SEVEN INCH NEIGHBOR 1
I had been working at the firm since I graduated from college eight months ago and things were going well. The intercom went off and it was the managing partner's secretary that advised me that her boss wanted to see me. Now. Oh shit. Was I in the soup about something? Up the elevator, and down the hall into his large, well appointed office with a spectacular view of downtown Buffalo.
"Dan, I want to congratulate you. You have exceeded most of the staff in sales so far this year which is truly remarkable for a rookie. I have decided to give you a week's paid vacation if you would like to spend it in my little cottage in Florida. The air conditioning system needs replacing and I'd like to have a responsible individual overseeing the work. I think you will find the weather a little better there."
I left Buffalo at twenty degrees in a snowstorm. So here I was in Ocala, FL. The "cottage" was a four bedroom house with an enclosed swimming pool on the edge of a golf course. Like his office, with a beautiful view. I had arrived the previous afternoon and the air conditioning work was to start the next day. So I was on the screened in porch, or the lanai as they called it down here, where at least there was a little breeze to battle a scorching hot day. I had my laptop open on the table and was watching some gay porn when there was a knock on the door. There stood a kid, a nice looking tall redhead, maybe in his first late teens, with a wide grin. I immediately shut down my computer. I had a boner and as I walked over to the door I was painfully aware of the tent in my shorts. Whoa! He had a similar bulge that obviously shrouded a similar woodie.
"I'm your neighbor behind you and I have some advice for you," he said. I invited him in, introduced myself, and explained why I was there. "I'm here with two of my buddies on Spring break. It's my family's house. My classmates are at the beach but with my lousy skin I can get sunburned walking across the street so I passed on the beach trip. Anyhow, I just wanted to warn you that anybody with the cheapest pair of binoculars can see what you've got on your 'puter. Doesn't bother me, I watch the same stuff. I'm gay as springtime and so are my buddies, but some of the other neighbors...."
I explained why I was there and he said, "So welcome, but let's go inside and get that website back up because it looked hot and I'm horny as hell. Porn is ever so good on a 32 inch screen." So we did and he said, "I take it you're a fellow fag, right?" I told him I was sure I was at least bisexual but I hadn't had enough experience to be sure I was in fact gay.
"So what kind of experience have you had?" He said. I told him I surely enjoyed gay porn and I thought about gay sex a lot, but my only M2M contact was mutual masturbation with two guys. By this time a gay movie was playing on his wide screen TV and it was indeed hot. "Hey, watching porn is much better watching naked," he said and proceeded to peel off his duds. I followed suit, or unsuit as the case may be. "Oh wow! Look at the size of that thing! And uncut too. I've never played with an hoodie and he reached over and peeled my foreskin back.
He was hard as a rock, his cock pointing straight up and almost touching his belly. Thinner than mine and about an inch shorter than my eight inches. Already I had a little precum oozing from my piss slit and he bent over and licked it off. "Yummy, you sure taste good," he said. "I think it's time we enlarge your experience base," he said, and without an answer from me he dropped his head again and began to gently suck my aching boner. Now when I'm bashing the bishop I really enjoy the slow ramp up to cumming and most of all that wondrous feeling I get when I reach the stage of inevitable orgasm. But this time the ramp was only a few seconds long before I popped. He swallowed the lot, licked his lips and said, grinning, "I knew you were going to be a quickie, I remember my first time."
I was still hard, staring at his leaking boner when I asked if I could do him. "Oh yeah, but let me get some KY 'cause I like a couple of fingers up my pooper when I get sucked." I wasn't real eager to have him cum in my mouth and besides I wanted to watch him squirt so I asked him to warn me when he was about to unload. He wanted me to rub his prostate while I sucked but I had no clue where his prostate lived. "Put two fingers up my butt and curl 'em up like you were trying to tickle my belly button from the inside. You'll feel a firm lump and that's it." He pulled his knees up and got on his back while I greased up.
"Goodie, you found it. Suck away now, I need relief," he said. He had a trickle of precum dripping down his dick and I licked it off. Yummy. I'd never tasted man juice before, not even mine, and it was delicious. I started to suck and got a fresh taste of precum in a minute. "Wag your head a bit so my tool bangs around in there. Ahh YES! Now wag your tongue,,," Man I was busy! Fingers stroking, head and tongue wagging, but it didn't take long before he whined his warning. I stroked his stony hard organ a few times before my fingers felt his prostate swell and harden.
TO BE CONTINUED