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Interruption

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by Sechsvier I live alone in a small compound that was originally a summer resort in a mountainous wooded area of the state The two houses near me are still summer places, so I am free to indulge my bi-sexual inclinations at will, most of the year. Early one morning in the late Spring, I got a call from a bashful, sometime suck buddy seeking a bit of play. About twenty minutes after I gave my consent, Ken arrived at my door. I was ready for action, dressed only in a shower wrap. I took his hand and lead him up the steps that lead directly into my bed room. As I helped him shed his clothes, I allowed my hands to roam his compact body, feeling his manly muscles and sqeezing his tight butt. I dropped to my knees and began sucking and liking his uncut cock into hardness. Ken pushed back to the bed and began gently humping my eager mouth. I pulled him to me and he fell on the bed on top of me, his manhood still in my mouth. When I get into it, I go mad. I suck and bob at an ever faster rate, as if it were my own dick I am serving. I was moaning with pleasure as I licked and sucked and fondled his tightening balls. Ken, too, was moaning and writhing as he struggled toward orgasm. Into my fevered consciousness invaded the sound of knocking at the door. Since it was evident that I was home, it seemed imperateive that I answer the knock. I snatched a pair of tennis shorts, I had abandoned on going to bed the night before, and hastily buttoning the waist band, I rushed down the steps, shoeless and without my glasses. There stood my gay neighbor, who had come to his place during the night without my knowledge. He and his partner had bought the house about a year before, and we had been on nieghborly but raher informal terms and I had given him the freedom of using any of my equipment he might need. He had come because he couldn't get my mower tractor started. Barefoot and still without glasses, I lead him the the shed, zipping my pants on the way. A brief inspection made it clear that the problem was beyond us and my friend left with apologies for distrubing me and I returned to find my buddy in the study, fully dressed and poised to leave. Despite my attempts to delay him and renew our efforts, he insisted on leaving. As an experienced masturbator, I knew, of course, how to minster to my raging prick and I did just that with eminent success. All day, as I worked out at the gym and had a massage and sauna bath, I imagined variuous scenarioes resulting from the morning interruption. As often happens in such instances, the script was written for me. I was roaming my grounds with my evening cocktail in hand when my neighbor rolled in in his pickup from work. I greeted him at his door and said immediately that I wanted to explain my bizarre behavior in the a.m. and proceeded to tell him that I was bi and had been entertaining when he called. I made it clear that no one in the community knew me as other than as a perfecty straight man. I continued that I didn't know what agreements he and his lover had, but I made it clear that I would be happy to give their young dicks the benerfit of my experience. I encouraged him to share the info with his mate and looked forward to a dinner party n the near future. Val was most accepting and with a glad wave turned to the house, saying he had promised his lover dinner when he arrived from his work. Back to my place I went for another drink and dinner and my usual evening of reading and relaxation. The next morning, I awoke, as usual, with the sun and enjoying the warm weather proceed to my study in my preferred nudity and booted up to review my mail and undertake a few clerical tasks before breakfasting. Again a knock at the door. This time, I didn't try to dress but just answered the knock. There, standing before the open door was Val, totally nude except for scuffs to protect him as he crossed the rough road.What a sight! His tight titian curls glittered in the sun, wide shoulders blocked the sun and his respectable pecs were sprinkled with a dusting of red hair. But the piece de resistance was his seven and a half inch cock extened at right angles from firey red bush of pubic hair. I paused to admire the whole of him and then took him by the hand and lead up the stairs to my still unmade bed. He was on me instantly, pressing his body against mine, his mouth seeking mine which he covered with happy and passionate kisses. Oh, how he pleasured me, astroking my body, kssing and licking my nipples, fondling my cock and balls and murmuring how he liked "older men" (I'm 81 years old). He said he did not intend to cum that morning but he just wanted to share a bit of play together. I suspected that his lover had consumed his daily supply of splooge; Well, I was able to live with that, but I wan't willing to forego that stiff white rod in the nest of red hair. He welcomed my kisses and sucks and licks, but quickly took over caring for me. After a prolonged period of stroking and caressing, he rolled my over on my belly, straddled my bck and rubbed his still firm pole on my buttocks and back. How good that stiff muscle felt on my ass! He then proceed to massage my neck and shoulders in a most professional way, leaving me sighing with pleasurere. Finally after another embrace, he kissed me good bye and left with the promise of a return and a warning that this encounter was just betwen him and me. I agreed to the silent pact and set about trying to get back to my daily routine. I didn't see either guy for more than a week. Then one morning as I was driving past on my way to the gym, I saw a car on the other side of the house. I stopped iommediately, right in the road and made my way to the door. I could see Val wearing white jockeys mosying across the room. He spotted me and waved me in. As I gathered him in my arms for a kiss, I groped his crotch, feeling that manly display of cock and balls. He returned my salute with a grope of my grateful basket. I said I had stopped to invite him and Ron to dinner that evening. He accepted happily and I added that a little breakfast would be good. He gave me a mischievous grin and sat me in a wing chair near the door. I stripped down his shorts and gave his prick the kind of attention it merited. How I kisssed and licked and sucked that manhood and how he responded with such enthusiasm. Finally he asked if I wanted him to cum. I said I wanted to see his jism shooting out and bathing my cock. He quickly laid me on th sofa, stood over me and furiouslyt pulled on that splenddid pole. Shortly he gave a moan and thick white spunk shot out and cascaded over my prick and balls and belly. He leaned over and masssged that sweet stuff into my body. He licked the residue from his hand and after kissing me, he took my hand and lead to the the shower. I took the hand held spray and washed the cum from my belly and legs. As I was drying myself he entered the shower and begn soaping up. With a good bye wave, we parted with the plan to meet for dinner whenever his lover arrived. I again donned my workout shorts and drove to the Y for my mornging workout, full of lust and eager for the evening ahead. That event occiurred and was an altogether great evening,. Over drinks and a full dinner, I shared my desires and experiences and made a pact that they could avail themselves of my talents anytime, but that I wouldn't invade their space without a specific invitation. It seemed as though Ron was not as open as Val and I wanted to be sure not to interfere in any way with their relationship. It was at least a week before I saw either again, although Ron did call and thank me for the evening and he was entusiastic about another get together. When I finally did see Val again, I was in my sun room in the early evening when I saw him drive in. As soon as he was in the house, I phoned, inviting him to share my dinner which was just cooking. He declined because he was expecting Ron and had promised him dinner when he arrived, But he said he would see me in the morning, since he was going into work late. My eager prick need attention more than once that night as I anticipated the morning encounter. I was a sitting on my front porch, nude as usual, drinking my coffee when Val arrived, this time clad in black jockeys. He wondered how I liked them and I said that I preferred the contents and stripped them down and began kissing his prick. Like many redheads, Val is very white and his pecker seems even whiter against the red of his bush (I call him 'redbush' in private) He backed away and climbed on the hutch bench, offering his tall stiff tool to my waiting lips. I caressed his ass cheeks and finger-fucked his hole as I licked and sucked and drooled over that spectacular cock. At one pont he stiffened in alarm and said a car was coming. We moved across to the door in case it should turn in my lane. The car passed by and with our passion heightened by the potential discovery, we both stroked quickly to orgasm and he shot thick ropes of jizz onto my neck and chest and shoulders. The aroma of that sweet man milk was better than poppers. We have had many social encounters throughout the summer but no sex. Now that the season is over, I am wondering when and if I'll have a go at "Redbush" before spring. But, what the hay, I'm an old jacker and I can have a hell of a lot of cums just from the memory