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When I was 20, a new neighbor moved into the house across the street from
my family. He kept pretty much to himself, so about the only time I saw
him was when he worked in his yard on weekends. When it was hot he was
usually shirtless, so I could see his bare chest. Although he was "old" in
my eyes, he was also tall, thin, smooth, toned... definitely worth
checking out up close. Up until now my jack-off fantasies had usually
involved other college guys, but I was too scared to try anything with
my friends.
So it was easy and natural for me to strike up a conversation with the new
neighbor one Saturday, shortly after he moved in, when I saw him doing yard
work. As soon as I saw him from my bedroom window, I put on my usual baggy
shorts and a ragged tee, and headed out the front door to introduce myself.
I think he was a little surprised, but also impressed by my friendly
attitude. Steve introduced himself, then listened patiently while I related the history of the world according to Will (that's me). I think the only thing I DIDN'T tell him about was myacute interest in my own and other guys' bodies... and now HIS body, too.
He had short brown hair and green eyes and a super smile, but I tried not
to be too obvious while I looked him over. He made that easier by
continuing his yard work while we talked... or rather while I talked.
I was nosy as hell, and asked him how old he was (thirty-four) and if he
was married (no), or had a girlfriend (no), and why not (he said because he
was new to the area). By the end of our conversation I knew I wanted to be
his friend, and I was pretty sure he felt the same about me. Afterwards he
always waved and said hello when he saw me, and I became a regular visitor
whenever he was outside.
Several weeks went by while my sexual fantasies increasingly centered on my
new friend. Just the sight of his bare chest made me throw wood, and I
took advantage of every opportunity to visit when he was out in his yard.
After each visit I'd go back to my room for a long, slow jack-off,
imagining what Steve would look like naked. The more I masturbated to
fantasies of Steve, the stronger my orgasms felt. I didn't realize it
then, but I'd developed a crush on my neighbor... I think it was my first
case of True Love. It wasn't long before my crush became an obsession, and
I started imagining ways to fulfill my fantasies. Unfortunately, Steve
never mentioned sex, and though I almost went crotch-blind looking for it,
I couldn't spot a bulge in his pants.
One hot Saturday morning I saw Steve watering the yard and beat feet to say
hi. We talked for awhile, and he surprised me by asking if I liked
throwing Frisbee. It was obvious he was hoping I did, so I was crushed to
have to admit I'd never learned. He said that was OK, and I almost wet my
pants when he asked if I wanted him to teach me. No sooner had I said
"yes", than he went inside and came out with the Friz, and we walked to the
park a couple of blocks away.
I couldn't believe how far Steve could throw that thing, and I was
determined not to let him down, so I put everything into it in order to
learn. We must have run up and down that park for 2 hours while he
patiently chased my bad throws, at the same time telling me I was going to
be great at it in no time. Like I said, I was tall and strong, and I loved
to run... so it wasn't long before I was showing some progress.
It was hot, and Steve peeled off his shirt soon after we started playing.
I was a little self-conscious at first because I was so skinny, but I knew
he wouldn't laugh at me, so I finally followed his example. Soon it was
like the rest of the world stood still around us, while we went flying
through the air, jumping and falling, laughing and shouting, barefoot and
shirtless. I was hooked, and Steve's praise just made me want to try
harder. We didn't stop until we were both completely exhausted, but our
euphoria persisted all the way home.
After that, every Saturday seemed to find us at the park, no matter how hot
the day was. Finally, we were buddies! Steve seemed grateful to have
someone to toss Friz with, and as I got better at the basics he started
showing me trick throws and catches, which I quickly learned to emulate.
He even pretended to be jealous of my growing skill and stamina, but I
could tell it was just another way he had of helping build my
self-confidence.
Up until now, we'd always gotten together outside in his yard or in the
park, but he'd never invited me inside his house. Then, after one
particularly inspiring work-out, I couldn't believe it when he actually
invited me in for a cold soda! We were only in the kitchen for a few
minutes before I reluctantly had to go home, but the idea that I finally
had my foot in the door made for another hot jack-off session.
A week or two later we were at the park, near the end of our weekly outing.
Both of us were shirtless, and sweaty from hard running. When a young
teenager asked if he could join our Frisbee toss, we readily agreed, and
ended up playing keep-away. At one point Steve and I were both running on
an obvious collision course. We were both reaching up, eyes glued to the
disc, when our feet got tangled together and we fell flat in a heap,
laughing. Steve ended up on his back in the grass, with me laid out
length-wise on top of him. Worse (and BETTER!), I was face down on his
chest, about even with his flat, dark nipples. Still laughing
hysterically, neither of us moved at first, and I even let the side of my
face linger in a puddle of sweat that was forming between Steve's smooth
pecs. After a couple of seconds he yelled "uncle", so I raised up on my
elbows and started to roll off to the side. When I did, I suddenly
realized I had a major hard-on, and it was pressing into Steve's upper
thigh, just below his crotch! I was so unnerved that my first reaction was
to freeze, and look at Steve to see if he'd noticed yet. As soon as we
made eye contact, I was sure he knew. Regaining my wits, I jumped up and
walked away from him in order to hide the outline of the log in my pants.
When we looked around the other kid was gone, so we headed home. By now my
dick was going limp, and didn't show.
During the brief walk back, Steve kept up the usual small-talk, and acted
as if he hadn't noticed anything. So by the time we got to our street, I'd
started to relax again. Just then my mom called me into the house, and I
had to leave before he could invite me in for a soda... although it wasn't
exactly the soda that I was interested in.
No sooner had I walked in the front door to my house than my parents and
sister almost knocked me down, rushing out the other direction. When I saw
my sister's uniform I realized they were headed to her first soccer game.
"Finish your homework!" was the only comment directed at me, and they were
gone... I didn't play youth-league anymore, but from my own experience I
knew they'd be gone for at least three hours, probably closer to four, and
longer if they stopped for an ice cream on the way home.
Alone in the empty house, all I could think of was being pressed against
Steve's bare body at the park, and how he totally did not react when he
felt my dick rubbing against his leg. The longer that picture stayed in my
head, the more I wanted to do something about it, and what I had in mind
sure didn't mean just pulling my own pud for the ten thousandth time. So I
devised a half-baked plan, and walked across the street.
It had only been minutes since my parents had pulled out of the driveway,
and I hadn't showered or changed clothes, nor even put on my shirt. I had
my fingers crossed when I knocked on his door, and I wasn't disappointed
when the door opened and Steve stood there with a big towel slung over his
shoulder, barefoot, but still wearing his running shorts. I told him my
parents would be gone the rest of the afternoon, and we were out of coke,
and it sure was HOT, soooooo... could I come in for a cold soda? I felt
light-headed when he smiled, stepped back, and held the door open for me.
Steve busied himself closing the door, and told me to help myself to a
soda. While grabbing a can for myself, I also noticed a couple of
six-packs of beer, which gave me another idea. In a teasing voice I asked
him if he wanted one, but he said no, not until after his shower. "Then
hurry up!" I said. He just laughed and headed down the hallway, still
chuckling.
I gave it a minute or two after I heard the water running in the shower,
then followed the sound down the hall, to the open door of his bedroom.
The bedroom curtains were drawn closed and the door to the bathroom was
ajar. Through it I could see the mirror above the sink, but it was fogged
up. I guessed from the direction of the sound coming from the shower that
it was opposite the door, and I tip-toed closer. As I approached the
bathroom door, I listened for the slightest sound indicating a change in
water pressure, or sliding curtains... but heard nothing except the normal
hiss of the water. I ever-so-slowly peeked around the corner into the
bathroom, and saw my naked prey. Instead of the curtain I feared, Steve's
shower had sliding glass doors. And I could see the outline of his nude
body through the rippling glass. Not in detail of course, but I could
easily make out the major features, including his dark pubic patch, and
what hung beneath it.
Sorta hanging down, but not exactly limp, it looked huge to me. I knew my
cock was almost seven inches hard, but Steve's looked bigger than that
already. I tried to stay calm, telling myself that he couldn't see more
than a few feet through the glass, while I was across the room, hiding on
the other side of the doorway. "No Fear", I thought, and slid my hand down
the waistband of my shorts, to grope my growing meat. Nor did Steve seem
to be in any hurry.
I watched breathlessly as his dick rose slowly by degrees, while he
finished shampooing his hair. He squirted liquid soap into his hand, and
began washing his face, chest and back, and I distinctly remember his
fingers lingered on his nipples. By now his dick was definitely pointing
straight out in front of him, and I figured he was at least an inch longer
than I'd last measured myself. Suddenly it seemed to get hot in the
air-conditioned house, and I realized my erection was too big for the space
allotted in my shorts... so I pulled the waistband down below my aching
balls, and slow-stroked my throbbing boner in the open air.
Steve began soaping his legs, ass, and crotch while I watched from the
doorway, through billowing clouds of shower steam. He seemed to cover
every inch, except his erection, which only drove me crazy with lust.
Finally he put both hands down around his balls, loosely massaging them.
Then he moved his right hand up the length of his cock in one continuous
motion that didn't seem to end... until his long, thin fingers reversed
direction in a downward stroke. After a few warm-up laps, Steve had a
moderate rhythm going, which I soon realized I'd unconsciously matched with
my own body.
In fact, I was virtually naked now, since my baggies and boxers had fallen
down around my bare feet. But I hardly noticed, as I could sense the
finale starting to build between my legs. My first thought was to shoot my
load into my shorts. But I couldn't reach for them without losing stride,
so I just went for it. My ejaculation spewed so violently that the first
few shots hit the door jam and the wall across from me, and the rest
splattered onto the bathroom floor and bedroom carpet. At the same time an
involuntary groan escaped my lips, causing Steve's head to suddenly snap
upright, and he began to reach for the faucet handles. I quickly stepped
back, pulled up my pants, spun around, and fast-walked out of the bedroom
and down the hall to the kitchen, cum still dripping from my cock. I
stayed in the kitchen with my soda, waiting for Steve to return from his
shower.
Just as I started to worry that he was taking too long, and maybe he hated
me for being... well, he emerged in a terrycloth bathrobe, and sternly
demanded his beer. But I could have cried with relief when I saw he was
smiling through the towel he was using to dry his hair. I almost tripped
on my own feet trying to get the beer out of the refrigerator, open it, and
put it into his outstretched hand. When I gave the can to him he took a
long drink, told me where the chips were, and then sat down on a stool at
the kitchen counter. He must have seen the look of relief in my face,
because as I walked back to the counter with the chips, he softened his
voice as he told me not to worry, he understood what I was going through,
and how I felt. I was totally speechless, even though my head was bursting
with questions. But before I could say anything Steve surprised me again,
this time earnestly complimenting the "awesome load" I left behind in the
bedroom and bathroom. I couldn't believe my ears, but my dick did, and I
could feel it start to expand. Though it still had a ways to go before it
would make a tent in my shorts, I was nevertheless grateful to be standing
behind the countertop, which handily blocked Steve's view of my crotch.
I hadn't said a word since he entered the kitchen, and my red-faced silence
seemed to fuel Steve's monologue.
"Good job Will, but please try not to get it on the walls and carpet next
time, k? It took me FOREVER to clean it up!"
That was enough to make me smile, and when I did Steve reached over the
counter and tousled my tangled hair gently. I shut my eyes...to me it
seemed like a caress. I was still savoring that sweet sensation when I
opened my eyes and saw him quickly adjust himself under the counter. Now
HIS face turned red. I finally regained my voice to say,
"Don't worry, I understand how you feel... here, I'll show you."
At that I stepped around the counter and stopped next to Steve, waiting for
him to react to the bulge in my pants. Smiling and unsuspecting, he turned
his head to look me in the eyes, but quickly let his eyes drop, and then
lock on, as I unbuttoned my baggies and let down the zipper. As they fell,
my hard dick was revealed, sticking out the front of my boxers. The head
waved around for a moment, then settled at an upward angle toward my navel.
The front of my underwear had dark blotches of cum that had started to dry
and harden. Steve still hadn't moved as he continued staring at my
erection.
By now I'd decided that silence was as good as consent in this situation,
so I reached out and pulled on the side of Steve's robe that was closest to
me. He made no attempt to stop me as I dragged it off his knee, exposing
his lower body. Under his robe he wore tight white briefs, which couldn't
quite contain the torpedo-shaped dick that protruded beyond the limit of
his waistband. I moved behind him, and pulled away the other side of his
robe. Then with two hands I lifted it away from his bare shoulders, and
draped it over the back of the stool. Steve silently slipped his arms from
the sleeves of the empty robe, lifted his beer, took another long swallow,
and said, "Thanks, I needed that!"
Hoping his "need" implied more than just beer, I put both hands on his
shoulders while I leaned my naked chest into the back of his head. An open
palm slipped from his shoulder and slid down his chest to his nipple. He
gently grasped the hand I'd laid on his chest, and pulled it across to his
other nipple. As if on cue, my other hand drifted down to Steve's exposed
upper thigh, and delicately began feeling him up. Like moths drawn to a
flame, my fingers fluttered toward the burning heat, feeling his erection
under the soft white cotton of his underwear. I gripped his shaft firmly
and quickly squeezed it several times. Now that I'd finally reached my
goal, I badly wanted to see it, too.
"Turn around." I croaked.
And he did. Now facing each other, I backed up a step, pulled my boxers
down over my raging boner, and let them fall to the floor. With Steve
watching as if under a spell, I couldn't resist the urge to show off, and I
began stroking my cock to that familiar rhythm. Then I stepped forward
into the space between his knees, grasped the waistband of his briefs with
both hands and pulled. Steve lifted his body to let me slip his shorts
over his knees, and then kicked them off. As soon as he did, I returned to
the sweet spot between his open legs.
Both of us were now naked, our hard cocks merely inches apart. I took the
initiative and wrapped my fingers around his hard-on, feeling its silky
hotness. I extended my loose fist slowly down the shaft until my hand
pressed against his dark bush, then slipped my fingers underneath to cup
his tight scrotum. At first Steve closed his eyes and leaned back a bit on
the stool, but when I reached his testicles he took the lead. His open
hands went to either side of my waist, then slipped behind me until they
rested on my butt cheeks. Using my ass handles, he pulled my willing body
closer between his legs until our dicks were pressing together. Since he
was sitting, we were at about eye level. With a soft groan, Steve lowered
his face to my throat and began nibbling his way down past my collar-bone,
finally pausing on my left nipple. He brought one hand up from my butt to
pinch the other nipple... roughly, making me gasp with pleasure.
Steve's lips and tongue moved down across my belly on a trajectory toward
my navel. When it occurred to me what his final destination might be, my
knees got weak. He must have felt me shift my weight, because now he
grasped my hips and held me firmly upright. I was glad for the help, and
reflexively put my hands on his shoulders for additional support. I could
feel the strength in his shoulders, and see his round biceps straining as
he bent lower. When his warm breath reached my lower belly and pubes, I
pleaded with him,
"I've never had a blowjob before."
No lie, it was true. I'd heard about cocksucking at summer camp, but never
had the opportunity to experiment with anyone else. And none of my friends
at home ever expressed interest in that sort of thing, so I kept my secret
desires to myself until now. No sooner had the words left my lips than my
wish was granted. Steve's wet mouth slipped over my cock-head, then he
gulped my meat all the way down in one motion, until his nose rested in my
light brown pubic hair. Luckily he was still gripping my waist, because I
was totally overwhelmed by the incredible sensation.
After a few seconds my legs started working again, and I raised my hands
from Steve's shoulders to the back of his head, letting my palms ride the
up and down motion as he pistoned my cock in and out of his throat. Soon I
was rising up on my toes to meet his down stroke, simultaneously making
incomprehensible mewing noises. Then he stopped!
"Please don't stop, that was the most awesome thing I've ever felt!"
But he just looked up and smiled.
"Then get me another beer, boy!"
It was only a few steps to the refrigerator, but when I turned around with
the beer Steve was out of sight.
"Steve where are you?!" I was begging.
Then I heard my name called from the direction of the bedroom, and lost no
time traversing the hallway, by now familiar terrain. When I reached him
he was lying on his side on a bed that was even bigger than my parents'.
"Where's that beer?"
I opened it and handed it to him like my life depended on it.
"Mmmm, that's better; now get up here with me."
I didn't wait to be told a second time, and lay on my side watching him
while he swilled most of the second beer. He let me finish the last few
ounces, then reached over me to set the can on the nightstand. His chest
and stomach grazed my bare shoulder as he hovered over me. As Steve lay
back down he pulled me over with him in one smooth motion, until I found
myself lying on top of him again like at the park an hour earlier. Again I
rested the side of my face in the middle of his chest, but this time I
didn't care that he knew my dick was hard. Nor did Steve cry "uncle". In
fact, I could feel his superheated cock molded into my abdomen, poking up
into my breastbone. This was too hot for me to resist, so I squirmed lower,
sliding the side of my face along his ribs and hard belly, until I felt
Steve's hot tool grazing my throat, stopping against my chin.
His nude body was as taut as his cock. I lifted my head at the same time
he raised his up far enough to look me in the face, and his expression did
nothing to deter me. I moved lower, until I was eye-to-eye with the
monster, then extended my tongue to explore it.... CONTACT! I licked it
like a popsicle for a minute, then wrapped my mouth gently around the
middle of the shaft, like a dog with a bone. Steve's moans and muttering
were almost continuous as I gnawed on his shaft, in the fashion of eating
an ear of corn. I kept my teeth behind my lips to avoid hurting him, and
tried to coat his rod with as much saliva as I could produce. That was a
lot, and soon my saliva was also spreading over his lower belly... or so I
thought at first. It took a second look before I realized his own cockhead
had coated his underbelly with precum. Since my dick also leaks copious
amounts before gushing its load, I didn't panic. Instead, I slid my lips
up and over the spongy helmet at the top of his rock hard meat, delicately
lapped its wetness, then laid my head flat on his smooth chest, and began
to nurse on his pulsing erection.
As my head moved downwards, the rest of my body naturally aligned alongside
Steve, so that my boner was now opposite his face. He was laying face-up
at my last sight of him. I snapped out of my suckling trance when I felt
his vice-like, two-handed grasp on my hips, which were suddenly elevated
above the bed and over Steve's upward-turned face. I knew it was his face,
because once again he buried my hard dick down his throat. I distinctly
felt his nose and hot breath against my testicles and in the crease between
my legs. In spite of the fact that his lips were pressed hard against my
pubic bone, he seemed to be trying to bury his nose deeper. I lost the
ability to concentrate on sucking him, overwhelmed by the sensation of
having my hips repeatedly lifted and lowered. Steve tirelessly
bench-pressed my lower body, plunging my cock in and out of his mouth. For
several minutes my dick seldom left his throat.
Then the feeling started rising, and I whimpered meekly at him as a
signal...but needn't have bothered. We erupted within seconds of each
other; though he had given me no warning he was so close. At my first
muscle contraction, Steve held my cock deep in his throat, open to receive,
like with his last can of beer. At the same time Steve's cock spurted what
seemed like a bucket-load of cum, which I couldn't contain in the confines
of my mouth and lips... so I didn't even try. I increased my grip on his
spewing dick, but let my mouth slip off the head. I rest of his load
spurted on my face, so that thick hot cum was now dripping down my forehead
and nose. When he finally turned off the fire hose I rested my face on his
softening meat, basking in a kind of afterglow I'd never felt from
masturbation. Steve relaxed his arms and returned my lower body to rest on
his face, neck, and chest, my knees spread. We cuddled awhile in this
improbable position, and I think we both dozed briefly.
my family. He kept pretty much to himself, so about the only time I saw
him was when he worked in his yard on weekends. When it was hot he was
usually shirtless, so I could see his bare chest. Although he was "old" in
my eyes, he was also tall, thin, smooth, toned... definitely worth
checking out up close. Up until now my jack-off fantasies had usually
involved other college guys, but I was too scared to try anything with
my friends.
So it was easy and natural for me to strike up a conversation with the new
neighbor one Saturday, shortly after he moved in, when I saw him doing yard
work. As soon as I saw him from my bedroom window, I put on my usual baggy
shorts and a ragged tee, and headed out the front door to introduce myself.
I think he was a little surprised, but also impressed by my friendly
attitude. Steve introduced himself, then listened patiently while I related the history of the world according to Will (that's me). I think the only thing I DIDN'T tell him about was myacute interest in my own and other guys' bodies... and now HIS body, too.
He had short brown hair and green eyes and a super smile, but I tried not
to be too obvious while I looked him over. He made that easier by
continuing his yard work while we talked... or rather while I talked.
I was nosy as hell, and asked him how old he was (thirty-four) and if he
was married (no), or had a girlfriend (no), and why not (he said because he
was new to the area). By the end of our conversation I knew I wanted to be
his friend, and I was pretty sure he felt the same about me. Afterwards he
always waved and said hello when he saw me, and I became a regular visitor
whenever he was outside.
Several weeks went by while my sexual fantasies increasingly centered on my
new friend. Just the sight of his bare chest made me throw wood, and I
took advantage of every opportunity to visit when he was out in his yard.
After each visit I'd go back to my room for a long, slow jack-off,
imagining what Steve would look like naked. The more I masturbated to
fantasies of Steve, the stronger my orgasms felt. I didn't realize it
then, but I'd developed a crush on my neighbor... I think it was my first
case of True Love. It wasn't long before my crush became an obsession, and
I started imagining ways to fulfill my fantasies. Unfortunately, Steve
never mentioned sex, and though I almost went crotch-blind looking for it,
I couldn't spot a bulge in his pants.
One hot Saturday morning I saw Steve watering the yard and beat feet to say
hi. We talked for awhile, and he surprised me by asking if I liked
throwing Frisbee. It was obvious he was hoping I did, so I was crushed to
have to admit I'd never learned. He said that was OK, and I almost wet my
pants when he asked if I wanted him to teach me. No sooner had I said
"yes", than he went inside and came out with the Friz, and we walked to the
park a couple of blocks away.
I couldn't believe how far Steve could throw that thing, and I was
determined not to let him down, so I put everything into it in order to
learn. We must have run up and down that park for 2 hours while he
patiently chased my bad throws, at the same time telling me I was going to
be great at it in no time. Like I said, I was tall and strong, and I loved
to run... so it wasn't long before I was showing some progress.
It was hot, and Steve peeled off his shirt soon after we started playing.
I was a little self-conscious at first because I was so skinny, but I knew
he wouldn't laugh at me, so I finally followed his example. Soon it was
like the rest of the world stood still around us, while we went flying
through the air, jumping and falling, laughing and shouting, barefoot and
shirtless. I was hooked, and Steve's praise just made me want to try
harder. We didn't stop until we were both completely exhausted, but our
euphoria persisted all the way home.
After that, every Saturday seemed to find us at the park, no matter how hot
the day was. Finally, we were buddies! Steve seemed grateful to have
someone to toss Friz with, and as I got better at the basics he started
showing me trick throws and catches, which I quickly learned to emulate.
He even pretended to be jealous of my growing skill and stamina, but I
could tell it was just another way he had of helping build my
self-confidence.
Up until now, we'd always gotten together outside in his yard or in the
park, but he'd never invited me inside his house. Then, after one
particularly inspiring work-out, I couldn't believe it when he actually
invited me in for a cold soda! We were only in the kitchen for a few
minutes before I reluctantly had to go home, but the idea that I finally
had my foot in the door made for another hot jack-off session.
A week or two later we were at the park, near the end of our weekly outing.
Both of us were shirtless, and sweaty from hard running. When a young
teenager asked if he could join our Frisbee toss, we readily agreed, and
ended up playing keep-away. At one point Steve and I were both running on
an obvious collision course. We were both reaching up, eyes glued to the
disc, when our feet got tangled together and we fell flat in a heap,
laughing. Steve ended up on his back in the grass, with me laid out
length-wise on top of him. Worse (and BETTER!), I was face down on his
chest, about even with his flat, dark nipples. Still laughing
hysterically, neither of us moved at first, and I even let the side of my
face linger in a puddle of sweat that was forming between Steve's smooth
pecs. After a couple of seconds he yelled "uncle", so I raised up on my
elbows and started to roll off to the side. When I did, I suddenly
realized I had a major hard-on, and it was pressing into Steve's upper
thigh, just below his crotch! I was so unnerved that my first reaction was
to freeze, and look at Steve to see if he'd noticed yet. As soon as we
made eye contact, I was sure he knew. Regaining my wits, I jumped up and
walked away from him in order to hide the outline of the log in my pants.
When we looked around the other kid was gone, so we headed home. By now my
dick was going limp, and didn't show.
During the brief walk back, Steve kept up the usual small-talk, and acted
as if he hadn't noticed anything. So by the time we got to our street, I'd
started to relax again. Just then my mom called me into the house, and I
had to leave before he could invite me in for a soda... although it wasn't
exactly the soda that I was interested in.
No sooner had I walked in the front door to my house than my parents and
sister almost knocked me down, rushing out the other direction. When I saw
my sister's uniform I realized they were headed to her first soccer game.
"Finish your homework!" was the only comment directed at me, and they were
gone... I didn't play youth-league anymore, but from my own experience I
knew they'd be gone for at least three hours, probably closer to four, and
longer if they stopped for an ice cream on the way home.
Alone in the empty house, all I could think of was being pressed against
Steve's bare body at the park, and how he totally did not react when he
felt my dick rubbing against his leg. The longer that picture stayed in my
head, the more I wanted to do something about it, and what I had in mind
sure didn't mean just pulling my own pud for the ten thousandth time. So I
devised a half-baked plan, and walked across the street.
It had only been minutes since my parents had pulled out of the driveway,
and I hadn't showered or changed clothes, nor even put on my shirt. I had
my fingers crossed when I knocked on his door, and I wasn't disappointed
when the door opened and Steve stood there with a big towel slung over his
shoulder, barefoot, but still wearing his running shorts. I told him my
parents would be gone the rest of the afternoon, and we were out of coke,
and it sure was HOT, soooooo... could I come in for a cold soda? I felt
light-headed when he smiled, stepped back, and held the door open for me.
Steve busied himself closing the door, and told me to help myself to a
soda. While grabbing a can for myself, I also noticed a couple of
six-packs of beer, which gave me another idea. In a teasing voice I asked
him if he wanted one, but he said no, not until after his shower. "Then
hurry up!" I said. He just laughed and headed down the hallway, still
chuckling.
I gave it a minute or two after I heard the water running in the shower,
then followed the sound down the hall, to the open door of his bedroom.
The bedroom curtains were drawn closed and the door to the bathroom was
ajar. Through it I could see the mirror above the sink, but it was fogged
up. I guessed from the direction of the sound coming from the shower that
it was opposite the door, and I tip-toed closer. As I approached the
bathroom door, I listened for the slightest sound indicating a change in
water pressure, or sliding curtains... but heard nothing except the normal
hiss of the water. I ever-so-slowly peeked around the corner into the
bathroom, and saw my naked prey. Instead of the curtain I feared, Steve's
shower had sliding glass doors. And I could see the outline of his nude
body through the rippling glass. Not in detail of course, but I could
easily make out the major features, including his dark pubic patch, and
what hung beneath it.
Sorta hanging down, but not exactly limp, it looked huge to me. I knew my
cock was almost seven inches hard, but Steve's looked bigger than that
already. I tried to stay calm, telling myself that he couldn't see more
than a few feet through the glass, while I was across the room, hiding on
the other side of the doorway. "No Fear", I thought, and slid my hand down
the waistband of my shorts, to grope my growing meat. Nor did Steve seem
to be in any hurry.
I watched breathlessly as his dick rose slowly by degrees, while he
finished shampooing his hair. He squirted liquid soap into his hand, and
began washing his face, chest and back, and I distinctly remember his
fingers lingered on his nipples. By now his dick was definitely pointing
straight out in front of him, and I figured he was at least an inch longer
than I'd last measured myself. Suddenly it seemed to get hot in the
air-conditioned house, and I realized my erection was too big for the space
allotted in my shorts... so I pulled the waistband down below my aching
balls, and slow-stroked my throbbing boner in the open air.
Steve began soaping his legs, ass, and crotch while I watched from the
doorway, through billowing clouds of shower steam. He seemed to cover
every inch, except his erection, which only drove me crazy with lust.
Finally he put both hands down around his balls, loosely massaging them.
Then he moved his right hand up the length of his cock in one continuous
motion that didn't seem to end... until his long, thin fingers reversed
direction in a downward stroke. After a few warm-up laps, Steve had a
moderate rhythm going, which I soon realized I'd unconsciously matched with
my own body.
In fact, I was virtually naked now, since my baggies and boxers had fallen
down around my bare feet. But I hardly noticed, as I could sense the
finale starting to build between my legs. My first thought was to shoot my
load into my shorts. But I couldn't reach for them without losing stride,
so I just went for it. My ejaculation spewed so violently that the first
few shots hit the door jam and the wall across from me, and the rest
splattered onto the bathroom floor and bedroom carpet. At the same time an
involuntary groan escaped my lips, causing Steve's head to suddenly snap
upright, and he began to reach for the faucet handles. I quickly stepped
back, pulled up my pants, spun around, and fast-walked out of the bedroom
and down the hall to the kitchen, cum still dripping from my cock. I
stayed in the kitchen with my soda, waiting for Steve to return from his
shower.
Just as I started to worry that he was taking too long, and maybe he hated
me for being... well, he emerged in a terrycloth bathrobe, and sternly
demanded his beer. But I could have cried with relief when I saw he was
smiling through the towel he was using to dry his hair. I almost tripped
on my own feet trying to get the beer out of the refrigerator, open it, and
put it into his outstretched hand. When I gave the can to him he took a
long drink, told me where the chips were, and then sat down on a stool at
the kitchen counter. He must have seen the look of relief in my face,
because as I walked back to the counter with the chips, he softened his
voice as he told me not to worry, he understood what I was going through,
and how I felt. I was totally speechless, even though my head was bursting
with questions. But before I could say anything Steve surprised me again,
this time earnestly complimenting the "awesome load" I left behind in the
bedroom and bathroom. I couldn't believe my ears, but my dick did, and I
could feel it start to expand. Though it still had a ways to go before it
would make a tent in my shorts, I was nevertheless grateful to be standing
behind the countertop, which handily blocked Steve's view of my crotch.
I hadn't said a word since he entered the kitchen, and my red-faced silence
seemed to fuel Steve's monologue.
"Good job Will, but please try not to get it on the walls and carpet next
time, k? It took me FOREVER to clean it up!"
That was enough to make me smile, and when I did Steve reached over the
counter and tousled my tangled hair gently. I shut my eyes...to me it
seemed like a caress. I was still savoring that sweet sensation when I
opened my eyes and saw him quickly adjust himself under the counter. Now
HIS face turned red. I finally regained my voice to say,
"Don't worry, I understand how you feel... here, I'll show you."
At that I stepped around the counter and stopped next to Steve, waiting for
him to react to the bulge in my pants. Smiling and unsuspecting, he turned
his head to look me in the eyes, but quickly let his eyes drop, and then
lock on, as I unbuttoned my baggies and let down the zipper. As they fell,
my hard dick was revealed, sticking out the front of my boxers. The head
waved around for a moment, then settled at an upward angle toward my navel.
The front of my underwear had dark blotches of cum that had started to dry
and harden. Steve still hadn't moved as he continued staring at my
erection.
By now I'd decided that silence was as good as consent in this situation,
so I reached out and pulled on the side of Steve's robe that was closest to
me. He made no attempt to stop me as I dragged it off his knee, exposing
his lower body. Under his robe he wore tight white briefs, which couldn't
quite contain the torpedo-shaped dick that protruded beyond the limit of
his waistband. I moved behind him, and pulled away the other side of his
robe. Then with two hands I lifted it away from his bare shoulders, and
draped it over the back of the stool. Steve silently slipped his arms from
the sleeves of the empty robe, lifted his beer, took another long swallow,
and said, "Thanks, I needed that!"
Hoping his "need" implied more than just beer, I put both hands on his
shoulders while I leaned my naked chest into the back of his head. An open
palm slipped from his shoulder and slid down his chest to his nipple. He
gently grasped the hand I'd laid on his chest, and pulled it across to his
other nipple. As if on cue, my other hand drifted down to Steve's exposed
upper thigh, and delicately began feeling him up. Like moths drawn to a
flame, my fingers fluttered toward the burning heat, feeling his erection
under the soft white cotton of his underwear. I gripped his shaft firmly
and quickly squeezed it several times. Now that I'd finally reached my
goal, I badly wanted to see it, too.
"Turn around." I croaked.
And he did. Now facing each other, I backed up a step, pulled my boxers
down over my raging boner, and let them fall to the floor. With Steve
watching as if under a spell, I couldn't resist the urge to show off, and I
began stroking my cock to that familiar rhythm. Then I stepped forward
into the space between his knees, grasped the waistband of his briefs with
both hands and pulled. Steve lifted his body to let me slip his shorts
over his knees, and then kicked them off. As soon as he did, I returned to
the sweet spot between his open legs.
Both of us were now naked, our hard cocks merely inches apart. I took the
initiative and wrapped my fingers around his hard-on, feeling its silky
hotness. I extended my loose fist slowly down the shaft until my hand
pressed against his dark bush, then slipped my fingers underneath to cup
his tight scrotum. At first Steve closed his eyes and leaned back a bit on
the stool, but when I reached his testicles he took the lead. His open
hands went to either side of my waist, then slipped behind me until they
rested on my butt cheeks. Using my ass handles, he pulled my willing body
closer between his legs until our dicks were pressing together. Since he
was sitting, we were at about eye level. With a soft groan, Steve lowered
his face to my throat and began nibbling his way down past my collar-bone,
finally pausing on my left nipple. He brought one hand up from my butt to
pinch the other nipple... roughly, making me gasp with pleasure.
Steve's lips and tongue moved down across my belly on a trajectory toward
my navel. When it occurred to me what his final destination might be, my
knees got weak. He must have felt me shift my weight, because now he
grasped my hips and held me firmly upright. I was glad for the help, and
reflexively put my hands on his shoulders for additional support. I could
feel the strength in his shoulders, and see his round biceps straining as
he bent lower. When his warm breath reached my lower belly and pubes, I
pleaded with him,
"I've never had a blowjob before."
No lie, it was true. I'd heard about cocksucking at summer camp, but never
had the opportunity to experiment with anyone else. And none of my friends
at home ever expressed interest in that sort of thing, so I kept my secret
desires to myself until now. No sooner had the words left my lips than my
wish was granted. Steve's wet mouth slipped over my cock-head, then he
gulped my meat all the way down in one motion, until his nose rested in my
light brown pubic hair. Luckily he was still gripping my waist, because I
was totally overwhelmed by the incredible sensation.
After a few seconds my legs started working again, and I raised my hands
from Steve's shoulders to the back of his head, letting my palms ride the
up and down motion as he pistoned my cock in and out of his throat. Soon I
was rising up on my toes to meet his down stroke, simultaneously making
incomprehensible mewing noises. Then he stopped!
"Please don't stop, that was the most awesome thing I've ever felt!"
But he just looked up and smiled.
"Then get me another beer, boy!"
It was only a few steps to the refrigerator, but when I turned around with
the beer Steve was out of sight.
"Steve where are you?!" I was begging.
Then I heard my name called from the direction of the bedroom, and lost no
time traversing the hallway, by now familiar terrain. When I reached him
he was lying on his side on a bed that was even bigger than my parents'.
"Where's that beer?"
I opened it and handed it to him like my life depended on it.
"Mmmm, that's better; now get up here with me."
I didn't wait to be told a second time, and lay on my side watching him
while he swilled most of the second beer. He let me finish the last few
ounces, then reached over me to set the can on the nightstand. His chest
and stomach grazed my bare shoulder as he hovered over me. As Steve lay
back down he pulled me over with him in one smooth motion, until I found
myself lying on top of him again like at the park an hour earlier. Again I
rested the side of my face in the middle of his chest, but this time I
didn't care that he knew my dick was hard. Nor did Steve cry "uncle". In
fact, I could feel his superheated cock molded into my abdomen, poking up
into my breastbone. This was too hot for me to resist, so I squirmed lower,
sliding the side of my face along his ribs and hard belly, until I felt
Steve's hot tool grazing my throat, stopping against my chin.
His nude body was as taut as his cock. I lifted my head at the same time
he raised his up far enough to look me in the face, and his expression did
nothing to deter me. I moved lower, until I was eye-to-eye with the
monster, then extended my tongue to explore it.... CONTACT! I licked it
like a popsicle for a minute, then wrapped my mouth gently around the
middle of the shaft, like a dog with a bone. Steve's moans and muttering
were almost continuous as I gnawed on his shaft, in the fashion of eating
an ear of corn. I kept my teeth behind my lips to avoid hurting him, and
tried to coat his rod with as much saliva as I could produce. That was a
lot, and soon my saliva was also spreading over his lower belly... or so I
thought at first. It took a second look before I realized his own cockhead
had coated his underbelly with precum. Since my dick also leaks copious
amounts before gushing its load, I didn't panic. Instead, I slid my lips
up and over the spongy helmet at the top of his rock hard meat, delicately
lapped its wetness, then laid my head flat on his smooth chest, and began
to nurse on his pulsing erection.
As my head moved downwards, the rest of my body naturally aligned alongside
Steve, so that my boner was now opposite his face. He was laying face-up
at my last sight of him. I snapped out of my suckling trance when I felt
his vice-like, two-handed grasp on my hips, which were suddenly elevated
above the bed and over Steve's upward-turned face. I knew it was his face,
because once again he buried my hard dick down his throat. I distinctly
felt his nose and hot breath against my testicles and in the crease between
my legs. In spite of the fact that his lips were pressed hard against my
pubic bone, he seemed to be trying to bury his nose deeper. I lost the
ability to concentrate on sucking him, overwhelmed by the sensation of
having my hips repeatedly lifted and lowered. Steve tirelessly
bench-pressed my lower body, plunging my cock in and out of his mouth. For
several minutes my dick seldom left his throat.
Then the feeling started rising, and I whimpered meekly at him as a
signal...but needn't have bothered. We erupted within seconds of each
other; though he had given me no warning he was so close. At my first
muscle contraction, Steve held my cock deep in his throat, open to receive,
like with his last can of beer. At the same time Steve's cock spurted what
seemed like a bucket-load of cum, which I couldn't contain in the confines
of my mouth and lips... so I didn't even try. I increased my grip on his
spewing dick, but let my mouth slip off the head. I rest of his load
spurted on my face, so that thick hot cum was now dripping down my forehead
and nose. When he finally turned off the fire hose I rested my face on his
softening meat, basking in a kind of afterglow I'd never felt from
masturbation. Steve relaxed his arms and returned my lower body to rest on
his face, neck, and chest, my knees spread. We cuddled awhile in this
improbable position, and I think we both dozed briefly.
