[Although fiction, all characters contained in this story are 18 years or older.]
Years ago, I lived in a small neighborhood in Iowa. One evening my neighbor from across the street came over to introduce himself. His name was Frank. During our conversation of housing costs and rude neighbors he asked me if I lived alone at which time, I told him I was gay. He did not seem offended or disturbed by my confession, but simply nodded his head in agreement.
As the months went by Frank often came over to talk while I worked in my garage or in the backyard. One day while his wife was at work, he came over to chat with me while I refinished a bookshelf. While I worked, we made small talk about other neighbors and his job.
Frank was in his late fifties, about six feet tall. Not thin, but with a small gut, and a neatly trimmed beard. What I noticed most about Frank as he walked up the driveway was his huge bulge, and the way his package bounced up and down in the light-colored tan shorts he often wore when he visited me. While we talked, he would cross his legs at his feet as he leaned back against the workbench that lined the back wall of my garage. This forced his cock and balls to push forward and up, stretching the fabric of his shorts to form a huge bulge which perfectly outlined his cock and balls. I could easily make out his thick, long cock, and equally proportion sized cock head as it arched over came to rest below the biggest pair of balls I think I have ever seen. I could see the top of his white briefs above the sides his shorts, and I often thought about how much I wanted to be those briefs, and how those pair of white briefs obviously had their work cut out for them having to cradling his impressive man meat that I fantasized had to weigh at least a pound. I know Frank was aware of his ample packaging, and on several occasions, he saw me looking at his crotch and would just smile. I never apologized or quickly looked away...I wanted him to know I was looking.
I often jacked off at night while fantasizing about Frank. In my fantasy I would get on my knees in front of Frank and gently bite the huge bulge in his shorts making it bigger and bigger until it was too painful to keep contained any longer. Slowly Frank would unzip his zipper and his cock would force itself out flopping against my face. I would slowly lick the shaft as it lay across his hip gently tugging and biting his thick hot cock until I reached the base where his apple sized balls where half-in and half-out of his shorts. I would take both out and gently put one in my mouth, savoring Frank's taste. Then the other, now having both of his huge balls in my mouth, Frank starts to caress the back of my head letting out a quiet moan. I gently let both of his balls fall from my mouth and continue my journey up his mammoth meat. Once I reach the head, I lick the slit and savor Frank's hot, sticky, sweet pre-cum. Gently I draw Frank's beautiful cockhead into my mouth, and then an inch of his shaft bathing both in hot spit. Soon another inch, sucking hard and sliding my tongue along the head of his cock. Another inch, then two more, then three more, and finally I have Frank's entire meat down my throat. I do not stop, I don't pull up, and I hold him in my throat and gently massage his cock with my rough tongue.
