This story depicts homosexual relationships between adult males. If you are offended by this type of material, are underaged, or it is illegal in your geo-political area, then please delete it from your screen immediately. If, however, you are here because you want to be, sit back, read on, and (I hope) enjoy. This story picks up from the end of my previous one entitled "Just Being Neighborly".
Still Being Neighborly -- Chap 1
I still couldn't believe it. There I stood at the foot of the bed with a gorgeous latino who had just been dumped on my front step, so to speak, by my lover -- as a "going away present". John was moving away and selling his house to this incredible, dark, handsome stud.and he had brought him to me!
Ernie just stood there looking at me, not saying a word.
Finally, I managed to get my brain and mouth to work. "This is great! No...this is terrible! . The timing I mean. My wife is due home in about 15 minutes and I've got to straighten up this mess John and I just made. . and I don't have any time to do what my little head is thinking about! . and ."
"Earth to Peter. Earth to Peter." I heard Ernie saying. "Hey! Calm down guy! Stop and take three deep breaths. I'll be here for a long time to come. There's no rush."
"Hunh? Oh. .. Oh, yes. You're right. Just don't move. Let me pull this up and get it straightened," I said as I reached for the bed covers.
"I'll give you a hand," he said as he moved over to the other side and began to pull the covers up along with me.
"Thanks. You don't need to do that."
"I figure - at least I hope -- that I'll be helping mess it up sometime in the future, so I might as well help straighten it now," he replied.
"Thanks. Really? Thanks."
When we had completed making the bed (I would be able to strip it later, but right now it needed to be tidy for when Rachael came home), I decided I just couldn't hold it all back right now.
"Come over here," I said to Ernie.
As he moved over to me I reached out and unbuttoned the top of his shorts and unzipped the fly. Then I reached up to the waist and, making sure my fingers were under both the waistband of his shorts and the elastic band at the top of his underwear, I pulled them down to just under his hips.
Sure enough! There it was! Nice, long, firm, dark-skinned, and uncut!!! It wasn't hard before, but as soon as it was out in the open, it began to get fuller and started to lift up off a magnificent set of balls that hung below it.
That was enough! I couldn't resist the temptation. So I sat down on the end of the bed, reached out and grabbed him by that large pointer, and pulled him over to me. Gripping his shaft with my right hand, I pushed back toward the base and watched as the foreskin began to slide back over the plum-shaped head.
The first thing I saw was the tip with the piss slit - Willy the one-eyed wonder worm was looking right at me. Then I saw the shiny drop of man dew flow out and dance in the reflected sunlight. Slowly I pushed a little farther and watched as the glistening blue-red head emerged completely from its enveloping shroud.
It looked good enough to eat, and in two more seconds, it was out of sight in my mouth. Damn! It tasted good too!! It was as sweet as a teenager's boy cum, and that nice large head was so silken and soft to the touch of my tongue as I felt it pulse and deliver another droplet of nectar.
My left hand was already grasping and pulling on the large egg-sized balls inside their hairy, flesh bag. As I squeezed on them, I heard a slight moan escape from his lips and felt the cockhead in my mouth swell and deliver yet another drop of sweet precum onto my tongue. I couldn't hold back.
Driving my head forward onto his wonderful stake, I felt it pass over my tongue and begin to enter the top of my throat. I stopped breathing and pushed my face the rest of the way until my nose was buried into that dark curly bush under his navel and I could feel the head tightly ensconced in my throat. I heard him moan again and his breathing became heavier.
The scent of excited man was heavy. I let go of his balls to run my left hand up under his tee-shirt and over the front of his torso, feeling the resistance of the black curls that were all over his abs and up onto his chest. This time I felt a shiver run through his body and his engorged cockhead pulsed inside my throat.
I felt a jolt of electricity run from between my legs, right at the base of my rock-hard cock, and shoot up my spine to the back of my head. This was one helluva lollipop!
With that, Ernie reached up and grabbed my head on both sides, holding me in a vice-like grip. Then he began to slowly pull himself out of my throat and into my mouth until only the head was left inside my lips. Having tightened my lips, the foreskin was pulled forward on his retreat so that it was now fully over the head inside my mouth and there was that small tip of skin beyond the end. I pulled my tongue back and forced it into the opening and ran it around the sensitive head inside. He moaned again.
Waiting only a moment, he began to push forward, carefully riding across my tongue and past the back of my mouth until the head was again exposed and he was once again inside my throat. He repeated his motions, thrusting slowly at first, and then with greater speed and force, until he was fucking my face like the piston of an old steam engine.
My mind had stopped functioning. I could no longer think coherently. All I wanted - all my focus - was for him to shoot his load into my hungry mouth and throat! I was sucking, tonguing, swallowing! I was using every trick in my tool box to make that wonderful ramrod give up its treasure!
"Ohhhh, baby! That is good! You are gonna make me cummm, baby! You are gonna make me cummm!" I heard from above my head. "Yeah, baby! Ohhh, yeah! That is good!"
Suddenly I felt his grip on my head tighten and pull up as he raised up onto his toes. As he did this, he shoved that magnificent tool in to the hilt. Between the swollen head in my throat, and my face buried tight into his pubes, I couldn't breathe. All I could do was hold my breath and tighten all the muscles inside my cheeks, mouth, and throat and get ready!
"OOOOooohhhhhh, ssshhhhhhittttttt! Oooooohhh, yessssssss, babbbbe!!! It's cummmmin'! It's cummmin'! OOOoooohhhhh, ggggooooddddddd! OOOoohhh! Ooooooohhhh! Nnnnnngggggg! Nnngg! Oooohhh, yyyesssssss! .. There it is, baby! There it is!!!" . and he began to flood my throat with what felt like a quart of pure, heavy cream!
He shot twice before I was able to pull my head back and get the head out of my throat and into my mouth so I could enjoy his honey. And that's what it tasted like - honey. It was the sweetest cum I have ever had in my mouth. It was absolutely wonderful!
I swallowed again and again as four or five more buckets of man juice were dispensed onto my waiting tongue. Then he rocked back onto his heels and flattened down onto his feet, loosening his grip on my head. As I began to suck the last drops of his delicious baby batter from the slit hidden inside its hood of skin, I also began to run my tongue into and under the skin to rasp against the now highly sensitive head.
"Oooooohhhh, man! Are you good! That was one incredible blowjob! That was un-fucking-believable!"
I didn't reply except to bob my head as I finished draining my prize. Finally, it was finished! I lifted my head up and let his now softening fuck tool drop out of my lips. "I liked it too," I said softly. "I really, really liked it too," I continued as I began to stand up. "And I hope this is only the first of many more of these," I said just before I reached up and pulled his face to mine.
We stood there kissing at the foot of the bed. His shorts were still down around his legs and that marvelous piece of meat was just hanging there over the equally beautiful balls behind it. I could feel it as it rubbed against my still swollen cock inside my own shorts.
Reaching down and grabbing hold, he asked, "what about this? You need some taking care of."
"Don't worry about me this time. We've got to get out of here before my wife gets home. I'll have to take care of it myself later."
"Maybe you can get over to John's - or is it `my' - house later. I'd really like to help take care of it."
"We'll see. Now let's get you out of here."
Yes, I know this one was a bit short; but I just wanted to get it underway and try and to see where I want it to go. If you have any comments or suggestions, please feel free to write to me. I try to respond to all notes (except `flames' - which I extinguish). CNJShore9@aol.com