WARNING! This story contains graphic depictions of sexual activity between consenting adult males. If you are offended by such material, read no further. Also, if you are under legal age, in a state or community where such material is prohibited by law, or there is any other reason you shouldn't be reading this.. Don't!
Oh yes, I should also tell you that this is a work of fiction and imagination and any resemblance to any real life persons or events is purely coincidental, etc. etc. etc.
..and this time, I'm trying something different.. I'm also going to try and view events from John's perspective, rather than it all be just Peter's story. Please, let me know if you like this approach.
Just Being Neighborly. - Chapter 12
As I lay there later that night, remembering what it had been like out on Peter's deck, I kept going over it - and the past several weeks - in my mind. It had all been like a whirlwind. Short meetings. Races against the clock. But somehow this last evening didn't seem to have flown by quite so fast, or with such reckless abandon to get to the finish. There was something more to it.
I could remember the feel of his back against my chest. Even with our clothing between us I felt his warmth and an almost magnetic pull, reaching out to pull us even closer together. To have us merge into one with each other.
I recalled his manly smell and the light scent of his soap over those of his heated body. The smell of his shampoo as my nose caressed the back of his head and my lips touched his neck came into my mind so strongly that it was as if he were here next to me.
.and his `surprises'! Oh, how wonderful they were. I could feel him mounted on my steel-hard rod. It was like a hot, tight, velvet glove descending over my manhood, only to grab it even more tightly as it rode off and then back on, caressing and stroking me as it drew my juices up to the brink and, eventually, into itself.
These thoughts and memories were having a troubling effect. As I went over them, my cock had, of course, responded with a mind of its own and was now fully erect and asking for attention. I reached down and stroked myself lightly. That only made the demand more urgent, so I quietly got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
When I closed the door and turned the light on, I saw my reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Fairly tall and thin, nicely muscled - but from daily use, not from pumping iron in some public sweat shop - and damn well equipped! My twelve inches stood up and out from under its light brown bush of pubic curls. It was thin enough that it didn't fall down under its own weight, but kept it's head up at about a thirty or forty-five degree angle off my navel.
I could see a shiny drop of pre-cum glistening at the slit and reached down with my finger, plucked it off the tip, and put it to my tongue. "If only this were Peter's," I thought to myself as I tasted the slightly salty nectar.
Leaning back against the sink, I started to stroke it. I watched in the mirror as my hand went up and down on the rigid shaft. I certainly had enough to use two hands, but I never really mastered that technique, preferring to stick to the old, time-tested, one-handed jack.
As I watched, I wondered what it would feel like to have a cock like this sliding up my love chute and dropping its load of hot cream into my insides. I sure knew what it felt like to be the one doing the filling! .and it was great! Yes. it was really great when I was able to slide in through those tight lips and feel the inner heat of his body and his passion as I drove this piston in and out.
The more I imagined being inside my lover, the faster my hand began to move. I closed my eyes tightly and quit looking at the reflection. Rather, I began to recall the events from earlier and set my mind to `feel' the same sensations as before. Little by little my body began to tense and my balls began to rise and hug the base of my raging hard-on. Yes. I was getting there. I started to pound even more fiercely, but trying to keep from making any noises that might be heard in the next room.
Then it hit!!! My body started to shudder and my ass cheeks clamped tightly together. The surge of electricity came out of my spine and enveloped my whole lower half. I turned quickly toward the sink and put my left hand out in front of myself to deflect anything that might overshoot.and it started to spurt! One shot hit dead center in my left palm, but the next one went up and over and hit the tile behind the sink. Before it could even start to slide downward, the next one hit above that one and then ran down slightly to join with its predecessor.
I pushed down on myself and the next one landed again in my palm, then the rest dropped into the sink below my hand. Whew! I needed that! I stroked a few more times to `empty the tank' and then turned the water on to clean up of the mess.
After completing the `housekeeping', I opened the door, walked across, and lay back down on the bed. It wasn't what I would have liked to have..but at least it should keep that thing down for a while and let me get to sleep!
Thursday night I joined Peter and Rachel for the walk, and then because of my wife's and my schedules, I didn't see them again until the next Wednesday night when they came over to our house.
We all just sat there in the living room and chatted. Since we weren't at Rache's house, where the "girl's toys" are, Peter and I had to be content with just being near each other. Once, of course, we went into the kitchen together to make another pot of tea and got to at least touch each other momentarily - and steal a very quick kiss - but, otherwise, it was turning out to be a perfectly `straight' evening.
As Peter and Rache were getting up to leave, Julie says, "Oh, yes. by the way, Rache. I read something about a craft fair at the convention center this weekend. Do you have anything booked? Or would you maybe like to catch the show?"
"Hey..sure. that sounds great. We can go right after my hair appointment. You don't mind do you, guys? Or would you like to come with us?"
"Oh..no..we don't mind. .unh.do we Peter? I'm sure we can find something to keep us out of trouble," I quickly replied. I wasn't going to let this opportunity get by. I had some `surprises' to repay.
"No. not at all. I'd go if it was just you and me, Rache, but since you'll have Julie, you don't need me hangin' around and looking bored. I'm sure John and I have enough chores around the yards to keep us more than busy."
"I've got an idea," Julie added. "Rache, why don't I go with you to the beauty shop and get my nails done. I'll call and see if I can't get an appointment then. ..and if I can't, I'll just go next door and have a cup of tea and wait for you."
As our wives continued the conversation and made their plans, Peter and I looked at each other and there was no question about message that was going between our eyes. We were going to have almost a whole day together!!! Things were looking up!!!!
It seemed like forever until Saturday morning finally rolled around. Peter and I had only spoken in passing on Thursday evening and hadn't had a chance to do much except agree that we would both be cleaning gutters when the wives left. So there we were. both up on ladders scraping out leaves, pine needles, and muck when Julie walked over, got in the car with Rache, and they drove off.
I have to congratulate us both for restraint. We actually continued and finished cleaning the gutters instead of jumping down and running into the nearest room to strip and get down on it. It only took us about ten more minutes. Or, at least, that's how long it took for me to finish. I had just put the ladder away when Peter arrived.
"I'm still covered with that stinky shit!" he exclaimed as he rounded the back of my house to where I was standing. ".and I see that you are too. Got any suggestions for how we can remedy that?"
It didn't take a rocket scientist to see where he was leading. "Yeah. You want to run home and shower while I do the same?"
"What!!!?!!! Sure.go home. right!!! Any other bright suggestions, Mr. Einstien?"
"Well. I don't know if you would want to.. But.. maybe. would you consider ." I pretended to fumble for words.
In his usual, somewhat blunt way, Peter looked me right in the eye and said, "Get your ass in the house and let's get in that shower..NOW!!"
"Okay, boss.. Okay." I smiled back at him and we hurried into the house.
Within a minute we were standing in the bathroom, both stripped and naked.
"I just remembered," Peter said, "I didn't bring a change of clothes with me."
"That's okay. Why're you going to need clothes for the next few hours? .and I'll give you some shorts to get home in when you leave."
I stood there looking at him for a few seconds, then held out my arms. He moved into them and pressed his head against my neck and shoulder, then lifted his face to me and I bent forward. Our lips met and I felt him press his body tighter against me. That was one sexy stud I had there! .and he knew just what to do, and how to do it, to get my motor racing.
I pulled my lips away for a moment to whisper, "God, I've missed you! All I've done is dream about you and count the minutes until now! Come to daddy, sweetheart. Let me have that good old-fashioned lovin' that you're so good at."
"Me too. I've been wanting you so badly." he mumbled back as he reached up and pulled my face and lips back to his.
As we kissed, he began to rub his groin against me. I could feel the top of his manhood and his pubic patch rubbing against the end of my own member as it hung down between us. Slowly but surely I could feel both shafts begin to thicken and rise. Pretty soon I could feel the tip of his sticking up and rubbing into the bottom and back of my balls. I gripped it between my legs and felt it pushing in and out between them.
I leaned back for a moment to allow my now-hardened rod to swing around and up so that it was between us and I could feel it rub against the hairs of the treasure trail below his navel. Still holding tightly with one arm, I reached out with the other, opened the shower door, and turned on the water. I adjusted it slightly to where it was just warm enough, but not hot, and then we stepped together - still holding each other - under the spray.
I felt the warm water as it hit the back of my head and my neck and ran down my back. Some of it came around the sides and wet our faces and then ran down our sides and Peter's back. We were too tight together for any of it to get between us and get our fronts wet. Slowly we moved our feet and turned in circles under the jets of water, each getting a chance to feel the soothing effects of the spray.
After several rounds, as my hand passed the holder, I grabbed the soap and then slowly began to rub the bar up and down Peter's back, eventually moving it down until it moved into the crack in his ass and I began to push it further down and under. When I did that, he spread his legs slightly, and a quiet moan escaped through his nose.
I reached up and turned the nozzle almost straight down, and we moved out from under the direct spray. I began to rub the soap up and down his back, creating a nice lather, then dropped the soap and just used both hands to rub the lather up onto his shoulders and then down his arms. We were still facing each other and I was reaching around him to get to his back.
When I moved my hands back up his arms to his shoulders, he turned and leaned his back against my chest and whispered sexily, "don't forget the front, fly boy. or are you my sailor?"
"From all the stories I've heard about `Navy life', it's probably sailor.. So why don't you just bend over and pick up the soap?"
"Oh, you sly old dog, you. .and, if I do, am I going to have any surprises?"
"Maybe not this time, but don't expect any guarantees later." I growled back at him in my best old sex-fiend voice. "Now get that soap!"
As he bent over to pick it up, he reached down with his right hand, but carefully covered his ass with his left. "It's not that I don't trust you, but.." he snickered.
Of course it was tempting, but I didn't want to go too fast this time. I wanted to have some real foreplay and work-up time for a change. Although that isn't to say that my small head wasn't thinking about that warm, cozy cavern right there in front of it. It's a good thing that sometimes my brain does remain in control.
Peter straightened up and turned back to hand the soap to me. Then he stopped and said, "No. Now it's my turn," and he began to rub the soap onto my chest and down my stomach. When he reached below my navel, he moved over to the side to avoid contact with the rod that was standing up between us. Then he dropped the soap back into its holder and began to rub my chest, creating a nice white lather in the hair between my pecs.
Slowly he moved his hands outward in circles until he included my nipples in his rubbing. Each time his hands came down over the nipples, I felt a surge of electricity course through my body. Then he began to reach around under my arms and spread the soapy lather around to my back. In order to reach all the way around, of course, he had to come up right against me.
I could feel our cocks trapped together between us, so I reached behind him and pulled him closer so that they were rubbing against each other as we moved. His hands had worked their way down my back and they were now concentrating onto my butt cheeks. Round and round they went, rubbing their soapy way nearer and nearer the separating crack.
Then they were in the crack and sliding down toward the rosebud that lay below. I may be a `top' for the most part, but that doesn't mean that I don't get pleasure from having my ass touched and stimulated. There are a lot of highly erogenous spots around -- and in -- there.
"What's good for the goose.." I thought to myself. Since my hands were already behind him, I just slid them down onto his firm round globes and moved my fingers in toward the center.
"Uuummm, nice." he responded, as he began to nuzzle my neck with his nose and lips.
"Uuummm, that's nice, too. But shall we get out and dry off?"
"Not yet. I haven't washed everything yet.." He said as he backed slightly away and brought his hands out from behind me. "There's something here I want to get really, really clean." With that he reached back up and took the bar of soap off the holder and began to work up a good lather in his hands.
When he put the soap back in the dish, he reached down and grabbed my balls with one soapy hand, and my cock with the other.
"Whooo! Wow!" just slipped out of my lips as that electric- like shock wave enveloped my groin. "MMmmm.wash that baby! It likes that!"
Slowly he began to rub my balls and pull on them with the one hand while the other began to slowly stroke up and down my rigid shaft. "MMmmmmmm. oooooohhh, yessssss!" I whispered through my teeth, "Scrub that cock good now.. Don't want any dirt and germs where it's gonna go."
After several minutes of what he was doing - several VERY NICE minutes - he let go of my balls and slipped his hand between my legs. He slowly withdrew his hand, then pushed it back..a little farther that time. Then again. Slowly he worked his hand between my thighs until his finger finally began to probe slightly upward. I knew what he was searching for, and I spread my legs open slightly.
That's all it took! His finger bent and slipped into its waiting, and willing, target. All the while he was still slowly stroking my already fully engorged cock. I began to feel that I was going to explode!! It felt wonderful!! I bent my knees and opened my legs and thighs wider. His hand slipped futher back and his finger went deeper!! "Ooooooooooohhhhhh.. Ooooooooohhhhhh, yyyyeeeessssssss!!"
Suddenly he leaned forward and the top six inches of my cock disappeared into his face. The extra warmth and the raspy feel of his tongue sent me over the edge!!
The first volley shot up from between my legs and through the piss tube on its way to his mouth! I squatted down onto his hand and tried to drive my ass further down onto his finger! Then I felt that first shot as it cleared the tip and his hungry mouth began to suck and pull on it.
The second round fired!! Then another! The finger in me bent forward and pressed the back of my prostate and I almost shouted from the incredible sensation! I don't know how many times I shot. It all became a blur of sparkling stars and lights! My hips were thrusting forward trying to drive my spike into his throat! I had grabbed the back of his head and was pulling it to meet the thrusts! Shot after shot fired! One after another I felt the jolts of electricity above my balls, shooting up the shaft of my cock as if in a race with the cum inside.
My eyes were shut so tightly that when the eruptions finally began to subside I actually had to force them open again. My hands relaxed and Peter pulled his head back.not quite releasing all of my cock from his still moving tongue and mouth.
I noticed then that he had kept his hand on my shaft and that was probably all that had kept me from choking him to death in my wild frenzy. He was still stroking it slowly, gripping tightly on the upward move, driving anything inside up to and out at the slit on top. His mouth was working in tandem to make sure it got every drop. I was drained!!
Finally he lifted his head, and I felt his tongue rasp the back of the head one last time before I felt the cold tingle of the air on it. "MMmmmmmm, you do taste so good," he smiled up at me. "I'm just going to have to have some more of that before the day is over."
"Do that again and I won't even know what day it is!"
Slowly I reached up and moved the shower head back into position so that it was now pouring water onto us again. Peter stood back up and moved up against me. I could feel his warmth as he again put his face onto my chest just under my neck.
I decided to just stand there like that until the warm water ran out.
(to be continued)
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