Mr. Steve Kazan is my next door neighbor. I am the same age as his son and we always spend time together. We play video games, soccer, going to the movies or lying by the pool at his back yard. But the best part of spending my time with Rick most of the times is to be able to spend it at his house and to meet his father Mr. Steve Kazan. Mr. Kazan is about 45 years old but very fit tough guy. He looks younger than his age. During his younger age at high school times, he played football and active in sports and I am sure he was the object of everybody's fantasy at the school. Girls and faggots alike. I would have been the same too I supposed. But I am much prefer to be where I am now. I get to see him up close and personal at his matured stage of life much like an aged wine that taste so much better with time.
One Saturday afternoon, I promise Rick, Mr. Kazan's son that I would go and spend some time at his pool. I went there at 11.00 am in the morning and walked through his back yard's gate to get to the pool. I knocked on the kitchen door calling for Rick but nobody answered. So I guess Rick must be upstairs in a toilet or listening to his iPod as usual. So while waiting for him to get downstairs I took off my clothes and wear my white swimming shorts. It's kind of tight and this was the only clean swimming shorts that i have available. I don't really like this short actually because it becomes transparent when its wet and really tight at the same time. But I wore it anyway because I knew that would be spending time swimming and soaking myself in the pool the whole time anyway. So what the heck, my white shorts it is then!
As soon as I took off my clothes and end up in my white hot shorts, Mr. Kazan suddenly opened the kitchen door. I was shocked as I didn't hear him coming. He was wearing nothing but a pair of yellow boxer shorts with his tool semi hard pointing to the right, standing in the door way looking down at me as I was only about the height of his ears and said; "Rick's not at home. He just left to his Aunt Sharon's house with my wife 30 minutes ago. It was rather last minute and he had no choice but to go help his Aunt Sharon with something. I am afraid only you and me left here." Mr. Kazan looked at me with keen eyes and smiled with full teeth. I smiled back and said, "can I just hang around the pool until he comes back?" Mr. Kazan smiled again and said. . . . ."Absolutely! You can keep me company too!" This time his smile is bigger than before and added "I will join you at the pool then."
I was like, Ohh! Ohh! I felt a little bit uncomfortable in my shorts in front of Mr. Kazan and his last smile was rather suspicious as if he has some evil plan to do on me. But, I just let myself feel comfortable and try not to think for so much. Mr. Kazan went back to his room upstairs and came back down with a white speedo and a red pool towel in his hand. He went straight to the wooden pool chair and covered it with his towel. Then he sat down comfortably while looking at me in the pool and then lied down on his back soaking the sun. As I tried to be a good boy, my curiosity really got to me and I couldn't resist the temptation and subconsciously turned my head to see how he looks like under the sun, in his white tight speedo.
Well, it was kind of working. I got steam came out of me instantly and a hard-on that I could not hide in this swimming short. I quickly turned my head away as Mr. Kazan noticed that I sneaked a peak at him. I stayed down in the water, trying to make myself cold and prune so that my hard-on reduced quickly. I swimmed a few laps and jumped out of the water on the opposite side of the pool from Mr. Kazan and lied down on my face looking away from him. I just didn't want to cause any trouble with Rick if Mr. Kazan complained about my lusted stare. Or worse, called me a faggot! So I started imagining going into a Prada boutique at the Ala Moana Mall and lusting over some tote bags instead. Shopping really works for me to forget what a naked matured and married man can do to my filthy lust.
After for about 45 minutes by the pool side the sun started to sting my back a little. Suddenly, I felt like the sharp sting from the sun was blocked by a moving cloud so I turned my body facing the sky and opened my eyes. I was shocked again as I found Mr. Kazan already stood right next to me looking down at my half baked body in my transparent wet shorts.
"Do you want some Lemonade and a peanut butter sandwich?" He said! I was stucked with no words and couldn't answer him immediately as my attention was distracted by the shadow of his bulging cock inside that tiny white speedo. I quickly thought of another Prada Nylon Tote in green camouflage prints from the latest Fall Winter Collection. But somehow this time even Prada failed to put a sencore and decided to savour this huge shadow of a bulging cock which only 3 feet from my face. Damn Prada!
So I held my breath and said, "OK Mr. Kazan, I would love that cock!" Ohh! Shit! Did I just say that out loud? Bad mouth! Bad mouth! "I mean, I'd love some Lemonade Mr. Kazan. That would be super!" My face was immediately blushed to the reddest red I could ever imagine and I felt like dying at that point. Surprisingly, Mr. Kazan only laughed at what I said and answered " It's ok don't worry! So can you help me with the sandwich then?""I'll make my famous Lemonade that will surely intoxicate you and you can make us some sandwich to cure my hunger." He smiled generously ear to ear! I smiled back with my eyes close to avoid the sun and my embarassment and said to him, "Sure thing! I'll give you a sandwich that you will never forget!"
So I stood up and followed him from behind and the view ohhh was so spectacular. As he was walking towards the kitchen, I can see all the muscles on his butt really worked it up and down and really got me hypnotized. Literally I could not move my eyes away from those muscles and not even Kylie could distract me at this point.
In the kitchen, as he was busy cutting up some lemons and squeezing them into a jar, I was busy paying attention to his muscular arms and his bulging Speedo leaning on top the edge of the kitchen table. Whoaa!!! Is this for real? Free Per-View is it? As I was done making my peanut butter sandwich, I went to the sink and washed my hands. That's when the unexpected happened and surprised me!
Suddenly I felt a really warm skin leaned on my back and two huge muscular arms wrapped around my body, pressing me against the sink. I was stunned and I stopped moving my hands under the running tap. I felt really weaked and my body was trembling. I guess I was not the only one who was looking at him. He was looking at me too actually. I had that evil smirked on my face while my body was sandwiched between Mr. Kazan's warm body and the cold stainless steel sink. Halelujah was the word!
He gently worked his hands all over my chest and stomach and kissed my neck so sweetly. I could hear his heavy manly breathe and his heart beating like a marching band behind me. Mr. Kazan whispered to my ears and said, "I got you inside my kitchen not to play Martha Stewart. I got you here to play with me." "I just cannot help it anymore and I just cannot resist your beautiful brown skin. I just got to have you in my arms this instant." At that moment I realized that Mr. Kazan has been planning this moment for a long time and he was the one who forced Rick to go to Aunt Sharon's house. I was so innocently surprised by him!
I quickly felt a large growing muscle of sausage was poking the cheek of my butt and was becoming hard. I smiled happily and start to move my butt up and down to feel the sensation of Mr. Kazan's huge cock which will be mine soon. He started to get impatient and breathed heavily as he started to kiss me. And then I turned back to face him and saw what a magnificent piece of sausage he has growing inside that tiny speedo. That speedo was getting too small and too tight for his cock and I could see Mr. Kazan's cock already peaked out of it facing towards his belly. Ohhh! My Prada!!! That is so fucking huge!!! Jackpot!!!!!!
He carried me like a little child into his living room and threw me on the sofa. I sat there and pulled his Speedo down slowly to the floor. And I put his hard angry cock over my face and I realized how hard and huge it was. That cock was easily longer than the width of my head. I started to lick and lick and gave that monster the best love i could spare. Mr. Kazan was moaning in pleasure as I tongued his cock in and out of my warm mouth with my drool splash all over his huge hanging balls. Ohhh! What a pleasure!
As my jaw was getting tired and soar, I stopped licking him and asked him to put that monster inside my hot wet ass. I was ready for the final round and I want Mr. Kazan to fuck my lights out so bad. He slipped his hand under the sofa and took out a tube of lube that was already waiting patiently hidden for him.
As my jaw was getting tired and soar, I stopped licking him and asked him to put that monster inside my hot wet ass. I was ready for the final round and I want Mr. Kazan to fuck my lights out so bad. He slipped his hand under the sofa and took out a tube of lube that was already waiting patiently hidden for him.
I asked if he has a condom, he said he wants to pleasure me without it and he could cum a lot faster as we don't have much time before Rick got home. Fine by me! I smiled! He rubbed a generous amount of lube on his cock and slide a few fingers into my ass. Then he held up my two legs against his chest and work his way inside my horny ass hole. He played gently as he didn't want to hurt me. He knew that he has more than an average tool compared to a normal man. And I agree! 8 inches cock is a very well endowed indeed to handle and the girth was 6.5 inches to be exact. I know a man's cock precisely and he's gonna split me open like a little summer squash too.It will hurt a little no matter what but it will be a lot of pleasure thereafter too.
As he worked his way in gently and patiently, I can feel every single piece of his boned meat thrusting inside me in so much pleasure that I could ever imagined. "It's all in darling!" He said with a big smile on his face. "Fuck me, Mr. Kazan. Fuck me good! Make me feel good! I want your hard cock inside!"
As he was fucking me in a slow mode, he gotten more and more excited and fucked me deeper and faster. At the same time I moaned in so much pleasure and at times I admit to screamed a little bit louder than I should. Right before he was cumming, he pulled his 8-incher bone out and cummed all over my chest and face. It was like a hot melted vanilla pudding splashed all over me. Mr. Kazan was all sweaty and fell on top of me, tired and panting. Then he moved to my side and put his manly hands on my dick and started to please me and make me cum. At the same time we were kissing so passionately. It was too good and I cummed in no time. The amount of pleasure that he gave me was so delicious and no Prada tote bag could ever substitute it.
After for almost 45 minutes lying in each other's arms on his sofa, he stood up and went to the kitchen. I could see his cock was still hard and bouncing up and down as he was walking. He brought back a kitchen towel to wipe off his hot cum from my body. Then I put on my white transparent shorts, the star that managed to defeat Mr. Kazan to fall into my little scheme of another sexual fun. We went back into the kitchen together and ate our peanut butter sandwich, his lemonade and talked stories.
Then we went back to the pool and swimmed like nothing happened. About an hour later Rick came back home and saw me in the pool and then joined me. Little did he knows what have I been doing with his father. As soon as Rick went into the pool with me, Mr. Kazan went upstairs and took a little nap to restore his energy from the hot action he had with me in the living room sofa.
I kept my lips sealed and we had several hot sexs a few weeks after that. And Rick was always wondering why I hardly say hi to his dad in front of him. Well, of course I don't want him to know anything. This is our well kept secrets for years to come. Sometimes Mr. Kazan bought me some gifts secretly to show his love and affection for me and there were several occassion that we couldn't meet at his house and so we checked in at a motel in the nearby town.
Mr. Kazan never failed to dissappoint me. It was always such satisfying fucks with him. And I knew I cured his hunger everytime we met too. I never let Prada stood in the way between us anymore. I let myself open and transparent in front of him.
Ohhhh! But then again there's this Nappa Large Cabat Tote from Botegga Venetta that really got me drool like a broken pipe. It cost an arm and a leg or shall I just say $8,000 fucking dollars. I definitely need a sugar daddy to buy me this one. Ohhh! Crap!
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