After almost 18 months, it was over: my relationship. He decided he didn't want to be faithful any longer. He took his stuff from my place and just like that, I was alone. I dated off and on throughout the winter, but the guys I met weren't really my type. Plus, it was winter for crying out loud which means it was cold and snowy. But finally winter relented and spring was coming. A few house in the neighborhood went up for sale, including one right next to me. I watched a few people tour the house but by late spring, I noticed a sold sign in the front yard. The young family that sold the house was nice with me and I wondered if I'd get another nice neighbor or some bigot that hated 'those gays'.
Less than a week after seeing the sold sign, I noticed a moving van in the driveway when I came home from work on day. I watched the guys move stuff in, noticing the impressive style of the family that I assumed owned the furniture. It wasn't long before I saw the couple - probably around my age. They seemed nice enough: relatively fit, big smiles and waves as I pulled in to the garage.
Over the course of the next month or so we became better acquainted. I learned they had two kids, a girl named Kylie in her late twenties and a boy, Claiton, in college. The father, Brian, was a mortgage banker and the mother, Marla, was a special ed teacher. And they were highly liberal politically, even more so than me. Which was a relief: better an ultra liberal than an ultra conservative living next to his gay guy!
As spring ended and summer approached, one evening 'over the fence', I commented on how I needed to get the lawn mower out and mow the yard.
"Jim, just wait until this weekend. Clay will be home for the summer and we'll have him mow it for you!" Marla offered.
"Oh that's not necessary" I told her.
"None sense. Clay runs a business of lawn care in the summer to help pay for his college. He'd be glad to help - and I'll make sure he does it for free; your yard isn't that big" she responded.
Not that big?!? Who'd she been talking to I thought, letting out a chuckle.
"Well, I make sure I pay him. I insist" I replied.
"Suit yourself! But at least let him do it for you - you work so hard all day long!" Her voice rang with sympathy, which I couldn't tell was genuine or because I lived alone. No matter.
That weekend, I noticed another car in their driveway when I got home. Thinking nothing of it, I went in my house and took a shower. Drying off I heard the doorbell so I pulled on some sweat pants and ran to the door.
"Coming!" I yelled, water still running down my chest. I opened the door and there stood Marla and an incredibly sexy young man to her right.
"Jim, this is Claiton. Clay, this is Jim Brandon" she said as he stuck out his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Brandon" he said, with a sideways smirk that smacked of confidence. And why shouldn't he be confident? He was stunning: black hair, hazel eyes, strong jaw line and stood eye to eye with my six foot three inch frame. I stuck out my hand.
"Pleasure" I said as I shook his hand. I felt his hand squeeze tightly as his mother started talking.
"Clay said he'd be happy to mow your yard this summer" he said as I watched Claiton's eyes scan my body down, face to crotch, and back up. Not only was he confident, but brazen. Maybe it was because I hadn't gotten any, but I swore my gaydar was pinging off this kid. Normally, I don't go for guys so young: mid thirties to fifty was my wheelhouse. But Clay...something about him peeked my interest.
"I'd be glad to" he said, still holding my hand. Being only in sweats, I had to reposition myself to hide what was happening underneath my sweats.
"What would you charge?" I asked him, still in his grasps.
"Well, mom said your yard was small but..." he quickly looked down at my growing crotch again "...it's bigger than I thought. But I'm sure we'll work something out" he said still beaming with confidence.
"Jim, you want to come to dinner tonight?" she asked.
"Thanks. But it was a long week - I think I'll just stay in with a nice cold drink tonight" I said as Claiton pulled his hand away..
"Suit yourself" she said - she said that a lot I'd find out over the course of the year.
"Mr. Brandon. Is tomorrow OK?" Claiton asked.
"Sure. What time?"
"Sometime in the afternoon, if that's OK. You don't have to be here if you have plans - I have my own equipment" he said.
"I bet you do!" I said internally, catching myself before I made it audible.
"I'll see you tomorrow!" I said.
They left and I watched them walk away through the window of my closed front door. Did I imagine that or what I wondered. If I didn't need a drink before I sure do now!
I woke up the next day, ran my errands, and settled in for a quick sandwich for lunch. Hearing the doorbell, I opened it to see Claiton standing there in his tank top, shorts and grass stained sneakers.
"You ready for me?" he asked with a sense of innocence I could tell was being faked from my benefit. His tanned arms stood out nicely against his teal green tank. His tanned legs were covered in black hair, and well muscled. His forearms were muscled and relatively hairless (at least when compared to his legs) and through the top of his tank sprouted a dozen or so chest hairs. Anyone could tell he was well fit but not a gym rat.
"Sure am! You need anything from me, Claiton?"
"Just call me Clay" he said "Oh and how do I get in to the back yard when I'm ready?"
"Just unlock the gate and it's all yours" I replied. He stepped back and grabbed his mower. I heard it fire up as I closed the door. My god, did I just get turned on by a kid in his twenties?!? That's never happened before. Even when I was in my twenties I was still in to guys older than me. It was strange, but Claiton - Clay - had something about him that got my blood churning.
A few minutes later I peeked out the window when I heard the mower stop. The ward looked really good - he even trimmed the sidewalks! I heard the mower start up in the backyard so I went in to the kitchen. I looked out the window and my legs weakened. There was Clay, pushing that mower, covered in sweat with his shirt draped over the fence. His body was delectable. His chest was hairy and soaked in sweat, with all the hairs pointing down to his stomach, which was smooth save for his belly button. His white shorts were wet with sweat, but I'm not sure how that sweat got there because it had to navigate around those abs of his. The hair on his head was stuck to his head with sweat as well. I don't remember it being that hot out today, but I wasn't complaining!
Part of me felt bad lusting after my neighbor's son, but the over half - particularly the bottom half - had no such issue. In little time, my dick was hurting as it pressed up against my jeans. I had to reach down and rearrange myself. I watched as he turned his back to me and pushed towards the end of my yard. His back was tanned and toned perfection. As he turned back towards me, he caught my stare and did one of those 'hey man' head bobs guys do with each other. I raised my glass up as visibly to thank him for a good job. God I wanted to thank him so bad!
I busied myself for a bit, trying to get my mind off of him, when I heard the mower stop. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. When I opened it, there was a soaking wet college boy standing there looking totally sexy and adorable at the same time.
"All done Mr. Brandon!" he said.
"How much do I owe you?" I asked.
"Nothing. Pro boner" he said.
"You mean Pro Bono?" I asked.
He laughed a fake laugh. "Yeah. that's what I meant to say!" as he tossed his shirt over his shoulder.
"Well, at least let me get you something to drink!" I offered.
"That would be great - it's hot out here" he said, taking off his shoes.
"Yeah, I noticed" I said without thinking. "You're soaking wet" I offered up.
He stepped in and follow me to the kitchen.
"Water, soda, lemonade..." I said as I scanned the fridge.
"Water would be great. I need to replenish" he said as I offered him a bottle.
"Recycle that, mister!" I said with a smile.
"Yes sir!" he said with a salute.
He took a long drink. "I should go. I don't want to drip all over your kitchen!"
"Right!" I said ushering him to the door. "Big plans this being your first weekend home?" I asked.
'Nah. Just staying in tonight - will have the place to myself tonight. Folks are going to Kylie's tonight for dinner."
"Oh? You're not going?" I asked
He swallowed a drink of water. "No, her boyfriend is a douche bag" he said. I laughed. "Oh, you must have met him!" he said wiping his hair back off his wet forehead.
"No, I can just relate" I said.
"What about you? No date?" he asked. I was shocked that the kid would ask such a personal question to a complete stranger that was old enough to be his father.
"No. Just a quite night at home for me, too."
"We should hang out" he said, propping himself up on the doorsill with his arm.
Instinct told me to say no, but, well, I could use the company, lest I become known as the hermit of the neighborhood.
"You know what? Sure. Sure. Let's do it. Want to come here? I don't want to invite myself in to your parents' home"
"Sure. Say six? That not too late for you old guys?" he said with another of those sext smirks.
I smiled.
"Six is fine. What kind of movies do you like?"
"Surprise me!" he said as he turned to leave. "See you tonight!"
I closed the door. What the hell was I doing?!? Tempting fate by flirting with my neighbor's son? I'm smarter than this!
The rest of the afternoon I tried to think of a way to cancel, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Five thirty rolled around and I found myself showering as if I was going on a date. What if this kid is just super friendly and my gaydar, which I haven't had to use for almost two years, needed to be tweaked and this was all in my head, I asked myself standing naked in front of the mirror. I may be in my mid forties, but I still looked damn good, I told myself. Maybe I was trying to psyche myself up, but hell, I needed to have someone pay attention to me, even if it was only in my mind. I didn't bother shaving or trimming anything as I did in past dates - dates?!? This isn't a date. What is it?
The doorbell rang at six on the nose and I opened the door. Clay was dressed in a t shirt and shorts and sneakers - very casual, which made me glad I had a re-think on my own clothes. I wore a old polo and shorts myself.
"Come on in, Clay" I said as he stepped in. "I would offer you a beer but I'm not even sure you're old enough to drink!" I said trying to gauge his age.
"I'm twenty three - so I'll take a beer" he said as I offered him a bottle. "Your parents are OK with you drinking?" I asked.
"Jim: I'm twenty three!" he said.
"I know I know, it just feels weird, you being so young here with me...." I trialed off.
"You being 'so old'" he said using finger quotes.
"Well, that's not exactly how I'd word it, but yeah" I admitted.
"I'm not the innocent little boy my mommy wants to think I am" he said twisting off the cap of the bottle.
"Fair enough" I replied.
"And you're not old. What are you, thirty?" he asked
I looked at him. "Either you're not as smart as you think you are..." he looked at me surprised "...or you are as smart as you think you are" I finished. He smiled.
We crashed on the sofa and found some alien type of movie to watch. I kept moving around on the sofa - nerves mostly.
"You ok man?" he asked. "Here" he said as he stood up and moved around behind me, grabbing my shoulders.
"I've been told I'm good at this" he said as he started kneading my shoulders. It felt amazing.
"You're not wrong, you're really good at this" I told him.
"I should be, I've almost fulfilled my hours" he replied.
"Fulfilled? Like community service!" I said with a laugh.
"Watch it old man" he said as he squeezed my neck and laughed.
"Hey, you said I'm not old earlier!"
"Well, not for me. I prefer older men" he said.
"Relax!" he said, as he felt me tense up at what he said. "You're a sexy guy, but you're my folk's neighbor" he said as he continued to squeeze my shoulders and neck. "It would be...inappropriate...for us to act on our feelings, right?" he asked seductively. Damn! I haven't had full grown men seduce me the way this kid was. He either had skills or I was super horny. Or a little of both.
"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to be coy.
"I saw the way you looked at me yesterday. And today. Much like the way I looked at you" he said as he pulled away from behind me and moved next to me on the sofa.
"You're a fucking sexy ass man that I'd like to get to know better" he said moving in closer to my face.
In what seemed like hours, but was literally seconds, I mulled around the scenario in my mind: "What if his parents find out? So what, he's an adult!" I kept telling myself. Muscle memory took over and I reached over, grabbed his face and pulled him towards me. Our lips met in an almost violent kiss. My tongue punctured his mouth and explored his wetness. And his tongue wasn’t too far behind mine in that regard.
He pushed my down and climbed on top of me, which I readily allowed. I felt the brillo-like hairy legs against mine as he struggle for, and finally found, leverage over me, our lips never parting one another. Our breathing quickened as he moved from my lips down to my neck, one of my weaknesses. I felt his beard scruff scrape the skin of my neck, until he found just the spot he wanted. I moaned with pleasure as this man-boy chewed and sucked my neck, his beard scruff scraping my skin in the process. I reluctantly push his head down closer to my collar bone to avoid any possibility of visible marks.
That didn’t seem to suit Clay well. He pulled back and sat up, his mouth red from the pressure he was putting on my neck. In one quick motion he removed his shirt and tosses it to the floor. This being the first time I’ve seen him shirtless and dry, I noticed his chest isn’t as hairy as it looked covered in sweat, which made sense, but it was still sexy. I watched his chest heave with each breath; his perfect nipples erect and standing out from his still sexy hairy, squared off pecs. I reached up and ran my hands through his chest hair – it was as soft as cotton. He smirked, seemingly pleased with his performance as he grinded against my hard on in my short. Not wanting him to have all the power, I pinched one of his perfect nipples, causing him to twitch and gasp himself.
“Take off your shirt” he commanded. “I want to see that hairy chest of yours.” I rose up, causing him to fall back on the sofa, and tossed my shirt off to the side. “Oh daddy!” he said, running his hands up my stomach and on to my hairy chest. I’ve never been called that before and I have to admit, it was a turn on. “Yes!!!” he admitted running his hands through the forest on my chest trying to find my own nipples.
I relished in this young man’s hand combing through my chest hair. The slowness and almost tenderness he caused me to feel wasn’t something I’d expected from a young, horny guy. Maybe I’ve misjudged these younger guys? Maybe this could be more fun than I’d envisioned? I looked down on him, watching him as he watched his hands explore my chest, then down my hairy stomach to my shorts, which were already stressed from my cock trying to spring forward. Without looking at me he asked “Does’ daddy want to come out and play?” as he rubbed my bulge. I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled down my boxers, allowing my cock to smack his hairy tunny with a thud. I may not be a young pup anymore, but I’ve never disappointed with my cock. Not to brag too much, but I’m almost nine inches long and very thick and heavy, which is probably why I’ve been a bottom most of my life – not many guys want to try to take such a big dick.
“Fuck!” he cooed as my throbbing cock rested on his hairy abs. “I’ve never seen a dick this big in person!” His confidence seemed to waver for a second, but he wasted no time in recovering. He pushed himself down the sofa and pulled my cock in his mouth. After a couple initial teeth scraps I positioned myself well enough so I could shove myself in to his mouth, albeit it slowly. Once I got myself as far in his wet mouth as I could, I pulled my boxers down further, allowing my sack to flop out on his chin. He reached around and wrapped his hand around my untrimmed hairy balls tightly as I pulled my cock out of his mouth, then back in. While I enjoyed face fucking my neighbor’s son – enjoying all the slurping sounds he made on my dick – I wanted to see and taste more of him as well. That’s just good bottom manners as far as I was concerned.
I pulled out of his mouth totally, spit stringing from his lips to my mushroom head. I sat back and admired this man’s body. As he caught his breath I ran my hands up his hairy thigh on to his shorts, across his own bulge, to the waistline of his shorts. “Now it’s your turn” I told him. Without missing a beat, he pulled his legs up and shorts and boxer briefs down and off. I admired his young, hard cock which was rather large in its own right: not as long as mine, but still impressive for his swimmer’s build. Clay’s cock stood straight out from a well trimmed black bush, but towards its head it curved back. From experience, I knew this is a perfect top’s cock. But two things stood out: his massive, gold ball like cock head and his enormous balls! Those hairy balls of his were large and hung down covering his asshole.
I couldn’t resist. I pushed his legs back on to his chest and bent down to his balls. I sucked and licked them as he moaned with glee. I tried to get them both in my mouth but they were too big so I had to settle for one at a time. I rolled his left one around in my mouth for a while, then change to the right one, all the while enjoying his masculine scent of young man sexuality. But it was his hole I wanted.
I pushed him nuts up and making my way to his hole I noticed, for as hairy as his balls were, his hole was rather hairless. My tongue explored the perimeter of his pink hole as Clay moaned and squirmed. I sucked on that hole of his for a while tried to make my way inside. My tongue met a lot of resistance and I noticed his was screaming in to the pillow he’d previously tossed on the floor. I sat back and watched his breathing move his entire body like I’ve never seen before.
“You OK bud?” I asked, honestly concerned.
“Yeah!” he said between breaths. “I’ve never had anyone do that before!”
He shouldn’t have told me that! Immediately I bent down again, making it my goal to puncture that virgin ass with my experience tongue. I pulled his cheeks apart and ate that ass for all I was worth, eventually making enough headway as to get the tip of my tongue inside him. Damn this kid was tight as hell! After eight or nine minutes, my mouth needed a break and, being that I accomplished my goal, I sat back once again, precum stringing from my cock to the leather of the sofa and I watched Clay lay there, breathing like he just ran a marathon.
“Fuck daddy. That was amazing” he said as he laid there, completely in my control. As he stared up to the ceiling I leaned in and licked his dick, causing it to bounce. And to my amazement, I noticed, after eating his ass, his dick was bigger than it was before. Shit, this kid wasn’t even fully hard I thought to myself. I have to have him inside me!
I licked my way up from his hairy tunny, past his smooth abs, to his hairy chest and clamped on to one of those prefect nipples. He twisted a bit, grabbed my head and held me against his chest as I played with his nipple. I could feel my wet cock smearing my natural lube all over his giant balls, his cock pressing in to my hairy stomach.
I pulled my head away, bracing myself up against his chest, and looked him straight in the eyes. “I want to fuck you” he said. He read my mind! I smiled, and fell back on the sofa. He sat up, push my legs back and out, and positioned himself to top me. Now, Clay was back in charge once again!
He positioned his head against my hole and pushed, but without lube, it was a futile effort. I may be a bottom, but it’s been months since I last had anything inside me. Instinctively, Clay squeezed my cock, milking out a big amount of precum, and lubed his own cock with it. This kid’s done this before, I thought! With no hesitation, he pushed that big piece of twenty-something meat through any built up defenses I had. Pain shot through my body! I immediately tensed up and tried to hold him still but when a young kid is horny, there’s little to stop them! I felt like I was ripped in half as that big cock buried itself fully inside me with little abandon.
But as I expected an immediate fuck fest. Once inside, Clay stopped. Wide eyed, I looked at him. He looked less like a horny animal and more like a concerned lover.
“You OK?” he asked.
After a few seconds, the pain diminished and the familiar feeling of pleasure of having a real live big man inside me returned. I smiled and shook my head ‘yes’. With eyes locked, Clay slowly back out of me entirely, my ass pushing his cock out with an audible pop. He reached up, grabbed more lube (I presume like crazy when I’m horny), lubed his cock and my hole once again, repositioned, and slowly, slid his meat back inside me. I could feel his giant cock head spread my hole open wide, then each inch slide inside. I watched his head tilt back as he help my legs out to the side and allow my hole to envelope his dick. He went deeper this time, as I felt his balls rest on my ass. He looked back down at me, a bit of sweat now visible on his forehead.
He ground his hips against my ass, his cock trying to widen my chute. But, as a skilled bottom, I know how to milk a cock. I squeezed his dick, massaging is with my ass. I was tight enough, and he was thick enough, I could feel his heart beat from his dick while it’s inside me when he stopped moving. He pulled back out almost entirely, looked at me and smirked. Then he slammed in to me. I knew he was ready.
Even as a bottom, it had been a while since I last took a cock, so I could feel each inch of him inside me as he pulled out and slammed back in. He may have down this before, but he needed to develop a rhythm. I reached down and grabbed his ass, guiding him in to a rhythm. He was a quick learner! He pushed my legs back against my chest and sat back on his ass and fucked my like a pro. My cock bounced against my hairy belly, dumping loads of precum all over, pooling in my belly button and eventually running off the side of my stomach. He breathed heavy and I groaned with delight.
I noticed he started slowing down – his thrusts weren’t as fulfilling. I leaned up, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled in down on top of me. I wrapped one leg around the back of the sofa and pushed my other leg out and away. In this new position, he seemed to slow down even more. While I wanted him to cum, I wanted to be fucked. Fucked by a young beast!
“You OK?” I asked him this time.
“Mh hmm” was the only reply I got.
“And here I thought you were some young buck – a fuck beast. You’re just a little boy in a man’s body!” I said condemningly.
He push up against my chest. “What?” he asked as he stopped fucking me.
“I thought you’d be a good fuck. But you ain’t” I said with a smirk.
“Oh fuck you!” he said with an angry chuckle.
“Come on…College Boy.: fuck me!” I demanded.
That lit a fire under him! He started to fuck me hard and fast! I could feel his balls, heavy with your man seed, slap my ass furiously. I could feel his cock pummeling my insides from all different angles. He started to make animalistic noises and sounds, sweat started to drip off of his nose and on to my face. The pleasure of being his fuck toy was intermixed with pain of that big cock of his. And my ass was becoming sore from those slapping balls!
“Yeah, that’s the College Boy I wanted!” I managed to get out between groans and gasps of my own. I could feel my eyes rolling back in to the back of my skull as I wrapped my legs around his jackhammer of a body. If I was going to be fucked by a young man, this is how it should be.
I knew I was close, but wanted to show him that even old men can cum like a champ, so as he slowed to catch his breath, I pushed up, with him still inside me, pushed him back so I was on top. By tortured cock was ready to loose it, but I held my ground. I clamped down on his cock like a bottom boss and looked his in the eye. He seemed shocked I could muster such a move so quickly, but to eliminate any sense of closure, I started bouncing up and down on his cock. He picked up the hint and started ramming himself up in to me. Those balls of his never pulled up to his body and I could hear their hairiness scratching on the leather of the sofa as they slapped with every withdraw of his cock from my hole. I braced myself on his hairy chest, pinching both nipples. My cock was bouncing between his hairy belly and mine, slinging precum everywhere. But I didn’t care. We were both caught up in the moment which I knew wouldn’t last long for either of us.
“Oh daddy I’m gonna’ cum!” he said as he reached around to pull out. “No!” I demanded. “Cum inside!” He smiled with delight as his eye closed and he tensed up. His thrusting slowed and his face grew bright red, veins on his neck becoming more prevalent. I wished I could have recorded the experience! His eyes opened and, looking at the ceiling, he made this manly groan/scream and with one hard thrust he unloaded his seed inside me. With each shot he groaned/screamed never taking his eyes off of the spot on the ceiling on which he was focused. I could feel each shot inside my hole until I too, was unloading my own loan on to him. I always cum a lot when I have a cock in me and this was no exception, especially since it’s been a while for me. I came so hard I actually shot his cock out of my hole while he was still cumming. I could feel even more of his seed shoot up my back as he plopped out of me as I watched my own white liquid coat his chin and plaster his hairy chest, totally drowning his beautiful, left nipple. I could feel his cum running out of my ass each time my ass squeezed my own cum out. Bracing myself on the dry side of his chest with one hand, I reached around to try to stop his cum leaking out of my punished hole, only to find he was still streaming his own cum out of his cock! Damn these young guys!
As my tensed body quivered back to a normal state, my cock laying in a pool of my own cum on his hairy belly, I looked down at him. I watched my cum slowly drip off his chin. The surprised look on his face made me content that I hadn’t lost my edge and that now I may embrace my ‘Daddy-ness”.
“Holy fuck!” he cried as he looked down his coated body at my resting, and pleasantly happy, one eyes monster laying on his stomach. He dropped his head back down. “Holy fuck that was amazing! I’ve never been with anyone like you!”
Part of my was surprised – how could he not? He’s sexy as fuck! But another part of me was rather pleased with myself. I playfully slapped the side of his face. “There’s more to this old man than you think!” I told him, secretly knowing inside I would haven’t been able to take too many more minutes of this young buck. But I’d never tell him that.
I reached down and grabbed my boxers, pulling them up quickly. I then used my shirt to wipe as much of my cum off of him as possible.
“I think Clay needs a shower” I suggested. “Can’t be going back home smelling like cum and sweat.”
As Clay laid there, I looked him over. His cock was still hard, but now covered in his slick cum, his stomach and chest hair, wet with my cum, reminded me of the first time I saw him shirtless mowing my yard. His chiseled chin, wet with my cum framed a smile on his face of complete contentment.
“I think you’d paid for the enough yard work for the entire summer!” he said.
“Oh?”
He sat up, reached over and grabbed my still firm cock. “Well, maybe there some room for some other payment for another job later in the season” he said with a smile. When he stood up, I got a good profile of his naked body: nice smooth ass, hairy legs, low hanging, giant balls, and a cock that was still hard.
“Shower?” he asked.
“Second door on the left” I said, pointing as I stood
“OK. Let’s go” he said
“Huh?”
He grabbed a hand full of my chest hair and pulled me. “Let’s go. Maybe Daddy can clean me up…after we get dirty again” he said as he confidentially pulled me towards the bathroom.
Well, I could use a good shower, I thought. After all, his cum is still running out of me down the back of my leg. This is going to be a good, long evening!
