“Put your hands behind your back while I fuck that face-pussy,” he ordered. His balls were literally bouncing off my chin as I fought my gag reflex and did my best to lube his rod as he drove it in and out of my virgin mouth. He began to grunt loudly as I felt him near the point of release.
“Hey Craig,” a voice echoed from the side door, as my next door neighbor, Jack, walked into the garage carrying my hedgeclippers. “I saw you pull up and I wanted to return these…”
Jack’s voice trailed off as he eyes adjusted from the bright sunshine outdoors to the darkness of the garage.
“Oh sorry,” Jack sputtered as he took in the scene; his married next door neighbor, nude, on his knees, his hands behind his back with a young-man’s cock buried ball-deep down his throat.
“I, I, I…didn’t know you were busy,” Jack said.
“He’s real fucking busy, old man,” Facefucker spat. “Get lost.”
With Facefucker’s cock buried in my throat, I couldn’t say anything.
Jack gave a wry smile as he dropped the tool and backed his way through the side door. “I’ll see you around, Craig.”
How was I going to explain this to Jack Horner, my married, retired ex-Navy, grandfather-of-six neighbor? Even as my deep embarrassment took hold, I was shocked back into the present as Facefucker drove his cock deep into my throat and unloaded a thick, salty load of spunk. I had no choice but to swallow as the jizz was already halfway to my stomach as he shot his cream.
He pulled his spent cock from my tortured throat and gave my face a couple of wet whacks with his slowly deflating member.
“Nice job, cocksucker,” Facefucker chuckled as he zipped up and headed for the door. “Good luck explaining that to the neighbor.”
Lying back on the cold concrete floor of the garage, I licked my lips, tasting the last remnants of the salty reward. My hand found my still rock hard cock and I jerked a huge load of cum all over my belly. As a wave of humiliation and regret swept over me, I realized I had a big problem to address. How was I going to keep Jack quiet about this?
I headed into the house and took a long, hot shower before brushing my teeth for about ten straight minutes, eager to get the taste of man-sauce out of my mouth. I sat down at my desk and tried to formulate a plan. I was busted, pure and simple. No excuse was going to undo what Jack had witnessed. He’s found me fully naked, on my knees, completely submitting my throat to the onslaught of a surfer dude. I wasn’t struggling against the guy and I’d done nothing to indicate that the blowjob was against my will. In fact, when caught in the act, I had remained completely submissive, leaving the guy’s cock buried in my throat as Jack watched.
Frustrated and without a plan, I decided to go for a run. I ran down to the beach and put in a solid 5 miles before returning home. As I walked by the Horner’s house, Jack and his wife were sitting on the front porch enjoying some lemonade.
“Hey Craig,” Jack waved. “Hang on a second.”
Jack jumped up and walked out to the street. Although in his early 60’s, as an ex-military guy, Jack kept himself in excellent shape. He had a full head of white hair, cropped short, and piercing eyes that had probably made more than one recruit shit his pants.
Keeping his voice low, Jack started, “Interesting afternoon you had, Craig.”
“Look Jack,” I began, unsure how to respond. “I, it, uhhh…I don’t know what to say.”
“No need to say anything, son. I saw the look in your eyes. It was a look of pure lust. I saw that look a lot in the military. It can get pretty lonely on a ship at sea, and men do funny things, things they can’t explain.”
“But I wasn’t at sea, Jack,” I said.
“No, you were at home, in your garage, servicing a guy and clearly enjoying it. What would your wife say if she knew you enjoyed sucking guys’ dicks?”
Was Jack actually threatening me? Was he going to tell Laura about my indiscretion?
“Jack, please, Laura doesn’t need to find out about this?” I pleaded. “I’ve never done this before and I don’t plan on doing it again.”
“Of course you don’t,” he sneered. “Give me a fucking break. You were servicing that guy like a pro. He was buried down your throat and you were licking his nuts like they were candy. I bet you even swallowed his load, didn’t you?”
“Umm, well, fuck, yea, I did swallow his load. He shot it straight down my throat, so I didn’t have much of a choice.”
“Yes, he clearly had you restrained against your will,” he cackled. “The only weapon I saw on the guy was buried in your face and you were doing everything in your power to get him to fire that weapon down your throat. Your wife deserves to know what a perverted little cocksucker you are.”
Shit, he was being a real prick about this. “Come on Jack, Laura cannot find out about this. She would be furious. She’d probably demand a divorce.”
As we started to walk up my driveway, Jack headed back to his house. “Well, Craig, that’s up to you. Maybe we can work something out.”
Fuck, was he going to blackmail me? What was Jack’s angle and how was he going to play this out?
After dinner that night, I logged onto my computer to check email. I had a message from an anonymous source with the title, “Workout Plan.”
The email read:
“Dear Cocksucker,
I know you enjoyed your little escapade in the garage today, I could see it in your eyes. I also know you want it to happen again. Lucky for you, instead of trolling the streets looking for anonymous dick, I have exactly what you need. Take a look at the attached pics and try and tell me your mouth isn’t watering thinking of getting your lips wrapped around my cock. I’m not getting what I need at home, and clearly neither are you. Meet me in the shed tomorrow morning at 9am and we can finalize the negotiations.
‘Jack is nimble, Jack’s not quick,
Jack’s gonna feed you this big, fat dick.’
Keeping it in the neighborhood,
Sir”
Obviously the email was from Jack. The shed was his backyard workshop that he had built and furnished over several years. He alternately referred to it as the shed or his man-cave. He had a pool table, a workbench, some gym equipment, a flatscreen TV, a bar, and miscellaneous other toys. He proudly boasted that he furnished the shed with all the toys that his wife hated, which effectively made it his personal retreat as she refused to step foot in the shed.
Hating myself already, I opened the pictures to see what Jack was offering in the deal. My jaw dropped open as I saw the pics. The first picture was an older guy from the chest down, presumably Jack, naked and proudly strutting a very impressive member. It was soft but still hung at least 6 inches. The penis was uncircumcised, but a bulbous head stretched the foreskin taught. The meaty appendage was extremely thick. Equally impressive was the low hanging balls that weighted down his stretched scrotum. His chest, stomach, and crotch were covered in wiry white hair. This guy was a real man, and his posture said he knew it.
The second picture made me whimper with lust. No longer was the guy’s penis flaccid, it now stood at perfect attention, jutting wickedly from his flat pelvis. It was straight as an arrow and seemed to stretch on for miles. The college guy had an above average cock, but Jack was packing a world-class tool. I had watched a few pornos in my day and this guy could have been a star.