An obviously good friend and I had just finished a prolonged and torrid blow job session and were lying back enjoying a cigarette and idle conversation. He was hesitant at first but as he told his fascinating story, the words began flowing into a tale that kept me rapt for almost a half an hour teetering on a precipice in anticipation waiting for the next sentence. Respecting both their confidentialities, I will relate what was told to me as a third party and of course insert assumed names. I will call my friend Cory.

It is a tranquil community of no more than a dozen year round homes nestled by a large but shallow lake. The fishing is good, especially bass and Cory often went out on his secluded dock to throw in a line. He and his neighbor Mark were always very good friends and although never really hung out together, always shared a chat or coffee when ever they could. Mark's wife had suffered from an incurable illness for three years and finally succumbed. Mark was devastated and became somewhat of a hermit.

A heavy rain left three inches of water in Cory's small boat and as he was bent over bailing it out, he realized his "short" shorts was revealing three quarters of his round ass and not only that, Marty was on his dock just staring. Cory pulled up his pants and gave Marty a wave; they exchanged pleasantries and a smile. A couple days later Cory sat on the dock juggling his fishing pole when he spied Marty bent over on his dock almost emulating the scene from the other day. His shorts were low, really low baring almost his entire ass and hairless ass crack. Cory was surprised but never took his eyes off Marty's beautiful display. There was no doubt he was doing it on purpose. "What the fuck does all that mean?" Cory thought.

The two men had not seen each other for most of the week and pretty well on schedule, Cory went out on his dock after dinner to throw in a line. Since no one could see from either side, Cory wore his daily garb of shorts with no underwear and no shirt in order to drink in the warm sun. He had only been there a few minutes when Marty walked down the stairs to the dock greeting Cory with a grin from ear to ear. Cory sat in the middle flanked by two empty deck chairs and offered Marty to sit down. "No, that's okay," replied Marty, "I will just sit here," and he sat on the deck no more than two feet in front of Cory. Cory's right leg was crossed over his left and as he glanced down, he could see the tip of his cock and some of his balls showing openly.

Marty saw it too and made no motion to hide what he was admiring. Cory began getting hard which again was noticeable on Marty's face. As Cory's cock became harder, the cock head slowly made its way out into the open. Marty made twisting motions where he sat in an attempt to get his dick to appear as well and when both men were at the height of their foreplay, Dan another neighbor from down the street, came bounding down the stairs with a, " Hi guys, what's happening?" Marty immediately got to his feet and Cory adjusted his shorts. For days the frustration and confusion ran through Cory's mind unknowing but learning later, the anguish was also going through Marty's thoughts. Cory was cutting his grass when Marty waved from his front porch. Cory shut off his riding lawn mower and the two men exchanged the usual weather observations. And then the words finally came into reality.

"Could you give me a hand moving a dresser?" Marty questioned.

Without hesitation Cory offered to help and strode over to his neighbors porch. "Come on in," Marty invited, "care for a beer?" Declining, Cory suggested they get right to the dresser. "It's in the upstairs bedroom," Marty directed and led the way up the short flight of steps. Cory could notice a quiver of nervousness in Marty's voice and his hands shook slightly, traits Marty had never shown before. The men faced each other in the medium sized bedroom, Marty wearing a T shirt, shorts and sandals and Cory in his usual bare chest, shorts and moccasins. "This is the brute," Marty said pointing to a six drawer solid oak hunk of furniture.

"Maybe I had better move this rug," Marty suggested and bent down and on cue as if planned, let his shorts slide down the back of his round, bulbous bum having an immediate impact on Cory's hardening cock. "You have a great looking ass," Cory blurted, "is the rest of you as nice?" Bold words, what if all the signs were mistaken? What if Marty tells him to get out of his house? What if ....? All his silent questions were answered when Marty stood upright and let his shorts fall to the floor. He stood still, sheepish, truly not knowing what to do next, waiting for Cory's next move.

The bulge in Cory's shorts grew larger and larger as he observed Marty's smooth, love-handled torso, hair around his crotch accentuating his tight balls and six inch, uncut hard cock. Marty never stirred, pants down, trembling in anticipation and fear one would expect from a child about to be touched by an adult. But Marty was a man, a man with man feelings and needs, and Cory wanted that man.

He walked over to Marty and placed his hand on Marty's cock, obviously the first touch of any kind Marty had felt in almost two years. Marty's body wilted and his cock stiffened beyond skin range and tears ran down his cheeks. Cory slipped his fingers into the corners of his shorts and in one motion dropped them to his ankles. Without looking, Marty fisted Cory's cock and slowly moved the foreskin back and forth. They explored each other's chest, bum cheeks and crack, balls and cock. Cory went to his knees and holding Marty's cock in his hand, wrapped his lips around the hard knob head, then deliberately and deftly, engulfed the entire hard on deep into his moist mouth. Marty's body convulsed and he moaned a sound of agony yet relief. Cory could taste the tartness of love juice unconcerned whether it was just pre-come or a full fledged come, he was just enjoying the act of sucking a cock. Eventually Cory got to his feet and placed his hands on Marty's shoulders gently guiding him down. Marty knelt on both knees and took Cory's cock into his mouth in one open gorged motion. Cory never knew if it was the first cock Marty had ever sucked nor would he ever know, no matter, Marty devoured Cory's cock sating all his frustrations like a man starved for human sexual contact for such a long period of time.

They discarded the remains of their scant clothing and rolled on the bed, one on top and then the other. They licked balls, sucked cock and nipples and even attempted a few tongue less kisses. Marty emitted a half scream half moan and shot a tremendous load into Cory's mouth but to no surprise, Cory kept sucking and Marty's hard dick never softened. They sucked individually or in 69 combinations until Cory whispered and then yelled, "I am coming, oh shit Marty, I am coming." Marty kept sucking and took it all, sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing and then gushed his own love juice into Cory's mouth. Slowly, the two men came off the mountain of paradise winding down like a robot toy, breathing hard, gasping for air, giggling in their states of euphoria.

As they dressed, they had a problem meeting each other's gaze. There were mixed feelings of guilt but pleased it had happened, unsure of what they had just done but relieved it did, hoping no one would find out but moreso, when can they do it again? "Do you still want to move the dresser?" Cory asked. "Nah," smiled Marty, "it is fine just where it is."