In my short time knowing the couple, Gina had gotten really frustrated with Jordan and his fascination for cock.

They were both cock-hungry but were planets away from being on the same page.

That was good for me as she would then come over more often than not and complain about him, before ending with us fucking each other’s brains out.

Then one day there was a huge argument next.

Doors were slammed with a lot of yelling, then sudden silence.

Then there was a pounded on my door.

It was Gina, with her kids.

“I sorry but I’ve had enough of the faggot shit, I will be going away to mom’s for a month to cool off,” Gina said.

We cuddled and kissed before she gave me a stern message.

“Don’t let Jordan into your world and let him work his mojo on you,” she said pleadingly.

“…and please don’t let him turn you into one of he’s faggot fucks,” She whispered and kissed me.

“Remember, don’t let Jordan work his magic on you,” She left saying.

So I didn’t have Gina was for a while, so it was back to life on my own once again.

The first week went without any hitches or dramas, a matter of fact no visitors.

I didn’t even see Jordan all week, and then Sunday happened.

On Sunday I went for an early morning job and picked up the paper from a shop.

After a small breakfast, I went into my backyard.

Once I mowed the lawns and cleared up the cutting with my blower I downed a beer.

Then I went inside and locked the front door and took a shower.

After that, I downed another cold beer before bringing out a cooler of cold beer out to my back porch.

My backyard had oversized fences away from prying eyes and the only way into the backyard was via the side gate which the lock sticks and is rarely used.

I just hope no-one with determination forces it open like the Jehovah’s or some other uninvited person, while I’m trying to relax by myself.

When Gina wondered in on me a few months ago I was starting to fix it but didn’t get around to it.

That’s how she caught me wanking in the first place.

Since then, I made sure I had a few old towels nearby my deckchairs and a ball bat for back-up.

There I was soaking up the sun on deck-chair and drinking more coldies dressed in only a robe, thinking about something but really nothing.

I was under my make-shift clothesline with some dry clothes I was too lazy to bring inside.

Gina was on my mind now and where she was before I slowly drifted off to a mid-morning snooze.

Close to an hour passed and my can had already dropped as I slowly nodded off.

I started to stir and awaken as I had a sense that someone or something else was with me on my porch.

It or they dulled the light of the sun around me and shocked me.

I instinctively reached around for my nearby ball bat that was under the deckchair.

“Whose there, show yourself,” I nervously ordered.

Squinting as I stared into the sun and bringing the bat out.

Someone yanked the bat out of my hands and tossed it.

“Relax bro, it’s just me Jordan from next door,” It was Jordan.

“Oh ok! What brings you here?” I hesitantly said and thinking of Gina’s words.

“Don’t sweat buddy! Boredom is what brings me here,” He said with a strange grin.

“Ok, want a cold one?” I asked and pointed to the cooler.

Jordan grabbed another deck chair and sat down next to me.

It’s only then I noticed he had a backpack with him.

We lay back on the deck chairs until he finished a few sips of his beer.

Before I knew it he was taking stuff from his backpack.

I saw a bong and a mixing bowl then he poured a bag into it.

It was weed as I sipped my beer.

He took another sip and started messing around with his crap.

So the next 15-20 minutes later he started smoking his bong.

He offered it to me, but I declined at first with Gina on my mind.

we relaxed drinking beers and shared a bong around.

By his 3rd hit, I felt drowsier and then asked to took a hit.

We then exchanged the next smoke which made me sleepy

By the next hit, I slowly drifted off to sleep again.

In the background, I could hear Jordan talking but I was too sleepy to take notice.

It must have been fifteen minutes later when I slowly started to wriggle around and stretch.

I felt horny and hard.

That’s when I noticed why.

Jordan had his mouth around my cock and was sucking it ever so slowly through my now opened robe.

I didn’t know what to say so I let him continue, while I sucked on my now warming beer.

That’s when I remembered Gina’s warning.

Part of me wanted to stop him but part me didn’t.

I stopped him by getting up and going indoors for more cans for the cooler.

This time Bourbon and dry cans.

When I sat back down nothing was said.

In time I offered him another can which he took.

We soon smoked some more weed and I feel drowsy again.

I kept hearing Gina in my head.

“Don’t let him turn you into faggot while I’m gone,” I kept hearing Gina’s words.

The more I smoke the less I heard her.

I didn’t even know he was at my cock again.

Feeling embarrassed he was like that dog that wants to mount your leg.

This time as he has sucked my cock I just sat there enjoying my can and his work.

Eventually, I felt the urge to join in but was hesitant.

The flooring was wooden and rough so we rolled out a blanket and lay on top giggling.