He’s posed for me on more than one occasion - sunning Himself or drinking a beer without a shirt on after work. But this time He’s really putting on a show! He spreads His gorgeous thighs and shifts Himself into a deep slouch, stretching the fabric of His trunks so i can see His nice, thick bulge even from across the parking lot. He knows i’m watching - the fag in Building 15. I’ve had a fag’s crush on Him the moment He moved in - stalking Him at the pool, “accidentally” running into Him at the mailbox, constantly checking out His balcony to see if He’s there. He’s never said a word to me or even given me a nod - not one thing to encourage me. Until now.
With His cap pulled down over His eyes i feel it’s safe to stop pretending that i have any reason to be on my balcony other than to ogle Him like a starving puppy., which i do shamelessly. As i take in every inch of His body i imagine myself licking the inside of His thigh and slowly working my tongue up under His trunks until i’m lapping the swollen head of His dick as it stretches down His thigh. i’m in a lust-induced haze when suddenly He moves, snapping me instantly to attention. He begins to run His hand up His torso to His chest. And then, He starts to rub His nipple … slowly … sensually.
Fuck me! i’m in disbelief as i watch with baited breath. He does this for several minutes and then He slowly spreads His legs and lowers His hand back down past His stomach to His crotch. Am i seeing this right?? He grabs Himself and strokes it through His trunks.
i have to do something. i can’t help myself.
Before i know it, i’m knocking at His door. After the second knock with no response it dawns on me: what the fuck am i going to say if He answer?? i’ve still got time to duck out and run but just as i start to move the door opens. i’m trying to find my voice when i realize He’s not there. He’s just opened the door and gone back inside, leaving it ajar.
My hear is pounding but i have to take the bait. i walk in without saying a word. What is there to say, really? i’m a fag and we both know why i’m here. He’s on the couch in the same prone position as He was on the balcony with His cap pulled down over His eyes just as before. He doesn’t want to see me? He wants to pretend it’s someone else? A girl perhaps? That’s fine by me.
i shut the door and quietly but quickly make my way to Him. i’m on my knees and it’s happening. He doesn’t moan, doesn’t move. The only acknowledgment i get is His hard cock jutting out from the leg opening of His trunks. With some difficulty, i manage to free His cock and large balls from confinement and i start to suck Him like a whore.
He won’t touch me. Instead, He starts playing with His nipples. His cock starts leaking in my mouth and i suck harder. Opening my jaw, i take His dick down my throat. Finally … a barely audible moan. His breathing quickens and before i can pull up He’s cumming down my throat. i hold still and swallow it, tears running down my face as i try to suppress the urge to gag. Every muscle in His body is tense as He shivers and convulses. It’s a heavy load and eventually i have to take the rest of it in my mouth, as i pull up.
i swallow it all - every last drop. And then i slowly get up, wipe the tears off my cheek, take one more long admiring look at His body and quietly leave … without a word exchanged between us. i shut the door and stand in the hallway, flushed and momentarily stunned by the intensity of what’s just happened when i hear the lock click behind me.
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