Chase was still out of town for his family emergency. He had gotten a call from his brother that his mother was in the hospital. It had already been a week and at that moment there was no telling when Chase might be coming back. That was fine. It wasn't like I had any pressing commitments at my own apartment. I just picked up my uniforms for work and hightailed it back to my friend's house for my house sitting gig. Chase was worried that his place might be broken into if it was evident that it was empty. I was enjoying Chase's premium channels and movie collection, and raiding his fridge at will. Such was the cost of home security. Besides, I was saving him from potentially having to throw away a bunch of stuff from his fridge that could go bad while he was out of town. I was outside in the backyard lounging in a chair on the patio. I was playing around on my phone and enjoying the setting sun as the temperature finally and thankfully started to drop a little.
I heard splashing from the pool across the fence. Chase's neighbor was apparently enjoying one of his infrequent frolics in the water. I had met Stan and his wife Margaret over the years I had known Chase. They seemed like good people and friendly neighbors. We had been over there when they were barbecuing more than a few times. The wife was the social one of the two, and always invited us over if we were outside during one of their gatherings. Family reunions, graduations, Fourth of July, Memorial Day, Labor Day. If they saw us, we would inevitably get an invite. They were a nice couple, Stan was probably twenty years older than Chase and I, with Margaret a few years older than Stan. The last of their three kids had gone off to college, so now it was just the two of them in their house. I could tell Margaret was having a difficult time with that, but Stan seemed more than fine. Stan seemed ecstatic when Margaret wasn't looking. The sound of my game being played on my phone apparently got Stan's attention.
"Chase? What are you up to?" Stan called through the fence.
"No Chase tonight. It's me, Brad. Chase went out of town and I'm watching his place for him while he's gone."
"Oh, hey Brad. That's good. There have been some break ins around here lately. You're a good friend to look out for him like that. Hey, you wanna come over? The old lady's visiting her sister in Arizona, so I'm enjoying the pool while she's gone. She's the one who wanted the pool, but now it seems like she barely ever uses it."
"No thanks, I'm good. I don't want to intrude."
"Oh nonsense. Go change into your swim trunks and come on over. It'll be nice to have a real conversation. My wife is always clucking with her friends on the phone. I don't care about new recipes, or the color she wants to paint the walls, or the other stuff she thinks she needs to tell me."
"Alright, I'll be over in a bit." I assured him.
I grabbed some gym shorts from Chase's dresser that would do the trick and went back out into the backyard. I circled around the side and out through Chase's gate, going in Stan's gate a few feet over. Stan was lounging on a pool float and once he saw me he gestured to another one that was empty and waiting. I eased into the deep end, not knowing how cold the water would be and bracing myself just in case. I needn't have worried, as the heat from the day made the water a nice comfortable temperature. I hoisted myself onto the pool lounge and floated around, directed by the pool's water jets. Stan was on the other side of the pool, allowing his own float to be pushed around however the pool decided. We both lazily circled the perimeter, talking about this and that. Our jobs, our cars, his kids, his wife, Chase, the houses...all of it was freely discussed as the night wore on.
"You want a drink?" Stan asked as he pulled himself out of the pool.
"Sure, I'll take a Coke."
"I mean a real drink. I'll put a splash of Jack in there for ya."
Stan went over and started up the spa before heading inside to grab the offered drink. He came back out shortly with the bottle of Jack Daniels, a two liter bottle of Coke, a bucket of ice, and a couple of glasses all on a tray. He set the tray on the wide stone ledge of the spa and climbed into the bubbling water.
"Come on over Brad. I'm not your butler."
I climbed out of the pool and headed over to the spa, starting to climb in. I was half into the water when the temperature change made me slow down. Stan had the heater going as well as the jets, and I gingerly eased myself into the noticeably hotter water. Once I finally got settled, Stan handed over my drink. He had already finished half of his by the time I had settled onto the seat. I took a gulp and immediately my throat burned. Had he even bothered with the Coke? It was unexpectedly strong, and it took a minute for me to stop sputtering.
"Good?" he asked.
"Smooth." I choked as I gave him a thumbs up.
We continued talking as we lounged in the spa about this and that and life in general. When my glass was near empty, he filled it without hesitation. These weren't short bar glasses, these were regular drinking glasses. The Jack bottle seemed to be emptying more quickly than the Coke. Shouldn't it have been the other way around?
"So I was wondering if you would suck my cock." Stan said abruptly during a conversational lull.
I nearly spit out my drink, but managed to swallow it down, coughing after I did. Stan was just watching me as I tried to breathe. He calmly sipped his drink as I recovered.
"I'm not sure I heard you right." I said, stalling for time.
"I'm pretty sure you heard me. Did you think I didn't know what goes on over there? I was in my pool some weeks ago just before Chase's last girlfriend stopped showing up over there. Besides, Chase and I talk as well. He doesn't keep his life a big secret. In fact, he's helped me out a few times himself."
I almost missed what he was saying. If I heard him correctly, the night I caused Chase's breakup with Chrissy out on Chase's backyard picnic table, apparently Stan could hear us. I knew I wasn't exactly quiet. I wanted Chrissy to be able to hear me. I didn't think about any of the other neighbors possibly listening. I really should have thought that through a little better. I turned red and was looking at my glass rather than Stan. My peripheral vision was good enough that I could see him watching me.
"Sorry about the noise, Stan. That was really rude of us."
I don't think you were concerned with noise at the time."
"What about your wife? Does Margaret know....what you heard, what you think?" I couldn't make myself confirm anything.
"No. She wasn't out here and I didn't bother mentioning it. Your business is your business. But you didn't answer my question Brad." He leaned forward a little and made sure to speak clearly and deliberately. "So, would you suck my cock for me?"
"But you're married. Wouldn't Margaret get pissed?"
"Yeah, if she found out she would be. But she's in Arizona. Besides, our sex life fizzled out a few years ago. I still love the woman, but she doesn't give it up anymore. Like I said before, Chase has helped me out a few times in the past. What do ya say? Would you help a friend's neighbor out?"
I had been in this situation before, more often than one would expect. While I was contemplating, Stan refilled my glass again. I absently drank it while he waited for me to answer. Stan was a good neighbor and seemed like a good guy from what I could tell, and from everything that Chase had ever mentioned. And here he was, his wife out of town, me lounging in his spa, asking me for a simple favor. Was I that much of a dick to take advantage of his hospitality on numerous previous occasions and yet leave him hanging when he needed something?
"Alright Stan. If Chase has been willing to help you out, then I guess I can too."
Stan didn't look worried when he asked, but he was uncertain of what I would decide. I could see he was pleased with my answer. He raised up from the water and sat on the wide ledge that ran around most of the spa. I remained in the water, but moved between his legs as his knees spread apart in invitation. I hooked my fingers in both sides of his trunks and start pulling them downward. Stan partly stood up for me to get the fabric out of the way, and then sat back down to get comfortable in his chosen position. I threw his sodden trucks over near the doors going into the house. He watched as I moved forward, taking his half hard meat in my hand. I glided my fingers up and down, feeling him grow to his full glory. His now hard cock looked large and angry. It demanded attention, and I was now willing to oblige. I lowered myself down until I hovered just above the thick mushroom head. Stan was leaning back, giving me all the room I needed so I could do as I agreed while he watched my every move.
My tongue slipped out and ran up the underside of his engorged offering. As I made contact, I heard a slight gasp from my host. He seemed beyond ready, as if he hadn't gotten off in a really long time. I opened up and slipped the head entirely into my mouth, my lips wrapping tightly around him. I exaggerated each movement, wanting it to last for as long as possible. I knew at that moment I could make him orgasm in record time, but neither of us wanted it that way. He didn't grab my head and try to control the action. He didn't encourage me to pick up the pace. He didn't say anything as his inches continued to disappear between my lips. He moaned, he groaned, and he gasped, but he didn't say a word. His cock seemed to go on forever. I would swallow an inch and back off half again. Each advance brought me closer to where his legs met, and he seemed eager for me to arrive, but he was not trying to get me to hurry. I enjoyed teasing him. I would get halfway down his rod, only to relinquish all the ground I had gained and start all over again. After several times doing this, I heard him groan in frustration. He enjoyed the attention, but his body was screaming for release. I understood the feeling, but I wanted him to get what he wanted, not just what he would settle for. My mouth pulled completely away from him and I sank a little deeper into the spa.
"What do you want Stan?" I asked.
He looked at me questioningly. "I want you to suck me off."
"You want to cum, we both know that. Do you want to cum in my mouth Stan? If that's what you really want, I won't stop until you do. If you want something else, tell me now."
I suddenly wondered how many drinks I had downed. This was not how I usually was. I sounded like a wanton slut. I was literally asking for it. Apparently alcohol kicked my sex drive into high gear and not just lowered my inhibitions, but squashed them altogether.
