I have been posting stories on the Lush Stories website since February 2010. I was trying to help relieve the stress of a sexless marriage, and I have found it to be very arousing to write about my sexual fantasies, and to explore the psychological and physiological motivations that we have as humans. Some of my stories are based at least in part on real events, but most are figments of my imagination.My name is Ed, and my interest in porn was awakened in my early-fifties, a few years after my wife became menopausal, and lost all interest in sex of any kind. I looked at photos and video clips for a while, and then discovered that it’s even more titillating for me to read stories and immerse myself in the characters and their perversions. It didn’t take long to learn that I like the cuckold genre the best, and I always envision myself as the sexually submissive cuckold husbands in the stories. That was partially due to me having a small dick, which adds to my feelings of being sexually inferior to other, better-hung men.As a corollary to the cuckold stories, I also became interested in bisexual and interracial stories, and was especially interested in reading about men of color with big cocks fucking other men’s wives. I imagined being a cock sucking cuckold to my wife and her lovers. I wanted so much to make that a reality, but there was no way that could happen with my wife’s lack of desire.I briefly toyed with the idea of developing relationships with other women, since I did and still do like pussy most of all. But I decided that it was too risky to mess around with other women, since I didn’t want to destroy my marriage. So, I started thinking what it would be like to have sex with other men, and I still envisioned myself as the submissive cocksucker. Craigslist wasn’t available at that time, but Yahoo had numerous websites, covering almost any conceivable perversion, and I started reading the messages on several of the bisexual sites.It was important to me to be careful about who I met with, to avoid the possibility of catching diseases or being exposed. I decided to focus on other mature, married men, who just aren’t getting enough sex at home. In my mind, that mitigated some of the risks, because we would all have a lot to lose. I finally found a man a little older than me and a newbie at bisexual encounters. After exchanging dozens of emails, we decided to meet. That was my first adult cock sucking experience, and I found that I really liked sucking cock and balls, and swallowing cum, and in general being sexually submissive to men with bigger cocks.That was the beginning of my cock sucking experiences, and over the next fifteen years I sucked several men, while at the same time writing dozens of cuckold, bisexual, and interracial stories, with all those elements combined in many of my stories. I found that in real life it isn’t all that easy to find mature, married men who just want their cocks sucked, with no reciprocation, so many of my bisexual stories have plots where my character conceives situations where he is able to suck one or more cocks.All the foregoing will help you understand the situation I experienced that is the basis for this story. My wife and I were living in Framingham, Massachusetts, at a time when I was in my early sixties, semi-retired, and working out of my home part-time as a manufacturers rep.One of my fantasies had always been to experience a situation where I had a good friend and next-door neighbor, and I discover the he wants to have his cock sucked regularly. I know that would be a rare situation, especially if the men remained friends and nothing happened to spoil an otherwise good friendship. The old expression, ‘Don’t shit where you eat’ would apply here, because you wouldn’t want to make things tense in the neighborhood in case he got offended. The obvious problem would be how to find out about each other’s prurient desires in the first place, without one of the men taking too much risk.Having thought about that for years, I posted a story on the Lush Stories site, entitled ‘Discovering My Neighbor Online’, where I developed what I though is a plausible storyline about how an encounter with a neighbor could happen. I really enjoyed writing it, but in my gut, I felt that nothing like that could happen, at least not to me. I found out otherwise.We lived in a modest neighborhood in the Framingham area, next door to a young married couple in their early-twenties named Jason and Juliana. Given the difference in our ages, we had not really socialized with them, but we sometimes talked casually over the fence in our back yards. Juliana is very pretty, with long brown hair and light brown, almost gray eyes, that compliments her light-olive complexion. We learned that she is of mixed heritage, and it seemed like she got the best mix of genes from her Brazilian mother and Caucasian father.Not too long after Jason and Juliana moved into the neighborhood, we learned that her grandfather, Gustavo, was moving in with them, and would be living in their finished walkout basement. His wife, Mariana, had died from complications from surgery, and he was devastated by her loss. Juliana convinced him to move in with them, so he wouldn’t be so lonely.Gustavo, who prefers to be called Gus, and his wife immigrated to the United States in their late teens, becoming naturalized citizens years later. They settled in the Framingham area, which has a sizeable Brazilian-American Bostancı Escort population, and Juliana’s mother, Maria, was born there.Gus is semi-retired like me, and we were both sixty-three years old at the time. He was running his financial consulting and tax preparation service out of the basement. Most of his clients are other Brazilian-Americans, and he built his practice, in part, due to being bilingual in English and Portuguese.The first time I met Gus was at a party Juliana hosted for neighbors to meet him and welcome him to the neighborhood. He is very outgoing, personable, somewhat macho, and his endearing Portuguese accent makes him seem kind of mysterious. He’s about five feet and ten inches tall, weighs probably one hundred and seventy pounds, and his medium-olive skin tone and dark, wavy hair give him an overall fit and swarthy appearance, like he has a perpetual tan.We hit it off right away, probably because his strong, gregarious personality complements my shy and more-subdued demeanor. It became apparent soon enough that our personality differences translated into him being the more-dominant one in our friendship, with me being more submissive, comparatively speaking.I also worked out of my finished walkout basement, and since there is a gate in the fence between our backyards, we often visited one another on workdays and weekends. Our part-time jobs allowed us a lot of flexibility. It wasn’t unusual for some of his clients, many of whom are also friends, to show up during the day, to pick up or drop-off documents, or just to visit. That’s when I gained a real appreciation for the variety of ethnicities in Brazilian society.A little online research revealed that Brazilian society is made up of a convergence of many origins, including, native Brazilians, black African, Portuguese colonizers, European, Arab, Orientals, as well as Paraguayans and Bolivians. That rich racial mix resulted in the diverse appearance of his clients, from black to white skinned, and all manner of skin colors and physical features in between.The longer I was around Gus, his clients, and friends, and the friendlier they were to me, the more I thought about all the photos I’ve seen of a variety of men of color, many of which are on my Lush profile. There’s just something about that thick, brown or black cock meat, and those big, low-hanging balls that are so appealing.I know there is probably a big difference in the soft-to-hard ratios of men of all ethnicities and individuals, but I am more attracted to the cocks that are long, thick and meaty on soft, even if they don’t grow much bigger on hard. There’s just something about a thick, soft cock dangling and swinging between a man’s legs, especially if it’s brown or black, and he has big, well-differentiated balls that hang down.It’s obvious from many of the stories I’ve read, and even the ones I write, that many men have a fascination with huge cocks and big, low-hanging balls. I’m the same way, and they would be fun to look at, play with, and suck. But in reality, nice, thick, meaty cocks anywhere from six to eight inches long are much more enjoyable to suck, than those we see in pictures that are nine or more inches, especially if they have big balls.One thing I wrote about in my ‘Discovering My Neighbor Online’ story and many others, is the difficulty in finding someone who wants his cock sucked, especially if it’s someone you know. It’s risky to make the first move, and the trick is to find a way for the men to kind of innocently discover the desires of the other, in a way that can be easily explained if the other person is not receptive. The same thing applied in my friendship with Gus.My friendship with Gus and his friends was evolving in an interesting way. I don’t think they intended to, but because I’m sometimes quiet and shy around them, and they’re more aggressive and outgoing, I’m often teased and treated as the ‘weak brother’ in the group. I don’t mind that role, because I felt submissive to them anyway, just thinking about what I thought are their thick, brown cocks.After hanging out with Gus for about three months, I was starting to seriously consider the factors that would make it less risky to approach him. We were good friends by then and saw each other almost every day. He and I had both loosened up a lot, telling dirty, sexual jokes every now and then, especially when we’re drinking. But best of all, he sometimes talks about his deceased wife, how active they had been sexually, and how horny he is sometimes. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to entice me or not, but I was on the alert to be receptive if an opportunity presented itself.Gus’ basement home has a bedroom, bathroom, and family room; in addition to areas for storage, heating system and hot water heater. The family room also has a sizeable nook that juts out under a bay window, where he has his desk, files, and laptop computer. On many occasions when I go over to see Gus, he’s sitting at his desk working on the computer, and he always folds it closed when I walk into the room. I can’t help but be curious about what he might be trying to hide.I was over visiting Gus one morning, on a day when we didn’t have much work to do, and he had closed his computer like he usually does when I walked in. We were watching a sports event on his family room television, and had both finished two beers, when we heard the doorbell ring.He got up and Bostancı Escort Bayan said, “Juliana asked me to let the guy from the carpet company in to take measurements for new carpet upstairs. I should be back in about ten minutes, so just relax.”I’m normally politer than to poke my nose into someone else’s business, but after having those two beers, I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was curious what he had been looking at on his computer and was surprised when I opened it. It was on the homepage of the ASSTR porn website. I know that site has a wide variety of stories, in every genre you can think of, but I couldn’t tell which ones interested him, since he was on the homepage.I then looked at his favorites and search history, and saw that he has numerous porn sites listed, but not Lush Stories. It was exciting to find that he must have been a frequent user of porn, especially since the list contained some sites that I know are popular with gay and bisexual men. That still didn’t identify what his orientation might be, as either having a dominant or submissive perspective, so I looked further.Gus lives alone in the basement, so I figured that he doesn’t have to try to hide his porn files like I did at home. So, I opened his documents library and saw several folders labeled as stories. I opened a couple of the folders and scanned the titles of the stories that looked like they had been copied from various websites. I found that many of them are titles suggesting that they’re written from the bull’s perspective, of using other men and their wives for their pleasure. It seemed like his sexual tastes are in concert with his overall dominant demeanor.I had looked at his websites and story titles for longer than I should have and decided that I needed close it up before Gus came back downstairs. I had just gotten out of his documents and was taking a last look at his favorites list, when I heard movement behind me.Gus had quietly come back to the basement, and he sounded both angry and embarrassed when he asked, “What the fuck, Ed? You’re mighty fucking nosy, and it’s none of your business what I’m looking at on my computer. Shit, man, this is embarrassing for me.”I pushed back from his desk and turned to face him as I said, “I’m so sorry, Gus. Shit, I didn’t mean to pry into your personal business, but my curiosity got the best of me. You don’t need to be embarrassed about this, though, because a lot of men look at porn.”We sat back on the couch and he replied, “Yeah, I bet that you don’t look at this shit. I never surfed these porn sites when Mariana was still with me. Are you by any chance suggesting that you look at porn too?”His anger seemed to have lessened after my comment, and I said, “I guess it’s a little embarrassing for me to tell you, but I also look at porn.”Gus looked at me strangely and said, “You’ve got to be shitting me, Ed. If you don’t mind me saying so, Sarah is a pretty and well-built woman, especially for her age, and I’d be all over her if I thought I could get away with it. Why would you want to look at this porn shit when you have her?”I looked at him and answered, “Yeah, thanks, Sarah is good to look at, but she lost interest in sex over ten years ago. So, I use the porn to satisfy myself, probably just like you’re doing.”It looked like he was thinking hard, trying to figure out what I was into, because he asked, “Well, what types of stories and other stuff do you look at?”I wasn’t quite ready to admit my submissive nature and wanted him to discover it. I kept it kind of vague and wanted to see if he had ever been to the Lush site, when I responded, “I look at a lot of different types of stories, and even pictures and video clips. Some of my favorite stories are on the Lush Stories site. Have you ever looked at that site?”Gus replied, “No, I’ve never been to that one. What types of stories do they have there?”I saw that as a chance to get him to unknowingly read some of my stories, and uncover for himself what I’m interested in. I responded, “They have all types of stories, but you can find some of my favorites if you go to the site and search for the author ‘edlangston’. He writes several types of stories, and many of them are a turn-on for me. You might want to check it out when you get a chance.”Nothing much more was said about the porn after that, and we finished watching the game before I went home. I was hoping that Gus would go to the Lush site, and maybe have questions for me the next day.I went back over to Gus’ the next day near noon, and he looked kind of tired and sleepy. He was just finishing a beer, and he handed me one and opened another for himself, and we sat on the couch to drink and talk.It became clear why he was so tired when he said, “Fuck, man, I stayed up most of the night reading stories on the Lush site. And while that edlangston author writes many types of stories, he seems to focus mostly on cuckold and bisexual cock sucking stories. Even though he doesn’t always use his name as the main characters in his stories, he seems to write most of them from the first-person perspective, where he is either the cuckold husband or the cocksucker for his friends. He really seems like a horny fucker.”He had to have read a quite a few of my stories to come to that conclusion, and I was impressed with the accuracy of his insights. I still wanted to keep it a little vague as I said, “Yeah, I’ve noticed that too. He seems Escort Bostancı to like taking a submissive role.”Then Gus continued, “There are quite a few of the stories that have realistic storylines, and it’s easy to believe that they could have really happened. There’s one in particular, ‘Discovering My Neighbor Online’, that really got my attention. Now that’s the kind of neighbor I could use to take care of my needs.”His orientation was then obvious, and his willingness to openly and enthusiastically admit to me that he would like to have a friend and neighbor taking care of his cock showed that he wasn’t shy about admitting it to me.I knew that he was hoping for confirmation from me, one way or the other, about my proclivities when he said, “You mentioned yesterday that edlangston’s stories are your favorites. I think I know you well enough by now, from the way you interact with me and my friends, to at least guess why they’re your favorites. I don’t mind telling you that it’s easy for me to visualize myself as the dominant character in those stories, either fucking other men’s wives or feeding cocksuckers.”He paused for a moment, and when I gave him no reaction he said, “Come on, Ed, I’ve exposed my appetites to you, so you should feel comfortable telling me how you see yourself in those stories, and why you like them so much.”It was exciting that he had become the aggressor, hopefully trying to gauge my interest in sucking his cock. I reasoned that he might look down on me less later, if I let him think that he had to convince me to suck him.I looked at him sheepishly and lied about my experience sucking cocks, when I answered, “Well okay, Gus, but this is embarrassing for me to admit. I started reading those stories many years ago, after Sarah stopped fucking me. I soon realized that I identify more with the cuckold husbands than I do the wives’ lovers, mainly because I’m not that well-endowed. From there it was only natural to read the bisexual stories. I’ll admit those stories have fueled my fantasies, but I have never acted on them.”Gus was pensive for a few moments, before saying, “Hmm, that’s very interesting to me that you’ve never experimented with someone. We both know that many of those stories include black and brown characters, and the descriptions of their cocks and balls could be very stimulating to a cocksucker. Is that something that turns you on when you fantasize about this stuff? Because if that’s a fascination for you, along with everything else, then my friends and I could help you out with that.”I could hardly believe that he was inviting me to suck them, but I still wanted to play a little hard to get. He was sitting on my right side on the couch, and I looked at him before responding in a way that let him know that I was on the fence about it. I said, “Damn, Gus, if you’re saying what I think you’re saying, I don’t think I could ever do that. I mean, shit, I, I, uh, I’ve never done anything like that before, and I wouldn’t want to harm our friendship over something like that. Are you serious, or are you just trying to fuck with me?”He turned towards me and put his left hand on my shoulder before answering, “Yes, Ed, I’m serious. This would be a good way for friends to help each other out. You can fulfill your fantasies, and I can get some relief. I could never return the favor, because being masculo (means manly or virile in English) is important in my culture, and I could never take an effeminate role. But since you’re a gringo, I wouldn’t look down on you if you wanted to suck my cock and balls, just like in that neighbor story I read. I don’t think it will harm our friendship. You should at least get a close look at my cock, to reinforce the vision of the brown cocks you’ve been fantasizing about.”Gus really knew how to push my buttons, and the way he positioned himself as being more dominant because of his heritage, and almost excusing me for being a cocksucker because I’m a gringo, fed right in to my submissive desires. I wasn’t ready to admit that I was the author of the edlangston stories yet, but I was getting hungry for his cock.I had never sucked a brown cock before, and I was hoping that it’s long and thick like those in my profile pictures. And since he mentioned the story, it made me think he might also want to do more; like sitting on my face or even feeding me his piss, things I had never done before.It had been several years since I sucked a cock, and I was nervous about committing to suck my new friend, which would also likely lead to me sucking his friends. I know from experience that some men had disdain for me after I sucked their cocks, and didn’t treat me like an equal after that.But I finally got up the courage to respond to his offer, saying, “Okay, Gus, you’ve got me curious now, and I guess I could at least take a look at your cock and balls. I can’t promise that I’ll suck you or even touch it, but I would like to see it.”I had never seen Gus smile so broadly as he stood up in front of me and began to unfasten and lower his pants. He dropped his pants to the floor and kicked them off, and I was sitting there with his crotch only inches from my face. His cock and balls were making sizeable bulges in his tight, white underwear. I just sat there for a few seconds, but it seemed like minutes, admiring the thickness of his soft cock. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I wanted to maintain the illusion that that was my first time having sex with a man.I’m sure that Gus saw from the look on my face that I wanted to touch him, and he finally grew impatient and said, “Don’t be nervous or embarrassed, Ed, go ahead and touch it and pull down my underwear. I’ve never done anything with a man before either, so this is a first for both of us.”