A NEW NEIGHBOR(S) by Mike Austin
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III.
My cell woke me up, I glared at the face but the number wasn't familiar so let it go to VM. After one or two too many margaritas last night, I had a deep ache behind my eyes as I made my way to the kitchen to start coffee. Waiting for the brew to finish, I listened to my VM and found it was Ed calling to ask a favor about meeting the security guys at their place and getting them inside the garage until he or Peter could get home. The key was taped under the vinyl trash can lid beside the garage door. The message closed with thanks and to call if 9a.m. today wouldn't work for me. After my offer to do just this sort of help for them yesterday, I couldn't back out now and besides how hard would that be to get the security company guys going until Ed or Peter got home and took over. I'd make a big cup of coffee, head down there about 8:45 and do my `recon' and while they'd not moved in yet, there were some boxes of stuff in the garage I'd noticed in driving past their place. Jackson had phoned as well, recapped the fun they all had and hoped to see me this week. I nodded, NOT as I deleted the message. The last message was from Thomas, a recent trick from across town. His swarthy Italian voice urged me to replay the message and bone up. No time for this dreamy shit now, I had to hit the shower, dress and get down to the neighbors' place before Century Alarm did. I got there as planned, had a tall iced coffee and waited just a few minutes until the Century Alarm van arrived. "Mr. Davis", asked the tall brown-haired driver from behind mirrored aviator glasses? "Nope, a neighbor, just helping out", I replied as the tall driver- Rick and helper, Arron began pulling their gear from the side of the van. I'd already retrieved the key from the trash can and had the garage open so they'd be able to get right on running cables or power connections as they may need. Aaron was a ginger, about 25, a little shorter than me at about 5'8", lean and fit and showed a huge package. My review of "his goods" did not go unnoticed, as he smiled or smirked, made an adjustment to his crotch and hauled a ladder off the top of the van. As he walked to the garage, I noticed the tight butt framed by his blue work pants. Rick's brown shaggy haircut matched the brush of chest hair that popped from his opened work shirt. He was unaware of my quick crotch-cruise as I sipped the iced coffee. The pair set about locating the electrical panel, phone and cable leads to the house and asked if I knew where their panels were to be set inside. Advising I had no idea but one of the owners would be home soon, they set about laying out their gear and cables, connectors, etc inside the garage. It was already beginning to heat up and fortunately there was a ceiling fan in the garage which I popped into high speed to help ease some of the building heat. Rick announced he needed XYZ items for this connection and would run up to Home Depot and get his additional supplies, if I didn't mid staying here, as Aaron would remain getting their stuff set up. Their van pulled away, leaving me with the hot ginger Aaron. Could I pull this off? Would Ed or Peter arrive and spoil things, would Rick return early, would Aaron even put out? So many questions, yet, No Time Like The Present, pushed my GO button and I was on the hunt. I made eye contact pretty fast. He was standing on the 2nd rung from the bottom of the ladder and with his height, his crotch was at eye level. I chugged down some coffee, looked up then back down to his crotch and back up at him. He glanced outside, reached for his crotch with his left hand, held it, looked back outside, then to me, "want this" he asked? "Hell yeah" came my quick reply. "We don't have much time before Rick returns" as he stepped off the ladder and made his way to the laundry room at the back end of the garage. It was free from eyes coming up the driveway or passing on the street and far enough out of sight to give us time to regroup if anyone arrived. He was already tugging his belt open when he turned just inside the laundry room, hip-fucked the air, "gimme some good fast head" he directed. I squatted before him as he tugged open his fly, reached for his bulge, squeezed "don't tease, suck it" he whispered. His thick, veiny pinkish cock swung free from those dense ginger pubes and I was down on it like a dive bomber. I swallowed the growing hardon and golf-ball sized head down my throat. His hands gripped the back of my head as he face fucked me with increasing speed. "Yeah that's it, go for my nut you eager cocksucker" he challenged. He must have been extra horny as in no time, he urged me to "get ready" and almost immediately began flooding my throat with cum. We finished up fast, he redressed and was back on the ladder before Rick returned, as though nothing had happened. In the recovery process, I gave Aaron my cell if he ever needed more head. "Nice" he nodded, "sure" and stuffed my card in his pocket. He was busy with stuff as Rick returned, bags in hand and after another 20 minutes of set-up, it was Peter who arrived to take over house sitting duty. He thanked me repeatedly, I assured him no problem and reminded him that I offered anytime, we shook hands and I returned to my place for cool air and an iced coffee refill. I drifted back to sucking Aaron in that laundry room, the fast pace and tension, unease and risk, that was it, the risk; that was what was missing anymore. Sex had grown, predictable and I needed risk!!!!!!!!!! Thomas, now there was some RISK.......