Omg, I think she is doing it on purpose. The woman in question was my middle age neighbour who had chosen that particular moment to hang her washing out as I was respraying my car hard top in our back garden this baking hot summers day. I had my back to her and as a young lad just turned twenty one, was enjoying my time off and having the house to myself, but I could feel her gaze on my body dressed only in very tight black shorts bending over my roof which was drying exceptionally quicky in the hot sun. A green wire fence about four feet high, separated us at the end of our rectangular garden which was private apart from a gap in the trees running along our properties into another neighbours garden running widthways at the bottom. Maybe it was my imagination but suddenly the air was electric with sexual tension and I froze, not daring to meet her eye behind me. When I had finished that coat, I turned and found her circular line full and she had gone back inside her house. Wondering whether it was just my youthful imagination I returned to a camp bed underneath our large back window, while i waited for the spray to dry. Separating our houses there was a thick clump of rose bushes but the position of my camp bed could be seen, if I positioned it correctly from my neighbours top bedroom window. With my heart pounding, I lay on the bed sliding down my shorts and placing them by the side on the floor. Completely naked now I lay down and placed my cap over my face but with a air hole at the top in eyeline of the window. i didn't have to wait long before my neighbour appeared at her window, standing probably on a stool to reach up to the top to clean it. I could hear the blood pumping through my veins as she had full view of my naked body and rapidly rising penis that was becoming considerable erect at the thought of her gaze. This went on for about five minutes, as I fought the urge to play with it, when I suddenly became aware of the sound of a lawn mower in the garden at the end. The gentleman mowing was probably late sixties, grey haired medium build and lived with his mother he was caring for. He was mowing relatively quickly I noticed, until that is he passed the gap in the trees between our properties, then he'd slow down considerably. Glancing back up to the window, my neighbour had disappeared and i silently cursed him for disturbing my entertainment. Waiting for him to pass the gap again, I got up naked, and went inside to get a drink. Quite what made me do it, as I had never had sexual designs on men before, but I wanted him to see me in all my glory. I moved from the kitchen into the dinning room Infront of the large window, facing the garden and knelt on a chair with my arse on full view out the window. by this point his mowing had taken him right up to our fence and as I looked over my shoulder, he had stopped and was staring through the gap at the sight I was displaying. Again my cock was hard with excitement as this time I gripped it and turning around, sat on the edge of the table, and slowly masturbated while he stared through the gap. I fought the urge to meet his gaze but knew that would give away the pretense of privacy, so observed him through my peripheral view instead. Edging and cupping my testicles, I finally found the courage to meet his eye, and quickly wished I hadn't as he looked stony faced and annoyed. In an instant he turned and headed back up his garden and I suddenly wondered if i had taken my show too far. I didn't have to wait long, as within minutes there was a loud knock on our front door, and my heart jumped into my mouth. Grabbing a towel to wrap around me, I ventured down the hall to the sight of the back of a man standing at our door. Opening it the individual turned around and I stared into the eyes of my lawn mowing man.
My face must have looked a picture mouth open and in a state of horror at being confronted by my object of entertainment. How will he react?. Will he complain to my parents?...my mind was a jungled mess of flashing images, none of them good. To my surprise, his face took on a cordial greeting with a grin much like a door to door salesman. 'I take it your parents are out young man' were his opening words. I nodded and he proceeded to step inside my doorway pushing past my startled body as he past, growling 'so you want to show me do you'? 'Well lets have a proper look shall we?' I closed the door behind him after taking a quick look outside on the street to see if anyone had noticed my visitor. 'In here' he gestured which was neither a command nor a question more like a forgone conclusion. I followed him to my back room and he turned to face me by the table of my exposure. 'Up you get he barked'. His voice had the directness of a school master and although I felt in no way in danger, I felt an obligation to follow his commands, more out of fear for what he could say to my parents but also a desire to show him so he would leave as quickly as possible. I climbed on the chair and sat on the table edge. 'Not like that, on your knees facing away'. My towel was starting to hinder my movements which were clumsy to say the least so hitching it up above my knees I carried out his request and knelt on the tables edge. 'Bend forward' he commanded pushing my head towards the table, the first time he had touched me and I was alarmed by his strength for a relatively small guy. 'You wont be needing this', and with one swift tug, pulled the towel from around my waist and onto the floor. i instinctively put a hand behind me to cover my expose bare bottom, which only seemed to make him angry as his voice became more authoritarian in his commands so i placed my elbows on the table Infront of me. He proceeded to move the chair away I had used, and now stood directly behind me and my arse raised into the air as I strained forward as he demanded. There was a minute or two when we were in silence which seemed to last an hour, but i could feel his eyes burning into my young soft white arse pointing in his direction. The sun through the window was hot and so bright it lit up the room like a spotlight and burned into the crack of my buttocks and i swear I felt a bead of sweat running down from the top of my bottom over my anus to my testicles underneath. I assumed he would just want to ridicule me, perhaps give me a playful slap and leave, saying let that be a lesson to you, but my hopes were soon to be dashed as I felt a hand grip my right buttock and squeeze. It became suddenly obvious that he had other plans.....
The one hand was quickly turned in two as he squeezed my soft buttocks as if they were dough being readied for the oven. My bum cheeks burned as they were the sole object of his assault, He smoothly turned from squeezing to separating as he pulled my cheeks wide open, exposing my anus completely to his gaze and I heard a faint moan of delight as he feasted his eyes upon my moist virgin bud, lite up directly from the sunlight, so he could see every detail of my quivering sphincter. My feeble mutterings of objection were drowned in his deep threat of ramification should I dare to resist, and he promised I would enjoy it anyway. The situation was way out of my control already so i resigned myself to his self gratification and punishment, trying to convince myself that I did indeed deserve it and any minute he would get bored and leave. His mutters of content stopped as i felt the bristled unshaven hairs on his chin brush first my right buttock then left. He dragged his face like sandpaper up my cheek to the top of my crack, and without stopping ran his rough tongue inside my cavern as he once again prized open my buttocks to their limit. Down his tongue slowly went until it was over my anus. I took in a deep breath as he pushed his face further and further into my crack, stiffening his tongue as he went. I don't know how far he pushed his tongue inside me but as he did, I gave out an embarrassing moan. Not through ecstatic pleasure because I remember it tickled more than it was pleasurable, but more from the ultimate sacrifice of an exhibitionist which I now know i was, even at that age. I was actually subconsciously loving showing this complete stranger my most intimate part of my body, reveling in his utter sexual gratification and not wanting him to stop. I remember pushing my arse further into the air and relaxing my anus as much as i could to accept his finger that had replaced his leathery tongue and was now hovering and pressing into my entrance. 'There I told you you would enjoy it boy' he said through clenched teeth as once again I was brought back to earth and my predicament was out of my control. Wetting his finger on my soaking arse hole he pushed, slowly rotating side to side and twisting he pressed deeper and deeper as i winced in protest, which only served to accelerate his desire. Finally he reached his knuckle and there was no more finger to push inside me. He pulled his finger free as i let out a wince of pain, after rubbing it purposely against my anal walls to coat it with my fluids. He then bent forward and rubbed it around my lips and dribbling mouth. 'Suck on it lad' he demanded and I tasted my anal canal on a finger for the first time in my 21 years. I sucked gingerly at first but then with an urgency I couldn't then explain. It smelt musky and tasted dry but at the same time wet. As i sucked I was aware that his other hand was preoccupied on a task. Not on me this time but the waist band of his underpants that were following his joggers and were sliding down over his thighs and onto the ground, I stopped sucking his finger whilst I glanced back between my open thighs to see his erect penis standing proud and in full view over the table edge. Id never seen another mans penis before, least of all upside-down and for a moment was captivated at is size and beauty. His small but perfectly formed mushroom head was on full view and shiny in the sunlight from his precum and it twitched with anticipation and excitement. I braced myself, frozen with a mixture of fear and anticipation that i hadn't dreamt of less than fifteen minutes earlier, but was now very much a reality.......
'Turn round and lie down' he growled as he stepped out of his fallen clothing and moved down the side of the table to remove a bowel of fruit or something from the centre of the table, placing it on our sideboard leaving the shinny wooden table bare except for my kneeling sweaty naked body. Confused at his command I slowly rotated until I was facing him at eye level. 'lower' he said, 'on your stomach' I lay flat pressing my torso against the warm wood which was unforgiving again my balls and cock being crushed by my weight. Gripping the edge of the table with both hands, I raised my head and in doing so stared directly at his quivering erection, inches from my startled face. He moved closer and placing one hand under my chin and the other at the back of my head. 'Open' he commanded as he started to wipe his sticky head of his cock against my dry lips, which were muttering in silent protest. His man hood smelt strong. I have always enjoyed the smell and taste of my own erection when privately masturbating, and apart from innocent play when naked wrestling with my cousin, had never smelt that of another. He pushed the head of his penis into my mouth, while pulling my head towards him to take his member deeper inside. 'Suck boy' he demanded, and as I did with eyes close, i felt any resistance I might have had, ebbing away. My own penis on the hard table started to respond with my weight and his moved of my body on the now wet table from my sweat in the dazzling sunshine pouring through the window. After a little while, I started to suck harder, not through his demands this time but through a desire I didn't know I had, even using my tongue to search out the slit in his hard cock which was leaking pre cum profusely and tasting so sweet. He was grunting with the rhythm whispering obscenities of encourage and desire, and then it happened. As he withdrew his soaking erection, dripping with my saliva and his pre, trickling down my chin,. I opened my eyes and stared for the first time into his. The pivotal moment which turned a punishment of a young man to the sexual desires of equals. I wanted his cock back in my mouth more than anything and at that moment he knew he had me. His whole demeanor changed from that of punisher to that of a provider. 'Back as you were' he whispered and I again turned on the table, this time with an urgency and desire to have my bottom and anus licked again. Kneeling on the table I waited for the feel of his bristled chin over my soaking hole... but it didn't come. I looked over my shoulder to see his whereabout only to hear him opening cupboard in the kitchen, through the open door. Confused at to what he was doing he emerged and placed a tea towel between my open thighs and on top baby oil in its pink bottle and two ice cubes next to it. I stared down in surprise at this turn of events , wondering what he had in store for me now, I didn't have long to wait.......
Once again peering back under my spread thighs, past my now throbbing erect cock and to the edge of the table I could see the plastic lid of the bottle being hastily removed by my tormentor. I felt the warm thick slippery liquid being sprayed on the top of my crack and felt it run unobstructed down over my anus and onto the tea towel. I could see my neighbours right hand also being coated with the clear liquid and the middle and first finger unite to become one on top of one another. In an instant it disappeared until I could then feel it at the entrance of my anus. At first the nail of the longer middle finger that entered easily and then the first finger underneath that met with resistance of my narrow anal canal. He twisted and I gave out a loud yell as my sphincter gave way under his control and I felt my opening widen to accommodate the two fingers. With pressure it was in to his first joint and I heard him reassuringly whisper 'relax boy, it will be fine'. I wanted him to succeed and obeyed his wishes, pushing my bare bottom up to meet his hand with an urgence to feel him inside my passage as deep as he could go. With a final push he was at his knuckle and twisted and turned pouring more oil into and on my anus to aid the lubrication. My feeble wincing turned to moans of pleasure as I reveled in his fixation of my now gapping butt hole, and as he slowly pulled his fingers free, accompanied by a loud sucking noise, I felt relaxed enough to laugh. That lasted but a moment as the feeling of warm enjoyment was quickly subtitled with one of pain. His two fingers were in one quick motion replaced buy a half melted ice cube that he had quickly gathered from between my thighs and inserted into my contracting hole. Again I let out a sharp yelp feeling like I had been cut but which was only the searing cold being pushed inside me by a finger. The numb sensation was peculiar and once again my neighbor reassured me with a kiss and tongue on and inside my anus. As his face was again pushing inside my butt I could hear him dragging the chair back into position, and behind where I was knelling forward. Raising my head and looking back underneath my thighs I could see him now as he stood and raised himself into a standing position on the chair behind me. Once again he reached for the bottle and I felt the now warm fluid being squirted directly up and inside my hole, coating it with slippery warm liquid. He applied the same over his erection, rubbing it all over its shinny length and leant forward placing the head over my entrance. Lifting my arse into a position of availability he placed his left foot on the table beside me and again hovered at my entrance . I can oddly remember my first concern at these turn of evens was not that this stranger wanted to fuck me, but was 'omg what if the table decided to tilt over at our combined weight on its edge?'. With a slight wobble the strong oak stood fast with his weight now on his left foot I felt the hard head of his penis pushed gently at first into my pink virgin bud. His mushroom head was small and pointed so the first little way was relatively easy after taking his two finger, but as his rhythm started and my sphincter gave way to his man hood and he slipped in deeper, the in comfort turned to ecstasy and he completely impaled himself inside my soft bare anal cavity. The now almost melted ice cube was pushed even deeper into my rectum and raised the feeling of ecstasy and pain to heights I never imagined. He pace quickened and he was moaning with a pleasure I had never heard, seemingly obliviously to my own needs. I reached under my body, to clasp my own hard cock, pulling back my own foreskin to expose the head and massaged my rampant cock which was dripping with a mixture sweat and baby oil. With what seemed like an eternity but in reality minutes, he let out a loud yell and shudder as he abruptly stopped and shook uncontrollably and for a second I thought he was having a heart attack. His long shaft inside me started to expand and contract as he pumped out his semen, deep inside pushing his balls as far as they would go against my bottom. My own limits were about to be reached and I let out 'I'm cumming', at which point he picked up the last ice cube and cupped it around my exploding testicles. The feeling was absolutely unforgettable as the cold ice seem to make the convulsions cum and cum continuously in a way I had never experienced before when masturbating. My anus contacted with each convulsion sending gripping tremors onto his tender penis which had ejected the last of its cream deep inside me. He slowly pulled out and I fell onto my side on the table exhausted. I honestly cant remember what happed immediately afterwards, he said something, put back on his pants and joggers and left. I lay on the table for a while as I reveled in the warm sun and the feeling of his juices oozing from my red sore gapping opening. I never saw him again to talk to, and thank. Now and again in his garden, but never caught him look through the gap in our fence to his place of retribution. My arse was sore for a couple of days if I remember which I explained away as lower back ache, and I certainly made sure the ice tray was kept well topped up for those solitary moments of private masturbation, where my fantasy if not on the pages of Mayfair or club magazine were on again being used by my mower man on our table.
