Good Neighbors

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Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such
materials, or if reading such materials is contrary to the law in your
jurisdiction, please go no further.


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I was sorry to see Patty and Michael go. They had bought their house
across the street just a month or two after I had bought mine, so we all
settled into the neighborhood together. It didn't take long before we settled
into a familiar routine of summer cookouts, Monday Night football, and
taking care of each other's dogs when there was a need. Truly cool people.
Unfortunately, though, Patty got pregnant, and they decided that they were
going to need a larger house to go along with their larger family. What
they weren't ready to do, however, was to sell their old place.

"The lot's just too nice," Michael said one early summer evening as we sat
by my pool, drinking beers. "A dead end street, no neighbors but you, and
plenty of trees. Someday I'm going to knock our place down and build a
real house."

"Great," I replied. "Not only am I going to lose my neighbors, but I'm
going to get a renter, and then a construction site."

Michael laughed. "Don't worry about the renter. He's a great guy. When
he's not in Hawaii surfing, he works for a contractor friend of mine, doing
construction. Very laid back, and you'll be able to borrow whatever tools
you'll need from him."

I raised my eyebrows. "Any tools I need? Is that a promise?"

Michael snorted. "I won't even dignify that, big guy. And I won't tell
Carl you said it."

"Please don't ," I said jokingly. "I might get a reputation around the
neighborhood."

Once I got my first look at Carl, though, I almost wished that my old
friend had said something to him, to plant a seed of an idea. My new
neighbor was tanned, solidly built, and didn't appear to like wearing
shirts very much. Whether he was unloading groceries from his pickup,
shooting arrows at the target he'd set up in the front lawn, sitting on the
porch talking on the phone, or retrieving the mail, he almost never wore a
shirt. And the view was enough to make me want to get a closer look, which
is exactly what I did one morning, when he was out washing his pickup
truck.

"Hey there," I called out as I walked to the end of the driveway to grab
the newspaper, maybe two weeks after Carl moved in. "I'm Eric. I'm sure
Michael and Patty told you that I'm their favorite neighbor."

"Name's Carl," he said, walking over and extending his hand. "And aren't
you my only neighbor?"

"You do have a point there," I said as I shook Carl's hand. "One of the
joys of living on a short dead-end street. So, you all settled in?"

Carl started talking, but I don't think I was hearing very much. Just like
any other red-blooded gay man, I was checking out his fat biceps, his
oh-so-chewable nipples, and his furry belly, and I was trying to figure out
whether he was going commando under his low-riding jeans. It sure looked
that way. I had to will myself to remain calm when he reached up to run
his hand through his short-cropped, chestnut brown hair, giving me a heady
whiff of man-smell from his hairy pit. God, what a bone raiser he was, and
before long I realized I was going to have to excuse myself so that I could
go jack off.

"Well, I guess I'd better go start my day," I said, hoping my hard-on
wasn't too noticeable. "I've got plenty to do this weekend."

"See you around," Carl replied.

I skedaddled back to my house, and before long was pulling on my hard
eight-incher. As I worked my foreskin back and forth over my cockhead, I
wondered what kind of cock he had. My guess was that it was very fat,
probably cut, and plenty ready to rise to any occasion. The only question
was whether he realized everything he could do with his equipment, or maybe
more accurately everything his horny neighbor could do with it.

It would be an understatement to say that, over the next two or three
weeks, I kept an eye on my new neighbor's house. I work out of a home
office, so very little escaped my surveillance. Carl's routine during the
week was pretty predictable. Out of the house at 7:00 am, dressed in
shorts, a t-shirt, and work boots. Back around 4:00, minus the t-shirt.
Messing around a little in the yard until 6:00, drinking a beer or two, and
then some television until 10:00. Weekends he didn't appear to be around
much, and I have to say that my heart sank a little one Sunday afternoon
when I was out doing yard work, and he came home wearing the same clothes
he'd had on when he went out the night before. Carl must have gotten
lucky, at least judging by the smile on his face when he waved at me. Not
missing a beat with the lawnmower, I waved back.

Maybe thirty minutes later, he was out pushing a lawnmower himself,
apparently fulfilling his obligation to maintain the property for Michael
and Patty. The two of us each worked in our separate yards for maybe
another hour. I was taking some bags of hedge trimmings to the curb just
as he shut the mower off.

"Hey Eric, how's it hanging?" Carl called out.

"Hot," I answered. "I'm about ready to go jump in the pool."

"Yeah, Michael and Patty told me you've got a nice setup back there."

"It's a bit of a pain to take care of, but it's worth it on an afternoon
like this." I paused for a second. "Feel free to come over if you'd like
to take a dip."

"You mean now?"

"Sure."

Carl paused to think for only a few seconds. "You know, I think I'll take
you up on that. Just let me go dig out a suit."

I willed my voice to sound very casual. "Well, suit yourself, so to speak.
I usually don't even bother with a suit unless it's mixed company. One of
the advantages of having a really tall fence."

Carl looked a little nervous at my impromptu challenge, but he ended up
following me into my backyard, sans suit.

"Wow, this is fantastic," he said as he took in the tropical paradise
spread out in front of us, which included not just the pool but also a
Jacuzzi and a two head outdoor shower.

"Thanks. It cost a fortune to build, but I almost live out here in the
summer. If you don't mind, could you jump under the shower before going
into the pool? I'd rather not have all of the grass clippings and dirt go
into the filter."

"No problem."

In a flash we had both stripped off our clothes and were rinsing off under
the cool spray. I tried not to be too obvious as I checked him out, but I
couldn't help sneaking peeks at his milky white, hard muscled buttocks and
his short, squat dick, which jutted out from his dense pubes. His body was
pretty much as I had imagined, except for his truly enormous balls. This
boy had quite the sack of nuts.

We horsed around in the pool for maybe thirty minutes before I suggested
that I go get us some beers. I realized that I was hanging pretty heavy
and thick when I hauled myself out of the water, but I just hoped that Carl
wouldn't get freaked out by the sight of a semi-hard dick. By the time I
got back with the drinks and some snacks, Carl had gotten out of the water
himself, and was stretched out on a lounge chair, making no effort to cover
himself up.

The two of us drank our beers and shot the breeze , talking about nothing
in particular, for maybe twenty minutes before there was a lull in the
conversation. Finally, Carl cleared his throat.

"So, Michael mentioned that you're gay."

"That would be a true statement," I replied.

Carl cleared his throat again. "You know, I don't think I've ever known a
gay guy."

I laughed. "Carl, I have to say that would really surprise me. My guess
is you've known plenty of gay guys, but you just didn't realize it."

We were both quiet for a couple of minutes, before Carl once again broke
the silence.

"So, have you ever slept with a woman?"

"Actually, a couple, back when I was younger. I just happen to prefer
guys. They sure as hell give better blow jobs." I decided to take a
chance. "Just think about it. A guy is going to know way more about what
to do with your dick than some chick who's afraid she might swallow
something. Just imagine the best blow job you've ever had, and multiply it
by ten."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my words were having their
intended effect. Carl was quite clearly thinking about the best blowjob
he'd ever had, at least judging by the hard-on that he was rapidly
developing, and just the sight of his fat, fireplug dick was enough to make
me spring a major boner, which I made no effort to hide. Ready to find out
which way we were going, I stood up, and Carl looked over at me, his eyes
coming to rest on my large, uncut piece of meat.

"So, you want another beer?" I asked. "Or maybe you need something else?"

My neighbor looked a little nervous, but he gave me a little grin. "Maybe
you should tell me what I need."

That was all the signal I needed. Trying to maintain my cool, I stepped
over to Carl's lounge chair and squatted down. Grasping his thick tool, I
looked up into his eyes and smiled.

"Why don't I show you what you need?"

Leaning down, I extended my tongue until just the tip made contact with the
little flap of skin on the underside of his dick, where his helmet-shaped
head met his thick shaft. The taste was just awesome, especially when a
pearl of clear precum dripped down onto my tongue. Very slowly I began to
tongue around the ridge of flesh, teasing and probing as I explored. I
have to admit that it was a bit of a struggle for me to stay calm, given
the situation. There I was, being given carte blanche to do what I wanted
with a nominally straight guy's dick. Not to mention that he was one of
the hottest, butchest pieces of meat that I'd had in a long time. I
decided that the only way I was going to hold it together was to focus on
the task at hand, namely giving this guy the blowjob of a lifetime.

I pulled out all of the stops. First I'm licking up and down the shaft,
then I'm nipping at the head, then I'm sucking his balls, then I'm chewing
my way up and down his twitching prick, then I've got him buried so deep
his pubes are tickling my nose, and my lips are sliding up and down while
my tongue rasps like sandpaper over every square inch of overheated flesh.
There was just no way Carl could defend himself against this treatment, and
before long he was spreading his legs wide and moaning like a bitch in
heat. The sheer excitement of making this stud feel things he'd never felt
before made me so excited that I knew that I didn't dare touch my own cock,
or I'd shoot in an instant. I had to be super-careful that I didn't push
him over the edge prematurely, either. I wasn't sure how long this would
last, but I knew that I wanted to keep it going as long as possible.

I think that I kept him right on the edge of shooting his load for maybe
fifteen minutes. Whenever I felt him start to tense up, or his giant balls
started to tighten up, I'd ease off just enough to bring the pressure down a
notch. Eventually he was almost whimpering, begging to get off. I have to
say that I've been in that position before, where your dick is so hard that
it hurts, and your balls are so pumped up that you feel like they might
explode if you don't cum. It's almost torture, except that it feels so
fucking awesome, and you know that finally shooting your nut is going to be
Christmas, the Fourth of July, and New Year's Eve all rolled into one.

I had a plan. My neighbor was going to cum on my timetable, in my way.
This butch mother fucker was going to cum with his cock sliding up against
mine, while I was squirting my own load over his furry belly. He was going
to cum when I was good and ready to cum, and Jesus H. Christ, after sucking
on his fat prick for fifteen minutes, I was ready to cum.

Feeling his heavy balls start to tighten up once again, I pulled off of his
cock and straddled his hips. Grasping my cock tightly against his, I began
to slide my giant hard-on up and down against his. The sudden shift of
sensations clearly startled Carl; he'd grown accustomed to being buried in
my mouth, and the feel of hot dickflesh on hot dickflesh must have been a
shock. Judging by the look on his face, though, and the way his balls were
pulling up into a tight, hard package, the shift in the action had not
derailed my neighbor's impending orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," he groaned as a first fine spray of cum droplets
squirted out of his prick. That was all I needed to see. Powerful muscles
deep in my groin began to contract, pumping what felt like a gallon of cum
out of my balls and into my dick. I was going to cum, and I was going to
cum big. There was no time for a warning as I literally began to hose down
Carl's entire torso, adding my sperm to the milky fluid that he had just
deposited. Thick rivulets of semen flowed across his rippling muscles.

"Fuck, yeah," I cried as I savored the afterglow of a truly fine orgasm.
"Welcome to the fucking neighborhood."

Carl grinned up at me. "This is definitely something that Michael never
told me to expect when I signed the lease. He said you were a good
neighbor, but apparently I didn't really know what that meant."

I reached down to squeeze his cock. "Oh, I can be a better neighbor than
this. You can take my word for it." Or maybe I'll have the opportunity to
show you, I thought to myself.

But that would be another story.

 

[Alexnj]

Hot!

 

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Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such
materials, or if reading such materials is contrary to the law in your
jurisdiction, please go no further.

Part Two

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I didn't see much of Carl over the two weeks that followed our initial
poolside encounter. I don't think that he was really avoiding me, and I
certainly wasn't avoiding him, but our paths just did not seem to cross
except for an occasional wave as he drove off to work. Even so, I knew
that there was a risk that he might be a little shy about making the first
move after what had happened, so I finally marched over to ask him to watch
my place and bring in the paper and mail while I was away on a camping
trip. I could have just stopped delivery of the mail and the paper, but I
wanted a pretext to talk to him, to demonstrate that things were still cool
between us.

"Sure, no problem," Carl replied after I explained that I would be gone for
four nights. "You need me to watch Orson too?" he asked, referring to my
chocolate Lab.

"Nah, that mutt'd kill me if I left him here when I was up in the mountains
with my other best buds."

Carl laughed as he ran his hand across his furry belly. "I can't say I'd
blame him. Say, you want a beer?"

Looking at him, clad only in a pair of low-riding jeans and no sign of
skivvies, I was tempted. Reluctantly, however, I declined. "I'd like to,
but I've really got to get my gear organized. We're supposed to roll at
5:00 AM. So here's a key to the front door, and here's the key to the pool
zone. Feel free to use it as much as you want. The pool guy'll be here on
Monday afternoon to take care of the chemicals, but you'll probably be at
work when he shows up."

With that, I was off. I frankly didn't think a great deal about Carl over
the next couple of days; we were having a great time in the great outdoors,
living the rugged outdoor life, roughing it with plenty of Gore-tex and
titanium gear. Our little expeditionary unit was cruising along just fine
until the next to last morning, when my buddy Frank took a very bad spill
while we were doing some rock scrambling. He wasn't badly hurt, but as far
as the camping trip was concerned, it was game over. Fortunately, we were
close to the trailhead, so we were able to get him back out without too
much grief. Unfortunately, though, our sojourn in the mountains was going
to be slightly abbreviated. Driving back, I considered calling Carl to let
him know that I'd be coming back a day early, but I decided to surprise him
instead. You never know, I thought. Maybe I'll find a naked man in my
pool.

I pulled back in around 4:00 in the afternoon, so I didn't really expect to
find Carl home from work yet. I parked in the garage, put Orson in the
back yard, and went inside to check on the house. Nobody was around, but,
judging from the pile of mail and newspapers on the kitchen counter, Carl
had been faithfully executing his duties. I started flipping through
envelopes, but came to my senses when I realized I stank to high heaven.
Four days without a shower leaves a man, or at least this man, plenty ripe.

The moment I entered my bedroom I realized that someone else had been in
there. The bed covers clearly revealed the phantom impression of a single
body. I have a television and DVD player against the wall opposite the
bed, and the drawer containing my DVDs was open just a hair. I looked
inside, and everything at first appeared to be there, but the porn had
clearly been rearranged. On closer inspection I realized that one porn
title was missing. It stood to reason that someone had been watching my
movies, and I had a pretty good idea of that person's identity.

As I was taking off my clothes so I could shower, it occurred to me to
check in my nightstand drawer, where I keep lube and a couple of grown-up
toys. A quick scan revealed that I was missing a butt plug and a small
bottle of lube. Hmm. I would say that this was getting curioser and
curioser, except that the meaning of it all was pretty clear. Carl had
clearly taken advantage of my absence to have quite the solo party, and he
had apparently wanted to play some more at home. My guess was that he was
planning to sneak the missing stuff back to where it belonged before I got
home, but I had faked him out, completely by accident. I suppose that I
could have been upset by this invasion of my privacy; but in reality I was
turned on.

I quickly showered and put on some clean clothes, and then I went down to
the kitchen to make myself something to eat. All the while I was pondering
how to play the situation. Just thinking about Carl, watching gay porn and
jerking off in my own bed, and maybe poking his virgin ass with a lubed up
butt plug, caused me to spring quite the boner, and I had some fun in the
shower yanking my crank, though being extra careful not to shoot my load.
I wanted to hold on to all of my juice for whatever might transpire later
that evening.

So there I was, standing at the island in my kitchen, eating a sandwich and
drinking a beer, when I heard a key slide into the front door lock. I
padded out to the foyer just as Carl entered. The expression on his face
really was priceless, and it can be summed up in one word. Busted.

"Eric, you're home," he said, pitifully stating the obvious.

"I am?" I replied playfully. "Oh, yeah, I suppose I am. Our trip got cut
short by a little medical emergency. My buddy Frank fell on his hard head,
but he'll be OK. By the way, thanks for keeping an eye on everything. The
house doesn't look any worse for wear. You want a beer?"

"Uh, OK." Carl put the fanny pack he was carrying on the floor and
nervously took the cool bottle and tilted it back, allowing the amber
liquid to flow into his suddenly parched throat. "So, did you guys have a
good time?"

"Fuck yeah. There's just nothing better than being out in the great
outdoors with some good buds and your dog. Any trouble around here?"

"Not that I noticed."

"Well that's good. We're so isolated down here, I always worry a little
bit about leaving the place. I really appreciate you keeping an eye on
it." I took a swig of my beer and studied Carl for a second. Just
standing there, thinking about how I'd like to yank down his shorts and
pull off his T-shirt, was giving me a pretty good start on a major league
boner. Looking down and seeing his pack on the floor, I realized that must
be where the pilfered merchandise was, and an idea quickly hatched.

"Say, is that one of those Mountainsmith lumbar packs?" I asked. "I've
always been tempted to buy one of those. You like it?"

"Uh, yeah, it's great."

"Do you mind if I take a look?"

A look of panic flashed across Carl's face as he frantically tried to think
of a sensible reason why I couldn't look at his bag. Apparently unable to
come up with anything, he just miserably nodded his head. Now, to be
completely honest, I was kind of enjoying messing with his head, and I made
a show of very carefully examining the bag before making my move to unzip
one of the compartments. At that point I guess he just couldn't take it
anymore.

"Look, Eric, I, uh, borrowed some stuff while you were gone. I hope you
don't mind."

"What stuff?"

"Oh, a DVD, and a couple of other things. They're in the bag. I was going
to bring them back tonight."

"Well, let's have a look." I unzipped the bag, reached in, and fished out
the DVD first. "Hmm, good choice. That's one of my favorites." Reaching
back in I grabbed the lube and the butt plug. "Now what do we have here?"
I winked at him. "You're lucky I don't mind sharing my toys."

"I'm sorry, man. I shouldn't have gotten into your shit."

I took another swig of my beer. "Apology accepted. Just ask next time."
I held up the butt plug. "And keep in mind that you don't need to settle
for this. I'd always be happy to give you the real thing, anytime,
anyplace."

The silence was electric. Carl just stood there for a long minute, clearly
digesting what I had said, before he cleared his throat. "Were you
thinking about going for a swim?" he asked.

"Man, you must be reading my mind."

I followed Carl out, taking care to grab the bottle of lube and slip it
into my pocket. Once out on the patio, we both started stripping off our
clothes.

"I gotta jump in the shower first. I just got home from work," Carl said.
Even though I was clean as a whistle, I followed him under the spray of
water.

Carl quickly lathered up and, as he was rinsing off, turned to face me,
putting his jutting erection on display. That was all the encouragement I
needed. Reaching out, I grabbed him by his beefy biceps and pulled him
toward me, causing my own hard-on to knock against his. The feeling of
contact between our rigid organs was truly eye opening, and it impelled me
to take a chance and put my mouth on his. He resisted just a bit at first,
but as my tongue pushed through his lips, he just opened up and gave in to
every sensation and craving that had been dormant so long.

While we kissed under the spray of the water, my hands traveled up and down
his torso, and across his muscled chest. He groaned audibly when I began
to lightly flick his hard nipples, and he began to explore my body as well,
tentatively at first, but then with a greater degree of confidence. I
glanced down and saw that his hand was actually shaking as he grasped my
cock for the first time and stroked up and down my shaft. I was leaking
precum like a faucet, which enabled him to slick up the full length of my
prick. Frankly, I don't think I'd been that hard in years, and every vein
stood out in stark relief. I had to will myself to keep things under
control when he squeezed our two cocks together, pumping and sliding them
against each other, my huge pole and his fat prong.

Carl's eyes were half-closed as he jerked us together. "Fuck, Eric, you're
cock feels so fucking awesome against mine. You're hung like a fucking
horse."

"Yeah, you like that big dick, don't you? You like to play with it, don't
you?"

"I, I wanna suck it." Now that he had finally admitted the truth, Carl
sank to his knees and started nuzzling around my groin. All I could think
as I watched him start to lick and suck at my dark purple cockhead was that
he had paid really close attention to the video he'd borrowed. He clearly
was not experienced, and he had to deal with the added challenge of coping
with a very large cock on his very first time, but he was an extremely
eager student. Almost instinctively, he knew how to nip at each sensitive
flap of skin, and how to tongue my cockhead. I knew there was no way he
was going to be able to deep-throat my entire length, at least on the first
try, but I was definitely willing to give him an A for effort. Carl seemed
to be freed from all inhibitions as he just went to town on my equipment.

Running my fingers through his dark hair, I held his face still as I
gently, carefully slid into and out of his stretched lips, using my cock
like a probe to plumb the depths of his hungry mouth. I couldn't see his
tongue as it skittered back and forth across my flesh, but I could feel it
just as intensely as if it had been made of sandpaper. It's an
understatement to say that I, we, were turned on. We were becoming a
bonfire of raw, masculine, sexual energy as we rubbed our bodies together,
heating up like two sticks that were nearing combustion.

The blow job was great, but ultimately I had other plans. Slowly,
deliciously, I eased myself out of Carl's mouth before reaching down and
pulling him up. Nuzzling a little against his neck, I whispered in his
ear. "Now for something completely different."

Turning him around, I stepped behind and grabbed his wrists, stretching his
arms up and planting his hands against the tiled wall as the spray of water
poured down on us. Now I was really in charge, and I started by just
savoring the contact between our bodies as I pressed my weight against his.
I could immediately feel him tense up a little. I knew that there was a
risk that he would lose his nerve if I immediately began to slide my cock
up and down in the crack of his ass, which was certainly what every fiber
of my being was telling me to do. My brain finally convinced me to slow
down a little bit, and I squatted down behind him and pried his cheeks
apart.

It was quite the beautiful sight. Thanks to a lifetime of sports and
physical work, his butt was made up of two wedges of solid muscle, split in
the middle by an extremely inviting crack. The puckered flesh of the hole
itself, fringed by short, dark hairs, had flushed to a dark purple. The
instant I touched it with my index finger, the powerful sphincter twitched
like it had just received an electric shock. Leaning forward, I brought
just the tip of my tongue into contact with this sexy target. A deep, low,
guttural moan escaped Carl's lips as he tried to make sense of what must
have been a completely new sensation. Wanting to really hook him, I held
my tongue perfectly still and allowed him to put me where it would do the
most good for him. He started by just sliding this way and that, dragging
his pucker back and forth across my outstretched tongue. Eventually,
though, he settled me right at his entrance and started to sag back against
me while his hole clenched open and shut. Poking gently through, my tongue
gained access to what had formerly been forbidden territory, but which now
was opening up in front of me, ready for conquering.

We kept this up for awhile, but eventually my cock started to win the
argument with my brain. It was time to see what Carl was really made of.
By now he was basically putty in my hands, and there was not a hint of
resistance when I led him over to one of the lounge chairs. He lay back,
his body on display and ripe for the taking. As I positioned myself over
him, I saw that his eyes were absolutely glued to my giant erection, which
floated in mid-air between us, and I wasted no time retrieving the lube
from the pocket of my shorts. Pushing his legs back, I smeared a copious
amount of the cool, slick fluid across his pucker, enabling me to poke
first one finger through, followed soon by a second. He was clearly tight
as a drum, but my fingers didn't seem to be much of a challenge. I don't
know if my rimming had excited enough of a craving in him that he would
just will himself to accommodate anything that I offered; I supposed that I
would find out soon enough.

And find out I did. By now I had exactly one thing on my mind, so I was in
no mood to waste any more time on unnecessary foreplay. As soon as I
thought I could get away with it, I pulled out my fingers, placed my
cockhead at his entrance, and slowly poked through. I paused, parked just
inside, and watched as he slowly exhaled and every muscle and vein on his
body came to attention, standing out in sharp relief. His fireplug cock,
which had turned a dark purple, bucked and jumped. In reality, I suppose
that nothing could have prepared him for the sensation of his first fuck,
because there is just nothing comparable he could have experienced, not
even the sensation from working himself over with the butt plug. The
feeling of being under a man, in the company of another man, a man who knew
exactly what he is going to do, and why, is one of a kind.

The sensation was intense as I slowly pushed in deeper. As more and more
of my cock was buried inside of his ass, I started to lose my focus, the
line between his body and mine blurring. It was even a bit of a surprise
when I bottomed out, unable to probe any deeper. I think that, in some
deep recess of my mind, I had assumed that I wouldn't stop until we had
fused into one. Very deliberately I pulled almost all the way back out,
only to start it all over again. I can't speak for Carl, but for me this
was raw fucking at its best. I realize now that I had started to get
worked up the very first time I'd seen him, and our poolside fun and games
from a few weeks before had just whetted my appetite.

As I drilled his ass, the world, the universe, shrank down to just a few
cubic feet of sweaty, glistening flesh that knows nothing but pure,
unadulterated pleasure. God, it was great. I know that I wanted to
remember every twist and turn, every bump, every nook and cranny, but all I
can recall now is the sensation of holding myself just on the verge of an
orgasm for the longest time imaginable, and then some. I was so turned on,
my nerves so jangled, that just stepping one millimeter over that mental
line would have been all that it took. I'd say that it was torture to hold
myself back, except that I enjoyed every minute of it.

It goes without saying that Carl, due to his inexperience, was a whole lot
less disciplined than me. There was just no way he was going to be able to
control when he shot his load; when his nuts were ready to give it up, it
was going to blow. And I could see it coming from a mile away. Heavy
breathing, chest flushed a deep red, nipples hard as rocks, balls pulling
up into shooting position, and then here comes the first spray, and then
he's just firing it. My dick felt like it was in a vise as his powerful
muscles just bore down on me, holding me deep inside. Watching him fall
deep into the abyss of what was clearly an unbelievably intense orgasm was
all that I needed to push me in after him.

We just lay there for a few minutes afterward, still coupled together.
Occasionally I shifted my weight just a bit, creating just a hint of
friction between my cock and the sheath that surrounded it. Carl didn't
seem to mind. Finally, though, I slowly eased out of him.

"So welcome to the neighborhood," I said.

"No kidding. Now I see why you're Michael's favorite neighbor."

I laughed. "We're really friendly on this block. In fact, why don't you
keep the key. You never know when you're going to have to come over and
borrow something."

A poet once said that good fences make good neighbors. I think that Carl
and I showed that summer that the fences really aren't necessary.

 

[BlondHunk]

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such
materials, or if reading such materials is contrary to the law in your
jurisdiction, please go no further.

Part Two

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I didn't see much of Carl over the two weeks that followed our initial
poolside encounter. I don't think that he was really avoiding me, and I
certainly wasn't avoiding him, but our paths just did not seem to cross
except for an occasional wave as he drove off to work. Even so, I knew
that there was a risk that he might be a little shy about making the first
move after what had happened, so I finally marched over to ask him to watch
my place and bring in the paper and mail while I was away on a camping
trip. I could have just stopped delivery of the mail and the paper, but I
wanted a pretext to talk to him, to demonstrate that things were still cool
between us.

"Sure, no problem," Carl replied after I explained that I would be gone for
four nights. "You need me to watch Orson too?" he asked, referring to my
chocolate Lab.

"Nah, that mutt'd kill me if I left him here when I was up in the mountains
with my other best buds."

Carl laughed as he ran his hand across his furry belly. "I can't say I'd
blame him. Say, you want a beer?"

Looking at him, clad only in a pair of low-riding jeans and no sign of
skivvies, I was tempted. Reluctantly, however, I declined. "I'd like to,
but I've really got to get my gear organized. We're supposed to roll at
5:00 AM. So here's a key to the front door, and here's the key to the pool
zone. Feel free to use it as much as you want. The pool guy'll be here on
Monday afternoon to take care of the chemicals, but you'll probably be at
work when he shows up."

With that, I was off. I frankly didn't think a great deal about Carl over
the next couple of days; we were having a great time in the great outdoors,
living the rugged outdoor life, roughing it with plenty of Gore-tex and
titanium gear. Our little expeditionary unit was cruising along just fine
until the next to last morning, when my buddy Frank took a very bad spill
while we were doing some rock scrambling. He wasn't badly hurt, but as far
as the camping trip was concerned, it was game over. Fortunately, we were
close to the trailhead, so we were able to get him back out without too
much grief. Unfortunately, though, our sojourn in the mountains was going
to be slightly abbreviated. Driving back, I considered calling Carl to let
him know that I'd be coming back a day early, but I decided to surprise him
instead. You never know, I thought. Maybe I'll find a naked man in my
pool.

I pulled back in around 4:00 in the afternoon, so I didn't really expect to
find Carl home from work yet. I parked in the garage, put Orson in the
back yard, and went inside to check on the house. Nobody was around, but,
judging from the pile of mail and newspapers on the kitchen counter, Carl
had been faithfully executing his duties. I started flipping through
envelopes, but came to my senses when I realized I stank to high heaven.
Four days without a shower leaves a man, or at least this man, plenty ripe.

The moment I entered my bedroom I realized that someone else had been in
there. The bed covers clearly revealed the phantom impression of a single
body. I have a television and DVD player against the wall opposite the
bed, and the drawer containing my DVDs was open just a hair. I looked
inside, and everything at first appeared to be there, but the porn had
clearly been rearranged. On closer inspection I realized that one porn
title was missing. It stood to reason that someone had been watching my
movies, and I had a pretty good idea of that person's identity.

As I was taking off my clothes so I could shower, it occurred to me to
check in my nightstand drawer, where I keep lube and a couple of grown-up
toys. A quick scan revealed that I was missing a butt plug and a small
bottle of lube. Hmm. I would say that this was getting curioser and
curioser, except that the meaning of it all was pretty clear. Carl had
clearly taken advantage of my absence to have quite the solo party, and he
had apparently wanted to play some more at home. My guess was that he was
planning to sneak the missing stuff back to where it belonged before I got
home, but I had faked him out, completely by accident. I suppose that I
could have been upset by this invasion of my privacy; but in reality I was
turned on.

I quickly showered and put on some clean clothes, and then I went down to
the kitchen to make myself something to eat. All the while I was pondering
how to play the situation. Just thinking about Carl, watching gay porn and
jerking off in my own bed, and maybe poking his virgin ass with a lubed up
butt plug, caused me to spring quite the boner, and I had some fun in the
shower yanking my crank, though being extra careful not to shoot my load.
I wanted to hold on to all of my juice for whatever might transpire later
that evening.

So there I was, standing at the island in my kitchen, eating a sandwich and
drinking a beer, when I heard a key slide into the front door lock. I
padded out to the foyer just as Carl entered. The expression on his face
really was priceless, and it can be summed up in one word. Busted.

"Eric, you're home," he said, pitifully stating the obvious.

"I am?" I replied playfully. "Oh, yeah, I suppose I am. Our trip got cut
short by a little medical emergency. My buddy Frank fell on his hard head,
but he'll be OK. By the way, thanks for keeping an eye on everything. The
house doesn't look any worse for wear. You want a beer?"

"Uh, OK." Carl put the fanny pack he was carrying on the floor and
nervously took the cool bottle and tilted it back, allowing the amber
liquid to flow into his suddenly parched throat. "So, did you guys have a
good time?"

"Fuck yeah. There's just nothing better than being out in the great
outdoors with some good buds and your dog. Any trouble around here?"

"Not that I noticed."

"Well that's good. We're so isolated down here, I always worry a little
bit about leaving the place. I really appreciate you keeping an eye on
it." I took a swig of my beer and studied Carl for a second. Just
standing there, thinking about how I'd like to yank down his shorts and
pull off his T-shirt, was giving me a pretty good start on a major league
boner. Looking down and seeing his pack on the floor, I realized that must
be where the pilfered merchandise was, and an idea quickly hatched.

"Say, is that one of those Mountainsmith lumbar packs?" I asked. "I've
always been tempted to buy one of those. You like it?"

"Uh, yeah, it's great."

"Do you mind if I take a look?"

A look of panic flashed across Carl's face as he frantically tried to think
of a sensible reason why I couldn't look at his bag. Apparently unable to
come up with anything, he just miserably nodded his head. Now, to be
completely honest, I was kind of enjoying messing with his head, and I made
a show of very carefully examining the bag before making my move to unzip
one of the compartments. At that point I guess he just couldn't take it
anymore.

"Look, Eric, I, uh, borrowed some stuff while you were gone. I hope you
don't mind."

"What stuff?"

"Oh, a DVD, and a couple of other things. They're in the bag. I was going
to bring them back tonight."

"Well, let's have a look." I unzipped the bag, reached in, and fished out
the DVD first. "Hmm, good choice. That's one of my favorites." Reaching
back in I grabbed the lube and the butt plug. "Now what do we have here?"
I winked at him. "You're lucky I don't mind sharing my toys."

"I'm sorry, man. I shouldn't have gotten into your shit."

I took another swig of my beer. "Apology accepted. Just ask next time."
I held up the butt plug. "And keep in mind that you don't need to settle
for this. I'd always be happy to give you the real thing, anytime,
anyplace."

The silence was electric. Carl just stood there for a long minute, clearly
digesting what I had said, before he cleared his throat. "Were you
thinking about going for a swim?" he asked.

"Man, you must be reading my mind."

I followed Carl out, taking care to grab the bottle of lube and slip it
into my pocket. Once out on the patio, we both started stripping off our
clothes.

"I gotta jump in the shower first. I just got home from work," Carl said.
Even though I was clean as a whistle, I followed him under the spray of
water.

Carl quickly lathered up and, as he was rinsing off, turned to face me,
putting his jutting erection on display. That was all the encouragement I
needed. Reaching out, I grabbed him by his beefy biceps and pulled him
toward me, causing my own hard-on to knock against his. The feeling of
contact between our rigid organs was truly eye opening, and it impelled me
to take a chance and put my mouth on his. He resisted just a bit at first,
but as my tongue pushed through his lips, he just opened up and gave in to
every sensation and craving that had been dormant so long.

While we kissed under the spray of the water, my hands traveled up and down
his torso, and across his muscled chest. He groaned audibly when I began
to lightly flick his hard nipples, and he began to explore my body as well,
tentatively at first, but then with a greater degree of confidence. I
glanced down and saw that his hand was actually shaking as he grasped my
cock for the first time and stroked up and down my shaft. I was leaking
precum like a faucet, which enabled him to slick up the full length of my
prick. Frankly, I don't think I'd been that hard in years, and every vein
stood out in stark relief. I had to will myself to keep things under
control when he squeezed our two cocks together, pumping and sliding them
against each other, my huge pole and his fat prong.

Carl's eyes were half-closed as he jerked us together. "Fuck, Eric, you're
cock feels so fucking awesome against mine. You're hung like a fucking
horse."

"Yeah, you like that big dick, don't you? You like to play with it, don't
you?"

"I, I wanna suck it." Now that he had finally admitted the truth, Carl
sank to his knees and started nuzzling around my groin. All I could think
as I watched him start to lick and suck at my dark purple cockhead was that
he had paid really close attention to the video he'd borrowed. He clearly
was not experienced, and he had to deal with the added challenge of coping
with a very large cock on his very first time, but he was an extremely
eager student. Almost instinctively, he knew how to nip at each sensitive
flap of skin, and how to tongue my cockhead. I knew there was no way he
was going to be able to deep-throat my entire length, at least on the first
try, but I was definitely willing to give him an A for effort. Carl seemed
to be freed from all inhibitions as he just went to town on my equipment.

Running my fingers through his dark hair, I held his face still as I
gently, carefully slid into and out of his stretched lips, using my cock
like a probe to plumb the depths of his hungry mouth. I couldn't see his
tongue as it skittered back and forth across my flesh, but I could feel it
just as intensely as if it had been made of sandpaper. It's an
understatement to say that I, we, were turned on. We were becoming a
bonfire of raw, masculine, sexual energy as we rubbed our bodies together,
heating up like two sticks that were nearing combustion.

The blow job was great, but ultimately I had other plans. Slowly,
deliciously, I eased myself out of Carl's mouth before reaching down and
pulling him up. Nuzzling a little against his neck, I whispered in his
ear. "Now for something completely different."

Turning him around, I stepped behind and grabbed his wrists, stretching his
arms up and planting his hands against the tiled wall as the spray of water
poured down on us. Now I was really in charge, and I started by just
savoring the contact between our bodies as I pressed my weight against his.
I could immediately feel him tense up a little. I knew that there was a
risk that he would lose his nerve if I immediately began to slide my cock
up and down in the crack of his ass, which was certainly what every fiber
of my being was telling me to do. My brain finally convinced me to slow
down a little bit, and I squatted down behind him and pried his cheeks
apart.

It was quite the beautiful sight. Thanks to a lifetime of sports and
physical work, his butt was made up of two wedges of solid muscle, split in
the middle by an extremely inviting crack. The puckered flesh of the hole
itself, fringed by short, dark hairs, had flushed to a dark purple. The
instant I touched it with my index finger, the powerful sphincter twitched
like it had just received an electric shock. Leaning forward, I brought
just the tip of my tongue into contact with this sexy target. A deep, low,
guttural moan escaped Carl's lips as he tried to make sense of what must
have been a completely new sensation. Wanting to really hook him, I held
my tongue perfectly still and allowed him to put me where it would do the
most good for him. He started by just sliding this way and that, dragging
his pucker back and forth across my outstretched tongue. Eventually,
though, he settled me right at his entrance and started to sag back against
me while his hole clenched open and shut. Poking gently through, my tongue
gained access to what had formerly been forbidden territory, but which now
was opening up in front of me, ready for conquering.

We kept this up for awhile, but eventually my cock started to win the
argument with my brain. It was time to see what Carl was really made of.
By now he was basically putty in my hands, and there was not a hint of
resistance when I led him over to one of the lounge chairs. He lay back,
his body on display and ripe for the taking. As I positioned myself over
him, I saw that his eyes were absolutely glued to my giant erection, which
floated in mid-air between us, and I wasted no time retrieving the lube
from the pocket of my shorts. Pushing his legs back, I smeared a copious
amount of the cool, slick fluid across his pucker, enabling me to poke
first one finger through, followed soon by a second. He was clearly tight
as a drum, but my fingers didn't seem to be much of a challenge. I don't
know if my rimming had excited enough of a craving in him that he would
just will himself to accommodate anything that I offered; I supposed that I
would find out soon enough.

And find out I did. By now I had exactly one thing on my mind, so I was in
no mood to waste any more time on unnecessary foreplay. As soon as I
thought I could get away with it, I pulled out my fingers, placed my
cockhead at his entrance, and slowly poked through. I paused, parked just
inside, and watched as he slowly exhaled and every muscle and vein on his
body came to attention, standing out in sharp relief. His fireplug cock,
which had turned a dark purple, bucked and jumped. In reality, I suppose
that nothing could have prepared him for the sensation of his first fuck,
because there is just nothing comparable he could have experienced, not
even the sensation from working himself over with the butt plug. The
feeling of being under a man, in the company of another man, a man who knew
exactly what he is going to do, and why, is one of a kind.

The sensation was intense as I slowly pushed in deeper. As more and more
of my cock was buried inside of his ass, I started to lose my focus, the
line between his body and mine blurring. It was even a bit of a surprise
when I bottomed out, unable to probe any deeper. I think that, in some
deep recess of my mind, I had assumed that I wouldn't stop until we had
fused into one. Very deliberately I pulled almost all the way back out,
only to start it all over again. I can't speak for Carl, but for me this
was raw fucking at its best. I realize now that I had started to get
worked up the very first time I'd seen him, and our poolside fun and games
from a few weeks before had just whetted my appetite.

As I drilled his ass, the world, the universe, shrank down to just a few
cubic feet of sweaty, glistening flesh that knows nothing but pure,
unadulterated pleasure. God, it was great. I know that I wanted to
remember every twist and turn, every bump, every nook and cranny, but all I
can recall now is the sensation of holding myself just on the verge of an
orgasm for the longest time imaginable, and then some. I was so turned on,
my nerves so jangled, that just stepping one millimeter over that mental
line would have been all that it took. I'd say that it was torture to hold
myself back, except that I enjoyed every minute of it.

It goes without saying that Carl, due to his inexperience, was a whole lot
less disciplined than me. There was just no way he was going to be able to
control when he shot his load; when his nuts were ready to give it up, it
was going to blow. And I could see it coming from a mile away. Heavy
breathing, chest flushed a deep red, nipples hard as rocks, balls pulling
up into shooting position, and then here comes the first spray, and then
he's just firing it. My dick felt like it was in a vise as his powerful
muscles just bore down on me, holding me deep inside. Watching him fall
deep into the abyss of what was clearly an unbelievably intense orgasm was
all that I needed to push me in after him.

We just lay there for a few minutes afterward, still coupled together.
Occasionally I shifted my weight just a bit, creating just a hint of
friction between my cock and the sheath that surrounded it. Carl didn't
seem to mind. Finally, though, I slowly eased out of him.

"So welcome to the neighborhood," I said.

"No kidding. Now I see why you're Michael's favorite neighbor."

I laughed. "We're really friendly on this block. In fact, why don't you
keep the key. You never know when you're going to have to come over and
borrow something."

A poet once said that good fences make good neighbors. I think that Carl
and I showed that summer that the fences really aren't necessary.

Next chapter please!

 

[greatguyinbuffalo]

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
consenting adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such
materials, or if reading such materials is contrary to the law in your
jurisdiction, please go no further.


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I was sorry to see Patty and Michael go. They had bought their house
across the street just a month or two after I had bought mine, so we all
settled into the neighborhood together. It didn't take long before we settled
into a familiar routine of summer cookouts, Monday Night football, and
taking care of each other's dogs when there was a need. Truly cool people.
Unfortunately, though, Patty got pregnant, and they decided that they were
going to need a larger house to go along with their larger family. What
they weren't ready to do, however, was to sell their old place.

"The lot's just too nice," Michael said one early summer evening as we sat
by my pool, drinking beers. "A dead end street, no neighbors but you, and
plenty of trees. Someday I'm going to knock our place down and build a
real house."

"Great," I replied. "Not only am I going to lose my neighbors, but I'm
going to get a renter, and then a construction site."

Michael laughed. "Don't worry about the renter. He's a great guy. When
he's not in Hawaii surfing, he works for a contractor friend of mine, doing
construction. Very laid back, and you'll be able to borrow whatever tools
you'll need from him."

I raised my eyebrows. "Any tools I need? Is that a promise?"

Michael snorted. "I won't even dignify that, big guy. And I won't tell
Carl you said it."

"Please don't ," I said jokingly. "I might get a reputation around the
neighborhood."

Once I got my first look at Carl, though, I almost wished that my old
friend had said something to him, to plant a seed of an idea. My new
neighbor was tanned, solidly built, and didn't appear to like wearing
shirts very much. Whether he was unloading groceries from his pickup,
shooting arrows at the target he'd set up in the front lawn, sitting on the
porch talking on the phone, or retrieving the mail, he almost never wore a
shirt. And the view was enough to make me want to get a closer look, which
is exactly what I did one morning, when he was out washing his pickup
truck.

"Hey there," I called out as I walked to the end of the driveway to grab
the newspaper, maybe two weeks after Carl moved in. "I'm Eric. I'm sure
Michael and Patty told you that I'm their favorite neighbor."

"Name's Carl," he said, walking over and extending his hand. "And aren't
you my only neighbor?"

"You do have a point there," I said as I shook Carl's hand. "One of the
joys of living on a short dead-end street. So, you all settled in?"

Carl started talking, but I don't think I was hearing very much. Just like
any other red-blooded gay man, I was checking out his fat biceps, his
oh-so-chewable nipples, and his furry belly, and I was trying to figure out
whether he was going commando under his low-riding jeans. It sure looked
that way. I had to will myself to remain calm when he reached up to run
his hand through his short-cropped, chestnut brown hair, giving me a heady
whiff of man-smell from his hairy pit. God, what a bone raiser he was, and
before long I realized I was going to have to excuse myself so that I could
go jack off.

"Well, I guess I'd better go start my day," I said, hoping my hard-on
wasn't too noticeable. "I've got plenty to do this weekend."

"See you around," Carl replied.

I skedaddled back to my house, and before long was pulling on my hard
eight-incher. As I worked my foreskin back and forth over my cockhead, I
wondered what kind of cock he had. My guess was that it was very fat,
probably cut, and plenty ready to rise to any occasion. The only question
was whether he realized everything he could do with his equipment, or maybe
more accurately everything his horny neighbor could do with it.

It would be an understatement to say that, over the next two or three
weeks, I kept an eye on my new neighbor's house. I work out of a home
office, so very little escaped my surveillance. Carl's routine during the
week was pretty predictable. Out of the house at 7:00 am, dressed in
shorts, a t-shirt, and work boots. Back around 4:00, minus the t-shirt.
Messing around a little in the yard until 6:00, drinking a beer or two, and
then some television until 10:00. Weekends he didn't appear to be around
much, and I have to say that my heart sank a little one Sunday afternoon
when I was out doing yard work, and he came home wearing the same clothes
he'd had on when he went out the night before. Carl must have gotten
lucky, at least judging by the smile on his face when he waved at me. Not
missing a beat with the lawnmower, I waved back.

Maybe thirty minutes later, he was out pushing a lawnmower himself,
apparently fulfilling his obligation to maintain the property for Michael
and Patty. The two of us each worked in our separate yards for maybe
another hour. I was taking some bags of hedge trimmings to the curb just
as he shut the mower off.

"Hey Eric, how's it hanging?" Carl called out.

"Hot," I answered. "I'm about ready to go jump in the pool."

"Yeah, Michael and Patty told me you've got a nice setup back there."

"It's a bit of a pain to take care of, but it's worth it on an afternoon
like this." I paused for a second. "Feel free to come over if you'd like
to take a dip."

"You mean now?"

"Sure."

Carl paused to think for only a few seconds. "You know, I think I'll take
you up on that. Just let me go dig out a suit."

I willed my voice to sound very casual. "Well, suit yourself, so to speak.
I usually don't even bother with a suit unless it's mixed company. One of
the advantages of having a really tall fence."

Carl looked a little nervous at my impromptu challenge, but he ended up
following me into my backyard, sans suit.

"Wow, this is fantastic," he said as he took in the tropical paradise
spread out in front of us, which included not just the pool but also a
Jacuzzi and a two head outdoor shower.

"Thanks. It cost a fortune to build, but I almost live out here in the
summer. If you don't mind, could you jump under the shower before going
into the pool? I'd rather not have all of the grass clippings and dirt go
into the filter."

"No problem."

In a flash we had both stripped off our clothes and were rinsing off under
the cool spray. I tried not to be too obvious as I checked him out, but I
couldn't help sneaking peeks at his milky white, hard muscled buttocks and
his short, squat dick, which jutted out from his dense pubes. His body was
pretty much as I had imagined, except for his truly enormous balls. This
boy had quite the sack of nuts.

We horsed around in the pool for maybe thirty minutes before I suggested
that I go get us some beers. I realized that I was hanging pretty heavy
and thick when I hauled myself out of the water, but I just hoped that Carl
wouldn't get freaked out by the sight of a semi-hard dick. By the time I
got back with the drinks and some snacks, Carl had gotten out of the water
himself, and was stretched out on a lounge chair, making no effort to cover
himself up.

The two of us drank our beers and shot the breeze , talking about nothing
in particular, for maybe twenty minutes before there was a lull in the
conversation. Finally, Carl cleared his throat.

"So, Michael mentioned that you're gay."

"That would be a true statement," I replied.

Carl cleared his throat again. "You know, I don't think I've ever known a
gay guy."

I laughed. "Carl, I have to say that would really surprise me. My guess
is you've known plenty of gay guys, but you just didn't realize it."

We were both quiet for a couple of minutes, before Carl once again broke
the silence.

"So, have you ever slept with a woman?"

"Actually, a couple, back when I was younger. I just happen to prefer
guys. They sure as hell give better blow jobs." I decided to take a
chance. "Just think about it. A guy is going to know way more about what
to do with your dick than some chick who's afraid she might swallow
something. Just imagine the best blow job you've ever had, and multiply it
by ten."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my words were having their
intended effect. Carl was quite clearly thinking about the best blowjob
he'd ever had, at least judging by the hard-on that he was rapidly
developing, and just the sight of his fat, fireplug dick was enough to make
me spring a major boner, which I made no effort to hide. Ready to find out
which way we were going, I stood up, and Carl looked over at me, his eyes
coming to rest on my large, uncut piece of meat.

"So, you want another beer?" I asked. "Or maybe you need something else?"

My neighbor looked a little nervous, but he gave me a little grin. "Maybe
you should tell me what I need."

That was all the signal I needed. Trying to maintain my cool, I stepped
over to Carl's lounge chair and squatted down. Grasping his thick tool, I
looked up into his eyes and smiled.

"Why don't I show you what you need?"

Leaning down, I extended my tongue until just the tip made contact with the
little flap of skin on the underside of his dick, where his helmet-shaped
head met his thick shaft. The taste was just awesome, especially when a
pearl of clear precum dripped down onto my tongue. Very slowly I began to
tongue around the ridge of flesh, teasing and probing as I explored. I
have to admit that it was a bit of a struggle for me to stay calm, given
the situation. There I was, being given carte blanche to do what I wanted
with a nominally straight guy's dick. Not to mention that he was one of
the hottest, butchest pieces of meat that I'd had in a long time. I
decided that the only way I was going to hold it together was to focus on
the task at hand, namely giving this guy the blowjob of a lifetime.

I pulled out all of the stops. First I'm licking up and down the shaft,
then I'm nipping at the head, then I'm sucking his balls, then I'm chewing
my way up and down his twitching prick, then I've got him buried so deep
his pubes are tickling my nose, and my lips are sliding up and down while
my tongue rasps like sandpaper over every square inch of overheated flesh.
There was just no way Carl could defend himself against this treatment, and
before long he was spreading his legs wide and moaning like a bitch in
heat. The sheer excitement of making this stud feel things he'd never felt
before made me so excited that I knew that I didn't dare touch my own cock,
or I'd shoot in an instant. I had to be super-careful that I didn't push
him over the edge prematurely, either. I wasn't sure how long this would
last, but I knew that I wanted to keep it going as long as possible.

I think that I kept him right on the edge of shooting his load for maybe
fifteen minutes. Whenever I felt him start to tense up, or his giant balls
started to tighten up, I'd ease off just enough to bring the pressure down a
notch. Eventually he was almost whimpering, begging to get off. I have to
say that I've been in that position before, where your dick is so hard that
it hurts, and your balls are so pumped up that you feel like they might
explode if you don't cum. It's almost torture, except that it feels so
fucking awesome, and you know that finally shooting your nut is going to be
Christmas, the Fourth of July, and New Year's Eve all rolled into one.

I had a plan. My neighbor was going to cum on my timetable, in my way.
This butch mother fucker was going to cum with his cock sliding up against
mine, while I was squirting my own load over his furry belly. He was going
to cum when I was good and ready to cum, and Jesus H. Christ, after sucking
on his fat prick for fifteen minutes, I was ready to cum.

Feeling his heavy balls start to tighten up once again, I pulled off of his
cock and straddled his hips. Grasping my cock tightly against his, I began
to slide my giant hard-on up and down against his. The sudden shift of
sensations clearly startled Carl; he'd grown accustomed to being buried in
my mouth, and the feel of hot dickflesh on hot dickflesh must have been a
shock. Judging by the look on his face, though, and the way his balls were
pulling up into a tight, hard package, the shift in the action had not
derailed my neighbor's impending orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," he groaned as a first fine spray of cum droplets
squirted out of his prick. That was all I needed to see. Powerful muscles
deep in my groin began to contract, pumping what felt like a gallon of cum
out of my balls and into my dick. I was going to cum, and I was going to
cum big. There was no time for a warning as I literally began to hose down
Carl's entire torso, adding my sperm to the milky fluid that he had just
deposited. Thick rivulets of semen flowed across his rippling muscles.

"Fuck, yeah," I cried as I savored the afterglow of a truly fine orgasm.
"Welcome to the fucking neighborhood."

Carl grinned up at me. "This is definitely something that Michael never
told me to expect when I signed the lease. He said you were a good
neighbor, but apparently I didn't really know what that meant."

I reached down to squeeze his cock. "Oh, I can be a better neighbor than
this. You can take my word for it." Or maybe I'll have the opportunity to
show you, I thought to myself.

But that would be another story.

Fucking hot!!! Got me shooting my load, wishing I was sucking his cock