It started when I was a kid. I grew up in London and we had a gay couple living next door to us. They had some great parties and I was always fascinated by the characters that went in and out of their house.
I remember sneaking out of my bedroom one night and spying through the window of my dad's study, where I could get a view into their window opposite. The first thing I saw was a naked man, standing in their kitchen, with another guy kneeling in front of him.
The man standing was older than the one on his knees. He had short, grey hair and a liberal spread of the same across his ample chest and round belly.
It was obvious what they were doing, and the look on the older guy's face made it plain he was enjoying it. The younger man's head was moving slowly as he took his time with the cock in his mouth.
As I watched, I could feel my own dick getting harder, tenting the front of my pajamas. It was about then that I heard my older brother moving about in his bedroom and I tore back to my room as quickly as I could - whilst cupping a raging hard-on and trying to be quiet.
I wanked like crazy that night, but the odd thing was, I never once wanted to be the guy standing up and getting sucked. In my fantasies, I was always the younger one, on my knees in front of a beautiful, hard cock, licking, sucking and swallowing the hot cum, bringing my man to a climax as he fucked my face.
Anyway, it stayed like that for a long while, just fantasies, until one weekend when my brother was on holiday with his mates and my parents had gone away to visit friends.
George, the older guy I had seen in the kitchen, was in his garden as my parents were leaving and giving me the usual admonishments about looking after the house. When they had gone, he looked over the wall that separated the gardens and said, "I'm having a bit of a party tonight, you're welcome to come over if you're bored."
My mind immediately went to that night and what I saw in the kitchen... and the many times I had climaxed imagining myself on my knees, taking cock in my mouth and bum at one of George's parties. "Sounds great!" I said, terrified but feeling myself harden already. "What time?"
"About nine is good." He replied. "Dress casual."
Oh yeah I thought, casual. Casual shorts with an elastic waste and a t-shirt - right over the camisole and french knickers I had bought last month that I lay in bed, wanking in most nights!
Then I thought, they'll need a wash.
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