I live in what you might call a semi-suburban area. It is pretty well
built up with various subdivisions, but it is unincorporated. That
means we are beyond the reach of a city sewer system, so we have to
depend on a septic tank to dispose of solid waste. These can be a real
pain in the ass, especially when you have to dig up and replace 20
feet of crushed 6-inch PVC pipe from the house to the tank in the
middle of a wet early winter day as I did about six years ago.
The thing about a septic tank is that every 6-7 years they fill up,
and when they get full, you have to call a professional, who comes out
with a big tank truck and sucks out all the accumulated shit. This
happened at our house two summers ago. All of the toilets backed up;
we had shitty water everywhere, and, well, you get the picture. So I
called the necessary people, and the company said they would send a
man out the next day.
Now I work out of my home, while my wife works in town, so being home
to meet the tank truck operator was no big deal. I expected some fat,
toothless redneck or a big, beefy black guy to show up, but what I
got, right around lunchtime, was a slight, pleasant young man of about
30. He was about 5-7 with curly blond hair and rimless glasses, who
looked like he’d be more at home teaching a college class than lugging
heavyweight hose and sucking up shit for a living. The truth is, this
guy was gorgeous, and when he peeled off his t-shirt to get to the
task at hand, I couldn’t help myself. My stomach and my cock started
churning.
I should say at this point that I am not gay. I have little use for
gays or for the gay lifestyle, although I’ve have and have had friends
of both genders who are/were gay, and I respect their right to live
their lives any way they choose.
Paradoxically, however, one of my hottest fantasies for a long time
has been to have sex with a man, to suck a dick and have a cock
fucking my ass. I discovered during my college days many years ago the
effect anal penetration can have on the sexual experience, and I’ve
been hooked ever since. Believe me, don’t knock it until you’ve tried
it.
Keep in mind, I’m not interested in a gay relationship, per se; in
fact, in my fantasies, these men are nameless and faceless. They
materialize out of thin air, with disembodied dicks that fuck me, suck
me, cum in me and on me, then disappear. By the way, my wife of some
20 years knows about these fantasies and we often use them to enhance
what is still a pretty active sex life, considering our hectic family
and work lives.
Speaking of sex, I happened at that moment to be incredibly horny. The
good wife and I hadn’t had sex in over a week. She’d been on her
period, and had also been working extremely hard on a major project,
so she’d been too pooped to putter. So I’d been sitting at the
computer that hot morning surfing the Net for porn, and was
contemplating a rousing stroke session when the septic tank guy showed
up, considerably earlier than I expected.
Like I said, I’ve never been particularly attracted to men, but I was
definitely attracted to this guy, whose name was Greg, and it wasn’t
just the fact that I hadn’t gotten laid in over a week. I wasn’t sure
what, if anything, would happen, but I decided right then that the
time would never be better than that moment to make my gay sex fantasy
come to life.
So I walked out into the back yard to chat. I was dressed in a pair of
baggy gym shorts, no underwear, and a loose-fitting tank top. I’m in
my mid-40s, and while my hair has gone mostly gray, I still have all
of it, and people tell me I look much younger than I am. I’m not a
fitness freak, but I keep myself in decent shape. I watch what I eat
and try to walk a couple of miles two or three times a week. Greg, on
…End of the part1. To be continued..
