Tommy was my next-door neighbor’s son. After he graduated from high school a month ago, he moved in with his father, and my life hasn’t been peaceful since.
This young man was certainly a beauty The first time I saw him was the day after he arrived. I was outside weeding my flower beds when I heard John’s lawnmower start. Since he usually mowed on Saturday’s, I didn’t think much about it.
After about twenty minutes, I popped up over the fence to say hi. What I saw both shocked and amazed me. There was Tommy, shirtless and wearing tight cut-offs, sweat pouring down his hairless chest, forming little rivulets on his tight, muscular stomach before running down behind his waistband. His young genitalia filled his tight cut-offs and shifted back and forth as he walked.
He saw me staring at him with my mouth gaping open and lifted his arm to wave. Underneath was a tuft of brown hair, matted with sweat. “Hi!” he shouted over the din of the lawnmower, then turned to mow another row along the lawn. As he moved away, his tight ass rippled behind the threadbare parts of his cut-offs. A damp line appeared along the crack of his ass where the sweat from his back had been collecting.
After finishing the lawn and noticing me still watching him, he killed the motor and walked over to the fence. “You must be Richard,” he said as he walked up to the fence, his hand extended. “I’m Tommy. My dad told me you and he were friends.”
Tommy’s grip was firm, and as he shook my hand he once again raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He had dark brown hair which was smooth and long and the most beautiful doe-brown eyes; his face showed a couple days’ growth of beard, but the spotty kind indicating that his adolescent hair follicles had not yet fully matured.
“Hi, Tommy,” I smiled, weak in the knees at the sight and the touch of him. His musk filled my nostrils, and I longed to lick the sweat off his bare chest. “It’s nice to meet you. Your father’s told me a lot about you.” He blushed slightly, his face turning even pinker than it already was from the heat and the exertion of mowing. “He’s pretty excited about you moving in with him.”
“Yeah,” he replied very politely. “When I turned eighteen my parents told me I could decide where I lived, and since I never really got a chance to spend much time with dad while I was growing up, I decided it would be a good idea to spend some time with him and get to know him better. Besides, I’m going to be going to the University of Washington this fall, so living here will save a lot of money.”
His voice was soft and caring, and I immediately fell head over heels in love with him. We chatted for a few minutes—small talk, nothing else really—then he decided to but the lawnmower into the storage shed. During the course of our conversation, he told me that his father had left on a business trip and would be gone for a couple of days. So, as he turned, I said “It’s been awfully hot today. After you’ve finished, do you want to join me in the hot tub and soak a little. I turned the heat off so it’s going to be pleasantly cool.” I hoped he hadn't thought I was coming on to him, even though I was wishing he was.
He flashed a broad smile, showing me a mouthful of beautiful white teeth. “Sure, that sounds great!”
My heart leapt at the thought of having his young, supple body submerged close to me, so I told him to come over.
*******
About a half-hour later the doorbell rang, and I opened the door to see Tommy standing there in his tight shorts with a towel around his neck and his long hair tucked in behind it. His almost hairless body looked like it had been sculpted from white marble. He hadn't changed into other clothes, so his cut-offs were obviously hard-pressed to contain the equipment between his legs. He was so damned hot.
“Hi!” I exclaimed. “Looks like you’re ready for a good soak.”
“Thanks for having me over, Richard,” he replied. “I was awfully hot and a good soak sounds good.”
I excused myself to get my shorts on (which, of course, would not be on very long I hoped). When I reappeared, Tommy was sitting on the couch, legs wide-spread, with barely enough fabric from his cut-offs to cover his junk. I reached my hand out to him and, grasping his, pulled him up to a standing position. I knew I didn't need to do this, but I wanted to feel him sooner rather than later.
We made our way through the house and out into the back yard. Moments later we were both relaxing in the tub, leaning against opposite ends of it. “Wow, this feels so good,” Tommy exclaimed as he quickly ducked beneath the water. When he popped back up, he raised his hands to his head to push the water from his long brown hair. As his elbows lifted, his armpits opened to reveal their beautiful soft hair.
After a few small moments of hesitation he said, “So, Richard, my dad says you’re gay.” I froze for a second—not because I was ashamed of being, but because I had no idea that John had told him so much about me.
“Yeah,” I responded cautiously, waiting to see what his response would be. I hoped he was as open-minded as his father was. Hell, what I really hoped was that Tommy himself was gay and would tell me so I could feel okay about seducing him.
“That's great,” he nodded. He didn’t say anything more, so I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. Was he hoping for something? Was he hiding what he really wanted to so, but too embarrassed to do so? As it was, I didn’t need to worry.
“So, what’s it like?” he awkwardly blurted out a few seconds later, seeming uncomfortable but a bit braver than I thought he would be.
“Well . . .” I said slowly, not quite knowing how to proceed. He had caught me off guard with frankness. I looked at him, and he stared back intently, clearly expecting me to answer and obviously curious about what I was going to say. “It’s not much different than being heterosexual, it’s just that I’m attracted to men instead of women. If you’ve had sex with any girlfriends, it doesn’t really feel much different.”
“Nah, I don’t much like girls. I mean, they're great as friends, but...I’m still a virgin.” I was stunned. How could such an Adonis not be worshipped by any girl. He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Are you attracted to me?”
Even though I wanted him badly and hope that he wanted me, I’d never really been around teen-agers before and was quite taken aback by his directness. “Would it offend you if I were?” I responded, attempting to take back some control of the conversation.
He blushed, and I knew I was successful. Looking away from me he answered, “No. I mean, I don’t think so. It’s just that I ….” His train of thought slipped away.
I decided to take a chance—something told me he was interested, but obviously too shy and inexperienced to take the lead. “Can I come over on your side of the tub next to you?” I pushed my foot out until it found his leg. He looked up at me, but didn’t pull away.
Tommy nodded his consent, and I quickly moved over to sit beside him. He looked up at me, his face still wet, and looked into my eyes. Suddenly I felt his bare foot against mine. His breathing was shallow. “It’s okay,” I assured. “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I don’t know what to do.”
I put my finger on his lips, telling him silently it was okay. “Just relax, Tommy. Enjoy what you're feeling.” He inhaled deeply. “Okay.”
Seconds later our lips were locked together. I moved my tongue quickly inside his mouth. At first, he pulled back a little, then pushed his tongue forward to meet mine, warming up to my efforts. I put my hand on his chest, working my way down to his nipples, which were hard. After massaging each of each of them, I continued my downward plunge, ending up between his legs.
His cock was rock hard behind his cut-offs, and I gently squeezed it. This caused him to inhale and gyrate his hips slightly. I moved my hand down to his knee, then moved slowly back up to his inner thigh. When I reached his crotch again, I slipped my hand under the leg of his cut-offs and took his balls in my hand. As I squeezed them, he pulled his lips away and tossed his head back.
“Can I take off your cut-offs?” I whispered. He nodded, looking at me intently as he slowly lifted his hips. It took me three seconds to tug down on the bit of cloth which separated me from his complete nakedness. Seconds after that his pants floated up to the surface.
I slipped off my shorts and straddled him, placing my knees on each side of him, and we kissed again. Our cocks were rock-hard and, in the bubbling water, waved back and forth, bumping against each other like two dueling swords. “Do you like this?” I asked, quickly adding, “If you don’t that’s OK; just tell me.”
“Yeah,” he whispered. He began raising and lowering his hips, pushing his rod into my crotch then pulling back. As my left hand caressed his hair, my right hand plunged beneath theurface of the water to grab his genitals. His cock grew even harder under my touch.
After several more seconds I pulled away from his warm, moist mouth, and gasped “Tommy, if we keep this up much longer I’m going to cum.”
“Yeah, me too,” he whispered.
“Do you want to go inside and keep going?”
He nodded, and I took his hand.
*******
We both arose from the frothy water like Venus arising from the sea foam, only we weren’t discreetly covered. We walked arm in arm toward the house, our penises jutting outward, waving proudly, announcing their lust and excitement to the bright summer sun.
When we reached the glass door on the porch, I took his towel and began to dry him off. I rubbed it up and down his back and chest, across his shoulders, down each arm. Then I kneeled in front of him. His erection pointed directly at my face, begging to enter my mouth. I took the towel and dried each of his muscular legs, which besides his head, underarms and crotch, was the only area of his body which had any hair, and it was so light as to be almost unnoticeable.
As I picked up each foot to dry it off it occurred to me that I had never been intimate with such a young man before; in fact, I had never really been attracted to younger guys. But there was something different about Tommy—he exuded an almost animalistic sensuality which really turned me on.
Dropping the towel, I ran my hands up behind his legs, grabbing his buttocks and squeezed them. I looked up at him and grinned. He smiled back as if to give me permission, and I took no more time to open my mouth and swallow his erection. As my lips closed over his rod, he gasped. My tongue performed its magic, darting up and down his hard shaft, encircling the soft, warm tip, tickling the sensitive area underneath. Simultaneously I massaged his scrotum, gently squeezing and tugging on his two luscious balls.
As he writhed under my gentle moist barrage, I sensed he was getting close to cumming, so I pulled away, and stood up. Grabbing him, I pulled his naked young body against mine and kissed him again. I felt his hands move up and down my back, exploring my own nakedness, squeezing my butt cheeks.
Soon one of his hands moved between us and he grabbed my erect penis. “Suck me, Tommy,” I sighed. And he sank to his knees to comply. Although awkward at first, he soon warmed to the task, and I watched his head with its gorgeous long hair bobbing up and down on my dick. His enthusiasm brought me to the edge of orgasm, and I pulled out of his hungry mouth to delay my cumming. “Let’s go into the bedroom,” I whispered.
Tommy stood up, his cock still hard and moist with my saliva. We to the bedroom as I admired his tight little ass. We fell upon the bed. I moved my crotch up against his youthful face and maneuvered my own face between his legs. For several minutes we fucked each other’s mouths. His tongue was warm and slick against my willing rod, and once again I was hard pressed to control myself so I didn’t cum.
Soon my own skillful oral work had its desired effect, and I felt a warm flood in my mouth. He pulled away from my cock and cried out in delight as his orgasm shook his young body. I put my arms around his legs and pulled him tightly into my face; his sperm gushing down my throat, and I greedily swallowed every drop.
As his eighteen-year-old dick softened and his orgasm passed, I let it slip from my mouth and moved up to kiss him. The taste of his cream was still on my lips, and I wondered if he could taste his own cum as our tongues locked together.
As we kissed, I reached for the tube of lube I kept on my bedstead. Since I jacked off at least once a day, I kept it handy for whenever I was in the mood to relieve myself. I squeezed some onto the middle finger of my right hand, then moved it down underneath his ball sack, finding the object of my desire—his virgin asshole.
Gently I pushed until his hole opened to me and my finger slipped in. I pushed it in as far as it would go. I felt him gasp at this new sensation. “I want to fuck you, Tommy. Would you like me to do that?”
“Yeah,” he gasped as I continued my digital assault. “Will it hurt?”
“Perhaps a bit since it’s your first time. But relax and keep breathing. It will soon feel great.”
I slipped another two fingers into his beautiful ass, then three, then four. His sphincter was now relaxed and fully lubricated, so I prepared my myself for my next next task—fucking my neighbor’s son.
As I rubbed the lube on my dick, Tommy instinctually moved his body, so his legs straddled my body. Reaching down below his ass, I gently lifted him up onto my thighs, then positioned myself for deflowering this amazing boy. Putting the tip of my burning rod against his rosebud, I gently pushed. Because I had done my preparation well, I easily slid inside of him and sensed that he felt no pain.
Moving his legs up onto my shoulders, I began a gentle thrusting, pushing deeply inside of him then pulling back almost to the point of slipping out. “That feels so good. Fuck me, Richard,” he moaned, and began to sigh with each thrust into him. As the pace increased, his vocalizations also increased. Soon he was hard again and began masturbating and moaning with pleasure. “God, Richard. Fuck me. Yeah, fuck me,” he cried. His wild abandon finally triggered me.
I began to shoot deep into his gut. Almost simultaneously his hand triggered his own orgasm and his cock pumped a fresh load of jizz so hard it hit me in the face and on my upper chest. Together we emptied our balls into and onto each other before collapsing.
My face landed on his chest, which was dripping with sweat. As I felt my deflating cock slip out of his hole, I nuzzled his armpit. His young male musk was overpowering and I reveled in its exciting smell.
We lay there for several minutes, virtually motionless both recovering from incredible orgasms. Finally, I whispered “So you're not a virgin any more, Tommy.”
He smiled. “Yeah. Thanks for helping me.”
“Did you like it?”
He leaned forward and kissed me. “Uh huh. It was special. I mean, how many times to you have a first time?”
“Now that you've had sex, would you want to do it with a girl?” I asked, not seriously but inquisitively.
“Fuck no,” he sighed. “I can’t even imagine doing that.”
He chuckled a bit, recognizing that he had just committed to his homosexuality. “So, you want to come over to my place tonight? My dad’s gone. I want to have more sex with you.”
“It’s about time," I replied. You’ve been a virgin too long. Between orgasms will you cook me dinner?”
He laughed. “It might poison you. I’ve only been a bachelor for a day.”
“You don’t need to cook. You can always milk me. After all, your milk seems plentiful. And it sure is good!”
“Richard? I don’t ever want to get dressed again. I want to spend the rest of my life completely naked, lying next to you and fucking my brains out.”
“That could be arranged, you know.”
*******
And it was. Tommy snuck over to my house whenever he had the chance and grew in his experience and confidence. When John eventually found out he was at first shocked. Then he was even more shocked when Tommy told him that he and I were lovers, and that he wanted to move in with me. But John was also open-minded and accepting, and he loved his son enough to know that this was what he wanted. And even though Tommy would be living with me, he would also be living next door to his dad and could see him every day.
Tommy graduated from college four years later, and his dad and I proudly attended his graduation. Today Tommy is a high school teacher and coach, and we are still passionately in love with each other, still fucking like bunnies. Late at night when he’s asleep in my arms, I stroke his hair and wonder what the boys at his school would think if they knew their teacher and coach fucked men.
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