When I left for work the following morning, I found myself sneaking glances at George's house. Was he still in bed, making the most of his Saturday by sleeping late? 

Or was he already in his kitchen, sipping coffee? Was he thinking of what we'd done last night? 

As for me, I couldn't stop thinking about it. During the drive into town, I kept recalling every detail of that amazing blowjob. I grew hard, my erection straining at my pants even as shame tinged the memory of George sucking me off.

I wasn't supposed to be attracted to my much older, male neighbor. I wasn't supposed to be turned on by the thought of his lips circling my cock. After all, Ben had acted disgusted when I gave him a playful kiss. So disgusted that he immediately ended our friendship.

But George acted like taking my dick in his mouth was the most natural thing in the world. And he'd been married for decades to a woman he had deeply loved, and still grieved. They had a son who was about ten years older than me.

Last night, George said he just wanted to make me feel good. And he made me feel fucking incredible! But maybe that's all it was. He was alone, and so was I. And since I'd been stupid enough to masturbate in my backyard, he knew I was horny, just as he was.

I didn't need to make a big deal out of it. There was no sense in getting all caught up in my thoughts and wondering if my experience with George had some deeper meaning. I was pretty sure he hadn't lost any sleep over it.

By the time I pulled into the grocery store parking lot, my erection had faded, and I'd managed to shrug off my guilt. In fact, I felt lighter than I had in weeks.

Doris, a cashier old enough to be my grandmother, commented on my good mood. "Looks like someone had a fun Friday night!" she said while I stood at the ready to bag groceries. The way I blushed made her tease me even more.

"Doris," I finally said, "how could you suggest such a thing? I've made no secret of my feelings for you." Placing a hand on my chest, I dramatically added, "Yet you reject my declarations of love at every turn."

"Pshaw!" Doris gave me a dismissive wave as she laughed. "What a charmer you are! You'll be a heartbreaker for sure."

Not a chance, I was tempted to reply, but I merely winked at her and said, "One of these days, you'll realize we're meant to be."

I didn't allow myself to think of George during the hours that followed for fear of how my body would respond. But once I clocked out later that afternoon, I was anxious to get home. With any luck, I'd spot my neighbor in his yard. Maybe we could make plans to help each other out again. 

When I pulled into my driveway, I saw Mom's car parked outside, in the shade of a large oak tree. Looking over at George's place, I was disappointed to find that his truck was gone.

As I stepped into our living room, I saw Mom on the couch. She was watching some old movie on television. 

"Hey, sweetie," she greeted me with a smile. "How was work?"

"Good." I went to sit next to her. "And did you have fun last night?"

"It was nice to go out and let my hair down, you know?" Mom planted a foot on the edge of the coffee table. "I drank a little, danced a little..." 

I searched her face, looking for evidence that she'd met someone. "I bet you had to chase the guys away with a stick."

That made her laugh. "Not quite, Sawyer." Giving my knee a playful pat, she said, "I'm going to make barbecue chicken for dinner. Sound good?"

"Sounds fantastic."

After taking a shower, I helped Mom in the kitchen. Every time I passed a window which faced George's house, I hoped to catch sight of him, but his property was quiet and still.

As Mom and I ate dinner, I let her do most of the talking. I made a point to listen attentively, even when she described the tedious tasks that would be waiting for her when she returned to the office Monday. 

"By the way, I'll be late coming home on Tuesday," she said. "Everyone in our department will be going out to dinner to celebrate June's retirement."

That was perfect, I told myself. With Mom spending another evening in town, I'd be able to slip over to George's. 

Of course, that was assuming he wanted me to. But I couldn't wait until Tuesday to find out. No, I'd be sneaking out to see him tonight.

Once Mom and I had finished our meal and tidied up the kitchen, we ended up in the living room again, in front of the TV. As much as I tried to focus on the sitcom rerun Mom chose, that familiar restlessness worked its way under my skin. I kept glancing at the clock on the wall, willing the hour hand to move faster. 

At nine, Mom said she wanted to watch the Saturday night movie. When she offered to make popcorn for us, I faked a big yawn.

"You know, I'm kinda beat," I said. "I think I'm gonna turn in early."

The smile she gave me couldn't hide her disappointment, and I felt a twinge of guilt for leaving her on her own. 

"Sleep well," she said before planting a kiss on my cheek.

Down the hall, in the main bathroom, I brushed my teeth and ran a comb through my hair. I was wearing my nicest pair of jeans, along with a polo shirt. Opening the medicine cabinet door, I looked for the small bottle of expensive cologne Dad had left behind. I was careful to use just a little.

I spent the next thirty minutes in the darkness of my bedroom, listening to the radio. My window was open, and I knew from past experience that I'd have no trouble sneaking outside. I also knew Mom wouldn't knock on my closed door as long as she thought I was asleep.

Once I was certain enough time had passed, I climbed through the window. A filmy strand of clouds stole some of the moon's brightness, and I was glad for the heavier shadows as I made my way to George's backyard.

Even though I was a little nervous about showing up uninvited, my dick started stiffening in my jeans before I reached the porch steps. I knew George was home, as I'd spotted his truck when I peeked through the living room curtains earlier. Now, a couple of windows were illuminated in the house.

Of course, I'd been inside it before, so I knew the back door opened onto the kitchen. Lifting my hand, I hesitated, wondering how hard I should knock. While I wanted to make sure he heard me, I didn't want to be obnoxious about it.

I decided knocking firmly three times should do the trick. As I waited, my anxiety increased until I felt it tightening my throat. In desperation, I coughed and sucked in a deep breath.

I sensed George's approach from the other side of the door. Somehow, I managed not to look like I was choking on his porch when he opened up. 

The kitchen itself was dark, but the adjoining living room provided a little bit of light. George stood before me in silhouette. He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. 

"Hello, Sawyer." 

I heard the smile in his voice. It sounded like he'd been expecting me. I was about to ask if I could come in when he opened the door wider. 

"Your mom gone again?" he asked after I'd entered the kitchen. 

"She's home," I said, "but she doesn't know I'm over here. She thinks I went to bed early."

George closed the door behind me. Now that I was with him, I discovered I was flustered, unsure of what to do. 

"I hope it's okay that I just showed up like this," I began. "I wanted to..." 

Damn, I couldn't just come out and say it!

George must have detected my helplessness, because I could make out his amused grin. 

"What did you want to do?" he asked. We were facing each other now, and as I took another deep breath, I discovered he smelled clean, like soap and a fresh shower. "Come on, you can tell me."

His good-natured teasing made me brave. Stepping even closer, I pressed my palm against his belly, just above his shorts. He made a sound like a sigh when I touched him.

Sliding my hand lower, I whispered, "This is what I want."

Then I grazed the outline of his dick with my fingers. Though he wasn't yet hard, I discovered the man was huge even when soft. I couldn't hide my shock as I explored his length through the thin fabric of those shorts.

"Jesus," was all I could say.

"You like that?" His tone made it clear he was pleased by my reaction.

"Yeah." I was breathing faster, my own dick uncomfortably stiff in my jeans. 

George leaned into my touch. His face was just inches from mine. For a second, I thought he might kiss me.

"Come on into the living room," he said, "where we'll be more comfortable."

I eagerly followed him, then waited until he told me to have a seat on the couch. A single lamp glowed, and the television was on the same station my mom was watching right next door. I noticed the living room looked the same as it had when Faye, George's late wife, was alive. Her porcelain figurines were still in a glass cabinet affixed to the wall.

George strolled over to one window, and then the other, making sure the curtains were closed tight. I took the opportunity to study his half-naked body. When he turned to the side, I could see his erection tenting his shorts.

"Where are my manners?" he said. "Would you like a drink, Sawyer?"

My mouth was a little dry, but I didn't want to waste time asking him to get me a soda. "I'm good, thanks." 

George caught me adjusting my cock in my jeans. Making his way toward me, he said, "As nice as you look in that outfit, I want you out of it."

I didn't hesitate to pull my shirt over my head. George sat down next to me, and I couldn't help but notice how much more chest hair he had. His legs were hairy, too. I wanted to feel that coarseness against my palm.

I was pulling my belt from its loops when George reached for the remote and turned off the television. The sudden absence of background noise made my breathing sound even louder.

He leaned back against the couch, his hand resting on his groin. Slowly, he started fondling his dick while keeping his stare fixed on me.

I was quick to strip out of the rest of my clothes. There was nothing graceful about the way I hopped up from the couch to take off my sneakers and socks before yanking down my jeans, along with my briefs. By this point, my cock was rock-hard and pointing toward the ceiling.

Standing there naked in front of George, I could sense his hunger. That bulge in his shorts kept growing as he swept his gaze over every inch of my body. 

"Now you," I told him, no longer able to control myself. He raised his eyebrows.

"You're that eager to see it, huh?" He grasped his dick and gave it a squeeze. "You planning to help me out tonight?"

While I didn't know just how George would want me to help him out, I vehemently nodded.

"Alright then." After climbing to his feet, George lowered his shorts in a swift movement. I immediately learned he hadn't bothered with underwear.

I also discovered that unlike me, he wasn't circumcised. And his dick was indeed massive, at least by my standards. He had to be well over eight inches. And God, he was thick! His balls were hairy, just like the rest of him. He cupped them while playing with his cock.

I made no effort to hide my curiosity over the way his foreskin moved. It was pulled back to reveal his prominent cockhead. The skin there was shiny and moist. 

George released a faint moan, and that sound encouraged me to take hold of my own dick. As I stroked, my face took on a heat that was almost uncomfortable in the warm room. God, I was worked up!

But it was George who closed the remaining distance between us. I started at the feel of his cock brushing against mine. At that moment, it didn't matter that he was so much bigger, and for his part, he did nothing to make me feel inadequate. He seemed to crave this contact as much as I did.

I let out a high-pitched whimper when George lined his dick up with mine so he could stroke us both at the same time. Whatever he saw on my face made him smile.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" he asked, looking from me to our cocks and then back at me again. 

I understood he wanted me to talk, and up to that point, I hadn't said much. Now, I sucked in a breath through my teeth before I blurted out, "I love feeling you against my dick. You're so big and hard!"

I expected him to laugh, because I sounded like an idiot, out of my mind with horniness. But George started gently thrusting his hips, sliding his erection along the length of mine. His fingers applied the perfect amount of pressure, and he moved at a leisurely pace. 

This already had my precum flowing. George swept some of it up with the pad of his thumb, then brought it to his mouth. 

I was breathing too fast again, my balls pulling up tight. George must have read the signs; he released our cocks but didn't step away. Instead, he lifted his hands and brushed his fingertips against my nipples.

My gasp was loud, and I actually shivered from his touch. It made me feel weirdly vulnerable to have my nipples caressed. 

"That okay?" George asked, eyebrows raised. He was tentative now, barely grazing those hard peaks.

I hesitated just a second, then nodded. "Yeah, I... I like the way it feels."

"Good. Now tell me if you like this." He leaned forward to kiss my neck. His mouth traveled lower, over my collarbone and downward to my chest.

The moment he licked my left nipple, a jolt went through me. "Ah, yes!" I groaned. My arms moved of their own will to circle around George. Cries escaped me as I held his head to my chest. It was strange, how intimate this felt. Even more intimate than last night's blowjob. Part of me wanted to withdraw a bit, just to put some space between us, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not when George's mouth felt so fucking incredible!

Finally, he stood upright. His hair was a bit tousled from my fingers. Cupping a hand against the back of my neck, he gave me a surprisingly intense stare. 

"You don't need to hide what makes you feel good," he said. "You don't need to hide anything here. Not with me."

Those words, more than anything else he'd said and done up to that point, made me want to kiss him. Clumsily, I lunged forward, seeking out his lips.

At the very last instant, I lost my nerve. In the back of my mind, I recalled Ben's disgust. Anxiety made me turn my head just a little, so my kiss landed at the corner of George's mouth.

But he wasn't having it. His hand slid up into my hair; he was tender while grasping those strands. Then he held me in place while pressing his lips to mine.

Our first kiss was wild, with no restraint. I swore I could taste George's need in it. His cock bobbed against mine while our tongues engaged in their own dance. I couldn't imagine kissing a girl this way, especially not for the first time, but with George, it felt right.

It felt perfect.

When he eventually withdrew, I reached for him again. "Let me suck your cock," I said through shallow breaths. "I can't promise I'll be any good at it, but I at least want to try."

I caught his smile just before I sank down onto the carpet. George's dick was as hard as ever, the length lined with veins. I'd be lying if I claimed I wasn't intimidated by his size. 

"Take it slow," he said. "Just do what feels comfortable."

Leaning closer, I gave his cockhead a lick. I tasted salt, and I breathed in his scent. I took hold of his shaft with both hands, then slid his glans along my bottom lip. George moaned in response. 

"You're teasing me," he said. When I snapped my head up to search his face, he grinned. "I don't mind."

I kept my eyes locked with his while taking his tip in my mouth. I liked the way it felt against my tongue. Staying mindful of my teeth, I guided my lips a little farther down his shaft. 

"That feels so good," he sighed. 

As if suddenly remembering their purpose, my hands began stroking him. My mouth already felt stretched from George's girth, and it wasn't long before his cockhead was at my throat. 

Pulling off, I studied his erection, the top part of which was coated in my spit. I played with his foreskin, always remaining gentle. I appreciated the fact that George was vocal, so I quickly learned what he enjoyed. 

And the man loved it when I turned my attention to his sac. My eyes fluttered closed with my own pleasure while I kissed and licked his balls. 

"That's perfect, Sawyer! Yes, yes, suck on them!"

I sensed his muscles tighten, as if he was holding back. It was an absolute rush, knowing I'd excited him. My tongue traveled from his balls to the underside of his dick. I licked the entire length before taking his tip in my mouth again. 

It required concentration, being careful with my teeth while trying to suck that massive rod. I was sure he swelled even more between my lips. His hips gave the slightest thrust, and that was when I understood he was definitely trying to control himself.

But I wanted to please him so much that he lost all control. More determined than ever, I worked my lips farther down his shaft. My eyes widened as inch after inch disappeared into my mouth.

"Jesus Christ!" George's voice was strained. 

His tip pushed deeper into my throat. I was surprised I had only the faintest urge to gag. Even when his pubic hair tickled my nose, and my airway was blocked, I didn't struggle. I felt as if I was being stretched open; I thought of a snake trying to swallow prey that was thicker than its body. I knew if I lifted my fingers to my throat, I'd feel the bulge there.

George gasped and groaned. I'd rested my palms on his thighs, and I felt him trembling beneath my touch. 

"My God, Sawyer! Ah, fuck!" His hands were in my hair, but he was so careful not to move.

I finally had to pull off in order to draw in a breath. Though my eyes watered and my throat ached a little, the discomfort was nothing compared to my elation at having deepthroated George during my first blowjob.

"You took every inch!" He stared down at me in astonishment.

I didn't try to hide my grin. "Maybe I'll be good at giving blowjobs, after all."

"What do you mean, will be? You're already a natural!"

When I moved to take him in my mouth again, he placed a hand on my cheek. The unexpected gesture prompted me to meet his eyes.

"There's something I want to try with you." As George spoke, his fingers were busy stroking my skin. "Do you trust me?"

I was pretty sure I did. After all, he'd given me permission to be honest about my desires. I knew he'd keep my secret.

And even if I hadn't fully trusted him, what else could I do but turn my head and brush my lips against his palm?

I let George guide me to my feet. With our hard cocks between us, we shared another kiss, slower this time. I relaxed into his touch, moaning as he worked his fingers through my hair. His tongue was almost teasing while grazing mine. 

When he broke the kiss, we were both breathing faster. "Wait right here," he told me.

I watched him stride from the living room and disappear down the dark hallway. It was all I could do to resist stroking my cock, but I resolved to wait, just as George asked me to.

He quickly returned, carrying a folded towel and a small jar of Vaseline. Though I was a virgin and had been completely inexperienced until last night, I knew enough to be nervous. My mouth grew dry at the sight of George draping that towel over the couch's arm, and one of the cushions. He placed the petroleum jelly on a nearby table. His huge dick remained erect the entire time. 

Finally, he turned toward me. "Come here." His voice was quiet.

I took a tentative step forward, then halted. "I'm..." My stare darted all around the room. "I don't think I'm ready," I managed to say.

George said my name in that gentle tone I was now familiar with. Our eyes met, and he offered a smile while extending his hand.

"I won't do anything to hurt you," he assured me. "And I promise I'll never pressure you into something you aren't comfortable with."

It was then that I realized I did trust him. My own smile was relieved, a little sheepish, as I closed the distance between us.

Without protest, I allowed George to position me so that I was leaning forward, braced against the couch arm and with my ass thrust in his direction. Despite my earlier anxiety, my dick was still fully hard.

He briefly massaged my shoulders before trailing his fingertips along my spine. Reaching my buttocks, he gave my flesh a squeeze.

"You're lean everywhere but here," George said. "This ass of yours is so damn sexy. And you wear those tight jeans to show it off, don't you?"

I had no idea my ass could be considered sexy. It was a good thing I was facing away from George and he couldn't see my expression, or he would have realized just how much his words thrilled me.

Already more confident, I said, "I had to get your attention somehow."

"Oh, you certainly did." He delivered a playful pat to my cheeks, nowhere near hard enough to be a slap. Turning my head a little, I noticed him sinking to his knees behind me.

My brow furrowed in confusion, but I remained relaxed even when George moved my legs farther apart and then spread my buttocks. Seconds later, I felt his warm breath against my hole. 

The sensation of his tongue sweeping over my flesh made me release a shocked cry. 

"Is this okay?" George asked softly.

I was self-conscious, with every detail of my ass fully on display. But I didn't want him to stop, so I told him yes.

He gave me another lick before brushing his lips over my left buttock, and then my right. His fingers continued kneading my skin. 

The moment he buried his face in my ass, my dick gave a violent twitch. George was kissing my hole, prodding it with his tongue tip, and the pleasure was so intense that my knees tried to buckle.

"Oh my God!" I held onto the couch with a frantic grip. In all my dirty fantasies about Ben, I'd never imagined us doing this!

At first, I was tense, with my puckered hole clenched tight. George caressed it with a fingertip but didn't try to penetrate me. His gentle touch relaxed my muscles until I slowly opened to him. 

"That's it," he said. "Let me in."

He managed to work just a little of his tongue inside me, and I couldn't resist pressing my ass more firmly against him. It astonished me, how amazing his mouth felt. I'd fingered my hole a few times in previous guilt-filled explorations, but I never experienced this kind of bliss. 

George rubbed my perineum, applying just the right amount of pressure. This was another new sensation for me, and I was soon whimpering with need. Though my dick was so hard it hurt, George didn't try to stroke me. He must have known I would come the second he did.

He enjoyed my ass for several more minutes before climbing to his feet. I tried not to tense up yet again when he retrieved the Vaseline from the table. His hand was firm against my back, pressing me farther downward. Now, I was draped over the couch arm, just like that towel he'd put down earlier.

As tender as ever, George smeared petroleum jelly over my tight hole and the surrounding skin. I was pretty sure he applied some to his cock, too. 

I held my breath and waited. George placed his dick between my buttocks; I felt the heat of it against my asshole. Then he grabbed my cheeks, pressing them around his erection. 

Now that I realized what he intended to do, I whimpered from my excitement. He gave a thrust, driving his dick between my fleshy butt cheeks. Each time he pumped his hips, I was rewarded with the sensation of his cock caressing my hole. 

"Fuck, that feels good!" I choked out.

"I'll find all kinds of ways to enjoy your ass," he promised. 

George had been smart to put down a towel, because my precum would have made a mess on his couch otherwise. He was soon thrusting harder, faster, as if we were truly fucking. The sound of his heavy, uneven breaths let me know he was getting closer to release.

I lowered my head and smiled, taking my own intense pleasure in the fact that I was going to make him come. His dick moved back and forth, sliding effortlessly over my hole. Part of me was tempted to beg him to put it inside me, but another part knew I wasn't ready. And George knew that, too.

Besides, he seemed plenty aroused from using my ass in this way. "Gonna come for you!" he said.

"Yes!" I urged. "I want it all over me!"

George's grip on my ass was tight, almost painful, but I ached for it. I heard his strangled cry as he gave a final, hard thrust. An instant later, hot semen spurted onto my lower back, and then midway up my spine. I moaned throughout his orgasm, my own arousal so strong that it seemed my entire body pulsed with it. 

Once George was finished, he reached for me, and I let him draw me upward until my back was pressed to his front, with his cum smeared on our skin. He held me to him with one hand, and with the other, he took hold of my dick. 

"Please!" I begged. 

Remnants of petroleum jelly served as a fantastic lubricant while George jerked me off. Though his touch wasn't rough, it proved to be relentless, and as turned on as I was, I didn't have a chance of lasting.

It was the feel of his lips at my neck that sent me over. I shuddered in his embrace, my semen shooting forth to rain down on the towel. 

"That's it, come for me!" George's hand kept working at my cock, determined to drain me of every drop. I loved the way he took control, as if I belonged to him at that moment.

My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, and I leaned back against him, my dick still twitching in his grasp. He planted another kiss on my neck. 

"You smell good," he whispered, then licked my skin. "And you taste even better."

I laughed, still trying to recover from my powerful orgasm. Turning my head, I managed to offer enough of my mouth for him to press his lips to mine. His embrace tightened just a little around me before he withdrew.

"We're both a mess," he said. "Come on, let's get cleaned up."

He grabbed the soiled towel from the couch, then led me down the hall. In the main bathroom, I stood with my back to him so he could slide a wet washcloth over my skin. A moan of contentment emerged from my throat as he wiped me clean.

Afterward, George left me to finish washing up while he used the half bath that adjoined the master bedroom. Naked in front of the sink, I splashed water on my face, which was still flushed. Now that my dick was soft, I was able to relieve myself.

Minutes later, I rejoined George in the living room. He looked plenty comfortable on the couch, wearing only his shorts. When I started to gather my clothes, he leaned forward.

"You don't need to run off just yet," he told me. "Unless you want to."

Immediately, I stopped what I was doing. Straightening up, I flashed him a smile. "I'd like to stay."

While he went to get a beer for himself and a soda for me, I pulled on my underwear. Part of me had feared things would be weird between me and George after what we'd just done, but he seemed completely at ease. If anything, he appeared even more relaxed as we sat next to each other on the couch.

He took several swallows from his beer bottle, then let out a satisfied sigh. I kept sneaking shy glances at his profile. He'd combed his hair, so it was no longer mussed from my fingers. His broad shoulders looked free of tension.

"Can I ask you something?" I said before I lost my nerve.

George turned to me, eyebrows raised expectantly. "Sure, ask away."

I took a sip of soda, then burped quietly behind my hand. All the while, I wondered how best to phrase my question. 

"What we did tonight..." I squirmed a little, fearing I'd make him defensive if I continued. But continue I did, because my curiosity was eating me alive. "Where did you learn to do that stuff?"

George merely chuckled at my nosiness. "Before I got married, I had a friend—a male friend—and we fooled around some. We were just scratching an itch, so to speak, since both of us were single at that time. It didn't really mean anything beyond sex." His gaze grew a little distant as he spoke, and I knew he was recalling those past experiences. "He taught me a thing or two. I quickly learned what I enjoyed, and also what he enjoyed. But when I met Faye, that put an end to fooling around with my friend." At the mention of his wife, his expression grew solemn. "I never once thought about straying after she and I became a couple. She was all I needed."

I had no idea how I could soothe his pain at that moment. All I knew was that words wouldn't be enough. So I covered his hand with mine. 

George looked down at our interlaced fingers, a faint smile on his lips. "Thinking back on it now," he said, "I'm surprised at how easy it was with my friend. Neither of us felt ashamed or believed we were doing anything wrong."

Again, the painful memory of Ben's rejection pushed into my mind. George must have heard my heavy sigh, because he gave my hand a squeeze. 

"Want to tell me what's bothering you?" he asked.

I couldn't stop myself from confessing everything: my attraction to Ben, and my stupid impulse to kiss him. Tears burned my eyes as I recounted the way Ben shunned me.

Angrily, I wiped at my damp cheeks with my free hand. "I was such a fucking idiot."

"Hey, enough of that." George's voice was as gentle as his touch while he pulled me closer. "You need to stop torturing yourself over what happened, Sawyer. The fact that he let a quick kiss destroy your friendship says a lot more about him than you."

I welcomed the weight of his arm on my shoulders. His warmth was a comfort I never wanted to leave. Simply sharing my secret, and being assured I wasn't an awful person, filled me with relief and gratitude. Looking at George, I whispered, "Thank you."

"I'm sorry you've been carrying this burden." Those gorgeous blue eyes of his were filled with such compassion that I thought I might start crying again. 

"You've made me feel a lot better." A smile danced on my lips as I added, "I'm glad you caught me jerking off last night."

That made him throw his head back and laugh. "You've made me feel a lot better, too."

Though I wished I could stay, a glance at the clock on the wall told me it was getting late, and I'd been raised not to wear out my welcome. But before I stood to put on my clothes, I gave George a deep kiss that made him moan. I fought the urge to stroke his cock through his shorts.

As casually as I could, I said, "Mom's going to be out late on Tuesday. Her department is having a retirement dinner for a coworker. So..." I traced my fingertips along George's thigh. "I could come over after I get off work. I mean, if you want me to."

"Of course I do." Leaning even closer, he nuzzled my neck with his lips. "And when you do, I'll let you play with my ass. I mean, if you want to."

Those words caused my dick to stiffen even as anxious flutters started in my stomach. I made George laugh even harder when I blurted out, "You bet your sexy ass I do!"