The Mystery of Jack

The Mystery of JackAs I opened the back door to the shed in Jack's backyard (where he had installed a glory hole), my pulse was starting to rise. The day was a fairly hot and humid one that July, but the shed where the glory hole was located had air conditioning, and closing the door behind me felt good on my lightly sweaty skin.Directly ahead of me was the four inch diameter hole through the plywood divider that separated Jack's side from that of mine. Even though my side was quite dark, I could make out movement on the other side. Even through that small hole, I could tell that he was setting on some sort of low stool; waiting for my arrival, and, as I stepped up to the glory hole I was also hurriedly unzipping my jeans and getting my cock and balls out!"Good morning!" I heard Jack say from the other side."God, I'm SO horny!" I replied.At that, Jack chuckled, and replied: "That's good to hear! I think I can help with that!""I know you can!" I said, finally getting my cock and balls free of the entangling fabric, and out into the open air. I'd worn my cock ring the last time I'd been to see Jack, and I'd worn it again as well.I could feel my pulse thudding in my neck and chest as the excitement and anticipation built up; and I inserted my cock through the glory hole, and pressed myself up firmly against the plywood divider panel, and gave myself up completely to Jack!Immediately, I felt him grab me by the balls in one hand, while with the other, he took my cock; and without much hesitation, he began sucking my cock!"Oh...god!" I said, as I felt the warm moistness of his mouth, his lips, and his tongue! Jack then worked my cock over with the same sort of enthusiastic energy as he had the first time, and as he did, I kept moaning with the fabulous pleasure of*that! I was determined to enjoy my time there with Jack because it was difficult in my normal daily life to find the opportunity to visit him. Being married made it very complicated for me to*experience this sort of thing, and yet, for the next several days, my wife was out of town visiting her daughter in California, and that had given me the perfect opportunity to set up an appointment to see Jack, and get one of his fabulous blow jobs!I'd explained that to Jack earlier, as I'd tried to find a time we could meet, and rather than hurry to the logical conclusion of such a visit, he took his time and teased me more than he might have otherwise done; and that made the visit there that day all the more intense and memorable for me at least!Standing there, in cock sucking bliss, I put all other thoughts out of my mind, and focused only on what Jack was doing to my cock!But, even though he was trying to tease me, and to*postpone the moment of orgasm, I still came pretty quickly!"Oh...GOD! Jack," I kept saying, over and over and over again as I felt his mouth working my cock like the most amazing pussy ever, and I also felt his grasp of my balls as the squeezed and tugged on them with a similar rythym; and after a few more moments of that---I couldn't hold back from coming another moment; and as I came, Jack kept my cock in his mouth and I unloaded every drop of sperm I could unload; and, he*swallowed it all, not missing a single drop!"Oh FUCK!!!" I said, still pressed up against the plywood divider panel, my cock still on the other side of it, as Jack kissed*and licked the head of it tenderly. "God I NEEDED that SO BADLY, Jack! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!"I heard him give another chuckle. "You need to drop by more often, man! Seriously. If your wife isn't taking care of that cock of yours, then I WILL!""I know!" I replied. He was right about that, of course. My wife and I had not had sex in well over several decades! I'd begun visiting Jack and his glory hole not because I no loved my wife (that wasn't it all), but simply because I needed SOME sort of sexual outlet! Sure, porn was fun; and so too, was masturbation(!), but, what I missed the most was the so-called 'human touch', and*Jack was exactly that!!! There was something deeply satisfying, for me, to know that I'd given my load of cum to this other guy, rather than callously throwing it down the toilet in wads of toilet paper! Besides, I did love my wife. I might have decided to have sex with another woman, but I really didn't WANT to do that! At least with*Jack, there was no possibility of an accidental pregnancy; as it could be with another woman! With Jack it was just sex; plain and simple! Of course, there was some emotional dimension between he and I, but not to the degree that I'd be 'cheating' on my wife! Seeing jack was more of a pragmatic thing; and not romantic! At least, that's how I was seeing it.With Jack there was very little interpersonal connection (other than the blow job and orgasm). We didn't stand around after words and commiserate. In fact, Jack preferred it that way, so after I'd ejaculated, I withdrew my now sagging erection back through the glory hole, and began pulling my jeans up, stuffing my salvia-covered cock back into my under shorts, and making sure to thank Jack one more time for a*wonderful blow job, I left the shed and headed back to where my car was park a block away.As I made to the car, the sun light was bearing down on my head and shoulders like a hot and heavy blanket of humidity. But, in spite of that, I was savoring the lingering afterglow of the orgasm I'd just had with Jack! My balls ached a little from the intensity of my earlier*ejaculations, but it was what I called a 'good ache!' As I drove off, I thought about my unsuspecting wife in California, and part of me experienced a momentary sense of something like sadness, and even perhaps a little bit of guilt(?)...but that soon faded, as it had the last time I'd been to Jack's glory hole; and by the time*I picked her up at the airport (48 hours later), whatever 'regret', or 'guilt' I felt at that moment, would have faded into the background completely. It always did.At home, I looked at a photograph of my wife on the living room wall, and seeing her smiling, happy, beautiful face, I felt again that slight prick of guilt."I love you," I said out loud to her photograph. "I do!"But, how could I ever convince her of that? She'd see my visit to Jack's glory hole as proof that I either didn't really love her, or, that she had somehow failed me as a wife...otherwise, why would I have done such a thing as to let another man suck my cock, and give me a wonderful release of my otherwise pent-up sexual desires and needs?That was a conundrum I worried about after such visits! But, looking at her smiling face in that photograph, I really and truly DID love her! That was no lie! But---how to get*HER to see it that?! That was the question of questions! I didn't like sneaking around behind her back like I did, and that was what bothered me the most; not that I was getting sexual release from Jack in the way I was! That was 'just sex!' But, would she see it that...pragmatically?The End*