Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between
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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.
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.
