Finally Getting to Know Buddy III
by: StorEtime@yahoo.com Story for Adults
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"Hello Pete...Hey Peeeeter?" Roscoe kissed my ear and whispered his morning ritual into my ear. He always left for work before I did, and as he left, he acted as the sweetest alarm clock.
I stretched and looked up at him as he tossled my hair, and then he stood up straight to put on his jacket.
"Morning babe. I hope you have a great day." I said sleepily as I took in the freshness of this beautiful man starting his day.
"Should be amazing. No meetings are scheduled and I hope to finally get a chance to do some real work today." He bent down once again and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for the incredible sex yesterday afternoon.... I feel like a new man today."
I smiled as I raised up on my elbows, and as he stood up, I threw the covers off my naked body so that he could get a good view of my morning hard-on.
His eyes washed over me, "Wish I could stay and enjoy that body one more time, but I guess I'll have to let the thought of it carry me through the day. Until tonight, my man." Roscoe blew me a kiss as he left the bedroom.
After finally getting up, I pissed a long and steady stream into the toilet, and turned to look out the window at the day. I glanced down to see the faint residue of Buddy's cum on the outside glass of the lower window.
The memories of our mutual jack-off session and then his front-row seat as Roscoe jack-hammered me, made my dick flutter again.
My piss hard-on was waning while my sexually stimulated hard-on was kicking into gear. This mental exercise left me at half mast as I pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt. I walked to the kitchen to pour the coffee that Roscoe had left for me.
After enjoying the coffee and a morning review of the online news, I threw on my oldest sweatshirt for warmth.
I went out the front door and felt the change that seemed to be taking place as Winter was moving toward Spring. It was still cool, but I could tell that Spring was not too far off. I walked around the house to the sideyard to investigate how my neighbor, Buddy, had made his way into our side yard.
The abandoned gate that was on the bathroom side of our house had been cleverly released from the vines that had grown over it, but not enough to make it look used. The hinges had been oiled and when I tried it, there was just enough of an opening to squeeze through. Buddy had clearly done a good job of creating a quiet entrance for himself. I wondered how long he had been visiting like this.... I would not have noticed the changes to the old gate had I not been looking for it. Roscoe didn't even notice when I added plants and shrubs to the yard, or mowed the grass, so I was sure he would never have noticed it.
I glanced over at Buddy's house but saw no sign of anyone, so I circled back around to the front of the house and entered our front door.
It was time to get ready for the day, so as much as I hated to move to get ready to go to work, I headed back to the bedroom to shower and dress.
Before deciding what to wear, I routinely made the bed. As I went to retrieve and fluff the pillows, I noticed a black jock strap sitting on top of my pillow. It was one of the old style BIKE jockstraps that I had not seen in a while. I knew it wasn't mine, but was it Roscoe's? I was trying to remember why there would be a jockstrap on my pillow when I picked it up and realized that the cup was warm and moist. I opened the pouch and saw a pool of cum inside. I still could not get my head around what this was but then I suddenly suspected Buddy had been in my room and put this jock on my pillow. I carried the jock strap with me to the bathroom, and then to the closet and then throughout the house to see if I saw any sign of someone having entered the house. Had someone been in while I took the short visit to the sideyard? Was I totally losing my mind?
After inspecting all areas of the house, I locked all the doors to make sure no one else got in. I felt really uneasy not understanding what was going on, but regardless what it was, I needed to move on with my day.
I finished making the bed, leaving the black jockstrap on the corner. I shucked my sweatshirt, sweatpants and t-shirt and draped them over my dresser to prepare for my shower when I noticed something different on the dresser.
Sitting next to my wallet and keys and cellphone was an old Polaroid instant picture of Buddy's big dick being jacked into the black jock strap while it sat on top of my pillow. Buddy had been in my room this very morning and had jacked off on my bed.
My immediate feelings of invasion were transitioning to a feeling of excitement. The fact that I knew it was Buddy's dick in the pic helped me realize that I had been studying it the afternoon before. The prominent vein, the thick straight shaft were clear in my memory. The picture showed a low-hanging set of big balls that were not obvious the day before due to the cold air outside.
I turned the pic over, and it had a message. "Sniff the pouch for a great start to the day. I've worn these for the last 2 days."
I was already naked, and without much thought, I picked up the jockstrap and lifted it to my face. The moisture was no longer warm, but the musk of a man's groin was unmistakable. My cock went hard as I buried my face into the garment. The cum had largely soaked into the fabric, but I could still smell it. It produced an erotic mixture of cum, man crotch with faint sent of cologne. I pictured Buddy wearing this jock under his overalls and then taking it off to put on my pillow and jack-off.
My left hand held the jock to my face, while my right hand began to work on jacking my dick. The realization of the invasion into my world this very morning made me hot and horny. I felt so vulnerable as the smell of the jock filled my senses and made easy work of the building load in my balls.
When I felt the myself getting ready to shoot, I lowered the jock to catch my load. I ejaculated into the same pouch that I knew Buddy had fertilized that very morning.
When I was done, I felt a little light-headed, but since I was running late, I moved into my morning routine fairly quickly.
Before I left the house that morning, I put the black jock into a plastic bag and placed it on the bathroom window seal.
I knew that it would be gone before I returned home...
To be continued...