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Monday, Day 1

I waved goodbye to my wife as she drove off to spend two weeks with her sister at some spa.  She does this quite often and I always end up enjoying myself when she does.  First, just because it is healthy for couples to spend some time apart, but also because it lets me do some stuff I would rather she not know about.  See, although I love my wife, and I consider myself straight, I have a secret:  every now and then I login in to one of the gay sites, get out some lube and my poppers, strip down to a jock and search for guys to have phone sex with. I would edge myself for hours until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I know a lot of build up for something pretty tame but hey, we all have our quirks. Plus I figure it is the safest version of cheating on her I can do. I mean it isn’t like I am going to catch anything from my hand.

After she left I went back inside the house and finished getting ready for work.  Just as I was about to leave a kinky thought popped in my head and I ran upstairs. Stripping of my suit pants and boxer briefs I grabbed my jock from the drawer and slid into it. I love the way the black Bike jock framed my ass. My Polish, Irish mix looks great in black, the pale skin and dark black dense body hair just looks great. My cock gave a slight twitch at my kinky thought, but before I let it go too far I got dressed and headed out. All day while at work I felt that jock hugging my ass and the tight pouch pressing my cock and ball tight against my body.  I ended up having to take a quick bathroom break more than once as I could feel the precum, which felt super slick, particularly when I was walking, dripping between my legs and over my ass.

Finally the end of the day came and I started home from work.  The constant stimulation all day made me really horny and all I could think about. I just wanted to get home strip down and find some guys for some phone edging. As I got home climbed out of my car, I saw my neighbor and waved hello.  My wife and I are friendly enough with my neighbors.  The two men moved in about three years earlier, and I've found them to be a sweet, well-balanced couple with whom my wife and I have occasionally extended invitations to neighborhod parties.  

As soon as I got inside I started ripping off my clothes off and throwing them everywhere.  Fuck it, there was no one home but me to bitch, so I could do whatever I wanted.  Stripped to my jock I made my way to the garage where we have a second fridge and (naturally) where I hide my poppers. I love the feel of walking around more or less naked.  In addition, the garage just smells amazing.  I felt a little self-conscious as I passed in front of several windows, but part of me was enough of an exhibitionist that I sort of liked the idea that I might be caught. In any event, when I reached the fridge I grabbed my Berlin XXX and, again a little self-conscious, I hesitated for only a moment before I twisted the cap and took a sniff, then another, and another, and yet another.  

A flush came over me so, of course, I took another deep breath.  The slightly smell of the garage, gasoline and unfinished lumber, combined with my own body musk, overwhelmed me.  By now the idea of being watched also made my cock twitch.  Before I could change my mind I lay down on the dirty floor and started working my nipples. The popper rush flooded my senses, invoking a guttural moan.  My hand wandered down, pulled aside the jock pouch, and took my cock to task.  Seven uncut inches, possessing lots of foreskin, and dripping precum, stood straight up from my dense bush.  With deep pleasure my hand began to jack myself.  Each time I raised my arm I caught the scent of my pits, and a sense of deep satisfaction controlled me.  This was what it was to be a man.

I managed to grab the bottle and take another couple of hits, but never did I pause in pleasuring my cock.  Fuck, it was so hot:  mostly naked on the filthy garage floor, all the little manly smells, my ass on the cold concrete. Normally I  would edge but I just wanted to shoot my load so bad,and after four more hits and I can’t help it:  the sweat dripped off me as I fucked my hand.  I ran my hand through my chest hair and start to lick the salty sweat mix.  It tasted so good.  I was getting closer and could feel myself reaching the point of no return.  Just to push myself over the edge, I grabbed the bottle of poppers to take another hit when I heard a knock at the front door. Startled I immediately stop stroking, capped the bottle, shoved my dripping cock back in my jock strap, I cast about to hide the poppers, and settled on shoving them in the pouch next to my cock.  Then, making my way to the front of the house, I grabbed some running shorts and a tank top from the laundry room, pulling them on within seconds, and opened the front door - a little sweaty, perhaps, but respectable.  To my surprise, my my neighbor was standing on the stoop, dressed in some running gear.

“Hey, I saw the wife leave and figured you might be lonely on your first day, so I figured to invite you out for a run with me and Tom. Gotta make sure you don’t end up with a Dad bod.  Although looks like you might have already been working out.  You look a bit flushed”

I panicked a bit and without thinking just replied 'Sure', and asked what time he wanted to get together.

"We usually run around 6:00 during the summer.  We head from our development through the park at the end of the block, around the high school and then back. Takes about an hour and has a nice variation in terrain so you don’t get bored."

I paused for a second, and without thinking shifted my weight from one foot to the other.  The bottle move in my pouch and and involuntary 'Fuck' crossed my mind as it slid out of the leg of my shorts  and hit the carpet. Thankfully if bounced behind the door and I don’t think he saw it. In any event, I confirmed I'd be over at 6:00 PM for a run and, upon closing the door, I fall against it, breathing heavily, completely relieved I had managed not to let on what I was doing. Then, taking a couple deep breathes to clear my lungs I headed upstairs to take a quick shower.  Yeah, I know it's stupid to shower if one is going running, but I knew there was a ton of crap on my back that I had picked-up from the garage floor.

Afterwards I got out of the shower, grabbed a fresh jock and clean running shorts, checked myself in the mirror and went downstairs for a light snack before heading over to the neighbors'.

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Rest of story to be in Chem sex.....cause well sometimes a story changes while you are writing it hehehe. Admin can feel free to either delete this thread or redirect it. Whichever is more appropriate , kept the title the same over in the other forum.

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