Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2000 20:05:33 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: "Just being neighborly - Chap 14"

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
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Oh yes, I should also tell you (again and again) 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  --  Chap  14

I must have fallen asleep, because I the last thing I
remember was saying, "We've got time." and now it was almost
an hour later.  John was still lying on top of me, and his
cock was still inside me.only it wasn't as soft as it had
been before.  In fact, it was definitely "rising to the
occasion" and what woke me was his slow and easy ride.

"Hi, babe. welcome back." he whispered in my ear.  "Couldn't
help myself.  I dozed off for a few minutes here and there,
but finally I just had to do something about some new horns
that had started to grow."

"Oooooohhh,  yessss.! It's such a nice way to wake up!  You
just take care of those horns right now!"

"That's what I'm a-doin'.  You just lie back and enjoy."

".and "that's what I'm a-doin' too".enjoying the hell out of
it!"  And that was just what I was doing, enjoying it
immensely.  He was right in the saddle between my legs and
was raised up on his arms sort of push-up style.  My legs
were still wrapped around his, but I lifted them up around
his ass to make myself more available to him.

He kept up the slow and steady pace and I could feel him
grow inside me to his fullest length.  Each time he pulled
outward, I could feel the ridge of his cockhead move down
through my love tunnel, rubbing the sides, until it started
to rub across my prostate.  Each time it hit that spot, I
couldn't help but lift myself up to him to increase the
contact and slow the movement.

I was going back to heaven!  I couldn't believe that even
after what we had already done that day, I could still have
such a strong need for him and such excitement from having
him inside me.  His pace was perfect!  Every part of me was
responding and feeling so alive!

The greatest sensation was, of course, centered in my
deepest parts - and not just physically.  I loved the
feeling of him inside me!  I loved the feeling of him
between my legs!  I loved him and wanted him!!  The presence
of him inside me made me feel like I was on fire!  It was
scratching some itch that I never knew I had before.  It was
grand! It was wonderful! It was marvelous!

"God, I love you, babe," he whispered and leaned down to
kiss my lips.  Little short pecks.  One after another.  Then
finally his lips stayed on mine and I reached up and held
his face to mine and we kissed passionately.  His tongue
found its way to mine and I encircled it in my mouth and
drew on it.  His lips pressed tighter against mine and I
could feel his hot breath on my cheek.

His chest rubbed against mine and I could feel my nipples
being aroused by the contact with his skin and the soft mat
of hair.  When he lifted himself up slightly to look at me,
I looked up into his eyes and tried wordlessly to send a
message telling him all that I was feeling.

.As I looked down into his deep brown eyes, I suddenly knew
exactly what he was feeling.  I could sense his pleasure and
his love, and my own were being sent back to him.  I leaned
forward and kissed him again.  I could feel it in his lips.
The sensations were overwhelming.

I could feel the warm glove of his love tunnel and the tight
ring riding over my tool as it gripped it like a soft hand
trying to pull me to new heights of pleasure.  It was
incredible as I rode him softly and slowly, deeply prodding
his very essence!

The demand for urgency at the base of my spine began to
spread and my hips took on a will of their own as they began
to move faster.  Before, I was only pulling out about five
or six inches before sliding back in.  Now the strokes were
getting longer, pulling out until only the head was left
inside his hot hole.  Longer, faster they came!

Peter's eyes were tightly shut and the look on his face was
that of pure ecstasy!  He was making small, low sounds, and
turning his head side-to-side.  His hands were sliding up
and down my arms and onto my shoulders, rubbing my flexed
muscles.

His touch was sending tremors throughout my body.  His hips
were lifting to my pounding and his inner muscles were
gripping me the full length of my rod as it dove into him.
I was climbing!  I was spiraling into the sky!  The
sensations were running up my spine and lodging at the base
of my neck, needing release!

I had to shoot!  I had to fill him with my seed!  It was a
demand!  Flood his innermost being with the warmth of my own
body!  Let him feel me as only two lovers can feel one
another!  Bring us to new heights!  Let it spew forth and
explode around us like a giant starburst of fireworks!

Oh, yesss!  It's about to go!  "Here it comes, babe!  Here
it comes!  Let me know you how much you want it!"

"Oooooohhh, please.  Let it go! Let it fill me up again and
again!  Shoot it into my ass!  Let it drink!!  Let me have
your juice!  Oooohhh, god..I want it!  Fuck me hard!  Slam
that cock into me!  Give me what I need, baby!  Please. give
me what I need."

"Here it is, babe!  Here it is!  OOOOOooooooooohhhhh,
gggodddd!  OOOOooooooooohhhh, gggoddd!  OOOoooooohhhh!!
OOOOoooooohhh!  Oooh!  Oooh!  Ooooooooohhh, shit!  It's
pumpin' you full, babe!  Ooooohhhh, yyyessss!   You're
getting' the full load!  Ooooooohhh!   OOOOooooooohhhhh!
Oooooohhh, yesss!  It feels so good!  Let that ass of yours
suck it all out!  Come on, babe, take it all!  Take every
drop!"

"Uuuuuunnnnnnggghhhhhh!!  OOOoooooooooooohhhh!
OOOoooooooohhhh, damn!!!  Ooooohhh, yess!  Ooooooohhhh!!
God, that feels good!  Oooooohhhh, yessss, fill me up with
all that hot jizm!!  Oh, baby!  Oh, yes!  Oh, yes!  Now I'm
gonna' shoot!  I'm gonna' shoot!  Oh, yes! Here it comes!
Oh, holy shit!  Oh, baby!  Oh, yes!  Pump my ass!  Give me
that fucking tool!  All the way, baby!  Oh, yes!!!"

I could barely move!  I had never had anything like that!  I
couldn't hold myself up any more, so I lay down on top of
him, feeling the slick of his cum between us.  I was spent!
My breath, and his, was coming in deep pants.  I felt his
chest rising and falling beneath me.  I tried to lift myself
up to take my weight off him so he could breathe easier, but
I couldn't move.  I managed to lift my head toward him and
whisper, "Wow, that was incredible!"  Then I lay my head
back down on his shoulder.

.Yes, life is good.  I love the feel of his head on my
shoulder.the smell of his manly musk radiating up to my
nostrils.  I reached up and encircled him with my arms and
held him to me.  Somehow we had just come back to where we
started.me holding him to me, him inside me, both spent from
another passionate episode.

Now it was getting late and time was running out for us for
the day, so we slowly and reluctantly separated.

`I guess a shower would be in order about this time, hunh?"
I said as we sat up and began to climb off the bed.

"I'll grab a couple towels, and meet you there."

"'Meet' or `join'?"

"Well, at least sort of `join'..I don't think I've got
enough left to `really join'. if you know what I mean."

"Me either, so don't worry.  I won't try to seduce you in
the shower."

"Damn!  .but maybe we'll try that next time..??.."

"Sounds good to me.  ..  Sounds damned good to me!"

I reached in and turned on the water to adjust it before I
stepped into the shower.  John got there right after and
followed me in.  We took turns soaping and rubbing each
other under the water until we got the day's
accumulation of dried sweat and cum out of all the cracks
and crevices.  We were both right about being spent.  Even
when we washed between each other's legs and actually rubbed
and scrubbed our cocks, there was no stirring of anything!

John turned the water off and reached out for the towels he
had brought in.  He handed one to me and said, "Here, this
part is do-it-yourself."

I took the towel and dried myself, watching as he dried
himself.  I couldn't take my eyes off that delicious body!
Not spectacular or any `Mr. Muscle' by normal standards, but
damned wonderful by mine!!  The muscles were nicely outlined
and visible as he moved.  His pecs and abs were nice and
flat, but from work, not `ripped' from any workout program.
His nipples were like quarter-sized bulls-eyes peeking out
from the fine mat of brownish blonde hair on his chest and
my eyes couldn't help but follow the downward path of his
treasure trail into the bush of pubic hairs above that
wondrous cock!  Even now, completely at rest, it was a good
six inches or so.

How did I ever get so lucky as to find this guy!!!???!!!

"Better put your eyes back in your head and get your mind on
what you are doing," he said playfully as he looked over at
me.  "We gotta get this place straightened up and you've
gotta get out of here before `the girls' get back."

"Oh, yeah.  Damn!  I wish we could figure a way to get them
to go somewhere overnight.  I really, really do want to
spend a whole night with you.  It would be so nice to be
able to lie and sleep next to you."

"You're singing my tune, you know.  That is my own number-
one priority.  Now let's see what we can do to bring that
about."

"It's a date!  Now let's get dressed and get busy."

....

The next week passed quickly.  There was a spring in my walk
and a serenity I hadn't felt for years.  I'm surprised
nobody else seemed to notice.  I didn't see John all week,
although he was certainly in my mind for most of the time.

When the next Saturday finally rolled around, I half
expected to see him on my doorstep when Rache left for the
beauty shop.  But he didn't come over, and when I took a
stroll through the neighborhood -- and just happened to pass
by -- I didn't see anyone at home at his house.  I missed
seeing him, but somehow made it through the whole weekend.

Monday night after dinner, there was a knock on our front
door and when I opened it, there he was!!!  Of course, his
wife was standing there with him, but my heart soared at the
sight of him there.  "Hey.what's up?  C'mon in."

"We were out walking, saw you were home, and decided to stop
by.  .haven't seen you guys since Rache and I went to the
craft show a week or so back," his wife said, as she opened
the door and stepped into the house.  "Where is she?  Front?
Or back?"

"Oh, she's back in the family room.  You know the way," I
replied.

John held back as she headed off through the dining room.
"How've you been?" he asked softly.

"Missing the hell out of you.that's how," I replied.  I
turned and gave him a quick kiss.  ".but I feel better now.
We better go back and join the girls before they question
why we're still out here."

"..anyway I lucked into these two tickets.and it's
Pavarotti.and it's this coming Friday night.so.."  Julie was
going on as John and I came into the room.

"No need to go any further.you bet your bippie I'll go with
you!  A chance to see Pavarotti again!  No way I'm passing
that one up!  .and Peter won't be upset at all that there
isn't a ticket for him..  but what about John?" Rache broke
in excitedly.

"He's not going.  I couldn't drag him into an opera . at the
Met or anywhere else!  `The boys' will just have to rough it
for the night.  You guys don't mind do you?"

"Oh.no.not at all," I replied.  "We'll throw something on
the fire and spend a night in front of the tube.
But don't expect us to wait up for you. you won't be back
here until at least 2am.if you're lucky.so I intend to be in
bed asleep, if I don't just crap out on the sofa."

"Rache, you know..he's right.we'll be awfully late getting
back.  It'll be Friday night, and since the next day is
Saturday, why don't we just stay in the city overnight?  Do
you have any plans?"

"Not really.  I have my Saturday hair appointment, but I can
reschedule that to Friday afternoon.  So.. Hell. let's do
it.  You guys won't mind if we `step out' for the night?"

"Oh, I guess we'll be able to muddle through."  I remarked,
managing somehow to keep the excitement out of my voice and
off my face!!!!

This was it!!  It had been handed to us like on a silver
platter!!!  We didn't have to work on it the way we
figured.it just fell into our laps out of the blue.we were
going to get that night together!!!!!!!

I looked over at John.  He was also managing to keep a
straight face.  But I could see a sparkle - hell it was a
bonfire - burning in the backs of his eyes!!

"Yeah..maybe we'll spend some time in the boat and have a
nice fish dinner Sunday night.  How's that sound?"  he
asked, directing his question more at the wives than at me.

"Sounds good,"  Julie replied.  ".and this time I won't be
left home alone while you're out drowning worms.  Hey,
Rache, I got a question about a pattern I thought up and
wondered if you could look to see if you have it, or can
construct it, in your machine.  Let's go back and look it
up."

"Okay. you guys sit down and turn on the tube..or whatever.
we'll only be a few minutes," Rachel replied.

"Right. `.only . a few minutes'. we've heard that one
before!"  I answered.  "C'mon, John, let's go sit outside.
It's too nice a night to sit in here, and, besides, there
ain't nuthin' on the tube tonight."

"Okay.  I"ll meet you out there, I have to go to the head
first."

"I think you know the way. and I need to go too.  You take
the front one and I'll use the one in my bedroom."

As I went into the half-bath off my bedroom, I stopped long
enough to change clothes, putting on a loose shirt and my
`special shorts'.  Never can be too ready.can we?  I didn't
really have to go, so I used that time to also find some
lube and `set things up' so-to-speak.

John was already on the deck when I walked out the door from
my bedroom.

"Nice shorts!" he exclaimed.  "I kinda hoped I might see
those!"

"Well.you know what `a few minutes' means when they go to
the `toy room'."

"I guess I do.  why don't you just come over here by the
railing?"

.......


(to be continued)

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