This story is a continuation of The Adventures of Pete Cordell (which can be found in "Beginnings." It is the story of Pete's second great love, Mark Bransen. This is a story of gay men performing consensual sex acts with other gay men. If you are underage or if these stories violate the law where you live, then please don't read. Also, if such acts disgust or outrage you, then again, please don't read. Note that in these stories, unsafe sex does occur, but only where all parties involved are HIV negative, and know this because of regular testing (or they're virgins). Every sexually active person, gay or straight, should be tested regularly for HIV. Knowing your's and your partner's status can save your life!
My thanks to C.J. and Glynn for their careful editing.
Part 2
I got home about 5:00, having stopped first at the store to pick up some steaks and other items for dinner. I made the salad, wrapped the potatoes in aluminum foil and placed them in the oven (I didn't turn the oven on yet, however), and marinated the steaks. I then took a long shower, thinking about my afternoon with Mark. As I washed my body, my dick got hard thinking about that hot ass that I had just fucked. I started to jack off, then thought better of it: after all, he would be here in just a couple of hours. I finished my shower, dried off and, grabbing a beer out of the refrigerator, went out into the backyard, where I collapsed, naked, on a lounge chair by my pool.
The pool was the reason that I had bought the house. The house itself is a double shotgun in an area of town known as the Bywater. I got it at a song a couple of years ago, because the area had not been re-discovered yet. The house was in good shape, but the pool was incredible. It wasn't large, but it was big enough to suit my needs. However, it was beautifully landscaped, with banana trees and birds-of-paradise mixed in with hibiscus and other tropical plants. Most importantly, there was a high fence around the yard, providing me with privacy. I had originally thought the privacy was total, but I found out differently a few weeks after I moved in. I was cleaning house when I heard a knock on the door. Answering it, I found a hot older man standing in my doorway, carrying a bottle of wine. "Hello," he said. "I'm Desmond. Welcome to the neighborhood." I introduced myself and invited him in. We sat in the front parlor and started talking. After a few minutes, he said, "I'm glad someone as handsome as you bought this place. The last couple was hugely fat and homely. I never enjoyed watching them by the pool."
Stunned, I said, "What do you mean?"
Grabbing my hand, he said, "Come outside and I'll show you." Leading me out back, he pointed to my right, and said, "See. Look up there. That's my house." I looked up, and sure enough, peeking through the banana trees, I could just make out a second story of a house, with a wrought-iron balcony on it. I was shocked.
"So, you've been watching me sunning naked by my pool?" I asked.
He grinned. "That, and you jacking off. You've got a really big dick, don't you?"
I laughed, "How can you tell that from that far away?"
"Binoculars, dear boy," he said. "I apologize, but I've always been a voyeur. You don't mind, do you?"
I thought about it a minute. I had to admit, the idea was hot. "I guess not. Did you come?"
"Of course I did," he said." Who wouldn't, watching a blonde hairless stud such as yourself fingering his butt while he jerked on that big dick? You need to know, I don't like sex per se. Too messy. My favorite activity is watching other people having it while I jack off."
The thought was making my dick stiff. "I see," I said. "Would you like to watch me now?"
He blushed, but said, "Yes, please. I would enjoy it very much."
I then proceeded to give my new neighbor a show. As he sat down in a lounge chair, I slowly stripped my shirt off, playing with my hard nipples all the while. I then slid my khakis down, exposing my boxers. As I started rubbing my hard-on through my boxers, his breathing got harder and he started rubbing what appeared to be a full basket. I then slid my boxers down, and my dick went "Thwap" against my stomach. As I started stroking it, Desmond groaned, and I said, "Desmond, why don't you take your clothes off? I like to see the appreciation that my audience takes in me."
"Do you mind?" he asked.
"Not at all," I said, and he quickly disrobed. As I said before, he was older, about 55, but his body looked like a man 20 years younger. His chest was still perky, and he didn't have those rolls of loose flesh common to men his age. And that dick! It was a monster, long and thick, with a long foreskin that covered his head. Hanging below were two monster balls, covered with gray hair, as was his chest and head. I reached forward to grab it, and he slapped my hand away, saying, "Remember, I just like to watch."
"What a waste," I thought as I continued rubbing my body and stroking my dick. I turned around and opened my cheeks wide, giving him a birds-eye view of my pucker. He gasped, and I started running a finger up and down my ass-crack. Putting it into my mouth, I moistened it and stuck it inside of me. Looking between my legs, I could see that monster leaking pre-cum as I finger-fucked myself. "God, this is hot!" I thought as my exhibitionistic tendencies came to the fore. I continued fucking my butt with my finger, adding one and then another, until I had three fingers sliding in and out of my maw. From the groans coming from behind me, I knew he had to be close. I turned around and started stroking for all I was worth. He cried out, "I'm coming," and proceeded to lay ribbon after ribbon of cum on his chest and stomach. This set me off, and I proceeded to come, leaving a huge load on the paving stones under my feet. I watched as he came down, and proceeded to collect his cum in his hand and lick it off. "God," he said, "that was delightful!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Just being a good neighbor."
He blushed, "Do you think we could do this again sometime?"
I grinned, thinking of some dildos that I was sure he would enjoy watching me play with. "Sure," I said.
He grinned and started dressing. "Well, I really should be getting back."
"That's okay," I said. "Come back soon."
After that, Desmond and I became close friends. He was a native, and we spent many evenings with him regaling me with tales of Old New Orleans. He also watched after my place when I went out of town, which was a blessing as the crime rate was bad in our neighborhood for quite a while. Periodically, we would repeat my performance, and as I expected, he did enjoy me taking big dildos up my butt. We both enjoyed me being the exhibitionist and he being the voyeur. As luck would have it, that first winter bit my banana trees, and they died, removing any obstacles to his view. I replaced them with lower-growing plants so that my friend could watch my antics with an unimpeded view.
Today, I looked up and, sure enough, there was Desmond, sitting on his balcony, a glass of wine in his hand. I raised my beer in salute, and he returned it, lifting his glass into the air. I fell back into the lounge chair and lay there, enjoying the hot sun all over my naked body.
End of Part 2