Ever since Nathanial moved next door he intrigued me. He was single, in his late 20's and worked at one of the coalmines out of town. Every afternoon he would pull up in his pick up and go inside. He didn't seem to keep company; he was quiet and never said much except for a pleasant "hello" or a smile. He was the incarnation of Jesus Christ with his long dark hair, goatee and piercing crystal blue eyes. His medium to slight build and his porcelain, masculine face always seemed to be marred by grit or coal dust.
When Nathanial first moved next door, my attraction to him wasn't as intense. But now I was 17 and my feelings towards my own sex was stronger than ever. It was a hunger that led me to hours of masturbation and fantasizing. My particular interest in Nathanial began when I saw him one afternoon retrieve his mail from his mailbox in nothing but a towel. My eyes fell on his body, a small diamond of hair accentuated his chest. I tried not to stare, our eyes met; he just gave a smile and ran back inside.
In light of my new obsession, I fantasized and watched Nathanial's movement over the next few months. This obsessive behavior resulted in me devising a scheme to get intimate with Nathanial, even if he wasn't present. By breaking into his house while he was gone I would have an opportunity to peer into his life and satisfy my hunger in the need for a man and more importantly my need for him.
So one morning I watched him leave for work and waited a couple of hours. I then went straight for his backyard and staked out a point of entry. Perfect. What seemed to be the bathroom window was left opened and I wasted no time in climbing in and through.
Once in his small, slightly untidy bathroom my eyes were drawn straight away to a cluster of dirty clothes on the floor. A shirt, some pants and right in the middle the greatest treasure, a pair of Nathanial's underwear. I pulled the navy y-fronts to my face and inspected them. In the crutch were stains I knew well; I could smell the mixture of his stale piss and cock funk. I drew the crotch to my nose and smelt deep. His smell melted me and my cock now stirred at the scent of his thick manly smells. I licked at the cum stains trying to refresh them, they became slightly sticky and could taste the faint salty flavor of cum. A taste I had come quite acquired to from drinking my own for some time now.
I smelt further down where his scrotum would rest and could smell the rich aroma of his ball sweat. I traced the smell along to the backside of the underpants and copped the strongest smell of Nathanial's ass funk. It was strong, intoxicating and had me hard as hell. So hard that I pulled out my 7 inch cut cock and wrapped his briefs around my pulsating dick. I then took off my own pants and replaced them with his underpants. I was so turned on I wanted to cum everywhere but I refrained and got dressed leaving Nathanial's briefs on.
I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall into his living area. I checked out his CDs and books and took in the aroma of a young single man, one I desired so greatly. I walked back down the hall and followed the heavy scent of testosterone to what had to be his bedroom.
His room was also slightly untidy; his bed was unmade but looked very appealing. The floor was littered with clothes and work manuals. I inspected his bed immediately. As anticipated his sheets were covered in spunk stains and I wasted no time in sniffing them, scratching at them and tasting them. To my greater surprise was a cum filled condom I spied on the floor just aside the bed. I grasped it immediately and smelt inside the rubber. The smell of his quim had me hard again; I just had to taste it. I squeezed the end of it to bring his jizz to the surface, careful not to spill and waste a drop. I extended my tongue and tasted his seed, it was cold but its taste was still heaven.
I lay back on his bed and removed my clothes and gently started rubbing my cock, that fat mushroom head of my cock nearly exploding. I dipped my finger in Nathanial's spent condom and ever so gently rubbed his cum around my tight virgin pucker, gently pushing the tip of my finger in my asshole. By this moment I was so hot and I glided the condom with the remainder of his cum over my turgid rod. It was heavenly. I felt his slippery quim roll over my sensitive cock head bringing me close to climax. I closed my eyes and moaned.
" Hey Goldilocks, have you been sleeping in my bed"
My eyes flew open and there in the doorway was Nathanial. He was covered in grime and sweat, staring at me up and down with a smirk laced across his face. I jerked upright and was speechless.
" Uh, umm, look man, its not what it seems..." I stammered.
He walked toward me and pressed his index finger to my lips to silence me. He then lit a cigarette and undid hid trouser fly. He put his hand in his trousers and withdrew a semi hard 9 inches of uncut bliss; the girth of his cock was incredible with what looked like a baby's arm staring back at me. He motioned it toward me and drew on his cigarette. I could smell the tang of his penis and lightly brushed my lips over his foreskin. I grabbed his cock with my hand and retracted the foreskin and swirled my tongue around his now throbbing gland. He moaned and I continued to lick under the foreskin, then deep throating him and let him begin to face fuck me as he gently rubbed his slender man hands through my hair.
I licked down the shaft and all over his balls, my own cock demanding by this stage. Nathanial stubbed out his smoke and undressed. I laid back and he climbed on the bed and squatted over my face.
" Eat my ass out man, I know u crave It.," he grunted whilst pulling his cock.
I felt the heat of his asshole over my face. I went dizzy with the thick man scent exuding from his hot hole. I put my nose right on his hole and breathed in, I then ran my moist tongue along his pucker, and his musty taste was delicious. At that moment he bent down and felt his mouth go down on my erection. He bobbed viciously, licking my piss slit and then taking my whole cock. I was in a frenzy of lust. By this stage my tongue was entering him, tasting his inside and his hole expanding for more. His moans confirmed his pleasure. He stopped.
" Roll over man, I want to prepare you for my cock." he said in a voice so tender.
I obliged whole-heartedly and I felt the long wet strokes of his tongue on my own hole. His hands had my ass spread wide and he licked, eating hungrily, putting his whole mouth to work on it. I bucked and squirmed my ass into his face feeling depths of pleasure never felt before. He would stop to spit on my pucker the gently rub and probe my hole with his fingers.
He continued licking, moistening and fingering me. He then grabbed my waist and guided my ass to his groin. I could feel the heat of his cock, then I felt the head of it softly bubbing at my hole. He would tease his cock head with my sphincter and then applied the slightest pressure. I felt his bulbous cock head pop inside of my anus. He stopped and rubbed my back softly. In the paramount of ecstasy I felt him slowly sink inside of me. Any initial pain was drowned by the pure pleasure of the experience.
I felt all of him inside to the hilt. I cried and groaned, he reached under and stroked my cock which by now was oozing pre-cum. He started to slowly pump, I could feel myself starting to loose control, his cock head pushing and jerking my cum button, he started to fuck me harder. He would withdraw most his length then slam in. I felt his balls against mine and was in pure heaven with my dream man breeding me. I was so close; every stroke he made was bringing me undone.
" I'm gonna cum, I want to taste you Nate." I cried.
With that he grabbed my cock head and I unloaded in his palm. His cock in my ass and jet after jet of cum pumping into his hand. He fucked harder, withdrew his hand and licked hungrily at my quim on his hand. He grabbed my ass, pumped hard twice more and withdrew. I spun around, he grabbed my head, my mouth found his cock head and at that moment I felt his cum spray in several huge spurts over my tongue and down my throat. His seed was thick and strong and potent in taste. He groaned as he clutched my head, filling my mouth with the last of his cum in small shuddering grunts and jerks.
He collapsed on the bed, his cock jerking spasmodically and slumber falling over his body. I fell next to him and held his sweaty body. Breathing heavy. Words futile in our exhaustion, we slept.
By Mark Nimrod
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