Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2011 00:21:17 -0500 From: raswain Subject: DILTF -- Chapter 5 Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit sexual fantasy situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex or taboo. These acts are in the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always play safe. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior, and claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material. If you like what you read here you may send feedback to mnhowler@aol.com or docswain@aol.com You may also check out my slash fiction at: fhttp://docswainslounge.warped.com or in the prolific authors section of Nifty. DILTF – Chapter 5 -- Don's Story By R. A. Swain Don Asher sat on his front porch playing a game on his phone, but mostly watching his neighbor, Mr. Woodward, mowing his lawn. Mr. Woodward was older; Don wasn't sure of his age, but in very good physical condition. He had white hair, and a furry chest which he bared as often as possible. He did a lot of yard work, mowing the lawn, trimming shrubs and such, always wearing shorts, work boots, and sometimes a t-shirt. He had a firm muscular chest, and obviously worked out. Don felt himself not to be too shabby. He worked out a couple of times a week. His chest wasn't as furry as Mr. Woodward's, but he could tell he had hairier legs than his neighbor. His pecs seemed to be an even match, but his hair was jet black and curly. He would often watch Mr. Woodward as he did his yard work. The truth was, over the years Don had watched Mr. Woodward many times, sometimes from up in his bedroom sitting by his window and masturbating while watching the older man walk around shirtless wearing only cargo shorts. Mr. Woodward finished mowing his front lawn and took a break, sitting on the wall along the front of his property. Don paused in his game and leaned forward. He wondered what Mr. Woodward would look like sitting there naked and stroking his cock? He didn't realize he was staring at his neighbor until he saw Mr. Woodward wave to him. Don snapped back to reality. He waved back. Mr. Woodward gestured toward him to come over. The college boy looked up and down the street and stood up. He walked down the steps from his porch and across his lawn. "Hi Mr. Woodward," he said. Tom Woodward looked the young man over as he walked across the lawn. Flip flops, shorts, a mid-drift t-shirt, and a tan. He smiled. "Hey Don, how's it going?" "It goes," Don said. "I was wondering if you could give me a hand in my back yard?" Tom asked. "Sure," Don said. "Should I go put sneakers on?" "No, you won't need them," Tom said. "I just need some help moving a couple benches that are too long to move by myself. I figure a young guy in good shape, like you, could maybe help me." Don smiled. "Thanks, but it looks like you might be in better shape than I." Tom laughed. "For a guy my age maybe," he said. "You're not that old," Don said as they walked around to Tom's back yard. "I'm 65," the older man said. "Wow!" Don said. "I never would think you were over 50." "Flattery will get you everywhere," Tom joked. Don thought about where he'd like to go. "You must work out," he said. "I do," Tom said. "I take it you do as well?" "When I get the chance," Don said. He paused as Mr. Woodward pointed to a long cement bench. "Grab that end," he said. "I want it over here on this side of the garden." Tom grabbed the other end and the two men carried it across the yard to the far end of the garden. Don looked around the yard. "Wow, you've got a nice garden. I never noticed it." "You don't get as good a view from up in your bedroom," Tom casually said, hinting that he knew the younger man had been watching him over the years. "Um, no, I see. You've got an enclosed porch also and a hot tub. Cool." "Yeah, I know it can't be seen outside of the yard," Tom said. "I made sure of that when I had it installed. Didn't want to get arrested from flashing my neighbors. I never wear anything in it." "Really?" Don asked. "Really. You ever go skinny dipping in a hot tub?" Tom asked. "Not yet," Don replied. "You will," Tom said, adding, "If you want after we move one more bench." The two men eyed each other as they walked across the yard and picked up another bench, moving it to a new location opposite its previous position. They set the bench down and sat on it. "Do are you up for a spin the hot tub?" Tom asked. Don looked the older man over. "I'm up for whatever you have in mind." Now it was Tom's turn to be surprised. "Really?" In answer Don pulled his shirt off over his head. "Oh yeah." Tom didn't move, instead he turned his full attention to Don. "Continue," he said, gesturing for Don to undress. "Out here?" Don asked. "Oh yeah," Tom said. "No one can see here, unless your parents are home and looking out their bedroom window." Don stood up. "They're both out." He stepped out of his flip flops and facing his neighbor he shucked his own cargo shorts standing naked in front of the older man. "You're turn," he said. Tom looked at the slim young body bared before him. He had a smooth chest and a trail of dark hair down his stomach to his trimmed pubes and shaved balls and shaft, and very hairy legs. He stood up, toed off his work boots and socks, and then opened the waist button of his cargo shorts. He tugged the zipper down and let them fall to his ankles, revealing his slightly hairy crotch, and thick eight inch cock. "Wow," Don said, staring at Tom's equipment. "You've got low hanging balls." Tom laughed. "That comes with age." "And a really thick cock," Don said. "Does that come with age?" "No, I've had that all my life," Tom replied. He stood in the center of his yard making no move toward the porch or hot tub. Don became self-conscious realizing his neighbor was ogling him as much as he was ogling his neighbor. He felt his cock fluffing up. "We should get in the tub," he said. Tom gestured for Don to go ahead and watched the young man's ass as he walked across the yard. He followed behind, fighting the urge to grab the young man. "You've got a great ass," he said. Don felt himself blush. "Thanks," he said, climbing into the hot tub. "You've got a great cock." Tom laughed. "With all this talk it's very clear you're into men." Don felt himself blush even more. "Um, yeah, I am. I figured you knew from the fact I've never had a girlfriend around here." "I hoped," Tom said. He climbed into the tub but didn't sit. Instead he stood in the center, between Don's legs, his cock dangling in the warm water. "Nice," Don said. "Would you do something for me?" Tom looked down at the college boy. "Name it?" "Would you stroke your cock for me? I've always wondered what you would look like jerking off," Don explained. Tom didn't answer, instead reaching down for his cock and grasping it. He began sliding his fist up and down the shaft causing his cock to grow even more until it was standing straight out from his body. "Oh yeah," Don whispered, staring intently at his neighbor's cock. "Stroke that monster." Tom did as requested, running his fingers over his shaft and rubbing his thumb over his piss slit and around the edge of his mushroom tip, causing his cock to throb. He watched Don's eyes widen as he did it. "You like watching me do this?" "Oh yeah," Don said. "I really like watching you play with your cock." Tom laughed. "I expect you to reciprocate," he said. Don glanced around. "Right here?" "Right here," Tom answered. "Right now?" he asked. "Right now," Tom said. Don stood up only a few inches from Tom, and fisted his cock while the older man watched him. He copied Tom's moves on his own cock, caressing his shaft and balls, and rubbing his thumb over his mushroom tip. He stepped forward and rubbed the underside of his cock across the top of Tom's cock, then wrapped his hand around both cocks and began stroking them together. ""Oh yeah," Tom groaned. "That's hot." "It'll get hotter," Don said. He reached out and ran his fingers over Tom's chest and pinched his nipple. Tom thrust his cock into Don's hand. "Jerk me, college boy," he said. "Is that all you want me to do?" Don asked. Tom smiled and moved back so he could sit on the edge of the tub. He spread his legs. "Suck my cock, college boy," he said. Don knelt on the seat of the tub and lowered his head toward Tom's cock and gently licked at the tip and down the shaft to his low hanging balls. He ran his tongue up the shaft again and took the tip in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip and wrapped his lips around the shaft and bobbed his head up and down on the long thick cock. Tom drew breath in between his teeth as the young man sucked his cock. He thrust his hips slightly, pushing his cock further into Don's mouth. "I take a while to come, so you can work on me as long and as rough as you want," he said. Don glanced up at his neighbor, and lowered his head on the hard cock again. He stretched his mouth over the width of the older man's cock, rubbing his lips along the shaft. He felt Tom's tip rub against the back of his throat as he bobbed his head up and down. Tom shifted. "Let's take this to the floor," he said. "I want to lick your balls while you lick mine." The two men climbed out of the tub and faced each other's cocks on the floor. Tom leaned in and engulfed Don's cock in his mouth. He ran his tongue around the tip of the young man's cock, and down to his balls. He run his lips along the underside of his cock and took the tip in his mouth again and slid down the cock until his nose was pressed in Don's pubic hair. Don tried to copy Tom's movements, engulfing his cock in his mouth, and working his way up and down the length and width of the other man's cock. He felt Tom's hand on his balls and cock as he sucked his cock, and could feel the pressure building up in his cock. He knew it was only a matter of seconds. "I'm coming!" He shouted. Tom jerked the young man and watched his cock erupt into a fountain of jizz shooting up in the air as Don rolled onto his back. Spurt after spurt of jizz shot out and rained down on Don's stomach and chest. Tom groaned as he watched the younger man blow his load, but the visual was enough to push Tom over the edge. The man shuddered as Don stroked him and in seconds he was erupting in cum as well. He splattered himself up his chest and stomach, and watched the last drops ooze out his tip and down his shaft and balls. "Man, that was wild," Don said, gasping for breath. "I've never shot like that before." "I hope you can do it again soon," Tom said. "I want to see you shoot another load like that." "You will," Don said. "You will." End Chapter 5 If you like what you read here you may send feedback to mnhowler@aol.com or docswain@aol.com You may also check out my slash fiction at: http://docswainslounge.warped.com or in the prolific authors section of Nifty.