My Next Door Daddy

I want to tell you about my teacher, the very...fun and nice gentleman who turned me out at age 19. Growing up and getting into porn, I was very aroused by the slutty women. One thing I noticed was, whenever I'd watch porn, the parts that got my cock twitching by far were when the man would squirt his hot jizz all over the lucky (why did I say "lucky"?) slut. Soon, those were the parts I would seek out, still not making any connection to homoeroticism. The reason was simple; those movies all had women and I assumed the women were the source of my erections. I would also watch porn with my friends. It was so much torture! Here were the three of us and I thought I must be the only one that just wants to pull my cock out and start stroking it! These thoughts gradually expanded to what might occur in response. Would they take out their cocks, in turn? Would my face give away my growing cock lust? My imagination always had everyone else taking their cocks out and somehow, I always was on all fours with my friends glazing my face with their cum. Still, it went no further than daydreaming.

That summer I turned 19 and was going away for college and wished to earn money. I really didn't have the time to get employed so I was just doing odd jobs. The next-door neighbors were a middle-aged couple in their mid-40's.

I had done some yard work for him in the past. I asked him if he needed anything done, mentioning I had turned 19 and was heading to college. My neighbor had the classic dad bod; about 5'7", stocky but not fat...I wonder if he has a thick...

"Yeah, my basement is long overdue for a cleaning. You want to give it a look?" said the neighbor da-

I snapped back to reality and nodded my head. He led me into his house and down to the basement. It was nothing special and had your usual TV, a couch and bar, as well as the typical collections of 'stuff'', piles of books and magazines and the like. We negotiated a price and I said I could start the next morning. I knocked on his door the next morning and he answered, wearing only a pair of black silk boxers. I glanced downward for no reason, and noticed the boxers featured a pronounced bulge. I quickly glanced back up but I could feel my face getting warm while I thought hey, it's his house he can dress however. He didn't seem to notice and led me down the stairs saying,

"Just do whatever you think is good, get things organized and let me know if you have any questions."

He then left me to my task. I went to work and was maybe an hour into it when I came across something I didn't expect to see nor had ever seen - a big stack of gay magazines. I didn't really think as far as why a married guy would have a pile of magazines featuring solely males, naked...very naked, with very hard cocks prominently featured on the cover. My heart got a bit quicker and being the extremely curious person I am, I looked behind me (coast clear) and knelt and started to just page through. I didn't know what to expect but here were guys whose bodies looked a lot like his, with skinny boys (whose bodies looked a lot like mine) naked and kneeling with dad's cocks in their mouths. It was eye-opening!

While the terminology wasn't in my brain, I was the prototypical twink - skinny, fair skin, glasses, lacking body hair, yet having an oversized (not that I knew it at the time), smooth cock that curved upwards. The very same cock that was getting very hard! In fact, and this I did note, much harder and more excited than when looking at nude women. I even sensed the feeling of throbbing, which was something new, at least as far as noting.

As I turned pages with my left hand, my right hand absentmindedly started lightly brushing over the front of my pants. More time than I imagined must have passed with no sound coming from the basement. I was transfixed by these men with their dad bods, thick penises and skinny boys on their knees, small hands gripping thick shafts, mouths full of daddy co...

"You doing ok?"

My heart jumped and I whipped around - "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be nosy, I just..."

"Oh, it's ok," said my neighbor.

My eyes flickered down to his crotch, obvious as anything but I couldn't help myself. The bulge I noticed before was now a bona-fide outline of a penis that was, in a word, glorious. I'm sure I was blatantly staring, mouth open, my tongue absent-mindedly flicking across my lower lip...I wiped my mouth. My cock was absolutely throbbing! I thought, (Great! He's going to kick me out of here, no money, probably tell my dad and then what?) It seemed like there was no good place to put my hands or my eyes. I glanced up to barely meet his gaze.

"I'm the one who should apologize, I absolutely forgot those were even there, like I said, it's a mess. Please don't tell your father, I had no intention of offending you." he said, smiling

Me? Tell my dad? That was the last thing on my mind, and trying to sound cool, like the man of the world I wasn't...

"Oh, don't worry about that and I'm not at all offended. I just...I mean, I've seen porn but I've never seen...nobody needs to tell..." I trailed off.

He walked closer, right up beside me. My eyes were being not at all cooperative but were total whores. My gaze was focused like a laser on the front of my neighbor's boxer shorts, something he had to have noticed! It was becoming increasingly clear that my neighbor had an incredibly thick cock and you could even see the vein outlined. While I was staring at my neighbor achieving a full erection in real time, I also forgot to close or even let go of the magazine I was looking through. Further adding to the mixture of acute embarrassment mixed with eroticism was the fact that the photo of the guy in the layout - a "dad" sporting a huge, thick erection whose tip was being engulfed in a skinny twink's mouth - resembled the very cock I was watching achieve maximum turgidity!

A scene flashed before my eyes, me on my knees, my neighbor's cock choking me. I mentally brought myself back into the moment...

He smiled and said, "you're not offended, that's good! Is there..."

His voice trailed off in my head, I was only thinking about what his reaction would be if I just took my hand, reached out and squeezed the prominent and well-defined bulge. I actively tried to suppress that thinking as I was genuinely afraid my hands would betray me as my eyes had.

"I like in the porn movies when the guy shoots...!" blurting this like a nervous schoolgirl.

Where did that confession come from?!

My neighbor broker my trance, "I see you are staring at my...cock, are you enjoying the view?"

Me, being well, cock-dumb, didn't even have the awareness to lie and just nodded.

"Uh huh".

He kept smiling and the front of his boxers twitched. Did he...flex? His cock on purpose?

As if reading my mind, he took my right wrist and pressed my hand against his silk covered cock. I did not resist one bit, I just stared, mouth open, my hand and arm like a mannequin. He let go of my hand, which remained right where he put it.

I felt...heat...sexual heat...my hand was memorizing the feeling...of a thick but warm steel pipe encased in soft silk. The hand (oh yeah, my hand!) squeezed, not too hard, and I felt just the slightest give, like that steel pipe was covered in a thin, rubber coating. I heard him moan. That moan was the ignition for own cock, which must have felt it was in danger and was responding by taking on a red tone and making itself larger than I thought possible. I wasn't even looking but my brain was telling me all of this.

"How about we go sit on the couch?"

I nodded like the dumb cock-whore I was becoming - had become.

He led me to the couch - which I required as I was in my first ever cock-trance. Daddy was going to have to do a lot of leading. I wasn't thinking that at the time - there was no thinking. This was a full-blown cock-trance.

He sat down and pulled me next to him. I could feel his warm cock with my left hand, while his right hand rested on my bare, pale, smooth right thigh. He slowly removed my hand then stood. As he stood up, the hand on my thigh gripped it then slid away leaving tingling feelings in its wake.

He stood right before me, his groin at my face level, not even six inches away.

"Would you like to take my shorts off?" my neighbor daddy said.

I did not answer, not verbally.

My eyes were fixed on the magnificent bulge dominating my visual field. My hands, my sweet obedient hands knew what to do and grabbed his shorts on both sides and slowly pulled them down. The shorts caught briefly then his cock sprang out with force. It swung upwards past my mouth and as it did, a few tiny drops of precum flew off, landing on my cheeks and OMG, my lip! I did not know what this was but something in me knew as each drop caused my cock to hum with pleasure.

For some reason my right hand, gripping his warm and veined shaft, spasmed causing his precum (a word I had yet to learn) to take a short journey from his cock to my face. I distinctly remember feeling several more droplets hit my cheeks, my lips and OMG did one hit my tongue? OMG, yes, and I am about to spurt!

His cock was beautiful! It wasn't overly long, maybe 6.5 inches, but it was SO...FUCKING...THICK with a large vein coursing its way from the base to the glans. He was not cut and the foreskin fascinated me, as did the head - so shiny and glistening, coated with a thin layer of precum. My neighbor's balls were huge, hanging low, swaying a bit. My cock at this point was seriously about to burst.

A very distant voice asked if daddy could take my pants off.

"Uh-huh!" someone with a familiar voice answered. I felt my head nodding.

He stood me up then sat back down and without asking grabbed my shorts and quickly pulled them down, whereupon my upwardly curved, absolutely engorged and throbbing erect cock burst out.

He grabbed it and used it to sit me down.

"I would love it if you would kiss my cock."

I did not hesitate. I moved my head down and kissed the head of my new daddy's thick and warm, living, throbbing meat-stick. MY mouth began planting little kisses...no longer needing my brain, my lips kissed his head, up and down his shaft pressing my face into his balls - so fucking warm, so alive!

My left hand gripped my neighbor's penis and I could feel his pulse. I squeezed his very warm, thick shaft and it would give just the tiniest bit. I lowered my head again and kissed the head of his cock, which was coated in precum...it felt slick, and warm and wet...there was no learning curve, I loved it from the start! I darted my tongue along his slit and tasted my neighbor's precum - it was so warm and salty!

When I raised my head to look at him and get some air, a string of precum went from my lower lip to his cock. I smiled and went back to work; I felt his hands on the back of my head and of course I'd seen plenty of porn and knew exactly what he wanted and I was his cock slave! I started bobbing up and down his thick shaft, taking both my hands and wrapping them around as well.

"Gluurrkk!" I choked as his hands forced his daddy cock down my throat,

" Glggergg!" Time ceased to exist.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax my throat - I took his ass firmly in my hands and thrust his cock as forcefully as I could down my throat - holy fuck! I felt my face against his groin and his balls, warm and firm against my chin...

"Goddamn you slut!" my neighbor said loudly,

"I cannot believe how amazing you are at sucking Daddy's cock! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

I knew what that meant but did not remove my lips and kept sliding up and down.

"Gluuuuuuugh-uck!" tears were streaming down my face, I was gagging - I was in cock heaven!

He screamed, "Oh My God! Oh, fuck! Fuuucckkk, sweetie, I'm cumming!"

Upon hearing "sweetie" and feeling his already thick cock swell, stretching my mouth, my own largely forgotten cock just started spurting hot jizz all over his lower legs, feet and the floor

I felt his head expand in my mouth, which was so wide open I felt like you could fit a basketball! My right hand was massaging his balls, I felt them contract and a hot flood of salty jizz shot into my mouth and I swallowed instinctively. I loved everything about his hot sperm which quickly filled my mouth! I loved the taste, the texture, the feeling of his cock expanding and he pumped a seemingly endless supply of jizz into me!

I can't lie and say not a drop was wasted, yes, some leaked down his shaft covering my left hand, gripping his shaft tightly, while sliding up and down, matching each of his squirts. I could feel tears on my face but there was no sadness!

He held my head on his delicious cock and I heard a high-pitched moaning - oh, that was me!

His thick, hot, deliciously slick cock, slick with his semen and my saliva, beat with his pulse. His hand rested on my head while I kept my face pressed against him and pressed his balls over my cheeks and chin...I didn't want to ever move.

"Ok, ok...I'm really sensitive!" he laughed.

Daddy slowly and gently lifted my head off his cock. My lips gripped the softening shaft as my mouth slid off, taking any remaining jizz with me. When his cock finally left my mouth, I quickly bent forward and gave his head a kiss.

I looked up to face him and I could tell my lips, chin, cheeks and neck were glazed with his semen. He was just smiling at me and I'm not afraid to say, at that moment I was in love with my neighbor daddy!

That was the beginning of easily the best summer of my life and I will be sharing more about the man who I came to call "Daddy".

I think I'll relive the poker game he had; he bought me a sissy maid outfit and, well...I must stop I'm leaking!