While stationed in Camp Pendleton, I started to get the felings again. For a long time, I could resist, but eventually, the cycle got the better of me. It was hard to find anyone as a married man before I told my wife about my tendencies. The guilt of being sneaky was heavy on my mind, but before long, you justify your actions. The repeat cycle of setting up a fake email, hop on Craigslist, and then deleted it all.
Eventually, I started chatting with another married guy living on Stuart Messa. His unit is deployed, but he remained behind. I was coming back from deployment, which probably led me to search—nothing like suppressing all of your sexual aggression for seven months on a ship.
Anyway, we started chatting, and he was just like me: married, curious, with a bit of experience but only oral. Perfect situation. We chatted back and forth. Somehow, we talked about our vehicles to see if we were neighbors. It’s unbelievable to think how discrete we can be. Anyway, I know he had a truck with out-of-state plates, and he knew I had a red truck. I knew he had a tattoo on his arm for the pictures we traded. It was a barbed wire wrap tattoo which was very popular in the ’90s.
One Saturday afternoon, I walk with my wife and children, checking out yard sales. I wasn’t even thinking about him, but I saw a truck with out-of-state plates, and there he was. Shaved head, white, great shape, nice arms, and I recognized the tattoo. Man, my heart started racing. He lives like eight houses away.
I hop on Craigslist and send him a message but don’t get a reply for a while. One day, I’m finishing up work and checking my fake inbox. You have a message from Craigslist. I check, and boom, my neighbor is hitting me up. I let him know that I saw him, would never tell anyone, and if I were free, I would swing by. He said sure.
The next part is a little disappointing but still hot. I pull up in front of his house, and he lets me right in. I’m nervous, and I can tell he is as well. We are in a thin hallway, and he immediately drops his basketball shorts down a little, shows me his thick semi, and asks for me to suck it. Enjoying the moment, I wondered if he had any porn. Back in his office, on his computer, he had some mmf porn on. I sat at his desk and took my cock out, and started jerking. He stood over me and started to jerk. I reached over and started stroking him. He started at my cock now and got closer to my face. I took a giant smooth girthy cock in my mouth and started sucking. I stroked my lips back and forth off his head; before long, he said he was about to cum and went into a dark bathroom and shot a load in the toilet. My hard work and I didn’t even get to see the shot. I have my cock out jerking in the dark bathroom and expect a return, but I didn’t get it. So off I go, a little upset and little hurt but hard as fuck. I got home, hopped in the shower, busted a healthy nut, had a beer, and chilled with the family. Guilty, curious, ashamed, but still horny. Eventually, my wife and I came out to one another, and I got to have fun occasionally. I am picky and make sure to find guys like me married and horny but like to reciprocate.