My neighbor loved when I called him daddy. He wasn't my daddy at all. He wasn't ever related to me. If his kids found out we would both be in big trouble. If my Mom found out I was fooling around with Mr. Davies and calling him Daddy, she probably wouldn't let me out of the house again. If she found out he was fooling around with her son, she would probably kill him.
It wasn't just about sex with him. I knew how much he really loved me. I pretended to be into girls and he pretended he was straight. His wife left him ten years ago, and he hadn't been with anyone since. Well, that isn't completely true.
Sometimes at night I would close my eyes, and imagine his big manly arms wrapped tight around my tight teenage body. I would pretend I was on top of his hairy chest, slowly having him finish inside of me. I knew how much he would enjoy that. I missed him so much every night. He was so close, but so forbidden.
We usually fooled around when his kids were in school. It was always such a rush, knowing someone could catch us any moment. We usually fooled around on his couch in the basement. We knew we needed to be quick. I loved the way he grunted when he would shoot all over my face smooth pink lips while I toyed with his hard nipples.
He didn't seem to like kissing all that much. I wish he would kiss me more, or at least use some tongue instead of just peck me on the lips. I pretending to be into girls, but really I was into beefy and hairy men. He was the type of guy that would instantly make me hard.
In the summer I would help him do a bit of garden work. I would always wear a white tank top and short shorts. I did my best to show him my somewhat masculine body. Of course, he pretended not to stare at me. I knew he couldn't take his eyes off of me. I never wore underwear when I would work in his garden. I knew he was staring at me under those tinted glasses. I knew he was checking my tight ass out when nobody was paying attention.
He always wore the same thing when we would garden. He wore green cargo shorts and an oversized red T-shirt. He always paid me well when were done the work. He knew I was heading off to college in September and needed the money.
After a few hours of helping him with his yard work, we would sit down and grab a beer. We sit at the side of his house in one of his lawn chairs. Those old metal ones that always burnt your skin. Of course we both wanted to fool around, but there were always people around watching us.
After a few cold ones, he would shake my hand and thank me. He would always pay me way too much. I head across his yard knowing that he was peeking out at me under those shades. I slowly took my dirty mud-covered clothes off and headed into the shower.
I would stroke myself up and down just thinking about him. I wonder if he knew I was peeking out of the small bathroom mirror at him asleep in his chair. I bet he was hard from staring at my tight ass all day. I can't believe just thinking about this old beefy dad would take me to completion.
I couldn't believe my mom didn't trust me staying home alone for the weekend. I was eighteen, and worked two jobs. I was heading off to college on my own. She wasn't sure what to do. We didn't have too many options. My eyes lit up when she asked me what I thought about staying with Mr. Davies. I couldn't wait to be naked with him. If only she knew what was about to happen.
We argued back and forth. I pretended that she was treating me like a child, and I should be allowed to stay home by myself. I went up to the washroom and peeked out the window. There he was sunning in his chair. The cold six-pack next to him looked so inviting. My mom smiled as I went outside to talk with him, she loved being right. She had no idea that I was barely able to walk because I was so hard.
He glanced down at me as I adjusted my little black shorts, doing my best to hide my raging hard on. His eyes grew wider as he stared down at me, gulping down his cold beer. I wanted him so bad. The next week was going to be torture. I barely had to ask him, I knew he was hard under those cargoes.
Finally, it was Friday night. My mom made sure I packed a small backpack with a change of clothes. I couldn't believe she still treated me like a child. I almost wanted to tell her I was going to be making sweet love with neighbor she trusted so much. I wanted to tell he was going to fuck me. Yes, your son you don't trust is getting slammed by the neighbor. You know, that neighbor, the one who you go to church with.
I knew not to ring the bell. He was pretty strict about getting his kids to bed by eight. He slowly led me down to basement were he prepared a bed for me. I was starting to get a bit sad, thinking he would leave me alone. I really wanted to make love to him. He sat down on the bed and kissed me softly on the lips. I was surprised he always pushed me away when we kissed.
"Get naked for daddy, I'm just going to check on the kids," I quickly took my clothes off under the blanket while I waited for him to come back. I wasn't long before he came back to the basement. He was wearing a long bathrobe. He quickly threw it on the floor and got under the blanket to join me. He was completely naked under the bathrobe. I was already hard as rock when he started gently stroking me up and down. I kissed him on the lips again. I couldn't believe he was kissing me so much, and so passionately. I thought he hated kissing me. He always pushed away when I tried to kiss him.
I wanted to taste him so badly. I got up and slowly put him in my mouth. He kept getting harder and harder in my mouth. I loved making my daddy happy. I stroked him up and down while slapping my tongue against him. He wasn't massive, but he certainly was thick. He pushed my curly blonde hair hard against his cock. I was surprised I was able to fit the whole thing in my hungry mouth.
