Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor
Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial
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Chapter 2
In a month, I was settled into the new apartment and a new life. A short drive to work saved me a lot of time. I began swimming 5 days a week, a hobby I had pursued for over a decade. Being new to my job, I was loaded with a lot of work. By the time, I came back in the evenings, I was so exhausted that I often retired to bed within an hour. Interacting with neighbors was the last thing on my mind.
I spent my Saturdays at my Uncles'. They lived an hour's distance away on the other side of the town. All my cousins, a total of 7, all older than me, lived within a short distance of each other near my Uncles. They celebrated one thing or the other -- birthdays, anniversaries, festivals, and just about anything one can image. Being the youngest one, I was everybody's favorite and my presence was expected.
It took me a few months before I figured out Mr. Woods' routine. He woke up early just like me. Between 7 and 8 AM, he lifted weights 3 times a week on his pro home gym training system, and ran or rested other days. He also had a weight bench in the covered portion of the terrace, with a few weight sets on a metal shelf against the wall. He left for work at 8:30 AM. And came back by 6:00 PM.
He had a lot of guests throughout the week. Every Wednesday evening, he hosted a "Cigar Night" on the terrace with his friends - Sam, Don, and Frank, all his age, all black or biracial, all good-looking, and all into fitness. They smoked cigars, drank scotch, played "Dominoes" and ate pizza ordered from a local pizzeria.
His other guests who visited him often, mostly on weekends, were members of his family, his brothers and their wives and children, and his white mother, who all lived in different parts of Georgia and Florida.
His most important guest was Susan, his girlfriend of 2 years. She was a flight attendant. She spent Fridays and Saturdays with him leaving on Sunday morning. Susan was white, thirty-ish, 5"4', slightly overweight, and in no way hot. She had long flowing hair that reached her shoulders. I often wondered what Mr. Woods saw in her.
All of his guests talked and laughed at a volume louder than most. It is through these talks that I learned about them.
Except for a causal hand wave from a distance, we didn't talk for the first few months. The front doors of our apartments were in opposite directions, so we never came face-to-face. Besides, our visible age difference gave no reason for either of us to break the ice.
Both apartments have lots of tall glass windows facing the terrace between them and thus I could easily see and hear everything that happened on the terrace. Though I always kept the windows closed and the curtains drawn.
At this point, my sex life was mostly crappy. There was none to be honest. I have had a dry spell of longer than 14 months. Unable to find a girlfriend, I was left with no other option and to keep my sexual drive under control through the long, extended daily masturbation sessions, expertly manipulating with his two hands my little organ while fantasizing about the real thing.
Whenever I saw Mr. Woods, I admired him. Admiration of one man for another. He was tall, dark, and handsome. His lean, muscular personality was incredible. Masculinity dripped from every angle of him. There was a certain alpha-ness in him, his demeanor, and his voice that can't be ignored. An eye candy for men and women alike! He was everything I wasn't.
One weekend, I was waiting on the front patio for my cousins to pick me up for a movie and a dinner night, I saw Mr. Woods sitting in his plaid boxer shorts on the patio chair on the terrace. No T-shirt. I tried to peek at him from the corner of my eye. Our eyes met and he started a casual talk.
Minutes later, we were sitting on the patio furniture on his side of the terrace. He sat on the patio chair, his muscular arms on the arms of the chair, his legs stretched out and his feet criss-crossed on the center table, his muscular bare chest, abs, and long legs right in front of me, sitting on his left.
"Have some beer." He commanded, pointing to the two Carlsberg beer cans sitting on the table.
With slight hesitation, I picked one up and fumbled to open it. His brown eyes scanned me up from head to toe.
He asked "All good?"
"Yes!" I said in a wobbly voice.
Then the series of questions started, like "What's your full name, where are you from, what do you do, do you have any family here, etc."
I kept answering them in a terse polite manner.
"Do you have friends here?" He asked.
"No! But I have family here in Miami. My uncles live on the other end of the two. Lots of cousins, nieces, and nephews." I said timidly. His towering personality kind of intimidated me.
"Talk about a big family!! I have a big one too. They keep coming here all the time. My mom lives with me for weeks. You might have seen them. I hope you don't mind with noise."
He took a sip and changed his position, now, he was sitting with his feet on the ground, his knees spread out. I stared at his crotch. His big cock lined up on the right side of the leg in his shorts. He probably noticed and smiled. I looked away.
"How old are you, bud?" He asked authoritatively.
"22", I answered coyly.
"Well, you are half my age, practically a kid." He said confidently, running his hand on his chest.
"Single, girlfriend, boyfriend?", now his back resting on the backrest.
"Single", I replied coyly.
"Oh, I remember being 22 and single. Horny as fuck all the time. Not that I am any less now. But those days I fucked like bunnies. Not that I can't fuck like bunnies now. But..." he sat there barely smiling at me and then stopped to take a big sip from his beer can.
I was slightly aroused by this conversation. No older person my father's age had talked to me so openly. I sat timidly looking at this handsome masculine man talking so confidently without any inhibitions. I wished I was like him.
"But..." I asked shyly to carry on the conversation.
"Well, you have to find bunnies to play with. My unsolicited advice to all youngsters is to have as much fun as you can when you are single, unmarried, and young. The day you get into this relationship thing, your dry spell starts. When you get married, it gets worse. Once you have children, fucking once a month is a luxury." His phone buzzed, he looked at it and pressed a button, then stood up and said, "Bud, let's connect some other time. Susan is here."
I stood up, turned around, and left. As I was closing the door, I saw him still standing in his place looking at me. Our eyes caught, and he waived and turned around.
A few days later, I was about to leave for work in the morning, when I heard him talking on his phone in his inimitable style. His voice was so sexy, that I stopped to take a peek at him through the slit of the curtains. Freshly-showered, shirtless, with a white towel unevenly wrapped around his waist, he was pacing back and forth on the terrace. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a phone in the other. His tall, lean, and muscular tan body shone in the morning light. Looking like a fitness model in his 40s, he was the kind of guy I wanted to emulate. I wanted to absorb as much of his handsomeness as possible so I kept my eyes on him.
A few minutes later, he kept his coffee on the side table and checked the time on his phone. I heard him say, "Hey, give me a minute." He placed the phone on the charger on the table and went inside. Seconds later, he came back with his clothes in one hand and his shoes in the other and placed them on the patio chair.
"Back," he said and resumed his conversation, with the phone still in speaker mode on the table. The speakers on the other side of the phone, and he were talking back and forth on some serious topic.
A few minutes later, unaware he was being watched, he undid his towel. My jaw dropped when I saw his masculinity. What I saw was a beautiful, long, and thick cock, darker than his olive skin, hanging between his muscular thighs. Its pink head popping through the foreskin. The size of his swinging cock had me in awe, his trimmed hair, and the sculpted perfection of the tight batch of groomed pubes surrounding his prominent masculinity left me dumbstruck. The guy had no problem with nudity.
While continuing the conversation, he likely looked for his boxer shorts in the clothes but didn't find them. Instead, he picked up his midnight polo shirt and wore it, the shirt barely covering the base of his hanging cock. The sight was something to behold. He impatiently waited for the conversation pause and then said, "I will back in a sec." and turned around showing his tight muscular tushie and muscular thighs.
He was back in a few seconds with the boxers in his hand. Just then they asked him something and he started answering without caring to put the grey plaid tartan boxer on, giving me a full show of his gorgeous uncut manhood, properly manscaped to accentuate its magnificence.
Minutes later, he was fully dressed in a light greyish blue suit and dress shoes ready to leave. He stole my heart one more time when he put on his black Ray-Ban sunglasses.
I felt a stirring in my pants throughout the day thinking about this handsome man, especially his big cock. I wondered how a man could have such a big penis. That day my fascination with Mr. Woods turned into a crush.
Following Saturday, when I returned home in the evening from a get-together at my Uncle's, I saw many cars parked in front of the house. I knew Mr. Woods was having a barbeque party at his home. I could hear them talking loudly as I entered the room. I was exhausted, so I took a quick shower and went to bed in my briefs by 9:00 PM.
I woke up from a wet dream that night. In my dream, I saw myself walking naked in a jungle. I was surrounded by lots of naked busty white beautiful girls. As I stepped further, they dispersed, I saw Mr. Wood naked and sweaty in his muscular fullness fucking one girl after another. I noticed he was the only black guy in the crowd of girls and they were all lined up to get him. I kept watching him bang them one by one. Once done with the last girl, Mr. Woods looked at me and gestured for me to go to him.
My briefs were wet with my cum and I was still aroused. More aroused than I had ever been.
I got up and took a look at his apartment from my bedroom window. Except for the front patio lights, it was all dark and silent. Well, it was past midnight.
Unable to control my urges, I needed a release, better than normal. I pulled out my anal vibrator and the lube from my nightstand, threw my brief on the floor, and lay on my bed to give myself an explosive orgasm.
I closed my eyes and started replaying the wet dream in my head. Within minutes I was horned up, supercharged, and pleasuring myself. Soon the sex toy was thrusting and vibrating at full speed, hitting my sensitive spot. I was moaning, groaning, and whispering his name. When my orgasm reached a feverish crescendo, I was involuntarily crying his name again and again.
I quickly slipped into a deep sleep as my orgasm subsided, oblivious that I left the windows of my bedroom open.