Touching is One Thing, Sucking is Quite Another
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Little did I expect my last summer before college to be a festival of seduction and handjobs from the rich, gay guy down the street. I mean, this honestly was just about making some cash cutting grass so I'd have beer money freshman year in my dorm.
Instead, it's turned into nearly 24/7 fantasizing about what the next Friday would bring, and how much of a volcanic orgasm I'd have at this slim, tanned man's hands. Never mind that the days on the calendar cannot flip fast enough to Fridays when I knock at his door, lawnmower in tow.
So here I was again, up early on a Friday, showering and slipping on something hot. This week I opted for running shorts. This pair probably should have been tossed in the recycling bin 2 years ago. I mean, they were short, and if it weren't so hot and humid out, I'd have no hard justification for wearing them. They were navy blue with a white stripe on the side. Every inch of my cock pressed against the fabric. There was the swollen head down the bottom. If I sat, it would surely pop out. Time to get out of the house before I was spotted.
I didn't run to his house, but it sure felt like it. How would he greet me this week? Would his robe be open and his long thin cock be exposed? Or would there be mystery? Speedos and last week's super inviting bulge? I had no idea, but my mind was racing and so were my feet.
I got to his house and sure as shit, the lawn hadn't grown that much in this heat. Would this be the week he shooed me away? Was he done indulging my fantasies and propping up my ego? Or did he look forward to these unspoken encounters as much as I did?
As expected, his front door was open and the screen door gave me a view down his dark entry and hallway. "Hi," I shouted. I was really turned on just standing there, and I wasn't even trying to hide how hard I was. My cock was pointing downward, but it was really thick and engorged, and I swear I felt a drop of pre-cum hit my shin. Maybe it was sweat.
I heard a muffled "Come in," from upstairs. I heard the shower. God, he was up there getting ready. Steamed up. Soaped up. I wonder if he was touching himself knowing I was there? I was mustering up the will power not to just start jerking off right there. Sexual anxiety to the max.
I had a sleeveless shirt on, and the droplets of sweat were forming on my tanned shoulders. It was warm inside his house, and I didn't care because here he was coming down the stairs. He was wrapped in a towel from just above his pubes to his knees. Soaking wet pretty much. "Early today," he smiled. "And looking sexy. Look at you."
Without realizing it, I eyed him up and down. He looked a bit darker this week from the non-stop sun. He was dripping everywhere and I could spot the outline of his dick through the towel. "Wow, you get to the point, don't you?" he asked, certainly he caught me checking him out. I mustered a smile.
He pulled up a barstool and motioned for me to sit across from him. His knees parted and there was his cock, not fully erect, but definitely pointing at me. I looked away and sat across from him. Really hard now, my dick had a mind all of its own and the head shot out the leg of my shorts. What was this about? Seduction? Telling me, no more of this?
"I really enjoyed the last two Fridays. I just want to be sure you're comfortable coming over here and doing what we do," he said.
"Honest, I can't stop thinking about it," I replied.
He asked if I was gay, admitting he was. I told him I liked girls and had some experience, but not much. But I made my point this was fun too and I wanted more. He inched the stool closer. He put his hand on my thigh and rubbed it in one direction toward my swollen cock head. I just stared as he tugged at the tip of it and remarked how big it was and how warm. Just as quickly, he moved a little closer and slipped more of his hand inside, feeling the whole shaft. I gasped. I breathed quicker.
"You're so excited," he commented. "I'm flattered being so much older than you." Turns out he was 67 but you'd never know it. He told me he'd invested wisely and been retired for 12 years. He moved here because of a relationship that had since ended, and hadn't been with anyone but me in months. Now, who was flattered? I guess we were both living out a bit of a fantasy.
He asked about what I'd done with girls and how he compared to them. I said nice things because it was true. The guy gave me two amazing handjobs and had invaded my mind. I didn't exactly express it that way, but he got the hint. "What else do you want to do with a girl?" he asked. I mumbled something about blowjobs and fucking, pretty sure I did.
He got up and stood between my knees. He was hard and it was pointing at me, still through the towel. I grabbed it and massaged it a bit. He inhaled and put his head back taking it all in. I stroked him through the towel, his cock found its way through the part in the towel and into my hand. It was hot, not warm, and somehow my stroking up and down was really making him moan. He made me stop, saying he hadn't cum in 4 days and that he wanted to go easy.
He looked between my legs, reached around behind me and expertly grabbed my waistband and pulled my shorts forward so they'd fall to the ground. My dick was pointing straight up at him. He squeezed it like he was afraid to crack an egg. He stroked it up and down, a little tighter with each pass. Before I knew it—my eyes had apparently been closed—he bent over facing me and my cock disappeared behind his lips. It was surreal. A man sucking my cock. He'd definitely done this before. His tongue made its way down the length of the back of my shaft and his lips sucked on the head. Up and down. Up and down. I felt fingers on my balls, then the palm of his hand. It was full service and it was overwhelming. I had my hand on the back of his head, guiding him. I was moaning loudly because it felt good and I was enjoying it. I wasn't close though, it just felt good
He stood and licked his lips. "Love that cock," he said. "Taste mine."
I hadn't planned this. Touching is one thing, sucking quite another. I did as told. I licked at it first, then remembered what he'd just done and sucked on the head. I got a little more in my mouth, then out, then in. I didn't want to gag. It was weird, but thrilling. He was really moaning too. I felt a sweetness on my tongue too, a little wetter than expected. Pre-cum. I'd tasted mine, and his wasn't much different. I kept sucking because it made him feel good. I didn't want him to cum. Maybe, telepathically he sensed this and he nudged my head off his dick. "Take your shirt off," he said. In an instant it was off. He flicked at my nipple with left hand and stroked his really hard cock with his right. Instinctively, I reached for his balls. He yelped a little and managed to say he was cumming. I couldn't take my eyes off this sight, he stroked quicker and before I knew it, two incredibly thick spurts hit the middle of my chest. I gasped, but he didn't hear me because he was in ecstasy moaning loudly. He shot again, and again, all of it running down my chest to the base of my shaft. He leaned on me a little to catch his breath. The room smelled of sweat and sex, it was so good.
I was dying to cum and he quickly resumed sucking me. I wouldn't last long, largely because he was an expert. He sucked the head and licked the spot under my head somehow at the same time. I warned him I was going to cum and that made him clamp on harder. I burst into his mouth like a shower head exploding on a naked body first thing in the morning. I felt three, maybe four spurts, and he captured them all in his mouth. Moaning, and somehow saying "yes!" he finally released me.
I was grinning. That was the best experience. He smiled and flicked out his tongue just a shade from his mouth. My cum and his cum were in his mouth as he'd sucked up some of it surely from my body. It was so erotic, but didn't match the kiss he gave me next. His tongue darted into my mouth before I knew what was happening. He shared my load with me, taking it back from my tongue and swallowing it all. I was so wiped out, so over stimulated. I tried to stand, but decided to just absorb the moment.
"Was that ok? Or too much?" he asked me.
"I loved it," I think I said.
He touched my cheek, kissed me again. "Go cut my grass."
Little did I expect my last summer before college to be a festival of seduction and handjobs from the rich, gay guy down the street. I mean, this honestly was just about making some cash cutting grass so I'd have beer money freshman year in my dorm.
Instead, it's turned into nearly 24/7 fantasizing about what the next Friday would bring, and how much of a volcanic orgasm I'd have at this slim, tanned man's hands. Never mind that the days on the calendar cannot flip fast enough to Fridays when I knock at his door, lawnmower in tow.
So here I was again, up early on a Friday, showering and slipping on something hot. This week I opted for running shorts. This pair probably should have been tossed in the recycling bin 2 years ago. I mean, they were short, and if it weren't so hot and humid out, I'd have no hard justification for wearing them. They were navy blue with a white stripe on the side. Every inch of my cock pressed against the fabric. There was the swollen head down the bottom. If I sat, it would surely pop out. Time to get out of the house before I was spotted.
I didn't run to his house, but it sure felt like it. How would he greet me this week? Would his robe be open and his long thin cock be exposed? Or would there be mystery? Speedos and last week's super inviting bulge? I had no idea, but my mind was racing and so were my feet.
I got to his house and sure as shit, the lawn hadn't grown that much in this heat. Would this be the week he shooed me away? Was he done indulging my fantasies and propping up my ego? Or did he look forward to these unspoken encounters as much as I did?
As expected, his front door was open and the screen door gave me a view down his dark entry and hallway. "Hi," I shouted. I was really turned on just standing there, and I wasn't even trying to hide how hard I was. My cock was pointing downward, but it was really thick and engorged, and I swear I felt a drop of pre-cum hit my shin. Maybe it was sweat.
I heard a muffled "Come in," from upstairs. I heard the shower. God, he was up there getting ready. Steamed up. Soaped up. I wonder if he was touching himself knowing I was there? I was mustering up the will power not to just start jerking off right there. Sexual anxiety to the max.
I had a sleeveless shirt on, and the droplets of sweat were forming on my tanned shoulders. It was warm inside his house, and I didn't care because here he was coming down the stairs. He was wrapped in a towel from just above his pubes to his knees. Soaking wet pretty much. "Early today," he smiled. "And looking sexy. Look at you."
Without realizing it, I eyed him up and down. He looked a bit darker this week from the non-stop sun. He was dripping everywhere and I could spot the outline of his dick through the towel. "Wow, you get to the point, don't you?" he asked, certainly he caught me checking him out. I mustered a smile.
He pulled up a barstool and motioned for me to sit across from him. His knees parted and there was his cock, not fully erect, but definitely pointing at me. I looked away and sat across from him. Really hard now, my dick had a mind all of its own and the head shot out the leg of my shorts. What was this about? Seduction? Telling me, no more of this?
"I really enjoyed the last two Fridays. I just want to be sure you're comfortable coming over here and doing what we do," he said.
"Honest, I can't stop thinking about it," I replied.
He asked if I was gay, admitting he was. I told him I liked girls and had some experience, but not much. But I made my point this was fun too and I wanted more. He inched the stool closer. He put his hand on my thigh and rubbed it in one direction toward my swollen cock head. I just stared as he tugged at the tip of it and remarked how big it was and how warm. Just as quickly, he moved a little closer and slipped more of his hand inside, feeling the whole shaft. I gasped. I breathed quicker.
"You're so excited," he commented. "I'm flattered being so much older than you." Turns out he was 67 but you'd never know it. He told me he'd invested wisely and been retired for 12 years. He moved here because of a relationship that had since ended, and hadn't been with anyone but me in months. Now, who was flattered? I guess we were both living out a bit of a fantasy.
He asked about what I'd done with girls and how he compared to them. I said nice things because it was true. The guy gave me two amazing handjobs and had invaded my mind. I didn't exactly express it that way, but he got the hint. "What else do you want to do with a girl?" he asked. I mumbled something about blowjobs and fucking, pretty sure I did.
He got up and stood between my knees. He was hard and it was pointing at me, still through the towel. I grabbed it and massaged it a bit. He inhaled and put his head back taking it all in. I stroked him through the towel, his cock found its way through the part in the towel and into my hand. It was hot, not warm, and somehow my stroking up and down was really making him moan. He made me stop, saying he hadn't cum in 4 days and that he wanted to go easy.
He looked between my legs, reached around behind me and expertly grabbed my waistband and pulled my shorts forward so they'd fall to the ground. My dick was pointing straight up at him. He squeezed it like he was afraid to crack an egg. He stroked it up and down, a little tighter with each pass. Before I knew it—my eyes had apparently been closed—he bent over facing me and my cock disappeared behind his lips. It was surreal. A man sucking my cock. He'd definitely done this before. His tongue made its way down the length of the back of my shaft and his lips sucked on the head. Up and down. Up and down. I felt fingers on my balls, then the palm of his hand. It was full service and it was overwhelming. I had my hand on the back of his head, guiding him. I was moaning loudly because it felt good and I was enjoying it. I wasn't close though, it just felt good
He stood and licked his lips. "Love that cock," he said. "Taste mine."
I hadn't planned this. Touching is one thing, sucking quite another. I did as told. I licked at it first, then remembered what he'd just done and sucked on the head. I got a little more in my mouth, then out, then in. I didn't want to gag. It was weird, but thrilling. He was really moaning too. I felt a sweetness on my tongue too, a little wetter than expected. Pre-cum. I'd tasted mine, and his wasn't much different. I kept sucking because it made him feel good. I didn't want him to cum. Maybe, telepathically he sensed this and he nudged my head off his dick. "Take your shirt off," he said. In an instant it was off. He flicked at my nipple with left hand and stroked his really hard cock with his right. Instinctively, I reached for his balls. He yelped a little and managed to say he was cumming. I couldn't take my eyes off this sight, he stroked quicker and before I knew it, two incredibly thick spurts hit the middle of my chest. I gasped, but he didn't hear me because he was in ecstasy moaning loudly. He shot again, and again, all of it running down my chest to the base of my shaft. He leaned on me a little to catch his breath. The room smelled of sweat and sex, it was so good.
I was dying to cum and he quickly resumed sucking me. I wouldn't last long, largely because he was an expert. He sucked the head and licked the spot under my head somehow at the same time. I warned him I was going to cum and that made him clamp on harder. I burst into his mouth like a shower head exploding on a naked body first thing in the morning. I felt three, maybe four spurts, and he captured them all in his mouth. Moaning, and somehow saying "yes!" he finally released me.
I was grinning. That was the best experience. He smiled and flicked out his tongue just a shade from his mouth. My cum and his cum were in his mouth as he'd sucked up some of it surely from my body. It was so erotic, but didn't match the kiss he gave me next. His tongue darted into my mouth before I knew what was happening. He shared my load with me, taking it back from my tongue and swallowing it all. I was so wiped out, so over stimulated. I tried to stand, but decided to just absorb the moment.
"Was that ok? Or too much?" he asked me.
"I loved it," I think I said.
He touched my cheek, kissed me again. "Go cut my grass."
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