The following story is about the first time with my older neighbor.
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My name's Matt. This story takes place in 2006, the summer before I went off to college. I was an 18 year old boy, enjoying my last summer home. One day in June, my parents had decided to take day trip to the beach for some shopping. This was great news for me -- it meant freedom for the day. I enjoyed smoking weed back then, so I was able to hit the pipe all day, so long as I had ample time to clear out the smell. It was around midday that Saturday, and I had just finished smoking and decided I'd go outside, turn some tunes on and wash my truck. Being midsummer, I thought I could work on my tan so when I head off to school I'd have a nice tan for the women. God I love women. So shirtless I went out, all 145 lbs of me, wearing only mesh shorts. I had been going for about 20 minutes when I heard a voice from behind me. Turning around, I saw a face I had seen hundreds of times growing up.
My neighbor, Mr. Stanton. He was a divorcee with a son a few years older than me. If I had to guess, he was probably around 45 years old. His beard and hair had started showing a hint of grey in recent years. He had lived beside me ever since I could remember. I guess he must have been a hit with the ladies, because I was always seeing ladies coming and going from his house. The window to my bedroom faced his house so I could hear him and his guess coming in late at night on the weekends.
"Hey Matty", Mr. Stanton says. "Giving the ride a bath huh?"
"Yes sir Mr. Stanton" I reply.
We make small talk for a few minutes. I continue to wash the truck talking back. I was a small boy, standing 5'7. So when I get to the roof of the truck I have to get on my tip toes or a bucket to make sure it gets clean. With my bucket not near me, I struggle to reach the middle of the roof. Seeing my struggling, Mr. Stanton gets up. "Let me help you with that". He was a much larger man, being around 6'2 and an athletic build of 205 lbs.
Before I can say anything he is right behind me taking the sponge. It's kind of a weird position we are in. I'm somewhat pinned between him and my truck. As he leans forward to get the center of the roof, he puts a little pressure against the back of my body, and that's the first time I felt it. Right away, I knew what it was pressing up against my right cheek. It felt big, bigger than mine. I wasn't the only one wearing thin shorts that day, so I was able to feel it slide back and forth as he worked the roof of the truck.
At first I was somewhat confused, never having experienced anything like this before. I had always liked women, and they me. But something about feeling Mr. Stanton's dick up against me struck some sort of curiosity switch in my brain. As he reached for the far end, he put his hand on the small of my back to get better leverage. When I saw him make his final reach for the far side of the roof, I "discretely" pushed my body back into the crouch at the same time as he was pushing forward, pushing his dick up against me in a less discrete manor.
Mr. Stanton backed away and handed me the sponge, smiling and said "there ya go Matt."
Grinning back, I mustered out a thank you.
"I saw your parents head out this morning. Another shopping trip at the beach today?" Mr. Stanton asked me.
"Yes sir. Said they'd be gone until tonight at least."
"Your parents, I tell ya." He replied. "well, if there is anything else you need help with, give me a shout" he says as he begins to talk back home.
Without even thinking, I said "Well, I'm trying to move the TV from the living room out of the cabinet. It's kinda big so an extra person would help. Could you give me a hand with that real quick?"
What was I doing?! Did I really just invite Mr. Stanton, the man who just not-so-discretely rubbed his dick up against my butt into my house?
"Absolutely" he smiles back at me.
Nervous, and practically shaking, I lead him into my parent's house, locking the door behind him..
As we walk back to the living room, I suddenly remember. Crap -- I moved the TV yesterday when my buddy Mark was over. We get back to the room, and there it is, on the floor. As I walk up to, I stumble over my words, not knowing what to do next.
"Uh.. whoops. Sorry, uh Mr. Stanton. I forgot I had moved it yesterday."
I turn around, and am stunned to see Mr. Stanton blocking the doorway, rubbing his hand over the outline of his dick through his thin shorts. Shocked, I stare for a few moments too long. But it was too much -- I was unable to look away. I could see it growing bigger as he continued to rub the outline. But I knew it wasn't fully hard because of how he flopped it -- which surprised me because it was already the length of mine and maybe thicker. Myself, I am a solid 6" so I was surprised to see how big his was getting.
"Uh, Mr. Stanton. What are you doing??.."
"Don't worry Matt. I know why you really invited me in. Don't think I didn't purposely rub my cock against your soft ass. And you know I felt you push back on me. Just admit it."
Unsure of what to do, I denied "Whoa Mr. Stanton. I don't know what the heck you're talking about"
"Oh is that so Matt. Hm. I know that smell" he says as he takes a whiff of the air. "That smells a lot like weed. I bet your parents don't know about this do they. And what a shame it would be if they found out."
"Mr. Stanton, come on. You wouldn't tell them would you."
"Oh yeah Matt. And more, I'd tell them about the drug dealers you have over here when they are gone on their trips."
"That's BS Mr. Stanton. And you know that!"
"who are they going to believe Matt? You, the child, or me, the adult neighbor and best friend of your fathers?"
"Mr. Stanton, please come on."
"Well Matt, looks like you're going to have to do as I say. Get over here, and get down on your knees."