NEW OWNER by Horny Mike (hornymikeny@gmail.com) This is a work of fiction - it was written by an adult and is intended for an adult audience.
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I live in a small town outside of New York City and I frequently take short walks to the downtown area to grab a bite to eat or a drink. As I walk I pass by a few nice, quiet streets with some lovely houses.
There is one house in particular that began to catch my attention. It was for sale for a long time but I noticed that it was recently sold. It sat up from the sidewalk on a small hill and had a nice front porch. The porch had a short wall around it but you could still see anyone who happened to be sitting on the chair that was in the corner.
I passed by one morning and saw a husky older gentleman sitting there. Salt and pepper facial hair, flannel shirt, ballcap, and piercing eyes. He looked very sexy to me. Just my type. Now, my wife has no idea that I'm bisexual, but she knows that I did a little fooling around in college. What she doesn't know is that I cruise for cock any chance I get.
I politely nod to the guy and say "Morning." He nods back and waves, and I head off to pick up some coffee downtown.
A few nights later I was heading the same way to meet friends at a bar and the street was very quiet and dark. I couldn't make out anything on the porch but the small light of a cigar. I knew it was him. I waved my hand, and I could barely see him waving back.
I began to fantasize about him, especially when my wife was giving me a handjob or blowjob. He was just the type of guy that made me want to get on my knees and service him until he shot his hot, wet cum into my mouth.
One morning I was up very early and told my wife I was taking a walk. It was just before dawn, and even though it was early I was hoping to see him, but he wasn't on his porch. I could tell from up the street that he wasn't there. I felt a little down but when I looked up at his house I saw something. The house had three floors, the uppermost must have been just a small additional room or an attic, but there was one big window up there that faced the street. I saw what looked like someone up there, and it looked like him. I walked slowly down the street and kept looking up. As I got closer, my heart started racing.
I saw him, totally naked, on his knees, masturbating. He was pinching his nipple and giving his massive cock a nice, easy, smooth stroke. His cock looked perfect. Curved up, thick, gorgeous head, and he shaved (which I like). He was looking out at the street, almost daring anyone who might be awake to see him. I stopped in my tracks. Within a few seconds he must have seen something as he turned his head towards me. Embarrassed, I quickly turned away and walked down the street. I hoped he had seen me, but I was too flustered in that moment.
Later that day when my wife went to the store I thought of him and masturbated furiously, eating my cum from my hand. I felt so stupid for missing what might have been a great chance with this hot guy.
The next night, I was on my way home from hanging out with one of my best friends and I was walking up his street. I honestly wasn't even paying attention when I heard someone say "Hey there."
I looked up, and I was in front of his house. He was on the porch.
"Hey, how are you?"
"Good, man, good. Just enjoying the evening. Nice to be out late when it's so quiet, isn't it?"
"Yea," I said. "And the weather is gorgeous." Oh for fuck's sake, my mind was going a mile a minute. I couldn't believe we were actually having a conversation. My cock was twitching.
"Heading home?" He said.
"Well, yea." I said "But it's so nice out."
"Come sit if you want for a bit, it's nice to have company and meet new folks."
Here was my chance, or at least I hoped. I walked up onto his porch. He was wearing a camouflage vest, no shirt underneath, a tattered ballcap, shorts, and massive boots. Fuck, he was my dream guy!
I shook his hand and took a seat. "I'm Mike."
"Tom, nice to meet you."
"So," I said, trying to keep my cool, "You like the town so far?"
"Yea, it's real nice. Quiet. And it seems to suit me well. My kind of folks up here I think." He gestured to a 6-pack at his side. "Beer?"
"No, I'm okay... I had plenty tonight!"
He laughed. "Gotta be on the straight and narrow when you get home, right?"
"Yea, you know how it is," I joked.
We sat there and shared a slightly uncomfortable silence. Then, he turned to me.
"I saw you the other morning."
"Oh, you did?"
"Mm hmm. That was you I saw."
"Yes, it was. Sorry if..."
"Did you like what you saw?"
"Um, well..."
"Ha ha, I know you did." He smiled and talked a little softer. "I know you did. Because I know that you're just a faggot, aren't you? I can spot `em a mile away. I love faggots like you, the ones that are still in the closet. You just can't take your mind off of it, can you?"
I honestly didn't know what to say. Then, he started unzipping his pants.
"Have a look." He opened his fly and pulled his cock out. It flopped down over his shorts and looked so thick and juicy. It was soft, but slowly growing before my eyes.
"Ha ha, don't worry, no one can see up here with the porch wall where it is. I play out here often. Usually when people like yourself are walking by. Gets me off."
He slid his shorts down off of his legs and over his boots. Now he was totally naked from the waist down except for his hot-as-fuck boots. He started stroking his cock with his right hand and his left hand started rubbing my arm. He then grabbed my hand and I let him. He was pulling me towards him. He put his hand around the back of my head and rubbed my hair, but at the same time was pulling me down and towards his cock.
I offered little resistance. I got on my knees, stared that cock in the face, placed my hands on his meaty hairy thighs, and took him into my wet mouth.
I began to suck this hot man's hot cock and was very much enjoying myself. His cock was thick with a slight curve upwards, and it had a terrific cockhead. There was a very pronounced ridge where his pointed mushroom head met the shaft and frenulum. I started off slowly, trying to get the entire length of his cock wet with my saliva. I couldn't help myself but moan a little but I kept trying to not make so much noise...I settled instead for some hot, heavy breathing.
He seemed to be just sitting back and enjoying this hot suckjob I was giving him. He moved his legs a little and kicked off his shorts to the side. He was gently rubbing his right nipple as it poked out from his vest.
"Mmmm yea...suck that cock, faggot," he said softly as I continued giving him the sexiest blowjob I could. My head was bobbing up and down as I got his thick shaft slick with my mouth and lips. I was rubbing his thighs gently and appreciating the strength and muscles he had. This man could really pound my ass, I thought.
I lifted up my head and started to stroke his cock slowly with my hand. I looked up at him with a wry smile.
"Mmm...you like that cock, don't you?"
I nodded. "I fucking LOVE it."
And that's when I glimpsed a patch sewn onto his vest. I could barely make it out, but there it was in plain sight. " TRUMP 2024". I paused for just a moment but didn't want to let on that I had seen anything. I consider myself as liberal as the day is long, but I could not pass up my chance to make love to this stunning penis in my hands.
I bent down again and began to suck and stroke at the same time - slowly, using my fingers to stimulate his shaft and tickle his frenulum and cockhead as I sucked. I put my hands back on his thighs and started pumping my head up and down with a little more speed. His hands were running through my hair...he must have been enjoying this.
I could hear a couple walking down the street. Fortunately they couldn't see what was going on and that also added to the sexiness of the situation. Being almost caught is a huge turn-on for me. It must be for him, too, I thought. I thought in that moment that I can't wait to come here again, get naked, and suck some cock like a cockslut faggot. Maybe even get fucked if I'm lucky. All out in the open.
I came up again for air and grabbed the base of his cock. I licked furiously at his piss slit and worked my tongue against his frenulum. I still was trying to process the fact that this was a Trump voter, but my hard dick was overriding my brain.
I saw another patch on his vest, something about the 2nd Amendment. And I also saw a "MAGA" button on his vest. It was dark but I'm sure it was bright red.
For some reason my cock began to get harder and harder. I could feel it straining against my shorts. I was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts so I tugged at the waistband and pulled them down a bit to let my cock breathe. As it popped out it was rock hard and raging (I never wear underwear when I go out) and a little precum was dangling from my cockhead. I touched my cock instinctively as I gazed at this sexy beast in front of me.
Maybe it was the pure thrill of being with a hardcore MAGA stud, but I was incredibly turned on by now. I got my mouth down on his cock again and sucked and stroked. I was pulling at his cock with each upstroke, basically begging him to flood my mouth with his hot, wet, white seed.
"Fuck, you're a fucking professional, you fag. You suck cock so fucking good." His voice was so sexy. I was so fucking horned up. "You want my cum, don't you faggot?" All I did was raise my eyes to him and answer him with a look. I wanted it bad.
"Mmm," he said, "I bet you want my cum you fucking faggot."
He held my head where it was and started jerking his cock just at the base. I kept my hot mouth attached to his sexy, wet cockhead, waiting for my reward. My right hand went to my cock and started furiously pumping it.
Within just a few seconds I was cumming my load all over my shorts and his porch, and then I noticed him starting to tense up...I was ready.
"Oh...oooh...FUUUUCCKKK," he said and suddenly his cock was spurting shot after shot of hot, wet, sticky, creamy seed into my mouth. I started swallowing what I could and it kept coming. He was still holding my mouth on his hot thick cock while he pumped his semen into my mouth and down my throat.
Finally he stopped shooting wads of cum into my mouth and he relaxed his hand around my head. I grabbed his cock again and began to suck and lick wildly at it, lapping up all of the leftover semen on his cock and relishing this hot man's tool that just owned my mouth.
"Fuck, snowflake, you're a fucking hot fag for sure."
He called me snowflake...how did he know?
"Next time," he said, "I'm going to breed your fag pussy for sure. You're all mine now."
He leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. I still had some of his cum on them, but he didn't seem to mind. Then he patted my cheek affectionately and pulled up his shorts.
I pulled my shorts back up and sat down again. "Sorry about the cum on your porch."
"Ha ha, no worries buddy...I cum on it all the time." He laughed.
I smiled at him and said that I'd be back, and I meant it. This was only the beginning.
THE END