Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2023 00:28:43 +0000 From: sammythesub19 Subject: Schoolboy Submits to his Neighbour -- Chapter 1 Schoolboy Submits to his Neighbour Overview and Descriptions -- Features young 17 y/o sub bottom boy, slim, brown hair 5'6, becoming involved with a horny, manipulative middle aged man. Slow burn but gets very dirty. Loosely based on real life. -- Key descriptors: Adult/Youth, domination, submission, blackmail, oral sex, anal sex, beastiality. Features graphic consensual sex scenes between UK legal age young man and older men. -- Very loosely based on my real life experiences from a couple of years ago. I've sweetened the details and narrative to be the boy's first time to build a compelling story but my experiences with the neighbour are true from there. -- Location: Countryside, UK -- If you enjoy the story or have any thoughts you'd like to share then email me at sammythesub19@protonmail.com. I have plenty of stories to share but will only write more if people enjoy them! Would be great to meet people with similar interests as well... My Other Nifty Stories: Summer of Submitting: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/summer-of-submitting/ White Boy GetsBlackmailed: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/white-boy-gets-blackm ailed/ -- Visual references: if it's of interest to anyone, I have NSFW pictures of myself from the time that I'm happy to share with guys who really enjoyed hearing about my experiences. It'll help paint a clear picture of who's at the centre of the story and no doubt is better than how I can describe myself, just ask and I'll see what I can do! ************** Chapter One -- Locked Out I couldn't believe I'd locked myself out again. It was the third time in two weeks that I'd forgot to take my keys to sixth form. To make matters worse Mum wasn't going to get back for another few hours. And make it the perfect scenario, it was raining. And this was torrential, English countryside in the middle of Winter kind of rain. Fuck my life. I slid my phone out of my damp pocket, it was slick with rain to the point where I almost dropped it. Being wet to the bone was almost an understatement thanks to this useless jacket, the hood may as well be funnelling the water down the back of my neck and through all of my clothes. Through the water droplets I make out the time: 18:06. Mum isn't even going to get back from work until 21:00 at the earliest, she told me so before leaving this morning. As I swapped my phone to my right hand to the other to give my left a respite from the freezing cold, a gust of wind shoots a bucket of rain directly into my face. I almost laughed it was so tragic. What a day. It's been like this for weeks, constant rain and wind, one of those stereotypical British mid-February days where it barely seems to get light at all. Now it was pitch black with torrential weather and I'm locked out. Again. Today has been a complete disaster, start to finish. I was late getting up, resulting in missing my bus and having to walk to school, James and the boys are away at the moment which led to lonely and depressing breaks of no football and no banter. And finally after Badminton, I missed the bus home because I wanted to keep talking to Emma, what a waste of time that was. That's five excruciating minutes I'll never get back. Of course, a missed bus means walking home, and even though it's a picturesque, easy 25 minute walk in normal circumstances, on a day like today it's a miserable experience. I'm completely soaked and no doubt all my books in my bag are completely ruined. Fuck. My. Life. Phone battery: 10%. Think, how can it get in the house, I'm right here there must be a way I thought to myself. Mum usually leaves the side door key under the plant pot, but since the burglary scare a few weeks ago so that's no longer a safety net. Think, c'mon think, I'm right here. There must be a way in. I head around the back of the house, shielding my face from the abrasive elements. I try all of the windows, nothing. My head filled with the howling of the wind. Back to sitting on the side door porch, it's barely covered by the roof overhang but this small covering was better than nothing at all. Mum's going to be in a meeting right now, I know she is. I'd already tried calling twice with no answer. With nothing to lose I might as well try again, on and on it rang. In fact, it went on for so long that when she did finally pick up I thought it went to the answer machine message. "Is everything alright darling?" I had to cup my ears to hear over the wind. "I'm locked out again, can you come home please?" She tuts "Oh no, again? No I can't, I really can't I'm sorry. We're about to go back in and this is going to be at least a few more hours. I told you this was an important one, I told you to take your key-" "I know, I know, I know" "I'll bring some food home, but it looks like it's going to be closer to 10" "10! Oh my god-" "I know I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do, I did tell you. Did you try the doors and windows?" "Yes" "What about going to one of your friends, Jason or James or urm... the other one" "Carl, you know they're all away at the moment aren't they, on the ski trip, parents went too, I'd be there as well if I could..." "Oh yeah of course, I'm sorry about the trip, I'm sorry about tonight... you might have to head back to school then, or go to the cafe, just to be somewhere warm" "I'm not heading back out there I'm freezing already..." "Well it's no better than sitting on the porch! Look I've got to go back in, oh... what about the next door neighbour? That Steven guy, moved in a month ago. We've chatted, he seems normal? I'm sure he'd let you-" "God I can't think of anything worse than small talking to an old guy for a few hours, I'd rather freeze, I don't work for a charity or something-" "He's not that old! Don't be rude, he's must be my age, you're calling me old?! "No, no I'll be fine, I'll figure it out" "Okay well let me know either way, I love you" "Love you too, bye" Fuck. Now what. There's no way I'm making the long walk back for the school or the cafe. Knowing my luck they'll both be shut and I'll be walking all the way back, frozen to the bone. Fuck that. I tried all the windows and doors again, nothing. Well, guess I'm sitting here, on our doorstep, curled up in a ball listening to a podcast then. How depressing. As I positioned myself on the step, as comfortable as possible in these conditions, knees up to my cheeks and glaring down at my phone I tried to decide which episode to listen to when the worst thing imaginable happened. The phone screen stuck in place for a second. Static. Don't you do it. Screen turns off, dead. FUCK. MY. LIFE. Now I truly was screwed, with nothing to do to pass the time, and nothing to take my mind off the cold freezing rain or the howling wind, or the fact that I'd be stuck out her for maybe 4 hours, I realised I may die of boredom before I freeze to death. I glanced to the right and gazed down our little cul-da-sac, I suddenly realised there wasn't a single light on in any of the houses. Just dark, lifeless cottages. As if the neighbourhood had been deserted. What kind of nightmare had I stumbled into? Was I dreaming? This night couldn't get any weirder. Bet they're all skiing, I thought to myself sarcastically. Then I glanced to the left and wouldn't you know it, our new neighbour's windows were glowing, radiating warmth and light. The orange, illuminated glow emanated from his windows through semi opaque curtains. God I bet it's warm in there, I thought. I didn't know if I was imagining it but I thought I could hear gentle jazz coming from the nearest window, and in that moment as I tried to listen closer I noticed him. The neighbour seemed to pass the window, looking for something. He was much younger than I thought, not that i could blame myself for thinking another old fart might have moved in. For some reason, our neighbourhood seemed to attract retirees, he must have been late mid 40's, late 40's max. He seemed well dressed from the quick glimpse, and a friendly face. I wonder what he would say to letting me in? No way, I can't do it. I'm too socially awkward, I can't speak to a girl without tripping over my words, let alone an adult I didn't know. Today has proved that point all too well... I thought on it, but I knew it would be excruciating. What would I say? How would I come across? Like a stupid boy probably, how would he respect me when I had got myself into this ridiculous situation. As the wind lashed my ears and threw the rain into my face like a cruel insult, I started to wonder. Could it be as bad as this? It would be awkward and embarrassing, but could I just get over that for once in my life? I looked again, it looked so inviting, so comforting, that inviting glow. Like moth to a flame. Or a cock to a slut. I caught myself, where did that come from? Weirdo, clearlyeen watching too much porn recently, and I was getting slightly delirious from being out in the cold for too long, I couldn't even feel my toes anymore. Ten more minute of rain upon rain and gust of wind after gust of wind, and the shrieking, piercing cold rattling around my ears, I decided: fuck it. Let's go and get warm, whatever it takes. I shambled up from my crouched position, my limbs felt stiff and sore from being so tense. I drove my hands deep into my pockets, tucked my chin into my chest and shuffled towards the strangers house. Almost like a beggar, I creeped up to his door, heart pounding. I didn't ever put myself in these social positions on purpose. But I had no choice. I knocked twice, softly and feebly. No answer. I'll have to do better than that. A slammed my fist against the door until it stings, I think I made my point. Finally through the glass of the windows flanking the front door a side light flick on and a blurry figure headed towards the door. Here we go. My heart was pounding in my ears. The chain rattled, the lock turned and the man opened the door. What started as a face of bewilderment turned into almost a wry smile. I couldn't blame him, no doubt I looked a sorry state to the point of amusement. He looked at me, then left and right almost to check as if the coast was clear, his eyes focused back on me. "...Can I...help you?" "Hi...urm, yes so, well--my mum she's late, well she said she was going to be so it's not her fault, anyway...well I-and, she's not, well I'm not-" He put a hand up to me as if to signal silence. "Whoa there son, take a breath...what's the matter, why do you look like you've just fallen in my swimming pool and why are you on my doorstep? Did you fall in the pool or something?" "No" I took a breath, I looked at him, he looked at me, almost on the brink of laughter. I went bright red and tried to compose myself. "I live next door and I'm locked out, and my phone's died, I've, like, got now way into the house and my mum was wondering-well I was won-we were wondering if you could let me kill some time while I wait for her to come home?" "Kill time, what do you mean, like go and watch a film or something, go to dinner?" He snickered. "No no, like, could I come inside and just be in the warm until she gets back? I don't want to be in your hair or whatever the phrase is, I'll just keep to myself if you have a phone charger or something" "Ohhhhh...yeah sure kid, come on in..." He gestured with an open hand towards the inside of the house, allowing me to step past. My eyes darted back and forth between him and the house, without any hesitation I strode straight past and into his hallway. "Whoa whoa easy, you can stay but please don't be walking all the way when you're leaking like that" He gently held my coat back by the hood so I couldn't walk any further. "Oh shit sorry, I didn't think, course I'll just stay-" He put his hand up again, I went silent. He suddenly got very stern. "Hey kid, this is my house so you do as I say. First, no swearing like that, it's not a good look and it's horrible to listen to, especially for a kid your age. And when in your in my house it's sir to you" God. I didn't know what to say, I was frozen, is this normal, have I just broken every rule of etiquette by walking into someones house treading rainwater all over the place and then running my mouth? He saw my mouth open with no words to fill the air. I was stuck in time. His tightened mouth then loosed into his wry smile, a signature characteristic clearly. "I'm just fucking you, relax, 'course you can swear. And you can call me sir if you like but not compulsory. What my girlfriends call me." "Haha okay..." "But, I was kind of serious about the clothes issue, you're soaking wet. How long is it going to be until Mum's home?" "Well, not sure I dunno, I think it's like 10? "10? Oh okay that's nothing how about you kick your shoes off and hang up your jacket by the time I've made you a cup of tea or something she'll back" "Oh no, sorry I meant like 10pm..." "Haha fuck, oh okay...wow, that's hours." He scratched his head, looked around his beautiful home and looked back at me. "I hope you're a good conversationalist, because no offence but if you're just sat in the corner on your phone all night while I watch Game of Thrones it's going to get pretty fucking awkward, I'd rather chat and-" He stopped when he saw my reaction, my eyes widened. "You're watching Thrones? I love Thrones it's like, my favourite show, what season are you on? Did you see the latest-" "Whoa no no spoilers, I've just started it, couple of episodes in, enjoying it so far, now realise why everyone's talking about it." My shoulders dropped, this might not be as awkward as I first thought, I can't believe he watches Thrones, if he's into that then who knows how many things we might have in common. This could fly by, or I could make it as embarrassing and painful as I usually do in social situations... "You seem in a state of shock and delight, guess you didn't think I watched things like that." "Well... it's, like, a bit of a surprise" Why, because I'm old? We can be into cool things to yanno, its not all 80's music and The Wire, plus I'm not that old, must be your Dad's age? Hopefully a little younger..." "No I didn't mean it like that." We hesitated and then chuckled at the same time, making eye contact. He held my gaze for longer than I was used to, and quite frankly longer then I was comfortable with so I predictably flushed red again and darted my eyes around the house. "...You've got a really nice place, really, yanno, modern unlike the rest of these places" He belly laughed at my attempt to change tact so quickly, caught in the act. "Thanks, alright listen you're clearly a real teenager at the moment so you're going to find this uncomfortable but it's the truth. You have to get out of those clothes." That came out of nowhere. "-What?!" "See I told you, listen the deal here is that you're under my roof now so I'm responsible for you, and if you stay in those clothes a few things are going to happen. You're going to get a cold and seriously ill, no doubt, I can already see your button nose turning red. The second is that I'll get in trouble with your Mum for not being a responsible adult and help you overcome your anxiety here and look after yourself. And finally if you don't get out of those clothes, you're just going to have to stand there for the rest of the night because there's no way I'm letting you sit on my sofa or anywhere else frankly when you're still dripping after a 5 minute conversation." It made sense, I couldn't argue with all that, he had me tied up in logic. And I was still shivering whilst standing next to a radiator... "Okay but, like, I don't have a spare pair of clothes." "It's all good, by some miracle I have more than one set of clothes. Look, give me your clothes, I'll put them on the radiator, you can go and take a shower and I'll find you some clothes in the meantime, how does that sound?" "Shower?" "Yes, it'll make sure that you're actually warm when you get into my clothes and you've got to dry off anyway, wouldn't you rather towel down after a steamy shower than from the freezing one you just had?" "But I don't want to waste your shower gel, or towels" "Christ you're making me embarrassed for you, look at me do you think I don't have enough money to wash my towels or buy more shower gel?" Obviously it was the contrary, a single guy living in a house of this size. Must have at least four bedrooms, and the way he was dressed gave me an impression of refined taste. He wasn't wearing anything special, literally just a t-shirt and lounge pants, but there was something about their quality and more importantly the way he held himself that gave it away. He was a relatively average-looking middle aged man, in my eyes anyway, I remember thinking. Short hair that was greying and receding slightly, a stubbly beard and deep, inset eyes. He had a big frame, which gave me impression he must have played Rugby in university and onwards, with wide shoulders and a bit of a belly. He must have been 6'4, maybe even 6'5. He had big hairy arms with a large watch on his right wrist. Again, none of these things screamed wealth and success, but it was the air in which he carried his frame, and these things told me he was a man who got what he wanted. Standing in front of him, analysing him in this moment of contemplation made me analyse my own physique, purely because we couldn't have been more different. I guess I was what you'd expect, 17 years old but looking more like 15 at a push, not that I could admit that. I was from a short family and a late bloomer, I was about 5'6, white with a mop of long brown hair but apart from that and a little on my legs I was completely hairless. I was thin, small and cute looking with a button nose. Small to the point where I'm sure a big man like him could fit his hand around my whole bicep. What I did have was a small but round and bouncy bum, from all the sport I played meant a lot of lunging and good stamina which led to a thin guy with muscle in the right places. Maybe we had sport in common as well? He was also looking well dressed and handsome. I, on the other hand looked like a drowned rat. With my usually messy mop of hair now stuck to the side of my face, tickling my eyes and dripping with rain, I can't imagine he thought I might be popular with the girls at my school. "Okay sure, a shower sounds good" "Atta boy" he said clasping his big hand on my small shoulder. "Off with the shoes and jacket and come upstairs" I slid the shoes under the shoe rack and placed my jacket neatly on one of the spare pegs. As he ascended the stairs I followed eagerly at his heels, traipsing after him like a well trained puppy. I took a moment to finally adjust to my surroundings. It really was a beautiful house, I was totally perplexed why he needed such an extravagant place just for himself, and why the need for so many bedrooms? A question I can ask later, I thought, if it felt appropriate. We finally arrived at the door at the end of the hall. As he swung the door open an extravagent bathroom was revealed. Glistening white tiles, with a roll top bath and a walk-in shower. What a dream, especially for someone like me who yearned for the finer things in life. Predictably, it was full of lavish products, most notably Aesop hand wash, body wash and shampoo, he immediately clocked my fixation. "Use what you like, honestly, I'll step out and you can chuck your clothes out the door. Pants too if you like, I don't care, you seem like a clean lad. Oh, and leave your phone there as well, I'll get it on charge. I'll leave the dry clothes outside the door." I was stunned, but not stunned enough to forget my manners. "Great thank you, this is really kind." "No no, it's alright kid, nice to have the company on a Tuesday, of all days. I'm Stephen by the way, we forgot that part." "Oh yeah haha, I'm Sam." "Nice to meet you Sam. Enjoy." A pitiful, almost seductive "I will" slipped out with a little too much eagerness, it caught him completely surprise which he left him chuckling and me blushing, again. Great. The moment he shut the door I almost squealed with excitement. Suffice to say it was the best shower of my entire life, I was half frozen when I stepped in and the huge shower head rained down perfectly temperatured water down on top of me, I could feel my whole body tingling. Lathering myself up in Aesop body wash, smelling the beautiful aromas and feeling the lather all over my body started to turn me on, it was almost a euphoric experience. I stepped out of that shower feeling like I'd been born again, I moisturised my entire body (he said I could use what I wanted) wrapped one of his towel dressing gowns around me and strode out of the bathroom feeling brand new and completely revived. To my surprise, when I opened the door there was no pile of clothes in sight. How odd, I thought. I looked down the hall and near the top of the stairs. Nothing. How strange, he didn't seem like the forgetful type. I went over his instructions in my head just to make sure I hadn't misunderstood and I swear I hadn't mistaken the situation, or had I? Regardless, I couldn't just sit in the bathroom for the rest of the night, and it felt weird to call out for him. So, feeling a little more comfortable in my skin I headed down the stairs to see find out where those clothes might have ended up. As I tip toed around the house the instantly recognisable tones of the Game of Thrones score drew me towards the east wing of the house. When I found him he was sprawled out on the sofa with a glass of red wine in hand, completely engrossed like he'd forgot all about me. "Hey, I couldn't-" As soon as he realised I was there, he gestured with his free hand to come sit next to him. "You haven't missed much so far, come and join if you want, you can remind me of some of the character names, too many for me to keep track of. Also said at the top there's scenes of violence and nudity so should be a good 'un. Or your phone is in the kitchen you can grab that if you want, up to you." Captivated by the episode, it was one of my favourites, and not wanting to be rude, I strolled over and sat down exactly where he gestured. As I took a seat I sank a into the sofa more than expected which slid me uncomfortably close to him, much closer than I'd intended. I immediately thought of shuffling away but didn't want to seem rude, as if he smelled or something, plus I was a little scared of another sarcastic remark, so I stayed where I was. Speaking of his smell, it was a scent I couldn't quite put my finger on, it was a manly musk mixed in with an oaky aftershave. It must have been one of those Aesop ones that we've never been able to afford. Either way his smell wasn't off putting, and was actually quite the opposite, a little comforting and alluring. As I was getting more comfortable in my position he suddenly extended his arm over the back of the sofa just behind my head. Confused, I thought he might be putting his arm around me, I suddenly tensed up, and once again felt the familiar pang of embarrassment when I realised he was just reaching for the remote. He turned the TV down just a fraction. "Sorry you've got to watch this show again, but I'm sure you can understand I'm heavily invested in it already and want to get through it as quick as possible, its one of my only nights I can get away with doing it this week." I felt the urge to immediately reassure him. "No no, not at all, I actually think the first season is the best so I'm happy to watch the whole thing again tonight" "Ahh that's great, I'm sure we can watch an episode or two and maybe think of something else to do if need be" As the episode went on and I started to explain who the characters were, their names and answer some of his questions I started to feel completely comfortable. An adult like him had never given me the time before let alone listen to me intently and ask questions about something I was interested in. It took me about 20 minutes to even remember the fact I was still sat in a towel gown. "Oh yeah, so about my clothes, did you find any?" "Yeah of course, the only ones I could find were some of my suits, the rest of the casual stuff is in the machine, sorry about that. Thought you might prefer to wait for your clothes to be dry which will be soon no doubt, surely rather that than where an oversized suit? Would be pretty funny though..." I wasn't sure if this was actually true or not, did he genuinely have no spare clothes that weren't suits? Could he not have found something? But I was in no position to argue or question, and I was pretty comfortable as I was. "Yeah sure, I'm happy to wait" "Good lad" He said and slapped my thigh. I immediately froze as he kept his hand there for a second or two too long, at first I didn't know what to do, but as he took his hand away I realised my heart was racing. I decided to immediately act like nothing happened, just be casual I thought, don't be awkward. It's clearly a generational thing, a lot more touchy feely with their friends, bro hugs and all that. Especially if he played Rugby, I'm probably thinking too much into it. I brushed it aside and put it to be the back of my mind, focusing back towards the TV. But then I found myself drifting from the TV, as another thought struck that was an even bigger surprise than the act itself: I actually quite enjoyed the feeling of someone holding me like that. I hadn't had much experience with girls yet, and I doubt I would for some time, so any kind of physical intimacy was alien to me. To be held and comforted by a nice warm firm hand actually felt quite welcome. He then brought my attention back to show. "I like him, he's great." "Yeah a really good actor, I think anyway" The camera panned to his scene partner. "Oh and she's fucking beautiful isn't she?" I welcomed this conversation. "Yeah so hot, the series is full of fit girls" "Pretty girls and guys so far" I paused, trying to register what he meant. "Yeah I guess...?" He looked at me, half curious and half judgemental. "Do you not think guys can be pretty? It doesn't make you gay to think another guy is good looking, I always thought that was a real sign that someone had pent up issues if they couldn't look at, say, Brad Pitt and be like that's a handsome gorgeous motherfucker without thinking they're gay. That's just me anyway." He saw me processing this and starting to nod in agreement when he followed up with: "Like for example, you're a pretty guy-" I uncontrollably snorted out of embarrassment, not knowing how to navigate this attempt at a weird compliment. I was still trying to process how to respond when he put his gestured for my attention. "No I'm being serious and don't be all awkward teenage on me here, hear me out. You can have handsome guys and girls and so you can have pretty girls and you can have pretty guys. Attractiveness is a spectrum, a guy can be butch rugby player and he's rugged and chiseled and hairy, or a guy can be a gymnast and be lean, hairless, slightly feminine and he's beautiful and elegant. Now, is one of these guys more attractive than the other? Does that make the other one not attractive? No, they're both attractive in completely different way, and attractive to the same or different audiences. So to bring it back full circle I think you're a pretty guy, you're pretty hairless from what I can tell and thin but athletic like our gymnast example and that's your look, embrace it because you'll never be the 6"7 bodybuilder." "Does that make you the counterbalance? The other end of the spectrum." "Is that you calling me handsome then?" He let out a beaming smile which was infectious, I glued my eyes to the floor and responded "just trying to understand your point." "Well I'll take it, thanks kid. But if you want, let's drill into this discussion further as you might have some more interesting thoughts on it, only if you want, bet you're not able to talk about anyone else about this kind of stuff without getting embarrassed so feel free to ask me anything you want." He was right, I didn't really have anyone to speak to about this kind of thing, I thought. Apart from my mates, but the conversation never want further than "She's fit" or "She's got blowjob lips", not exactly a thoughtful conversation that I might be able to have with Stephen. "Sure." "Okay so if that is the case and you agree with me that there's a spectrum of attractiveness then that means, to me anyway, that some men are hard wired to fall into categories naturally, bulls and breeders are bigger men who get what they want and there are the more feminine boys who are beautiful, who are less into breeding and more into the act of breeding itself. Like we just found it with you being in that category, I can't imagine you're walking up to a girl in your class and taking what's yours? Hey come round mine and you fuck her?" He read my body language. "No, but you should be proud that's not you, because those girls who go for those guys are disposable trash, who wind up either trapped in a loveless marriage with a rich abuser or they're pregnant and abandoned at 16. So don't worry about that. And also, and here's a real life lesson. I'm sure you might look at these guys and want to be them, but that's not you. Maybe what you see in them is not aspirational but actually attraction to what they have that you don't. That makes them attractive to you. And it's not gay, it's just simple attraction." As I nodded away, trying to process his comments, and it was a bit of information overload, I couldn't deny what he was stating all sounded completely right. It was as if he was inside my mind, he understood my thought processes better than I did. I was stunned and impressed he was able to rationalise my deepest thoughts. The amount of times I'd be catch a glimpse of one of the bigger rugby guys in the showers, admiring their physique and want to have that. But now it made more sense, I didn't want it for myself, I guess I just wanted them. Pure attraction, not gay, just lust. If he could figure me out like that within a 5 minute conversation, what else could he teach me? "But that's nothing to worry about, because that's not who you should be, it's not who you're supposed to be. Your appeal is far wider and greater than any of that breeder rubbish. Alas I'm cursed with the breeder build and mentality, I get what I want and I want to fuck, I don't get to be as complex as you." "Sounds pretty fun to me" "Only if you find the right dancing partner." And so with you falling more into their more elegant category you appeal to certain demographics, specific type of girls and specific type of men, older men to be precise. Why? Because they find the opposites attract angle so hot: hairy older guy, smooth younger lad. And the elegant girls sometimes like an elegant man because they think they're a good match genetically." I wanted, and honestly felt like I needed, to reassert my sexuality into this conversation, as it was pressing me into lines of thought I didn't really want to be thinking of. "Well I like girls so I'm more interested in them being more interested in me, elegant girls sounds good, not the old guys" "Of course, of course but the idea of a man being attracted to you doesn't make you feel sick does it? You're far too mature for that." "No of course not" "And besides, genetics can be boring, where pure lust leads to real fun, and you have an amazing physique so whichever group you decide to want to slut for, guys or girls they'll be begging to have you. Again, like my earlier point guys AND girls can be sluts, believe me on that." He took a long pause to assess me, then he pressed. "What do you think? Do I make good points?" "No yeah, it's all interesting stuff and no ones explained it quite like this to me before but I do see what you mean, it does all add up when I think about it, I think." He leaned back, almost content by my answer. "Well like you said I'm an ancient, old, old man, I've been through it all so I know just what you're going through." We laughed together and were drawn back to the screen by a thunderous, action packed fight scene and we fell silent. As the episode played on I began feeling so warm and cozy, suddenly noticing how hot it was in the house. I considered dropping my dressing gown to my waist but caught myself, it would be far too relaxed and inappropriate of me to do that, no matter how stuffy I felt, I decided to brave it out the heat. My sleepy mind was suddenly sent back into overdrive when I realised the moment I dreaded was fast approaching: the sex scene. I could already feel myself becoming agitated and flushed with embarrassment. God, it's awkward enough watching one with my Mum let alone with a random man, I remember thinking. Before I could make my excuses and retreat to the toilet he clasped his hand around my shoulder. "Ah finally, the good bit. Hoping we see a little more than last time. His immediate excitement and relaxed approach reminded me how cool he was, of course this didn't need to be awkward, especially after what we just chatted about. He suddenly ran his hand from my shoulder and clasped my neck, again I froze. Caught in two minds, liking the feeling, but embarrassed that he hadn't even asked. "Mate you're overheating, do you want a drink? I have beers but probably not that responsible of me, you into fizzy drinks? Of course you are." He read my mind, "That would be great thank you" "No worries, hope I don't miss anything!" He raced back from his kitchen with an ice cold Dr Pepper, my favourite. He saw my face light up and gave me a knowing wink. This was perfect. He slid his hand back onto my neck as I drank, "seems to be doing this trick". When he sat back down he began to analyse her body. How nice her ass was and how girls like that are usually what he goes for. Brown hair, petite, small boobs, bouncy ass. I found myself agreeing with him, it felt as comfortable as discussing porn with my mates. As we spectated, she laid her husband down, edging herself down his body and finally taking his cock in her mouth. Without missing a beat, he added his most important point of the night. With his hand moving towards the small of my back he began. "Speaking of lust, and I might get in trouble with your Mum by saying this, so best not tell her about this conversation, but I have some insight worth sharing" "Like I would tell her anything we've been discussing" "Ha! True, okay well this might change your opinion on me but here goes. This is my crazy theory for the night, take it or leave it. Although you might have to take my word for it and you should. And that on the screen just reminded me of it. I've been around the block a fair few times kid, and I have to say that getting a blowjob from a guy is 1000 times better than a blowjob from a girl, like incomparable." I was stunned. "Really!? How? Why?" "Well that" He gestured to the screen. "That's the reason, right there. We just talked about how sexy is, and by god she is. An absolute stunner, but therein lies the issue. Because she's so gorgeous, the blowjob can be average at best, and most guys will be thrilled to have it. Not because it's a good one, but because they can't believe their luck that a girl like her has her lips wrapped around their cock. So afterwards when she's swallowed, spit or whatever, she asks how was it? The real answer, it was fine. The answer she gets is 'that was the best I've ever had'. And so she thinks to herself wow I'm really good at this, and frankly she becomes lazy. And on and on it goes, she gets to go through her whole life afterwards thinking she's the queen of blowjobs when actually she's not, she's average at best" Wow. It felt like every point he was making was pure gold. And so true. The amount of porn I'd watched where the girl was insanely hot but clearly just moaning her way through any effort clicked in my mind. "So then, with guys..?" "Well with guys there is no safety net, in their mind anyway, of course there are exceptions where a few guys out there are beautiful and they know it. But mostly guys don't think they're as beautiful as women, when they absolutely are. So, they do put in the effort where girls tend not to. But do you wanna know what the most important difference is?" "What?" I was on the edge of my seat, hanging on his every word. "It's so simple, but sometimes the truth is. A guy knows how good it feels, and what it feels like, and where the pressure points are and what must feel the best. Why? Simple, it's because they've got their own, so of course they know what's going to feel incredible and what isn't. You can't blame girls for this disadvantage, all they have to go off is a guys reaction. A guy knows what's going to work because they know cocks better than a girl ever will. Those kind of boys are givers, they're selfless and just yearn to serve. And to be honest they want to be girls really, or treated like girls, to have attention and be called pretty and above all to please their man. They fall into that category of the pretty guys we were talking about. If you'd allow me, let's use you as an example. Hypothetically of course, if you were ever going to give someone head, or have done, you'd know exactly where to start and what could them to finish, because you're a selfless person". That does make a lot of sense, I thought. and he's right, if I was going to give anyone head, I would go above and beyond to make sure they had an amazing experience... Suddenly there was an unlocking in my mind, like a switch, a yearning to hear more about his thoughts on the subject. That way, I could better understand my own feelings and the answers to the big questions, who desired me, how do I bring people that kind of pleasure, and I guess I was pretty selfless... But, I had to ask the unavoidable, even if it did ruin the moment. "So are you gay then? Just talking about this with such detail...It's cool if you are, I'm not sa-" He saw where I was going and interrupted me with that signature hand gesture. "You know I really find those terms limiting and frankly don't think they apply to me. Bi, I guess is the closest but it's pretty simple: I fuck who I wanna fuck, and depending on the person I'll find different things attractive regardless of their gender. I know, how modern for an old guy like me." "Haha yeah I guess..." He looked me up and down, realising I was yearning to talk more about this in the way it had animated me. He went in for the kill. "Well, enough about interrogating me, what about you? What do you think it takes to give good head?" Suddenly the spotlight being on me made me turn bright red, god it was hot in here. I just want to take this thing off, I thought. "Well I dunno, I guess it would be taking it slow at first, make sure to wrap my lips softly around the helmet, making sure I use my hands to work the shaft and don't neglect the balls. Eye contact would be hot as well, I guess it can't be that hard." As I finished my sentence he met my gaze and held it there. "I agree, interesting you took on a first person perspective there in your description?" My eyes darted to the floor. "Like, yeah it was easier to describe that way..." "Sure, and from the blowjobs you've had what do you think? Guys or girls better?" "I haven't had any so I wouldn't know." "Oh fair enough, well you're young and a looker so it won't be long I imagine. That's the issue with girls around your age, too self conscious and its a damn shame. It's when you're all at your horniest, if you could all just get over the barrier you'd be having sex 20 times a day." For the first time today as he talked my eyes started to dart around his body, small moments were suddenly making me feel a little flustered. How hairy his arms were, how thick his forearms were, how heavy his thighs looked. And then, without meaning to, I noticed the outline of his cock through his lounge pants. I wanted to look away but couldn't, my mind was racing. These lounge pants were some of the loosest I'd seen but they still stuck to his thighs and cock. He must be sizeable to have such a hefty bulge through such loose fitting clothes. He must have been seven inches soft at least. I snapped out of it, realising he'd been talking this whole time and saw where my eyes had landed for the last few critical seconds. "Ever been curious enough to mess around with any of your mates? Get some kissing practice in, or let out some easy orgasms?" Wha-no way! They're all as straight as hell, and with girlfriends. No that's never happened." He saw the weakness in my argument. "But what about you? Ever wanted to mess around with a guy? Say what you thought, doesn't make you gay to be curious. You can talk me to about this stuff, I'm not your parents or your friends, you know this stuff isn't going anywhere and stays in these four walls." "I'm not sure" I said weakly. "I've never really thought about it, definitely not with guys I know." The credits rolled on Game of Thrones. "Have you ever seen another cock before?" "Well yeah at school" "Are they about as big as me? Ha, c'mon don't be shy I noticed you looking. I'm kind of blessed with a big dick, I can't deny it's come in handy. Any boys as big as me?" I went bright red for the tenth time that day, I wanted to look at the floor but instead my eyes naturally fell to looking at his cock once more, and stayed there. "No..." "Do you want to see it?" What is happening, I thought. I couldn't believe what was going on, how did we get here, I wanted to shake myself out of the trance but I couldn't shake the curiosity. He read my silence as a yes. And he was right. "No harm in looking, just so you can compare to your own." He started working his lounge pants down to his knees and before I knew it, before I could say anything, out flopped his massive cock. I had to take a second because there it was, a huge throbbing hard dick right in front of me. It was such a surreal, beautiful image I took a second to admire it. He was uncircumcised and his purple red helmet was mostly sticking out of his foreskin, flopped down with its heaviness. He had a long thick vein down the middle of it and it was nestled in a bush of very dark brown hair. And finally his balls, god his balls. Below his thick cock (which must have been about 7 inches from my first guess) were huge, long red wrinkly balls peppered with long pubes. They dangled low and looked heavy, full of cum I thought. It felt like everything was happening in slow motion, like I was in some lucid dream. Here I was, next to a middle aged man with his cock out and I was completely transfixed. As if I'd be frozen in time, inhabiting someone else's body. Wasn't I supposed to run away from this kind of situation, perverts and strangers? It was all the warning signs we're supposed to avoid and be scared of. Why was I not moving, why was I just staring. But it was more than that, I wasn't staring out of disbelief, but of curiosity. I suddenly wondered how it felt in my hand, he read my mind. "You can touch it if you want, just a bit of curiosity between friends, and see where it takes you." Even though I knew I shouldn't, I should bolt for the door, do something, I just couldn't resist, as if I was in a daze, I almost had to touch it to make sure this was real. But finally I found the strength to stop myself, I couldn't do it, knowing if I did I would never go back. As I started to retract my hand, he held it in place. "You overthink too much, I saw you reaching, just do it if you want, don't think about the consequences because there aren't any. It's just do friends experimenting, it's not gay." He was right. Like what we were discussing earlier, it's just a bit of fun right, not everything is so life or death. He let go, and I continued my hand towards his cock. I clasped my small gentle hand around his dick and felt its warmth. My hand barely fit around it and paradoxically suited it perfectly, my gentle smooth hand around his angry cock. I started delicately moving my hand up and down his shaft, watching his foreskin move up and down over his helmet. As he started to slow grow in my hand, I became fixated. While I was working his dick I suddenly realised his hand had never moved from the small of my back from before, and he had subtly slipped my dressing gown down below my shoulders, I was going to question why he'd done this, but hesitated simply because it felt so nice to have some air on my body again, the breathe felt heavenly. His balls were slightly stuck to his shaft because of the heat and so I pushed them down with my fingers, as I returned my hand to his shaft. I watched it grow and grow with every small stroke I gave his cock, harder and bigger. I watched it with fascination, the way it became thick, hard and angry, pointing towards me. He breathed a deep sigh and rubbed my bare back, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. His big rough hands stroking my back made my body tingle with goosebumps. It was almost hypnotic, and addictive, knowing the pleasure I was giving him, I just wanted give more and more. The more pleasure it gave him, the more it gave me. Maybe he was right, maybe I did slot perfectly into that selfless category of wanting to serve. I felt like this was my natural place, offering myself up to bring pleasure, just like he said. He must have eight inches hard and a thick as a red bull can, he was fully engorged now with his purple helmet directed straight at my face. I hadn't realised, but I'd positioned my face directly over his cock, watching it wide eyed, as if I knew what was to come next, as if my body was positioning me for what I needed to do, what I wanted to do; where I naturally belonged. A little bit of pre-cum dribbled out of his cock, wetting the tip of his penis. It's glisten looked so tantalising, I thought. I wonder... and just like before it was if he read my mind. He gently pushed the back of my head towards his daddy cock. "You seem to be enjoying yourself, why don't you give him a kiss, see how it tastes". Wordless, I leaned in towards it. My heart was racing, the excitement had overtaken any reservations I might have had. No going back now, once his cock touched my lips I knew I couldn't take that back. I didn't even hesitate and brought my mouth towards the the throbbing helmet. He stroked my hair. "I have a feeling you're going to be a natural." To be continued...