Mrs. Weston stood smiling at the gate, "I've dropped off your shopping on the mat Mr. Briggs, with your change." She pointed towards the two bags on his doorstep.
"Ahh Mrs. Weston you're an angel, I don't know how I'd cope without you and your family, " he grinned ecstatically to himself, especially your son.
Simon heard the front door close and watched as his Mother waved her goodbyes. He peered through the net curtains as she returned to his home, then groaned into the sofa as Mr. Briggs's hot tongue returned to licking his smooth hole.
As soon as he closed the door all he could think of was that beautiful arse bent up in the air on his sofa, Dropping the bags Mr. Briggs buried his bristled face between those soft pale cheeks, his tongue lapping long up his crack. "Between you and your Mum, I'm never going to go hungry."
For the past week, just as Mr. Briggs had expected Simon had been a daily visitor. The nervous straight boy had become a sexualized queer, he couldn't wait to drop to his knees and devour Mr. Briggs's fat cock. Hungrily swallowing his load and licking it clean with a grin on his cum dripped lips.
Days ago he had given the boy his first experience of rimming and quickly judged from the noise emanating out of him, how much he enjoyed it. Now he merely had to order him on the sofa and his jogging pants slipped down exposing that beautiful smooth arse. All the masculine posturing slipped away with each probe of his tongue, the little sissy moans escaping from his lips.
Since his first taste of Mr. Brigg's cock Simon could think of nothing else, he awoke horny and stayed that way till they could meet. Counting down the time to when his parents would settle down to watch the soaps, he would sneak out the back and be tapping on his neighbor's window,
The straight boy running around the street had turned into a cock whore in no time under the tutorage of Mr. Briggs. His submissive side had become abundant quickly, any order obeyed, any spank taken. That round firm arse had taken plenty this last week, the only way it could be improved was reddened.
Mr. Briggs came up for air from that delicious hole and slapped each pink cheek, even he hadn't guessed it would have been this easy for him. He had an inclination that the lad might be seduced but not for him to crumble to his much older neighbor so completely.
His head swam from the hot tongue teasing his tight hole, no sex education lesson had prepared him for the amazing feeling this gave him. Simon's body trembled from the old man's domination and he whimpered aloud from the hard smacks he administered but it only made him crave more.
Coming up for air from the boy's sweet hole Mr. Briggs reached over for the container of lube. Squeezing the tube and he released the liquid down the boys crack, slipping it in the hungry hole with his fingers.
The boy pushed his ass back for the missing tongue and then wriggled at the touch of the cool lube dripping on his hole. Simon groaned through his bitten lip as the old man slid his finger deep into his tightness.
