Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2000 11:16:10 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Just Being Neighborly - 5

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 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...

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Just Being Neighborly.

Chapter 5

It's been less than a week since I had met John over at
Chuck's house - five days to be exact - because it is now
Thursday evening and I'm just sitting here in my family room
trying to pay attention to my book.  All I can think about
is how much I want to try him again!!  The memory is still
fresh and I keep remembering every detail that I can.  Damn!
I want more!!  Geez, I'm turning into a real slut.

"Why are you so fidgety?" my wife says, breaking her
attention away from the tv screen and the 240th rerun of
that sitcom.

"Don't know.. I just seem to be anxious and all wound up --
over nothin',"  I replied.  "Maybe it would help to just go
out and take short a walk."

"What?  You have never gone out for a walk!  What's up?
Just tell yourself to calm yourself down."

"I've been trying to do that for an hour.  That's why I
tought maybe a walk around the block might help a little."

"You get up at 8:30 at night and suddenly want to go take a
walk.  Maybe you've got a girl friend out there you're going
to meet?"

"Riiigghttt!  Sure I do!  She's been reading my mind and
knows I'm going out, and we're going to go make it in the
woods around the corner."

"Great! Tell me how she was. and then when you get home I'll
cut it off!!  Okay. Go on.  Maybe it will help; and if you
decide to do it again tomorrow maybe I'll join you.  I'd go
now, but I just don't want to miss this show.  I never saw
this episode."

"Okay.  I'll be back in a little while.  It shouldn't be
more than a half-hour or so.  That's okay, isn't it?"

"Go.  Enjoy."

"Fine.  I'll see you in a little while."

With that I put my book on the table, stood up, and started
to the front door.  As I went out across the front porch, I
decided that I'd wander over past John's and see if he was
around.  "Never hurts to try" I said to myself.

As I rounded the corner at Chuck's and headed down Indian
Trail, it dawned on me that I didn't even know which house
was John's.  Maybe I'd see him, though..

At the third house down, the front door opened as I passed
and (yes, Virginia there is a Santa Clause) John came out
and walked over to me.

"Must be mental telepathy.  I was just standing in the door
looking out and then I saw you walking up the street.
Thought I'd join you if you don't mind.  My wife is just
sitting there knitting and I was bored with the same crap on
the tube.  Mind some company?"

"No.  Not at all!  In fact I was actually wishing for just
this.  Running into you, o r you coming out and joining
me.that is."

"Well, Bingo!  You have just won your prize."

"And what a prize!!!   Hey, you said `wife'. I didn't
realize you were married."

"Yeah.  I'm married; but I don't wear a ring like you do.  I
noticed the other day that you had one on. so I knew that
you were.   I've also got two kids -- twins - a boy and a
girl.  They're both away at college now.  So it's just my
wife and me here now."

"I've got three - a boy and two girls - but they're all past
college and out on their own now.   So it's just the two of
us here too.  Don't know what they mean about that `empty
nest syndrome' thing. I think it's grand!!  .So.  what would
you like to do?"

"Well..  I just happen to have a key to the clubhouse, if
you're interested.."

"Your damned right, I'm interested!!!  Let's go!!"

We both quickened our pace as we turned the next corner and
headed for the property owner's clubhouse.  It was only
about 2 blocks away, when John reached over and grabbed my
hand and said: "I want you, you know.  That's all I`ve been
thinking about for the past week.. Ever since last
Saturday".  Then he let go of my hand and we continued to
walk, as fast as we could without running, toward the
waiting clubhouse.

When we reached the side door of the cabin-like building,
John already had the key out of his pocket and quickly
opened it.  Without wasting any precious time, we slipped
inside.  The windows on the other side of the large open
room, opening onto the lake, allowed sufficient illumination
for us to see without having to turn on the lights.  As he
closed the door behind him, John grabbed me around the waist
and pulled me to him, turning us to press my back against
the wall beside the door, and bent over to kiss me.  At the
same time he reached down and placed his right hand on the
front of my pants.

I broke from the kiss long enough to whisper, "You don't
believe in wasting any time do you?"  and then returned to
his waiting lips.  I reached up and pulled his head down to
grind his lips tighter against mine.  I was probably even
more ready and eager than he was, after five days of
fantasizing just this type of situation.  I moaned lowly in
my throat to let him know that I was really enjoying this,
and pushed myself against him, trapping his hand between us,
and rubbed against it.

He took up on it right away and began to rub my crotch with
his hand and to move his fingers, exciting the now-growing
lump that was forming in there.  I  moved my hands down from
his head and grabbed his buttox and pulled him even closer
to me, feeling their round firmness and wishing to feel
their flesh - not the denim of his jeans that was covering
them.

We stood this way and kissed for what seemed like many long
minutes, but was probably no more than one.  Then we broke
apart and went for each other's shirt buttons.  We both knew
that we didn't have a lot of time to waste - we'd have to be
back to our homes pretty soon - so we were not going to
waste a precious second more than absolutely necessary
before we could feel each other's naked body against our
own.  Shirts were off and pants were down in record time.and
shoes, socks and tee-shirts were fast behind..until we were
both standing there in nothing but our boxer shorts.

I couldn't wait any longer.. I quickly knelt in front of
him, pulling the waistband of his shorts down even as I
knelt.  And there it was!!!!  Long .. very long!!  And
ready!!!  Before I could think of anything else, I had bent
forward and that beautiful pink head disappeared between my
eager lips.  My tongue was dancing all over the end of it,
searching for the slit, to stop and probe momentarily before
lapping around and under to rasp on that sensitive spot
where the bottom ridge forms its little `v'.  As my tongue
moved under and around, I felt the end swell and the length
of it jerked as it grew even more!  I'd never really been
good a any deep-throating, but with the narrowness of this
delightful tool, I was hoping to take as much as I could.
Sure enough, as I raised up above it, it began to slide down
as easily as a sword in a circus act.  I was in heaven!  And
from the sounds he was making above me, I think John was
pretty close to those pearly gates himself!!!

Suddenly he straightened up and pushed me off that delicious
warm, silky-soft, broom-stick.  "Hey, you know I never got
to have any of your cock the last time.  Lie down.  I want
to try some of it too."

As I lay down on the floor, I pulled my own shorts off and
John knelt beside me.   Taking my raging hard-on into his
hand, he said: "Now that's more like it.  Hey, you're not so
bad off yourself."

"In comparison to you, mine's not much more that a `nub'."

"Hell, it's gotta be at least 6-and-a-half inches.  That's
nothing to feel insecure over.  Now shut up and let me use
my mouth for what it's meant for."  With that he bent
forward and smoothly took my entire shaft into his mouth and
down his throat right to the pubic bush of brown curls at
the base.  Man, that guy knows how to do it!!  His lips, his
tongue, his throat muscles, the suction.. I was already
starting to see stars. Never! Never! Had I had a bj like
this.  Actually, it was far beyond a `bj'. this was, as I
have read about, a `real cock sucking'.  He was a master!!!

I could have just laid back and enjoyed it, as they say, but
I still wanted more of that monster prick still sticking out
nearly a foot between his legs.  So I reached over, grabbed
on his leg, and pulled him toward my face.  He took that cue
and lifted up onto his knees and then straddled my head so
that his balls were hanging directly over my ready lips.  I
could smell the warm, musky scent of a man's private
regions.  It just aroused me that much more.  I lifted my
head slightly so I could reach the two low-hanging orbs
above my face and licked at them.  He must have liked that
because he shifted back slightly and crouched lower so that
they were more accessible.  I licked again and again.  Then
he shifted further back so that I could now run my tongue
onto the under side of his long, throbbing rod.  I reached
up and pulled back on his legs so that I could reach the tip
with my tongue and then pull it down into my mouth.  In this
position it slid right in and then down into my throat.  He
started to shiver and then began to slowly fuck my mouth.
Oh, was this wonderful!!

About the same time, I felt the warmth of his mouth juices
running down off my own rigid staff, around my balls, and
down into the crevice below.  The I felt his hand moving in
between my thighs and a finger began to probe at the center
of my rosebud.  With the lubrication that had made it way to
there, the finger slowly entered the tight opening.  I
moaned and opened my legs to give him greater access.  As
good as what he was doing to my cock felt, I remembered what
it had been like on Saturday, and now all I wanted was for
him to be deep inside me again.  I managed to pull my head
away and almost shouted, "Yes, please..   Fuck me!  Slide
that tool deep into me!!!  Give it to me!  I want it!  NOW!
Please!!!!"

He didn't need much urging.  Still keeping his finger in
place inside me and staying on his knees, he moved around to
where he was now kneeling in the space between my knees.  I
reached down and grabbed my legs and pulled them up to where
I could put my calves over his shoulders.  He added a second
finger and continued to probe.  I was raising my ass to make
it easier for him, but fingers were not what I wanted.
"Now!!" I whispered hoarsely, "put that super tube steak in
there.  I want you to drill me good!  I've been dreaming
about that flag pole you call a dick and just how deep it
can get into me. I want to feel every damn inch of it. so
start feedin' it to me, guy!"

It didn't take any more urging for him to get with the
program.as soon as I had said what I said, I felt him remove
his fingers and felt something else begin to press against
the empty opening.   I envisioned what it was and lifted my
hips again to help ease his entry.  Then I felt the give as
it made it way, head first, into my waiting tunnel.  The
feeling was again nothing less than glorious!!  There was
something about that rod that defies any explanation.  It
just sent electrical sparks throughout my whole body!!!  I
couldn't get enough of it!!!  "WOW!!!  You are good, man!!
You've got me ready to scream!!  I can't believe what that
feels like!  Keep it up!  Keep that going!  Man, I want to
be royally fucked!!  Do me!  Do me!  Oooohhhh, shit!
Oooooohhh, fuck!  OOOooooohhh, yes!!!"

By this point he had established a rhythm that was just
damned near perfect!  Not too fast, not too slow, not too
hard, not too easy..  I was getting an ass fucking by an
expert with the best tool of the trade.  It was phenomenal!
I could feel it as it slid in and out of the warm glove of
my fuck chute.  Each time, the head would brush against that
spot over the prostate and I would just quiver all over.  I
was at a point that I could no longer form words.  I could
only moan and moan and groan and roll my head from side to
side.  I did manage to get my legs down off his shoulders
and around the small of his back at some point, but as much
as I wanted to pull him in to me closer, I knew that he what
he was doing was too great for me to interfere.

Then the tempo began to increase.  I could feel him reaching
for that gold ring.  I could hear the sound of his groin
slapping in between my legs and his thrusts began to lift me
off the floor each time he hilted into me.  It just got
better!!  If I thought it felt good before.it was now beyond
belief!!!  It might be long and narrow, but it could piston
as well as any of the wider ones I've had in the past.  I
was getting a butt-fuck par excellence!  Now he was moaning
on each thrust.  It was an animal chorus of sounds in the
dark room.  And that's what we were at this point.pure
animals in lust!

Then he shifted slightly and grabbed my shoulders to hold me
in place and lunged forward nearly ripping my asshole open
as he plunged as deeply as he possibly could.and stopped
dead in his tracks!  Then I felt it deep inside me.  His rod
jerked up against the inside wall of my tunnel and then I
felt the hot lava of his manhood spew into me.  It jerked
again, and more lava flowed.  .and again..  and again..
then he began his earlier piston strokes, much slower this
time.   Stopping briefly each time at full depth, and each
time I felt the jerk and knew that he was adding more batter
to the bowl.  Again as last time, I felt as though I wanted
to cry from happiness and joy.

Slowly he leaned up, still imbedded deep inside me, and
reached down and grasped my now explosively hardened member.
With about three or four quick jerks, I was shooting my own
lava all the way over my shoulders onto the floor by my
head.  Each time I shot, I could feel my sphincter closing
tight around him and he would grind against me.  I don't
know how many times this happened.  I couldn't have counted
them if I wanted to.  But soon he was holding a much reduced
piece of meat in his hand and he let it drop down into the
curly hairs at its base.

Then he leaned forward, pressing himself onto my cum-covered
chest, muttered "thank you", and covered my mouth with his.
It wasn't a rough and passionate kiss this time, but was
soft and warm and caring; and I knew that he had felt the
same wondrous rapture as I had.

We stayed like that for about a minute, then grudgingly
parted and stood to get dressed without saying a word.
Somehow conversation just didn't fit right then.   So we
found some paper towels in the kitchen, cleaned us both off
from my jizm that I had shot onto myself and then he had
laid on to hold and kiss me, and wiped up the floor  (what
would the next person in here think?).  Slowly we dressed,
still silent, and I followed him out the door and stood to
the side as he locked up.

We still didn't speak until we had stepped off the clubhouse
porch and started across the lawn toward the street.
Finally, I broke the silence.  "You said `thank you', but
it's really me who should be thanking you.  I've never
experienced anything like this before!  That was beyond
wonderful. beyond incredible.I can't even find a way to
describe it!"

"I know what you mean.  It's like something I've dreamed of
all my life..like I've been waiting for.  Something I've
known was out there, but never thought I'd find."

"How can it be so wonderful..but also makes me feel
frightened?  I think you've just become my greatest
nightmare."

"Nightmare?"

"Yes.  I think I may be feeling true love for the first time
in my life."

"How the hell is that a `nightmare'?"

"Because it doesn't fit with my life, my plans."

"How's that?"

"Actually, I've never actually felt what they call `true
love' in all my life.  Yes, I'm married, and I `love' my
wife, but not that way, really.  I'm gay.  I'm attracted to
other men.  How could I truly love a woman in a romantic and
sexual way?  I've always feared that I might meet the one
man that I could feel that way for..and that's the word
`feared'.because I have chosen my life the way it is, and I
cannot - will not - change that.  Now I'm afraid I may have
met him.  That's why I called you `my greatest nightmare'."

"Oh, shit!  I see where you are going.  .and you may not be
going there alone.  There is something about you that I want
as well. and not just sex.  Oh, shit!  This is getting out
of hand . and doing it too damned fast!  I think we need to
really sit and talk, but we don't have time tonight.  And
I'm in the same boat.  There is no way I am going to change
my current arrangements either."

"I'll try to get out tomorrow night, but she already
volunteered to walk with me.  I'll see what I can do to get
out alone.  Can you?"

"Yeah. I should be able to.

"Great.  Let's do that and talk."

Somehow we were already back in front of his house, so he
just looked at me, winked, and whishpered, "I don't want to
say it, but I think I love you."

"Nor I, but I think so too.."


(to be continued....)