We had a small apartment above our garage at the back or our house, and my parents rented it out to a middle-aged man who was teaching college in our town. They didn't charge a lot of rent, I guess because they wanted to help the guy out or something. He was attending school as well as teaching it, it seemed, like, he was going for a higher degree or something. He had a Master's Degree, and, he was working on another one.
Anyway, he stayed on through the summer after his first spring semester, and taught summer school.
He was home a lot of the time, and I found out something about him quite by accident.
A few years before that, my father had built me a tree house in a tree in the back yard. It was carpeted, and very comfortable. I used it as a home for my dolls. One day, I was up there, and I discovered that it overlooked the small balcony of the man's apartment. Indeed, I could, if I tried, swing right over the balcony railing and jump onto his balcony. His name was Ernie.
Anyway, I was up there, just fooling around, and I caught a glimpse of the man. He was totally, stark naked, in the middle of his little living room. He was exercising, and I could see his dick flopping around as he was doing jumping jacks or something like that.
I was amazed. I had never, ever in my life seen a naked man. And, what I was seeing made my pussy tingle immediately.
He wasn't well-built, but he wasn't fat, either. He was about thirty or thirty-five years old, and he had a very, very hairy dick. I loved watching it flop around as he moved, and I reached down and fingered myself, watching his fat dick move around.
He stayed naked all day in the summer, it seemed, lounging around his apartment.
I started staying up in the tree house a lot after my discovery, and my parents began to wonder what I was doing up there so much. But, I was getting a sexual show I had never thought possible. Every day for the past week, I had seen him naked.
Then, one Saturday around noon, he caught me spying on him. He looked over at the tree house, and I could actually see his eyes widen. I moved away from the small window my father had made in the wall, afraid that he was going to tell or something. My heart was pounding in my chest, and out of fear, I climbed down the ladder and ran into the house, not looking back.
Nothing happened; he didn't tell. No one came to me and scolded me or anything, so, I felt that he hadn't really seen me spying on him.
Three days later, it was a particularly hot day in the middle of August, and the summer school session was nearly over. He was at home --- I could see his compact car in the driveway. I decided it was time to go back up and check him out again.
I climbed the ladder carefully, quietly. Inside the tree house, I stayed away from the little window, trying to peer out of it from different angles.
It didn't do much good. I couldn't see anything. I moved toward the window, and looked out at the man's balcony.
There he was, right on the balcony, sunning himself, lying there, his hard dick sticking straight up! Holy shit, I thought, this was more than I had expected. Less than three feet away from me, I could almost reach out and touch his hairy dick. He was rubbing some kind of ointment all over him, and then, he gripped his dick with one hand, and spread the ointment on that, too. Slowly, he moved his hand up and down the fat, fleshy, hard shaft of his dick. He was playing with himself! This was a treat that I had never expected. I reached down and began to finger my pussy, right in time with the strokes of his hand wrapped around his fat dick.
His hand moved faster and faster, and I came, a slight moan escaping my lips as I did. He sat up and looked right at me. He smiled. I didn't know what to do, what to say. But, he was smiling.
"You like watching me?"
I nodded, my face red.
"Want to see me closer?"
I nodded again. I stepped out of the little window and onto his balcony. He reached up and helped me, and there I was, right beside him. He moved cautiously into his living room, keeping low, and I followed, looking at his bare ass, and his hairy balls hanging between them. Wow, I thought, this was a treat I didn't expect.
Inside his living room, he stood and faced me. There I was, looking at a stark naked man, his hard, fat dick sticking up, pointing right at me, throbbing.
"Can I touch it?" I asked, my voice shaking and choked.
He nodded. "That's just palm oil on it," he said.
I reached out and touched the purple head of it. It was smooth and warm to my touch, and Ernie jumped a little and moaned as I squeezed it.
"Did that hurt?" I asked.
"Oh, no, not at all," he said. "That felt good."
He guided my hand then, wrapping my fingers around the hot piece of hard flesh at the base of it, stroking up slowly, then back down again. He let go, and I kept stroking. His legs were shaking, and it seemed that his body was moving with sudden jerks and spasms. I recognized those movements, just like I had, before I was going to cum.
And, cum! He came, his hard cock jerking and spitting white, sticky fluid all over my hand and arm, right up into my face. He came and came, and I kept stroking, watching his jerking dick in my hand, watching the flood of cum shoot out and drip on the floor.
Finished, he backed up and sat on the sofa behind him, and I stood there, my hand full of cum, my arm covered with the sticky, dripping white fluid. His cock rested against his somewhat hairy belly, throbbing, dripping cum into his navel. I had never seen anything like it in my life!
"Whew," he finally said. "You want to play with yourself, too?"
I nodded. It would be great to look at him up close and play with myself. I reached into my shorts and began fingering my pussy.
"No, can I see?" he asked.
Embarrassed and shy, I pulled my shorts down slowly, and then, my panties. His eyes widened at my nearly hairless pussy, and he licked his lips.
He moved forward on the sofa, and touched me gently on the legs. Leaning forward with his face, I felt his tongue on my thighs, then on my pussy. He pulled my pussy lips apart gently, and I felt his tongue touch my clitoris. I came, virtually moaning and screaming at the sudden sensation of his tongue on my clit. I was in heaven.
I came and came, and finally, I backed away, weak in the knees. I sat on the floor, and he moved beside me.
"Want to kiss it?" he asked.
I didn't know what to say. I had never expected to have anyone ever ask me that. I nodded. It would be fun, I supposed, and I wanted to feel what his dick felt like against my lips.
I leaned forward as he sat on the floor beside me. I moved away, pulling my panties all the way down and off. Then, I removed my shirt, and I was as naked as he was. He eyed my small tits and smiled.
"You're lovely," he whispered.
I smiled. "So are you, uh, I guess..."
He laughed. "Lovely is hardly the term for it, but thank you for the compliment, anyway," he said.
He leaned back, thrusting his crotch forward. I lay against him, my cheek resting on his thigh. His dick was right in my face, and I could smell the manly smell of his balls and cock. I leaned forward a bit, and ran my tongue across one of his fat, hairy balls. He moaned as I did this, and his cock jerked, seeming to expand and grow right in front of me. I let my tongue move up the shaft of his dick, and, reaching the head of it, I tasted the residue of his cum, and of the oil he had been using. Not pleasant, but certainly not nasty, as I had been afraid it would be. I liked it, I figured. It was just different, not bad.
I opened my mouth wide, and took the head of his cock all the way into my mouth! He moaned in ecstasy, and said, softly, "Yes!" as I closed my lips around his throbbing dick. Reaching forward, I touched his balls gently, feeling the two large, egg-shaped orbs beneath the hairy, wrinkled skin. I was amazed, and hot as hell. My pussy was flowing, and could have cum right away with one touch. He reached down and touched my pussy lips, and I reached down and pressed his finger against my clit, and came, just as he did, right in my mouth! His tummy seemed to expand and his body jerked at the same time mine did. He shot salty, hot fluid into my mouth, and it dripped out of my mouth and down his hard shaft, mixing with the hair on his balls and pubic hair.
I pulled my mouth away, and we lay there, entwined on the carpeted living room floor. It was the first time I had ever done that, and I felt light-headed, scared, and warm and loving, all at the same time. I put my clothes back on, and he put on some shorts, too, and the helped me across the balcony and through the window of the tree house.
All the rest of that summer, and into the next, and the next, Ernie and I did all kinds of things. He taught me a lot, and I will never, ever forget his kind, gentle, loving touch. He moved away, eventually, promising to write and stay in touch. He did, and one day, I learned that he had gotten married. I was happy for him, for I had a number of boyfriends, some of whom wondering where I had learned to do the nasty things I did!
--- Janine R., Brownsville, TX
