I had been caring for my dad for awhile. He'd fallen and fractured a hip. It was a long, difficult recovery which required in-home physical therapy. He's completely fine, now, but getting there was, so to speak, very interesting.
I'm a married guy, and I love my wife. Our sex life is good to great, when the kid gives us a moment alone. However, I'd always had a longing and a love for cock.
I played with a few friends over the years, but girls caught my eye, and I enjoyed fucking and eating them out. Still, I always came the hardest thinking about cocks.
As I've said, these days I'm married. It's been over twenty-five years since my last taste of sweet manmeat. I thought it would just be a hot memory, until my dad fell.
Alex showed up at ten that morning. He was about 5'5" (I'm only 5'6"), with close cropped black hair. He was originally from the Philippines and had beautiful tan skin and gorgeous brown eyes. He was slightly thick, but firm, and his blue scrubs highlighted a delicious bubble butt. My cock twitched the moment I saw him.
He was friendly, but businesslike, and set about dad's therapy immediately. I excused myself and went to catch up on chores that, watching dad, had left me little time for. While downstairs sorting laundry, I thought about Alex and gave my cock a few light strokes.
Therapy was three times per week, and every time Alex would show up, I'd leave him be and go on about my business. I'd have to sign a sheet when he was done, to show he'd been there, and I couldn't resist going over his body with my eyes.
One day, I had errands to run, so as soon as Alex got there, I said goodbye to dad, giving him a hug.
"What, no hug for me?" Alex asked.
I laughed, and gave him a hug too. My cock stiffened immediately when I put my arms around him. I made sure to keep my hips back, so he wouldn't feel it. Was it my imagination, or did he hold the hug a little longer than necessary?
It got be a joke between us. We'd hug when he arrived and when he left. Each time I felt the heat and the closeness of him, my cock would go rigid. His grasp would get lower and lower each time, from around the shoulders to mid back to resting on my hips, holding me longer, pulling me closer, daring me to admit my erection. The last time we hugged, I swear the fabric of his scrubs was actually touching the bulge in my jeans.
I didn't hug him the next time he came -- I was too scared, too embarrassed. He did his business with my dad while I busied myself elsewhere, not daring to even look at him. They finished, and I willed myself not to be hard when I had to sign his papers.
He asked me to talk to him downstairs. I assumed he was going to brief me about dad's progress.
"I didn't get my hug." He said, smiling. I laughed.
"Sorry. You know how it is." I said. He stood there with his arms open, an expectant smile on his face. "Alright," I said, jokingly, "if it means that much to you."
I stepped toward him and he put his arms around my hips and pulled me close, closer than ever before. There was no doubt this time as he pressed his hard cock against mine and held me.