Fit, hung, 18 Archie introduces Mike to his dad.
So now that Archie was leaving me alone I settled into a routine with Carl. He went off to college by day while I went to work. We texted all day; rude, flirty texts that left little to the imagination. He started to send pics of his fit body on what'sap, and I enthusiastically returned them. Then came the videos, harmless enough at first but gradually they became more and more explicit, until they were completely pornographic! What else could this stud think to do in the toilet cubicle? Or in his car?
I couldn't pretend I wasn't turned on by them and we spent many a horny evening looking through them and "embellishing" Carl's efforts. Every time my phone pulsed in my pocket it gave me an erection, and not just a semi either! I was often at painful full mast as I tried to disguise the throbbing meat in my jeans.
But like all good things it had to end and when Carl moved away to start his first job I returned to lusting over the fence at Archie. He had given me a wide berth all the time Carl was on the scene and I wasn't too keen to pick up with him again. I needed someone more my own age. Mature, reliable, but just as horny.
Archie's mum was fit and toned and clearly interested. She'd hang over the fence to chat in a skimpy top or bikini, leaving little to the imagination. Unfortunately it did nothing for my cock and though she flirted and pouted it was only when her son, Archie, appeared in the garden that my prick took interest and started to swell.
I hadn't forgotten those late night meetings when he'd crept into my house and upstairs and I would wake up to find him on my bed rubbing my naked cock.
"Hi Archie," I always said as I watched him sunning himself in the garden. "What you up to?"
I rarely got an answer though, sometimes a grunt or a sneer.
Oh well, that supply of cock seemed to have dried up. Where else could I look?
The answer came one late summer afternoon when I stepped outside in the blasting heat to see a "new" neighbour stretched out on the sun lounger next door.
He was facing my garden, looking into the sun and I thought I caught a flicker behind those dark aviator shades.
As if to reaffirm an interest he stretched his legs wide and mannishly scratched at his crotch.
"Hi" I called over.
"A good time to be getting some sun. Not too hot now."
He raised his hand in recognition and placed it on his upper thigh. Well he certainly had my interest and I wondered how to capture his. I decided to strip off and show him the goods, see what happened then and play it by ear
"Hope you don't mind, I nearly get naked when I sunbathe," and with that I stepped out of my shorts leaving only a tiny red thong struggling to contain my junk. I slapped my tight arse a few times for emphasis and stretched out on the sun bed on my front. My broad back was browning nicely from gentle exposure to the sun's rays and my bum just had a narrow white stripe where the thong separated my hard, muscular cheeks. I knew I looked good and just wriggled a bit to keep the interest alive. Well if he didn't take this bait he certainly wasn't the man for me!
He smiled and I noticed the shades were raised a little with one hand while the other stroked languidly down his firm chest, over those hairy pecs and grabbed at the bulge in his silky white shorts.
Mm, so I think I finally had his attention. I wriggled some more, getting my hardening cock comfortable in my thong. My bum was off the sun bed and my legs were splayed each side. I must have looked as if I was humping the lounger. Fuck, what did I care. I wanted some fun. No, I needed some fun, or I would go mad with lust.
