There was an older man in the neighborhood that always sparked Gabriel's interest. His name was Arthur Schulz, and he was a retired engineer and bodybuilder in his early 60s.
Arthur was a divorced man, a quiet and somehow intimidating one. But he was not just a man - he was a real man.
He had piercing blue eyes and a big straight nose. His tall stature, wide shoulders and old muscles imposed respect. His skin was tanned and red, with thick veins across his meaty arms and legs. His hands were large and tough, with a big silver watch on the left wrist.
His chest was wide and succulent. His healthy beer belly had a certain charm. His thighs and calves were strong and impressive. He always wore a tank top, some shorts and leather sandals, showcasing his manly mature body.
Gabriel always felt his legs shake and butthole twitch every time he saw the man outside. Arthur usually walked past him every time he was jogging on the weekends, and Gabriel respectfully greeted the man with a passive little bow.
"Good morning, sir," he said meekly to his superior neighbor.
The man looked at him for a second, nodded with a light hint of a smirk, and answered in a relaxed tone.
"Morning, buddy," said Arthur.
Gabriel felt all warm and fuzzy inside, and realized seeing his neighbor was the hottest part of the day. He constantly dreamed and fantasized about being Arthur's bitch, and the thought always made his pink dick throb.
He could not help but get a little glimpse of Arthur's fat bulge every time, and hoped the man would not notice. By the looks of it, the masculine neighbor liked going commando and making his sausage flop around freely and proudly.
Nothing made Gabriel hornier. He wanted to slurp and worship that juicy tool.
On a very hot Saturday afternoon, Gabriel finished doing a late report for his boss in the living room, and then he was finally able to walk outside and crawl behind the bushes.
After passing by a few houses, he found his favorite secret spot: a hole in the fence of Arthur's property, where he could kneel on the grass and watch the man exercise in front of the pool.
There he was, wearing only light shorts and hitting the red punching bag with agile punches and kicks.
His tanned, juicy muscles shined under the sun. His skin was rough and a little saggy, with a nice layer of thick hair on the chest and the thick forearms. Gabriel started twitching when he noticed the fat bulge bounce with every hit.
Gabriel stayed there, kneeling in silence for a good while, trying not to drool too much.
Then Arthur soaked some of the sweat on his strong, mature body and walked inside the house. Gabriel felt a little disappointed, hoping the man would come back and relax on the lounge chair.
That was when a big strong hand grabbed Gabriel by the neck, and he squealed a little in shock.
"What the hell are you doing?" barked Arthur in an angry tone.
He stood behind the fence and pulled Gabriel until they were facing each other.
"Are you spying on me, you faggot?"
Gabriel opened his mouth but nothing came out. He felt mortified and intimidated as the superior older man stared at him with piercing blue eyes.
"Answer me," said Arthur. He looked down and saw the throbbing bulge inside Gabriel's pants.
His face suddenly changed from anger to a manic grin.
"You were perving on me, weren't you?"
"S-sir... I..." Gabriel stuttered.
"Come on, admit it. You like looking at big strong men?" Arthur insisted, a dirty grin smile to form.
"I'm s-sorry, sir... I just..."
"You just, what?"
Arthur grabbed him by the neck in a tight grip that made it impossible to escape.
"I just admire you, sir," Gabriel let out. He gasped for air as the man held him tighter.
