Home Alone

Every week my wife Melissa very kindly grants me an evening to myself to, as she thinks, catch up on paperwork from the surgery, watch a few of what she calls my boring-old-fart programmes on TV or just do a little quiet reading.

She goes over to visit her parents and drops our daughter Beth off, heads off to her night class and then comes back home after collecting Beth. She's taken all sorts of courses over the last couple of years: Sign Language for Beginners, Thai Cookery, Essentials of Plumbing and, one which I heartily encouraged, Anger Management.

What I get up to during my Melissa-free evenings rarely involves paperwork, television or quiet reading, though. Indeed, quite often I spend my 'night alone' very much not alone.

You see, I regard my weekly night of freedom as an opportunity to give way to certain temptations that I (usually!) manage to keep locked away the rest of the time. Melissa can have me all to herself six nights a week – not that she seems to want to take advantage of that prospect these days – but on the seventh night, I think it's healthy for me to have a change; to try something a little different.

I find myself looking forward to it. I've sometimes worried that patients might catch me grinning at an inappropriate moment during surgery as I'm contemplating how I might be going to spend this week's evening of supposed solitude. I regularly have to fasten up my white medical jacket to conceal the erection which almost invariably develops as I count the hours down and wonder what I might get up to this particular week.

The anticipation is usually far more exciting than the event, as so often happens in life, but there's always a chance, every week, that this week is going to be a good one.

At the moment, my evening of fun happens on a Thursday. Melissa busies herself learning relaxation techniques which don't seem to work terribly well, giving me until about half past ten to enjoy myself in whatever way I choose.

You may not believe it, but my little 'hobby', if I can call it that, started off rather by accident. Melissa had gone over to her parents' and I was spending a few hours on the internet, searching for random stuff as the mood took me.

We hadn't been married long but already Melissa was starting to show that she was growing bored of having sex with me: I often wonder, actually, how genuinely she ever enjoyed it. She was coming down with almost nightly headaches and her period pains could go on for weeks. I seemed to be requesting sex, or trying to contrive ways to interest her in sex, on a basis she felt was unreasonably frequent.

I must have typed "men's briefs" or something similar into Google, hoping to find something I could wear as a surprise to relight Melissa's interest in me.

A opened up a site which showed a dark haired athletic-looking young guy wearing a pair of beautifully-fitting white briefs. My eyes lingered for a few seconds on his very well-equipped bulge. I liked it: partly in the sense of wanting to look as good as he did in a similar state of attire, but also just for the sake of how attractive he looked; how sexy he looked.

I clicked on the "Next" arrow, assuming I'd see another guy wearing just his underwear.

Instead, I got a picture of the same guy from behind, grinning over his shoulder and seductively pulling his briefs down to show off his arse. He had a really nice-looking arse with firm, round cheeks.

I felt my cock beginning to stir in my trousers. This was kind of interesting!

I clicked "Next" again and this time the guy had taken off his briefs and was showing off his semi-erect cock. It was a gorgeous thing: thick and long, with its large shiny helmet fully exposed.

He had a cheeky grin on his face. He was cute and well-hung and Christ did he know it!

I clicked "Next" again, rubbing my own lengthening cock through my trousers, and got another picture of him, this time with his cock at full-mast. It had quite a few prominent veins running down its hard shaft and the purple head of it looked ripe enough to burst.

He was grinning more broadly, clearly enjoying being photographed showing off his extremely hot-looking cock.

Another click of "Next" revealed him from behind again, this time bending forwards to expose his tiny puckered arsehole with his balls dangling between his legs. He was looking back towards the camera, still smiling but looking a little less confident than he had when he'd been flaunting his cock.

I imagined fucking him in that position. He'd need working open with a couple of fingers and a hell of a lot of spit first, but he looked like the kind of guy who'd soon be enjoying it.

I glanced at my watch and realised I had at least half an hour before Melissa was due back from her parents. I thought I might as well take the opportunity to have a bit of solitary fun now that it had presented itself.

I pulled my cock out from my trousers and briefs and wanked myself slowly, enjoying the rest of the photo set showing the athletic-looking guy. There was a beautiful shot of him cumming, with a arc of white semen shooting out from his plum-like bell-end and an expression of amused surprise on his face. Then another nice shot of him wiping himself with his briefs, obviously laughing at some quip made by the cameraman.

I was surprised at how easy it was to find similar stuff and enjoyed several more sets of young men revealing their cocks and arses, and masturbating and climaxing for the camera.

Several young guys came to my surgery every week and had to undress for me, but this was so much better. Not only was I guaranteed to see the guys' erections, a rarity in the surgery, but I was able to stare at their bodies and appreciate every detail for as long as I wanted to, instead of having to feign professional disinterest.

I was whacking myself to my own climax with a picture of a blond guy's splayed arsehole on the screen as I heard Melissa unlocking the front door. I hurriedly cleaned myself up as she switched on the kettle and shouted up the stairs demanding to know what I'd been doing.

A few days later, I'd suggested the idea of having some time on my own on a regular basis.

She'd said, snappily, "You get enough time on your own, Sebastian! You get every Sunday afternoon to write those stories you don't let me see!"

"Not every Sunday afternoon. I only get those when you have nothing planned for us."

She'd humphed crossly and so I'd continued, "And anyway, it's not like I'm on my own – you're just downstairs. And it's not like I'm able to relax – I've told you before, I'm just writing a sort of... er... diary."

She looked unconvinced.

I went on, desperately, "I've felt so much better these last few days – much less tense. And you know how I get when I'm tense – coming onto you for sex all the time. Well, it's been so much better since having that time alone... I haven't had to bother you at all..."

It was true; she couldn't deny that. Since I'd wanked off looking at the pictures of guys on the internet, and had a couple more discrete tugs in the shower in the interim, my interest in Melissa's charms seemed to have waned.

She considered what I'd said. "I thought it was supposed to work the other way with men. Isn't tension supposed to make you less aroused?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I've heard that. But maybe it doesn't work like that with me."

She nodded suspiciously, clearly drawn toward the idea of having me more chaste for the sake of a few hours on my own. I'd backed her into a corner and she knew it.

"Well, I suppose I could take up evening classes or something. I've been meaning to learn a language."

I nodded enthusiastically. "That's a great idea!"

And so that's how it had started.

The following week I was back on the web, finding pictures not only of good-looking guys showing off their cocks and arses, but of guys posing together and even playing around together.

One of the first sets I came across showing two guys together claimed they were brothers; the two lads did, indeed, look rather alike. They were posing as if for a family portrait; their stance was awkward and their smiles forced. Had they been fully clothed, the photo was the sort of thing you might see on someone's mantelpiece; their nudity gave the shot a surreal and mildly humourous quality.

The guy who was taller, and possibly slightly older, had the larger cock. His bell-end was very bulbous and his foreskin seemed unable to cover it completely. The younger lad's cock wasn't so mushroom-shaped and the tip of his foreskin formed a puckered nozzle at the end of it.

I looked at few more photos in the same set in which the guys posed in different positions, revealing their pale, slightly spotty, arses as well as their cocks. I noticed that the older brother's cock developed noticeably as the shoot went on and, although he didn't become erect, his cock became excited enough to grow thicker and rather longer. His foreskin retracted gradually back until the pale red head of his cock was almost fully exposed.

I was disappointed that the lads didn't touch each other in any sexual way. The younger guy was obviously rather shy about showing his body off, but the older one looked like he enjoyed it and I wondered if he might have been up for taking things a little further with his younger brother if things had gone differently.

I hoped that the shoot would end with the two of them wanking together, but the final shot showed them from behind, trying to smile back at the camera which was level with their arse cheeks.

Although I was aroused by the pictures of the two brothers, and a few similar series on the same site, I soon stumbled across photos of guys who were more than happy to touch one another, and usually a lot more than that, and these were the ones that had me unzipping my fly and moving my mouse across to my left hand.

I enjoyed seeing guys masturbating each other; especially younger guys. I think the vast majority of lads, at some point during their teens, end up wanking a mate off. As an early experiment in giving someone else pleasure, it's always seemed to me an important step in a guy's developing sexual awareness, no matter what his sexuality ultimately turns out to be.

So I liked looking at those and seeing the expressions on the lads' faces as the cock being wanked finally exploded.

I also enjoyed the occasional shots that I came across of guys fingering their arseholes or, better still, having another lad finger them while they masturbated themselves. I've always seen anal fingering in men as being woefully under-appreciated and was pleased to see that the act received at least some attention on the internet.

Pictures of men sucking each other's cocks were, of course, easy to find and had me wanking quite happily. Guys take to cock sucking so quickly and naturally compared to women that it wasn't surprising to find even guys who were apparently "straight" (as the sites claimed) getting down to it like pros.

I also enjoyed shots showing a guy with his face in his mate's arse. Although it usually wasn't easy to see what was going on between them, the fact that what they were doing looked so sordid and taboo was seriously arousing.