Neighbor

We stood in the kitchen chugging down our first lager in that post-run, endorphin-sponsored bliss.

He had clicked on ESPN on the way in but we'd stayed in the kitchen with him leaning against the sink, and me sitting at a nearby table on a turned out chair as we talked just a few feet away from each other. There was such an instant ease about him. It was truly nice to interact with such a well-spoken and intelligent guy, and there was something that made it even more invigorating knowing that he was a little older than me. He wasn't quite a father figure, but there was something impressive about him in that sort of way. I couldn't put my finger on it yet.

"You wanna smoke?" he asked, as he pulled out his pen from a nearby drawer.

"Oh my God, YES. I thought you'd never ask." I said to him, immediately game. I loved taking a nice long toke (or seven) after going on a really satisfying run. The earlier high had already worn off in the nexus of comedown and muscle vibration. The new influx of heady dankification was more than welcomed into my stretched, sinewy strands.

I immediately relaxed again and after he and I had passed the pen back five or six times, I was way more stoned than I had meant to be—those fucking pens could sneak up on you. I was in an absolute happy cloud. We both laughed at our conjoined high and became boyishly exuberant about just about everything.

Everything was funny or interesting or engaging. We talked about everything—our various teams and jobs and shows and movies that we liked. I was so glad I had agreed to hang out with him. My earlier nervousness had completely dissipated as we discovered just how many different interests and passions we shared. We even talked about our sex life. I mentioned how kinky and horny Maddy and I liked to be and how awesome the sex was in our young marriage. He was immediately drawn in by this topic.

"So, what type of kinky stuff do you guys get up to? I love talking about this kind of stuff. Come on, let me live vicariously through the world of hot marital sex!" He joked excitedly, as he opened us both another beer and we clinked bottles, before he returned to lean back on the counter opposite me.

I felt suddenly sillier and for some reason, very excited to tell him about my sex life. "Well, we do role-play and toys and porn and lots of really nasty dirty talk." As I talked I absentmindedly stared at the abs just above Tom's crotch. I was too high to be subtle was the problem and he was just standing there in nothing but those small running shorts (we had shucked our socks and shoes at the door on the way in on his suggestion).

I saw Tom shift his boxers through his shorts a little as I spoke and I thought I could see the outline of his cock a little more than before. It was hard to miss.

"Does Maddy like girls at all?" He asked, and I realized that we were both getting turned on talking about my sexy wife now because my marijuana cock was getting hard in my shorts too. Thank god I had a t-shirt to do some hiding in my chair.

"Yes," I replied, "she is fucking amazing. . .she has all sorts of lesbian fantasies she wants to try. We talk about it all the time. She loves watching videos of girls sixty-nining or even just girls making out turns her on a lot , it's like one of her biggest fantasies."

"You are a lucky fucking bastard," he said, and he reached over to clink our glasses in the air. I took a big gulp and realized he was definitely hard in his shorts now.

We both paused for a moment and just drank a sip of our beer, one of those awkward pauses in conversation hanging between us.

"And what about you?" He asked me now.

"What about me?" My heart starting beating faster as I repeated his question with a perplexed look.

"What's your biggest fantasy?" He asked me, and he sipped his beer. I stared at him, almost startled at his sudden change in demeanor. Hunting season felt like it had started.

"Ummm. . .hmmm. . ." I looked at him as if I was trying to figure out how to play this. He wasn't going to wait for me to pull the eject lever.

"Do you ever play with guys?" He looked right at me and I saw his hand come over to the front of his tight running shorts to rub the outline of something coming out of hibernation.

I couldn't believe he had just asked me that and then grabbed his cock so blatantly. I couldn't believe that I didn't know what to say to him. My heart was thumping like hail on sheet roof.

"I. . .I've never. . .ummm," those were the mangled words that I managed to get out of my mouth. Was he trying something here or was he just making conversation? I was suddenly stricken dumb with the most exciting fear.

He set the beer down on the counter and I watched as he started to undo the drawstring on his shorts. He stared at me the whole time. He pulled them down, and then he pushed his boxers down with them to his mid-thigh. That gorgeous cock which I had already seen on Maddy's phone, flopped out at me, sweaty and hard and juicy as a fucking filet mignon. I couldn't breathe.

I looked at him and he subtly smiled at me. He saw me take a very shallow breath that came back out in pieces. He could tell how nervous I was. I was shaking. I watched as he picked his beer back up and walked the few steps that separated us, his hard cock flopping up and down a little as he walked.

He stood right in front of my chair so that his crotch was level with my face.

I need you to fully understand how paralyzed I was with every possible emotion.

This fucking dreamboat of an older fuck stud was standing next to my chair in his kitchen with this erect cock bulging upward with a beautiful banana curl. Veins bulged down both sides, and the smallest glisten of sudsy precum dripped down his slit and helmet and glazed his dick like a Thomas Kinkade. In his left hand he held his cold beer, and in his right hand he grabbed the base of his shaft and slowly began to jack himself in my direction.

My eyes glided up his gorgeous abs like backwards mogul skiers, and then up to his scruffy chest. His pecs were still sweaty and he breathed in and out slowly, his muscles still decompressing from the recent exertion.

"Do you know the funny thing about using certain sex apps?" He said, never taking his eyes away from my own wide-eyed expression. My heart beat ever faster now—a bump stock rattling out nervously from my ribcage.

I couldn't say anything. How did he know?

"The funny thing is that sometimes you can tell where someone is thanks to the number of feet away the app says that they are." I gulped like a guilty schoolboy when he said this. How did I not think of that? The app showed the various distances of nearby profiles to help with convenient hookups.

"And I recently made a very fun discovery."

I was so fucking caught. My mouth was in the cookie jar.

I was also rock-hard in my running shorts.

"You see, I was talking to this very sexy couple the other day—apparently the wife wanted to watch her husband suck on a cock and even, suck on a cock together with him. I thought that seemed like a VERY hot idea. Two sexy mouths both worshipping my cock together—I was VERY intrigued. Here's the crazy thing. . .the app said that they were only twenty-five feet away from my location. That's how close they were." My mouth was so dry as he kept going with this familiar narrative. He moved his large hand over his sexy cock the entire time he spoke to me. I was listening to his story, but I was staring at his dick with increased vigor as he rubbed his hand up and down his length.

I felt like Mowgli entranced in the jungle by the power of this slithering Kaa. His pheromones draped slowly over me like humidity.

"Now, there's only four other apartments close enough to possibly be the location of this profile I was flirting with, and none of those apartments currently have an attractive couple living in them; except of course, for my next door neighbors—the sexiest, young couple that I've seen living in this entire building."

He stepped over the sides of my chair now so that his legs were straddling the outside of my own. I looked up at him as he finished the beer and placed it on the table behind me, a small drop of condensation from the bottle dripping onto my neck in the process. I could smell his sweat all around me. It was powerful. He was. . .powerful.

He brought his hand back from the table and placed it on the side of my face. I didn't stop him. I was so turned on.

His hand was muscular and there was a roughness to his skin that was so different than anything I'd experienced. The topography of his skin was marvelous.

He held the side of my cheek and chin softly, and then I felt his thumb rubbing over the outside corner of my lips. I shuddered as he brought it further in and pushed it past my hardly protesting mouth. He paused for just a moment, just holding his thumb between my half-open lips, and then I felt my tongue reach out to suck on his finger. I closed my lips around him.

I was sucking on his finger, with his cock just an inch away behind his hand.

I looked up at him while I sucked on his thumb even as he started to push it slowly in and out of my mouth. He was lightly fucking my lips now with his thumb and then another finger, and then another. He had his middle finger and his pointer in my mouth, lightly fingering in the simulation of what was to come. I was completely on fire. I sucked on his fingers longingly, as I began to moan whenever he pulled them too far out.

I was staring into his eyes and I could see the control he already displayed over me.

He pulled his thumb all the way out of my mouth with a pop and I almost whimpered. He took his hand and ran it through my hair, grabbing the back of my head now. He pulled me forward and I'd never been so excited in my life as I saw him pushing his amazing cock directly towards my wet and puffy lips.

I was about to suck on my first cock and my own penis was throbbing with horny need through my own bunched up running shorts.

I grabbed his cock with both of my hands suddenly because I was so nervous and I needed to hold his cock already and I needed to show him how fucking horny he'd made me. I rubbed it all over my lips. His soft, spongy head coated my lips with precum. I could taste his salty sperm for the first time and I was already fucking addicted.

I opened my lips further and took a penis in my mouth for the first time. Softly, taking my time, I pushed my lips further down around his shaft. I was determined to get as much of him into my mouth as I could. I wanted it. I wanted to suck on his cock so fucking badly.

Like, holy fuck. I WANTED his cock in my mouth. I'm was literally sucking a hot, older guy's cock and I wanted him to see how fucking slutty I felt for his cock in that moment. It was all-consuming.

I held the base of his dick while I did this, like a drunk person trying to keep a popsicle in the proper positioning for maximum pleasure.

He slowly began to fuck my mouth while I sucked, tightly milking his tip. Small lunges of his hips continued to move forward as I made dedicated moans on his first three inches. I massaged the bottom half of his cock and gently squeezed his scrotum. I did every possible thing I've ever experienced from all the girls that have ever given me life-changing blowjobs. I wanted him to feel so good. I wanted to make his cock feel incredible.

I was giddy horny.

The next ten minutes were spent like this. With me sloppily and passionately sucking on a guy for the very first time ever and with him shoving more and more of his cock down my throat as I did my best to open up my throat for him.

I wanted him to cum. I started to think about that—about him cumming in my mouth—about what it would taste like. I think he could tell this by the way I sucked. His cock started throbbing in my mouth like a restaurant "Your table is ready" pager.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth, Bobby?"

"Yesss." I groaned to him, shoving his cock quickly back down my throat as I kept up my slutty bobbing.

"Why don't we go take a shower and you can show me how well you swallow my cum." He pulls me up suddenly and his dick pops out of my mouth. I miss it immediately. I try to push forward to grab it with my lips but he stands me all the way up. Our bodies are heaving with desire.

He grabs my hand and pulls me along to the shower in his bedroom. He closes the door behind us and he reaches in to turn the steaming hot water all the way on to get going faster.

After he's kicked his clothes all the way off and is naked, he walks up to me and rips my own shorts and boxers down my legs as I step out of them. He pushes me past the glass door and into the first scalding sprays of the shower. I can't believe I'm naked with another guy as she shuts the door and traps us in the billowing heat.

The water immediately begins to feel amazing through the mixed endorphin high of the run and the heady high of the weed and the sexual high of having just had a cock in my mouth. He rubs his penis against my own in the spray as we press against each other's muscular frames. It feels crazy to have another hard cock rubbing against my own like this.

I'm covered in goosebumps as my body adjusts to various degrees of pleasure and excitement that I'm experiencing for the first time.

He leans down to grab his body wash and he squirts a very large glob out onto both of his hands and suddenly his slippery fingers are gliding all over us as he jacks us off together.

I feel fully enveloped in his direction and control. I can't believe I'm doing any of this with another guy but I'm having so much fucking fun.

He washes me everywhere—my chest, my neck, my back, my legs, my feet, my thighs, my cock, my ass. MY ASS.

He lingers on my crotch and begins to stroke me with one hand while his other squeezes my cheek. I tremble in his slippery grip as he glides the body wash over my shaft and tickles the tip of my helmet, his fingers running soapy circles over my sensitive slit.

He turns me around now and I do as he says. Then he presses me against the wall as I feel his entire body against me.

He washes my back now fully—marvelous, kneading massages of his hands against all of my tightest muscles as I ooze with relief.

I feel him press up against me from behind. The hot water and the soap and his probing fingers all feel amazing against my nervous body.

And his cock. Oh my God does his cock feel sexy up against me. It feels hot and hard on my ass.

Holy fuck, on my ass? His cock is pressed UP AGAINST MY ASS?! I freak out for just a second but he holds me in place and continues to relax me everywhere.

I feel his cock line up with my butt crack. He washes my round cheeks with his full hands now, still rubbing me in all the best ways. His hands feel brilliant on my aching buns, and I practically beg for more as he kneads out old knots across my tush. This whole thing is so fucking unbelievable. I can't believe this vulnerable experience I'm having with another guy.

My fantasy had always involved sucking on a cock. I hadn't really ever considered anything beyond that. But it all felt so good. Everything.

I suddenly realized how exposed I was like this. His cock had nestled in the middle of my round ass. I felt him massaging my aching butt cheeks with so much dedication and I couldn't help but moan from how good it felt. I kept so much stress in my ass. My entire body was brimming with pleasurable ripples as he rubbed me.

And then I felt him slide his cock up against my hole for the first time and a whole lot more thoughts zoomed through my mind like multiple universes being revealed in the first viewing through the James Webb Space Telescope.

I opened my mouth and literally pressed it softly against the tiles of his shower. The sensitive skin of my anus made my own dick tremble from the sensation of a cock touching that foreign part of my body for the first time.

He slid his penis up and down my spread ass and especially against my sensitive ring, sandwiching his manhood there and allowing my asshole to feel every inch of his Diamondback as it slithered by seductively and rubbed along the outer edge of my opening. My anal ring was a fucking dog track for his Mastiff of a dick.

Fuckkkkkk.

That's what I was thinking. The weed high, the post-exercise bliss and the buildup up that previous weeks foreplay and sex talk with Maddy. The still-fresh taste of his pre-cum in my mouth. Everything had led me to this moment.

Was he going to fuck me?

I pushed my ass back against his cock for the first time.

This was consent. This was me telling him I was interested, or at least, I was curious in him continuing to rub his cock against me.

Whoa. I couldn't believe that's what I wanted.

Whoa, fucking, whoa.

I wanted him inside me.

He grabbed the body wash and splooged another giant dollop onto the very top of my waterfall ledge of an ass. It ran down into my crack and over my hole like cheap lubricant. I could feel how slippery-wet I was down there as he continued massaging my butt with his strong hands and sliding his cock through my cheeks

He leaned in further now and I could feel his face right behind my neck. He kissed my hairline.

"Do you know what I really enjoy doing?" He continued his torturous tease of my lubed asshole with his medieval helmet of a cockhead. I rolled my ass back against him like I'd felt my wife do for me a thousand times. His tip kept bumping against my winking opening and I would hold my breath whenever it did so, as we slowly writhed our bodies together in that hot spray.

"I really enjoy seducing straight guys, and I really, REALLY enjoy showing them how good it feels to experience another man's cock sliding into their ass for the very first time. There is nothing more satisfying than giving a straight guy his. . .Very. First. Fuck."

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I moaned when he said that, because with each carefully chosen word he spread my ass and pushed the tip of his dick, prodding my hole for entrance.

It felt like he had dumped an entire bottle of body wash out onto his cock and down my ass-crack. I was as slippery and lathered as the Tin-Man at a WD-40 Bukkake Party.

"So, here's the thing Bobby, what I need you to tell me is. . .do you want me to take your virginity? I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you tell me that you want me to pop your naughty, little ass cherry." He kissed the skin behind my ear when he asked that, like he was geo-locating my every-popping Champagne bubble pleasure receptor.

"Ughmmmmm," I moaned from his words in a pained sort of way. I was still resting on the edge of all of this—Humpty Dumpty precariously resting on the edge of remaining whole versus wanting to be smashed into a million pieces. I had been obsessed with the idea of sucking cock, and I had just found out that I LOVED sucking cock. But I had never dreamed of the idea of going all the way with a guy. But here he was, his helmet almost inside of me, asking for my consent, asking for me to give him my ass. My very first cock.

I moaned the word "Yes" to him and I couldn't help but sound submissive when I did so.

And then he popped his helmet into me, like a lock turning a key. I moaned as I reached back with my arms to hold his hips in place. My cock felt like a submarine volcano as it throbbed against the forest green tiles of his shower. Water streamed down our bodies as he held himself steady inside me.

"I need you to tell me that you want it Bobby. I need to hear you say that you want this cock all the way inside you." He pulled my head back as he grabbed my neck with his strong, right hand. His lips were so close to mine now. I had never had a guy's lips so available to me like this. His left hand pulled and massaged my left butt cheek as he continued to spread me wide.