My older neighbor. All I could think about.

He consumed my every thought. All I wanted, all I could think about was him and his magnificent, big, thick, veiny, foreskin covered dick. I may have loved him, but I knew, even at that young age, that I loved his cock. The full feeling of having his hard dick in my mouth. The sensation of feeling his body quake and react to my attention. He was so much older, but I loved to please him, it seemed so natural, so right, so sensual. I wanted his cock deep in my mouth when he came. it wasn’t long before I was eagerly swallowing as of the cum he could give me. Savoring the taste, the texture, his cock was everything to me.

As as much as I loved him pleasuring me, it was secondary to me loving, pleasuring his cock. It wasn’t long before I would do anything for him. He would lay back and expose his hairy asshole and I would happily lick him. He would lay me down on my stomach and I would happily let him grind his big cock between my ass cheeks.

Laying naked with him felt so right, like two pieces of a puzzle. His big, hairy, masculine body. My thin, smooth young, frame. A perfect match. I began to want him to kiss me, to make love to me. I loved the sex, but craved more. More than his cock, more than his cum, I craved his love and affection. He gave me all this, and so much more.