Condo Discoveries
Explore hidden passions and unexpected encounters in ‘Condo Discoveries’—a captivating gay sex story that delves into desire, romance, and the thrill of new connections. Join the journey as two hearts collide in a world of lust and adventure!
This is my first story so yes, I’m a virgin. In more ways than one. Let me know what you think but be gentle, please. I’d like to be broken in gently the first few times. The following is just a fantasy but I do think about activities like this all the time. I guess those that would know would say that I need someone to take control of me so I could be comfortable with doing something with a guy. I’ll let you decide what I need and if you like, let me know that too. Ok, enough of that, on with the story.
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I lived in a condo at the end of the street. It was also a new development and as of yet, no other condos had been built on the street or even in the area. With this economy, it might be a while before any others are built. It had a large common, covered back deck that looked over the small back yard and woods beyond.
I am 5′ 10″ to 5′ 11″ on a good day and between 170 and 175 lbs. Slim build with a small tight butt that women claim is a good two handfuls. Dark hair with some gray coming in and intense but playful blue eyes. Up to this point, I have only been with women but have had fantasies about men on a regular basis. I exercise daily to keep the midlife bulge from coming on and so far it’s working. I’ve always been the class clown, laughing and joking and being flippant most of the time. I always try to find the humorous side of what life throws at us.
My neighbor that owned the second half seemed to be a good guy. Kind of quite, about 6’ 1″, not muscle bound but in good shape and I would guess about 200 lbs. Dark full head of hair and gray eyes. In the evenings, we would sit on the deck with a drink just enjoying the quite and solitude.
Neither one of us went out much nor did we ever have visitors. Par for the course for me which I guess is why I never questioned Sean’s lack of going out or company. I worked from home and Sean worked for a landscaping company.
I came home one day from a trip to the store and saw Sean sitting on the deck. After putting everything away, I fixed a drink and went out to the deck. It was then that I saw both of Sean’s hands were in casts.
“Dang, what happened to you?”
“Accident at work. I’ve been sitting here for about two hours waiting on you,” he said. “I can’t get to my keys to open the door.”
He seemed to be sort of embarrassed but asked if I could get his keys out of his pocket and open the door for him saying he had to go to the bathroom, quick. I didn’t hesitate and laughed while reaching into his pants pocket for the keys saying, “I guess that could be a problem.”
I opened the door and he took off for the bathroom. I laughed and yelled at him to not forget to raise the lid and sat down to wait for him to finish and then explain what happened.
Not two minutes later he was back, red in the face and with the obvious look of a guy that has to go bad. He said, “Man, I can’t get my pants open with these damn casts! Can you give me a hand, quick?”
“Uh, yeah, sure. No problem. Uh, out in the yard. More room” I replied, not really thinking about what this would entail.
We both kind of ran down the steps and over to a tree. Men have to have a tree, a bush, or tire for some reason so it was natural for both of us to head for the tree. He was next to the tree and I was to his left. I leaned forward and kind of around his front so I could use both hands to get his pants open and not get peed on. He was hopping from foot to foot and whispering “hurry, hurry, hurry”.
This whole ordeal was striking me a funny so I was giggling (I’ve always giggled and have always been made fun of because of it) and saying, “Quit moving so much, these damn pants are too tight.”
“It’s not funny, it hurts damnit!” Which didn’t help my giggles.
I finally got his pants open and tried to raise up. He had his right had on the tree and his left on my back holding me down and was still saying “hurry! hurry! hurry!”. I didn’t even think about it, I just reached in and grabbed his dick and pulled it out. Luckily he was commando cause I don’t think we would have made it had he had underwear on. And luckily I was beside him and not in front cause he started peeing immediately. Now I don’t know how much air a person can hold in, but Sean exhaled for a long, long time.
So here we were. He was bracing himself against the tree with his right hand and my back with his left. I was bent over and around his front and couldn’t raise up, so I reached out with my right hand for the tree also.
This is where it starts to get weird for me. Sean was fine, he was getting relief. I, meanwhile, had a strange dick in my hand! And it was squirting out pee about four feet, and I was controlling where it went! And I didn’t have anywhere else to look but at this strange dick in my hand.
I had never thought about other men before other than a strange dream once in a while. It came as a shock that I was thinking this is a nice dick. No hair, hmmm. Smooth and soft but firm feeling. Very warm, almost hot. Cut, very nice flared head. And big! I wasn’t holding it with one or two fingers either. It was laying across my palm and lower finger pads and my thumb was wrapped across the top. Just like I stroke my own! Only he wasn’t hard and was as big as I am when hard! And there was at least an inch sticking out past my index finger and thumb.
Holy cow! I felt a twitch in my dick and started to get hard. What’s happening to me? I’m liking the feel of Sean’s dick in my hand. I start thinking it’s beautiful and realize my mouth is watering and hanging open when some spit drops down and lands on his head. I squeeze a little and can feel the pee flowing through the underside. The head flares bigger when I squeeze too. I squeeze again and pull outward like I do to my own. Yep, instead of going out about four feet it squirts out to about six or eight feet. I can’t help it but giggle again.
He asks, “Are you having fun?”
Without thinking I reply, “Oh, sorry, this is kind of new for me. Kind of like pushing all the buttons and knobs in a new car.”
At this we both bust out laughing. As he’s laughing, I can feel his pee surging. He surges and I squeeze, this is fun. By now he’s about finished. I just do what I do to myself and start milking to get all the pee out. Slide back to the base, squeeze and pull out to the head then release and repeat. Only I don’t just do it two or three times. I keep doing it! I don’t realize what I’m doing till he starts getting hard and growing! Then I snap out of it and see that he’s finished.
As I’m putting him back in, I realize he’s either naturally hairless or shaved. I don’t see any hair on his groin or feel any on his balls. Holy crap, did I just run my fingers down across his balls? Dang, they’re big too. Oh man I hope he doesn’t think I was feeling him up. It just happened in trying to get that big thing back in his pants and in just the right spot, didn’t it?