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caught with pants down A friend I haven’t spoken with in nearly 10 / ten years suddenly popped up on my radar. He was in contact with someone who knows me, made an inquiry, and next thing you know we were exchanging messages. This is a person I didn’t know very intimately, but did have a bit of a sexual relationship with. We were kind of friends with sort of benefits. This friend was in town for the weekend, so I decided to invite him over to hang out for a while. We both smoke marijuana, and listen to the same music, so there was enough common ground that I figured I could spend a couple hours with him. As most of you know, I am extremely antisocial and introverted, so a simple visit with a friend can be challenging. I’m trying so hard to break out of that, but it’s not easy. I was surprised at how quickly the conversation turned to sex, but I think I might have inadvertently been the instigator. He was asking about my hip and pelvis injury and somewhere along the line I brought up how my penis felt, if it was functioning, etc. It might have been as a joke, or I might have been serious, but I’m pretty sure it was me who brought up the topic. Once I did, it wasn’t long before my old suck buddy was asking if he could try to give me a blow job. I admit I hesitated before saying yes, for more than one reason. Yes, I was worried about how it would feel but I also felt an odd sense of committing a betrayal against ChrisSwallows. No, we have never been in anything like an exclusive relationship but I got so used to insisting his be the only mouth or throat that satisfied me that considering someone different was uncomfortable. Curiosity and basic horniness won though. I haven’t had a legitimate sexual encounter of any kind in so long I went for it. One of the things I used to do with this guy was smoke a bowl while he smoked my pole. There was something next level and kind of decadent about sitting there casually smoking marijuana and sipping on my coffee while he worked on my cock. This guy is an expert at edging, and had my rhythms down perfect. He knew just the right speed and depth to go to keep me on the verge of orgasm for extended periods of time - all while I moaned and gave positive verbal feedback, but otherwise ignored him. It was a specific scenario and attitude we had both enjoyed in the past so I grabbed my pipe, some marijuana and a cup of coffee and led him into the backyard, to an isolated area I was certain would be private enough to get<b> freaky </font></b>in. We each took a hit off the pipe and then I got completely naked and sat back on a lawn chair while he placed himself between my legs and went to work. Periodically I would sip my coffee, and I had the bowl smoked in no time. Reloading it was an option, but I didn’t bother. Not only was I high enough, the oral sex I was getting had me lifted as well. He sucked and stroked, and eventually I did unload down his throat. I have to say he was gentle enough that overall it felt good. My pelvis is healing nicely and my cock is still strong, so I remain hopeful I will fully recover. As I sat there basking in the moment he stood up, and we exchanged a few words before I began to reach for the pair of shorts I’d laid on the ground next to my chair. It was at that moment that I heard voices. Glancing up, I saw a strange man walking into the backyard, a look of alarm and confusion on his face. He was vaguely familiar, and knew my name, so it only took me a couple of seconds to figure out who he was, and why he might be there. Just as quickly as recognition, and then relief, passed his face it vanished, and I realized he was noticing the fact that I was naked from the waist down. I didn’t rush to cover myself, or jump up in shock or shame, simply laughed at the surprise interruption. A few more words were exchanged and then he left. It didn’t seem to faze my friend much, and it didn’t embarrass or unsettle me, but it was a genuine surprise. I’ve had sex outside, in public places where there was a chance to get caught, but never have I been discovered naked in my own backyard. Of all the risky situations I’ve placed myself in, getting caught this way the best I could have hoped for. No police had to be called and I didn’t have to explain what I was doing, or justify it. I got caught with my pants down and there were no consequences - not even shame or embarrassment. It almost makes the tale not worth telling.  |
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