Tools For the Neighbor
Until a few months ago I was an average older man. 65 years old and looking forward to my "golden years". Then, in a few months everything changed. I had just retired when my wife was diagnosed with an inoperable and incurable cancer that had spread. It seemed as if she gave up and died in just 3 months. At first, I was more than lost, then I decided I had to make some changes. Sold the old house, bought a condo in a plus 55 development, purchased a new car and bought all new furnishings for the condo, including a 70 inch TV. I had always secretly watched porn, but now I was alone and could watch it in huge, living color. I was always fascinated with big breasted woman, now I found I was enjoying looking at huge, cocked men too. I was more than surprised how much I was getting turned on by the bi or gay sex.
I was even more surprised when realized I was watching my neighbor across the street and wondering what he would look like nude. He was a good-looking guy, with short, cropped hair, well-tanned and trim, in good shape it seemed. Every time I saw him, he was dressed the same. Tee shirt, dark nylon running, or gym shorts and tennis shoes.
One day the casual, wave and say hello changed. I was surprised when he walked across the street and introduced himself as Mike. I introduced myself as Jim, and sort of stammered "nice to see you, I mean nice to meet you.". Mike sort of smiled and just said "me too". Mike asked me I had any tools, he needed a drill with some power to it, since his battery-operated drill had died. I told him "Sure, just wait while I go inside and get mine". When I came out with my drill, I told him "It is an electric corded one, one of the old-fashioned kinds, a bit slower, but doesn't run out of power". Mike just smiled, and said "Sometimes the older models are better, slower starting, but longer lasting". I could only agree and said, "You are right for sure". Mike told me he would bring the drill back as soon as he was done with it, I told him "No hurry" as he walked away. Damn, it was nice watching has ass as he left.
It was next week when Mike brought my drill back. Dressed the same, except it seemed as if the nylon running shorts he had on were a bit tighter and more worn looking.
I asked him how the old drill worked, and he replied "It worked pretty good. Like a lot of old tools, it needed some lube, then it got the job done". I had to smile at him, as I said, "I was glad you liked it" and if you need any other tools let me know, I have a room full of old and a few new tools too".
Mike smiled back at me, then said "If you have the time, I'd love to see your tools." I was nervous, but said "Sure, the tools are in my basement tool room, let's go down there". I looked at Mike and he just smiled and said, "I'm ready". We went down the stairs to the basement, into my not yet remodeled `man-cave'' Finished, but with just an old couch, recliner chair, a table, and a TV so old it would play VHS tapes. Just around the corner was my tool room. It was a small work bench, a stool, and the tool room (an over sized closet with shelves to hold my tools and other junk). I reached up to turn on the light and turned to face Mike. I was surprised how close Mike had moved to me; we were just inches apart. I glanced down to look at his crotch, it looked as if he was fully hard. I made some weak comment like "it looks like your...... and Mike finished for me when he said, "it seems to need some adjustment". That made my start easier, I put my hand on his cock bulge, caressing it thru his shorts. I wasn't sure how big he was, but I knew it would fill me wherever he put it. Just then Mike said "it seems as if you know how to adjust my tool, bet you know how to lube it too". I replied, "I'll give it my best if it needs it". Mike looked at me "lets go out to that couch, there's more room there" and walked off. I followed right behind him, not sure sure what was going to happen, but pretty sure I was ready for it. Mike stopped in front of the couch, kicked his shoes off, pulled his tee shirt over his head and let his shorts fall to the floor. God, he looked hot standing there, his cock straight out and hard, a good thick eight inches with a big cut head. Mike motioned me to him, put his hands on mine and pulled my hands to his chest, then said "Caress my nips, then kiss them". His nips were like pencil erasers, as my fingers caressed them, they got even harder. I started to u se my lips, then my tongue on one, sucking it harder, when Mike said, "Damn, you are good, you must be good at sucking cock too." All I could say was "I hope I am". Mike put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. He was still standing, with his cock right on front of my face. I knew what we both wanted as I leaned forward, my lips on the head of his cock, kissing it. Then the tip of my tongue on it, tasting his first drop of precum. I opened my mouth a bit, taking just his cockhead between my lips and started do suck Mikes cock. I tried to take all of his cock in, but it started to be too much for me, then Mike told me to "Stop". Mike took his cock out of my mouth and put his hands on both sides of my face, then put a few inches of his cock back in my mouth and started to move it in, then back out slowly. Mike said, "Hold still, I'll feed you my cock as I face fuck you slow". I can still remember how strong his hands felt on my face and how hard his cock was as he fucked my mouth. Ever few stokes his cock went in a bit deeper. I knew had not got all of his cock in, but the head of his cock was right at my throat. Mike kept slow fucking my face, all the time either moaning or saying "Suck me or suck harder. Then Mike said, "Fuck yes, yes; I'm cumming". Mike pulled his cock back a bit, I know I felt ever throb and pulse of his cock as his cum shot out onto my tongue and down into my throat.
Mike let go of my head and let his cock slip out of my mouth as he sat back on the couch. Mike put his right hand behind my head and pulled my face against his cock. "Kiss it, lick it like you lick a pussy". I was running my tongue all over his cock, when Mike said, "Lick my balls, then said wait". Mike was moving, lifting both of his legs up and over my shoulders and moved his ass to the edge of the couch. Mikes balls were just hanging there in front of my face, when he said, "Go on, lick them". I licked both of his balls, then sucked the first one, then his other ball. Mike had his hand on my head, when I heard him almost whisper, "Use your tongue, lick my ass lick it like is a pussy". I knew what wanted, but never had my tongue on anyones ass. After a few hesitant, slow licks, Mike must have sensed I was not ready to rim him, we he told me to get up on the couch by him. I set down, my cock was hard, precum flowing out if it. Mike leaned over putting one hand on my cock head, the other hand stroking my shaft. That was all it took, I shot my cum off into Mikes hand. I was not sure I had ever came that hard. Mike took his hand with my cum in it and put it mouth, then told me to lick it clean. I didn't hesitate and licked my own cum off Mikes hand. I was so surprised about what all I had done and even more surprised when Mike leaned into me and kissed me.
Mike said "We had fun, didn't we? And that we needed to learn how to use a few different tools. Perhaps at different times and places". I said, "Yes, we have to for sure and soon".
That was the first of many encounters with Mike over the next few years.