Chapter 1
The weather had finally broken and had taken on a somewhat different aspect, more in keeping with the early summer. Whilst it remained quite warm, the temperatures had tumbled down to around 18-20 degrees, and a noticeable wind had stirred the air.
It had been some weeks ago that Matt had last been around – the last encounter had left both Laura and I stunned, having never previously strayed from our completely strict and safe marriage. On that particular Saturday morning – the one that found me catching Matt going down on Laura – our session had stretched into early afternoon as Matt had fucked Laura once more before leaving. I was astounded not only by his prowess but also by his youthful virility. He had fucked Laura for almost two hours non-stop, bringing her to at least two further orgasms whilst I watched again, jerking my rigid cock for all I was worth.
Incidentally, the kitchen guy didn't show at all, unless we had been too busy with Matt to hear him knocking the door!!
We had discussed the events of the day that evening, in bed, and came to the conclusion that, whilst we both enjoyed Matt's company enormously, (or Matt's enormous company!) we should keep our distance in the future as to assure that our marriage remained happy and that no-one else would find out. I had divulged to Laura the previous incident in the garage, but had left out my involvement altogether. Although I yearned to gorge on Matt's huge cock again I felt too ashamed to confess my out of character bi-sexuality to her, instead electing to tell her half-truths - that I had caught Matt jerking to the porno's after our work-out. She asked a few questions about the event, but I thought I'd covered up pretty well, being put on the spot.
Anyway, weeks had passed, and I hadn't clapped eyes on Matt since. I couldn't say if he was avoiding us because he felt the same as we did, or that he was just a busy lad with a great social life. Either way, it seemed a lot easier not to have run into him.
My weekend was going well so far. Laura and I had gone shopping on Saturday, then called into Paul's (my son, if you recall) for a while. Laura had arranged to take Becky, Paul's girlfriend, out on Sunday to look for bedding and curtains for their spare room. No big deal to me as I was due on the golf course with Clive anyway. Our day finished at home with a few glasses of wine followed by a long, hard fuck on the downstairs sofa – something that had become something of a habit over the last few weeks, for some reason.
Sunday morning arrived and Laura was showered and dressed, looking a bit too stunning for a simple day out shopping, but I suppose she was just making an effort to impress Becky, as she did. We were both in the kitchen, me sipping at my coffee whilst she unloaded the dishwasher when the phone rang. Laura skipped into the living room to answer the call, returning several minutes later with the news.
"Clive can't make it today, he's caught chicken-pox!" she laughed.
I grinned back at her, wondering how the fuck he'd got to his age without having it before.
"So I take it that golf is off then" I mused
"Expect so" she replied "fancy coming out with us?"
"Er, no!" I answered dryly, adding "but I may call over to Paul's at lunch-time, help him out with the wall-paper stripping – let him know"
"No problem" she said as she continued to empty the dishwasher, before kissing my cheek and setting off to meet Becky.
Chapter 2
With Laura gone I showered and dressed, deciding that I wouldn't go around to Paul's after all, I could do with a chill out day. I would start by lifting a few weights.
Descending the stairs, I crossed the hallway to the front door to collect the post off the mat and caught sight of Matt walking up the road and past our window to his house. He was with some other guy, about the same age as him, but I didn't really pay much attention to him. My heart skipped a beat and my eyes briefly dropping down to Matt's groin, then quickly back to his face before he noticed. As he passed by he peered in through my window, saw me looking back, and gave me a cheery wave and a flash of his fantastic smile. Fucking hell, how on earth could I stop my obsession with this kid and his huge cock?
I waved back, threw the letters onto the table in the hallway then hurried into the garage-come-gym to start my workout. Commencing my session, all I could think about was Matt. I couldn't help myself from fantasising about him, despite my strenuous efforts, and my cock strained at my shorts with desire.
Suddenly there was a rap at my front door. I put down the dumbbells I was currently using, and crossed the hallway again to answer my visitor's call.
"Hi James"
It was Matt plus one.
"I wondered if we could use your equipment," he enquired politely, "you did say a few weeks ago that I could come around whenever you were home, to workout"
I had, too.
"Sure" I spluttered nervously, aware that I still had a semi in my pants. I looked over to his friend who had slyly shifted his eyes to his feet, wondering if he had noticed my slight bulge.
"Oh, this is Josh" he imparted "he usually works out at the gym with our mates, but when I told him about your offer of the gym, he looked really keen, so is it ok if he joins in too?"
I looked back at Josh. He wasn't as handsome at Matt but he was not a bad looking boy. He had sandy coloured cropped hair and blue eyes, a little ginger stubble on his chin and a few freckles across the bridge of his nose. He stood at about 6ft – about the same as me, and looked to be about an average build underneath his baggy t-shirt and jeans, which were halfway down to his knees as all the kids wore them these days. Both had gym bags and a bottle of water with them so they had already assumed that I would agree.
"Sure, come on in" I replied. I was a little taken aback and not quick enough to think of a suitable excuse so just stepped aside and beckoned them in.
Matt crossed over to the garage where the door was already ajar, and stepped in.
"Already working out, eh?" he asked.
