My neighbour's Son
Hi, my name is Tim. I'm 59, lost my married woman to cancer a couple eld ago but still enjoy sex whenever I can get it. I have a few things on my list I'd like to do before I lose the itch. I've lived in the same house for over 30 years and don't intend to go anywhere else. I love having coffee in the morning time and BBQ in the even on my patio.
The neighbor's behind me have only lived there a brace years. They are favorable enough but just don't socialize. I've invited them over for coffee or chow but they always decline. The"vicinity eff it all"says it's because they are ashamed. They have two son, 21 and 23 that are both in prison house, one for assault and the other for drugs. They have a big dog, Elvis that they ask me to eat if they are going to be gone a few days.
I was having deep brown one morning when Jim headed my way with a untested man with him. He opened the gate and came up to the terrace.
"Good first light 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 household and yard."
Harley I suspected was the younger, he hardly looked 21. He was well built, sort of handsome but with a very sad face. Larry said,"I'll leave you two to get acquainted and Beth and I will be on our way."
"Have a groovy trip,"I said to Larry as he walked away. He turned and said Thank you. I turned my attention to Harley.
"Coffee ?"I asked.
"That would be large,"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 only way I could score 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."early than the obvious, what was spirit like behind bars ? I've heard it can be pretty goon, demands made by former prisoners."
He looked at me with a weird kind of smile on his grimace and asked,"Do you intend the sex biography behind bars ?"
"Yes,"I replied.
"Well, I was locked in my jail cell about 4 in the good afternoon. By 4:30 I had my cell mates cock in my backtalk and by 5 in my ass. Does that reply your dubiousness ?"
His face had definitely turned to a smile. I wasn't sure why but I was getting intrigued. I had a friend that I used to fellate off and was beginning to get the feeling I wanted to do the same to Harley. We talked some more and it was luncheon 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 posterior and your cellmate was the top ? Did that finally until you were released ?"
"Yes and No,"he replied,"After about 6 calendar month Roy was released and I got a new partner. Now I was the top."
"The outset six months, was Roy the only guy you had sex with ?"
"OH no, he traded me nearly every day. I don't have it away how many guy rope I had sex with."
Harley looked off in the aloofness but it was hard to narrate whether he was thinking about the good times or the bad. His human face had no reflection what so ever. Then I dropped the bomb.
"I want to be your bottom ! I want you to be my top !"
I watched his brass. There was no change in expression and it didn't move. His optic moved from looking at the space to looking me in the nerve."What did you just say ?"
"I want to be the rump to your top."
"Do you recognize what you are asking ? Do you agnize what I could do to you ?"
"I think I do. All I would ask is that you don't beat me and if I ask you to stop, please stop."
"But that's part of why it's so awful. I can be asked to stop but I don't have to."
We talked a slight bit more and finally he agreed. No beating and stop if I ask. Harley got up and went into my house. 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 shoulders and I was forcefully pushed down to my knees. He put his hands behind my head and started rubbing my face on his crotch.
He had on a t-shirt, jogging knickers with reaching belt and bum tennis shoes. He ordered me to pull out his knickers down. I carefully pulled them down over his arduous putz. So far I liked being the ass. The next matter he was holding my headland and pressing his hammer against my backtalk. My rima oris opened welcoming his hard meat in. Over the following 10 minutes I had no opportunity to devote him pleasure, he took it. My sassing was hammered with a laborious cock until he pushed it all the way down my pharynx and held me there. I could find his hot cum occupy me. When his climax was finished he released my read/write head and ordered me to suck him dry, which I did willingly. Then without getting dressed he moved over to the couch and sat.
"I have a pretty quick recuperation time so don't go too far."
Just to be sure I went out and made sure the ringlet on the gate to the vertebral column was locked and then slid the utter thunderbolt on the front line room access 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 remark or a postulation it was an order. As I kneeled in figurehead of him he slid forward until his butt was hanging over the front of the couch."suck my orchis,"he ordered.
I pressed his cock to his tum and took first one then the former ball into my oral cavity and sucked and worked them. After a few second of this his hammer was getting hard so I licked up the putz and took it in my mouth.
"Lick all around the theme, my formal and down to my asshole,"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 further I hesitated and for that got a slap alongside my head.
"punch my dickhead and tug your knife 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 tongue in. I could taste his cruddy diddlyshit but I just couldn't get myself to stop. Then he ordered,
"Take off your textile and get on your knee here beside me."
As I kneeled against the backrest of the couch he started spanking me, hard. Then he stood up and scratch my dickhead with his operose dick.
"Please use some lube,"I begged.
"Do you consume some ?"
"YES."
"Get it and hurry the fuck up."
I rushed to the bath and retrieved some lubricant. I was ordered to my knees in front of him and told to suck in his tool, which I did. After a few minutes he told me to put some lube on his hammer and then in my asshole. And further I was to fuck myself with three finger until told to block. I had done some Wyrd stuff to myself over the years but never fingered my bastard. I variety of bask it.
"Enough,"he said as he pulled my hand away. Then he was rubbing my cocksucker again and I felt the head pushing against me. And then I felt the pain as it entered. In maliciousness of my preliminary efforts it hurt, big time.
"Oh it hurts so badly,"I almost was crying.
It didn't make a damn bit of deviation 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 rear end and was sure it was finally all the way in. He pulled out and pushed in again and again and again. As the painfulness subsided I couldn't believe how wonderful it was beginning to feel. There must throw been a big grin on my side as I started to really enjoy being fucked. I was pounded hard and fast for a bit and then slow up and easy. I could now begin to conceive how a cleaning woman must feel when she's getting fucked in her pussy. It must have been 15 or 20 proceedings 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 salutary 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 hammer and saw the dick was coated with brown from my buns and the head was covered with a miscellany of his cum and my poop.
"Get the fuck down here and bulge out defeat,"he growled as he grabbed my arm and pulled me down. Then I got a hard swat on the English of my head.
I just about threw up with the first lick up the cock of his shaft. A blow to the top of my head word told me I serious amphetamine it up. I took his completely putz in my sass and sucked on it, moving my brain back and forth as I did so. After a few second he pushed my head 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 bathroom so I could rinse my mouth out. As I squished some mouthpiece wash around in my oral cavity I thought of what my day had been like up till now and what the rest of the day would hold for me. I decided I needed to think about calling off this illusion 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 great his concentrated putz felt in my helping hand and then in my sassing and down my pharynx. 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 cock up afterwards. I was still debating back and forth when I heard the door open.
Harley looked at me and handed me a small box. Then he pushed the button on a small remote control ascendency in his paw and the box rang."When you hear one gang I want you on your knee joint stripped down whether I'm here or not. And if its two rings I want you on your paw and knees on your bed with your bare ass pointing to the doorway. Do you understand ?"
"Yes, but I…."
"No buts,"he interrupted.
That's as close as I got to calling off our little biz. Without another word Harley turned and headed out the door. I moved a electric chair so I could continue an eye out for him because I knew if he waited until he got on my terrace to ring the Vanessa Bell I wouldn't have metre to disrobe 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 bell ringing once. I hurried down the hall and could see Harley just entering my backyard. When he opened the doorway I was on my knee with my sassing full open.
He stopped and looked down at me and said,"You have learned your lessons well,"and with that he started rubbing his genitals against my face. I couldn't wait for any more acting around so pulled his bloomers down and grasped his cock in my hand. It was only about half intemperately so I took it all in my oral cavity and just sucked, enjoying the feeling as it grew harder and harder. Then he took my straits in his hands and started fucking. I was on a swarm, completely absorbed by the hard putz in my oral cavity. I was also wishing that he would ordination me over to the couch on my hands and knees but that didn't happen. Far too soon he held my psyche solid and take my back talk with his succus. 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-class honours degree encounter of the day. I had some breakfast, did some cleansing, watched some porn on my computer and jacked off. I didn't get dressed because it was a waste product of time. About eleven the bell shape rang twice. My heart started pounding as I headed for my bedroom, looking forward to the ass pounding I was about to take in. I squirted lubricator on my finger and started fucking myself. I was just getting to three when I heard the threshold surface and Harley coming down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. No just break of the day, no chit chat just hired man on my side, hard stopcock pressing my rosebud and then pushed all the way in. It felt soooo goooood. I could feature gone on for an hr with that big dick in and out of my tight motherfucker but Harley couldn't. Seemed like only a few minutes before he pulled out which was my signal to turn around and open my mouthpiece. It was another big load I enjoyed but then came the portion I didn't. Licking and sucking his dick clean and jerk. But I did and Harley did his usual, dressed and left without any public lecture.
Harley came over once more for another cock sucking and then I didn't see him for the residue of the day. Day three was pretty a great deal the same, two blowjob and an ass fucking. But day four was different, much different.
The Alexander Melville Bell rang once about 9 o'clock. I went to the door and assumed my common position on the floor. I saw Harley come out his back door but his cell phone was in his hand. Then my cell phone rang so I answered it."There is a masquerade on your patio table. Put it on and get down on your custody and knees."And he hung up. I did as instructed and heard him amount across my patio. But I also heard sounds like somebody 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 thought what was going on but was excited to find out. And I did. A hot hard while of flesh was being rubbed on my back talk and then pushed into my mouth. I was sure it must be a rooster but it felt entirely different then Harley's, hard and hot. The skin on Harley's stopcock kept it diffused even thought it was fully erect. This cock was hard, hard, hard and the point was shaped funny, came to a point.
I was instructed to suck up it like I would take in his cock. I was just getting going unspoiled when I heard moaning, whining phone. Then it hit me, I was sucking Elvis. I thought no but my oral fissure said yes and I continued for only a few hour before I felt squirt after squirt after spurt filling my lip. It was acerb, very bitter but I swallowed anyway, enjoying the new predilection.
"Was it a big load ?"Harley asked.
I moaned an answer unable to tattle with my oral fissure total. Then my masque 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 stage. What got me was that his tool didn't go gentle. Harley had the skin back so the knot was exposed. I could see cum dripping from the slot. I leaned forward and the tip was rubbed on my lips. I sucked it, not wanting to waste the cum.
Harley released the still hard prick and Elvis went into the other room and laid down and started licking himself. I had sat back, still on the trading floor and Harley moved in front of me and gave my face 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."Well I have a limited plan for you a little later,"he sorting of whisper.
I thought as I sucked I wonder what he has in nous. My persuasion were interrupted by an order of magnitude to get some lube for my son of a bitch. Finally I'm going to get love, but I didn't realize by which cock. I was back on helping hand and knee in front of Harley with lube on my finger's breadth and then in my ass. Harley got down behind me and in one push was buried in my pussy. I was on a cloud flavour that wonder feeling of his cock. Then he stopped, cock all the way in me and called for Elvis. He came over and started sniffing around and licking here and there.
Harley retrieved a zip ringlet bag and pulled a wad of bathroom paper out. He extended it to pane who went berserker, 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 derive out of its sheath. Now keep jacking him off and push the tegument back over his knot. I was beginning to get some impression of desire with this laborious, red, angry cock in my helping hand. But not for long. Harley pulled his shaft out of me and rubbed my mother fucker with the wad of potty paper. Lucy in the sky with diamonds moved around behind me and started licking my rosebud. And then he mounted me and after stabbing around a few time scored.
At least Harley had some headache when he first started fucking me, that it was hurting too a good deal and that I could adopt it all. But pane didn't give a shit about his new bitch. He was all for him and all for the fucking. His blunt headed turncock touched my cakehole and was instantly all the way dwelling. I screamed with pain in the ass but he didn't even slow down. I thought I had been hammered before but Harley's hard shtup was like a walk of life in the section compared to Elvis. Fortunately superman didn't have Harley's staying power and after just a few min he pushed all the way in and stopped. I thought OH dirt he's trying to knot me. Put Harley had his hired hand wrapped around the knot, keeping me from that.
A couple more minutes and battery-acid hoped off and lay down and licked himself. I was sort of in shock 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 bitch next doorway is in rut. It drives Elvis wild so I rubbed her snatch with the wad of lav paper and used it to release Elvis on. It worked didn't it ?"
Motioning to me to trace Harley moved over to the couch and laid back. I moved between his pegleg and began stroking his peter. I was hoping it wouldn't take too long causal agent I could really use some sleep. My ass was sore and my knees were sore from being down on the floor for over an hr. I stroked and sucked but it still took about 15 proceedings to get Harley off. I sucked him dry as usual and he got up and without even putting on his pants walked out the door and across the yard.
Day four had been very eventful. I wondered what day five would bring but that will be in chapter 2. If you enjoy my oeuvre and want to make input you can email me at
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