Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2000 15:23:01 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Just Being Neighborly - Chap 9

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...


Just Being Neighborly.  -  Chapter 9

"Rache, thanks for showing me the `toy'. I just may have to
get one of those." Julie said as she and John started out
the door on their way back to their own house.  "And, Peter,
don't forget to come over tomorrow night.John loves to talk
fishing, and I'm counting on you keeping him out of trouble
while I'm out."

"Don't worry.  I used to be a good babysitter." I replied.

"That was nice.  They're really a nice couple," my wife said
as the door closed.  ".and you need a friend of your own -
other than the husbands of  `our' friends -- especially one
that can share an interest with you.  I've been telling you
to get a hobby for years.  Maybe you'll find an interest in
fishing."

"Maybe I will."  ("I sure was `interested' in his pole
tonight." I thought to myself.)

.....


"Hi, Julie, where's the `fisher-person'?" I asked as she
opened to door to let me in.  "I'm here and eager to learn."

"Right!  If I have it figured out right, all the two of you
are going to do is bullshit the night away and probably turn
on ESPN and watch some game.  But you can call it `fishing
lessons' if you want.."

"I guess we're busted." I said, playing along with her.  If
only she knew the truth of it.or..thank heaven she doesn't
know the truth of it.that's the last thing anyone needs!!!

"Hey, John, where you hiding?" I called out as I walked back
toward the tv room.  Turning to Julie I said, "I guess he's
back here somewhere?"

"Probably the tv room.  just go right through the kitchen to
the back of the house. I'm sure you can find your way.  It's
not that big of a house.  You can't stay lost in here for
long.  Ha. Ha."

"Me?  If you ask Rache, she'd probably tell you I get lost
walking across a large room.  Have fun at your meeting.
I'll probably be gone by the time you get home."

"'Fun'?  With that bunch of senior biddies???  I don't know
why I volunteered to do this, but, I guess, I'm stuck with
it now.  .but only for another 3 or 4 months.  Then I'll get
back to my own life.  John'll show you where we keep the
beer."  And out the door she went.

"Beer's in the fridge," John said coming around from the
hall.

"That's okay.  I don't drink beer."

"We've got wine, if you prefer."

"No thanks.  I really don't drink at all.

"Oh?  Religious thing?"

"No.  Allergy thing."

"An allergy?  What does it do to you?

"It makes me `break out'.   Yeah.  When I drink I tend to
break out - - doors and windows and things.so I find it a
lot safer to just not drink."

"Oh..  I think I understand.."

"Besides, I found out it also interfered with other things
that I am finding a lot more fun and pleasure in now. if you
get my drift."

"That one I'm sure I understand."

"Good.  Where to?"

"I want to try one place we've not made it to yet."

"Hunh?"

"Come on back, I've made up the bed in the guest room.  I
want you in a bed .. And I do have this thing about not
doing anything in my wife's bed.  Would you call me `old-
fashioned' over that?"

"That's funny.  I have the same feeling.  I've had a few
guys to my house over the years, but never, never in our
bedroom.   .so, where's the guest room?"

"Not so fast, Sparky, ." he started as he reached out toward
me.

I moved into his arms and lifted my face to allow his lips
to cover mine.  His right hand came up behind my head and
pressed it toward him.  His left hand moved down my back to
my butt and pulled that tighter to him as well.  My hands
went around and down to cup his buns and lift and massage
them as his tongue parted my lips and entered.  I moaned and
leaned into him.  We were alone and I wasn't worried about
any sounds, so I continued to make little moaning sounds to
let him know that I wanted everything he could give to me.

After a minute he broke the kiss and turned his head to the
side so he could kiss me on my neck.  He nuzzled up to my
ear and nipped at the lobe with his lips.  His tongue came
out . only the tip. and began to trace small circles just
below at the top of my neck under the ear lobe.  I turned us
so that I could lean back against the wall and reached up
and unbuttoned my shirt between us.  He took the cue and
began to move his lips down over my collar bone and onto my
chest.

He slowly worked his way down and over to my left nipple and
covered it with his lips.  Then I could feel him press
tighter so that his teeth could close lightly over it and he
worked with his lips, teeth, and tongue to make it harden
and stand out like the eraser on the back end of a pencil.
Then he moved back up to plant his lips on mine again.  His
tongue went deep and rubbed its raspy surface against the
roof of my mouth all the way to the back.  I tried to
swallow it.  I wanted it.  Oh! How I wanted all of him in
me.to be one entity with him.  To share every cell and fiber
of his being.

I reached across and started with the buttons on his shirt.
His hands were still both behind me and had started to
stroke up and down softly on my shoulders, back, and buttox.
As soon as I had his shirt open I moved my face forward to
bury it in the mat of hair that I found so sexy and
stimulating.  Oh, how I love the scratchy, masculine feel of
his hairy chest against my lips and cheeks.  I kissed one
nipple and then the other.  I licked the space between and
the space above up to his neck.  I kissed his neck and
nuzzled him below the ear lobe.  Then I went back to his
lips and pulled his head tight against me in a kiss only two
passionate lovers could ever achieve.  I want him!  I want
him! Was all I could think.

Somehow we had moved down the hall and were now standing in
the doorway to what I guessed was the guest room . and the
bed he was planning for us to use.  Yes, that sounded like a
wonderful idea!!  To feel the warmth of his body at the same
time as the coolness of fresh sheets.  This time to make
love like civilized beings and not like two overheated
animals in the woods.

I broke away and stepped into the room, pulling on my shirt
to free the tail from the grip of my belt, and letting it
fall to the floor.  At the same time I had used each of my
feet to remove the shoe and sock from the other, so I was
now standing there in only my chino slacks.  He also removed
his shirt and shoes and was starting to open his belt.

"No.  Let me do that, please," as I reached out and took
hold of the end of his belt.  I pushed him over to the bed
and then pushed him back onto it until he was lying down
with his legs and feet over the edge.  "That's the way." I
continued, as I opened the belt and unbuttoned the top of
his jeans.  Slowly I slid the zipper down, and pulled the
sides apart.  Then I knelt between his knees, my knees on
the floor and leaned forward to where my lips were just
above his navel.

My tongue came out and I started to make small circles in
the hair around his navel, starting to trace my way down his
treasure trail to the waistband of his bikini briefs.  "My
goodness!!" I said softly in a stage whisper, "whatever do
we have here?  Since when did you go to wearing meat
hangers?"

I felt his stomach muscles tighten as he chuckled and said,
"I thought something new might be in order."

"I like" I said, and I reached up with my hands to grab the
elastic waistband, bending my fingers under the top, and
slowly started to pull it down.   Ever so slowly I worked at
it, and slowly my tongue kept to the trail of dark curls
pointing the way.  I slid my hands around to his back,
keeping my fingers under the band.  He lifted his butt
slightly to ease the passage and I was able to pull the back
of his briefs down and under those delightful globes of his
ass.  I could feel their muscular softness against my hands
and wanted to turn him over and kiss them, but right now I
had another goal in mind.  I'd get to those other treats in
due time.

Then I was almost there.  The trail had widened to a briar
patch of dark curly brush.  I buried my nose into its middle
and breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of his manhood.   I
moved my hands back to the front and to the sides of the
opened jeans.  Now I pulled my thumbs out and over the blue
denim material, my fingers still under the elastic of his
underwear, and everything started to move downward.   Then I
could feel the base of his love tool under my lips.  I
covered it and ran my tongue over it.   I pulled the
interfering cloth further down toward his thighs and knees,
and more of his tool came to light.  Again I covered it with
my lips and then ran my tongue over it.  By now the very top
of his ball sack was visible on each side of the grand organ
that topped it.  I stuck my tongue down into the crevice and
licked.  Then I moved to the other side and repeated that
action.

John was lying perfectly still.  He was flat on his back and
his hands were down to his sides with the palms flat against
the bed.  I could sense the pleasure that he was feeling.
He wasn't going to move and interrupt whatever was going on.

Now I moved my hands to the outsides and pulled further on
the cloth impediment to my ministrations.  The top of his
jeans and his briefs moved down another two inches.  This
time I could see the globes themselves nestled in their soft
skin container below the throbbing and swelling rod that was
being held down in place by that cloth.  Again I leaned
forward and took a deep smell of his musk and used my tongue
to stimulate what I could now reach.  This time I heard a
soft moan from above my head.

That was enough.  I pulled harder and managed to get his
jeans and briefs down to his knees.  As they passed the
point of entrapment, his long cock swung upward and arced
over to slap down against his belly.  He spread his legs
slightly, and there they were.two delicious orbs filled with
baby-making honey hanging between his thighs.  I reached up
with my left hand and with my palm behind them, lifted them
forward and kissed them.

One then the other, I kissed and tickled with the end of my
tongue.  He opened his legs wider to make room for my head
and I moved forward to reach under them with my tongue and
lift them with it, savoring the flavor and heady aroma of
his most private parts.  Then I lifted my face and my tongue
went out to touch him right at the point where the underside
of his shaft and the bump of the tube inside became visible
out of the scrotum.  It jumped and swelled.  I licked again,
a little higher.  I again jumped and swelled, then fell back
and retreated.

Slowly I began to work my way up its length to the pink
strawberry head at the end.  Each time I touched it with my
tongue I could see it lift and the head swell.   Finally, he
couldn't stand it any more.  He sat up and his rod pointed
it's split end directly at my face.  He grabbed the back of
my head and pulled it toward that prize of all prizes.  I
opened my mouth and it drove itself home.

"Oh, shit!!  Yesssss!!! Suck that mother!!!  Get it ripe and
ready!!!"  he gritted out through his clenched teeth.  That
man was ready to explode!!!  And I was ready to take his
explosion!!!  Damn!  Was I ready!!!

I drove my own head down and further over that hot,
throbbing rod until it was deep into my throat.  I gripped
it with my throat muscles and wrapped it with my tongue.
Then I backed off.  I could tell he was right near the edge,
but I didn't want him to go over yet.  Not tonight.  I had
other plans.

"Let's get these pants off.  They're in the way!!!"  I
unbuckled my own belt, opened the fly and pushed my slacks
and boxers down my legs and off my feet.   Then I grabbed
his jeans by the cuffs and pulled them the rest of the way
off, taking the briefs with them.  I grabbed his feet and as
I climbed onto the bed I pulled them with me so that he was
now lying with his head on the pillows and his feet at the
end of the bed.   I straddled him with my knees and lay on
top of him so that our cocks were lying alongside one
another and I could feel my balls lying down against his.

I slid my hands under his back and shoulders and lifted him
slightly and kissed him.  As we kissed, I slowly moved my
hips up and down to rub myself against him.  We must have
both unloaded quite a bit of precum when I did that, because
it suddenly got very slick down there and I could feel our
two rods as they moved against each other.  He began to
thrust and raise his hips to my movements and I felt a
shudder pass down through his body.  Another small moan
escaped through his nose since his mouth was plastered
tightly against mine.

This was man-sex at its best.. Or at least at the best I had
ever had.

This was another one of `my turns'..  I sat up and lifted my
right knee and leg so that I could give him some room to
move and said, "Roll over".   He didn't argue or even
hesitate, he simply rolled over under me so that his back
and that beautiful ass were facing me.  I dropped my knee
back down on the bed so that I was straddling his legs
again.  Now I could kiss it..and kiss it I did.  Over and
over and over.  I kissed one cheek then the other.   At the
top, on the sides, in the middle, and down where it merged
with the back of his thighs.   Then I kissed up his back and
back down to where I started.  I kissed some more and ran
the tip of my tongue over everywhere I had kissed.

He started to moan.  This time, I mean, he started to moan.
Over and over again as I kissed and tongued his back and the
twin globes of his ass.   I lifted my right knee again and
reached down, pressing on the inside of his leg to get him
to spread his legs.  He complied and opened them fully
enough for me to climb between his knees and kneel there.  I
quietly spit into my right hand and reached between his legs
until I could slide it up between his cheeks.

I think he knew right then what was coming and he raised
himself up a little so that the cheeks opened and I could
see the rosy, pink sphincter.  I slid my hand back down and
over the tight hole, spreading the saliva as a lubricant and
preparing for the next move.  This time I moved my hand back
up and over the hole, then stopped, curled all the fingers
except the middle one into the palm and used it to push
against the wrinkled opening.  I worked it back and forth
over the hole and continued to press.  On about the third
trip across, it stopped and the tip disappeared into the
crack.

"Just relax," I said.  "If it hurts at all, please tell me.
I don't want to hurt you.  I want you to know the pleasures
that I feel when you are in me."  Slowly I worked with the
one finger until it was going in to the second knuckle, and
out, with no resistance.  I leaned forward and dripped some
more saliva onto my finger and the crack around it.  This
seemed to further ease the passage and I went deeper until
the finger was completely out of sight.

John was moaning again, and started to move his ass from
side to side and lift it to meet my finger on the way in.  I
kept this moving and then, when I felt it was time, I added
the index finger alongside the other and pushed them both
into the slot.  He shuddered slightly and then lifted his
ass for more.  A few more minutes and I added the ring
finger.

After only a couple of thrusts with the three fingers, John
turned his head to the side and whispered, "It's okay now.
please give me what you know I really want."  He reached
over to the side and grabbed a small bottle that was on the
night table, passing it back to me.  I saw then that he had
prepared the guest room more than just making the bed.  It
was a bottle of some kind of oil (I think he was planning to
use it on me, not vice-versa, but he'd have his chance too .
later).  I poured some of it into my right palm and used it
to lubricate the rigid battering ram sticking out between my
own legs.  Then I leaned forward.

As the tip of my rod touched the now ready lips of his ass,
I felt him tighten in anticipation.  "No. relax," I said.
"You can't tighten up like that.  At best it will hurt, and
at worst it won't even go in..  I said I don't want to hurt
you."  I could feel the tension as he willed it away.
Slowly I pushed my hips forward and I felt the resistance
again.  I pressed forward slightly and still felt the
resistance, but suddenly I felt him raise himself and move
backward against me.and in it slipped.  Just a little went
in, then he pushed back again and the head disappeared.  I
could feel the tightness of his sphincter as it gripped me
just below the rim of my glans.

I heard him moan softly and felt him shudder.  Then I heard
him whisper, "Oh, yes.  That does feel good!  Come on and
push it in."

.and so I did.  Slowly I pushed and drove my six-and-a-half
inches into the warm, velvety hollow of his ass.  It felt
sooooo good.  Oh, yes, it felt sooooo good.  Then I began
its retreat back to the edge where it again gripped me just
below the rim.  Back in I went.  After about a minute of
this, John whispered to me again: "Not like this.  I want to
see your face. from the front. like when I'm doing you..."

We started to try and turn, keeping me in him, but somehow
we couldn't seem to get the tangle of arms and legs to
cooperate.  So I pulled out and he rolled over onto his
back.  I reached to each side grabbing under his knees and
pulled them up and then pushed them toward his shoulders and
outward.  I moved forward on my knees until I was up against
his crotch - balls to balls - then backed off slightly and
with my left hand reached down and pushed the head of my
cock down toward its target.  He reached around under his
leg and guided me into the slot.  As I pushed, I felt the
enveloping warmth again.

"Oh, yes!" he grunted.  "Now I can see AND feel.  I
understand why you like it better this way.  Oh, damn that
feels good..and from your look I think you think it feels
good too."

"How about less talking and more fucking, stud boy!" I
replied, and I started to pump.  Slowly at first then with
more speed and power.  I'm really a bottom, so I've never
been a master of the runaway piston, but what I was doing
certainly seemed to be acceptable to him.  He had pulled his
legs down further and spread them as far as he could in that
position so I had absolutely full access to his entryway.  I
was now up on my knees and holding myself up in a push-up
position to drive myself in and out of him with all the
fervor I could muster.

I could feel myself getting closer.  I could feel the
muscles of his love chute gripping me and pulling me.  I
felt him starting to buck under me and work his ass to both
get every feeling he could and to give back to me everything
he could send that way.  This was a ride!! This was more
than I ever dreamed of!!  Oh, damn, was this
indescribable!!!  I was starting to think to myself, "Pound
that ass.  Fuck that chute.  Drive that baby home.  Let's
ride that mother and shoot him full my milk and cream!!"  I
was so far into my fantasy that I wasn't even aware of how
close I was . until the first load exploded out of me.

"Holy shit!!  Oh my god!!!  Oh holy hell!! It's cumming!!!
It's cumming!!! Drink that load, baby!!!  Suck every drop of
it up that ass!!  Can you feel it?  Can you feel it?"

"Oh, yes.  I feel it.  It's like stars exploding inside me.
It's warm.  It's filling me.  I never thought it would be so
good!  Come on!!  Keep shooting.  See if you can fill me.
Load me up!  Give it to me!!! Give it up, baby!!  Make that
ass cry!!  Oh, shit, here comes mine!!!!  I'm gonna shoot!!
I'm gonna shoot!!  Oh, shit, I'm squirting quarts down
here!!  Oh, shit!!  Oh, damn, that's insane.  Oh, my god.
I'm gonna explode!!  Every part of me feels like its
screaming!!  Holy jeeminy!!  That's incredible!!!"

I thought I was flying at max altitude.until he started to
shoot.and when he did, his asshole clamped onto me with the
grip of a 500-pound gorilla and I thought it was going to
pull right off.  Then the next shot fired and I went into
orbit!!!  Holy shit, I never felt anything like that.  It
was as if I had started a whole new orgasm right behind the
other, only this one made the first one seem like a 15-year-
old's jerk off in the barn.  I thought my balls were going
to get sucked up and out through my cock.  It was like a 200-
volt short circuit that turned my whole lower body into
mush.  Nothing below my waist was moving except for a cock-
gone-wild that was throbbing, jerking, and spurting wad
after wad of red-hot jizm.

I collapsed onto him and I felt him go limp below me.
Neither one of us could have spoken if we had wanted to.  I
finally managed to pull myself forward enough to reach his
lips and kiss them.  Of course, as I did so, I could feel
myself pull out of him and the cold wetness dragged across
his pubic hairs.  I then became aware of the same cold
wetness on my chest and elsewhere between us.

It didn't take much to figure out that he had, indeed, left
a massive amount of his love juice all over himself, and I
was now lying in it.  I moved slightly so that I could feel
it rub and slide between us.  I just wanted to suck it all
in through my pores.  If that's love, then I `m now living
right in the middle of  `my nightmare'..and I don't care!!!

I finally caught my breath enough to speak.  "That sure
beats the hell out of fishing!  Wouldn't you say?"

He didn't answer.  He just reached up, grabbed my head on
both sides, and pulled my mouth back to his.  We kissed
again, and he wrapped his arms around my back and held me.
Yes, .I don't care.  I love this man, and I slid my hands
under his shoulders and held him back.

But love, or not, neither of us were going to go all the way
with this..  "Better get up and get cleaned up," he finally
said.  "We've got time to hit the shower and clear away the
`evidence' before you have to get out of here."

.....

"When is the next replay, do you think?"  I asked on the way
out the door.

"I don't know, but I'm not as young as I used to be, and
there ain't no way we can do this nightly and still keep
walking!  Maybe we can get together again on Saturday - your
house in the morning?"

"Sounds good to me.  If not, we'll figure something out.
You sleep well, lover boy, okay?"

"Okay. but I hope I don't start calling out your name in my
dreams."

"I hope you're kidding.  You don't talk in your sleep do
you?"

"Not that I know of. or not that anyone has ever told me."

"That's a relief..  It'd be a hell of time to start,
wouldn't it?"

"Don't even think of it.  clear your mind of such thoughts.
Think you can make it home without drowning?"

"I've got my umbrella here outside the door, and it seems to
have let up a little.  Sleep tight..and by the way.. Oh,
forget it.  See you on Saturday."


(to be continued)

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