My Emo Neighbor

By Terry Green

Published on Aug 16, 2022

Gay

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It was another steamy humid day just outside the nations capital, as commuters packed the Beltway, with the usual horn honking and middle fingers. While not as crazy as New York City, where I had grown up, traffic was a constant reminder of how built up the area was. In southern Maryland, I was one of the few men on my street, who had this Tuesday odd. Due to working for a think tank, I could make up my own hours. Often I'd roll into DC from Wheaton, and cover Saturday and Sunday for 12 hours. The other 16 hours was easy to handle, whenever I felt like going in. Having the metro close by helped, as it was only a 1/4 mile hike. If I drove in, it wasn't too bad surprisingly, but on days with an accident it could be a nightmare.

Getting in the shower, I enjoyed the water pressure on my 40 year old back. Having worked construction while in my formative years, to pay for my college tuition, I still was quite ripped. Then again working out helped a lot. I was a junkie at X Sport Fitness, and still ran six minute miles. My resting heart rate at 55, my doctor was impressed with my recent physical. He knew I was gay, and we had discussed safe sex, finding acceptance, along with a host of other health related materials. As the soap drizzled on me with the body wash, I made sure the suds went to those spots we all know can be affected by the heat. This always relaxed me, and toweling off in the mirror, I liked what I saw. My blonde hair, blue eyes, amped up body, and big cock were prominent.

Putting on my briefs, I shaved what was on my beard areas. Always liked being smooth, and that of course included special areas as well. Putting on deodorant and Prada, I knew that putting on cargo shorts with the blue t shirt would work well. Coffee and breakfast helped, and I decided to take my laptop on the front porch. This was a spot that I regularly roosted in, and I was happy to see Billy mowing his parents grass. A first year community college student, he was so damn sexy, and I so wanted to have him. Seeing him out there with his dyed black hair, I felt my hormonal burning to be at its highest. Mom and dad were at work, and I saw him smiling at me. Could he be? In my mind thoughts of his nude body were conjured up, as I so wanted him the most possibly worst way.

It had been several days since watching porn. I had literally shot a huge load, as I watched a emo guy getting plowed. Was Billy in my thoughts as I got off to this? Yes. There was real angst. Frustration and my sexual desires were so, part of my DNA that I would lose my focus on everything else. He was so fucking sexy. 5'7 or so and 150 pounds at best, I had gotten hot watching his slim build in those tiny shorts that he wore when doing outdoor chores. It was in my mind to fill him up, to kiss him with reckless abandon, and surreal passion. Yet even with so many signs, would he go for it? Possible. Sadly I could be too old for his liking, and this would have to be an area to tread carefully. He was legally an adult, but we definitely were from different generations.

As I drank another cup of coffee, he had the lawnmower out. Our eyes connected, and we waved to each other. Looking at his soft yet so well developed legs, I dreamed of running my hands up them, to find his sex organ and have my way. It was time for him to feel satisfied, and I also wanted to absolutely explode in him with real vigor and tenacity. Today I decided to get a little bold, as the suns appearance was quite brutal. Taking my shirt off, I stood up in the porch. He was eyeing me up and down. Oh yes the signals were very direct indeed. As my cargo pants got tighter, the sense of tension grew even more. It was like that cloud that grows continuously, and the lighting and thunder were a recipe brewing. That proverbial furnace down below, was working at full capacity, as looking at that ass in those shorts was so hot. He had that peach in the rear, that well you know.

As I read my stock portfolio and datasets, I tried to cool down. It might be time to take a shower with icy water. Yet my male sex organ couldn't help it. So hard I could probably cut a Diamond, I finally went inside. Taking that cold shower, I was able to resolve for now my dilemma that was so truly painful. This was supposed to be a day to relax. Yet I was frustrated, and as I put on orange briefs, there was a knock at the door. Probably another bill collector. Opening it there was Billy, and he said "hi " to me rather meekly. I responded back, and without warning he kept the door open. "I have seen how you look at me Terry, and I know you and I want the same thing." Instantly thrown out of my head, I somehow maintained my balance. He had closed the door, and started to massage the crotch in my almost panty looking underwear. Oh wow my knees were so weak, as precum oozed to the surface. Billy smiled at me. His blue eyes were oceanic and stunning. He had me transfixed, and before anything made sense we were kissing.

Lips and tongues mixed. That salty vibe, and the smell of our pheromones dancing together. He had single-handedly taken down my underwear, and his hands were magic on my private parts. The softest palms and fingers made my penis and balls his putty. My labored breathing along with his, as we kissed, along with him wearing nothing. Oh yes he was smooth everywhere. Kissing more vigorously we rubbed our cocks together, and I necked him with enthusiasm of a schoolboy myself. He was moaning, and I fell in love with his nipples, which I made sure to do tongue laps around. Billy's sexuality exuded, and before I could protest, he was on his knees. Oh wow he had taken control, and I was so happy to be his victim.

He so made my hard eight inches of cock disappear. His lips were like smooth velvet, and as he looked me in the eyes, I gasped in ecstasy. He was literally throating my hardness, and as he sucked on my large egg shaped balls, I screamed in delight. This was an epic blowjob, and soon he stopped, but guided me to the couch. He was between my legs and so enthusiastic. Sweat flew out of me, my eyes rolled, and I quivered as he had his way with my full desire. Up and down he went, and I held on to his black hair, as the inevitable gagging began. Precum was on his lips drizzled down, and soon I flipped his tables.

I fell in love with his shaft. He groaned as I gently rubbed it, and tickled the bottom with my finger tips. His testicles were up, indicating sperm was being manufactured, and I used my mouth like a musical instrument on him. First kissing him, I went down and serenaded his sensitive nipples. Then further south, as I got below his waist, and made that nicely cut cock of his all mine. Gobbling like a wild turkey, I took his knob in all the way with my saliva and hot mouth walls. Such a delicious treat, and I lapped up the beginnings of his DNA.

With a finger on his ass, he defied logic by shaking. Something wasn't right, and I stopped right there. "I'm a virgin Terry, and not sure I'm into that." It was if the wind had been taken out of my sails. Yet as a good man, I only knew what to do here, and continued to suck his penis as vociferously as I could. He was so hard. I could feel his breathing change. His heart rate was up. Going down as hard as I could, I was rewarded by him howling and his face making all kinds of contortions. Oh yes as I literally felt him explode in my mouth, his screams of pleasure, and his dna rolling down my throat. Swirling the cum with my tongue we kissed. I started to jerk my large hard penis off, and as his warm palms felt my large balls up, I came with a vigorous charge that defied physics. Both of us breathing heavily, my sperm all over his chest, we had the start of something special.

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