Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2000 12:25:43 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Just Being Neighborly - 4

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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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...

I would appreciate any feedback you wish to give (thanks to
those of you who have already responded about previous
chapters), and will try to take heed of any constructive
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Just Being Neighborly.

Chapter 4

I had finished the few chores I still had to do, walking a
little bow-legged from this morning's activities - - and
with a big smile on my face.   It was now about 1:00 and I
was half listening to hear my wife's car pull into the
driveway.  However, just as I passed the phone where I had
put it down in the family room, the silence was broken by a
ring.  I reached down, grabbed the receiver and looked at
the caller ID in the hand-set.  It said "Lynne's Hair S".  I
thought for a minute and it finally sunk through.  I guess
the rest of the name, "tylists", was truncated by the small
display.  It muust be my wife calling me from the beauty
shop where she's getting her hair done.

Sure enough, as I answered, I heard her voice.  "Hi, Dear.
Lynne is closing early today and wants me to go with her to
a big craft show over at the high school.  From what she
says, it's a really good one!  You don't mind do you?  You
can have some quiet time and read."

"Oh, no, not at all.  you two go ahead and have fun.  Just
don't spend me into the poor house."

"Funny.  Funny.  Ha. Ha.  She says it's a pretty big show,
so we'll probably be there at least a couple hours or so.
So I guess I'll be home about 3:30 to 4:00."

"You have fun.  I'll find something to keep me busy.  See
you about 3:30."  As I pressed the "off" button, I thought
to myself, "Hot damn! Maybe I can get a couple hours over at
the Chuck Wagon."  It only took me about a half-minute to be
out the front door and heading across the street.  Then I
noticed that Rick's SUV was gone.  "Oh, well" I thought,
".but Chuck's truck is still there", so I kept walking.

As I came up his back steps I reached up with my right hand
to knock on the side of the door.  However, before I could
complete the move, the door opened and there was Chuck.  "I
saw you coming across the street.  C'mon in."

As I passed him coming through the opened door, I noticed
that he was wearing only a tee-shirt and white, boxer
briefs.  I could see his copious endowments nestled in
behind the fly and extending over above the top of his right
leg.  It was all I could do not to drop to my knees on the
spot and take a big mouthful - right through the thin
cotton!

Then I noticed there was someone else in the room, sitting
behind the kitchen table.  As I moved inside, Chuck closed
the door, and the other fellow stood up and held out his
hand.

"Hi.  I'm John.  I live around the corner on Indian Head."

I took his hand, shook it, and said: "I'm Peter, I live
right across the street there."

John appeared to be in his early 40's - a bit older than the
other guys I had met over here at Chuck's.  He was about the
same height, about 6'2" or so, but much thinner.  The arm he
had extended to shake my hand was nicely muscled and veined
- and tanned - like someone who did construction work.  In
all, at a quick glance, he was nice looking.  Sort of what
many people might call "rugged" or "ruggedly handsome".  He
was certainly not unattractive.at all!

That's when I noticed that he - - like Chuck - - was wearing
only a tee-shirt and shorts.  His shorts, though, were
regular boxers.light blue.and, if what I thought I was
seeing was for real, he had a really long one in there!!  I
could just make out the hose-like shape ending in a bump,
shaped like plum, almost at the bottom of his left shorts
leg.  My mind immediately jumped to the thought "If it's
hanging that freely in there, I wonder what you can see when
he's sitting down?"

Almost as if he read my mind, he reached down and lightly
brushed his shorts leg then sat back down, shifting and
turning slightly to the left.  I moved around to that side
of the table, to the chair there, pulled it out and sat down
as well.  I hoped I would be in a position to check out my
earlier thought.  Sure enough, I had a perfect line-of-sight
from his left knee to his crotch - and there it was!! The
shorts leg was open slightly and it looked like a pink snake
resting in the cloth tube.  As I watched, it jerked slightly
and seemed to inch its way closer to the opening.  What I
also noticed was that, although it was certainly long, it
wasn't really that big around.  "Perfect!" I thought to
myself.   "Well, maybe not `perfect'.I don't see any
foreskin.but it certainly looks `ready, willing, and able'.
Nice head on it too.  The kind that has a good point and
slope.and goes in easy.should it have a chance and find
itself between my cheeks."  Like I didn't already know it
had more that just a chance of ending up there!

"John comes over every now and then for a `chat'." Chuck
started.  "I used to stop and talk with him when I was out
walking around the neighborhood and he was working in his
yard.  Then one day he offered me a beer; and, well, as we
were talking, one thing lead to another, and we discovered
that we have some very common interests.  Since then, he's
been over here a few times with me -- and with Rick and
Alex.  In fact we were talking with Rick before he left, and
John expressed some interest in meeting you.  If you're
here, you must have some time to spare?"

"That I do.  About two hours.  Think we can figure out a way
to make the time go by?"

"Why don't we just see what comes up." Chuck replied as he
moved over to where the mound in his shorts was right beside
my face.

"Hmmmm.  Is something about to `come up'?"

With that, Chuck shifted his hips forward and I felt warmth
against my cheek.  So I turned a little toward the source of
the heat.  And sure enough, there it was right at mouth
level.  So what else could I do?  I turned my head the rest
of the way and brought my lips over the now much larger
bulge, which the thin cloth was doing nothing to hide.  As
soon as my lips covered the wide shaft that was presented
there, I felt it jump and grow.  So I moved along it toward
the tip that was now angled slightly upward.  When I reached
its tip, I brushed my tongue across the soft cotton barrier
and heard the first moan.  It jerked again and angled up
further toward the elastic waistband.

"Oh, hell! Enough bulllshit!" I thought; and I reached up,
pulled down on the top of his shorts, and managed to free
the end of his pulsing manhood enough for me to get my mouth
over the end of it. The friction of its travels up through
the cotton restraint had pulled the foreskin down so that
the bare, shiny blue-pink head was uncovered and I could
feel its velvety smoothness.  Damn! I like the taste and
feel of that one!!!  With my mouth still in place over the
warm head I began the search with my tongue for the slit and
the sensitive underside, while I used my hands to pull his
shorts further down until he could lift one foot out thru
the top and then use that one to push them all the way down
and off the other leg.  In order to maintain his balance,
Chuck reached out and grabbed the top and back of my head,
pulling me even closer to his overheated pipe bomb.

I pushed back against his hold, releasing him from my lips,
as I reached up with my right hand and grabbed hold of the
middle of his monster cock so I could move the generous
amount of skin forward, covering then uncovering the
swelling head.  Two push-pulls and I hit paydirt!  There was
the first shiny droplet of pre-cum.  Then it was gone!  I
had it on the end of my tongue and slowly I pulled it back
into my mouth so I could taste its tart, honey flavor.
"Damn! You taste so good!" I muttered up toward him. Then,
still holding the shaft with my right hand, I reached behind
his big pair of balls with my left and pulled them forward
to where they were fully accessible, and I started to lick
them like they were candy-coated.  This is one delicious
man!!!

About that time I noticed some movement down the table by
where John had been sitting, but I was much too focused on
what I was doing with the mountain of meat in front of me to
pay any attention to what else might be going on around me.
Then I heard a sound from behind Chuck, and suddenly I felt
a soft, rubbery knob pushing against my chin.  When I leaned
back and looked down, I saw the head of a long, thin cock
sticking about two or three inches out from under Chuck's
cr^Ême-filled balls.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was
going on now.  John had moved over behind Chuck, stuck his
now rigid baton between Chuck's legs, and pushed it on
through so that it too was now "in the game".  Being the
obliging kind of guy that I am, I opened my mouth and
covered the head, slowly moving forward to glide the few
inches available down the proffered shaft, while my tongue
started to dip into the slit and then move around and down
to rasp the underside where that super-sensitive spot is.
As I did this, I felt the jerk and swell in response and
then sensed another slight, forward push.  But I guess that
was the limit to how far through the tunnel it could go with
Chuck in the middle, because it only came out another half-
inch or so.

Some quick mental calculations, however, figured that if it
was sticking out about 3 inches on this side and there had
to be at least 6 inches of Chuck in the middle, well..
That's at least 9 or 10 inches of John-boy there!!  .and it
hadn't gotten a heck of lot thicker when it grew, so it
could go deep - but not stretch anything too wide.

Things were looking really good now!!!  But there was one
major problem here.  I still had my clothes on!  So I let go
of my prize and stood up, starting to pull my shirt up over
my head and off.  Even as I started this movement, Chuck
reached down without a word, pulled the strings from inside
the waist of my sweat pants, untied the bow-know and began
to push them down toward my knees, hooking the waitband of
my boxers so that they followed as well.  As soon as my
shirt was clear of the top of my head, I dropped it to the
side and let it fall to the floor, now reaching myself to
push my sweats and shorts further down until they too
dropped to the floor and I could step out of them.  Of
course I had to use the toes of each foot to hold the
elastic at the bottom of the other as I stepped out of each
leg.  Now we were on more even ground!  I was wearing only a
tee-shirt like Chuck and John.

I stepped forward and pressed my self against Chuck.  As I
did, he reached under my tee-shirt and began to pinch and
roll my nipples with the thumb and index finger of each of
his hands.  I could feel his hot cock against my stomach
and, even better, could also feel the end of John's pushing
under my balls and between my thighs.  With that I reach up,
grabbed the back of Chuck's head, and pulled him down into
another of those incredibly sensuous kisses that he is so
good at!!

My mind had now ceased all normal functioning.  Clear,
conscious thought was impossible!  I was now basically out
of control - operating on nothing but instinct and a hyper-
speed libido.  I wanted them both! And I wanted them now!!!
There was only one thing that was going to satisfy me this
time. Let John in there to pave the way and give me the
first good shots, then have Chuck finish it off and double-
fill me with his hot, steamy cock-latte.

"Okay, Chuck.  It's fuck time!  Do we go to the bed or do we
do it here?"

"Here's fine" he exhaled roughly.

"Great!  John, you got the grease?  Find it and lube that
pole!!  I'm down and waiting."  I squatted down then lay
back on the small carpet in the middle of the kitchen floor.
As I did, I grabbed my knees and pulled them up to my
shoulders so that the entrance to my blast-furnace hot chute
was ready and waiting.

Chuck reached over beside the sink and grabbed a bottle of
lube.  First he squirted some of it onto the top of John's
ready pole, and believe me when I say  `ready', because it
wasn't just 9 or 10 inches as I had calculated before.
There must have been more than 6 inches of Chuck between us,
because that glorious prod was a good 11 or 12 inches
sticking out there.  Chuck then bent over to squirt some of
the lube onto me just behind my balls -- so that it ran down
the middle and over my anxiously waiting hole.  John knelt
between my legs and used his right hand to spread the lube
over the length of his member.  I remember thinking then
that it looked like a foot-long section of mop-handle with
veins with a slight upward curve and a greyish-pink tip
carved on the end.  Then he rubbed that delicious looking
rod up and down in the crease between my thighs, picking up
and spreading the lube there until I was also well-greased.
When this was done to his satisfaction, he aimed his tip at
the target and pushed forward slightly with his hips.  I
felt it as he found the spot and began to press against the
resistance there.  However, since I had already had that bit
of fun with Rick earlier, I was already still a little
loosened, so the push-back didn't last long at all.  Between
his `perfect' shape and size, and my readiness, the probing
head suddenly slipped right into my waiting love tunnel.
This time there was no pain at all, only a slight
stretching, and then that wonderful feeling of something
beginning to enter my innermost pleasure sites.

As he leaned forward, placing his hands between my arms and
chest in the push-up position, and slowly began to push his
way further into me I lifted my head enough that I could
look down between us and watch as that long, pink and veined
pole disappeared as it filled me with incredible sensations.
Oh, my god. it was heavenly!  It just keep going deeper!!!
I could feel it as it made it way inward and sensed
each time it jerked in its own response to the sensations he
was feeling.

Finally I felt the brush of his pubic hairs against my
perineum.  While he was doing this, I had a chance to look
him over much more thoroughly.  The contrast of pale skin
below the navel to the tanned upper torso and arms verified
my original thought that he probably did work outside.  The
nicely shaped pecs and flat abs indicated that he either
worked out regularly, or did rather strenuous work, so I was
probably right about him working construction.

As I took inventory of his visible attributes, I also noted
a nice pair of quarter-sized nipples that were obviously
aroused and sticking out about a quarter of an inch.  I
immediately imagined what it would be like to be licking on
one of them and getting it between my lips and teeth.  This
was 100% man!  Hot, and ready to go!  And I was playing
highway to his race car.  As I looked up into his face, I
saw a pair of dark, green eyes that sparkled with energy and
pulled you to them like to a strong magnet.  His face was
not that of a greek god, but was just so damned manly that I
felt my whole body begin to erupt at the sight of it.  I
wanted him!  Hell!  I had him!!  Or he had me!!!

Just as that thought crossed my mind, I felt him begin to
slowly lift his hips and begin to withdraw from my deepest
part.  It felt so good!!!  Normally I start to feel empty as
a lover's rod begins to move back and out.but this time, it
just felt so good, and I was enjoying every millisecond of
it.  As he reached the outward limit and started to re-enter
me, I felt a warm flush spread over and throughout my entire
body.  I don't know what he had, or what he might be doing,
that was different from ever before, but - my god - this was
beyond incredible!!!!  I didn't care whether he went in or
out, or fast or slow, I just wanted him to be there.

This time, just as his pubic hairs met the area below my
balls, he leaned forward and planted his lips on mine.  I
let go of my knees and wrapped my feet and lower legs around
his ass and pulled him in even tighter.  With my hands I
grabbed his shoulders and pulled that part of him down
closer to me as well, grinding my mouth up to meet his, and
opening my lips to the probing of his tongue.  Whoa!! Was
this A-fucking-Okay!!!

I really couldn't see anything from where I was, but somehow
I sensed that Chuck had knelt down on the floor behind John.
Then it happened.  I felt and heard John exhale and moan
into my mouth and felt him being shoved even tighter into my
crotch.  That could only mean one thing.  John was now in a
sandwich - with his cock hilted in my ass..and Chuck's in
his.  Then I heard Chuck say "Oh, Yessssss! Oh, shit,
yessss!  Hey, John, let's do some serious fuckin' now!!!"

"Okay, bronco.  let's ride this wild stallion!!!"  and the
fun began!!!!   I had never been part of a double-header
like this.  Not to say I hadn't dreamed of it.  but I guess
the opportunity had never been there before.  Now I was
going to have another fantasy realized.  I'm still not sure
what was going on above me, but hot damn was I getting
ridden!!  I'm glad it was John who was polling me.  I don't
think I could have handled those slams with something as
wide as Chuck without ripping wide open.  But with John's
narrower size, it was sensational.  It gave a whole new
meaning to the words "being fucked"!!  All I could do was
roll my head from side to side, moan like a cat in heat, and
thrust my hips up to go for every inch I could possibly get
in there.

Suddenly I felt John catch his breath, then inhale and
shout: "Holy, fuck!  It's cumming!  It's cumming!  Here it
cums!!! Oh fuck!  Oh shit!  Oh shit!  NOW!!!!!  IT'S
CUMMMMMMINNNNGGGGG!!!!"  At the same time, I felt him thrust
himself into me like he was trying to put his entire pelvis
up my willing hole.  Then I felt it as his hot man juice
splattered into me like molten lava.  It felt as though it
was jetting six inches beyond the tip of his roman candle.
Again, and again he pulled out only slightly and then rammed
himself back in to the hilt and beyond.

I was so overcome by it all that I almost began to cry.
"Damn that was wonderful!  You have got a truly `magic dick'
there, guy!  That was incredible!!!"

He pulled his head back, looked me straight in the eyes, and
managed to mutter, "Chuck said your ass was good, but I've
never seen anything like that.  It wasn't my doing. I was
just riding the waves.  There was something down there that
was running the whole damned show!!!  It's going to take me
a week to recoup from that one!  Hey, Chuck, let me out of
the middle and you go for the gold!"

As he said that, I reached down again to grab my knees and
pull them back up to my shoulders to be ready for the next
round.  The change-over was also its own marvel.  John
turned and rolled to the side and Chuck was in the gate like
a carefully choreographed dance routine.   All in about 5
seconds.  Then I felt the wide head of Chuck's master prong
pushing against my entryway.  This time I felt the
stretching and slight pain as the head penetrated and my
sphincter closed partially behind it.  Then he slowly began
to push forward and fill me with solid man meat.  It was a
very different sensation than before, but became
increasingly pleasant as he slowly pushed forward to the
hilt.

"Take it slow for a few minutes," I asked.  "I'm still a
little tight when it comes to handling your dinosaur bone."

Obligingly he moved gently and slowly as he withdrew and
then re-entered.and withdrew and re-entered.  It went slowly
like that for about 5 minutes before we both began to
breathe heavily again and I began to rise to his forward
thrusts.  Taking this cue from me, he began to increase both
the speed and power of his movements.  Before long, we were
both back into the throes of  filling our mutual demands.
His pubes were pounding into the back of my balls with each
forward lunge and I could feel the wide head inside me as it
plowed its way into and against the walls of my love tunnel.
Each thrust was bringing the both of us higher and higher -
ready to explode into a star-burst of pleasure.

Then it started.  I felt the currents begin to run up from
my toes and down between my shoulder blades until they met
in the small of my back and spread forward into my groin.
And then I was over the brink.  I let loose of my knees and
wrapped my legs and arms around Chuck this time, and pulled
him in as tight to me as I could.  As I did this, I felt my
balls pulling tight against the base of my throbbing cock,
and then I felt the first of the series of explosions,
knowing that I was propelling shot after shot of hot baby
batter into the tight space between us.

When that first spasm hit my cock, it also shot into my
asshole and I clamped tight onto Chuck's ripe and primed
meat and that's all it took!!  He let out a moan that they
probably heard 2 blocks away and I felt his own jizm start
to flood into me.  Even though I thought I was probably
still full of John's, and wouldn't feel very much this time,
it was like another flow of magma coming from a new volcano.
It flooded me with hot, firey man juice that warmed me like
the coals of a burning campfire.  Again and again I shot and
he shot. Flow after flow we came together until we were both
totally spent.  My legs were still wrapped around his back
so when he started to pull out and away, I held tight and
held him in me.

"You know you don't get away that easy with me," I told him.
"Remember?  I like it to stay around for a while and let me
come down more slowly."

"That's fine by me, Babe.  You can keep it in there for the
next hour for all I care.  How are you doin', John?"

"Oh, I think I'll be able to get up and walk in another
couple minutes.  That one set new records in `draining'.
It's going to take my balls ten days to reload from that
one!  Hey, Pete, where'd you learn to do that whatever it is
with your ass?"

"Don't know.  Never really learned anything.  Guess I'm what
you'd call `a natural'. whatever that means."

"Well I want some more of that `natural' . when I've had a
chance to recover.  How often do you get out away from the
house?"

"Not much, as Chuck can tell you.   But I'm sure I could
find some excuse for another round like that.  By the way,
anyone know what time it is?"

"Yeah," Chuck answered.  "It's almost three-thirty.  When do
you have to be back over there?"

"Shit!  I need to be back there now."  So I released my legs
from around his back, and Chuck slowly pulled away.  I felt
as his now deflated cock slipped slowly out, and could feel
the first drips beginning to emerge from my hole.  "Chuck,
hand me one of those paper napkins, would you please."  I
took the one he offered and laid it over the hole and held
it there while I stood and was able to grip it between my
butt cheeks.  As much as I didn't want to, I reached for my
sweats and began to dress.

John was now coming back in from the hall, where he must
have gone into the bathroom to clean up, and walked over to
me.  It gave me the first chance I'd had to see him
standing `in all his glory'. right there naked in front of
me.  The more I saw of him, the better it looked.  I reached
out and took hold behind his balls and pulled him closer to
me.  Then I bent over and took his now flaccid manhood into
my mouth and sucked on it briefly.  "That's nice," I said,
"I don't want to start anything I don't have time to finish;
but.   I'd sure like to try that again when we do have
time."

"You've got a date.  Just let me know when.  Hey, Chuck, you
don't mind do you?  I'm not stepping into your territory am
I?"

"No. not at all.  He's a `free agent'.  Maybe if I'm here,
you'll invite me to join you.  Otherwise, I'm sure that just
the two of you could find something to do."

"Then I'll see you both - or either - next chance I get.
share and share alike, right?  Just doing what you might
call `being neighborly'.   hate to run, but you know the
rules.   and, John, I'm sure as hell glad to have met you."


(to be continued....)


Thanks to all of those readers who have sent me their
comments and suggestions - especially to those who have
given me such positive feedback (sometimes a stroke on the
old ego is even better than a stroke some-where else).  I'm
still open to any constructive criticism and guidance any of
you out there might want to give.  So feel free to email me
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