A Normal Neighbourhood

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All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

It was close to midnight when my parents finally went to bed. I peeled back the sheets, crept across my bedroom, and quietly crawled out the window. The air was cool, which wasn’t surprising given the time of year, but I was too excited to care.

We lived on a normal street. All of our neighbours were equally as normal, and from the outside, there was nothing remotely interesting about our lives. I stepped behind a bush as a car drove by, and waited for it to disappear before hurrying to the opposite side of the street and tapping on the window three times.

His name was Jason Clarke. He played golf with my dad every Sunday morning, but spent the rest of the week enduring his horrid wife. It took him only a few seconds to open the door, and when he did, he pressed his finger to his lips and ushered me into the dark hallway.

Jason was in his forties. He kept himself in good shape, but his hair had already started to turn grey, and he had a constant look of stress on his face. He closed his hand around my upper arm and took me into the living room, quietly closing the door behind me, and uttering the word strip.

The age difference between us was stark. At twenty, I was slender, smooth and cute, and Jason was the polar opposite. His skin was weathered, hairy and rough. He was developing a dad-bod that drove me insane, and his features could only be described as ruggedly handsome.

Wasting no time, Jason yanked my briefs down until I stood before him naked, and seconds later, I was on my knees between his legs.

Of all the things about Jason that I liked, his cock had to be the best. It was about seven inches of pure, thick fuck meat, that regularly smelled like it had been stewing in his sweat all day. The huge, circumcised helmet stretched my lips apart as I took him into my mouth, and I couldn’t help but stroke my own five inch prick as he stiffened inside me.

“Good” he grunted, as all of his stress melted away.

He didn’t speak much during our little encounters. Perhaps he felt guilty for it, which was understandable. Jason had a family. He had a good job, and a decent life, too, and all of it could be ruined if anyone was to ever find out about us.

“My balls” he whispered, dragging his wet cock from my throat and holding it up to reveal his fat, hairy nuts. I plunged my face into them, inhaling the sharp scent and lapping at them as he jerked his meat.

Jason wasn’t the only one who had something to lose from this. My father would have been horrified by such a thing, and I was yet to decide if he’d hate him more or me.

I spent some quality time sucking each of Jason’s balls before the man hooked his feet onto the edge of the leather recliner, and lifted his hairy ass. He didn’t need to ask. I knew the man quite well, by now, so I reached up, spread his cheeks apart, and ran my tongue along his salty, wrinkled hole.

It puckered as I licked and sucked. The taste here was even better than the taste of his cock and balls combined. I pushed inside, and felt his leathery ring clamp down around my tongue, and listened to him moan softly as he beat his cock.

Foreplay was my favourite part. I could have spent hours just using my tongue and lips on the man, but we were doing something we shouldn’t have been doing, and time was not on our side.

“Quick” he whispered, grabbing my wrist and turning my hand around before squirting lube onto my palm. I immediately sat back and slid my hand up and down his throbbing cock, making it twitch and drool as it became wetter and wetter, before eventually rubbing the last of it on my smooth, pink hole.

I moved quietly as I crawled onto the man’s lap, and positioned myself above his rod. He watched me in the darkness, only moving his eyes to my erection, which he began to rub as I took him inside me.

“You feel so good, Cole” he breathed, his cock expanding as he pushed deeper into my bowels. “Oh, god”.

It took me a moment to reach the base, and when I did, I sat there, impaled and horny, and whimpered as he squeezed my helmet.

“Go on” he nodded, “do it”.

I placed my hands on his knees behind me, and lifted myself up before dropping down. A rush of pleasure darted through me, and the two of us moaned together. I did it again, and again, and again, until my hole felt like a glove around his meat.

Jason waited for a few minutes before he thrust upwards, and we both found our rhythm. Despite the wet slapping of his balls against my ass, we fucked even harder, and our moans became even louder.

We’d reached the point where neither of us cared about the consequences of our depraved actions, and so it continued until Jason gasped, grabbed my hips, and shot his warm load deep into my guts.

“Don’t tell your father about this” he gasped, as his swollen cock began to deflate inside me. He said the same thing every Thursday, but I knew he was just being cautious.

“Goodnight, Jason” I whispered, as I slipped off him and got dressed. “See you next week”.

Back outside, the cool air felt nice against my clammy skin. I gave my cock a squeeze through my pants, and felt Jason’s warm sperm begin to ooze from my freshly fucked hole. I looked back over at my own house, where all the lights remained off, and smiled to myself as I walked to the end of Jason’s drive, and turned right.

Thursday was a busy night for me, but it was also one of my favourites. Sure, I’d be exhausted in college tomorrow, but it was worth it for people like Daniel.

Daniel was the only one who was younger than me. It felt strange at the beginning, to be little more than a fuck toy for an eighteen year old, but I’d quickly gotten used to it.

He met me at the side entrance of his house. Unlike Jason, Daniel didn’t have the luxury of using his living room for such activities, so we quietly sneaked around the back, and clambered inside an old tool shed.

“Sup?” He said, as he pulled his t-shirt off, and I did the same. Small talk felt awkward like this, but I did my best until we were both naked.

“Lick” he said, lifting up his muscular arm to reveal a bush of sweaty armpit hair. Daniel was a wrestler, and although he had a girlfriend, he had a very interesting obsession with me.

I leaned forward and inhaled his musk. Perhaps he didn’t shower daily, but that only made me hornier. I ran my tongue over the salty, damp flesh, and shuddered with excitement.

I enjoyed Daniel quite a lot. The way he spoke to me. The way he treated me. The fact that I, a college student, was so easily dominated by an eighteen year old high school kid, was the cherry on top.

“My feet” he said, and shoved me to my knees, where I belonged.

It was the same every Thursday. I’d grown used to his flavours over the last few months, so when I took his foot in my hand and began to push my tongue between each of his toes, I knew exactly what to expect.

“Open” he said, once both of his feet had been adequately cleaned. I sat back on my ankles, opening my mouth as wide as I could, and watched as Daniel strained.

“You love this, huh?” He grinned, as a splash of piss shot from his cock and drained right down my throat.

“Y… Yes sir” I swallowed, and took another squirt to the face as he laughed.

“Say I love drinking your piss, sir”.

“I love drinking your piss, sir”.

Daniel laughed again. Perhaps he didn’t know this sort of power anywhere else, but with me, he was always the boss.

When half of his bladder had been emptied into my stomach, Daniel pushed his six inch cock into my mouth and shot the rest straight into me. I’d become quite good at sucking cock since this all began, so I hardly even gagged.

He kept it there as it became even harder, and with the taste of sweat, feet and piss in my mouth, I sucked his cock until he moaned, jerked and shot globs of thick cum onto my tongue.

“Gargle with it” he smirked, as he pulled back on his boxer briefs. I obeyed him, gargling with the warm seed until it foamed in my mouth. “God damn, man” he scoffed, “you’d really do anything, huh?”

“Yeh uhr” I replied, and he smiled and rubbed my head. “Drink it down, dog”.

I gulped it in three, and licked my lips hungrily before dressing once more.

“See you next Thursday” he whispered, as we parted ways, and I returned to the cold, dark street, and eyed my next stop.

It was only one, and by the time I’d finish, the sun would be coming up. I took a deep breath, felt my cock twitch with excitement, and smiled to myself as I walked across the street to Mark’s.