Peter the Neighbour

Authors note.

All characters depicted are over the age of consent, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

A Knock on at the door,

Shit I thought it's Peter my father's best friend. I had forgotten that he was coming over while my parents were away, he had asked to borrow some tools and he had come to collect.

My perfect day seemed to have been ruined.

A little about myself, a 6 ft tall 20 year old lanky male with curly blond hair and blue eyes, constantly horny but confused as to my sexual orientation.

I have had several girlfriends to date but no relationships seemed to last, I seemed to lose interest or they did.

One day alone at home I wandered into my sisters room and saw a pair of discarded knickers peeping out from under her bed, I picked them up meaning to toss them into the laundry downstairs. But I didn't.

They were a white lacy pair with a semi see through front panel, that felt nice to the touch and to my surprise made me aroused.

Going back to my bedroom I stood at my mirror undressed and put them on.

My cock became erect within seconds and the sight and feel of the fabric around my engorged cock felt glorious. I turned around and marvelled at the sight of my arse encased in the sheer fabric, a switch was flicked in my head and my obsession started.

I had it all planned that day, up early to see my parents off for the weekend then finding my stash. I put on my favourite white lace panties and lace top hold up stockings, padded back downstairs feeling my cock stiffen and rub against the silky fabric, lube, dildo and tablet in hand I was good to go.

"Bollocks" I muttered to myself as I pulled on my pyjama bottoms and tee shirt reluctantly opening the door.

Peter was an old family friend and neighbour, he was widowed in his late forties and now into his fifties he kept himself in good shape frequenting the local sports clubs to supplement his social life. Standing at 6ft he had short black hair and kind blue eyes.

I had often seen him gardening topless on warm summer days and his hairy torso had been masturbation fuel on many occasions. I even secretly watched him from my bedroom window naked wanking myself furiously as he worked.

He greeted me warmly and I noticed that he was dressed lightly for the weather in a tee shirt and sport shorts. I indicated where the tools were to be found in the garage hoping he would collect them and go, sadly, or so I thought, I was mistaken.

The garage was attached to the kitchen, the same layout as his own home, so I invited him in closing the door as he wandered into the house.

He asked if I was about to shower or get dressed and if so not to wait on his behalf, I mumbled some response not looking him in the eye as I felt my arousal build in my knickers as my wank fantasies played out in my mind.

Suddenly I was snapped back to reality as I heard my name. "Sorry" I stammered "was miles away for a moment what were you saying".

"Nice socks, I was commenting on your unusual socks".

My face burned bright as I slowly looked down at my stockinged feet, "Um yes they are for cycling, yes" warming to my theme "special lightweight design".

"Oh, I see" he replied, his voice lowered slightly and his voice sounded dry, "and your underwear, is that special lightweight fabric also".

In horror I slowly looked down to see the lacy panty top clearly visible above the waistband of my bottoms, "I uuum guess so" my face now crimson with embarrassment.

He took a step toward me and he ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes were slightly glazed as I found out later with total rampant lust.

"I've seen you watching me you know" his voice now hoarse "from your window, I garden topless on purpose imagining you pulling on your lovely young cock until you unload your cum over yourself, am I right", he glanced down at my tenting crotch, "yes I think I'm right".

The world seemed to slow down as he took another step toward me and then did something that totally freaked me out, he kissed my lips.

I pulled back touching my mouth where his lips had been, totally confused, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts.

Fantasies are just that aren't they? Just fun sexy thoughts to lubricate a frantic masturbation session, not something to actually act on.

He put a finger to his lips, stepped forward and kissed me again, this time any confusion on my part was forgotten.

I kissed him hard, I kissed him deep, I felt animalistic, totally wired and alive. He was almost frantic with a desire to get to my cock as he pulled down on the elasticated waistband, the fabric dropped below my knees and I kicked off the clothing and stood before him hard and willing in my lacy panties. He took both my hands and a minute to gaze on my panty clad frame.

"Beautiful" he whispered as he lent in for another kiss.

I felt his hands push inside my knickers and open palmed began to caress my soft cheeks, and then, and then as I nuzzled into his neck his fingers slipped under the waistband and ran over my clipped pubic bush. Turning me around his fingers delved deeper until his hand wrapped around my rampant cock.

A mature man was wanking my cock.

And I loved it.

A hairy beautiful mature man was kissing my neck.

And I loved it.

A hairy beautiful mature man with his hard cock pressed against my buttocks was asking if I was OK.

And I loved it, wanted him, wanted to be naked in my bed with him, wanted everything.

Panting now he pulled off his tee shirt I felt his furry masculine chest on my back his shorts were frantically discarded and then I felt my first hard penis that wasn't my own.

It felt warm, it felt hard and it felt big.

He ran his fingers under the hem of my panties and I felt his engorging head slip under the fabric and slowly snuggle into the cleft of my arse.

He began to push his hips back and forth running his hard erect length against my flesh.

His cock head brushed my tight hole and I shuddered with please, this man was driving me crazy.

I turned and gasped, Peter was certainly all man, his hairy chest continued down his belly to his beautiful 7 inch erect cock nestled in a trimmed bush of black pubic hair. The shaft was thick and his cock head a shining throbbing mauve mushroom bulb.

I stepped towards him and with a trembling hand wrapped my fingers around his shaft, I kissed his lips as I stroked his hard shaft.

To be continued