Snowdrifts and the still of an orange tinted night append a solemn mood. Pick any random corner in his neighborhood and you can find one of the most beautiful houses in the world. In the summer, trees act like canopies above the streets, children play in yards watched over by two mommies or two daddies, and literally hundreds of bunnies live amongst the suburbanites. Skyler sits still in the window where he usually eats breakfast at the front of the house. The sensation of cold air tickles the hair on his balls while his cock is stiffening. The days ahead of him are as hazy as frosted glass.
He has only one evening left before he finishes packing it all up and moves to the ghetto. He finds an affordable studio apartment on the West Side and signs the lease seeing no other choice. The children curse and ride their bikes on the sidewalk, no rabbits, the canopies are burned out by the sun, and gay couples, well what are those? A winter move is difficult, but he arranges for it and pays with some of the savings he has left.
Initially, Skyler had moved to the Avenue reluctantly but fell in love with it. The neighborhood he found was very gay friendly with a couple of neighborhood bars where he could get lucky if nothing was happening online. The second floor apartment is, well was, the best place he'd ever had. The first guy he fucked in the new bed had shown up in a mini van and seemed surprised that Skyler lived in the house. He knew what the implications were but ignored them and explained that he only rented the second floor. It was impressive enough to get a guy wet, especially one who longed for that type of freedom.
Skyler walked slowly up the stairs positioning himself behind "what was his name," he thought "and how many children did the guy have?" The memory of the whom had lapsed but the what, still remained. The details and lines of the face have faded with time. "Did he have a tattoo? Does it matter?" Sky had walked up the stairs undressing his prize one step at a time. The guy who lived below was generally away on business so he could have fucked in the hallway if he'd wanted. He'd fucked an inebriated club kid on the steps once. The smell lingered in the carpet for an entire day and he'd hurt his back.
The guy he remembered most was slightly taller than he preferred and hairy. Skyler remembered the burn he'd felt from those hairs when he came face to face with his meal and every one of them seemed to stand on end when the guy shot. He had that tall well-defined skinny boy look, his ass eagerly took on the challenge of Sky's lineage and welcomed the intrusion. "Oh thank you. Thank you sir" came the murmur. Skyler's prick was at full staff when it burrowed deep into its victim. The blowjob had been phenomenal.
If only he could have held his breath for five minutes straight...
Skyler worked to stir the seed from his loin. To do what needed to be done. He felt his cock slide forward then angle down the back past the uvula and into a constricted airway that felt as though he were fucking anally without a condom. He closed his eyes and fantasized he was doing it raw. He held the muscle to prevent himself from shooting in the hopes that it would finish faster. His load started to seep out. Precum lubed his shaft and the mouth that tasted shaft. He tried harder to hold it back, it lagged. He thrusted faster and harder, holding his cock in place to enjoy the sensation of the newly found flesh.
