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Just Being Neighborly. - Chapter 7
As I walked home the same questions kept revolving through my mind. "What have you gotten yourself into, Peter? What's going to happen? Where is this going to lead?" Well, tomorrow will be Saturday so maybe I'll be able to find some time to talk to him.
When I came into the house, I found my wife on a recliner in the family room. "I'm glad to see you took my advice and raised the leg. Did you take any ibuprofen?"
"Yes. It's better now. You must have taken some walk.."
"Yeah. actually I walked all the way over to the park and back. It was such a nice night.. I just got carried away."
"Glad you enjoyed it. Now could I trouble you for a cup of tea?"
"Sure. I'll make one for both of us." . . . . . . .
The next morning I was back out working in the yard when my wife came out and said, "I'll see you in a couple hours. Gotta get my hair done and run a couple errands. Want me to bring anything back for you for lunch? How about a sub?"
"Sounds fine. Thanks. See you when you later."
I watched the car until I saw her turn right at the corner two blocks up, and started to put the rake down and head toward John's.. but by the time I turned back around, guess who was coming across the street!! "I guess you were watching..??"
"Yep. Sure was. I know you said last week that she went to the hair dresser's on Saturdays, so I hung around and waited. You got much more to do out here?"
"No.. I was just using it as an excuse to be out here myself. Come on around back."
We walked around the side of the house to the back where I have a hot tub and large deck.
"Wow," John said. "Can I come over and use that sometime?" he asked.
"Sure. That'd be great to get in there with you..if no one else is around. Since there are no houses, only woods back here, `alone' is fairly easy..especially at night in the dark. Sound promising?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"Wanna go in now?"
"I think we need to talk.."
"I was afraid of that. but you're right. so let's get a soda and talk.. C'mon in."
As we went in the back door, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to him. I leaned back away from him and said: "I know.. I want you too. but we really need to talk."
"It's just that when I'm this close to you, all I want to do is hold you. to touch you.. to feel you up against me. I don't feel like talking. I don't even know if I can carry on a semi-intelligent conversation."
"Let's try. Okay?"
"Okay. Who's going to start?"
"I guess I will, though I'm not too sure where to start or what to start talking about. I guess the issue is the old where do we go from here?' . and I'm not sure of the answer. I do know that I am more attracted to you than anyone - or any man - that I have ever felt something for before. but I also know that I do not intend to come bounding out of any closet and tell my family `well you'll just have to like it or lump it'. I said before that I don't wish to change that situation, and I haven't changed my mind on that. Okay? The ball is in your court."
"I agree with everything you've said. I'm not ready to go riding off in the sunset either. But I really believe that I love you and I want to be with you however and whenever I can."
"Then I guess we're reading from the same sheet of music. We'll get together when we can, but you've got to recognize that this is going to be one hell of a stress and strain on us both. We have to make sure that we keep our guards up and not go making dumb mistakes - like we're trying to get caught - and blow the whole thing. .and we have to pace it, so to speak. We can't get together every day or night. It's going to have to have a limit . unless we can find some good excuse for being together `openly' so frequently. For the time being, anyway, we'll just have to rely on opportunities like this."
"Okay. I just hope it isn't too infrequent. I don't know how I'm going to handle seeing you walk by and not be able to run out to you.but I guess I'll have to . for now."
"Fine. The rules are set. We both know how we feel and how we feel about each other. Now, let's sit down and stop talking." As I said this, I sat on the sofa, pulling him down with me. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what was going to happen next. In about five seconds we had become an entwined knot of arms and legs, and, just about as quickly, rolled off the sofa onto the carpet and locked in a passionate kiss.
He had ended up on his back, and I was lying on top of him, grinding my lips and my groin into his. I had my hands on each side of his head to hold him to me, but slowly began to move them down to his neck and shoulders.then to each arm, feeling the strength of his muscles. I was back in heaven!!!
With a quick push on the floor, he reversed our positions and I found myself looking up into his eyes. Then he lifted himself up to a kneeling position with his knees on each side of my hips, and reached down to pull my shirt up and over my head until it was free of my arms and he could throw it over onto the sofa. He crouched low over me and, holding my shoulders, he bent forward and kissed my neck just below my right ear. Then he moved his lips up and over my lips, stopping for only the briefest and lightest of kisses, and up and over the tip and bridge of my nose to my forehead. His lips then made a u-turn and he lightly kissed each of my closed eyelids on the way back across my lips to my neck.
"Ooooohhhh, that's nice," was all I could utter. My arms and hands were flat on the floor, but now I raised them and reached for the buttons on the front of his shirt. He lifted up so that I could reach them and I unbuttoned them down to where the shirt disappeared below his jeans top and belt. I pulled the front of the shirt open and reached inside around the edges of his back to pull him down to me where I could get to those delicious nipples in there. First I got my lips and then the edges of my teeth onto his left one. After a minute of sucking and nibbling there, I moved my face across his chest, keeping my lips and nose in touch with his skin and the mat of hair, until I could service the right nipple as well. Then I couldn't hold it any more.. I began to lick and wash his entire chest with my tongue. I really, really wanted to taste him, so I did.
Now it was my turn. Duplicating the move he had made only minutes before, I pushed up from the floor and turned so that he was how back on the floor and I was kneeling over him. I pulled at the bottom of his shirt until it came out of the top of his jeans and I could throw it over to join mine on the sofa. Now I had his whole torso to work on. .and I went to work like a man in a frenzy!!! I couldn't get enough of his taste. Up and down and across his chest. Onto his shoulders and neck, and, finally, back to his lips. He opened his lips to allow my tongue to enter, then met and matched my probing with his own.
I could also feel his other probe throbbing and jerking against my own -- even through his jeans and my sweats. I ground myself closer against him and began to slowly move my hips back and forth over his rock-hard manhood. But I wanted skin contact - not hampered by all that cloth in between. I raised up and reached for his belt buckle.
"Oh, yes!!" he hissed between clenched teeth. "Open it up. Get it out!"
I couldn't do much more than unbuckle and unsnap from the position I was in, so I stood up all the way. I moved backwards to where I could remove his cross-trainers . he wasn't wearing any socks . and then grabbed his jeans and undershorts at the waistband and pulled. He lifted his hips to help but they only go so far down that way.so I moved back between his feet, grabbed the cuffs and pulled. That time I had success!! They were off. and joined the shirt. My sweats, sneakers, and shorts followed quickly to the same pile of clothes on the sofa. As I stood there above him looking down, I again had the urge to just taste him all over. So I decide that's what I was going to do.
I knelt down at the bottom of his feet and started at his ankles (I'm not really into feet except to rub them), and began to kiss and lap up the inside of his right calf. I stopped at the knee and went across to the left ankle and made my way back up to that knee. Then I pushed his legs tightly together, straddled his feet on my knees, and started to work my way up his thighs from side-to-side and along the tops, until I reached the large ballsack resting between the two. With my hands resting lightly on the outside of each of his thighs, I lifted my head, opened my mouth wide and enveloped as much of the twin orbs as I could get. I washed them lovingly with my tongue, and, as I did so, I could feel the goose bumps breaking out on his legs. I also felt the jerk and lift of his stiff manhood against the front of my cheek and side of my nose.
I kept at this for another few minutes until he began to moan and raise himself against me. Then I slowly started to continue my way upward, rasping the underside of that throbbing rod with my tongue, feeling it respond with a series of jerks and pulses, until I could touch the very tip and its slit. And, again, there was my reward waiting for me..in the form of a shiny droplet of precum glistening and stringing from the wet tip to a spot on his stomach just above his navel. Oh, how delicious it was!! I reached up with my right hand and lifted his steel-hard cock up until I could cover the head with my lips, and slowly began my descent over that satiny, heated pole. I could feel the passion filled veins as they moved across my lips, and again it jerked and pulsed and I tasted another drop of its nectar.
I began to bob my head up and down, using my tongue to wash and stimulate every inch of it.especially around the sensitive edge of that beautiful pink strawberry head. I was salivating like crazy and making it wetter and wetter as I worked it. I was still holding it in my right hand, down at the very base, and slowly stroking it in time with my head movements. By this time my hand was also getting very wet and slippery so I let loose and reached around behind me and into the crack between my asscheeks transferring the wetness to myself. I did this several times to make sure it was good and wet and ready, then I lifted up onto my knees, reached back down to hold it pointing straight up, and sat down over and onto that rigid staff.
There was a slight pain this time as it passed the lips of my sphincter, but that was gone in less than a second as the incredible pleasure took hold. Slowly I lowered myself further down onto that glorious sign post of his excitement, until I finally felt the rough, wiry texture of his pubic hairs against the bottom and back of my own ballsack. As I reached bottom, he groaned and said, "Oooooooohhh, damn!! That feels so good!"
"You don't have half an inkling how good it feels!!" I whispered. "You have no idea.." I was alive with sensation. Again it was electrical. I could feel him so deep . but up . inside me. As I slowly leaned forward and lifted myself, I could feel as the head moved back down its path toward those lips behind my balls. Then I sat back down and drove him home again.
Time and again I raised then lowered myself over him. Soon he began to lift his hips to me as I moved downward and relaxed back to the floor as I lifted. His hands reached up and began to stroke the front of my thighs, matching my motions. A sudden thought crossed my mind - or at least what was left of my ability to make conscious thought patterns - "I wonder..??.." So I reached down and pressed my hand tightly into my stomach, and, sure enough, I could feel him in there!!! I could actually feel its movement as I raised and lowered myself on that foot-long hot dog!!! The images that were invoked blew my last nerve, and I started to move faster. I wanted to send him over the top and feel him shoot his baby batter into me. I wanted to feel that sensation of hot lava again! Would it be as good this way? Or better? I want to feel it.
He started to groan again and he was still matching his thrusts to my movements. I could hear the sound of his butt thumping back down on the carpet each time I raised myself, and feel him slam against me as he lifted to meet my downward moves. Faster and faster we began to move. I could sense him getting nearer and nearer to the edge.
"Ride `em cowboy!!!" I shouted. "Bust that bronco!!" In my mind I was no longer in the saddle, but had moved up and was riding the horn for all I was worth!! My ass was being rocketed and reamed and I was loving every moment and every sensation. I was going wild!!! The muscles in the hot glove of my fuck chute were gripping and pulling on him far better than I could have done with hands or mouth.
His hands were flat on the floor to hold him in place and give him leverage to respond. His head was rolling back and forth from side to side. He was starting to gasp each breath between moans and groans. He was there!!!! .and then it happened!!! He lunged upward even as I was moving upward this time, and as we came down together to the floor, he really, really came!!!! And I felt it! Like a hot explosion he expelled his hot man juice into my guts. Oh, good god!!! I felt the pulsing throbs as I pushed myself down against him, even tighter, and moved my ass from side to side to draw out every drop. John had now moved his hands up to grab hold of the top of my thighs and was holding on to them tightly as he wiggled his ass under me, emptying his reservoir of hot syrup down to the last drop.
Just as he was reaching the end of his eruption, I felt that charge of electricity shooting down from my neck and up from my feet to meet between my legs. My breath caught in my throat and I shot a load of silky white cum that left pearly trails up and across his chest and shoulders and finally puddled around his navel. When I started to breathe again, my whole body shuddered and shook for a moment, and I looked down into his eyes. What I saw there made my whole insides feel as though they were tightening and twisting together, and I leaned forward and touched my lips to his.
As we kissed, I could still feel him inside me, and I felt a harmony and oneness with him. The emotions were flowing in every direction. I couldn't tell exactly what I felt. I just knew that I felt wonderful and wanted to share it with him. I moaned lightly to express those feelings to him and he responded by reaching around me and pulling me closer to him.
Then he moved his hands around in front and between us and pushed me lightly away from him. As our lips parted, he looked at me and said: "I do love you, you know.." The look in his eyes told me the same, and I wanted so badly to say it back to him, but it just wouldn't come out.. so I leaned forward again and put my lips back onto his.
Then I lightly kissed his cheeks and his forehead and his now closed eyes. "I do love him" I thought to myself. "Why can't I say it? . It's that nightmare thing. I can't do this. What can I do? .."
We were too attuned. He sensed what was going on in my head and said: "That's okay. I know how you feel. You don't have to say anything." and pulled me back to his lips and kissed me lovingly.
We lay there together.me on top of him.. and he still in me. for another few minutes before he asked: "How much longer do we have before `someone' gets home?"
"Not long enough," I replied. "Not anywhere near long enough.but we still have probably a half-hour or so.so, roll over." With that I gripped him between my knees and rolled to the side and onto my back, ending up with him on top of me, and still in the saddle. "So let's make the best of it."
Slowly he began to thrust and pull, and I could feel him starting to enlarge inside me. "Oh, yes. Do me, baby," I growled. "Feed me some more. I want you to leave a gallon of hot jizm up that chute. Do me good. Push that baby maker all the way. Let me feel how much you want me. Ooooohhh, yessssss!"
That outdoor working life-style must really work to keep him fit, because it was only a minute later that he was riding me like he hadn't had a good piece in at least a month!!! My legs were now wrapped around his ass with the ankles locked together and I was being ass fucked by the expert!!! As hard as I had ridden that pony before, that pony was now riding me!!! Sensation after sensation was erupting and exploding inside me. Different sensations than before.no doubt changed by the change in positions.but ever glorious!!!
I could feel the head of it. the length of it. as it drilled ever deeper toward another lode. The thrill of the feel of his chest against mine.of his lips on my neck and shoulder and mouth..of his groin against mine, slamming me into the carpet and driving against the sweet spot of my prostate. I was climbing a rock wall to sheer ecstacy. My finger tips were imbedded in his back. My legs were pulling him to me on each downward thrust, releasing only a fraction to allow him to pull back so he could again lunge himself onto and into my desire-ridden loins. Again and again he thrust against me. Again and again I pulled and pushed myself to meet his driving force. Harder and faster he pummeled my very soul. Again I had left all thought behind. I only had one goal.to drain him into me, to feel him leave his spore deep inside. Again my own passions were being transferred to him and being returned a hundred-fold.
"Oh, god!! Oh, shit!! OOOOooooohhh, god! Here it comes again!!! Here it comes!!! Uuuunnnngghhh!! It's cumming! It's cumming!! OOOOoooooooh, shit.yesssss!!!!" This time his thrust lifted me clear of the floor halfway up my back. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down onto him for every last possible inch of length and depth, and began to buck. Again I felt the jerk and pulse as his cockhead expanded and started to unload. Holy, shit!! Where did all that come from??? I thought I emptied him before, but it feels like he really is giving me a gallon.. Jerk. Pulse. Throb. Spurt. Again and again. I lost count as he filled me more and more.
This time I really did it. I lay back, moaned, and started to cry. "Oh damn that was wonderful! I can't get enough of you. I want you to do this to me every day.from now to eternity. What are we going to do?"
"Right now I think we better get dressed and get me out of here. or we won't ever be able to do it again."
"You're right. but I wish it didn't have to be. I won't see you now for a couple of days, and even then it might not be alone, or we might not have an empty house to use."
"Don't forget. I still have that key to the clubhouse," he said as he tucked in his shirt tail and pulled on his shoes.
"Hey, that's right. I have a feeling that place is going to get a lot more use that it has in a long, long time. Quick.give me kiss and get out of here!"
We were still locked in our embrace when we heard the sound of the car pulling into the driveway. He pulled away quickly and disappeared out the door and around to the far side of the house.
I was sitting on the sofa reading my book when my wife walked in.
(to be continued....)