I've been married for ten years now and I can't complain a bit. My wife is a lovely woman who has little hesitation to try new and exciting things. A few years into our marriage we met a great couple that we shared a lot of interests with. Eventually we got into some "soft swapping", had some great fun playing around, and still get together on occasions. Lately I had been having thoughts of playing with another guy. My roommate and I experimented a bit in college with mutual j/o and light oral action, and I found that I liked the feel of another man's cock. It wasn't something we did very often...usually after watching porn with too much beer was our usual excuse. I hadn't thought much about it at all for the past twenty years, but now found myself wanting the experience again.
I asked Beth if she would consider trying an MMF threesome. She did give the idea careful consideration, but decided that really wasn't something she wanted to do, and was certain that the male half of our couple friends would be opposed to the idea. I knew she was right about our friends. Even during our swap sessions, it was clear that there would be no contact between the guys. Beth did surprise me by suggesting that maybe this was something I could explore on my own. After all, she and Tracy had gotten together for a "girls night out" on several occasions. I really thought it was just a fleeting fantasy, but decided to check out the adult personals sites and see what was out there.
Having just turned forty, I still looked pretty good, even if I say so myself. Standing six feet tall, 165 pounds with a 32-inch waist, and a well-toned body from years of running and playing basketball, I felt good about my appearance despite the random gray hairs sprouting from my reddish-blond hair. Using a digital camera and a tripod, I took some pictures of myself clothed and nude and decided to place an ad on a popular adult site. I know many of the people on those sites tend to exaggerate or just flat-out lie about themselves. I could never understand why anyone would do that if you really want to meet someone. I made a sincere effort to be upfront and honest as I could convey in the small ad space. I listed myself as married, but looking for a male friend for special fun alone, and that my wife was aware of my other interests. If nothing else, it was entertaining to browse through the other ads.
My ad had been running for nearly two months without much of anything interesting happening. I had met two guys who clearly misrepresented themselves, and walked away. Some of the chat sessions were interesting, but often went nowhere. One evening I received an unusual page for a chat session. It simply read; "I know you...you're hot...let's chat" from a guy known as Horny14U. Before I accepted the page, I checked his profile. He listed himself as being 28, married, straight, and athletic with no indication he was looking for other men. "What the hell", I thought to myself, and accepted the chat room with my handle of BiGuy40.
I was the first to break the ice, and typed; "Hi there...wish you had a picture on your profile so I could know you. How do you know me?"
A few seconds later the reply came back; "Sorry, no picture available...want to be discreet. You come to my work twice a year...seen you there."
That was hardly a valuable clue. I have a job in field service, so I'm at a different location every day, installing and calibrating lab equipment. He could be one of thousands of people I encounter every year.
"That's cool...so did you just want to say Hi, or do you have something else in mind?" I typed, wanting to cut to the chase.
"Need to get off. Wife is pregnant and won't do anything for me. Thought about finding another woman for a quick fuck, but can't bring myself to do it. Blow job might be good...figure a mouth is a mouth."
I was a little taken back by his directness, but found it somewhat refreshing from the usual game playing. "I see. So, you just want to bust a nut...that's fine with me, but interested in helping me out at all?
Several minutes seemed to pass before he finally replied, "Never been with a guy, just tired of jerking myself off. Not into anything else."
Needless to say, I was a little disappointed. It had been a long time since I sucked another cock and was anxious to try it again, but wasn't sure I wanted a one-way transaction. "Sounds like it could be fun, but I need some relief too. Have you thought about finding a glory hole in some porn shop?" I suggested, thinking maybe I could help him out in some way.
"Don't want to be seen in a place like that. Sorry I bugged you...thinking with my dick and not my head." And with that last line he left the chat room.
I left him an email message, suggesting we could make other arrangements, but never got a reply. A few days later his profile was turned off. I just chalked it up to another dead-end. There were other messages and chat offers, but nothing seemed appealing. I decided to give up on the experiment and eventually deleted my ad as well.
A month went by and work was hectic as usual. I was in a town about two hours from home moving equipment for a customer from their old facility to a new building. Charlie had been working there many years and I usually called on him when I arrived to do his service. For two days Charlie and I moved pieces from the old to the new building. On the third day, I was to start installing everything in the new facility, but Charlie needed to stay in the old place to coordinate computer issues. Jason, who I had seen there for the past two or three years, volunteered to be my escort. He was a nice guy, and I was glad to have someone to talk to in the still largely vacant building.
Much of the morning was uneventful. Jason met me at the new building, let us in with his key card, and I started moving equipment to its proper location. Jason was in and out of the area, taking phone calls, and doing whatever he had to do. After lunch, he stayed with me and watched while I completed an endless string of tedious tasks. He did his best to make small talk, but seemed a little on edge, and didn't have much to say.
"You still playing softball for the company?" I asked him, remembering a conversation we had last year. He was probably their best player. Jason was in his late twenties, with a muscular but not huge build, wavy blond hair, and stood a little taller than me. I had thought to myself he was a nice looking guy. Dressed in cargo pants and tight-fitting t-shirt for the move, he didn't look the part of the lab technician I was used to seeing.
"No...we couldn't find enough teams to play, had to call it off this year. I miss the exercise." He said, sounding genuinely disappointed with the situation.
"Looks to me like you're getting plenty of exercise. Hope you don't mind, but you're in great shape...you must have been the star player." I said not meaning anything other than a mild compliment.
"Thanks, nice to hear." He said as I grabbed a box and headed for the small room next door.
