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| Neal |
Usually I
loved walking through one of the many parks in Columbus, Ohio during spring. But
today, mid-April, spring definitely had not sprung yet. At a chilly 37 degrees
(3 Celsius) I walked through Thompson Park and noticed a severe lack of leaves
on the trees and even some leftover snow. I had brought my camera to take some
pics to sketch back at home later with a hot cup of tea. The monochrome of the
snow, the grey weather, the sad-looking trees and the wooden bench made for a
perfect idea for a sketch. I took a photo.
“Bruce! Slow down!”, I heard a male voice shout. I turned to my right and saw a large brown Pitbull run straight at me. I froze. It slowed down as it got to me and jumped, putting its front paws on my stomach. I was immediately off-balance, dropped my camera and fell over. I hit my arm on the bench before I hit the ground. The dog seemed a little surprised at its own power and stood over me wagging its tail. My arm hurt.
“Brucey! Oh my gosh, I am so sorry.”
The low voice was kind of sexy, even though I had yet to see who it belonged to. I raised my head off the ground and looked up. A friendly face looked at me with a worried expression. Short salt and pepper hair came out from under his hat. The black-rimmed glasses gave him a sophisticated look. His awkward smile gave him dimples in his cheeks. He squatted right next to me and put a hand on my back. This was a sexy-looking man who could possibly be old enough to be my father. I immediately dismissed my arousal as inappropriate.
“That was a nasty fall, are you OK?”
“I’m all right”, I said automatically, now sitting up and nursing my left arm.
“You clearly hurt your arm”, he said.
“Yeah, but I think it’s OK.”
Part of me wanted to move on from this embarrassing accident, and part of me wanted to stay with the guy.
“Are you sure? You look like you’re kind of in pain.”
I tried to stand up by pulling myself up on the bench with my painful left arm. I realized I couldn’t. The guy helped me by pulling me up by my other arm.
“Thanks.”
“You shouldn’t drive when your arm is in pain! I used to be a nurse, I can take a look at you if you want? I live close by. I’ll make you a hot chocolate or something.”
I looked at him and smiled. I felt my hole twitch.
“All right”, I said.
He chuckled.
“I’m Neal.”
“Kevin”, I said while shaking his hand.
Neal walked me to his car and put Bruce, the dog, in the back. His car was in the lot near Reedcrest. I told him mine was in the lot near Willow Forge.
“Don’t worry, we’ll pick it up. I’d rather not see you drive like this.”
He was right, it was painful to move my arm. Out of the parking lot, Neal immediately turned right onto Mountview Road. I didn’t really know this area.
While driving, Neal suddenly reached in his coat pocket.
“You dropped this”, he said.
It was my camera.
“Oh wow, thanks!”
“Are you a photographer?”
“No. I’m a sketch artist. I teach classes at the Cultural Arts Center.”
“Oh, how cool!”
“So when it’s cold out, I prefer to take a photo and sketch off of that at home.”
Neal chuckled. His low bass voice chuckling was like music to my ears.
We continued onto Mountview Road for maybe a minute. Suddenly I became paranoid Neal was just taking me anywhere.
“So you said you live near here?”
“Yeah it’s to the left here.”
Neal took a left. On the sign it said Glenmere Road. It was a suburban area, with large houses. He spoke about his dog, who he sometimes referred to as Brucey, who tends to get a bit overexcited at the park. At the intersection he turned right, which was Romnay Road. Neal took the first left at Hythe Road, and again the first left to Pevensey Drive.
“This is it”, he said.
He had been right, it had been a short drive. He rolled up onto the driveway of the third house on the left. It looked like a family house. The front yard was well kept. I expected to encounter a wife, and judging by his age, possibly children. Neal opened the front door. Bruce went in first, Neal then gestured for me to go in. I walked into a very homely hallway.
“Let me help you out of this”, Neal said as he took off my coat.
“Oh”, I inhaled sharply, “be careful.”
It hurt to stretch out my left elbow. But Neal was careful. He hung up my coat.
“Take a left and have a seat”, he ordered. “I’ll get you some ice.”
I walked into the living room and took a seat on the leather sofa. There was a fireplace. I was impressed. To my right there was a smaller sitting area, I also saw half of a dining table. The room was large and wrapped around the hallway, but was clearly empty. On a Friday afternoon. Neal appeared in front of the dining table and walked over to me with an icepack. Now that I saw him with his coat off, I could tell this guy was built. He wore a green sweater over a white collared shirt. His wide shoulders and pecs were pronounced. Bruce followed him closely.
“Here, put this on your arm”, he said as he came to sit next to me.
He slid the sleeve of my sweater up carefully. I only now smelled his
aftershave. I was incredibly attracted to him. I looked at him as he had a
serious expression and slowly felt around on my arm before putting the icepack
on. His big brown eyes, his salt and pepper hair, and some sprinkled white in
his scruffy facial hair were all a big turn-on. For some reason even his
glasses added to his hotness. I had felt attracted to older guys before, but
this guy could be nearing 50. He was definitely in shape for someone his age.
But still. I was 31.
“Better?”
I nodded.
“Thanks.”
“I think… It looks like a light sprain.”
“Are you telling me I’ll survive?”
Neal laughed.
“Yeah, I think it looks promising! It helps that you have these though.”
Neal squeezed my bicep. I bit my lip. I was going to say something, but he continued quite quickly onto a new topic.
“So would you like that hot chocolate?”
“Sure!”
He stood up and walked back to where I presumed was the kitchen. His butt was pronounced in his brown slacks. Bruce followed him again. I got up out of curiosity to see the rest of the house.
“I love your house”, I said as I walked to follow him, pressing the icepack to my arm.
“Thanks!”, he replied.
Around the corner from the dining table was indeed a beautiful, large kitchen. Marble countertops, light wooden cabinets, and light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. Neal had his back toward me. I took another peek at his ass. Outside of the window I could see what had to be a covered swimming pool.
“Oh wow, you got a pool?”
“Yeah. Last year around this time I first swam in it. It’s been a long winter!”
“It really has.”
Neal put a mug in the built-in microwave.
“So do you live here with a partner?”
I had to ask the question that had been on my mind ever since meeting him.
“No, it’s just Brucey and me now. My wife passed ten years ago. The kids are in their twenties. My youngest is in college, she comes back home for breaks. But for now it’s just me and Bruce.”
He smiled, he seemed OK with the current situation. Yet it still sounded sad.
“You don’t get lonely?”
He chuckled softly.
“Not at all, actually. I have quite a busy life! So coming home to a quiet house is something I have come to cherish. And I have Brucey to keep me company, obviously!”
Neal crouched down and gave the dog a few pets on the head. The microwave beeped. If what he said was true, why was he so eager to take me here?
“What about you, do you live alone?”, Neal asked as he got the mug out of the microwave and got a spoon to stir the contents. He took the spoon out and into his mouth.
“Yeah, I just have a one-bedroom in Clintonville.”
“This is nice and hot”, he said as he put the mug of hot chocolate on the counter for me.
“Thanks so much”, I said.
We chatted some more as I drank the hot chocolate and he drank some bottled water.
“Is your arm doing better with the icepack?”
“Yeah, much better”, I said. “Maybe I can even drive myself home.”
Neal looked at me and smiled. He adjusted his glasses. I was so attracted to him. I didn’t want our interactions to end here.
I suddenly thought of something.
“So, I told you that I teach drawing classes at the Cultural Arts Center, right?”
“Yeah, you did! I’d love to see your work.”
“Well, for the anatomy classes we’re always looking for live models.”
“Anatomy? That means…?”
“Nude modelling, yes”, I said, smiling.
“Oof. At my age?”
“It’s bodies of all ages and sizes, so that doesn’t really matter. And you look like you’re in great shape!”, I said.
Neal chuckled.
“I don’t know… I’d have to think about it.”
“Think about it. I’ll give you my phone number.”
The wrinkles on Neal’s forehead were beautiful as I could tell he felt flattered and surprised at the same time. I told him my number as he put it in his phone.
“OK, I’ll send you a message when I’ve thought about it”, he finally said.
Not much later Neal drove me back to the park. I decided to give him a hug in the parking lot to thank him. He seemed surprised, but he definitely didn’t mind as he hugged me back closely.
“And no pressure about the modelling thing”, I said.
He winked.
“Thanks again!”, I said as I walked to my car and he walked back to his.
A day later, I got a text from Neal asking me how my arm was. I answered that I was doing much better and I thanked him again for his help. About a week later, I got another text message.
‘Spring is finally here! Uncovering the pool today, would you like to come take a swim? And we can discuss this modelling thing ; - ) Let me know, x Neal’
I smiled. Weather had finally cleared up indeed; today would reach 72 (22 Celsius). It was a Sunday and I had just finished giving a tour at the Cultural Arts Center. It was quite a busy day, but no more tours were planned, which meant that I was off work until the next class, Monday at 1. I texted back:
‘Let me pick up my trunks and a towel and I’ll be right there! Anything else I can bring? Some drinks?’
I got in my car and drove home. I heard my phone buzz during the drive but didn’t check until I got home.
‘Drinks are taken care of! See you in a while x Neal’
The ‘x Neal’ thing was very persistent, and it was hard to tell if it was a flirt or just his way of texting. But my heart beat faster as I went up to my apartment, changed into some trunks, grabbed a towel and put it in a bag. I put on a dark grey tanktop and checked my hair in the mirror. I was confident about the way I looked. With my mother being Latina and my Dad Caucasian, my brown eyes, dark hair and olive skin had proven quite popular in the past. I touched my scruffy facial hair and smiled at myself. If Neal was gay, how could he possibly resist? I took a deep breath and drove back to Pevensey Drive.
When I got there, Neal opened the door in just a light blue Speedo.
“Oh, wow”, I said as I looked him up and down. He had a towel slung over his shoulder and was wearing sunglasses. His body was amazing. Muscled arms and shoulders, a defined chest that was clearly shaven smooth and some abs. Not a six-pack, probably four of his abs were visible. But still, I was impressed. The Speedo also revealed those V-lines that went down from his hips to the crotch area. Such a turn-on. This guy was in better shape than I was. I felt like my biceps looked like those of a toddler. My body was also muscular, but more lean. I felt like a twink, something I hadn’t felt in years. Bruce also came running to the door to say hi, again jumping up, but this time I knew it was coming and kept my balance.
“I waited for you to go in!”, Neal said excitedly.
I stepped into his house and watched his ass walk away from me in that Speedo. I’m glad I was wearing swimming shorts so I could hide my arousal.
“Would you like a beer? Or some iced tea?”, he asked as I followed him into the living room. The doors to the garden were open and a nice breeze came into the house.
“I’ll start out with a beer”, I said, keeping in mind I’d be driving later.
“Cool”, he replied as I saw him take two beers out of the fridge. I walked out and saw the pool. The look and the sound of the water was already refreshing. I loved it. I put my bag down and took off my tanktop. The feeling of the air on my body was amazing.
“Wow. Looking good, man!”, Neal stood behind me and handed me a beer.
“Thanks”, I smiled and kept eye contact. “You’re not looking bad yourself.”
It was now that I felt the undeniable chemistry between us. I hadn’t imagined it. For some reason I was now certain he wanted to fuck me.
“Have you ever done nude modelling yourself?”
I looked down and chuckled.
“I have”, I admitted, “but not in the class I teach.”
Neal laughed. He took a sip of his beer and set it down by the lounge chair that had his towel over it.
“Let’s try out the water, shall we?”
The water was incredibly cold for the first few seconds but after a while it was really nice. While we waded through the water a bit, Neal asked me more questions about modelling.
“How big is your class?”
“It’s usually around 10 people. More women than men, average age about 40.”
“How can I be certain beforehand that none of them is, say, a co-worker?”
I laughed.
“You can’t! It’s possible someone new comes in.”
I could tell he was thinking.
We got out of the water and laid down on the loungers. It felt amazing to feel the sun on my body after such a long winter. I looked over and suddenly saw that with the angle I could look into Neal’s speedo. Some brown pubic hair was visible. The outline of his cockhead was also visible to me because of the wet fabric of his attire. I felt my hole twitch, but quickly looked away. I could tell he was still thinking.
“So I would have to do some poses?”
“Yeah, but mostly natural ones. For about 5 to 10 minutes a time.”
He nodded as he took a sip of his beer.
“What if I get aroused?”
I laughed.
“I don’t think you will. But if you did, it’s not really a problem”, I said.
“Will people take photos?”
“No, that’s never allowed. But they might post their sketches somewhere.”
He nodded again and let it sink in.
“It’s not an easy decision to make”, he then said.
“I get that. I can tell you it’s quite the rush. And it’ll get you 100 dollars for the hour.”
He nodded again, this time looking at me and smiling.
“That’s not bad.”
I asked Neal if he had any co-workers he would suspect take sketching classes, and he said no. He spoke about his engineering job, which was meetings, offices, suits and ties, and conferences. Our lives were very different. Neal got up and walked to the kitchen. The back of his speedo was also slightly see-through when wet, and I could see his butt even better now. This guy was smoking hot. He returned with two more bottles of beer. I said I’d have to stop with the beer after this one, as I was still driving.
“Yeah, I’ve already had too much to drive”, Neal said.
“Did you start drinking early?”
He laughed.
“It’s a Sunday!”
“Just like the Lord intended”, I said, without thinking.
Thankfully, Neal laughed, hard. His laugh was so cute and infectious. I pictured his big body over me, fucking me. I felt like it was going to happen eventually. Maybe not today, but possibly after we had had a date or something.
It was really nice to spend an afternoon with Neal. Suddenly he told me he had modelled before.
“Really?”
“Yeah, in college, Just some catalog stuff. But keeping a pose for ten minutes, that’s a whole different thing.”
“It’s really not that difficult”, I said. “We could practice some poses you’re comfortable with beforehand.”
“That sounds good”, he said, as he emptied his beer bottle, which was still a quarter full. He got up and walked away. “Do you have a sketch pad on you?”
“Always”, I said as I looked into my bag and got out my pencil and pad. When I looked back up, Neal was stepping out of his speedo, his back turned to me. His ass was curvy, milky white and smooth. He assumed a pose, his back still to me, but facing more to the side, so the curve of his butt became visible to me.
“How’s this?”, he asked.
“You’re a natural!”
I started sketching, ignoring my hole that was just twitching away. My cock also got hard. I stopped trying to hide it. Our chemistry was so obvious, I knew he would not be offended or make fun of me. After about 5 minutes, I had a beautiful sketch of Neal. I was proud of my own work.
“OK, I’m done”, I said, admiring my sketch.
“How much time was that?”
“About 5 minutes, or 6.”
“Not too bad”, he said as I could hear him come closer.
I looked up. His rock hard dick swung back and forth in front of him as he walked toward me.
“Oh, my… wow”, I mumbled.
“Show me”, he said.
“I showed him my sketch.”
“That’s really nice! You’re too kind though, I don’t look that good.”
I smiled. I kept glancing at his erection, not sure if we were talking about it. His cock was 6 inches erect, with a nice thickness. The head was large, shiny and wet.
“So, I did get aroused”, he then blurted out.
“So I see”, I said, trying to remain calm.
“But that may just be because it was you who was looking”, he finished.
I was still on the lounger, looking up at him. We stared at each other in silence for a second. Then I jumped up and kissed him on the mouth. He held me close. I could feel his erection poking into my stomach, him being a few inches taller than me. We made out passionately as we slowly maneuvered back into the house, trying not to break our kiss. I felt my own cock getting harder and harder while we made out. Once we were inside, Neal broke the kiss, took my hand and led me back to the hallway, up the stairs to his bedroom. The bed was kingsize, perfect for making love.
Neal ripped the Velcro opening and pulled my swim shorts down. My cock flopped out, bouncing up and down. Neal took it in his hand.
“Damn”, he whispered, as he admired my 8 inch erection.
He sat on his knees and took me in his mouth. He kept gagging on my cock, wanting to take more, but physically unable to. His blowjob was amazing though as he took his time pleasuring me. It felt so good, I had to grab his head and push him away to stop myself from cumming. I motioned for him to stand and I kissed him.
“Now let me suck yours”, I said.
“Nuh uh”, he said out loud as he shook his head.
He walked away to the nightstand and got out some lube. He went onto the bed on his knees and dropped his chest on the duvet. His arm stretched back, handing me the lube as I looked right at his hole.
“I’m ready for you to fuck me”, he said.
“I… you’re a bottom?”
Neal looked back at me.
“Is that bad?”
“Oh no… No no! That’s perfect!”
For some reason, I had expected the older guy to be dominant, the top. Somehow, this was even hotter. I started fucking Neal, and it immediately showed he was a submissive bottom. His moans and cries were turning me on bad. My own dominant side started coming out. As much as I had bottomed, I had to say I could get used to this. I fucked him hard. My thick cock and his sloppy hole fit like a glove. His large, smooth buttocks slapped on my hips.
“I love your cock!”, Neal exclaimed.
At one point, I pulled out of him and flipped him on his back. I wanted to see his face as I fucked him. His mouth was open as he moaned out loud the entire time. His dick was rock hard the entire time, leaking precum. Soon enough he started jerking himself off.
“I’m going to shoot!”, he announced.
His eyes rolled up as his moans got louder and jet after jet shot off onto his stomach and chest. It was such a hot cumshot, I was close to cumming now as well. Neal’s entire body shook in post-coital bliss, as I pulled out of him and came on his stomach as well, mixing our cum together.
That night, Neal and I hung out at his place. He cooked for me while naked, which was a beautiful sight to behold. In fact, we were naked the entire time. He seemed quite comfortable in his body. He said yes to modelling in my class, but admitted his favorite part about it would be to see me again. We talked a lot and got to know each other better. Neal is 47, making our age gap 16 years. He said that he had had young admirers at the gym quite regularly, but was not attracted to boys. He preferred men. I felt flattered when he said that.
We went to bed that night and just slept, holding each other, naked.
The next morning I awoke with Neal giving me a blowjob. I lifted the duvet and he gave me a naughty smile with my cock still in his mouth.
“Good morning”, he tried to say.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full”, I said, as I pushed his head back down on my cock. This made him gag, but I knew he loved that. Soon enough I came in his mouth. He swallowed everything.
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day”, he said, licking his lips.
Neal had to go to work, so I went back home. My class wasn’t till 1PM. I couldn’t stop smiling that entire day.
Not much later, Neal came into work to model. I had shown him some poses he
could practice beforehand. There were 8 students present. He was thankful he
didn’t know any of them. Once he took off the robe and handed it to me, I knew
there was one aspect in which Neal would be different than the other models. He
was rock hard throughout the entire class. Drops of precum left the head of his
dick several times. None of my students said anything, and Neal didn’t even
look too embarrassed about it. His beautiful erection did feature in several of
my students’ sketches, who claimed it added an erotic element to their art that
they liked.
That night, I took Neal back to my apartment and fucked him so hard he shot cum all over himself handsfree.
THE END
“Bruce! Slow down!”, I heard a male voice shout. I turned to my right and saw a large brown Pitbull run straight at me. I froze. It slowed down as it got to me and jumped, putting its front paws on my stomach. I was immediately off-balance, dropped my camera and fell over. I hit my arm on the bench before I hit the ground. The dog seemed a little surprised at its own power and stood over me wagging its tail. My arm hurt.
“Brucey! Oh my gosh, I am so sorry.”
The low voice was kind of sexy, even though I had yet to see who it belonged to. I raised my head off the ground and looked up. A friendly face looked at me with a worried expression. Short salt and pepper hair came out from under his hat. The black-rimmed glasses gave him a sophisticated look. His awkward smile gave him dimples in his cheeks. He squatted right next to me and put a hand on my back. This was a sexy-looking man who could possibly be old enough to be my father. I immediately dismissed my arousal as inappropriate.
“That was a nasty fall, are you OK?”
“I’m all right”, I said automatically, now sitting up and nursing my left arm.
“You clearly hurt your arm”, he said.
“Yeah, but I think it’s OK.”
Part of me wanted to move on from this embarrassing accident, and part of me wanted to stay with the guy.
“Are you sure? You look like you’re kind of in pain.”
I tried to stand up by pulling myself up on the bench with my painful left arm. I realized I couldn’t. The guy helped me by pulling me up by my other arm.
“Thanks.”
“You shouldn’t drive when your arm is in pain! I used to be a nurse, I can take a look at you if you want? I live close by. I’ll make you a hot chocolate or something.”
I looked at him and smiled. I felt my hole twitch.
“All right”, I said.
He chuckled.
“I’m Neal.”
“Kevin”, I said while shaking his hand.
Neal walked me to his car and put Bruce, the dog, in the back. His car was in the lot near Reedcrest. I told him mine was in the lot near Willow Forge.
“Don’t worry, we’ll pick it up. I’d rather not see you drive like this.”
He was right, it was painful to move my arm. Out of the parking lot, Neal immediately turned right onto Mountview Road. I didn’t really know this area.
While driving, Neal suddenly reached in his coat pocket.
“You dropped this”, he said.
It was my camera.
“Oh wow, thanks!”
“Are you a photographer?”
“No. I’m a sketch artist. I teach classes at the Cultural Arts Center.”
“Oh, how cool!”
“So when it’s cold out, I prefer to take a photo and sketch off of that at home.”
Neal chuckled. His low bass voice chuckling was like music to my ears.
We continued onto Mountview Road for maybe a minute. Suddenly I became paranoid Neal was just taking me anywhere.
“So you said you live near here?”
“Yeah it’s to the left here.”
Neal took a left. On the sign it said Glenmere Road. It was a suburban area, with large houses. He spoke about his dog, who he sometimes referred to as Brucey, who tends to get a bit overexcited at the park. At the intersection he turned right, which was Romnay Road. Neal took the first left at Hythe Road, and again the first left to Pevensey Drive.
“This is it”, he said.
He had been right, it had been a short drive. He rolled up onto the driveway of the third house on the left. It looked like a family house. The front yard was well kept. I expected to encounter a wife, and judging by his age, possibly children. Neal opened the front door. Bruce went in first, Neal then gestured for me to go in. I walked into a very homely hallway.
“Let me help you out of this”, Neal said as he took off my coat.
“Oh”, I inhaled sharply, “be careful.”
It hurt to stretch out my left elbow. But Neal was careful. He hung up my coat.
“Take a left and have a seat”, he ordered. “I’ll get you some ice.”
I walked into the living room and took a seat on the leather sofa. There was a fireplace. I was impressed. To my right there was a smaller sitting area, I also saw half of a dining table. The room was large and wrapped around the hallway, but was clearly empty. On a Friday afternoon. Neal appeared in front of the dining table and walked over to me with an icepack. Now that I saw him with his coat off, I could tell this guy was built. He wore a green sweater over a white collared shirt. His wide shoulders and pecs were pronounced. Bruce followed him closely.
“Here, put this on your arm”, he said as he came to sit next to me.
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| Neal |
“Better?”
I nodded.
“Thanks.”
“I think… It looks like a light sprain.”
“Are you telling me I’ll survive?”
Neal laughed.
“Yeah, I think it looks promising! It helps that you have these though.”
Neal squeezed my bicep. I bit my lip. I was going to say something, but he continued quite quickly onto a new topic.
“So would you like that hot chocolate?”
“Sure!”
He stood up and walked back to where I presumed was the kitchen. His butt was pronounced in his brown slacks. Bruce followed him again. I got up out of curiosity to see the rest of the house.
“I love your house”, I said as I walked to follow him, pressing the icepack to my arm.
“Thanks!”, he replied.
Around the corner from the dining table was indeed a beautiful, large kitchen. Marble countertops, light wooden cabinets, and light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. Neal had his back toward me. I took another peek at his ass. Outside of the window I could see what had to be a covered swimming pool.
“Oh wow, you got a pool?”
“Yeah. Last year around this time I first swam in it. It’s been a long winter!”
“It really has.”
Neal put a mug in the built-in microwave.
“So do you live here with a partner?”
I had to ask the question that had been on my mind ever since meeting him.
“No, it’s just Brucey and me now. My wife passed ten years ago. The kids are in their twenties. My youngest is in college, she comes back home for breaks. But for now it’s just me and Bruce.”
He smiled, he seemed OK with the current situation. Yet it still sounded sad.
“You don’t get lonely?”
He chuckled softly.
“Not at all, actually. I have quite a busy life! So coming home to a quiet house is something I have come to cherish. And I have Brucey to keep me company, obviously!”
Neal crouched down and gave the dog a few pets on the head. The microwave beeped. If what he said was true, why was he so eager to take me here?
“What about you, do you live alone?”, Neal asked as he got the mug out of the microwave and got a spoon to stir the contents. He took the spoon out and into his mouth.
“Yeah, I just have a one-bedroom in Clintonville.”
“This is nice and hot”, he said as he put the mug of hot chocolate on the counter for me.
“Thanks so much”, I said.
We chatted some more as I drank the hot chocolate and he drank some bottled water.
“Is your arm doing better with the icepack?”
“Yeah, much better”, I said. “Maybe I can even drive myself home.”
Neal looked at me and smiled. He adjusted his glasses. I was so attracted to him. I didn’t want our interactions to end here.
I suddenly thought of something.
“So, I told you that I teach drawing classes at the Cultural Arts Center, right?”
“Yeah, you did! I’d love to see your work.”
“Well, for the anatomy classes we’re always looking for live models.”
“Anatomy? That means…?”
“Nude modelling, yes”, I said, smiling.
“Oof. At my age?”
“It’s bodies of all ages and sizes, so that doesn’t really matter. And you look like you’re in great shape!”, I said.
Neal chuckled.
“I don’t know… I’d have to think about it.”
“Think about it. I’ll give you my phone number.”
The wrinkles on Neal’s forehead were beautiful as I could tell he felt flattered and surprised at the same time. I told him my number as he put it in his phone.
“OK, I’ll send you a message when I’ve thought about it”, he finally said.
Not much later Neal drove me back to the park. I decided to give him a hug in the parking lot to thank him. He seemed surprised, but he definitely didn’t mind as he hugged me back closely.
“And no pressure about the modelling thing”, I said.
He winked.
“Thanks again!”, I said as I walked to my car and he walked back to his.
A day later, I got a text from Neal asking me how my arm was. I answered that I was doing much better and I thanked him again for his help. About a week later, I got another text message.
‘Spring is finally here! Uncovering the pool today, would you like to come take a swim? And we can discuss this modelling thing ; - ) Let me know, x Neal’
I smiled. Weather had finally cleared up indeed; today would reach 72 (22 Celsius). It was a Sunday and I had just finished giving a tour at the Cultural Arts Center. It was quite a busy day, but no more tours were planned, which meant that I was off work until the next class, Monday at 1. I texted back:
‘Let me pick up my trunks and a towel and I’ll be right there! Anything else I can bring? Some drinks?’
I got in my car and drove home. I heard my phone buzz during the drive but didn’t check until I got home.
‘Drinks are taken care of! See you in a while x Neal’
The ‘x Neal’ thing was very persistent, and it was hard to tell if it was a flirt or just his way of texting. But my heart beat faster as I went up to my apartment, changed into some trunks, grabbed a towel and put it in a bag. I put on a dark grey tanktop and checked my hair in the mirror. I was confident about the way I looked. With my mother being Latina and my Dad Caucasian, my brown eyes, dark hair and olive skin had proven quite popular in the past. I touched my scruffy facial hair and smiled at myself. If Neal was gay, how could he possibly resist? I took a deep breath and drove back to Pevensey Drive.
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| Neal |
“Oh, wow”, I said as I looked him up and down. He had a towel slung over his shoulder and was wearing sunglasses. His body was amazing. Muscled arms and shoulders, a defined chest that was clearly shaven smooth and some abs. Not a six-pack, probably four of his abs were visible. But still, I was impressed. The Speedo also revealed those V-lines that went down from his hips to the crotch area. Such a turn-on. This guy was in better shape than I was. I felt like my biceps looked like those of a toddler. My body was also muscular, but more lean. I felt like a twink, something I hadn’t felt in years. Bruce also came running to the door to say hi, again jumping up, but this time I knew it was coming and kept my balance.
“I waited for you to go in!”, Neal said excitedly.
I stepped into his house and watched his ass walk away from me in that Speedo. I’m glad I was wearing swimming shorts so I could hide my arousal.
“Would you like a beer? Or some iced tea?”, he asked as I followed him into the living room. The doors to the garden were open and a nice breeze came into the house.
“I’ll start out with a beer”, I said, keeping in mind I’d be driving later.
“Cool”, he replied as I saw him take two beers out of the fridge. I walked out and saw the pool. The look and the sound of the water was already refreshing. I loved it. I put my bag down and took off my tanktop. The feeling of the air on my body was amazing.
“Wow. Looking good, man!”, Neal stood behind me and handed me a beer.
“Thanks”, I smiled and kept eye contact. “You’re not looking bad yourself.”
It was now that I felt the undeniable chemistry between us. I hadn’t imagined it. For some reason I was now certain he wanted to fuck me.
“Have you ever done nude modelling yourself?”
I looked down and chuckled.
“I have”, I admitted, “but not in the class I teach.”
Neal laughed. He took a sip of his beer and set it down by the lounge chair that had his towel over it.
“Let’s try out the water, shall we?”
The water was incredibly cold for the first few seconds but after a while it was really nice. While we waded through the water a bit, Neal asked me more questions about modelling.
“How big is your class?”
“It’s usually around 10 people. More women than men, average age about 40.”
“How can I be certain beforehand that none of them is, say, a co-worker?”
I laughed.
“You can’t! It’s possible someone new comes in.”
I could tell he was thinking.
We got out of the water and laid down on the loungers. It felt amazing to feel the sun on my body after such a long winter. I looked over and suddenly saw that with the angle I could look into Neal’s speedo. Some brown pubic hair was visible. The outline of his cockhead was also visible to me because of the wet fabric of his attire. I felt my hole twitch, but quickly looked away. I could tell he was still thinking.
“So I would have to do some poses?”
“Yeah, but mostly natural ones. For about 5 to 10 minutes a time.”
He nodded as he took a sip of his beer.
“What if I get aroused?”
I laughed.
“I don’t think you will. But if you did, it’s not really a problem”, I said.
“Will people take photos?”
“No, that’s never allowed. But they might post their sketches somewhere.”
He nodded again and let it sink in.
“It’s not an easy decision to make”, he then said.
“I get that. I can tell you it’s quite the rush. And it’ll get you 100 dollars for the hour.”
He nodded again, this time looking at me and smiling.
“That’s not bad.”
I asked Neal if he had any co-workers he would suspect take sketching classes, and he said no. He spoke about his engineering job, which was meetings, offices, suits and ties, and conferences. Our lives were very different. Neal got up and walked to the kitchen. The back of his speedo was also slightly see-through when wet, and I could see his butt even better now. This guy was smoking hot. He returned with two more bottles of beer. I said I’d have to stop with the beer after this one, as I was still driving.
“Yeah, I’ve already had too much to drive”, Neal said.
“Did you start drinking early?”
He laughed.
“It’s a Sunday!”
“Just like the Lord intended”, I said, without thinking.
Thankfully, Neal laughed, hard. His laugh was so cute and infectious. I pictured his big body over me, fucking me. I felt like it was going to happen eventually. Maybe not today, but possibly after we had had a date or something.
It was really nice to spend an afternoon with Neal. Suddenly he told me he had modelled before.
“Really?”
“Yeah, in college, Just some catalog stuff. But keeping a pose for ten minutes, that’s a whole different thing.”
“It’s really not that difficult”, I said. “We could practice some poses you’re comfortable with beforehand.”
“That sounds good”, he said, as he emptied his beer bottle, which was still a quarter full. He got up and walked away. “Do you have a sketch pad on you?”
“Always”, I said as I looked into my bag and got out my pencil and pad. When I looked back up, Neal was stepping out of his speedo, his back turned to me. His ass was curvy, milky white and smooth. He assumed a pose, his back still to me, but facing more to the side, so the curve of his butt became visible to me.
“How’s this?”, he asked.
“You’re a natural!”
I started sketching, ignoring my hole that was just twitching away. My cock also got hard. I stopped trying to hide it. Our chemistry was so obvious, I knew he would not be offended or make fun of me. After about 5 minutes, I had a beautiful sketch of Neal. I was proud of my own work.
“OK, I’m done”, I said, admiring my sketch.
“How much time was that?”
“About 5 minutes, or 6.”
“Not too bad”, he said as I could hear him come closer.
I looked up. His rock hard dick swung back and forth in front of him as he walked toward me.
“Oh, my… wow”, I mumbled.
“Show me”, he said.
“I showed him my sketch.”
“That’s really nice! You’re too kind though, I don’t look that good.”
I smiled. I kept glancing at his erection, not sure if we were talking about it. His cock was 6 inches erect, with a nice thickness. The head was large, shiny and wet.
“So, I did get aroused”, he then blurted out.
“So I see”, I said, trying to remain calm.
“But that may just be because it was you who was looking”, he finished.
I was still on the lounger, looking up at him. We stared at each other in silence for a second. Then I jumped up and kissed him on the mouth. He held me close. I could feel his erection poking into my stomach, him being a few inches taller than me. We made out passionately as we slowly maneuvered back into the house, trying not to break our kiss. I felt my own cock getting harder and harder while we made out. Once we were inside, Neal broke the kiss, took my hand and led me back to the hallway, up the stairs to his bedroom. The bed was kingsize, perfect for making love.
Neal ripped the Velcro opening and pulled my swim shorts down. My cock flopped out, bouncing up and down. Neal took it in his hand.
“Damn”, he whispered, as he admired my 8 inch erection.
He sat on his knees and took me in his mouth. He kept gagging on my cock, wanting to take more, but physically unable to. His blowjob was amazing though as he took his time pleasuring me. It felt so good, I had to grab his head and push him away to stop myself from cumming. I motioned for him to stand and I kissed him.
“Now let me suck yours”, I said.
“Nuh uh”, he said out loud as he shook his head.
He walked away to the nightstand and got out some lube. He went onto the bed on his knees and dropped his chest on the duvet. His arm stretched back, handing me the lube as I looked right at his hole.
“I’m ready for you to fuck me”, he said.
“I… you’re a bottom?”
Neal looked back at me.
“Is that bad?”
“Oh no… No no! That’s perfect!”
For some reason, I had expected the older guy to be dominant, the top. Somehow, this was even hotter. I started fucking Neal, and it immediately showed he was a submissive bottom. His moans and cries were turning me on bad. My own dominant side started coming out. As much as I had bottomed, I had to say I could get used to this. I fucked him hard. My thick cock and his sloppy hole fit like a glove. His large, smooth buttocks slapped on my hips.
“I love your cock!”, Neal exclaimed.
At one point, I pulled out of him and flipped him on his back. I wanted to see his face as I fucked him. His mouth was open as he moaned out loud the entire time. His dick was rock hard the entire time, leaking precum. Soon enough he started jerking himself off.
“I’m going to shoot!”, he announced.
His eyes rolled up as his moans got louder and jet after jet shot off onto his stomach and chest. It was such a hot cumshot, I was close to cumming now as well. Neal’s entire body shook in post-coital bliss, as I pulled out of him and came on his stomach as well, mixing our cum together.
That night, Neal and I hung out at his place. He cooked for me while naked, which was a beautiful sight to behold. In fact, we were naked the entire time. He seemed quite comfortable in his body. He said yes to modelling in my class, but admitted his favorite part about it would be to see me again. We talked a lot and got to know each other better. Neal is 47, making our age gap 16 years. He said that he had had young admirers at the gym quite regularly, but was not attracted to boys. He preferred men. I felt flattered when he said that.
We went to bed that night and just slept, holding each other, naked.
The next morning I awoke with Neal giving me a blowjob. I lifted the duvet and he gave me a naughty smile with my cock still in his mouth.
“Good morning”, he tried to say.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full”, I said, as I pushed his head back down on my cock. This made him gag, but I knew he loved that. Soon enough I came in his mouth. He swallowed everything.
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day”, he said, licking his lips.
Neal had to go to work, so I went back home. My class wasn’t till 1PM. I couldn’t stop smiling that entire day.
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| Neal |
That night, I took Neal back to my apartment and fucked him so hard he shot cum all over himself handsfree.
THE END
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