I am in my late thirties and live in a high-rise condo near the Delaware River in Philadelphia. I lost my wife to cancer a couple of years ago after a 12-year marriage. We had no children. I have lived in this place for about 2 years and recently noticed a new couple moved into the unit next to mine a week or so ago. The fellow looked to be in his early twenties and the gal didn't look any more than in her late teens. Nice looking guy but very quiet. He barely grunted when I said hello in one of our joint elevator rides on our way to the lobby in the morning.
A few weeks ago I answered a knock at my door and there he was with a puzzled look on his face.
"Hi, I'm Bob and have just moved in next door and am having some problems with the trash compactor. I was wondering if you have the same model and could give me some idea of how the damn thing works."
"Hello Bob, I'm Jim. Come on in and I'll take a look."
He followed me and it turned out we had identical units. I imagine the builder put the same brands of everything throughout the whole building.
I showed him how it worked and then asked, " I just brewed a pot of coffee would you like a cup?"
He said he would love one and took a seat at the kitchen table. We chatted about a ton of things and he told me his parents had died and left him and his sister a good bit of money, at least enough to buy the condo and pay for their education. It was his sister I had seen going into their place a few days earlier. A great looking chick. It turned out she was studying nursing at one of the local teaching hospitals and he was just starting his college education at the University of Pennsylvania.
We had been talking for a few minutes when he stammered, "I notice you are a big hit with the ladies since I have seen quite a few in and out of your place."
"Yes, I have been pretty lucky in that regard."
I dropped that bit of conversation and showed him the new flat screen TV I just had installed, inviting he and his sister over to watch a big hockey game scheduled for tonight. He jumped at the chance saying he lived for hockey but his sister had a night class and wouldn't be able to join us.
He was once again knocking at my front door shortly after dinner. The game wouldn't be on for another hour, so we started to watch the pre-game show.
He finally loosened up a little and I asked, "Hey, have you seen any good porn flicks lately?"
He mumbled something I took to be a negative.
"Hold on, I just picked up a couple of new ones and haven't even opened them yet."
With that I stuck a disk in the player and there was a guy and gal going at it.
The flick was pretty good and within a short time they had another guy as company. It wasn't long before they had a hot and heavy threesome going. The new guy at the party was doing a great deep throat on the first guy while he was busy eating out the gal. The guy could really suck cock.
The gal had lovely tits and a tight small ass and it wasn't long before I was getting aroused. I squirmed around in my recliner trying to get my cock in a comfortable position. It was getting hard and my cutoffs were cutting into me with every inch it grew. I couldn't help notice Bob didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off my crotch and I thought I would test him out...
"Bob, this pic is as hot as a two dollar pistol. I am going to have to let my cock out for some air, it is getting way too crowded in my shorts."
I was soon unzipping and letting my cock out to stand at attention with my hand lightly stroking my shaft while letting my fingers slide up to run over the pulsing head.
When I looked over at him he looked to be all flustered. His face was red and he was sweating with his eyes glued to my cock.
Now I don't have the largest dick in the world but it is a solid seven inches and not too thick but has served me well every time I let it out!
He said, "Jim, have you always had such a large cock?"
"Bob, it's not that large and stopped growing in my early teens."
"God, I wish mine was that big," he mumbled.
I started getting the feeling if I played my cards right I would soon be getting the same kind of blow job as the guy in the porn flick. My hand lightly stroked my growing cock and it wasn't long before there was a bit of pre cum showing. I commented on it and Bob looked even closer at my dick. He was mesmerized.
He was breathing a lot harder than he had been a short time before and finally said something about he could see why there were so many gals leaving my apartment in many mornings.
I started to stroke a little harder and faster and finally stood up and moved in front of him and asked, "Bob, how about giving me a helping hand?"
He hesitantly reached up and lightly touched the shaft of my cock.
"Bob, let's retire to the bedroom and you will have more room to move your hand." I suggested.
As soon as we were near the bed I kicked off my cutoffs and told him to strip because when I popped my cork there wasn't any way to tell just how far and where I would shoot. He did and his four-inch hard dick shot out of his shorts. It didn't look any bigger than one of a young kid. It was easy to see how he wanted a bigger one.
I took his hand and fell back on the bed pulling him with me. His hand quickly dropped to my cock and he wrapped his fingers around my throbbing shaft. The head of my cock was a purplish red and now there was a good bit of pre cum seeping out of my cock slit. He was soon jerking me off with the one hand while the fingers on his other hand were holding on to his own dick. It wasn't big enough for him to get a handful so he had to just hold it with a few fingers and stroke himself carefully.
