I had my heart broken about ten years ago when I was eighteen. There’s nothing unusual about that, I know. At some time before, I had developed a crush on my best high-school buddy… and had made out with him. He, of course, liked it and we did it a lot for the next year and a half. Then his mother somehow found out about us, and he dumped me. I was crushed.
Naturally, I made out with a lot of other guys during the following years, but have never gotten into a lasting relationship. But I think it was the thing with his mother that influenced me to try to cover up all appearances of being gay. I’m sure that by now my family and some of my coworkers have figured it out, but it’s something I won’t publicly announce.
My preferred dress is well-worn 501s, a white T-shirt and a flannel shirt, preferably plaid. I wear a mustache and beard closely trimmed and my hair cut short, and I work out to keep my body toned. I don’t know if I fool anyone, but to me it gives me a more masculine look.
My sister is going with a guy who is two or three years older than me, and says she is going to marry him no matter what the rest of the family says. And we have said a lot. Neither Mom and Dad or me can see what it is she likes in him. He’s a bruiser, and a brawler. He loves getting into fights, and if there’s a melee he’ll jump into it even if he doesn’t know what the fight’s about. He usually wins because of his size and strength, but he often has a black eye or busted lip or several bruises.
He isn’t ugly by any means, but he has a kind of brutish face which isn’t helped by his usual mean, angry expression. To me he looks like he might explode at the slightest provocation. But I have to admit, there is sort of a raw animalistic sexiness about him.
I knock off work early on Fridays, and as usual on this day I came straight home. When I got out of my car I saw trash under the hedge that runs across the front of our lot. Fuming about pigs who throw their trash for other people to pick up I went to collect it. I then saw it must have been there for some time, because it was two magazines, and the sprinkler had turned the top one into a mess with the pages stuck together. It had protected the bottom one which was still in a good state. They were both porno magazines.
The one that was still readable was all photos of men and women having oral sex. Just page after page of shots of men eating pussies and women sucking cocks. I took them into the house and for some reason decided to look through that one before disposing of it. The ruined one I tied up in a plastic market-bag and took out and shoved down in the garbage can so Mom wouldn’t find it.
My sister and I still lived at home. Mom and Dad had told us years ago that they weren’t looking forward to being empty-nesters and we were welcome to continue living there till we got married, and then they wanted grandchildren. But they weren’t too anxious to have Garret for a son-in-law, and as for me, they were in denial, or else they really didn’t know.
Dad had an accounting office where he did things like taxes and financial advising and Mom worked as his secretary/receptionist. I knew they wouldn’t be home until almost eight, but Elaine usually got home about six. I had tossed the porno mag on the sofa and had planned to flip through it right away and then get rid of it in the same way I had the other.
After changing out of my work clothes into my “uniform” I decided to trim my beard and mustache. I took the hand mirror and trimming scissors and went back down to the living room. I had just finished trimming when the doorbell rang.
When I opened the door I was surprised and a little annoyed to see it was Garret. He said, “Oh, hi, is Elaine here?”
I answered, “No, it’s still a little early”, and looked at my watch.
“Well, it’s almost time. She should be home soon. Do you want to wait?”
He shrugged, “OK, I guess.”
I stepped aside and said, “Come on in. You can wait in there” indicating the living room.
I followed him in and asked, “Would you like a beer?”
He looked at me as if I had said something offensive and said, “ Yeah. Okay, I guess.”
When I closed the refrigerator door I saw a note from Elaine to Mom saying she had made plans for the evening and wouldn’t be home for dinner.
I took the beers into the living room and said simply, “I just saw a note in the kitchen. Elaine will be getting home late today.”
I guess that was vague because he probably thought I meant a little late. But he really wasn’t listening to me because he had picked up the magazine I had forgotten about and was slowly turning the pages. I handed him his beer and sat down in the chair next to his knees. I took a swig of my beer and watched his face as he looked closely and a long time at each picture. There was no expression there other than the usual angry one.
Very quickly I saw he had an erection, and began rubbing it with his arm, as if I wouldn’t notice. But notice I did. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his crotch.
Finally poor judgement got the best of me and I said, “Take it out and jack it. Give it some relief.”
He looked at me with a stone face, and then went back to his magazine.
After several minutes I said again, as if he hadn’t heard me, “Take it out.”
Again the blank stare.
“There’s no one here but you and me. I’ve seen guys jerk off before. It’s no big deal. Do it, take it out.”
Seconds went by. I wondered if I had stepped in it. He looked back at the page he had been looking at, but he undid his Dockers and pulled his cock out and began to slowly run his hand up and down it.
‘My God’, I thought, ‘maybe that’s what my sister sees in him.’
It wasn’t overly long, probably no more than six and a half inches, but it was really thick. My dick’s about that long, but six and a half inches on somebody else adds up to more than on yourself. Plus mine wasn’t nearly that big around.
I sat there for several long minutes, just staring at his beautiful cock and the way he was feeling it. Every few minutes he’d glance at me, so he knew I was fixated on his cock. I couldn’t take it any longer and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my brick-hard cock out.
Like an idiot I said, “Mind if I join you?”
He didn’t respond in the slightest way. Nothing. I jacked my cock much the same as he was jacking his. Every once in a while he’d turn a page and study the new pictures. We had both forgotten about our beers.
More time slipped by and then I stood up and pulled my flannel shirt and jeans off, leaving me only in my T. There was still no reaction, as if I wasn’t even there. After jacking my cock and watching him jack his for several more minutes I slid off the chair onto my knees and my face was only inches from his cock, balls and fist.
There wasn’t even a glimmer of notice on his part. He had gotten into it and was jacking it pretty good by now – but then the magazine slipped from his grip and he let go of his cock to grab it.
I said, “Here, let me help you”, and wrapped my fingers around his cock and jacked it.
He didn’t look at me but only my hand, and then back at the magazine.
I hoped I wasn’t going to get punched in the face, but I leaned a little forward and stuck out my tongue and just flicked it over his piss hole.