As winter was turning into spring, I found myself working in the yard more and more. An avid gardener, I had spent quite a lot of time and money the previous year adding plants to the our landscaping. As I was working on the garden in front of the house I could hear arguing from our neighbors house. It actually wasn't that unusual to hear them fighting. They were a younger couple, probably a good 10 years younger than my partner and I, but they had 4 kids under the age of 5. I was trying to ignore their arguing, when I heard a door slam behind and turned to see the husband storming out of the house. As our eyes meet, I can hear his wife in the house yelling for the kids. As it becomes clear that their voices carry, he hesitates and then comes over to talk. Now, we had lived in this house for a little over a year and she was always the one coming over to chat, but he'd never done this. "Hey Mike - I'm sorry you had to hear all that. I didn't fully realize how much our voices carry." he said to me with a shy, embarrassed expression. "Hey Tim, don't worry about it...I usually have my earbuds in anyway." I say trying to be lighthearted about it. He smirked, "I never hear anything coming from you guys, you're pretty quiet." I felt his eyes scanning me from head to toe, "Well Andy and I don't argue too much, we learned a long time ago to walk away before things get too heated." "Yeah, I should learn to do that." Tim said with a wistful look in his eye, "But, I love the make-up sex..." He said absentmindedly, as his hand unconsciously cupped his crotch. His eyes cleared and he once again realized where he was, and he cleared his throat. He begged off and bounded over to his truck and pulled out of the driveway. It was funny that such a short encounter would open up the lines of communication, but he became much more gregarious with me at least. Every time I was outside he would come over and we'd chat, sometimes it was a quick chat, other times we would lose track of time. It was a few months after our first chat, when I was out in the garden again, weeding this time. I am on my hands and knees, pulling weeds - my partner has told me that this position is almost pornographic because of how good it makes my ass look. This particular morning I was lucky and had the day off even though it was a weekday. I figured that everyone in the neighborhood would be at work, so I'm out there shirtless, and had decided to wear a jock under my mesh shorts. These particular shorts are rather see-through, which normally isn't an issue because I'm usually wearing boxer briefs. However, today I'd decided to throw on a jock, because I was particularly horny, and I love the way it makes my ass feel. As I'm weeding, I feel like I'm being watched. As I turn my head I see Tim standing at the top of our front stairs, a few steps away from me. His jaw about to his chest. "Hey Tim, I didn't hear you come up, how's it going..." I say to him, staying in my bent over position, fully expecting him to move to my side or something. Staying where he was, his eyes not lifting from my ass, "Did you know those shorts are see-through?" Feeling a rush of naughtiness swell inside me, I lower my torso a little more, and pop my ass higher, "Oh really? I didn't know that?" I say with a naughty smirk. As I glance back over my shoulder I see the tent growing in his dad shorts. He's still staring at my ass, slack jawed. "Would you like to come in Tim?" I ask him with a wink. He simply nods and licks his lips. I stand up, and brush my hands off before turning and leading him up the front steps. As we step through the front door I reach back and grab his cock. "Fuck your thick" I say, shocked by the girth in my hand. Without a word, he shuts the front door and push me against the entryway closet door. Before I could turn my head, my shorts were around my ankles and his precum slicked cockhead was sliding across my puckered hole. "OH FUCK" I groaned as the head of his dick was pushing against my hole. His hands gripped my hips hard, and pulled me back to him. "Take my fucking cock bitch" he growled. Without even a pause to let me adjust to his girth, he kept a forward march deeper and deeper into my guts. I may have experience with dick, but this man's girth was taking my breath away and making my eyes water. I tried to regulate my breath to keep the pain at bay. As I was about to tell him to give me a break to adjust, I felt the roughness of his pubes against my ass. "Fuck, my wife can't even take it all..." he whispered in my ear, as he collapsed against my back. His breath on my neck, sent goosebumps across my body. I could feel his stubble, as his chin and cheek were moving around my shoulders, as if he was fighting something. That's when I felt his lips connect with my skin. At first it was on my shoulder, but he started moving toward my neck. Obviously, our conversations haven't reached the point of discussing erogenous zones, but my neck is my second hottest zone, after my nipples. "AHHHHH...." I screamed as his lips and tongue made contact just behind my ear. "Fuck your ass just clamped down on my cock." He growled, and pulled his lips back. One hand moved up to my shoulder while the other stayed on my waist, and he started slamming into me. His hands were squeezing me hard enough that I thought he was sure to leave bruises. At this point I didn't care, I just bent over further and pushed my ass back to him. I wanted him to have full access to every inch of my hole. "GOD DAMN TIM, fuck me..." I said with a shaky voice as his thrusts impacted me. "You like that don't you slut?" He growled at me, knowing the answer to his question. I was starting to feel the white hot heat of an orgasm course through my body, the goosebumps have once again covered me, and I knew that I was about to blow a huge load. "Tim, I'm gonna cum soon, please don't stop..." I begged with audible desperation in my voice. "I'm not stopping until I cum deep inside you...and I'm fucking close." He said, punctuating his sentence with his thrusts. I closed my eyes and pictured this hot, bearded, muscular man behind me. He had the body of a lumberjack, an unbelievable dick. Opening my eyes I looked back over my shoulder to see he'd pulled his t-shirt back behind his head, and his hairy torso was glistening with sweat. That's all I needed...my ass clamped down hard on his fat weapon. "OH GOD....TIM" I cried as I rode out my orgasm on his cock. My ass flexing around him. "FUCK..." he bellowed, "What are you doing with your ass...I'm cumming, FUCK MIKE, I'm cumming." I could feel his cock swell to even more impossible thickness, as it twitched inside me. My ass was filling with his hot seed. It didn't take long before I could feel the hot, sticky cum sliding down my thighs. "No wonder this fucker has 4 kids under 5..." I thought to myself feeling the size of his load. His cock began to wilt, and slowly popped out of my ass, followed by a good amount of cum. My ass felt like it'd been royally abused, but I loved it. There is no better feeling than being freshly fucked. "I can't fucking believe I did that..." Tim said as he was pulling up his shorts. "It was incredible Tim, and I'm happy to let you do that anytime you need it." I said to him, turning around to face him. "I don't think that this is ever going to happen again, I don't know what came over me." He said, before opening the door and heading out and down the steps. I stood there, ass throbbing from one of the best fucks of my life, standing in puddle of our combined cum wondering what the fuck just happened.