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I don't think that I have ever been this horny. My cock is pressing against my already tight athletic shorts, making it nearly impossible to hide.
I have been trying for the past year to better myself. Eating right, working out, the whole thing. I started out at nearly 230lbs in January, but have gotten myself down to almost 140lbs. I was excited to see myself in the mirror. I went from being depressed to see what I had become, to being proud of what I accomplished. But one thing stood out to me that I was not ready for; how petite I had become.
I was never a very masculine guy. It would constantly be picked on for my lack of hair on my body. The guys would say: "Dude, do you shave your legs?" or "I bet you wish you could actually grow a beard". I never understood why I was so behind on the hair growth, but I guess I just never really cared, until I got down to my lowest weight.
I would glance at myself exiting the shower, not being able to recognize who was looking back at me. Sometimes, when the mirror was extra foggy, I almost looked female.
After dropping the weight, I kind of gave up going to the gym, choosing to walk around the neighborhood instead. Every night around 8 I would put on my walking shorts, a tank, and set out. Most of the time I would put myself into a trance with an audio book, or maybe just listen to some music. My mind would always stay focused on the task at hand, walking my two miles, then go home. But last week, I found that I just could not stay focused. I noticed that I had missed what seemed like whole chunks of my audio book. I would just look around, focusing on everything else around me. Not that I'm some kind of perv or anything, but I found it fun to look at houses that had the lights on but the curtains not closed. At night, you could basically see everything that was happening in the house. Most of the time I would just see what TV show was on, or a family sitting around to eat their dinner. Never saw anything too crazy, until tonight.
I was just finishing up my first mile when I caught a glimpse of an open window on the second floor of a tall white house that was on the corner of my street and the street before the main road. I saw on the first floor a woman who was running a vacuum in front of the TV that was showing a re-run of what looked like Law and Order, but in that second floor window stood a man who I imagined was the husband. From what I could see from my view he was an older man. Taller, sandy hair, and he was wearing nothing but a towel. What he did next nearly made me trip over my own feet. He pulled his towel from his waist and began to run it over his body. My normal walk became a crawl. I could not keep my eyes from the show that was unfolding in front of me. I tried to play it as cool as I could, but I just could not take my gaze away. I figured stopping in the middle of the sidewalk would be way to obvious, so I decided I would just circle the block, hoping that the man would be still there when I came back around.
When I turned back onto the sidewalk leading towards the house, I could see in the distance that the light was still on, but I was still too far away to see if he was still in the window. As I approached, I noticed that my heart was hammering in my chest. My legs began to feel like rubber, and I almost forgot how to walk. I was now close enough to see that the wife was no longer vacuuming, but sitting on the couch browsing her phone. I looked up to see if the man was still there, and to my surprise, he wasn't just there, but sitting on the edge of what I imagined was his bed, stroking his massive length. My heart skipped as I tried to slow my walk down again, trying desperately to watch as much as I could before it seemed like it was getting weird. I saw him pick up the pace a little, then frantically stand from the bed and close the curtains. I looked down to the living room to see that the wife was no longer sitting on the couch, but standing at the bottom of the stairs and appeared to be yelling up to her husband.
"Damn." I said under my breath.
I then saw the man emerge at the bottom of the step where his wife stood. They looked to have a normal exchange, then both of them walked towards a room that was connected to the living room. What I imagined was the kitchen, then my view was stopped as I passed their house.
I finished my walk home, forgetting about even trying to pay attention to the audio book that was still playing in my ear buds. I kept rewinding the scene that just played out in front of me. My mind kept slowing the time down, projecting the image of the man stroking his dick, rubbing it up, then down.
I noticed as I approached the driveway to my parents house that my dick was also raging hard. I could not understand why though. I never thought of myself as gay. I thought throughout high school that I was attracted to women, never giving a guy a second glance, but for some reason, this old man had made my whole sexual desire flip upside down.
I stepped onto the deck and the pain of my erection signaled that I probably shouldn't go walking through the house that I share with my parents. Don't know how I could ever explain my way out of that one. So I decided to make it look like I was just finishing up what I was listening to, and let my arousal die down.
I walked into the house after I figured I was sufficiently soft. Mom was finishing up the cleaning in the kitchen, while dad sat at the dining room table on his phone.
"Whoa, where you going there?" dad said, un-gluing himself from his Facebook scrolling.
"Just headed to take a shower, then probably play some games before bed." I responded.
"Did you get some of those college apps filled out yet?" dad asked.
"I'm working on it.." I said, looking down at my shoes.
"Trent. You graduated almost three months ago and you still don't have anything lined up?" mom said, walking into the dining room, drying her hands on a dish towel.
I saw that dad was eyeing the chair across from him, telling me to have a seat without actually saying the words. I turned my head to attempt to make for the stairs.
"Why don't you just have a seat? We really need to talk about your future now." dad said, locking his phone.
"Can we just do this tomorrow? I'm beat, and I'm really starting to get a head ache." I lied.
"Fine. But tomorrow after dinner, the three of us will be sitting down to discuss this." dad said, going back to his phone.
I went upstairs and into my room. I closed the door behind me, and began stripping off my workout clothes. I pulled my shirt off and threw it into the pile next to my closet. I peeled off my shorts and added those to the pile as well. When I went to pull off my boxers, I noticed that the head of my cock was basically glued to the fabric, almost like when I used to wake up after a wet dream. I gently pulled the fabric away, then dropped them to the floor. I picked them up to examine them and saw that I had for sure been leaking after the show I had just watched on my walk.
"Holy shit." I said under my breath, turning the underwear around, then back to look at the front.
My mind was exploding with new thoughts. Thoughts of other men, their masculine bodies, their hard dicks, their strong hands gripping into my sides, manhandling me. I felt the rubber leg feeling start to come back as I stood there, and to my surprise, I was stroking my dick while lost in my own imagination. I pumped it while I stood in the center of my room, first starting with just a couple of fingers to grasp it, then moving to grabbing onto it as it grew with each pump.
My cock was no where near the size of the monster that I just saw in my neighbor's window. When fully hard, the head barely poked out of my hand when I fully gripped onto it. That was another part that always got me when I looked into the mirror, the way I almost had no cock to speak of when completely soft. The only way anybody would be able to tell I was a boy is if they saw my tiny ball sack, which was also way smaller than normal.
My pumping didn't last long. I hammered my pitiful cock a good dozen times, then my cock began to erupt in a fury of white liquid. My fluids made a pitter patter sound as they hit the hard wood floor of my bedroom. The tingles of orgasm began to subside, and I looked down to my still twitching cock to see that cum was still trickling out onto the floor.
The puddle between my legs was more cum than I have ever seen before in my life. The reality of what I had just done began to wash over me. Guilt flooded every inch of my brain, and I frantically started looking for something to clean up my mess with. Every thought imaginable began to run it's course.
`What if my parents walked in right now?'
`Am I gay?'
`If I am, how will I be able to explain it to my parents? Or even worse, my best friend?'
I picked up a towel from the dirty pile, but decided against it. What if my mother noticed I used a towel to clean up my mess? She would surely notice the thing stuck together. I chose to use my already sticky underwear. She is much less likely to unfold them. I scooped them up, then began to wipe up the pools of sticky, still warm jizz from my bedroom floor.
Once I felt that it was sufficiently clean, I buried them in the pile of dirty clothes, then dug through the laundry basket full of clean clothes to find something to put on. I grabbed the first shirt I found, followed by a pair of gray sweat pants. I dressed myself, then laid down in bed.
Thoughts of the past hour kept me awake far later than I would have liked. I would turn toward each side of the bed every few minutes, trying desperately to escape the thoughts that did not seem to want to leave. Eventually, I was able to finally settle down and rest.
I woke up the next morning around 9am. I rolled out of bed and walked out of my room towards the bathroom for my morning piss. The house was silent. My parents normally were out of the house for work by eight so I had the house to myself for the morning.
When I stepped in front of the toilet and pulled down my sweats, the familiar stinging sensation of fabric pulling away from my cock head made me wince. I looked down and noticed that I had not just leaked a little, but had a full on wet dream. The front of my sweats had a dark puddle that formed around my cock where I expelled even more of my cum.
"Holy fucking shit." I said to my self. "What the hell is going on with me?"
I pulled off my sweats after emptying my bladder, then jumped into the shower.
I toweled myself off with a new towel from the closet in the bathroom, then started my usual morning routine. Brush my teeth, de-tangle my shoulder length hair, then got dressed.
The rest of the day went by like normal. I was able to get in some gaming, had a good lunch, and even started to apply for some colleges like my parents had asked. But one thing was still on my mind. My neighbor and his meaty cock.
My puny cock did not seem to go completely soft all day. It was either rock hard, pushing against the fabric of the work out pants that I was wearing, or just a little under being completely hard and more chubbed. I refused to let myself jerk off that day, hoping that it would try and get my mind off of the one thing I wanted the most. To see me neighbor again.
Later on that day. Mom and dad got back from work at the same time. I was in the kitchen making myself a snack before I went on my usual walk. Dad walked by first, only stopping to say "How was the college search today?" then sat his briefcase on the ground beside the counter.
"Surprisingly well actually. Thank you very much." I joked.
"I guess we will just have to see, wont we?" dad said, pulling his tie loose from around his neck.
Mom walked by just then and gave me a small motherly peck on the cheek.
"Why don't you just leave him alone, Don? We said we would discuss this after dinner." mom said, rescuing me. "Don't you ever get tired of eating that stuff? She said, looking down at my bowl of kale and dressing.
"Of course I do, mom." we shared a laugh. "After this I'm going to go for my walk if that's cool?" I asked, taking a bite of the salad.
"You bet. Just make sure you are back in time to have some real food with us."
"You know I will!" I said before giving her a kiss on the cheek, then finishing my salad.
I put in my ear buds, laced up my shoes, then walked out the back door onto the deck. I pulled up an audio book, one that I knew would keep my attention, then started out.
My mind felt focused for the first time today. I could tell that I was getting into the book that I was listening too, and my gaze did not go away from the sidewalk in front of me, until I got to his street. The street that held the house of the man that I could not get out of my mind. I hooked the right onto the sidewalk that led to his house, and tried my best to keep my eyes in front of me.
My approach to the house seemed to speed up with every step. I could feel my body begin to drag me along, begging me to get there. I knew then that the audio book was no good, and I only could concentrate on one thing. My imaginary lover.
His house came into view and I could see that the light in the upstairs window was on, and the shades were open. It was too soon to tell if anybody was there, but my attention did not leave the window. Once I was close enough I could see a shape start to develop. It was him. He was now standing in front of the window, his blue button up shirt still covering is torso, but his pants were gone, and he was slowly working his cock, looking at something on the left wall of the room he was in. My cock began to twitch to life. My legs began to turn to pasta and my heart started to gallop like a prize horse. My gaze was fixed on watching this man masterfully work his own dick. Mine was no doubt beginning to create it's own little tent, but that was the least of my concern. My eyes were drinking in every second as I came closer and closer to the house. I broke my concentration only long enough to check if his wife was in the living room. She was, but she was concentrating on the tablet that lit up her face. I turned my attention back up to the room and the man was still there, only now he was looking straight down at me. Our eyes locked before he drew the blinds shut, and the light to the room went off.
My heart sank with dread. `Did he see me?' was all I could think.
"Oh shit, Fuck." I said under my breath, picking up the pace of my walk. I got nearly around the corner from his house when I heard a door close behind me. I turned to see the man exit his house, then get in his car. He backed out of his driveway, then sped away down the street.
I turned onto the street that lead to my house. My heart still hammered in my chest thinking about if the guy had actually seen me, or it was just a coincidence that he happened to just shut the curtains when I looked back. Either way, he didn't know who I was so I will just have to stay away from his house for a while. Walk a different route.
As I approached my house, I could see that there was another car parked in our driveway. My heart began to speed up again as I noticed that it was the mysterious man's car. The same car he just sped away in.
I stopped in my tracks. I felt as if I was going to hurl right there on the sidewalk. Every inch of my being told me to just turn and run. Run and never return. But I knew that wasn't possible, but I knew that I was absolutely terrified of what I was walking into when I walk through the door to my house.
I open the door leading from the deck of the house and I'm immediately hit with the sound of laughter. I closed the door behind me, then walked towards the laughing voices. When I entered the dining room I saw that mom and dad were sitting at the table. Across from them, but his back to me was obviously the man. I could tell because of the color of his hair, and the shirt that he was wearing. It was the same from when I saw him in his window only twenty minutes ago.
"Trent!" dad said, standing up from the table. "We were just talking with Mr. Roberts here."
The man turned around in his seat to look at me. His eyes met mine, just as they had through his window. He stood up and turned towards me. He held out his hand to shake mine. I nervously grabbed his and we shook.
"Very nice to meet you in person, Trent." he pumped my hand a few more times before letting go.
"Mr. Roberts here is the dean of the community college here in town." mom said.
"I indeed am. We received your application this morning along with your transcripts. When I looked at the address I saw that you only lived a few blocks away. Figured I could just stop in and introduce myself." he gave me one last smile, then turned to sit back at the table.
I could not wrap my head around what was actually happening right now. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be scared? Should I be relieved? Did he actually not see me? The only thing I do know is I probably should just sit down. I walked over to the seat that was next to my parents and still across from Mr. Roberts.
"So you weren't lying, son. You really were applying for schools." dad said with a smile.
I nodded. "I'm pretty sure this was the one I put in this morning."
"This is great! Can I get you anything to drink, Mr. Roberts?" mom said, standing from the table.
"No, that is alright." Mr. Roberts said, clasping his hands together. "I'm glad that I was just able to meet you all, especially you, Trent." he smiled at me. "The last thing we will need down at the college is for Trent to come down tomorrow to fill out the rest of the paperwork, then meet with a guidance counselor."
"He will be there right when you open tomorrow. Wont you, son?" dad said, looking over at me.
"Of course." I responded.
"Excellent!" Mr. Roberts said, unclasping his hands. "When you get to the front office tomorrow, just tell Judy you're there to see me. She is my receptionist." he stood from the table. "It was great meeting you all. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Trent."
I smiled. "Yes, me too."
He smiled one last time, then turned toward the door. He said something to my mother as he walked by her in the kitchen, then left through the back door.
I turned to dad, who was smiling from ear to ear.
"Finally. My son might be going to college." he said standing up. "How about we go out to dinner this weekend? Celebrate with eating something other than that rabbit food you seem to love so much."
He walked towards the kitchen to help mom grab dinner from the kitchen. They walked back, sat it on the table, and we ate.
"I think I'm going to head up to bed. I want to make sure that I'm rested up for tomorrow. Goodnight guys." I said, giving my parents a small wave, then turned towards the stairs.
When I finally laid down in bed, I knew that it was going to be another night of no sleep, but not because I was horny, but because I could not put my finger on what was actually happening. Questions burned throughout my head. Did he know that it was me?' Is he doing this as some joke?' or `Maybe this is one big coincidence.'. For some reason, my gut was telling me the latter was not true.
I decided to walk down to the college the next morning. It was only a couple of miles, and I figured I could just get my walk in this morning. Plus, I couldn't afford a car and my parents said they weren't going to buy me one until I actually started to take classes.
I walked through the big doors that lead to the lobby of the college. I was immediately intimidated by the size of the place. Crowds of students walked around, making their way towards their next class. I looked around and saw the sign that said `Dean's Office'.
I walked into the lobby where a woman sat behind a computer at a wooden desk. I could hear her typing the minute I walked in. The smell of a eucalyptus candle filled the air, and soft pop music was coming from somewhere not seen. I walked up to the desk and she stopped typing.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"You must be Judy. My name is Trent. I was supposed to meet with Mr. Roberts this morning."
"Please sign in here."
She slid over a clipboard that had a blank paper on it. I filled it out, then slid it back over to her.
"He should be with you in just a minute. Go ahead and have a seat over there." she gestured to a row of red chairs that sat at the front of the room. "You are welcome to have some coffee if you would like. Just made it a few minutes ago."
"No thanks." I responded, then walked towards the chairs.
Before I could sit down, a door opened from behind Judy.
"Trent, excellent to see you. Come on in." Mr. Roberts said.
I turned to see him. He was wearing a white collared shirt with tan slacks. The top button to his shirt was open, exposing the top of his chest. His beard was neatly trimmed, lined up on top and bottom, but only leaving a little stubble around his face. I could not tell if he was 40 or 50, but either way, he was fit.
I walked towards the door that he was holding that lead to his office. I walked by and smelled the scent of his cologne that made my heart sputter.
"Go ahead and have a seat." he closed the door behind him.
I walked to one of the chairs that sat in front of his desk. I pulled one out, then sat down. He took his place in his chair opposite of me.
"Can I get you anything?" he asked, scooting his chair under his desk.
"No thank you." I said, looking around his office, noticing all of the awards, plaques, and other memorabilia.
"So before we get down to you going to school here, I think we have some other things we need to talk about." he said, taking a sip of his coffee.
"We do?" I said, hoping he wasn't going to say what I thought he was going to say.
"You don't have to play dumb with me, Trent." he leaned in to put his elbows on his desk. "I know that was you staring at me last night from the sidewalk." he said, smiling over his clasped hands. "And you the night before."
"I...I.. uh" was all I could muster.
"Don't think I saw you the night before, huh?"
He looked at me for a response, but I had none.
"You're just lucky my wife didn't see you. This would be a whole different conversation if she had."
"I... I. I'm sorry." I said.
"Go ahead and save it. I have other plans for you. You are lucky I didn't just call the cops. Heck, what if I were to tell your parents about their perv son spying on their nude male neighbor? I have met them, remember? Think they would enjoy hearing that?" he said, unclasping his hands, then sat back in his chair.
I looked down at my lap, then shook my head.
"Yeah, I don't think they would. Now if you want to keep this our little secret, you are going to do everything that I say. No buts, no questions, just everything that I tell you. You understand?"
"Yes Mr. Roberts." I said, still looking down at my lap.
"Cut it with the Mr. Roberts shit. You can call me Vic."
I look up at him. "Yes Vic."
"Good. Now first thing. I want you to come over here and get on your knees. I want to see how you look when you're looking up at me." he said, standing up from his desk.
"Uh, okay." I said, heart hammering more than ever.
I stood up and circled around his desk so that I was standing right in front of him. I braced myself on the edge of his desk, then got down to my knees.
"Good." he said, walking closer to me.
His cologne began to overcome my senses again as he inched closed. Soon he was looking down to me as I looked up to him. He ran his hand through my hair, then grabbed a handful and gave it a slight tug back, tilting my head to look directly up at him.
"You look pretty good down there. How do you think you would look with my cock in your mouth?" he but his lower lip.
My mind began to spin now. Was he really asking me how I would look sucking his cock. I didn't have time to respond before he was already unbuttoning his slacks, then pulling down the zipper. He untucked his shirt, then brought it above his belly button. He pulled down the front of his boxers, first revealing the base of his cock, then exposing the whole thing.
His cock hung down by it's immense weight. Up close I could see the veins that snaked along it's length, and saw that his uncut foreskin still covered up half of his red cock head. It bounced with his heartbeat, and I could already see his start to swell.
"Well. Go on. Let's see how you look."
I looked up at him one last time, then brought my attention back to his hanging girth. I felt that my hands were cold, but when I wrapped my right hand around it, the heat was intense. I picked it up from it's hanging position and I was surprised by the weight of a real cock. I began running his foreskin up and down his length, letting the head disappear beneath its shield, then reappear when I pulled it towards his base. I stuck out my tongue and brought my face towards it, knowing that there is no turning back now. My tongue connected with his slit, letting the taste of piss run across my tongue, then began to work it around his exposed head. I could still taste his soap that he used to wash himself that morning. The velvet feel of his cock head made me start to want more. I needed more. I opened my lips enough to suck in his tip, still twirling my tongue around his bulb.
"Wow, pretty good at this. Must have sucked cock before." he said, looking down at me.
I pulled his cock from my mouth and shook my head. "Nope, first time."
"A natural huh? Very nice." he said, putting his hands back on his hips.
I opened my mouth again, and sank his meat back into my mouth. This time I twirled my tongue along the bottom of his dick as I worked in as much as I could. I felt the tip began to bang against my tonsils as it bottomed out in my throat. I still had about an inch to go, but new that if I go any further, my gag reflex would most certainly betray me. I worked my face away from the base of his cock, took a big suck in, then buried it back in my throat.
"Oh fuck yes. That's it." he said, running a hand through my hair again.
I began to repeat the motion, trying to get more of his cock into my throat with each pump. Soon the sound of slurping and sucking began to fill his sizable office.
"That's it, keep fucking sucking my cock."
I looked up into his eyes and he could see the eagerness in them. He grabbed another handful of my hair and began forcing my face onto him, using my gaping maw as his fuck toy. I gasped for air every few seconds and could only grab a small breath before the head of his cock blocked my airway.
"Yes, fuck! Fuck!" he moaned, releasing some of the pressure from my hair, but still slamming me down on him. "I'm going to fucking cum. Fuck!" he groaned one last time.
He slammed my face down on him one last time before I felt the tip of his cock swell, then the salty taste of his spunk flooded my throat and backing up into my mouth. I let out a soft gag as the warm fluid dripped down my throat. I gulped madly, swallowing as much as I possibly could. He finally released his grip and I pulled away, gulping down cum still while trying to gasp for air.
I knelt there with my hands on my knees until I caught my breath. I looked up to him and he was already zipped back up and sitting in his chair.
"Go have a seat again." he said, taking a sip from his coffee.
I gathered myself, then walked back over to my chair.
"That was pretty good for a beginner." he said.
"Thank you." I responded, still trying to clear my mouth of the flavor of his seed.
"Now here is where we go from here. You will be admitted into the college, but there will be some rules. First, you will not speak of what you and I do to anyone. Two, when I call you, text you, hell, fucking fax you, you come to me. Got it?"
I nodded.
"Good. And number three, what I say is the law. If I tell you to sit on my dick, you better fucking sit there. If I tell you to parade around my house in a French maid outfit, you better be dusting my house in that little dress."
"Yes, Vic." I said.
"Good. Now why don't you go over to the guidance counselor and sign up for classes? We will be seeing each other really soon."
I stood up. "Okay."
"Jesus, Trent. Looks like I wasn't the only one that liked that little cock sucking." he pointed at my crotch.
I looked down to see a dark spot in my shorts right in front of my cock. I quickly covered it.
"Never mind. Why don't you run home and get yourself cleaned up first." Vic said, taking one last drink of his coffee before picking up his office phone and dialing a number.
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