A Helpful Young Neighbor Named Kent

“Mr. Bates! Mr. Bates! Are you okay?”

It is my young neighbor named Kent, son of my good pal, and buddy named Ross. He is a 19-year-old kid, but I’ve known him since he was 6 years old when Ross and his family moved into the house next door to mine. He came running out of the back door of his home.

“Are you okay, Mr. Bates? I saw you fall.” Kent asks as he lifts the garden tiller off me. And rights it in place in the dirt.

“I am fine. Fine.” I told him. “Just more embarrassed than I am hurt.”

Kent lifts the tiller and slugs it up the slight hill on to my driveway. While he was doing this I attempted to stand. But he sees me and hurries back to my side to continue with his help.

“Wait for me, sir. Let me help you up.” Kent says.

I am drenched in sweat. My salt and pepper hair plastered to my scalp. My shirt soaked and sticky to the touch from the outpouring of sweat.

It is at this time I notice what the boy is wearing. A very snug pair of black bikini briefs underwear. They are barely able to hold in all the masculinity tucked inside of the straining fabric.

“Did I interrupt something?” I ask, sheepishly.

It is then that Kent notices what he is wearing, too.

“Oops, I guess I should have slid on a pair of shorts, before I rushed outside to your aide, but I was afraid you were seriously hurt.” Kent says with a frantic tone in his voice.

Fine blonde hairs cover his muscled chest and legs and are weaving into and out of the sparsely covering black pair of snugly fitting bikini briefs. The boy is packed with muscles. Not those bulging kind from hours upon hours spent in the local gym. But earned from backbreaking hard work. He is natural. Naturally blessed in his genetics. The kid is a modern example of the hailed statue of David by da Vinci.

“Let’s get you inside, Sir.” Kent says as he grabs me back under my right shoulder as we trudge up the slight hill. “You okay, Sir.”

“I am fine. Really. Thanks to my helpful young neighbor. I am so fortunate.” I told him.

“Just trying to help, Sir.” He laments. “Just doing my best to help.”

“I know. I know. You must ignore me. Please help me! I need it.”

“It’s all gonna be okay.” Kent reassures me.

We get to the two-car carport.

“Let me have a sit for a moment. Catch my breath.” I tell him as I find a place to rest my butt upon an overturned orange 5-gallon plastic bucket from Home Depot. It is then I get another gander at this striking younger man. “On second thought, let’s get me inside. I think it’d be for the best.”

I see the boy’s cock, at a full-on hard-on peaking over the waistband of his black bikini briefs. It is like a snake peering out of a basket as a flute is played to charm it. It has charmed me just by its sight.

Once again, he gets me under my armpit and takes me inside to the interior of the house through the carport door.

“Uh, Kent.” I say once we get to the dining room table, and I take a seat. He continues to stand. “Kent, take a look…at your underwear.”

Kent looks down. The head of his cock is peaking out, over the waistband of his black bikini briefs. The boy’s cock is raging hard. He had not been aware of it.

“Shit!” He gasps at the sight of his intensely swelled boner. “Shit! Shit!”

“Shit is right, son. That is quite an impressive piece of meat, you are sporting there. I’d be proud to have a monster like that between my legs.”

“Sorry ‘bout that, Mr. Bates…I am so sorry.”

“Quit callin’ me Mr. Bates. You know my name is Dave. Call me, Dave, for fuck sakes.” Dave says. “We are both men here.”

“Sorry ‘bout that, Dave. It happens, quite a bit.” Kent explains. “A whole hell of a lot.”

“No need to apologize. Why doncha take those things off, it ain’t like they are doin’ a whole hecka of lotta good.” Dave tells him. “And besides you are a young stud, it is supposed to happen. Enjoy it.”

Kent slides the black bikini briefs down his blonde-haired legs. Once freed, his cock rebounds and is pointing like a dagger from amidst his hairy pubes and muscular thighs towards me.

“That is impressive, son. Real impressive.” I told him.

“Thank you, Sir.”

It is then I notice a pearl drop of his cum coalescing atop the crown of his cock seeping from his little piss-hole. I instinctively reach out and run from my thumb over this clear leaking juice, smearing it over the ever-reddening knob. He shivers at my touch.

“Oops, I guess I should not have done that.” I say. “Excuse my forwardness. I should not have done that.”

I feign my apology. I do not mean it. I wanted to touch it when it peered its head in the carport. Its why I rushed to get inside before I reached out to touch it.

“Naw, it is okay.” Kent says. “I was fixin’ to do it myself. But I am glad you did it. Thanks, Dave.”

Kent’s hand goes to his cock. And he begins to stroke the length of this impressive tool.

“I hope it gets a lot of use. This wonderful cock of yours. How long is it? Its mighty thick though.”

“Not as much as I would hope. Maybe seven or eight inches. And just as thick when I get really…really hard.” he says, slyly. “But maybe you can remedy that.”

“From this old man?” I say.

“You are not old, Dave. Far from it.” Kent says. “You are quite the man.”

He waves his cock at me. Tempting me. Teasing me.

“You know you want it.” Kent says. “Doncha ya?”

I did want it. Have been wanting it. Had wanted it. Since I saw his bulging speedos when he sunned outside on those hot Southern summer days.

“C’mon. Take it.” He tempts me. “Take it.”

And I do. I let my tongue go up underneath the engorged red crown tickling the underside as he gets harder and harder. This sends Kent over the edge.

“You do that to much and I am gonna bust this nut.” He tells me.

“That’d be too soon. You need to let it build up. Your juice. And enjoy it.”

“You’d know what to do. I was sure of it.” Kents tells me.

“Why are you so sure ‘bout that?”

“I’ve seen you jackin’ off at window when I laid out in the backyard near the pool.”

“You saw me?” I ask.

“I knew you were there.” Kent says. “It was why I’d go outside. I wanted you to admire me.”

“I did. I did admire you. I lusted after you. Longed for you. This is what I have wanted to do for the longest of time.”

“I know.” Kent says. “I know. A lot of men your age, look at me, that way.”

“They do?”

“Yep. The barber that cuts my hair never fails, to stroke my neck and squeeze on my arm a little too much. He looks at me like you do.”

“I am sorry.” I say.

“Don’t be.” Kent says. “It makes me hard. And I like to be hard.”

“I like you to be hard, too.”

“Suck on my cock.” Kents orders me. “And I will show you how much I like for you to admire me.”

I swallow his cock, whole, down to the nest of blond fur surrounding this young man’s hefty cock. I go up and down a few times. It does not take long. And suddenly I am rewarded with the most abundant of potent young juices. I do not waste a droplet. But gulp it all down. Drop by drop. The boy sighs and pivots in place while he attempts to remain in his standing position. Barely able to maintain his place as I swallowed him down to his pelvic root.

He is red faced and blotchy skinned as he reached that nirvana plateau from my oral machinations.

“That was good, Mr. Bates. Damn good.” Kent sighs as his skin returns to its original luster.

“I hope I can do that again?” I ask. “Soon.”

“You can.” He says. “I hope you are feeling much better?”

“I am.” I told him. “I just got the best medicine for any pain down my gullet.”

“I’d best be going.” Kent says as he grabs up his discarded black bikini briefs and forces his still inflated cock into them before he darts out the carport door.

“Did that just happen?” I say aloud.

“Yes. It did.” A voice I recognize echoes through my house from behind me.

I see him. We lock our eyes onto one another.

“Ross!” Alarm in my voice.

“Did my son taste good?” Ross asks.

“Yes.” I answer. “He did.”

“Good.” Ross says. “Now get over here and fuck me.”

Ross yanks down his shorts and present me with his hairy ass.

And I do. For the longest of time. I am so thankful for my neighbors.