My Neighbor’s Hairy Balls
I had been divorced for about three years, and didn’t date much at all after my divorce. I must admit that the divorce kind of turned me off to men for a while. I was left with a house, and that was all. No income, so, I had to learn a trade, and, well, I never went to college, so I had to catch up.
I got a job and started going to school. Meanwhile, my beautiful house was falling apart. I found out that regular work needed to be done, things like the toilet bowl once in a while would start leaking in the back — that thingy in the tank would suddenly stop functioning. Things like that started to happen.
The house next door went up for sale because of a divorce, too. I wondered if it was like some kind of disease going around. Anyway, the unhappy couple was replaced by a rather tall, handsome man who looked to be in his mid-thirties.
It was summertime, and when weekends came up, I would sit out by the pool and have a beer on late Friday afternoons and sometimes almost all day Saturday. I loved the peace and quiet sitting by the pool.
However, the pool was getting rather dirty, and, one Saturday morning, I decided to clean it. I hooked up everything correctly, but I couldn’t get it to work. I stood there cussing at it, going from the hose to the switch and back again. It was really beginning to make me angry. I had made the damned thing work before; I had watched Thomas, my ex-husband, clean it several times, and I knew exactly what to do, and how to do it. I thought of calling him and asking him to come over,
and thought better of it.
Utterly frustrated, I went and knocked on my new neighbor’s door.
He answered the door wearing a short robe, and his hair all wet and dripping.
“Hi, uh, I’m Charlene, from next door. Did I get you out of the shower?”
He nodded. “It’s OK, I’m Bob.”
“Um, well, do you know anything about pools and filters and all that?”
He nodded. “I’m no genius, but yeah, I know a little.”
“Well, when you have a moment, can you like, come over and look at mine? I can’t get the
hose to suck.”
I realized that sounded funny.
“I’ll go with you now,” he said, stepping into some sandals. It should only take a minute.”
I really didn’t expect that he would come right over, but, I led the way around to the back of my house via the gate on the side of the house. There, I showed him what the problem was. The hose simply wouldn’t suck up anything.
I looked at him, and got a good look for the first time. He was rather tall, muscular, and had black, wavy hair, and bright blue eyes. His hair was still wet, only slightly. He was a good looking guy, really.
He frowned a bit and went to the filter. He squatted beside the filter, and I nearly fainted.
As he squatted, with his short robe and parted legs, I could look right at his big cock and balls. I mean, they were big, heavy-hanging, hairy balls, with a fat uncut dick to go with them. It had been a while since I had seen any porn, or even cared about seeing a naked man. This was a really unexpected surprise, and well, a treat!
“It sucked air,” he said. “Do you have a pair of pliers?”
I walked weakly into the house and brought out a pair of pliers and a crescent wrench, just to be on the safe side. He was still in that same position. But now, as he moved about, it became more revealing. His balls, heated from the hot morning, were hanging low, his dick dangling and swaying as his body moved with his exertions on the filter. He opened some little thingy — I don’t know what it was, and then, got up, went to the garden hose, turned the spigot on, and came back with the hose dripping water.
He filled something with water, put his hand on one end of the filter, and started the filter. He watched closely at the bubble you could see through the little window, and lo and behold, the hose was sucking water.
He got up and turned the water off, bending over at the spigot. The robe rose up a big, giving me a great view of his balls from behind. My pussy was tingling. This guy was turning me on, big time.
“That does that,” he said. “Shall I clean your pool for you, too?”
I laughed. “I’ll go get us a beer.” I went into the kitchen and came out with a couple of cold bottles of beer. I offered him a chair across from me under the cool patio.
“It must be hot in that robe,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said, taking a swig of his beer. “It is a little uncomfortable.”
“Well, you can take it off,” I said, feeling brazen, sounding very much like a slut, to my way of thinking.
“Do you really want me to?”
I smiled and nodded. What else could I say?
He stood, his crotch at eye level, less than two feet away. He simply reached down and untied the robe, letting the sides falls away. He pulled it aside and slipped it off, his now semi-erect cock sticking straight out at me. He was very hairy — his public hair was thick, rich, and black, and his cock was fat and uncut. But, the biggest prize he sported were those balls, giant, fleshy, hairy orbs that dangled and swayed.
I just sat there and stared at his cock and balls, watching his dick growing, larger, longer, fatter, stiffer. I reached out and touched his balls, hefting them, as if weighing them for some kind of contest.
“These are really big balls, you know.” I kneaded them gently.
“I like that,” he said rather gently. “That really gets me hot.” As if to punctuate his statement, his cock suddenly jumped up and danced a bit, throbbing, the head now peeking out of the tip of the foreskin.
It was an awesome dick. I’d never seen one so, well, nice looking! I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head of it, eliciting a moan from him. I could feel it throb in my mouth, could feel it move. I continued to massage his balls, and began a rapid up and down motion on his cock.
He legs shook violently, and he shot a load of hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed, and swallowed again. I could feel his balls tighten and move up, and he continued to shoot heavy loads of hot cum into my mouth. Some of it dripped down my chin, falling on the patio decking.
Finally, he stopped shooting cum, but I kept his dick in my mouth. I sucked on it, sucking the remainder of the cum down my throat.
I pulled away and picked up my beer.
“After suck-off brew,” I said with a laugh.
He sat down. “Now, what about you?”
“Later, let’s relax for a bit,” I said.
We sat there, with him naked and me just looking at him, and had a couple of beers. Then,
we went inside and took care of another of my problems.
— Charlene H., address withheld
