After I got out of the Navy, I could go back to a "normal" life. Went to school, had a small place, lived on the GI Bill. I had an open door policy as long as they brought, booze or weed. Some girls would visit, some guys. Funny how many married people came over. It was to days of free love and lots of sex. Married woman would stop for a glass of cheap wine, pussy lick and a hard fuck. Married men would come over to smoke weed, suck or be sucked. I lived in a back cottage on an split block ally. Typical of the LA area. The man across the way saw me working on my motorcycle, had longer hair, mustache and a little "hippy" looking. Started to chat and asked if I had or could get some weed. Invited him into my place and handed him a joint to fire up to see if he was a "Narc" We got quite stoned.
The conversation turned to sex when he noticed my fuck mags on my coffee table. I kept them there to get a rise out of visitors, men or woman. As he looked through the mags, he was getting a hard on. he complained about his sex live with his wife.
I could see that his shorts were getting a little to tight and asked if he wanted to take them off and stroke a little. I was all ready rubbing my bulge. To my surprise, he stood up and dropped his shorts and underwear. Out popped a great looking cut cock. I said that I will join him and dropped mine. He looked at my cock and smiled. I told hem that I did not understand why his wife did not take better care of him. and I sure would. He stepped in front of me, his cock in my face. To be continued