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Wilson parked his new car in the designated area outside his townhouse as I observed from the window. It wasn't the old Volkswagen he's been driving for years, but a large BMW. The SUV's glossy exterior gleamed in the sunlight, filling up almost the entire parking spot.
Wilson displayed a haughty expression on his face as the men from the house approached his newly-purchased penis enhancer. Hendricks, being the oldest at sixty years old and a hothead, despised children since he never had any.
"Does Wilson have a small penis?" Hendricks inquired, still staring at the rims. His statement was ignored by everyone, even Wilson.
Hendricks was the eldest of the six men in the backyard. Sam Crane was the youngest, with two kids under 30, while the others lay in between. I was around 50, with the other residents sharing a similar age.
The townhouse backyards were long and narrow, and I once had a rechargeable lawnmower that I occasionally offered to my neighbors. My neighbor, Brian, brought it up while they were observing Wilson's new car.
"Can I borrow your lawnmower for a while?" Brian inquired. "Our Tom is not keen on mowing, and neither am I in the mood to push an outdated fan."
"When would you require it?" I asked.
"Whenever it works for you,"
I replied, "Why don't we go get it?"
I invited Brian into my house. Marian, my wife, was preparing coffee and inquired if the neighbor desired a cup. We were all enjoying a calm summer afternoon outside in the backyard.
"My wife has tickets to a stadium concert this weekend. She also secured a hotel room. But Joanna can't accompany her since she's attending her school's pre-semester student assembly. Would you allow your wife to attend the big city?"
Marian overheard the conversation and was delighted. She promptly went to Brian's house to sort out travel plans.
"This worked out perfectly as Sally is cycling in the archipelago, meaning I can enjoy peace and solitude." Sally was our 19-year-old daughter at the time.
"I have the same intentions; a moment away from the family would be beneficial for me." Brian chuckled.
The neighbor grabbed the garden shears and stated he'd return them shortly. My lawn had been recently mowed, so I said there was no pressing need.
The concert was on Saturday, but the ladies had been planning since Friday. I lazed in an armchair watching sports on TV when my phone pinged with a notification. It was a message from Brian that seemed rather perplexing. It read:
- What's the deal, Marty? My wife's going away on Saturday, so I'm alone for a while. Would you like a bit of that? -
The image that accompanied the message was a picture of an erect penis, and it was evidently taken in Brian's living room. I instantly realized that he'd accidentally sent me the text meant for Marty. This unintended revelation about Wilson's private parts was something he probably wouldn't have revealed voluntarily.
The dick in the picture wasn't even above average, but it was thick; the woman in the photo would've had every reason to be satisfied. However, it was clear Brian also had strong cravings from the opposite direction. I couldn't help but feel a strange tingling in my stomach.
On Saturday morning, I drove the two women to the train station and bought a case of beer from a grocery store. It was going to be a slightly more relaxed evening than watching the television at home. I went for pizza and took a stroll. I dozed on the bed, browsed the internet on my phone, and took a quick power nap. By 5 PM, I opened the beer and poured it into a glass.
I had just finished three beers when the doorbell rang.
"Hey, here's your lawnmower. I'm only holding a handy device there," Brian stated, holding the mower in one hand.
I asked Brian after he stored the mower in the small shed near the front door.
"Beer?" I inquired.
"Not sure if my parents will approve..."
"No need to worry, I won't say anything," I said with a smirk.
Soon we both had glasses of ice-cold Frosty. I couldn't help but think that Marty perhaps wanted to taste Brian's thick penis. Whoever that man might have been.
"Since your parents have left, did you have plans for the weekend?" I inquired, curious about his answer.
"Not particularly; a little fun with someone, but it didn't come to fruition." Brian replied.
"A lovely female perchance?"
"Sure…but not entirely!"
Brian seemed pensive. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He seemed to be checking his WhatsApp messages, but he remained silent.
We sipped beer while feeling a bit tipsy. Brian's private parts in the photo suddenly made me feel that familiar tingling sensation. How would they actually look in real life? We've finished drinking again. Brian got up and took my glass.
"I'll take care of this," he said.
"I might have something with a bit more punch," I said and followed him into the kitchen. I took the whiskey glasses from the cabinet. I put them on the counter. "Grab a bottle from there and fill our glasses. Two inches."
Brian fetched a bottle from the cabinet and stood behind me. I was between the bar and the young man as he poured the golden-yellow liquid into the glasses. If I didn't know what was going on, I wouldn't have noticed the fact that I could feel him pressed against my back.
As Brian set the bottle down on the table, I wedged my ass against his hip and he placed his hand on my shoulder. As wild as it sounds, my cock got stiff. I turned around and our hips faced each other. Brian made no attempts to separate us.
"Cheers," he toasted as he raised the glass to his lips. Brian couldn't help but notice the stiff rod already pressing against his own.
"Cheers," I said, moving my hips slightly against him. We were both wearing short pants, so I felt the hard length of Brian's cock against my own. Brian licked his lips after taking another drink. We remained speechless, just staring at each other.
"I accidentally sent the wrong number." He said and I nodded. Brian reached over and traced his hand over my ass. Since we were the same size, our noses were nearly touching.
He pulled me closer. I finished the whiskey and set the glass behind me. I observed how Brian's hand was shaking as he attempted to set the glass down on the table. The glass shattered to the floor, but neither Brian nor I cared.
I made the decision to take matters into my own hands and do what we both expected. Brian's lips met mine as I wetly licked them. Our tongues touched as Brian opened his mouth.
"I sent the wrong number by coincidence." He said and I nodded. Brian ran his hand over my butt. Since we were the same size, our noses were almost touching.
He moved me closer. I hastily gulped down the whiskey and left the glass behind me. I saw Brian's hand shaking as he tried to put the glass down on the table. The glass broke as it fell, but neither Brian nor I cared.
I chose to go ahead and do what both of us clearly wanted. Brian's lips met mine as I licked them wetly. Our tongues intertwined as Brian opened his mouth. Two men exchanging passionate kisses. Stimulating. Our hands caressed each other's bodies as we moved our engorged penises against each other.
Brian grabbed the hem of my shirt and ripped it off in one swift motion. I did the same to him, and our chests met, and I heard the crackling noise of our chest hairs touching each other. In the neighboring yard, Sanderson and Randolph were discussing the upcoming football season. Unbeknownst to them, something took place at my house.
I let go of Brian and pushed him forward. I nudged him until he ended up in the bed I shared with my wife. We laid side-by-side, facing each other, and passionately kissed. Brian reached between my legs and took a hold of my erection.
"We have a very eager man," he remarked as he slid his hand under the rubber of my pants. I leaned backward a bit and Brian pulled off my pants. I kicked them aside, leaving me completely naked in the arms of my neighbor. I felt more passionate than ever as we licked each other all over. Then Brian removed his shorts and sat up. After he pulled me against him, I could cross my legs over his waist and sit in between his legs. Our cocks were touching and we could see each other's toys.
"Get on your side over there," I said and lay down on the bed. Brian turned to face me so that our cocks were conveniently in front of each other. The stiff dick in front of my face was pointing toward his navel, and the balls were tightly swollen.
The tip of his cock glistened, slick and enticing, in front of my face. I grabbed its base and felt my own rod being grabbed at the same time. I placed a kiss on the head of Brian's glans and he imitated me, leaving a sticky fluid on my lips that lacked any real taste. I held the base of his dick like a popsicle and licked the swollen glans. I wrapped my tongue around it, sometimes licking along the shaft.
I felt the familiar sensation of my sensitive rod sliding between Brian's lips. Brian skillfully used his tongue as he sucked me, and I was amazed at how much tastier he made it than my wife. He began to steadily fuck my cock with his mouth, back and forth, and sucking hard. Damn it felt good! [monospace]
I started blowjobbing and having sex with his penis as well. There were slapping sounds echoing through the room. The neighbor's child removed my penis from his mouth and said:
"I've been dreaming about this for a while," he said. "I've so often come on my bed, desiring an adult man."
I was very surprised as I had not noticed any signs of this in him. He portrayed the role of a responsible neighbor flawlessly. But now, he had caught me, the man next door, and I was glad that it happened. Out of nowhere, my cell phone on the nightstand rang. I had left it there after my nap.
"Are you going to answer it?" Brian inquired as I grabbed the phone to see who was calling.
"It's my wife," I responded.
"Oh fuck, you're not going to answer that, are you? My parents are right there!"
"C'mon... It's my wife. 'Hey, how are things in the big city?' I inquired, and at the same time, Brian began licking my penis again. I groaned with pleasure, which made my wife wonder what was wrong. "No, no, I'm fine, just yawning...," I said. My wife was like an inquisitive question on the phone. She told me about the trip and all they had done and experienced. I listened attentively while simultaneously sucking on Brian's penis.
"Oh, what was that sound? Oh, you mean slapping? I'm eating a banana." It went down effortlessly, little did she know there was a more alluring banana in my mouth. "Kisses, honey, have fun."
"Oh, Mary says hello to Brian."
"Yeah, sure, I'll tell him if I see him."
I hung up the phone and we chuckled a bit, both naked in bed, enjoying each other and giving each other pleasure, continuing to blow each other. Our neighbors Shore and Hendricks were arguing downstairs, they had a very different evening planned.
I lifted my hand to Brian's ass and pressed my finger between his buttocks. I rolled it over the opening and I could tell from the look on his face that he appreciated it. I moistened my finger with saliva and slowly pushed it in. I could tell that he was close to climax, so I stopped sucking and removed my finger.
I grabbed a tube of lube from the drawer. It had been left there from a time when my wife and I had tried anal sex.
I looked at Brian with the tube in my hand, and he nodded in agreement. I squeezed a large amount of the thick, syrupy gel onto my fingers and rubbed it between his buttocks. Then I pressed my finger to his anus again, gently pushing it in. The hole was snug, but my finger moved easily in the well-lubricated hole. Then I inserted two fingers, and that was also done with minimal effort.
"Let me know if this makes you uncomfortable," I said, and then something followed my penis in his mouth.
"Go for it, I've done this before and I'm not afraid of some discomfort."
Irene had three fingers inside him now, and the young man groaned, but clearly not because of discomfort. I could tell he was sexually experienced because he knew how to loosen his ass slightly to accommodate my fingers without too much trouble.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked, certain of his reply. Let's do it at your pace," I proposed, and then lay on my back. I grabbed my rock-solid penis, squirted some lube on the tip, and applied it all over the shaft. The well-lubricated ass was ready to receive me.
Brian sat on top of me and I placed the tip of my penis at the entrance. He began to lift himself up slowly, and I felt my glans roll in. Laying there with my eyes shut and mouth open, I savored the warmth of his ass. His ass seemed to be accustomed to my rigid tool and he lowered himself onto my penis, taking me in, just a little at a time and going deeper. Soon, I had fully entered him.
It was a thrilling moment. A few hours ago, we were chatting on the couch about this and that, now my thick, swollen penis was completely inside this eighteen-year-old boy. He started riding me slowly, gradually speeding up until he found a steady, satisfying speed. I took his penis in my hand and stroked him off, the solid rod was rock hard with lubricant glistening at the end.
"Lay down on the other side and put a pillow under your ass," I grunted. He lay on his back and I placed my wife's pillow under him. I laid on top of him, turned his ass a bit to get a better angle, and pushed into him with one powerful thrust. I began fucking with the missionary position, thrusting in rhythm. We kissed and tongued each other's mouths as my thick, meaty penis throbbed in his sweet anus. I could feel the lubricant dripping onto my wife's pillow, but it didn't matter to me. Nothing would've convinced me to pull my penis out of that scrumptious anus.
Brian breathed heavily in sync with my movements, making it incredibly sexy and enticing. I knelt down and he hugged my waist with his legs. My penis remained inside him. I kept going, picking up the pace even more. I took his rigid member in hand. I was squeezing it vigorously.
"Oh my God, that's amazing!" Brian bellowed, pressing himself toward me with intense force. My rod's head repeatedly struck his prostate, resulting in a spontaneous orgasm.
"Holy shit!!! Oh Jesus Christ!! Yes, yesss!" He screamed, his pelvis rocking against mine. His semen pumped through the air in a spectacular arc, landing on my forehead and reaching the headboard. My voice was drowned out by Brian's shouts, and I could feel my penis inflating. Brian had an intense orgasm in front of me, and I thrust into him, arching my back and mindlessly uttering some gibberish.
My semen flooded the young man's anus and there appeared to be no end. Gradually, I slumped on top of him, panting. Our bodies were covered in sweat and my chest hairs were caught in the cum Brian was spurting from my navel to my forehead.
As I started becoming softer in him, a steady flow of cum and lube flowed onto the sheets and pillow, causing my cock to slip out of his anus. We remained still, our foreheads resting against each other, gazing into each other's eyes.
"'Regrets'?" I inquired.
"None whatsoever," he replied, and I kissed his lips. He looked at my beard and licked it clean.
"The cum was all over your beard," I informed him.
"I cleaned it off." We were silent for a moment, then had a fit of laughter.
We showered together and washed one another. Then, we relaxed in the backyard, sipping on a cold beer. From beyond the fence, Hendricks' head emerged and he observed us.
"Was someone hurt?" He inquired, seeming curious.
"N-no, not at all," I stammered.
"Then why was there a sound?"
"It wasn't a sound of pain or suffering. It was the television." Brian stealthily expelled a mouthful of beer.
"Did you give him a beer?" he asked.
"I gave him a zero-alcohol beer," I replied.
"Alright, then." He disappeared behind the fence once more.
"What time is it?" Brian asked.
"I suspect it's nearly seven," I said.
"We've got all night to keep Hendricks awake."
"It's my turn to grab the beer from my nose."
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