Author: Ric Published: 10/23/2008 story views: 16280
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I live in a condo east of San Francisco. I have, on occasion, been able to meet some of my fellow condo owners and one in particular, is a woman, Alice, who is separated from her husband. It is kind of a mutual agreement on their part. She runs a business out of her home and he works for her.
There have been a couple of times where she and he have had a disagreement and you could hear them yelling at each other all over the complex. I know, that means there will be a knock at my door soon. After they have their spat, he always shows up at my doorstep. I, of course, invite him in for his cool off period. I give him a beer and he sits there telling me all about their spat. I will not take a side for either of them. That way, I can keep peace with her also.
Al is not a bad looking guy. I have seen him when all he had on was a pair of Levi’s. He has a handsome torso with a couple of tattoos on his arm and on his left pectoral, just over his nipple. I think he keeps in good shape by the looks of his 6-pack abs. He isn’t really that much to look at in the face department but, from the neck down, he is very sexy.
On one occasion, Alice had to fly to her mother’s home in Milwaukee. Her mother had a stroke and Alice wanted to help her through the first couple of weeks and take her to the physical therapist. Of course, that left Al by himself to keep the business going and to prepare his own meals. He was not a cook but managed to heat himself something in the microwave oven.
One occasion, I invited him over to have a home cooked meal. He was elated. It was a very warm evening so I set the place mats outside on my patio. Al came over about 5:30 and I offered him a beer or something stronger. He said he would like something a little stronger to help him unwind from the day. I poured him a vodka and tonic and told him to go out onto the patio.
Al was wearing a pair of his old cutoff jeans and a tank top and when I stepped out onto the patio, I couldn’t help but notice he was sitting back on the chair and the bulge in his crotch was huge. If he were to spring a hard on, it would certainly poke out the leg of the cutoffs.
We just made idle talk while I lit the BBQ, getting it ready for the steaks. The conversation soon came around to his missing Alice. Even though they were separated, they still had an occasional roll in the sack. He said since she was gone, he really needed to relieve his nut and his hand job wasn’t cutting the desire for another body. At that point, I just said I knew the feeling and dropped the subject.
I put the steaks on the BBQ and went in to get us another drink and bring out the baked potatoes. He was sitting there and I could see that his bulge was a little bigger and to my surprise, I could just see the tip of his cock head, peering out the leg of the cutoffs. I turned the steaks over and took another slurp of my drink. I could tell that