Date: Fri, 12 May 2000 17:47:06 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Just being neighborly - Chap 11

WARNING!  This story contains graphic depictions of sexual
activity between consenting adult males.  If you are
offended by such material, read no further.   Also, if you
are under legal age, in a state or community where such
material is prohibited by law, or there is any other reason
you shouldn't be reading this.. Don't!

Oh yes, I should also tell you that this is a work of
fiction and imagination and any resemblance to any real life
persons or events is purely coincidental, etc. etc. etc.


Just Being Neighborly.  -  Chapter 11


It had been over two weeks since John and I had been
together over at the "Chuck wagon".  We hadn't been together
since.  Oh, sure, we were `together' a number of times -- on
walks or at one another's house - but always with our wives,
so we hadn't had any time alone since that Saturday morning.
Of course, we managed a few touches as we rounded a corner,
passed through a doorway at the same time, or such, but
there hadn't been any chance to really hold each other.  But
that Wednesday night was going to be different.

John and Julie were to come over to our house that night,
and I had done some planning.  There was no way I was going
to allow another 24 hours to pass without feeling my lover's
lips on mine and feeling his strong arms wrapped around me.

The last couple of times they were at our house, "the girls"
ended up in the sewing room, playing with Rache's "toys",
and John and I had to sit quietly in the family room or
stand around in the sewing room making approving sounds to
whatever they were doing.  Even `alone' in the other room we
never knew when one of the wives would come bounding out of
their session with a "prize" to show-off to us, and we  were
not going to risk any chance of getting started with
anything and, perhaps, becoming careless and being
discovered. so we didn't do much except talk and wish.

But not tonight.. Not if I could help it!!

While my wife was busy cleaning up from dinner, I went
outside "to clean out those damn gutters again".  I put the
ladder up to the back wall and then climbed up and turned
off the motion-detector for the rear flood lights.  For
tonight at least, should someone (?) walk out onto the deck
in the dark, the place won't get lighted up like a movie
set!  While I was there I brought several cement patio
blocks up from under the steps onto the deck and stacked
them by the railing near the gate to the  hot tub area.

Then I went inside and headed for our bedroom to "get
comfortable".  I put on an old, loose t-shirt with a pair of
cut-off sweat pants (size XL) and my sneakers.  Then I went
into the sewing room, picked up a seam ripper, and went into
the bathroom.  When I had closed the door, I took off the
shorts and carefully opened the seam in the rear crotch.
They were baggy enough that when I put them back on and
stood up, they folded in on themselves, so you didn't see
the opening.  Then, just for good measure, I put some
lubricating lotion into the crack between my ass cheeks.  I
was now "loaded for bear".

It seemed like hours until I hear the knock on the front
door.  "I'll get it.  It's probably them." I called out to
my wife, who had gone into the family room to do the last-
minute straightening.

When I opened the door, the sight of him standing there made
my knees go weak.  "Hey, c'mon in. Rache's in the family
room.  Go on back."  John opened the screen door and held it
for Julie to walk through, then followed behind her.  Her
attention was, of course, focused on getting through the
living and dining rooms and into the family room, so, as
John passed me, I reached out and ran my hand down his back,
hesitating slightly as it passed down and off his ass.  He
turned and smiled back at me as we followed his wife through
the rooms.  "Just wait," I whispered.  He looked back at me
with a quizzical expression.

My wife offered coffee or tea . or soda, if preferred . and
went to get it.  Julie, of course, said, "Here, let me
help," and followed her into the kitchen.  John turned and
looked at me, again with that quizzical look.

"You'll find out shortly," I said under my breath, just
loudly enough for him to hear, but no one else.  "Just
wait," I repeated.

Julie came back in with tea for John and me and said, "Rache
and I are going in to the `toy room'.  Why don't you guys
watch some tv."

"Sure.  We'll find something to keep us out of trouble." I
replied.  "Yeah, right, " I thought to myself.

As soon as she was out the door, I got up and walked over to
the door going out to the deck.  "C'mon" I whispered over my
shoulder.

John stood and looked back through the door toward the
kitchen.  We could hear our wives talking as they walked
down the hall to the sewing room.  When they were all the
way into the room, he came over to the door and we stepped
out onto the deck.

"Hey, the lights didn't come on," he said as he walked over
to the railing overlooking the hot tub (where we had our
earlier episode several weeks ago).

"I know," I replied, "I took care of that earlier."

"My, aren't we full of surprises!"

"Just hold onto your hat, lover boy, there are more to
come."

"Well, you just come over here, .`lover boy' yourself."  He
said as he reached out toward me.

I almost ran to get into those incredible, enveloping arms.
Oh, how wonderful it felt, as he held me close to him and
bent forward to kiss me.  The feel of his arms around me,
the feel of his lips on mine, the feel of his breath as it
warmed my face under his nose.  How I had missed it!

I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him tightly to
me, sliding my hands down his back to cup under his
delightful buttox and lift him against me.  It didn't take
long to feel the response I was hoping for.  I could feel
him growing and pulsing between us.  "Keep one eye open and
on the door.  That's all it takes."

"What door?  Who cares about any damn door?"

"We both do.  Remember?  Remember our agreement."

"I do.  I do.  .and I'm not going to blow it . although
there might be something else for me to blow around here."

"Play your cards right, and you might just get lucky, you
overheated sex-fiend. . Move over a minute," I said softly
as I managed to push my way between him and the railing,
stepping up onto the patio blocks I had put there earlier.
"Now come stand against my back, and hold me,."

He moved around behind me and pressed himself to me from my
knees to my shoulders.  With that few extra inches from the
patio blocks, my ass was just level with the fly of his
jeans.  He noticed it right away and started to rub against
me.  "My goodness, is this another one of your surprises?"

"That's number two, I guess.  Let's see how this goes, and
maybe then I'll show you number three."

"Oh..??..  you have another surprise to come?"

"Just be patient," I replied as I turned my head over my
right shoulder and he leaned forward to kiss me.  He only
kissed my lips briefly, then started to work his lips and
tongue down the side of my neck and back up to my ear.

With his lips right next to my ear he whispered, "this is
nice.you feel so good to me," and he started to run his lips
and tongue back down my neck to my shoulder.  At the same
time, he began to rub his hands up and down my chest,
stopping every now and then to tweak one nipple or the
other.  I backed myself tighter against him.  This time, as
his hands passed my nipples, he stopped and rubbed and
pinched lightly, bringing them both to full erection,
matching what was already going on further down in front.
I backed up more against him and rubbed his pulsing shaft
with my butt cheeks.  He started to push against me and rub
in a slow, dry fuck.  I was getting more ready all the time.

After a few minutes of his kissing, massaging my nipples,
and rubbing against my butt crack, I was hot, horny, and
ready!!  I reached back and down between us, unbuttoned his
fly, and reached inside to grab and pull `the monster' out
of his pants.  But it was too long and I couldn't get it to
come out.  "Pull it out," I pleaded.  "Pull it out so I can
hold and feel it."

He stopped stroking my nipple with his right hand and
reached down and tried to pull it out through the opened fly
-- with about the same luck I had.  Finally, he reached down
with both hands and, using one, he pulled up on his
waistband, while he managed to get that incredible prick out
and into the night air with the other.

I grabbed hold of it with my right hand and stroked it
lightly.  I could feel the slick of his precum that had
already started to flow down over the head and onto the
underside of the shaft.  I moved my hand to cup the head and
massaged the slick juice over all of it.

"I'll give you an hour to stop that!" he whispered, ".except
I don't think I'd last an hour the way that feels!"

"If you think that feels good," I whispered back, ".hold
onto your hat!"

With that I pushed it down and forward, grasping it around
the shaft near the base, leaned slightly forward over the
rail to raise myself more toward him, and guided the head
into the crack of my ass.  Sure enough, it went right
through the opened seam and stopped dead center on my
intended target.

"There's `number three'," I said triumphantly.

"Wow!! When you plan ahead, you plan ahead, don't you.
That's great!  You'll tell me later how you set this all up,
but right now I'm going to shut up and start to enjoy!"   As
he pushed slightly forward and upward, I felt the pressure
of my sphincter's resistance to the intrusion.  This time I
pushed back very lightly and relaxed the muscles as much as
I could.  Then I felt the first twinge of pain as the
flowerlet began to open.

"Don't move," I whispered over my shoulder, "let me do it
for now."  I pushed back again, just a little harder than
before, and that time I felt the opening stretch and begin
to move over his cock head.  Another push, another stretch,
and slide, and it was in!!  I stopped and waited for the
pain to subside.  It's amazing that it could tighten up this
much in only a couple weeks, but as soon as that familiar
feeling took hold, there was no more pain and only a desire
to get more of him into me.

"Do it," I said, and I felt as he began to slowly push his
way further.  Inch by inch he slowly moved into me.  When he
was about half-way in, he stopped.  Then he moved backward
and retreated a couple inches before he again started to
move forward.  A couple more stops, abbreviated backouts,
and resumption of his inward gains and he was fully into
me.all the way to the hilt.  Damn had I missed that
incredible feeling of his manhood penetrated deep into my
insides.

"Ooooohh, that feels so good in there!  It's so tight and
warm.all the way to the top!" he moaned in my ear.

I imagined his steel-hard rod inside me, picturing the shiny
pink strawberry head, the redness inside the piss slit, and
the long, sleek shaft with its veins on top and piss tube
along the underside.  I straightened back up and grabbed the
railing with both hands for support.

His arms were back around my chest and his hands were again
exploring my front side from my nipples down to my crotch.
I leaned my head back and he again began to kiss my neck.  I
was back in heaven!  That's where that man always sent me!
It was almost beyond any description the way I felt.  A
small moan escaped through my lips and nose.  He answered
with a small hum against the point where my neck and
shoulder meet.

"Damn! You've got the sweetest ass in the county!  I could
fuck you all night, you know! .and you have no idea how much
I wish I could!!!"

Suddenly, my mind flashed back.  It was many years ago .
while I was still in high school . I had a boyfriend who
used to give it to me standing up like this.  We would go
into his garage and drop our jeans.  He would get behind me,
use some vaseline we kept there for just such occasions, and
then he would push himself up against me.  I would reach
down between my legs and guide the end of his cock to my
asshole and then push myself onto him.  He had about 7 wide
inches with a large, blunt head.  It didn't go in easily,
but with a little work, it would finally penetrate, and then
he would start to shag it like any horny 16-year-old.  It
usually only lasted a few minutes before he shot a load into
me, and there was nothing else but the fuck..no
pleasantries, no kissing, or anything.  Sometimes I would
keep my hand between my legs and put my fingers against the
hole where I could feel him sliding in and out of me.  That
was an extra stimulation to me as my imagination went to
work on what was happening.  Once he shot I would usually
make him keep it in there until I could jack myself to a
climax.  Then it was all over.  Bim, bam, thank you ma'am.

This was so much better.

Slowly he began to move in and out of me.  Each movement
sent a thrill up my spine and only made me want more.
Little by little he began to move and thrust harder and I
pushed myself farther down onto him and tried to spread my
hips to receive more and more of him.  I reached down and
pushed the front of my shorts down under my cock and balls
and began to stroke myself, matching his movements, but I
had to slow down before I went over the edge and finished
ahead of him.

My `auto-pilot' had now taken over.  I was pushing into him
with each of his upward thrusts and pulling slightly forward
on each retreat, working my sphincter and interior muscles
to grab and hold and stroke him with the velvety, soft glove
of my love tunnel.  It seemed to be working - for both of
us!!

"Oh, jesus!  Oh, yes!  OOOoooooohhhh, good god!  That's
sooooo good!" he whispered between his clenched teeth.

He was impaling himself with such force that at times I
thought he would send me over the rail and onto the hot tub
below.  I felt each blow like a trigger to some electrical
generator inside me!  He would jam himself into the deepest
parts of me, and I would explode with the sparks of an
electric welding arc.  It was like the 4th of July inside
me!!  My whole body was alive!!  I wanted more!! And more!!!

Now he was starting to show signs of being near his own
climax.  He was not pulling out as far.  He was using much
shorter, but much more rapid thrusts.  His right had came
down and pushed mine away from my cock so he could grab hold
of it.  He started stroking me in rhythm to his pounding.  I
grabbed hold of the railing again and I knew it wouldn't be
much longer.

"Hhhunnnhh!  Yesssss!  Oh, yesssss!   OOOOooooooooohhhh,
boy!   Here she cums!  It's gonna blow!  You ready!  Here it
cums!!  Nnnnnggggg!  Wwwwhhhhhhaaaaa!"  He was trying hard
not to call out loudly, but he needed to make sounds!
"Ohhhh!  Ooooooohhhh!!!  It's cummin'.  Now!  Now!  It's
cumin' out!  Take it, baby! Take it!"

"Ohhhhh, yesss!  I feel it, babe!  I feel it coming up the
tube!"  I really could feel it!  I don't know how, but I
knew that it was rushing thru that tube and was about to
explode into me.  Then I felt his rod jerk and felt the head
swell to where it felt as though it would rupture my
insides, and it hit!  Like hot cream it jetted into and
against my deepest recesses!  Again! And again! The jerk,
the swell, the fiery, hot liquid splashing into me.

Then my own spunk exploded up from my balls and a white
string of pearly liquid shot out through the railing and
splattered on the platform of the hot tub a full five feet
in front of me!  Two more shots fired and followed the first
out and down to the paving stones and sand.  Then another
two or three shots landed somewhere short of the original,
before it began to subside and the drops only oozed out over
his hand that still had its grip on me.

By now his thrusting had stopped and he was pushing tight
against me and moving his butt from side to side to empty
those last drops of his into me.

"Holy cow! Damn, was that good!  I really think it gets
better every time we do it.   I could do this all night and
every night," he spoke softly into my ear.

"I wish you could," I whispered back over my shoulder.

He shook off the last drops that were still hanging on at
the end of my cock, and reached under with his thumbs to
pull the waist of my shorts back up and over my now
softening manhood.  Then he again encircled me with his arms
and held me to him, keeping himself imbedded in and tight
against me.

We stood that way for several minutes until I felt him
become completely soft inside me.  Finally, he pulled back
and, as he exited, the cloth of my shorts fell back into
place, concealing the opening through which he had give me
so much pleasure.  He took a handkerchief out of his pocket
and wiped himself off, and then tucked himself back into his
jeans and buttoned them.

He came around and stood beside me leaning on the railing.
"You had this all planned, didn't you?"

"As they used to say. `you bet your sweet bippie, I did'." I
replied.  "And what a `bippie' you've got, `big boy'!  Wanna
give me some more `bippie'?"

"Ye-ah, I'd love to give you some more `bippie'. but I think
we would be missed if we tried any more tonight."

"Your right on that one.  Let's go see what `the girls' are
up to."

....

"Where were you?" his wife asked as we walked up to the
sewing room.  "I looked in before and didn't see you in the
family room.  I guessed you had gone out on the deck."

"Yep, we were standing out there talking.  It's such a
beautiful night out, we just stood there chatting.and time
just flew by."  I answered her.  "We need more quiet nights
to just relax and breath in the fresh air and drop all the
stress from the week."

"Well that night air must have done you both good.  You've
both got a real glow about you."

"I think we can agree to that.  I feel really rejuvenated.
..How much longer you ladies going to be hiding back here?"

"Oh, we're just about done.  We'll join you in the family
room in a couple minutes."

"Okay."

As we walked back, I turned to John and, speaking very low,
repeated what was just said, ".a real glow., hunh?    If
they only knew how - and where - we're glowing!"

"And good timing, too," he added.  "I can hardly wait to try
that again!  But first you'll have to come over to my house,
and we'll see what I can arrange."

"That's a date.  And one I am really looking forward to. ..
Can you believe this all started just from `being
neighborly'?"

"Well, if that's what it's all about.  You can be
`neighborly' with me any time you want to be..and keep those
`neighborly' shorts handy.  I kinda like those!  That's one
hell of a way to `slip into something comfortable' wouldn't
you say?"

"Amen, neighbor, ...amen."


(to be continued)

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