Marks Unexpected Visitor Has A Tasty Morsel.
When Sal's away Mark likes a flute to play.
Before you start to run away with the idea that I am a musician, the flutes I love to play are usually attached to some nice young man who is quick to elongate at a mere touch.
I am just a normal everyday guy with a nine to five everyday existence. Married to a tall statuesque blonde goddess who works more hours than she is with me at home. When she is with me, she has either got a headache or she is two tired to tango. This leaves me with a lot of time to get up to mischief.
What does a virile young man of 37 get up to in all this spare time? Needless to say I am called upon to act like an housewife, we do not have any children so that in itself is a blessing and in another way a bug-bear. Meaning there is no curb on my stupidity. The fact I get little sex makes me highly sexed. Like the rich of Nottingham I feel robbed. In my case, the spoils I have to give away is gallons of excess sperm. The receiver of the produce of my loins is my wife's soiled knickers. As up to recently I had not summoned the courage to find other outlets or inlets as the case may be. I usually stirred up the desire to masturbate by reading porno, watching porno by any means possible.
The day things changed I was laying on the nuptial bed with an assortment of magazines around me, and as my bent of late was homo oriented, because of the fact the last time I went swimming I saw a guy having a shower pulling himself off when it was obvious he knew I was watching him. I wanted to join in his fun, but I had left my guts at home.
It affected me, these things do. I imagined myself sucking the guys cock I had seen. I often drink my own sperm and wondered what another guys sperm would taste like. Sally used to suck my cock and I loved watch her relishing the action. The way she tongued her lips afterwards.
I digress. I was laying on the bed with Sal's knickers wrapped around my cock when the front door bell rang. I slipped on my boxers and a T-shirt and ran down to answer it.
There was a young guy, about twenty's standing there in all his physical splendour.
'Hello, Sir! My name is Tony, I am around selling kitchen ware, one of your very kind neighbours said you would be interested.'
A cheerful soul who was completely soaked through as if he had been standing under a shower with his clothes on. He showed me various badges and credentials and he was causing a puddle on my stoop. I asked him in and threw him a towel out of a basket which had just come out of the dryer.
He slipped off his jacket to reveal a very muscular build and a muscular bulge in his pants.
He looked so like a guy who I had just been gawking at in my porn magazines. I wondered if Tony had a cock his size?
'Come upstairs and get out of those wet things and I will put them into the spin-dryer for you. You can have a shower while you are at it. You will be in for pneumonia if you don't. My name is Mark, by the way.'
'Thanks very much Mark, you are very kind. All I have been getting is no thanks all morning.'
I led the way up stairs and I was conscious that he may be staring at my ass through my thin boxers. I felt my cock stretching naughtily.
We had just got into the bedroom when the phone rang down stairs. I quickly showed Tony the bathroom and was embarrassed when his eyes dropped to my tented shorts. I fled down the stairs three at a time.
It was some one trying to sell me double glazing. I let the guy ramble on a bit, then I told him politely that I already had it. Back in the bedroom I got a shock. Tony was laying naked on the bed, sniffing Sal's knickers and looking at one of my magazines with the centrefold revealing a guy sucking another guy off. His other hand was on a very erect cock of goodly proportions. I pretended not to noticed and picked up his wet clothes and ran down stairs and piled them all into the spin dryer. On the way up stairs I listened for the shower motor, but it wasn't on. He was laying on his back smiling at me.
'Come on Mark, you want to taste this cock of mine, don't you? Get naked and come over here.'