Easy Money

"Thanks again, Jake, the yard looks great." Mr. Foster, my parents' next door neighbor, smiled and handed me the two crisp twenty dollar bills.

"Thank you, sir." I smiled back politely as I tucked the money into my wallet.

"You don't have to 'sir' me Jake, you're an adult now, you can call me Greg if you like." He laughed and shook his head. "It's pretty evident your parents raised you to be polite." He looked at his watch and then back at me. "It's still pretty early, want to come inside for a drink and a chance to cool off?" I nodded and he led me through the garage and down the stairs to the finished basement.

It was quite the set up, a giant tv filled one wall and another wall had a well stocked bar. Clearly he had put a lot of love and devotion into his own personal hideaway. He motioned for me to sit down and I took a seat on the couch facing the television.

"Want a beer, Jake?" Mr. Foster smiled and pointed towards the mini fridge in the corner.

"Mr. Foster, I am not old enough to drink."

"Come on, son," He laughed and I felt a small, nervous smile form on my face. "You're mom was telling me you pledged that frat this year, so don't tell me you haven't been drinking."

"Well..." I trailed off.

"I know how college is Jake," Another soft laugh, as he opened the fridge and grabbed out two cans of cold domestic. "Or at least I remember how it was when I went." He handed me the beer and I opened it and took a drink.

"Going to use the money to take a pretty girl out this weekend?" He sat down next to me, our knees practically touching. "I'm sure a young man like you can get a date pretty easily."

"No." I felt myself blush and I shook my head. "I haven't had a date since being back home."

"Damn, son." He laughed. "Bet that hand get pretty tired. I know when I was a kid I was cranking it at least three times a day."

I don't know if it was the beer or what but I was feeling free enough to talk about my non-existent sex life. "Me too. I have to jerk off at least twice a day." He laughed and I felt my whole face go flush. "But you know my parents don't really like for me to go out." He nodded and I finished my beer in three big gulps.

"You want me to suck it for you?" The question hung there between us. "I mean no pressure, bud, but if you aren't getting head anywhere else I don't mind helping out. I know how it was to be nineteen and horny all the time." He chuckled and took a sip of his beer. "I would have fucked anything at that age just to shoot my load."

"I mean..." I muttered the words but I didn't know what to say. I mean I was constantly horny, and I had definitely stumbled onto my share of gay porn sites before. Yet being confronted by a real life man offering to suck my dick left me speechless.

"We don't have to do anything, Jake." He smiled and I actually felt reassured. "It's just an offer."

"I mean if you really wanted to, I just have never done anything with a guy."

"It's okay, what if I turned on some porn?" He asked nervously. I nodded and he fiddled with a remote for a moment before the big screen was filled with the sight of massive tits. "Why don't you get undressed and a little more comfortable, and we can go from there?"

I'm not ashamed of my body, but it isn't exactly sexy. I'm not too tall and I'm definitely pudgy on a good day. Looking at his body, even in cargo shorts and a polo shirt I could tell he was in incredible shape for a man pushing forty. I took off my shirt in front of him and laid it on the couch. He took this as permission to start undressing himself, and I was impressed to see that besides a small beer belly he was in great shape. His own dick was already hard and surprisingly big, probably close to eight inches but I didn't have a ruler handy to confirm. But standing there in the nude with his subtly greying hair he was the definition of a fox.

I pulled down my shorts and underwear, I was afraid he'd see my dick wasn't huge and change his mind. When I get hard it is almost six inches long, but soft I am more balls than cock. But looking at his face as I stood there naked in front of him I just saw admiration. I immediately smelled the sweat I had managed to work up while working in the yard. "You sure you don't want me to shower?" I asked, feeling suddenly shy.

"It's okay," Mr. Foster smiled. "A real man works up a sweat, go ahead and sit down if you want." I sat on the couch and looked at the porn playing on the big screen behind Mr. Foster. I might have felt shy, but watching the video of the blonde pornstar swallowing a massive cock definitely woke up my own prick.

"Look at those balls," He murmured. "Nice and big, I bet they are so full of cum." Still fully clothed he stepped in front of me and dropped to his knees almost like a man in a trance.

He reached out and gently touched my balls, rubbing them gently between his fingers. My dick twitched and I literally felt it growing harder at his touch. I didn't bother looking down, just focused on the TV, but I couldn't hold in my moan when put his mouth on my balls. Warmth and wetness was all I felt, and it felt utterly amazing. He was sucking gently on my left nut when he reached out and touched my shaft. Slowly stroking my dick his mouth never stopped sucking on my balls.

"Fuck..." I sighed the words, almost against my will. He took his mouth off of one ball and immediately engulfed the other one, giving it the same loving treatment.

I couldn't help but whimper again as his mouth enveloped my rapidly hardening cock. A girlfriend, well really more of a fuck buddy, back at college had given me a few blowjobs, but they were often quick, drunken messes. But this man knew how to take care of a dick, he was slow and deliberate with his movements. He was taking his time, seemingly savoring the taste of my sweety cock and balls.

I laid back and closed my eyes. The soft moaning from the porn filled my ears but all I could focus on was the pleasure that came from my neighbor's mouth on the shaft of my dick. Instinctively I found myself slowly bucking my hips in a slow, methodical manner. Every second of this felt amazing, a pleasure that I had never truly experienced before. I was rock hard, achingly hard in his mouth as he took it all the way down to the base without gagging. Over and over again he took the length of my cock as I slowly humped his mouth.

He must have felt that I was getting closer to cumming because with no warning he took his mouth off of my cock and went back to working on my balls. The gentle tugging of his mouth on my balls sent me to the edge. "Fuck, I think I'm going to cum." I panted the words. He moved his mouth back to the head of my cock and pulled the shaft into his mouth with a soft slurping sound. The warm, wetness of his mouth felt amazing and the pressure in my balls had reached an unbearable apex.

I gripped the couch as I felt the heat of orgasmic release overtake my entire body. "Oh christ, oh fuck..." The words rushed out of my throat, mixed with a deep groan from somewhere inside of me. The first spasm was a relief, I felt my balls literally twitch as they emptied themselves in my neighbors mouth. Three more intense spasms followed in rapid succession and I felt every inch of my body relax.

Mr. Foster continued to gently suck my softening penis and I couldn't control the shuddering of my body. The sensation was almost unbearable, his gentle sucking on my post orgasm dick was sending shivers throughout my whole body. Perhaps he imagined that he could get me hard again, and perhaps in a few moments he would have been able to if it wasn't for the rustling from the main entrance.

"My wife's home," He didn't seem overly concerned, but he was still fast to his feet and his clothes were on before I even realized. "Why don't you get dressed and come on upstairs." He was out of the basement before I could formulate words to speak and I sat there for a moment trying to make sense of what just happened. I pulled on my shorts and found my t-shirt before following him up the stairs in a post orgasm daze.

I heard the indistinct conversation between the Fosters as I made my way up the stairs. The mundane way he and his wife talked about dinner plans made me suspect I wasn't the first guy he had sucked off in his basement, and that idea gave my dick a small twitch of life. I walked sheepishly into the kitchen and waved shyly at Mrs. Foster.

"Thanks for the yard work, Jake." Mrs. Foster smiled at me. "It really looks amazing and I know that Greg appreciates it." She patted her husband's shoulder. "Have you paid him yet, honey?"

"Oh I hadn't got around to it yet, honey." He smiled at his wife and then turned and winked at me. "Here you go, buddy." He said handing me the single bill which I quickly stuffed into my wallet without even looking.

"Thank you, Mr. Foster." I smiled and turned to walk out the door.

"Oh Jake, if you feel up to it I have a list of things that I'd love to get done this summer, so feel free to come by anytime." He gave me a smile, a wink,and I swear he licked his lips.

"Of course." I smiled as I walked out of their house, feeling both amazing and amazingly awkward.

Inside my wallet next to the two twenties that Mr. Foster had paid me for the yard work was a crisp one hundred dollar bill. I smiled, I mean I couldn't help but be happy with an extra hundred dollars. Putting my wallet into my back pocket, I really came to believe that there was such a thing as easy money.