It was a beautiful summer afternoon, and Peter laid in the hammock. The breeze swung him lightly, and puffy clouds protected him from the sun. Peter was sleepy, and when he got sleepy, he got horny.
The fence around the backyard was about six feet high, preventing anyone from peeking over. All the windows in his home and his neighbors' were shaded except for one- the second floor of the home next door, where the Young family lived. Peter sometimes babysat for the Young's girl, Tammy, when they were younger. Now a few years into college, Peter had moved past those jobs, towards his career. The families had stayed close, and he knew Tammy was a junior in high school. She and her mother had flown across the country to look at schools over the vacation, leaving Mr. Young alone in the house for a few weeks.
Peter's hand drifted to his inner thigh. His thumb stroked the sensitive flesh where the hem of his shorts met his flesh, hairy and thick. He glanced at all the windows, decided no one was watching, and cupped his mound. He slowly ground his fingers against his already hardening T cock. His eyes drifted closed. The soft breeze, the shade, and his fingers against his dick were all he needed to start drifting off. He started fantasizing, about this guy or the other from school, and soon slipped his fingers beneath his shorts. He tugged at his dick and moaned softly, feeling so free and exposed in the open air. His eyes fluttered open and he froze. He thought he saw movement from the window of the Young's house. He watched cautiously, then began slowly stroking himself again.
A pleasurable thrill passed through him. Here he was, masturbating in his yard, right where anyone could see. His fantasies turned to Mr. Young. By all accounts, he was a DILF. He had a short, curly beard and well maintained mustache; broad shoulders and thick, powerful arms; and was covered in a liberal coating of hair. Last time Peter had seen him in the pool, Mr. Young had a nice round tummy, dark with curls, especially his happy trail.
Peter licked his lips. His big nipples were hard and tenting his tank top. He ran a palm over them and moaned, groping his well-endowed chest. His tits jiggled as he twisted and pulled at his own nipples while still humping his hand. His hips rocked upwards to a slow, needy beat. He groaned again, a little louder this time. Biting his lip, he lifted up his shirt, exposing his fat D cup tits to the world... and he hoped, Mr. Young. He licked his fingers and rubbed saliva on his nipples, moaning at the feeling of the breeze on his breasts. He closed his eyes and started slowly jerking his cock again. He started to pant as he approached orgasm, but backed off his now throbbing cock. He opened his eyes again.
At the window, very clear to Peter, was Mr. Young. He was nude, showcasing his broad, hairy chest. His happy trail, thick and lucious, led to his hands, which were fondling his obviously stiff cock and balls. One hand cupped and squeezed his balls while the other slowly stroked his huge cock. The two made eye contact. Mr. Young cocked an eyebrow. Peter grinned. He shimmied his shorts down his legs and started rubbing his sensitive nub of a dick. Quickly, he was whimpering and moaning, his tits bouncing and his hips thrusting. He tried to maintain eye contact as he came, but he had to shut his eyes with the intensity. His hole squirted a massive load onto the hammock, leaving a stain. When he opened his eyes, Mr. Young was standing in the window, tucking his hard cock in his shorts. He nodded at Peter, and pulled down the blinds.
After he recovered from his orgasm, Peter pulled on his clothes to go to the neighbors.
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Peter stood at the Young's door. He couldn't help but glance around the neighborhood to check if anyone was watching, though what they would see was completely innocent- just a young man checking in on his neighbor. He swallowed and rang the doorbell. He gave the neighborhood another once over. No cars driving up and down the street. Shades drawn. He bounced on his heels and bit his lip. It was taking a long time for Mr. Young to open the door. Just as he was debating making a retreat, the door opened.
Mr. Young stood in the doorway. He was still shirtless, his muscles bulging under a covering of curly hair. He was wearing a pair of loose basketball shorts, and Peter licked his lips as he realized Mr. Young was freeballing in them. Peter could see the outline of Mr. Young's now soft cock, the soft line where the head met the shaft, still looking thick and hanging a good five inches off his body. Mr. Young nodded at Peter. He never was a man for many words.
"How can I help you, Peter?" He asked, his voice husky and low.
"Um, well I saw that you have a little... problem that I may be able to help with," Peter replied. He gulped as he realized that if he was wrong, he could be ruining his relationship with the Youngs. He paled as he further realized Mr. Young was big enough to break him in half like a toothpick. The thought turned him on even further.
Mr. Young appraised Peter, looking at his stiff nipples, his wet shorts, and his flushed face. He nodded. "Come in." He stepped back to let Peter through the door frame, still close enough that he brushed against the huge man's body.
Mr. Young closed the door and locked it. Peter licked his lips. He was beginning to realize what he was getting himself into- Mr. Young's shorts were tenting as his cock chubbed up. Slowly, a nine inch pole extended in front of him.
"Come upstairs," Mr. Young said gruffly, motioning for Peter to go up first. He felt Mr. Young's eyes on his ass as it jiggled with every step. He put a little extra sway into his step as he led the way to the master bedroom. All but one window shade was down. Peter smiled and turned around.
"Thank you for inviting me in, sir," he said, licking his lips. "Did you like your show?"
Mr. Young nodded. He sat on the bed and looked up and down the young man's body. His wife was a slim little thing, could barely handle pushing out their one child. Peter had some good meat to him. A thick ass, and drooping, fat tits. Just what a man needs.
