WARNING! This story contains graphic depictions of sexual activity between men. If you are offended by such material, read no further. Also, if you are under legal age, in a state or community where such material is prohibited by law, or there is any other reason you shouldn't be reading this.. Don't!
This is my first attempt at writing one of these stories. Afer having read a number of them from the Nifty Archives, I decided to try my talents at becoming more active in the world of fantasy, and, believe me, it is really quite exciting to see your `innermost secrets' on the printed page.
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Just Being Neighborly - Part 2
In case you haven't read Chapter 1, I'm Peter and I'm in my early 50's. I'm married and my children have all `left the nest' as they say. I'm bi (really lean much more toward the gay), but decided many years ago to do the marriage and family thing and really want to keep it that way. So I just play when I can. A couple years ago a gorgeous young hunk named Chuck moved into a house across the street from mine. He's about 34, 6'2", obviously well-endowed, and makes my mouth water every time I see him. I had never seen him bring any girls home, so I was thinking (or maybe hoping) that he might be gay. Earlier today that fact was proved beyond any shadow of a doubt when I walked into his house into a veritable smorgasbord of young male flesh, and, after making it clear that I wasn't going to run out and report what was going on, joined in the festivities. So, the stories continue..
For the next few hours after my trip' across the street, my mind was not functioning at all. All I could think about was what must be going on over in Chuck's kitchen and bedroom and wherever. I would have loved to see the show of those four hot, young bodies in an afternoon of fuck-fest. Since I had already tried (or been tried by) Chuck and Rick, I knew how good they both were. And from what I had seen of Andy and the other fellow, they were certainly not slackers! My imagination was running riot! Luckily my wife was watching a movie on tv, so she wasn't talking much, and I didn't have to use many brain cells to answer whatever she asked. I was definitely doing all my thinking right then with the small head' -- wishing to hell that I was back across the street!
True to his word, Chuck showed up about 5:30 to help with the piano. Although it was pretty cold outside, he had just run across in nothing but a tee-shirt (and levis and sneakers, of course!). I went to the door and let him in. As he came into the house, I had to really work to keep from reaching out and touching someone.
My wife called out from the back of the house: "Is that Chuck?" I answered, "Yes, it is. Now we can get this damned piano moved!" By that time she had come around from the kitchen and looked in. I could see her looking at Chuck - probably wishing she was 15 years younger. .if she only knew!!!
"Here," I said, "we've got to move it around the corner there into the dining room. The biggest problem is making sure the front legs are up so they don't drag and get snapped off. You ready? You take this end so you are walking forward. I'll take the far end and back around. Sound like a plan?"
"Sure does. On `three' we'll lift and shuffle. Okay?"
"Let's go. .two, three" and we raised the piano clear of the carpet. As he lifted, the muscles in his arms and under his tee-shirt contracted and I almost dropped my end of the piano. Thank heavens my back was to my wife, because there was no way she would have missed the way my eyes opened and my tongue nearly dropped onto the piano top. I don't think he missed it though. But he didn't show anything openly - just sort of the trace of smile. I really wasn't sure. All I could see was a set of hard, cut pecs that were driving two absolutely delicious looking nips almost through the fabric of his shirt. "Calm down, boy" I thought, "you keep this up and you'll never make it around the corner."
This was actually the first time that Chuck had ever been inside our house. Come to think of it, I'd never been inside his before today either. In the past we've talked over in his yard, in the street, in the next door neighbor's driveway, in mine, etc., but he had never come inside until now. Of course, this was an opportunity that my wife could not pass up. She had to give him the "25-cent tour" and insist that he sit down long enough for something to drink and piece of the cake she had made earlier that afternoon. As he followed her on the tour, I couldn't take my eyes off those twin melons that were fighting their way to break through the pockets of his jeans, and kept thinking about how well they had hammered that hot piston in the front deep between my own eager buns.
When they finished "the tour", Chuck and my wife came back into the family/tv room and sat down on the sofa. She then asked me to pour some soda and cut the cake ".and bring Chuck a nice slice. after all, he doesn't get many home- cooked treats, being a bachelor, and all that.." All I could think of was how I had a treat I'd like to give him - and vice versa.
We sat and ate the cake and chatted. I have no memory whatsoever of what we talked about - but that's really not that unusual for me. I spent most of the time checking out the really nice basket below his belt buckle. I already knew what was in there. So it was just that much more to think about - was I going to be twice-lucky today? Are we going to figure out a way for me to get back into there again? That's when I finally started to register with the conversation, as I heard him say: ".that's why I need some help myself." Hot damn! He's starting to set it up!!! "There are a number of boxes that have just been sitting there for the past two years, and I just haven't had the urge to take care of them. But since I'm already in a `get- something-done' mood, maybe Pete could come over - after you eat - and give me hand for a couple hours. Think you could, Pete?"
"No problem" my wife replied. "We're not planning to eat right now anyway, and we don't want you to lose that mood. why don't the two of you just go on back over right now and give it a go. I'm waiting for my cousin to call and I'll end up being on the phone for an hour or more. now's as good a time as there is. Go on."
I had to keep from grabbing Chuck by the back of his collar and dragging him across at a dead run!! There is no way that this kind of luck can hold out much longer, so we better get a move on!
Chuck, however, slowly got up off the sofa, turned to my wife, thanked her for the cake, told her how beautiful a job she has done decorating the house, and invited her to come over some evening - when he had had a chance to sort of clean up the "old bachelor pad" -- "you know what a mess it can turn into." The small talk only lasted about a minute or two, but it seemed to me that they would never shut up and we wouldn't get out the door before she changed her mind and decided there was something I needed to do at home.
Finally, all the pleasantries were finished, and we made it out the door and across the street. As he closed his back door behind us, he reached out to grab my shoulders and said, "Whew!! I thought we'd never get back here!!" and then pulled me to him and planted those to-die-for lips against mine. For the second time in the same day, my knees went weak as spaghetti, and someone had to hold me to keep me from falling down. I could smell the odors from all the mansex that had been in the room earlier today, and I could smell his own musky, readiness through the scent of fresh soap and shampoo. I grabbed him around the chest and pulled him tight to me.
As he sent me further into heaven with his hot tongue battling mine for space in my own mouth, he reached down and slipped his fingers under the knit waistband of my pull-over and started to raise it up my chest. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull the shirt past my face and over my head -with my arms now high in the air - gave it a quick jerk to get it clear and threw it across the kitchen into the hall doorway. In another couple of seconds, my tee-shirt was there too. As I reached down to grab his tee-shirt just above the top of his jeans, he began to walk me backwards towards the hall, his mouth again working its magic on my own. Since he was several inches taller than I, I could feel his excitement through the denim, pressed against me right at the navel. I struggled to pull the bottom of his tee-shirt out of the jeans so I could get my hands onto that delightfully masculine chest.
I finally got it free and pushed it up under his arms so that my fingers could move around to grip his back. I broke the kiss this time so I could push my face into the tight curls on his chest between those wonderful pecs. It didn't stay in that neutral ground for long. I slowly turned my face toward my right and my lips caressed his left nipple as it went past.only to move back and plant themselves over the short, but hard, bump it presented. My teeth and tongue played their game and I felt the first shiver pass over his body and heard a slight moan. I couldn't contain my own sounds any more. "Oh, god" I muttered, the sound bubbling out between my lips and his nipple. "Oh, god.. Mmmmmmmmm.. OOOooooohhhhh.."
My hands had now moved down his back and inserted themselves under the back of his waistband. I shoved them down and pulled him tighter against me. I felt as his love muscle responded with a quick jerk and throb against my middle. I couldn't wait any longer. I slid my hands out and around and went to work on his belt buckle. It only took a second and then it was open and I could get to that top button on his jeans. Only a little more work there, and then the zipper was down, and the top of the jeans were now down by his knees. He had on boxers, but they weren't doing much to conceal anything. That shiny grey-pink head, wrapped about half-way with the turtle-neck of his foreskin, was outside the fly and pointing right up to me.
It was just too inviting. I have never wanted so much to get a cock like that into my mouth!!! I bent my knees and leaned my face forward, and felt his heat as it passed my lips and rubbed its underside against my tongue. I pushed my face onto it until my nose was buried in the tightly- curled patch of his pubic hairs. "Holy shit" I thought, "it's all the way down and I again didn't gag or even cough. I guess when you really, really want something." I swear, if I could have, I would have pushed another 8 inches down my greedy throat. I reached down with my right hand, grabbed hold of those treasure globes hanging under my chin. They hung loosely enough that I was able to pull them up to rub them against my cheek. If I could, I would have shoved them into my mouth as well, but as big as they were and as big as what was already in there, there just wasn't any room left. I started to move my mouth up and down the shaft, humming softly with an "mmmmmmmmmmmm" as I did so, and stopping briefly as I reached the top to swirl my tongue around the head and then drive it under the foreskin to that oh-so-sensitive spot under the edge where they came together. Then back down the shaft I went, trying again to get every last millimeter into my mouth and down my throat.
It only took about 30 seconds of this and Chuck said: "Whoa, fella.. Let's make this last at least a minute! Come on!" and he lead the way through the hall and into a bedroom with a king-sized bed in it. The bed was not fully made; it only had a fitted sheet on it - and about 5 pillows. Reading my mind, he said: "No, this one is clean. we used the other room earlier. It's still a bit of a mess in there." I couldn't resist it as I thought about what must have gone on in there, and said: "Then let's go there. Wouldn't want you to have no place to sleep tonight. Besides.." I didn't finish the thought out loud, but in my mind I was hoping that there might be some `bonuses' in that other bed.
"Okay," he said. "That's fine with me. You'll just have to be careful where you put your head."
"It's where you put your head that I'm most interested in.. and you know which head I'm talking about." We moved back up the hall to the next doorway and I inhaled the distinct smell of fresh cum and man sweat coming from the room. "This must have been the place" I said as I loosened my own belt, dropped my slacks and boxers, stepped out of my shoes, and reached to pull off my socks. Somewhere along the line Chuck had managed to step out of his own jeans and boxers, and was using his toes to pull his socks off.
He reached forward toward me and gently pushed me backwards against the edge of the bed. I sat, and then lay back with my feet still on the floor. He grabbed both my ankles in his hands and with a dual motion pulled my socks off and tossed them over his shoulders back out the door toward my shirts. He then took hold of my feet and pushed them so that my knees bent and were moved back to stop just above my own shoulders. There he was, again standing there between my legs with his `magic wand' standing out but pointing slightly downward. There was no doubt as to what his target was now.
I turned my head to the left and looked along the top of the bed next to me, and saw just what I was looking for. There was the shallow puddle glinting in the last rays of sunlight coming through the closed blinds pulled down over the window. I reached across my chest with my right hand and scooped up what I could. I don't know who's it was, but the previous owner sure could make it in quantity! Was it Andy's, or that other guy's, or even Chuck's own? I didn't care. I just knew it made great lube and even added to the excitement I was feeling, so I stuck my hand between my legs and rubbed the slick juice over my waiting ass hole.
As I did this, I also was inching my way farther onto the bed and he had bent his knees and knelt on the bed between my legs.
He let go of my left foot and I quickly grabbed it myself and held it back in place. He reached down and grabbed hold of himself, and slowly pulled back on the skin, allowing the helmet head to peek out and show the first of its own shiny droplets forming in the slit on the end. The whole head shown like it had its very own light-source and would be able to find its way to extra pleasures inside the dark tunnel waiting for it. He pressed forward and rubbed that head against me, starting at the underside of my balls, and slowly moving down that strip of skin toward my puckering rose bud. When it touched the portal, I automatically lifted my hips to set the way, but he stopped and rubbed back up to where it had just been. Twice more he made his teasing gesture between my balls and my man pussy. Then he squeezed down on his shaft, pushing the skin forward over the head. As it started to close over the end, I could see a sizeable quantity of pre-cum inside the puckered lips of the foreskin. He pulled it back once more and it spread the shiny juices over the head. Then he pushed it back against my love-starved hole and I felt the pressure as he tried to enter me.
"Wow. It's only been a couple hours, but you've really tightened back up. Let me know if it starts to hurt. I'll try not to."
"Don't worry. I'll let you know.. Just get that thing in there!!! I wanna be fucked by you!!! Please. I want it slow, deep, and then just as wet as you can make it. I want to feel all your hot juice in there!!"
He moved the end of it around to gather up some of his own pre-cum together with the juice from the bed and then put it back in place and pushed again. This time I could feel the muscle at the outside being stretched. Again there was that slight pain, but I knew what pleasure and ecstacy lay on the other side, so I said nothing. I just raised my ass a little more and tried to will it open. It must have worked, because a second later, I knew that unmistakable feeling when the wider bottom of the head has passed the entrance.
"This time" I said, "make it slow and make it last".
"Okay. But you didn't have to say anything. That is the best and tightest ass I've had in so long. You can be damned sure I'm going to work on it for a long, long time." Slowly he pressed his hips forward and I felt him going deeper into me. Then he stopped and backed out until only the head was in. Then forward again. This time another inch or so deeper. Then back out. Then back deeper. By the time he had all 8 inches in there, I was more than primed.
His chest was now holding my legs back and he let go of my right foot and leaned further forward with his hands on the bed on each side of my shoulders. I let go of my left foot and with both hands reached up to pull him closer to me. I managed to get my hands behind his head and pulled his face and lips to mine. Here I was again. with his tongue filling and exploring my mouth while his ravaging cock was making its way slowly in and out between my buns. Oh god did that feel good! I wanted him. I wanted every ounce of him! My hands were running wildly up and down his back. As they reached bottom, nearest his wonderful butt, pile-driving his pole deep into my most sensitive spot, I gripped and tried to pull him further into me.
Then I moved my legs out so I could pull them up along his sides and hold onto him with my knees and ankles and with a quick move, I rolled so that he was on his back and I was now sitting astride his groin. Sure enough, in that position, I got another half inch or so. just enough that now I could feel it as the head of his piston-like manhood pressed against my prostate and sent electric shocks down my spine and legs. Slowly I began to rock.
There is no way to describe how wonderful it felt! It must have been good for him too, because he closed his eyes tightly and suddenly blurted: "Oh my god! That's incredible! Rock that tight ass! It's like a thousand fingers on one hand working my cock. Holy shit! Oh god, that's good! OOOOOooooohhh! FUCK!!! Slow down.. You're gonna make me cum. You're gonna. Oh shit!!! Oh shit!! Oh FUCK!!! Oh my god. it's gonna cum!!! It's gonna cum!!! OOOOOOOOooooooooohhhhh! OOOOOhhhhhhh! OOOOOoooooooohhhh!!! IT'S CUMMIN'. IT'S CUMMIN'... "
Suddenly his hips rose up off the bed like having a wild brahma bull under me. Only this one had a saddle horn up my butt and I was going to ride it all the way!!! This was TOO GOOD. I was not going to lose one second of it. As his hips started to fall back, I leaned forward slightly to allow him to slide partially out of me, then quickly pushed back just as he reached bottom so that I re-impaled myself to the hilt. He rose again and again I let him out and then slammed myself back over him. I knew at that point that neither one of us was going to last much longer. I started to work every muscle in my love chute that I could move. They all gripped him like there was going to be no tomorrow each time that I sat fully down, releasing only slightly as I leaned forward to allow him out.
That did it - for us both. He heaved upward once more time, nearly propelling me into the ceiling, and I heard him: "AAAaaaahhhh! Unnnggghhhh! Uuunnnngggg! Uuunnnnnggg!!!" as I felt his overtaxed organ swell and jump and then hot spunk shooting into me. I leaned back this time just as he reached the peak of both his upward movement and his wild orgasm, grabbed my own twitching cock, and proceeded to launch the biggest, longest rope of cum I have ever seen come out of me (or anyone else that I can remember). It shot first all the way over the side of the bed behind Chuck's head, then lay a stripe down his forehead, right between his eyes, down his nose and across his lips and chin. The second one didn't go quite so far, only starting just above his hairline and doubling the stripe from there down to his chin. By this time, Chuck's hips had somehow found their way back down to the bed and he was rocking under me as he sent another volley into my hungry receptacle. My third shot hit just under his nose and added more to that lying across his lips and ended up with a couple more `bullets' to the curly hair of his chest.
As I settled down to rest on his thighs, his probing staff still deep inside me, he opened his eyes slightly, looking at me through the slits. His tongue came out through his lips, harvested some of the gift I had left there, and disappeared quickly back inside. Then a smile broke the serious look on his face. I just did what I felt was natural. I leaned forward, put my lips to his, feeling the now slightly cold wetness of my own cum and opened my lips to allow his tongue entry. He rewarded me immediately as he sent his tongue across, carrying with it some of his earlier `harvest'. I opened my lips a little wider so that my own tongue could gather some of what he had left on his lips, and feasted on the bitter-sweet taste of myself. I raised up slightly, separating our lips, so I could say: "I wish I didn't love getting fucked by you so much. I would really love to have you shoot a quart of your hot jizm into my mouth so I can taste it and drink it down. I bet it's as sweet as honey."
"Yeah. and I don't know if I can get that hot and resist going after more of that butt. It's just too damned good to miss. But if you want to try, just let me know."
"Well, it obviously won't be tonight. I think we're both a bit beyond another go at it after this and after this afternoon. I have to get back across the street before too much longer, or we're liable to hear a knock on the door, and I really don't want `someone' coming in here and stopping this before we've even gotten a good start. Remember, I want some more of this." With that I moved my butt around with what I figured to be his spent cock still inside me and began to lift myself up to let him out.
"Don't do that yet. Just leave me in there for a couple more minutes. I don't want to separate yet."
There was no argument from me about that. It felt too good just being in there like a plug. So I just sat back quietly and he closed his eyes again. We stayed that way for a few minutes, then he said: "I guess we've gotta."
"Yep." I replied. "Don't wanna... but gotta." and I slowly raised up and off him. As I backed off the bed, I took the chance to finally get a really good look at him. We'd been so busy before - both now and earlier - that I really hadn't gotten a full view and time to drink it in. I couldn't hold back again. I just had to lean forward over him and kiss him again. As our lips touched, so did our lower regions. Nature can be such a strong force. I couldn't resist rubbing my crotch further into his.
Damn! That felt good! But I've already shot three loads today, and at my age there shouldn't be anything left in the magazine. Well obviously there was in his, because I felt him begin to stir and thicken. Oh hell, what have I started now!?! Like I didn't know (or didn't want). He pulled me down further against him and wrapped his legs around my back. "Oh yes. ready for another round?" he whispered.
"Can't. Like I said, we could have company if I don't get out of here."
"I can fix that" he said as he opened his legs, and stood up lifting me with him. "C'mon . get your clothes on."
"Okay. But.????" as I started gathering my clothes from the bedroom and hall floors.
"Come on back into the kitchen."
I went back to the kitchen, pulling on my shorts and Dockers, and sat down to put on my socks and shoes. I had left the top of my pants open so when I pulled my shirts on, I could tuck my tee-shirt in, I had just about done that when Chuck reached out and stopped my hand. "Don't be in such a hurry. No one can surprise us if we can see the street and know if anyone is coming this way."
"What?"
"Watch this" he said as he pulled me up out of the chair, sat down in it behind me, pulled my pants and shorts back down to my knees and then sat me down on his lap. "This ought to do it."
I could already feel his cock getting hard under me. All he had to do was run his hands up under the front of my shirts and start rubbing my chest and nipples, and the `old soldier' started to follow suit. When he started to kiss the back of my neck and blow into my right ear, there was no turning back. All I wanted was to have him back inside me.
My entrance was still well lubed from before - in fact I better clean that up a bit before I try to walk back across the street. So I just lifted up slightly, reached behind me to hold him pointing up, and then centered myself on target, and slowly sat back down. This was like I used to do it in high school in a car with a couple of my buddies back then. I could do a mean lap dance, and loved to reach under and feel it as a hard, thick plow was rutting in and out of my hole.
I have never understood why this position seems to drive me crazier than any other. Maybe it's the feel of his hot breath on the back of my neck. or the fact that he can reach around and sliding his hands up and down my chest, stopping now-and-again to rub and pinch my nips. Or he can let his hands drop down all the way to that point just above the pubic area where pressure must shove the prostate back against the wall of the chute where his hard meat can rub it better. All of these things seem to rob me of all intellectual thought or reason, and turn me into a wild man- pussy with only one idea - to bounce myself into ecstacy. And, man, was I going wild!!! Each time I lifted upward, I could feel the super-hard shaft of his cock as it retreated back out through the sensitive lips of my ass and the wide, engorged head came back in contact with that sweet spot against my prostate. Then the incredible feeling of being re-filled as I relaxed back down, grinding my cheeks against his thighs, trying to work every millimeter of him into me. My left hand was between my legs with my fingers touching on both sides of my meat-filled sphincter, feeling it as it moved in and out. I could picture it in my mind and the fantasies it stirred were driving me insane. I started to bounce harder and faster. Rocking forward, then leaning back against his hard chest, feeling his hardened nipples pressing into my back. Each time I was against him, he would lick and nibble on the back and right side of my neck, running his tongue up to touch behind my ear. It was like a string of needles being driven into me from my ear, down my neck, across my shoulder and then down my spine to where he was assaulting me with that dream tool. Each time I would tighten my entry and grip him inside me, bringing another moan from deep inside him. "OOOOoooooohhhh, that's soooooo goooooooddd!".
"I'll show you good" I said as I reached that point of no return.. Faster, and faster I started to rock.. "MMMmmmnnnnnnggg! Oooooooooohhh! Oooooooooohhh! Oooohhh, fuck! OOOoooohhh, shit! Oooooooo m'god! OOOOoooooh, yes.. Oooooohhh, yes.. C'mon big guy, send me a quart of that juice! There's still room for more in there. Fill it up!! Shoot me some of that super-heated cream!!! OOOoooooohhhh, yesssss! Get it ready. Send it in there! Fuck me big guy! Fuck me harder! Fuck that tight asshole!"
Suddenly his ass came up off the chair, pushing me forward and bending me over. I grabbed the edge of the sink in front of me and he started to drive that piston into me like an engine gone wild! "You take that dick you tight assed man pussy! You get ready to take the load that's comin' your way! I'm gonna give you the fuck you've been wanting all day!!! You want a quart!?! Here comes a gallon!!!! I'm gonna load your ass with so much spunk you're gonna need a five-gallon can to catch it all when it comes back out!!! Holy shit . you sure know how to work that ass!! And I'm gonna shoot this load so far up your ass that you'll think you're having a nosebleed! Feel that meat driving up your chute! Feel that meat slammin' home! You want some cum!?! I'll give you enough for the rest of the fuckin' week!!!"
His hands were now in the crook of my thighs where I was bent over. Each time he pushed his cock into my ass, he pull back on me and impaled me that last half-inch...and all I wanted was more of him!!! I tried to raise my ass to each incoming thrust. I just wanted MORE!!! I wanted him to fuck me until all I could see was stars!!! .and I was getting closer to just that!! Then I saw them!!! With one gigantic lunge and heave, he pushed that over-heated ramrod in all the way to the hilt and started to grind it into me - around and around! That was it! I could feel his hot jizm explode into me! The only sound he made was a deep and gutteral moan. Then he relaxed his pull on my legs and slowly pumped to empty himself into my hungry insides. As he did, I felt my own contractions and only sensed my shots of cream onto the cabinet beneath me. I felt the head of my cock begin to rub against the cabinet and slide in its own juices, so I reached down and stroked it just enough to empty it. Those last pumps of his, must have emptied him as well because he started to back away and pull out. I said: "No. Don't pull out quite yet. Just leave it in there for a minute and let me enjoy it that last little bit." He stopped, pushed back slightly to hold it in and pulled me up against his chest.
Then he kissed my neck again and said: "Like you said, neighbor, `anytime..anytime'.".
I finally said, "Okay.. I really have to go home now." So he backed away and I turned around to face him. I looked up into his eyes and wanted to jump up and swim in them. I wanted to hold him and not let go. But I knew what I had to do. I began to pull my shorts and slacks up, stopping a moment to grab a paper towel and shove it between my legs and cheeks (I'd have to figure out how to ditch it after I got home). Then I turned to the door and said: "I hope this was not a one-day fling. I really hope we can do this again . before too long" and went out the door and across the street.
You'd think after all that, I'd be sated and not ready for much more for probably a week.but not so. Now that I'd had it so good, all I wanted was more! Already I'm cooking up new plans to go back. I think Chuck'll be ready too.
(to be continued....)
This is my first attempt at story writing. Hope you enjoyed it and will let me know if you want to see more. I'm open to any constructive criticism and guidance. I'm already working on Part-3, but don't have a lot of spare time right now, so I probably won't appear for a while..