In-laws

I’m Ian, I live, with my wife, Sue, in Luton; our k**s are both away at university. Sue’s mother lives in Carlisle (a safe distance!), but she had recently spent some time in hospital. We had driven up to see her, and I had just about survived the journey; but now that she’d been discharged, Sue wanted to go and see her again and spend a couple of nights there.

Sue’s sister, Maddie, lives in Leeds and she, too, wanted to go and spend some time with the old lady. Now Sue (are you still with me?) doesn’t like to drive long-distance, so we both arranged to take a couple of days off work, drive up to Leeds on Friday, spend the night at Maddie’s, and then Sue and Maddie would go up to Carlisle (with Maddie driving) on Saturday and get back to Leeds on Monday, when I would drive Sue home. I didn’t want to go to Carlisle, nor did David, Maddie’s husband; but even if we’d wanted to, there was only one spare room at their Mum’s so, poor us, we would have to miss out on the trip.

David and Maddie’s son, like our two, was at university, so David and I had the house to ourselves after we waved the girls (girls!) off on Saturday morning. The plan was beer, footie on Sky, more beer, probably more beer, and a takeaway curry. Sounded good.

I gave David a hand on Saturday morning as he got out his lawnmower and cut the grass; helped him tidy a few borders and we even shifted some flags he had stacked up that had been too heavy to move on his own. Although it was only March, it was quite a warm day, and we’d worked ourselves into a sweat by the time we’d locked everything in the shed and gone back into the kitchen for a beer. The next agenda item was to watch the early kick off game with a pizza and beer, but I felt too grubby to sit and relax.

‘Mind if I nip up and grab a quick shower before the game?’

‘Sure, no problem, I might follow you.’

I went upstairs and stripped off in the bathroom and was about to get into the shower when I realised I’d left my soap bag in the spare bedroom where Sue and I had slept the night before. I tied a towel round my waist and went out of the bathroom towards my bedroom. As I passed David and Maddie’s room, I glanced in and saw David. He was standing, completely naked, wanking himself in front of a full length mirror. He doesn’t have a great body, he’s a typical forties bloke like me, but the sight of him standing there was riveting. His cock was jutting out rigidly and he was stroking it quickly. He looked as if he wasn’t far from cumming as he arched his back and bent his knees. I could feel myself aroused and I could do nothing about my towel which was tenting in front of me; I put my hand on the bulge in the towel, and squeezed my thickening cock through the cloth.

David didn’t last much longer and globs of spunk flew out of his cock and landed on a towel he’d placed on the floor. I really shouldn’t have stayed there to watch, but I couldn’t resist; I’d never seen another man wank himself off and I found it to be quite a turn on (what the fuck?). I certainly should have got out of the way as he finished himself, but I didn’t, and as he relaxed after his climax, he was suddenly aware of his audience (and I was still clutching my cock through the towel). He grabbed his towel from the floor and held it to his groin, face bright red and mouth struggling to make coherent sounds. I, too, could feel myself blushing and I mumbled something about getting my shampoo as I hurried to the spare bedroom.

Sitting down to watch the footie was very uncomfortable. David had heated up the pizza, and we’d grabbed beers and arranged ourselves in front of the TV, but conversation was reduced to short phrases and grunts. Neither of us could make eye contact.

The game started so we were able to divert our attention for 45 minutes. At half time I got up to go for a pee; when I returned, David looked up at me.

‘I’m…er…sorry about that before. Should have shut the door but…er…’

‘Don’t worry about it,’ I said, relieved the subject had been broached, ‘We all do it. It’s me should apologise for watching.’

‘Thing is,’ I continued (shut up…shut the fuck up…shut the actual fuck up), ‘I thought it was a bit of a turn on watching you.’ (What? How much beer had I drunk?)

‘Did you?’ He relaxed a bit, obviously relieved that the initial embarrassment had been dispelled. ‘Really?’ He added, in disbelief.

‘Erm…yeah, god knows why. I even got a hard on…’ I really don’t know when to shut up.

‘Mm, yes, I did notice that, but…’

The game restarted, mercifully ending our ridiculous conversation before I could say anything else stupid. But I was only safe until the final whistle, because I’d obviously piqued David’s interest.

‘So, how come you were turned on by a middle-aged bloke having a wank?’

‘Hell’s bells, Dave. I don’t know. I’m not queer or anything – I’ve not been with a bloke since Peter Caldwell and I used to suck each other’s dicks after swimming class when we were in the third form, and I think that was fairly normal behaviour for ***************** *********ts who had never touched a girl but who had raging hormones’.

‘Ha, yes, my pubescent squeeze was an ugly lad called Nigel Farrow. I’d forgotten him.’

‘If I’m honest,’ I continued with both feet, ‘Sue and I haven’t been, you know, much, recently. I think she’s been worried about her Mum, and there’s been a couple of other…well, you know. Not getting it. It’s been DIY for a while. Thank god for the internet.’

‘Mm…do you look at blokes wanking on-line? Or even bumming each other?’

‘Gay porn?’ This was getting embarrassing again, ‘Sometimes, I suppose…do you?’

‘To be honest, I do occasionally, for a bit of variety, you know. It’s like sometimes I’ll wank over teens, and other times I’ll look at old birds. Depends on my mood. Watching someone wanking does gives me a hard on, though. Bumming I’m not so sure about…I’ve never fancied getting shit all over my helmet.’

‘Yeah, I think they do a lot of cleaning up before they film it…not sure about queers in real life, if they mind a bit of shit…depends, I suppose.’ I think this was officially qualifying as the weirdest conversation I’d ever had…

‘It’d put me well off. But wanking…and sucking, too…I don’t mind that. Maybe we’re all a bit bi…’

Trouble was, even though this had started out embarrassing, I think we were both getting into it. I’d not had a frank discussion about sex with another male since I was about s*******n; and I admit, I was enjoying the experience, the honesty. I suppose it was a bit like a confessional – and neither of us was going to break confidence after what had happened upstairs; we were both a little ashamed of ourselves.

‘That explains why watching me wanking got you going, too. Pity you didn’t come in and join me.’

‘That would have killed your mood, given the look on your face when you realised I was watching.’

‘True, it felt like being caught by my Dad.’

‘Oh well, I know now. If I catch you again, I’m to join you.’

We both laughed at this, but I don’t think I was alone in wondering if that was actually going to happen. The conversation was interrupted by both of us getting messages from our wives to tell us that, after stopping for lunch in Skipton, and terrible traffic through the Lakes, they had arrived safely in Carlisle.

The mood broken, we decided to go down to David’s local and have a couple of pints and play darts until the evening kick off, watch the game there and come back home with curry and more beer.
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We’d cleared up from the curry, all the cartons in the bin and the empties on the draining board. sleepy from all the beer, we were sipping a decent malt I’d brought with me, and listening to David’s (fairly vapid) choice of CD. I could feel myself drifting off, when David spoke.

‘I’ve got a DVD that’s better than anything you’ll see on a porn site – a bloke at work burned it for me – do you want to have a look?’

‘Go on, then – how’s it better than on-line?’
David was rummaging behind some car magazines on a low bookshelf, ‘It’s back here, somewhere, got to keep it well hidden.’ He pulled out a slim sleeve, and extracted the disc which he placed in the player under the TV. ‘It’s high definition, not fuzzy like on-line, and some of the girls in it – well, I’m not sure they’re even legal.’

‘Eh? It’s not k**dy stuff is it?’

‘Christ, no. But instead of dressing tarts up to look like teens, these really do look young and fresh. Don’t worry, nothing dodgy, just classy.’

He started the player and it was okay, lots of very nice girls doing the usual girl on girl stuff, but nothing that wasn’t readily available online – I think David hadn’t been looking in the right places. But it was certainly worth watching, if only my eyelids weren’t so heavy. The beer, the curry and the malt were making me drowsy and I kept drifting off.

I woke suddenly, I think I’d started to snore, and looked around. David was grinning at me, obviously I had started to snore! I didn’t feel quite so drowsy now, and I realised he was sitting on the sofa with his jeans around his ankles, gently stroking his cock as he watched the antics on the 48-inch screen.

‘No stopping you,’ I laughed.

‘Why don’t you join me?’

I presume he meant have a wank to the TV porn, but I took him literally. I got off the chair I’d been slumped in and half walked, half shuffled over to the sofa and knelt in front of him – only inches from his cock. I was pretty hard myself by now, and I didn’t bother to think through my actions. I pulled off his trainers and then dragged his jeans off, tossing them to one side of the sofa. All the time his stiff cock was in the centre of my vision. I picked up his feet and pushed him so that he was now lying along the sofa, wearing only a t-shirt, completely naked from the waist down, and fully erect. Neither of us had spoken. His arms were by his sides, his cock unattended, so I reached out and stroked it, tentatively, with the flat of my hand. David made a low groan in his throat.

As I stroked it, I began to curl my hand around his cock until I was stroking it properly, a true expert wank motion. David’s cock is quite fat, fatter than mine, so it felt strange – very nice, though – and he is uncut, so I had the pleasure of pulling on his foreskin, something I have been denied myself. As the head was bared, I could see precum glistening in the slit of the purple knob; I pulled the skin right down so that I could see the whole helmet, and rubbed my thumb round the ridge. David groaned some more.

‘The fuck’s happening here?’ he asked.

My hard on was very uncomfortable by now in my own jeans, so I let go of David’s cock to unfasten my belt and zip and yank my jeans off, kicking off my trainers at the same time. I pulled my jumper over my head so that I was completely naked, I was getting very warm. David took off his t-shirt and lay back down, as naked as me. As I knelt by him, resuming my stroking of his big cock, he reached a hand down and grabbed hold of mine, which was pushing against the sofa, and slowly started to wank me, in time to my movements on him.

Unable to resist the engorged knob any longer, I ducked my head and, with the tip of my tongue, flicked the slit, tasting the precum. I repeated the action until my tongue was flickering across his knob rapidly. Then I licked further down, beneath the foreskin, to get at the rim of his helmet. I pulled the skin back again, and rolled my tongue around the helmet, licking like it was melting ice-cream. As I pushed my tongue further down the head, my upper lip encountered it, and then my whole mouth encircled the end of his cock.

David had stopped wanking me, his hand had dropped limply to the floor, as he lay back, eyes closed, and concentrated entirely on the sensation of my mouth on his cock. My gag reflex isn’t trained like a porn actor’s, and I couldn’t possible deep throat him, but I was able to take the whole head into my mouth, and suck deeply on it, tasting the salty musk of his cock. As I sucked, I continued to stroke, and, I suppose, I should have expected what happened next, as David thrust at me and my mouth filled with his hot cum. I didn’t feel like swallowing, so I spat it out into my open hand and rubbed it onto his cock, continuing to wank him until he pushed me away.

‘Thanks, Ian. I…that is…’

‘K…’ I couldn’t think of anything to say…

I was still very horny, my cock was rock hard, I’d found wanking and sucking David an incredible turn on, but unless I was going to do it myself, I couldn’t see what was going to happen next.

‘It’s your turn now, mate.’ Ian said as he stood up from the sofa, his damp cock softer now.

I stood up as well and we faced each other as he reached between us and took hold of my throbbing cock, gently squeezing and stroking it. To my surprise, he dropped to his knees and begin to suck on my cock without any hesitation. All inhibitions seemed to have gone, no taboos, no restraint. His hands were clutching my bum cheeks as he sucked me enthusiastically. Then he really shocked me, pushing a finger into my hole; my first reaction was to clench, but as he pushed, I relaxed and let him finger me. He took his mouth off my cock long enough to spit on his fingers and went back to probing me, pushing his hand up between my legs, my balls against his wrist; something that had never happened to me before.

I couldn’t help thinking he’d been reading up on prostate massage, because I could feel him tickling the bump up my arse, and it was driving me crazy, especially combined with the sucking I was getting.

He took his mouth off me and began to wank me, continuing to massage me with the other hand, so it wasn’t long before I could feel my climax building. I muttered some sort of warning, and then came massively on his face. The stimulation carried on for another few seconds until I’d finished shuddering, and then he let go of me and we both collapsed, naked, side by side, onto the carpet. Completely drained and, in my case at least, after the best orgasm I could ever remember having.

‘I need a wash,’ he said eventually, and went into the cloakroom to clean up his hands and face.

I lay there, still exhausted, idly fondling my cock as I recalled the last half hour of frenzied gay sex which I’d just enjoyed. Was it gay? Or is it just normal for a couple of guys to get each other off in the absence of female company? I know when I walk down the street I admire pretty girls: nice bums, tits, legs; I’ve never once looked at a bloke and fancied him, so I know I’m not gay. What does bi mean? You’ll do it with anyone? Am I really bi? Or did I just need sexual release?

‘No need to say the wives never get to hear about this?’ David said as he re-entered the room.

‘Definitely. Just between us. Absolutely shtum.’

‘Are you having any regrets?’

I thought about it, ‘No, I’m not, it was fucking good. I’d like more.’

‘There’s all day tomorrow – what did you have in mind?’

‘I don’t know, I’ll sleep on it.’ I grinned, ‘I’m knackered anyway, I’m off to bed, we could have an energetic day tomorrow!’

As we gathered our clothes and turned everything off, David reached out and gave my limp cock a squeeze.

‘Night. See you in the morning.’

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I’d had trouble getting to sleep, so many thoughts and images were in my mind, and I’d been unable to catch up with my sleep in the morning, so I’d been up quite a while, even having gone to Tesco for some stuff, before David came blearily into the kitchen, drawn by the smell of the fresh pot of coffee I’d made.

There was a bit of awkwardness at first until I took a deep breath and asked, ‘Any bad feelings about what happened yesterday?’

‘Can’t say I’m completely comfortable – what they call a “paradigm shift” I believe – but I can’t deny I enjoyed myself, and as long as it stays just between us two, I don’t think there’s any harm. No, no bad feelings. Je ne regret rien.’ He laughed.

‘That’s good, because I really got off on it. Look,’ I took a breath, ‘I’m not sure I was completely honest yesterday…when I spoke about gay porn…I do get off on it. The conversation started because I’d caught you wanking, so I wasn’t in the right state of mind for a full confessional. But after what…we did, there’s no point keeping secrets. Thing is, you helped me fulfil some of my fantasies – I would never have told you, or hit on you, or anything – but I’ve wanted to wank someone else for a long time; and getting to suck you off was a dream come true. But you really took it a stage further…I’m into butt plugs, you know, shoving stuff up my bum. I’ve got several butt plugs, I’ve used two or three prostate vibrators; I’ve even got a dildo – a plastic cock to shove up. All that’s ok, but when you massaged my prostate and made me come, well, that was fucking incredible. I’ve never shared any of this with Sue, and never asked her to finger me, so…’

‘Wow, I’d no idea, I…’

‘No, of course you didn’t, it just happened, and it was brilliant.’ I paused, wondering how I was going to say what I wanted to say…

‘Thing is, er, thing is…how do feel about sticking your dick in my arse?’

As David opened his mouth to reply, I held up my hand, ‘Hear what I have to say. I’ve never been fucked in the arse, and it isn’t easy, but I’ve practised with plugs and things, and as long as we’re patient, it might work. I made sure I was clean; after I had a good shit this morning, I cleaned myself out with my facecloth wrapped round my toothbrush. When I went to Tesco, I didn’t just get croissants and the Sunday Times, I bought some KY jelly and some Durex, so you won’t get dirty. I even bought a replacement toothbrush and face cloth.’ I laughed.

‘So, don’t answer. Have your breakfast than go and have a shower. When you’re dry, it’s up to you. Come into my bedroom and try to fuck me, or we could just have a wank together, or get dressed, come downstairs and read the paper. Up to you.’

David nodded thoughtfully, finished his coffee, and went upstairs. I tidied up a bit and then went up, too. I left my bedroom door open, undressed and lay on the bed. I opened the Durex packet and got the KY ready, putting a dollop on my hand and started to finger myself with one hand and gently wank with the other.

I heard the bathroom door open and David padded along to his bedroom. He didn’t close the door, I wasn’t sure whether or not that was a good sign, and then I heard him come towards my room. As he appeared in the doorway, my heart skipped a little; he was naked and very erect, so it wasn’t go to be a total rejection.

He walked over and knelt on the bed, between my legs, both of our cocks were standing rigidly to attention. He looked me in the eye, gave a little rise of his eyebrows, then opened a Durex and rolled it onto his cock. We were going for it!

‘We’ll need a ton of lube to get going,’ I explained, ‘Slather it all over your knob and put a load on my hole, too. Then push gently, I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.’
I brought my feet right up to my buttocks and raised myself up to meet his cock. He tried to push it in but no luck, so he started to poke his fingers in, stretching the muscles a little, as he had last night. He tried again with his cock and this time the head started to go in. I grimaced in pain and he stopped immediately – I was glad he could see my face – when I nodded, he pushed again, and this time got further in. He pulled out and applied more lube and then put the head in once more, and this time it slipped past that hard ring of muscles and the pain ebbed away.

‘Just slide it in and out for a bit – just a couple of inches – until I get comfortable.’

After a while, I was more relaxed and raised my bum to meet him, and he started to push further in. His cock is very fat, a lot bigger than anything I’d shoved up there, but he was gentle, taking great care not to hurt me. Eventually he was able to start fucking me properly, we got into a nice rhythm, and as the rim of his cock head was rubbing my prostate, I began to leak fluid from my own cock which had gone quite soft once he was in me properly.

Incredibly, even though my cock was soft, I could tell that I was going to cum soon, obviously just from having my prostate massaged – something I had tried to do on my own, but never succeeding in doing. As my prostate milk was flowing from my cock, David was speeding up, my tight man-cunt bringing him to a climax which he emptied into the Durex. I was a little sorry not to feel his hot spunk shooting into my colon.

He collapsed down on me, breathing heavily as both of us were, for the time being, utterly spent. I pushed him to one side, and his softening cock slipped from my hole, the Durex heavy with his cum. I pulled it off him and wrapped it in a tissue. He dipped his fingers in the milky liquid which had flowed from my cock as it pooled on my belly, and then surprised me by kissing me gently on the mouth. My lips parted, and the tips of our tongues entwined as we basked in the glow of our lovemaking.

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