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glamour next door (Tuscany, Italy)
The Talented Mr. Hall
Chapter One: Meeting the New Neighbor
Featuring Philip Baker Hall
I really didn’t know what to expect when I moved into Knox Village in Los Angeles, California. I guess I imagined it to be full of celebrities, and yes there were more than enough of them, but I also found some nice regular people. Actually the house next to me was occupied by an hot granddaddy actor who played the private investigator in "The Talented Mr. Ripley" and countless other roles, gave me heart palpitations the moment I spotted him. You see, I have a big yard and I have a garden area. I was out there the day after I moved in potting some plants when I heard the door open next door. I glanced over and out walked this handsome old man. He had that rugged, wise, ‘old genial’ man appearance that I love. He was wearing sweat pants and damn if I could see glimpses of his huge dick flopping back and forth as he straightened his patio chairs and sat down to read the morning paper. I thought I recognized him but couldn't place the face. I guess he saw me eyeing him because he said “Hello.”
“I see that you bought the house.” He added.
“Yea, I loved the location and I like the price. It’s rather inexpensive for an house in the neighborhood.” I added, speaking fast as his presence made me nervous as I was so stricken by his fatherly looks.
“How long have you lived here?” I asked as I positioned myself so that I could stare at his crotch.
“Almost ten years. A great place. The beach is just over the draw bridge and there’s a nice park down road.” He told me.
“There’s plenty of room for us and kids. Are you married?” He suddenly said, catching me off guard.
“No . . . my friend and I share . . . the house. He’s finishing a job in New York.” I said before I could catch myself.
“Oh! I see.” The old man said. Suddenly he was looking at me differently. His eyes seemed to stare at me as thought he was looking at me through a magnifying glass.
I stood there wordless, imagining all the things going on in his head.
“Ah . . . I didn’t mean to offend you.” The old man suddenly said.
“No offense, taken.” I finally found my voice.
“You look familiar to me, have I seen you somewhere before?” I asked to change the subject.
"You probably seen me in a movie or on television. I'm an actor." He said.
I still couldn't put a name to the face. I said, "Yes! Your name is on the tip of my tongue. Sorry, I can't say that I do know you, but I don't watch that much TV."
He laughed a little and then said, "My name is Philip Baker Hall and I am happy to meet you, whoever you are." He said.
"Just call me Shane, Shane Morrison" as he shook my hand.
Durning our brief conversation, I continued to survey my new neighbor; my eyes quickly scanned and evaluated this man. My eyes caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a well-formed basket below his belt buckle. Quickly, I re-established eye contact before things became uncomfortable. I wondered if he noticed me sizing him up. I silently reprimanded myself for checking him out. I also discovered he had a 47-year old wife and two kids under 15. Not bad for a man facing his 80th birthday.
Eventually he went back to reading his paper and I guess I spent an entire hour potting four plants that morning and got a roaring hard on as I worked and watched. When Philip finished his paper and went back inside I hurried in to my house and stripped naked. Thought of the old man and I shot off quickly. But I was still unsatisfied. And all day I thought of my neighbor as I finished straightening up the house. With Philip was still on my mind, around 10:00 p. m., I went outside for some fresh air to clear my head. I had been outside no more than 10 minutes when I heard some grunting and groaning coming from next door.
I stood in my yard for a tortured moment before I remembered that his house was exactly like mine! That meant that he had the same glass sliding doors opening to a patio from main bedroom. So I hurried next door in just my boxer shorts, hoping to be able to peek inside and see the old man fucking. My dick was throbbing even though I was shaking from fear of being discovered as I approached the old man’s patio. I couldn’t believe my luck. Philip had verticals blinds, but he didn’t have them complete closed. And although they had the lights off in the room, the bathroom light was burning. It’s light faintly lighted up the bedroom when suddenly as my eyes adjusted to the light inside, I spotted the short old man.
He was on the bed on top of his wife fucking like crazy. It was like watching a live porno with the bed springs creaked loudly as the sound of their bodies slapped against each other. The old guy was really impressing me as he was really tearing her up. Hell. The expression across her face was amazing as she met each of Philip's powerful thrusts with a closed-eye grin and her hands gripping the comforter tightly.
"Give it to him Philip. Fill that tight pussy with all that hot cum!" I quietly cheered as he began to really put it to her.
After a few minutes, I began stroking my cock slowly. Then as I watched, he rose into a kneeling position between her legs and turned her over to fuck her missionary. My eyes swelled at the sight of Philip's cock, seeing it for the first time. Damn if the old man wasn't packing one of, if not the biggest cock I've ever seen. Hall was about 5'6", 160 and it look like he had a cock that belonged to some twice that size. And in no time, Philip had all 9 inches at least, buried up his wife's pussy.
I admired Philip's ass as it bounced up and down fucking his wife. It too didn't look like it belonged to a man of 80. This was quite a site to see as his wife wrapped her legs around Philip's sweaty torso her feet digging into the backs of his thighs. I couldn't hold back any longer, firing my second load in less than 2 hours onto the wall and patio floor. It wasn't big, but I had a good pool of sperm all over. I stayed and watched for another few minutes before Philip bellowed like a bull and his ass twitched as he dropped his cum deposit deep in his wife. Philip stopped his thrusts and I could only hear the sounds of them kissing on their bed. Eventually he rolled off of her. I was amazed at how hot she looked with a glazed over well used expression on her face.
Still dizzy from the experience, I hurried in to my house and fell into bed. Well a guess we all slept very well that night.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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