An Offer for Ivor
It was my neighbour Ivor! I couldn’t believe it. I had wanked so many times thinking of him and here he was, taking his clothes off.
I don’t like crossdressing but my friend Noelia knew of my desire to one day see strippers and unfortunately in this town it is impossible to find a bar where boys strip for boys or for both boys and girls. In Salem there were strippers’ shows every day, but only girls were admitted. And my friend has my size and suddenly thought that I could enter the bar Salem with her, if I entered dressed with her clothes. She suggested that I could even paint my lips but I did not want to go that far.
Ivor had already taken off his T-shirt, short and sexy, but his glorious chest made me really hard now but of course I was supposed to be a girl in the bar so I had to hide my boner and couldn’t do what I desired doing: wanking over him as I watched him. Well, I thought as I saw him removing his boots, I’d do it later at home. I hoped it was full striptease for my neighbour turned me on so much that I wanted to see everything of him.
He was pulling down his pants. He was wearing leather boxers and oh what a bulge I could notice. He was for a while teasing the audience stroking his crotch and making himself really hard as all women in the bar were whistling. Of course I wasn’t whistling for fear I was suddenly discovered as a man. Ivor’s dancing continued as he started stroking himself, even one of his hands going up his chest, the other hand rubbing his bulge. And finally he did it! He also pulled down his leather boxers. I couldn’t believe I was finally watching my neighbour’s cock, and what a sexy long cock it was!
And the icing of the cake came soon when he also turned and I could finally watch his hot ass. Of course I could never fuck my neighbour, but my future masturbations would be remembering that perfect ass I had just watched and imagining I was fucking it.
The show continued for ten more minutes, but with two other boys, also hot but they didn’t have the thrill of being boys I knew nor long desired as my neighbour.
Finally I said goodbye to Noelia and went home.
Well, my name is Dennis Hardcastle and I’m 30. I’m one of the wealthiest men in the country since I own a petrol company.
That very night I had to do what I was used to doing: wanking over my neighbour Ivor, but today I could do it remembering his chiseled body, which now I knew by heart, but as I did, and I masturbated twice that night over Ivor, a thought came to me and the next day, somewhat nervous I knocked on my neighbour’s front door.
-Oh hi, Dennis.
-May I come in, Ivor? I have a job offer for you.
-Interesting. Well, would you have a beer with me?
I agreed and we headed to his kitchen. Soon we were sitting and he looked intently into my eyes. I couldn’t be more embarrassed, shit! I didn’t know how to begin.
-Well, Ivor, I must first fess up something and maybe you don’t like it.
-I cannot know unless you tell me.
-Well, I’ll start by saying that I’m gay.
-I wasn’t expecting that, but well go on.
He didn’t seem comfortable but didn’t look like a homophobe either.
-Well, it’s a long time ago that I discovered I really like you and well, I’ve even had to…
-Wank over me?
-Yeah, it’s just that.
-I wonder why you’re telling me all that and what it has to do with what you told me of a job offer.
-Well, last night I went to a bar I know you know too well, a bar called Salem.
He looked quite surprised.
-But no boys are admitted there.
-I know. Well, I’m not effeminate but my friend Noelia lent me her clothes and I could enter as if I was a girl and then I saw you stripping.
-Well, I don’t know whether I find myself comfortable hearing that a boy watched me stripping.
-I was greatly surprised that it was you, Ivor and having always lusted for you, I had a sudden idea and that’s my job offer.
-What is it exactly what you want to tell me?
-I don’t know whether you know that I’m one of the wealthiest people in the country and I could pay you as much as 500 euros a day.
-For what?
-I’d like you to come daily to my house and strip for me. I wouldn’t be naked but would be jacking off watching you, that’s all -I finished with a very thin voice.
-I thank you for your offer, Dennis, but although I have nothing to object for your being gay or even for wanking over me, I wouldn’t be comfortable stripping for a boy and watching him jacking off looking at me. Your offer is really good: it’s a huge amount of money and I know you can afford it. But I have a job right now, I’m a stripper, I am, and I prefer working in Salem. I’m not angry at you but I refuse your offer, Dennis. I hope we can always be good neighbours or even friends, but my answer is no, thanks.
-Ok, Ivor, be it as you wish, but I keep my offer in case one day you lose your job, or think it twice for it’s a good way to earn money.
I didn’t finish my beer and said goodbye to Ivor and left. I was really frustrated. He’s the man who had made me horniest and how I would have loved to see him stripping daily for me. But well, he didn’t want to, so that was that. Everything continued like this, at least he greeted me warmly whenever he saw me, for five months. Hoped he changed him mind.
