There was this hunky stud working next door. Every time I went into the back yard (and I did that a lot) I would stand there and admire him until he turned around and saw me looking then I would go back in the house. Every time he saw me looking at him I had a big bulge in my crotch.

One morning I was out early working in the garden with just my jeans on, before anybody else was up and around. About 7:30 I heard a noise next door. I looked over my shoulder and there was my stud standing there in jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt holding a shovel. I had an instant erection. What the fuck! I thought. It's time to do something about this. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled out my cock and balls and let them hang out. I turned around half way, leaned on my hole-digger and looked at the guy. He just stood there and stared.

I walked across the yard toward the garage. By the time I got there my pants had worked their way down to mid thigh exposing my - if I do say so myself - gorgeous ass. I opened the door, looked over my shoulder at him and walked into the garage, leaving the door open.

A couple of minutes later he appeared in the open door. He had a bulge running down the inside of his leg. He stroked his bulge with one hand and closed and locked the door with the other hand.

He walked over in front of me, undid his jeans, and pulled out his cut 11" long slender cock and hung it and his balls over the elastic band of his briefs. We didn't say a word; we just looked at one another. Finally he put his hand on my head, pushed me to my knees and said, "Eat me."

I took six inches of his cock in my mouth just to see how much I could swallow. It tasted delicious. I went back up to the head of his cock and sucked and licked on his crown as I kneaded his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.

"Yeah, that's good. Now lick my balls," he instructed.

He pushed his jeans and his shorts down to his ankles as I slid under his balls and licked and sucked on them.

"Now suck my dick," he ordered.

I slid my wet mouth up and down the first six inches of his cock as I stroked the last five inches with my hand.

He raised his arms and interlaced his fingers behind his neck, slightly bent his knees and started fucking my mouth with his incredible cock. I remained motionless and let him mouth-fuck me.

As he continued to fuck my mouth, I realized that I was at the wrong angle if I wanted to take any more of his cock.

I let go of his cock and said, "I'll lie on my back on that workout bench with my head over the edge; you get on your knees and see how far you can push your cock down my throat. That position for me will line up my mouth and throat and maybe I can take it all. It's worth a try."

We got in position and he pushed his cock into my mouth much of the was and then he pushed more slowly. I gagged and he withdrew, and then tried again. I learned when to breathe, and he learned how long he could keep it down my throat without choking me. The learning curve was really pretty steep and it wasn't long before he had trained me to take nine inches without much trouble.

"Shit, man, that's so fucking good I don't believe it," he said, as he slid his hot dog back and forth down my throat.

He lay his body over mine and laid his head on my stomach. As he slid his cock in and out of my throat he ran his hands all over my body, kneading my muscles as the erotic sensations grew in his loins, but he fastidiously kept his hands off my cock and balls. I guess he wasn't gay; he just liked a good blow job.

His orgasm was building quickly and his strokes in and out of my throat were more rapid and of shorter duration. Suddenly I could feel his pubic hair on my face with every stroke and I realized that I was taking the whole length of his cock down my throat each time.

I felt his cock expand in width and felt his crown widen as his juice flowed through his cock and erupted in my throat. There was no problem with swallowing because his cock was way down my throat, way past the swallow point. I grabbed my cock and stroked it. It only needed a couple of strokes before I blew my load because I was excited as he was. Damn, this deep throating shit was rad. I shot all over my stomach and his head and face because his head was still lying on my stomach.

I thought he would be pissed at me for coming all over him, but he was so into cumming himself that he just ignored it. He softened rapidly and withdrew his cock.

We both got up, and I got a dish rag and wiped my cum off of him and wiped down his cock, apologizing profusely, as I did.

"No problem, man. That was an incredible blow job. You want to suck me again this afternoon?" he asked.

"Sorry man. my wife will be home, but any other morning is fine. Do you like to fuck? Maybe you could stick that thing up my ass. God, I've never had an eleven-inchcock up my ass."

He was dumb as a post, the typical football player. Even though he was paying me to tutor him, sometimes I just wanted to slap him across the face and call him an idiot. He looked like a fucking Greek god and was a natural athlete. He had probably never had to work for anything in his whole life.

"I'm sorry, Paul. I just don't get it," he said placing his hand on my knee as a plea.

I stood up, totally frustrated, and snapped, "Fuck you, Eric, you cocksucker. I don't need this."

He looked shocked. "How did you know I like to suck cock? " he asked, puzzled. "I've never said anything to you." I told you he was dumb! "Is that why you have that ferocious hard-on?" and he reached out and stroked the long bulge in my jeans. Well, maybe not that dumb!

"Fuck, Eric, I didn't know you were queer until just now," I told him. "It's just that the madder I get at you, the harder my cock gets. Isn't it supposed to work the other way? Me, the geek is supposed to have the hots for the hunky football player."

"I bet you want to hit me, don't you?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, I want to slap you silly, except you would probably beat the crap out of me. I may be a geek, but even though I'm no wimpy sissy, I'm no match for you."

I sat on the edge of the bed, took my pants off, and lay on the bed, much to Eric's amazement. My big hard dick stood straight up in the air.

"I'm just gonna lie here and jack off," I told him. "I don't know any other way to get rid of this hard-on," I said as I stroked my cock.

He just sat there, picking at the ends of the arms on the chair, looking down at his stomach.

"Can I suck it?" Eric asked.

"No," I stated. "I'm not queer even if you are."

"Would you slap me?" he asked.

"Now that I might do – if you promise not to hit me back."

"Okay."

"What?"

I got up, walked across the room and stood in front of him with my cock hanging only inches from his face. He looked at my cock and licked his lips. I snapped and slapped him hard across the face with one hand and then again with the other hand.

"You fucking idiot," I yelled, venting all my frustrations with his idiocy.

He leaned forward, put his arms around me, buried his face in my shirt at the level of my stomach, and cried, "I'm sorry, Daddy. Please punish me. Slap my face with your cock, Daddy, please. "

He let go of me and slid to his knees right in front of me and looked up at me imploringly. "Please slap me with your cock, Daddy."

This is surreal, thought the part of me that was still rational. My animal side took my hard cock and slapped him back and forth across the face as I said, "If you want my cock, pretty boy, beg to suck it."

"Please, Daddy, I've been bad. Make me suck your cock. Punish me."

"No, Eric, I'm not gonna punish you. If you want my cock you have to beg to suck on it. If you want my big juicy cock down your throat, you've really got to abase yourself."

"Please let me suck on your cock. I will make you feel good. I'm a great cocksucker. Please sir, I'm a worthless piece of shit. Please have mercy and let me suck your cock. You can ram it down my throat and pump your cum in my mouth. Please, sir, please let me suck it."

"Eat me, cocksucker," I finally condescended.

He opened his mouth and took my cock down his throat like a starving man. He took seven inches without a bit of trouble and slid his lips up and down my stalk like a pro. He may have been a pro for all I knew. He ran his hands up and down my legs caressing them as he worked my cock with his mouth. He was a good cocksucker.

He had worked his way down eight inches by now and seemed to really be enjoying himself. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and yelled, "You fucking cocksucker you're supposed to be deep-throating my cock, not just playing around with it. That's all for you."

He climbed on the bed between my legs and watched me jack my cock with abject longing on hid face.

"Please, please, let me suck it, please."

"Tell you what, cocksucker. You go back to the computer and do those homework problems. If you get them all right, I'll let you watch me jack off. Otherwise get the fuck out of here."

He looked dismayed, but said meekly, "Yes sir," and went back to the computer, a settled down to work.

I stopped jacking my cock and drifted off to sleep. I woke up to Eric's insistent pushing at my shoulder.

"I'm finished," he announced proudly.

I rubbed my eyes and sat down at the computer and checked what he had done. I was amazed. He had all the answers correct. All of his calculations were correct; he hadn't just guessed.

"I'm amazed. You aren't really stupid, are you? You just need motivation," I observed.

He looked chagrined as he said," Yes sir."

I felt my temper rising.

"Cocksucker!" I yelled as I slapped his face.

"Yes, sir. Please slap me again, sir."

I slapped him again with my other hand and found I was standing there with my cock standing out from my body as hard as a rock. I could see from the bulge in his pants that his cock was hard also.

He dropped to his knees right in front of me and begged, "God, Paul, please let me suck your dick."

"No, the deal was that I would let you watch me jack off, not that you could suck my cock. But you can take your clothes off. We wouldn't want you to come in your shorts."

I lay on the bed and jacked off and he knelt on the bed between my legs and watched avidly as I fondled my balls and stroked my cock. He watched the pre-cum leak from my cock and wet his lips with his tongue as I slid my fist up and captured the liquid and used it as lubricant with which to stroke the head of my cock. I bent my knees and flexed my hips up and down as I jacked my dick. I could feel the cum rising through my cock so I slowed my rhythm and delayed the orgasm so that I could enjoy the buildup of erotic sensations I was creating in my cock.

Eric had his face so close to my cock I was sure he was going to lean down and suck on it, but he controlled himself. His own cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and seemed to have a life of its own, even though he had yet to touch it.

Finally I came and blew load after load of cum two feet in the air. It came down all over him and me. At almost the same instant he spontaneous ejaculated all over his legs. He stuck his face right in front of the stream of cum and his face was soon covered in my cum. I reach out and slapped him hard across the face. I grabbed his briefs off of the bed, shoved them against his face and wiped at the cum.

He stuck out his tongue and tried to lick up what he could get from his face. I slapped him again.

"You mother-fucking cocksucker, wipe that cum off your face. Don't lick it up. I didn't say you could have my cum, you worthless fucker. I just said you could watch me jack off."

"Asshole," I yelled as I raised my foot and pushed him off the bed.

He fell on the floor. I got up and stripped off my shirt that was covered in my cum. He was curled in the fetal position on the floor as I stood over him.

"I'm sorry sir," he cried.

I sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Get up, you little shit and lay down across my legs on your stomach."

He did and I proceeded to slowly spank his ass. It didn't seem like much, but with repetition, it must have hurt as he his ass turned cherry red. He whimpered and moaned, but never said stop, but eventually I did. Incredible as it may seem we both had iron hard erections again.

I turned him over in my lap and he laid his head against my chest and cried softly. I found myself wrapping my fist around his cock and gently jacking it. After a few minutes, he started squirming in my lap and then my hand was covered in his cum. I brought my hand up to his mouth and he licked it clean.

"How about this, Eric: every day that you get the homework correct I'll whip your ass; if you make an A on the midterm I'll let you jack me off; and if you make an A in the course I'll shoot off in your mouth."

"It's a deal," he cried. "I think I might become an A student! You're a great tutor!"

I was going house to house checking water meters. At one house I saw a guy standing at the back door bare-chested, wearing Levis. He was a real stud and I could feel my cock getting hard in my shorts. I am a blond surfer type and generally have no problem getting sex but I've never done anything "on the job" before. I wasn't dressed provocatively, but it was the middle of the summer and I had on shorts and a t-shirt. The fact that the t-shirt molded to my skin and accented my chest muscles and my 8-pack abs was just the way I normally dressed.

"Hi, I'm here to record water usage," I said as I walked into the back yard.

He smiled and said. "Hi."

I stooped down and it took a couple of minutes to read the meter and record the data. Whoever set up the standards for this job was a real go-getter because I had to cover a given number of houses in an 8-hour day and there was almost no give in the schedule.

I stood up and turned around. The guy was still standing in the doorway but he had undone his jeans while I was reading the meter and pushed them down until 90% of his cock was exposed. he was now smiling at me. It was a beautiful smile and I felt my cock expand and create a large bulge in the front of my shorts. Fuck, I thought, I don't have time for this.

While I watched he dropped his Levis to his ankles and his 5½ inch cut cock came to attention straight out in front of him. I licked my lips as I stared.

"Can I offer you a drink or something to eat?" he offered.

He stepped out of his jeans, picked them up and went into the house.

I followed him into the house. He was leaning against the counter.

I slid to my knees and filled my mouth with his beautiful cock. 5½ inches was well within my deep throat range so I took it all the way to his pubes and just stayed there for a few moments reveling in the feel of it filling my mouth. Then I sucked up and down his shaft with a rhythmic motion as I reached up and ran my hands over his 8-pack stomach and his chest muscles.

"Jesus, man, you're like a vacuum cleaner. You're gonna get me off if you keep doing that. Slow down."

I stopped sucking his cock and said, "I don't have the fucking time for this, man. My job demands that I keep a certain schedule. But you looked so beautiful standing there, I couldn't resist."

"Jesus," I said as I undid my shorts and pulled out my cock, "I don't want to shoot in my pants."

"Shit," he said, "let's go in the living room and lie on the carpet and do a 69. I don't want to waste your hard-on or your cum."

So we went in the living room and he got on top of me and we started sucking each other. After a minute he started flexing his hips and drove his hard cock in and out of my mouth as he sucked on my cock. In just a couple of minutes he pushed his cock down my throat and held it there as he shot his load and filled up my mouth with cum, which eventually overflowed my mouth and dripped down my chin.

As he shot I too humped my hips as he swallowed my cock and sucked up and down its length. I pushed his head down on my cock and shot my load.

It was the middle of the summer; every family's sons and daughters were home from college and we were having a barbeque in one of the neighborhood back yards. Jack was laying on one of the chaise lounges. I couldn't keep my eyes off of his crotch. He was wearing a brief-type blue bathing suit with a jockstrap. He had half a hard on and it was outlined perfectly against the material of his bathing suit.

I looked at his face and he was looking right at me with a half smile on his face. I licked my lips. His smile expanded and he stroked the bulge in his briefs with the fingers of one hand. I gulped and licked my lips again. Fortunately the parents were all talking to one another and the other kids were frolicking in the pool, so nobody was paying any attention to us.

He knew I wanted his cock. I had sucked it before but that had been years ago. We went to different colleges and rarely saw each other. He stood up, walked over and stopped in front of me. I was sitting on the edge of my chair and his cock was only inches from my mouth. He lifted up his right leg, supported in on the chair next to me, leaned over and scratched his ankle.

He whispered, "You want to blow me?"

I gulped and nodded my head in assent.

He said aloud, "Let's go get some water."

He wrapped his towel around his waist to hide his hard-on, turned around and walked through where the parents were all conversing, into the kitchen. I mimicked his actions and followed right behind him.

He stood in front of the sink which looked out over the back yard where everybody was not five feet away and pulled down his bathing suit. His six-inch cock was fully erect and pre-cum was leaking from its crown.

He pushed me down on my knees and whispered, "Suck me."

I thought he was crazy. What if there was somebody in the house? What if somebody walked in from outside? What if somebody heard us? This was fucking dangerous and insane. But here I was on my knees, with my cock as hard as a rock in my pants and with Jack's beautiful cock inches from my mouth. I stretched my tongue out and licked at his piss hole, lapped up his pre-cum and then sucked up and down on his crown.

He filled up a glass with water and stood there sipping water as I silently slid my wet lips over his shaft and took him to the pubes. His body jerked and he spilled water on my head as I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, deep-throating him each time.

"Fuck, I had forgotten how good a cock-sucker you are, Steve. That's great."

I ran my hands up and down his muscular legs and them I grabbed an ass cheek in either hand and massaged them as I sucked on his cock. I reached up and stroked his stomach and chest.

He instantly pushed my hands back down. "Christ man, don't do that. Your hands are visible from the back patio."

I kept my hands below his waist as I continued to worship his cock with my mouth. I could feel his leg muscles tense as he approached orgasm. I started sucking more rapidly and in a few minutes he buried his cock in my throat and shot off. I swallowed and licked and sucked until I had all he had to offer and he pulled his cock from my mouth.

He took a paper towel, turned his back to the window and wiped off his cock before he pulled up his suit.