It was one of those boners that guys sometimes get – you know, one of those that gets triggered by something and suddenly you can’t think about anything but dick and getting off. It was a Saturday afternoon, and I had been doing some household chores and finished changing the sheets on the bed and putting away the rest of the laundry. I plopped on the couch for a while and started scrolling through my Tumblr. Some clever poster had found photos of Zac Efron and his brother Dylan with their bare asses exposed and placed them side by side. Once I looked at all that solid brotherly cake, the jackoff switch in my brain clicked. It was time to bust a nut.
I got myself prepped with my lotion and a damp washcloth, then shucked my shorts and settled myself in the recliner in my bedroom. The sunlight through the sliding glass door out to the private, fenced-in patio poured across my bare legs, making things warm and cozy. I squeezed a ribbon of lotion across my palm, then began to work it into my stiffening cock and brought myself to full erection. I used the thumb on my right hand to scroll the Tumblr screen while my left hand worked up and down my shaft in long strokes – a couple of slow pulls, then a few faster ones, alternating back and forth.
The pornographic images scrolling by mixed with my mental images of the Efrons in various scenes. Casual fraternal nudity, maybe even a competitive dick measuring contest. I was getting to that sweet spot in my jerking session, where the precum mixes with the lotion and creates that incredibly slick sensation up and down the length of the trouser snake. I let out a deep sigh and tilted my head back as my eyes closed. My hand started moving faster and faster as my mind’s eye saw Dylan reaching for Zac’s erection, then—
“The fuck?!” I sat upright and went still as a clattering sound out on the patio interrupted the buildup to my climax. I grabbed my washcloth and quickly wiped the lotion off my hand and dick and moved to the slider. My hardon tented the hem of my T-shirt as I peered out onto my patio. One of my smaller potted plants had been knocked over and I could see a couple of feet in sandals below the branches of an ornamental maple planted at the corner of the house and cedar privacy fence. Someone was spying on me!
I yanked the door back, completely forgetting that I was full Donald Duck with my shirt on and no bottoms. Someone stepped out from the cover of the maple with a sheepish look on his face, knowing he was caught and there was no way to run. I recognized the young guy in his twenties who had moved into one of the rental condos across the street a few months ago. I think he had introduced himself as Sawyer – stupid fucking Gen Z name. He was wearing a black tank top and pale green running shorts. He held a small brown box in his hands.
“What in the fuck are you doing? Are you spying on me?” I demanded, my anger rising.
“I just – this package got misdelivered to my building and I brought it over to you. You must not have heard me knock.”
“Did you try ringing the doorbell? What, you just thought you would creep in through my fence and go peeping?”
“I thought you might be in the backyard, so… yeah, I came through. Then I saw that you were, uh… busy. So I was going to leave and just put this on the front porch.” I swear, the pervy little twink latched his eyes onto my stiffie and licked his lips. That little gesture, combined with my consuming horniness, made me decide perhaps I should teach him a bit of a lesson. Plus, he was a good-looking guy, with fine black hair, ice-blue eyes, and small features. He was kind of lanky and maybe an inch shorter than my 5’11”. I had him by probably 15 years and 30 pounds, so I grabbed him by the upper arm and pulled him into my bedroom.
“You like looking at my cock?” I demanded. “You like spying on people?”
He really didn’t seem fazed. He smiled a cocky little smile and said, “You seemed really into the bate. Sorry I interrupted.”
“If you like looking so much, get down here where you can really see it up close.” I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him to the floor on his knees. He glanced up at me briefly, then his gaze locked back in on the six-plus inches of cut meat two inches from his nose. There was a quiet beat where I could feel a little puff of his breath on my piss slit. Then I pushed my hips forward just a bit until I was just brushing his lips. His delicate little mouth opened, and he took in my glans and started running his tongue all over it.
I surely wasn’t going to let this little Peeping Tom control this blowjob, so I pushed forward further until my whole shaft was in his mouth and I could feel the back of his throat. I took hold of both sides of his head and held him in place. He grunted a moment and took in a breath through his nose, then relaxed and went after my dick like a baby calf finding its favorite teat. He pistoned up and down, working me over in champion style. I was about due for a bush trim, so he was getting a nose full of my thick brown pubes with each downstroke, but he didn’t seem to care.
As he was giving my knob an expert slobbing, he reached his hand into his running shorts, brought out his own stiff cock, and started stroking it. He was freeballing, so there was no underwear to get in his way. His cock was thick at the base and tapered to a narrower head that was slightly upturned with a wide, juicy slit. He was uncut, and his hood slid back and forth over his head, his precum heavy on the tip. I started moving my hips forward and back, fucking his eager mouth. Sawyer was grunting with pleasure at each stroke.
It occurred to me that, much as I was enjoying his oral talents, this wasn’t supposed to be so much fun for him. After all, he had trespassed into the private area of my yard and spied on me in the sanctity of my own home. So I pushed him off my dick and yanked him to his feet. I roughly spun him around and kicked his shorts away. Then I pushed him forward so he bent over at the waist and grabbed one arm of the recliner to keep himself from toppling over. Looking down, I saw the smooth flanks of his ass. He had a uniform golden tan from his neck to his ankles with no lines, so I knew he was a “sun’s out, buns out” kind of guy.
I pulled his firm cheeks apart with my hands and gazed for just a moment at the gorgeous pinkness of his juicy young cunt. Ordinarily, I like to take my time and totally rim my partner before the main event. I like to taste it before I baste it, lick it before I stick it. But this was about discipline, so I spat a nice glob onto my fingers and quickly soaked his asshole. My penis was already slick from Sawyer’s blowjob, so I placed my cockhead right at his entrance and pushed in.
I could tell immediately he was no virgin, as I got through his ring with minimum resistance. Once I had breached the moat, I stormed the castle all the way, and a second later my balls were brushing his taint. This was definitely not his first rodeo, but my cock has a certain girth, if I do say so myself. Therefore, I was still getting a nice friction as I began giving my intruder an intrusion of his own.
It had been a few weeks since I’d been in the intimate company of another gentleman (busy at work, blah, blah, blah) so I admit I got a little lost for a few moments in the intense pleasure of having my horny fuckstick surrounded by all that hot, pulsing manpussy. But soon I got control of myself and set about the task of giving Sawyer a pounding that showed I meant business. I took hold of his hips and began to piledrive him for all I was worth. I pulled out until my frenulum just emerged from his anus and I could slightly feel his downy hairs tickling it. Then I drove all the way back in with force, resulting in my pubic bone making repeated smacking sounds against his firm ass.
I was a little surprised to hear Sawyer’s grunts begin turning to moans of pleasure. Soon, he was spewing dirty fuck talk. “Yeah, buddy, fuck me like you fucking mean it. Destroy my goddamn ass with that big fucking cock!” His head began rolling back and forth in sexual ecstasy. That spurred me to slam into him even harder, but it didn’t seem like he had a breaking point. He was a power bottom from the word go.
I held on and drilled him for all I was worth, but inevitably I began to feel that pressure in my lower abdomen and tingling in my scrotum, and I knew my load was coming. I got myself right to the edge, then regretfully pulled out of his hole and spun him back around, simultaneously forcing him to his knees. I had timed it to where I was so close I only had to fist my cock a couple of strokes until I blew. I shot my nut nectar all over his face in four powerful bursts, soaking both his eyebrows, his feathery lashes, the left side of his nose, his left cheek, and his lips and chin.
After that, Sawyer was breathing hard and seemed a little dazed. I was so spent my knees felt weak, but when he moved to wipe my cum from his face, I knocked his hand away.
“Uh-uh,” I told him. “You’re going to march back across to your place wearing my load right there on your face. That’ll teach you to go spying on people, you little perv. Now go on!”
He gave me a little nod, then pushed himself to his feet. He picked up his shorts and walked back out on to the patio. There, he turned and looked back over his shoulder at me. The strap from his tank top had slipped down over his right bicep. Slowly, he ran one hand down his still-bare ass, then into his crack and down to his hole. He worked his finger into himself for a moment, then took it out and put it in his mouth, sucking on it like a straw. He winked, then pulled his shorts on and let himself out of the fence gate.
I watched after him, shaking my head. Damn, that one’s still got some of the cheeky monkey in him, I thought. There’s more work to do to get him under control.
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