This morning, alone in bed, Jacob gone for work, a day off, raining outside, horny. I texted this boy I had chatted with on Grindr a few times, asking him if he wanted to come over. He said he had just jerked off. We texted back and forth. He said he was hard again. He came over. We got naked pretty quickly, me a bit stoned and feeling awkward, unable to make conversation. Sex is easier, is what we wanted anyways. He had a really nice body. We sucked each other's dicks and made out. I didn't like making eye contact with him. He was a cute, nice boy and I wanted to have dirty, anonymous sex. Looking at his eyes would kill a bit of that, remind me that this was a person, a neighbor. I tried not to look him in the eyes much, tried to not have my eyes open that much, just wanted to melt into my bed, into his body, into physical experience.
I ate his asshole for a long time and he moaned in a way that said something, said this was what this person liked. I put a finger inside him, moans again telling me yes. I asked him if I could fuck him. He said yes. My air conditioning was off and we soon worked up a sweat. We sniffed some poppers and I got a little more lost, loved the feeling of his body even more. He wrapped his legs around me, placing his dry feet on my sweaty ass, and that touch turned me on more than anything else.
I pulled out, took off the condom, and came all over my sheets. I wiped up the mess with a towel and threw away the condom while he got dressed. We made awkward talk about how close we lived to each other. He told me to call him again some time. I kissed him goodbye as he left, locked the door, and went back to sleep.