I love pussy and I love women, I know that.

But then, when I get horny my mind goes "places". My fantasies are more situational than anything else.

Fantasy #1: I meet the straight guy next door, in his 20's, nerdy, skinny with glasses; not much experience with women and finds it hard to decipher the dating scene. I assume the surrogate cool uncle position, giving him pointers on how to score with women.

Then one day we are at my place drinking (too many) beers and talking about women and pussy, he asks me about my singles days and I share with him some of the stories. I can see that he's getting hard and he tells me that he's horny AF and he has not released in a week.

I ask him if he has ever played with other horny guys, maybe in college, and he tells me that he has thought about it but too scared since the few opportunities that he had were with guys that were too promiscuous for his taste.

And then he asks me if I had. And I "confess" to him that back in high school a buddy of mine "seduced me".

He laughs and asks me what is that me and the buddy did back in high school and I tell him that my buddy seduced me into blowing him.

He laughs again, rubs his bulge and says that he wishes someone would seduce him and blow him.

I look at him. He looks at me. And I ask him if he was joking or that was an invitation/proposal.

"Maybe a bit of both" he says.

I tell him that if he's serious he should turn off the lights.

And so he does.

I get close to him, unzip his pants, letting free a hard throbbing cock. I start to stroke him and he moans. I continue to stroke him and that's when he makes the move gently nudging my head downward, I get the hint, lean down and make his cock disappear into my mouth.

Fantasy #2: I met my next-door neighbor, a married guy in his 30's. Pretty wife. We meet in the hallway and we strike a conversation. Pretty cool guy. The following week he gets a delivery of a 72" HDTV and some big boxes of gear. I see him and comment on them. He tells me that he needs to hire someone to put it together, I tell him that I would gladly set up the gear, because you know, I am a guy and it's fun. And I used to work in a audiophile store when I was young.

I take a look at the gear, and I follow up with him via email about the cables and other accessories he needs to buy. We make plans for the following weekend when his wife is out on a business trip. He asks me what tools I will need and I tell him that I have all the tool he just needs to stock on beers.

"Deal" he says.

The following weekend on a Saturday I get there after lunch, we setup the gear, it's an amazing setup. We start working, and drinking, and talking. We talk about work, life, good books, good movies, married life, and women.

As the work progresses so does the beer consumption, and by the time we are finished we are buzzed. We test the gear with some music videos, it sounds amazing. And then we put the Casino movie to test the video and just shoot the breeze.

And the beers keep flowing.

At one point there's the scene where Sharon Stone gives a blow job to Joe Pesci and my buddy goes "I'd pay anything for a blopw job!".

I laughed and asked him if his wife blows him, and he opens up and tells me that while the sex was wild when he and his wife were dating, he's now in a dead bedroom situation where he doesn't have sex since his wife just lost interest.

I tell him that it was my exact situation with my first wife.

He asks me what I did about it, and told him that I fapped a lot and then at the end I divorced her.

He laughs and tells me that he faps like a teenager but he's getting tired and frustrated of it, and he just longs for a pair of lips on his cock.

I laugh and tell him that he should have an affair, there are married women out there who are in similar situation as his.

He laugh again and tells me that he had an affair but it ended up being too much drama and he tells me that he needs NSA head, not even sex.

I laugh and comment that soon there will be AI robots who could fulfill the need.

He laughs and tells me that he thought about it, but for one he could not keep in his place and he needs someone, a live person, who would show up, blow him, and leave with no drama and no strings.

I laugh.

He laughs. And then he adds that a co-workers who is gay offered to service him on a regular basis.

"So, why not?" I ask.

He said that he's too scared to catch something and ideally he would like someone like him, a st8 guy craving to give head to him on a regular basis with no reciprocations. And then he adds: "Do you know anyone like that?" LOL

"Is the beer talking?" I ask.

"No I am serious" he replies.

I tell him that back in high school a buddy of mine "seduced" me into sucking his cock.

"That's awesome" he says, rubbing his pants where I can see a hard cock.

"If you put some str8 porn to put us in the mood I'll blow you" I say.

"Is the beet talking?" he says laughing.

"Put the porn on and we'll find out" I reply.

He turns down the lights, puts some porn on the TV. I get close to him, unzip his pants, letting free a hard throbbing cock. I start to stroke him and he moans. I continue to stroke him and that's when he makes the move gently nudging my head downward, I get the hint, lean down and make his cock disappear into my mouth.

These are my fantasies.

TIA for reading them.