Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2017 20:00:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Daniel Tyler <storetime@yahoo.com>
Subject: Finally Getting to Know Buddy I

Finally Getting to Know Buddy

by:  StorEtime
Story for Adults

The neat house on the corner was a testament to its caretaker.  While the
yard was not overly ornate, it was always trimmed perfectly.  The shrubs
and trees were always cutback at the appropriate time of the year, and the
fencing was always stained to prevent weathering.

I had met Buddy a couple of times, but was never sure of the relationship
that he had with the female occupant of the corner house.  He could have
been anything from her brother to her lover.  I never really knew, but as a
red-blooded gay man, I did know that Buddy was really cute when he wore his
blue overalls and boots to do the yard work.

I could never forget the first time that I had met him.  An icestorm had
caused some electricity outages and Buddy came over to our house to see if
we had been impacted.  We chatted for awhile in my kitchen, but it was
really hard to ignore the fact that he kept playing with himself while
digging into the deep pockets of his overalls.  I don't know if this was an
invitation to notice his crotch or if this was a regular habit of his, but
it definitely got my attention.

Buddy, again caught my attention when he showed some interest after we
installed an outdoor shower on the side of the house that faced his
backyard.  We caught him red-handed, peering over the fence to catch a
glimpse at our new outside nudist get-away.  He was definitely intrigued.

These small encounters did not quite prepare me for my next encourter with
Buddy.

It was a cool Winter day and my partner had just left to attend to some
errands around town.  I decided to do some much neglected body grooming
before showering.  Our bathroom is located on the same end of the house as
the outdoor shower, and thus faces Buddy's backyard.  I never worried too
much about the bathroom window blind being open since I didn't really see a
good vantage point from anyone's house where someone may actually peer
in. I found out a little differently on this day.

I had just finished trimming my chest hair and was now moving down toward
my cock and balls.  A cloud cast a shadow over the sun and the room
darkened somewhat, so I turned on the light to ensure that I saw what I was
doing.  As I peered into the mirror, I caught movement out of the corner of
my eye.  It was only then that I realized the `shadow over the sun', was
actually Buddy standing outside of my bathroom window looking in at me.  He
had his hand down the front of his pants clearing playing with himself.

Without skipping a beat, I continued my grooming, but started making the
actions much more sensual.  Instead of the daily routine, I was performing
for an audience that wanted much more of a show.  As the clippers went
through my pubic hair, my hand would follow with a brush action and a
caress of my now-bobbing penis.  The show was turning me on and I was
starting to get hard. I ran the protected clippers over my balls to get the
hair to a length where shaving would be easier.

I acted as if I didn't know Buddy was there, but I saw him continue his
dick play as he watched from his outside perch.

To finish my trim job, I sat on the edge of the garden tub, still
positioned so that Buddy could see everything.  I spread my legs a bit and
began spreading shave cream on my balls.  My razor was soaking in a hot tin
of water and I would take a few swipes of the blade and then re-submerge
the razor in the hot water to clean the hair off.

I felt my balls tingling as the air hit their hairless surface.  I trimmed
a natural line between my pubes and my ball sac, and I made sure that my
shaft was hairless on the front and back sides.  My dick was still bobbing
in mid air with the excitment and the pre-cum had started drooling out of
the slit.

This time, I looked up to see Buddy's pants open and his hand jacking his
engorged cock.  It was cool outside, so Buddy's balls were tucked in under
his shaft, but his shaft was really large.  The smooth thick tool slid
smoothly through his hand as he slouched into a horny swagger.  The lids of
his eyes were almost half closed as he drank in my show.

I toweled the cream off of my balls and ran some lotion all around my
balls.  One of my lotioned fingers moved to my asshole to insert some
lubricant there.  My other hand began jacking my dick.  The slick finger
fucked my hole, and my legs intuitively spread further apart in order to
give the viewer a better show of my ass.

Buddy was pumping his cock faster and harder.  I could tell he was getting
close, so I sped my masturbation tempo as well.

When I saw the first spirts of white cream on the outside of the bathroom
window, I also felt a jet of my own jizz hitting my chest, as my buried
finger massaged my prostate.

When it was over, Buddy pulled his pants back up and lingered for another
few seconds while I licked the man juice off of my fingers.  He gave me a
slight smile and a wink and headed back to his yard.

I heard the backdoor of my own house open and Roscoe was yelling out that
he was home.

I toweled the rest of the cum off of me, and looked up slyly as Roscoe
entered the bathroom stepping over the puddle of hair on the floor, and
bending over to give me a big kiss on the lips.  His hand fondled my newly
shaved balls with the sweetness of true lover.

To be continued...