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The Blonde Next Door, Part 1

by Tony81


I'm a 27-year-old journeyman welder, working for a large contractor. I often have jobs in other cities doing contract work. This last summer I was sent to a large city several hundred miles from my hometown. They (the company I work for) put me up in a small apartment instead of the usual motel, since I would be there a couple of months.

It was a small out of the way apartment complex with ten one-story, semi-furnished studio apartments on a small lake. I was in the second apartment from the end and, while I was unloading my pick up one day, a car pulled in along side mine. A young blonde kid got out. He looked to be in his early 20s, at least six feet tall and slender, but not skinny. Even though he was several feet away, I noticed his bright blue eyes and a smooth beardless face.

He said hi with a nice inviting smile and I responded in kind. I could tell he was looking me up and down as I was wearing a tight fitting ribbed tank and old faded Levi's. I'm 5'10" and weigh 170, with a 32" waist and 46" chest and can pump my biceps to 17". I have dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm clean-shaven and have a small but dark treasure trail leading to a dark trim bush. I shave everything else, except my armpits.

I was giving him a good look myself and noticed the outline of a semi-hard cock in the shorts he was wearing and a nice round butt as he went through the door of the place next to mine.

After I got unloaded, it was evening, so I went to find a grocery store. I did a little cruising along the way and found an adult bookstore. No big scores, but the place had a large selection of gay videos and magazines. I picked up a couple of magazines and a video that looked good and headed for a grocery store.

It was 11:30 at night when I got back to the apartment. I locked the front door and shucked off my Levi's to parade around in my tank and blue cotton bikini Jockeys. The living room had a huge picture window looking out over the lake and a large common backyard leading to the lake. I closed the blinds to the window then settled into the couch to get stoned and watch the porn I had just bought.

I was well on my way to a hot session of masturbation when I thought I could hear somebody talking in the apartment next to me, where the blonde kid lived. I turned down the volume on my television, and put my ear to the wall. I was only wearing my tank and had my thick 8-inch boner, well-lubed and jackin’, as I listened.

At first I though he was having sex with someone. There was a lot of, "ahhhhhhh…ohhhhhhhh…..yeah dude, suck that cock, ahhhhhh yeaaahhh, eat my cum.” That kind of thing. Then there was silence.

Then "Hey dude, what's your name? Cool, my name's Cory. I like to suck big jock dicks and get fucked. Dude, how about you?" Then I knew he was doing phone sex. As I listened I was jackin’ my cock and picturing what he was doing to himself as it was starting to sound like he was really getting into it.

Then I got an idea. There were partitions between each one of the apartments out back and his was on the end, and on the other side of his place was just trees. So I put on a pair of sweat pants real quick and snuck out the back door, being real quiet. It was a hot summer night, and the warm air on my exposed skin felt very sensual. There was about a one-inch gap between the bottom of the window and the blinds, so I squatted down to look into his living room.

There he was on the couch on the opposite side of the room. I was almost even with him facing the same direction, so there wasn't much chance of him seeing me. I stood up just long enough to look around and check for privacy, then pull down my sweats and squatted back down with my legs spread wide. He was totally naked with his legs also spread wide, one foot on the back of the couch, the other on the coffee table by the couch. He had the phone wedged between his head and shoulder. One hand was between his legs; his fingers buried deep in the crack of his ass. The other hand was stroking his cock. It seemed dark and thick for the light skin of his slender, hairless body.

I was busy beating my own dick as I watched this blonde Eros pull his finger out of his tight little fuck hole and reach for something on the floor. He picked up a bottle of poppers and carefully took two deep hits, then jacked his cock some more as he talked on the phone. I was wishing that I were in there with him as I watched him reach down again and pick up a dildo and a bottle of lube. He smeared lube on the seven-inch, lifelike cock, then spread his legs wider and placed the head of the fake dick in his crack till he found his fuck hole.

I could only hear mumbled talk and couldn't make out what he was saying to the dude on the other end of the line. I watched his slender but well-defined body as he tensed up, then let out a loud moan as he slowly slid the tip of the invader in. He held it there for an instant, then let out another moan and deeper it went. It wasn't long before he had pushed the dildo as deep as it could go.

I could hear his muffled talk as he reached for more poppers. I was carefully caressing my cock as pre-cum oozed out onto the concrete, and timing myself so as not to explode too soon.

I don't know how much he had used the dildo before, but I would have guessed not much. He was beating his cock and working the dildo in and out, and I could tell he was getting close to cumming. Sure enough, he reached for more poppers and after a couple of more healthy hits, his thick, boned up cock that was lying against his smooth six pack, began to twitch. Before he could grab a hold of the shaft, I could actually see his purplish-red mushroom head swell and start spewing his hot, white jism out the piss slit and onto his belly. I could hear him moan as he grabbed his cock and jerked three long strings of his hot cum on his chest, and even some of it hitting him in the face. He continued to slowly jerk the remaining seed out of his balls, as the pools on his belly began to run down his side and on the couch.

It was all I could do not to keep from shooting myself. He hung up the phone then, and with a sigh, slowly withdrew the dildo from his butt. I pulled up my sweats and quickly and quietly snuck back to my apartment and went right to the wall next to my blonde buddy and began jacking my cock.

As I watched the porn flick still playing in my VCR I began to moan loud enough that I knew he would hear me. As I began to cum, I let out a couple of loud grunts and shot my seed into the palm of my hand, as I often do when I'm alone, so I can at least have a taste of my juice or rub it into my pecs and belly. I wanted him to know I was doing the same thing he was. I couldn't wait to meet up with him and make my next move on this young stud.

To be continued…

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