We were sorry to see Fred and Mary-Beth leave the neighborhood but something had to happen. Fred had been slipping lately. Forgetting to put on clothes when he left the house. Forgetting which was his house. And when Angela found him standing naked in our kitchen looking through the refrigerator, she called the cops.

We all agreed there was no sense in making a federal case out of it if Mary-Beth would move him somewhere where he could receive the supervision he needed, so they put their house on the market and moved into an assisted-living facility.

That's how Ray Howard came to the neighborhood. He moved in just about a month after it listed, and we dropped by to say hello with some of Angela's famous chocolate chunk cookies. We talked for a few minutes to find that Ray was divorced and single, he worked as a foreman for a construction contractor, and he felt fortunate to have found such a good house in our kind of neighborhood.

As we were leaving, he asked if we knew someone who could hook up his home entertainment system.

"Oh, Bret can do that," Angela offered. "He's done it for just about everyone on the street."

"Great," Ray said. "When do you have time to do it?"

"What about Wednesday evening? That's usually when I've recovered from what's built up from the weekend and before I try to keep the next weekend open."

"Super. See you about seven?"

"Seven it is."

And on Wednesday evening, I was knocking on his door a little after seven.

"Right on time," he said. He showed me what he had and where he wanted it, and I got to work. It was just a matter of connecting cables and configuring the router to connect it to the Internet and then the individual electronics. Forty-five minutes later, I was done.

"You are a fucking WIZARD!" he said. "I would have been forever and still would be cursing the cocksuckers who made this so difficult."

I gave him my patented reply. "Don't try this at home, kids; I am a trained professional."

"Got time for a beer? I want to make sure everything works before you leave."

"Beer is fine."

One became two, two became three. Combined with the gummies I ate before coming over, I was pretty well lit.

We started talking and Ray told me how he had come to town, how he had caught his wife fooling around and divorced her. I couldn't understand what motivated her to cheat; he was sitting there wearing cut-off sweatpants and a crop-top wifebeater. I guess he wasn't bad looking but he had the kind of body I wish I had. Not much fat, big arms and legs and a lot of chest hair. The women should have been swarming him.

While we drank the beers and talked, I tested the system to ensure everything was working correctly. I adjusted the TV picture and sound and set up the stereo speakers so they covered the whole room. I asked him if he had a DVD to test the Blu-ray player. "I have some home movies, but they are a little risqué. I'll get them unless you have an objection to porn."

I hadn't seen any real porn in years, just the bare breasts and butts that it seems almost every new movie includes. "Nope, bring it on," I said.

He brought out his discs and inserted one. "Now this is pretty graphic, so I hope you enjoy it."

He sat back down on the couch next to me and reached for the remote. A few seconds later, a picture appeared on the screen and showed...

A man on his knees with a cock in his mouth.

My eyes passed this information to my brain, but my brain refused to acknowledge it. So as I was watching one man fellating another, I was trying to figure out exactly what it was that I was seeing.

Ray draped his right arm across my shoulders while his left hand rested high on my left thigh. "How about that? He sure looks like he's enjoying himself," Ray whispered in my ear.

My brain started to respond. The setting was someone's living room, the camera was focused on the face of the man on his knees as he ministered to the man seated on a couch. There was no doubt as to the identity of the man on his knees, I saw his whole face. I couldn't see more of the man on the couch than from his chest down, but I also had no doubt who it was. The arms, the legs, the body hair could only belong to Ray, the man sitting right next to me.

Ray pulled me closer to him. "Pretty hot, isn't it? I bet it's getting to you, too." He twisted in his seat, putting his lips at the junction of my neck and shoulder, gently licking and sucking.

My brain had just about recovered from the initial shock when an electric jolt shot straight to my cock.

He continued to nibble at my neck while his hand journeyed those last few inches from my thigh to my crotch. Did I mention he had big hands? I'm no porn star, and I acquit myself well in the gym showers. But his hand easily cupped me as he began a slow, rhythmic massage.

He turned me to him and with his mouth inches from mine, said, "How would you like to be him?" He touched his lips to mine and traced them with the tip of his tongue. "Open up, Bret," he whispered against my lips. He licked them again, using the tip to pry them open.

I was in total confusion. I had never kissed another man before like this, and my befuddled brain was trying to make sense out of it. I felt his tongue on mine, and then he was licking it, top to bottom, and the rest of my mouth. I had closed my eyes and without seeing it was him, I could feel my body responding.

"Now suck my tongue, Bret," he whispered. His tongue was in my mouth and I was sucking it and he was kneading my crotch and I felt the beginning of fear, panic, and excitement. I was reacting automatically to the stimulation.

He gripped my hair and attacked my mouth with his. He twisted away from me, pulling my body over his. Now I was lying across his lap as his kiss became more sensual. His right hand reached behind me and cupped my ass. My hands were on his arms and all I could feel was solid muscle.

He let go of my hair, whipped his top off, and brought my mouth to his nipple. "Lick it," he said. In the thicket, I saw his nipple, brown and stiff. I covered it with my mouth and ran my tongue over and around it, gently sucking and nipping at it. He made a contented grunt and moved me to the other side. Back and forth, side to side I went until he slid out from under me. "Now the belly button." He guided my mouth down his chest until I reached his navel. I covered it with my mouth and sucked it like a bottle, then dipped my tongue inside.

I knew where the ultimate destination was going to be, and sure enough, he lifted his hips and pushed down his cut-offs.

And there it was. His cock. I had seen many other men's cocks but this one looked to be well above average. Somewhere I had heard the term "treasure trail' and he had one. It ended in a sizable bush with the angry purple-helmeted monolith rising to stand proudly above. His scrotum seemed either swollen or overly large and rested on the couch cushions.

He cupped my head and drew me to it. "Don't be afraid; it won't bite. It might spit, but it won't bite." I don't know if I even tried to resist. And as the distance closed, when it was only an inch away, he said, "Give it a kiss. Go ahead, kiss it right on the tip."

I sensed a line about to be crossed. If I touched it with my lips, my tongue, my mouth, what did that make me? Would I ever be able to go back to the way I was? This quandary also was pushed to the back of my mind.

My lips touched the tip. He exhaled sharply. I touched it again. "That's good," he breathed. Then he stroked the shaft a couple of times and a bubble formed at the slit. "Lick it off," he said. "That's sugar. There's more where that came from, and I'll get you some honey too."

I moved back in and scooped the bubble with my tongue. I swirled it around, trying to get the taste. Slightly sticky and slightly salty but not unpleasant. "Give me your hand." He wrapped my hand around the shaft and slowly showed me how to milk him. More and more of the sugar bubbled forth, and I lapped it as fast as it appeared. "You might find it easier if you put your mouth over the head," he whispered.

And that is how I began to suck my first cock.

Once it was in my mouth, he closed his hands over my ears and gently moved my head up and down, gradually introducing more and more of his cock into my mouth. "Suck it like you did my nipples," he said. "Run your tongue around underneath the head on the outstroke." He was gently bucking his hips, feeding more and more of his cock into my willing mouth. Then he took it out of my mouth and lifted his scrotum.

"Lick my nuts," he said. I put the first one and then the other into my mouth and ran my tongue over them. He lifted his crotch to make access easier, and my lust was still burning white hot. Presently, he moved me back to his cock and increased the pace of his thrusting. I found that I had moved my hands to cup his ass and was taking it down to the root. "That's good, no gag reflex," he said.

Then I felt his balls rise in his scrotum, he began to pant, and he said, "Here it comes. Don't swallow it right away; just hold it in your mouth. Look at me."

By the time I had processed his directions, his cock had pulsed and shot the first bolt of semen into my mouth. It hit on the back of my mouth and puddled at the base of my tongue.

Immediately, there came another. Now I was in a quandary. The initial pool filled the back of my mouth and with my mouth full of his cock, the second filled the rest of the available space. He had moved his hands to the back of my head so I couldn't back away, and with no more room inside, there was only one way out, and that was to swallow.

Several things happened in sequence when I did. First, the puddle went down the chute, and some of the second shot followed. But his cockhead was over the hump of my tongue, and he pulled my head down. The result was that I swallowed his cock!

"MOTHERFUCKERHOLYSHITOHMYSWEETJESUS!" His cock continued to throb in my gullet, shooting directly into my stomach. My esophagus was spasming, massaging and milking his cock at the same time. His hands were gripping my head while mine were gripping his ass.

And there was no available airway.

Before respiration became critical, he released my head and fell back on the couch. At the same time, I extricated my hands and pushed on his hips, pulling the cork from my throat.

And when I had looked up, I saw that he had his phone and had been making a video.

"You were awesome. I can't wait until next time."

Wait, what?