Three Doors Down -- Holy Fuck
Legal notes apply. This story is in British English.
It had been a few days since my weekend-long session with my new fuck-buddy neighbour. He was busy with work but we'd arranged to have another kinky day of sex the next Saturday.
My morning routine consists of a quick yoga session, shower, and making myself `fresh and ready' so to speak (eternally optimistic that I can live out the hot delivery guy fantasy -- as yet still missing a tick on my bucket list).
It's another cold day but at least it's dry, I'd been putting off going into the garden and getting it read for winter, but I pretty much choose my working hours so thought I'd make the most of the weather. Pulling on a hat, scarf, coat and the rest, I spent most of the morning raking leaves, chopping firewood and pruning a few troublesome trees. The sun was beating down despite the cold, and I was down to a sweaty T-shirt pretty quickly.
Mid-morning I heard the doorbell, but by the time I had ran inside, taking shoes off as I raced to the door, whoever it was had gone. It must have been the postman; they'd left a note to say they'd left a parcel I'd ordered at number 53, but then the daft prick must have lost sense and actually posted number 53's letters to my house (number 52 so kind of an easy mistake). I dropped Chris (he's a "modern" priest) at 53 a quick text asking to swap parcels, and went to finish in the garden.
Chris has had builders renovating the house, a full job, new kitchen extension and every room in the house replastered and completely unliveable. He had told me when they started that within his diocese there was a vicarage that was free not too far from where we live, so him and his family (wife and three kids) had been lucky enough to stay there during the construction work.
Lunch time I heard a text arrive on my phone, it was Chris.
"Sorry I to nip out, will be at home in half an hour to check on building progress, so feel free to come over around 1ish?"
That at least gave me time to finish what I was doing outside and at least wash the mud off my hands and face. No time for a proper shower but it would be a nip over and shake hands job, so I doubted he would have been close enough to smell me!
I changed into jeans and a white T-shirt before putting a coat on, and at 1pm sharp I grabbed the letter and crossed the road to number 53 to knock on the door.
Chris opened the door, casually leaning against the wall in the hallway and smiled,
"Hey, how're you getting on?" he said.
I'm standing there quickly thinking of something clever to say. The guy makes me wet just looking at him. He is in his early forties, dark, wavy hair, just long enough to tuck behind his ears, a few greys streaking through the front; smile lines around his green eyes; swimmer's build, with nice shoulders and a slim waist. He is probably around the same height as me, 5'10". Over summer he always likes to put on a show: this year he painted the fence around the front garden in a pair of jeans with no top on. He was showing off a nicely defined body, with just enough tone to make him irresistible, but not ripped enough to make him unobtainable. Today he had jeans and a black T-shirt that rode up slightly as he raised his arm to lean against the doorframe. I couldn't resist a quick look at that perfect V shape I knew was going to be there, and was rewarded with a tuft of pubes sticking out of the top of his boxers as well. I glanced up and saw his eyes were following mine, but thankfully he just smiled and waiting for me to say something.
"Good thanks, here's your letter. How is the building work going?" "It's going...! Come in and take a look." I hesitated, "Yeah sure, why not."
I followed him into the house, and I could see that the work was very nearly there. I followed him through to the kitchen which was complete.
"Wow, this is absolutely incredible!" And it was -- a huge kitchen island with a granite worktop, grey cabinetry, two ovens, and a massive ceiling lantern letting in the light.
"Ah thanks man, we're really pleased. Listen, I have a ready supply of beers in the fridge, I'm going to have one, you?" He said this with what I was sure was a glint in his eye, but I thought to myself, this is worth it just to save in my wank bank for later.
"Sure thanks, it's five o'clock somewhere I guess!"
He laughed, opened to bottles of beer and passed me one.
"Cheers," he tapped the top of his bottle to mine, and let it rest there a second too long, moving the neck of his beer down the side of mine before bringing it to his lips and holding eye contact as he took a sip.
I felt my dick tingle, definitely sensing the come on and looking for a way to progress further. I had a sip and then realised I had to piss, which I hoped wouldn't kill what was going on.
"Do you mind if I use your bathroom? I'll be two secs"
"Yeah no problem, down the hall, door on the left."
I quickly went to relieve myself, taking the opportunity to shove a finger up my arsehole, making sure I was clean and ready to do everything in my power to get this priest's fuckstick inside me.
I flushed, washed my hands and made my way back to the kitchen where I promptly stood in shock looking at what had happened whilst I'd been away. Chris was naked, save for a pair of trainers he'd slipped back on. His legs were parted and he had folded himself over the kitchen island so that his top half was resting on the countertop, face down, with his arse pointing at me. Between his round cheeks there was what looked like a decent sized butt plug, and as I watched, I saw him tighten his pussy around it, pulling it in and then relaxing gently. His cock was pointing down towards the floor, pushed against the side of the kitchen island, foreskin still rolled over the cock head and blob of precum forming at the piss slit.
"Chris...?" I said, giving him the opportunity to say something.
Silence. He just squeezed that delicious hole around his prize.
I took that as my cue. I walked over and slapped both arse cheeks, hearing him ever so slightly whimper. I stayed silent, putting a hand around the base of the plug and giving it a gentle pull, heard him draw in breath. I kept the tension on the plug, watching his arse lips hold onto it as I pulled a bit more. He panted as the flared base of the plug built up pressure from the inside of his ring. I kept pulling, but slowly, millimetre by millimetre, watching as his hands clawed at the granite worktop. Finally, I felt his ring give and the plug pop out. I finished pulling it out and placed it to one side on the worktop, standing back to admire the view; his perfectly light pink hole was gently open, probably half an inch gaping wide, a droplet of clear lube just dribbling over the rim and down his taint. Dark hair ran from his balls up his taint and around his hole, slicked down in contrast again the pale skin.
I used a finger to collect the precum that was left on the head of his cock; some of it had formed a small puddle on the floor underneath him. I left his foreskin covering the head for now, knowing that it would continue to fill with precum and be all the more delicious if I waited. I took the precum-soaked finger and gently placed it on the rim of his hole, pulling down slightly to test the resistance of this magnificent pussy. Rubbing my finger round the gaping hole, applying slight pressure against the ring as I went, I was looking to see if it would snap shut, or like a good slut he could leave it relaxed and open. I was pleased it was the latter, and made sure to compliment him,
"Your hole is perfect."
It was more a statement than anything, and he didn't respond, he just closed his pretty arse lips and then relaxed them again so that his hole stayed slightly open. Picking up my beer I took a sip, and then brought it to the top of his arse crack and let a small trickle run down. This got at least a gasp from him and a low moan. Some of the beer ran around his hole, down his taint, over his low-hanging ball sack and along the shaft, running off the tip and mixing with the precum. I bent down and slurped this perfect cocktail of beer and man juice.
"Thirsty pussy?" I asked, almost nonchalantly.
It was the first time he spoke, "Fuck yes, so thirsty. Please give my pussy a drink."
I am not sure I'd met anyone who had turned me on this much, but I thanked the gay gods that I had this fuck toy in front of me right now. I brought the neck of the half-empty bottle to the edge of his arse lips, and tilted it, allowing the liquid to flow inside him. It was a gentle flow, I mean, you wouldn't pour a pint too quickly so why would this man's twat be any different? His arse hole suddenly contracted and I could see his cock pulse -- this bitch was so fucking horny he couldn't control himself. The last of my beer ran over his hole instead of inside it and I put the bottle to one side.
"You made me spill my beer," I growled, and slapped his arse cheek, "don't you dare spill anymore."
With that I lowered onto my knees and placed my mouth around the head of his cock. Using my hand to pull back the foreskin, my tongue went mad, almost like I had never tasted anything this good (and frankly it was up there in my top ten). I could feel he had a long piss slit, and my tongue followed it, probing just slightly to get as much of that sweet juice as I could. I gently tightened my lips behind the ridge of his flared cock head and used my tongue to flick underneath it, eliciting a groan and a gratuitous blob of pre-cum into my desperate mouth.
Not wanting him to get overly excited, I slowly licked up the back of the shaft that was still pressed against the side of the kitchen island, over the soft, sweaty, full ball sack, and over his taint to my prize. My mouth encircled his wet pussy, and my tongue thrust forcefully at the opening. I felt him start to relax, and a squirt of beer filled my mouth. I know, what a fucking pig, but this gorgeous guy had a clean hole and I was so horny I'd leaked precum through not just my underwear, but right through my jeans.
I rubbed a hand up and down his back, letting him know he could open up. I gulped down the rest of the beer, not letting a drop escape my lips, and when it had finished my tongue entered him trying to find more. He was pushing back against my tongue, making low animalistic grunting noises. He was mumbling something, not quite coherently. I took my tongue out of his hole and stood up, slapping his arse cheeks again,
"Speak up, what did you just say?"
"Please just fuck me, please, I can't take it anymore," I whimpered, his voice hoarse with lust.
"Yes, sir!" I chuckled softly, and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down below my own hairy arse cheeks. I spat into his gaping twat and then lined up my throbbing cock above it, milking out a huge blob of precum into his hole. Without warning I popped the head of my cock straight in, feeling the lips of his incredible arse snap shut behind the ridge of my bell end, and the rewarding sound of him grunting with satisfaction. I slowly pulled the head of my dick out, and painted around his arsehole with my precum, spit and whatever lube he still had left from his butt plug beforehand. I wanted it slick so that I could piston fuck this bitch without wearing out his pussy.
I lined up my cock and rested the tip against his ring. Holding onto his hips I leaned over and whispered in his ear,
"Ready?" was all I had to say. I saw the hair stand up along his arms and on the back of his neck,
"Yes, please yes."
Still leaning over him I purposefully entered his hole, and with a constant speed pushed my way in until my balls rested against his taint. He gasped, his ring contracting nicely around the base of my shaft, pulling me into him.
I left my cock inside him for a good minute -- it was the only respite I was going to allow him anyway. As soon as I felt him start to relax underneath him, I pulled back, leaving just the tip of me inside of him. Holding onto his hips, I firmed up my grip, widened my stance slightly for balance, and began pile-driving the priest. My strokes were powerful, slamming my full length into him and then back out; banging him mercilessly into the kitchen island, and then steadying his hips so that I could keep him in place as I withdrew for the next round.
This guy was so fucking hot. He was relaxed underneath me, but his strong legs were keeping his arse high and in position. His arms were resting purposefully on the countertop, extended slightly above his head so that his body moved like one giant shock-absorber as I pistoned in and out of it. A white foam had started to form around his well-fucked hole, and I pulled out and shoved my tongue in for a beat, lapping up his juice before I went back into the savage fuck I was giving him.
Sweat was running down my face, my white T-Shirt was wet and sticky where it was brushing the top of my dick, and I could smell my own sweat as I worked harder. I felt Chris's hole give a big twitch, and then within seconds I felt his insides contract around my cock as I continued to slam into his pulsating hole. The guy was cumming like a train, but he was so immersed in the fuck that he stayed quiet, allowing the orgasm to wash over him as he dutifully continued to take me deep inside his arse, wanting more than anything to receive my seed. It was all too much for me,
"Uhhh fuck, fuck, fuuuck," I groaned as I my cock became even harder, my legs shaking and my breath becoming uneven. I pushed my cock as deep as it would go into, feeling him push back onto me, hungry for me to breed him. Moving my hands up to his shoulders, I pulled him as deep as I physically could onto my hairy cock, and unloaded a good ten good shots into his hungry, sloppy man cunt. I stayed in him for a good few minutes, my hands assertively pushing his sweaty back down against the kitchen island as my cock slowly softened. As I started to pull out his arse lips tightened, milking out the last of my jizz and keeping my massive load inside him.
I stepped back and he finally started to move, pushing himself up, a bit wobbly on his legs. He turned to me and with a cheeky grin said,
"Pass me that butt plug will you?"
I grabbed it off the side, wetted it with my mouth, and with a nod of my head got him to turn around. He grabbed his ankles and I popped the butt plug inside his puffed up arse lips, giving it a playful slap once inserted.
"Fuck man, are you happy now!?" I said with a laugh.
"I don't think I've ever been happier!" He replied as he eyed my slimy cock. Quickly he dropped his head, took me into his mouth and cleaned up the last of our sex.
"My turn next?" I asked him, hopeful that there would be another time.
"I saw you and Luke from down the round from my bedroom window the other day... It's most definitely your turn next. I have a feeling the three of us should get together to play hide the sausage, or two!" He said with a laugh and a wink.
I was slightly embarrassed I hadn't closed the curtains last weekend, but pleased if it meant Chris was joining what was turning out to be a road of gay fuckboys. I got dressed and leaned in to make out with him -- not in a romantic way, I just wanted to be polite and say goodbye. We aggressively kissed before he pushed me off,
"I haven't got time for round two today!" Laughing he placed his hands on my shoulders, turned me around and marched me to the front door.
"See you this weekend then?" I asked.
"If I can last that long!" He said, and with that I made my way back over the road, already boning up again at the thought of Saturday with these two studs.
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