A gay story: The Neighbor Eighteen year old Peter stood up straight from the just completed labors in his next door neighbor’s yard. The sun glistened on the sweat covering his entire tall, lean body. His long hair and handsome face with blue eyes, his long neck and broad shoulders, almost smooth torso and long legs were covered only by a pair of cutoff jeans as he stretched in the summer air. The fine golden hairs on his arms and legs looked soft and reflected the early afternoon light.
Hugh Brigham watched through the window of his living room and his eyes took in the shape of the boy, moving from top to bottom and back up again, and often settling on the bulge in those tight jean shorts. There was hunger in his eyes, and his cock started to harden as he thought about the chance he might finally have to seduce young Peter and show him the pleasures of man-sex.
Hugh had moved into his home a year before and as soon as he spotted the boy living next door he decided he would bide his time and see if he could get what he wanted the way he wanted it.
His divorce had been painful a couple of years ago. He had thought he was completely straight but had slowly come to realize that what he really wanted was not available from his wife and he had finally worked up the nerve to embark on a journey to find satisfaction with another man.
He discovered how much it excited him, how good he felt with a hard cock in his mouth, how he loved his own cock sucked and loved a cock deep inside him or his cock sliding in and out of the tight hole between firm male cheeks. He found out how much he wanted it and became almost obsessed with pursuing the pleasures frowned upon by society. He’d kept it hidden but he slipped up and finally had to admit his secret desires to his wife when she caught him with a man in their bed.
The whole thing had been a mess and eventually the secret became known to his friends and coworkers. He had to quit and move away, finding a job in a town in another state and renting the home that was situated next to what turned out to be a delicious looking young man who would soon come of age.
He bided his time until that day, meanwhile making himself known and liked in the neighborhood as a divorcee who was friendly, generous, and reliable.
During the fall and winter he began hiring Peter to do chores for him, feigning a bad back, and both Peter and his parents were happy for the extra money the young man could earn without too much time or trouble.
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Over the course of a year, Peter felt more and more comfortable in the company of the older man who lived next door. As he grew into puberty and beyond he became confused. He could appreciate a pretty girl but he just could not drum up interest in any of them. Nor could he wholeheartedly partake in the conversation his friends were always having about this girl or that and what they wanted to do with them, or about the pictures they had of naked women. It left him cold and he blushed and withdrew when it happened.
His friends easily chalked it off as shyness and made fun of him for it, and he was happy to let them think that way. The truth was that he had no interest in sex at all. Yes, his body needed what it needed, but he pushed the need away and in the sheltered, conservative atmosphere of his home life it was easy to hide it and ignore it.
He became able at making excuses. He went to a few dances with a girl – they were obviously interested in him – and he enjoyed himself but only the same way he would with a buddy. He blushed furiously when a girl made advances, which they did, and his reputation as painfully shy protected him from closer examination or gossip about anything more than just that: a very shy young man whom everyone thought would eventually grow out of it.
But Mr. Brigham, or Hugh as he unsuccessfully insisted being called by Peter, had grown to be someone he felt totally comfortable with. He was tall and lean with a handsome face, a thick head of dark hair, and a ready smile. He never criticized or kidded Peter about anything uncomfortable, which happened quite often with his family and with his friends. He never brought up girls. He was obviously intelligent and well spoken. He had an air of maturity and an air of sophistication about him and Peter felt good when he was near the older man.
They had talks, too, which became longer and deeper and for the first time in his life he felt someone understood him. There was never any judgement and there was often good advice which made the young man grateful.
Slowly he began to notice that when he was physically close to Mr. Brigham, close enough to maybe feel his body heat, there seemed to be a vibration going through his body that felt so pleasant. It got stronger and stronger as time went on and he started taking every opportunity to stand or sit close to the older man without truly realizing what he was doing. Hugh often took it upon himself to sit close to Peter, put his hand on his shoulder or back or his knee, never leaving it for long. Peter found himself wishing that those comforting touches would last longer.
More and more, Peter found his eyes on Mr. Brigham, looking at his handsome face, taking in his well-shaped body, watching him as he moved, and that vibration would start again. It was something that moved his body and lifted his spirits. The young man sought out opportunities to be with the older man whenever possible; after school and on the weekends, and Hugh took every opportunity to bring Peter close to him.
He asked Peter to do chores for him, helped him with his homework, had long conversations with him, gave him a ride to the store, and whenever possible when they could not be seen by anyone, he would put his hands on Peter’s firm young body – always innocently and briefly, but he discovered he could leave his hand there longer and longer without the boy seeming to mind.
He was sexually attracted to the boy, there was no doubt, but he also liked him and admired his stoic approach to a life he wasn’t fully cut out for. In the meantime, he made sure Peter’s family never suspected a thing, stopping by, bringing food he’d cooked or cookies he’d baked, joking with them all, borrowing tools from Peter’s Dad, hinting at the dates with women that he never actually had, and just being a good neighbor.
Peter’s parents seemed grateful for everything he did and would return favors. They were certainly happy to see Peter getting paid well for chores which lessened Peter’s entreaties for money above and beyond his allowance. Above all they never seemed to have a problem with their son spending so much time with their neighbor.
Peter found himself more and more often thinking about Mr. Brigham, picturing his face and body, wanting to be like him, tall and handsome and confident and cheerful. His mind often drifted to the way Mr. Brigham looked in shorts with no shirt on and he would feel that pleasant vibration again, never in his naiveté associating it with anything in the least way sexual.
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Today, as he watched Peter in his yard, Hugh knew it was time to see where things might go with the young man. The family was gone for the weekend, having taken up Hugh’s offer to keep an eye on the young man while they were gone and make sure he was properly fed and in bed at a reasonable hour.
He went to his door and asked Peter if he was all done. “Yes, sir,” said Peter. “Come on in and have a glass of iced tea, then,” offered Hugh and Peter scampered up the steps and into Hugh’s cool kitchen.
Carrying the iced tea to the kitchen table, Hugh seemed to hesitate. “What if,” he asked, “we have a beer instead? Would you like that?”
Peter had had very little alcohol so far in his life and wasn’t even really sure he liked beer, but he didn’t want to seem unsophisticated to the older man so he stammered out a yes.
With a smile, Hugh pulled out two beers and two frosted mugs from the freezer and poured himself and the young man a glass full. Sitting down close to Peter, he offered a toast. “Well done on the yard, Peter. It looks great. He took a long drink and Peter did the same. Then he took another and Peter followed suit.
They talked for a few minutes about his plans for the yard over the rest of the summer and then Hugh said, “Listen. You’re covered with sweat. I want you to take a shower upstairs and then we’ll hang out for a while if you like.”
“Sure,” said Peter, eager to have the chance to spend more time with his next door neighbor, especially because his folks were gone and he could stretch his curfew out longer without them knowing.
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The shower was steamy as Peter soaped his body and he never heard Hugh come in and carry his denim shorts way. When he got out he saw the two white towels laid out for him and began to wipe the water from his naked body. He heard Mr. Brigham’s voice from right outside the bathroom door. “Are you out of the shower?”, asked the older man. “Yes, sir,” replied Peter and he saw the door open just enough so Hugh’s deep voice could carry inside easily.
“I’m not a ‘Sir’,” admonished Hugh, “and I threw your shorts in the washer. They were filthy and sweaty. I’ll have them dried and back to you soon,” said the older man. “Dry yourself with one towel and wrap the other one around you for now. Come on downstairs when you’re ready.”
When Peter padded into the kitchen, his neighbor’s back was to him while standing at the counter. The skin was browned and stretched tight across the muscles from his shoulders to his waist, below which he was covered by a pair of sweatpants. Somehow through the light of the kitchen window he looked so… masculine. Peter was caught short and paused for just a moment before he walked across the floor. The sight of his neighbor had stopped him – the bare back and broad shoulders, the muscles of his arms, the pants clinging to the twin globes below his waistline.
If Peter had an ounce more of self-awareness, he would have acknowledged that he had a deep crush on the older man. Or perhaps had he realized it he would have pushed it away. It mixed with the confused feelings he had about girls and his own body and sex, everything he repressed, and he was only aware of the growing vibration his body felt when near to Hugh.
The older man turned and smiled at him. Peter’s eyes fell of their own will to Hugh’s chest. It was broad and muscled and only slightly hairy, and the flat stomach seemed to stretch below it. The brown nipples would have appeared erect if the young man had actually realized what he was looking at, and a very slight feeling of dizziness came and vanished almost instantly in his head.
In a fraction of a second his eyes moved back to the older man’s face and he returned the smile, his blue eyes held by the brown ones Hugh directed at him.
“I thought perhaps we should celebrate the great job you did,” said Hugh, “and we can have something a little stronger than beer and maybe sit on the couch, relax, and watch something together.”
“I don’t really drink,” stammered Peter, blushing, but Hugh only smiled more broadly. “That’s OK, Peter. It’s good, actually, but try this anyway. It’s a very good Brandy, and you might like it. I promise your parents will never know and I promise your secret will be safe with me.”
Peter followed Hugh into the den, which was dark with a couch and a TV. The older man set one drink down on each of the end tables and motioned towards the couch. “Make yourself comfortable right there,” he said as he turned on the TV. “We’re just going to have some adult talk and adult entertainment and enjoy ourselves like adults, OK? You are eighteen now if I have that right, so why shouldn’t you enjoy what grownups do?”
Hugh fiddled with the TV and then sat down very close to Peter, his bare arm and shoulder against Peter’s as he let out a sigh. “A toast to a job well done, young man,” he said and raised his glass to Peter, “just as all your jobs are well done that I can see.” Peter grabbed his glass from the side table and smiled at his neighbor, basking in his closeness as well as in the compliment he was giving. “Drink it slow, Peter,” said Hugh, “small sips,” as he clinked their glasses together.
Then Peter felt the older man put his arm around his shoulder. The vibration in the young man’s body increased, and Hugh felt him tense a little. “Relax, Peter,” he said, “Let’s just relax together.” and they both leaned back against the couch, drinks in hand in the darkened room.
“Sometimes I like to watch something like this,” said Hugh, “and I think you might like it too.” He put his drink down and thumbed the remote and the screen came to life with a scene that completely startled the young man. There on the screen was a young blond woman in only panties and a sheer crop top. Her hair swept back from a beautiful face; her full breasts stood high on her chest underneath the tight top which showed off a considerable amount of cleavage. Her stomach was flat and her ass full, firm and plump. Long legs descended from the tiny little panties she wore, barely covering her sex, and very high heels lifted her feet from the floor.
Peter’s customary confusion crashed down on him but he was interrupted with anther toast urging him to drink more, and he complied, getting more used to the burning liquid in the glass.
The blond was standing in a living room and she began to touch herself as she bit her lips. Her hands ran over her full breasts and she ran a finger on each hand just under her top, obviously teasing her nipples, she ran her hands slowly down her body to her ass and then around in front where she rubbed herself through the panties. She ran one hand back up to her breasts while rubbing her sex and then used both hands to pull off her top.
She then caressed and squeezed her breasts and teased her nipple as her mouth opened and her eyes closed, soon running one hand back down to her panties and slipping it underneath the filmy fabric. it was an outrageously erotic scene, but it left the young man somehow cold.
Cold, that is, until a man entered the scene. He was handsome and completely naked and his hard cock stood up from between his legs, engorged and waving as he moved toward the blond. Peter’s eyes were riveted on the sight.
it’s hard to believe that a young man in today’s world had never watched porn, but Peter, especially growing up in a puritanical household, had avoided it – not completely, but it made him uncomfortable, which he hid from his friends who were so entranced by it. The naked women’s pictures they ogled just left him cold and he was confused by that. The natural hormonal reaction of a teenager to the idea of sex was something he’d pushed away successfully, but his body’s needs lay hidden under that blanket of denial, and for the first time he felt himself stir just a little at the sight, not of the gorgeous woman, but at the hardbodied man with his beautiful cock jutting up so proudly in front of him.
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Embarrassed, he closed his eyes, but it was then that Hugh pressed pause on the remote and turned towards him, his arm still around the young man’s shoulders. “Have another sip,” he said and Peter lifted the glass to his lips and swallowed a good mouthful. It burned in his mouth and on the way down but now the alcohol was making its way into his bloodstream, and the warmth in his belly seemed to spread through his body while things became fuzzy and nice in his head.
Hugh hit play again and as they sat close together in the dark room, he began to slowly move his fingers gently on the sensitive skin of Peter’s shoulder and arm. Peter felt the vibration-feeling in his body intensify as he watched the scene unfold on the screen.
The naked man approached the hot blond and began kissing her as they stood together in the nicely furnished living room. With one hand behind her neck he kissed her and began fondling her, running a thumb back and forth over her nipple as he cupped a full breast in his hand. She pressed against him but left enough room between their lower bodies as she reached down and took his cock in her hand.
Peter was electrified watching that big hard cock get stroked. She moved her hand up and down the long shaft and teased the head with her fingertips. She fondled his balls and then moved back up to stroke his cock again and Peter’s eyes were glued to the sight of that hard cock, so male, so confident, so demanding, so commanding. His own cock began to stir and, terrified that Mr. Brigham might notice, he moved subtly to bunch up the towel covering him so that it wouldn’t be noticed.
Hugh noticed, of course, and smile to himself. It was exactly the effect he wanted to create. “Finish your drink, Peter,” he said and the boy drained his glass, glad to distract himself for just a moment away from the way his body was reacting.
As the film continued to play, Hugh moved his other hand to rest lightly on Peter’s closer shoulder, and then he began to graze his fingertips over the boy’s skin. He very slowly stroked the young man’s arm and shoulder, his neck and just the top of his chest, the back of his neck into the hairline of the young man’s full hair, and back down to the sides of his neck. He did it as if he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing. It raised goosebumps on Peter’s skin and the vibration in his body increased more, but Peter was captured by the sight in front of him.
Hugh had put a throw pillow on his lap after they sat down because he had planned to do exactly what he was doing. He wanted to seduce the young man and it looked like he was succeeding. His cock was now rock hard but the pillow covered it, just as he’d planned, because he didn’t want his intentions known prematurely.
In the haze in his head, Peter felt Hugh’s hands on him and they felt so nice. To be so close to the older man he admired and liked so much, to be touched by another body, the buzz in his head, the vibration in his body – it all blended together into a blur of pleasure. And then, added to that, what he saw on the screen before him and the arousal it all was producing – it was almost overwhelming as the young man’s animal brain began to take over and his everyday life, thoughts, and viewpoints slowly drifted below the surface of his mind.
The hot blond woman on the screen broke their kiss and her lips moved down onto the male actor’s chest. She licked his nipples as she continued stroking his cock and then she sank to her knees, her face directly in front of the engorged manhood in her hand.
The man’s cut cock seemed to be even larger than before; the skin stretched tight over the straining shaft, the beautifully shaped helmet standing even further out. As the camera moved in close so that Peter could see every detail of his beautiful manhood, the woman began to lick his balls. Then she grasped his cock at the base and moved slowly up the shaft, kissing and licking until she reached the cockhead and then back down, covering his cock with her saliva so it glistened. She lapped at his hardness as if she was hungry to taste him. Her tongue circled the head which seemed as if it was ready to burst from the soft skin that encased it. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft and licked the underside like a lollipop.
Peter could never have admitted that he now wished it was him on his knees with that beautiful cock in his hand and his lips moving over its hard maleness. His thoughts were so jumbled. His body vibrated at the sight and at the older man’s touch. His own cock was fully erect. It was rock hard – something that when it had happened in the past he’d done his best to repress and get rid of. The feeling of its hardness and its need now connected with the vibration in his body. Before, he would have rejected it, but now it was part of what he himself was, what he wanted, what he ached for.
Hugh could sense how aroused the young man beside him was. He moved one hand down across Peter’s chest, teasing the soft skin with his fingertips while the other hand continued to move over his shoulder and the back of his neck. The older man caressed the firm flesh, moving slowly back and forth, coming close to but never quite touching Peter’s nipples. The sensations Peter was feeling were so warm, so pleasurable.
He had never been touched like this by anyone. He’d never known how much he needed to be touched tenderly by someone. That the pleasure he was being flooded with came from the handsome older man whom he so much admired and felt close to made it all the more wonderful.
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As Hugh’s fingers trailed across the younger man’s chest, the blond on the screen stopped licking the hard cock before her and took it in her mouth. Her lips closed over the engorged head of her partner’s cock and slid slowly down the shaft. She moved her mouth back up so his helmet was still captured between her lips and then sank her mouth all the way down to the base of his cock. Then she moved back up the length of his hardness and sucked on the head of his cock.
Circling the base of his cock with her thumb and one finger, she then opened her mouth so that his helmet was visible and her tongue snaked out and began lapping at the underside, firing the most concentrated area of her lover’s manhood. Her eyes were closed as if in ecstasy at the taste and the feel of the member she was worshipping. The scene was incredibly erotic and it was just what Hugh wanted the younger man to be seeing.
Peter wanted to be her, with that erect manhood in his mouth, suckling it, feeling its life inside his mouth, exploring every curve and contour with his lips and tongue. His own hard cock throbbed between his legs and he wanted to feel what it would be like to have lips and a tongue moving over his own shaft, his cockhead, up and down and in and out.
Without warning, Hugh pushed pause on the remote so the scene froze on the large screen. “Peter,” he said softly in his deep voice, “ya know I see you and your friends come and go, but I’ve never seen you with a girl. Do you have a girlfriend?”
The fumbling and confusion that normally appeared when this subject was broached appeared and Peter blurted out, “No!”
“Well, that’s OK, Peter,” said Hugh. “It’s perfectly normal. You just haven’t met anyone you like enough yet. It’s actually good that you’ve been saving yourself for the right person. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, sir,” murmured Peter. The so very unwelcome confusion started to build in the young man’s head again but then Hugh interrupted with his next question.
“Have you ever kissed anyone, Peter?”
After a short pause Peter blurted, “I, uh… I mean… no, not… not like, you know… not like you see on TV.” The young man’s head sank so his blushing would be hidden, but Hugh hugged Peter closer to him and lifted his chin, turning his head so their eyes met.
“It’s a very nice thing to do, Peter. It feels really good and you really should know what it feels like. I’m going to kiss you so you can see what it feels like and you can tell me whether you like it or not.”
Peter’s eyes closed and his head seemed to turn up by itself as the older man leaned in to kiss him. He felt Hugh’s lips brush his and then descend in full, gentle kisses with just the right amount of pressure. Peter began to press back and his mouth opened and Hugh opened his own and kissed back as his tongue slowly entered the young man’s mouth and explored.
Peter’s own tongue responded as his mouth opened further and he felt the pleasure course through his body. Hugh held him tighter against his own body, their skin in full contact, and continued to kiss the young man passionately. Peter’s lips and tongue moved with him as if he knew exactly what to do. Hugh’s cock was rock hard again, but he broke the kiss and pulled back slightly.
“Does that feel good, Peter?” he asked. The young man’s eyes opened wide but then his lids closed halfway in an expression of obvious arousal. “Yes, sir,” he said. Hugh smiled, holding Peter’s eyes and then he turned to press play on the remote. Peter slumped in poorly hidden disappointment but he turned to the screen just in time to see the gorgeous blonde’s lips slide halfway down that impossibly beautiful cock again, and Hugh hit pause again.
Leaving no time for Peter to think he put a curled finger on Peter’s chin and turned his face back up, moving in to kiss the young man deeply again.
As he opened his mouth to let the older man’s tongue back in, Peter felt Hugh’s hand start to move over his chest again, teasing the skin, moving over to and up and down his arm, his shoulder, his neck and back down to his chest again. Hugh once again moved closer and closer to one of Peter’s nipples and finally he grazed the erect nub and moved his thumb slowly back and forth over it.
The feeling in Peter’s body was like a jolt of electricity as he felt his nipple teased. Every muscle tensed and his legs parted involuntarily. All his blood seemed to rush to his cock and he was rock hard again. A moan rose from the back of his throat and Hugh now knew he had the young man exactly where he wanted him. He teased one nipple and then the other, then ran his hand over Peter’s firm body everywhere he could reach above the towel. Peter kissed him back hard and the moans continued to escape from his lips.
“You’re very beautiful, Peter,” Hugh whispered in his ear as he broke the kiss and then moved his mouth down to the young man’s nipples. Peter’s moans increased as the older man licked and gently sucked on first one nipple and then the other, and then he felt Hugh’s hand move down to his bare legs, lightly running up and down the top and the outside of his thighs with the palm of his hand.
As the older man held Peter close and lapped at his nipples, he moved his hand to the inside of Peter’s thighs, caressing them with his fingertips. He swept his fingers slowly down to just above the young man’s knees and then back up again, closer each time to the juncture of his long legs. Peter opened his legs in invitation. His cock seemed like everything now, so hard, so much in need as the older man began kissing his mouth again and Peter kissed back hungrily.
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His cock, his cock, his cock. It was rock hard and every brush of the towel that covered him seemed to inflame it further. It was the center of his universe; in a place he had never entered before. It needed. It commanded. It throbbed and quivered. It was driving him crazy, more and more so as the fingers caressing his thighs got closer and closer and he opened his legs even farther.
Hugh moved his hand up under the towel and teased the skin he was pleasuring, never directly touching the treasure that was his target, but brushing the young man’s balls and cock as he moved up and down and side to side with his hand. Finally his fingers found Peter’s balls and caressed them directly and the young man groaned from deep in his chest. He moved his fingertips through the soft hair covering Peter’s testicles and stroked the skin of his ball sack. He still did not touch Peter’s cock directly, knowing that when he finally did the young man would willingly give him anything he wanted.
He pushed the pillow on his lap away and grabbed one of Peter’s hands and put it on his own cock. Peter felt the hardness underneath Hugh’s sweatpants and he grasped it without hesitation, stroking up and down as he had seen the sexy woman do in the video paused on the screen in front of him. He felt the shape of Hugh’s cock under his fingers and he traced the outline with his fingertips, the long shaft and the engorged head, before stroking it up and down again.
From the moment he’d seen the beautiful erection of the man in the film he’d been watching he had wanted to know what that hardness felt like and now he had a cock in his hand which felt just as big as what he’d seen, and was surely just as beautiful, if not more so because it belonged to the man who had shown him such affection and support and warmth. All the pleasure he’d had being in the older man’s company and all the pleasure he now felt kissing him and feeling himself caressed he wanted to give back, and more.
Peter pressed his lips harder against those of his neighbor. His tongue lashed into Hugh’s mouth and then retreated, inviting the older man’s tongue to follow as he stroked the cock that was towering up from between the older man’s legs. Hugh thrust his tongue into the sweet young mouth, in and out as if he was fucking it. Then he moved his fingers to the base of Peter’s cock and slowly up the shaft.
Peter’s ass shot up from the couch and then quickly fell back as he felt for the first time another’s hand on his young cock. He moaned and grunted and writhed from side to side as the sexual sensations overwhelmed him. Hugh’s hand stroked him slowly, pausing to use his fingers on the head of the young man’s cock, dancing lightly across the incredible hot spot on the underside below the head and then stroking up and down again.
Peter’s own hand stroked the older man’s cock through the thin material that covered it, faster and faster as his own urgency built, and he felt Hugh pull the towel away so he was fully exposed. His neighbor broke the kiss to look down at what he had wanted for over a year now and smiled. Peter saw the smile and bucked his hips up again to bring his cock closer to Hugh’s hovering hand.
The older man took the hint and wrapped his hand around his young neighbor’s cock and stroked it. Peter’s half closed eyes could be seen in the glow of the television’s light, his face showing his lust, his need, the imperative of his cock to release and seed the world.
Without a word, Hugh slipped to his knees between Peter’s legs and grasped the young man’s throbbing cock. He began licking it like a lollipop and as Peter felt the warm wet tongue moving up and down his manhood he began to writhe in earnest on the couch. Hugh was barely able to hold him still but used his weight and his strength to keep the young man still enough to taste the precum that oozed from Peter’s cockhead as the older man’s tongue circled, lapped and teased with his tongue.
Finally he took Peter’s cock in his mouth and moved it down the shaft as the young man grunted and moaned in ecstasy. His young neighbor’s body was writhing, his legs dancing, his hips twisting; his cock seemed to swell even more and Hugh could tell he was close. He moved his mouth all the way down, feeling the young man’s cockhead against the back of his throat, feeling the hardness between his lips, sensing the primal urgency that gripped his new lover. Just as quickly he slid his lips back up to the engorged helmet that crowned the beautiful shaft and held it in his mouth as and lashed his tongue back and forth across Peter’s frenulum, tiny little flicks up and down and side to side.
Guttural moans, animal noises, garbled words came from the young man’s mouth and Hugh felt the delicious cock pulse and start to pump between his lips. Peter’s cum shot into his mouth, again and again, filling him with the sweet-salty taste of Peter’s essence, spurting against the back of his throat, pumping his seed over his still moving tongue. Hugh had to hold the boy down against the cushions to prevent his from jumping out of the couch, as he continued to suck Peter’s cock, now moving his mouth slowly up and down the young man’s shaft and suckling the head.
Peter’s body finally relaxed and he sank back into the couch and Hugh released the young man’s cock from between his lips. Peter’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed and then the aftershocks began. His body tensed and relaxed and tensed again as further waves of pleasure seemed to arc from his cock to his brain.
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(MAYBE MAKE THE STORY TWO PARTS? END THE FIRST PART HERE?)
Not wanting the boy to relax into a stupor, and with his own need aching between his legs, Hugh quickly stood and pulled the sweatpants to the floor and stepped out of them. He had just had perhaps the most erotic experience of his entire life, and there was more to come… literally. He stood in front of the beautiful young man sprawled naked on the couch and spoke his name.
Peter’s eyes opened and there before him was the hard cock that he’d stroked, that he’d wanted to feel and see. It was long and gracefully straight with a helmet not unlike his own. It was engorged and seemed to throb before his eyes, jutting up at a proud angle from between the older man’s legs. His eyes fixed on it and a new hunger awakened in his mind.
“Get on your knees and take it in your mouth, Peter,” said the older man in an urgent voice. Without hesitation the young man fell to his knees between his neighbor’s legs and grasped the beautiful cock inches form his face. He opened his mouth and welcomed in the hardness.
The contrast between hard and silky soft, the smell of his neighbor’s sex, the taste of his cock as he slid his mouth over the head – it all felt right to Peter. He reveled in the sensation of Hugh’s maleness in his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and slid down the engorged cock and back up. He grasped the beautiful member and sucked it, bobbing his head up and down, feeling the wonder of pleasuring this man, of being on his knees submitting to Hugh’s need.
Hugh groaned as he felt the young wet mouth move up and down his cock. He knew there was plenty he could teach the young man about the subtleties of sucking a cock, but for now the boy’s eagerness was as erotic as he could imagine. Peter ran his hands up and down Hugh’s legs, cupped his firm ass in his hands, tested the feel of the older man’s balls as he sucked hungrily.
Peter wanted to return the pleasure he’d just felt. He wanted to reward his older neighbor for befriending him and showing him this wondrous experience. He wanted to please and he wanted to get his own pleasure in sucking Hugh’s cock, in feeling it in his mouth, in hearing him moan. And he wanted to know what it would feel like when the older man’s cum finally shot between his lips and over his tongue.
Without being consciously aware of it, Peter now felt he was where he belonged, doing what gave him far more pleasure than he’d ever experienced. As incredible as his own getting sucked – and he definitely wanted that again and again – he wanted this man’s cock inside him, feeding him and filling him with its masculinity, quivering with the pleasure that he was able to bestow, and rewarding him with the seed waiting for him. He loved the feeling of Hugh’s cock in his mouth and he wanted to feel it pulse and explode between his lips, filling him with the older man’s seed.
Hugh reached down and gently held Peter’s head still with his hands. He pushed his cock into the boy’s mouth and pulled it out, slowly fucking the young man’s face. “Use your tongue, Peter,” he said and Peter complied, lashing it back and forth as he sucked. Hugh pushed in as far as he could without gagging the young man and then pulled out so that Peter’s lips and tongue worked the head of his cock and the hotspot just beneath it. “Oh yes, Peter. That feels so good. That is so nice.”
Peter loved knowing he was pleasing his older lover and tried to use his tongue and his lips to increase the pleasure, instinctively switching between slow and fast, harder and softer. Hugh’s groans told him he was succeeding and he felt his neighbors cock grow harder in his mouth. Hugh now held Peter’s head firmly and pumped his cock in and out of Peter’s mouth. He got closer and closer to the edge and Peter could feel it.
He was on his knees, naked, between the legs of a naked man with a cock in his mouth. In a matter of minutes he’d gone from a shy, fumbling, introverted, middle-class young man to a vessel for another man’s pleasure – to a bitch, a slut, a whore, a worshipping slave who lived for cock in his mouth and cum shooting over his tongue. He’d given himself to this man he so admired. The handsome masculinity of the object of his desire owned him now and he owned the older man by submitting to his needs.
As Hugh called out in pleasure, Peter felt the cock in his mouth spasm and felt the warm jet of Hugh’s seed hit the back of his mouth. He held still as the older man pumped his cock in and out of his mouth, and spurt after spurt filled him until he had to swallow, and more came after. Hugh’s cum was salty and bitter but somehow sweet as well and Peter felt the spasms slow and then stop. He licked and sucked a little while longer as Hugh stood still, not wanting the hard cock to leave his mouth as the older man shuddered in pleasure.
Hugh pulled Peter to his feet and circled him with arms, leaning down to kiss him tenderly and stroke his thick hair. “Follow me,” he said and took Peter by the hand. He led the young man upstairs and into his bedroom. He lay down on the sheets and pulled Peter next to him, their naked bodies entwined, gently stroking the young man’s body in the afterglow of sex. Peter quietly explored the older man’s body at the same time, feeling the hair on his chest and on his arms and legs, stroking the firm muscled flesh. They said nothing but finally dozed together on the cool, clean sheets.
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Hugh roused himself from the afterglow of the seduction he’d just carried out and turned on his side. He reached out and began stroking the young man’s body next to him. He moved his fingers over Peter’s chest and his young neighbor opened his blue eyes and gazed into Hugh’s. Hugh leaned forward to kiss Peter’s lips and moved his hand down to Peter’s cock. The boy’s manhood came almost immediately to attention, hardening between his fingers and Hugh began to stroke and explore its textures and contours.
As Peter felt his cock harden his need awoke. It felt so incredible to have the nerve endings firing again and to feel his cock swell almost to bursting once again. He kissed Hugh back hungrily and circled the older man’s neck and head with his arms, pulling him closer. He reached for Hugh’s cock to give him the pleasure he was feeling but the older man broke the kiss to tell him, “Not yet.”
“Get on your hands and knees, Peter,” Hugh said and when Peter looked at him in momentary confusion, Hugh said, “Do it,” in a slightly louder voice. Peter turned over and pushed himself up on his hands and knees and Hugh rose from the bed. “Move down to the bottom of the bed, Peter,” said Hugh and Peter moved again.
With Peter on all fours and his ass as close to the bottom of the bed as he could get, Hugh knelt behind him and began stroking the smooth sensitive skin. Then, holding Peter firmly in place, he began to kiss and lick all over the young man’s firm twin globes, tasting the clean skin as his own cock hardened.
He finally moved his mouth to the top of Peter’s crack and began to flick the tip of his tongue between those luscious cheeks. As he moved slowly downward the young man couldn’t believe how sensitive he was there and how amazing it felt to have a warm, wet tongue exploring his ass.
Hugh used his hands to part Peter’s cheeks as he moved down, half an inch at a time, making sure he stimulated every nerve he could reach. His tongue got closer and closer to Peter’s taint and the young man started feeling jolts of electricity shoot through his body as his neighbor approached and started circling his manhole. He’d had absolutely no idea that anyone would or could do that and even less of an idea how sensitive the nerve endings were there.
Soon he was moaning as the older man’s tongue circled and flicked and teased all around its target. His body shook periodically as the jolts of pleasure coursed from his rear to his brain. It was unbelievable but it was agony as well because that forbidden spot had not yet been touched and now he wanted it so badly.
“Hold your cheeks apart, Peter,” said Hugh, and the young man quickly collapsed his shoulders and head onto the bed, reached back and held himself open for the new lover who was schooling him in the pleasures of his own body. Hugh had grabbed a bottle of lube from his bedside and he spread some on his hands as the young man held himself open for his new lover. The sight of the boy’s sweet, tight, brown taint caused his cock to grow harder.
Hugh fondled Peter’s balls and then he began to stroke the cock that quivered between Peter’s legs. The groans coming from the young man’s mouth were an aphrodisiac for the older man, and he leaned forward to push his tongue between Peter’s cheeks again. The boy’s moans increased in urgency, but when Hugh finally began flicking his tongue over Peter’s asshole, the young man couldn’t contain himself. He gasped and arched his body, then his back came down and went back up. Groans and cries and moans issued from between his lips and he continued to writhe from the onslaught of sensations that were almost too strong to bear while he held his cheeks apart and the older man stroked his swollen cock.
Peter calmed down a bit as Hugh began to lick with the flat of his tongue instead of teasing, and then he felt the older man’s tongue pushing in. This new sensation was different and not as shattering as what he’d been feeling but he loved it and tried to stretch himself even farther apart to allow Hugh’s tongue to push deeper.
Soon he felt Hugh’s lubricated finger replace the man’s tongue and he felt the pressure increase, slowly stretching his tight hole to allow more penetration. “Relax your muscles,” he heard Hugh say and he did so, feeling the finger push in further, pull partially out, and then push in again, a little deeper each time. The sensations he felt inside him, along with the lubricated hand stroking his cock, were as good or even better than the incredible pleasure he’d experienced a little earlier that day. Hugh pushed his finger in deeper and pumped slowly in and out, then lowered his face to that delicious round ass and used his tongue to lick around Peter’s penetrated taint while he finger fucked the boy.
When the older man felt Peter’s muscles were sufficiently relaxed – and he knew the young man was loving getting penetrated for the first time – he pulled his finger out and then started pressing in two fingers, trying to stretch the boy’s lovely little manhole even further. “Relax even more, Peter,” Hugh said, “I’m going to open you even more. You’re going to love it.”
Peter’s cock was being massaged, he was naked and on all fours on a bed with a man, his ass jutting up in the air, his legs spread, moaning with pleasure. He could almost picture himself from above, how wanton he looked, how quickly he’d gone from his everyday humdrum life to a sex object for the pleasure of another man, how hungry he was for what was happening to him right now and what he hoped would occur as often as possible for the rest of his life.
The pain of Hugh’s two fingers pushing into him as he grunted began to subside as his manhole was opened up and the rubbing of those two fingers in and out of him was soon driving him wild. He wanted more; he wanted deeper as he pushed back against the older man’s fingers inserted in his asshole. That part of him had always been a place where dirty things happened that had to be cleaned up, but now it was a place of pleasure, of submission, of fulfillment, of sex and need.
He could feel Hugh’s hard cock brushing against him as the older man worked to pleasure him and he wanted it. His neighbor pulled his fingers out slowly and let go of Peter’s cock for a moment, reaching for the bottle and lubing his cock. He reached around and started stroking Peter’s cock again with long slow motions up and down the shaft and occasionally rotating his hand around the head of Peter’s cock and rubbing his frenulum.
Then he moved up behind Peter and began rubbing his cock between the young man’s firm cheeks. Peter felt Hugh’s rock hard manhood sliding between his cheeks and it was so hot to imagine what it looked like. He loved the feeling of his body being used for the pleasure of that cock and submitting to his older neighbor’s needs. He felt Hugh holding his own cock and brushing it against his taint, teasing the very sensitive hole again but this time with the soft yet hard engorged head of his beautiful manhood.
“Move up on the bed, Peter,” Hugh said and followed the young man onto the bed, kneeling behind Peter’s upturned ass. He started rubbing the head of his cock over Peter’s taint again and then began to press it in. “I’m going to fuck you now, Peter,” Hugh murmured and Peter whispered back, “Yes!” The older man lubed Peter’s taint and lubed his own cock more.
Hugh pushed his cock into Peter’s oiled hole. It resisted and he pushed harder. Peter grunted as he felt himself getting opened again, and finally Hugh’s cock was inside him. It felt huge. It felt demanding. It hurt but at the same time it felt so incredibly good, and Hugh eased his hard cock slowly in and up to the hilt. Peter was filled. He was fulfilled. He was getting fucked by a man – a handsome and kind man who had shown him so much attention and caring – and was loving it.
The young man was grunting and groaning as Hugh pumped in and out of him. His erection had subsided, but then he felt Hugh’s cock hitting his prostate again and again as the older man picked up speed and his own cock sprang quickly back to life. The combination of pain or discomfort mixed with a wholly new and intense pleasure was unbelievable. Hugh kneaded the young man’s firm ass as he fucked him and then he reached out and grabbed Peter’s shoulder, pulling Peter back as he thrust forward, pulling his cock almost all the way out to let Peter’s tight muscles grip the most sensitive part of him and then thrusting back in again as he pulled the young man back.
His speed increased but then he would slow down to feel the intense pleasure as Peter’s ass milked his cock, and then speed up to let the friction build the pleasure his cock felt, as he fucked his young neighbor. He felt himself getting close and pushed himself deep, still moving but staying deep, feeling the head of his cock banging against the young man’s prostate. Peter was grunting and moaning and his cock was so hard again. He’d never come close to imagining this and had had no idea of the incredible pleasure his body could sustain from something like this.
Hugh grabbed his ass as he pumped faster in and out of Peter’s manhole and Peter was grunting with every thrust, moaning and panting as he got used by the older man. Suddenly he hit the edge and went over and the orgasm was so intense – it was erotically painful at the same time – as he spurted his cum onto the sheets below him, gob after gob soaking the bed. Hugh was moaning now as well and he only needed to pump a little more to bring himself to the top. Peter felt the older man’s cock spasming again and again as he emptied himself deep inside his ass. He relished the consummation of their new bond. He was the receptacle for Hugh’s masculine needs and he loved it.
The older man pulled out and the two collapsed together on the bed, still breathing deeply. Hugh kissed the young man tenderly and stroked his softening cock, causing new aftershocks of pleasure. When he stopped they both closed their eyes and as their breathing slowed and their bodies relaxed, they drifted off to sleep together.