I want to tell you about my teacher, the very…fun and nice and, well, hung next-door-neighbor gentleman who turned me out at age 19. Growing up and getting into porn, I was very aroused by the slutty women. One thing I noticed was, whenever I’d watch porn, the best parts by far were when the man would squirt his hot jizz all over the lucky (lucky?) slut. Soon, those were the parts I would seek out, still not making any connection to homoeroticism. The reason was simple; those movies all had women and I assumed the women were the source of my erections. I would also watch porn with my friends. It was so much torture! Here were the three of us and I thought I must be the only one that just wants to pull my cock out and start stroking it! These thoughts gradually expanded to what might occur in response. Would they take out their cocks, in turn? Would my face give away my growing cock lust? My imagination always had everyone else taking their cocks out and somehow, I always was on all fours with my friends glazing my face with their cum. Still, it went no further than daydreaming.

That summer I turned 19 and was going away for college and wished to earn money. I really didn’t have the time to get employed so I was just doing odd jobs. The next-door neighbor was a middle-aged couple, I had done some yard work for him in the past. I asked him if he needed anything done, mentioning I had turned 19 and was heading to college. My neighbor had the classic dad bod; about 5’7”, stocky but not fat…I wonder if he has a thick… “Yeah, my basement is long overdue for a cleaning. You want to give it a look?” I snapped back to reality and nodded my head. He led me into his house and down to the basement. It was nothing special and had your usual TV, a couch and bar. We negotiated a price and I said I could start the next morning. I knocked on his door the next morning and he answered, wearing only a pair of black silk boxers. I glanced downward for no reason, and noticed the boxers featured a pronounced bulge. I could feel my face getting warm but hey, it’s his house he can dress however. He led me down and said, “Just do whatever you think is good, get things organized and let me know if you have any questions.” He then left me to my task. I went to work and was maybe an hour into it when I came across something I didn’t expect to see nor had ever seen – a big stack of homoerotic magazines. My heart got a bit quicker and being the extremely curious person I am, I looked behind me (coast clear) and knelt and started to just page through. I didn’t know what to expect but here were guys whose bodies looked a lot like his, with skinny boys naked and kneeling with dad’s cocks in their mouths. It was eye-opening! While the terminology wasn’t in my brain, I was the prototypical twink – skinny, fair skin, glasses, no body hair and yet an oversized, smooth cock that curved upwards. Speaking of which, said cock was getting very hard! In fact, and this I did note, a lot harder and more excited than when I would look at nude women. As I turned pages with my left hand, my right hand started running over the front of my pants.

More time than I imagined must have passed with no sound coming from the basement. I was transfixed by these men with their dad bods, thick penises and skinny boys on their knees, mouths full of daddy co…"You doing ok?" My heart jumped and I whipped around – “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to be nosy, I just…” “Oh, it’s ok,” said my neighbor. My eyes went down to his crotch, obvious as day but I couldn't help myself. The bulge I noticed before was now a bona-fide outline of a penis that was, in a word, glorious. I’m sure I was blatantly staring, mouth open, my tongue absent-mindedly flicking across my lower lip…I wiped my mouth. My cock was absolutely throbbing! I thought, “shit, I’m going to cum in my pants and get kicked out, no money, and a boner.” He simply smiled and said, “I’m the one who should apologize, I absolutely forgot those were even there, like I said, it’s a mess. Please don’t tell your father, I had no intention of offending you.” Telling my dad was the last thing on my mind, and trying to be coy I said, “oh, don’t worry about that and I’m not at all offended. I just…I’ve watched porn but I’ve never seen...” I trailed off. He walked closer, right up beside me. My eyes were not being coy and my gaze followed his crotch. It was now very clear my neighbor had an incredibly thick cock and you could even see the vein in the outline. I also forgot to close the magazine I was looking through and damned if the guy in the layout – sporting a huge, thick erection whose tip was engulfed in a skinny twink’s mouth – didn’t resemble my neighbor! I immediately “saw” me on my knees, my neighbor's cock choking me. He smiled and said, “you’re not offended, good! Is there…” I was only thinking about what his reaction would be if I just took my hand and squeezed his beautiful cock. I blurted out, “I love watching a guy’s cock shoot semen!” Where did that confession come from?! My neighbor, “I see you staring at my cock, are you enjoying the view?” and being well…cock-dumb, I didn’t even have the wherewithal to lie and just nodded, “yeah”. He didn’t quit smiling and…did he…flex? His cock on purpose?

As if reading my mind, he took my right wrist and pressed my hand against his silk covered cock. I did not resist one bit, I just stared and when he let go, my hand stayed right there, feeling his heat and turgid meat-stick. I squeezed, not too hard, and felt a slight give, like a steel bar covered in a thin, rubber coating. He moaned, “How about we go sit on the couch?” I just nodded and we went to the couch. He sat down and pulled me next to him. I could feel his warm skin and his hand rested on my bare thigh. He then stood, “Would you like to take my shorts off?” I didn’t even answer, but my hands did as I grabbed his shorts on both sides and slowly pulled them down. The shorts caught briefly then his cock just…sprang up! It was dripping precum (I didn’t know that’s what it was called) and I distinctly remember feeling several droplets hit my cheeks, mouth and face. His cock was beautiful! It wasn’t overly long, maybe 6.5 inches, but it was so fucking thick, with a large vein coursing its way from the base to the glans. He was uncut and the foreskin fascinated me, as did the head – so shiny and glistening, coated with a thin layer of precum. My neighbor’s balls were huge, hanging low, swaying a bit.

My cock at this point was seriously about to burst. He asked if he could take my pants off. I said, “uh-huh!”

He stood me up then sat back down and without asking grabbed my shorts and pulled them down, whereupon my upward curved, hard, throbbing cock burst out. He grabbed it and used it to sit me down. “I would love it if you would kiss my cock.” I did not even hesitate; I moved my head down and kissed the head, and began planting little kisses all over. My left hand gripped my neighbor’s penis and I could feel his pulse. I squeezed his very warm, thick shaft and it would give just the tiniest bit. I lowered my head again and kissed the head of his cock, which was coated in precum…it felt slick, and warm and wet…there was no learning curve, I loved it from the start! I darted my tongue along his slit and tasted my neighbor’s precum – it was so warm and salty! When I raised my head to look at him and get some air, a string of precum went from my lower lip to his cock. I smiled and went back to work; I felt his hands on the back of my head and of course I’d seen plenty of porn and knew exactly what he wanted and I was his cock slave! I started bobbing up and down his thick shaft, taking both my hands and wrapping them around as well. “Gluurrkk!” I choked as his hands forced his daddy cock down my throat,” Glggergg!” Time ceased to exist. “Goddamn you slut!” my neighbor said loudly, “I cannot believe how good you are at this, fuck I’m gonna cum!” I knew what that meant but did not remove my lips and kept sliding up and down. He screamed, “Oh fuck! Fuuucckkk I’m cumming!” I felt his head expand in my mouth, which was so wide open I felt like you could fit a basketball! My right hand was massaging his balls, I felt them contract and a hot flood of salty jizz shot into my mouth and I swallowed instinctively. I loved everything about his hot sperm which quickly filled my mouth! I loved the taste, the texture, the feeling of his cock expanding and he pumped a seemingly endless supply of jizz into me! I can’t lie and say not a drop was wasted, yes, some leaked down his shaft covering my left hand, gripping his shaft tightly, while sliding up and down, matching each of his squirts. I could feel tears on my face but there was no sadness! He held my head on his delicious cock and I heard a high-pitched moaning – oh, that was me! Then he laughed and said, “Ok, ok…I’m really sensitive!” and gently lifted my head off his cock. I looked up to face him and I could tell my lips, chin, cheeks and neck were glazed with his semen. He was just smiling at me and I’m not afraid to say, at that moment I was in love with my neighbor daddy!

That was the beginning of easily the best summer of my life and I will be sharing more about the man who I came to call “Daddy”. I think I’ll relive the poker game he had; he bought me a sissy maid outfit and, well…I must stop I’m leaking!