“Really?” Paul replied, and after I nodded he told me who I reminded his wife of.
“John Holmes,” Paul told me. “She said that he looked like him only you were better looking.”
“I think I’ve heard of him,” I told Paul, which was silly because I was very familiar with his work.
“Yeah, she likes him because he’s got a – you know?” Paul said, holding his hands wide apart, and then when I asked him who he liked he mentioned Kay Parker and Lisa DeLeuuw, cupping his hands in front of himself.
“Oh, you like the busty ladies?”
“Yeah, I guess we like to look at people who aren’t like either of us. Melody, she’s kind of small on top – really small – and so seeing big breasts every once in a while is a change.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” I told my neighbor who wasn’t exactly breaking news to me that his wife was pretty much flat-chested since I had peeked down the top of her modest bathing suit that afternoon enough to learn that the little swells in the front were mostly padding and not nearly as full as her bottom. “You make a very handsome couple.”
“And me, I’m not – you know – nothing like John Holmes, that’s for sure, if you know what I mean.”
“I’m sure you please Melody just fine,” I assured Paul, who seemed to be melting down in front of me judging by his drenched shirt.
“I’m not sure – the way she was looking at you in your bathing suit – I’ll bet if you ever came over one day when I wasn’t here she probably wouldn’t say no,” Paul said with a swallow, and I wasn’t sure whether that was something he feared or wanted.
“You don’t have to worry about that Paul because I’m no home-wrecker,” I made clear, patting him on a damp shoulder. “I think you make too much of Melody looking at John Holmes. She doesn’t get upset when you stare at Kay Parker, right?”
“No.”
“And I’ll bet that she looks at Kay Parker too,” I suggested, and after Paul shrugged I threw in, “After all, I suspect you look at John Holmes too, don’t you?”
Paul’s head jerked upright at that, his eyes like a deer in the headlights, and it took him a bit before he answered, “Yeah, it’s kind of tough not to. I mean he’s in the movie.”
“That he is,” I replied, and then followed a moment of very awkward silence during which Paul took a long swallow of his beer before facing me again, and after a series of stammers and stutters managed to say what he meant.
“Can you – take it out?” Paul asked, his nervous twitching getting close to resembling a seizure.
“Pardon?” I asked, because while I thought I was ready for just about anything at this point, this managed to surprise me.
“You penis. I was just wondering if you could take it out for a second,” Paul repeated, and when I asked why Paul said he was curious.
“I’m sure you’ve seen other guy’s cocks before,” I replied. “Back in the locker room at school?”
“Not really,” Paul responded, and then began to babble about getting excused from gym class all through high school. “If you don’t want to, I understand. I sure wouldn’t do it if somebody asked. It’s just that I’m – I dunno. Curious.”
“What if Melody comes down here?” I said, and after Paul said she wouldn’t ever do that because she knew better, whatever that meant, I added, “What would she think of me – or you for that matter if she saw me standing here with my cock out?”
“You can hear anybody that gets near the door because the landing upstairs squeaks,” Paul explained, and that was something I knew from being down here before so many times.
“Please?” he added, almost begging, and at that I sighed and got up from the stool, with Paul doing the same thing and taking a step back.
“It’s not going to jump out at you,” I kidded as I grabbed my zipper and started tugging it down, but then I stopped halfway.
“You do it, Paul,” I said as I let go and put my hands on my hips, realizing that Paul wanted – needed to be dominated and was welcoming the chance to be submissive.
“Me? I’m not that kind of… I can’t,” he complained and after I reminded him that he was the one that wanted to see it and started to sit back down he asked me if I was mad at him.
“Not mad, just confused,” I admitted while talking in a stage whisper. “Besides, I didn’t come close to believing you never saw another guy’s cock before, so don’t try to tell me you never touched another before either. It’s not like it’s something to be ashamed of.”
“Yes,” Paul said softly. “A long time ago.”
“Interesting. Something you’d like to share with me?” I inquired, and after Paul shook is head I asked, “Something unpleasant happen?”
“No,” Paul said, and then added unsurprisingly. ” he was my teacher when I was at Albany Academy.”
“Really? And you liked him?”
“Oh yes. He was wonderful. I guess I loved him.”
“What happened?”
“He – we got caught,” Paul said as his facial expression changed. “The principal.”
“Oh.” I replied while Paul wrestled with his inner demons.
“Okay,” Paul suddenly said, so I stood back up and waited with my hands on my hips.
“Hope you have a good alibi for Melody if she shows up,” I hoped.
The zipper on those old trousers had gone down thousands of times, and I would have wagered that if you added all of time involved it wasn’t much more that the time it took Paul to. If he was trying to tease me he was doing a great job of it.
Paul’s right hand reached into my fly and fumbled around for an eternity just trying to get inside the boxers. When his hand finally dug in and found it, his breathing got louder and faster, and then he had to struggle to pull it out of the fly.
After he succeeded in pulling out Paul sort of lost his grip and so it just hung out there obscenely while my neighbor stared at it and I looked at him. Then his hand went back and wrapped his fingers around it, and it was then when everything changed in my mind.
Up until then I was pretty much playing with Paul, enjoying his discomfort as he struggled with his own desires, but feeling the touch of another’s hand on my cock – a man’s hand – which hadn’t happened in quite a while, brought back memories and I think seeing the wedding band on one of fingers being used made it even better.
“How big is it?” Paul asked as he looked at the brown snake his fist was wrapped around, his expression not that of a thirty year old but that of some kid half his age, and this was exciting to me as well for whatever reason. “Looks as big as my arm.”
“I don’t know about that,” I replied, reveling in the awe he was showing towards my aged tool. “I do know that thanks to you it’s getting bigger.”
“I know. I can feel it pulsating,” Paul said, and when I brought my hands down he started to pull away until I explained.
“The bottom of my zipper – cutting into me,” I told my neighbor, and after saying that I was hoping he was right about Melody not coming back down, I undid my belt and pants and then unsnapped my boxers and let them drop down also so I was standing there bare-assed while my neighbor continued to slowly pump my thickening organ with his sweaty hand.
“Wish I was built like you,” Paul whispered, as he shifted his grip on my cock. “I think Melody does too.”