Date: Fri, 4 Dec 1998 11:38:42 -0500 (EST)
From: mlogan69@email.com
Subject: Another Married Neighbor

ANOTHER MARRIED NEIGHBOR

This story involves sexual activities between men.  If gay stories 
aren't your gig, then don't read this.  If these types of activities 
are illegal in your local, then don't read this.  If you are younger 
than 18 years, then you too shouldn't read this.

I would like to thank all of the people who took the time to e-mail 
and give complements/critiques on my first story, "Two Married 
Neighbors."  If you haven't read that story yet, you might want to; 
especially considering that this story is a sequel to that one.  If 
your only looking for the sex part of this then you need to work on 
some imagination (it's about half-way down).

I welcome any and all responses to my stories (mlogan69@email.com) 
and will reply to all of them.  If you do not wish for me to reply, 
PLEASE TELL ME SO IN YOUR E-MAIL.

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Here goes, again.........

Matt and I would occasionally fool around, sometimes just sneaking a 
grope here and there around our wives (when they weren't looking), 
sometimes having great wham-bam sex, other times kissing and cuddling.  
This guy had so much to give, and of course I loved receiving (heh heh 
heh). 

A couple of months after Matt and I first got together, my wife and I 
were taking a walk around the neighborhood, as we normally did.  At 
the bottom of the street is a cul-de-sac and we were just coming 
around to head back up to our house when this black Jetta and a red 
Chevy truck pulled up in front of a house that was under construction.  
I had recognized the vehicles from before and guessed that these were 
the people who were having the house built.  I was correct.

They got out of their car/truck and said hello, and introduced 
themselves as Keith and Kayla.  Kayla was (is) a very pretty brunette 
with long naturally curly hair.  And then Keith.........whew!  (Yes, I 
am always admiring guys).  Well, Keith stands about 6'3", weighs 
probably around 245 lbs. (I'm guessing at the weight.  All I know is 
that it would probably only take him about a month of working out to 
get really toned) and is big-boned.  He has brown eyes and brown hair 
which he keeps shaved in a crew cut, but that night he had a ball cap 
on (what's with these guys and their ball caps?) so I didn't realize 
then how short his hair was.  He's not a fantastic looking man (not a 
Greek god), but he has a strong presence about him, which I find sexy.

They informed us that the closing on their house was coming up in 
about 2 months, and that they were so excited about building their 
first house.  We knew exactly how they felt.  The whole time we're 
talking I can't help but to check Keith out.  He was wearing shorts 
and a nice t-shirt, no sox but he wore those little footies that some 
guys wear.  Very nice legs, and long (remember, he's pretty tall) and 
hairy (but not like Magilla Gorilla).  She was in marketing and he was 
a coach at a private school here in the metro area.  He used to play 
football in college which explained his physique.  He has large hands 
and feet (must wear big gloves and big shoes - heh heh heh).

The whole time I was checking him out he never once seemed as though 
he was paying attention to what I was focusing on (his basket), but 
seemed real excited about moving in and meeting new people.  I figured 
that this guy's probably straight, right?  Well.........ya never know 
these days (see "Two Married Neighbors").  He's got a great 
personality and kept me laughing.  We bid our "goodnights" and let 
them visit their still-being-built house.  

The weeks went by and we saw Keith and Kayla many times during our 
walks when they would come by to check the progress on their house.
Finally, moving day arrived for them, and they did it right!  They 
had about 6-8 friends of theirs helping them move, so they were 
finished pretty fast.

The next week we invited them over for drinks and to say "welcome."  
They were so much like us; it was great to meet some neighbors that we 
had so much in common with (oops!  Can't forget about what Matt and I 
have in common!).  As time went by we'd go to this one particular 
Mexican restaurant and have dinner and drinks, usually margaritas or 
swirls (which is just a margarita with sangria swirled in).  I 
mentioned in my last story how when I drank I flirted a little more 
with guys, right?

Now I must remind you that Keith coaches his school's football and 
basketball teams, so we didn't get to see the two of them all that 
often, maybe every 3-4 weeks or so.  Sometimes we'd stop by, sometimes 
they would.

Well as I've said, Keith keeps his hair cut pretty short and we got to 
talking about that.  I said that you really had to have a nice-shaped 
head in order to maintain a crew cut, which I said that I didn't have.  
Keith said that he didn't think his was that nice of a shape, then 
Kayla stood up and took his hat off (remember, we were drinking - I 
had had 3 large swirls by this time) and said that he had a very nice 
head.  So, being tipsy I reached over and started to rub around on his 
head, real playful-like, and said, "ooooh Keith, you do have a nice 
head," and laughed.  He's got a great sense of humor and he just said, 
something along the lines of, "you like feeling my head?"  I just 
laughed, thinking to myself, yeah buddy, but it's the other one I 
want to feel.  

That's pretty much how our relationship was; dinner, drinks, laughing, 
in general having a really great time together.  But then something 
happened.........I wrote "Two Married Neighbors."  

I had never written anything before and couldn't believe all of the e-
mails that I received; many complements were sent my way and I had 
started to have a rapport with a few of the folks who e-mailed me.

One guy called himself Kevin, though I doubt anybody gives their real 
names.  Kevin was a nice guy with whom I kept in contact with and we'd 
occasionally flirt with each other.  He seemed like a fun guy.  Kevin 
also knew of some guys in his neighborhood that he would love to jump 
in the sack with, but that they were all married.  "Hey," I said, "I'm 
not exactly single, right?  So you never know which married men are 
willing to play the skin flute, if you know what I mean."  He'd just 
laugh (or at least he'd 'lol').  

Over time we would tell each upcoming plans, kind of like you'd ask 
your buddy 'what's goin' on this weekend.'  And then we'd always ask, 
'well, how was your weekend,' that sort of thing.  It took a while 
before he let me know that he was actually a married man and had 
always been curious about guys but had never 'investigated,' in his 
words.

One day when my wife and I were walking around the neighborhood, Keith 
drove by and stopped to see how we were doing.  We chatted for a while 
and made plans for them to come up to our house for dinner that Friday 
evening.  And drinks, of course.

So Thursday comes and I check me e-mail, and there of course is a note 
from Kevin; only this time he asks if we can meet on ICQ at a certain 
time so that we could live chat.  It had never occurred to me before 
to ask him if he had that program, so I e-mailed him that I'd meet him 
at the time he wanted and sent him my ID# so that he could find me 
easier.

We logged on ICQ and it was much easier communicating by this method 
than through e-mails; and faster, to boot!  As was usual he asked what 
my plans were and I told him that we were having some company this 
weekend, what about his?  He told me that he and his wife were going 
to go over to a neighbor's house for dinner, and that he was really 
looking forward to it because the four of them hadn't gotten together 
in a while.  Sounded cool, I told him.

Kevin went on to mention how he had a crush on this neighbor, and that 
he was afraid of coming off as stand-offish in an attempt to not be 
obvious that he liked him.  I just laughed and reminded him that he 
had read my story and that one never knew about married men.  "True," 
he responded, with a little 'lol' following.  I told Kevin that I 
liked meeting him in ICQ and could we set a time in the future to meet 
again.  He said certainly, but that he'd have to figure out a time 
first, because he comes home from work so late in the evenings.  I 
wished him to have fun with his dinner plans, as did he with mine.

The next night Keith and Kayla came over and I served my house 
special, the Week At The Beach, along with a couple of appetizers.  
Several drinks and about an hour or so later I served the main course, 
which was an Italian dish of my own concoction; lasagna noodles 
wrapped around shredded mozzarella cheese and Italian sausage.  
Everything was yummy.

There was more drinking and merriment (and more drinking), and we all 
decided to play darts.  Keith had had much more to drink than I'd ever 
seen him have and he was acting pretty funny.  At first I thought that 
I'd had too much to drink because I thought he kept staring at me.  
But I hadn't had enough liquor to imagine that.

One time when we were playing darts (I love darts - he he he) I went 
to throw one and it ricocheted and stuck in the floor.  I bent over to 
pick it up and turned around; Keith was just staring at where my ass 
had been.  His eyes lingered on my crotch for just a moment longer, 
then he looked slowly up my body to my eyes (the wives were in the 
kitchen getting another drink).  I thought I'd stop breathing.  Here 
was this guy that I drooled over giving me some kind of eye (what is 
it about darts?).

I asked him if he was ready for his turn to hit the target.  He smiled 
and said "Yeah, I'm more than ready."  SHWING!!!  Ohmigod.  Did he 
actually say that?  I laughed and told him that he was a nut, trying 
to play it off.  Just then our wives clattered into the room with new 
drinks for all of us.  Keith just stared at me over his glass as he 
drank.  I got kind of nervous; who wouldn't considering our wives were 
right there.  

After around 1:00 a.m. they left to go home and my wife and I went up 
to bed.  I don't know if it was because I was drunk, but Keith's 
comment and the way he looked at me kind of had me confused.  I wasn't 
sure if he was turned on by me or if he was drunk or what.  Uggg.  The 
rest of the weekend went so slow.  I needed to talk to Kevin and see 
what his opinion was.

My wife had gone out of town on Sunday for another business trip.  She 
was to be gone for 10 days.  Matt liked when those trips happened; and 
needless to say, so did I.  But I couldn't have sex for 10 days, could 
I?  Nahhh.

Finally, Monday came and I got an e-mail from Kevin saying to meet him 
in ICQ that evening.  When we logged on he immediately started 
rambling on how he thought he did something wrong this weekend.  "Like 
what," I asked him.  But he didn't elaborate.  So I asked how his 
plans went with his friends and he said that everything was great.  He 
went on to talk about how he almost did something stupid in front of 
his neighbor that would've given away that he liked him.

"So tell me about this stud," I said.

"Well, he's about 5-10, 5-11, maybe 175-180 lbs., has hazel eyes, 
brown hair and a goatee."

"Damn, son, that could almost be me - LOL" I said to him.

He laughed back.

"So what do you like the most about this guy," I asked, "his 
enormous basket?"

"No, although he does have a decent form."

"Form?  Who says form? - lol"

"lol - I think what I like most about him is his sense of humor.  
He laughs a lot and seems to make everyone around him feel good.  
Always makes everyone feel comfortable."

"Sounds like a nice guy.  What's his name?"

"It's.........well!"

"What?"

"Y'all have the same name."

"I thought I was the only 'Mike' on the planet - lol.  So, what 
did y'all end up doing?"

"You'd laugh if I told you."

"Oh, puh-lease.  What did you do?"

"We drank, ate, drank some more, and played darts."

My heart froze.  No way.  No FRIGGIN' way!  I laughed to myself.  
Coincidences can sure be funny.  There was no way that I was really 
talking to Keith down the street!  The odds of that happening were, 
I'm certain, one trillion to one.  

So we talked a little more and I asked how that evening ended.  He 
said that he had had so much to drink that he almost made a pass 
at him.  He said that his balls were so backed up that when he and 
his wife went home he screwed her for ever.

"That's just the liquor," I kidded.

"No, man, I really wanted this guy - bad."

"I should be so lucky!"

"LOL.  Man, Mike, you really crack me up.  Just like........."

"Like who?"

"Well, funny, I was gonna say just like my neighbor, Mike."

"It's genetic; all 'Mikes' are funny."

"lol"

"So, what was for dinner?"

"Some Italian dish."

The blood drained from my face.  I caught my breath.  This was 
getting freaky.

"Mmmmmm, got to love Italians," I said, nervously.

"lol - I've never had what they served before."

"Well, what was it?" I asked, holding my breath.

"Well, it looked like lasagna, but it had sausage and cheese in 
it, and it was rolled up.  It was pretty good."

Oh SHIT!  Now the odds were one quadrillion to one.  No way was 
this Keith.  The conversation went on for a while.  I had to plan 
my next question carefully, so about fifteen minutes later I 
asked:

"So, tell me, is your real name Kevin?  Just curious, you don't 
have to tell me; my name really is Mike."

"No, it's not really Kevin."

Pause

"Well, you don't have to tell-"

"My real name's Keith."

I started frieking out right there.  Here was this guy I had lusted 
for for months, had gone to bed fantasizing about him, thinking that 
there was no way he could ever be interested in me.  And yet here he 
was, at least I was almost certain it was him, chatting with me, 
telling me that he liked a guy who most certainly was me!  Uggggg!

"Mike are you there?"

Gulp.  "Yeah, man, I'm here."

"I thought we got disconnected."

"No.  I'm right here.  So tell me, how was it you almost made a 
pass at the other Mike?"

"Well, he was throwing a dart and it bounced off and got stuck in 
the floor.  He bent over to pick it up and it was all I could do 
to stop myself from grabbing his ass."

IT WAS HIM!!!!  IT WAS HIM!!!! 

"Did he notice?" I asked him.

"I think.........well, I'm not real sure."

"I'll bet it drove him nuts when you stared at him over your 
glass."  Oh shit - can I back that up?

(very long pause)

I couldn't even ask him if he was still there.  What a screw-up I 
was!  Oh man!  Now I really know I've messed things up.  He'd never 
talk to me again.

Finally, "What made you think that that happened?"

Oh man, could I back-peddle here?  I don't think so.

"Just a guess," I typed.  Thank goodness he couldn't hear how 
nervous I really was.  

"Mike, I gotta go now."

And he was gone.  That friggin' "User has left the chat room" 
popped up.  All I could do was hit damn "ok" button.  Why couldn't 
there be a "come back to me" button?  Dammit!

I felt miserable.  And not because I was worried about 'not 
getting any.'  But because I really liked Keith - as a friend (but 
I was still dying to live out my fantasies with him).  He was so 
much fun to be around and now I was afraid that with the slip of 
my tongue, I had put our friendship into jeopardy.  Of course, 
maybe he didn't connect that his neighbor Mike and me Mike were 
the same.  Just maybe.........

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.  Oh shit!  I 
went downstairs to answer it, but there was no one there.  
"Hello?" I said.  Since nobody answered I shut the door and went 
over to the piano and started to play.  Then there was another 
knock.  "All right, dammit," I said, opening the door.

And there was Keith.  My stomach dropped so quickly I thought it'd 
pull me through to China.  I got my shit together and said, "Hey 
man, what's goin' on?"

He started laughing.

"Hmmmm, been drinking?"

He continued to laugh.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."  He came in and I shut the door.

He was still laughing.  

"What in the hell is so funny?" 

"You're 'Mike'."

"Yeah, and your Keith," I said, laughing nervously.

"No, no, no.  You're 'Mike'."

Then I laughed some more.  "And you're drunk!"

His laughter stopped and he said, "I don't drink on weekdays," and 
he stepped a little closer to me.

"Yeah, right," I said, still a little nervous.

"Wanna play darts?" he asked, keeping his eyes on mine.

Oh man, my head began to swim, recalling my time with Matt.  I 
should play darts more often!

"You came over here to laugh and play darts."

"Well........."

I shook my head and opened the dartboard cabinet.  I told him that 
he could shoot first.  He just stared.  

"Keith, go on, shoot.  What's wrong with you tonight?"

"Nothing.  I was just hoping you'd drop another dart-"

When he said that I couldn't hold back any longer.  I grabbed him by 
the shirt and pulled him to me, and planted my lips right on his 
mouth.  For a second I was worried because this guy could seriously 
kick my ass.  But he didn't.  He opened his mouth so that I could 
taste more of him.  Mmmmmmmm.

I don't think I had ever kissed somebody so passionately in my life as 
I did that night.  I almost started to hyperventilate I was so damn 
excited.  Feeling his chest against mine, his hands grabbing and 
roaming all over my body was a total dream come true.  I reached up 
and held his neck/shoulders in my hands, rubbing them while we kissed.  
His mouth felt so hot and wet on mine; in no time my dick was so hard 
it hurt.  I ground it into him, and he being a little taller started 
to work his cock into the lower part of my belly.

I started rubbing all over his strong chest and I could feel some 
chest hairs through the material; his nipples were rock hard.  His 
arms and hands were all over my back, feeling every square inch of me.  
As he started to rub and squeeze my ass I moaned into his mouth.  I 
was about to cream my jeans.  At least that's what it felt like.

As his hard cock pushed against my belly/pelvis, I reached around to 
his back and pulled him even tighter to me.  I love kissing men.  And 
his mouth was so welcoming.  When he took my face in his hands... 
ugggg!  I thought I'd go out of my mind!  Our kisses became tender, 
loving.  Mmmmmmmmmm.

As I reached to rub his hard-on I broke our kiss and suggested that we 
go upstairs.  Next thing I knew he wrapped his arms around me and went 
to pick me up (the guy is strong), so I wrapped my legs around his 
waist.  It actually must have been a funny sight because he isn't 
superman and struggled a little bit in getting up the stairs.  I 
couldn't help but laugh.

We got to my bedroom and he laid me down on the bed and then on top of 
me.  Now y'all know how I love to have a man lay on my chest.  His 
mouth and mine were constantly twisting and thrashing together and his 
hands were all over my body.  I was moaning my delight.  He pressed 
his weight into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him 
more into me.

He stood up to remove his shirt but I stopped him.  "Let me," I said.  
I sat there and looked up into his eyes and started to pull his shirt 
out of his tented jeans.  And the whole time I was hoping that what 
they say about a man's hands being proportional to his prick wasn't 
always true - he has fairly big hands.

His stomach was nice with just a dusting of hair.  I'm not going to 
b.s. you, it wasn't "washboard" like everyone on the planet seems to 
have, but it wasn't entirely out of shape either.  I leaned forward 
and kissed him on his belly button, flicking my tongue all around.  He 
rolled his head back and started to moan.  I pushed his shirt up and 
he pulled it over his head; then my hands did the walking.  I started 
rubbing all over his chest, which also was nicely dusted with hair.  I 
leaned up and kissed between his pecks as he ran his fingers through 
my hair.  After several minutes of sucking on his nipples which were 
still rock hard, I licked my way down, down, down.

I sat back and looked up at him as I rubbed his dick through his 
jeans.  I couldn't tell how large it actually was because the jeans 
were so tight it kinda bent down.  Up and down his thighs I massaged; 
and all around his tent.  He whispered "Please?" and that's all that I 
needed.  I unbuttoned his jeans and s l o w l y unzipped his pants, 
rubbing my palm down as I did.  His dick was straining so hard through 
his briefs I was sure it would rip through.  My mouth was watering.  
And judging by the small stain in his shorts, so was his prick.

Normally with Matt I'd take my time getting to his cock, but I just 
couldn't wait as long for Keith.  I pulled his jeans down past his 
knees and reached around his waist with my left hand.  With my other 
hand I started to scratch up and down his trapped cock with my nails.  
This totally threw him over the edge.  He rolled his head all over his 
strong shoulders and moaned, "Oh God, please."

I pulled his underwear down and his cock bounced up.  Shit!  What they 
say about a man's hands IS true!  He had a very nice cock.  Just a 
little bit longer than Matt's and just as thick.  I saw a smattering 
of pre-cum on the tip of his swollen helmet and leaned forward to lick 
it off.  I cupped his balls with my left hand and jacked him with my 
right as I took his head into my mouth, flicking my tongue all over 
his hot fucker.  He tasted so yummy!  Up and down I jacked and sucked, 
pulling his balls down and rubbing them.

I licked up and down his shaft and he got even harder.  His cock 
wasn't real veiny, but smooth.  Mmmmmm.  I turned my head and chewed 
up his cock like a piece of corn.  He was really into this as he 
started to thrust his pelvis back and forth.  I had to get this cock 
in my mouth but didn't know if I could take it all.  But I was sure 
willing to try.

"Let's try something," I said.

I turned around on the bed and laid back so that the back of my neck 
was at the edge of the bed, my head hanging upside down.  Keith 
quickly caught on and placed the head of his cock at my lips, which I 
eagerly opened.  I started rubbing my teeth all around his sensitive 
head and licked at his piss slit, catching a little bit more pre-cum.

Keith leaned over and started to kiss my stomach.  He unbuttoned my 
shirt and started driving me crazy with his tongue on me.  All over my 
nipples he licked, but every time he did that his dick got further 
away.  No more of that!  I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me, 
leaning my head back and opening as wide as I could.  He slowly pushed 
his throbbing meaty cock into my face and down my throat.  I gagged 
for a second and he pulled out...and slowly, slowly eased it back into 
my mouth.  After a minute or so I opened my eyes and saw his big balls 
just fractions of an inch from my nose.  Mmmmmmmmm.

I started to unbuckle my pants and rubbed myself, spreading what 
little pre-cum that didn't soak into my underwear around the tip of my 
head.  I couldn't see what he was doing, but the next thing I knew he 
had swooped down on my throbbing cock, taking the whole thing at once.  
Now remember, I'm not hung like a horse (only 6") so I guess it wasn't 
hard for him to take it all.  He held his face there and pressed his 
nose into my balls, which were ready to burst.  I moaned on his cock 
as he started to fuck my face.  

It's the weirdest sensation to have something slide up and down your 
throat, but I was loving this.  His balls kept slapping me on my 
forehead and nose as his own sucking kept time with his pumping.  I 
reached up and started fingering around his asshole.  Well!  This 
brought a slam of his cock down into my throat as he moaned.  I could 
feel his body shaking a little bit as I fingered more of his asshole.  
Then I inserted a finger.  And started to finger-fuck him.  He resumed 
fucking my face; I loved smelling him this close.  I could barely feel 
his prostate at first so I adjusted my arm so I could reach it better.  
He really started moaning.  Loud!  Around my cock that he was 
entertaining so well.  

I could feel my balls start to pull up close to my body but I had no 
way of letting him know that I was about to cum.  So I just kept 
moaning, louder and longer as my pelvis started to buck against his 
face.  I guess he knew what was going to happen because he plunged his 
mouth way down on my dick, crushing his lips against my pelvic bone, 
and started doing this weird thing with his throat.  That set me off.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHH
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
MMMMMMMMMM

Oh man, I had NEVER felt anything like what he had just done.  It 
seemed as though I came for hours.  He gagged a little bit and some of 
my cum flowed down my shaft.  When I was done shooting in his mouth he 
started kissing up and down my softening cock and licked up what he 
had missed before.  

I pushed his body away from my head and told him that he had to fuck 
me.  He just smiled a big smile and said, "Oh, all right, if you 
insist."

I turned around and he climbed on top of me, brushing the hair out of 
my eyes and giving me light kisses all over my face and neck.  He 
kissed me on the mouth and I could taste just a little bit of what I 
had given him.  Mmmmmmm I moaned as I caressed his back and tickled 
his ass.  His hard prick was pressing against my thigh and I was just 
dying to have him in my ass.

"There's some lube in that drawer" I told him.  

He leaned over and got the lube out.  After I held my legs up he 
surprised me by leaning down and CHEWING on my asshole!  ARRRRGGGGG
Keith definitely knew how to work his tongue!  Shit!  He flicked that 
little muscle all over my asshole and around the ring; alternately 
chewing and licking.  When I was very wet from his tongue he started 
to rub some of the lube around my asshole.  I thought I might get hard 
again, but I didn't.  His fingers felt soooooo damn good.  I started 
whipping my head back and forth as this awesome man administered some 
great fingering.

Then he dipped one of his fingers in. Hhhhhhhhhh.  Mmmmmmmmmm.  And 
slid it in all the way up to his hand.  He didn't quite know where to 
find my button, but damn how I loved how he tried!  His finger went 
wild as my asshole relaxed.  Then he inserted another on - gently.  
This guy was a pro with his hands.  I moaned even louder because his 
two thick fingers were wreaking havoc on my insides.  Needless to say 
he found my button!  I could feel a little bit of blood filling my 
cock again.

This fingers and hand twisted and turned my insides into mush.  And 
then a third finger went in.  Ohhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmamaaaaa!  I was getting 
the finger fuck of my life.  I started to rub my balls and my chest, 
moaning and thrashing around on the bed while he fingered me like that 
for what seemed like years.

"Damn you!  I want YOU!" I growled.

He smiled and stood, smearing some lube on his throbbing cock.  "Get 
on your knees," he said.

I rolled over and got on all fours, arching my back a little to give 
him better access to my cock-hungry ass.  He got onto the bed and 
started to rub his cock head up and down my ass.  This guy was such a 
fuckin' tease!  I wanted him so bad!  Up and down my crack he slid.  
"You better hurry or I'll close up shop," I said, laughing.

Then I felt his head at my hole, which was quivering with 
anticipation.  He placed his hands on my hips and I backed into him a 
little, letting him know I was ready.

Keith held tightly onto my hips and started to move forward, pushing 
the head of his dick right into my asshole.  But he didn't slam it in 
like the first time I had sex with Matt.  No, he just kept it there 
and proceeded to massage my back and my ass.

"I've wanted this for so long, Mike," he said.  "You have no idea."
And with that he pushed in...slowly.  Until only a few inches were in.  
He pulled out slowly and started fucking my ass with those few inches.  
No, he wasn't fucking me; he was making love to me.  I could feel it.  
This was not going to be a fast and furious fuck.  He was taking his 
time; caressing my back, rubbing my shoulders, kneading my ass with 
his strong hands.

He slipped more of his big dick into my ass, but I was guessing that 
there were a few inches left.  So he made love to me for what seemed 
like forever with not even his whole cock.  But that was just it.  I 
WANTED his whole cock.  So on one of his trips in I slammed my ass 
back all the way against his pelvis.  He groaned out loud.  My hot ass 
was totally engulfing his manhood.  Mmmmmmmm.  Yeah, Keith was just a 
little bit bigger than Matt.  

He held me against his waist as he bent over to kiss me.  I turned my 
head and upper body as our tongues wrestled around.  "You're driving 
me crazy," I moaned.  "Dammit, mmmmmmmm."

He withdrew, but not as slowly as before, until just the head was in 
my ass.  Then he drove it all home.  Not slamming, but just fast, 
eager.  He kept up that pace; and yes, my prostrate was humming.  I 
was in total heaven.  He leaned over and pressed his chest into my 
back as he delivered each thrust with gusto.  This man was a keeper, I 
thought to myself as he started to kiss and chew on my back.

I pushed myself back into his thrusts as he picked up speed, sending 
jolts of through my body every time his met mine.  I dropped my face 
down to the bed and he really started to nail my ass, rotating his 
cock in and around my asshole.  I was thinking he might just crawl in 
if he could!  

All of a sudden he withdrew and I felt empty.  I missed having my 
Keith-cock in me, but I wouldn't be `lonely' for long.  He flipped me 
over on my back again and put my legs against his chest (you all know 
the `drill'), placed his cock at my hole and this time PLUNGED IN!!!  
Ohhhhhhhh man.  I started pinching my own nipples as he started to 
hammer away at my ass.  I was going totally crazy.  His fucking was 
relentless and we were both pretty slick with sweat.  I reached up and 
started playing with his nipples, pinching and twisting them.  This 
caused him to pick up speed.

He reached for my cock, which by this time was hard as steel, and 
started to jack it.  I'm tellin' ya, all guys should have sex with 
other guys now and then, `cause we really only know how to make each 
other feel, right?  He jacked me like I never jacked myself, taking 
time to rub his thumb around my head.  I felt like I was going out of 
my mind.  He put a little bit of lube in his palm and started to 
stroke my again-hard cock with a nice tight grip (but I doubt it was 
as tight as my ass was around his thick cock).  Oh, I loved this man.  
I knew it.  Mmmmmmmmm.

He picked up pace and we started to get really frantic with each 
other.  His fist was pumping my hard cock while his thick cock was 
destroying my insides.  Where did this guy come from?  He was so 
totally fuckin' hot!!!  And his staying power!  FUCK!  He must've 
fucked my ass for a good half an hour before he started to moan real 
loud.  He started humping my ass in a fury as he gripped my cock even 
tighter.  The pounding my ass and prostate were getting, combined with 
the grip he had on my shaft were...

"Ooohhhhhhhhhh Keith!  I'm...
I'mmmmm
gonnaaa mmmmmmmmmm
ARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

As what was left in my balls drooled all over my belly my winking 
asshole send him over the edge and with one final SLAM he started 
hollering like one of those porn videos, face all twisted as he shot 
his hot load of man cream up my ass.  Over and over he kept pumping as 
he shot his streams of hot cum splashing around in my body.  My ass 
was on fire!  Matt had never given me this kind of reaming!  

When his cum spasms finally subsided, Keith collapsed onto the bed 
next to me.  I think my legs were frozen in the air, formed perfectly 
to the shape of his body.  I was so fuckin' worn out, I couldn't move.  
It was all I could do to breathe.  Keith was lying on his side next to 
me, panting like he had just run a marathon.  He draped his right arm 
over my chest and pulled himself to me.  I turned his head to kiss him 
mmmmmmmm so sweet.  How a guy could go from the ass pounding that he 
had just given me to such tender kisses was incredible to me.  His 
mouth practically made love to mine.  

I reached up around his head and crushed his mouth to mine, rubbing my 
hands all over his head.  "You have no idea how long I wanted this, 
Keith."

"If you're like me, since I first met you."  And he kissed me again.  

We spent the rest of the evening kissing and caressing each other, and 
talked about nothing important; just talk.  I loved the feeling I got 
with this man.  This was the kind of man that I'd love to spend the 
rest of my life with, though I didn't say that to him.  Some things I 
like to keep to myself.

The last thing he murmured before he drifted off to sleep was 
something about he, Matt and I....