No doubt about it, my neighbor had me hooked. George had given me my first taste of sex, and now I wanted to gorge myself on it. For the next several days, I felt as if a low-grade but constant arousal was burning beneath my skin. Though I masturbated morning and night, I still woke up hard, practically humping my mattress.
As George said, I had an itch that needed scratching.
Along with providing me an outlet for sexual relief, my neighbor had offered me something even more valuable, something I wouldn’t fully appreciate until much later: he served as a confessor, listening to my deepest secrets even while insisting I required no forgiveness for who I was.
By the time Tuesday arrived, I was so restless I wanted to crawl out of my own skin. My shift at the grocery store was endless, and even when I encountered Ben’s mom in the produce section, I couldn’t be bothered by the way she shunned me. My thoughts were all wrapped up in George, and in what we would do once I got home.
I clocked out at four that afternoon, barely taking the time to say goodbye to Doris. As I pulled into my driveway, I spotted George’s truck parked in front of his house. The sight made me grin.
Once inside my own house, I rushed to get ready. I was determined to make the most of every minute George and I had to ourselves. Mom wouldn’t leave her office until five, and then she’d be at the retirement party for at least a couple of hours after that.
I’d shaved just that morning, so my face was still smooth. All I needed was another shower, this one quick. I hurried through the tasks of brushing my teeth and gargling with mouthwash, and making sure my curls weren’t too unruly. I also put on a little of that cologne George seemed to like.
And then I dressed in my tightest pair of jeans. Studying my reflection in the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I realized George had a point: unlike the rest of me, my ass was decidedly plump, almost like a woman’s. I chose to put on a simple tank top. The day was plenty warm enough for it, and I wanted to show off some of my body to George before he got me naked.
Lastly, I checked my nails again. I’d cut them super short, then filed them completely smooth. I knew from my past experience of playing with my own ass that tidy fingernails were essential. I wanted to make sure I was prepared for whatever George asked of me that evening.
Before I headed next door, I left Mom a note on the kitchen counter: Went to help George with something. I planned on being back home before she arrived, but just in case I lost track of time, I didn’t want her to worry.
Outside, I felt the heat of the fading day wash over me. Out of habit, I headed toward George’s backyard. As I drew nearer, my pulse quickened. While knocking on his door, I was already half-hard.
When he opened up, I didn’t even try to muffle my moan. The man wore only a pair of briefs, and I could easily see the outline of his big cock.
“Come on in, sexy,” he told me with a smile. As I stepped into the kitchen, I caught that clean scent on him again. His hair was damp from his own shower.
I waited until he’d closed the door and turned toward me. Then I moved to press my body against his. Immediately, his arms circled my waist. His lips were teasing at my neck but harder on my mouth. I eagerly kissed him back, and as our tongues met, I couldn’t resist grinding a little against George’s crotch.
“Already hard and horny for me,” he said once we broke the kiss. Though he wore that same smile, his stare was hot. “I love it.”
He offered me a drink, which I politely declined. Then he asked if I was hungry, and I said, as corny as ever, “Only for you.”
George laughed, clearly pleased. “Then I guess there’s just one thing left to ask. Want to go to the bedroom?”
“Absolutely!” I was long past trying to play it cool.
As he led me down the hall, I kept my stare fixed on his ass. On Saturday night, I didn’t have a chance to enjoy it, but that was about to change.
George’s bedroom, like the living room, brought forth memories of Faye. I guessed she had chosen the cheery floral bedspread, and also the filmy curtains. On a dresser by the window was a framed photograph of George and Faye on their wedding day. George had placed his gold wedding band in front of the picture.
Again, I felt that pressure in my chest, almost painful, when I thought of how much he’d grieved the loss of his wife. While I’d been caught up in the drama and drudgery of high school, my neighbor had spent countless evenings alone in this house.
But as he now drew back the bed covers, I noticed his eyes were bright. He looked younger somehow, and I realized that was because of me.
He didn’t need to tell me to get undressed. The second he started tugging down his briefs, I pulled my top over my head. My hands were shaking, not with nervousness, but from excitement as I lowered my jeans and underwear.
George approached me, his hard dick leading the way. Once he was close enough, I couldn’t resist circling my fingers around that thick shaft.
He moaned at my touch, and then his hands were all over me. My cock swayed and twitched as George played with my nipples. With surprising firmness, he grabbed my ass and held me to him.
“God, you turn me on so much,” he said before sucking at my earlobe. When his mouth again found mine, he sucked on my tongue as well.
By that point, I was so horny that I was smearing precum on George’s skin.
“Ready for more?” he whispered.
I could only nod, not trusting my voice.
George guided me to the bed. Sliding between clean sheets, I noticed that little jar of Vaseline on the nightstand. A needy quiver coursed through me when I thought of thrusting my slick cock between George’s ass cheeks, the way he’d used mine the last time we were together.
He lay next to me, his skin a warm contrast to the cool sheets. I snuggled closer to kiss his mouth and neck. With my hand on his cock, I asked, “Want me to suck you off? I’m a quick learner, so I promise I’ll be better this time.”
“You were wonderful before.” George’s chest was rising and falling a little faster as I stroked his dick. “And yes, I’d love for you to take me in your mouth again.”
Grinning, I started to ease down the bed, but before I could get far, George stopped me. I looked at him, my face a question.
“Would you also be willing to finger my ass?” As he spoke, he took my hand and examined my nails. What he saw made him smile. “Oh, I think so.”
“Hell yes!” Already, I was sitting up and reaching for the petroleum jelly. “But I’ve only done this to myself, so you might need to give me a little instruction.”
“I can do that, baby.”
It was the first time he’d called me that, and I shivered from the pleasure of hearing it. Moments later, George was on his back, and I was kneeling between his spread legs. I heard his pleasured groan when I gave the entire length of his cock a slow lick. With my mouth at his tip, I swirled my tongue over his glans while gently playing with his foreskin.
I soon learned that he loved me licking and sucking the underside of his cockhead. Gazing up at him, I teased his frenulum with my tongue.
“Yes, yes, right there!” he urged, burying his fingers in my hair.
My mouth kept up its enthusiastic working until I couldn’t resist taking several inches of his dick between my lips. His hips gave an involuntary thrust, which drove him into my throat. Even as my eyes began leaking tears, I didn’t pull off. Only the need for a lungful of air forced me to sit up and draw in a deep breath.
George stared at me with that same incredulous expression. “It normally takes me a little while to come, but you’ve already got me close!”
I grinned, thrilled by his words. “I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”
Lying on my stomach, I stroked George’s cock while giving his balls plenty of attention. He writhed on the bed, as if he could barely control himself.
Suckling at his sac had my dick drooling even more precum. My fingers were careful in exploring his perineum; at first, I applied only the lightest touch to that sensitive area.
“Ah, Christ! Keep doing that!” George drew up his legs to offer me better access. Now, I could easily see every detail of his asshole: the puckered skin, and the circle of coarse hair surrounding it. Unable to resist, I flicked my tongue against his opening.
His loud moan of arousal persuaded me to attempt multiple tasks at once. With one hand, I pumped away at his dick. With the fingertips of my other hand, I massaged his tight asshole. And with my mouth, I kissed and licked his perineum.
“My God, that feels incredible!” George let his head fall back on the pillow, his eyes closing as I strove to please him. My mouth drifted lower until my lips were at his ass. His moans bordered on cries as I used my tongue to stimulate him there.
He reached to pull his buttocks even farther apart, and as a result, his hole opened up a little. Immediately, I took advantage, working my tongue tip inside.
I heard George panting. His cock pulsed without me touching it, a sign of just how excited he was. Part of me couldn’t believe I actually had my tongue in my neighbor’s ass. Just a week ago, I’d never even fantasized about doing such a thing. Now, I couldn’t get enough. My own dick remained fully hard as I indulged in this new pleasure.
Yet I never forgot that he’d asked me to penetrate him. Maybe it was my anxiety that made me postpone that act; I still worried about hurting him.
But I finally worked up the nerve to open the Vaseline and coat my index finger with it. I smeared some on George’s hole as well. His eyes were open now, and he was staring at me with such need that I knew I couldn’t lose my nerve.
I was careful, so careful, working my finger inside him. It was a relief to meet with no resistance; his ass easily accepted that digit.
I didn’t need to ask if George enjoyed it. The way his gaze went a little unfocused gave me my answer. Growing braver, I started finger-fucking him. The Vaseline made my movements effortless.
George released a low, throaty laugh. “Fuck, I love that! Put another finger inside me, Sawyer.”
Gingerly, I did as he asked. Once I had two fingers buried inside him, he idly stroked his cock, like it was an afterthought. My own dick was aching from arousal.
For a few minutes, the only sound in the room was our breathing, and my slick fingers pumping in and out of George’s hole. I stared downward, watching his flesh yield to each thrust I gave.
“Spread your fingers apart while they’re deep in my ass,” George said.
My gaze flicked up to him. Unable to hide my bewilderment, I stammered out, “What?”
He merely smiled at my confusion. “I want you to stretch me.”
“What if I hurt you?” My fingers had grown still.
“You won’t, I promise,” George said.
I understood he’d done this before, and I had to trust him to guide me. Keeping my stare fixed on his face, I slowly spread my fingers apart. Soon, I reached what I felt was his body’s limit.
“A little more,” he coaxed. “Don’t worry, I can take it.”
I let him talk me through it, and I didn’t stop even when a shadow of discomfort swept over his features.
“Does this…” I struggled for the right words. “Does this make you feel good?”
George’s smile returned. “It prepares me for what will feel really, really good.”
I was so intent on the task of delicately stretching George’s hole that my muscles were rigid with tension. “And what’s that?” I asked.
“Your cock.”
My head snapped up, and my mouth dropped open.
Seeing my dumbfounded expression, George said, “Don’t you want to?”
This man, whom I already craved, was offering me the chance to lose my virginity by fucking his ass. Of course I wanted to! But even as my dick wildly twitched, I was filled with fear. I had no idea what I was doing.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I confessed, unnecessarily. I was slow in withdrawing my fingers from George’s entrance.
As soon as I did, he moved to lie on his stomach. I watched him rise so he balanced on his hands and knees. Now, his ass was readily offered to me.
“It’ll be okay,” he assured me. “I need it, Sawyer, and I want you to give it to me.”
Though my mind presented an entire obstacle course of arguments against this, my dick again proved more than willing. Kneeling behind George, I followed his instructions to smear some Vaseline on the tip of my cock. Then I worked more into him.
“Come on,” he urged, his head hanging low. “Slide it inside me. Slow at first, okay?”
I was shaking as I took my cock in hand and pressed the head against his hole. For what seemed like the millionth time, I reminded myself to calm down. I was too excited, too clumsy with my own need. That put George at risk of me causing him pain, and that was the last thing I wanted.
Though I was horny as hell, my nerves got the best of me. I ended up with my cock poised at George’s hole, barely exerting any pressure.
“Give it to me,” he insisted.
I pushed in a little, then waited to see if he would relax. I heard George’s deep, steady breaths, far more even than my own.
“Keep going,” he said in a strained voice.
I grimaced while working my tip deeper inside. The relief I felt was overwhelming when my entire cockhead entered him. I was panting now, sweating profusely, while George gasped and moaned. I was terrified I had hurt him, after all.
But then he lifted his head and rocked back a little. “Don’t stop. Give me more of that dick.”
I was an eighteen-year-old virgin, desperate to be inside him balls deep, so I probably moved more quickly than I should have.
“Christ, I’ve missed this!” George revealed. “How do I feel, Sawyer?”
How did he feel? He felt like heaven itself. I could have sworn I’d been transported to paradise when I experienced the tight heat of his flesh around me.
“You feel so fucking good!” I choked out. It was a struggle, keeping my hips still, because all I wanted to do was start thrusting. While buried in his ass, I slid my hands along his warm skin. My palms rested on his hips, and I couldn’t resist grasping him firmly.
“You’re ready,” he said with a decisive nod. “As ready as I am. Fuck me, baby!”
As I began tentatively moving my hips, I thought it was only fair to warn him, “I won’t last.”
But of course, he must have known that. “It’s okay. Just enjoy it with me, and when you can’t hold back anymore, I don’t want you to pull out.”
I released a whimper, my dick twitching inside his walls. With a tighter hold on his hips, I started fucking him the way my body ached to. My thrusts were shallow at first, still hesitant, but George’s pleasured cries soon built my confidence.
Looking down, I watched my cock sliding in and out of his ass. It almost didn’t seem real, and I would have figured this was a dream if not for the intense satisfaction I got from the act. No dream could compare to this!
“I love being inside you!” I told him while pumping my hips at a faster pace. “I had no idea it could feel like this.”
George lowered his head until his cheek was resting against the mattress. With his right hand, he started jerking his cock. “Yeah, that’s it, take my ass, Sawyer!”
I was already on edge, my body rigid from fighting back my orgasm. I quickly realized it was a losing battle. “I’m sorry, but I can’t…” My voice broke, and I drew in a shaky breath. All the while, my hips moved with a halting, uneven rhythm. As usual, I possessed little grace.
“Gimme your cum!” George’s voice sounded like a growl, and I could tell he was furiously masturbating.
My skin slapped against his. In the warmth of the room, I smelled my own sweat, and the scent of our fucking. My fingertips dimpled George’s skin as I drove myself into him.
“Fuck!” I shouted. I was trembling all over, my muscles pulled tight.
With a final thrust, I surrendered. Though I probably lasted for all of two minutes, I felt something like triumph when I emptied my balls deep inside George’s ass. My groans sounded pained, while his were needy, hungry. Could he feel those spurts of cum? Could he feel my dick swelling even more within him?
I was reluctant to pull out once I’d finished. Trying to catch my breath, I caressed George’s skin.
“I’m sorry you didn’t come, too,” I managed to say. “Let me take care of you.”
He made the faintest whimper as I withdrew. My cock was still completely hard, looming out from me as if begging for another fuck. George let me ease him over and onto his back. His chest quickly rose and fell, and his erection throbbed.
I took a moment to lean forward and give him a deep, grateful kiss. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met,” I whispered against his lips. That made him smile.
My mouth traveled lower, over his neck and to his left nipple, which I eagerly sucked. I felt his fingers in my hair as he held me close.
“You make this old man feel incredible,” he said.
I planted tender kisses along his belly before reaching his dick. Sensing his longing to come, I didn’t tease. Instead, I circled my lips around his shaft and sucked him with all I had. In seconds, I’d taken every inch. My throat ached in protest, but I paid no mind to the discomfort. My gag reflex gave a weak performance which I managed to ignore. All I wanted was to offer George the same pleasure he’d given me.
His hand was firm on my head. I allowed him to guide my pace, and he drew me almost all the way off his dick before plunging me downward again. Spit flooded my mouth and then coated his shaft, and I made wet, gurgling sounds as he fucked my throat.
“You ready for it?” he said through heavy breaths.
I did my best to indicate I was. Though I needed air, I didn’t struggle in his grasp. Instead, I let him buck his hips until my mouth couldn’t accept another inch.
When he came, I didn’t taste a thing at first; he was too far down my throat. My eyes watered, and my lungs screamed, yet I let him feed me every drop of cum.
It was only after he released me and I pulled off that I caught a few droplets on my tongue. The taste was sharp, almost acrid. Still, I readily set about licking him clean.
“You are something else!” Now, he stroked my curls, his touch gentle. “I can’t remember the last time I came that hard!”
Sitting up, I gave him a huge grin. Though I’d had only a few stolen sips of alcohol in my life, at that moment in George’s bed, I was sure I knew what being intoxicated felt like. I was drunk from the orgasmic afterglow of losing my virginity, and from his praise.
He reached for me, and I settled down beside him, in his arms. “Thank you for trusting me to do that,” I said, then planted a kiss on his chest.
“I should be thanking you!” George’s low laugh sounded like a rumble. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a cock inside me. I’d been craving to feel that again, and you were fantastic.”
The smile was so fierce on my face that it made my cheeks ache. George and I lay there quietly for a few minutes, with no need for any more words. I even dozed off a bit, totally relaxed, and I guessed he did as well.
With my eyes still closed, I asked in a sleepy voice, “What are your plans for the Fourth of July?”
The holiday fell on a Thursday that year, and it was just two days away. I was off Thursday but scheduled to work Friday. I figured George might have both days off for a long weekend.
“Gerald’s visiting,” he said. “He’ll probably stay till Sunday.”
Gerald was George’s son. He lived several hours away but visited every few months. Since he was so much older than me, I didn’t know him well at all. What I did know was that his presence at George’s house would prevent me and my neighbor from spending time together.
“He’s also bringing his girlfriend,” George went on. “They haven’t been dating all that long, but it must be getting pretty serious, because he wants me to meet her.”
I nodded while my fingers grazed his thigh. After waiting for what I felt was an appropriate length of time, I said, “Maybe you and I can get together next week, then.”
George encircled me with both arms, and when he squeezed, I felt I was caught in the best bear hug ever.
Lowering his lips to my hair, he replied, “I’d love that.”
