What you're about to read is a story about a man who has made me more horny than any guy my age. I'm not usually so attracted to older men, but this man has seriously gotten me aroused over the years. I literally wrote out my fantasies, so there's no sugar coating her! Be prepared to hear some of my kinks if you decide to read! The first 3 Part's of this actually happened! I wish the rest would..
Anyways, this is my first story so be nice! Here's Part 1. The rest to come soon. Tell me what you think!
The sound of the lawnmower distracted me as I tried to study for finals. I was wrapping up freshman year of college and I was swamped with work. It was a hot summer day and the AC was broken so we had virtually every window in the house open. I was anticipating this study session given I needed peace and quiet to work and I would be home alone for at least 4 hours. However, the Landscaping crew had just arrived to do our lawn, thus my “peaceful” study session had gone out the window. I chewed at the back of my pencil as I attempted to focus. I flipped through pages and became increasingly weary of the subject matter. Then, there was a knock at the back door.
My neighbor, Sandro, was the owner of the Landscaping company. He lived about 2 houses down and was married with 2 children. He was a tall, burly Italian man about the age of 47. He had very dark skin and very short brown hair that had just begun receding. He wasn’t very muscular but was big boned and slightly husky. His presence seemed sort of menacing due to his stature. He was very hairy, but had no facial hair. As I opened the door and greeted him he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“If it isn’t any trouble, could I just get a glass of water? I’m dying out here,” he said with a grin.
“Sure,” I responded as I pulled a water bottle from the fridge.
He stood in the doorway, leaning with his arm up against the doorframe as he waited. I approached him with the water bottle and noticed his hairy armpits. I’d always found hair on a mans body sexy. The quintessence of a man had always turned me on, and he literally embodied the meaning of a “manly man”. As I handed him the water bottle, I didn’t lift my eyes from his sweaty pits. He took the water bottle and put his arm back down.
“Thanks, bud,” he exclaimed, and retreated back to the yard.
By now there was no way I could go back to studying. He had enticed me and my mind was roaming. I had fantasized about him on rare occasions based on glances I got of him when he was over our house drinking a beer and watching the game with my dad, but I’d never really interacted with him in this manner. Seeing him sweaty and scantily clad in just a loose tank top and tight jean shorts turned me on. I sat at the table, still, but rather than focus on my work, I was focused on him. I gazed at him out the window as he worked meticulously on the lawn.
There was a rattling at the front door, and my father walked in.
“Hey Chad, studying?” he said to me.
“Yep,” I replied with a bland tone.
He made his way into the kitchen with a few bags and placed them on the counter. He glanced out the window and saw Sandro collecting his tools in the back yard. He opened the back door and yelled for him. “Whatsuuuuup!” Sandro shouted back as he piled his last piece of machinery into the truck. His men had all moved on to the next house but he ran up the back steps to the door.
He slapped my father’s hand and shook it. They both smiled as they greeted each other.
“Whats going on Sandro, haven’t seen ya’ in a while,” my Dad said.
“Yeah, yeah; been real busy with work, and the wife and kids,” Sandro replied.
“Yeah.... well if you’ve got some time, maybe you’d like to stop by some time soon to watch the game and have a few beers,” my Dad suggested.
“Let’s see,” Sandro answered as he worked some things out in his head.
“I’m free tomorrow. What time should I head over?”
My Dad thought a bit and responded, “Well the game starts at about 7:30 so you should probably get here at like 6 so we can go in the hot tub first, if you’d like.”
“Sure, sounds great,” Sandro said with a smirk, “See you then!”
“Alright, see ya’ later,” my Dad responded.
Sandro headed back down the steps and around the house where he reunited with his men.
I couldn’t help but beam at the idea of Sandro shirtless in the hot tub. I was certainly looking forward to tomorrow.
TO BE CONTINUED