The Neighborhood

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I moved from a big city to this small city, or big town, several years ago. The house I bought is on the edge of town in an old neighborhood where the lots are big and houses aren’t packed closely together. What I didn’t realize at first is that everyone around here makes it their business to know everybody else’s business. I had been here for several months when one of those hard- to- ignore horny attacks hit me. I was dying for a nice juicy cock. As it happened, one weekday afternoon I came out of the local liquor store after buying a six- pack of Bud Light, and there was a sixteen or seventeen year old trying to get somebody to go in and buy him a pack of cigarettes. I know, crazy. I’m not a chicken hawk, but it seemed fate was on my side. So I simply told him what I wanted to do to him, and he said okay. In my defense, I didn’t buy the cigarettes. We drove a little further beyond the city limits and found a secluded spot where people sometimes picnicked on weekends. He unzipped his jeans and pushed them and his briefs down to his knees and I sucked his dick. While I worked on his dick I let him guzzle one of my beers. To tell the truth, I don’t remember much about his dick or the sex. I’d say his dick was average size and the sex was just a run-of-the-mill blowjob. I do remember he had a big ball sack and smelled like a sweaty teenager. And when he came he sounded like he was gasping for air. When we finished I drove him back to the liquor store. No mention of money had been made at any time, but I think he thought he was going to be paid, and seemed a little disappointed, but didn’t say anything. A couple of months went by with nothing special happening, then I discovered he must have told someone, or everyone. But the word about me was out. I know, because in the next two months I had two propositions from two neighborhood guys, both married. The first was a guy in his forties but in great shape who lived on the street behind me. We were talking over my front gate, and he kept obviously groping himself. I invited him in, and we headed straight for the bedroom. But the sex was weird. I sat on the edge Avrupa yakası escort bayan of the bed, he stood in front of me and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, nothing else. I have to assume he had balls. The good part was his cock was really long. Anyway, I sucked it. He just stood there, making no effort to face fuck me nor making a sound…no moans, no ‘that feels good’, no heavy breathing. When he came it was a surprise. Just suddenly my mouth was filled with jizz. When he finished he pulled it out and shook it as though he had just taken a leak. He tucked it back in his pants and I got up to show him out. I didn’t know exactly what to say. But then he felt my ass and said he wanted to fuck me sometime, which was completely incongruous with what had just happened. He never did. Whenever I do see him, we just sort of wave to acknowledge each other’s existence. About a month after that a younger man who lived in the next block came by. I knew who this guy’s wife was. She was a pretty young woman with an ample figure, meaning big boobs, a big ass and a thick waist. We would always greet each other when she walked past my house and I was outside. I’d say the guy was in his early thirties, but was aging rapidly. His hair, which he wore very short, was going fast, and his muscular body was already starting to get a paunch. Anyway, when he knocked, I asked him in, we sat on the sofa, (I had been watching a baseball game) and we chatted about nothing. Since we had never met formally, the reason for his visit wasn’t obvious. Finally he just came out and asked if I liked men’s cocks (What other kind, huh?) and then if I’d like to suck his. Well, he was nice looking, and seemed like a nice guy, so I said, “Sure, why not?” He undid his chinos and his boxers (for some reason I remember they were covered with red and blue stars) and opened them to produce a triangle that exposed his cock and balls. I was a little disappointed. His cock was one of those short fat types. Not short -short, but shorter than I would’ve preferred. But it was nicely fat. I was a little Escort Ataköy surprised he wasn’t hard yet, but that was nice, in a way. Anyhow, I took it in my mouth and worked it till it became fully hard. He laid his head back and made strange sounds, as if he were sucking on a particularly delicious piece of hard candy. He also liked it when I sucked his balls. He rose up a little so I could get to them better. After maybe half an hour of sucking and licking he started bucking his hips ever so slightly and said, “Here I come.” He had a good load of cum, and it was somehow tastier than usual. When we finished he didn’t tuck the jewels back in right away, which I liked. After a few minutes of looking at the game, which neither of us had any more interest in, he said he’d better get on home. I told him to come back any time he wanted to, and he left. But he never paid another visit. Was I losing my touch, or was this just an outing for these guys? Some sort of one-time experiment or adventure? Another couple of months went by with no activity. Then there was a tall especially good looking young man I picked up one evening. He was a student at the local college and was walking with an armload of books that kept slipping and falling. I offered him a ride and we stopped, at my suggestion, for coffee. I think he went along with the idea because he appreciated the ride and I said I needed a caffeine boost. We chatted and I told him I was gay and horny and I believe my straight forwardness snagged him. He just as directly said what he’d do and wouldn’t do, which fit perfectly into my desires. He asked if I’d give him a ride home afterwards and I said of course. We went to my house and he dropped his pants to his ankles and lay back on the bed with his shirt pulled up to his chin, giving me good access to his body. He had a really nice-sized long cock, with just a little foreskin covering the rim of his glans. It was still soft and I could stuff most of it into my mouth and suck on it and move it around in my mouth. As it got harder and longer I started going up and down on it, Şirinevler escort swirling my tongue around the head and sucking on it. I’d let it slip out of my mouth and jack it as I licked his balls and all over his stomach and chest. He obviously enjoyed every lick. We continued for half an hour and then I guess he decided he wanted to cum and took over jacking his cock violently with every muscle of his body straining to the limit. He grunted and indicated he was going to cum. I took his cock in my mouth and he grabbed my head and shot off, his cock jerking and filling my mouth with cum faster than I could swallow it down my throat. It was one of the most intense climaxes I had ever had a guy experience with me. He lay there for a minute breathing deeply and then said, “Whew.” After several more seconds he sat up and said, “That was wild. Thanks.” I was glad he had enjoyed it so much, and we had a nice chat on the way to his house. But when he said good-bye it was clear it was a final good-bye. I was satisfied for a while, but the memory became a catalyst for wanting something again. But again nothing was happening, and weeks became months. Then one day my doorbell rang. It was a young man in what I guessed was his middle twenties. He was small and wiry with a full head of tousled black hair. He had a tattoo of something written in script on one side of his neck. His face reminded me of a degenerate angel, sort of like a cherub who had discovered the joys of sex. He immediately told me he lived around the corner at the end of my block. I knew that street only as a street of older single-family houses that became a dead-end. He told me his name was Marco and asked if I had any work he could do. I really didn’t, but I was intrigued and didn’t want him to leave. I invited him in and offered him a beer, which he refused but asked for a glass of water. We talked, and I told him I was trying to think of something he could do, but I couldn’t come up with anything. He then said he wasn’t looking for work, as he had a full-time job. He just couldn’t think of any other way to talk to me. He asked me if I knew Jimmy. I said I didn’t think so. With some questions and descriptions it became clear Jimmy was the young kid from in front of the liquor store. He said that months ago Jimmy had told him of what we had done and he had never been able to forget it. I asked if he wanted to do it and he said he thought so, at least try it.

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