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He's about my age, thirty plus or minus. All I can see is the upper half of his back, the lower half is under a sheet. I don't know his name, never met him. He's got to be of Mediterranean extraction, perhaps Italian or Greek, he has that beautiful natural tan tone to his skin (I'm Anglo-Saxon white; I don't tan, I burn.) He has well defined muscles, which are very tense right now. His back is flared with rippled lats. His triangular deltoids, biceps and triceps look pumped. His head is covered with curly black hair as are his arms and back, all the way to the sheet.
He's holding tightly on to a pillow and, from the arch in his back, dry humping another one. He's fiercely fucking that pillow. If this is a pillow fight, the pillow isn't going to win. With every pelvic thrust the sheet moves further down his ass.
The sheet is now down to mid-thigh, the curly fur covers his bubble butt and legs. His fucking is intense. A cunt, ass, or mouth under there would be destroyed. He finally rolls over. Holy fucking shit!! For a fleeting second, I see him naked, his hard cock, maybe six inches or a little more is ruddy red. He pumps it fiercely a few times, then a stream of thick white cum pours out of his cock on to his abs. He's not a squirter. He lays there, now relaxed, but muscles still defined. He plays with the large pool of cum on his belly, tastes it a couple of times, then cleans it up with a t-shirt I think. The light goes out. His front side was nicer than the back if that's possible. Curly black hair everywhere, well defined pecs and abs. He has a nicely trimmed beard, just a beautiful man.
I guess he's my new neighbor. We haven't met yet. I was watching through his bedroom window. I wasn't spying on him, well I was; but I was out with my dog, she needs to go out twice a night, bladder problem. The previous owners never used this room for anything but storage. They didn't do any upkeep on the outside for years; I assume the inside was even worse. I guess he knew what he got himself in for.
But I'm way ahead of myself.
"Welcome to Hamilton Township" that's what the ridiculously expensive sign says as you enter my subdivision. I know it was expensive because my neighborhood dues took a fat hit to put it up. Somebody scraped a little off that on the top, but what's done is done, and it looks very nice. There are fifty homes is here, very nice, but cookie cutter. Each is on a half-acre or more.
The homes are cookie cutter because they all look alike, but inside are little different. Some have the master bedroom suite on the second floor, like mine. Others have it on the ground floor, like both my neighbors. The ground floor is a "ground" floor, because four feet of it is underground. The windows are about 10 inches above dirt level. Most homes were built with a gravel or crushed marble border around at least the subterranean part of the house. Keeps dirt from splashing on the windows. Some people have replaced the gravel with mulch or lawn, neither a good idea. You're not here for a lesson in "House and Garden." Sorry, I get chatty sometimes.
I inherited this home, lock, stock and barrel when my dad died. I'm Charles Goodman, by the way, Chuck. I live here with Ginger. No, Ginger isn't Mrs. Goodman, she's my fifty-pound golden Labrador retriever mix who's a bundle of muscle and love. She came with the house but I've known her since she was a puppy.
I just got back from a week-long business trip. Ginger is going crazy in the back seat. I just picked her up at the kennel. When I got home there was a large and very full dumpster next door, and a Miata convertible parked in front with the license "Marco9." I don't know what the nine means, but I know it's not his cock.
I took Ginger out to the yard. The new neighbor was back there.
"Wow! Did you do this? Looks great!" His yard had been completely redone. He had installed a small patio with an umbrellaed picnic table and a gas grill. I guess the lawn was the same, but you wouldn't know it. The trashy overgrowth was gone and there were all new plantings.
"No, I didn't do it," he said, "but I paid a pretty penny to have it done."
"I'm Chuck Goodman." I said extending my hand.
"Mark Blasi," he said taking my hand.
"Marco9?"
"Yeah, but I prefer Mark. I think I was named after the Campanile in Venice, Italy. My middle name is Leone, lion. Marco Leone Blasi."
"Is there a Mrs. Blasi ?" like I was pretty sure there wasn't
"Yes ," he said, "but she lives with my dad in Venice."
"Good one," I said, bumping fists.
"Is there a Ms. Goodman?"
"Not than I know of, it's just me and Ginger here." Ginger was standing with her paws on the fence and Mark was petting her.
"These are a lot of house for one man."
"I know," said Mark, "but I got it on a bank foreclosure at a sweet price. If you think the yard was bad, the inside was worse. I may decide to share it with someone someday, but right now it's just me."
"Just got back from a business trip and got to take care of things, including a lot of paper work and email, but Ginger will love on you forever. Later, Mark"
I woke up to a sloppy wet facial and French kiss. Happens twice a night. I pulled on the briefs I dropped by the side of the bed and took Ginger out. With Mark next door, these nightly excursions might be a lot more interesting than they used to be. Never saw anything on Mark's side, and the other neighbors, middle aged, fucked under the blankets a lot, at least he did. (The Rebers were neighbors only by geography, never met them, and only know their name because of misdelivered mail.) There was no affection in the sex. She cried while he did it. It was quick, then he just rolled off her and went to sleep. I never really watched, but I was out there. The window had blinds, but the way they were set where I could see; wish I couldn't.
I let Ginger run and walked around the house. Mark was in bed watching TV. In the blue light he was laying on his back. He was naked except for a pair of tight black bikini briefs. Not the sex I saw before, but still very nice, that beautiful curly haired Italian body. His left hand was playing with the hair on his hard belly; his right hand was in his crotch. Not enough light to see if he was doing anything. He wasn't jerking but I'm pretty sure he was making his balls happy.
Ginger took off. There was critter in the yard, a rabbit or a squirrel, I couldn't see but she could. It and Ginger kept slamming into the fence until it got out, I hope, or she killed it.
Mark got up, I moved around to the back of my house. His porch light came on.
"Is anyone out there," I heard him say.
"Just me and Ginger, Mark." He came over to the fence, he had on a pair of shorts, and Ginger was all over him.
"Sorry about the noise. There was something in the yard and it and Ginger kept crashing into the fence chasing it . hope we didn't wake you. Sorry about the undies."
"Wasn't asleep yet, watching some TV. Undies, no problem, your yard, you could be naked, I wouldn't care. I'm going back in. Good night, Chuck."
I wouldn't bother with the undies again. Mark went back to his bedroom. He took off the shorts and the briefs at the same time and flopped in bed. Damn, he was a beautiful man. Things were a little more animated. He was playing with his nipples and stroking his cock. Once it got hard and fat he turned off the TV. Shit! I've got to get some infrared goggles I said to myself as I massaged my boner in my briefs.
I got home from work and Ginger wasn't waiting at the gate, I was a bit concerned. I went into the yard and quickly learned why, there was a man I'd never seen in Mark's yard petting Ginger.
"You must be Chuck," he said, "Mark told me to keep an eye out for you. I'm Jerry, Jerry Crosby."
He went on, "Mark and I have been friends since high school. Whenever I'm in Alabama, used to be Dothan, now Mobile, I visit. Mark's at the store, but he wanted me to invite you over for dinner, he's cooking out, and he's pretty good at it."
"What time?
"Sevenish," he said.
"Works for me."
Jerry is ruggedly handsome, not as burly as Mark, but just as fit. He's a ruddy red head, more brown than orange, He was wearing a tank top which showed a bit of chest hair and Bermudas, I laid those out for me. I took a shower and dressed. I went commando, I don't know why.
Near seven, I looked out my window, Mark and Jerry were sitting at the picnic table drinking beer.
I had a fresh bowl of potato salad, it's a pig out food for me, when I make it, I make a lot. I packed up some and headed out.
We had a great evening, more socializing than I've done in a long time.
Ginger woke me around 11:30. I've begun looking forward to this.
Mark was laying on his bed, naked again. I melted looking at that man. Then Jerry walked in, just as naked. He kissed Mark, then really kissed him, then straddled him and both men played with each other, and kept kissing. Then things got serious. Jerry rolled Marks legs up and sucked on his love button and tongue fucked him for a long time. Mark was obviously enjoying himself. His eyes were closed, his head rolled back, and he was pinching the shit out of his nipples. Then Jerry positioned himself to fuck Mark. Jerry's cock was longer than Mark's but not as thick. Mark took it all without any more lube than Jerry's spit. That cock and hole had been friends for a long time, probably since high school. Jerry would take shallow thrusts, finding Mark's love nut (prostate). We could all tell when he did. He would alternate between shallow gentle thrusts and hard deep ones. On the deep ones, Mark would raise his hips to accept them.
Both men were happy, then Jerry pulled out, raging hard, but he didn't cum as I could tell. Then Jerry straddled Mark in a flip fuck and sat on his hard cock, no lube. He rode Mark cowboy, while both men played with each other's nipples, and Mark jerked Jerry's cock.
This wasn't just a fuck, it was a gay sexual ballet, and I had a front row seat.
"Now," said Mark. Jerry stood up, grabbed both cocks and they came together. Mark creamed again, but Jerry squirted on Marks chest and belly. The men talked while Jerry played in their baby juice, but I couldn't hear them. Mark had a huge smile on his face; couldn't see Jerry's.
Jerry fed some cum to Mark, and then himself, then off and on. Then Jerry got up cleaned it all off Mark's belly with his mouth and then shared it in a long deep kiss.
I had my boner in my hand, but I forgot I was jacking off.
The Rebers, there hadn't been a light on in there in weeks?
I came home to see a van outside labelled two men and a truck. There was a big burly blonde outside. "Is someone moving in," I asked.
"Yeah, me. I'm Chace Hartman," he said extending a hand. I grabbed it said, "Charles Goodman, Chuck. welcome to the neighborhood. I didn't know this property was for sale."
"It wasn't, it was in receivership by the court, an ugly divorce. I got the house for a nice price, but I also got everything in it, t-spoons to bath towels.
"Sweet," I said.
"I'm a little busy, Chuck, but I want to get to know you better,"
"Me too."
Ginger woke me up as usual. I didn't know if I wanted to see what was going on with Mark or Chase. Mark was actually asleep, or at least his room was dark. Chase's room was lit. He was naked. Damn! He is a hunk, better built than Mark, but hairless. His cock is as long as Jerry's but at least as thick as Mark's. He's getting a blow job from a woman. Don't give a shit about her, but he does. He's happy. Not that I'm watching or anything, but she gets up and rides him cowboy. A man enjoying sex is a man enjoying sex, gay or not. I could tell when he came. He got up, grabbed his wallet, and paid her a few bills. No kiss, just a good bye, and she let herself out. Chase had knocked the venetian blind loose while getting up, I ducked back.
Sloppy kiss the next night. What is going to be going on downstairs? Both Mark's and Chace's lights are on. Mark is naked and playing with himself, nice but nothing serious. Chase however is banging the shit out of a happy hole. The broken blind in gone so I can see it all. Not exactly like last night, this hole belongs to a very hairy man. Chase is humping like he's trying to hurt the guy, but the man seems to love it. Chase has sweat running down his body. Chase pulls out and shoots seven heavy ropes of cum across the man's chest. That was all he needed. The guy shoots his own load onto his belly. Chase collapses on top of him, can't even see him anymore. They seem to fall asleep like that.
Second trip out, Chase is still on top of the other guy, asleep; nice firm ass. Mark's light is on low. He's laying asleep on his belly, I can tell by his breathing. He is a beautiful furry bear, I play with my noodle for a while watching him until Ginger's ready to go in.
I get a call at work, "Chuck, this is Jerry." I had never given him my number, Mark must have. I'm staying with Mark tonight, he wants to have you over for a cookout. "Sounds great, I'll bring tater salad."
"Bring a lot," said Jerry, "that stuff is good!"
"Got enough for one more, I've got a new neighbor."
"Bring him along," said Jerry, "Mark doesn't believe in having too many friends."
I called Chase to invite him. "Sounds great, I'm not completely moved in yet, the inside needed some serious housekeeping. What should I wear?"
"They wouldn't care if you came naked." I didn't let on that they probably would prefer it!
"Totally casual, whatever is comfortable. I'm wearing shorts and a T, and going barefoot."
"Gottcha! What time?
"Six thirty, Seven."
"I'll be ready."
I handed the potato salad over the fence to Jerry and then went to get Chase. He came out carrying two six packs of a Belgian beer whose name I couldn't' read or pronounce, but I barely noticed. He was wearing cut-off sweat pants that stretched around his thighs and barely concealed his junk between them, and a red muscle shirt that said "Just shut up and do me!" There was nothing in those pants but Chase. He couldn't be more lusty if he were naked. I didn't go commando or Chase would have noticed my appreciation.
"Why don't you give me those. You haven't met Ginger yet, and you're about to get raped (if Ginger didn't do it, I would.) I let chase into the yard and ginger was all over him. He was enjoying himself or I would have stopped her. I gave Jerry the beer.
We went over to Mark's yard.
"Jerry, hello!"
"You guys know each other," I asked.
I found out that Jerry was an agent specializing in distressed real estate, unmarketable for one reason or another. He had brokered both Mark's and Chase's properties.
It was a great evening. Mark had made each of us a slab of Carolina back ribs (vinegar based sauce), corn on the cob with lime and cayenne, (tangy like the ribs) my salad and a tossed salad. It was a lot of food but we ate it all. We worked our way through Chase's beer then kept going. By nine-thirty Mark's moon lighting came on, subtle, even romantic, but comfortable.
Chase got up and said, "I'll be back. Moments later he came back carrying what looked like a violin case and a guitar case. He took off his shirt, and the sweat on his beautiful body glistened in the artificial light. It was a warm humid night.
He took out the violin and I gritted my teeth. I don't like violin music, it sounds to me like sawing on stale bread. He played it beautifully, he did two or three classical numbers then finished with "When the Gypsy made the violin cry." I did, and we all stood and clapped. Then he started in on, "When the Devil came out in Georgia." This was concert quality, and we were all right here.
He put the violin away, then got out an acoustic guitar. He sang a few ballads. His singing voice was a beautiful baritone, a bit lower than his speaking voice. He finished up with "American Pie'" The whole damn thing! Then went into some finger picking and strumming that made that guitar sound like you wouldn't believe.
It was after eleven. At least Ginger would only to have to go out once tonight. The party broke up, we all hugged, didn't expect that but was more than willing. I walked Chase home.
On the way I said, "Your music is beautiful, do you play professionally?
"My music is a very private pleasure, I almost never share it, but tonight it seemed like the right thing to do."
"We will never forget it," I answered, "ever."
Chase put the instruments on his porch, turned, hugged me close and kissed me on the lips.
"What was that for?"
"Because we both wanted to, and you are a dear neighbor and new friend." I kissed him back and hugged him.
Boy is this a night to remember, I thought as ginger cuddled up to me and we fell asleep.
Next night, sloppy kiss.
Took Ginger out. Chase's room was dark, but Mark's was lit. I expected that Jerry would be in soon, but no, it was Chase!
I watched for a while, then a voice came out of the dark, it was Jerry.
"Chuck, we all know you watch, and we all like it, but you don't just have to watch."
"Come on in with us."
"I'm naked, "I said.
"We all are, including me. Ginger will be fine; she can see you."
I wasn't sure, but I went out the gate. Jerry hugged me, kissed me deeply, and had his hands all over me. He toyed with my body, ending up with my cock in his mouth.
"What do you hunks want with me?"
"We all do, does it make any difference?"
I followed Jerry into the house and down to Mark's bedroom. Chase got up, hugged me and gave me a deep kiss, I still didn't know why.
"I'm here, what next."
Mark said, "There are three men here who want to know you a lot better, you can have any or all of us."
"No offense, guys, but Mark's got something you don't and I've wanted to bury myself in his fur ever since I saw him naked on his bed. I intend to get to know you both a lot better, I promise, but, Mark's first."
They both kissed me, then Jerry said, "I'm next!"
"Don't count on it, little man!" Chase said.
"I'll fight you for him!" "Thought you'd never ask," said Chase.
Things got busy on the other side of Mark's king size bed but I was busy. I gave him a deep kiss while playing in his fur. Then tried to emulate what I saw through the window. I grabbed batches of fur with my lips and tugged on them. Started on his chest and then went deep down his belly. "Come back up here chuck, these babies need a little discipline. He meant his nipples, but they weren't babies. I started to suck on them, jumping back and forth. "Harder," he said, forcing my face into his pecs. I tried.
"Dammit Chuck, bite them,"
I don't want to hurt you, Mark."
"I think that's what I just asked for. Chew them off if you have to and spit them out. I can take a lot more than you're willing to dish out."
I took the challenge and sank my teeth into his nipples and chewed ravenously like Ginger on a bone. The only thing I didn't do was whip my head from side to side, that would likely have ripped one off. Mark was in hell or heaven, I don't know which. Whatever Jerry and Chase were doing stopped, they just watched, I think. I picked my head up. There were deep teeth marks in his chest and blood on my lower lip. He asked; I didn't think I could do it.
He grabbed my head, forced me in a very willing very deep intense kiss. "That was so good, Chuck. I'm going to feel that for days, but don't go too far away."
"Fuck me, Chuck."
"You sure."
"Just fucking do it, you're ready."
"Got lube and condom?"
"Don't need the condom, not a risk; and the lube, never use it. Chase is big, but fucks me dry; I've had bigger. Yes, it hurts (like I don't like hurt) but when the pain ebbs it all feels so good.
I rolled his ass up and began to rim him. Never ever did this to an ass this furry. He must have just showered; no way toilet paper could get all the shit off this fur. He smelled and tasted clean. I tongue fucked him until his hair was soaked then stuck two fingers in his ass.
"Stop fucking around, Chuck, stick that damn thing in there!"
I spit on my hand, rubbed my fat cock and then stuck all six inches into him all at once, one thrust. Mark gritted his teeth but smiled. I started to fuck him.
" Use that damn thing, Chuck, fuck the daylights out of me!"
I tried to do to him what he had done to that pillow I first saw him fuck, but I couldn't. I tried, but it was just too much, and not exactly fun. Not sure I'll fuck him again, Jerry and Chase can have this hole, I'll be happy to watch.
I hammered his cock hard while I fucked him, he looked totally happy. He creamed a thick pile of white cum on his belly, that threw me over the top, I shot a load up his chest, six good squirts, then a couple of dribbles. I rolled off him and ended up next to Chase, the four of us laying next to each other. I was the only one not covered in cum; not for long.
Chase put his hand on Mark's belly and smeared the man juice all over my face. Cum in the mouth, fine, in the eyes not so good at all.
Before long, the four of us were like babies smearing each other with shit, but it was cum. We were all covered with all four of our stuff, face body, hair. I'd never played like that, it really was messy fun.
When Mark renovated, he put in a large multiheaded shower, so we all could get in together. It was fun. We soaped and shampooed each other and we all popped semi's with the help of somebody else.
"I've got to get home, guys. Ginger will wake me up again in three hours."
"We all kissed and hugged, Mark kissed my cock and balls sweetly, never had that done before. For the intense sexual animal he was, he could be very gentle."
"I'll come with you," said Chase.
"Got clothes, or at least undies?" Chase shook his head, no.
"Then we better sneak around the back. Ginger knows better than to hurt me, but I don't want you to risk your pretty baby boys."
We got to Chase's porch.
"Will you sleep with me tonight, Chuck?"
"More sex?"
"No, just cuddle and sleep. Maybe sex again in the morning, maybe not."
"Why, Chase?
He grabbed my head and kissed me deeply. "There's something about you, Charles Goodman, that grabs me deeply. We need some intimate time together so I can figure out what it is. We can leave the light on, Ginger can see you and should be alright.
We crawled into Chase's bed, hugged and kissed. I laid my head on his shoulder and we fell asleep. Just before I fell asleep, I was thinking how much the neighborhood had changed for the better. My last thoughts before dozing off, "Thank you, Daddy!"
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