THE NEIGHBOR- Part 6 “There you are, Warren,” Warren bumped..

THE NEIGHBOR- Part 6 “There you are, Warren,” Warren bumped right into the shorter, older man. David McMaster was not imposing in appearance. An average looking man, with silvery grey hair, he stood about 5”10 to Warren’s 6’2. While most of the guests were dress casually or not at all, McMaster wore an obviously expensive grey suit. It was the aire about him that was more imposing then his appearance or physique. When Warren bumped into him, McMaster took Warren’s right hand into his in a firm handshake and placed his other hand on the taller, younger man’s muscular shoulder. Warren felt so close to the man that he felt small. “I’m just was heading back home,” Warren was confused and despite his macho exterior, scared. “Nonsense, you just got here, boy,” McMasters slapped his large left delt. “Really, I think I better go,” Warren tried to protest, but McMasters paid no attention. The older man stopped a passing waiter and took two champagne glasses from the tray. He smiled at Warren as he caught him looking at the waiter’s sculptured buttocks framed by the black uniform jock. Even straight Warren had to admit that the waiter had a great ass. Warren turned red when he noticed that McMaster had caught him, and took a slip of the champagne. McMaster guided Warren toward the end of the terraces with a firm grip on his muscular bicep. From the terraces,Warren could clearly see Erica’s house, with it’s entire wall of windows looking down upon them. “I’m glad you came,” McMaster gently stroked Warren’s massive tan bicep. Warren would normally pulled away from such a bold advancement but the touch of the older man felt relaxing, and good, like a touch of a father figure. “Thank you for inviting me,” Warren took another slip from the champagne. “I’m not quite sure how you knew who I am.” McMaster smiled, “I noticed you watching me and some of my guests the last couple of weeks.” “I’m sorry, I’m not some . ..” Warren turned red and stopped himself. “A pervert,” McMasters finished his sentence with a laugh. “It quite alright. After seeing you, I made some inquiries about that beautiful younger man that was living in Erica’s mansion.” Warren had his head down, like a shy school boy, “you know Erica?” “It a small neighborhood,” McMaster smiled. Warren attention was briefly pulled away from McMaster when he noticed the motorcycle cop being led inside the house by two older men. The muscular police officer was naked except for his helmet, gun belt and boots. His hands were cuffed in his own handcuffs as he was led into the mansion. The police officer’s impressively hung cock was standing straight ahead and oozing precum on to the stone terrace. The cop’s legs were thick and powerful with a magnificent large ass which men greedy groped as he passed. Despite being handcuffed and groped, the police officer was docile and even looked blissful as he was being led into the house. Warren grew nervous again, he downed the rest of the champagne, “I better go.” “Nonsense,” McMaster put his hand on the back of Warren’s neck and gently rubbed it, “just relaxed. That it, breathe in and out.” Warren found himself closing his eyes as his nerves calmed and he slowly began to breathe in and out as he was told. Still rubbing the thick muscular neck with one hand, McMaster began to unbutton Warren’s shirt with the other, “you are way over dressed. You always love showing off your body, I can tell.” “Yes,” Warren hummed as he felt so relaxed. The older man ran his hand down Warren’s smooth, wide pecs as he open each button. The evening breeze felt good on Warren’s nipples as the shirt was spread open. McMaster leaned in and gently kissed Warren’s thick, muscular neck, causing the straight stud to moan. Warren felt his will melting as McMaster kissed down his neck and broad shoulders while peeling the shirt down his massive arms. He opened his eyes when he felt McMaster pulling away from kissing his neck. He then watched the man run his hands down his chisel abs, tracing the defined cobblestones. Warren swallowed as McMaster reached his shorts and unbuttoned them. McMaster opened the shorts and began to peel them down over Warren’s muscular hips and long powerful legs. When the shorts reached his ankles, Warren obediently stepped out of them. “Now that’s better, isn’t it,” McMaster smiled as he stood up and took two more champagne glasses from another half naked waiter. Warren’s cock was clearly visible through the white speedo. His impressive staff looked like a tub as it pointed toward his left leg. He then noticed the small group on onlookers watching them, and whispering among themselves. Warren took a large gulp of the champagne. As he lifted the glass to his mouth, he felt McMasters hand brushing the outline of his cock. A bit of Warren’s old cockiness returned as he looked down and gave a smirk at the man’s hand. The champagne and the sexual tension was making him feel warm. As Warren grew more and more relaxed, McMaster and him made small talk as the older man showed him around the huge house, introducing him to various important men. As they walked, McMaster had a hand on Warren’s lower back, gently stroking it. Warren’s were keenly aware of the looks the other guests were giving them. It was a mixture of envy and respect. In an odd way, Warren felt pound and cocky that he was being paraded around as Mr. McMaster latest boy toy. Warren noticed that the men that were groping and m0lesting every other hard body stud at the party, but were reserved around him. He also noticed the men looking at McMaster for permission before touching Warren’s sculptured body. If the men were important or acceptable enough, McMaster would give a nod of approval for the men to touch Warren. They were respectful, avoiding Warren’s still hard cock and perfectly shaped ass. Warren found himself growing comfortable and loving the attention. He flexed his huge pecs, making them bounced and dance for the men as they felt them up. Warren always been a narcissist and McMaster now used it against him. He was enjoying the admiration even if it was from other men. They stopped for a bit and took another champagne from a short blond waiter. Warren couldn’t help from noticing the dried cum on the waiter’s boyish face and as the waiter turned a trail of cum ran down the boy’s muscular legs. Warren knew that the boy, probably barely ninet33n, had been repleted fucked only minutes ago. Warren took a slip the champagne, “ what do you do? What kind of business you do to afford all of this? I noticed those men were almost scared of you.” McMasters laughed, “ I won’t say they were afraid.” He paused, “ I would say respectful.” “Warren, I’m a collector and a dealer,” McMaster then laughed when he saw Warren’s expression. “Not drugs, but things of beauty. Beautiful things that are unattainable for many of those men even with their vast wealth. I deal in men like yourself, Rob Terry, the construction worker, the police officer.” McMasters touched Warren’s chest and worked his fingers down the chisel torso, “Men like you are unattainable. Straight Alpha males. I make you attainable.” Warren was confused, but at the same time so horny. McMaster’s touch was feeling so good against his body. His cock wanted to explore. Then McMasters took his hand, “I have a surprise for you.” Warren was sexually frustrated but obediently followed the older man.