Older Gay Neighbor

I recently relocated to another state after college. It's a small town and while I'm not anti-social, I don't make friends easily. When I was moving in I had met one of my neighbors who was an easygoing guy in his seventies. Doug worked at a nearby convenience store as a night clerk and was usually home during the day.

One day while I was mowing my lawn, Doug popped his head over the fence and chatted with me about how I was doing and if I needed anything. I said I was good and thanked him and went back to mowing. When I did yard work I usually wore some nylon shorts and an old t-shirt. I liked the feeling of the nylon fabric on my balls and cock and usually was at least semi-hard. I didn't consider myself to be gay but had experimented in my early twenties.

As I was finishing up, Doug came over and said, "your yard looks great" and handed me a cold beer. I thanked him and I could see his eyes travel down to my shorts. I felt my cock waking up and was tempted to give Doug a nice show. I bent over in front of him so I could clean the mower and remove the bag, taking a bit longer than I needed to. By now my bulge was very noticeable. As I straightened up and wheeled the mower to my garage, Doug followed me and asked me about work and enjoying my new place. Soon, Doug was asking some probing questions and I knew he was interested. He was standing very close to me and I extended my hand to his shoulder and held it while I told him how I felt lost after high school and experimented a bit. Even though he was wearing jeans, I could see the outline of his cock getting bigger and wondered what it looked like. He noticed my gaze and lowered his bottle to his crotch and I imagined he was trying to get it to behave. Doug's phone buzzed and he said we'd have to continue this conversation later and left.

I was kind of bummed but very horny and found myself standing in my backyard stroking my hard cock. Between the trees and fence, I felt pretty safe that I wouldn't be seen and just needed to edge a bit. I imagined Doug feeling my cock through my shorts and plunging his hand inside them to grab my dick. I always had a "thing" for older men and preferred their company anyway.

A sound woke me from my erotic thoughts and I could see someone standing near the fence in Doug's yard. As I peered closer through the fence gap, I could see Doug watching me and smiling. I pulled my shorts down to my knees and resumed stroking myself, raising my left hand to hold the top of the fence to steady myself. Doug reached up and did the same, holding my hand and telling me how horny he was. Soon, we were in a nice slow rhythm, with either one of us grunting or moaning quietly. Doug's pace quickened and I leaned into see his shiny cock head moving in his hand and spurts of white, thick cum spurting out. He had a nice thick cut cock a bit smaller than mine. Seeing Doug cumming like that, drove me over the edge and I soon shot my load on the fence. We both continued to stand there, our hands touching on top of the fence and breathing heavily.

After telling me how much he enjoyed that, Doug told me he hoped we could continue this soon and I said I would enjoy that. I stripped my shorts off and walked to my backdoor, my cock bobbing up and down. I started the shower and stepping in, started stroking myself again imagining how much I was going to have with my new found friend.