New neighbors moved in next door, a woman and her incredibly attractive son. I felt like a pedophile since he looked no more than fifteen. Even though I was twenty-two – not that much older than I thought he was – I knew he was a no-go.
One day I the neighbor caught me outside at my car. She introduced herself as Shelly and her some as Ian. She seemed very nice initially though she was quite interested in my personal life, asking me if I lived there alone (which I did), what I did, if I had a girlfriend or kids. Stuck me as odd but I’m not a ‘people person’ so maybe that’s what ‘people persons’ do?
Ian came out during this conversation. He was tall – maybe six foot or so – had dark blue eyes, wide shoulders narrow waist and a peach fuzz moustache. Shelly introduced the two of us. I couldn’t shake there was something about him; the way he stared at me intently and his quiet demeanor. His voice was deeper than his apparent age would lead one to think. He mentioned he liked my car and would like to get one soon before he went back inside, while his mother and I had a short conversation.
Being that the moved in mid-October, it was warm still, but cooling down daily as winter approached. Winter here was cold and wet; there wasn’t a lot to do outside. Most people stayed indoor, only going outside when it was necessary. This held true for me, but, apparently, more so for the Shelly and Ian as, once the cold weather hit, I never saw them. I only saw her car in the driveway. I knew she would leave occasionally as the car would be moved or parked different from time to time. Other than that, there was no way to know if they ever left the house.
Coming home from work one day a month or so later, I noticed a second car in the Shelly’s driveway. For weeks the car remained. I figured, not seeing a man with her before, she had a new boyfriend and carried on with my life, somewhat sad I hadn’t been able to catch a glimpse of her son in months.
As winter started to release its grip and allow spring to arrive, the weather started to warm more and more. It was then I noticed instead of there being two cars at the neighbors, only the ‘new’ car was there. I thought it strange at first but didn’t assume any foul play. Maybe the new boyfriend moved out with Shelly’s car or something. Who knew.
Spring turned to summer and it was time to clean my car. It’s an all day ritual for me so I start before it gets too hot and usually finish around four or five in the evening. After a wash and dry, I start the clay bar and I hear the neighbor’s door open and close. I look up and see what I guess is Shelly’s boyfriend, but he looked vaguely familiar from behind. I wipe the sweat from my face and focus on this stranger at my neighbors as he, too, seems to be going to wash his car.
He drops his buckets, and assembles his products, then reaches down and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it in the grass. Maybe it was because I hadn’t been with a guy all winter and, at twenty-two, I was hyper horny, but I noticed a smooth, toned back and legs that got hairier as the went down to his old sneakers. He bent down and I couldn’t see any underwear lines beneath his shorts. This could be fun, I thought, having forgotten about Ian entirely. That is, until he turns around. It was Ian.
“Mr. Calvin!” he said. “What do you think of my new rims?”
I stood there, having never noticed his rims. All I could see was a very different Ian. Was he drinking testosterone all winter I wondered to myself!? His body had toned up in a way I didn’t think was possible for human male. His stomach was flat and had the makings of abs, his biceps flexed as he moved his arms and his chest was firm and developed. His peach fuzz moustache had turned in to dark, coarse hair which ran down to his chin and his sideburns down to his jawline. Not a full beard by any means, but enough that required to be shaved. His chest was complete with a small patch of hair in the middle which spread outwards towards his nipples and was joined with a thick patch of black hair hiding his navel.
“Ian?” I stuttered. “Is that you?”
“Yeah” he said looking surprised. “Don’t you remember me?”
If he only knew how much I remembered him. “Yeah. Of course. You just look so…different” I replied.
“Mom said I hit my stride this winter” he replied.
Momma wasn’t lyin’ I thought to myself.
“Yeah. I didn’t recognize you! What’s up?” I asked trying to be nonchalant
“Gonna’ clean my car” he replied, pointing at his car.
“You’re car? You old enough to drive?”
“My dad bought me this car for my graduation” he told me.
“Graduation…?”
“From high school this spring.”
“I didn’t know you were…in…going to….” I stumbled for words trying to figure out what the hell was happening. Had I been in a coma for a year while this boy turned in to this stunning piece of work?
“Yeah. I’m nineteen now Mr. Calvin” he told me.
“I thought you were a lot younger than that when you moved in” I said.
He smiled. “Yeah I finally starting growing out of that awkward phase where I looked like a kid.”
“Yeah” I laughed. “You certainly did.” I felt my dick start to swell as it was finally able to appreciate Ian for the sex young, legally aged man that he is. All winter I kept my thought about him subdued as I thought he was a minor. Now he’s of legal age. My dick was happy about that.
Ian seemed to enjoy the inadvertent compliment I handed him as I swear, he seemed to flex a bit, showing off his new (to me) body. I looked him up and down allowing myself to enjoy God’s handiwork. I stopped at his prevalent dick bulge, which I never allowed myself to do before. Its head was a big around as a golf ball. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed that view. Too much, as he noticed and caused his dick to move under his shorts. I saw his head swell slightly and then it seemed to grow in length. I looked up to him and he smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to it” I said, turning around.
“Mr. Calvin!” he said. I turned. “Do you have any other microfiber towels? I only have the one” he said holding his one towel up in the air, showing off his hairy pit and firm triceps.
“I have some inside. I can get you a couple” I said turning to go into the house.
“I can come with you. It’s hot out here” he said as he trotted behind me. “If that’s OK.”
“Sure” I said, but my dick was screaming “Oh yes. Oh GOD yes!”
“Nice place” he said closing the door behind him.
“Isn’t it like your place?” I asked.
“No. They’re different.”
“That surprising since they’re built by the same people” I said digging around in my car care box on the floor of the closet. I felt the presence of someone close to me and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ian’s sneakers next to me. He was closer than I’d expect someone to be waiting for a spare towel. His shins were covered in light brown hair and quite hairy for a nineteen-year-old. They were so close I could reach out and touch them, but I didn’t no matter how much my dick pleaded with my brain. I found a couple, stood up and handed them to him.
“There we are” I said, plopping them in his hands.
We stood there, eyes locked. He was an inch or so taller than me and looked even sexier up close. I could see the pulsing of blood in the veins of his neck. They indicated his heart was beating faster than I expected. Then he leaned in a kissed me.
It was a quick peck on the lips but time seemed to slow and it seemed like ten seconds to me, before he pulled back off of me. He stood there, looking scared and unsure. I too was unsure what just happened. My mind raced. What should I do? Should I kiss him back, push him away, turn around or ask him to leave? He wasn’t a kid, legally. He was only three years younger than me. My brain crunched the numbers and in the middle of the process, it gave up. I imagined my dick standing at my brain’s door just pounding on it demanding attention. And my brain finally relented and let my dick take control. And take control it did.
I grabbed his face and locked our lips together. Surprised at first, Ian dropped the towels and tried to return my kiss, but he wasn’t as skilled at it as I was. My tongue explored every crevice of his young, warm mouth. Our wet lips filled the hallway with the noise of two first timers exploring each other. I pushed him back against the wall, he gasped as his bare back made contact with the cool wall. I took this moment to move my mouth down his neck and on to his chest. I felt those cottony hairs across my lips as I moved from his hairy patch over to his nipple. I encircled it with my tongue, wetting the few hairs that grew there down to his skin. He moaned with delight as I worked his nipple. But I had other places to attend on this guy.
I knelt and kissed his stomach and it quickly moved up and down. His thick navel hair tickled my nose as his now hard cock pressed against my chin. This wasn’t going to be a long session. I wanted to get in, finish and get out before either one of us changed our minds.
I pulled his short down and his nineteen-year-old cock sprang up, slapping me on the face. It was a cut, thick and decently sized member that was surround in a massive black, wiry bush of public hair. It was nice to be with someone you didn’t shave everything. As his bouncing dick stopped moving, I caught a view of a massive set of hairy nuts, hanging there slightly swaying. I pushed his cock up against his stomach and started sucking on his balls. Immediately they drew up against the base of his thick dick. I let them go to focus on his cock as I pulled mine out.
I took his golf ball sized pink head into my mouth. I heard him suck in two lungs full of air as I slid that delicious head into my mouth and down my throat. I heard him whimper and felt his body tense up as he released a torrent of his hot liquid seed. Jet after jet blasted into my mouth. Having tasted the first two sweet and salty shots, I buried my nose against his bush after the second shot, directing the remaining down my throat. He whimpered like a scolded dog as he continued to dump an enormous amount of cum down my throat. The taste of his cum, the bush pushed up against my forehead and the pulsating of his cock in my mouth is all I could handle. I grabbed my own hard and leaking cock and in two pumps, started dumping my own load on the towel he tossed to the ground.
His body quivered as he finished releasing the last of his immense volume of seed. With my cum covered hand still on my own cock, I reached up with my other hand and grabbed his hairy nut sack, pulling it down from his body. This caused him to tense up and I felt his cock, which was starting to soften, get hard again. He grabbed my head and started face fucking me.
My mouth and throat were lubed with his cum already as he clumsily started shoving his once again hard cock to the back of my mouth. I released his sack and grabbed his ass cheeks, feeling them flex with each thrust. I helped him gain a workable rhythm. His breathing increased as I released his ass and grabbed nis right nipple slightly. I could feel his heartbeat underneath his tensed-up chest as I pinched and twisted his hair surrounded nipple. I shoved my face into his body, plunging his swollen cock head into and down my throat, holding it there. I milked it with my throat, allowing him to feel as much of my mouth as I could his cock. It pulsed with every heartbeat. I could feel the base of it swell against my lips, his pubes soaked to his skin by my spit. I could hear his deep breaths slow as he slowed his motions, allowing me to do more work.
“Oh my god” he said, catching his breath. I looked up through his wet bush to see his eyes closed. I took this opportunity to work a different tact.
I griped his wet cock with my hand, pulling off all but his swollen head. Then, I reached underneath his sack, slid my wet finger in his slightly hairy crack, running my finger down towards his puckered hole. Still looking up at his closed eyes, I worked my finger around his hole, then slowly pushed in my finger top. His eyes opened wide as he looked down at me as if to say, “What the fuck?’ But I didn’t give him a chance. I pushed the rest of my finger deep into his warm insides.
He made a sort of exhaled gasp as I buried my finger to the knuckle. I pulled it out and pushed in back in slowly, my eyes locked on his. I watched his wide-eyed face, breathing through his open mouth, as I finger fucked his tight hole. I wished it was my cock, but I barely was able to get my finger in there, much less my thick dick.
So, with his cock in my mouth and my finger in his hole, he tilted his head back and started to fuck his own ass with my finger. As his cock pulled out of my mouth, he plunged my finger deep in his ass. I started to twist my finger until I found his prostrate. He pushed back and stopped, allowing me to milk his prostrate with my finger, causing his dick to swell even larger than before, precum oozing out of his piece of meat.
I started to push against his prostrate harder as his whole body started to convulse as his chute clamped down on my finger, expelling another volley of cum into my mouth. Another massive load of cum, but this time it wasn’t shot out with as much force as before. I heard him make some sort of crying noise as he legs shook as if they were going to give out. He let out a deep voiced scream as his body slowly collapsed on top of me somewhat.
My other hand never left my cock from earlier as I started jerking again as I pulled my finger out of his hole, causing his to whimper again. As he rose off from me, he saw I was jacking. He crumbled to his knees, looking at my now red and wet cock. I took the chance and stood up, pointed my cock at his chest, and gushed out another couple of jets of my own cum.
As I finished, I smeared the last of my jizz over his patch of wet chest hair. I lightly tapped the side of his face with my shrinking cock, feeling what little scruff he was able to grow along his jawline. Exhausted sexually, I sat down and fell back against the wall. He did the same.
“Fuck!” he whispered. He looked at me and smiled between his breaths.
“Yeah. I didn’t plan that” I said.
“Me either” he replied. “But I’m not complaining!” He looked down at the cum covered microfiber towel I handed him originally. “I might need a different towel!”
I stood up and reached my hand out to him to pull him up.
“I think I have another one around here somewhere” I replied, pulling him up to his feet, which wasn’t too stable yet.
“Maybe, later tonight, you can help me…. finish the interior?” he asked.
“I’d be happy to!”
