maturedadsandmen: destinfriends:SEXY ALPHA MALE DILF, I BET HE IS A GREAT LOVER…WOOF !!My
maturedadsandmen: destinfriends: SEXY ALPHA MALE DILF, I BET HE IS A GREAT LOVER…WOOF !! My last Destinfriends reblog… :( For those of you guys out there reading this, who have someone in your life - outside your family - that you always fantasize about, but have convinced yourself you don’t have a shot in hell with, here’s a story that might inspire you. I’d always had a huge crush on my next door neighbor, Jeff Miller. It seemed to me that he was trapped in a loveless marriage. He and his wife always seemed to be arguing about something or other. During the all-too-infrequent times we’d shoot the shit over the fence separating our backyards, he seemed like a really decent, down-to-earth guy. Then again, maybe the fact that I wanted the two of us to bone was clouding my judgment. When we’d talk, there was always a sparkle in his eyes and an enthusiasm and excitement about him. Jeff had charisma for days. It was easy to see why his wife was attracted to him. But, as the months went by and his increasingly “cold war” with his wife raged on, I saw that light flicker out little by little. Genuinely worried about the guy, but not wanting to stick my nose in where it didn’t belong, I told him on a couple different occasions that, if he needed to talk - or just needed someone to listen - all he had to do was knock on my door. I’d see Jeff occasionally out in his yard or when one of us was on the way to our from our cars. But we never did anything more than wave politely and smile. Then, one day about a month later, I arrived home from work. I’d barely gotten the car turned off when the neighborhood busybody, Gladys Phillips, came tapping on my car window, excitement in her eyes. We exchanged hellos and had a little small talk. But I could tell she was practically shaking with excitement and I knew there was obviously some sort of neighborhood gossip she was dying to share, so I finally put her out of her misery. “What’s new, Gladys?” Breathlessly, she proceeded to tell me how a moving van had pulled up outside the Miller house earlier this morning and men had been carrying stuff out of the house until mid-afternoon. Then she saw Jeff’s wife carrying a couple boxes to her car before driving off. All I really wanted to do at that point was to check on Jeff. But before I could extricate myself from my conversation with Gladys, I had to engage in about 15 minutes of speculation of what was going on and why it had happened. Not even bothering to go inside and change out of my work clothes, I walked across the yard and knocked on Jeff’s front door. It took him a couple minutes - and a few times of me knocking - to come to the door. When he did, he stood there, shirtless in just a pair of boxer-briefs, with disheveled hair, holding a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s in his hand. I had to pry my eyes away from his salt-and-pepper hair covered chest and the sizable pouch in his underwear to look at him in the face. “Jeff, I just heard about what happened.” “Yeah. I figure Gladys has told the whole neighborhood by now. Come to rub my nose in my failed marriage, Ted?” I could smell the liquor on his breath. Something told me the bottle he was holding might have been the second one he’d broken open since his wife left earlier that day. “Is that what happened? Did Doreen leave?” “Yeah, she finally had enough. Packed up all her stuff and high-tailed it out of here. She’s gonna file for divorce. It’s over. Finito! Sayonara! Arrivederci! Hasta la bye-bye!” He was slurring his words horribly and had to lean against the door frame to keep from falling over. “I would never come over here to rub your nose in something like this, Jeff. We’ve always been buddies. I came over to check on you…see if you needed a shoulder to lean on or someone to talk to.” “I’m fine, Ted. I just need to be alone right now.” “You don’t look fine. And I’m not sure being alone is what’s best.” “Listen… I appreciate your concern. And if I need you, I’ll come knocking. But right now, I just want to be alone with my thoughts. You can understand that, right?“ “Sure. Of course…” I wasn’t sure he should be alone in the state he was in. But I certainly didn’t have any right to barge into his house and demand that he let me keep him company. So, I patted him on the shoulder, supportively, and headed back over to my house. Over the next several weeks, Jeff was a wreck. He behaved much of the same way I found him the day that his wife left. Like a good neighbor, I checked in on him, started bringing food over for him to eat to make sure he wasn’t starving, and kept offering to be a sounding board for him, if he needed it. Of course, he never actually took me up on the offer. But he seemed appreciative nonetheless. A couple months after Doreen left, I stopped by to check on Jeff. When he answered the door, I could tell something was different. He wasn’t drunk, for one thing. For another, didn’t look quite as unkempt as he’d been looking. And, he actually invited me in. We sat and talked for a couple hours. “I think I might finally be ready to get my life together,” he said to me at one point. “I’m not sure that there’s even anything out there for me, at this point. Starting over at my age is scary as hell. But I’m damn tired of sitting alone in this house day after day, drinking my sorrows away.” From then on, things got better for Jeff. He started being more social. He cleaned himself up. And he even got back to doing yardwork and gardening in his backyard. I even started to see traces come back of that sparkle in his eyes that had disappeared around the time he and Doreen started having trouble. I started spending a lot more time with Jeff, too. We were both single guys who had a decent enough amount of things in common. At first, I did it because I wanted to help lift his spirits as he tried to get his life back in order. My crush on him had taken a definite backseat. Of course, I still found myself attracted to the man. But, spending time with him wasn’t because I was angling to get him out of his clothes. One day, I arrived home and, right after I pulled into my driveway, a man on a motorcycle came roaring up the court and pulled into Jeff’s driveway. “What in the hell is THIS all about,” I thought to myself. I got a shock when the man pulled his helmet off to reveal it was actually Jeff…decked out in a leather jacket and leather gloves to match! I walked across to his driveway. “A new bike, man? What brought this on?” He beamed like a proud father as he ran his hands over the chrome and body of the bike. “You like her, Ted? I saw her at the dealership yesterday and I knew I had to have her.” “I didn’t know you rode…” “I’m a man of mystery, Ted, my friend. I’m a man of mystery. he laughed. “Actually, I haven’t ridden in almost 25 years. I stopped shortly after Doreen and I married. She said no self-respecting married man should be traipsing around on a motorcycle like he’s a teenager trying to relive his youth.” The mocking tone he used when he recalled what she’d said to him told me that anything involving Doreen was still a sore spot. “So, I stopped riding for her. I stopped doing a lot of things for her. But that’s all done with! Now that I’m starting my life over, I’m doing what I want to do.” By now, he had walked his motorcycle into his garage and we had made our way to his front door. After he unlocked it, he turned to me. “Come in for a minute, Ted. There’s something I wanna show you.” I had to will my cock to stay down in my pants. Seeing him in that leather jacket and jeans sent my hormones racing. “I’m glad you’re getting back into the swing of things, Jeff.” “Me too,” he grinned. “And It’s all because of this!” He held up an envelope with one hand and patted it with the other hand. “What’s in there?” “It was waiting for me when I got home from work yesterday.” he opened the folder and pulled the paperwork part of the way out. “Signed divorce papers from Doreen.” “Wow!” I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay, Jeff?” He exhaled. “Are you kidding? I’ve never been better. I’ll admit, there was a part of me that - at one time - wanted my marriage back. No matter how bad things had gotten between us at the end, I wanted her back. And I hoped that we’d eventually work things out. But now that I’ve finally started living my life again, she and I being free from each other is all that I really want. You’ve been an instrumental part in helping me rediscover my life, so I thought you’d like to be here when I sign the papers.” “Sure. If that’s what you want.” He pulled the papers all the way out, went to the last page, and signed them. Then, he pulled out the return envelope, put the papers inside and sealed it. Afterward, he exhaled deeply again. “Damn, that’s a weight off of my shoulders! Been a long time coming!” He reached over and patted me on the back. “I’m a free man, Teddy my man!” “Congratulations doesn’t seem like the right word to use.” “The hell it isn’t! Congratulations are most definitely in order. I feel like celebrating!” I started walking toward his refrigerator. “You want me to grab us a couple beers?” “I’m not talking about that kind of celebration, Ted.” “Oh? You want me to take you out to dinner to celebrate, my treat?” “Naaaaaahhhhhh. I’ve got something different in mind.” My curiosity was piqued. What other way was there to celebrate such an event. “Okay. How do you want to celebrate?” “By doing something I haven’t done in years. And I think, in the process, I’ll be giving you something you’ve wanted for a while too.” “What’s that?” Jeff had a gleam in his eye. “Don’t play coy with me, buddy. I know you’ve had a thing for me for a few years now. Trust me. Knowing that got me through some pretty rough times before and after Doreen left. It feels good to know that, when you’re at the lowest point you can ever be at in your life, there’s someone out there whose motor you get running.” “So, I take it you’re not disgusted?” “Hell no! I’m flattered! And it’s time that I pay you back for all the ways you’ve helped me over the past few months.” “That’s not necessary, Jeff. I didn’t do it looking for anything in return.” “Teddy, sometimes you can be really thick, you know that. Let me spell this out for you. I’m looking to pay you back for being so good to me…not with money. Not with a fancy dinner or any kind of present. I’m looking for us to get out of these clothes and see what we can do about it once that’s happens.” And that was the start of Jeff and I. Things progressed pretty slowly. That first night, I blew him and he blew me. But pretty soon, we were fucking on a regular basis. It was certainly unconventional, but before long, I was downsizing and preparing to rent out my house so that I could move in with Jeff. -- source link
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