The next morning, I grabbed some knitting yarn from my Mom’s collection. I knitted a short, soft rope while I was waiting. When I finished the rope, I tied a slip knot in it and then got a hammer and large nail from our garage. I drove that nail into the fence about twelve inches below the knot hole, grabbed the rope, and sat down with my back to the fence at one side.
He was late this morning, but I finally heard him. I turned around and looked through the knot hole for the first time. He was sitting on a bench with his back to me and lifting weights. There was a stack of textbooks on the table next to him. I watched him until he stood up, turned around and prepared to enter the pool.
Now I saw it all from the front. It hung down loosely with soft flesh swinging below. He was pretty muscular and pretty fit physically. His butt and abdomen were great, but my eyes stayed fixed on that swing and I still saw it up close in my mind. I snapped another quick picture.
He dove into the pool and started swimming laps. The he swam over to the ladder closest to my viewpoint, and climbed the ladder. As he came up the ladder with water dripping off it. I snapped another picture. He used his hands all over that body to wipe away the water. As he turned, I pulled away and sat back down, afraid he’d seen me.
I needn’t have worried. I could only see from the edge of the hole as his hands went down and he made that thing rise again. I could only see a part of his body as he walked to the knot hole and inserted it. It was only inches away and when I turned my head my face was almost touching it.
I stared and then stared and watched that thing start circling. I picked up my rope, expanded the loop and slowly, without touching, placed it around that thing. Then very quickly I let the rope fall around it as I yanked the other end of the rope. The rope tightened around it, and I saw him stop as I used the rope to pull it down forcibly and knotted the rope around the nail I’d driven. He was captured, startled, and let out a quick yelp.
That soft rope wasn’t going to hurt him, but he couldn’t pull it out, or get loose. He also couldn’t see over the fence or back away from it.
Now I had a first hand, pun intended, close up view and took full advantage of it. I heard him asking who was there and ask what they were doing. He may have even thought someone was going to cut it off. I wasn’t about to harm it – – just enjoy it.
It started to go soft, but I reached up, touched it and it grew again even larger. Then I wanted to taste it, to see for myself the things my friends had told me about.
I ran my hands along, circled it with my fingers and stroked it. I was amazed that he could become excited by someone he had never seen. Then I carefully extended my tongue and barely touched it. He let out a moan, so I returned and this time ran my tongue all around and over it. I teased around the head and then licked the head itself. He was pleading for me to stop. I took the head in my mouth to taste it better. Then I began sucking. I couldn’t get it all in my mouth because the lasso was in the way. Somehow it must have been enough though because I heard him say he was coming (cumming?).
A small amount squeezed through that slip knot and appeared at the end. I was thoroughly enchanted now. I licked it away and then sucked it hard and was rewarded with a lot more fluid squeezing around that knot. It tasted different, but good. I decided that I liked it.
He was pleading, and that thing was turning dark red without adequate circulation. I got up, took another photo and walked to the gate in our fence, crossed to his fence gate, opened it and walked through. I took lots of pictures and he turned to face me, still stuck in the fence. When he saw me I think he was disappointed.
I walked to him and told him to raise one leg. He hesitated, so I told him that if he didn’t raise it I would leave it tied until it rotted and fell off. He raised that leg and I bent over to touch the rest of him. I thoroughly, almost thoroughly, satisfied my curiosity and reached under cupping him and then nibbling on him. I reached up and ran my fingers between those tight rear cheeks and caressed them. I licked the inside of each thigh and then licked those things in my hand. I slowly took them in my mouth and put one in each cheek. I was in ecstasy until I heard him moaning and pleading.
Slowly I rose and backed away where he could see me. Then I took off that tank top and those old shorts. He stared and stared before returning to moaning.
Now, I ran next door and released him from the nail. He pulled it through the fence with the yarn still around it. I ran back into his yard and he’d collapsed to the ground and was sitting, moaning, with his back to the wall. His legs were drawn up and his knees in front of his face. Quickly, I ran to him and removed the lasso. I massaged it, and held it, and told him I was really sorry and didn’t mean to hurt him. I was crying now. Slowly, he stopped moaning and finally reached out, lifted my chin and stared into my crying eyes. I was so ashamed that I tried to look away. He wouldn’t let me.
Now, softly, he whispered that it was alright and he wasn’t hurting now. I cried harder and threw my face down to kiss and comfort it.
I was amazed when it started to rise in my hand. I was so happy, that I kept crying and cuddled it. Again, he said that he was okay and for me to let him up. With a tear stained face I backed away. He stood and then held out his hand to help me stand up.
Now I realized that I was completely naked and tried to cover myself while I continued to cry. He pulled me to him and hugged me. When I was a bit calmer, he reached down and squeezed my buttocks with both hands. I jumped. He smiled and then I smiled.
He said something about sauce for goose and gander and he kissed me. He backed me against the fence, and then dropped to his knees. I panicked, thinking I’d hurt him worse than he’d told me.
I needn’t have worried. He reached up and cupped one of my Butt cheeks and grab one leg behind the knee. As he bent the leg at the knee, he lifted it and placed it over his shoulder. His head held my legs apart as his lips and chin were turned up. His free hand went between my legs and he grasped the other butt cheek. As he pulled me to him, I could feel his lips, mouth and tongue caressing me.