I made my way down his stomach, the smell of cock proved an irresistible draw. I stopped just short of going down on him, and looked up to see him looking down upon me, smiling.

"I want to suck your cock, Tim."

"It's OK. No cooties, man." Tim reassured me in a whispering voice. "I'd love it if you'd suck my cock."

Tim stroked my head and face with his hands as I looked back down and admired it. I had never, ever, been this close before. This moment would be burned into my memory for all time to come.

I pulled the skin back exposing the full head of his cock, and firmly squeezed, milking the pre-cum from his shaft. As it started rolling down the side, I licked it up then started sucking with earnest; it was both sweet and salty.

I had never held another man's cock before, let alone an uncircumcised one; but I must have been doing something right. I could tell Tim was enjoying the attention from his moaning and heavy breathing. His cock was not as large as mine, and I found I could take most of it down without gagging.

I brought my hands up to his stomach and chest and stroked him while he took my head in his hands and fucked my throat. For a time, I allowed him to control the rhythm and depth of his thrusts; surrendering myself to him.

After a few blissful minutes of my very first attempt at giving a blowjob, Tim finally pulled his cock from my mouth; he was dangerously close to blowing his load and obviously wanted this to last a little longer.

I went even further south; exploring the scent of his balls and inner thighs, licking and sucking my way dangerously close to his puckered asshole.

"Let me taste you, Chris. I am so fucking hungry for your cock ..."

I then suggested we put a blanket in the grass on the far side of the pool, where we could "stretch out". We stood up and he pulled me to him, kissing me passionately, as if to thank me for such a good tongue bath. We gathered our beers and towels and blanket, and made our way to the nook in the grass where Lynda and I had often made love in the past.

"So how was my first go at cocksucking?" I asked in jest.

"You ROCK man!"

I spread out the blanket while Tim set the beers on the side table, then Tim knelt down in front of me.

"I bet you rock, too."

I bent down and gave him an open-mouth kiss, then grabbed his head and pulled it to my groin. He licked his way down one side, taking first one, then the other ball - then both - into his mouth.

I was getting weak in the knees, and told Tim so; he suggested I lie down on my back and enjoy.

I did, and he went straight back to work on my balls and perineum, probing my erogenous zones and looking for my reaction. My cock was now rock hard and leaking copious amounts of fuck-fluid.

After what seemed like forever, Tim finally started to make his way up the shaft of my cock with his mouth, slurping up the pre-cum that had pooled there and on my stomach. He then used his tongue to push the rest out, moving it along the giant vein from bottom to top, then sucking the extruded juice from the throbbing head.

Next, taking the shaft in his hand, he guided it into his throat, bit by bit, as though he was trying to relax and stretch it out. I watched with amazement as he devoured me an inch at a time; he was really trying to get all of me down his throat!

Finally he pulled off and, after getting his breath, suggested a change of position to a side-facing sixty-nine.

"That way, the angle is better; I just might be able to swallow you."

"And that will give me something delicious to occupy myself as well," I replied, eager to have him back in my mouth.

I laid down on my left side, resting my head on his left leg and nuzzled my face up against his cock. He then immediately went back to work, hungrily sucking me deeper and deeper into his throat.

That man's mouth worked wonders on me. I had to crane my head up to watch my cock slowly disappear, his throat swelling up each time he engulfed me. As he withdrew, my cock was slick with his spit, the excess rolling down the side of his cheek and pooling on the blanket below.

He then reached around with his finger and began gently probing my butt hole. My first instinct was to tighten up; but I gradually relaxed, and opened myself to his probing exploration.

As he continued, I responded in kind; taking his cock into my mouth and rubbing his slick rosebud with my free hand. I found myself able to take him deeper into me in this position as well - must have something to do with the angle, I thought to myself.

His sucking was getting louder now; and his fingers - or thumb - had found my prostate, and was massaging it in the most pleasurable way. I followed his lead, sucking him harder, while inserting my thumb at just the right angle, and finding his P-spot.

As I massaged him there, I noticed even more of that delectable fluid leaking from his cock into my mouth and lubricating my throat. Our moans signaled each other as we experimented to get just the right pressure to deliver the ultimate pleasurable sensations. There was no going back. I wanted to feel him climax in my mouth, and I knew he wanted the same.

We quickened our pace as we both came to the edge of that wonderful abyss. There is nothing comparable to the feeling, just before climax, of one's prostate being milked; all of my attention was focussed on that as I felt the first wave hit me.

My moans of ecstasy were muffled by my friend's cock; Tim continued massaging and sucking while I pumped my hot seed into his hungry mouth. The thought of him swallowing my offering made me want his even more.

I rolled him onto his back, my cock still twitching in his mouth, and began sucking for all I was worth. My mouth was watering so profusely that I had soaked him and the blanket beneath us; what I couldn't swallow was flowing down the crack of his ass to keep my probing fingers well lubed.

I poked and stroked and slurped and sucked like a pro; and it was not long before I was justly rewarded.

"Oh fuck, Chris, I'm gonna shoot. Oh man ..."

His legs shot out straight, but I refused to let go my mouth-grip on that cock. I wanted to feel that hot liquid shoot inside my mouth ... to taste that forbidden fruit for the first time. I would not be denied.

I kept the steady pressure and slow motion rubbing on his prostate just as he did to me as I had climaxed. I felt his contractions squeeze on my probing fingers as he thrusted his cock upward, delivering its orgasmic gift to me.

His first spurt came with unexpected force and volume into my mouth, forcing me to swallow to make room for the next. The second one came with even greater force and volume, and some of that leaked out the side of my mouth. I kept swallowing, and he kept spasming. The taste was intense but not unpleasant; it made my throat tingle a bit, but I eagerly licked all of him up, including what had spilled down to the base of his shaft.