For One Week Only - Part 3

I frantically wiped up the mess that Milo had missed and flushed it down the toilet. I could still taste his cum in my mouth as I paced the kitchen.

"What the fuck" I gasped to myself.

This wasn't me. I didn't do crazy things like this, and yet I had done it. I had straight up asked Milo if I could suck his dick, and not only did he let me, but he seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did! My mind raced.

Perhaps this move to Europe wasn't so bad after all. How many more men could I convince before I left? Were all straight men this easy to seduce? Or perhaps I had just been in the right place at the right time. I mean, Milo did get interrupted with that girl, so maybe that was the reason that he was so willing.

I went into the living room, my cock still painfully erect in my trousers. I wanted to jerk off, but something stopped me.

Horny me was so much better than plain old boring me. Horny me did things that normal me would never dream of, and I was quickly beginning to prefer horny me much, much more.

I stared out the window, feeling like I'd just unlocked a new super power. Perhaps I had. John, our neighbour, was in the process of mowing his lawn across the street.

John was in his forties and had a bunch of kids, some even older than me, but I'd always found him quite handsome. He had salt and pepper hair, tanned skin and something similar to a dad bod, but more toned than normal.

"Don't be stupid, Elias" I said to myself as I watched the topless man continue to mow.

The guy was literally older than my dad, and yet my rod was pulsing at the thought. It was risky though. Not only was I risking a humiliating rejection, but John and my dad were quite close, and he'd have six more days to spill the beans on me if he didn't accept my offer.

Plus, John was undeniably straight. It wasn't like Milo, who was young and horny, and would probably have dropped his pants for a blow up doll. No, John was a straight male, and nothing proved otherwise.

I squeezed my cock through my trousers again and felt it spew more pre-cum into my boxer briefs.

Fuck it.

I grabbed the only thing I could find which was a power drill that had been left under the sink and dropped it onto the hard wood floor. Something shot out the end of it and disappeared under the island.

Drill in hand, and heart in mouth, I pulled open my front door and headed straight toward John. This was even stupider than my stunt with Milo, and yet my raging horniness drove me forward.

"Oh Hey, Elias!" John smiled politely "everything okay?"

"Hey John" I grinned back, and I could feel my hard-on rubbing wetly across my underwear.

"I was just wondering if you could help me with something" I lied "my dad's in work and I really need to get it fixed before he gets home".

John looked down at my hand and outstretched his.

"Should be an easy fix" he grinned "why don't you come inside?"

I nodded and the first part of my plan was already in place. It still sounded too good to be true. I wasn't even sure what I needed to do once I got inside.

His place was smaller than ours, but much more comfortable. It was obvious that it was home to a whole load of children, with toys and shoes, clothes and accessories strewn all over.

"Sorry for the mess" he laughed "Theresa's away with the kids for the week, gone to her sister's place to help them move".

"Oh, no problem" I told him "I like it".

"You do?" John half laughed "well feel free to take some of my kids when they get back, and I'm sure they can destroy your house quite quickly".

John chuckled as we reached the kitchen.

"Can I get you a drink?" He asked, placing the drill onto the table and pulling open a drawer.

"I'm fine" I smiled, sitting down opposite and trying to figure out what my next move was.

I watched as a topless, sweaty John began to take apart the drill with small tools. For all I cared, he could have thrown the whole thing into the trash, but I couldn't take my eyes off his golden body.

"Hmm" John sighed "I'm not sure I have the part needed for this, son" he said, looking up at me sympathetically.

"It's fine" I shrugged "just thought I'd check".

"Sorry buddy, but I'm sure your dad might have something lying around".

"Yeah, probably" I nodded.

John nodded too, and I knew that on a normal day, that would be my queue to leave, but today was anything but normal.

"We're moving to Europe on Sunday" I told him and he looked rather shocked.

"Oh... Right" He said, "I didn't know that".

"Neither did I until this morning" I scoffed and John laughed.

"Well, I'm sure you'll all love it" he told me, walking to toward the door.

"I better get back to the lawn" he continued "Theresa will kill me if it's not done by the time she gets home".

"Right" I nodded, standing up and purposely allowing my erection to stick out.

He noticed it instantly, and his eyes widened slightly before glancing back up at me and faking a smile once more.

"Well, thanks for dropping by" he said, and I could see his grip tighten on the door handle.

"John can I ask you something?" I said, and my voice was shaky.

"Sure" he replied, his eyes fleeting toward my evident erection again.

"Would you... I mean... Have you ever considered... Could I give you a blowjob?"

It sounded worse out loud than it had in my head, but the words were already out before I could stop them. John looked as though I'd just sentenced him to death.

"Elias!" he gasped, and covered his mouth with his hand.

"I'm really sorry" I told him, and my face had instantly turned a dark red "I... I need to go".

I shot by him, mortified and hating myself for being so fucking stupid.

"Elias, just calm down" John called after me, but I couldn't.

I burst from his house and ran, as fast as I could back across the street and into my hall, slamming the door behind me and sinking to the floor.

What had I just done?

I'd gotten cocky, and I'd made a god damn show of myself. I'd need to avoid John for another six days, and pray that somehow, my dad did the same. What would my father think? My parents had little time for anybody who wasn't perfectly normal, and now I'd gone and blown everything.

I felt the thud at the door and my eyes widened.

The bell rang too, and I knew exactly who it was. I didn't want to answer it, I couldn't answer it. How could I face john after what I'd just said?

"Elias, I can see you behind the door" John called.

"Fuck" I groaned quietly, and stood up reluctantly.

I opened the door a crack, and found John staring at me.

"I'm not feeling great today" I lied "I've been taking some meds, they're making me a bit... Weird"

John nodded, though his half grin proved that he didn't believe a word.

"I just wanted to return your drill" he told me, and handed it to me.

"Right" I nodded, taking it from him.

I attempted to close the door, but John put his foot between the crack.

"I won't tell your dad" he assured me, and it was a welcome relief.

"Thanks"

John kept his foot in place and I looked up at him.

"Now come on back over and let's have a little chat".

It was obvious that John wasn't asking me to follow him, he was telling me. It was likely in order to give me a stern talking to, considering I'd known the man for my entire life. I left the drill in the house and followed him sheepishly back to his place.

"Sit" he said, and we were in the living room now instead.

"Look, John" I started, but he held up a hand.

"Elias, this isn't appropriate" he told me sternly, and I lowered my head and accepted the telling off.

"You're how old?"

"Eighteen" I sighed.

"I have kids older than you" he continued "plus, what would a young man like you want with an old guy like me?"

I didn't answer him, I was far too embarrassed.

"And Elias, I'm straight" he half laughed "so unfortunately my answer is no, you can't give me a blowjob".

The word sounded so strange coming from John. I wasn't sure that I had ever even heard the man swear.

I stood up, my head still bowed, and walked toward the door again.

"Sorry" I mumbled and opened it, but it closed on me a second later and I turned to find John standing directly beside me.

"Pull them down" he breathed, tugging at the back of my trousers.

I stared at him wide eyed, but John looked different now. He looked wild.

"W... What?" I asked, but he was lowering my trousers down himself, and I stood in shock and allowed him.

"Upstairs, now" he growled, and opened the living room door, pushing me rather forcefully into the hallway.

I couldn't understand what was happening, and so I simply followed his order and walked anxiously through his hall, wearing only my shirt and wet boxer briefs.

I took the stairs quickly, and John paced behind me.

"In there" he said, pointing to one of the doors.

My heart was hammering in my chest once again as I pushed it open to find a large bedroom which clearly belonged to John and his wife.

"Strip and get on the bed, turn around and hide your cock".

"W... What?" I gasped "John..."

But John drove me backwards onto the bed and was pulling my shirt over my head in seconds. I hardly had a chance to breathe before my underwear was being dragged down my legs and my shoes were pulled off until I was completely naked and frozen in shock.

"I don't want to see that thing" he said, and with his strong, large hands, John grabbed my waist and twisted me onto my stomach.

"Keep it covered".

I grabbed my semi-erect pole, unsure what the fuck was about to happen as John began to rummage through a drawer.

"If my wife ever hears about this, so does your father, is that understood?"

"Y... Yes" I replied.

John was moving like a crazed animal, quickly and with meaning.

"Don't make a sound. The only reason I'm doing this is because I'm horny and you're here, I don't need a reminder that you're a man"

I felt him grab my hips and lift them upwards, and a moment later he pushed a pillow over the back of my head. He was picturing me as a woman, and as strange as that was, I wasn't complaining.

I felt something wet against my hole, and it quivered as John thrust his finger into me. I bit down on the bedsheets as he opened me up.

"If I see those balls again" he growled "I'll smack them".

I grabbed my package harder, keeping it as far away from John's line of vision as I could as the man got into position.

I heard sloshing, and knew that John was jerking his cock. I desperately wanted to see it, but without showing myself, it was impossible. I would just have to feel it instead.

He pushed his helmet against my puckered, pink ring and grunted as he popped it into my virgin hole.

I gasped, and felt a blistering slap across my ass.

"Shh!" He spat, and shoved it in further.

I winced, squeezing the mattress below as John entered me deeper. It hurt, a lot.

He wasn't gentle, not like I had expected the man whom I had known for my whole life, to be. He was snarling, making animalistic noises as he inched deeper into my rectum, and then he began to thrust.

The pain soon turned to mild pleasure, and I lay there as silent as I could as John used my hole. He bucked and humped, becoming quicker each time until he found a rhythm that worked.

He was sliding in and out of me with considerable pace, holding my hips steady as he did and then I felt a burning pain in my balls as he smacked them, and I grabbed them again and pulled them away from him.

John fucked me for nearly ten minutes before it really started to feel good. I was moaning almost silently, drooling onto his bed as he punched his thick cock in and out of me repeatedly. He was sweating and panting now as he reached climax.

"Uh yeah" he growled "fucking hell, you're so tight baby"

I bit down on my knuckle as John emptied himself into me. I could feel it fill me, sloshing around as he fucked the remnants of his balls, deep into my rectum, and as quickly as it had started, John had finished and was zipping up his trousers.

"Clean yourself up back at your place" he told me, pulling the pillow off me and dragging me to my feet by my wrist. I stood there, my hole sore and sloppy, as a trail of his sperm spilled down my thighs.

John fixed the pillow on the bed, grabbed my clothes and shoved them into my arms before walking me naked, back to the living room.

"Hurry up and get dressed" he said, refusing to look at my naked body.

This had been hot, but I felt quite miserable as I began to dress whilst John stared out the living room window. I'd been used, and not in the same way as Milo had used me. This was different, John had imagined that I was someone else, a woman.

"Okay, go on" he nodded, when I had dressed again, placing his hand against my back and driving me into his front yard.

"Uh..."

"No" he said, holding his hand up as I turned back to him.

"Go home, Elias, please".

I stared at him for a moment, before he turned and slammed the door in my face.

I shuffled back to my house, feeling his seed inside me as well as dripping into my underwear. I couldn't work out if I was massively turned on, or completely humiliated, but either way, my cock remained firmly stiff.