It’s dark in the room. I can’t see more than a few feet away, and the light from my laptop screen isn’t helping. My cat keeps swatting something on the floor, and I keep trying to see what it is, hoping she hasn’t brought in a mouse. It’s just too dark.
It’s not even that late. The autumn’s evening sun sets when people are still milling about, engaging in evening runs or walking their dogs, and I frequently get the urge to be outside, sitting on the porch with my laptop and watching the evening activity. It makes me feel less lonely, like I am a part of the world.
As the fading light drains the color from the neighborhood, my neighbor Mike pulls into his driveway across the street. I guess he is getting home from work, but he’s later than usual. He’s a great guy; always walking over and bringing a beer or two just to hang out and talk. I enjoy his company a great deal.
I wave as he steps out of the car. I guess he was working out as he is in his white shirt and gray shorts, and when he waves back, a quickening–unexpected and almost imperceptible–causes me to smile contentedly. I like Mike a lot.
After a few minutes I am back to my laptop, the flickering between screens projecting on my eyes, once again blinding me to the outside. I don’t even hear Mike until he’s right up to the porch with two beers in his hands and a smile on his face. I feel that strange quickening again.
Mike is still in his workout clothes. I notice his broad shoulders silhouetted against the streetlamp, and when he steps into the porch light I notice something I’ve not noticed before, or perhaps never allowed myself to. Mike is attractive.
As he walks toward me, it’s clear that Mike isn’t wearing anything beneath his workout shorts. His easy gait causing his penis to swing beneath the smooth fabric, hypnotizing me. I catch myself transfixed for a moment before I snap out of it, inviting him to sit in the chair beside me. A little fear rushes through, hoping he didn’t notice.
We talk a bit, drink beer, and enjoy the evening. I mention his workout clothes, which sparks a conversation about his routine. ‘I can see it’s working for you’ I say awkwardly, and to my horror I automatically squeeze his shoulder, my hand briefly beyond my control. He doesn’t mind though, quite the opposite; he flexes slightly, almost as a joke, but beneath his shirt I can see the muscles twitch. The quickening turns to somewhat of a burning, and once again my automatic hand takes over, patting his chest. Still, he doesn’t seem to mind.
We talk for a little while longer, but I would be hard-pressed to remember anything. I could not take my eyes off him, his movements seemed powerful yet easy. The burning was stronger now. I didn’t understand it; I had never felt this way about Mike before, but all I wanted was to see him out of those clothes.
Perhaps it was the vacant look in my eyes, or the bumbling way I carried on my side of the conversation, that caused him to stand up. I thought he was leaving, and for a brief moment I was crestfallen, until he reached up to the gently rocking fan and tugged the chain, darkening the porch.
There were no words, nothing to guide me other than instinct. He stood before me, his compact but powerful frame eclipsing me, and my hands caressed his thighs. Only then did sense a weakness; a shudder that ran through him. I could feel his knees shaking, and it comforted me. He was as nervous as I was.
I lifted his shirt to expose his belly, kissing the coarse-yet-soft hair that tickled my lips and invited me further down. Almost as automatically as before, his shorts were around his ankles, and he stepped out of them while removing his shirt. With the exception of his shoes, Mike was naked on my front porch, and there is nothing more in the world I wanted right then.
His penis grew as I kissed lower, the softer hairs of his belly giving way to the course, thick pubic hair. He smelled musky, heavy, and his shaft bounced against my chin. This the end of the trail, there was no turning back. His breathing became heavier.
I moved back to see him. His penis was hard and throbbing, with a tiny drop of liquid seeping from the head. I wanted it, and ravenously my tongue lashed out, taking what I could from this tiny slit. What a perfect head he had! It was mushroom-shaped and seductive, the round rim of the head forming a perfect arrow beneath, and the skin glistened against the reflected streetlamp. I could see more liquid seeping out, and I brought the head to my lips, coating them with this lewd brine, then licking them clean.
I was ready for him now, and I parted my swollen lips and took him into my mouth. Once again he shuddered, almost collapsing as his knees seemed to buckle. My hands massaged his body, reaching around to the back to pull him in, and I could feel every muscle in his body tensing with pleasure.
His cock thrust gently into my mouth, my moans of pleasure escaping as more of his salty essence dripped down my throat. My hands kneaded his flesh as he pressed into me, and I could feel every vein against my lips as my tongue flicked beneath the head. Every curve excited me more as I sucked gently, the vulgar sounds echoing into the night air.
Soon I gripped his shaft, encircling it with my thumb and fingers. As he withdrew, I stroked the head, and I could feel his cock start to throb as I did. The wet sucking sounds grew louder with my lust, and I starved for him to fill my throat. Just as the craving became unbearable, a shudder ripped through him, and his hands moved to steady my head as he drove his cock into me, his body tensed and it seemed his cock grew nearly twice its girth in my mouth. I knew what came next.
Like lightning, a torrent of hot cum erupted from him, his shaft pulsing with each jet into the back of my tongue. I held him there, letting him pump it into my mouth. His cum was thick, salty, and little bitter, but very pleasant, and it seemed to last an eternity. When he finally stopped, a gentle suck brought out the last savory drops. I swallowed it all with a satisfied gulp, but my thirst was far from slaked. Sadly, he was empty for now.
I kept him there for a minute more, letting him soften in my mouth. When he withdrew, he seemed subdued, and unsure. He dressed himself, and we sat there in the dark for a few minutes, saying nothing. I felt scared that he would regret it, and that our friendship would end. I didn’t want that, with each silent moment that passed, I grew more anxious.
When he did speak, relief washed over me. I smiled in the dark, knowing he could not see.
“Will you come over later?” he asked.
Of course I would.
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