Summary: Straight man discovers the world of gay freeuse.
Note 1: This is a NUDE DAY 2022 Contest Story based on how nudity triggers the main characters descent into a wicked world of gay freeuse.
Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing this work.
My wife Mary and I moved into a new suburb, and I instantly hit it off with Mike next door... even though I was in my late forties, and he was only twenty-three.
He invited me over for a Sunday afternoon USFL game, stressing it was men only. Mary didn't mind, since she hated football and was happy I'd found some guys to watch it with.
So I went over, and there were two other guys there who worked with Mike... Dave, who like me was in his forties... and James, who was slightly younger than Mike, who they both worked with. We had a couple of beers and watched the first half. Mike and James then disappeared for a couple of minutes while I chatted with Dave.
When Mike returned from the bathroom, he walked straight over to Dave, pulled down his pants and shoved his dick into Dave's mouth.
My eyes went wide as Mike asked me while his friend started bobbing on his cock, acting as if what they were doing was no big deal, "Greg, do you think the Panthers can come from behind?"
"Uh, I hope so," I said, unable to believe what was happening. First, Mike had a big cock... like over eight inches... second, Dave was giving him a blow job right in front of me.
"At the end of the half the offense looked close to bursting," Mike said, as Dave smoothly bobbed on his cock ... taking two-thirds of it.
"I hope so," I said, trying to ignore the live action gay sex going on only a dozen feet away from me.
"You know, Mary looked amazing in that bikini yesterday," he said. I hadn't realized he'd met my wife... who yesterday in the great weather, the first truly nice day of the summer, had been sunbathing in a new bikini that did indeed showcase her curves, still impressive for a forty-year-old.
"Yeah, I can't complain," I said, although our sex life had dwindled substantially during the past few years... unlike the first fifteen years of our marriage, when she couldn't get enough cock and I didn't have any complaints.
"She's a fine woman," he said, still getting a blow job from another guy.
James strolled out from the kitchen carrying beers and handed one to Mike... then set another one down on the table next to Dave, who was still fully occupied sucking dick. Oddly, he didn't seem fazed at all that one of his buddies was sucking another of his buddies. "Here, man," he said, when he handed me a cold one.
"Uh, thanks," I said, taking the beer.
"Yeah, your wife is quite the looker," James added to the conversation.
"Thanks," I said, wondering when
he
could have met Mary.
"She still put out?" Mike asked.
"Not as much as she used to," I shrugged.
"Shitty," Mike said, as James pulled his pants down, pulled out his smaller cock and began stroking it.
"Yeah, but I still get laid more than just on my birthdays," I joked, my dad once having told me he got a blow job on his birthday, and if he was lucky, Father's Day too.
"That's good," Mike said as James' cock hardened... and my eyes couldn't help going back and forth between the two cocks... even though I'd never considered sucking a guy... and equally confusing was the rock hard dick in my pants.
"Although it's been a while," I said, not sure why I added that.
"Which is why I never date a bitch for more than a couple of months," James said, his cock now completely hard. And although it was shorter than Mike's, it was shockingly fat... like a tree stump.
"As if you ever keep your bitches as long as a couple of weeks," Mike laughed.
"Says the guy who never bangs the same girl twice," James shot back, as Dave continued bobbing smoothly on Mike's cock. My wife gave me decent blow jobs, but she couldn't continue them for long... which meant I never came just from the blow jobs.
"What can I say? I like variety," Mike said, as he pulled his dick out of Dave's mouth.
Dave glanced at me with a hint of shame before James offered him his cock.
"What letter are you at now?" James asked.
"L," Mike said.
"Letter?" I asked, as I watched Dave's mouth stretching around James' ridiculously fat dick.
"Yeah. I fuck my way through the alphabet by first names," he said, his hard dick now pointing directly at me... which was especially awkward since I was sitting down and he was standing up... and even though I was a hundred percent straight, I couldn't take my eyes off his dick.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'm on my second time through the alphabet," he said.
"You found an X?" I asked.
"Yeah, I fucked a Xena," he said.
"And a few days later, he banged a MILF named Zusha," James said as he got blown.
Mike shrugged, "I prefer older women."
"Mike rarely bangs anyone under forty," James said.
"I like experienced women," Mike said, as the second half of the football game started. Mike apparently caught me staring at his dick, and he asked, "Ever sucked any cock, Greg?"
"W-w-what?" I stammered. "N-n-no."
"Ever think about it?" Mike asked, looking down at me.
"No," I said, which was true.
"You sure?" he asked. "You don't seem able to stop staring at my dick."
"It's just I'm not used to having a big dick swaying around in front of my face," I said, which was also true.
"This is a freeuse house," Mike said.
"Freeuse?" I said, as he moved his hand to his dick and began to stroke it.
"Yeah, both of our bottom boy Dave's holes are available to the rest of us anytime we're here," Mike explained.
"You're not serious?" I said, even though that did explain why both guys had shoved their dicks in Dave's mouth with no warning in such a cavalier, nonchalant way.
"I'm deadly serious," he said. "Sometimes we'll also have a sexy freeuse MILF come over too."
"Yeah, the woman who lived in the house you bought was a
nasty
three-hole slut," James said approvingly.
"Fiona?" I asked. I'd met her, and she was in her mid-fifties, quite large, and a grandmother.
"Yeah, she sucked dick better than any other woman I've ever had," Mike said reminiscently.
"And her ass was fucking tight," James said.
"As was her husband's," Mike said.
"Yeah, he could never get enough dick," James said, as Mike sidled a little closer to me.
"The two of them together could guzzle down a dozen loads or more in an hour and a half," Mike said.
"Yeah, I miss them already," James said.
"Yeah," Mike agreed, as he glanced to the television while he stroked his cock. "Shit, we're at the eight yard line!"
"Nice," I said, having been so distracted by the strange situation, the bizarre conversation, and the hard cock just inches away from my face.
"Thanks," Mike said with a smirk.
"I meant the game," I clarified, although I'd been staring at his cock when I said that.
"Sure, sure," he said, his tone conveying that he didn't believe me.
"Seriously," I said.
