Reagan's Neighbor - Sex Stories

Reagan's Neighbor

... the same view of his apartment could be seen by his new neighbor.

He seemed to be one of those still fit older men with a silvery unkempt mane and slim beard. His wide shoulders and strong arms flexed beneath his shirt as he carried boxes and bags into the lightly furnished bedroom. Even at this distance, Reagan could tell the man's legs and thighs were muscular under his khaki pants, especially when he bent to unpack the boxes.

Suddenly, Reagan caught himself and felt guilty. Like he was doing a peeping Tom thing on this new neighbor. He was about to turn away when he noticed the man was unbuttoning his shirt and slipping his khakis down to the carpet.

Reagan almost blushed, but he kept looking, staring really now. As he kept looking, the man began oiling his nude body. Reagan could see him clearly and it stirred him awfully hard. Reagan's dick strained in his jeans and more precum leaked to stain his crotch, but he didn't care. This was too hot to turn away from. Reagan could see the man's buttocks were tight and firm and as the man's hands reached behind to rub the oil, Reagan grunted and grabbed his own dick. He started stroking the shaft and then stopped again. The man was turning around, still very visible in the window.

Reagan started to panic. What if the man saw him? Caught him staring and...? But, fuck! Reagan's fingers froze around his own dick when he saw the new neighbor's erect cock. It was a hole stretcher, he could tell. Thick and meaty, even at this distance. The fat head almost glistening with oil as the man poured and rubbed. Reagan couldn't stop the groan that came out of his mouth. It was the body of his dream Daddy in the flesh. Just across the way from his bedroom window.

His new Daddy's bedroom.