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The Man Across the Street

~~~ Please note, both men are married, thus bisexual - BUT this story is completely Man-Man sex, thus the Gay Male category~~~

"Sure thing, Ron. Just let me grab my tool box and I'll be right over." I close my laptop to the porn I'd been looking at before my across the street neighbor called. I pull on a t-shirt and button my jeans, slipping on shoes and walking out the door.

Ron and AnDrea have lived across the street about six months. I've only been in the area a couple years myself and still trying to meet people. My wife - as does Ron's - works during the day, but I've been retired five years.

When I saw them moving in - and noting Ron's apparent age (later learning he's 75) - I walked over to introduce myself and offer assistance if they needed. Both of them were very kind and Ron's called me a couple times to help with minor projects in the house. I referred him to a company I've used when he had an ask that seemed bigger than I wanted to tackle.

"I've noticed you have quite a nice tan, Alan ... seems you are outside lots without a shirt." I turn the wrench under the sink then stand up. Turning on the water, I check back under the sink to make sure the dripping is fixed before answering.The Man Across the Street фото

Turning around to face him, "I do, yes. And thanks for noticing, Ron. I love being tan in the Summer months - I wish I had the privacy at my house that you do here," saying as I look at him then casting my eyes out the window to his backyard. His home backs up to the hillside with privacy from the street on one side and no houses for a distance on the other.

"And why is that? You have a nice backyard with just some shade," saying without his eyes moving away from me. I had thought I might make him hesitant or uncomfortable with my reply but now I'm the one feeling just a bit inhibited. I shuffle my feet as I put my tools away in the toolbox.

"Well, um ... I like to sun myself in the nude." I find myself pausing, expecting him to say something and when he doesn't, I blabber onward. "I go to the Springs sometimes to a shop there, but it's not the same." The air conditioning has been running but I'm feeling a bit warm at the moment. "We're all done here, I should get going ... get out of your way." Ron reaches out to shake my hand thanks and it seems he holds the firm grip just a beat longer than I would expect.

Just as I take the doorknob in hand, "you know Alan, you are welcome to use my backyard most days. AnDrea never gets home until nearly 6, but I'm guessing you know that. Just like I know Michelle is home about 5:30. Most days." He has a wry smile on his wrinkled face. It's true, neighbors tend to know the comings and goings and with both of us on the corner, we see most of the cars. I hesitate a moment longer than I should ...

"um, wow Ron ... that's very nice of you to offer. I'm not sure I could impose that way," but he waves off my comment dismissively ... "I'll let you know. Have a good day." I walk across the street sure that he is watching me as I walk in my jeans and t-shirt. Inside my home, I replay the conversation precisely in my head. I have an idea where he was leading me, but I know for certain he's not the 'frail, older gentleman' I thought he was.

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All through the weekend, I find myself thinking about Ron's offer to sun nude AND thinking about Ron. He really surprised me last week. We've waved hello a couple times since as one of us was backing out of the garage but nothing more. Today, Monday is supposed to be 85 and sunny, and so I decide to call him up after both our wives leave for work. "Hey Ron ... Alan here, I hope I'm not interrupting," I say trying to keep my nerve up to ask. He tells me he's just finishing breakfast and looking at the market. "So, I was wondering if your offer stands ... you know, letting me get some sun in your backyard today?" The line is quiet for a moment before I hear his voice.

"Of course, Alan ... I'd say after 10:30, if that works." I tell him that's fine, "Good, good ... I have to get a couple things at the store and the sun doesn't hit the grass until then anyways. Just come on over when you want after that." I check my watch even though I know it's just before 9:00. I'm not sure why, but I shower and shave. And clean up my privates too as I shower. With a towel discreetly rolled up, I walk over in shorts and t-shirt at 10:45. I ring the bell and slowly exhale. Ron greets me with a wide smile and invites me into his home. We make a couple minutes of small talk before he suggests I head outside - since that's the reason I'm here.

Outside, I find an area not far off the porch that is just getting hit by the sun and figure this is a good place for my towel. I look both ways and decide that it is as private as I expected. "Can I bring you some water or sweet tea, Alan? AnDrea made some fresh this morning." I tell him the tea would be great - it sounds like a treat. I pull off my t-shirt then slip off my shorts and I'm naked in my neighbors yard. I'm lying face down when the slider opens and Ron steps outside with two tall glasses of sweet tea. "Oh you found a great spot - you'll have sun for hours if you like," he says while his eyes survey my back, butt and legs. Leaning down, he hands me a glass as I rise to my elbows. "I do see you have a nice tan - my ass is white as this concrete patio!" His laugh is warm.

He returns a couple minutes later and takes a seat in the shade against the house. He lights up a thick cigar and blows out the smoke. He's wearing shorts and a polo shirt with a wonderful Panama Hat. "You don't mind, do you? The smoke will blow away from you ... " I shake my head no. And it wouldn't be very good of me to say otherwise, given his generosity. He's sitting just south of me so his view is from my feet towards my butt ... I mean, if he's looking.

I try never to lay on one side longer than 20 minutes. I believe if I keep turning, I'm much less likely to burn. Glancing at my watch, I realized it was time to turn, to bare all to Ron. I took a sip of the tea then slowly rolled over onto my back. My dick is semi-soft - not turned on but definitely aroused - as I lay on my back and try to steal a glance at Ron. He takes the fat cigar from his lips, looks at the ashes on the tip and exhales a plume of smoke. Using the cigar as a pointer, "Now don't you burn that thing there, Alan ... that would hurt like a son of a bitch!" And again, that warm laugh though this time even louder.

Another 20 minutes and I've got a good perspiration going. My dick has straightened some as I fight back dirty thoughts. I push up and walk onto the deck, snagging my tea glass as I go. "I could use a refill, do you mind? Can I get you some?" He hands me his glass and tells me to help myself. I walk inside and feel instantly refreshed from the a/c. Back outside, I hand him the glass then take a seat opposite him in the shade. "I have to say, I was pretty surprised when you offered me over to sun naked ... I've taken you for a more reserved Southern Gentleman, Ron."

He leans forward with elbows on knees, "Well, you live 75 years like I have, you might have seen your share of naked men. And women, of course. You - and Michelle - seem like good people, interesting people to know and I do thank you for rescuing me more than once with your tool box." I roll his words around in my brain a bit before speaking. 'of naked men' keeps getting stuck and my dick rolls a bit on my inner thigh as it thickens by what he might be saying to me.

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I dropped over on Thursday for a couple hours of naked sun time though Ron was only there for the first hour. He had a doctor's appointment but had said that shouldn't stop me from using the yard. I was a little disappointed we didn't get to talk more - and I realized after Monday that I liked being watched. I slipped around the side when it was my time to go. Michelle and I just happened to run into Ron and AnDrea at the local brewery Sunday evening. We sat with them for a couple beers and a pizza made on site. Neither of us mentioned the sunbathing during the week but Ron did thank me again for fixing his leak. The women really didn't pay us much attention as they talked about work and local doings in town.

"Am I going to see you this week, Alan?" I told him I'd like that. "Good, I'll have AnDrea make some more of her sweet tea - you seemed to enjoy it last week. Maybe stop by after lunch - we can put something a little stronger than sugar into it ... " I had noticed his extensive liquor cabinet on my first fix it visit but he'd never offered me a drink. Until now.

Monday afternoon, just after 1:00, I rang the doorbell. Ron is in shorts but his shirt is unbuttoned. "Good to see you, Alan ... come in ... I just finished my smoke, was figuring you'd be here soon enough." Closing the door behind me, I slip off my shirt. It had to be 95 outside. We walk to the kitchen and he pulls out glasses and the tea. "I asked AnDrea to go very easy on the 'sweet' as I knew we'd be drinking it with it's own 'sugar'" He gives me a wink and that handsome southern grin he possesses. Ron opens the cabinet and pulls out a bottle of Bourbon ... handing it to me. It's nothing I'm familiar with but do note it's 90 proof. He pours a healthy shot - or two - into each glass then fills with the iced tea. Yep, it has its own sugar alright I realize as soon as I take a long sip.

We walk outside and I lay out my towel before slipping off my shorts. When I turn around, I realize Ron's sitting in his chair without his shirt. I try to admire his torso without staring. For an older man, he's quite fit with well defined arms and abs. Hell, for 75, he's a rock star. I catch him grinning, "Thank you for noticing, Alan ... yes, I do work out. I have a home gym in the basement. Now, don't let me hold you from getting your sun." He lights another fat cigar and blows smoke. I take a long drink then lay on my back with my hands behind my head.

As I am about to roll onto my belly, Ron stops me with his words. I look at him then move to sit on my cheeks as he begins to speak. "That tan of yours looks mighty good, Alan ... deep brown and ... adds accent to your ...," pointing once more with his fat cigar, "dick, there." I smile at the compliment as my feet seem to move apart just a little bit to allow him to look at my ... dick, there. "We've not spoken about this Alan, but I surmise that you ... on occasion ... have enjoyed the pleasure of men. I believe it's why you do not seem bothered at all by me sitting here and admiring your body while I have my cigar and today ... a drink." His directness surprises me before it doesn't.

My dick begins to stiffen, making that slow roll over my inner thigh as a dick does when it's becoming aroused. I do nothing to cover myself. Looking directly at him as he sits shirtless and near-motionless other than rolling his fat cigar between his fingers, "that is very astute of you, Ron. I'd say you too have enjoyed the pleasure of men." Ron finishes his iced tea - with Bourbon - and set the glass on the table. He puts his cigar on the ash tray as well. His hands unfasten the button and zipper before standing up and dropping his shorts to the deck. His very long cock hangs between his parted thighs. Low-hanging hairy balls complete the picture as he steps out of his shorts and sits back down after he's been sure to give me a good, long look.

"For over fifty years now," saying with his feet parted and his long cock hanging off the chair. "I have to admit - I've never had a man come on to me by asking to sunbathe at my house, Alan." I swallow the last of my tea. I know I wasn't coming on to him last week but after being here the first time, the idea certainly appealed. "Now then ... why don't you come over here and show me how appreciative you are of my ... hospitality." I have been a switch throughout my life but I've tended to be the Alpha, the one leading the action but with Ron ... he definitely knows he's in charge.

As I stand up, Ron throws a pillow on the deck between his feet. I look at him and smile then settle in between his bare feet. Right hand lifts his cock and I can feel the energy. I lift him up and press my hands all over his long cock. I can feel him begin to stiffen slowly as my hands press and rub all about his shaft. "Don't worry about me, Alan ... yes, I might use a blue pill with the mrs sometimes but I never need it with a handsome mouth like yours." My head tilts forward and I bring his meaty head to my lips. Mouth open and I paint his head against my lips. Left hand strokes his shaft as right hand slips under his low-hangers and feels the heft.

"I do like your manscaping, Alan ... I noticed right away last week." My cock is hard and pointing upwards against my belly. Mouth pushes a little further around Ron as he begins to stiffen to the action. He just casually sits back in his chair and brings the fat cigar to his lips. He has me where he wants me and we both know this. I begin to work a little more of him past my lips as he stiffens. Right hand strokes his shaft as left hand plays with his balls. I'm pretty sure I've never been with a rig - both the cock and balls - like my 75 year-old neighbor has. My tongue works around his shaft licking where my hand just stroked. My own slit begins to ooze pre I'm so fucking turned on by Ron.

When his meaty head pushes the back of my mouth, I look up at him with my brown eyes. "That's good, son ... real good ... but I want to tickle your nose with my pubes." A hearty laugh after blowing smoke into the air above us. I push deeper and feel the gag but suppress it as I relax and begin to give him my throat. My face moving up and down on his cock. When I pull back, I feel the 95 degrees with no breeze on my face. When I push down and take his cock into my throat, I feel the heat of his groin and smell his man musk. It's intoxicating. My eyes roll back when my lips press around his root. "Real good, son, that's real good ... "

I begin to long-stroke his cock with my lips and throat ... feeling his head running over my tongue with each stroke. Left hand holding his balls tells me his load is huge. He feels like a ten pound weight. "Now when I come, Alan ... I know you won't disappoint me." His cock is long and fat as I fuck it with my mouth. I feel his body tremble and I push down ... deeper still until I'm swallowing all of him and that's when he shoots. I hear his old man groan as his cock belches semen down my throat in a heated fury. I force myself to hold him even when it feels I might choke on all the cock and cum in my throat. When it seems he is finished, I slowly lift off his now not-so-hard cock and let if slap into his pubes coated in my saliva.

Ron casually checks his phone, "seems the ladies won't be home for a couple hours ... why don't you go inside and make us a couple more iced teas, Alan." My cock is aching but I stand up and straighten my legs before taking the glasses with me. My balls are aching too but I'm not sure how this afternoon will play so I fix the tea just like Ron did earlier. I replay all that he said to me while I was blowing him. I'm good that way - I don't forget anything I read or hear, no matter what I'm doing. At some point, he switched from Alan to son then back to Alan when he was finished. Being 56, I guess there is enough age gap to make it ... ~shaking my head to try and clear it~

Upon returning to the deck, I notice Ron's cock is already flaccid but still quite long. Apparently he's a show-er. Handing him the drink, he takes a solid pull "that's good, very good Alan ... I could get used to this." The this isn't clear if he means the iced tea or me sucking his cock. I move out into the sunshine and sit facing him as we casually sip iced tea and talk about the upcoming county rodeo.

As I stand to leave, pulling on my shorts then t-shirt ... "Alan?" I look to Ron. "This, you, were great this afternoon. We can call this one-and-done but you can keep coming over to tan yourself like you do. Or, tanning can just be the pretense. You decide - I'll honor either choice - but I know what I'd like." I nod and walk through the slider on my way to the front door.

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Ten days, three visits later ... My all over tan is very consistent and dark. Michelle asked me about it one night before bed and told her I was using Ron's backyard. She raised an eyebrow but told me she thought that was nice of him. She did ask if he tans too. I told her no, not really his thing. He's there sometimes and gone other times. He has said it's his way of thanking me for being his 'handyman'.

I ring the bell and follow Ron into the kitchen. "We're gonna switch it up today, Alan ... I think you'll like it. I mean, if you don't mind showing an old man some trust." I tell him it's fine, whatever he has in mind should be good with me. "Then take off your clothes and hop onto the counter there," saying as he points to the hardwood counter without the bar chair. He begins to slip off his shorts and I see his beautiful cock dangling. Ron walks over and moves between my legs. "I think it's time I have my own taste. You've shown yourself to be very accommodating and I've intentionally left you with blue balls. At least while you're with me - I have no doubt you go home and masturbate." I start to say something but he waves me off from speaking.

He leans over and takes my near-hard dick into his mouth without anything further. His hands are strong as they press on my thighs. He moves them up and down from knees to groin as he feels me stiffen in his mouth. His lips are pillowy soft even though they appear to be very thin when he smiles. I keep my balls shaved and just a tuft of brown pubes over my dick. If I wore a woman's thong, I suspect all the hair would be concealed. Ron's tongue is like a magicians wand moving around and over my shaft like a man who's been doing this for 50 years. His mouth feels like velvet as he begins to suck on me. I just lay back and try to relax as best as possible to make him work for my orgasm. He doesn't have to work long.

My hard dick now slides between his lips as he moves up and down. I have a nice dick but it's not long enough to reach his throat so I feel all tongue and lips pleasuring me. He slips my dick from his lips and coats two fingers with saliva before taking me back into his mouth. When the moist fingertips rub against my anus all I can do is mooooaaannn and my dick jumps in his mouth. Ron screws the two fingers into my butthole and I soon feel him pleasuring me on top and bottom. Two knuckles in, I cannot hold out any longer. I squirt my cum onto his tongue. He pulls hard and sucks hard ... his fingers twisting in my butt as I spurt and ooze my semen.

It's just sweet tea today but if tastes so good. Ron slips on his Panama Hat, lighter, cigar and his tea and walks outside. Now that it's out in the open, Ron sits naked out back during my visits. I lay on my side as Ron begins to talk. Over the past couple visits, he's begun to tell me tidbits of his long and varied history with sex and partners. I'm enthralled by his stories and have no reason to doubt anything he says. His present wife is twenty years his junior - they've been married 11 years. They have a good sex life but it's relatively vanilla. She knows about parts of his long history, his two prior wives and that he still sometimes meets with men. She knows I come over to tan naked. She knows I've given her husband a blow job. It's not something she would share with Michelle. Sometimes she stays over at lady-friends home.

"I hope the countertop was not too uncomfortable, Alan." I roll onto my belly but unlike the first visit, my face is now near where he sits. "I'm pretty fit but sometimes being 75 is fucking hard." His warm laughs accents his comment. "I could have gotten down there and sucked your dick but then you might have had to help me back to my feet and that really isn't dignified," a wink for emphasis.

 

"Fuck, Ron ... that velvet mouth of yours could take me anywhere and I wouldn't complain. That was the best blow I've ever had." He says something about learning a thing or three over the years from different male friends and lovers. "You have a nice dick, Alan. Not too big ..." the pause as I glance at his hanging, "it just fits in my mouth. Have you ever thought about stretching your scrotum? I love hanging balls - like mine." I shake my head no. I've worn cock rings over the years and bound my balls a few times but never thought about stretching them. "Well, just think on it. I can help you if you want. I've got all kinds of gear in storage."

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When I stop by a couple days later, it's earlier than usual. Just a little after nine, "wondering if you're still finishing your morning coffee, Ron?" He invites me in and pours me a cup, me asking for a splash of half-n-half or cream if he's got it. We sit and talk about the ballgame from last night. "I've been thinking about what you asked the last time ... I'd like to try it, if you'll help me." Ron's hand slaps down hard on the table and rises from his seat. By the doorway to the basement, he has a large wooden box. He brings it over to the table and opens the lid. Inside are all sorts of rubber, latex and metal rings.

"I knew you'd ask ... I have a real good feeling about you, son." I pick through the box and surprised how heavy some of them feel. "It takes time for the skin to stretch. Now, first thing's first - we need to measure your sac. Drop your pants." I lower my pants and stand there feeling surprisingly naked. Ron takes a tape measure and nods, "Good, one and a half inches, pretty average. I have some that will work for you I think." He fishes through the box and pulls out a couple made of thick black rubber and three made of steel. "Let's see how this steel one feels. You're the mechanic - you tighten it with this allen wrench. Just be careful not to pinch your skin."

I take a couple minutes fiddling with it before I get it tightened without pinching my balls. I'm glad I shaved this morning. Ron reaches down and gives it a firm tug. "Damn! That hurts, Ron." He gives his customary laugh then tells me he just wants to be sure it won't slip off. I'm surprised when he tells me it weighs half a pound.

"This one is a pound and this one is two pounds. You'll need to work up to these. We can use the rubber ones to stack so you can get use to how they feel. If you decide you like, I'll put you in touch with someone that can get you some nice looking rings." Just standing here, I swear I can feel the tug of the weight on my balls. "You going to tell Michelle? Show her?"

"I think ... well, I think I'll keep this between us until I decide if they are right for me. I start wearing a lot, of course I'll have to tell her. I really don't think she'll care." My hand feels the steel then how tight my balls are. "Takes some getting used to wearing, I suspect."

"Now pull your shorts up. I need to run over to the grocery store - grab a few things for dinner then I'll buy you coffee." It feels weird walking around the grocery - I'm sure everyone can see the bulge under my shorts. We grab a coffee and sit for a bit. "How's it feel, Alan?" I feel the tug for sure with every step, I tell him. "Just wait until you have to take a piss."

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Two months later and Fall is turning to early Winter quickly ...

I've been at Ron's two to three times a week for oral sex. I usually go down on him but occasionally he'll 'throw me a bone' and blow me. I've been wearing the rings regularly and finally told Michelle a couple weeks ago. Like I thought, she didn't have much to say though she did tell me a couple days later she thought my balls looked sexy.

"Damn, son, it's starting to feel like Winter out there most days. Nearly froze my ass off smoking this morning." I am walking through the door in jeans and a flannel. Ron is sitting on his overstuffed brown leather chair with CNBC on the television. He notes my gate is off just a bit and points to my crotch. I tell him I started wearing the third steel ring the past two days - three and half pounds of steel has my scrotum stretching and my balls aching a bit. "Well, god damn son, that's great to hear. Don't keep me waiting, lemme see!" Unbuttoning and unzipping, I push my jeans down around my ankles and boots. My dick is stiff and the steel has my scrote stretched, my balls a good two inches lower than they were.

Ron leans forward and fondles my balls. His thumb rubs over the steel. He puts his lips around my head and gives a firm suck while stroking my smooth ball sac. My eyes close and I softly moan. I haven't cum in five days and I'm quickly leaking pre onto his tongue. His mouth slides off my dick and I feel it bobbing in space with his hand still holding my balls. "Early on you told me you've often been the top with men but you probably figured out by now, I'm the Alpha Male. And it seems you like it this way with me, son." His mouth quickly closes around my head then pushes further up my shaft. He sucks and pulls, then once again, lets me fall out of his mouth.

"Why we don't go down to the gym," saying even as his hand keeps pressing on my balls. I've been coming over a couple mornings a week to work out in the gym with him - and occasionally AnDrea - but I really don't feel like working out today and I tell him. His warm laugh as he hears me out, "oh it's nothing like that, son.. I've got something I want to show you." I really can never say no to this man so I reluctantly reach down and pull up my pants.

We descend the stairs to the basement gym as Ron flips on the lights to illuminate. I'm curious about 'the something to show' but room looks as it was yesterday. The running machine for cardio and the weights just where they were when I used them last. "You know, you've never asked me what's beyond the curtain," saying as we walk through the gym area. He's right, I just always figured it was storage and the heavy black curtain kept the heat in the gym. Ron pulls the curtain back and I pass through. Sure enough, boxes on shelving greets my eyes. A dim light flickers on just beyond the shelves. I'm now in the lead as Ron lingers just behind me.

"Whoooaaaa," I exclaim, while stopping in my tracks. "Is that?" asking as I turn to see Ron with a big ol' shit-eating-grin on his face. I move forward and touch the leather swing chair mounted to the basement ceiling. and just beyond, a leather padded saw horse. "What the hell, Ron?" Asking even as I feel my stretched balls pulsing in my pants.

"I've told you some of my past, son ... My wide, varied and extensive past of tom fuckery. I've gotten rid of so much gear over the past twenty years but some things I just couldn't part with ... and yes, that's a sex swing." Ron watches me lightly finger the leather as he speaks. "I have truly enjoyed our past four months, Alan ... sure didn't think I'd find someone so close to home when I moved here. With the cold months fast approaching, I thought you would like to try some indoor activities with me."

I've never seen devices like these in person, only while watching porn. I've been with my share of men over the years but it was almost always oral sex, giving and more often, getting. That dynamic has definitely changed with Ron and I've enjoyed it to be honest. I know the horse is often associated with BDSM but he's never even hinted at that with me. As for the swing, I've seen it used for anal in the movies with men. That would certainly be a big step. And with the size of Ron's cock - a BIG step.

"If you're not ready to turn and leave, Alan ... why don't you get naked and try out the swing? We don't need to do anything you don't want to do - just see how it feels." Ron's way ... the Southern Gentleman way ... is always so smooth and friendly. By the far wall, I see a leather chair and wooden table with some sort of funnel hanging from the concrete ceiling. "Ah, you've noticed my indoor smoking chair," with a hearty laugh. There is a low pressure vacuum that pulls my cigar smoke directly outside ... a concession to AnDrea. "This is just like what I said to you after you gave me the first blow ... if this isn't your thing, we can go back upstairs and resume our shared manly pleasures as we have. But," a long pause, I'm sure for my benefit and not of hesitation, "I believe you are more than curious and being honest, more than willing."

He was right about curious and if I'm being truthful, I have long wondered what getting fucked would feel like. I have had Michelle's ass a few times over the years, usually when we've both been drinking. I enjoyed it but it always felt mentally different than fucking her vaginally. Like it was more a physical thing than a sexual thing. Ron doesn't say anymore, he lets me think on it. He walks over, takes a seat and I hear a low-level humming as he lights his fat cigar. The smoke is pulled into the funnel and I truly don't smell a whiff of his cigar.

I slowly unbutton my flannel shirt and slip it off my shoulders. I bend over and untie my boots, pulling them and the socks off my feet. This area has a padding that is spongy enough to give slightly when I walk or stand. My jeans slip off and I'm naked in front of my fully clothed neighbor enjoying his cigar. And the sight of my fit, tanned naked male body. I've seen a few different styles in porn, but this one seems to be rather elegant in design. My balls weighed down by three and half pounds of steel sway as I walk around the chair. My dick is firm at the thoughts of being fucked in this leather swing.

I back into the lower strap, pressing my ass against it and look at Ron. "That's it, son ... use that strap to support yourself then grab hold up above and lift yourself so your butt is resting on that strap and upper back against the next one." I do as he says, "now, lift a leg so you can put one foot in that stirrup up there then the other one." My right foot slides into one stirrup then the left into the other. The two stirrups are connected by one long leather strap so if I move one foot down, the other lifts higher. I lay back and feel myself supported by the two previous straps and one more that is behind my head. Ron blunts out his cigar, stands and walks toward me.

"You did that quite effortlessly - you sure you've never ridden one of these things?" His grin makes me smile as I told him no, never ... have never even seen a real one. "So obviously your dick and asshole are fully available to me in this swing. There is another set of straps that can slip around your thighs to keep you spread wider. Also, the strap behind your head can be released to lower your head ... you know, so you can take my cock in your mouth. And yes, this did come with cuffs for your wrists ... restraints, if you will. But we're in a consensual place so those would only be for fun. So ... how does it feel?" His right hand caresses my hard cock as he asks that question. This old fucker is so wicked.

I move, squirm a little bit really to find the right spot for the straps. "Surprisingly very comfortable, Ron. It's easy in and easy to get adjusted." He's standing between my spread open thighs playing with my dick. It's obvious the swing is just the right height for his cock to take my asshole.

"Well good, son ... very good. I want you to be comfortable always. Why don't I get some lube and just play with your anus." Even as he slowly strokes my dick, he looks up and I nod agreement. "We'll need to get you used to opening up a bit before I actually mount you, son ... we both agree, I am a lot to handle." His laugh has me smiling as he lets go of my dick. I watch as he opens a small cabinet and takes out a bottle then pulls a small table over with him. "You don't mind if I get a little bit more comfortable before I begin - I turned up the heat down here this morning so you'd not be chilly." He slips off his heavy sweater and reveals a black leather vest that fits nicely around his torso. He kicks off his loafers and removes his pants. He's wearing leather boxers with a very present bulge.

Ron walks around and adjusts a couple straps to lower my head and lift my ass just a few inches, "That will make it easier to see your anus ... those balls of yours are getting lower by the day, I swear. Seems it's time to talk to my guy for you." He moves back around and coats two fingers with lube. I jerk just a little when I feel his fingers against my pucker. It's been a long time since I've been touched there. Slow circular motions of the lube to slick my hole. Left hand once more plays over my dick. I'm leaking, leaving a definite wet patch on my pubes. His middle finger pushes, "take a deep breath and exhale slowly, son" ... and his finger pushes in as I exhale. Ron quickly pushes his second finger into me and I feel him twisting and turning as he screws them in deeper before slipping them nearly out of me.

"You're doing great, Alan ... just like I expect you would," He pulls them out and applies more lube while still pleasuring my dick to keep me hard and I'm sure, a bit distracted. Three fingers push in and this time I feel him go deeper as he begins to fuck me with them. I moan and squirm in the chair as his fingers stretch my hole. I feel my toes curl in the stirrups as he pushes and pulls, his fingers filling my sleeve. "A little deeper is your prostate ... a beautiful walnut of pleasure for the so inclined. I'm sure your doctor has felt it during your physicals ... it's essential for male health. And vitality. Some men can orgasm just by having their prostate stimulated, Alan. Did you know this?" My dick twitches and seeps with his words, his fingers in my ass and his hand on my dick.

He leans over and sucks my head into his mouth to taste my pre then lets me fall free. His fingers slip from my asshole and I audibly gasp at the sensation. "I think that's enough for our first session, Alan. I want you to feel what it's like but don't want your hole to hurt. And right now, I'm ready for you to swallow my cock." I nod and mumble a thank you for the fingering. My balls ache. My dick aches and I'm hoping before I leave, he'll get me off but I know that's usually not assured. Ron walks around and my head turns to follow him. He unsnaps his leather boxers and removes them. His cock is rock hard. I obviously pleased him and aroused him this morning. He unbuckles the strap behind my head and his hand cradles my skull as he lowers me. I'm looking at him upside down.

"Just hold onto those straps, I'll do everything today." My mouth opens instinctively and Ron pushes down on his long hard cock. His tip is wet and he slides over my tongue. I close around him once past the head as he's instructed me. He begins to push and pull, using my mouth as a cunt to fuck. He's so hard and so thick, I open my mouth to adjust my jaw and then I feel him already knocking on my throat. This angle, I offer very little resistance to be throat-fucked. I feel the chair swinging lightly as he grips my hands on the straps. He's holding my hands tightly against the leather as he fucks my mouth. I am at my most vulnerable I've been with Ron - or anyone - and yet I feel so at ease.

Ron starts swinging the chair to-an-fro and it's now as if I'm fucking him. My mouth slides around his shaft to the root and I breathe in his musk. My dick is so hard, my balls aching .... when he shoots his sperm down my throat. He groans and pulls me hard to his groin as he belches the thick gooey. I feel myself as I ... I cum all over my belly from being throat-fucked. He slowly withdraws from me and I roll my aching jaw. His fingers scoop up semen from my tanned belly, "Lift your head, son ... " as his fingers feed me my own semen. "Let's get us cleaned up and I'll buy you lunch ... can you believe you've been here three hours?"

##

Michelle took a few days over the Thanksgiving holiday to fly east and visit friends. We've often spent different holidays apart so this was really no different. For us, anyways. Ron and AnDrea were kind enough to invite me over for a day of football and eating. AnDrea loves to cook and having a 'third' allowed her to fix a couple dishes she hasn't had the chance to in a while. I have been regularly visiting Ron's swing with him 'educating my hole' as he likes to put it. We've advanced to a dildo nearly the size of his cock so he has deemed me ready 'to graduate'.

Just last Thursday ...

I knew what Ron had planned but it didn't mean I wasn't quite nervous. I showered, shaved my taint and asshole, and made sure I got cleaned out before heading across the street. Ron's southern grin greeted me at the door. It had been snowing all morning so I hustled inside and stripped off my ski jacket before I dripped too much snow on the entryway. We made a few minutes of small talk then I followed Ron downstairs.

We both got naked and placed our clothes in the small lockers Ron had found on-line. I kept some gym gear in mind as a backup. After all these months of sucking him, I still marveled at how long his cock is hanging down while in the relaxed state. He slipped his fingers around my scrotum without really touching my balls, "dammit son, you've done great work stretching these out ... damn good." Even I have been amazed how low they go. And Michelle? She tells me she just loves having them swing up and slap her pussy when I'm taking her doggy.

"Ready?" I climb onto the padded horse. We've previously adjusted the padded sideboards for my knees to rest comfortably. "Do you mind?" Ron asks as he slips the cuffs around my wrists then secures them to the horses front legs. My balls and soft dick hang off the other end. Ron secures straps just below my knees, just for fun he always says but I know he gets off on tying me down. I hear the table with the lube being set down behind me. "Last chance?"

I hear the question at the end but I know he'd be very disappointed and truthfully, so would I. "No, Ron - I want this." His fingers smear a healthy bit of gel around my smooth asshole. Two fingers almost immediately push inside me all the way to the last knuckle. In and out he gets me going with his fingers. My dick begins to firm but is pressed against the end of the horse. Over the next minutes, three then the fourth finger twist and push going ever wider in my asshole. I moan at times, stifle a whimper when the fourth finger spreads my ring to what feels like the breaking point.

Ron's left hand occasionally strokes my thigh or my butt as he twists and pushes. The tops of my feet are pink from slapping the black leather. He pulls nearly out then I feel a girth I haven't previously felt. His thumb. "Now, now son, just keep breathing deep and exhaling slowly." His words are like honey and immediately drop my heart rate a few beats. Ron's hand twists up then down as he keeps forward pressure. "There you go, relax ... just relax ... almost there ... " and with that, his fist pops inside my butt. I clench my teeth and hiss as he pushes further and I close around his wrist. 'oh fuck, oh fuck i think ... i have his whole fist in my asshole.'

Ron's left hand strums my hard shaft. His fingers press the underside, press the frenum and I drip pre down the horse. Damn that feels good I think to myself. Ron's right hand twists and he pushes and pulls as if throwing little punches in my bowels. My dick is rock hard as his gently rubs the sensitive spot under the head. My dick is leaking continuously as he rubs. His fist in my ass is making me crazy and I squirt semen all over the horse and floor. I cry out with the release and I hear that warm laugh from Ron.

Some minutes later, Ron is sitting naked in his leather chair with the vacuum pulling smoke from the room. I'm between his legs lazily sucking on his cock. He's mostly in my mouth and seems to be enjoying the casual attention. I won't lie, my asshole and whole bottom aches after taking his fist. "I haven't done that in too long, Alan ... putting my fist in a man's ass makes me feel like a MAN. Now then, get me off." I wrap my lips firmly and feel him edge forward on the chair. More of his long cock pushes through my lips with his head snaking into my throat. He begins using my mouth as the hand that was just in my ass, cradles the back of my head. Humping my face, telling me how good I feel sucking his cock on my knees ... Ron shoots thick stream into my gullet and pushes me off of him.

 

So I arrive in another snow storm a little after ten for football. Ron hands me a coffee and we go outside so he can have a cigar. We stand against the house today out of most of the wind and snow. "Yes, Michelle got there safely on Tuesday. Seems like she traveled between the storms. She's happy I'm eating with friends." He offers me his recently lit fat cigar. He's been trying to sell me on smoking them since shortly after we first met. I've always said no, not my thing, blah blah ... I may be curious but I'm more concerned Michelle would have a fit if I started smoking them. Of course, if she only knew what else I was putting in my mouth ...

Today? I reach out and slip it between my fingers. "Well, god damn son ... you still surprise me! Now go slow, just suck in a little smoke then hold the smoke in your mouth to taste the flavor ... then exhale it all out." I do as he says and find it not like I thought it would be. Ron nods to do it again then takes it back from me. "It's a lot like sucking cock, ain't it?" His laugh warms me up.

"Wellllll I'm not so sure it's like that but ... "

"Next time, I'll bring one out for you ... now let's go in and see the kick-off" As we walk in and slip off our coats, AnDrea offers us fresh coffee and warm cookies. "You're never gonna believe me ... Alan here took a couple puffs on my cigar! I'm gonna change his life!" AnDrea laughs softly and says something about having already done that ...

I swear, AnDrea provides so many snacks and treats that I'm not sure I can even eat by the time dinner rolls around at 5:00. Ron carves the meat and the table is covered with so many side dishes I'm thinking these two will have leftovers for days. We laugh and drink a little more all through the meal. "Now don't forget Ron ... tomorrow I'm meeting Shelly for breakfast around 8:30 then we're doing some shopping in the city before hitting craft shows. I doubt I'll be home before dinner." AnDrea looks from Ron to me, "You are welcome to keep Ron company and help with the leftovers ... " She finishes with a smile that says she knows what we're doing tomorrow.

A bit after 9:00 am, I knock on the door and slip inside out of the ever-present snow. Ron walks from the kitchen with two cups of coffee and hands me one. "We good to go?" I know he's asking that I'm clean more than if I'm ready to get fucked.

I take a sip - he always has the best tasting coffee - "yes, Sir ... as you've taught me." A light rinse then a thorough cleaning to be sure. I'm just wearing sweat pants as I knew we'd be alone and didn't figure to be dressed long anyways. I am tenting the front even as my balls hang down one leg hole. He motions and I pull my pants down to my ankles. Ron whistles at all the weighted rings I had on my scrotum. My balls hang over six inches now and right now my dick is a lazy 'S' of mid-arousal.

"You've taken to those rings like you've been stretching all your life. I'm really impressed - you might hang lower than me now days. Another cup and a short smoke or ... you just want to get to this?" Even after taking his fist last week and the big dildo, I have to say I'm thoroughly nervous about the size of his cock inside me.

I pull up my sweats, "how about a few puffs to shake off my nerves ... if that's alright?" We refill our cups and Ron grabs two cigars and the lighter. We stand side-by-side against the wall and I exhale a small plume. He knows I'm nervous, but excited too.

"You're getting the hang of this too," rolling his cigar in his fingertips "a fast learner you are. I appreciate that. Now you know I'll go at a pace but you let me know if you need to stop. No harm there." With cigar between his lips and cup in left hand, his right hand reaches over and gropes my dick through the sweatpants ... "uh huh, just as I suspected about you son ... " He let go, takes the last swallow of coffee and stubs out his cigar. I do likewise. We walk down the stairs. I veer off to take a piss in the small bathroom he had built out after arriving.

We are nearly naked when he hands me something leather. It's a harness that goes across my chest and under my armpits. A steel ring in the middle of my chest. "This is real MAN fucking, Alan ... I want us both to look and feel the part. I put it on over my head and look in the mirror. Naked, leather chest harness and multiple steel rings making my balls hang mid-thigh. By now, most of my Summer tan has faded away. "And yes, before you ask ... I took a half dose of V ... getting hard for you to suck me is not a thing but I wanted to be sure today." I looked at his beautiful cock and he was semi-hard and looking quite long and thick. "Before you get in the swing, be a good man and give me some suck." I moved over and kneel down before Ron, taking his cock into my mouth.

I suck him for a few minutes and feel him grow erect in my mouth. He pumps a few times to be sure then slips out and admires his own size. "Mmmmm that's great ... with the V, I'll be hard for longer than you'll want me to be, son. Now get on up in that swing and show me your ass!" I stand and slip into the chair. It feels second nature by now. I slip my feet into the stirrups and scoot down on the straps so my ass is quite exposed. While I'm getting sorted, Ron slips into his get up for the day. He appears wearing the tight black leather vest and a matching pair of crotchless leather chaps. And his cock is rock hard.

"Damn, Ron ... you do look like the MAN. Can you ... um, strap me in ... I want to feel like I have no choice." He nods, smiles ... I feel tight straps around my thighs keeping me spread open. He cinches the cuffs around wrists and secures them as well. I give both a tug, a hard tug and smile. "Thank you."

Ron smears a bit of goop on my anus and the head and shaft of himself. He walks right up between my legs and presses his head under my balls. I feel him against me. I inhale and exhale slowly. He begins to penetrate me and I feel his meaty head push inside me. "So damn tight ... " Ron begins slowly ... pushing forward, pulling back so I get used to the feel and the rhythm. I can feel my hole begin to ache as his girth stretches me for minutes. "Half way, you're doing good." 'Half way I think. it feels like he's crawled inside me.' I just nod and breathe. He begins to hold then slowly stroke my dick that is rock hard now. His left hand grips my thigh, my hip as he begins to fuck. I feel the swing moving now as our bodies connected move together. I start moaning from pleasure and pain. "That's it ... i'm almost there."

My belly feels twisted as his head pushes into my guts over and over. He is moving me on the swing as he strokes my dick. I'm so wet on my belly from precum as I feel his shaft pushing over my prostate. We are fucking ... "that's it Alan ... I'm fucking you ... you have all my cock inside you, you fucking man you ..." I can hear the excitement in Ron's voice as he's bottomed out inside me. That first invite to tan naked at his house has led to this moment. We move up and back on the swing. His long cock filling and leaving me over and over and fuck it feels good inside me. His hand tugs and I feel my dick squirt. I cum a long arching stream that lands on my chin and chest. I've never cum this hard I swear as this Southern Gentlemen fucks me.

He slows the pace and I find myself panting and exhausted and aching and yet ... he's still hard inside me. He wasn't kidding about the V. Ron's right hand reaches out and catches the ring on my chest harness. He pulls me towards him until my ass is pressed against his groin and all his long cock is buried in my sleeve. "I'm going to ride you now. I'm going to ride you hard and fuck your pretty, tight ass. Daddy's gonna fuck you until he cums, you understand?" There it is, I heard him say it after all the months of calling me son ... "There's just one thing ... you gotta ask Daddy to fuck you." I look at him. I squirm on him. I clench on him.

"Please Daddy ... fuck me," Ron releases the ring immediately and he becomes someone else. Someone much younger with a lifetime of virility inside him. He slams my ass against his groin over and over. My balls bounce on his cock when he pulls back then flips to my groin when he thrusts. I can see the muscles in his arms as he rides me. I can see the strain on his face as he fucks me with abandon. His back arches and I feel nothing but hot liquid in my bowels. He cums hard in my butthole and stays buried inside me for minutes it seems.

It's a little before 1:00 when we are back outside finishing the cigars we started earlier. We've showered and I've sat on the toilet to try and drip him out of me. The wet spot in my sweat pants says he's still oozing. "You have a tight ass, Alan ... we do that too often, I'll break you ... besides, I like your pretty mouth."

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