My Neighbor's Son
Hi, my name is Tim. I'm 59, lost my wife to cancer a couple long time ago but still enjoy sex whenever I can get it. I have a few matter on my lean I'd like to do before I lose the urge. I've lived in the same theatre for over 30 twelvemonth and don't intend to go anywhere else. I love having coffee tree in the morning and BBQ in the eve on my patio.
The neighbour's behind me have only lived there a couple years. They are friendly enough but just don't socialize. I've invited them over for coffee or eats but they always decline. The"locality know it all"says it's because they are ashamed. They have two Logos, 21 and 23 that are both in prison, one for Assault and the other for drugs. They have a big dog, dot that they ask me to feed if they are going to be gone a few 24-hour interval.
I was having burnt umber one dayspring when Jim headed my way with a untested man with him. He opened the gate and came up to the terrace.
"Good break of day Tim, I wanted to introduce my son, Harley. Beth and I will be gone for a week so Harley has come by to care for the family and yard."
Harley I suspected was the younger, he hardly looked 21. He was well built, variety of handsome but with a very sad grimace. Larry said,"I'll leave you two to get acquainted and Beth and I will be on our way."
"Have a peachy trip,"I said to Larry as he walked away. He turned and said Thank you. I turned my care to Harley.
"chocolate ?"I asked.
"That would be keen,"he replied.
We sat and talked about where his parents were going, some picture he was going to do and just yakked. Then Harley looked at me very serious.
"I don't know if you know but I just got out of prison."
I lied but answered,"No, I didn't."
"I wasn't working and the sole way I could make any money was selling drugs. I never did any, just sold them. I got 2 years. Got out early for not causing any shit while I was in."
We talked some more and I decided to ask about his life in prison house."early than the obvious, what was animation like behind bars ? I've heard it can be pretty yobbo, demands made by other prisoners."
He looked at me with a weird sort of smiling on his face and asked,"Do you mean the sex life behind bars ?"
"Yes,"I replied.
"Well, I was locked in my cellphone about 4 in the afternoon. By 4:30 I had my cell mates pecker in my mouth and by 5 in my ass. Does that serve your question ?"
His face had definitely turned to a smile. I wasn't sure why but I was getting intrigued. I had a acquaintance that I used to suck off and was beginning to get the tone I wanted to do the like to Harley. We talked some more and it was lunch time. I made sandwiches and fruit salad and we continued our conversation while we ate. After I cleared things away I asked Harley,
"So you were the buns and your cellmate was the top ? Did that survive until you were released ?"
"Yes and No,"he replied,"After about 6 months Roy was released and I got a new partner. Now I was the top."
"The first six month, was Roy the only guy you had sex with ?"
"OH no, he traded me nearly every day. I don't know how many cat I had sex with."
Harley looked off in the distance but it was hard to severalize whether he was thinking about the good multiplication or the bad. His face had no expression what so ever. Then I dropped the bomb.
"I want to be your prat ! I want you to be my top !"
I watched his boldness. There was no variety in expression and it didn't move. His eyes moved from looking at the distance to looking me in the face."What did you just say ?"
"I want to be the bottom to your top."
"Do you gain what you are asking ? Do you substantiate what I could do to you ?"
"I think I do. All I would ask is that you don't get me and if I ask you to check, please stop."
"But that's parting of why it's so terrible. I can be asked to finish but I don't have to."
We talked a piddling bit more and finally he agreed. No beating and stop if I ask. Harley got up and went into my firm. I wasn't sure what was happening but followed. I closed the door behind me and when I turned there was Harley. His hands went to my articulatio humeri and I was forcefully pushed down to my knee joint. He put his bridge player behind my head and started rubbing my human face on his crotch.
He had on a t-shirt, jogging pants with reaching smash and loafer lawn tennis horseshoe. He ordered me to deplumate his pant down. I carefully pulled them down over his severe cock. So far I liked being the bottom. The succeeding matter he was holding my head and pressing his putz against my lips. My lip opened welcoming his hard meat in. Over the adjacent 10 minutes I had no chance to founder him pleasure, he took it. My sassing was hammered with a backbreaking prick until he pushed it all the way down my pharynx and held me there. I could find his hot cum fill me. When his flood tide was finished he released my headland and ordered me to nurse him dry, which I did willingly. Then without getting dressed he moved over to the couch and sat.
"I have a pretty flying recovery fourth dimension so don't go too far."
Just to be sure I went out and made sure the lock on the gate to the back was locked and then slid the dead bolt on the front door when I came back in. I cleaned up in the kitchen and on the patio and sat across from Harley.
"Get over here on your knees !"
It wasn't a comment or a request it was an order. As I kneeled in front of him he slid forward until his butt was hanging over the front line of the couch."suction my balls,"he ordered.
I pressed his stopcock to his abdomen and took first one then the other ball into my mouth and sucked and worked them. After a few mo of this his cock was getting hard so I licked up the shaft and took it in my mouthpiece.
"salt lick all around the base, my balls and down to my shit,"I was ordered.
I wasn't too fired up about the latter but did all around his cock and his balls. As I licked down encourage I hesitated and for that got a smack alongside my head.
"salt lick my asshole and push your clapper in, right now !"
I wanted to say NO and quit right there and then but somehow the words just wouldn't come out. I licked down, then all around and pushed my glossa in. I could taste his nasty shit but I just couldn't get myself to discontinue. Then he ordered,
"Take off your textile and get on your knees here beside me."
As I kneeled against the back of the couch he started spanking me, hard. Then he stood up and rubbed my asshole with his operose dick.
"Please use some lube,"I begged.
"Do you have some ?"
"YES."
"Get it and hasten the fuck up."
I rushed to the privy and retrieved some lubricator. I was ordered to my knees in front line of him and told to absorb his dick, which I did. After a few transactions he told me to put some lube on his cock and then in my asshole. And further I was to fuck myself with three fingers until told to cease. I had done some uncanny clobber to myself over the years but never fingered my asshole. I sorting of enjoyed it.
"enough,"he said as he pulled my hand away. Then he was rubbing my dickhead again and I felt the head pushing against me. And then I felt the pain as it entered. In spite of my preliminary cause it hurt, big sentence.
"Oh it hurts so badly,"I almost was crying.
It didn't make a goddamn bit of difference to Harley, he just kept pushing. I felt it was coming out my mouth but he just kept pushing. And then I felt his hair tickling my buns and was certainly it was finally all the way in. He pulled out and pushed in again and again and again. As the pain subsided I couldn't believe how wonderful it was beginning to experience. There must have been a big smile on my face as I started to really enjoy being fucked. I was pounded hard and fast for a bit and then slow and easy. I could now set out to believe how a woman must feel when she's getting fucked in her pussy. It must experience been 15 or 20 minutes before Harley slammed me hard and then left his cock buried in my ass. I could feel him filling me up with his cum.
"Man you are a pretty right fuck,"he said,"We'll have to do this again. Now, clean me up."
"I'll get a towel,"I said.
"No, with your tongue,"He ordered.
Once again my mind thought no but my mouth wouldn't say it. I looked at his prick and saw the calamus was coated with Brown from my butt and the head was covered with a motley of his cum and my hoot.
"Get the fuck down here and get down beating,"he growled as he grabbed my arm and pulled me down. Then I got a hard swat on the side of my headway.
I just about threw up with the first lick up the shaft of his cock. A blow to the top of my head told me I ameliorate speed it up. I took his whole hammer in my sassing and sucked on it, moving my head back and Forth River as I did so. After a few minutes he pushed my top dog back and said,"Let me see."
Apparently it was clean enough because he got up and hollered"see you later,"as he headed out the door. I almost ran to the toilet so I could rinse my mouth out. As I squished some backtalk wash around in my rima oris I thought of what my day had been like up boulder clay now and what the rest of the day would hold for me. I decided I needed to remember about calling off this fantasy I was taking part in.
The more I thought the more I knew I ought to say no more but then I'd think about how cracking his hard hammer felt in my mitt and then in my mouth and down my throat. And how delicious his cum was and then how it felt to get fucked and then even how it wasn't really that bad cleaning his shaft up afterwards. I was still debating back and forth when I heard the door open.
Harley looked at me and handed me a belittled box. Then he pushed the button on a small remote control control in his hand and the box rang."When you hear one ring I want you on your knees stripped down whether I'm here or not. And if its two rings I want you on your workforce and stifle on your bed with your bare ass pointing to the door. Do you understand ?"
"Yes, but I…."
"No buts,"he interrupted.
That's as close as I got to calling off our little plot. Without another countersign Harley turned and headed out the door. I moved a chair so I could go on an eye out for him because I knew if he waited until he got on my terrace to ring the Alexander Melville Bell I wouldn't have time to undress and would be in big trouble. I went to bed around 11 and slept until about 8:30 on day 2 before I was roused by the Vanessa Stephen ringing once. I hurried down the hall and could see Harley just entering my backyard. When he opened the door I was on my stifle with my mouth extensive open.
He stopped and looked down at me and said,"You have learned your lessons well,"and with that he started rubbing his crotch against my typeface. I couldn't time lag for any Thomas More acting around so pulled his pants down and grasped his cock in my hand. It was only about half severely so I took it all in my oral fissure and just sucked, enjoying the look as it grew harder and harder. Then he took my head in his manpower and started fucking. I was on a cloud, completely absorbed by the strong peter in my mouth. I was also wishing that he would order me over to the sofa on my mitt and genu but that didn't happen. Far too soon he held my head self-coloured and occupy my mouth with his juice. I was disappointed that he hadn't fucked my ass first but was happy with the big load.
Without any conversation Harley dressed and left. I looked at the clock and it was 9:40, it had taken only about an hour for our first base confrontation of the day. I had some breakfast, did some cleaning, watched some porn on my figurer and jacked off. I didn't get dressed because it was a waste of time. About eleven the bell rang twice. My middle started pounding as I headed for my sleeping accommodation, looking forward to the ass pound I was about to meet. I squirted lube on my finger and started fucking myself. I was just getting to three when I heard the threshold open and Harley coming down the hall. No safe forenoon, no chit chat just hands on my side, difficult prick pressing my rosebud and then pushed all the way in. It felt soooo goooood. I could make gone on for an hour with that big gumshoe in and out of my close arsehole but Harley couldn't. Seemed like only a few minute before he pulled out which was my signaling to flex around and open my mouth. It was another big load I enjoyed but then came the role I didn't. Licking and sucking his prick clean. But I did and Harley did his usual, dressed and left without any talk of the town.
Harley came over once Sir Thomas More for another blowjob and then I didn't see him for the rest of the day. Day three was pretty much the Same, two cock sucking and an ass piece of ass. But day four was dissimilar, often different.
The toll rang once about 9 o'clock. I went to the door and assumed my usual billet on the floor. I saw Harley come in out his vertebral column door but his cubicle earphone was in his hand. Then my cell phone rang so I answered it."There is a masque on your patio mesa. Put it on and get down on your hands and knees."And he hung up. I did as instructed and heard him come across my patio. But I also heard sound like person with him.
As he approached me he said,"I'm loaning you out this morning, like I used to get loaned out. You'll do anything I tell you to, got it ?"
I had no idea what was going on but was excited to find out. And I did. A hot toilsome piece of flesh was being rubbed on my lips and then pushed into my mouth. I was sure it must be a peter but it felt entirely different then Harley's, severe and hot. The peel on Harley's pecker kept it soft even thought it was fully erect. This hammer was hard, hard, hard and the head was shaped queer, came to a point.
I was instructed to suck it like I would soak up his prick. I was just getting going honorable when I heard moaning, whining sounds. Then it hit me, I was sucking Elvis. I thought no but my mouth said yes and I continued for only a few second before I felt squirt after jet after squirt fill my oral fissure. It was acrimonious, very piercingly but I swallowed anyway, enjoying the new mouthful.
"Was it a big load ?"Harley asked.
I moaned an answer ineffectual to sing with my mouth wide-cut. Then my mask was removed and I could see who my new top was. Elvis was facing away from me and Harley was holding the big dick out back between his leg. What got me was that his cock didn't go diffused. Harley had the pelt back so the knot was exposed. I could see cum dripping from the slot. I leaned forward and the tip was rubbed on my backtalk. I sucked it, not wanting to waste the cum.
Harley released the still voiceless cock and Lucy in the sky with diamonds went into the former elbow room and laid down and started licking himself. I had sat back, still on the floor and Harley moved in front line of me and gave my font the usual rub. As I pulled his pants down and began playing he asked if I had ever had sex with a dog before. I moaned a no as his cock was resting in my throat."fountainhead I have a special plan for you a little later,"he sort of whispered.
I thought as I sucked I wonder what he has in mind. My thoughts were interrupted by an order to get some lube for my arse. Finally I'm going to get get it on, but I didn't realize by which cock. I was back on hands and stifle in battlefront of Harley with lubricant on my finger's breadth and then in my ass. Harley got down behind me and in one energy was buried in my slit. I was on a cloud flavour that wonder feeling of his cock. Then he stopped, cock all the way in me and called for battery-acid. He came over and started sniffing around and licking here and there.
Harley retrieved a zip lock bag and pulled a wad of crapper paper out. He extended it to Elvis who went berserk, sniffing and licking it. I couldn't understand what was going on. Harley told me to start stroking Elvis's cock, which was starting to come out of its sheath. Now keep jacking him off and advertise the skin back over his greyback. I was beginning to get some feelings of desire with this hard, red, angry cock in my hand. But not for long. Harley pulled his shaft out of me and scratch my asshole with the wad of john newspaper publisher. battery-acid moved around behind me and started licking my rosebud. And then he mounted me and after stabbing around a few multiplication scored.
At least Harley had some concern when he first started fucking me, that it was hurting too much and that I could take it all. But dose didn't give a diddley about his new gripe. He was all for him and all for the nooky. His blunt headed prick touched my hole and was instantly all the way dwelling. I screamed with annoyance but he didn't even slow down. I thought I had been hammered before but Harley's hard fucking was like a walk in the section compared to Elvis. Fortunately Elvis didn't have Harley's staying power and after just a few minutes he pushed all the way in and stopped. I thought OH horseshit he's trying to knot me. Put Harley had his hand wrapped around the air mile, keeping me from that.
A duet more minutes and dose hoped off and lay down and licked himself. I was sort of in jolt as Harley asked,"How was that ?"
"Brutal,"I answered.
"will you want to do it again ?"
"Probably."
He laughed and said,"What a trollop you are."
"What was the deal on the zip curl ?"I asked.
"Well the boxer squawk next room access is in heat. It drives Elvis wild so I rubbed her pussy with the wad of toilet composition and used it to turn Elvis on. It worked didn't it ?"
Motioning to me to follow Harley moved over to the couch and laid back. I moved between his ramification and began stroking his dick. I was hoping it wouldn't contain too long campaign I could really use some rest. My ass was sore and my knee joint were sore from being down on the floor for over an hour. I stroked and sucked but it still took about 15 minutes to get Harley off. I sucked him dry as usual and he got up and without even putting on his bloomers walked out the doorway and across the yard.
Day four had been very eventful. I wondered what day five would impart but that will be in chapter 2. If you enjoy my body of work and want to make input you can email me at
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