I live in a medium-sized city. I was born in this city and have lived here all my life,
except for the years I spent studying elsewhere. I am a 48-year-old man with an
average income. I'm not a model, but I'm still quite noticeable. I am
181 cm (5ft) tall and weigh less than 90 kilos (200 lb). I have short, light
brown hair and trendy stubble. I wear glasses and have never worn contact lenses.
On the other hand, my friends say that glasses make me look smart. Who knows.
My job involves sitting in an office and attending meetings. I talk and drink
coffee. Too much, I admit. I do yoga and fitness boxing. If I didn't exercise
I'd definitely be pretty fat. I eat whatever I like, usually something fatty or sweet.
I quit smoking years ago; it was the best decision of my decision of my life. I have no
children and live alone. I enjoy my lifestyle because I'm not responsible for anyone else,
I don't have to compromise, and I'm free.
I moved to this area about a month ago. My old neighborhood was getting
starting to get pretty restless. There were gangs starting to form, and it felt
uncomfortable to walk the streets at night. It's peaceful here.
The parks are clean, the streets are quiet, and the people are more relaxed and
friendly. The house is a two-story apartment building. The apartments are accessed
by hallways on the side of the building. My apartment is on the second floor at the end
of the hallway, which is nice because I have windows facing three different directions.
When I moved into the building, I noticed how friendly my new neighbors were. It
felt like there was a community where people cared about each other.
taken into account. Two movers who trucked in everything from the old
from the old house in one truck. When the neighbors noticed a load of moving,
many ran over to ask if they could help. Of course, I didn't refuse.
It sped up the work and I got to know my new neighbors.
Friendly people helped me: Ben, a retired man with a gray beard
with slightly off-color jokes. Anna, a middle-aged, big-breasted woman who
assumed was a lesbian. It turned out she was. She was also a lovely
person. Jim was a little over twenty, an athletic young man, almost 185 cm (6.5")
feet tall. tall. He was like a Greek sculpture.
And then Kirstie, an ordinary looking woman in her forties. Ordinary in the
way she blends into the scenery and doesn't stand out in the crowd.
She had an eighteen-year-old son, Tommy, who was slim and slightly short,
probably under 170 cm (5.7"). He said he played hockey and was into computers
as a hobby. I needed clarification on what a computer hobby was, but in all the
excitement I didn't ask.
People greeted each other in that house, and everyone always had time to talk
about this and that. It was easy to fit in when you felt accepted in the community.
I really enjoyed being and living there.
A few weeks passed. The weather was summery, sometimes it was
sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy. The people were friendly as always. One morning
the sky was gray, but I didn't bother me . What did bother me was that my laptop had
slowed down even more, and when I got home from work, it wouldn't turn on at all.
Or it would turn on, the lights would come on, but the screen would stay black. After a
while, I decided to ask for help and called a neighbor.
"Kirstie. "The voice on the phone answered.
"Hi Kirstie, it's Ed from next door. Listen, my laptop doesn't seem to be and I'm
having a bit of trouble. Can you tell me if Tommy is really as good with these with this
equi
"He certainly is; I think so. Today's young people are surprisingly good
with these things, and Tommy seems to be more interested in them than a lot more
than many others these days. "
"Would Tommy be so kind as to come and see if we could do something with that
machine? Of course, I'll pay for it. "
"Tommy's not at home; he's out somewhere, I guess he went to play football
with his friends. But he has a cell phone; I can give you his number."
"That would be very kind of you, Kirstie," I said, saving the number into my cell.
I called Tommy's number several times, but he didn't answer. About an hour later
he called back. I told him my problem and asked if he could help. The young man got
very excited and said he would come over right away to look at it. I pointed out tha
it wasn't that urgent and that he could come when it's best for him to come. It was
about fifteen minutes before the doorbell rang.
"Hey, Tommy, you were quick," I said, a little surprised.
"Of course. I said I'd be right over." He replied, wiping the
water from his face. It was still raining.
"You are really wet. Wait a second, I'll get you a towel. Leave your shoes
in the hallway." I handed Tommy a towel and he dried his hair and arms. His
white shirt was so wet that his skin was showing through.
"It's raining there. "Tommy said. "Can you believe it? "
"Heh, No shit. Take off your shirt and I'll hang it up to dry." Tommy tried to
to pull off his shirt. It was so wet it was clinging to his skin. I asked him to raise
his hands and pulled them away. I put the shirt on the hanger and Tommy
dried his body with a towel.
"Are you cold without a shirt?" I asked.
"Not at all. I'll leave this towel on my shoulders."
"I'll make some coffee, if you like, before we look at this ancient machine.
Sit by the table." I said as we walked into the kitchen. I watched the boy
secretly. His upper body was slim, but certain muscles stood out.
His chest and biceps showed the effects of the sport, even though he was
quite skinny.
"So you play hockey?" I started the conversation as I sat down at the at the
table with the hot coffee cups.
"Yeah." Tommy said, trying to drink from the cup, but it was still too hot.
"So what do you do in the summer? "I guess they play hockey in the
in the winter. "
"Well. I don't do much in the summer. I play with the guys and do some
on the computer."
"You have a sporty body." I said, trying to take a sip from the cup at the
same t
"Really?" He asked. We talked about hockey, computers, and other things
of interest to a young man his age. We finished the coffee and went into the
bedroom, where my laptop was on the bed. followed Tommy, admiring his
great body.
"You don't have a desk?" Tommy asked, wondering about the laptop on the
on the bed.
"I use my laptop so rarely that I didn't feel the need for a separate one."
Tommy sat down on the bed and took the laptop in his lap, opened the case,
and said what I already knew; it didn't work.
"I need to get into BIOS," Tommy said.
"Where is it? "I asked and Tommy started to laugh.
Tommy turned off the laptop and rebooted it. A strange program appeared
that I knew anything about.
"This is the BIOS. Or actually this is UEFI," Tommy said and started tapping
on the keys.
"What is it for?" I asked, feeling old and stupid.
"It's a program that finds and loads the operating systemwhen the compute
starts up."
"OK, there's always something new to learn. For me, it's enough to be able
to do the little things little things I do with that thing."
Tommy was typing something, moving the mouse, and talking to himself,
something I couldn't I couldn't make out.
"Can you fix it?" I asked.
"I don't know. There is obviously something wrong with the memory, maybe
RAM. Can I have a small screwdriver?" he asked.
I reached for the toolbox and Tommy looked for a screwdriver of the right
size. He turned the the laptop and started unscrewing the hatch on the back.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I asked, feeling a little insecure.
"I Do. I'm going to remove the RAM and see if there's a contact failure,"
Tommy replied without looking up from the machine.
OK, let's hope you get it fixed." I thought the boy would be working for a long
time, so I decided to do some housework. I filled the washing machine and did
my few dishes. There was no sound coming from the bedroom. I looked over
there and there was Tommy. was lying on his stomach looking at the laptop
screen. There was a video playing where man was lying on his back on a bed,
and a much younger guy was sitting on top of him. He was taking a big cock
insid
I was scared because the emergence of this trend in such a small community
wasn't necessarily to everyone's liking. I stood quietly in the doorway and at the
boy watching the video. He had his hand under his hips and was obviously
fondling himself as he watched the video. He clicked the video forward. Now the
couple were sucking each other's dicks.
I stood quietly in the doorway and watched the boy's reactions. He clearly didn't
find it negative, but rather intrigued. On the screen, the couple continued their play.
After a while, the man squirted his cum in the younger man's face. Tommy's hand
moved faster and faster under his hip. I watched intoxicated. My hand went into my
pants and squeezed my swollen cock hard. I wanted to see how Tommy would
react to being caught watching porn.
"Did you get it fixed?" I asked, looking out the door. On the laptop screen, the
man was sucking the youger one's dick. Tommy panicked and tried to turn off
the machine, but he could only managed to push it further away. Then he turned
to me, his face bright red.
"Sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to... it was stored on this device, and I just kind
of somehow opened up and..."
"It's okay, Tommy. Take it easy," I reassured the boy. I hope you are not shocked
or disgusted by what you just saw."
"Not really. I don't think so, it's just..."
"Just?
"I've never seen this before, not even online. I haven't been even looking for anything
like... like this..."
Tommy's comment put me in a situation where I had to think deeply. I saw that he had
clearly reacted to the video with interest, even excitement. But of course it didn't mean
anything. When you're young, you're very curious.
"Have you never heard that boys can do that to each other?
"Of course I have. I've just never been very interested in it."
"Would you like to watch another movie?" I asked. I had nothing more to lose,
and grabbed the mouse. Tommy didn't say anything. He looked at me, smiled shyly
and nodded his head. I thought about what kind of video to play. Nothing too
too drastic. Something slower and more erotic. The sun began to set, and the
room went dark. I turned on the table lamp and clicked to start the video.
I looked at Tommy, who was staring intently at the laptop screen, shutting out the
outside world. He was licking his lips and occasionally letting out a sigh. Without
realizing it, he moved his hips against the bed. In the video, they took off their shirts and
and caressed each other's bodies while still kissing. The younger one was about
Tommy's age.
I put my hand on Tommy's shoulder. It had been an eternity since I had touched an
eighteen-year-old. I moved my hand slightly and slowly, watching for his reaction.
He didn't react at all, just continued to stare at the movie. I stroked his neck. The hair
was boyishly short, and the back of it felt rough. I moved my hand between his
shoulder and his neck. He didn't seem to mind.
Now, in the video, the guys were lying on the floor, on the carpet. They were wearing
baggy sweatpants, and they had their hands in each other's pants, obviously wanking
their dicks. Their naked torsos were rubbing against each other, and their mouths
were wet against each other.
I moved my hand down along his bare back. I used my fingers to climb back up
to the shoulder and down again. I did this for a while and he didn't resist. I patted his
cheek several times and stroked his back again. He turned to me and asked:
"Is it nice to kiss another man? How does it feel compared to kissing a girl?"
"You can't know until you try," I replied roughly. I pressed my forehead and nose
against his. I gave him an 'Eskimo kiss', nose to nose and whispered, "Would you like
to try?" I didn't wait for an answer. Instead, I wet licked my lips and pressed the
against his. They were soft. Softer than anything before. He was trembling with
excitement; after all, it was his first kiss with another man. I stuck my tongue between his
and licked his soft mouth. I sucked his upper lip between mine and nibbled it gently with
my teeth.
Tommy put his hand on my shoulder. I rolled onto my back and pulled him onto me.
The couple's panting could be heard on the video. I reached out with my hand to squeeze
his butt; it was firm and tight, as an athlete should be. Our hips were against each other,
and to my delight I felt something hard against mine.
I turned him back onto his side and unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt, and soon it
was completely open, exposing my slightly hairy chest. He looked at me with a strange
expression on his face. He looked like he was on some kind of drug. His hips pressed
against my cock, and I wondered if he was going to get even closer.
Tommy pressed his hands to my chest and looked at them. The tanned hands
contrasted with the man who had been sitting in the office all summer. I moved my hips
and my stiff cock moved over his, of course we both had our pants on, but I could feel it.
"You're really hard," he said. I can feel it. Is it because of me?" Tommy asked, eve
though he knew very well that it was.
I poked the bulge under his belly button with my fingertip. "So are you. Is it because of
me?"
We smiled at each other and started laughing. I think the laughter was mostly out of
nervousness.
"Come here," I whispered, pulling him on top of me. We kissed passionately. Our
drooling mingled and our tongues played wildly. I ran my hands over his warm body.
He was wearing jeans, and I surprised even myself when I found myself reaching for
his belt. We turned around. I was lying half on top of him, trying to figure out the
mechanism of the belt. But it was a very standard buckle that was easy to open.
Tommy's hands were also moving along my body. When we turned around, I had
taken off my shirt and our bare chests were touching. I kissed his neck and I felt his hot
breath on my ear. It was tense and intermittent. I unbuttoned his jeans with I unbuttoned
his jeans in one motion, and it wasn't unclear to Tommy what I was doing. I put my fingers
on the the zipper and started to open it slowly.
- Nix... Nax - one zipper tooth after the other.
The soft sound of a zipper could be heard in the room. I did it slowly because it was
somehow infinitely erotic. It was already completely dark outside, and only a dim table
lamp illuminated the bedroom. If someone in the house across the street had known
to look in the right window, they might have seen something you don't see every day.
The zipper had stopped moving. The front of his pants was as open as possible. I
could feel the fabric of the underwear under my fingers. I pushed my hand just below the
waistband and felt the pubic hair.
"Can I take them off? " I asked, tugging at his jeans. The question made me nervous,
but at the same time I was quite confident because he seemed to be enjoying it.
"Uh-huh," Tommy replied, lifting his firm butt to make it easier to remove his pants.
After a while, the blue jeans were crumpled at the end of my bed, and I kicked them to the
to the floor.
I stroked his smooth body. He had a small butt and it was deliciously round. I
felt his clumsy and inexperienced fingers struggling with my belt. The young man was
doing it of his own free will. It was amazing.
"Can you do it?" I asked, barely lifting my lips from his. I pulled my stomach in a little
to loosen the belt.
"Oh, yes I can," Tommy replied without lifting his lips from the kiss.
He pulled and pushed at the belt for a while until he succeeded. The buckle fell to
the mattress with a slight metallic clink. The top button of my jeans was no problem,
but Levi's jeans have a lot of buttons. One by one, though, he unzipped them one by one
and tugged at my pants, just as I had done to his.
A young man tried to take my jeans off, but I had to help him. My jeans spilled on the
of the bed on top of Tommy's. If I had dreamed a vision of our pants on top of each in
my dark bedroom, I would have laughed at the impossible dream, but now it was all true.
Tommy was wearing traditionally styled, fitted cotton underpants. It felt crazy enough
to touch his underwear, but it felt even crazier to be able to feel the bulgeunderneath
them. His dick was eagerly hard as steel; there was no doubt that my surprise lover was
was enjoying every moment. There was a wet spot on the underpants. Pre-cum, I knew.
That was a good sign too.He stroked the shaft of my throbbing cock in my boxers. He did it
carefully; it was something new and interesting for him.
"Grap it tight," I whispered. The boy gently squeezed the shaft of my cock. "This way,"
I said, squeezing his organ. He squeezed harder; it felt good. My cock had been squeezed
before, often, but never with such an uncertain, probing hand, and it increased my heat,
if that was even possible. Finally, I slipped my hand into his underwear and took his naked
and nice dick in my grip. It was a pretty typical size willing penis.
Tommy followed my lead and took my bare cock in his hand. He moved his hand slowly,
my foreskin giving way to a smooth movement.
"That's nice," Tommy said as if to himself. "Can I see it?"
I was completely surprised by the request.
"Do you want to take these off?" I said, meaning my boxer.
"Huh!" Tommy sighed. I lifted my hips slightly and Tommy pulled my underwear down to
my ankles. My cock was resting against my stomach, and in the dim light I could see that
it was so swollen, that the blood vessels were bulging on its surface. I hadn't had sex in a while,
and I hadn't masturbated in a week, so I was afraid I was going to cum right away when he
picked it up. He grabbed it in his hand. Luckily, I had recently tidied up my pubic hair; an
untidy mess could have been an unpleasant sight to such inexperienced eyes.
"If only the guys could see me now," Tommy said, giggling nervously meaning his friends.
My stiff cock had grown so large that his fingers could barely reach around its base.
He jerked my cock and was curious.
"Have you fucked with this it a lot?"
"Pretty much, yes," I replied.
He paused for a moment and looked at me with an uncertain and slightly frightened expression.
"I'm a virgin."
I wasn't surprised, many 18-year-olds are virgins, and his awkwardness gave a clear picture.
"No girls either?"
"Never," he replied, looking thoughtfully at my cock.
"But you wanted to."
My question was clearly leading.
"Yes. I wanted to," he said. "And I still want to."
"This?" I said sucking his neck.
"Mmm... Fuck yes."
"Good," I said and gave him a wet kiss.
I rolled over so that Tommy was underneath me. I kissed his ear and moved down to
lick his soft skin. I squatted in front of the boy and sucked on his nipples. First one, and
then another. The small, firm nubs above the hairless, flat chest were something so
exciting that my breath almost stopped. I could have sucked and licked them until
morning, but I knew there were more delicious things to taste.
I dipped my tongue into the pit of his navel, at the same time caressing his body
all over with my hands. He sighed and let it all happen with pleasure. My chin touched
something soft but stiff. I lowered my head. Tommy's hard cock rested hard on his
pubic mound, pointing toward his navel, where it almost reached.
I put my head back down and kissed the head of his cock, Tommy let out a loud moan
and shook his hips. He breathed hard into his lungs and whispered...
"Ed."
Tommy's voice was barely audible in the room. I answered him with my lips pressed
against his cock,
"Yes, Tommy."
"I'm losing my virginity tonight, aren't I?"
"If that's what you want. Then yes."
"I want to," Tommy sighed and I continued to explore his body feeling excited.
I pressed my tongue to the base of the horny cock, right where the balls end and
the shaft begins. Then I wet my mouth thoroughly and licked the entire shaft of the
wonderful thing right down to the knob. It was magnificent. I gently grabbed his tight
nuts and started licking up and down the shaft of the delicious member. Tommy
responded to my movements by rolling his hips against my face.
I felt a slight vibration. There was a faint sound of music. Tommy put his hand
under his butt and pulled out his cell phone. It had fallen out of his pocket while he was
setting up the. He looked at the screen.
"Oh crap," he said in a disappointed tone.
"What is it?" I asked, watching the light on the phone, and his slightly frightened face.
"It's Georgie! He is my best friend. I promised to bring him his baseball bat tonight. He forgot
left it at my house this morning. I have to take this."
It pissed me off. The promise of an good sex turned into a huge disappointment. I could only hear
Tommy's part of the conversation.
"Yeah, I know, I know, I'm really sorry, but I can't right now."
"I'm at Ed's.
"He's my neighbor."
"I'm fixing his computer."
"I don't know how long it will take."
While Tommy talked to his friend, I licked his hard dick.
"How so, what do you mean? I'm not out of breath," Tommy continued the conversation while I
gave him fellatio.
"Do I sound weird? No, I don't sound weird. I'm really in the middle of something important.
I can't leave this unfinished, believe me. You just have to wait till morning."
Tommy hung up with a sigh of annoyance. I took his balls in my fingers and rolled them gently
sucking on his dick at the same time. Then I lifted my head and continued to stroke it, and asked:
"I bet you jerked off?"
Tommy lifted his head slightly and answered in a husky voice, speaking indistinctly.
"Yeshh."
"To orgasm?"
"Uh-huh."
"Nice."
I took his dick in my mouth again and sucked it with pleasure, but made sure he didn't cum.
Whenever I realized he was close, I slowed down. Now that I knew the boy next door wanted
o know all about man-on-man sex, I felt really lucky.
"Would you like to suck me off too?" I asked, almost knowing what he would say.
"Wow, sure. Will you let me?" Tommy sounded excited.
I turned to lie on the bed next to the boy and asked him to get on top of me. He crawled
on top of me and lowered his ass in front of my face. He grabbed my steel hard member and
licked the tip. I felt like I was losing my mind. An eighteen-year-old boy was actually playing
with my dick, and I wasn't dreaming, it was real.
I didn't have to ask him to take it in his mouth, he had learned it from me. His mouth was
hot and wet as he began to suck me. I kissed his buttocks until I put my head between them.
I touched his asshole with my tongue and he flinched. I did it again and he mumbled
something, he sounded like he liked it.
I pressed my face between his buttocks and pushed my tongue as deep as I could into his
hole. I could feel it throbbing. It tightened and loosened until it finally relaxed. I started to
push my tongue deeper into him. Of course it didn't go very deep. I took his dick in my
hand and squeezed it, and he started panting loudly.
My cock was no longer in his mouth. He lifted his head and arched his back. He howled like a
lone. His asshole throbbed in the same rhythm as his stiff organ. A young man had a violent
orgasm on my face. His cock throbbed against my chest and I felt the warm, wet cum
spread between our skin. He pushed his ass in my face in ecstasy and I continued to lick it
until he finally collapsed on top of me, panting.
Tommy still held on to my stiff cock. After a while he started to slowly jerk it and then took it into his
in his mouth. He scraped it with his teeth at first, but I explained how to suck and lick without biting.
He was a quick learner, better than many I've face fucked. I asked him to turn around so I could
watch him eat my cock.
It seemed miraculous that the eighteen-year-old boy next door was actually sucking me off in my
own bed. He did it with his eyes closed, concentrating on doing it right. Then he spit the cock out
of his mouth and kept jerking off.
"You've got a great cock," Tommy said, admiring my member in his hand.
"It's all yours, Tommy," I said, urging the boy to continue. I told him I'd be cuming very soon. He too
my hungry cock in his mouth and began to suck it, imitating the way I had sucked him. He rolled his
tongue around the knob and then sucked hard, moving his head quickly.
"Ahh, Tommy. Damn, wonderful!" I moaned on the verge of orgasm. "Can I cum in your mouth?"
"Ummh," Tommy replied with cock in his mouth, and I interpreted that as consent. And almost
at that very moment I felt that familiar itch that comes just before the first shot flies out. There
was a lot of cum, I could feel it bulging in the shaft as it rushed out. I knew it was flying at high
pressure. Tommy coughed my cock out of his mouth. The next load flew high into the air and
landed somewhere far from the bed.
He swallowed the first spurt and opened his mouth again in front of my cock. Sperm flew,
pulsating into the eager mouth. He tried to eat it all, but it spilled onto his jaw and my balls.
My liquid of love were on his face and hair. Semen poured from his cheekbones and there
seemed to be no end to the pumping. My bottom was burning and the top of my head was
almost frozen.
The eighteen-year-old boy was covered with my cum; I don't know if a more erotic sight could
be imagined. Even though my cock had stopped throbbing, it was still stiff in Tommy's hand.
White, transparent, shiny slime still oozed from the tip, and Tommy licked it into his mouth.
The fluid was now dripping down the young man's face. The fluid that was meant to make
babies was now dripping down the young man's face.
"Sex has never been this good," I sighed breathlessly.
"Really?" Tommy asked. He looked me in the eyes as he licked me.
"Yeah, I'm not lying, Tommy. Sex has never felt so good. Not with anyone." Tommy
smiled at me, and somehow he seemed shy after all we'd been through. "Are you thirsty?"
"Yes, I am; I just noticed."
"Get us something from the fridge. Apparently the sperm didn't quench your thirst,"
I laughed as Tommygot up from the bed and headed for the kitchen. I looked at him and
noticed again how small he was. Shortand sinewy. But his dick was hard and erect.
Obviously he wasn't going to finish yet. I looked at the clock and saw that it was already
past ten. I wondered how much time we had to continue our naughty game.
"Do you have to be home by a certain time?" I asked.
"Hey, I'm almost adult! My mom can't tell me."
We sat side by side on the bed, leaning against the wall, drinking Coke. I looked down at
Tommy's slender legs and athletic thighs. A little higher up, toward his navel, was a rigid
organ. There was nothing to hide or be ashamed of. I had just had sex with a barely
legal boy next door, licked his ass, and came in his mouth. cum in his mouth.
My dick began to harden again.
Tommy noticed my erection and looked at me.
"What were you thinking?" I asked smiling as he alternated between my eyes and my
cock.
"I was wondering what it would feel like..." He said, biting his lower lip. He grabbed my
cock and squeezed it.
"What do you mean?" I had no idea what was going through the boy's mind.
"I was wondering what it would feel like if you put this in my butt," Tommy said thoughtfully,
looking at my manhood.
My heart skipped a beat... no, two. Of course I wanted to fuck him, I just didn't know how to
ask; Now he was thinking it out loud, clearly willing to try.
"We can try, that would be great." My heart pounded in my chest. Could I really fuck an
eighteen year old virgin boy in the ass?
"Okay," Tommy said with a boyish grin, a voice full of enthusiasm. "Tell me how?
"There's a tube in the desk drawer over there. The kind that looks a little bit like a tube
of toothpaste, but bigger. I pointed to the bedside table. Tommy picked up the tube, which
was half full. It wasn't the first time time I had anal sex in my bed, but it was certainly the
first time I had sex with the virgin neighbor boy.
I put a lot of lube on the head and shaft of my cock and asked Tommy to get on top of me.
I told him he could take me in at his own pace and stop when he felt like it. I moved
forward a little and aimed my cock at the opening of his asshole. I heard him groan in pain
as his asshole began to open, but he didn't stop.
He was very turned on and relaxed, and that, combined with the thick layer of slick lube on
my cock, allowed him to take it slowly deeper. It made a delicious squelching sound as the
lubed cock was out of his tight asshole. He sighed as my cock sank all the way into his
depths and leaned forward to kiss me with his rosy lips.
"You're so tight and hot, Tommy; you don't know how much your whole body pleases me."
I sighed. Tommy continued to kiss me. My cock was now buried deep in his asshole, my hips
against his butt as my cock rubbed hard against the sensitive prostate in his hole.
He squirmed on top of me, my cock twisting and moving deep in and out. I wanted him to
feel complete control over the meaty cock inside him.
I lifted him off of me. Then I stacked some pillows. He got his ass on top of them and I
pushed myself all the way in with one thrust. Then I started to fuck him with hard strokes.
He pushed himself towards me, and started to moan. I loved the feel of his tight sphincter
and intestines around my horny gay cock.
I grabbed his purple dick and started jerking it as I drilled his tightly stuffed ass. Delicious
hole sucked my cock and I saw the lube running from his ass to my balls. The end of the bed
hit the wall. A neighbor's sweet 18-year-old boy just got hard, mature meat in his ass
without his mother knowing, behind the wall, in the apartment next door.
The thought of it turned me eben more on and I couldn't hold back any longer. My cock
began to throb and shoot hot juice into the tight ass. Tommy moaned and his butt tightened
around my penis. His dick throbbed in my fingers and shot cum onto my chest. We had a
simultaneous orgasm. I moaned loud. Very loud. And so did Tommy. We were both panting
at the peak of our pleasure, sharing orgasm.
Tommy's sphincter was throbbing and his tight anus felt even tighter. I continued to
push until I had emptied my sacks inside the young man.
We were on top of each other and our skin felt sweaty. The room smelled of sex. My bed
looked like it had been run over by a herd of elephants. There were wet spots here and
there, semen and lube. Their scent mixed with the sweat. Tommy was in my arms; his body
felt hot and fragile. We kissed and hugged.
The sex had been very good, the best. To this day I haven't fucked better than Tommy.
We became good friends. More than friends.
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