Araucaria
JUB 10k Club
Mr. Wilson was in his backyard one hot, sunny morning, watering the plants. He went over by the fence.
And then he saw him. The hottest fucking thing he’d seen all his life.
There was Dennis, the neighbor son— yes, that Dennis— all grown up, 21 years old, and beefy, buck-ass naked, working on his tan.
“Oh, my fucking God!” Mr. Wilson mumbled. He stopped and stared, transfixed at the beautiful sight, hiding behind the foliage.
I can’t believe this is the little freckle-face blond kid that used to come around, the old geezer thought to himself. Dennis was a troublemaker, but basically a sweet kid. But now he has a surly attitude, and acts like a badass. He’s stocky and muscular, and has even started sporting a small goatee. He has grown up.
Mr. Wilson, over the same years, has just grown— old.
“See something you LIKE, Mr. Wilson?”
Too startled to move, Mr. Wilson froze in place.
“You’re going to drown Mrs. Wilson’s hydrangeas, watering in the same place like that.”
Mr. Wilson, flustered and embarrassed at being caught spying, was a bumbling mess.
“Come on over here, Mr. Wilson!” Dennis ordered. “I know you wanna check me out— all close and personal.”
“Uhh, let me turn off the water…” Mr. Wilson stammered.
The elderly man turned off the hose at the faucet, and then rushed around the fence into Dennis’s backyard, a bit too fast for a man his age. He stood next to the lounge chair where Dennis reclined, as close as he dared, and took in the beautiful sight of his young but now grown-up neighbor up close.
Dennis laid back, eyes closed, hands behind his head, wearing his bad-ass attitude on his face. Mr. Wilson took in his neighbor’s chest, still hairless but big-barreled and strong, his broad shoulders and biceps showing. With his hands behind his head, Dennis revealed his nice, hairy pits, a trickle or two of sweat forming there.
Mr. Wilson admired Dennis’s well-formed stomach, down to those powerful legs, opened wide. But it was what lay at the junction of those two legs that really caught the old man’s eye. Dennis sported a big, thick erection, so stiff that it must have hurt, Mr. Wilson surmised. A pair of hefty testicles accompanied the young man’s hard cock, drawn up inside their wrinkly scrotum, beads of sweat starting to form there as Dennis lay in the hot sun.
Mr. Wilson froze there, scarcely able to believe his luck at taking in the beautiful sight of his young neighbor. The old man felt himself breathing and panting hard. He just couldn’t do anything but stand there, mesmerized by the sight he was beholding.
“It ain’t gonna suck itself!” Dennis suddenly said, his eyes remaining closed.
Oh my god, Mr. Wilson thought. Does Dennis want me to give him a blow job?
The situation felt surreal, as the old git timidly reached out to touch his young neighbor’s cock, and feel it slowly. Emboldened, the old man made a fist around his neighbor’s boner, and started jacking on it.
“Suck my cock, Mr. Wilson!” The man who once tortured Mr. Wilson with a million questions, now dispensed with them, in favor of giving him orders.
The older neighbor felt the swollen head enter his mouth, as he greeted it with his saliva and started feeling it glide in his mouth, on his tongue and lips. Mr. Wilson worked himself into a rhythm, bobbing his head up and down on Dennis’s penis. He savored the feel of how his stimulation somehow made his neighbor even stiffer, more aroused.
“Yeah, that’s right, Mr. Wilson. Suck my cock!” Dennis placed his hand on Mr. Wilson’s head, forcing his older neighbor into the rhythm he wanted.
Unbeknownst to the two of them, someone had caught sight of the action in Dennis’s backyard. From his vantage point, where he couldn’t be seen by either Dennis or Mr. Wilson, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Seeing Mr. Willson do Dennis got him hard, and he pulled out his cock and started masturbating to the scene.
“God Damn, Mr. Wilson!” Dennis exclaimed.
“God Damn, Dennis!” Echoed the unseen voyeur.
After a couple on minutes, Dennis eased the older man off him. “Easy, Mr. Wilson! I don’t wanna come just yet, I want this to last a bit longer.”
Mr. Wilson put Dennis’s balls in his mouth, savoring the funky-tasting man flavor of the young man’s sweaty ball sack. He sucked one ball, then the other.
“Harder! Suck my balls real hard, but jack my cock real slow.”
The old man obeyed the youth, who now talked like he was his master. Mr. Wilson sucked the young man’s balls so hard he knew it must hurt, but he kept on.
Dennis grimaced with pain, but he said, “Yeah, that’s right, suck my balls like a good bitch!”
Mr. Wilson kept on, at times holding Dennis’s cock still so he wouldn’t cum, as he worked on his neighbor’s gonads. And Dennis rewarded him with a couple of clear, sticky drops of dick dew. The elderly neighbor lapped up the young man’s pre-cum, savoring the taste of hot young man in his mouth.
The watcher in hiding started squeezing his own balls real hard, wanted to feel exactly what Dennis was feeling as much as possible. “Yeah, suck Dennis’s balls! Hurt him real good!” He said, as he made himself feel his own pain and pleasure.
“Eat my ass!” Dennis commanded. The old man obeyed, separating the boy’s butt cheeks to reveal his pucker hole, and then started licking it with his tongue.
“Yeah, you know how to lick me out like a fucking whore! Keep at it, you little slut!”
The neighbor was shocked at being degraded by the young man, but strangely found enjoyment at being treated like that.
Soon Mr. Wilson understands that Dennis wants to be edged, and that he is more than willing to prolong, by slowing the pleasure he gives him, the young man’s orgasm.
Finally Mr. Wilson is squeezing and sucking on Dennis’s balls real hard. But he’s moving his hand over Dennis’s cock real slow, so slow in fact that Dennis can just feel the ache in his loins so bad, he just wants his elderly neighbor to bring him to climax. But Mr. Wilson is so gentle with his penis, that Dennis feels that ache and frustration. He can feel that huge eruption in him, but the old geezer is keeping it just out of reach.
Then with one more gentle, slow hand movement, Dennis feels the dam in him start to burst. His first spurt hits him right in the face. Mr. Wilson now generously fists Dennis’s cock to aid in his ejaculation. He shoots spurt after spurt all over himself, the thick white cum landing on his chest, his belly, as Mr. Wilson extracts his semen, as a wave of incredible relief takes over his body, until Dennis is totally spent.
“God Damn, Mr. Wilson, that was so fucking great! God Damn!”
“God Damn, Dennis!” The voyeur yelled, as the scene caused him to start ejaculating in his hiding place in the attic, all over the old-but-not-quite antique lamp his wife inherited when her great-aunt Mabel passed away. He never realized that he’d get off so hard, watching his own son get off. He shook the last drops of cum off his cock, before he pulled it back through his fly, and zipped up.
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