Gay sex story
The cat was insisting I let him go outside. I wasn’t dressed yet, so I followed him to the back door, smiling as I felt my tumescent cock thudding back and forth against my thighs as I walked, enjoying the feel of my heavy balls, remembering the very erotic dream I’d had just before waking. Every day I enjoyed this feeling of being in the nude as I let the cat lead me. The back door faced a wooded hill that completely screened my back yard, so I had no hesitation as, naked, I opened the door.
The cat turned and scurried back into the kitchen when the door opened, because there, right in front of me, was a parcel deliveryman bending down to placed a package at the side of the door. His face was even with my crotch. I had forgotten I had been expecting a package. I was surprised. So was he!
He remained in that bent over position, staring at my expanded dick, for longer that it seemed necessary for him to gain his composure and straighten up. In those few seconds, I felt my erection strengthen, surging downward, filling out further, reacting to his very masculine, handsome good looks, strong body, and this kind of sexy curiosity he was emitting.
The moment froze in my memory: the feel of my bare feet on the cool tile floor; the warmth of the morning air on my body and particularly on my balls; the sight of his head at waist-high as he stared at my expanding cock; the allure of his strong body dressed in tight clothing which showed off his muscular frame; the smell of the fresh summer breeze mixed with the light but unmistakable scent of his masculine body odor and faint cologne.