Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Love Thy Neighbor
Almost every Saturday morning for the past year, Michael, a forty-three year old neighbor comes to me for a blowjob. He is a man that considers himself to be straight, but has no problems letting me suck his cock. His excuse is that he always goes out on Saturday nights and because he has a problem with premature ejaculation, he counts on me to take some of the urgency away so he can last longer when he finally get a a woman in bed.
Michael discovered my interest in sucking cock one afternoon when our next door neighbor's house was aflame. I didn't know him very well, but because it was such an urgent matter, he ended up letting himself in through our back gate to warn me that my house may be in danger also. My lover, Tommy and I were in the hot tub with one of Tommy's young tricks at the time and the three of us were oblivious to anything outside of our own little world. I was sitting on one of the spa seats sucking the boy-cock of an eighteen year old that had spent the night with us. Behind the boy was my lover, Tommy, with his eight inch cock up the boy's ass.
That's how Michael found us. I don't know how long he watched before he finally yelled out "FIRE," but when he did, it scared the hell out of all three of us. All three of us jumped in separate directions, more because there was a stranger in our back yard than because of the fire warning. Normally, the gate would have been secured, but we had left it unlocked so that our gay pizza delivery boy could let himself in without disturbing us.
Michael didn't hang around. He was probably more embarrassed than any of us, but our mood changed quickly and we got dressed and went out to the street to watch the fire department put the fire out. I don't think our home was ever threatened, but later when Tommy took his little trick back to the spa, I went to Michael's to thank him for the warning.
Michael invited me in and offered me a beer. I don't usually drink beer, but I accepted, wanting to check Michael's demeanor. I wasn't sure if he was going to panic and tell everyone in the neighborhood about the queers living on the street. I did know that he could make our lives miserable if he were some kind of homophobic that thought that we would be spreading man to man sex throughout the community.
I quickly learned that he was embarrassed. He was apologetic. He made it clear that he was straight but that he believed in our right to live our gay lifestyle if that's what we wanted to do. We ended up talking about a half dozen subjects and after a second beer, I decided it was time to go. I thanked him for coming by to warn us and apologized for causing him such embarrassment.
It wasn't until the next week on a Saturday morning that he saw me washing my car in the driveway that he approached me and asked me if I'd please come over to his place. I agreed to go. We walked in silence to his house but when we got there he said, "Do you like sucking cock a lot?"
I was taken back, but stammered that 'yes,' that's what gay men do.
"Have you ever sucked a black cock?" he asked.
Again, I was cautious, but decided to answer him honestly. "Yes. More than once. They're a lot like white cocks," I joked.
"Would you suck mine?" he asked boldly.
I looked him over. He was in his forties, sexy, neat looking except for a scruffy little goatee and mustache. "Yeah. Right now?" I asked.
"Yeah, right now," he said as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped and dropped his pants. He had no underwear and his black cock was hanging there flaccid, thick cut and very pretty.
"Do you want to sit down for this? If you'd rather stand, may I sit down?"
I asked, pointing at a kitchen chair. "Yeah. You sit," he said. I sat down in front of him and he stepped closer and I took his cock in my mouth. I skinned it back. It's flavor was a little strong. He had been mowing his grass and cutting some bushes. He probably hadn't showered yet. But, his cock was growing erect in my mouth, a feeling that I really love. As it swelled, it grew in length and circumference and soon, it was jabbing at my throat.
I was disappointed when he grunted loudly and fed me his morning load.
He pulled back immediately and started to pull his pants up.
"Listen Michael. This is a mutual adventure. It's supposed to be good for both of us. I don't like having you pull away while you're still dribbling your cum all down your leg," I said.
He looked confused as he stood up straight again. Finally, he said, "Uh...okay...you want to keep sucking?" he asked softly.
"I want to clean up the mess we made. That way, you can put it back in your pants, get on with your work and you won't have a big wet spot in front from the cum that's gonna leak out. I mean, if I'm gonna do this, I want it all," I giggled.
Michael let me take his cock back in my mouth. I licked it and even held his balls in my hand as I licked some dribble from them. I discovered some on his leg and lapped it up. He didn't make an effort to stop me until I sat up in my chair and said, "Thank you Michael. That was really hot."
He stammered as he said, "No! Thank you. It was me that wanted it."
"Not really. I wanted it too. You're just the guy that asked me to do it. I hope I did okay," I said.
"OKAY? SHIT MAN, I NEVER HAD A BLOWJOB FROM A DUDE BEFORE BUT YOU'RE BETTER THAN ANY WOMAN," he said loudly.
"Thanks, Michael. I take pride in doing a good job," I chuckled.
Afterward, he invited me for another beer and that was when he told me about his premature ejaculation issue. I'm not sure if it helps him or not, but a year later, I'm still sucking his cock but he's coming to my house because I'm not always there and Tommy takes care of him if I'm gone.