Gay s*x Confessions Series

What A Real Man Feels Like - My Hot Older Neighbor - Part 2

I probably blushed because I knew he had noticed my body. I never had any problem being suave around girls, but I felt so nervous around Jason that I just shook my head and agreed with him. Trying to regain my composure, I said, "So where is your wife anyway?"

"That b***h?" he said with a laugh. "She went back to work where she belongs. I’m a teacher so I have all summer off. I get to do all this work by myself, unless, of course you take me up on my offer."

"I’ll help you," I said eagerly.

"I bet you will," Jason said.

We grabbed a piece of furniture from the van and went to work.

I loved being that close to his body. Watching Jason’s biceps flex as we lifted heavy pieces of furniture and boxes was a real turn on.

Each time he bent down to position himself for another lift or to rest a heavy box on his knees, I could feel my own knees go a little weak just imagining what it would be like to have his strong legs wrapped around me.

After a couple hours, I had to admit that I was getting a little tired. The early afternoon sun was beating down on us. We were both covered with sweat.

"Oh, man, I’ve got to get out of this shirt," he said as he took it off and threw it at me playfully.

I wasn’t expecting it so I got hit right in the face. The smell of his manly sweat was exhilarating. I felt my crotch getting a little tight.

I took my shirt off and threw it back at him. He was prepared though and caught it. Then he wiped his underarms with it! "Here's a bonus for you, Roy. Thought you might like a souvenir of the day," he joked.

"Jerk!" I said and punched his arm.

That started us play wrestling on the lawn. It was so much fun to be so athletic with a man like that.

I felt his groin rub against me a couple times, but I think we were both too involved in the competition to pop boners. That is, until, I ended up with him on his back and my legs pinning his furry chest to the ground.

We breathed heavily, trying to suck in some oxygen. I kind of laughed as I reached down and felt up his prick real quickly. It was just one of those gestures that men do to show other men that they have beaten them at something.

"Wow!" I said before I could stop myself.

"Now you know what a real man feels like," Jason grinned. He knew that I knew his prick was huge. I wondered if he also knew I would never be secretly obsessing over that amazing hard-on in his pants for the foreseeable future.

"Let me up now," he ordered. His commanding voice snapped me out of my mini-daydream.

I got up and offered him my hand to pull him up too.

"Let’s say we get a couple cold ones and take a break in the house. Come on," Jason encouraged with an arm lightly around my shoulder.

I sat in the living room which I only know was the living room because they had already set up the TV and DVD player. Other than that, there was no furniture. There were just a lot of boxes, some opened, some not, but all of them still full.

Jason appeared in the doorway with a few cans of beer tucked under each arm. "There’s plenty more where this came from," he announced, draining half a can at once. "You want to watch some TV?" he asked. "I already got the cable hooked up yesterday."

I agreed so he turned it on and found the remote in a little box next to the TV. "Sorry there’s no furniture. I guess you’ll have to use me as your cushion."

I was feeling much more confident with him now. "Yeah, you friggin wish I would, don’t you?"

He just laughed at me. "Screw cable, let’s watch a movie," he said. Apparently, it was already in the DVD player because he hit play on the remote and the TV sprang to life with some weird music.

Then an image came on the screen of a woman undressing in front of a naked man. The man kept squeezing her breasts to make her giggle and groan.

"OK, well, not quite what I expected," I said.

"What’s the matter? Don’t you like porn?" he asked sounding a bit disappointed.

"Yeah, it’s OK, but I usually like to-" I let the sentence hang unfinished.

"You know what I like to do when I watch porn?" Jason asked. "I like to get my huge prick sucked." He stood up in front of me and whipped out this nine inch piece of meat and waved it in front of my face.

I could smell the sweat of the morning’s work all over his male crotch. It was just like that day in gym class with the guy wagging his c**k at my eye level.

Jason’s prick looked even better than in my imagination the day before. This was no day dream.

This 6’1" stud was offering me this gorgeous cockhead to lick, swallow and enjoy. It filled with blood and hormones and started to stand at attention.

"Go ahead, Roy. I know you want it. Suck my c**k, boy."

I grabbed his legs to anchor myself and gratefully accepted his rod into my mouth.

He pushed it in really slowly, I could feel each inch of his skin slide through my eager lips. I let my hands run up the back of his legs and began to knead his ass while he rocked back and forth in place making me swallow and then disgorge his tasty prick over and over. I got some of his precum on the tip of my tongue and mentioned that it tasted salty.

"I’ll give you something to taste," he promised. He opened up another can of beer and poured most of it into the hair of his stomach. It soaked in and ran down all over his c**k.

He drank what was left in the can and then opened another. This time, he aimed it differently and doused his 9 inch man-stick in beer. Then he finished off that can and shoved his manhood back into my mouth.

I never tasted beer so good in all my life. I wanted to suck every drop off his prick.

"Lick me clean," he commanded.

I did as I was told, getting high from the combination of the feeling of having incredible s*x with a man, his sweat, the beer, and the precum that kept escaping from the tip of his irresistible p***s.

"I’m getting close," he moaned. "I don’t want to c*m yet so it's my turn to pleasure you. I love young, smooth, muscle boys like you. The innocence gives me a hard-on," he whispered in my ear as he turned me over on my back and laid me on the floor.

He reached down and started groping my chest. He was a little rough with my nips, but thanks to all the beer, I didn’t care. He was humping my leg while he played with my chest.

I closed my eyes and just reached up and massaged those hairy armpits, the same ones that he had wiped my shirt in, marking his territory forever.

Then Jason grabbed my ballsac in his hands and started tweaking my balls gently. As he went on, he got rougher and rougher.

One time he pulled so hard, I almost screamed out. He must have known it was going to happen because he reached over and put his legs near my mouth.

I sunk my teeth into his flesh rather than scream. That must have really got him going, because that’s when he started to turn his mouth in to a vacuum cleaner on my hard-on. I even tried to pull away from him, but his firm jaw grip was impossible to break.

His tongue flew wildly around my staff while the whole thing just got sucked deeper and deeper into his body. I thought his cheeks would collapse if he used any more pressure. It was the most incredible feeling in the world.

I knew then and there that it takes a real man to be able to pleasure another man. Every w***e in the world combined could never come close to the way a man can manipulate another man’s body into spasms of pleasure.

I felt a twitching in my back and I knew that my chute was more than ready to empty.

Jason wasn’t finished with me yet. He turned me over on my stomach and got on top of me.

I was completely under him and completely enclosed by his body. In that moment, I knew I would be his for as long as he wanted me and I would do anything to make that man c*m.

He reached around to my mouth and made me lick his hand. He then put that hand under me and started sliding it up and down my shaft. Mixed with the macho juice I had leaking, it was an endless supply to keep my d**k lubricated.

He told me to spit into his other hand which I did. Jason then kept his hand on my p***s, but moved enough so he could lick me from the back of my neck right down to the base of my manhole.

All he had to do was touch the outside of my hole, and I couldn’t take any more. A wave of euphoria passed through my body. With it, jism erupted in a burst of screaming orgasm.

Jason moaned approvingly as he collected the sticky substance in his hand that had been massaging my member for so long. He used my semen to lubricate his own d**k. I could hear his hand slide up and down his erection.

I thought he was going to spew it all over my back. Instead, without warning, I felt his 9 inches burst through my virginal anus. This time, he was not gentle in any way.

He rammed every inch right through my body. I felt this intense pain, like my organs were being ripped out.

He pumped up and down a few times and then covered my insides with his warm, penetrating stud juices. That, along with the pressure of having this 6’1", 190 pound man half inside me, caused my own prick to shoot again. This time I soaked his carpet with my wetness.

I then felt his arms close around me firmly, but tenderly. His wet, hairy chest tickled my back. He held me close to him and I felt his heart beating against my skin.

He kissed the back of my neck lightly. I turned my head so my lips could meet his.

Our tongues touched and I felt a surge of s****l energy go through my body. We kissed for what seemed like hours.

Every day, for the rest of that summer vacation, I was definitely the teacher’s pet. Jason gave me a crash course in man to man s****l relations and I was a willing student!