Alley Gurl

As these things usually do, it started quite normally and even innocently, I suppose. In the southern California beach town I live in, most houses face the public beach strands while the garages face small alleyways. My 2nd story windows look down into the alley and I had the direct view of my across the way neighbor's garage. That house was the residence of my neighbor - a 40ish mother who I knew from gossip entertained jocky surfer men of her own age and her son, Leo, who I learned was about 24. He was slim hipped and appeared rather feminine and I would often see him fussing with his car in the garage. Usually he was dressed in beach town clothes, a teeshirt and shorts, but some evenings as he prepared to go out he wore clubbing attire that seemed flashy and feminine. 

He didn't seem to have friends and he was always alone when he came home again. A month  ago, as the weather started warming up, I spied him in denim cut off shorts and a fishnet tank top, puttering with the engine of his old car. I decided to do a little tuning up of my own car and took down a six pack of cold beer. We waved at each other and smiled in greetings casually. After a few moments, I caught his eye and held up my beer. 

"Want one?" I asked. 

He lowered his head and shyly nodded and I walked over to his open garage doorway with a second can.
I handed it to him and his fingers lingered a moment before I released it. Up close he looked even more gurlish and I noticed a hint of makeup.
"I'm Hills, " I offered.
"Kelly, " he replied with another shy glance.
I could smell his aftershave which was sweet and spicy.
He took a long gulp of the beer and set it down, then hunched over the open hood of his car. The jean shorts were cut very high and as he bent over, my eyes were drawn to the peek of his bare dick and balls up one leg of his shorts. He was shaved smooth so I got a good look.
I couldn't help but lick my lips and feel my cock stir.
His bubble-butt ass filled the shorts nicely, too. Before he turned to look over his shoulder, I took a big swallow of my beer and readjusted my rising cock in my own jeans.

His voice was soft and velvety. "Thanks for the beer."

"No worries, Kelly. I brought down a sixer. Nothing like some cold beer on a hot day like this. What's up with your wheels?"
"Oh, nothing serious. Just a little fine tuning."
He leaned over further and I caught a longer glimpse dick and balls.
By now I was halfhard and he suddenly turned completely back around and took another long drink of his beer. The can was dripping and he wiped his slender fingers down his shorts as I watched fascinated. The tight fabric clearly outlined the curve of his dick and a generous mushroom head.
The wetness from wiping his hand made it even more appetizing.

His eyes flicked to my crotch. My own shorts were starting to tent out as my cock grew stiffer. He remained silent but I was sure there was a slight curve to his lips as he continued to look at it. As his eyes rose to mine, he seemed to whisper something I didn't quite hear.
"What?" I asked.
"Nice cock, " he repeated softly and looked aside. 

After Kelly's "Nice cock" comment, his mother had interrupted with an errand she wanted him to run and I didn't see him around the rest of the day. Just after sunset though, I peeked out of the window and saw their garage door open and a dim light on. I kept watching for awhile and eventually heard some soft music coming from the garage. I went down to my own garage, opened the door, and turned the light on. I pretended to fuss around with some tools, but still couldn't see Kelly anywhere.

Finally, he came out through a door and seeing me, he waved and walked over to me. He was wearing a mid-drift cutoff burgundy sweatshirt and tight jeans, but what drew my attention was the pink leather collar he wore around his neck. It said "Kitten" in small metal letters. He noticed me looking at it and murmured quietly, "Do you like it?:

"Yes, I do," I answered.

"Mmm, good. Got any of that beer left?" He asked.

"Yes, I do," I repeated. 'Want some?"

He looked me in the eyes and bite his lower lip. "Yes, I do," he mimicked. "I want some." He looked up and down the alleyway then stepped close enough that our bodies touched. "I want some," he said again.

I took a deep breath, feeling his heat and closeness against me. My cock started stirring again. He ran a forefinger over his collar and smiled. "Do you like it?" he asked in a whisper.

I nodded.

"Yummy," he said softly. He swayed his hips and our cocks rubbed together. "I love it," he said. His hand cupped my cock and balls and he squeezed gently. "Can I call you Daddy? I've always wanted a Daddy cock of my own."

I couldn't help shivering and answered quietly.

"You can call me Daddy."

"Yummy," he said.