Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 11:04:26 -0700 From: Marc Barr Subject: Johnny Suburb Chapter 1 Synopsis: A married man with kids, suffering from an early midlife crisis, decides to secretly enter the world of gay porn and live out some of his lifelong fantasies. But the walls dividing his two lives slowly, but surely, break down. Warning: THIS IS FICTIONAL. Any similarities with persons living or dead is purely coincidental. If accessing this type of material in your region is illegal, don't, but honestly, I can't literally stop you from doing so. In this fictional world, STDs don't exist, therefore preventative measures aren't taken. That is not the case in real life. This story is merely a product of one's imagination. Comments, questions, concerns, hate mail, send the email at machofocker@hotmail.com This chapter contains sexual activity between two individuals of consenting age. Enjoy! Chapter 1 The first time was a jack off vid. He's sitting on a rusty brown couch in a white room in front of a man, who's no older than in his early thirties, in front of a thousand dollar camera. Sitting down on that couch might very well be the dumbest decision he's ever made in his life, but it's also undoubtedly one of the most erotic. After all, he had quite a lot to lose. He was a married man, having recently just turned fourty, who lives in the suburbs with a wife and two sons (a sixteen year old son and a nine year old). He held a respectably job at an upscale advertising company and took in an easy three figures per year. They were comfortable. He was comfortable. Too comfortable. This, was exciting. He couldn't help but think that ennui might have led him to make the biggest mistake of his life. But for the moment? He didn't care. He was hard in his shorts and his hands had started to wonder down his body, massaging skin and tugging down fabric. The man behind the camera had just chatted with him, asking him questions about himself. He nervously answered, throwing genuine shy smiles at the camera and answered more honestly than he probably should have (he would later think). "Yeah, I'm married." He had confessed, the golden band of his wedding ring clear on his pale fingers. "Yeah, with kids." "No, I've never done this before." "Yeah, it's my first time." The man behind the camera had been friendly, personable, and had succeeded in making him comfortable. He had introduced himself as Mark. He was a tall man, possibly standing at 6'3", with a bald head with shaved sides, and kind, warm, brown eyes with crinkled tips, the mark of a man who smiled a lot. He had heavy stubble on his angular face, highlighting his chin dimples and long, square, jaw. He only wore a pair of dark, brown, shorts in an effort to make Johnny more comfortable, Mark had said. Johnny noticed that Mark had a well defined barrel chest with a heavy coat of black hair that travelled down his neck and past his navel. He even had tufts of hair on his shoulders and back. Johnny couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to trail his hands down that path and discover more of what lay behind the sizeable, fabric covered, bulge he saw before him. Mark had thick, hairy, arms and large biceps. This was his first time in front of the camera, and they took it slow. A solo video. Just Johnny on the couch, slowly undressing himself until he was exposing his naked body on film. He would lean back on the couch, spreading out his legs before him as he closed his eyes, and caressed his body with his hands. Johnny was not a vain man, but he had received compliments on his looks at more than one point in his life. He frequented a gym close by his work, five times a week, and the result was a finely sculpted body. He didn't look like a bodybuilder, mind you, but he bore the body of a very active man. His pecs were well defined, his abs were sculpted, if not as well defined, and his shoulders were large and broad from lifting weights. His legs were thick and wide, and his arms bulged with the muscles of a man that frequently lifted weights. He had a light dusting of red hair that covered his chest and abs, with a thick bush of hair on his crotch. His sharp, chiselled, jaw was clean shaven, and his reddish-blonde hair was carelessly mussed from having a hand repeatedly run through them. "Let's see your eyes, look at the camera." Mark directed. Johnny complied, staring back at the camera with soulful blue eyes that highlighted his sharp, well worn, face. "You kinda look like an older version of that TV star, Thad Something-or other." Mark joked. "But his dad. Taller, broad shouldered, thick chest, with a nice smattering of ginger hair." Johnny laughed. "Uh, thanks?" "It's a compliment." Mark assured him with a chuckle. Their conversations relaxed him visibly, causing Johnny to settle deeper on the couch, his hands roaming casually, freely, over his now, naked, body. In time he would start touching himself, closing his eyes once more to surrender to the feeling, sensations, of the eroticism of jacking off in front of a stranger with a camera. He'd play with his nipples with one hand as he caressed his rapidly thickening shaft with the other. His cock hardened until its red head peeked out of its hood, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He would start to play with his pick, dark pink, balls as he stroked himself with his other hand, tugging on the thick shaft. He was a respectable eight inches, but it was the heft, the thickness, of his cock that took the brunt of Mark's compliments. He would touch himself slowly before using some of the offered lube on his hard prick, revelling in the feeling of the artificial heat that enveloped his cock, at the slickness it offered. He would stroke himself faster, and faster, as Mark moved about with his camera to capture as much of the moment as possible until Johnny came with a flurry of pumping hands, squinting face, and a jet of cum splattering his body. He only got five hundred dollars for that hour. A quick pump and blow in front of the camera that made his blood boil with excitement. Mark thanked him with a smile, handing him the money when all was said and done, and informed him that the video would be released very soon. Mark eagerly asked to see him again, asking if perhaps they could do more next time. Johnny eagerly agreed. When Johnny came home that night, at half past six, he was sated and calm. Unusually so, really, considering how he had a constant buzzing under his skin as he dressed after the shoot and throughout his drive home. But now that it was done, now beyond his control, the butterflies in his stomach had been left behind. He greeted his wife with a soft kiss on the lips and an arm around her shoulders as they chatted about empty things they did throughout their day. He would eat with his family, laughing with them like he always had, until they all went to their beds as they had always done in the past. It would be weeks before he thought about the video again. Mark had sent him a text the hour before the video would be uploaded to the site. It was early in the morning still, but he had just arrived at work and would have no chance to check the site until the end of the work day. Johnny spent the entire day thrumming with energy he attributed to the excitement of it all. He would constantly look around the office and think to himself how any one of these people could have the chance to see him naked, to see him touching himself, if they just found the right site. His cock remained constantly hard throughout the entire day. He was all too eager for the day to end, vibrating on his seat at four in the afternoon as he booted up his personal laptop inside his locked office, the shades drawn shut. He made sure to use his own personal internet stick so as not to share his internet history with the rest of the office. Even his exhibitionism had its limits. Mark's site was like many other gay porn sites that Johnny had visited. Images of handsome men with great bodies on various pages doing different things, either with themselves or with others. But Mark's site had been one of Johnny's favourites, one of the ones he frequented the most. And now, there he was in on the main page, one of the featured latest videos; a solo video. It bore a description of the video with screen caps of Johnny in various state of undress and action. There was also a one minute video montage of him chatting and touching himself. 'Johnny Suburb'; it said. Mark had named him, giving him a ridiculous surname that made Johnny chuckle. He supposed the first named couldn't be helped considering that's how he introduced himself on the video. He didn't mind seeing as how common a name it was. He actually quite liked the name he had been given. It was simple and ridiculously cheesy. Johnny checked the comments that had since been posted at the time of the upload, voraciously reading what viewers thought of his video. He had been rated four stars out of five, with many of the comments complimenting him on his body and the colour of his hair. Many of the comments described such fantastically obscene things about his body, about him, that Johnny couldn't help but jack off to them, twice, not caring about the fact that he was still at the office. He didn't head for home until half past six. He couldn't keep the grin off his face when he came home that night, feeling high on the adrenaline brought on by the sole fact that he was now a legitimate, online, porn star. Of sorts. Of course he knew one jack off vid does not a porn star make, but he got off on the thought nonetheless. There were moments, that repeated at random intervals, where he felt some semblance of guilt. Of fear. Of the possibility that everything he had worked for in his life could be flushed down the toilet due to him acting on his desires. There was that fear of how it could negatively affect his family. He loved his wife and children, his life, and his home, and something like this could very well jeopardize everything that he, and his family, had worked hard for. But mostly, he was glad. Glad to be rid of the dull normalcy of it all. The constant thrumming of excitement under his skin was an intoxicating feeling for Johnny, and despite the content of what he had done, he couldn't feel happier. "Dad keeps on smiling. It's creepy." Josh, his oldest son, had joked in the dinner table. "Smiling is a good thing." His wife, Annie, pointed out. "I know you're at that age where you're just flushed with teenaged angst, but don't forget that smiling is a good thing. Happy father, happy life." Johnny just chuckled in return. He made love to his wife that night, and they both went to bed happy. It wasn't until two weeks after his video went up that Johnny came back to Mark's studio for another shoot. Mark greeted him with a hug when he arrived, a wide smile on his face. "How ya doin' Johnny? How's life treated you since the video went up?" "It's been good. It's been fine. Nothing's really changed." Johnny confessed honestly. As far as he knew, no one around him had displayed any inclination that they had seen his video. Johnny didn't care much about this fact. The sole fact that he had done the film continued to be the thrill that he sought. "You sure you're okay with trying something different this time around?" Mark asked as they made their way into his office. "You're good to go with a guy right? We can just do a hand job for now, a mutual one maybe?" Johnny nods his head with a smile. "Yeah, that's fine. That sounds good." Mark smiled widely as he opened the door to his office and ushered Johnny inside. "Good, then let me introduce you to your co star." His name was Ben. He was a college freshman who had just recently turned eighteen. Standing at an even six feet, he was as tall as Johnny, but with a slighter frame. Still quite sturdy though, from what Johnny saw. Ben was an athlete, playing college football. He was in a fraternity and started doing porn for the fun of it, like Johnny had, as well as to supplement his scant income. Ben had messy black hair and a clean, smooth face with a square jaw and an upturned nose. He had sharp cheeks that sunk into two of the most adorable dimples that Johnny had ever seen. He was handsome and direct, his voice deeper than Johnny imagined when he first heard him speak. He was easy going and funny, making easy conversation with Mark and Johnny despite their difference in age. His hands were large and rough, gripping Johnny's firmly when they had first shook their hands. Their scene together was a lot easier than Johnny had ever imagined considering their age difference. "Yeah, I'm a bit older than you..." Johnny said shyly, blushing at the observation, his voice trailing off into the end. Ben chuckled in response, shifting on the side of the couch where the both sat. "You don't look that old." "I could literally be your dad." Johnny laughed as the teen continued to smile. "I actually have a son that's only a couple of years younger than you are." "He's a lucky guy, I wouldn't mind being your son." Ben said heatedly, his eyes staring directly into Johnny's, before he leaned forward and captured Johnny's face with a kiss. It was soft, and tender, yet eager. Ben's lips were soft and firm on Johnny's as his hands travelled down to grip the older man's hips. Clutching to a handful of fabric, Ben began to pull Johnny's shirt out of his pants and over his head. Momentarily breaking apart the two began to undress each other, occasionally meeting half way for a kiss on the lips, the neck, or the cheek. Ben had shifted himself forward, causing Johnny to move back to lean back on one arm of the couch as Ben moves his half naked body over his. Johnny took the time to admire Ben's smooth, tanned, body, his hands caressing the soft skin. He ran his fingers down Ben's hard, developed, chest and his chiselled abs to brush lightly at the trail of black hair on his belly. Ben leans further into Johnny's body, firmly slotting himself between the man's legs. He had pulled up the older man's legs and brought them around his hips, the younger man's pelvis pressing down on Johnny's crotch. Johnny settles back deeper into the couch as he relishes on the heaviness of Ben's body over hiss, of the heat of his skin, and the feel of his touch as the younger man's hands grips his hips tighter. Only the smattering of lips could be heard as they two met kiss for kiss, and tongue for tongue. Occasionally Ben would lightly bite down on Johnny's lips and pull, before diving forward once again to kiss him deeply, thrusting his tongue into the older man's mouth. "You're so fucking hot." Ben would whisper breathlessly between kisses. "You smell so fucking good." Johnny groans as Ben starts suckling on his shoulder, licker and nipping at his neck before the younger man moves down to suckle on Johnny's pert, cherry, nipples. Ben's mouth was wet and warm as he nipped and licked at each nipple, his warm, large, rough hands travelling up and down the older man's body. "Daddy has such a good body." Ben mumbles to himself, completely lost to the scent and feel of the man underneath him. He trails kisses down Johnny's chest, taking in the heady musk of his skin, before going back up to suckle on another tit. He trailed kisses along Johnny's thickly muscled arms, tacking deep whiffs of Johnny's scent as he makes his way past his pits, before moving back up to kiss and lick his way into the other man's mouth while they both move to unbutton their pants. Soon their grinding on each other with their boxer briefs, both moaning loudly as their hefty packages rub and leak against each other. A thick, wet, spot from the pre- cum could be seen on Johnny's underwear. The older man cusses as Ben dives down to suckle on the wet spot, mouthing at Johnny's bulge. Ben peers up at the older man through thick lashes as he pulls down Johnny's underwear, releasing the thick, leaking, red cock to slap against Johnny's belly. "Fuck." Ben says huskily, heatedly staring at Johnny's tool. "So fucking beautiful." Johnny can't help but watch and moan out loud as Ben licks a long, wet, stripe up his hard, leaking tool. The younger man laps at the shining, oozing pre-cum that makes its way out of the tip before engulfing Johnny's member in one fell swoop. "Jeez, shit!" Johnny exclaims at the sudden tightness and heat of Ben's mouth as the jock takes him in and sucks in deeply. It was quite a sight for Johnny as he peers down with a flushed face to find Ben's lips wrapped around his thick cock, his cheek's slightly bulging due to the girth. "Oh man..." Ben continues to suck the man down, working to take in as much of the older man's cock as he possibly could while he grips the older man's hips tightly with his hands. His rapid suckling echoes throughout the room, and saliva leaks out at the corners of his mouth as he tries to take the man deeper, and deeper. It was intoxicating for Ben. Johnny's heady musk was strongest here, flooding his head with the man's scent. He loved it and tried to take in more of it as he possibly could, his cock hardening, if possible, and leaking through his underwear. Johnny's cock leaves Ben's mouth with an obscene pop as the younger man looks up with a smile. "Holy shit, you're good at that." Johnny gasps and chuckles awkwardly earning a crooked grin from the young man at his waist. Ben chuckles before diving back down to capture Johnny's thick, red, balls into his mouth, suckling them with his mouth. The heat and the wetness of it makes Johnny moan, causing the older man to throw his head back and just fall apart against the arm of the couch. "Fuck, Ben. Don't stop, please." He begs as the younger man pumps his shaft while he suckles on his balls. But the younger man does stop, moving to pull the older man's underwear completely off his legs, throwing them to the side, before shift Johnny down with his rough hands. Johnny was confused at first, not really knowing what Ben wanted of him, but he quickly understood as the young jock dives back down, past Johnny's cock and balls, and buries his face between Johnny's butt cheeks while Ben simultaneously, and easily, lifts the older man's hips with his hands. "Shit!" Johnny exclaims at the sensation of a warm, wet, tongue lapping at his hole. It was the first time for him, and certainly one that he would remember for a very long time. Johnny repeatedly bucks his hips onto the eager tongue as Ben pumps his cock faster, and harder, that special spot in within his belly tightening as the sensation build up in his body. "Ben, I'm gonna..." Johnny just manages out roughly before he's spilling his seed, shooting thick ropes of cum up into the air. It splashes against the fabric of the couch, onto his sweaty body, onto Ben's hair, and some even onto Johnny's face. He had never before cum so hard and so much in his life that it momentarily leaves him breathless, speechless and shuddering. As Johnny just starts to lean back against the arm of the couch, Ben makes his way up until his hips were now straddling Johnny's chest. The younger man pulls up Johnny's tired head with one hand as he tugs down his underwear with another. Johnny opens his tired eyes and looks up to find the younger man pulling out his hefty tool. Ben's cock was big. That much was obvious. Bigger than Johnny's, although not by much, but just as thick, maybe slightly more. The skin of the shaft was darker than the rest of his body, and the head was an angry purple that glistened with pre cum. Johnny looks up at Ben's intense, flushed face, quiet and panting for breath. "Open your mouth." Ben commands huskily and Johnny quickly complies. The older man expected the jock to shove the thick tool into his mouth, but instead he begins to pump his cock, fast and hard. "Open your mouth wider. Stick out your tongue." Ben grits out between rapid pumps, his large hands a blur. Then with a deep, heavy, grunt, thick ropes of cum shoots out of Ben's cock, splattering Johnny on the face. Ben grunts through the orgasm, gripping his tool tightly and peers down to aim the shots onto Johnny's mouth and outstretched tongue. Johnny's tongue is coated in the warm, thick, liquid, as his face become sticky and wet from the shots that miss their mark, causing the older man to shut his eyes as the younger man paints his face with his seed. He can taste the saltiness on his tongue, with a tinge of sweetness. Ben cums and cums, continuing to fill the older man's mouth with a copious amount of his seed. When he finishes with a grunt and a moan, Ben looks down appreciatively at his handy work, at the cum coated tongue, and cum filled mouth below him. The jock smirks cockily as the older man keeps his mouth wide open, his eyes shut tight, while at the corner of his eyes, Ben sees Mark move in for a closer shot. "Now, swallow." Ben commands huskily and Johnny quickly complies, pulling the tongue back into his mouth and swallowing. The older man's adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and Ben can't help but caress Johnny's throat with his hands before briefly squeezing them with his big hands. They spend some time panting on the couch, their bodies glistening with sweat, coming down from each of their respective orgasms. Only the sounds of their heavy breathing could be heard in the room. Later, when they meet up again at Mark's common room after they've both cleaned up, Ben greets Johnny abashedly, his cheeks tinged pink, running a hand through his hair. "You alright? Sorry about that." Ben says with a shy flinch. Johnny just shakes his head and grip's one of Ben's thick shoulders with his hand. "Nothing to be sorry about, that was good. Best blowjob I've ever had in my life. And that thing you did with your tongue on my ass? Maybe I should be apologizing to you!" Johnny laughs as Ben chuckles in return, shaking his head at the older man. "Nah man, that was my pleasure. I like rimming, you've never been rimmed before?" Ben asks curiously. Johnny shakes his head and chuckles. "Nope, first time for, almost, everything. I've had guys go down on me before, by it's the first time I've had a tongue up my ass. Also the first time a guy came into my mouth." Ben blushes deeper and ducks his head again. "Yeah, sorry about that too. Jeez, got lost in the moment you know?" "Don't be. It was hot." Johnny confesses, scratching his brow at the admission. "And you actually tasted kinda good. But man, you cum a lot though." "So I've been told." Ben laughs heartily. "But really, that was the first time you ate cum?" "I've tried my own." Johnny says. "And some other guys throughout my life. But it's the first time someone came directly into my mouth, yeah." Ben levels Johnny with a heated look then, pulling Johnny's hips close with his hands. "Really? And what'd you think?" Johnny takes a moment to swallow, feeling aroused at the sudden intensity and firmness that Ben's suddenly exhibiting. It was similar to the intensity and tone he commanded during the shoot, something that, to Johnny's surprise, he found arousing. "Wha... what'd I think... about what?" The older man stutters in response, suddenly feeling flushed and embarrassed, taken aback by the sudden shift in Ben's demeanour. Ben had roughly pulled him close, pressing their hips together, brushing their cocks against one another. Johnny could feel Ben's hardening tool in his pants. Ben leans closer, his lips inches from Johnny's ear. "What did you think of taking all of my cum in your mouth and swallowing it?" Ben asks slowly, quietly, deeply, into Johnny's ear. Johnny's speechless at the tone and the younger man's demeanour, just returning Ben's words with a nervous stare. Ben smirks at him. "Did you like it." "Yeah." Johnny confesses huskily, seemingly only capable of one word at the moment. "You liked eating my cum?" Ben asks again. "Yeah." Johnny repeats. "Maybe next time I can fuck your face, so I can watch your mouth stretch on my cock. Pump it full of my cum. D'you want that, baby?" He whispers as he clutches Johnny's butt firmly with his large hands, all the while grinding their hips together. "Yeah..." Johnny breathes out as he closes his eyes while Ben leans in for a deep, tongue filled, kiss. They make out for a long moment, Ben holding Johnny tight in his thick, jock muscled, arms, before Ben pulls back with a chuckle and a wink and walking away, leaving a flushed, hard, Johnny in his wake. When he comes home that night, his mind continuously drifts into space, thinking back of those moments with Ben. There was a curious duality within Ben; the occasionally shy yet eager and jock, and then there was the forceful man with a dirty tongue. It had been the first time in his life that someone had treated Johnny in that manner in his entire life, and he didn't quite know how he truly felt about it. Thinking back in his life, he found that it is he who is usually levelling others with those smouldering looks, and dirty speech, and forceful demeanour. He could not remember a time when he had ever been on the receiving end of it. He could not remember a time that he had ever been more aroused because of it. He spaces out during dinner, garnering curious questions from his family. His wife looks at him with concern, while his oldest son arches a brow. "What's up dad?" His youngest, Colby, asks curiously while fidgeting in his seat and playing with his food. Johnny just smiles in return and shakes his head softly. "Nothing buddy, just thinking about something that happened at work." That night, he makes love to his wife again. But this time, he thinks of Ben and his words. Nothing happens for several weeks and Johnny is lost once again in the relative normalcy of his life, his thoughts of Ben momentarily forgotten due to work and life. An increased workload has him staying at the office longer, which was fine considering it meant more pay. Annie, a nurse, also had her shift moved to evenings and now left for work by six only to come home by six the morning after. It left less time for each other, but they had managed through these types of workload before. It was typical and perfectly ordinary. Johnny even hardly noticed that the for sale sign at the house besides theirs, nestled at the end of their lane, had been marked 'sold'. It wasn't until three weeks later, since his shoot with Ben, that Johnny heard from Mark that his new video would be uploaded onto the site during the next few days. The excitement returned then, along with that faint thrumming of nerves under his skin that followed him for the rest of the day. He comes home early from work that evening to find large trucks unloading furniture at the end of the lane. He parks the car on their driveway and when he exits, he sees Josh and Colby talking animatedly to a tall man, with his back turned towards Johnny, at the edge of the drive. Movers are dithering about with furniture and Johnny makes his way around them and toward his sons and his new neighbour. "Dad!" Colby greets brightly, waving his arms about in the air, jumping for joy at the sigh to of his father. Josh motions for him to come over when he sees him as the tall man turns to face him. Surprise etches Mark's face when he sees Johnny, completely taken aback by the coincidence. Johnny's expression wavers from his smile to a dumbstruck confusion by the time he makes it towards the three. "Dad, this is Mark. He's the guy that bought the Laserty's house." Josh explains. Mark is staring at Johnny with wide eyed surprise for a moment more before he comes to himself and evens out his expression with a smile. "Mark O'Shaugnessy. Nice to meet you." Mark says with a smile and a firm shake of his hands, acting as if it was their first meeting. Johnny is still dumbstruck by the coincidence, but soon schools his expression to a friendly one as well, returning his greeting. "I'm Johnny. I guess you've met my sons, Josh and Colby." At the sound of his name Colby moves beside Mark and tucks himself underneath the man's large hands, his head barely reaching Mark's waist. "Look at how tall he is!" Colby exclaims excitedly as Mark chuckles and messes up the boy's hair with his hand. "Yeah, I've been told I'm pretty big." Mark says with a booming laugh. "Welcome to the neighbourhood." Johnny greets warmly on the outside while his heart beats madly within his chest. This was something he had never foreseen. Even if he knew how relatively 'public' his porn indiscretions were, he never thought that it would literally follow him home. To make matters worse, Josh makes a normally friendly offer that in Johnny's educated context, makes him sweat. "Hey Mark, you clearly haven't unpacked your stuff yet. Want to join us for dinner?" Josh asks innocently. Mark looks at me nervously, shifting his weight to his other leg before rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, I wouldn't want to impose..." He mumbles. I manage to snap a smile on my face instead and shake my head. "Nonsense, we'd love to have you over for dinner. I don't cook as well as my wife, but I actually just happened to have bought enough Chinese tonight to feed all of us." Mark tries to turn it down once again, but this time it was Colby who insisted, pulling on the big man's hands. "Yeah, come on!" The boy insisted with a bright smile, causing Mark to relent with a heavy sigh and a nod. Then, as we made our way back to my house, I could have sworn that my heart could be heard thundering in my chest.