Virgin No More

My neighbor has been hitting on me for a couple of years now. I think in his fifty's, or so. I knew he was gay, so I use to call him on the phone and pleasure myself while talking to him. He did not know who it was at the time, but loved to talk to me anyway. He later found out that it was me. He said, "I now know it's you calling me and I can't wait to make love to you." I was so nervous, but took off running. He was close to my parents and knew they would be gone for the weekend. He knocked on the door, then just came right in and took off all his clothes. I was so nervous and aroused when I saw him. He said, "Now, instead of you just pleasuring yourself on the phone, we are going to do the real thing." He made me take off all my clothes and start giving him oral. Then, we had sex. He made me walk around naked for next couple of hours, and then we did it again; this time it was longer. This man calls me his little sex boy. He knows I would never want my parents to find out I am gay, so he has sex with me whenever he wants. And, only with him. I can't wait for this weekend. I love to walk around after sex with him still in the house. It's a big turn on for me.

— Luke, 39