New straight neighbor. Part 3
I saw less and less of Blake following that epic weekend. I thought we'd have a "thing" but was mistaken. He did give me a shout one more time, I ran over and helped him relax. Then made the most tragic mistake I could have possibly made. I told him I was falling in love.
"Had to fuck it up didn't you!...Leave!" Blake said in a tone I had not heard before.
What had I done? I tried to back peddle, but he was not having it. The damage was done.
I'd hit him up with a "What'up? or "Hey" and after 23 unrepsonded to messages. I Was getting pissed and fired off one last text.
"If you're not gonna reply...Give my number to your buddy" I texted.
Much to my surprise he replied! "I'd be happy to pass your number along" Blake texted.
That didn't go how I had hoped. I wanted Blake to express that I were his and invite me over like old times for a couple beers. Strange how the mind shifts gears though. My thoughts turned to Rico. Rico was certainly capable of filling the gaps. Several days went by with nothing, and then. Saturday morning I woke to barrage of incoming messages.
Number unknown: "Hey baby...Where you at?"
Private number: "I'll be the judge of that"
Number unknown: "You swallow?"
And then one that was slightly less insulting from an actual phone number 555-123-4567: "I'd like to meet you...My wife is 8 months pregnant. I got your number from a porta-potty wall. If it was not you that wrote it there please discard this message and accept my apology"
Fucking Blake, was my initial thought, but once I thought about it, maybe this could be just the distraction I needed.
I replied to the last message "Actually I did not post my number...I would really appreciate if you would remove it for me...But what is up?" I texted.
555-123-4567: "Done...I know how guys can be...Sorry that happened to you...Justin"
"Thank you Justin...You wouldn't beleive the lude offers I've been getting, some of which have pictures attached...Nothing even remotely tempting...Lol" I replied.
Justin: "Forgive me if this is forward...But...If you'd like to get a drink sometime I'd be interested in meeting you...What's your name by the way?"
"Sorry...Name's Scotty...Nice to chat with ya Justin and sure I'd like to meet too" I texted back.
I did not occur to me earlier, but the silent phone brought it to my attention. He didn't know I was a dude. Another day went by, and then.
Justin: "I assumed you were female...Sorry to bother you...And please lose this phone number"
"No worries...Best of luck with baby Justin" I replied.
Justin: "Aren't you sweet...Thank you...I'd be happy to throw your number back in the shitter if you wanted and add your name to the listing...Lol"
The hell? I'm pretty sure straight guys assume all gays are on the prowl for cock. They are not completely wrong, but the presumptuousness pisses me off. When he thought I was a female being mistreated he was polite and respectful, but after discovering I am gay he assumes I wanted my number plastered around town.
"I did not put it there, so please do not! And just so you know not all gays are cockhungry queens" I sent back.
Justin: "My bad...An unfounded assumption on my part...Take care and happy hunting and to reply more appropriately to your toilet posting...I am not interested in getting the best head I've ever had"
Mental Note. Take that up with Blake when the timing could not be worse, for him.
Muther Fucker! Now I'm really getting irritated.
"Your loss Justin...There's plenty of cock in the sea" I replied without thinking it through.
"Right...That doesn't sound queeny or cockhungry at all...Anyway" Justin replied.
I thought best to just let it go, but now I'm beyond pissed. It was time to step it up! I shot him a pic of me nursing on Blake. Can't see either of our faces. Take that mutha fucka.
Justin: "I'll give ya this much, you sure look like you know what your doing...Again, defintely not queeny nor cockhungry...Lol"
I wasn't going to out clever Justin and that was a good place to leave it. I rapped on Blake's door but no one was home, That was probably just as well. I did however text him.
"Not cool Bro" I sent.
Blake did actually respond "What??? You asked me to tell my buddy...Well I got lots of buddies...Shit, I thought you'd thank me"
I called it a day and went to bed. I awoke a 2:30am to an earlier sent text.
Private Number: "Come suck me baby"
I texted Justin "All kidding aside...Did you take my number down?...I'm not mad or anything...Just need to know?
"I did not...Getting some hits?...I hope they're temtping at least" He texted back quickly.
"Where is the porta-potty located...I'll go remove it myself" I asked him.
"Corner of 6th and Bancock...It's around the back" Justin replied.
I found it easily. The post read: "Best head you'll ever get, guaranteed, or your nut back!...555-234-1234...I shouldn't have been amused, but I gotta give it to Blake, Very clever. I scratched out my number but left the witticism. It felt a little like closing the gate after the horse got out, but should shutdown any further exposure.
My car was stuck! Muddy ass construction site! It's quarter to 3 in the morning, The hell am I going to do? I can't walk, it's 4 miles.
I texted Justin since I knew he was up "Please feel free to say no, but I got my car stuck on your job site...Any chance you'd be willing to come help me out? Sorry If I'm bothering you"
Justin replied quickly "Haha...Stuck in the muck are ya...Gimme 10 mins"
I sat in my car and waited. I assumed Justin would have a truck and just yank me free, But he showed up on foot. BIG DUDE, Must have been 6'3", Dark features, at least I think, and shoulders wide as my 40" Vizio.
"I cannot thank you enough for coming down Justin..I appreciate your help" I said as he got closer.
"Get behind the wheel" He said as he pushed from the front.
The car popped right out.
"Thank you so much...I'd be happy to give you lift back home" I said.
Justin said nothing, slunk in to my passenger seat and pointed down the road. We came to an intersection and with a finger he directed left. Another intersection another finger, to the right. We had driven 10 minutes, Which got me thinking, He could not have possibly walked that distance in a short stretch of time. We drove into the industrial area of town and he spoke for the first time.
"Stop" He said.
I stopped, sat nervously and watched as he pulled up the picture I had sent him earlier, held it up for comparison and stuck a hand down his shorts.
"Yup..I'd say that is you...Pity all queers don't hunger for big cock" Justin said while stroking.
"Gulp...Right...Common misnomer" I said.
"Well...I do belive I owe you an apology" Justin said.
"Oh yeah...what for?" I asked.
"I have clearly misjudged you and I apologize which every inch of my being" He said as he tilted the lit phone toward his lap.
Justin had very nice piece. At least an 8.5 incher, considering his frame, not really a shock.
I watched as he pulled the dingy t-shirt over his head and lifted his butt off the seat to lower his shorts. The car was dark other than the light his phone emitted, which was currently facedown on his chest, until it slid to the floor.
"Bro...I dropped my phone...Think you could grab it?" Justin asked.
"Yup" I answered quickly and lowered my upper torso between his legs to search the floor.
I made sure to light his shit up before handing it over. His body was tatted from head to toe. To be honest he wasn't the best looking guy though, possibly missing a couple teeth too, His hands were filthy and he smelled like he hadn't had a bath in a week, But who fucking cares! I couldn't resist. I leaned into his lap and took the head of his mast into my mouth. I could taste a greasy grime, but again, Who the fuck cares. I thought for sure he'd be the verbal type, You know, The tell me to suck sort, but he wasn't. He was the hand around the neck type. He pushed down hard till I gagged and then pulled me back up. He intended on running the show.
"I dunno...Looking pretty cock starved to me dude" Justin said he teased my gaped mouth with his swollen head.
"If I had a better angle...I'd..." I said during the permitted breather.
"Say no more" Justin quickly stated.
He sat up and slid the seat as far as it would go and pointed to the floor at his feet. There wasn't a ton of room between his huge legs, but I managed. His cock wasn't the biggest, nor the thickest, I'd ever seen, But very, very pretty. He looked to his phone as I did my best to swallow the massive rod, Probably porn I'd guess.
"Faster...Get me off" Justin ordered.
I moved up and down in quick strides. My head flailing about. Just before shooting he lifted me off, and blasted a wad all over my face and forced me down one last time to completely empty his stinky nutsack. He kicked open the door, grabbed his gear and disappeared into the darkness.
I got home, Had a quick shower stroke and hit the sack. Blake came to mind so I shot him a quick text.
"Thank you" I sent.
Justin messaged just before I drifted off "Shame you're not the cockloving sort" and attached a video clip showing me bobbing on his meat with jizz running down my cheek.
"Please don't show that to anyone" I replied.
"Haha...I won't show it to anyone, but I cannot rule out everyone...I don't know if it was the best I've ever had, but I won't be asking for my nut back...Night" Justin texted.
I'm a fan of the pipe, but honestly, If I didn't hear from Justin again, that would be fine. I may be a cockloving queer, I can accept that, but I need to have some standards and that dude was rank! There's gotta be more sanitary options out there.