Needing a break from the blistering summer sun, Stan released the bail handle of the push mower allowing the engine to drag to a quiet stop, minus the single pop just before the machine went silent. He pulled the tail of his sweat-soaked shirt up exposing the glistening skin of his mid-section to wipe the perspiration from his face before pulling the entire garment over his head.
It was days like this that he wished his mom would get over her frugal self and pay a company to maintain their yard. Ninety-one degrees was entirely too hot to…
A sound interrupted his thoughts and he turned his attention to it. Rustling limbs, maybe the sound of fabric? Stan scanned the bushes and across the yard before noticing the blue curtains swaying gently in his neighbor’s open window.
Anyway, he thought, he really shouldn’t complain about helping his mom out. She’s allowed him the live there rent-free since he turned eighteen and she doesn’t behave like a mother hen, hovering over him or all in his business. The least he could do was help her out with chores. Right?
Stan was on the last couple of strips of grass when he spotted the neighbor, a short thin man watching him through that same window his attention was pulled to earlier. When he nodded his acknowledgement the man sank back into the room.
A low-level hum of excitement settled in Stan’s belly though he thought it seemed odd. He knew Bill Abercrombie. They had been neighbors for years. Stan was friends with his stepson through high school and had been to their house too many times to remember. Bill was always somewhat reserved, shy maybe albeit kind and friendly when Stan talked to him. Bill backing away from the window didn’t make much sense to Stan.
He was walking back from the utility shed after stowing the lawn mower away when he spotted Bill in the window again. This time he waived and gave a shy half smile. Stan returned both neighborly gestures with an ever so slight air of confidence as he passed.
The odd part now was feeling like Bill was watching him. That was definitely out of character and kind of brazen for his neighbor. The man rarely spoke first in any conversation. His wife was always the loudest in the group, dominating nearly every chat she was involved in. Bill always seemed happy to be tucked away in her shadow.
Stan didn’t understand the whole timid thing. He had this whole bravado spirit about him. Besides being the polar opposite of his reserved neighbor, Stan thought Bill was cute in an elvish way. His high cheekbones with his nose slightly turned up at the end. If not for the little streaks of silver starting to pop at his temples betraying his youthful appearance, Bill looked years younger than he actually was.
A boy without a father figure in the home, Stan used to vie for Bill’s attention. He’d brag about his grades or a good play at football practice. His friend’s dad would always offer quiet congratulations and cheer Stan on in his diffident way. Now, at least today it seemed Bill was seeing something different. That bemused Stan in his core. Almost as much as it excited him.
That evening, Stan was at the kitchen sink cleaning up what amounted to his dinner mess, a butter knife he used to spread the Miracle Whip on his turkey sandwich and the plate that held it. The deck lights behind the neighbor’s house grabbed his attention. Bill was sitting alone under the dim white lights as the sun slowly tucked itself behind the trees. Stan racked the freshly washed dishes and made his way out the back door.
“Hey, neighbor,” Stan called, catching Bill by surprise.
“Oh, hey yourself,” Bill replied.
Stan strolled towards Bill. Bill never looked away as he closed the distance. Bill’s eyes followed him up the back steps and to the cushioned chair next to him where Stan sat.
“Ya looked hot… er, it looked like you were hot earlier.” Bill stammered. “You shouldn’t cut grass in the heat of the day.”
Stan was entertained by the sudden discomfort he felt oozing off of his neighbor. “It’s ok. A little hard work and sweat is good for me.”
Bill, who looked like he’d never seen a hard day’s work in his life, lifted and lowered his head in agreement.
Stan scanned around at the house behind them. “Where’s everyone?”
“Ah, they went to visit Sheila’s mother. They’ll be gone all weekend.” Bill answered a little reluctantly.
“You didn’t wanna go?”
“Not a chance!” Bill was a little more confident. “The two of them in the same room? I’ll pass, thank you very much.” He finished with a little humorous laugh.
“Big plans for your weekend home alone?” Stan inquired, seedlings of a fantasy forming in his mind.
Bill laughed again, this time more authentic. “Oh no. Just going to be around enjoying the quiet while I can.” He turned up the last of the liquid in the brown bottle and motioned to Stan, silently asking if he’d like one. “I need a refill, want one?”
“Absolutely,” Stan replied, both of them knowing he wasn’t quite of age yet. That would come in the fall and Stan was looking forward to it.
While Bill was away, Stan pulled the empty seat slightly closer to him. He needed to move casually, inconspicuously if his ever-forming fantasy was going to be realized.
Over the next hour or so, there was small talk and more beers. A second one for Stan and a couple more for Mr. Abercrombie. As the alcohol had its effect, the older man seemed to loosen up and ask more somewhat personal questions. He was curious to know where Stan was working and if he was seeing anyone.
Stan would lean back in his chair and purposely brush his leg against Bill’s, just briefly or make a point to extend eye contact when the chance arose. At first, Bill would flinch for a second but never pull back or was first to look away. As his inhibitions lowered so did his discomfort and the shock factor.
When Stan would make some seemingly innocent hand gesture during conversation and bring it to rest over his crotch after, he’d watch Bill’s eyes follow and settle over the area for fractions of seconds. It was entertaining for Stan to observe Bill noticing Stan watching him and coyly looking away.
It was becoming more likely that Mr. Abercrombie was hiding his own little fantasies. Believing in that, Stan was exploiting it more and more. Like when he let his hand rest on Bill’s leg the only motion was Bill looking up at him. He didn’t shy away at all during the contact. Stan was determined to leave his hand there as long as possible.
He looked a little nervous, but like a deer in headlights, Bill didn’t move. Stan started rubbing small circles with his thumb. “Are you ok Mr. Abercrombie?” Stan was hoping there would be no demand to stop.
“Ah, Bill.” The man sighed more than said. “Call me Bill and I ah, yeah. I’m ok.”
Stan would rather call him Daddy, but he could be patient if need be. He leaned a little into Bill and spoke quietly. “I seen you watching me earlier. Do you like what you saw?”
His hand was moving now, in small increments up and down Bill’s leg. The older man shifted uncomfortably in his seat but did not attempt to put a halt to Stan’s movement. His breathing got shallower and his eyelids lowered ever so slightly. “Mmhmm.” Bill finally confirmed.
Stan let his thumb graze just the tip of Mr. Ambercrobie’s growing bulge on the next upstroke. “How long?” He asked, his own voice taking on a rasp.
“How long what?”
“How long have you been watching me?” Stan asked his lips just a whisper away from the soft skin of Bill’s neck.
“Ah, I ah I don’t know. A while now?” Bill’s breath caught when Stan’s hand covered the tented portion of Bill’s shorts. “L-last summer I guess.” He breathed in harshly.
Stan sucked the tender skin into his mouth for a thin second and felt Bill’s cock lurch toward his hand. “Oh, Mr. Amber… I mean Bill, did you like that?”
No words, but Bill’s head bobbed quickly in affirmation. Stan kissed down his neck while he let his hand knead the hardness under it. Bill moaned low in his throat, inspiring more from Stan. He stood and straddled the older man before lowering himself on Bill’s lap, pinning his immovable arms to his sides.
Bill’s hard dick pushed up into Stan’s bottom repeatedly while Stan kissed his way around Bill's jawline. When Stan pulled back, Bill’s eyes were screwed shut and his lips were glistening and parted, just begging to be kissed.
“You want me to kiss you, don’t you Mr. Abercrombie?” Stan moved his mouth close enough that his warm breath would wash over the other. “You want me to take your mouth and make it mine?”
Wordless again, but he remained still, lips still slightly apart and Stan closed the minute distance, touching their mouths together. Stan gasped when Stan darted the tip of his tongue at the corner of his mouth and pulled it lightly across the bridge of his lower lip. Bill was nearly panting when their lips met for the second time, the taste of ale on his breath.
Bill tipped his head back and opened his mouth, offering it to the younger man and Stan accepted his invitation. There was no battle for control, Bill was eagerly following each and every cue that Stan gave. He was putty for Stan to shape and form as he wanted. That made Stan want more!
Stan looked around, remembering the neighbors, his mom. Someone had to, right? Being so conspicuous was dangerous and a risk he wasn’t willing to put on Mr. Abercrombie. He had already been thoughtless enough in his desire to seduce his neighbor.
He got up and pulled Bill to his feet. “We should go inside, Mr. Abercrombie.” Bill followed in his daze.
In the kitchen, Stan backed his older neighbor into the kitchen island, their bodies pressed harshly together, their hard dicks pushing against each other. “Fuck you’re so cute, Mr. Abercrombie,” Stan said before he consumed the other’s mouth again.
He ran his hands along Bill’s sides and kissed him until they were both breathless. Bill was flushed red when Stan pulled back, his usually thin lips were puffy and swollen. Stan put a finger against them in a shushing way before he grasped one of Bill’s hands.
The older man watched in a sort of far off gaze as Stan guided it to his thick cock. It took Bill nearly a full second before his fingers pushed into the fabric of Stan’s shorts and wrapped around his shaft. Fucking hell, this was going so well.
Stan fumbled at the hem of Mr. Abercrombie’s shirt before pulling it up and over the other man’s head. He let it fall to the countertop before grazing his fingertips down Bill’s shoulders and tight chest.
Bill’s mouth was still gaped open, maybe in disbelief or maybe still trying to regulate his breathing. Stan didn’t know which but felt the urge to slide one finger between the parted lips. Bill closed them around Stan’s finger almost instinctively.
“Mr. Abercrombie, you dirty man.” Stan mocked surprise. If he didn’t know better, Stan could have sworn the older man’s face grew redder.
He slid his finger back and as the tip threatened to retract out of Bill’s mouth, he sucked it back in. It repeated several times and each time Stan’s finger was sucked in, he pressed it a little deeper and a little harder until the entire digit was buried in Bill’s mouth. And with each new depth, a whimper of submission followed a muffled gag that reverberated from his throat.
“We better stop this Mr. Abercrombie.” Stan teased. “I don’t know how far I can take you.”
Bill shook his head and mumbled an indecipherable sound that resembled “Please don’t.”
Translating the sound as such, Stan removed his fingers from Bill’s mouth and looked into his pleading tear dampened eyes. What he saw was a flash of resignation mixed with need. Bill seemed to need this more than he could likely articulate.
There was the thinnest hint of a smile when Stan put a single hand on the top of Bill’s head and gently pushed down. The older man sagged easily to his knees in front of Stan, at eye level with the younger man’s bulged shorts. Stan pushed his hips forward, thrusting his hard-covered cock in Bill’s face simultaneously as he guided Bill forward.
The pressure of the man’s face in Stan’s crotch excited Stan. Not as much as when Bill started to nuzzle into him. First, his cheek brushed the length of Stan, Bill’s nose tracing its shape. Bill moaned such a slight sound when he turned his face to wrap his mouth around Stan’s girth.
“Oh, Mr. Abercrombie. You dirty ol fucker, you want my young dick?” Stan rasped, his breathing getting shaky.
“Mmhmm.” The older man hummed. He never took his lips off of Stan’s hardness.
Pulling himself back, Stan made a show of untying the strings that held his shorts up while looking down into Bill’s wanton eyes. It thrilled Stan to be in this position of power over his neighbor, an older married man. To be the one that Bill decided was worthy enough or safe enough to be led astray from himself for these fleeting moments.
Bill licked his lips just as Stan pulled the elastic band of his shorts out and down, allowing his thick cock to spring out freely into the cool air of the kitchen. His eyes grew wide at the mass of cock in his face. Stan found something about the sight alluring.
Bill opened his mouth instinctively but Stan pulled back. “Not yet Mr. Abercrombie.”
Stan moved his hand up his cock and back down, stroking slowly as he ruffled his fingers through Bill’s hair. He watched the older man, his gaze locked on the movements of Stan’s hand massaging his cock. Was Bill’s mouth watering for cock, Stan wondered? Five hours ago, this entire scene could have never been imagined.
Stan guided the soft crown of his cock to Bill’s cheek. Bill sucked air in hastily as the tip of Stan’s dick moved slowly toward his mouth. Opening again, Bill waited for his first taste of a man. Stan teased more and slid along his bottom lip before smacking Bill’s opposite cheek with a couple good swats.
“Stick out your tongue,” Stan commanded.
He placed his mushroom head on Bill’s tongue. “Don’t move it.” He added when Bill started to lick it. “Just let it sit there, taste me, smell me.” Want me, Stan added in his mind.
Bill looked up at Stan, his soft green eyes begging Stan for more. Stan didn’t relent. Teasing or torturing, he wasn’t sure, however, he was enjoying this new control. There was something so fucking hot about having his neighbor down on his knees silently pleading to have his mouth stuffed with Stan’s cock. He knew he was already way too close to his edge and needed to take his time.
Another half a minute later, he gave in to his own impatience. His left hand moved to the back of Bill’s head. “I’m going to let you suck my dick, Mr. Abercrombie. But you have to say please.”
Bill’s voice trembled as he spoke. “Please? Please put it in?”
Stan pushed the head of his cock between Bill’s parted lips. Just the head, for now before sliding back out. Bill groaned his discontent until Stan entered his warm wet mouth again. Deeper this time, and deeper the next. He pulled Bill's head back and forth and the sensation of Bill’s mouth was heaven.
“Is that what you want Mr. Abercrombie?
His response was a head nodding “Mmmm”.
Stan let go of Bill’s head and told him to take over. He dropped his hands to his sides when Bill stabbed his throat with cock. He choked himself in his filthy inspiration but quickly recovered and took more caution.
His soft moist lips slid most of the length is Stan’s shaft. His teeth were sharp and Stan had to coach him a few times “Less teeth Mr. Abercrombie.” and “More lips Mr. Abercrombie.” Bill would make a change but quickly and over zealous, Bill would need another reminder. Stan decided he was trainable though.
Bill took his own initiative when he grasped one hand around the base of Stan’s cock and cupped his shaven balls with the other. It wasn’t maybe a minute or so after that when Stan found himself near the pinnacle of his self-control.
“You’re going to make me cum Mr. Abercrombie.” Stan groaned. “If you don’t want it…”
Bill moved faster, jacking his hand up into his falling lips. He had a determination that stole Stan’s words right from his mouth. Stan’s body started to seize and his hands went unconsciously to either side of Bill’s head. His neighbor was about to milk the orgasm out of Stan’s body whether Stan wanted him to or not. Stan wanted, fucking hell, Stan wanted.
Stan cried out when the first stream of his cum shot out into Bill’s mouth. The man below him slurped and let out a soft cough that pushed the white milky fluid out around Stan’s cock. He didn’t stop, he continued to bob, working Stan over through his entire load and straight into ticklish.
Stan pulled back slowly, he was ruined from release and felt drained, but Bill’s head followed. He didn’t seem to want to let go of Stan’s now softening dick. Stan couldn’t handle the tickle sensation but also didn’t want to deprive the man of his needs. He stopped moving and held Bill’s head still. “Just hold it.” He whispered.
The two stayed like that, connected while Stan’s cock basked in the warmth of Bill’s mouth for an awkward amount of time. Finally, almost regretfully Stan pulled himself free. He looked down at Bill who was looking up at him. His face was still red, swollen lips and eyes, with streams of Stan’s seed dangling off of his chin.
With his thumb, Stan brushed the cum from Bill’s chin up toward his mouth. Bill opened for Stan to push the remnants of his cum in. Bill closed his lips around Stan’s thumb and sucked the digit clean.
They were silent as Stan pulled his shorts back into position. Bill remained knelt on the kitchen floor. The silence was uncomfortable for Stan. He didn’t know what to do or say and Bill was like a statue posed to be ready to take cock.
He racked his brain for the right words. It was a predicament he wasn’t familiar with. Bill wasn’t his first anything except being the first to hand over his own control.
“Well, that was fun,” Stan said, unsure if it was right. Bill knelt, still quiet like he was waiting for something. “I should head home. Are you ok?”
Bill looked like he was flooded with something; emotion, confusion, regret. Stan had no clue until Bill said, “Yeah, I’m ok. Thank you, Stan.” He still hadn’t moved from the cock sucker position. “Thank you.” He repeated.
“Can we talk later?” Stan asked. He guessed that Bill needed some time to process what just happened. Hell, Stan needed to process it too. Just, wow!
“We can,” Bill confirmed.
Stan turned and headed for the back door. “Cool. Talk to ya later.”
