My Neighbors Man Cave
Fiction by Greg Stevens
This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictitious.
My Neighbors Man Cave -- Chapter 9
I sat quietly as the orgasm slowly passed. Cum clung to my lower abs and matted my pubic hair with thick gobs of creamy white puddles. I looked down to be sure none made it onto Jamie's jacket or the leather couch. The room was completely silent except for an occasional crackle of the leather as I moved.
A wash of guilt surged over me as I looked around the room silently. I felt guilty about entering Jamie's sanctuary. I felt guilty for what I had done with Jamie. I felt guilty for what I was doing to Claire and for wanting and enjoying it. Did my desires and my sexual needs become more important than the commitments I made to Claire? Was I being selfish, wanting to be fulfilled and desired?
The guilt fell over me like a heavy, waterless wave. I took a deep breath and cleaned up the mess, trying to push the guilt out of my head. I hung the jacket back on the chair and looked around before exiting the secret doorway. I wouldn't; I couldn't come back here.
Days passed, and my resolve grew stronger each day. I was going to ignore what happened with Jamie and move on. Whenever my resolve weakened, I told myself what happened could no longer happen. Over time I began to feel like I did before it all happened.
"Good morning, honey," Claire called out from the kitchen, pouring some coffee. "Bobbie called this morning. Her dad is coming along, but she will stay with him until he can be alone. Jamie is heading back today," Claire said, laying a mug of coffee on the counter for me.
I felt my breath catch in my chest as she mentioned Jamie. I had worked to push thoughts of him out of my mind, but just hearing his name caused me to flashback to what we had done. "Ok, thanks," I replied, feeling caught off guard and not knowing what to say. I took my coffee to my office and felt my head begin to swirl with thoughts. No. No. No. No. I repeated in my head. It's over. I can't go back. I forced myself to calm down a bit as I convinced myself I was ready to move on and past what had happened.
I started to focus on work, and before long, I was fully engaged, but most other thoughts of Jamie were out of my head. Occasionally, I looked out the window toward Jamie's workshop, but I would quickly look away and refocus on work. Then something caught my eye, and I looked up to see Jamie making his way across his backyard to his man cave.
Jamie stopped just before entering his man cave, turned to face my office window, looked up, and waved. I awkwardly waved back. Jamie then motioned with his hand for me to come over, and I sat frozen while I watched. Jamie made the motion again when I didn't move, indicating I should come out.
I had to end this. It was apparent that I couldn't just avoid Jamie. I had to tell him. He needed to know that what happened was in the past--not going to happen again. I summoned my resolve and headed next door to confront Jamie head-on.
"How's Bobbie's dad?" I asked, trying to make small talk and avoid making eye contact. Jamie explained what was going on. "How have you been?" Jamie asked, his voice soft and smooth. I'm good," I said, not providing more detail. Did you miss me?" Jamie asked, his voice was playful. "Come with me," Jamie said, walking toward the building.
Reluctantly, I followed him into the outbuilding. It would be better to discuss this with him behind closed doors so that there is no way for Claire to hear any of it. As soon as the door was closed, Jamie turned to me and tried to pull me into a hug. I placed my hands between us and held him back.
"What's going on?" Jamie asked. "I can't do this anymore. What we did was fun, but I'm married and don't want to hurt Claire," I replied. The words just fell out of my mouth. Jamie was silent for a moment, then moved closer again. I could feel the heat coming off his large frame.
"Bullshit," he said, and the words shocked me. "I mean it," I said, feeling my defenses rising. "Bullshit," Jamie said a second time as he closed the gap between us. I put my hands up in a defensive stance as Jamie slowly closed in. Jamie's body pressed into mine, and he nestled his bearded face into the crook of my neck. "Tell me to stop," Jamie said softly. His warm breath washed over my neck.
"I can't," I said weakly. "Push me away if you don't want this, and I will leave you alone," Jamie said. I had an opportunity. All I needed to do was say "no" and push him away. I could walk away and go back to my life, place my hands on his chest, push him off of me, and forget any of this had ever happened and would never happen again.
And I couldn't do it...
Jamie wrapped his big arms around me and pulled me closer to him. His body was warm and strong, and I felt myself give in to him. Jamie ran his lips up my neck and across my face slowly but purposefully. His lips touched mine, and all the sensations that I convinced myself that I didn't want flooded back to me in an instant.
Jamie's mouth touched mine, and his lips were soft, gentle, and warm. I felt my breath becoming labored as I waited for his mouth to open and his lips to encircle mine. To feel the warmth of his breath and his tongue deep inside my mouth.
I could wait no longer and parted my lips in anticipation of what I knew was coming. Jamie pulled his head back slightly and gave me a grin. "I missed you," Jamie said, then closed his eyes and reconnected his mouth to mine. Our tongues meshed into a passionate kiss--a kiss I told myself I didn't want but deep down knew how badly I wanted it, how much I needed it.
Our mouths explored each other as our bodies meshed tightly together, each part of our bodies trying to get closer to the other and becoming one in our mutual passion. Jamie's big rough hands trailed down over my shoulders and down my back, resting on my ass, as he pulled me even deeper into him, forcing our cocks to mesh together through our clothes.
Jamie abruptly pulled his body from mine, took me by the hand without a word, and led me to the secret man cave. Then Jamie took a seat on the oversized leather couch. I could see the bulge in his pants as he moved to adjust himself. I stood before Jamie and began to take my shirt off, moving slowly to put on a show for him. Jamie leaned back into the sofa and watched as he casually ran a hand over the bulge in his pants.
Once my upper body was naked, I began to slowly pull on my belt, taking my time as I moved. Jamie reached up to help, but I brushed his hand away. With my belt opened, I began to unbutton my pants, then slipped the zipper down and pushed my pants down my legs. My dick was rock hard and pushed the cotton material of my briefs out--a visible wet spot formed on the dark briefs from precum.
I reached into the elastic of the briefs and grasped my cock shaft feeling the blood surge forward. Jamie's gaze moved from my cock up to my eyes, then back down again. "Take your dick out," I said, watching him as I played with my dick inside my shorts.
Jamie pulled open his pants and pushed them and his briefs down his muscled legs exposing his dark hairy pubes and his thick hard cock. My dick jumped, seeing him naked and hard. While watching him, I kicked off my shoes, pushed my pants down, and then off and stepped closer to him.
Jamie reached up, and this time, I did not stop him. His fingers hooked my underpants and slowly began to pull them out and over my cock, then down my legs. As they fell around my ankles, I stepped out of them. Jamie leaned forward and, without the use of his hands, sucked my dick into his mouth and down his throat. I watched as the dark beard surrounded my hard cock, taking it in so far that his chin pressed against my balls.
I placed my hands on his head and began to run my fingers through his hair as my body began to feel the sexual sensations wash over my body. Holding his head, I began to pull my dick out slightly, then pushed it back in. I started to do this faster and with more intensity as my dick swelled and I felt my balls slap against Jamie's hairy chin.
I began to feel my dick getting close, and I pulled my dick out of Jamie's mouth and stepped away from him. I moved so fast that Jamie's mouth was still open, waiting for my dick to reenter.
"Remove your shirt," I said, and it sounded more like an order. Jamie didn't seem to care and began unbuttoning his shirt and removing it from his body. Jamie's massive body was thick and muscled, with patches of dark hair. His muscles were defined, and I could count the ridges of his abs.
I moved forward, placed a knee on either side of his body on the sofa, and straddled him as we stared into each other's eyes. Jamie put his hands on my hips as I settled my body on his lap, our hard dicks pressing together between our bodies. Jamie pulled me to him, and our naked torsos touched. The soft hair on his body brushed against my body; he was warm and firm in his embrace.
"I missed you too," I said, and our lips met again. I could smell my precum on his lips as his tongue eagerly explored my mouth. I was lost in the moment. I was lost to the passion that I tried to deny myself. It was more than what I wanted; it was what I craved and needed.
With our lips locked together, I shifted my body slightly and reached from under me to find Jamie's cock. It was rock-hard and warm as I positioned the head at the entrance to my ass. I took a deep breath as I allowed the mushroom head to push past the opening of my ass. Pain filled my gut for a moment, then subsided.
When the pain eased, I began to slowly lower myself onto Jamie's stiff rod, allowing it to sink deeper inside me. Jamie placed his hands on my hips and looked intently into my face, watching my expressions change. Once I had his dick deep inside me, I began to shift my body up, feeling his dick head slide against the inside of me.
I placed my hands on Jamie's shoulders and began to move a bit faster, grinding on his dick as I lowered myself. I slowed my pace, enjoying the feeling of Jamie inside me. Jamie seemed to want me to go faster, but I was in control. Every time he tried to force his hips up, driving his cock into me, I stopped him. Jamie's expressions ranged from deep pleasure to frustration as I moved with purpose, driving my ass up and down his hard cock.
"Fuck I missed this," Jamie said through gritted teeth. He placed his hands on my ass and tried to get me to move faster. "Do you like this?" I asked. Jamie's eyes popped open. "This is incredible," he said. "I missed you so badly," he added. Jamie placed a hand behind my head and pulled me to him, driving his tongue into my mouth, then stopping long enough to take a deep breath.
"Please go faster," Jamie hissed and grunted. I just smiled, enjoying my ability to tease him. When I didn't move faster, Jamie placed his big hands under my arms, and with a swift, easy movement, he flipped us both over onto the sofa so that I was on my back and he was on top of me, his dick still deep inside me.
He moved so fast that it took a moment to register what had happened. Jamie took hold of my hands, pinning them onto the leather sofa. His knees moved up, giving him leverage, and he began to slide his dick in and out of me. I tried to fight back, but Jamie was too strong and determined.
"Don't fight it; you know you want it," Jamie said, a sadistic note in his voice. I did want it, but I didn't realize how badly I wanted it. I didn't realize how badly I wanted him.
I wrapped my legs around Jamie's narrow waist as he thrust his dick deep inside of me. We both began to sweat from the intense workout. Jamie's musky scent and the smell of leather from the sofa filled my nose, adding to all the other intense sensations I was experiencing.
Jamie slowed his pace slightly and looked down at me. "You're incredible," he said, and there was a gentleness in his voice. I smiled at him and pulled my hands free of his, then reached up and began to run my fingers over his hairy nipples. "F-U-C-K!!" Jamie exclaimed loudly, throwing his head back like a wild animal howling at the moon.
Jamie started bucking and grinding into me. There was no natural rhythm, just wild fucking as he drove himself inside me, deeper and deeper with each thrust. My dick ground between our bodies, and the sweat and precum intermingled to create a natural lube. Each movement made my dick pulse.
The feeling of his body sliding over my hard dick was bringing me closer and closer. I could feel my dick swell, and my balls began to move under me, preparing for an intense orgasm. I could feel it coming fast, and I bit my lip, hoping to prolong it, but the feelings were too intense. I began to pant, waiting for that split second where I knew I would let go and the power of the orgasm would surge through my body like electricity through a line.
Just at that moment, that instantaneous moment when everything stops, just before the orgasm takes over, Jamie moaned loudly and pushed his dick deep inside me, and warm cum began to fill my insides. That was the last fine thread that pushed my orgasm over the top. Cum shot from my dick between us. I could feel the warm sting of the hot liquid as it hit multiple targets on my body before slowly stopping.
When it was over, I watched Jamie bracing himself on the sofa with his muscled arms. Sweat streaked his handsome face and body as he gently panted. With his dick still inside me, Jamie lowered his body so that it pressed against mine. Sweat and cum mixed together on my body. Jamie placed his head next to mine on the sofa and kissed my face. "That was incredible," Jamie said softly into my ear.
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