“It's nice having a real man around here to watch the game. Do you like basketball?”
“Of course, who doesn't.” That wasn't the right answer. I didn't see what was coming.
“Perfect. There's a game tomorrow night at five. You're going to be sitting right here next to me.”
That wouldn't work at all. I couldn't be here all the time. There was no way I could resist Bruce. He'd find some way to fuck me. “Tomorrow night? I think I'm actually busy. Will you take a rain check?”
Earl shrugged and continued watching.
Bruce came out with two plates of sandwiches.
Fuck...me.
My cock came back to attention without much effort. Here we go again. There was no way I was going to make it out of here alive.
“I hope my men are hungry,” he said, handing each one of us a plate. “You both have turkey breast with mayo and mustard. Enjoy.” Bruce went to hand me a napkin but he conveniently let it fall behind him.
“Whoops. I dropped your napkin.” Bruce turned around and showed that his t-shirt was stained with my cum. He didn't fucking clean himself off before getting dressed! This man was fucking filthy and I loved it.
Earl probably wouldn't even notice.
Bruce rose up. “Here's your napkin, Jeremy.”
“Thank you,” I replied, trying not to make eye contact. I knew it would be all over if I saw his beautiful browns.
I bit into the sandwich and moaned. There was more in there than he described. Bacon and avocado. This might've been the best sandwich I'd ever tasted. Or it was the fact that it was the first food after sex.
“This is really good,” I told him.
He beamed. “I'm glad you liked it.” Bruce looked over at Earl and he had set the plate down next to him without even trying it. “You two have fun.”
“Nice to meet you, Jeremy. Hopefully we'll see you around here a lot.”
“Nice to meet you too, Bruce.”
And he was gone just like that. I breathed a sigh of relief. Earl didn't seem phased either way.
No wonder he was so sex-starved. earl never paid attention to him. I wasn't the first guy he used and I wouldn't be the last.
“Can you fucking believe they came back and won?”
My mind was completely elsewhere. I looked at the screen and realized that we lost. “We got robbed. Totally the refs fault.”
“You wanna hang out some more and finish those beers. You've been nursing the one in your hand the entire game. Don't you think its time to move on.”
He was right. I chugged the last remaining bit. “I have to get back home and unpack some more. Let's meet up again for another game soon. That was a lot of fun.”
“Good luck unpacking,” he said. “And thanks for bringing the beer.”
There was no need to take the remaining beer home. There wasn't any. I had one and Earl had drank five in a row.
I walked quickly across the street and entered my home, shutting the front door behind me. I had to get away fast before Bruce came back out.
I was safe...for now.
Chapter Five
The next day I spent mostly unpacking boxes. And trying to forget that Bruce was probably sitting next door, touching himself, coming over and over again.
I spent a long shower masturbating this morning, hoping it would get him out of my head. It didn't work. I couldn't stop thinking about him.
Earl had asked me to come over the basketball game and I had told him no. At the time, I didn't want to be anywhere close to Bruce. He had such a power over me. Such a power over my thick cock. I couldn't risk getting close to him.
But a day had passed and I felt differently. I felt like I deserved a man like Bruce. I was okay with not owning him. Earl could be married to Bruce and pay for all his expensive things. I just wanted to own him in bed.
I needed to hear him moan my name while coming.
I decided that I was going to join Earl for the basketball game after all. I wasn't sure how I would get alone with Bruce again but I knew that he would be able to figure that stuff out. Bruce had a lot of practice doing this behind Earl's back.
I laughed to myself. He might even be in the know about it. He didn't seem to be the kind of guy that cared if his husband went out for the night to get what he wanted.
My doorbell rang and I collapsed the empty cardboard box that I just emptied and set it on the carpet.
I opened the door to find Bruce standing there with that look on his face. That look that I was his and there was nothing I could do about it. He was wearing a large coat that went down to his feet and he had it buttoned all the way up. If he was trying to seduce me with that outfit, he was failing.
Plus it was so hot out. I had no idea why he would be wearing that.
Bruce unbuttoned the coat and opened it up, revealing his tanned naked body. It was breathtaking. Every muscle was built on another muscles. His enormous cock hung low, swaying in the wind.
“Do you like?” he asked.
I nodded. There was no way we weren't going to fuck now. He wouldn't be able to stop me even if he tried.
I grabbed him by the coat and pulled Bruce into my house, peeking my head outside to make sure that nobody saw us. Most people were at work in the middle of the day.
Bruce let the coat fall to the ground. He was all bare for me now. His eyes were dark and his mouth straight and firm. He had one mission today. “You better be ready to fuck me again, Jeremy,” he said.
I loved how straightforward he was but two could play at that game. “Get on your knees, you dirty manwhore.”
His eyes lit up. He'd been wanting this for a long time. Bruce did as he was told and got down on my carpet, his head close to my crotch.
“Take my cock out. Stroke it slowly,” I ordered.
Bruce happily unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. All that was between us was a black pair of boxer briefs. Bruce slowly peeled them off, letting my hardness fling out. I was so big that I almost smacked him in the face.
“It's so much bigger up close,” he breathed, grasping the base of my shaft. His fingers could barely reach around to the other side. Bruce started to rub me, going up to my tip and then all the way down again.
“Wrap those lips around me. I want to feel you suck my cock,” I said.
Bruce took me in his mouth, his lips stretching to accommodate my thickness. My hands brushed his hair out of the way to get a good look at those eyes while I fucked his mouth. I rocked my hips back and forth sliding my meat further down his throat.
I didn't want to come yet. I couldn't come yet. There was still so much to do to him.
I pulled myself out. “Stand up. I need to inspect you.”
I stepped back and examined his body closely. He would make any man fall to their knees. Everything about him was perfect. Legs, arms, cock, ass, hips, lips, hair, eyes. I could go on and on about him.
“Come here and kiss me,” I said.
Bruce complied and hugged his arms around me. His cologne was divine. I touched my lips to his just barely. Just enough to spark that excitement. His mouth separated more and I wrapped my arms around his back to pull him deeper into the kiss.
“I love the way you hold me,” he whispered in my ear. He kissed my neck while I clutched his penis until he became hard in my hand.
His body was warm against me. Our chests were against each other. My cock was pressed to his abs, throbbing and waiting for that sweet release. My balls would have to wait a little while longer before I found my release.
I wanted to play a little bit more.
Chapter Six
“Get down on all fours and face away from me.”
Bruce got down on the ground and relinquished his ass to me. “Fuck me now, Jeremy. I'm so ready for you.”
“I'll tell you when it's time,” I yelled, bringing my open hand down on his ass.
Bruce cried out and asked for more. I knew he would like pain. I slapped his cheeks over and over again u
ntil they were red and raw.
Now he was ready.
I took my stance behind him and grabbed onto his toned sides. “This is going to be rough,” I announced before hammering into him full force. My enormous cock split that ass wide open as I drilled into him.
My hips met his ass and I pulled out so I could pound into him again.
“Oh my god, it feels so fucking good,” Bruce said. “I'm going to come.” He collapsed all around me, his ass tightening around my thickness.
His orgasm was so intense that he couldn't hold himself up anymore while I fucked him. I had to grab onto his shoulders to keep him upright.
I picked up speed, my balls burning with the need to come. Every thrust brought me closer to my climax. My body crashed into that nice ass.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I pulled out and shot streams of white cum into the air, painting Bruce's back and ass with my art.
He was completely covered with semen before my balls were drained, my seed dripping onto my carpet.
Bruce fell to the ground. “I love feeling your warm cum all over me, Jeremy.”
“I'm not done with you yet, Bruce. We still have hours until your husband comes home and I'm going to use up every second of that time.”
I wasn't going to be finished until I covered every inch of his skin with my cum.
The End
Story Three
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Description
It's about to get hot in here.
Jack is hired by the older man next door to do some chores around the house.
His first time will be unforgettable.
Chapter One
“Jack, can you come down for a moment,” my mom yelled.
I threw the video game controller on my bed and got up. Ever since I came home from college, my mom had been constantly nagging me about chores and more chores.
If trying to hold a summer job was hard enough, my mom wanted me to wash the dishes, set the table, take out the trash, clean my room, vacuum the carpet. If I knew it was going to be this bad, I would've stayed back at college.
At least there, nobody bugged me every second.
I slumped down the stairs and found my mom in the kitchen. She wore a light blue apron and took out a baking tray of fresh cookies. I went to snatch one and my mom slapped my hand before I could touch them.
“Those aren't for you,” she snapped.
“Who are they for then?”
“That's what I called you down here for. Do you know about Mr. Allen next door?”
I shook my head. I didn't really pay attention to news around the neighborhood once I moved away.
“Shes the single man that just moved in. He's very nice and I thought he could use some cookies. I want you to take these over there as a welcome gift.”
Seemed easy enough.
I watched with drool at the corner of my lips as my mom transferred every single cookie over to a plate and wrapped foil over it.
“Can you at least leave one for me,” I pleaded with her. The hunger in my stomach was overwhelming.
“I'll cook you another batch soon.”
Soon meant never. I couldn't remember the last time I had freshly baked cookies.
My mom handed me the plate. “Now be on your best behavior when you go over there. I want you to give her a good impression. Don't screw this up.”
“Don't worry, it's just cookies.”
I stepped outside in the boiling sun and could feel sweat already accumulating on my brow. This summer was going to be brutal. Thank god for air conditioning in my room.
I walked on the sidewalk to the house next door. Every home on Cherry Lane was exactly the same. Same beige color and same model; two bedrooms and a bonus room.
Mr. Allen's front door was the same burgundy as my parents'. I took the little gold knocker in my fingers and hit it lightly against the door twice.
I waited holding the plate of cookies and wondered if I had time to sneak one out. My mom would never know and Mr. Allen wouldn't either. I quickly lifted the foil and then I heard footsteps approach the door. I put the foil back and stood up straight.
The hottest piece of ass opened the door wearing only a tiny white towel. “What can I help you with?” he asked.
Mr. Allen was in his early forties with dark short hair that was wet from a shower. The towel was barely wrapped around his waist and his chest still had beads of water on it. I'd never even kissed a guy before let alone seen another man this close to being naked. My imagination ran wild.
What would he look like without that towel on...
Suddenly I realized that he was waiting for me to answer him. I did my best to keep eye contact and not stare at those large arms. “Um, my mom wanted me to bring you some cookies she baked. We live next door.”
Mr. Allen smiled a perfect pair of blindingly white teeth. “Well isn't that nice of the both of you. Can you come in and set them down on the counter.”
I wasn't expecting to be asked inside. My feet were frozen in place like they were stuck in cement.
Mr. Allen left the door opened and walked off into the house. I reluctantly picked up my heavy foot and placed it over the threshold. I followed the older man in a towel as he led me to the kitchen. His back was defined with muscles.
And that ass. Wars could be waged for an ass that good.
Mr. Allen could do some serious damage with a body like that.
“You can set down the cookies right there.” Hhe pointed to the white-tiled counter-tops.
He tore off the foil and bent over to smell the cookies. His towel almost fell away. A stiffening in my pants made me press up against the counter. It was embarrassing and I didn't want him to find out.
“These smell amazing. Do you want one?” he asked. Mr. Allen did his best to try and cover himself up but whenever he shifted the towel, I got an eyeful of his naked skin that was glorious.
“I would love a cookie,” I replied. I took the first bite but it didn't even register in my head. There was too much going on and my body couldn't handle it.
“What's your name?” Mr. Allen asked, taking a bite of the cookie.
I almost choked on the cookie. “My name? It's Jack.”
He outstretched his hand. “Nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Kirk Allen.”
That was the greatest name I'd ever heard.
Chapter Two
I stood there and finished my cookie. I didn't know whether I was supposed to excuse myself to leave or not.
Mr. Allen looked me up and down. “Are you going to school?” he asked. His nice lips were begging to be kissed.
I pressed my hips against the counter harder. My erection wasn't going away any time soon. I nodded. “I'm going to college right now. I'm only home for the summer.”
Mr. Allen cooed and lightly punched me in the shoulder. “A college boy. You must have the girls clawing to get at you.”
I scratched the back of my head. “Not exactly,” I confessed. I was so busy with my schoolwork that I barely had time to lift my head out of my books. Guys were not a priority.
But Mr. Allen was a top priority. A real mature man.
“I have a proposition for you,” he said, taking a cookie and taking a bite of half of it. He offered me the other half. I could see the smudge of his saliva on it.
I eagerly took the cookie and put it in my mouth. That was going to be the closest I'd get to feeling those lips.
Mr. Allen continued, “I was looking for someone who could do some housework for me. Mowing the lawn, raking leaves, and cleaning the pool. I can pay you.”
I was going to say yes even before he offered money. Doing more chores during the summer wasn't going to be much fun but if it was for Mr. Allen...<
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“Yeah I think I can do some housework for you.” It was time to go but my cock was still standing at attention. There was nothing to do about it now.
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