It's ok, we were all 18+
My husbro had been on the rocks for a while. I was sick of his drinking and cheating, and a magic combination of rherapy and medication had me really recalling myself for the first time in a couple years. And husbro's last word with me this morning was snarling "Gawd I wish YOU would just go fuck someone else and leave me alone about it" before he stormed off. I was feeling tired and alone and sick of his shit. And the meds were making me feel fearless and impulsive. And horny. So fuckin horny.
Sometime in the early afternoon my doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, and got to my front door to find a cute younger guy standing there. "Hi!" He chirped "sorry to bother you, I'm going door to door to let people know about [political candidate I was fond of already]. Do you have a minute?"
He was adorable: about 5'7-5'9ish, strawberry blonde, oversized glasses, a cute short neck disappearing into the open collar of his polo shirt, arms pale but ropy with veins, clutching his clipboard. And so cheerful and eager. And there I was, a depressed, shaggy bear in sweatshorts and yesterdays black tshirt. Some irrational, out of control corner of my brain was feeding me pictures of this dude bent over with his pants down, cum dripping down his leg. What I meant to say was "hey [candidate] has my vote, but I'm kinda busy" and send him on his way, no harm no foul. What came out was "fuck it's hot out, want to come in for a minute?" As I took his proffered flier.
I didn't even really notice I'd said it…part of me was taken aback when he stepped into my cool, dark front hall. "Wow, nice place!" He said, looking around. "Want a glass of water?" I asked and he accepted politely, following me down the hall to my weird kitchen. "Damn this pace is so neat, do you live here alone?" "Yeah I pretty much have what was probably the front foyer, parlor, and dining room. This wasn't a kitchen originally, it was probably a butler's pantry. I live here with my husband". My apartment was part of a former enormous Victorian mansion, carved up into apartments. Lots of nice oak paneling, maybe a slightly menacing atmosphere. We chatted in the narrow galley kitchen – this was his summer internship, he was a poly-sci major at umass. Lots of slammed doors so far. "People are not happy to see me on a Saturday morning" he said "you're actually the first person who wasn't been a total dick to me". As he leaned back I couldn't not check him out…cargo shorts, cute legs with light blonde fur, the shape of his chest barely visible against his shirt. I was REALLY fucking horny, half listening to him while wondering what that neck tasted like.
"So is your husband here?" He asked. I don't know what came over me. "Nah, he's off with his boyfriend" I said, realizing how bitterly I'd said it. "Oh…are you guys like…open?" He asked. I was either imagining a vibe, or it was there. "Nooooo we're kinda…on the outs" I said. He licked his lips. Awkward lull. "Er…sorry, that was really personal haha" he said nervously, his cheeks going bright red "I shouldn't have pried" I moved closer to him, now going slightly tunnel visioned, rational brain clearly uncomfortable with animal brain. "How about you? Single? Girlfriend?" I was moving closer to him, feeling extremely predatory. "Uh no…" he stammered "I'm single. I had a girlfriend back in Somerville but we broke up after school started". "Oh sorry dude" I said, doing some internal calculations between what he said and the eye contact he was maintaining "So. Mostly into girls?" "Ah…m-mostly" he said. Another awkward pause. My brain was now boiling. What the fuck was I doing??
I reached towards him, and as he looking down I said "hey uh…can I see something?" I had the bottom of his shirt in my fingers now, lifting it. "Is this ok?" He looked like a deer caught in my headlights, breathed out a whispered "uh…yeah" and I reached forward with my other hand and lifted, admiring his soft, semi-fit belly, up further uncovering his nice shaped smooth chest and hard pink nipples. He instinctively lifted his arms up and I peeled his shirt all the way off. And then another awkward pause. "Fuuuuck" I breathed. "I…I like your body". I felt like I was watching myself on autopilot. "Thanks" he said "I uhhh…can I see yours?" I pulled my shirt off and watched him stare, mouth open. "Woah. I like yours" he said and I stepped closer, putting my hands on his warm hips. "I'm gonna admit, I have no actual plan right now haha" he chucked and closed his eyes, head leaning back. I leaned closer and put my mouth on his, feeling his lips with mine. Sticking my tongue out a little to find he was doing the same. I pulled his belt loose, managed the button on his shorts, mouths still together, and let his shorts fall to the floor. Then pushing down the elastic of his underwear. I felt his hands on my shorts too. I leaned back and looked at his still open mouth, feeling hot and dizzy. He opened his eyes, and looked down at my cock in his hand, and I looked at his – bigger, very pink, uncut. "Suck me" my animal brain said, now pushing down gently on his shoulders. He obediently dropped to his knees and I watched as he put my head in his mouth and then leaned forward, taking it all in. Rockets exploded in my chest. He leaned back a little, looking up at me, and removed his glasses. I took them from him and placed them carefully on the counter and he want back at it, hungry, skilled for someone who was "mostly" into girls.
I wanted to see his ass. "Stand up" I said firmly "turn around. Stick it out". He was very obedient, and I squatted down, grabbing a cheek in each hand, pulling them apart, and leaned forward taking in the scent of clean laundry and sweat. I bit on cheek, then the other, then pulled them further apart. He moaned. I licked his hole and he moaned more. Im not much of an ass eater, but I was drunk on his pale skin and blonde fur and clean Tide detergent scent, and pressed my tongue harder against him, going from cautious licking to actively making out with it, sloppy and blind with horny. He was grunting and writhing. I stood up, grabbing his ass and growling in his ear "don't fucking move ok?" "Ok" he said.
I sprinted to my room and grabbed a fresh condom out of the top drawer of the dresser and came back in to find he'd obeyed, still standing against the counter, arms up on the cabinets. "You wanna get fucked?" I asked. "Yes please" he said.i unrolled the condom on me, ate him some more, then stood pressing my sheathed head against him. I could feel him giving way against me slowly adding pressure, until I was deep inside. "Unf" he grunted "go slow..I've never…" he trailed off. I started slow, but eventually had one of his feet up on the counter, ramming him with everything I had. The antidepressants downside was showing – I was SO CLOSE but just not finishing. Out of frustration I pulled out, and commanded him to drop to his knees for me again. He took my cock in his mouth again, enthusiastically slurping, breathless and sloppy. That's what I needed. Handful of his red-golden mop in my fists I aggressively fucked his face and he made struggling sounds, finally feeling it build up. "Fuck I'm gonna…" I warned and he grabbed my hips, shoving me down his throat hard and I exploded.
As he stumbled back to the front door, totally disheveled compared to his tidy arrival look, I asked if he wanted to come discuss [candidate] some more sometime. He grinned. "I'd love to" he said, and then slipped out to continue trying to make his quota.
Husbro returned much later, and we were actually getting along decently well. We got a pizza and smoked some weed and eventually he went into the kitchen. I heard him gasp. "Wait what…what is this? Dude why is there a…there's a used rubber in the trash". Of course there was, I'd left it right there for him to find. "Oh that? I said, stepping into the kitchen behind him. "Nothing, don't worry about it".