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Just Being Neighborly. - Chapter 8
I was sitting on the sofa reading my book when my wife walked in.
"Hi, honey.. Hey, that looks nice. She did a good job this week."
"Thanks. . Let's get going now. we've got to get to the cleaners and do some shopping for some food. Plus I want to stop at Joanne's and get some thread to do that thing for Janie. What have you been doing?"
"Worked out in the yard a little.then came in here - my knee had started to hurt -- and did a little reading. Just a second.. I really have to go to the bathroom before we go out .and I ought to change these sweats I was working out in the yard in." With that I got up and headed into the bathroom off the master bedroom to try to clean up some of the mess that was under those sweat pants and shirt that I had hurriedly put back on as she was coming in. It took a little work to get the now-dried cum off my chest and stomach and out from behind my balls, but a wet towel and a few minutes later I came out, put on some clean underwear and sweats and went back out to the family room to join my wife. "Let's go," I said.
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The weekend was over, it had been a full day at the office, and I was ready to work off a little of the extra food and stress with a good walk. "Rache, you ready to take a walk?" I asked.
"Okay.gimme a sec."
"I'm waiting on the front porch," I replied as I went out through the door. I was wondering if she would go, and, also, if John would be waiting. I really wanted to see him. It was now Monday and I hadn't spoken to him since our Saturday morning together.
"Let's hit the trail, podnah." my wife said in her best western drawl as she came out of the house, and we started out across the yard to the street. "Which way?"
"Around onto Indian Trail then up Bluff View," I answered, making sure we would pass John's house..and hoping.. Sure enough, as we came round the corner and I could see his house, there he was standing in his front yard, busily studying the bulbs that were just breaking through the ground. "Hi, John. What's happening?"
"Just trying to get a breath of fresh air. Taking a walk?" he asked.
"Yep. Trying to stay healthy, you know. Oh.. I don't think you've met my wife, have you? John, this is my wife Rachael. Rache, this is John. We met the other night when I was out walking. He's been here about 5 years or so."
"Glad to meet you, John. We've been here, around the corner, almost 25 years .. But I guess Peter has probably already told you that."
"I think he mentioned it. We were talking about how it's really a friendly neighborhood, or certainly seems to be, but since most of us commute and are away from dawn to dusk, we don't seem to meet our neighbors except by chance. Like him walking by the other night and stopping to say hello to me right here.. Then I joined him and we got to know each other a little more. . would you mind if I joined you again tonight?"
"Not at all," my wife said. "Maybe your wife would like to join us too?"
"Not tonight. she's getting ready to go to some needlework group she belongs to."
"Oh? She does needlework?"
"Oh, yes.. Needlepoint, cross-stitch, embroidery, you-name- it. .does knitting as well."
"Hey, I'd like to meet her. I'm kind of into that myself."
"Sure. Just a sec.." He replied as he walked back toward his house. "Hey, honey,... can you come out here for a minute?"
"What do you need, dear?" she started to ask as she came to the door and looked out. "Oh...???"
"Hi.. This is Peter and his wife Rachael. They live around the corner on Holly. Racheal says she does needlework and wanted to meet you."
"Oh.. Hello, Peter. Hi, Racheal. I'm Julie. You do needlework?"
"Yes I do. It's my favorite passtime. Needlepoint or crochet mostly, but I also have an embroidery machine and several knitting machines."
"I never did the machine work. I stick to the old needle and thread or yarn. We ought to get together some time and compare a few notes..and I'd like to see your machines. I've talked to John about getting me one of the embroidery ones. What kind have you got?"
"Mine's a BabyLock. Come over some time. I'd be happy to show it to you. John says you're on your way out now, or I'd say join us for the walk and then come back to the house. I guess we'll have to make a date later. Maybe tomorrow evening. or Wednesday."
"Tomorrow might be good. You'll have to excuse me now..can't keep the group waiting. Glad to have met both of you."
"Mind if I join you?" John asked as his wife went back inside.
"Not at all," I quickly answered. "C'mon, let's get this show on the road."
It was a pleasant evening. The weather was getting warmer so you didn't need a coat. We just walked along and talked about whatever we saw or passed, or whatever conversation that led to. By the time we got back to John's we had been walking and wandering around the streets of the neighborhood for almost an hour. "I guess this is where I got on," John started as we stopped in front of his gate. "Maybe Julie and I will be able to join you tomorrow night, if you're out again."
"We'd like that," my wife replied.
"It was really good to meet you, Rachael."
"Call me Rache'.. I don't know what it is about that el' that makes it sound so formal.."
"Sure, .Rache., tomorrow then."
"Tomorrow," we replied in unison.
As we walked on toward our house, my wife says to me, "John's a very nice guy. Seems to be very intelligent and easy to talk to. What do you think?"
"I felt the same way. That first couple of times last week when we met and ended up walking together, we never seemed to be at a loss of words or whatever.."
"His wife seemed nice, too. It would be nice if we all get along so well. I would be great to have some `friends' in the neighborhood after all these years."
"You're right. That could work out pretty good."
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"Ready to go?" I called out as we walked up to John's yard.
"Sure thing. Let me call the `better half' out," he replied as he stood up from where he was pulling some weeds out of the flower bed. He walked over to the front door, pulled it open enough to stick his head in and called out, "Julie. Peter and Rache are here. are we going to join them on their walk?"
I couldn't make out the reply, but John backed out from the door saying, "She'll be right out," and started to walk toward us. "Great night for a walk..and maybe the last one for a while if the weatherman is right - this time. They're calling for rain tomorrow and the next two or three days."
"Then we had better not waste this one," I commented.
"Hi, Julie," my wife called out as John's wife came out through the door. "John was just saying we better get it in tonight, or we're going to be out of luck for a few days. How was your `night out with the girls' last night?"
"Actually, I'm about ready to drop out of that group. Most of the new members are kind of young now and into making things for their babies and toddlers..and since mine are so much older, and I'm not quite ready for grand- children.well."
"I know what you mean.. though I am more into that last class.. ready for grand-children'."
"Where to?" John interrupted.
"Let's go out of the development and walk up a ways and back on University," I suggested. "The walkways are wider there, and now that we're nearly a cross-country team, we could use the open space."
"Sounds good to me," he replied. "Okay with the wife contingent?"
"Why not?" Julie answered. "I guess you've got the final vote, Rache."
"Let's go."
We had been walking along talking and dodging a few bicycles for about 15 minutes when my wife said: "Damn. My hip is starting to act up. Would you mind if we turned around and went back?"
"Not at all." Julie answered. "Truthfully, I'm not a big walker, and I was ready to turn around 10 minutes ago."
With that we all turned, crossed the street to the other side and headed back toward the street leading into our development.
"Julie, if you'd like to, why don't you come on back to our house and I'll show you my `toy'." Racheal started to say.
"That'd be great! I've always wanted to talk to someone that really knew some answers and had some experience with one of them. How long have you had it?"
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The conversation continued as we walked back to our house. The wives were walking along side-by-side and John and I had fallen into step behind them. Every now and then we would turn and look at each other and nod a silent statement between us.
As we got back to the house, I said to John, "Let's go out back on the deck.I'm sure you don't want to go `watch the demo' anymore than I do."
"Sure, you guys go out and chat. Julie and I won't be too long."
"Right. What's too long'? An hour? Two hours? Tomorrow morning? Don't forget, I know you once you get started playing with your toys'."
"C'mon, John. Let's get out of here before they decide to rope us in on it anyway..
As we walked out on the deck, it was dark and you could hear the crickets and other insects in the woods. I closed the door behind us and we walked over to the edge nearest the stairs down to the hot tub.
"I'd like to rip your clothes off you and pull you into the tub with me," I started.
"Me too. but I think I'll just start with this," he said as he reached out and pulled me to him, planting a kiss, hard on my lips.
From where we were standing, we could easily see the door into the well-lighted family room; but we were, on the other hand, pretty well hidden from view in the dark from any side. Since it was woods behind us and on one side, and there was a large side yard between us and the neighbor's on the other side, we were nicely `alone'."
My arms reached around him and began to move slowly up and down his back, feeling his muscles flex under them as they traveled over his shoulder blades and down to the waistband of his tight 501's. We stood like this and kissed for an eternity before I pulled my head away and said: "Damn! I want you so badly! I want to feel your hot body against me.and feel your cock pushing to get between my legs. You are so fucking hot!! When are we going to get together again?"
"Maybe we can tomorrow. Julie has a meeting of some kind and won't be home. We'll have to figure a way for you to come over other than `taking a walk'.since it'll probably be raining."
"You have any hobbies or interests that maybe we can use as an excuse?"
"Well, I like to fish.??"
"That's perfect. I've been talking about taking up fishing myself. Maybe I'll come over and you can show me your rod'. . You know how much I like your rod'" I continued, and reached down and rubbed his crotch. "Yessiree, that's some `rod' you've got. Let's take it out and see if you can catch something with that," I teased as I started to unzip his fly. "Yep, that's some fishin' pole.and I know a big fish that would really like to get caught on it."
I managed to get his fly open and reached in and tried to pull his now hardening cock out through the slot, but it just wouldn't work. So I unbuckled the belt and opened the button so the sides would lay back to each side and then pulled the top of his shorts down where I could lift that super fly rod up and out. I then turned him facing the railing and went down the steps beside him to the ground. Yes, my calculations were exactly right!!!! There was that hot pole sticking out right at mouth level!!! .and we were both ready!!!
I reached up and grabbed his cock with my left hand and pulled on the skin. Sure enough a drop of precum formed its shiny half-globe over the slit at the tip of the pink strawberry head. "Good enough to eat" I thought to myself, as I leaned forward and licked it away. "Now lets see what this large-mouth bass can do to that lure," I whispered up to him, and the end disppeared into the hot, wet hollow of my mouth.
"Oh, shit, yessss!!" I heard from above me. "Okay, fishy, don't drop off now."
All I could think about was to get that pole as far into my mouth as I could and milk it until it gave up every available drop of its sweet-honey nectar. I started to bob my head forward and back, using my left hand to stroke the base in rythmn to my head movements. My tongue was working overtime, rasping itself over and around the head and down and back up the underside of his raging hard-on.
His hands were grasping the top of the railing, and he had thrust his pelvis as hard up against the vertical posts as he could. I was suctioning and my head was moving faster and faster as I felt his wand swell and jerk again and again from the stimulation. Then I heard `the sound'.sort of like a growl that began deep in his insides, working its way around and upward.then I could hear his breath change and start to become short, staccato blasts. I increased my tempo and tightened the grip of my hand. I wanted so much to feel the eruption and then drain every last drop. I started to make short moaning sounds myself as I kept my movements going.
Suddenly I did feel that `final jerk' and felt the head swell in my mouth until it seemed almost about to explode..and I heard him say above me, "Oh, good god. Oh, holy shit. OOOOoooooh!! Now! It's cumming!! It's cumming!!! Oooooommmppphh! Ooooommmmppphh1" and the first blast hit the back of my throat. "Uuuuunnnnnnggghhhhhh!" and another shot was fired! "AAAaaaahhhhhh!" and another. My head had stopped moving, but now I was suctioning it like a hoover gone crazy, and my tongue was again rasping every inch I could get to. I began to use my hand to pull the outer skin forward, moving the contents of the tube along its underside forward and out into my waiting mouth. It tasted wonderful!!! It felt wonderful!! I wanted to drink him deep into me. "Oh, god, was that good!!!!" I heard him finally mutter.
"No, it isn't over yet." I said as I continued to suck and pull. I wanted to get every drop. To just taste that marvelous hot piston over and over again. I would pull away, look down at the now very read and shiny tip, lick it, and then suck it back in to wash and lave it with my tongue.
Finally, he pulled away and said, "What about you? Here let me..." He came down the stairs to me and then sat back on the middle step and pulled me over to him. He reached up and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my slacks and pulled down the zipper. Reaching in through the fly of my boxers, he pulled my dripping hot rod out and enveloped it with his mouth. I was soaring! I watched as my cock disappeared through his lips into the warm cave inside. He then reached back in to pull my balls out and began to pull down on them as his mouth and tongue went to work on that other part of me.
My knees were starting to get weak and my legs were starting to tremble. It only took him about a minute and I reached forward, grabbed the back of his head, and held on for ride. It was like having the afterburners go off on a jet fighter!! I shot a load into his throat that - from my view of things - could have choked a whale! His eyes opened wide for a moment, and then closed back down to two slits as he went to work. In ten seconds, I must have shot ten times and he took every one of them and came back for more. When we both realized that my magazines were empty, he slowly backed his head away, reached up and grabbed my now shrinking pipe with his right hand, and kissed it on the very tip.
"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did," he whispered.
"You bet I did!" was all I could come up with.
I bent forward and kissed him on his lips. A soft, yet passionate kiss. "I think we better check on `the girls'," I said.
We both stood up and slipped our now totally shrunken members back into our shorts and zipped, buttoned and buckled up.
"Until tomorrow." I said softly as we went back into the house.
(to be continued)
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