Connor had just finished mowing the lawn when the moving truck showed up. The house next door had been sold recently, and he was curious to see who had bought it. His wife was hoping it was another young married couple around their age. Two movers hopped out of the truck, and a pickup truck pulled up behind it and parked in front of our house.
A tall, fairly in shape man in his 50s stepped out, and Connor figured his wife was in for disappointment. If only he knew how right he was… The man spotted Connor and a big smile appeared on his face. He gave a quick wave as he rounded his vehicle.
“Hi! I guess I’m your new neighbor!” he said, walking up Connor’s driveway. “Sorry about parking here, but the movers should be fairly quick”.
He extended his large hand towards Connor, who self consciously wiped his sweaty hand on his shirt. “No problem, don’t need the spot. Welcome to the neighborhood!” The man took Connor’s smaller hand in his hand and squeezed tightly. He clapped his other hand on Connor’s shoulder and squeezed there too.
Connor wasn’t the most touchy feely or sociable person, and felt a bit uncomfortable at this sudden contact. The man continued “Thanks, I’m Brad, I just started a new job so completely new to the area. Glad to be getting a fresh start.” He let go of Connor’s hand but his other hand lingered on his shoulder.
“Sure, I’m Connor. Nice to meet you, my wife and I have lived here a couple years, it’s a nice quiet neighborhood.” Connor said. Brad was one of those very charismatic people Connor could tell, piercing blue eyes never breaking contact, a big smile on his face. Finally Brad gave Connor’s shoulder a squeeze and slid his hand down his bicep then off his arm.
“You’ll have to let me know which gym you go to. I can tell that you work out.” Brad said, and his eyes scanned down Connor’s body. Connor noticed Brad’s physique as well, he was a few inches taller than Connor’s 5 '10, and had fairly large arms, but a slight belly pushed out from his large frame.
“Yea… There's one just downtown, behind the pharmacy. Not very big but convenient.” Connor found himself uncomfortable with so much eye contact, and how close Brad was standing to him. He took a step back almost unconsciously and looked at the truck.
“Got a lot of stuff?” Connor asked, feeling a bit lame.
“Half as much as I used to.” Brad laughed, “Just got divorced, like I said it’s a fresh start for me. New town, new job, new everything.”
“Oh shit sorry” Connor mumbled, not sure what else to say. Brad continued to beam at him, and Connor suddenly wondered if Brad was in sales. He had such a direct manner and Connor searched for an exit to the conversation.
“Well it was great to meet you, I’m sure you’ve got lots to do, and I should finish up and get back to work.”
“Ah, you work from home?” Brad asked. “I will be as well most days, looks like we’ll be coworkers too!”
“Yea, I work in software. Just using the lunch break to get some yard work done.” Connor said, backing into his garage.
“Great, well I’ll see you around!” Brad said, then turned and headed towards the movers.
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“Did I hear a moving truck?” his wife Sara asked as he came into the house. She worked from home on Fridays, which was nice because he was alone all the rest of the week.
“Yea, sorry babe, it’s not another couple like you were hoping.” Connor said.
“Darn, oh well did you meet them?” She asked.
“Yep, Brad, he’s alone and in his 50’s I’d say?”
“Oh, well did he seem nice?”
“Yea friendly, but very talkative, I’m guessing he’s in sales or something. He’s divorced, new to the area.”
“Ok, well maybe next time it will be a couple. Maybe you guys can be friends though.” Sara said, sounding disappointed.
“I don’t know, he seems like a lot. Very talkative”
“That wouldn’t be the worst thing for you, you need friends! You guys could watch football or something. You are home almost all of the time now that you're working remotely!”
“Yea, maybe. I’m gonna shower and get back to it.” Connor said, heading for their bedroom.
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Connor didn’t see Brad again until the next day. He went out to do some weed whipping he had neglected yesterday, and saw that Brad was unloading some stuff from his truck, now parked in his driveway. Brad looked up and those piercing eyes locked onto his. The same huge smile lit his face up, Connor waved and tried to turn away but Brad was gesturing.
Connor sighed internally, and took his ear buds out. “Hey what’s up?” he asked.
“Hey good to see you buddy! Back to the yard work huh? I can tell I’m gonna have to be on top of my game with you as a neighbor.” Brad said as he walked over into Connor’s driveway.
“No not really, just didn’t finish up yesterday. How’d the movers do?” Connor asked to be polite.
“Great! Those guys had the truck unloaded in no time, just gotta unpack everything, the worst part.” He said, beaming at Connor.
“Yea…” Connor responded, failing to think of anything else to say.
“Hey, would you mind helping me carry something in from my truck? It didn’t fit in the moving truck.” Brad asked.
“Oh yea, no problem!” Connor followed Brad over to the tailgate of his truck.
“Thanks, it’s my weight bench. I tend to work out a lot.”
“Yea I could tell.” popped out of Connor’s mouth, he immediately felt embarrassed.
“Oh yea?” Brad smiled at him.
“Yea, and I mean you asked about the gym…” Connor responded, not making eye contact. He hated how uncomfortable he felt, but he was always this way with new people.
“Thanks, trying to keep myself in good enough shape, I have to start dating now I guess.” Brad said laughing. “Ok you grab that end, we’re heading to the basement.”
Connor helped ease the weight bench out of the bed, and together they carried it through the front door. Brad went backwards leading the way. “Lot’s to unpack, but I had to get my man cave set up first of course.” Connor grunted and nodded. “Just down here, don’t worry about the weight shifting, just keep your end up, I’ve got you.”
Connor helped take it down the stairs to a finished basement. There was a kitchenette with a bar, a few pieces of gym equipment and boxes stacked up around the place.
“This is awesome! Our basement isn’t finished yet.” Connor said.
“Yea, definitely a requirement for me, needed a big space for TV and home gym. I’m even gonna set up a Sauna!” They brought the weight bench over to a corner, and Connor let out a sigh.
“Sorry about that.” Brad said as he placed his hand on Connor’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
“No problem, just a little awkward carrying it like that.” Connor responded. A giant TV hung on the wall in front of a loveseat. “Woh, that’s huge!”
“Yea, you like that?” Brad asked with his hand still on Connor’s shoulder. “I had to get it set up as soon as possible. I’m a huge college football fan, I didn’t want to miss any games today.”
“Oh cool, me too!” Connor felt a bit more at ease with the man, knowing there was something in common to talk about. “I went to State so I never miss a game.”
“Oh nice. Yeah, that was a good win last night.” Brad said, finally removing his hand from Connor’s shoulder. “You should come over some time, we can watch a game, drink some beer. Maybe later today? Michigan and Oklahoma are playing at 7:30.”
Connor was glad to have an excuse. “We’re going out to dinner tonight.”
“Cool, cool. Offer stands anytime, maybe tomorrow? The NFL has some good games on.”
“Yea maybe, we’ll see.” Connor said.
“Thanks again.” Brad said, gesturing back towards the stairs. “Glad to have a fit, helpful neighbor.”
“Yea no problem.” Connor said as he started up the stairs.
“Hey let’s swap numbers.” Brad said, as he followed behind. “Just in case you need your mail collected, trash can taken out, that sort of thing.”
“Sure” Connor said, at the top of the stairs he recited his number as Brad typed it into his phone.
“There we go, message sent. Thanks again!” Brad said as he pulled the front door fully open. He placed his hand on the small of Connor’s back, making him uncomfortable again as he passed out the door. He never understood why some people had to be so handsy.
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Connor hadn’t really considered taking Brad up on his request to hang out. He wasn’t the most social guy and the older man made him feel uncomfortable with his directness and how handsy he was. At dinner that night Sara brought him up again.
“So he asked you to hang out?” Sara asked.
“Yea but I don’t know, he’s just probably not somebody I’d be friends with.” Connor said.
“Oh come on, you don’t have any friends! Since college you’ve been a total loner except for me and my friends' boyfriends.” Sara laughed.
“Yea, he’s just a bit much you know? And he kept putting his hand on my shoulder.” Connor replied.
“You’re being ridiculous. No wonder there is a male loneliness problem, just watch a football game with him sometime.” Sara said.
“Yea maybe, I don’t know he was probably just offering to be nice.”
“Yea, people are nice. You talk to nice people and be friends. It’s not that complicated.” Sara said, shaking her head.
When they got home Connor hoped he’d get lucky after their date, but Sara said she had a headache and wanted to go to bed.
“And please don’t watch your game too loud, you know it goes right through the wall to our bedroom.” Sara asked, giving him a kiss on the forehead.
“Yes dear” he said, feigning exasperation, and she punched him playfully on the arm. Connor turned the TV on, volume low, and switched over to watch some football.
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The next day passed lazily, Connor and Sara sleeping in late, then making breakfast and watching TV. They were discussing how to spend their afternoon when he got a text from Brad.
“Hey, I'm gonna be hanging out, watching football all day. Got some IPAs and snacks. Feel free to come over anytime!” It read.
“What’s the face?” Sara asked. He leaned over to show her the text message, “Oh he’s so nice! You have to go!”
“It will be awkward.” Connor complained.
“You’re awkward, come on he’s probably lonely, and he’s making an effort. Go and hang out, if you don’t have fun it’s not like you have to do it again.” Sara said.
“Yea I guess, but let’s go get some lunch now.”
“Ok, and I want to stop by the gardening center”
“Sounds good.” Connor said as he typed a quick, “Thanks! Maybe later today!” to Brad.
After dinner at home, Connor and Sara watched a bit of TV on the couch.
“That’s it for me, I’ve got to get ready for bed” Sara said.
“Come on, it’s only eight!” Connor complained.
“Yea, but I want to read, and I have to get up at six, it’s a big day at the office tomorrow. We have our big budget meeting.” Sara said, getting up. Connor sighed and grabbed the remote, switching over to football. “Hey, you should go to the neighbors, he’s probably sad you haven’t taken him up on his offer.”
“I don’t really want to.”
“You have to, I talked with him a bit outside today when I was potting my flowers, he seems nice. Just go over there for a bit, then you can make an excuse if it’s not fun.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this under duress.” he sighed, standing up.
“Thank you.” Sara hugged him and gave him a quick kiss. “And be nice!”
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Connor felt awkward standing on Brad’s front porch. He had grabbed a 6 pack from the fridge and headed over. He really hated meeting new people, but he’d also feel awkward if he turned down Brad’s polite offer, and that TV was pretty sweet… He rang the doorbell, no going back now he thought. The door opened after a bit, and Brad stood there in a tank top and shorts.
“Hey, I was wondering if I’d see you today!” Brad said. “Come on in! Hey thanks for bringing beer, can never have enough!”
“Yea.” Connor said. Stepping inside and closing the door.
“Shoes can go right there. Here I’ll take those.” He said, taking the beers from Connor’ hands.
“Let’s get downstairs, games on!” Brad said, leading the way towards the basement stairs. Connor kicked off his shoes and followed after. Downstairs Brad was behind the bar with the fridge open.
“Got your beers in here, but try this IPA I just found.” Brad opened it and handed it to him.
“Thanks!” Connor said and took a sip. It was good but tasted strong, he checked the can and saw nine percent on it.
“Yea it’s a strong one, come on have a seat.” Brad said heading to the love seat. “Sorry about the tight seating, this is all I’ve got for now, gonna shop for a sectional eventually.”
Connor followed and sat down next to him. It was tight, but comfortable. They began chatting about the game on TV, and their favorite NFL teams and soon Connor was feeling relaxed. He felt silly about being so nervous to hang out. Before he knew it he was buzzing from his first beer.
“Another beer? Something stronger?” Brad asked after some time.
“Another beer is good, maybe just one of the ones I brought.” Connor said, they were only 5% so he wouldn’t get wasted.
Brad came back with the beers, and handed Connor his.
“Do you mind if I smoke? Weed not cigarettes" Brad asked. He picked up a wooden box that had been sitting next to the couch and opened it. Inside Connor saw lighters, joints, and what he guessed were edibles.
“No problem, it’s your house.” Connor said. He was surprised, but weed was legal now and he knew lots of people did it.
“You ever smoke?” Brad asked, putting a joint in his mouth and picking out a lighter.
“Not much since college, Sara never really liked smoking so I fell out of the habit.” Connor said.
“Yea, my ex-wife didn’t really like it either. I view it a lot like beer, just helps me relax a bit. And no hangover.” He lit up and took a hit. Soon the smell was floating all around.
“That smell takes me back haha, we used to get high every night at State.” Connor said.
“Here take a hit, it’s pretty mellow stuff.” Brad offered the joint.
Connor hesitated, it had been a while since he smoked, but what the hell he felt good. He grabbed the offered joint and took a hit. After blowing out the smoke he immediately started coughing.
“Oh man it has been awhile.” Brad laughed good naturedly.
“Yea I guess so.” Connor took a sip of beer, but kept coughing. He hunched over a bit to cough into his hand. Brad placed his hand on Connor’s back and patted him firmly a few times below his shoulders.
“You ok?” Brad asked, his big hand still on Connor's back. He started rubbing while Connor kept coughing, trying to clear the tickle from his throat.
“Yea, shit I’m just out of practice.” He felt a bit weird about Brad rubbing his back, but appreciated the concern.
“No worries, we’ll get you back in stoner shape.” Brad said, lifting his hand from Connor’s back.
After that they went back to watching the game, the second quarter was drawing to a close, and Brad had passed Connor the joint a few more times. Suddenly the weed hit him hard, it had been so long since he smoked and he felt planted to the couch.
“You ok man?” Brad asked.
“Yea.” Connor said, hoping to sound normal. “Weed’s hitting, it’s been awhile.”
“I’ll get you some water, that usually helps.” Brad patted Connor’s knee with his big hand, then got up. He came back from the bar with two bottles of water, and sat back down. His legs were spread wide and his leg pressed against Connors. Connor again thought about how some people were so nonchalant with physical touch, but soon all of his attention was focused on opening the water bottle in what would look like a normal way. The cold water did feel good.
“Thanks,” he said.
“No problem, I’ll take care of you.” Brad smiled at him, and placed a big hand on his knee again.
Connor smiled, and felt relieved when Brad withdrew his hand, but he realized their legs were still touching. He could feel Brad’s hairy leg on his own bare skin and felt uncomfortable again.
“Oh, halftime, we can switch over to my media server and watch something else during.” He picked up the remote and changed inputs. Suddenly the image switched from the teams filing to the locker rooms to a naked woman getting railed by a huge muscle bound man. She was screaming in pleasure and her huge tits were bouncing as the man railed her on the edge of a bed. Connor jumped in shock, the weed and alcohol had his mind buzzing and he had not been prepared for anything like this.
“Oh shit, sorry I forgot this was the last thing I had playing. It’s a new setup, still getting used to it.” Brad laughed but didn’t do anything to change what was playing.
“Wow.” was all Connor could say. He was mesmerized by the huge image, he had never seen porn on a screen this big before.
“Yea, it’s amazing how real things look on a eight-five inch display like this. Part of the reason why I wanted this TV.” Brad said. Connor was suddenly fervently aware of their skin touching. His relaxation had melted, but he was still buzzing. He couldn’t think what to do so just sat there, staring at the screen.
“I’ve got all sorts of stuff saved. You like porn?” Brad asked. Connor could tell Brad was looking at him, but couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact.
“Yea sure.” he responded weakly.
“What kind of stuff? Stuff like this, big muscly guys and girls with huge fake tits? Look at her taking that monster.” Brad asked. He pushed his knee into Connors and with a start Connor felt that his cock was beginning to stiffen.
“I don’t know, just regular stuff.” He placed his beer over his crotch, trying to prevent Brad from noticing.
“Yea I’ve got all sorts of stuff on here.” Brad hit a button and an interface popped up. The couple having sex moved to the top right of the display, and more thumbnails appeared in a grid and started playing silently. Brad began navigating down through the gallery. Connor’s eyes darted from a woman blowing a man, to two women kissing, to more sex between huge muscley guys and big titted women. Brad kept scrolling down through more of the same when Connor saw video of two men having sex, the one man was small and bent over a couch, with a huge muscled man behind him fucking him. Connor was shocked, and it must have shown on his face.
“Shit sorry yeah I’ve got some bi and gay stuff too, you never know what mood will strike.” Brad laughed.
Connor had never seen gay porn before and was mesmerized. Suddenly the big man grabbed the smaller one by the neck and pulled his head back to face him. His tongue dove into the smaller man' s mouth, and they kissed passionately as he continued to drive into his ass with powerful strokes.
“Shit I’m getting hard, weed always makes me horny.” Brad laughed, Connor looked over and saw him stroking himself through his shorts. “Sorry man, I can’t help it.”
Connor was speechless, Brad’s erection looked huge in his thin athletic shorts. He felt like he couldn’t breath, his heart was pounding from the weed, and he felt his own cock getting harder. He held it down with the hand holding his beer, but the pressure he was putting on his head as it fought to rise up started to feel good.
“I… I don’t” he started to say but drifted off.
“It’s alright man, all kinds of shit can turn you on, doesn’t mean anything. This the one you’re staring at?” Brad selected the one of the two men fucking over the side of the couch and it went fullscreen and full volume.
“You take my dick so fucking good.” The big man said, as the little man squealed at the fucking he was getting.
“Yea, love seeing big muscley guys fuck women, men you name it.” Brad said as he kept stroking through his shorts. Connor’s eyes returned to watch Brad’s hand as it stroked his growing erection. It was standing almost straight up now, fighting the fabric of his shorts. It looked massive, at least eight inches long and thick, compared to Connor's own cock. He realized he was gently rubbing his own cock as he stared at Brad’s straining against his shorts. Slowly he looked up into Brad's smiling face.
“Have you ever jerked off with a buddy before?” He asked, as their eyes locked. Brad’s smile was different than before, he looked almost predatory. A shiver went through Connor.
“No… I’m not, I m-mean…” Connor stuttered.
“It’s ok, just a reaction to the porn, I gotta jerk off, weed makes me too damn horny.” Without another word he stood, pulled his shorts down to his ankles, and sat back down. Connor had a glimpse of his firm muscled ass and then when he sat back down Brad’s huge cock sprang into view. He watched mesmerized as Brad began to stroke it.
“Fuck that feels good. Can’t see porn like this and not get hard.” He said.
Connor looked back at the screen, the big muscled man had pushed the smaller man's head down into the couch cushions and was laying on top of him, sliding his cock in and out with slow but powerful strokes.
“Look at him taking that cock, he loves it. You can stroke if you want.”
Brad swallowed, his cock felt so good against his hand. Almost without thought he put his beer on the side table and began to rub his cock through his own shorts. His heart was pounding and he felt like he was going to pass out. He couldn’t believe this was happening, it didn’t feel like real life. He shivered and his cock strained as he rubbed it.
“Might as well get it out, here I’ve got some lube we can stroke with.” He reached down next to the couch and produced a big pump bottle. With his left hand he squirted some onto his cock, as his right kept stroking, rubbing the clear fluid up and down the shaft. Connor ogled the huge piece of meat as it glistened in the light. “Come on man, don’t make me stroke alone.”
Again, feeling like it wasn’t quite happening to him, Connor unbuttoned himself, and pulled his shorts down enough so that his straining cock broke free as well. It felt so strangely sexy to be here, sitting half naked next to another man. The porn on the screen was blaring, the sound of the small man being fucked, the big man grunting as he dominated the other man.
“Here you go bud.” Brad said as he leaned over and squirted some of the lube straight onto Connor’s cock. It felt like such an intimate gesture, Brad grabbed his slippery cock and began stroking himself as well.
“There you go, that feel good?” Brad asked.
“Yea…” Connor said shyly. His heart was pounding in his chest. Again his eyes drifted down to Brad’s cock. He saw the veins sticking out of the right side, the way the head glistened and deformed as Brad’s hand squeezed it, and how the lube was dripping and pooling around his pubes and balls. Connor began to stroke harder. He was intensely aware of their thighs touching, Brad’s felt hot and hairy against his. Involuntarily he pressed his leg a bit harder into Brads, spreading his legs a bit wider as he stroked.
“Have you ever seen one this big?” Brad asked, at Connor’s slight head shake he laughed. “Yea I bet not, especially if you haven’t jerked off with buds before. Yours is nice too. Here, why don’t you get more comfortable?” Brad stopped stroking and grabbed Connor’s shorts where they hung around his knees and with one strong jerk pulled them to the floor. His hand slid back up Connor’s calves, to his knee, to his thigh, and Connor shuttered at the contact as he kept stroking his unbelievably hard cock.
“That’s better.” Brad slid his hand back to his own cock again. Their naked thighs and knees were pressed up against each other now, and the heat pouring off of the man felt incredible. “Aren’t you gonna watch the porn?”
Connor realized with a sudden jolt that he had just been staring at Brad’s cock for a while. He looked back at the TV, the small man had flipped over onto his back, and the two were in missionary now. The sex was much gentler, as the large man nuzzled the smaller man’s neck, and grinded against his ass, completely buried in him.
“Is this good? Or should we watch something else?”
Connor couldn’t think, didn’t trust himself to speak.
“How about this?” Brad went back to the gallery, he navigated quickly down to another clip and selected it. Connor thought he seemed to know exactly what he wanted. The video went fullscreen and in it two men were standing in a gym locker room, making out and stroking each other’s cocks. Their oiled, muscular bodies glistened as they writhed and stroked.
“This gives me an idea, stop stroking.” Brad said, with a tone of mischief in his voice. Connor’s hands went to his side, and before he knew it Brad’s huge hand was wrapped around Connor’s cock, squeezing and stroking it.
“Oh my god.” Connor reached out to stop him, this wasn’t right, but he only grabbed at Brad’s hand half-heartedly. He felt so good.
“Now you grab me.” Brad said.
“What?”
“Stroke my cock, come on, it's fun to play with a big one.” He was so close, his cock leaned towards Connor. Brads’ thumb reached up and rubbed along the slit at the edge of Connor’s cock. His whole body shook with the sensation. The man’s huge hand working his penis felt so sexy, he wanted to know what it would feel like in his hands. He needed it. He reached out and wrapped his left hand around Brad’s cock. The massive organ felt hot and rigid. He marveled at how the lube felt hot, how his hand slipped around it, how powerful it felt.
“That’s right, stroke me, while I stroke you.” Brad whispered. Connor nodded, his whole body was focused on the feelings in his own cock and the feel of Brad’s meat in his hand. He wanted Brad to feel as good as he was feeling. He stroked up around the head and back down.
“Fuck yea, that’s it.” Brad groaned. The sound sent another shiver through him. He felt so incredibly turned on, he stared at the tip of Brad’s cock, his balls, his thick muscular thighs.
Brad began stroking Connor quickly, the sensation was incredible, his tight hand fully engulfed Connor's cock. He moaned and shook.
“Are you getting close? Cum for me bud.” Connor simply held Brad’s cock as he began to lose control. He squeezed it tight around the base as Brad’s hand worked just slightly up and down around his cock head. Squeezing it tighter than anything Brad had felt before.
“Fuck I’m gonna…” Connor said, then he did, suddenly erupting. Brad kept up his vigorous pace as Connor’s cum shot up into the air, landing on his thighs and the couch. His cock felt so incredible, he was bucking his thighs up, fucking against Brad’s hand as the orgasm overtook him, his whole mind going blank.
Then it was over, and he lay back against the couch seat, taking huge breaths of air.
“Fuck that was hot.” Brad said almost casually, as the realization of what he’d just done came to Connor. “Let me cum quick then we’ll clean up.” He scooped up some of Connor’s cum, and began stroking himself with it for extra lube. Connor stared in amazement as Brad quickly worked himself to his own orgasm, and loudly grunted as he came, his cum spraying and mixing with Connor’s own.
Connor tried to slow his breathing. His heart was pounding in his head, but it began to ease as he continued breathing.
“Let me get some tissues.” Connor watched as Brad walked over to the bar and grabbed a box of tissues. His shorts were completely off and his muscular ass was on full display as he sauntered over to the bar. He turned around, his thick cock dangling as he walked back to the couch. “Here you go.” He knelt and began wiping down Connor’s legs with a few bunched tissues. Connor felt embarrassed, like he was a child being taken care of. But he was too flustered to speak. Brad was gentle, wiping all of the cum from his thighs and off his cock. He jumped when Brad wiped around his sensitive cock.
“There we go, can’t send you home all messy.” Brad winked at him. “You all right? Was this your first time?”
“Uh… Yea. I should go.” Connor wanted to stand, to pull up his shorts and get out of here. But Brad was kneeling in front of him and if he stood he’d be pushing his crotch right into Brad’s face.
“I get it, the first time is a bit weird. No worries.” Brad stood and Connor reached over to pull up his shorts. Standing he buckled his fly, and stared at the ground.
“I… we shouldn’t have done that. I’m married.” Finally Connor looked up at Brad, who was still smiling huge.
“I know, but it was no big deal, just a couple of guys having fun. I’ll keep your secret.”
Connor felt relief flood through him, he just had to get out of here, forget this happened. “Right, well I should go, work in the morning.”
“Don’t want to stay for the second half? Maybe a second go?” Brad asked.
“No, getting too late.” Connor started to head for the stairs, his ears burning with embarrassment now. He felt so incredibly warm.
“Alright, well thanks again for hanging out.” Brad called after him.
Connor didn’t say anything else, just headed up the stairs, and quickly got out of Brad’s front door. The cool night air was a huge relief, he stopped to take a breath and check himself. His zipper was half undone and he cursed as he quickly pulled it up. He looked down the sidewalk both ways but no one was out walking.
He made his way across the lawn to his house, his legs felt shaky and his mind was racing. How had that just happened? The weed had hit him hard, then the porn, his erection and the excitement of the moment… Images of Brad’s cock, his thighs jumped into Connor's mind. Fuck he’d just been jerked off by a guy! And touched another guy's cock!
He opened the front door and entered the house as quietly as possible. He made his way over to the couch and sank into it. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. He couldn’t believe he fucked up like this. One stupid night of weed and a mistake. Now he had to live next to this pervert for years, every time they talked he’d remember it. Shit what was he gonna tell Sara? She’d wonder why he’d be avoiding their new neighbor like the plague. He felt panic rising but remembered Brad saying he’d keep his secret. His secret, like it had been Connor’s doing. Fuck. The weed and alcohol still had him spinning. After a glass of water, he’d go to bed, tomorrow this would seem like a bad dream.
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Connor awoke the next morning to the sound of the shower running. It was Sara up early before heading to the office he remembered. Then all at once the previous night rushed back to him. His heart began to pound and he took a shuddering breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He reached into his boxers and felt his pubes and cock were coated in dried lube and… He couldn’t believe that happened. His weed haze last night had let him pass out shortly after hitting the pillows but he was wide awake now.
He quickly got up and put shorts and a t-shirt on, before Sara got out of the shower. He went to get a glass of water, and started the coffee. By the time Sara came out he was sitting over an uneaten bowl of raisin bran. He felt so guilty, his mind was racing with thoughts, but mainly he kept thinking: try to act normal, try to act normal…
“Hey, you ok? You look off” Sara asked.
“Oh yea, just tired.”
“Too many beers? How was the neighbor’s house?” She asked. Connor nearly dropped his spoon, and stared down at his bowl.
“Yea I guess, nine percent IPAs. It was ok, a bit awkward. We didn’t talk much. I left at half time.” Connor tried not to speak too quickly.
“Aww that’s too bad. You’ll have to try harder.” Sara went to pour coffee into her travel mug. Connor’s phone suddenly buzzed on the table, a message notification appeared on the lock screen. Connor saw “Brad (Neighbor)” and his heart dropped. Sara leaned over. “Who’s that this early in the morning?”
“I don’t know.” He tried to casually grab the phone, but Sara was standing by his left shoulder. He couldn’t angle it away from her. The message simply read “Had a great time last night bud! Hope we can do it again.”
“Oh that’s so sweet!” Sara said, slapping his shoulder. “You’ve finally made a friend!”
Connor just shrugged, not trusting himself to talk, his heart pounding in his chest. He bent over his bowl and forced himself to eat.
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After Sara left Connor sat down in his home office and tried to work, but his thoughts kept drifting to the night before. He still couldn’t believe he’d allowed this to happen. He was never smoking weed again. His mind kept drifting back to the same things. How Brad’s cock had felt in his hand, how his orgasm had shook him, and Brad scooping up his cum and using it to finish himself off. That was so raw and sexual, so dirty.
His eyes were staring past his laptop screen and he realized he was getting hard. What the fuck, this stranger had groped him, and now he was getting hard at the thought? This felt like just as much of a betrayal to Sara, that he was sober but still turned on. But he sat there, his cock aching against his sweatpants, and could not take his mind off the night before.
Without much thought he decided to jerk off, get it out of his system, clear his mind. He did that often enough working from home on slow days. He got up to close the blinds, put his work computer to sleep, and opened his personal laptop. He went to PornHub and just scrolled the home page, he clicked something lesbian, sheepishly wanting to avoid any guys. He pulled his cock down and began stroking.
Almost immediately images from last night flashed into his mind. What the hell was wrong with him. The images of Brad scooping up the cum, the feel of his hand on Connor’s legs, seeing him rub the cum on himself. Suddenly Connor was cumming, just like that. Fuck he hadn’t been ready. His cum shot all over the floor, but he didn’t stop, he kept pumping himself until he was empty.
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Connor jerked off once more that day. After both times he had some relief, and was able to at least give some focus to work, responding to some emails, but getting nothing done really. He alternated between guilt, worrying about Sara finding out, and anger at his neighbor. The more he thought about it, he felt taken advantage of. Brad had fed him beer and weed and then started groping him! He hadn’t said no, but he blamed that on the weed. Despite his anger, the second time he jerked off he didn’t even load porn, just tried to cum as fast as possible, with images of the night before in his mind…
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He was quiet with Sara that night. She was tired after her long day and didn’t seem to notice, but he could barely make small talk. Feeling the guilt and shame that had compounded through the day. They ate dinner in front of the TV, and afterwards she decided to take another shower, saying she felt grimy from the day. While he waited in front of the TV he felt his phone buzz and pulled it out.
Brad (Neighbor): Last night was fun, you should come over for Monday Night Football!
Connor couldn’t believe it, this guy was sick. Why did he think Connor wanted anything to do with him again? He wanted to type that, but realized Sara might see this conversation, he couldn’t put anything. He decided to ignore it, that should send a message. No response.
Sara rejoined him after her shower and they cuddled up together to watch Jeopardy. She felt nice, soft and warm and he grabbed tightly onto her. Feeling crazy that the last person he’d touched like this wasn’t her. He told himself never to take her for granted again. Halfway through the show there was a knock at their front door and Connor’s stomach dropped. Sara got up to answer it, and his worst fear was confirmed when he saw Brad’s beaming face at their front door.
“Hey Sara, hey Bud, sorry but you left your beer last night. Figured you might want them back.” Brad said, holding up the 5 remaining cans.
Connor jumped up, wanting to get Brad away as quickly as possible. “Oh yea, thanks.” He took them from Brad, hoping he would leave.
“How are you settling in?” Sara asked. Fuck of course she’d make small talk. He felt his face getting hot.
“Great, my new job starts next week, so I’ve got time to unpack, make myself at home. I’m glad to have found such friendly neighbors.” Brad said to Sara, then turned his huge smile towards Connor and nodded.
“Yea, I heard the beers were flowing last night.” Sara laughed, elbowing Connor in the arm.
“Ah… haha” Connor said awkwardly.
“Oh yea, we got pretty wild. Boys will be boys. Anyway, enjoy your night. Connor, feel free to come by, Monday Night Football, should be a good one!” Brad said, backing away from the door.
“Thanks.” Connor said.
“Bye!” Sara said, closing the door. “Oh he was so nice! And he seems to really like you. I can’t imagine last night was so bad. You just aren’t used to socializing!”
Socializing, right, Connor thought as he wobbled back to the couch.
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After Sara went to bed, Connor sat alone in the living room. He’d turned on the TV, but even now the football game made it impossible not to think of last night. Great even football was tainted, he thought. Why had Brad really come to their door? Was he taunting Connor, showing up since he hadn’t responded to his text? Fuck how had he gotten in this situation.
His phone buzzed again, and he knew who it was. He pulled it from his pocket and read “Hey bud, come back over. I’ve got the game on, we can have more fun ;)” Fuck, how was he supposed to explain that if Sara saw it.
“No thanks” he quickly responded.
“Aww why not, didn’t you have fun last night?” came back almost instantly. He felt dread, Brad was toying with him.
“No” he shot off.
“What part didn’t you like?” Brad texted. What could he say to that? The part where you got me high, grabbed my dick and made me touch yours. Fuck he couldn’t have that in his phone. He set it face down on the couch. Thoughts of last night were making his dick hard again. What the fuck? He felt sick that this pervert was having that effect on him.
His phone buzzed again. “Tell me what you didn’t like, and I won’t bother you again.”
“I can’t.” He responded simply.
“Come over, we can talk.” Brad said. Connor laughed, yea right. He wanted to give this guy a piece of his mind, but he didn’t want to be anywhere near him. He sat, staring blankly at the TV, unable to focus. He had to tell him off, what choice did he have? The thought of walking over to Brad’s house again though made his heart beat. His cock stiffened a bit more. Fuck.
He went to the kitchen and got a cold glass of water. Drinking that helped a bit. Then he splashed cold water from the sink on his face. He would go over, tell Brad off for getting him high, and taking advantage of him, and tell him he didn’t want to see him again. To stop texting him. He had to end this now.
He put on his shoes and quietly stepped out the front door. Crossing over to Brad’s yard and front porch he tried to rehearse what he would say, but his mind was racing. Brad swung the door open as he stepped onto the porch, he’d been waiting.
“Hey bud, come on in.” Brad stood there shirtless, nothing on but gym shorts. Fuck, he quickly looked up and down the street to see if anyone was coming. What would they think if they saw him sneaking over to his half-naked neighbors house.
“Just for a minute.” Connor said. He followed Brad inside, who shut the door and immediately headed through the open door to the basement.
“Come on, let’s talk down here.” Brad said over his shoulder. Fuck this wasn’t what Connor had pictured. A quick telling off and he’d be gone. He wanted to step back outside, get away, but he knew he’d just get another text, another innocent drop-in when Sara was awake. He had to end this shit now. He kicked off his shoes like the night before, and followed him down. The smell of weed was in the air, and he found Brad leaning against the bar, his now familiar grin beaming at Connor. He glanced at the TV, which was playing porn again but muted. On it two men were fucking, and he quickly looked away. His cheeks flushed, Brad was messing with him, toying with him. Brad just smiled at him, saying nothing. Connor tried to avoid looking at his big pecs, the tummy that protruded slightly below it, and the thick body hair. He looked up but found Brad’s direct stare equally disconcerting.
“I… I can’t do this.” Connor said.
“Do what?” Brad asked, all innocence.
“What we did… last night. It wasn’t right. I’m married, I’m straight.” Connor half whispered. He couldn’t keep his eyes on Brad’s face and stared at the carpet.
“You liked it though.” Brad said.
“No! I mean I was high.” Connor said looking back up. “I shouldn’t have smoked.”
“I liked it too.” Brad said, he leaned back and jutted his hips forward. Connor’s eyes were drawn down to Brad’s crotch. He could see now the outline of Brad’s cock, stiffening in his thin shorts. His heart started pounding, and he swallowed. “I like playing with you, you got me so hard, I loved how nervous you were. How hard you got. Seeing you watch gay porn for the first time. The way you bucked against my hand, fucking it until you came.”
Fuck, the way Brad was talking about him made him feel uneasy, but something else as well. His words sent a thrill through him, hearing someone else talk about him like that. Connors eyes darted back to the TV, on it the two men were fucking missionary, kissing vigorously. The man on the bottom’s mouth was being violated by the tongue of the larger man fucking him, and he had his arms and legs desperately around him as though keeping him from escaping.
He realized his cock was stiffening as well. The front of his shorts was tenting up at the push of his growing erection.
“There we go.” Brad said, sounding triumphant. “No weed now, but look how excited you’re getting.” He was rubbing his cock through his shorts.
“No… I…” Connor whispered, eyes drawn back to the TV again.
Brad bent and lowered his shorts to the ground, and kicked them away. His cock was fully on display, and Connor couldn’t help but stare at it, jutting proudly. Brad reached down and gripped it.
“Look how excited I’m getting.” He growled.
“I…” Connor said, but he couldn’t look away. His own cock had become rigid. He held his hands ineffectively in front of his waist, trying in vain to hide it.
“It’s just a bit of fun, it’s harmless.” Brad said, hand working his own cock head, stroking himself as he stepped towards Connor. “I can show you lots of new things. Make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” In a few steps he was right in front of Connor, stroking his engorged cock. Brad’s breath caught, he felt so powerless. He couldn’t think. Brad stepped closer, and placed one large hand on the small of Connor’s back. His hand felt hot and strong through the fabric of his t-shirt. He thrust his crotch forward, grinding his cock into Connor’s own. The pressure against his cockhead felt electric. Almost involuntarily he felt himself pressing back to increase the pressure on his cock. Brad’s other hand began rubbing Connor’s arm.
“There we go.” Brad said, grinding into Connor. Connor moaned, feeling powerless in Brad’s embrace, but so turned on. Brad began pulling at the bottom of Connor’s shirt, and soon had it lifted over his head.
“I don’t…” Connor started, but then Brad grasped him, their bare chests pressed together and Connor couldn’t speak. Brad continued grinding, and then his hand slipped down between them and grasped Connor’s cock through his shorts. He leaned into Brad, moaning in pleasure at his touch. He felt Brad’s face lower onto his neck, and moaned again as stubbly lips began kissing, and licking at him. He felt hot all over, and Brad’s hand was teasing the head of his cock through the shorts. He couldn’t believe how good this felt.
Suddenly Brad dropped to his knees and began unbuckling Connor’s shorts. Connor stood mutely, feeling frozen. Brad pulled and Connor’s cock sprung free. Bouncing right in front of Brad’s face. With one quick movement, Brad grabbed the base with one hand and enveloped Connor’s entire cock in his mouth and throat.
“Oh my god!” Connor felt his knees go weak at the sudden warm sensation. Brad wasted no time, and began working the shaft in and out of his mouth, his warm felt so incredibly warm and tight. Connor hadn’t had a blowjob like this in his life. He closed his eyes and found his hands both on top of Brad’s head, grasping onto the man’s curly salt and pepper hair as though for support. Meanwhile Brad’s hands had found their way to Connor’s ass, squeezing and kneading his cheeks forcefully. The sensation was another new thrill for Connor, and he felt powerless as Brad mercilessly swallowed his cock and forcefully played with his ass. One of the hands drifted down between his legs, and he felt fingers pushing hard against his taint. He squirmed at the feeling, it felt almost too good, and he felt himself coming closer to the edge, he was going to cum any minute in this man’s mouth. He didn’t care, it felt so good and he just wanted to cum into this tight warmness, he needed to.
As though he sensed this, Brad suddenly stopped his assault on Connor’s cock. He lazily licked the tip as he continued to push hard against Brad’s taint. Connor suddenly felt able to breathe and gasped noisily, but felt frustrated. He had been so close, and now Brad was just teasing his cockhead with his tongue. Brad began to slowly stroke him with his other hand.
“Didn’t want you to cum too soon. That would ruin our fun. Let’s get you over to the couch, it’s more comfortable.” Brad said. He stood, still stroking Connor’s cock, and led him over by the cock like it was a leash. Connor felt like Brad had total control of his body, the way he was leading him by the cock made him feel like a toy and he would never have guessed at the thrill it sent through him. At this moment, he would follow Brad anywhere.
Brad pushed Connor onto the love seat, then reached for the remote and unmuted the TV. The sound of the two men fucking suddenly filled the room. The sounds of groaning, moaning, and slapping flesh washed over him. Brad was shuffling around next to the couch and brought out his weed box. Connor knew he should say no, but the memory of the weed haze he’d been in last night sounded so good right now. He wanted that warm haze, and to cum just like he had last night. Brad smiled as he lit a joint and puffed, then passed it to Connor. Connor took it without a word and took a big hit.
“Good boy, you keep that.” Brad said, as he dropped back to his knees. He took Connor into his mouth again, but worked up and down the shaft slowly. Connor moaned in pleasure, and took another hit of the joint. It was bizarre watching this man's face licking and slurping on his cock. The masculine features, short hair, and stubble around the lips hadn’t ever been in his sexual fantasies before but he didn’t feel repulsed now. The way Brad seemed eager for his cock, like he needed it was so powerful, the sexual energy of the man was stunning in a way he had never felt before. He felt like he was the only thing that existed right now for him. Brad looked up and their eyes locked, and he flushed. He looked up to the TV, at the two men still fucking there.
“I’m gonna fucking breed your ass so good. You’re such a good bitch.” The larger man said, as the man he fucked writhed in pleasure. Then there was a close up of his huge cock going in and out of the man’s ass. Connor couldn’t believe it slid in with such ease. He couldn’t help wondering what it must feel like.
“You like that?” Brad asked, going back to just stroking Connor. His hand worked expertly, running firmly over the glans of his cockhead.
“I don’t… It just feels so good.” Connor said.
“Yea I bet Sara can’t suck cock like this.” Brad said. The mention of Sara cooled Connor’s lust down a bit, the realization of what he’d allowed to happen again hitting him. He’d meant to put a stop to this, now he was letting Brad suck his cock. “It’s alright, no woman can suck cock as good as a man.”
With that Brad started back in, sticking his tongue out and working the tip over the underside of Connor’s cockhead. Connor gasped, but didn’t look away from Brad’s eyes this time. The look of lust he saw, Brad’s clear need for him, his relish in Connor’s pleasure was so erotic. He stared back as Brad continued to tease him with his tongue and then kissed the tip of his cock, before swallowing him between his lips again. Connor watched the expert display, feeling like he was in a porno. He found he was thrusting against Brad’s mouth slightly, clenching and raising his ass to meet Brad. He felt Brad hand slipping between his legs and pushing against his taint again. The pressure felt so good now, almost making him feel like he had to pee, but the pleasure was undeniable. After a few moments of this he felt the finger slip lower, and began to circle his asshole. He began to panic, but the sensation was electric, he closed his eyes and leaned back into the couch. He felt Brad’s throat engulfing him as his hole continued to be teased. He knew he was going to blast soon.
He almost moaned in frustration as he felt his cock slip from between Brad’s mouth again, and his hand withdrew from his ass. “Let’s try this.” Brad said with a smile. His hands slipped around Connor's waist and he pulled him towards him so his ass was half hanging off of the couch. He felt so small in Brad’s strong grip
“Wha-” Connor started to ask, but Brad’s face dove between his ass cheeks, and suddenly his wet tongue was writhing uncontrollably on Connor’s bare asshole. “Oh fuck- “ Connor yelled, his head falling back against the couch. He was almost seeing stars behind his closed eyes, the sensation was so intense. Brad’s hand reached up and began stroking mercilessly at Connor’s cock. The sensation of tongue wildly licking and the strong hand rubbing his cock felt so fucking incredible. Brad was making loud slurping sounds on Connor’s ass, and the noise only drove him crazier. He found himself lifting his legs to give Brad better access, then wrapping his legs around Brad’s head. He felt so vulnerable, but so wildly turned on. Brad was stroking him at a frantic pace, and he felt his orgasm beginning. His toes curled as the tongue pressed against his asshole, writhing and wiggling, and he felt himself going over the edge. He curled up towards Brad as he began to cum. His cock spurted wildly, and he felt it splashing on his belly, and then dribbling down his cock. He had cum hard last night, but this felt even more incredible. He thrust as best he could, mashing his ass against Brad’s face and moaning as he continued to spurt.
Soon it was too much, and he tried to weakly pull himself away from Brad’s onslaught. He slowed down but didn’t release Connor. He continued to slowly stroke this cock, milking every drop as it continued to weakly dribble out. He stopped his hungry assault on Connors hole, and began kissing his way up Connor’s thighs, as his leg weakly fell to either side. Brad’s kissing continued, up to Connor’s stomach. He stared in shock as Brad began licking and slurping up his cum. First from his belly, then down into the pubes. He felt numb. Post orgasm clarity was tamped down by the weed that was beginning to take effect. He felt raunchy and dirty watching this man lick semen from the base of his cock, but he couldn’t look away. Brad seemed hungry for it, like he loved it, and Connor found himself wondering what it tasted like…
Brad finished, and was gently massaging Connor’s thighs as he tried to get his breathing under control. He took deep breaths, and his mind raced. What the fuck had just happened? The memory of Brad eating his ass was so humiliating, but it has also felt so incredible. Brad smiled at him as he continued rubbing his hot hands up and down Connor’s naked thighs.
“Was that better than the handjob?” Brad asked teasingly.
“Yea…” was all Connor could say.
“Never had your ass eaten before?” Brad asked.
“No… I…” Connor struggled to respond, his cheeks felt flush, though his entire body felt hot.
“Yea, most women won’t do it. But for a lot of men it can be the most incredible sensation.” He lowered his face and began kissing Connor’s thighs.
“Stop… I…” Connor protested.
“What, you’re not gay? You sure like getting your ass played with.” Brad responded. Then stood up and walked over to the bar.
“I…” but Connor couldn’t think of anything. He just watched the large naked man, unable to look away from his shoulders, his biceps, and his ass. Brad opened the fridge and grabbed two beers. He came back and sat down next to Connor. Connor nervously scooted back up to a normal sitting position. He took the offered beer without a protest, and gratefully took a sip.
“Aren’t you glad you came over? I sure am.” Brad said. “We can have lots of fun as neighbors, nobody needs to know.”
Connor's head was spinning. That had felt so incredible, but he couldn’t keep doing this could he? The thought of sneaking around, getting these incredible blow jobs… it didn’t seem real.
Connor stared dumbly at the porn still playing on the screen, his mind racing. Before he realized it he’d drained his beer.
“Are we gonna watch football?” He asked meekly.
“Oh baby boy, we’re not watching football tonight.” Brad leaned over and began kissing Connor’s neck. Connor moaned and his cock jumped, stiffening almost painfully again. “Oh, to be young again.” Brad said, and reached down to Connor’s cock. He went back to nuzzling Connor’s neck, then worked up his jawline to his lips. Now he was kissing Connor more gently, and soon their tongues were entwined. Brad felt so submissive, so small in this larger man’s embrace. The gentle kissing and slow strokes had him feeling so damn good. He was melting into Brad. Brad pulled his lips away.
“Such a good boy. Let me corrupt you.” Brad said. “I can’t wait to teach you all sorts of new things about your body. About your cock, your mouth, your ass…”
Connor shivered hearing that, then Brad lowered his face and began to lick and suck at Connor's nipple. He let out a moan at the sensation.
“You like your nipples played with?” Brad asked, then kept teasing his nipple with his mouth.
“I… I’ve never had this before.” Connor said. Brad was making wet sucking sounds as he continued to lick and slobber on his nipples. It became nearly painful but the sound and sensation were so intense. He moaned and watched as the older man kept working his nipples over with his mouth. He yelped as he felt teeth scrape, but then it became pleasurable again.
All the while Brad kept stroking his cock, and pre-cum began to drip out as he felt himself melting in the older man’s experienced hands. But suddenly he stopped and stood.
“I can’t let you have all the fun, why don’t you try sucking a cock.” Brad said, standing up. His cock was hot, heavy and suddenly hanging in front of Connor’s face.
“I don’t… know how.” Connor said, but his eyes were staring at Brad’s thick cock, the bead of pre-cum on the tip, and he knew he wanted it.
“That’s ok, you can practice on me.” Brad winked. “Grab it.” he said in a more commanding tone.
Connor didn’t hesitate, he wanted to feel that hard thick meat again. He grasped both hands around it and began to stroke. It felt so powerful in his grasp.
“There you go, now kiss the tip.” Brad said.
Connor flushed, looking up to Brad’s face, his cheeks burning, but he brought his face closer to it. As he stroked the bead of pre-cum grew, and suddenly he stuck his tongue out and tasted it. It was salty and he lapped at Brad’s cockhead like it was candy. Then he began kissing it, feeling his excitement rise. Brad moaned and he felt a thrill run through him, making this man feel pleasure felt so right. His heart pounded as he continued licking and kissing the tip.
“Mmmm that feels nice, I’ll make a good cock slut out of you.” Brad said huskily. Connor felt embarrassed but the words sent a thrill through him. “Now take it in your mouth.”
Connor opened his mouth wide and slid the head and more into his mouth. “Watch the teeth.” Brad said. “And use your tongue underneath. That’s it, good boy.”
Connor felt proud, doing it right. Then he felt embarrassed at feeling that way, but he didn’t care, he felt so fucking turned on. He suddenly pushed his head further forward, wanting more of this, but he gagged and pulled back. Brad laughed, and brought his hands gently onto Connor’s face. He guided his head back and forth.
“That’s alright, we’ll have plenty of time to get rid of your gag reflex. For now just enjoy having another man’s cock in your mouth. I can tell you like it.”
Connor felt flushed, hot, and more turned on than he had ever been. He didn’t care about anything except pleasing Brad, he wanted him to cum, wanted to hear what a good boy he was. He realized he was stroking his own cock, jerking off as this man used his mouth. He listened intently to Brad’s moans, to hear what he was doing right.
“Good job, lick my balls now baby.” Brad said. He pulled his cock out Connor’s mouth and began to stroke it. Connor lowered his face and began to lick and slurp at Brad’s large sac. “Yea just like that, that’s how daddy likes it.”
Connor glowed at the praise, and kept up a frantic pace. His nose was pressed against Brad’s pubes, his manly scent was overpowering, and he stroked himself even harder.
“Don’t cum. In fact, stop stroking.” Brad ordered. Connor was disappointed but didn’t argue or resist. He grabbed onto Brad’s thighs with both hands and continued to lick all over the man’s balls. The combination of the feeling of his tongue on Brad’s flesh and the smell were driving him crazy. Soon Brad was grunting hard, and he pushed Connor away slightly. He pointed his cock at Connor’s face and cum erupted onto him, covering his forehead, then his cheeks, and dribbling off his chin.
He was shocked, but it felt so powerful to be covered like this. Even more shocking Brad knelt quickly and began licking all over his face. It felt so dirty, but he found himself kissing Brad. The strong taste of the cum filled his mouth, but the energy between them was incredible. Brad was pushing his own cum soaked tongue into Connor’s mouth, and Connor swallowed as they made out. Soon the cum was gone, but his face was sloppy and sticky. Brad pulled away.
“You’re a mess, here let’s make you cum now.” Brad said as he pushed Connor backwards onto the love seat. He pulled Connor’s legs again, making his ass hang out over the edge again. Connor felt a thrill, expecting another rimming like he’d received before, but instead Brad reached over for his pump bottle of lube. He squirted a huge amount all over Connor’s cock, it began dripping down his balls and between his legs. Then he began stroking Connor, and his other hand pressed against his taint again.
“Let’s try this.” Brad said with a smirk, and his large finger pressed against Connor’s asshole. Connor jumped at the sensation, and then gasped as the lubed up finger pushed into the tight ring of this asshole. He let out a moan and closed his eyes, feeling the finger wriggle inside of him.
“That feels nice huh?” Brad said.
“Yea…” Connor said, eyes still closed. He felt the finger withdraw, and felt disappointment, but Brad quickly rubbed more lube onto it and re-inserted it, even further this time. The finger swirled around, deeper and deeper, and then suddenly it grazed something. Connor shuddered, then the finger pressed, and he let out a low mewling moan. It was like an electric shock had hit him. He opened his eyes and stared into Brad’s eyes. Brad had a triumphant look on his face. He kept smiling as he pressed into the spot again and again.
“Oooh… OOOH…” Connor moaned. He sounded pathetic but he didn’t care. His whole body was quivering. His cock was jumping in Brad’s hand as he continued to stroke him, one hand working his cock head and the other invading his ass.
“There’s the sweet spot, every man has one.” Brad said, as he continued to press. “Your prostate. Once you feel that there’s no going back, you need this. You look so cute right now, your face covered in my cum, and your eyes rolling back in bliss.”
Connor felt ashamed at the words, he couldn’t imagine what he looked like right now. A sticky mess slumped backwards while an older man fingered his ass. But it felt so good, he couldn’t stop his moaning.
“Good boy, let me turn you out.” Brad said. Connor didn’t know what he meant, turn him out? But he stopped thinking about it as Brad increased the pace of his stroking and the assault on his ass.
“OHHHHH! OOOOOOOOH FFFFUUUUU!” Connor moaned, nearly shouting now. He closed his eyes again. His whole body was trembling, and he felt his orgasm approaching. Brad was frantic now, and the sensation became unbearable. Suddenly his cock was erupting again. The most powerful orgasm of his life was wracking Connor’s body. The sounds coming from his throat became higher pitched, as he spurted again and again. His cum sprayed all over Brad’s chest, and his legs bucked.
Suddenly the sensation was too overwhelming, and he grasped down to stop Brad. Brad did, his finger sliding out of Connor’s ass was a strange feeling. Suddenly Connor felt empty, and extremely exhausted. His body was shaking, and his brain felt so foggy. He heard Brad walking away, but didn’t even open his eyes. Sometime later Brad came back with a warm wet towel, and began gently wiping Connor’s face. Connor felt so warm, and his gratitude for this man made him want to cry. He opened his eyes and found Brad smiling down at him.
“I…” Connor started.
“It’s ok, take it easy.” Brad said. He then started wiping down Connor’s chest, belly, and groin. As the warm towel cleaned his cock, Connor half hoped, half feared his cock would stiffen again, but all he felt was exhaustion. Afterwards everything still felt sticky, but a little better.
“Let’s get you in the shower. Can’t send you home like this.” Brad said. Connor’s mind jumped to Sara, but his buzz made everything seem unreal. The rest of it was a blur. Brad led Connor to the bathroom, which had a large walk in shower. He turned it on for him, led him in and used a washcloth to scrub him clean. Connor just stood mutely, feeling the high and drunkenness, swaying on his feet. Afterwards Brad dried him off with a big fluffy towel. Connor couldn’t remember the last time someone had had to take care of him like this.
After that he got dressed in his clothes and Brad half carried him up the steps.
“Take it easy, you gonna make it home ok?”
“Oh yea.” Connor said, his head spinning.
Brad leaned in and kissed Connor gently on the lips. Connor's whole body felt warm and pleasant, and he kissed back against the older man, leaning into his chest. Brad pulled away and opened the front door. “Good night, thanks for coming over.”
“Good night.” Connor said shyly, then stumbled out into the night.
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The next morning Connor woke to his shoulder being shaken.
“Connor… Connor!” Sarah was repeating.
“Huh?” He asked, confused.
“It’s time to wake up, you were out cold.” She laughed.
“Oh yea.” He stretched, and the night before came back to him. It was still a shock, but today his heart was pounding in excitement. The events of the previous evening were playing in his head and he felt his cock begin to stiffen. He reached for his phone, he saw a message from Brad, it read: “Hey, can you come over sometime today? I need some help setting up my home gym equipment.”
Connors cock was fully hard now, and he sent “Sure”. There was no going back now…
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