A gay story: Wrong Recipient? Wilson, my neighbor, backed his car into his parking space as I watched from the window. It wasn’t the same rusty Volkswagen he’d been driving for the entire time our family had lived in that townhouse. Wilson had a brand-new BMW. The black vehicle gleaming in the sunlight was clearly not the smallest model available, but a full-size SUV. It barely fits into the parking space.
Wilson leaned back with an arrogant expression on his face as the other men in the house approached the man’s penis extension one by one. Hendricks was kicking tires; he was sixty years old, a hothead, and he loathed children because he had never had any.
Wilson must have a small dick, Hendricks said, eyes still on the rims. “I mean, because he bought this,” Hendricks’ remarks were ignored by everyone, including Wilson.
Hendricks was the oldest of the six men in the backyard. Sam Crane was the youngest, with two children under 30, and the others were in between. I was in my fifties, and the rest of the people in the house were about the same age.
The backyards of the townhouses were long and narrow, and I had bought a rechargeable lawnmower that I occasionally lent to some of the neighbors. My neighbor Brian brought it up again while we were looking at the vehicle.
“Would you mind if I borrowed your lawn mower for a while?” Brian asked. “Our Tom is lazy, and neither he nor I feel like pushing an antique propeller.”
“When would you need it?” I asked.
“Whenever it suits you,”
I said, “Well, why don’t we go get it?”
I invited Brian in. My wife was making coffee and asked if the neighbor wanted a cup. We were relaxing in the backyard on a warm summer afternoon.
“My wife has tickets for a stadium concert this weekend. She has also booked a hotel room. But Joanna can’t go because she’s at the school’s pre-semester student assembly. I mean, would you let your wife go to the big city?
My wife overheard the conversation and was overjoyed. She immediately went to the neighbor’s house to make travel arrangements.
“This came at the perfect time because Sally is also cycling in the archipelago, which means I can be totally alone in the peace of my own company.” Sally was our daughter, 19 years old at the time.
“I have the same intentions; a short break from the family will do me good.” Brian chuckled.
The neighbor tucked the clippers under his arm and said he’d bring them back soon. My own lawn had just been mowed, so I said there was no rush.
The concert was on Saturday, but the ladies had been busy since Friday. I was sitting in an armchair watching sports on TV when my phone chirped to alert me to a message. It was a message from Brian and what I read was very confusing. It said:
– What’s up, Marty? My wife’s going away on Saturday, so I’ve got time for some fun. Would you like a taste of it? –
The message was accompanied by a photo of a rock-hard dick, and the background of the photo was clearly the neighbor’s living room. I immediately realized that Brian had accidentally sent me a message instead of Marty. There was an unexpected revelation about the neighbor’s man that he probably wouldn’t have come up with on his own.
The stiff dick in the picture wasn’t longer than average, but it was thick; the lady would have had every reason to be pleased. However, it was obvious that Brian also had desires in the opposite direction. I was curious how many times Marty had eaten Brian’s fatty flesh. For some reason, I felt a tingle in my stomach.
Saturday morning I took the women to the train station and picked up a case of beer from the supermarket. It was going to be a quieter evening than a quiet evening at home with beer and bench sports. I went out for pizza and jogged a few miles. I lay on the bed, surfed the internet on my phone, and took a little nap. At five o’clock I opened the beer and poured it into a glass.
I had just finished three beers when the doorbell rang.
“Hey, here’s your lawn mower. What I’m holding out here is just a handy machine,” Brian said.
I asked the young man after he put the mower in the little shed by the front door.
“Beer?” I asked.
“Not sure what my parents will think…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell,” I said with a grin.
Soon we both had pints of ice-cold Frosty. I couldn’t help but think that Marty might have wanted to taste Brian’s meaty pole. Whoever that man might have been.
“So now that your parents are gone, you didn’t have any plans for the weekend?” I asked, curious to see what kind of answer I would get.
“Well, there weren’t really any big plans. A little fun with someone, but that didn’t happen.” Brian replied.
“A nice lady maybe? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Something like that, yes.”
“But not exactly?”
Brian seemed pensive. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and I could see he was checking his WhatsApp messages. But he remained silent.
We drank some beer and started to get a little tipsy. The thought of what Brian’s dick had looked like in the photo made me feel that old familiar tingle again. How would it look in real life? We had empty glasses again. Brian stood up and grabbed my beer.
“I’ll take care of this,” he said.
I said, “I might have something a little more spirited,” and followed him into the kitchen. I took the whiskey glasses out of the cupboard. I put them on the counter. “Grab a bottle from over there and fill our glasses. Two fingers.”
Brian grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and stood behind me. I was between the bar and the young man as he poured the golden yellow liquid into the glasses. If I didn’t know what I knew, I wouldn’t have paid any attention to the fact that I could feel him pressing himself against my bottom.
As Brian set the bottle down on the table, I pressed my ass against his hip and he put his hand on my shoulder. As crazy as it sounds, my cock started to harden. I turned around and our hips were facing each other. Brian made no attempt to escape.
“Cheers,” he toasted as he raised the glass to his lips. Brian would definitely notice that I already had a full hard-on.
“Cheers,” I said, moving my hips slightly against him. We were both wearing thin shorts, so I could feel the stiffness of Brian’s cock against my own. Brian licked his lips after taking another drink. We just stood there, staring at each other in silence.
“I accidentally sent the wrong number.” He said and I nodded. Brian reached over and ran his hand over my butt. Since we were both the same size, our noses almost touched.
He pulled me even closer. I drank the whiskey in one gulp and put the glass down behind me. I noticed Brian’s hand shaking as he tried to set the glass down on the table. The glass broke as it fell to the floor, but neither Brian nor I cared.
I made the decision to act on my own and do what we both clearly expected. Brian’s lips touched mine as I licked them wet. Our tongues touched as Brian opened his mouth.
“I sent the wrong number by mistake.” He said and I nodded. Brian reached over and ran his hand over my bottom. Since we were the same size, our noses almost touched.
He pulled me even closer. I drank the whiskey in one gulp and put the glass down behind me. I noticed Brian’s hand shaking as he tried to set the glass down on the table. The glass broke as it fell to the floor, but neither Brian nor I cared.
I made the decision to act on my own and do what we both clearly expected. Brian’s lips touched mine as I licked them wet. Our tongues met as Brian opened his mouth. Two guys sharing wet kisses. Sexy. Our hands traveled around each other’s bodies as we rotated our stiff organs, separated by thin fabric, against each other.
Brian grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion. I did the same to him, and our breasts met, and I heard my chest hairs crackle as they pressed against each other. In the yard next door, Sanderson and Randolph were discussing the upcoming football season. Little do they know what happened at my house.
I let go of Brian and turned him around. I nudged him from behind to move. He must have had some idea of what I was thinking because the trip ended in the bed I shared with my wife. We both lay on our sides facing each other and kissed passionately. Brian reached between my legs and grasped the stiff pole with his hand.
“We have a very eager guy,” he said as he slid his hand under the rubber of my pants. I pushed myself up a little and Brian pulled them to my knees. I kicked them off, leaving me completely naked in the arms of my horny neighbor. I felt more passionate than ever as we licked each other all over. Then Brian took off his shorts and sat up. After he pulled me close, I was able to cross my legs over his waist and sit between his legs. Our cocks were touching and we could see each other’s fucking toys.
“Get on your side there,” I said and lay down on the bed. Brian turned to face me so that our cocks were conveniently in front of each other. The stiff dick in front of my face was pointing toward his navel, and the balls were tightly swollen.
The head of his dick glistened slimy and tantalizing in front of my face. I grabbed its base and felt my own being grabbed at the same time. I placed a kiss on the tip of Brian’s glans and he imitated me, leaving a sticky liquid on my lips that tasted a little salty, not really of any taste. I held the base of his dick like an ice cream cone and licked the swollen head. I swirled my tongue around it, occasionally licking along the shaft.
I felt the familiar sensation of my sensitive dick sinking between his lips. Brian used his tongue skillfully as he sucked me, and I marveled at how much more deliciously he did it than my wife. He began to steadily fuck my cock with his mouth, back and forth, sucking hard. God damn it felt good!
I began to suck and fuck his dick as well. We were sucking on each other and the smacking sounds filled the bedroom. The neighbor’s son spit my dick out of his mouth and said:
“I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time,” he said. “So many times I’ve cum on my bed, wanting a grown man.”
I was totally surprised because I hadn’t noticed such signs in him, he played the role of a decent neighbor perfectly. But now he got me, the man next door, and I was happy that it happened. Suddenly my cell phone on the nightstand rang. I had left it there after my nap.
“Are you going to answer it?” Brian asked as I grabbed the phone to see who was calling.
“It’s my wife,” I said.
“Oh fuck, you’re not going to answer that, are you? My parents are over there!”
“Well, hello, honey. How’s it going in the big city?” I asked, and as I did, Brian started licking my cock again. I moaned with pleasure, which made my wife ask me about it. “No, no, I’m fine, I just yawned,” I said. My wife was like a question mark on the phone. She told me about the trip and all they had seen and experienced. I listened intently and at the same time, I licked Brian’s cock and sucked it into my mouth.
“Oh, what sound? Oh, you mean smacking? I’m eating a banana.” It went down perfectly, little did the lady know there was a slightly more delicious banana in my mouth. “Kisses, honey, have fun.”
“Oh, Mary says hello to Brian.”
“Yeah, sure, I’ll tell him if I see him.”
I hung up the phone and we laughed a little, naked in bed, giving each other pleasure, continuing to blow each other. My neighbor Shore was yelling something at Hendricks, their evening was very different.
I lifted my hand to Brian’s ass and pressed my finger between his buttocks. I rolled it over the opening and I could tell by the look on Brian’s face that he liked it. I moistened my finger with saliva and slowly pushed it in. I could tell he was close to orgasm so I stopped sucking and pulled my finger out.
I reached over and grabbed a tube of lube from the drawer. It had been left there from a couple of times my wife and I had tried butt sex.
I looked Brian straight in the eye with the tube in my hand and he nodded in agreement. I squeezed a generous amount of the thick, slippery gel onto my fingers and rubbed it between his buttocks. Then I pressed my finger to his asshole again and gently pushed it in. The hole was tight, but my finger moved easily in the well-lubricated hole. Then I pushed two fingers in, and that too was done with very little effort.
“Let me know if this makes you uncomfortable,” I said and then mumbled something in response with my cock in his mouth.
“Go for it, I’ve done this before and I’m not afraid of a little pain.”
With three fingers inside him, the young man began to moan, but clearly not from pain. I could tell he was indeed sexually experienced because he knew how to relax his ass just enough for me to fuck him with my fingers without any trouble.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked, pretty sure I knew what he was going to say. Let’s do it at your pace,” I said and lay on my back. I grabbed my stiff stick, squeezed the lube on the tip of my cock, and applied it all along the shaft. Eager hole was already lubricated with my fingers so he was ready to take me in.
Brian sat on top of me and I placed the tip of my cock in the opening. He began to sit up slowly and I felt my glans roll in, I lay with my eyes closed and mouth open enjoying his warm cave. His ass got used to my rigid tool and he took my cock up and down inside him, a little at a time, deeper and deeper. Soon I was completely inside him.
It was an incredible moment. A few hours ago we were sitting on the couch talking about this and that and now my thick swollen cock was all the way inside this eighteen-year-old young man. He started to ride me slowly, increasing the speed until the pace was steady and pleasurable. I took his cock in my hand and jerked him off, the hard rod was rock hard with slime glistening at the end.
“Lie down over there and put a pillow under your ass,” I rasped, my throat dry. He lay on his back and I put my wife’s pillow under his ass. I lowered myself on top of him, turned his ass a little more to get a better position, and pushed into him with one smooth thrust. I started to fuck in the missionary position with a steady thrust. We sucked and licked each other’s lips and tongues as my thick, meaty cock throbbed in his sweet ass. I could feel the lubricant dripping onto my wife’s pillow, but I didn’t care. Nothing would have made me take my dick out of that delicious ass.
Brian gasped in rhythm with my thrusts, it was infinitely sexy and arousing. I got up on my knees and he wrapped his legs behind my back. My dick stayed in his ass. I continued fucking him, picking up the pace. I took his hard rod in my hand. I jerked it hard.
“Oh fuck that feels good!” Brian howled, pulling himself against me with a powerful thrust. My thick piece of flesh ground against his prostate, causing his orgasm to come without warning and with insane force.
“Aaahhh!!! Oooh fuuuuuckhh!!! Yes, yesss!” He cried out, and his cum flew in an arc across my forehead and up to the headboard. My voice was drowned out by Brian’s howling and I felt my cock begin to pump cum deep into him with tremendous pressure. My cock twitched and it felt like it was swelling even more. Brian writhed in orgasm before me and I pushed into him, arching my back and screaming some gibberish at the ceiling, my words unintelligible.
My fluids filled the young man’s ass and there was no end in sight. Finally, I collapsed on top of him, panting. Our sweaty skin clung to each other and my chest hairs became entangled in the cum he was shooting from my navel to my forehead.
I slowly began to go limp in his ass, and a flowing stream of cum and lube spilled onto the sheets and pillow as my cock finally spilled out of his asshole. We lay quietly with our foreheads facing each other, looking into each other’s eyes.
“‘Regrets’?” I asked.
“Not in the slightest,” he replied, and I licked his lips. He kissed my chin and licked his cum off it.
“My cum was on your beard, I cleaned it up.” We were silent for a moment and then we started laughing hysterically.
We showered together and washed each other. Then we sat down in the backyard and enjoyed a cold beer. From behind the fence, Hendricks’ head popped up and he looked at us.
“Did someone get hurt?” He asked, looking curious.
“Why do you ask?” I wondered.
“It certainly sounded like it.”
“Well, if there was a sound, it was far from pain and agony. It was the TV.” Brian spit a beer out of his nose.
“Uhh. You give him a beer?” he asked.
“Non-alcoholic.”
“Kay,” he said and went back behind the fence.
“What time is it?” Brian asked.
“I think it’s almost seven,” I replied.
“We’ve got all fucking night to keep Hendricks awake.
“It was my turn to get the beer out of my nose.
The End