Two Married Neighbors
This is a story involving sex between two men. If it isn't your gig, well then, don't read it. If this activity is illegal in your locale, well then, don't read it. If you're under 18, don't read it - you should be doing something a little more creative anyway.
This is my first attempt at writing any sort of story, so I'll try to give enough information to keep it interesting. Some of the names have been changed, for obvious reasons. If you have any comments or critiques, please feel free to e-mail me at: mlogan69@email.com. IF YOU DO NOT WISH FOR A REPLY, THEN TELL ME IN YOUR E-MAIL, OTHERWISE, I'LL GLADLY RESPOND TO ALL E-MAILS.
Well, here goes.....
My wife and I had just signed a contract on a new house, and would be closing on the loan in six weeks. Finally, no more renting. We really looked forward to the stability of owning your own home. The builder's sales counselor informed us that in two weeks there'd be a neighborhood picnic so that everyone would get a chance to meet each other. I thought that that was really nice because the neighborhood was new, and certainly many people hadn't been acquainted with each other. It was very nice for her to invite us; all we had to do was to bring a side item, like potato salad, or whatever.
The afternoon of the picnic finally arrived and we showed up about ten minutes or so late (didn't want to be the first people there, you know). Everyone was very friendly and told us how nice our house was (it was a pre-built home) and were curious as to when we'd be moving in. It was all going fine until... I saw him.
He was (is) about 5'-10", maybe 200-210 lbs., dark brown hair mostly covered by a ball cap, hazel eyes; wearing a pair of shorts I saw to my delight a pair of nice, thick legs that had an ample amount of hair on them. He was wearing a Polo t-shirt and just a little bit of hair was visible above the neckline. Yummy! was my first thought.
"How's it goin'? I'm Matt," he said, introducing himself. It took me a second to say my name as I glanced at his chest, and man it's a nice one - not quite a barrel-chest, but thick, the kind I'd just love to fall asleep on.. .. I guess I should describe myself at this point: I'm 5'-11", weigh 185 lbs., have hazel eyes, brown hair and a goatee. My pecker size doesn't matter. Hell, the Titanic was huge and it couldn't stay afloat! I'm healthy, but not built or defined or anything like that; I'm just an average dude.
So we got to talking and he seemed like a really nice guy, the kind of person with whom I'd love to get to know more (alright, get your minds out of the gutter). A very friendly man with a great laugh and a twinkle in his eyes. You know how you'll be talking to someone and you don't just stare into their eyes; you have a tendency to look behind them or at their nose every once in a while. Well, at one point when we were talking I was about to glance away as I've just mentioned when I saw this look in his eyes, and I swear, I couldn't break my gaze. He seemed to be looking into my soul, reading my mind somehow. I tried for what seemed like, oh, 45 minutes or so to look away (in actuality it was probably 2 seconds) all the while thinking, damn, it's gonna be hard to live near this guy and not jump his bones! Luckily, nobody else seemed to notice our "eye talk."
Well, I made my rounds and talked to some of our other future neighbors and was looking forward to moving in the next month. As the party wound down, my wife and I bid our farewells and Matt came up and shook my hand again, looking into my soul (or so it seemed) and said how he was looking forward to us moving in. Damn! When we go home that night, I humped the shit out of my wife, I was so damned horny for Matt!
Well, the weeks came and went and we closed on the loan and moved into the house. Almost every night we'd take walks, as many of our neighbors seemed to do, and we got to see some of the people again and even meet new folks. Flashing through time, over the weeks we'd see Matt and his wife quite often and even had dinner together several times. I was constantly checking Matt out. How is package was nicely seen in his shorts or pants, whichever the case may be.
One time when I was driving by his house, he and his wife were working in the yard and I stopped by to say howdy. He did that eye thing again, I swear my heart about stopped beating. I couldn't look away, but then I started thinking, crap, what if his wife noticed our looking at each other. So I tore my look away. We made plans for an evening of just a few of the guys in the neighborhood to go out and have drinks, myself, Matt, and another guy named Paul, the following week - coincidentally when mine and Matt's wives would be out of town. His wife to visit family, mine on a business trip. Hmmmmm. How interesting could things get? Probably not much, I told myself - he probably just has a 1,000 mile stare, right?
The week came and went and Paul, Matt and I met at a local tavern and ordered some drinks; they ordered beer, I ordered a Week At The Beach, my favorite (I'm not a beer drinker - I think they should put it back in the horse). The conversation flowed easily and so did the beer and liquor. A couple of hours later Paul announced that he had to get back home, he and his family were heading out of town in the morning. Matt and I bid our farewells to him and moved from a table to the bar, and ordered another drink. And another.
When I drink, I don't mind flirting with guys, since I act pretty goofy most of the time anyway, the guys never think twice about it. A couple of times the subject about sex was brought up and I joked about how could any woman know what a blow-job feels like, you know, that kind of thing. Since we were sitting next to each other on bar chairs we were both turned sideways to face each other. I have a tendency to laugh a lot when I drink, and apparently Matt has a tendency to touch people a lot; always grabbing my arm or my shoulder and saying something and laughing. I told him that I was ready to go, but would he call for a cab since neither of us was in the position to drive; I had to go pee before I started pole vaulting around the bar with a woody.
I came out of the bar and he was waiting out front for the taxi. I asked him if he played darts; barely, he replied. So we decided to go to my house and...hit the target a few times (man, what was I thinking!?) The taxi takes us home and we start to get the darts out, set up the throw line, and throw a few practice shots - a few because we were basically drunk. He excused himself to go to the restroom and I ran upstairs to...vacate my bowels.
I came back downstairs and asked if he was ready to play. He looked into my eyes. DAMN THOSE EYES! Replied, "I'm ready when you are, Mike." Oh shit, I'm thinking, does he mean what I think he means? Again, I couldn't break my eye contact with him. I wanted him so bad! Nervously, I started throwing darts, then it was his turn. Time went on and I got better, but he didn't. He asked if he could show me how to throw better, and while I tried to explain it to him, nothing seemed to work.
"Let's try this," I said, "stand right in front of me. Here," and I positioned him so that his body was right in front of mine, touching each other, my chest behind his broad shoulders, my eyes looking into his thick wavy hair. "I'm going to guide your body so that you're shooting just like I am, OK?" "Whatever you say, Mike," he replied. Damn, I was starting to sport wood! What would I do if it pressed into his ass? Shit!
Anyhow, I tried to clear my mind, which was impossible, and I reached my left arm between his left side and left arm, and placed my hand on his chest. Oh Man! "Now, just turn your body like mine. Hmmmmmm," I said and then started laughing.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"I'm just thinking, damn Mike, you must be drunk cause your standing with your arm around a man, your hand on his chest and wondering how much does he work out." I laughed some more, blaming it on the drinks.
Slowly, he turns around, my arm still around his torso, and says, "Don't even think you can blame it on the drinks." And he kissed me. I couldn't friggin' believe it! This totally hot guy kissed me. And so sweet too.
"I've been trying to figure out for weeks how to do that," Matt said.
"Well, it looks as though you've found a way." And I leaned in and kissed him again, a little harder, mashing my lips against his, twisting my mouth over his, mouths opening, tongues wrestling. Kissing like we've never even imagined we could. He grabbed me and held me tight. I was in heaven. This strong man wanted me. I was in ecstasy. Feeling his chest starting to heave against mine, my heart was racing at ninety to nothin'. My hands traced a path all over his back down to his ass, squeezing that fine-as-hell bubble butt of his. Mooooooaaaaaaaaaaninggggggg.
I broke the kiss and said, "Matt, have you seen the rest of the house?" grinning?
"Why don't you give me a tour."
Up the stairs we went (somewhat unsteady due to the alcohol) and into my bedroom. I turned around and pulled him to me, sucking on his tongue, holding his head in my hands, while his explored my body. I was on fire! My cock was about to rip through my jeans and he found it immediately and started to rub it hard, making me even more insane.
Still kissing him, I started to pull his shirt out of his pants. I couldn't wait to see what that chest looked like. He raised his arms as I pulled the shirt over his head. What a sight! Strong but not grossly muscular with hair covering every inch, though not so thick that you couldn't see his chest. All over his pecks and his belly.
I kissed him on his neck, and started to work my way down to his hairy treasure. I love hair on a guy. It's so friggin' masculine. I'm hairy, but not as much as Matt is. I leaned down and started to chew and suck on his ample nipples, as he threw his head back in pleasure. I loved pleasing this man and I was going to do everything I could.
I moaned into his chest, "I've never been with another guy."
"Me neither," he murmured back.
"But I'm gonna do everything I can to please you. So just relax." And I mouth-assaulted his chest and belly, getting it all slick with my saliva.
I turned him so that his butt was at the edge of the bed and got down on my knees and started to unsnap his pants. His cock was a major tent and I couldn't wait to pull back the flap! I unzipped his pants, but not before I stroked his hard cock through the material with my nails. That drove him nuts. The only thing between my mouth and his dick was his white boxer briefs. Just a bit of a stain where his pre-cum was leaking out of his dick.
I pulled his pants down, removed his shoes, and pulled the pants off of his legs. Here was this man, so friggin' sexy, in front of me with only a pair of boxer briefs on. Sporting a real nice hard-on. I wondered if and how I'd take it all, in either orifice.
I leaned forward, grabbed his ass, and started mouthing his cock through his briefs. Damn he was thick! I reached up and started playing with his nipples, every once in a while pinching them as I proceeded to give him over-the-briefs head. Moaning the whole time, I was dying to get that into my mouth, but first things first.
I pushed him back so that he was sitting on the bed. I reached up to kiss him and rubbed his cock through those damn briefs. "Lay back, and enjoy," I said to him.
After he laid back, I took a deep breath to calm myself and started to remove his boxer briefs, now wet with my saliva. Matt's cock sprung out and slapped his belly. Oh shit! What a feast I was going to have. It was almost 8 inches long and pretty thick. It had a lot of veins cris-crossing over it's surface and a set of not-too-low hanging balls. I pulled his underwear completely off and just sat there between his legs, admiring this manhood.
I told him to put his feet on the side rails of the bed, exposing his rosy asshole to me. I'm in for a feast. I've read on the internet how to give head to a guy and I was about to test it out to see how accurate that particular website was! I've never been into ass either, but I just had to eat this man!
I leaned forward and, nervous as hell, I took his balls into my mouth. He sighed. I placed my hands on his thighs, spreading them, and started to give his cum-filled balls a tongue bath. I licked up and down, feeling his thin hairs on my tongue, taking one nut in my mouth at a time, I could tell he was going crazy. I pulled his balls down a bit from his body, and took the whole nut sack into my mouth. Matt really started squirming the. I started to lightly chew on his balls, running my teeth over them.
He moaned something about cumming, so I took my mouth off his balls and dove onto...his asshole. I started tonguing that glory hole so damned fast he didn't know what hit him. Spreading his things even more, I started to flick the letters of the alphabet on his redeye with my tongue (this drives women nuts too). Reaching up I started to play with his belly, my forearms brushing over that thick cock of his.
After giving him a good chewing out,' I licked up his balls and started to lick up his thick shaft. Pressing hard with my tongue I managed to persuade' his cock to give up some of that pre-cum. I licked that soft spot just below the piss slit, you know, the inverted heart-shaped area, and this really sent me into a tail spin. I was in total heaven.
Trying to remember to relax my throat (it's not an easy thing to do) I held his cock in my hand and wrapped my lips around the head, and just flicked my tongue round his helmet.
"Oh, Mike, that feels sooooo fuckin' good! Mmmmmmmm."
I took a breath and, cupping his balls in one hand, started to go down on his pulsing cock until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged and pulled it out a little bit. The alcohol was helping me to relax, but my nervousness was battling my abilities to open my throat. So I concentrated on the first few inches while my mind convinced my throat to OPEN UP.
I made a second attempt, then a third. By the fourth drop I had all but a few inches of Matt's thick, hot schlong in my throat. I had to have it all. I withdrew, took another deep breath, closed my eyes, and PLUNGED down on that dick. I felt his pubic hairs at my nose and his cock leapt in my mouth as he withered around. I kept my mouth there for a few moments so that I could get used to that feeling.
Slowly, I pulled my mouth up and began to slowly piston up and down on him, all the while tugging and massaging at his balls. I was so friggin' hungry for this man. I pressed a few of my fingers into his mouth so that he could suck them. I could tell that he liked to use his mouth too, if you know what I mean.
I moved my fingers down to his lubed up ass and inserted my middle finger first. At first he froze, but then he relaxed and I started to finger fuck him in time with my pumping mouth. I felt what I guessed was his prostrate and pressed on it. He really started moaning and thrashing his head around. I slipped in another finger and as picking speed on his cock. That thick tube steak passing up and down my throat. My fingers reaming his ass.
Faster and faster I fucked/sucked. At one point when I'd plunge down and my lips were in his pubes, I'd hold it there and massage his prostrate. A few minutes of this and I felt his head swelling in my throat. I had often read about this reaction but I never could've imagined what it would really feel like. It almost cut off my breathing! I jammed that finger around his ass and I felt his hands grasping my head as he jammed his thick rod even further down my throat.
His hole started to tighten around my fingers and he yelled as he shot volley after volley of hot man cream down my throat. His cock was so far back I couldn't even taste his cum, but I could feel the hot thick fluid splash in my throat. He continued to moan as his cum-flow slowed down.
I took my fingers out of his ass, my mouth off his cock as it popped down onto his sweaty belly, and told him to get on his knees. He slowly rolled over, dripping a little cum onto the sheets, and got into position.
I opened the bedside drawer and got a bottle of lube. I took off my clothes and by know my dick was ready to fire. I got onto the bed behind him and started to kiss his back. Then I started to stroke his back. I squirted some lube into my and and began to work his asshole again, gently. I inserted one finger and then the next, then a third one. He gasped as I finger fucked him again for the next several minutes.
I couldn't take it any longer, so I lubed up my own raging cock and placed the head at his hole. "Just relax, buddy. This might hurt at first, but then it gets much better."
"I though you said you'd never fucked a guy."
"I haven't," I replied, "but my wife has this great dildo shaped like Peter North's cock."
I pressed the head in and he clenched a bit, so I bent over and began to kiss him tenderly on his back, massaging him with my hands. When I felt his hole relax, I pushed my whole dick in, all six inches, slowly, until my hilt was against his bubble ass.
I placed my hands on each side of his hips and started to thrust slowly, so that he could get used to it. Apparently he got used to it quicker than I thought, because he started bucking against me to meet my thrusts. Oh this felt so damned good! Women just aren't this tight! Fuck!
I reached around his belly and started to stroke his half chubby cock, stroking in time with my cock-thrusts. He was soon hard again and was even tightening his ass on my dick. I'd pull my fucker out of him almost completely and then slam it back home, making him grunt and moan.
"Like having that cock in you don't you," I said.
"MMMMMMMMM, FUCK yeah."
Bang, Bang, Bang I fucked him, still stroking his shaft. After about 15 minutes of this I felt that old familiar feeling deep beneath your balls, like a hot poker of lightning, growing, growing, pulsing and pulsing. My cock head swelled in Matt's fuck chute and before I knew it, my cock was spilling it's own nectar into him.
"AARRRRRRrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. MMMMMMMMmmmmmfffffffff. AAAAAAWwwwwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmm. FUCK!" I hollered, having the best orgasm than I ever could have had with Rosy Palmer and her five ugly sisters. Shooting my seed deep within his once-virgin ass, I collapsed onto the bed next to him, breathing like I'd just ran a marathon.
He pressed his chest to mine, which is like every fantasy I've ever wanted, and gave me a deep passionate kiss. "Welcome to the neighborhood, Mike."
I started laughing so hard. "That's what I call an almost welcome."
"What do you mean, almost?"
"Well," I said reaching for his hard cock, and winking, "I think you can figure out how to make it complete."
He moaned as he gave me a really deep kiss and slid his body onto mine, grinding his hard cock into my shrinking one. I loved having the weight of this man on me, feeling his strong chest and hairs meshing with mine. I truly was in heaven.
Matt started to pump his dick into my balls. I grabbed for the lube as he sat up. I spread my legs and sat up, facing him.
"Can I lube your cock?" I asked.
He smiled.
I put a little bit of lube into my palm and started to rub it into the front of his cock, getting it well greased, up and down that fuck stick of his. He moaned again and pushed me onto my back. I threw my legs up and grabbed them behind the knees, giving him total access to my cherry ass. (Well, cherry to a real man, that is).
"Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me like there's no fuckin' tomorrow, you fucker," I growled at him.
He placed the cock tip at my hole and SHOVED! AAAaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwww Mmmmmmmmfffffffffff
In one fell swoop he plunged his entire thick manhood up my ass. "Damn, Peter never felt this good," I said, laughing and wincing as he started to fuck me silly. I thought I'd be used to the stretching from the dildo, but I guess I was wrong. He put his arms on either side of my shoulders and started pounding away. I wrapped my legs around his ass so that I could help with his thrusting. I just wanted his entire being to be in me, one with me.
He started growling names at me, calling me his little fucker, his fuck boy, getting me real horny. And he was just POUNDING that shaft up into me, I swear I though I'd cough up cum. He lay totally on my chest as his thrusting picked up speed, and I could feel his cock swell a little bit in my ass, which is a totally wild feeling.
Moaning, groaning, then shouting, he crushed his mouth to mine as his cock spewed it's hot man-nectar, or at least what was left after I swallowed his first load. He slowed down for a moment, and then stopped altogether, stroking my face with his lips, kissing me. What a passionate guy he was, I remember thinking.
He rolled over onto his back, his dick `popping' out of my ass. I felt totally empty. I started to believe that I was in love with Matt, but resolved that I was just fascinated with him, his sexiness, his laugh, his strength, and oh yeah, his cock. I lay my head on his chest, still heaving but slowing down, and listened to his beating heart. I took his cock in my hand and just massaged it, not to get it hard, but just to feel it's heat.
"Looks like I found a new best friend," I said, laughing a little. The last thing I remember before I fell asleep was him stroking my back with his big, strong hands. What a way to go to bed, I thought...
So once again, that was my first attempt at writing. Parts of this story are true, others I needed to adjust for no other reason than to save time and space here! I hope you all have enjoyed it. If you would like to let me know I'd certainly appreciate it. And even if you have some constructive criticism that'd be fine too. But remember, UNLESS YOU INSTRUCT ME NOT TO, I'LL E-MAIL EVERYONE WHO RESPONDS TO THIS STORY.
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