Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2000 11:19:16 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Just Being Neighborly Chap 2

WARNING!  This story contains graphic depictions of sexual
activity between men.  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!

This is my first attempt at writing one of these stories.
Afer having read a number of them from the Nifty Archives,
I decided to try my talents at becoming more active in the
world of fantasy, and, believe me, it is really quite
exciting to see your `innermost secrets' on the printed
page.

I would appreciate any feedback you wish to give, and will
try to take heed of any constructive criticisms.  Flames
will be extinguished!



Just Being Neighborly - Part 2


In case you haven't read Chapter 1, I'm Peter and I'm in my
early 50's.  I'm married and my children have all `left the
nest' as they say.  I'm bi (really lean much more toward the
gay), but decided many years ago to do the marriage and
family thing and really want to keep it that way.  So I just
play when I can.  A couple years ago a gorgeous young hunk
named Chuck moved into a house across the street from mine.
He's about 34, 6'2", obviously well-endowed, and makes my
mouth water every time I see him.  I had never seen him
bring any girls home, so I was thinking (or maybe hoping)
that he might be gay.  Earlier today that fact was proved
beyond any shadow of a doubt when I walked into his house
into a veritable smorgasbord of young male flesh, and, after
making it clear that I wasn't going to run out and report
what was going on, joined in the festivities.  So, the
stories continue..

For the next few hours after my `trip' across the street, my
mind was not functioning at all.   All I could think about
was what must be going on over in Chuck's kitchen and
bedroom and wherever.  I would have loved to see the show of
those four hot, young bodies in an afternoon of fuck-fest.
Since I had already tried (or been tried by) Chuck and Rick,
I knew how good they both were.  And from what I had seen of
Andy and the other fellow, they were certainly not slackers!
My imagination was running riot!  Luckily my wife was
watching a movie on tv, so she wasn't talking much, and I
didn't have to use many brain cells to answer whatever she
asked.  I was definitely doing all my thinking right then
with the `small head' -- wishing to hell that I was back
across the street!

True to his word, Chuck showed up about 5:30 to help with
the piano.  Although it was pretty cold outside, he had just
run across in nothing but a tee-shirt (and levis and
sneakers, of course!).  I went to the door and let him in.
As he came into the house, I had to really work to keep from
reaching out and touching someone.

My wife called out from the back of the house: "Is that
Chuck?"   I answered, "Yes, it is.  Now we can get this
damned piano moved!"   By that time she had come around from
the kitchen and looked in.  I could see her looking at Chuck
- probably wishing she was 15 years younger.  .if she only
knew!!!

"Here," I said, "we've got to move it around the corner
there into the dining room.  The biggest problem is making
sure the front legs are up so they don't drag and get
snapped off.  You ready?  You take this end so you are
walking forward.  I'll take the far end and back around.
Sound like a plan?"

"Sure does.  On `three' we'll lift and shuffle.  Okay?"

"Let's go.  .two, three" and we raised the piano clear of
the carpet.  As he lifted, the muscles in his arms and under
his tee-shirt contracted and I almost dropped my end of the
piano.  Thank heavens my back was to my wife, because there
was no way she would have missed the way my eyes opened and
my tongue nearly dropped onto the piano top.  I don't think
he missed it though.  But he didn't show anything openly -
just sort of the trace of smile.  I really wasn't sure.  All
I could see was a set of hard, cut pecs that were driving
two absolutely delicious looking nips almost through the
fabric of his shirt.  "Calm down, boy" I thought,  "you keep
this up and you'll never make it around the corner."

This was actually the first time that Chuck had ever been
inside our house.  Come to think of it, I'd never been
inside his before today either.  In the past we've talked
over in his yard, in the street, in the next door neighbor's
driveway, in mine, etc., but he had never come inside until
now.  Of course, this was an opportunity that my wife could
not pass up.  She had to give him the "25-cent tour" and
insist that he sit down long enough for something to drink
and piece of the cake she had made earlier that afternoon.
As he followed her on the tour, I couldn't take my eyes off
those twin melons that were fighting their way to break
through the pockets of his jeans, and kept thinking about
how well they had hammered that hot piston in the front deep
between my own eager buns.

When they finished "the tour", Chuck and my wife came back
into the family/tv room and sat down on the sofa.  She then
asked me to pour some soda and cut the cake ".and bring
Chuck a nice slice. after all, he doesn't get many     home-
cooked treats, being a bachelor, and all that.."   All I
could think of was how I had a treat I'd like to give him -
and vice versa.

We sat and ate the cake and chatted.  I have no memory
whatsoever of what we talked about - but that's really not
that unusual for me.  I spent most of the time checking out
the really nice basket below his belt buckle.   I already
knew what was in there.  So it was just that much more to
think about - was I going to be twice-lucky today?  Are we
going to figure out a way for me to get back into there
again?  That's when I finally started to register with the
conversation, as I heard him say: ".that's why I need some
help myself."  Hot damn!  He's starting to set it up!!!
"There are a number of boxes that have just been sitting
there for the past two years, and I just haven't had the
urge to take care of them.  But since I'm already in a `get-
something-done' mood, maybe Pete could come over - after you
eat - and give me hand for a couple hours.  Think you could,
Pete?"

"No problem" my wife replied.  "We're not planning to eat
right now anyway, and we don't want you to lose that mood.
why don't the two of you just go on back over right now and
give it a go.  I'm waiting for my cousin to call and I'll
end up being on the phone for an hour or more. now's as good
a time as there is. Go on."

I had to keep from grabbing Chuck by the back of his collar
and dragging him across at a dead run!!  There is no way
that this kind of luck can hold out much longer, so we
better get a move on!

Chuck, however, slowly got up off the sofa, turned to my
wife, thanked her for the cake, told her how beautiful a job
she has done decorating the house, and invited her to come
over some evening - when he had had a chance to sort of
clean up the "old bachelor pad"  -- "you know what a mess it
can turn into."  The small talk only lasted about a minute
or two, but it seemed to me that they would never shut up
and we wouldn't get out the door before she changed her mind
and decided there was something I needed to do at home.

Finally, all the pleasantries were finished, and we made it
out the door and across the street.  As he closed his back
door behind us, he reached out to grab my shoulders and
said, "Whew!!  I thought we'd never get back here!!" and
then pulled me to him and planted those to-die-for lips
against mine.  For the second time in the same day, my knees
went weak as spaghetti, and someone had to hold me to keep
me from falling down.  I could smell the odors from all the
mansex that had been in the room earlier today, and I could
smell his own musky, readiness through the scent of fresh
soap and shampoo.  I grabbed him around the chest and pulled
him tight to me.

As he sent me further into heaven with his hot tongue
battling mine for space in my own mouth, he reached down and
slipped his fingers under the knit waistband of my pull-over
and started to raise it up my chest.  He broke the kiss just
long enough to pull the shirt past my face and over my head
-with my arms now high in the air - gave it a quick jerk to
get it clear and threw it across the kitchen into the hall
doorway.  In another couple of seconds, my tee-shirt was
there too.  As I reached down to grab his tee-shirt just
above the top of his jeans, he began to walk me backwards
towards the hall, his mouth again working its magic on my
own.  Since he was several inches taller than I, I could
feel his excitement through the denim, pressed against me
right at the navel.  I struggled to pull the bottom of his
tee-shirt out of the jeans so I could get my hands onto that
delightfully masculine chest.

I finally got it free and pushed it up under his arms so
that my fingers could move around to grip his back.  I broke
the kiss this time so I could push my face into the tight
curls on his chest between those wonderful pecs.  It didn't
stay in that neutral ground for long.  I slowly turned my
face toward my right and my lips caressed his left nipple as
it went past.only to move back and plant themselves over the
short, but hard, bump it presented.  My teeth and tongue
played their game and I felt the first shiver pass over his
body and heard a slight moan.  I couldn't contain my own
sounds any more.  "Oh, god" I muttered, the sound bubbling
out between my lips and his nipple.  "Oh, god..  Mmmmmmmmm..
OOOooooohhhhh.."

My hands had now moved down his back and inserted themselves
under the back of his waistband.  I shoved them down and
pulled him tighter against me.   I felt as his love muscle
responded with a quick jerk and throb against my middle.  I
couldn't wait any longer.  I slid my hands out and around
and went to work on his belt buckle.  It only took a second
and then it was open and I could get to that top button on
his jeans.  Only a little more work there, and then the
zipper was down, and the top of the jeans were now down by
his knees.  He had on boxers, but they weren't doing much to
conceal anything.  That shiny grey-pink head, wrapped about
half-way with the turtle-neck of his foreskin, was outside
the fly and pointing right up to me.

It was just too inviting.  I have never wanted so much to
get a cock like that into my mouth!!!  I bent my knees and
leaned my face forward, and felt his heat as it passed my
lips and rubbed its underside against my tongue.  I pushed
my face onto it until my nose was buried in the tightly-
curled patch of his pubic hairs.  "Holy shit" I thought,
"it's all the way down and I again didn't gag or even cough.
I guess when you really, really want something."  I swear,
if I could have, I would have pushed another 8 inches down
my greedy throat.  I reached down with my right hand,
grabbed hold of those treasure globes hanging under my chin.
They hung loosely enough that I was able to pull them up to
rub them against my cheek.  If I could, I would have shoved
them into my mouth as well, but as big as they were and as
big as what was already in there, there just wasn't any room
left.  I started to move my mouth up and down the shaft,
humming softly with an "mmmmmmmmmmmm" as I did so, and
stopping briefly as I reached the top to swirl my tongue
around the head and then drive it under the foreskin to that
oh-so-sensitive spot under the edge where they came
together.  Then back down the shaft I went, trying again to
get every last millimeter into my mouth and down my throat.

It only took about 30 seconds of this and Chuck said: "Whoa,
fella..  Let's make this last at least a minute!  Come on!"
and he lead the way through the hall and into a bedroom with
a king-sized bed in it.  The bed was not fully made; it only
had a fitted sheet on it - and about 5 pillows.  Reading my
mind, he said: "No, this one is clean. we used the other
room earlier.  It's still a bit of a mess in there."  I
couldn't resist it as I thought about what must have gone on
in there, and said: "Then let's go there.  Wouldn't want you
to have no place to sleep tonight.  Besides.."  I didn't
finish the thought out loud, but in my mind I was hoping
that there might be some `bonuses' in that other bed.

"Okay," he said.  "That's fine with me.  You'll just have to
be careful where you put your head."

"It's where you put your head that I'm most interested in..
and you know which head I'm talking about."  We moved back
up the hall to the next doorway and I inhaled the distinct
smell of fresh cum and man sweat coming from the room.
"This must have been the place" I said as I loosened my own
belt, dropped my slacks and boxers, stepped out of my shoes,
and reached to pull off my socks.  Somewhere along the line
Chuck had managed to step out of his own jeans and boxers,
and was using his toes to pull his socks off.

He reached forward toward me and gently pushed me backwards
against the edge of the bed.  I sat, and then lay back with
my feet still on the floor.  He grabbed both my ankles in
his hands and with a dual motion pulled my socks off and
tossed them over his shoulders back out the door toward my
shirts.  He then took hold of my feet and pushed them so
that my knees bent and were moved back to stop just above my
own shoulders.  There he was, again standing there between
my legs with his `magic wand' standing out but pointing
slightly downward.  There was no doubt as to what his target
was now.

I turned my head to the left and looked along the top of the
bed next to me, and saw just what I was looking for.  There
was the shallow puddle glinting in the last rays of sunlight
coming through the closed blinds pulled down over the
window.  I reached across my chest with my right hand and
scooped up what I could.  I don't know who's it was, but the
previous owner sure could make it in quantity!  Was it
Andy's, or that other guy's, or even Chuck's own?  I didn't
care.  I just knew it made great lube and even added to the
excitement I was feeling, so I stuck my hand between my legs
and rubbed the slick juice over my waiting ass hole.

As I did this, I also was inching my way farther onto the
bed and he had bent his knees and knelt on the bed between
my legs.

He let go of my left foot and I quickly grabbed it myself
and held it back in place.  He reached down and grabbed hold
of himself, and slowly pulled back on the skin, allowing the
helmet head to peek out and show the first of its own shiny
droplets forming in the slit on the end.  The whole head
shown like it had its very own light-source and would be
able to find its way to extra pleasures inside the dark
tunnel waiting for it.  He pressed forward and rubbed that
head against me, starting at the underside of my balls, and
slowly moving down that strip of skin toward my puckering
rose bud.  When it touched the portal, I automatically
lifted my hips to set the way, but he stopped and rubbed
back up to where it had just been.  Twice more he made his
teasing gesture between my balls and my man pussy.   Then he
squeezed down on his shaft, pushing the skin forward over
the head.  As it started to close over the end, I could see
a sizeable quantity of pre-cum inside the puckered lips of
the foreskin.  He pulled it back once more and it spread the
shiny juices over the head.  Then he pushed it back against
my love-starved hole and I felt the pressure as he tried to
enter me.

"Wow.  It's only been a couple hours, but you've really
tightened back up.  Let me know if it starts to hurt.  I'll
try not to."

"Don't worry.  I'll let you know..   Just get that thing in
there!!!  I wanna be fucked by you!!!  Please. I want it
slow, deep, and then just as wet as you can make it.  I want
to feel all your hot juice in there!!"

He moved the end of it around to gather up some of his own
pre-cum together with the juice from the bed and then put it
back in place and pushed again.  This time I could feel the
muscle at the outside being stretched.  Again there was that
slight pain, but I knew what pleasure and ecstacy lay on the
other side, so I said nothing.  I just raised my ass a
little more and tried to will it open.  It must have worked,
because a second later, I knew that unmistakable feeling
when the wider bottom of the head has passed the entrance.

"This time" I said, "make it slow and make it last".

"Okay.  But you didn't have to say anything.  That is the
best and tightest ass I've had in so long.  You can be
damned sure I'm going to work on it for a long, long time."
Slowly he pressed his hips forward and I felt him going
deeper into me.  Then he stopped and backed out until only
the head was in.  Then forward again.  This time another
inch or so deeper.  Then back out.  Then back deeper.  By
the time he had all 8 inches in there, I was more than
primed.

His chest was now holding my legs back and he let go of my
right foot and leaned further forward with his hands on the
bed on each side of my shoulders.  I let go of my left foot
and with both hands reached up to pull him closer to me.  I
managed to get my hands behind his head and pulled his face
and lips to mine.  Here I was again. with his tongue filling
and exploring my mouth while his ravaging cock was making
its way slowly in and out between my buns.  Oh god did that
feel good!  I wanted him.  I wanted every ounce of him! My
hands were running wildly up and down his back.  As they
reached bottom, nearest his wonderful butt, pile-driving his
pole deep into my most sensitive spot, I gripped and tried
to pull him further into me.

Then I moved my legs out so I could pull them up along his
sides and hold onto him with my knees and ankles and with a
quick move, I rolled so that he was on his back and I was
now sitting astride his groin.  Sure enough, in that
position, I got another half inch or so. just enough that
now I could feel it as the head of his piston-like manhood
pressed against my prostate and sent electric shocks down my
spine and legs.  Slowly I began to rock.

There is no way to describe how wonderful it felt!  It must
have been good for him too, because he closed his eyes
tightly and suddenly blurted: "Oh my god!  That's
incredible!  Rock that tight ass!  It's like a thousand
fingers on one hand working my cock.  Holy shit!  Oh god,
that's good!  OOOOOooooohhh!  FUCK!!!  Slow down..  You're
gonna make me cum.  You're gonna.    Oh shit!!!  Oh shit!!
Oh  FUCK!!! Oh my god.   it's gonna cum!!!   It's gonna
cum!!!    OOOOOOOOooooooooohhhhh!    OOOOOhhhhhhh!
OOOOOoooooooohhhh!!!   IT'S CUMMIN'.  IT'S CUMMIN'...  "

Suddenly his hips rose up off the bed like having a wild
brahma bull under me.   Only this one had a saddle horn up
my butt and I was going to ride it all the way!!!   This was
TOO GOOD.  I was not going to lose one second of it.  As his
hips started to fall back, I leaned forward slightly to
allow him to slide partially out of me, then quickly pushed
back just as he reached bottom so that I re-impaled myself
to the hilt.  He rose again and again I let him out and then
slammed myself back over him.  I knew at that point that
neither one of us was going to last much longer.  I started
to work every muscle in my love chute that I could move.
They all gripped him like there was going to be no tomorrow
each time that I sat fully down, releasing only slightly as
I leaned forward to allow him out.

That did it - for us both.   He heaved upward once more
time, nearly propelling me into the ceiling, and I heard
him:  "AAAaaaahhhh!  Unnnggghhhh!  Uuunnnngggg!
Uuunnnnnggg!!!"   as I felt his overtaxed organ swell and
jump and then hot spunk shooting into me.  I leaned back
this time just as he reached the peak of both his upward
movement and his wild orgasm, grabbed my own twitching cock,
and proceeded to launch the biggest, longest rope of cum I
have ever seen come out of me (or anyone else that I can
remember).  It shot first all the way over the side of the
bed behind Chuck's head, then lay a stripe down his
forehead, right between his eyes, down his nose and across
his lips and chin.  The second one didn't go quite so far,
only starting just above his hairline and doubling the
stripe from there down to his chin.  By this time, Chuck's
hips had somehow found their way back down to the bed and he
was rocking under me as he sent another volley into my
hungry receptacle.  My third shot hit just under his nose
and added more to that lying across his lips and ended up
with a couple more `bullets' to the curly hair of his chest.

As I settled down to rest on his thighs, his probing staff
still deep inside me, he opened his eyes slightly, looking
at me through the slits.  His tongue came out through his
lips, harvested some of the gift I had left there, and
disappeared quickly back inside.  Then a smile broke the
serious look on his face.  I just did what I felt was
natural.   I leaned forward, put my lips to his, feeling the
now slightly cold wetness of my own cum and opened my lips
to allow his tongue entry.  He rewarded me immediately as he
sent his tongue across, carrying with it some of his earlier
`harvest'.  I opened my lips a little wider so that my own
tongue could gather some of what he had left on his lips,
and feasted on the bitter-sweet taste of myself.  I raised
up slightly, separating our lips, so I could say: "I wish I
didn't love getting fucked by you so much.  I would really
love to have you shoot a quart of your hot jizm into my
mouth so I can taste it and drink it down.  I bet it's as
sweet as honey."

"Yeah. and I don't know if I can get that hot and resist
going after more of that butt.  It's just too damned good to
miss.  But if you want to try, just let me know."

"Well, it obviously won't be tonight.  I think we're both a
bit beyond another go at it after this and after this
afternoon.  I have to get back across the street before too
much longer, or we're liable to hear a knock on the door,
and I really don't want `someone' coming in here and
stopping this before we've even gotten a good start.
Remember, I want some more of this."  With that I moved my
butt around with what I figured to be his spent cock still
inside me and began to lift myself up to let him out.

"Don't do that yet.  Just leave me in there for a couple
more minutes.  I don't want to separate yet."

There was no argument from me about that.  It felt too good
just being in there like a plug.  So I just sat back quietly
and he closed his eyes again.  We stayed that way for a few
minutes, then he said: "I guess we've gotta."

"Yep." I replied.  "Don't wanna... but gotta." and I slowly
raised up and off him.  As I backed off the bed, I took the
chance to finally get a really good look at him.  We'd been
so busy before - both now and earlier - that I really hadn't
gotten a full view and time to drink it in.  I couldn't hold
back again.  I just had to lean forward over him and kiss
him again.  As our lips touched, so did our lower regions.
Nature can be such a strong force.  I couldn't resist
rubbing my crotch further into his.

Damn! That felt good!  But I've already shot three loads
today, and at my age there shouldn't be anything left in the
magazine.  Well obviously there was in his, because I felt
him begin to stir and thicken.  Oh hell, what have I started
now!?!  Like I didn't know (or didn't want).  He pulled me
down further against him and wrapped his legs around my
back.  "Oh yes.  ready for another round?" he whispered.

"Can't.  Like I said, we could have company if I don't get
out of here."

"I can fix that" he said as he opened his legs, and stood up
lifting me with him.  "C'mon .  get your clothes on."

"Okay.  But.????" as I started gathering my clothes from the
bedroom and hall floors.

"Come on back into the kitchen."

I went back to the kitchen, pulling on my shorts and
Dockers, and sat down to put on my socks and shoes.  I had
left the top of my pants open so when I pulled my shirts on,
I could tuck my tee-shirt in, I had just about done that
when Chuck reached out and stopped my hand.  "Don't be in
such a hurry.  No one can surprise us if we can see the
street and know if anyone is coming this way."

"What?"

"Watch this"  he said as he pulled me up out of the chair,
sat down in it behind me, pulled my pants and shorts back
down to my knees and then sat me down on his lap.  "This
ought to do it."

I could already feel his cock getting hard under me.  All he
had to do was run his hands up under the front of my shirts
and start rubbing my chest and nipples, and the `old
soldier' started to follow suit.  When he started to kiss
the back of my neck and blow into my right ear, there was no
turning back.  All I wanted was to have him back inside me.

My entrance was still well lubed from before - in fact I
better clean that up a bit before I try to walk back across
the street.  So I just lifted up slightly, reached behind me
to hold him pointing up, and then centered myself on target,
and slowly sat back down. This was like I used to do it in
high school in a car with a couple of my buddies back then.
I could do a mean lap dance, and loved to reach under and
feel it as a hard, thick plow was rutting in and out of my
hole.

I have never understood why this position seems to drive me
crazier than any other.   Maybe it's the feel of his hot
breath on the back of my neck. or the fact that he can reach
around and sliding his hands up and down my chest, stopping
now-and-again to rub and pinch my nips.  Or he can let his
hands drop down all the way to that point just above the
pubic area where pressure must shove the prostate back
against the wall of the chute where his hard meat can rub it
better.   All of these things seem to rob me of all
intellectual thought or reason, and turn me into a wild man-
pussy with only one idea - to bounce myself into ecstacy.
And, man, was I going wild!!!  Each time I lifted upward, I
could feel the super-hard shaft of his cock as it retreated
back out through the sensitive lips of my ass and the wide,
engorged head came back in contact with that sweet spot
against my prostate.  Then the incredible feeling of being
re-filled as I relaxed back down, grinding my cheeks against
his thighs, trying to work every millimeter of him into me.
My left hand was between my legs with my fingers touching on
both sides of my meat-filled sphincter, feeling it as it
moved in and out.  I could picture it in my mind and the
fantasies it stirred were driving me insane.  I started to
bounce harder and faster.  Rocking forward, then leaning
back against his hard chest, feeling his hardened nipples
pressing into my back.  Each time I was against him, he
would lick and nibble on the back and right side of my neck,
running his tongue up to touch behind my ear.  It was like a
string of needles being driven into me from my ear, down my
neck, across my shoulder and then down my spine to where he
was assaulting me with that dream tool.  Each time I would
tighten my entry and grip him inside me, bringing another
moan from deep inside him.  "OOOOoooooohhhh, that's soooooo
goooooooddd!".

"I'll show you good" I said as I reached that point of no
return..  Faster, and faster I started to rock..
"MMMmmmnnnnnnggg!  Oooooooooohhh!   Oooooooooohhh!
Oooohhh, fuck!   OOOoooohhh, shit!   Oooooooo m'god!
OOOOoooooh, yes..   Oooooohhh, yes..  C'mon big guy,  send
me a quart of that juice!  There's still room for more in
there.   Fill it up!!  Shoot me some of that super-heated
cream!!!  OOOoooooohhhh, yesssss!    Get it ready.  Send it
in there!   Fuck me big guy!  Fuck me harder!  Fuck that
tight asshole!"

Suddenly his ass came up off the chair, pushing me forward
and bending me over.  I grabbed the edge of the sink in
front of me and he started to drive that piston into me like
an engine gone wild!  "You take that dick you tight assed
man pussy!  You get ready to take the load that's comin'
your way!  I'm gonna give you the fuck you've been wanting
all day!!!  You want a quart!?!  Here comes a gallon!!!!
I'm gonna load your ass with so much spunk you're gonna need
a five-gallon can to catch it all when it comes back out!!!
Holy shit . you sure know how to work that ass!!  And I'm
gonna shoot this load so far up your ass that you'll think
you're having a nosebleed!  Feel that meat driving up your
chute!  Feel that meat slammin' home!  You want some cum!?!
I'll give you enough for the rest of the fuckin' week!!!"

His hands were now in the crook of my thighs where I was
bent over.  Each time he pushed his cock into my ass, he
pull back on me and impaled me that last half-inch...and all
I wanted was more of him!!!  I tried to raise my ass to each
incoming thrust.  I just wanted MORE!!!   I wanted him to
fuck me until all I could see was stars!!!  .and I was
getting closer to just that!!   Then I saw them!!!  With one
gigantic lunge and heave, he pushed that over-heated ramrod
in all the way to the hilt and started to grind it into me -
around and around!  That was it!  I could feel his hot jizm
explode into me!  The only sound he made was a deep and
gutteral moan.  Then he relaxed his pull on my legs and
slowly pumped to empty himself into my hungry insides.  As
he did, I felt my own contractions and only sensed my shots
of cream onto the cabinet beneath me.  I felt the head of my
cock begin to rub against the cabinet and slide in its own
juices, so I reached down and stroked it just enough to
empty it.  Those last pumps of his, must have emptied him as
well because he started to back away and pull out.  I said:
"No.  Don't pull out quite yet.  Just leave it in there for
a minute and let me enjoy it that last little bit."  He
stopped, pushed back slightly to hold it in and pulled me up
against his chest.

Then he kissed my neck again and said: "Like you said,
neighbor, `anytime..anytime'.".

I finally said, "Okay..  I really have to go home now."  So
he backed away and I turned around to face him.  I looked up
into his eyes and wanted to jump up and swim in them.  I
wanted to hold him and not let go.  But I knew what I had to
do.  I began to pull my shorts and slacks up, stopping a
moment to grab a paper towel and shove it between my legs
and cheeks (I'd have to figure out how to ditch it after I
got home).  Then I turned to the door and said: "I hope this
was not a one-day fling.  I really hope we can do this again
. before too long" and went out the door and across the
street.

You'd think after all that, I'd be sated and not ready for
much more for probably a week.but not so.  Now that I'd had
it so good, all I wanted was more!  Already I'm cooking up
new plans to go back.  I think Chuck'll be ready too.


(to be continued....)


This is my first attempt at story writing.  Hope you enjoyed
it and will let me know if you want to see more.  I'm open
to any constructive criticism and guidance.    I'm already
working on Part-3, but don't have a lot of spare time right
now, so I probably won't appear for a while..