Date: Thu, 1 Aug 2019 13:29:25 +0000
From: sam_i_am@hotmail.com
Subject: Strip Naked For Me

It started fairly innocently. I just liked to watch him as he mowed his
lawn. He was about 25 years old and of Indian descent. His name was Kama
and he was back living with his parents after a bit of hard luck.

He would be out there every few weeks mowing the lawn at 10:00 am, before
it got too hot. But this July has just been brutal and he couldn't beat the
heat no matter what time he started. He would wheel that mower out of the
garage and pull his shirt off right away. He'd go back and forth on the
front lawn in just his cut-off jean shorts and I'd watch him from my
bedroom window, ogling every inch of skin I could see. God, what a sexy
guy! I love his shoulder-length black hair and the little patch of hair on
his chin. But those eyes - those big black eyes...they just filled me with
a thirst I couldn't quench.

I don't know how I got the nerve to do it, really. I think it was just that
I'd been lusting after him for so long that I just couldn't stand it
anymore. I saw him at the mailbox one day as we both checked for the day's
delivery.

"Hey, how's it going?"

"Good, how about you?"

"I'm hot! This humidity is so uncomfortable, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it's hard to get dressed in the morning...the clothes just stick to
my sweaty skin."

And that was pushing me over the edge. He mentioned his sweaty skin. He
mentioned the difficulty he had putting clothes on, which was as good as
saying he'd rather be naked. He was inviting me, wasn't he? Wasn't it just
the perfect opening?

"Yeah, I know what you mean. God, the sweat just starts in the morning and
doesn't let up all day. Good thing I've got air conditioning. I'd be dying
without it!"

"My parents don't like air conditioning. Too expensive, they say. I sit in
front of the fan in my bedroom and suffer as it blows hot air on me."

"You could come over to my place and cool off, any time you want. I've got
ice water and I'd be glad for the company."

"You wouldn't mind me hanging around? I'm like, half your age."

"I wouldn't mind in the least. I'd be glad for the company."

And at this point I discreetly adjusted my cock, which was starting to chub
up at the phrase 'half your age.'

I told him he was welcome at any time and suggested there was no time like
the present. He followed me over and we went into my slightly chilled
living room. I told him to make himself comfortable and he sat on the
leather chair next to the bookcase. I went to the kitchen to get us some
ice water and when I returned he accepted it gratefully, downing it in two
gulps.

"Wow, you were thirsty! Do you want more?"

"Nah, I'm okay. I really appreciate it, though."

"It's good to have this chance to get to know you, Kama. What kind of stuff
do you like to do for fun?"

"Just hang with my buds, you know, cruise the neighborhood, play video
games, whatever. What about you Mr. Hardcock?"

"Oh, I just, uh, well, I kind of stick to myself."

"Yeah, but what kind of stuff do you do? Watch movies? Play video games?
Work out?"

It was fun having this sexy young stud in my living room, but I could only
let this introductory session go so far. I mean, what would he think if he
found I was an addicted masturbator?

"Just listen to music, I guess, surf the 'net."

"Cool. I love surfing the 'net. What kind of sites do you like?"

"Kama, I can't, I mean, I don't know what, that is, um..."

"What, like ebay or World of Warcraft or chat rooms?"

"Porn! I look at a lot of porn sites."

"Yeah? Me too!"

"I'm sure you do. But I doubt we look at the same sites."

"Maybe not. But it sure feels great to choke the chicken, doesn't it?"

This admission of his - that he masturbates, turned me on and seemed to
loosen me up to the point where I could really start sharing with him.

"You bet! I'm usually naked at home as much as possible and I jack off for
extended periods of time. Sometimes, while I watch you mowing the lawn."

"Me?"

Damn! Maybe I went too far?

"Well, yeah, you're a hot young guy, Kama. When you take your shirt off and
I see those beads of sweat trickle down your chest and dip below the
waistband of your cut-off jeans, it turns me on."

"Um, yeah?"

In a voice getting more raspy, and yet more confident, I answered him...

"Yes, it does."

Kama didn't really know what to say to that. He picked up his water glass
again and tried to drain the remaining drops, but there wasn't really
anything left.

"Hey, I've got an idea. Now that my secret's out in the open and we're all
comfortable in the cool air, how about you do me a little favor?"

"Well, I don't know, Mr. Hardcock. What kind of favor?"

"Strip naked for me."  He sat in silence for a moment. He looked down at
his feet, his face turning a bit red.

"It would be just a little favor. Just a chance for me to see if what I was
imagining was close to the truth."

Since he still didn't have a response, I tried to put him at ease.  "I know
you're not gay, it's no big deal, Kama. I am, but I swear I won't lay a
hand on you unless you want me to. All I want is the chance to see you
naked. It'll give me fodder for my jack-off fantasies for weeks. I've seen
you without your shirt plenty of times. What a hot, tight young body you
have! Your nipples are so brown, your underarm hair so black. I'll bet your
pubes are a nice dark black too. Wouldn't you like to be a sex god? To have
someone drooling over you? Wouldn't that be hot?"

I was taking a humongous chance. I knew he could bolt and maybe call the
cops or something. But what could he tell them - "some guy twice my age
thinks I'm hot?" I mean, he's 25 years old. He's certainly legal. And I
asked him nicely, I didn't force anything. But I saw an increase in the
size of the bulge in his jean shorts and that was enough to spur me on.

"It makes you hot, doesn't it? To think that someone would be looking at
you in a sexual way? To think that he would be dying to touch you, but not
allowed to? That he would be getting harder and harder while he looked at
you? That you would have that much power over another guy?"

His tongue came out involuntarily and he licked his dry lips.  "Whether
it's a guy or a girl admiring you, doesn't it get you a little excited to
think that you're being admired? To think that someone in the world finds
you really hot? That it drives him crazy to see you in all your studly
glory?"

"Mr. Hardcock, if I do, you can't tell anyone..."

"No, no, of course not, Kama. Who would I tell? It's just for me. And for
you. For your fantasies when you're alone to think about how fuckin' hot
you are and how you teased another guy mercilessly with your sexy naked
male body."

Kama took his shirt at the waist and started to play with it.

"Yeah, that's it. Take that shirt off. Show me that sexy skin."

He pulled it up a bit, exposing his belly, moving it from side to side...
"Don't you feel like hot shit? Don't you know how fuckin' hot you are?"  He
pulled the shirt further up, exposing his nipples, then slipped it over his
head and sat there with his chest on display.

"Damn, boy, you are sexy! I see your nipples are hard too. I think you
enjoy being the center of attention."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Take your sneakers off."

And he did. It was as easy as that. My sexy neighbor boy was sitting across
from me in his bare feet, with his chest bared as well, with only his
cut-off jean shorts covering his modesty.

"You are one hot sexy guy. I've always loved your sexy young body. Man, you
make my cock hard!"

He popped the button on his jean shorts. He liked this attention. He liked
being a sex god.

"Yeah, strip naked for me! Let me see how totally hot you are! Damn, I wish
I had a camera!"

He unzipped his shorts.

"Mr. Hardcock, I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Neither can I. But I sure am grateful! Keep going, sexy guy!"

He parted his shorts and started to slip them down his legs, emphasizing
his taut thigh muscles as the material slipped past them. Soon he was
seated on my couch in only his white briefs.

"Damn boy! You sure do fill out that underwear!"

I could see the outline of his cock head, that sexy ringed part that I like
to tease when I'm giving a blowjob. I could see the outline of his
testicles snugly tucked in his scrotal sac, which was pushing against the
tight white fabric of his briefs.

"If you would, um, take off that underwear, you'd be totally naked in my
living room. You'd give me a thrill I never imagined I would get. You'd
make my dick so hard it would feel like it was gonna break off...just
because you let me view your sexy naked male body."

He stood. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, pushing
them down a bit, and showing me his black pubic bush. Damn! Sexy black
pubes! He pushed the underwear further down, showing that brown cock,
pushing further down and showing full bush and full cock which sprang up
hard against his belly.

"Fuck yeah! Hot man! So fuckin' sexy!"

And he pushed the underwear off his legs, stepping out of them and
displaying himself fully nude for my pleasure.

"So, Mr. Hardcock, do you like what you see?"

"Fuck yeah! Kama, you are one fucking hot stud! If you sit back on my couch
and masturbate your sexy dick until you shoot sperm I'll give you a hundred
dollars."

"You want to watch me beat my meat?"

"Yes I do."

"You want to watch me masturbate naked and shoot sperm onto my belly and
chest?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"And for that privilege you'll give me one hundred dollars?"

My cock was pushing so hard against my shorts. My pulse had increased and I
was salivating.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please do it for me! Please jack your hard cock for me
naked boy!"

Kama sat back and took his dick in hand, stroking long and slow, then
placed his left hand between his legs and cupped his balls, tightening his
grip ever so slightly. And that seemed to make him harder than ever. He
seemed to be registering how very exciting this was - that he was naked and
hard and masturbating freely in front of another man who was getting his
rocks off big time just watching him.

"Yeah, Kama, you're such a fucking hot sexy stud! Jack that dick and make
it spit sperm for me!"

He bent his left arm at the elbow and put it behind his head, his legs
spread and his right hand propping his erection up. I licked my lips
watching the naked boy enjoy his sexiness. His overwhelming sexiness. he
returned to masturbating and as he got close to his orgasm, he stood right
in front of me, naked boy jacking his sexy hard cock, and shot his cream
onto me - hitting my face and my t shirt and my shorts. I was a creamy
mess, but I loved it! I knew I would be masturbating to the memory for
months to cum!

"Yes, Kama yes! What a fuckin' hot stud you are!"

But Kama suddenly became more shy. He turned away from me and gathered up
his clothing. He quickly put his underwear and shorts on and then slipped
his sneakers on as well.

"Well, Mr. Hardcock, I, uh, I think I have to get going. It's almost dinner
time. Mom will..."

"Yes, of course, Kama. Here's the money I promised you. I swear I won't say
anything about this to anyone. I am so grateful for your time."

"No problem. Um, okay, thanks for the money. Um, take care."

And with that he was gone. I stripped off my clothes as fast as I could and
masturbated furiously remembering the guy who stood proudly and sexily
naked before me, jacking himself until he shot his juice all over me. It
was a matter of seconds, really, before I exploded onto my floor and onto
the chair in which Kama had sat, naked and proud. Damn! I wish I had had a
camera!