He goes for a walk in the neighborhood

The sun felt warm on Trey's face as he walked, his hands shoved casually in his pockets. The neighborhood looked exactly the same as it had yesterday, but it felt completely different. It was no longer just a neighborhood. It was a hunting ground. He wasn't Trey Ellis, the loser who lived with his parents, anymore. He was the god of this little suburban world.

He walked for a few blocks, just enjoying the feeling, wondering what kind of trouble he could get into. That’s when he saw them. Up ahead, a friendly neighborhood scene was playing out. An older man with silver hair was leaning against his fence, chatting with a young couple on the sidewalk. Trey’s eyes immediately locked onto the woman. She was cute, with long brown hair and a smile that lit up her face. She was wearing a light blue shirt that clung nicely to her chest and tight black jeans that showed off a great ass. The guy next to her, probably her partner, was handsome in a generic kind of way. Perfect.

Ready to cause some havoc, Trey changed his path and walked straight towards them. As he got closer, he saw the simple gold band on the woman's left hand. A wedding ring. Even better.

He strolled up to the group with a confidence he'd never felt before. "Hey guys, what's up?"

The three of them turned, startled by his sudden appearance. The husband, Jeff, looked him up and down with a confused expression. "Do I know you?"

"Probably not," Trey said with an easy grin. "I live down the street. I'm Trey Ellis."

The husband’s face relaxed a little. "Ellis? You're Mr. Malcolm Ellis's son, right? Sorry, didn't recognize you." He stuck out a hand. "I'm Jeff, and this is my wife, Kate."

Kate gave him a polite, friendly smile. "Nice to meet you."

"And I'm Henry," the old man chimed in from behind the fence, his voice a little gravelly.

"Nice to meet you all," Trey said, his eyes lingering on Kate for a second too long. "So, what were you guys talking about?"

"Oh, just Mr. Henry here complaining about his old bones," Jeff said with a light chuckle. "He was telling us how his arthritis has been acting up."

"Oh yeah," Henry sighed, rubbing his shoulder with a wince. "Getting old is no fun, son. Every morning I wake up and something new hurts. Just a constant, dull pain all over."

Trey nodded sympathetically, though he couldn't care less. He looked at Kate, who was listening to the old man with a look of genuine concern. An idea began to form in his mind.

"And your wife Kate here seems pretty interested in Mr Henry’s health problems, Jeff," Trey said, his tone shifting just enough to be noticeable. "Maybe she can help him out, you know?"

Jeff looked at him, confused. "What do you mean? How?"

Right before continuing, Trey made his wish. "I wish Kate and Henry would fully agree with what I'm suggesting and think it's a fantastic idea. Jeff, however, will be on the fence, unsure and uncomfortable, but not willing to completely say no."

Trey smirked, and so casually told them his idea. "Well, with all that constant pain, he must be dying for a little pleasure to take his mind off it, if you know what I mean." He made a crude jerking-off motion with his hand.

Kate suddenly gasped, a look of pure revelation on her face. "Oh my God! He's totally right! Henry, you poor thing! We've been so selfish, only thinking about your pain and not your pleasure!"

Henry’s tired old eyes lit up, a wide, lecherous grin spreading across his face. "Smart young man, this one! Good thing you came along, eh? I would love that! Well, what are we waiting for?"

Jeff just stared, his jaw hanging open as he looked back and forth between his suddenly enthusiastic wife and his grinning elderly neighbor. "What? Uh... Kate, honey, you wanna... you wanna 'pleasure' Mr. Henry? I'm not so sure that's..."

"Oh, don't be silly, Jeff!" Kate said, turning to her husband and grabbing his arm, her voice full of excitement. "The man is in pain! It's our duty as good neighbors to help him feel better. You know, ‘Love Thy Neighbors’ and all that. What’s more loving than a little bit of fucking? It's the least I can do!" She looked at him with big, pleading eyes, and Jeff’s resolve just seemed to melt away into a puddle of confused reluctance.

"I... uh... well, if you really think it'll help," he mumbled, looking deeply uncomfortable.

"Great!" Henry boomed, fumbling with the latch on his gate. "Come on in, all of you! Don't be shy!"

He led them into his small, tidy house. It smelled like old books and cinnamon. Trey and Jeff sat down on a floral-patterned couch while Henry stood in the middle of the living room, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. Kate walked right up to him without a shred of hesitation.

"Let me take care of you, Henry," she said softly, before dropping to her knees on the beige carpet.

Jeff made a small, uncomfortable noise next to Trey, but didn't say anything. He just watched. Trey leaned back, a huge grin on his face. This was better than television.

With practiced, confident hands, Kate unbuckled Henry’s belt and pulled down the zipper on his khaki shorts. A moment later, she pulled out a pale, wrinkled, and completely soft cock. She didn't flinch. She just wrapped her hand around it and started to stroke it slowly, rhythmically. Trey watched as the old man’s dick slowly came to life under her skilled touch, thickening and hardening until it was surprisingly solid.

Henry let out a deep groan of pleasure, jolting from the sudden pleasure of a young warm hand touching his member which hadn’t seen action in years, his eyes rolling back in his head. Kate smiled up at him, then leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She started sucking on it eagerly, her head bobbing up and down.

Trey turned to Jeff, who looked like he was about to be sick. "So," Trey asked casually, "what do you think?"

Jeff jumped, startled. He swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the scene in front of him. "I... I think she's a really good neighbor," he croaked out, his voice barely a whisper. Trey had to stifle a laugh.

Henry, looking a little unsteady on his feet, finally spoke up. "Whoa, whoa, slow down there, young lady. An old man could have a heart attack." He eased himself down onto the armchair opposite the couch, Kate still attached to his cock. "Let's get more comfortable."

Kate pulled back, her lips glistening. Without a word, she stood up and quickly shucked off her shirt and unbuttoned her jeans. In seconds, she was completely naked, standing in Henry’s living room like it was the most normal thing in the world. Jeff just sank deeper into the couch cushions, looking mortified.

Kate climbed onto the armchair, straddling the old man. She turned around, presenting her ass to Trey and Jeff, grabbed Henry's hard cock, and slowly lowered herself onto it, taking him deep inside her. A loud moan escaped her lips as she started to ride him, her back arched, her hands gripping the back of the armchair.

After a few minutes of hard, fast fucking, Kate paused, panting. "Henry," she breathed, "do you want to try my ass?"

That was the last straw for Jeff. He shot up from his seat. "What? But you never let ME try anal!" he yelled, his voice cracking with a mix of betrayal and sheer disbelief.

Trey absolutely lost it, bursting out laughing. This was pure gold.

Kate just looked over her shoulder at her husband, annoyed. "This isn't about you, Jeff! This is about Henry's health!" She then turned back to Henry, who was nodding eagerly. She repositioned herself, pushing her tight asshole against the head of his cock, and with a grunt, she took him all the way in.

They fucked for another ten minutes, the sounds of slapping skin and Kate’s loud moans filling the quiet house. Finally, with a loud roar, Henry shot his load deep inside her. Kate collapsed onto his chest, panting heavily.

A few minutes later, they got off each other, and started getting dressed as if nothing had happened. Trey and Jeff got up from the couch. As the young couple headed for the door, Henry clapped Trey on the shoulder.

"Thank you, son," he said, his face flushed and happy. "I haven't felt this good in years. All my pain is gone!"

"No problem," Trey said with a smirk. "This is good for you. Maybe Kate can come over and do this for you every morning."

"I'd love to!" Kate chirped, turning around with a bright smile. "See you tomorrow morning, Henry!"

She grabbed Jeff's hand and pulled him out the door. He followed along like a zombie, his face a perfect mask of confusion and despair.

Trey watched them go, a deep sense of satisfaction washing over him. He had taken a perfectly normal, happy couple and completely broken their reality, just for a laugh. He didn't give a damn what would happen to them, if Jeff would leave her, or if someone would find out about their little arrangement. It wasn't his problem.

He stepped out of Henry’s house and back into the sun. The day was still young. He couldn't wait to see what other fun he could have.