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Neighbors
By Simon Peter
"Oh, FUCK!"
I got out of the car to inspect the damages. My rear fender was dented. Shit!
I was at the neighboring supermarket parking lot, backing into a parking space. Somehow, I miscalculated the distance of the other car and backed into it. I inspected the other car. Nothing!
There wasn't even a scratch. I scratched my head in wonder. I had heard the noise of the impact when I backed into the damned car. Well, at least I didn't cause any injury. I wondered who the other car belonged to as I tried to estimate how much it was going to cost me to fix my fender.
A guy, carrying two brown paper bags, approached.
"Anything wrong?" he asked as he neared the scene, wondering about me standing right next to his car and scratching my head, the front door of my car still open.
I shook my head. I didn't know what to say. His car had no sign of an accident on it, but still, I did bump into it.
"It's just... just..." I stammered. "I ... it's nothing really. I backed into your car and dented my fender."
He came closer to inspect his car, raising his eyebrows. I held my breath. Maybe there was a dent that I hadn't noticed?
"Doesn't look like there are any damages here," he said after he put the bags on the hood of his car and inspected the front side.
"Yeah," I heaved. "But mine has a nasty dent on it."
He checked the dented bumper. "Bummer," he said, and I could detect the tone of relief in his voice.
As he ran over the front of his car a second time, I checked him out. I couldn't resist it, even in the upset state that I was in.
Wow! I hadn't noticed: this guy was a hot hunk! Taller than me, with a fuller body of muscles, light brownish hair, and stylishly dressed, the guy was a beautiful sight to see. My eyes went over his body as he bent and ran his hand over the paint job. I felt the typical groin twitch that I get when I look at a hot male. Somehow, the damaged fender image started to fade away.
Earlier that afternoon, Saturday, I had spent most of the time lazing around in my one-room apartment, with the TV on, mute. Lounging back against the seat of my couch, which would turn into a bed when night arrived, I watched the TV screen absently. There was a re-run of a sitcom, Friends, which I used to like a lot, especially Ross. For me, he was the definition of a hot guy. I loved his physique as well as his attitude, a lot of innocence mixed with a child-like character, in a hot body. The groin twitch then was very similar to the one I was feeling now, watching this guy inspect the two cars.
"Well, friend," the guy turned around, "I'm sorry about this. I guess I got lucky, huh?"
Actually, I barely heard what he said because I was gazing at his front: tight v-necked fashionable t- shirt, tight, faded jeans with fashionable knee tears, and flip flops, not your regular 2-dollar slippers.
They had the Adidas logo alongside the rubber strap, and I estimated at least 50 bucks for them. The guy was expensively, but tastefully, dressed. And his feet looked yummy.
He must have noticed my stare since he cleared his throat after a few moments and said, "I don't think it will cost too much to fix the dent on your fender." His voice sounded appeasing for he probably mistook my gaze at his body as a look of frustration and helplessness.
"Have we met before?" he asked. "I think I have seen you before, but I can't place the where and when."
My brain started to register after the initial appreciation of this hot guy standing in front of me. I would definitely remember the where and when for such a beautiful person.
"Ah..." I hesitated. I didn't want to admit to him that he was wrong, that we were strangers. Also, I wanted this meeting to last, like forever. I was totally taken by him.
"Could have been here? Do you shop here often?" I asked.
"Yea. It's convenient since I don't have to drive far to get here. Actually, it's a walking distance, but I thought I would drive instead," and he pointed at the brown paper bags, still on the car hood, smiling.
Oh, that smile! Straight, white teeth, a slightly curled lower lip, strong male jaw... the guy could pose for a Greek god statue.
My eyes now were glued onto his face instead of his body. Definitely my type: not the movie star type or the stud-type, but the chiseled chin, the hint of pouting lips, the straight nose, the deep brownish eyes, the everyday handsome look of the guy next door. All of this turned me on.
It so happened that he was the guy next door. And his name was Harvey. I was amazed when we discovered that we lived in the same building, him on the first floor, me on the top fourth floor.
Strangely enough, we never met, and I had been living there for just over ten months now. How in hell could I have missed him?
I accepted his invitation for a coffee after we drove back. I decided that pursuing the chance of getting to know this fantastic looker was more pressing than my shopping. I could always do that later.
Walking into his apartment, and to my surprise, I found that it was a replica of mine: a one-room studio with a couch, a desk, a TV set, a small kitchenette with a counter and a couple of stools, and a closet bathroom. For some reason, I expected something more lavish, more spaced out, going by the tastefulness of his dressy-casual clothes.
"Excuse the place," he said as he placed the shopping bags on the small kitchenette counter. "It's a bit tight, but it suits me fine. I'd hate to spend my time cleaning and taking care of a larger place."
I laughed. "It's just like mine upstairs," I said. "Except much tidier." A picture of my studio flashed inside my head, registering the cluttered clothes, the unwashed mug and plate, the crumpled sofa cover. I admired the way Harvey kept his place. Neat. Tasteful. I was really impressed. This was a guy after my own heart, let alone my dick and my ass.
"Hey, buddy," he called from behind the counter as he took out stuff from the shopping bags and placed them on shelves and cabinets. "Just have a seat. I'll be a minute putting this stuff away." I noticed that he had already had the electric water kettle on, the orange light on the handle waiting for the water to boil. "Instant ok?"
"Huh?" I asked, not registering what he referred to, my mind more focused on his body movements, so graceful, so erotic! Again, the groin twitch, this time harder than before, and I could feel my pecker starting to awaken.
"The coffee," he explained, and that smile! My God, what a beautiful smile. "All I have is instant coffee. Is that ok?"
"Oh, yea, sure," I lied, since one of the extravagancies I allowed myself was buying coffee beans and grinding them fresh every time I prepared my coffee, using my French coffee press which a friend- my ex-boyfriend-had got me two Christmases ago. It felt too prissy, too gay-ish, as I watched my hot neighbor, so down-to-earth neighbor.
I sat on the couch, turning sideways to watch Harvey. My heart throbbed, my cock quivered, my ass twitched.
"Could you turn on the TV, Mike?" Harvey called out from the kitchenette as he brought down two mugs off one of the shelves and the jar of instant coffee from one of the small cabinets. "There's this sitcom that I love to watch even though I have seen the episodes like one hundred times, Friends.
They're playing old episodes. It's on the Comedy Channel."
I fumbled with the remote control and Friends came on. "Yea, I like the program, too. Actually, I was watching an episode earlier, before deciding to go get a few things from the market."
"Oh?" Harvey paused, his hand on the water kettle. "But you didn't get anything."
Shit! What could I say to that? That he was such an adorable piece of sex meat which I had to follow home? That the few things I needed were nothing compared to getting invited to his apartment?
What?
I adopted the shrug-strategy. "Nothing pressing. Besides, I was occupied with that fucking dent on my car that shopping was not what I wanted to do."
Harvey poured the boiling water into the mugs, somehow not convinced. I could tell by the way he stared at me. Could he possibly see through my lie? Was he also attracted to me? I was nowhere near as good looking as he was. This type of young man could in no way be unattached, having his own place and apparently making good money to be able to afford Adidas flip flops.
As I watched my favorite Ross on the screen, I wondered about Harvey. Was he gay? Was he available? How could I know? There were certain signs that he might be gay: his taste in dress, for one.
That was invariably a tell-tale sign. Also, what I detected to be a little nervousness around me. Straight guys are usually more comfortable with other guys. They are not thinking about dicks and asses, whereas we gays develop some degree of nervousness when our minds wander.
Harvey brought the steaming mugs over and sat next to me. My heart raced at the proximity. We watched the sitcom for a few minutes. What was I doing? I was here because I was attracted to this guy not because I wanted to watch some old TV program with him! All kinds of thoughts crowded in my head as we sipped the hot liquid and watched TV.
"I find Ross quite attractive," I suddenly blurted.
"In a way," Harvey immediately responded. "But he is too awkward in his movements."
"Well, that's what I like about him."
What was I saying? Shit! I was coming out to this guy about liking guys! I decided that what the fuck: why not? What did I have to lose? On the other hand, I had all sorts of hot things to gain if Harvey turned out to be as I had been praying he would be.
"Oh?" Harvey turned from the TV screen to look at me, sideways. He had such a lovely profile! And that was the second time I say something and he answers with an interrogative "oh" waiting to be developed further.
"Yea, I like body movement. In a way, it turns me on," I confessed.
Harvey placed his mug on the coffee table and bent one leg under him, his knee almost touching my thigh. "Tell me more about this, Mike," he said, the look on his face definitely interested.
"Nothing to tell, Harve," I said. "It's just that the human body intrigues me. I find the way Ross moves...
well, nice." I wanted to say erotic, exciting, but I couldn't bring myself to do so.
Harvey raised an eyebrow. "You were also watching me, you know, as I was putting away stuff," he said, meaningfully.
I nodded, and looked down to notice that his knee had slid to cover the inches separating it from my thigh. I felt the light pressure, and my heart raced. Unconsciously, I leaned towards him. I was rewarded with a similar movement from him towards me, and our lips met. My heart pounded and my dick throbbed. As we kissed, I was only faintly aware of the canned audience laughter coming out of the TV, of the mugs of coffee abandoned on the coffee table. I only felt the touch of the sweet warm lips on mine, of his tongue starting to probe.
I placed my hand on the back of Harvey's head as he rubbed up and down my thigh. Thousands of thoughts crowded inside my head, but I pushed them away, concentrating on the thousands of sensations I was receiving from this guy's lips. Slowly, as if in slow motion, I found myself sliding back on the couch as Harvey crept on top of me. Our bodies pressed. His erection was unmistakable as it humped my crotch meeting my own hard dick, our clothes the only barrier between our bodies. Our mouths were glued on each other as we slobbered and sucked.
With a sigh, after what it seemed like ages, we broke.
Harvey got off me, his crotch stretched with his erected penis. Breathlessly, I watched him reach for the remote control and mute the TV set, wrapping us in silence, our heavy breathing accentuating our heat for each other. He took off his tight v-shirt, exposing the most delicious man chest I had ever laid eyes on: a hair patch between his nipples, thinning to a delicious hair trail. He undid the top two buttons of his jeans, exposing more of the hair trail. I was almost ready to explode in my jeans as my eyes feasted on this beautiful body.
He helped me take off my shirt. He placed his hand on my hairy chest, running his fingers through the hair and towards my nipples, down my trail, down to grope my crotch, feeling my hardness. I thrust up into his hand and pulled him back down on top of me. Bare-chested, we lay on top of each other resuming our kissing, which developed into more intense lip and tongue sucking and more urgent hand caressing and probing. We fumbled on each other's jeans, pulling them down, kicking them off.
Again, the kissing and humping resumed, heat emanating through the underwear, our cocks rubbing on each other, some wetness starting to seep through the cotton fabric.
"I want to look at you naked, Mike," Harvey whispered in my ear as he raised himself off me. I thrust my butt up as he pulled down my briefs. My cock glued to my belly, uncut, 7 inches in length, mushroom head, glistening with precum, throbbing against my body. Harvey stood up and studied me lying naked on the couch. His breathing was heavy. His cock stretched his underwear sideways, reaching almost to his hip. I reached up and touched him, there, on his erection. He threw his head back and moaned.
Pulling down on his briefs, I pried his cock out, fisting the shaft, raising myself to kiss the head. Eight inches of beautiful manhood greeted me. My lips engulfed the cut cock head, my tongue flicking at the slit, tasting his saltiness. His moans grew louder. I went in on the shaft. He was too big for me to swallow at one go. I didn't want to gag or cough on this wonderful tool. It would be an unforgivable insult to God's beautiful creation.
I took him into my mouth slowly, up and down, swallowing him inch by inch as he bent and stroked my cock. I had to make him stop because I was starting to feel the cum building up for ejaculation. Not yet!
I let go of him and moved away. He looked down at me quizzically.
"I am very close to explode, Harve," I admitted, both ashamedly and proudly.
Harvey gave me another sweet smile and sat next to me as I straightened and dangled my legs down the couch to the floor, ordering my dick to slow down as well as my semen to ease back into my balls.
"I knew it," Harvey said, the smile still there, one arm wrapped around my shoulder.
"Knew what?"
"I knew that you were attracted to me." He pressed his hand on my shoulder, sending shivers down my body.
"When did you know that?" I wanted to know. I needed to know if I was so transparent that people knew that I was attracted to someone.
"The way you looked at me, at my body, in the parking lot."
"Since then?" Amazing. He was able to read me like an open book. It was a scary thing, to emit such openness revealing my inner thoughts and desires.
"But... I was attracted to you even before," he continued enigmatically, his smile widening, and I could detect the shade of a blush on his shaven face cheeks.
"When?" I asked with both eyebrows raised.
"When I saw you walking around the cars, checking for damages. Actually, it was the minute I walked out of the supermarket and spotted you. I lied," he confessed, "about not meeting you. I have seen you many times getting into or leaving the building. And I have been thinking of ways of getting to know you better." He placed his other hand on my hairy thigh. My cock quivered in response.
"And now you do," I said, taking his hand and kissing his fingers, licking and sucking on each finger in turn. I watched him lean over and take my erection into his mouth. I thrust up to meet his lips, warm, wet, full of lust. As he bobbed on my dick, I licked his fingers, kissed the palm of his hand, ran my hand through his hair, pushing him further down my cock shaft. When I exploded inside his mouth, it was so intense, I felt my butt leap off the couch, driving my dick deeper into his throat, squirting loads of juice.
Harvey finally got off my cock, which plopped onto my belly with a sloshing sound, still throbbing, glistening with cum and spit. He licked his lips, caressing my balls and smiling.
"That was a quite a load, bro," he said.
I smiled back at him, trying to regulate my breathing, enjoying his ministrations on my crotch.
I jumped when the shrill sound coming off his cell phone filled the room.
"Shit!" Harvey exclaimed in annoyance as he reached for his phone. "Hello?" he said into the mouthpiece, and I noticed the immediate oh-what-now look on his face.
Heaving silently, Harvey said, "Yeah, Rick, what is it?"
I tried to look away, grabbing for my now-lukewarm coffee. There was a pause as Harvey listened, one of his eyebrows raised.
"Look, Rick ..." he started.
There were hurried, squealing sounds from the other end.
"Ricky ..." Harvey tried again, and again he was interrupted. More hurried chatter reached my ears, the squealing, whimpering type.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, RICK!"
I jumped at the changed tone and the raised voice. There was immediate silence from the other end.
"Look, baby," he lowered his voice, looking at me as he said this. Again, I tried to act unconcerned, but my heart dropped at the "baby" part. "We talked about this, didn't we?" Another interruption, more squealing. "Fuck it, man. You keep interrupting I'm going to hang up. Just shut up and listen."
Harvey was staring at me all the while this was going on. My attempts at pretending nonchalance failed, and there were definitely signs of interest all over my face. Besides, his face looked so fantastic with the look of consternation in his brown eyes and the firm pursing of his lips.
"No, you can't come over, Rick." More squealing.
"Listen, baby, I have company. We could meet later." Again the squealing.
With a look of resigned annoyance, Harvey finally said into the phone, "Hold on a sec." He looked at me with a questioning look, covering the cell phone's mouth piece.
"We could take this up later if you like," I whispered to him, reaching for my clothes. Harvey shook his head.
"No, Mike. Do you mind staying? Rick and me... we had a relationship for a while and we broke up. He hasn't taken it like a man. I'd like for you to stay. It will diffuse some of the tension. Please?' How could I say no? I hated the idea of sticking around and witnessing a lovers' quarrel. But Harvey looked so delicious that I knew I would accept. "Ok," I muttered. "Ok, Harve, no problem."
Harvey blew me a silent kiss and returned to the phone. "Rick? You still there?" Squealing.
"Rick, ok, ok, ok, damn it. Come on over. But as I said, I have a guest and you can't stay long."
There was more chattering and finally Harvey pressed the end button on his cell and heaved a deep sigh.
"Fuck!" he said, sitting next to me, placing his hand on my thigh, his Adam's apple bobbing in an effort to control his feelings, or maybe his anger.
"Thanks, Mikey. You're a prince. Rick wants for us to get back together. But I have gotten sick and tired of his prima-donna attitude. Especially in public. He loves to put on acts when there are others around, embarrassing the hell out of me. Now he is promising to behave."
"So you guys think of getting back together?" I asked with a trembling voice, betraying my trepidation at losing this beautiful neighbor of mine that I had just discovered a couple of hours ago and that I had just fed one of my huge loads.
"No fucking way," Harvey exclaimed as he got up and pulled on his jeans and shirt.
I did the same, but without the underwear. I kept my shirt unbuttoned, exposing my fairly hairy chest.
Harvey approached, reached out, and fondled my chest hair and my nipples. Stirrings of another erection started to shake my nuts and limp dick. I wanted to make it a point to this Rick person when he arrived that Harvey and me were already fucking, and that Harvey was already in another relationship.
As soon as Rick walked through the door, I knew that he was the slutty, whining type, confirming my earlier impression resulting from his squealing over the phone: the type that flaunted his gayness and that behaved with such an attitude that would scare away most guys. I wondered what Harvey found in this guy to have a relationship with him.
Rick flew into Harvey's arms, wrapping his arms around Harvey's neck and his legs around Harvey's waist. "Oh, baby, I miss you," he began with a slutty, feminine voice. "Please, baby, I'm sorry, so sorry ..."
This went on for a couple of minutes or so until Rick spotted me, standing next to the TV set, my shirt open, my chest bare, the first two buttons of my jeans undone-on purpose! My hands in my pockets stretching the jeans to outline my cock better, make it more visible. His eyes went wild and he licked his lips as he let go of Harvey and slid off him.
"Hello, there!" he crooned.
"Hi," I answered, making my voice go gruff and low, my hands half-way down the front pockets of my jeans, pulling them a little bit down, revealing more trail.
Rick's gaze moved down my bare chest to the trail. He unabashedly bit on his lower lip as he saw the two open buttons of my jeans and the outline of my dick, now starting to elongate along my thigh. I looked at Harvey, and there he was behind Rick, with a smirk, both hands stretched out, palms turned up, in a be-my-guest gesture.
I usually go for the Harvey-type guys. The masculine look, the macho attitude, the body hair, the male physique: this is what turns me on most. But for one reason or another, I got excited by Rick's unashamed appraisal of my body. He was eating me with his eyes, his long lashes, his mouth, his pouting lips.
Rick stepped closer, reached to grab Harvey's wrist with one hand, grabbing mine with the other, and bringing them both together to his sides. "You guys were fucking?" he said as he moved our hands up and down his sides. The gall of the guy! Harvey playfully slapped the back of Rick's head.
"Mike and me... we have just met," he said.
"Oh, yea? Just met? And you guys are already half dressed? Or should I say half naked?" Rick was impossible at how sluttily he described the situation, his eyes glued to my crotch, now visibly showing a semi-erection.
Harvey and I laughed. Rick certainly was direct, right to the point, no subtleties, no niceties. He saw hot men and he went for it, straight away. As far as he was concerned, a bare chest and a semi-erect penis inside a pair of jeans were enough for him to dive in.
Kneeling in front of me, he worked the rest of the jeans buttons loose and pulled my jeans down, exposing my dick. I took in a surprised breath. Harvey's smirk went wider. Rick's hand was still gripping Harvey's wrist. He pulled on it and brought it to my chest. Harvey let out a moan as soon as he touched my chest hair, which he had been doing before Rick's frantic phone call and after Harvey swallowed my juice. I realized that Harvey hadn't ejaculated yet. We were interrupted before I had the chance of pleasing him. Now he was fondling me, lust all over his face.
Rick was already on my cock. He slobbered and I erected, fully. "Uuuuuuu..." Rick looked up at me. "I can taste man stuff down here. Uuuuuuu." He shifted his look to Harvey: "You sucked him. You ate his fuck juice. You never did this to meeee!" The little fuck had tasted the remains of my cum on my dick and correctly deduced that Harvey had been blowing me.
"Why would I want to suck on your pencil dick, Rick?" Harvey teased. "Mike here has a man's cock."
Harvey bent and licked one of my nipples as Rick ignored the jab at his dick size and wrapped his pouting lips around my erected penis. I thrust forward. Let the slut gag and cough, I didn't care.
Holding his head with both hands, I roughly thrust deep into his throat. Naturally, he did gag, looking up at me, his eyes starting to water. I pushed harder forcing him to swallow, not letting him pull back.
The look on his face was both of lust and of fear. I released one hand off his head and held his chin forcefully, thrusting more meat into his mouth. He moaned between the coughing and the gagging.
Snot streamed out of his nose as he tried to breathe, tears streamed down his face cheeks.
"Easy, Mikey," Harvey whispered in my ear as he noticed my rough face-fucking.
I trembled at the touch of his lips against my ear lobe and the sliding of his lips down the side of my neck. I let go of Rick's head and he immediately pulled off my throbbing cock, which dripped all over the floor with spit and snot and precum.
The three of us broke away from each other. We were breathing hard and Rick was actually weeping.
Tears streamed down his face, his lips all wet, his face crimson red.
"What a man!" Rick, still kneeling, said, looking up at me. The little shit had enjoyed my forceful thrusting down his throat regardless of the tears and the snot.
"Do you like it rough, Rick?" I asked, gazing down at his slutty face, fisting some of his hair in the palm of my hand.
He nodded, fisting my cock shaft lovingly. "Mikey never roughed me. He is such a gentleman. Aren't you, Mikey, baby? The perfect gentleman!"
Although I enjoyed shoving my dick inside Rick's mouth without caring about how he gagged and coughed, I still wanted Harvey. The way he blew me was more of a love-making act than of sucking and shoving. There was another slap on the back of Rick's head from Harvey, now stronger than before.
"I'm so glad I came over," Rick said, stroking my dick slowly.
"I'm not," Harvey said, a bit angrily. I detected a little jealousy there. Harvey was watching Rick stroking me.
Rick let go of my dick and stood up, filling the space between me and Harvey. He stood sandwiched between us. Slowly, he turned around to face Harvey, his butt pressing on my crotch. He kissed Harvey on the lips, grinding his bubble butt on my erection.
A little bit unwillingly, Harvey returned the kiss and I noticed Rick pulling down on Harvey's jeans and grabbing his cock. As they kissed, I managed to loosen Rick's pants and pull them down along with what felt like skimpy, satiny kind of string underwear. So Rick wanted it rough. I pushed his back down and he eagerly bent over, taking Harvey's dick into his mouth. I spread his ass cheeks, and without any preparation, entered him.
His muffled scream came out loud, his mouth full with man cock. But I didn't hesitate. I invaded his body all the way to the base of my thick cock shaft, feeling his insides stretch against my throbbing tool. Holding onto his hips, I fucked him, hard and deep. His head bobbed up and down on Harvey's dick, Harvey throwing his head back and thrusting his crotch forward.
It didn't take me long to dump my load inside the bitchy Rick. My squirts hit him hard and his squealing and moaning increased in intensity as he felt the warm jizz fill his ass. I flexed inside him for a few moments and withdrew. He was still sucking Harvey. I plopped heavily on the couch watching the blowjob, my dick resting on my thigh, still throbbing from the deep fucking. Semen was seeping out of Rick's fucked ass onto his thighs and the floor. I smiled as I thought about the kind of cleaning Harvey had to do later.
Hearing Harvey's moans quicken, his thrusts in and out getting more urgent, I knew that he was almost there. Instinctively, quickly, I reached and shoved my hand between his butt cheeks, finding his hole, inserting a finger inside the twitching opening. He cummed with a yell. More juice was added to the mess on the floor as it seeped out of Rick's gobbling mouth that could not swallow the whole lot fast enough.
The room was getting stuffy, and I started to sweat a little. Rick was on the floor, shamelessly fingering the mixed juices and licking some off.
"You got what you came for, didn't you?" Harvey asked Rick as he plopped on the couch next to me, our thighs touching, his arm behind my neck, his hand on my shoulder, caressing my skin. "You got fucked the way you like it, huh?" he teased.
And to think that Rick cared? He had a satisfied look on his face. His small penis was still hard, plastered onto his belly, barely over 5 inches long. He reached down, stroking himself with one hand, as he kept licking off the shit on the floor. He shot his load on his chest, two, maybe three short strings of juice, squealing his grunts with every squirt.
"Can I stay?" Rick whimpered. "Can I stay with you guys? Harve? Mikey? Please?"
Rick looked like a little puppy dog down there on the floor, still licking away.
"No, you can't stay," Harvey answered, a bit too rough. "This is how it is, Rick. Mike and me," he looked at me, pausing, "are lovers and we're staying together." I nodded in approval.
"Awwwww," Rick complained with pouting lips. "But I love you guyzzzzzzzzz. I love your man cocks."
"I'll tell you what. You get the fuck out of here, Rick. Right now. And you never call me or Mike. And if you do that, Mike and me, we will find time to fuck you every now and then. Otherwise, if you don't agree to all of that, it's adios. Do we have a deal?"
Rick hesitated, a pained look on his face, but I knew he was considering the alternatives. He realized that he couldn't keep Harvey as his lover, and that I wanted to be involved with Harvey more than with him. Slowly, he nodded his head, his lips still pouting, glistening with the man juices he had been licking off the floor.
"Ok," he whimpered in a low voice. "But," his voice got louder, knowing that he would be getting sex from the two of us, "you guys promise to do me, right? You promise? If I don't bug the shit out of you, you promise to fuck the shit out of me."
Harvey and I burst out laughing. Slutty as he was, eating all that fuck juice off the floor, Rick was cute as fuck. Harvey reached and grabbed Rick by the hair pulling him up. "We. Will. Fuck. You. Rick," he said, stressing each word. "Until cum explodes out of your ass, mouth, ears, nose and every other opening in your fucking whore body."
The smile on Rick's face was wide, stretching his pouting lips. "Awwwww. Harve. You are soooooo mean."
We silently watched as Rick got dressed and left. As soon as the door closed shut behind him, Harvey heaved a sigh of relief. Grabbing my thigh, he said, his beautiful sexy smile back, "Let's hit the shower, baby. I want to sample you wet and hot."
We hit the shower, and we "sampled" each other, taking turns, two macho guys enjoying sex with each other, avoiding taking roles. We topped and bottomed and sucked and got sucked and all the time I was thinking how sweet it was to be able to find someone to have sex with on equal terms, and right next door!
Walking out of the shower, Harvey with a towel around his delicious waist, some drops of water still glistening on his awesome man chest, and me naked, dick and balls flopping around.
"You hungry?" Harvey asked, his hand caressing my limp cock. It was getting close to seven o'clock in the evening and we have been working so hard at each other and at Rick that my stomach grumbled.
"Sure am," I said, kissing his lips lightly. "Hungry for you, baby."
Harvey pulled away, letting go of my dick. "I'll order a pizza. How do you like yours?"
"Thin crust, with lots of Harvey topping," I smiled, my hand caressing his butt under the towel.
"Stop that, Mike," he complained as he picked up the phone, removing my hand from his firm butt, "or we will never be able to eat!"
"I will eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and any time in between."
Laughing, he placed the pizza order. Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting on the stools at the counter, facing each other, biting into the hot pizza, smiling at each other stupidly.
"You look cute," he mumbled as he chewed the food.
"Me? Cute? Look who's talking! You're a fucking model, Harve."
"No, really, Mike. You do look cute and I love the way you're sitting here, across from me, gobbling on a pizza, all deliciously naked. You look more delicious than the pizza."
We both laughed at this, and I felt the beginning of stirrings in my groin as this fantastically handsome guy complimented me and my naked body.
Finishing up, washing the plates-Harvey had to wash the fucking plates and put them away-we resumed our places on the couch and started making out. He was so hot that my heart beats were painfully intense inside my chest. Now that he got rid of the towel, we were both naked and hard.
"Fuck me, Mikey," Harvey whispered into my ear, biting on the lobe. "Fuck my ass, baby."
Did I need an invitation? I was more than ready. Harvey was on his back, his legs spread, his dick erected upwards, his hole barely visible inside the thick hair of his crack. Oh, yes! I wanted him, wanted to fuck him, deep.
I kneeled between his thighs and started to apply spit on my hard rod. Harvey reached for the side table and took out what I thought was a tube of lube. I waited, my cock head touching his fuck hole, throbbing with anticipation and desire.
My eyes went wide with surprise as I realized that what Harvey brought out of the drawer was not lube. It was a dildo. It looked like it was made of soft rubber, a bit thicker than my own dick, but much longer, and ribbed. I raised my eyebrows and slapped his butt cheek with my cock.
"This is not enough for you, Harve?" I said, a bit disappointed that my lover thought he needed more than me and my body and my dick.
"Mikey, baby," He smiled, licking the head of the dildo. "As awesome as your cock may be, it can't be in more than one place at the same time."
"Huh?" I responded not getting what he meant, still not happy with the thought that we needed help from a stupid plastic sex tool.
"Fuck me, bitch," Harvey uncharacteristically moaned as he drove the dildo into his mouth and sucked.
Somehow, the change of tone in his voice and the sight of him swallowing what looked realistically like a real cock, fat and ribbed, was very erotic. Forgetting about my man ego, I drove into him, penetrating. He grunted on the rubber dick as I invaded his body, thrusting all the way in with a steady, long drive until I felt the base of my cock at his balls, my groin plastered onto his ass cheeks, my cock head pressing at his insides. Holding him by the ankles, I started my fucking, slow but deep, feeling his fuck tunnel stretch to accommodate the thickness of my rod.
Harvey was sucking and licking on the dildo, taking it out, rubbing it on my nipples, bringing it up to my mouth. When he pushed it between my lips, I opened my mouth and gulped it in. This made me pound him harder as my cock got thicker with the feeling of the rubber tool in my mouth. I closed my eyes and imagined that the dildo was Harvey's dick being shoved down my throat. I sucked hungrily.
When I came, it was as if a huge part of my insides was pouring out into my lover's body. I bit hard on the rubber tool, grunting and groaning, squirting inside the hot body of my sweet neighbor.
Flexing inside him, I reached for his dick. He took out the dildo from my mouth and rubbed it on his nipples as I stroked him. I noticed my cum seep out of his hole as he squeezed it out, preparing to shoot his load, my own dick still buried inside him, semi-erect, flexing. As soon as I noticed the thickening of his cock shaft, I went down on it, swallowing it all the way down to the base, my cock slowly slipping out of his ass. I felt his squirts hit the back of my mouth as he bucked deeper inside my throat, as if his juice went directly to my stomach. I felt dizzy with the intensity of his ejaculation.
Needless to say, Harvey and I experimented with a variety of sex tools. But in the final analysis it was our bodies that counted the most, that were the most erotic for me.
Oh, what a neighbor!