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Just Being Neighborly.
Chapter 5
It's been less than a week since I had met John over at Chuck's house - five days to be exact - because it is now Thursday evening and I'm just sitting here in my family room trying to pay attention to my book. All I can think about is how much I want to try him again!! The memory is still fresh and I keep remembering every detail that I can. Damn! I want more!! Geez, I'm turning into a real slut.
"Why are you so fidgety?" my wife says, breaking her attention away from the tv screen and the 240th rerun of that sitcom.
"Don't know.. I just seem to be anxious and all wound up -- over nothin'," I replied. "Maybe it would help to just go out and take short a walk."
"What? You have never gone out for a walk! What's up? Just tell yourself to calm yourself down."
"I've been trying to do that for an hour. That's why I tought maybe a walk around the block might help a little."
"You get up at 8:30 at night and suddenly want to go take a walk. Maybe you've got a girl friend out there you're going to meet?"
"Riiigghttt! Sure I do! She's been reading my mind and knows I'm going out, and we're going to go make it in the woods around the corner."
"Great! Tell me how she was. and then when you get home I'll cut it off!! Okay. Go on. Maybe it will help; and if you decide to do it again tomorrow maybe I'll join you. I'd go now, but I just don't want to miss this show. I never saw this episode."
"Okay. I'll be back in a little while. It shouldn't be more than a half-hour or so. That's okay, isn't it?"
"Go. Enjoy."
"Fine. I'll see you in a little while."
With that I put my book on the table, stood up, and started to the front door. As I went out across the front porch, I decided that I'd wander over past John's and see if he was around. "Never hurts to try" I said to myself.
As I rounded the corner at Chuck's and headed down Indian Trail, it dawned on me that I didn't even know which house was John's. Maybe I'd see him, though..
At the third house down, the front door opened as I passed and (yes, Virginia there is a Santa Clause) John came out and walked over to me.
"Must be mental telepathy. I was just standing in the door looking out and then I saw you walking up the street. Thought I'd join you if you don't mind. My wife is just sitting there knitting and I was bored with the same crap on the tube. Mind some company?"
"No. Not at all! In fact I was actually wishing for just this. Running into you, o r you coming out and joining me.that is."
"Well, Bingo! You have just won your prize."
"And what a prize!!! Hey, you said `wife'. I didn't realize you were married."
"Yeah. I'm married; but I don't wear a ring like you do. I noticed the other day that you had one on. so I knew that you were. I've also got two kids -- twins - a boy and a girl. They're both away at college now. So it's just my wife and me here now."
"I've got three - a boy and two girls - but they're all past college and out on their own now. So it's just the two of us here too. Don't know what they mean about that `empty nest syndrome' thing. I think it's grand!! .So. what would you like to do?"
"Well.. I just happen to have a key to the clubhouse, if you're interested.."
"Your damned right, I'm interested!!! Let's go!!"
We both quickened our pace as we turned the next corner and headed for the property owner's clubhouse. It was only about 2 blocks away, when John reached over and grabbed my hand and said: "I want you, you know. That's all I`ve been thinking about for the past week.. Ever since last Saturday". Then he let go of my hand and we continued to walk, as fast as we could without running, toward the waiting clubhouse.
When we reached the side door of the cabin-like building, John already had the key out of his pocket and quickly opened it. Without wasting any precious time, we slipped inside. The windows on the other side of the large open room, opening onto the lake, allowed sufficient illumination for us to see without having to turn on the lights. As he closed the door behind him, John grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him, turning us to press my back against the wall beside the door, and bent over to kiss me. At the same time he reached down and placed his right hand on the front of my pants.
I broke from the kiss long enough to whisper, "You don't believe in wasting any time do you?" and then returned to his waiting lips. I reached up and pulled his head down to grind his lips tighter against mine. I was probably even more ready and eager than he was, after five days of fantasizing just this type of situation. I moaned lowly in my throat to let him know that I was really enjoying this, and pushed myself against him, trapping his hand between us, and rubbed against it.
He took up on it right away and began to rub my crotch with his hand and to move his fingers, exciting the now-growing lump that was forming in there. I moved my hands down from his head and grabbed his buttox and pulled him even closer to me, feeling their round firmness and wishing to feel their flesh - not the denim of his jeans that was covering them.
We stood this way and kissed for what seemed like many long minutes, but was probably no more than one. Then we broke apart and went for each other's shirt buttons. We both knew that we didn't have a lot of time to waste - we'd have to be back to our homes pretty soon - so we were not going to waste a precious second more than absolutely necessary before we could feel each other's naked body against our own. Shirts were off and pants were down in record time.and shoes, socks and tee-shirts were fast behind..until we were both standing there in nothing but our boxer shorts.
I couldn't wait any longer.. I quickly knelt in front of him, pulling the waistband of his shorts down even as I knelt. And there it was!!!! Long .. very long!! And ready!!! Before I could think of anything else, I had bent forward and that beautiful pink head disappeared between my eager lips. My tongue was dancing all over the end of it, searching for the slit, to stop and probe momentarily before lapping around and under to rasp on that sensitive spot where the bottom ridge forms its little `v'. As my tongue moved under and around, I felt the end swell and the length of it jerked as it grew even more! I'd never really been good a any deep-throating, but with the narrowness of this delightful tool, I was hoping to take as much as I could. Sure enough, as I raised up above it, it began to slide down as easily as a sword in a circus act. I was in heaven! And from the sounds he was making above me, I think John was pretty close to those pearly gates himself!!!
Suddenly he straightened up and pushed me off that delicious warm, silky-soft, broom-stick. "Hey, you know I never got to have any of your cock the last time. Lie down. I want to try some of it too."
As I lay down on the floor, I pulled my own shorts off and John knelt beside me. Taking my raging hard-on into his hand, he said: "Now that's more like it. Hey, you're not so bad off yourself."
"In comparison to you, mine's not much more that a `nub'."
"Hell, it's gotta be at least 6-and-a-half inches. That's nothing to feel insecure over. Now shut up and let me use my mouth for what it's meant for." With that he bent forward and smoothly took my entire shaft into his mouth and down his throat right to the pubic bush of brown curls at the base. Man, that guy knows how to do it!! His lips, his tongue, his throat muscles, the suction.. I was already starting to see stars. Never! Never! Had I had a bj like this. Actually, it was far beyond a bj'. this was, as I have read about, a real cock sucking'. He was a master!!!
I could have just laid back and enjoyed it, as they say, but I still wanted more of that monster prick still sticking out nearly a foot between his legs. So I reached over, grabbed on his leg, and pulled him toward my face. He took that cue and lifted up onto his knees and then straddled my head so that his balls were hanging directly over my ready lips. I could smell the warm, musky scent of a man's private regions. It just aroused me that much more. I lifted my head slightly so I could reach the two low-hanging orbs above my face and licked at them. He must have liked that because he shifted back slightly and crouched lower so that they were more accessible. I licked again and again. Then he shifted further back so that I could now run my tongue onto the under side of his long, throbbing rod. I reached up and pulled back on his legs so that I could reach the tip with my tongue and then pull it down into my mouth. In this position it slid right in and then down into my throat. He started to shiver and then began to slowly fuck my mouth. Oh, was this wonderful!!
About the same time, I felt the warmth of his mouth juices running down off my own rigid staff, around my balls, and down into the crevice below. The I felt his hand moving in between my thighs and a finger began to probe at the center of my rosebud. With the lubrication that had made it way to there, the finger slowly entered the tight opening. I moaned and opened my legs to give him greater access. As good as what he was doing to my cock felt, I remembered what it had been like on Saturday, and now all I wanted was for him to be deep inside me again. I managed to pull my head away and almost shouted, "Yes, please.. Fuck me! Slide that tool deep into me!!! Give it to me! I want it! NOW! Please!!!!"
He didn't need much urging. Still keeping his finger in place inside me and staying on his knees, he moved around to where he was now kneeling in the space between my knees. I reached down and grabbed my legs and pulled them up to where I could put my calves over his shoulders. He added a second finger and continued to probe. I was raising my ass to make it easier for him, but fingers were not what I wanted. "Now!!" I whispered hoarsely, "put that super tube steak in there. I want you to drill me good! I've been dreaming about that flag pole you call a dick and just how deep it can get into me. I want to feel every damn inch of it. so start feedin' it to me, guy!"
It didn't take any more urging for him to get with the program.as soon as I had said what I said, I felt him remove his fingers and felt something else begin to press against the empty opening. I envisioned what it was and lifted my hips again to help ease his entry. Then I felt the give as it made it way, head first, into my waiting tunnel. The feeling was again nothing less than glorious!! There was something about that rod that defies any explanation. It just sent electrical sparks throughout my whole body!!! I couldn't get enough of it!!! "WOW!!! You are good, man!! You've got me ready to scream!! I can't believe what that feels like! Keep it up! Keep that going! Man, I want to be royally fucked!! Do me! Do me! Oooohhhh, shit! Oooooohhh, fuck! OOOooooohhh, yes!!!"
By this point he had established a rhythm that was just damned near perfect! Not too fast, not too slow, not too hard, not too easy.. I was getting an ass fucking by an expert with the best tool of the trade. It was phenomenal! I could feel it as it slid in and out of the warm glove of my fuck chute. Each time, the head would brush against that spot over the prostate and I would just quiver all over. I was at a point that I could no longer form words. I could only moan and moan and groan and roll my head from side to side. I did manage to get my legs down off his shoulders and around the small of his back at some point, but as much as I wanted to pull him in to me closer, I knew that he what he was doing was too great for me to interfere.
Then the tempo began to increase. I could feel him reaching for that gold ring. I could hear the sound of his groin slapping in between my legs and his thrusts began to lift me off the floor each time he hilted into me. It just got better!! If I thought it felt good before.it was now beyond belief!!! It might be long and narrow, but it could piston as well as any of the wider ones I've had in the past. I was getting a butt-fuck par excellence! Now he was moaning on each thrust. It was an animal chorus of sounds in the dark room. And that's what we were at this point.pure animals in lust!
Then he shifted slightly and grabbed my shoulders to hold me in place and lunged forward nearly ripping my asshole open as he plunged as deeply as he possibly could.and stopped dead in his tracks! Then I felt it deep inside me. His rod jerked up against the inside wall of my tunnel and then I felt the hot lava of his manhood spew into me. It jerked again, and more lava flowed. .and again.. and again.. then he began his earlier piston strokes, much slower this time. Stopping briefly each time at full depth, and each time I felt the jerk and knew that he was adding more batter to the bowl. Again as last time, I felt as though I wanted to cry from happiness and joy.
Slowly he leaned up, still imbedded deep inside me, and reached down and grasped my now explosively hardened member. With about three or four quick jerks, I was shooting my own lava all the way over my shoulders onto the floor by my head. Each time I shot, I could feel my sphincter closing tight around him and he would grind against me. I don't know how many times this happened. I couldn't have counted them if I wanted to. But soon he was holding a much reduced piece of meat in his hand and he let it drop down into the curly hairs at its base.
Then he leaned forward, pressing himself onto my cum-covered chest, muttered "thank you", and covered my mouth with his. It wasn't a rough and passionate kiss this time, but was soft and warm and caring; and I knew that he had felt the same wondrous rapture as I had.
We stayed like that for about a minute, then grudgingly parted and stood to get dressed without saying a word. Somehow conversation just didn't fit right then. So we found some paper towels in the kitchen, cleaned us both off from my jizm that I had shot onto myself and then he had laid on to hold and kiss me, and wiped up the floor (what would the next person in here think?). Slowly we dressed, still silent, and I followed him out the door and stood to the side as he locked up.
We still didn't speak until we had stepped off the clubhouse porch and started across the lawn toward the street. Finally, I broke the silence. "You said `thank you', but it's really me who should be thanking you. I've never experienced anything like this before! That was beyond wonderful. beyond incredible.I can't even find a way to describe it!"
"I know what you mean. It's like something I've dreamed of all my life..like I've been waiting for. Something I've known was out there, but never thought I'd find."
"How can it be so wonderful..but also makes me feel frightened? I think you've just become my greatest nightmare."
"Nightmare?"
"Yes. I think I may be feeling true love for the first time in my life."
"How the hell is that a `nightmare'?"
"Because it doesn't fit with my life, my plans."
"How's that?"
"Actually, I've never actually felt what they call true love' in all my life. Yes, I'm married, and I love' my wife, but not that way, really. I'm gay. I'm attracted to other men. How could I truly love a woman in a romantic and sexual way? I've always feared that I might meet the one man that I could feel that way for..and that's the word feared'.because I have chosen my life the way it is, and I cannot - will not - change that. Now I'm afraid I may have met him. That's why I called you my greatest nightmare'."
"Oh, shit! I see where you are going. .and you may not be going there alone. There is something about you that I want as well. and not just sex. Oh, shit! This is getting out of hand . and doing it too damned fast! I think we need to really sit and talk, but we don't have time tonight. And I'm in the same boat. There is no way I am going to change my current arrangements either."
"I'll try to get out tomorrow night, but she already volunteered to walk with me. I'll see what I can do to get out alone. Can you?"
"Yeah. I should be able to.
"Great. Let's do that and talk."
Somehow we were already back in front of his house, so he just looked at me, winked, and whishpered, "I don't want to say it, but I think I love you."
"Nor I, but I think so too.."
(to be continued....)