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The porch creaks and groans as sweat beads on Lee's neck under the scorching summer sun. He opens the front door and steps inside, seeking relief from the August heat. Hanging his hat on the peg and tossing his keys on the entry table, his shoes squeak on the linoleum floor as he makes his way to the kitchen.
A persistent itch has been crawling under his skin all day, simmering low in his groin. He craves a drink.
Pouring himself a cup of tea from the pitcher, he slumps against the counter, his gaze unfocused as he peers through the short sheer white curtains into his neighbor's backyard.
Lee's gaze locks on his neighbor, a younger and attractive man, as he hangs laundry on the line. The man's long dark hair billows in the hot breeze, capturing Lee's attention.
He can't help but groan when the man turns, revealing the way well-worn denim clings to his supple thighs and accentuates his enticing backside. Lee's desire intensifies, and he finds himself captivated by explicit thoughts and fantasies.
In his mind, he envisions the alluring sight of that handsome man riding him eagerly, bringing him to the brink of pleasure.
A surge of desire courses through Lee's veins, igniting a fire within him. His mind fills with explicit thoughts and fantasies, causing his hand to instinctively find its way beneath his pants. Lost in the sinful daydream, he imagines that pretty thing riding his cock like a good boy, bringing him to the edge of pleasure.
He imagines him there, on his knees in front of Lee. He imagines the way he would look at him, the way he would lick his lips and slowly take Lee’s cock into his pretty pink mouth. He moans as he strokes himself faster and faster, his mind racing with thoughts of what they could do together.
He imagines young Bucky on all fours, his ass in the air and Lee’s cock sliding into his tight little pussy from behind. He can almost feel the way he would moan and squirm beneath Lee, the way Lee would grip his hips as he thrusts into him.
Lee can almost feel the way his pussy would squeeze his cock, how wet Bucky would be. He wonders what he tastes like, if his cum is sweet or tangy. He imagines running his tongue over his slit and feeling it harden and twitch under Lee’s touch.
His work trousers glide down his legs as his hand moves, and the sound of the belt hitting the floor echoes in the room. He braces himself against the tiled counter with one hand while the other wraps around his throbbing length.
He envisions that young man moaning his name, begging for his sheriff to stuff him full of his cock. He’d moan as Lee licked and sucked on his little cock, the way he would grip Lee’s hair and pull him closer. He can almost feel the way he would tremble beneath him, the way his boy pussy would tighten around his fingers and his tongue would be coated with that sweet forbidden seed as he cums, feeding Lee every drop.
The younger man is a stranger, but Lee can't help but wonder what it would be like to have him in his bed. Lee wonders if he would scream his name as he slides into his stretched hole, the way he would wrap those smooth legs around him and hold him close as Lee took him.
Lee’s eyes fall shut when he feels his balls start to draw up. He wonders if Bucky would cum hard on his cock, the way he loves to make his partners. He wants to feel that lean, muscular body against his, blunt nails dragging down his sweat slick spine. He wants to taste those kissable lips and feel them part for him as he kisses him deeply and swallows his pleasure.
His eyes start to flutter, and his lips part as he starts to speed up, tasing his orgasm on his tongue; he cups the head of his cock, and catch’s the first few spurts. “Son of a bitch,” He moans, “Making daddy cum so much.”
He breathes deeply and sighs as he slows down, his cock still twitching. It's a good thing the object of his desire isn’t here to see this. He would think Lee was some kind of pervert, the way he just came thinking about his body against his.
The sound of a car door slamming shut startles Lee, pulling him back to reality.
Lee's eyes flutter open, meeting the same pair of mesmerizing grey-blue eyes he fucked his fist to as he pictured them rolling back across the hedge that separates their yards. Bucky gives him a sweet wave and a little smirk that leaves Lee unsure if he imagined it. In a split second, the smirk transitions into innocence, as if nothing improper had just transpired in Lee’s kitchen.
“Fucking hell,” He hisses, fighting the urge to duck and hide as he quickly withdraws his hand from his pants and straightens himself, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
He takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering desire that still lingers within him. With a renewed sense of determination, he sets down his cup of tea and heads upstairs to his bedroom, ready to put his restless thoughts to rest for the night.
As Lee reaches the top of the stairs, he can't help but glance back at the neighbor's house one last time. The sight of the laundry swaying in the late afternoon breeze and the memory of his explicit fantasies still linger in his mind. He knows that he will have to find a way to quench this burning desire that has taken hold of him.
With a mix of anticipation, he closes the door to his bedroom.
“One day, boy, you’ll be mine.” he whispers, his voice dripping with an electrifying hunger that knows no bounds. "My boy."