My apartment really had great light. It was small, the living room floor had a slight sag that leaned out toward the road, and I was certainly not the first tenant living with this coat of paint, but it was a great place. It had good access to the park so I could run, there was a decent fruit and vegetable stand not too far away, and I got along pretty well with my neighbors.
It had been about a week since my neighbor Earl had come over for coffee to get any details he could of my previous night, to hear anything he could of the woman I'd met and had over. It made sense. He was a lonely man, he was probably in his 60's, was a pretty heavy guy, and didn't take great care of himself. He had a lot of friends in the neighborhood as he'd been there forever, but didn't seem to have any real companionship. As the new neighbor, the only white guy in the complex with a pretty active romantic life, I an anomaly and anything unexpected is at least mildly exciting for a moment.
Earl had sat on the couch, and asked me questions, and then said the most unexpected thing about his sexuality: he called it "opportunistic". And in the next few minutes, without really realizing why, I was slowly stroking his dick as he'd told me to, and then had him in my mouth.
I'd never experimented with a man, never even felt inclined, but I sucked his dick the way I'd always wanted mine sucked: I stroked him up and down slowly, I sucked his head into the back of my mouth and moved my tongue as far down as I could without letting him out of my mouth, I rubbed his balls and put pressure on the base of his sack while I rubbed. He was demanding but not forceful, and remained calm until he came. I can't understand how much cum I swallowed, but it was a lot, and I did not waste a drop. I ran my tongue into the groove on the tip of his cock to make sure. And then he stood up, pulled on his sweats, and left pretty casually.
