If you liked my adventures
last year in the Hamptons, you wouldn't believe my neighbor when I was in graduate school. This happened six years ago when I was 24 and went home to my parents for the weekend or maybe it was the end of the semester, no fucking clue. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the quiet neighborhood in Westchester county, outside of NYC. I, was in grad school with golden blonde hair and a lean, athletic build from playing football in high school and just one year in college, was returning from my evening jog. As I passed by the house of Mr. Reed, my older, muscular neighbor, I noticed him in his driveway, washing his old Ford truck. His tanned skin glistened with sweat, the muscles of his arms and chest flexing with every movement. He must have been 40 or 45 at the time and now that I am older I am so impressed by 40 plus guys who have muscles and good skin. I have no fucking clue what his first name is. He moved into the neighborhood on the corner house maybe three years prior to this and I think he was working at a medical outpatient facility in White Plains but no idea about the other details other than his last name of “Reed.”
"Hey, Mr. Reed," I called out, slowing to a stop. I couldn’t help but admire his physique especially the tan being so fucking pasty white myself.
"Evening, Sev," he replied with a smile, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Had a good run?"
"Yeah, but I think I could use some water," I replied, my voice a bit hoarse. Mr. Reed chuckled and nodded toward his house.
"Come on in, I’ll get you something," he said. I followed him into his house, the cool air inside a welcome relief from the evening heat.
As Mr. Reed fetched a bottle of water from the fridge, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over his body. He wore only a pair of gym shorts, and the sight of his sculpted torso made my pulse quicken. Mr. Reed caught my gaze and raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
"Like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. I felt my face heat up, but I didn’t look away.
"Yeah," I admitted, taking a sip of water to steady myself. "I’ve always admired how fit you are."
Mr. Reed stepped closer, his eyes darkening with interest. "You know, I’ve noticed you watching me before," he said, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my forehead. "I think it’s time we stop pretending, don’t you?"
My breath caught in my throat as Mr. Reed’s fingers trailed down my cheek, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. His touch was electric, sending waves of desire through my body. I nodded, unable to find my voice, and he took that as an invitation. He told me to get in the house and I was thinking to myself, yeah this is going to be good. We entered in the side door which was a French door into his small kitchen.
Without warning, Mr. Reed’s lips were on mine, the kiss hard and demanding. I responded eagerly, my hands finding their way to his broad shoulders, feeling the strength beneath my fingertips. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling in a dance of lust and longing.
Mr. Reed’s hands roamed over my body, slipping under my shirt to explore the firm muscles of my abs. His touch sent shivers down my spine, making me moan into the kiss. He broke away just long enough to pull my shirt over my head, then pressed our bare chests together, the heat of our skin intensifying the moment.
We stumbled into the living room, our movements frantic and urgent. Mr. Reed pushed me down onto the couch, his eyes raking over my body with a predatory gleam--oh God did I love that eye contact--I am a sucker for eye contact. He knelt between my legs, his hands working quickly to undo my shorts and pull them off, revealing my aroused cock and eager pink hole.
My breath hitched as Mr. Reed’s mouth descended on me, his tongue swirling around the tip of my erection before taking me in completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and my hands fisted in the couch cushions, my body arching toward the source of my pleasure. He not only took me all in but worked on my hole like a fucking expert. We are talking 15 minutes of rimming and I was a bit scared because I was so ripe from the jogging and to be honest he thought that was a turn on. I thought to myself, this guy is a total 10.
Mr. Reed’s mouth worked expertly, drawing moans and gasps from me with every movement. The combination of suction and flicks of his tongue drove me to the edge quickly, but just as I was about to tip over, he pulled back, a wicked smile on his lips.
"Not so fast," he murmured, standing up and shedding his own shorts. My eyes widened at the sight of his impressive length--I am so used to seeing six or maybe 7 inches but this was a true 8 or 8.5 inch cock, my mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. Mr. Reed positioned himself between my legs, lifting them over his shoulders as he leaned in to capture my lips in another searing kiss.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Mr. Reed entered that huge dick into me, the sensation of being filled making me cry out in pleasure. The stretch was intense, but the burn quickly gave way to a profound sense of fullness that made my toes curl. He set a steady pace, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside my prostate that made me see stars.
The room filled with the sounds of our passion, the slap of skin against skin, our ragged breaths, and the occasional guttural moan. My hands clung to Mr. Reed’s back, feeling the muscles flex and contract with each movement. The intensity of the moment built to a crescendo, and I felt myself teetering on the brink once more.
Mr. Reed’s thrusts became more urgent, his grip on my hips tightening. With a final, powerful surge, we both tumbled over the edge, our cries of release mingling in the heated air. My orgasm was explosive, my body shaking with the force of it as I felt his warmth fill me. I had achieved something I have never had in 24 years on this planet, now at 30 I have never achieved it again--a simultaneous orgasm. I exploded so much cum on my stomach that it looked like the top of a frosted donut from Krispy Kreme and he basically drained his balls in my ass quivering in about six after thrusts meant to cream pie my hole. When he pulled out there was so much cum on the couch I thought he was going to be pissed but he wasn't at all. Instead, we both collapsed together on the couch, our bodies still trembling from the intensity of our simultaneous climax. Mr. Reed’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as we caught our breath. The room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, it was fucking amazing.
As the afterglow settled over us, I looked up at Mr. Reed, a satisfied smile on my lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, our bodies still entwined. We lay there on that couch, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other, the setting sun casting a golden glow over our muscular forms coming in from the front bay window. Mr. Reed moved away just a year later when I graduated from my masters degree and so I never had the pleasure of him topping me again but shit it was hot. I need to work on either my NYC stories or my college dorm stories--What does everyone think?
