Date: Tue, 2 Dec 2003 15:23:22 -0600
From: Mark Reid <mreid14@cox.net>
Subject: Summer School, Chapter 2

This story is a continuation of The Adventures of Pete Cordell (which can
be found in "Beginnings." It is the story of Pete's second great love, Mark
Bransen. This is a story of gay men performing consensual sex acts with
other gay men. If you are underage or if these stories violate the law
where you live, then please don't read. Also, if such acts disgust or
outrage you, then again, please don't read. Note that in these stories,
unsafe sex does occur, but only where all parties involved are HIV
negative, and know this because of regular testing (or they're virgins).
Every sexually active person, gay or straight, should be tested regularly
for HIV. Knowing your's and your partner's status can save your life!

My thanks to C.J. and Glynn for their careful editing.

Part 2

     I got home about 5:00, having stopped first at the store to pick up
some steaks and other items for dinner. I made the salad, wrapped the
potatoes in aluminum foil and placed them in the oven (I didn't turn the
oven on yet, however), and marinated the steaks. I then took a long shower,
thinking about my afternoon with Mark. As I washed my body, my dick got
hard thinking about that hot ass that I had just fucked. I started to jack
off, then thought better of it: after all, he would be here in just a
couple of hours. I finished my shower, dried off and, grabbing a beer out
of the refrigerator, went out into the backyard, where I collapsed, naked,
on a lounge chair by my pool.
     The pool was the reason that I had bought the house. The house itself
is a double shotgun in an area of town known as the Bywater. I got it at a
song a couple of years ago, because the area had not been re-discovered
yet. The house was in good shape, but the pool was incredible. It wasn't
large, but it was big enough to suit my needs. However, it was beautifully
landscaped, with banana trees and birds-of-paradise mixed in with hibiscus
and other tropical plants. Most importantly, there was a high fence around
the yard, providing me with privacy. I had originally thought the privacy
was total, but I found out differently a few weeks after I moved in. I was
cleaning house when I heard a knock on the door. Answering it, I found a
hot older man standing in my doorway, carrying a bottle of wine. "Hello,"
he said. "I'm Desmond. Welcome to the neighborhood." I introduced myself
and invited him in. We sat in the front parlor and started talking. After a
few minutes, he said, "I'm glad someone as handsome as you bought this
place. The last couple was hugely fat and homely. I never enjoyed watching
them by the pool."
     Stunned, I said, "What do you mean?"
     Grabbing my hand, he said, "Come outside and I'll show you." Leading
me out back, he pointed to my right, and said, "See. Look up there. That's
my house." I looked up, and sure enough, peeking through the banana trees,
I could just make out a second story of a house, with a wrought-iron
balcony on it. I was shocked.
     "So, you've been watching me sunning naked by my pool?" I asked.
     He grinned. "That, and you jacking off. You've got a really big dick,
don't you?"
     I laughed, "How can you tell that from that far away?"
     "Binoculars, dear boy," he said. "I apologize, but I've always been a
voyeur. You don't mind, do you?"
     I thought about it a minute. I had to admit, the idea was hot. "I
guess not. Did you come?"
     "Of course I did," he said." Who wouldn't, watching a blonde hairless
stud such as yourself fingering his butt while he jerked on that big dick?
You need to know, I don't like sex per se. Too messy. My favorite activity
is watching other people having it while I jack off."
     The thought was making my dick stiff. "I see," I said. "Would you like
to watch me now?"
     He blushed, but said, "Yes, please. I would enjoy it very much."
     I then proceeded to give my new neighbor a show. As he sat down in a
lounge chair, I slowly stripped my shirt off, playing with my hard nipples
all the while. I then slid my khakis down, exposing my boxers. As I started
rubbing my hard-on through my boxers, his breathing got harder and he
started rubbing what appeared to be a full basket. I then slid my boxers
down, and my dick went "Thwap" against my stomach. As I started stroking
it, Desmond groaned, and I said, "Desmond, why don't you take your clothes
off? I like to see the appreciation that my audience takes in me."
     "Do you mind?" he asked.
     "Not at all," I said, and he quickly disrobed. As I said before, he
was older, about 55, but his body looked like a man 20 years younger. His
chest was still perky, and he didn't have those rolls of loose flesh common
to men his age. And that dick! It was a monster, long and thick, with a
long foreskin that covered his head. Hanging below were two monster balls,
covered with gray hair, as was his chest and head. I reached forward to
grab it, and he slapped my hand away, saying, "Remember, I just like to
watch."
     "What a waste," I thought as I continued rubbing my body and stroking
my dick. I turned around and opened my cheeks wide, giving him a birds-eye
view of my pucker. He gasped, and I started running a finger up and down my
ass-crack. Putting it into my mouth, I moistened it and stuck it inside of
me. Looking between my legs, I could see that monster leaking pre-cum as I
finger-fucked myself. "God, this is hot!" I thought as my exhibitionistic
tendencies came to the fore. I continued fucking my butt with my finger,
adding one and then another, until I had three fingers sliding in and out
of my maw. From the groans coming from behind me, I knew he had to be
close. I turned around and started stroking for all I was worth. He cried
out, "I'm coming," and proceeded to lay ribbon after ribbon of cum on his
chest and stomach. This set me off, and I proceeded to come, leaving a huge
load on the paving stones under my feet. I watched as he came down, and
proceeded to collect his cum in his hand and lick it off. "God," he said,
"that was delightful!"
     "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Just being a good neighbor."
     He blushed, "Do you think we could do this again sometime?"
     I grinned, thinking of some dildos that I was sure he would enjoy
watching me play with. "Sure," I said.
     He grinned and started dressing. "Well, I really should be getting
back."
     "That's okay," I said. "Come back soon."
     After that, Desmond and I became close friends. He was a native, and
we spent many evenings with him regaling me with tales of Old New
Orleans. He also watched after my place when I went out of town, which was
a blessing as the crime rate was bad in our neighborhood for quite a
while. Periodically, we would repeat my performance, and as I expected, he
did enjoy me taking big dildos up my butt. We both enjoyed me being the
exhibitionist and he being the voyeur. As luck would have it, that first
winter bit my banana trees, and they died, removing any obstacles to his
view. I replaced them with lower-growing plants so that my friend could
watch my antics with an unimpeded view.
     Today, I looked up and, sure enough, there was Desmond, sitting on his
balcony, a glass of wine in his hand. I raised my beer in salute, and he
returned it, lifting his glass into the air. I fell back into the lounge
chair and lay there, enjoying the hot sun all over my naked body.

End of Part 2