THE NEIGHBOR-part 5
Warren awake to the sound of his cellph..
🕑 Added 2021-04-20 20:51:57 +0000 UTC
THE NEIGHBOR-part 5
Warren awake to the sound of his cellphone ringing. Covering his eyes to block out the morning sun through the wall of windows, Warren reached for his phone to see who was calling. He didn’t recognize the number. He usually doesn’t answers number he wasn’t familiar with, yet this time he decided to answer it.
“Hello,” he answered the phone sleepinessly.
“Warren Clark,” voice on the other end of the line sounded older and sophisticated.
“Yes, this him,” something about the man’s voice caused Warren’s cock to stir under the silk sheets.
“This is David McMasters. Your neighbor”
Warren jolted up in bed. How did he got my number, Warren’s mind raced.
“I hope I didn’t wake you,” Warren could hear the man smiling as he asked on the other end of the line.
“No, uh no, I was awake,” Warren sit up in the bed. The sheets falling to his naked waist as he sit up right, exposing his chisel torso.
“I hope you don’t mind me calling,” McMasters’ voice was even and calming.
“No, not at all, sir. I’m just surprised you have my number.”
There was a light laugh on the other end of the line, “getting a number of someone I want to be acquainted with isn’t difficult for a man of my mean.”
Warren’s cock was rock hard now.
“The reason I am calling is to make sure you are coming to my party this evening.”
“I’m sorry, sir. But I have to move this weekend. I have broken up with my girlfriend and she want me out,” Warren reached under the sheets and gripped his cock.
“That is a shame. However, I insist that you come,” McMasters voice was firm, making Warren’s cock throb. “I won’t take no for an answer. I will send my driver to pick you up at 7 shape this evening.”
“I really shouldn’t,” Warren tried to protest.
“Nonsense. Don’t fail me, Warren,” the voice was commanding.
“Yes, sir,” the once cocky, alpha stud meekly replied.
“Good, boy. Now go and shower, and make sure you are nice and smooth,” McMasters then ended the call.
The last command should had disgusted and creep the old Warren out, however, instead Warren got out of the bed and headed toward the bathroom. His hard, throbbing cock was pointing the way. In the shower he began to soap up his hard, muscular body. As he washed his large defined pecs and chisel abs he relived McMasters’s voice. He closed his eyes as he moved one hand down this sculptured stomach to his raging hard cock. He gripped it with his soapy fist while twisting his pert, large right nipple with the other hand. The water was cascading over his muscular body as he pumped his cock. He replayed the voice over and over in his head while pumping his cock faster and harder. His powerful legs began to buckle and he was f0rced to move the hand that was playing with his nipples, to the glass shower wall, to support himself. Warren came in buckets over and over, spraying the glass with his thick cum. After he came, he picked up his razor and began to shave off all of his body hair from the neck down as he was commanded. He was naturally smooth and as a inspiring bodybuilder he kept his body smooth for the most part, except for his forearms, underarms, and a small area just above his cock. However, now he shaved everything as he was instructed. He felt so clean and refreshed after he was finished. It felt good to had done what he was told.
For the rest of the day, Warren was nervous as a school girl on her first date. He wanted to look just right. He drove into the city to get his haircut, workout, and tan. He found himself wanting to look perfect. Never in his life was he that concerned what any woman, especially any man, think about him. It usually his body that was enough to impress anyone. Back at the house, he went through several outfits. He knew it was a pool party, but also he figure there would be several high rollers there. He finally decided upon a small white speedo, a pair of tight fitting white denim shorts to show off his smooth muscular legs, and a slim short sleeve green button up shirt that hugged his massive biceps.
At 7 o’clock, McMasters’s driver was at the door to pick him up. The driver was impressively built as he got out of the drivers side of the Mercedes phantom limousine and circled around the car to open the back passenger door for Warren. The driver wore a crisp white button up shirt that hugged his massive pecs and arms. Warren couldn’t help, as he walked toward the car, to look at the driver’s huge thick thighs and round ass in the tight fitted black dress pants. Mr McMasters definitely like to surround himself with muscular men, Warren thought to himself as he got into the lavish back seat of the limousine. He never been in a car that luxurious and expensive in his life. He was amazed with all the amenities that the car offered.
“Mr. McMaster, had ordered the bar to be stocked and said to help yourself to a drink,” the driver said through the divider.
Warren tried to start a conversation with the driver, but the driver pushed a button and the glass divider closed. Warren reached into the small bar and poured himself a scotch. He gulp down the drink and poured himself another.
The drive was short before they drove through the open palatine gates, and on up to the massive stone mansion. There were a line of cars dropping off the guests in front of the column lined front entrance of the house. There were BMW’s, Jaguar’s, Porsche’s, limousines, and every expensive sport and luxury car one could name. However, the drivers of the other cars seemed to made way for the host’s car and they quickly pulled up to the grand formal entrance. A shirtless valet hurried and opened the door for Warren.
Warren walked up the stairs and entered the mansion. He was amazed by the size of the mansion with it marble inner and elegant decor. It was twice the size of Erica’s house. While Erica’s house was modern, the McMaster’s house was a palace of old money, grand and magnificent. He walked through the vast rooms, following the other guests, and out on to the vast terraces. There were about a hundred guests, all men, mingling among each other. Most were older men, who were obviously rich and powerful. The younger men were in various stages of nudely. They were all built and smooth. The younger men were ranging from muscular twink built to massive bodybuilder’s. Their hard bodies were fully exposed to the older rich men. Waiters and servers were moving about the crowd with trays of champagne and food. They wore only black jockstraps, blow tie collars around their necks, and white cuffs around their wrists. As the waiters served the guests, several older guests were openly groping their firm bare asses.
By the pool, Warren spotted the four marines in only camouflage speedos. Each marine had an older man behind them, massaging and rubbing their muscular bodies. The tough, rugged marines had looks of bliss on their handsome faces as each leaned back against their worshippers.
Warren turned away in embarrassment. His eyes however widen as he spotted a famous pro wrestler. He and his friends were fans of Rob Terry and looked up to the giant wrestler. The blonde Mohawk haired wrestler had a body of a god and was the idea alpha male. However, there he was in the corner of the terrace with a huge, smooth leg draped over a man on each side of him. The men were sucking on each of Terry’s large pecs. Terry’ s United Kingdom’s Union Jack flag wrestling briefs were bulging obscenely by his huge hard cock. As the men were biting and nibbling on his nipples, they were pushing and pulling at the spandex briefs right where his hole laid hidden. Warren watched in shocked and amazement as the briefs began to rip, giving the men access to Terry’s asshole. The men then pushed their fingers through the ripped material and each man penetrated a finger into Terry’s tight man pussy. Terrry throw his head back and moaned. One of the men then grabbed his long Mohawk haircut from behind and pulled the massive wrestler into a deep kiss. Warren couldn’t believe that a man who made a career in the ring by dominating other muscular men was letting himself be dominated by those smaller and older men.
Warren turned his head again, and spotted the construction worker from the day before. The muscle bound stud, was struck naked except for his hard hat, and was on his hands and knees between two overweight, middle age men. The men were fucking the construction workers from both ends. Warren could hear the muscular stud’s muffled grunts and moans as he was pit roasted.
“I just love those blue collar types. They are such good fucks,” one man shouted to his friend as he thrust all the way into the construction worker’s mouth.
All along, the construction worker’s thick, long cock was rock hard and leaking on the terraces floor as he was used by the two men.
The scenes before Warren was too much for him. His cock was painfully hard in his shorts and speedo and he was red with embarrassment. He needed to get out of there. He turned to leave and bumped into David McMaster.
