This is something a little different for me, a straight guy. I'd love to have what happens in this story happen to me!
I'm keen to write more about these two, so let me know what you might like to see.
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I'm sitting on the couch in the big downstairs room (sometimes we call it the Rumpus Room!). Well, I'm not sitting directly on the couch - to be more accurate, I'm sitting on top of Marcus.
Well, to be even more accurate, I'm
impaled
on Marcus! My feet are on the floor beside his, and I can feel the beautiful feeling of his hard, oiled cock, slowly moving up and down, deep inside me.
Together, our hands and fingers keep my cock in that blissful state of high arousal, deliberately not letting me cum until much later.
"How did I get here?" I think to myself. "I'm happily married, with two beautiful kids and an amazing house. Yet, here I am in the basement of my house, joyfully taking the next-door-neighbour's cock inside my ass."
You might think I'd feel some sort of guilt, but I don't. I still love my wife, absolutely so, and despite the cock inside me, I wouldn't call myself gay. I certainly don't love my neighbour - but I sure love his cock!
Let me take you back a few months, to when this all started. My wife and the kids were flying away to visit her parents. I dropped them off at the airport late one Friday afternoon, knowing I would genuinely miss them for the two days they'd be gone.
Having said that, as a life-long masturbation fan, I was also very much looking forward to being alone in the house for an entire weekend!
I got myself a coffee, then headed home. It was just after 6pm when I got there - still very much light, at the height of summer. First task was to close all the curtains. As much of an exhibitionist as I am, I want to be a little more discreet than that!
Within a few minutes of that, I was naked, sitting on the couch, reading erotic stories on the laptop - I'm sure you've all been there yourselves!
I'm not sure what it was - probably something I'd been reading in one of the stories - but, about half an hour later, I decided to head down to the Rumpus Room and watch a few of my favourite videos on the big TV down there.
The TV in that room can see all the videos from a media server I have set up, including some rather sexy ones!
Sitting myself on the couch down there, I started going through some of my favourites. I watched a few real female orgasms, as well as some apparently real squirting videos. They were great, and certainly more than enough to keep my cock hard (along with the attention it was getting from my hand), but I wanted something more.
I remembered that, in my last wanking session, I'd downloaded some video of other guys masturbating. I've done this before, but never until I'm well on the way to cumming. It's like I don't want to admit I find it a big turn-on until I'm already so turned on that I can blame it on something else.
In the past, I've always deleted them. For some reason, this time I'd kept them around. As soon as I put them on, the feelings from that last session came flooding back - I just about had butterflies in my stomach.
I knew I'd hit on something good, so I just played through the four videos I had in order, sitting on the couch, legs apart, cock rock-hard.
The guys wanking and cumming on-screen were just making me hornier and hornier, and I didn't stop to question it.
The fourth video started, sending a jerk of electricity through my body. I had totally forgotten I'd downloaded it! Five guys, in some sort of lounge, all naked and masturbating. As it went on, it progressed to them masturbating each other.
I was on all fours in front of the screen now, watching two guys masturbate together as their hard shafts pressed up against each other.
I was very very close to that point of no return, where I'd have to decide whether to just cum right now, or stop and rest, so I could edge for longer. I was so horny from watching these guys that I'd pretty much decided just to blow my load along with them, when I heard the peace-shattering sound of the doorbell.
I stopped, completely still, hard cock in hand, and turned my head towards the downstairs door, right next to the ranch-sliders at the front of the Rumpus Room.
To my horror, I realised that I'd completely forgotten to close the curtains in front of the ranch-slider! Anyone ringing the doorbell would have to walk back past the ranchslider, and would be able to look straight in and see me!
I stood up quickly, to step out of sight behind the couch, but it was too late. A dark-haired guy in his twenties walked from the front door, past the ranch-slider. He paused, looking in through the glass with his hands shielding his eyes.
I couldn't move! I was standing there totally naked, my cock still as hard as ever, with two guys on the screen next to me just beginning to cum.
The guy at the door stood there for what seemed like minutes. It looked as if he was staring directly at me! Then, suddenly, he was gone, and I heard footsteps up the side of the house, heading to the back door.
I quickly threw my clothes back on, pausing the video. Just as I was dressed, the back doorbell upstairs rang. I barely had time to think, "should I just pretend there's no-one here?" before quickly deciding against it and dashing up to answer the door.
I pretended to fiddle with the lock (it wasn't locked) to give me a chance to get my breath back.
I opened the door to the guy I'd seen moments earlier. He seemed familiar from before then, too.
"Hi, er - I'm Marcus - from next door?" he said, holding out his hand to shake mine.
"Oh, hi mate," I said, shaking his hand with my own, which, moments earlier had been wrapped around my cock.
My mind was racing. What could he possibly want? He and his girlfriend were in their twenties, and seemed nice enough, but we'd hardly spoken in the month or so they'd lived next to us.
"So, um, this is a little awkward," he began.
Fuck! He definitely
had
seen me downstairs.
I erred on the side of caution, not saying anything.
"I just, um, wondered if you have a pruning saw I could borrow?" he finished.
I stood there, practically gaping with disbelief. It must have been too dark inside the Rumpus Room for him to see me! Thank fuck for that!
"Erm, you know, the small sort-of curved saw, with a kind of reverse action," he continued, taking my silence for lack of understanding.
I definitely had a pruning saw, but decided to continue as if I didn't know what one was, to explain my silence. Besides, I knew it was downstairs, in the basement next to the Rumpus Room, and the idea of having someone in where I'd been wanking mere moments ago was quite a turn-on.
"I've got a few different saws - you're welcome to borrow them! Come downstairs and see if I've got the right thing," I said, motioning for him to follow me.
"Thanks so much mate," he said. "There's an annoying branch scraping the side of our bedroom wall - I don't really want to bother the landlord with it."
"No problem," I said, as we made our way down the stairs. "I'm happy to help out. Should probably have introduced myself to you a while ago!"
As I reached the Rumpus Room door at the bottom of the stairs, I had the horrible realisation that the TV would be on, with a crystal-clear picture of two guys with cum-covered cocks, paused mid-orgasm!
I made a show of fiddling with the lightswitch, leaning around into the room and blocking Marcus from entering. To my great relief, the TV was black - it must have gone into power-saving mode.
"Come in, come in," I said to Marcus, starting to feel a little more turned on as we walked past the couch where I'd been masturbating just a few minutes ago.
I went through into the basement, flicking the light on as I went.
"Oh wow, you've got one of the new Viera TVs!" exclaimed Marcus from the other room.
"Yeah, have a look if you like, while I get these saws out," I replied, without thinking.
Just as I realised what I'd done, I heard the unmistakeable sound of semen-lubricated cocks coming from the TV. My heart dropped.
