This is a supplement story to the very popular 'Neighbor Behind" story. It has received such great response. I figured the hunk deserves more.
This is a return to the original take idea of me and the bull hung stud Jerome. Me and the horny stud that lives near me. This of course again does not presume the stud Jerome would take part in a gay encounter.
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Neighbor Behind Me (Jerome's Junk (5)
... I had only ever expected this to happen the one time. Just that one awesome hook up with my hit stud neighbor Jerome. Finding myself in his house and on his bed getting the fucking of my life. This stud of all studs taking my gay ass and just trashing it all up with his mammoth dick. And as the weeks passed after the incident' I saw very little of him. Other than glimpses as he was in and out of his garage or back door. And he barely gave me a glance back
"Yup" I said to myself "Took what he wanted and that's all" "Prick"
I huffed that last comment most in disappointment and less on anger. For after all the pain and sex and cum in that first hit encounter, I was kinda listing hard on Jerome. I deep down wanted another go at him and that ass wrecking cock. Remembering how swollen he had left my hole after. Almost afraid to sit for fear if the pain it would cause. But that cock in that beast was the definition of alpha cock. Jerome was the alpha bull to all his consorts. And I had instantly become one. His whore to take as he wished. Now if only I could get him to take me again. That was the quandary on my mind. I wanted at this studs dick again. To slurp and suck on the big fat cock, to get bent over something and just get wrecked again.
"But how?" I said to myself "He is all but ignoring me" "How can I get at his dick again?"
I had to try and get his cock in my holes again. Any fucking hole. He was the alpha stud I had been waiting for all my life and he lived behind me. So of course I was hungry and smitten sexually by him. His big beefy body, that hit ass and of course his substantial dick and his prowess. So I made it my goal to do just that. To try and catch him when I could and to flaunt myself to the guy when he saw me. Bending over if he was outside. Smacking my ass for his eyes to see. Anything to catch his gaze. But it seem I was failing miserably. As he still did not acknowledge me. I had all but given up hope to get him again as he was still ignoring my existence. That was until one day that I caught the hot man outside. He was working on his car. Had it jacked up along side his garage. Working until the thing. Oil change I assumed.
"Jerome.." I huffed hungrily as I just by chance looked out the back window that morning.
I saw him moving around the car. The man was in what appeared to be sweats or something similar. But what was poking at the front of them was more than the sweats could handle. At least that was what my head shouted back at me. His cock was pushing at the material of the more than unusually snug sweats he had on. And the ass was full and in display there. I stepped outside as I watched the hot man. He then moved to the front and decided to crawl under the car to get at the engine from underneath. That was my cue to go over and see if he 'needed any help'. I stepped outside my gate and walked back to where he was in his drive. I saw the man as he had pulled himself under the carriage if the car. His face and upper torso in darkness. But below was his thick legs and crotch in those pants that I realized were not really sweats at all. What ever they were were snug in his lower body. And they only enhanced the big meaty crotch he had as he lay there under the car. I looked down at him, then glanced around the street. No one to be seen. His wife's car was gone too, so I surmised she wants home currently either. So I crouched down and suggested help to the super stud. Gazing at the bulge of his junk just a few feet away.
"Need help?" I said to him. "Huh. What?" I heard from under the car. "Who.?".
Then I heard a heavy sigh as he must have finally seen me from under the car.
"Awe fuckk" he then grumbled.
He was about to speak some more. And I knew he would try and deter me from some conversation about anything sexual. So I just did what I felt was the only understandable action for him to get what I really wanted from him. I quickly shit my hand down and grabbed for his crotch. Groping at the big meaty bulge he had. It felt great and his dick was quickly responding to my hand on it. So I knew that (at least) his dick was up for some heated fun. But he pushed me away after a moment in his crotch. Shoving my hand off him. Then he shot out from under the car. Getting up fast and grabbing for me. He pushed me to the fence and grabbed me by the neck.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He growled "Ain't no fucking faggot" "So what the hell you ve you the balls to grab at my dick like that"
I tried to say something. But he just seemed only to get madder at me. He shoved me down to the ground hard and told me to get the hell outta there.
"Before I fuck you all up boy" he shoted
So I left the stud alone. Grasping at my shoulder that had hit the ground hard. I took it from the rough treatment that I was indeed wrong. And that I should just totally forget about Jerome and that fat man dick he had. That he was assuredly not interested in a gay hook up. Especially with me. But as I thought that nothing would happen at all, something did. A couple of days after the choke assault by the big brute of a man, he came over to my house. I was just sitting there after dinner watching some television. Trying to catch up on mussed shows I was keeping up with. But just sitting there with a glass of wine, enjoying my quiet time. That was when there was a heavy knock on my door. The thud sounding like someone was about to break down the door. It was annoying and I could not fathom who had balls to be banging on my door at this time.
"Hold the fuck up man" I called back as I got up "Keep your fucking pants on. I am coming"
I was teaching the door when I heard a deep voice call through the door. Saying that he didn't plan on doing so.
"Don't plan it it fucker!" Came the gravelly voice "Open the fucking door boy"
I stopped as I reached for the knob. I knew that voice. I knew it well. The dominant growl of it. I gulped down a hard swallow as I then opened the door. Knowing who it was before I did.
It was Jerome.... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
To be continued Next: another rough banging