Why I Love Getting Caught: Part 1

It was summer time, so the heat should not have been such a surprise, but this Saturday was unlike any other. The air was thick and heavy with a muggy swelter that made you feel exhausted after only a few seconds. I still had the rest of the front lawn and all of the back to mow before I was finished and already needed a break. The Millers, the f****y whose lawn I was cutting, was out and I knew that they left the door in the garage open so going in to get a drink and rest up a little was a possibility. I parked the mower and snuck inside for an escape from the blazing sun. “I’m sick and cannot be trusted” I thought as I stripped naked in the middle of their living room. I have always had a fixation about jerking off in risky places, but even if I hadn’t been thinking about tugging myself off in their house while they were gone, the heat of the day and the sweat on my clothes would have been enough to get me naked anyways. I stood in front of the storm window and stroked my cock while keeping a watch on the driveway. I would be able to get off long before anyone would be back from their outing, or so I thought. As I clenched me ass and worked my hand over the head of my dick, I heard a voice behind me; “Must be awful hot out there today”. I spun to see Mr. Miller standing in the doorway wearing only a robe. I just stood there with my dick in my hand, not knowing what to do next. Mr. Miller just laughed and said “Don’t worry Nick, we all do it and being in an empty house is a hard temptation to fight. As a matter of fact, I was just watching a movie and doing that myself until I heard the door.” He walked past me towards the kitchen, “Lets grab a few drinks and talk for second about what is going on here” After explaining my habit of masturbating in different locations, Mr. Miller admitted that he too was a fan of the risky jerkoff. He said that he had done it many places in the past. We compared notes on when and where we had done it and about getting caught. As we spoke, he slid his hand under his robe and started to rub his cock. My eyes followed his every move and my dick started to get hard again. Seeing my excitement, he asked if I wanted to go watch that movie he had on, I shook my head “yes”. I’m 19 years old and I’ve only been to second base with a girl. The closest thing to porn I have ever seen is HBO late-night on mute after my folks go to bed. Talking about jerking off with friends is the only sexual experience I have ever had. Now I’m in the bedroom of my grown neighbor, nude and watching a porn with him as he plays with his dick, and I loved it! I sat next to him and stroked my dick taking turns looking at him and the TV screen. “Slow down boy” he said as he placed his hand over mine “It’s not a race, just take your time and enjoy it” He gripped his balls with one hand and fondled the head of his dick with the other. “Make sure to get the head, it’s the most sensitive part of your whole cock. Thank of it like a blow-job, the tip is the best part, am I right?” I had to admit that I had never had a blow-job before. “Well if that’s a hint, just know that I expect you to return the favor” he said as he rolled over onto his side and took the head of my cock into his mouth. “Getting a blow-job was no big deal; it probably feels the same as a hand-job with lots of lube” is what I use to think to myself while I heard stories of my friends getting head from their dates, but I was more wrong than any human has ever been about anything. The feeling of this man’s lips and mouth on my dick was more amazing than I could have ever imagined. Seconds of his sucking and licking was all I could take, I came in him harder than I have ever cum before and the f***e of the sensation made me buck and scream like a wild b**st. I had to push him away because I couldn’t take any more, but as soon as he stopped, I wanted him again. I panted and crossed my arms tight around my chest, holding myself in a fit of spinning afterglow. After I caught my breath, Mr. Miller reminded me that I owed him one. I guess it would be rude to not keep my end of the deal. This was the first erect penis I had ever seen. It now twitched only inches away from my face as I looked it over in an attempt to figure out how to take it. I started by stroking him the way I did for myself and got a good response. Mr. Miller put his arms behind his head and stretched out on the bed in front of me. I then licked the tip of his cock like an ice-cream cone. It jumped as I touched it with my tongue and he moaned. Using my hand to grip his shaft, I slowly sucked him into my mouth as if his dick were a straw in a drink. He moaned again and said “That’s right, just like that”. His words of encouragement made me happy and I began to loosen up. I twirled my tongue around him and slid my mouth up and down his length, stopping only when I could not take any more and just before he would be free of my lips. I found myself enjoying giving head almost as much as receiving it. I let myself have fun and try lots of different techniques. As I did something he liked, he would encourage me more and if he didn’t like what I did, he pointed out how to make it better. After fifteen minutes or so of my caress, he warned me that he was about to cum. The words were exciting to me, and all I did was move faster to invite his jizz into my hungry mouth. He clutched at the bed sheets next to him and arched his back then shouted “Fuck!” as he unloaded. His cum tasted the way a clean pool smelt and though it was wet in my mouth, it somehow made my mouth feel slightly dry at the same time. I was torn, do I swallow and breathe or do I roll this new sensation around in my mouth and savor the taste and feel of it? The decision was made for me as the voice of Miss. Miller spoke from the door at my back. “And just what do we have here?”