Lust Thy Neighbour

I'm one of those persons where if I fancy a guy that I know casually I find it difficult to say much in their company or even look at them for too long.

You would think that a man like me in my 50s now would have overcome such insecurities but these days it's got worse.

What's even more awkward is I am in Jamaica mostly these days surrounded by thingly clad male company and on few occasions I get on dizzy street - without any narcotics necessary.

Plus the eyes never lie.

Warmer climbs means a need to take cover fearing  potential unplanned hard ons.

So there is this young chap called Mark who lives 3 houses from me in Jamaica. 

Mark is in his late 20s but I've known his parents since childhood. 

Mark is 6ft 3 and I am 6ft 1.

He has one of those engaging personalities that makes him friendly to everyone unlike the rest of his immediate family.

Mark has grown into this stocky well built black man with drop dead gorgeous eyes.  

Those arresting eyes. Hard to explain especially tagged with that precious smile.

Sometimes Mark walks around shirtless displaying some magnificent hanging moobs that are kryptonite to a mere mortal like yours truly.

Whenever Mark and I talk his stares are forceful, locked on your own eyes in ways that leaves one very uneasy and heart beating faster than normal.

His beautiful eyes are seducing and arousing and thus I am hardly thinking straight to have a coherent long conversation with Mark.

See? I'm even repeating myself here in this monologue.

So I keep talks with Mark to a minimum of a few minutes just to remain stable.

If I can, I just try to avoid Mark at all times.

Two things Mark and I have in common, no, three things are farming, love of animals and European football. 

I lie. Mark and I love books too.

I have sexual feelings for Mark in ways that even surprised me. I should be embarrassed.

Known him since he was a baby.

Who am I kidding?

So one day in July 2022 Mark came to my house to borrow my pitch fork. I was shirtless at the time and before I could put on a shirt Mark had already reached my verandah/porch and was looking in the house. Door was open.

One thing about Jamaica is you hardly ever enter someone else house unless invited.

But Mark saw my large book case and headed towards it as I went for the fork.

By the time I came back Mark was flicking through  numerous books.

He was mostly interested in Stephen Coveys The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People.

I was seriously impressed as most folks who come into my house rarely look at my  bookcase. 

(That Chris Rock joke about the best way to hide money from black people is to hide it in your books....is real!) 

Mark was impressed at the number of books I had on such a wide range of topics.

This hunk of a man was there for over an hour now and I forgot all about finding a shirt to put on. I was sitting there admiring this Atlas covertly and trying to act cool.

I would put my hand over my mouth and play with my tongue lusting at Mark.

Those eyes.

When Mark got up to leave with the fork he asked if he could come back and view the books tomorrow. I said yes.

This time I will be better prepared and definitely ensure my body language/gaydar signals are...

Next day Mark did indeed visit me to return my fork and view more of my bookcase.

I was shirtless but had used snake bites rubber to make my large nipples even stand out harder & further.

(I get a kick out of guys who are at them just to ruffle any possible Gaydar signals)

Plus I was free balling behind a multi coloured longer shorts.

Mark told me he was upset that on a number of previous  occasions I avoided engaging in long conversations and wondered if he had upset me.

I sad no and tried to leave it there.

But Mark wouldn't have it and wanted to me to expand.

What do I do now?

Could I be 100% honest and make Mark laugh at me and tell everyone in the street?

We were standing facing each other in my lounge and I couldn't look into his seducing eyes any further and turned away.

Now my freeballing dick was up ready for take off and I was desperate for Mark not to witness such unrequited eagerness on my part.

But he did see the hard dick sticking out like a satellite.

As I turned to step away Mark grabbed my left nipple and facing him he said to "it's all good" as now he held both my nips.

"Sure?"

He nodded

There we kissed as we clenched. I kissed him gently as he eyes just made mincemeat of my emotions.

So I closed them 

I pushed Mark aside and wimpishly  said "You just do not know what you do to me"

Mark was taken by my remark.

I was too. Still am.

What am I doing.. a 50+ year old black man getting all hot and bothered in such sensuous circumstances?

But I was really that emotional.

Mark seemed the mature minded one of the two and just hugged me.

"Ahhh" was me followed by a great sigh of relief.

I could feel Mark's stiff cock and put my hands in his shorts and pulled it right down and in a flash my tongue was all over his extended pipe.

"Oh yes" remarked Mark

As his ran his hands over my hair.

I turned on the tv for sounds to drown out Mark's that were getting louder and excitable.

Understandably I had never seen Mark in such relaxed position and I wondering how far we could go.

I didn't want Mark to come too early. So I took him to my bedroom where we spreaded out nakedly.

The sweat from our bodies was running like water. Average temperature here is generally in the 90s.

Here I took charge and kissed and licked Mark's entire gorgeous body slowly, playfully and like a man whose Christmas had come early.

Mark laid on his back and allowed me to do most of action. I was fine to do so 

Mark moaned he was loving my tonguing technique and he that no man or woman  has ever made him feel that way.

But Mark's penis was thick and long. It had the feel of a chisel and you could sense the heat coming of it as my tongue played with it gleefully.

Mark's comments were getting more steamy and pleasing to the ears.

He is a strongly built and in a flash turned so that I now was facing down on the bed and Mark was on top and his hard cock between my butt cheeks. 

He was rubbing his cock but thankfully Mark did not try to fuck me. 

He was rubbing his cock on the back of my thighs. He was biting my neck, tonguing my spine and leaving me headless.

Eventually Mark shot a load whilst squeezing my arm. 

I was on cloud 69 squared.

I felt like I had conquered a prey and I just had to lick up some of his cum to complete this unexpected adventure.

Mark and I have separate farms in the countryside and we use some of that time to continue indulging in our new favourite past time. 

He likes that I have a nickname for my cock (Percy) and we agreed to call his (Pepe).

It's funny now that we can have public coded chats about our cocks amongst others without them have a clue. 

You would think given the age difference that I would be mature one in this dalliance. But no, Mark is the bossy one of the two.

Mark's eyes still has that alluring effect on me.

He knows it now and man does he exploit it to his advantage and my embarrassment in the most unlikeliest situations.

Thankfully these days he is away at college miles away finishing his Masters.

Then this recent Christmas Mark suddenly appeared at my door.

Shirtless.