My wife Mary and I moved into a new suburb, and I instantly hit it off with Mike next door... even though I was in my late forties, and he was only twenty-three.
He invited me over for a Sunday afternoon USFL game, stressing it was men only. Mary didn't mind, since she hated football and was happy I'd found some guys to watch it with.
So I went over, and there were two other guys there who worked with Mike... Dave, who like me was in his forties... and James, who was slightly younger than Mike, who they both worked with. We had a couple of beers and watched the first half. Mike and James then disappeared for a couple of minutes while I chatted with Dave.
When Mike returned from the bathroom, he walked straight over to Dave, pulled down his pants and shoved his dick into Dave's mouth.
My eyes went wide as Mike asked me while his friend started bobbing on his cock, acting as if what they were doing was no big deal, "Greg, do you think the Panthers can come from behind?"
"Uh, I hope so," I said, unable to believe what was happening. First, Mike had a big cock... like over eight inches... second, Dave was giving him a blow job right in front of me.
"At the end of the half the offense looked close to bursting," Mike said, as Dave smoothly bobbed on his cock ... taking two-thirds of it.
"I hope so," I said, trying to ignore the live action gay sex going on only a dozen feet away from me.
"You know, Mary looked amazing in that bikini yesterday," he said. I hadn't realized he'd met my wife... who yesterday in the great weather, the first truly nice day of the summer, had been sunbathing in a new bikini that did indeed showcase her curves, still impressive for a forty-year-old.
"Yeah, I can't complain," I said, although our sex life had dwindled substantially during the past few years... unlike the first fifteen years of our marriage, when she couldn't get enough cock and I didn't have any complaints.
"She's a fine woman," he said, still getting a blow job from another guy.
James strolled out from the kitchen carrying beers and handed one to Mike... then set another one down on the table next to Dave, who was still fully occupied sucking dick. Oddly, he didn't seem fazed at all that one of his buddies was sucking another of his buddies. "Here, man," he said, when he handed me a cold one.
"Uh, thanks," I said, taking the beer.
"Yeah, your wife is quite the looker," James added to the conversation.
"Thanks," I said, wondering when he could have met Mary.
"She still put out?" Mike asked.
"Not as much as she used to," I shrugged.
"Shitty," Mike said, as James pulled his pants down, pulled out his smaller cock and began stroking it.
"Yeah, but I still get laid more than just on my birthdays," I joked, my dad once having told me he got a blow job on his birthday, and if he was lucky, Father's Day too.
"That's good," Mike said as James' cock hardened... and my eyes couldn't help going back and forth between the two cocks... even though I'd never considered sucking a guy... and equally confusing was the rock hard dick in my pants.
"Although it's been a while," I said, not sure why I added that.
"Which is why I never date a bitch for more than a couple of months," James said, his cock now completely hard. And although it was shorter than Mike's, it was shockingly fat... like a tree stump.
"As if you ever keep your bitches as long as a couple of weeks," Mike laughed.
"Says the guy who never bangs the same girl twice," James shot back, as Dave continued bobbing smoothly on Mike's cock. My wife gave me decent blow jobs, but she couldn't continue them for long... which meant I never came just from the blow jobs.
