This is a supplement story to the 'Neighbor Behind' story.
I have gotten such response on this guys story. So o have decided to write another tale on this hot, hot man.
Jerome and his wife are always fighting. I hear it almost every day. I am always concerned they will come to blows, if they haven't already. This is a hot fantasy of what might happen if they did. And my rewards for it.
Again this is only fiction and I cannot assume this man would engage in a gay sexual encounter. I could only wish.
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I have this neighbor that lives behind my house. Jerome is his name. Jerome , his wife and two kids live basically behind my house. The only thing separating us is an alley way. I have seen the man with family in their back yard every now and then. Or when he is mowing the lawn on. I always found his somewhat attractive. Not gorgeous, but attractive in a regular guy sort of way. He had a regular body, at least from the clothes I occasionally saw him in. But really rarely did.
Now Jerome is a or at least has been a fairly nice guy to me. His gay neighbor. I never really mentioned it to him that I was. But when I moved in with my boyfriend of the time some years back. It was fairly obvious what was going on with two good looking guys lived in the same house. He always smiled and waved when ever I came by or saw him in the back. His deep manly voice was the one thing that I always found hot. Even if I really paid little mind to him otherwise.
I was never too bothered by him. Like I said jerome was always nice to me. . his wife was another story. She was always less than pleasant to me. I surmised she wasn't to happy with gay guys living next door. And she was always fighting with the guy. I mean it was almost daily. I would hear them.it would just start and then explode.
"Can't you just tell them on to shut up" my boyfriend had said
"Not my business" I said
"And he doesn't look the type to be told to shut up"
So I just lived with it. My boyfriend hated it all. I don't know if living there was the catalyst to our break up. But I'm sure it didn't help. Also didn't help that I was somehow each time I saw Jerome finding him more and more attractive. He seemed to be on his bike more. Or roller blading to exercise. But he seemed to be sporting a nicer cleaner look less grunge and ogre as before.
"Damn Jerome" I said one day as he rolled by on skates
"Great legs"
Of a course I said this to myself as he moved on by. Waving and smiling at me as he did. Once again always nice to me. As he left me there, my eyes caught his big hunky ass as he moved on up the street. Big beefy bubble butt. I instinctively licked my lips.
I remember when my boyfriend one day said he had enough of the shouting. He was home one afternoon. I was still at work. Apparently Jerome and his wife were at it. Doors slammed and he mentioned the wife had driven off.
" I'm gonna just go over there and tell them off" he declared
"Don't get involved" i said
"It's none of our business man"
We argued over the phone and then he hung up. Saying it was going to stop. I came home later and he was laying down on the couch. He was watching TV. So I asked him what happened with Jerome.
"It's taken care of" he said
"Something I should have done ages ago"
"Okay then" I answered
Well all was actually quiet with Jerome for a few weeks. Then the yelling started again. But by that time our fights began. We were arguing about everything. He was far from affectionate too. And then some time after that, he moves out.
I figured all the stress was too much. And let him go. But I realized it didn't matter. Our relationship was mostly just making sure we weren't alone. So I was good with it.
"Hey neighbor" Jerome asked me a few days later
"Haven't seen your 'friend' around"
"Oh he moved out." I answered
"Was just staying here until something he was waiting on came through"
That was a lie if course. Whether Jerome was aware that we were gay or not wasn't something I wanted to just spill out.
"Shame" he said
"We had a nice chat sometime back"
"He seemed cool"
I looked at the hot man standing a few feet from me. He had a fresh haircut and his face was bearded but trimmed. Unlike the usual scrubbiness he had going. His shirt was opened at the top buttons exposing a few inches of chest. He was wearing snug jeans again. And there to the left of his zipper was his big dick laid out before me. I glanced only briefly so as not to arouse suspicion. But I still saw that tube agaibpnst his upper thigh.
As we talked, Jerome shifted as he stood. This only pushed his crotch out at me more. I could feel my loins tingle at the sight before me. I swallowed spit down as we talked. I had to get away from him or lose it.
My head envisioned him smiling slyly at me. And even winking at me. Urging me to act on him.
"I know you guys are gay" he would say
"I'm horny" he would say
"Get down in your knees and suck me off"
Then I would drop to my knees before this hunk. Reach for his bulging crotch and that thick tube along his thigh. Shove my face in the cotton of his jeans and inhale his dick through them. Taking in any event I could possibly have.
Then opening my hungry mouth and grasping his dick through the jeans with it. Feeling his tube steak throb against me. He would moan above me. His hand grabbing my head and he would gpdry hump my face.
"Yeah man" he would say
"Feel that dick boy"
"It's gonna Plow your ass"
"Yes Jerome" I would reply
"I want you to fuck me stud"
I would then pull down his jeans and get to his dick. I would suck him off until he was ready for a fuck. Then I would drop my own pnats and bend over against the fence for him.
Jerome would come up behind me and shoved his cock into my wanton ass. I would cry out from it. His big dick piercing my ass hole would make me cry out.
"Fuck" i said softly
"Huh" Jerome said
His words waking me from my trance.
"Uhmm. Ohh nothing" I said
"I have something in the dryer"
It was the words I said. The first thing that came to my head so I could leave Jerome there. So I turned and headed back to my place.
"Uhmm. Good talking to you" I said as I turned to walk away
"Sure man. Anytime" he called back
I looked back and could have sworn he had reached down and groped himself.
It was a few days later that the blow up of all blow ups happened. It was late. Near 10 PM when I heard screaming and loud crashing noises. It was Jerome and his wife again. It was a big fight this time. He was yelling, she was yelling. I even heard the young daughter crying.
"Fuck you Jerome" the wife screamed
"You listen to me you fucking whore" he came back
I looked out the back window that faced there place. I could see sillouettes of the two beyond the blinds that were partially opened. She was throwing things as crshes of glass followed. Jerome yelled and grabbed her from what i saw.
"I'll show you woman" he yelled
"Get the fuck off me" she yelled back
There was a bit more yelling, then a heavy crash. It sounded like the house was coming down. I had to do something. I was gonna call the cops. But then there was some silence. Then as I placed the phone back on the receiver I saw there garage open up. The door had barely come high enough up when a car bolted out of there. It was her car. She was yelling at the kids as she hit the door as she drove out if the garage. Then she turned and took the car out to the street. Then she tore down the road.
"Well I think I should talk to Jerome" I thought.
"This has to fucking stop"
"And now is as good a time as any."
I was determined to just go over there and give him a piece of my mind. I was done with all the damned yelling. So I walked over behind my house. I was going to go around to the front, but then I noticed the garage door was bent and part way up. Then I figured I would just go through the garage. I bent down to crawl under the door. I walked over to the door that separated the garage from the house. It was wide opened.
"Jerome" I called out
"It's your neighbor"
"We need to talk about all this telling man"
"Jerome?"
I figured I would get an angry answer form him. Growling at me to get the fuck out, or something. But there was silence. I entered the doorway to the house.
"Jerome?" I called out again
Still no answer. What the Hell. Did he leave too. Maybe he went after her and I didn't notice it. I pondered the thought. But his car was still in the garage. I know that s I walked in.
"Jerome. Is everything okay?" I called out now
I then wondered. There was a loud crash as she last screamed. Had she killed him, I thought then. I walked through the kitchen towards their living room. As I turned the corner I called his name again. Softer this time.
"Jerome. Are you there" I asked to no one
Then I walked into the living area. The room was a huge mess. Debris from the argument everywhere. Glass and toys and all other sorts of things strewn about. I then saw behind the couch some socks. Then I ordered around and there was some legs. I walked around to see more of the legs. Slightly hairy and thick. For a moment I was intrigued by the hot thick thighs. Then I realized it was Jerome.
Jerome was on the floor, laid out cold. There was an entertainment unit turned over and part on him. The man was naked save for some black shorts.
"Ohhh shiit!" I said aloud as I saw him there.
I rushed over and picked the unit up off him. He was hurt too. There was blood on his forehead. I thought he was dead.
"Fuck. Jerome. Jerome" I said as I reached to his chest
I shook him a bit to try see if he would respond. I continued to fear the worst. I leaned in to his face. I grabbed the man's face and leaned in to in. I felt breath on him and my hand touched his chest and felt a heartbeat. He was alive. But bleeding. Not badly mind you but a bit. I went back to the kitchen to get a damp towel. I came back and wiped his forehead. I held my hand to his head to help qwell the trickle of good on him.
"Poor guy." I said.
"She laid your ass out man"
I looked at his rugged handsome face. My hand was on his chest again as I tried to gently shake him. He was unconscious for sure. I felt the warmth of his chest and realized my hand was actually caressing his strong masculine chest. My finger instinctively tracing along the hairs on his body.
I looked back at the man's hot face. I had wiped the blood off and somehow stopped the blood. He looked so fucking gorgeous there helpless. I licked at my lips instinctively as I gazed at him. Then I looked down to his belly and then to his shorts. I saw the crotch fly opened.
"Boxers" I said to myself.
I looked at his thick hot legs. Then back at his covered crotch. Thats when i saw the bulge of his dick in the boxers, just to the left. There was the line of the tube of it traced down towards the keg opening. Thats when i began to get a twitch in my loins..................
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To be continued