Suburban Summer

by Azazian I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a hot day in August. I was working in my parent's garage, when I heard a knocking behind me. I looked around, and saw it was our next door neighbor, the object of many a wet dream up and down the block… especially mine. Joe was a tall man, in his late twenties, (I was 18 at the time), and he was a gorgeous man at that. He was about 5 foot 9, had black hair, and deep hazel eyes that looked right through you. He had a great bod, that he had built up during his college wrestling days, full of muscles, ripples and best of all…hair, all over his tight, strong chest. He walked over to me, in the back corner of the garage, and I was shocked by what I was seeing. He was shirtless, barefoot, and was wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants, cut off like shorts, with no underwear. I was in heaven watching him walk to me, seeing his cock and balls sway back and forth under the thin, yellow material that covered them. He continued his stroll, smiling ear to ear, and extended his hand to me when he finally reached me. I tore my eyes from his crotch, said hello, and shook his out stretched hand. We talked for just moments, then he confessed his true reasons for his visit- he needed to borrow a water hose. I agreed to his request, and pulled our extra hose out of the cabinet behind me. He took it from me, and thanked me, then began to exit the garage. When he reached the door, he looked back at me, grinned, and then walked out of the doorway. I just stood there in sheer awe of him, and the fantasies that encounter would fuel later that day in the shower. After a few moments, that brief encounter wasn't enough for me… I needed more fodder for my jack-off session later, so I decided to spy on him working on his backyard lawn. I went to the side of my garage, where I thought I would scope out where to stand, and as soon as I turned the corner, there he was. I almost died right then. He was there, on the side of my house… on his side of the fence, taking a piss. His shorts were pulled down, only under his balls, and he was holding his dick in his right hand, using his left to hold himself propped up against the side of his house. In a second, he saw me, and my heart skipped a beat. I nodded, and in a stupid move, kneeled down on the ground, and began to pick imaginary weeds out of the sparse grass around the garage. I looked up, and saw he had finished pissing, but his cock was still hanging out of his shorts. He was playing with it, looking right at me. It was then that I said ‘Fuck it… you only live once.' I signaled him over with my lingering eyes, and he responded immediately. As he walked over, he let his shorts fall off his legs, and he walked right out of them. He came right up to the fence, and I moved in closer. I licked my lips, and he slid his cock right through one of the diamond- shaped holes in the chain link fence. I took that long, hard cock into my mouth, licking the drop of piss off as it entered my mouth. He grabbed onto the fence, and began to fuck my mouth through the fence. I whipped my cock out of my jeans, and stroked it to the rhythm of his thrusts. It was the best sensation I had ever felt…until that moment, at least. At one point, he reached over the fence, and held my head steady as he plowed his cock into my mouth. I felt his cock ram into my hungry mouth… huge, thick, and slick with my spit… and I loved every minute of it. Then, without any warning, he pulled out of my mouth and stepped back a step. He just stood there, stroking his rock hard cock, covered with sweat from the heat of the day. I stood up, a little confused at that point, and looked at him. He stepped towards me, grabbed my head with his right arm, and pulled me towards him…against the fence. He drew his mouth to my ear and said in a deep, hot, steamy voice… " I want to make love to you, Ken." I didn't have to think long about that. In my mind, he had fucked me in every room of my house, and his… from what I imagined the inside of his house to be. So, I reached down for the latch, opened the gate, and told him to lead on, I would go wherever he wanted. He grabbed my hand, and led me to the backyard. He undressed me slowly… not that I was wearing much anyway, and he laid me down on the soft bed of well kept grass. We took up a 69 position, and that is when I had my first taste of a blow-job. I knew how to suck a dick… I had sneaked a peek at a gay video my brother had stashed away from prying eyes… and it seemed simple enough to do. But I had never had another mouth on my dick, and it was something else. He sucked my cock long and hard. He spit it up first, and made a circular motion with his hand, up and down the shaft, as he sucked the head. His mouth watered so much, that the spit began to drool down the crack of my ass, wetting up my chute. He began playing with my hole with his finger first, then he moved his tongue down to it, and began to eat out my ass. He moved out of the 69 position, pushing me onto my stomach, as he kneeled down between my open legs. He ate me out for a while before I felt his fingers again. He pushed them in gently at first, then forced them in some distance. It was painful at first, but I soon fell into the moment, and the pain went away. I heard him spit up his cock, and swish the spit all over the shaft, then I felt his thick knobby head at my chute… pushing its way inside me. He slowly inched it in… all 8 inches, and began to fuck me slowly. I could feel him inside me, his closeness, his heat, his breath. It overwhelmed me. It astounded me. I felt his hairy legs rubbing up against mine, his bush tickling the crack of my ass, his balls smacking up against my hole… as his cock slid in and out of my tight hole. As he fucked me, I raised my ass to him, and he let me get on my knees. In the ‘doggy' position, I felt him penetrate even more. I grabbed onto my cock and began to jack off to the rhythm of his body once again. Just as I felt my balls begin to tingle, and pull up tight against my shaft, I told him to fuck me harder. I wanted him to rip my ass apart. He began to pound my ass, but I wanted it harder. I called him a ‘pussy'… and he fucked me even harder. I told him to ram my asshole… and he pounded me harder. I yelled to him to fuck me faster… and he fucked my hole as fast and as hard as he could. I jacked my rod as he fucked me deep, and hard… and I felt the cum shoot through me and out my piss-slit like a rocket. It shot out of me… sending dizzying pulses of pleasure and pain to my head, shot after shot. Joe kept on fucking me hard until I felt his cock tense up inside me, and then he slowed down and shot his hot load up my ass. I felt his cock pump out every drop of cum in his balls. It was the best sensation I have ever felt, to have a hot, thick cock up my ass, pumping its load, deep inside my body. We collapsed together, drenched in sweat, onto the lawn. It was pure heaven. Joe and I spent the rest of the day together, talking, and getting to know one another better. He and I became lovers a year after that.