Date: Wed, 11 May 2016 19:19:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Neighbors

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Neighbors

By Simon Peter


"Oh, FUCK!"

I got out of the car to inspect the damages. My rear fender was
dented. Shit!

I was at the neighboring supermarket parking lot, backing into a parking
space. Somehow, I miscalculated the distance of the other car and backed
into it. I inspected the other car. Nothing!

There wasn't even a scratch. I scratched my head in wonder. I had heard the
noise of the impact when I backed into the damned car. Well, at least I
didn't cause any injury. I wondered who the other car belonged to as I
tried to estimate how much it was going to cost me to fix my fender.

A guy, carrying two brown paper bags, approached.

"Anything wrong?" he asked as he neared the scene, wondering about me
standing right next to his car and scratching my head, the front door of my
car still open.

I shook my head. I didn't know what to say. His car had no sign of an
accident on it, but still, I did bump into it.

"It's just... just..." I stammered. "I ... it's nothing really. I backed
into your car and dented my fender."

He came closer to inspect his car, raising his eyebrows. I held my
breath. Maybe there was a dent that I hadn't noticed?

"Doesn't look like there are any damages here," he said after he put the
bags on the hood of his car and inspected the front side.

"Yeah," I heaved. "But mine has a nasty dent on it."

He checked the dented bumper. "Bummer," he said, and I could detect the
tone of relief in his voice.

As he ran over the front of his car a second time, I checked him out. I
couldn't resist it, even in the upset state that I was in.

Wow! I hadn't noticed: this guy was a hot hunk! Taller than me, with a
fuller body of muscles, light brownish hair, and stylishly dressed, the guy
was a beautiful sight to see. My eyes went over his body as he bent and ran
his hand over the paint job. I felt the typical groin twitch that I get
when I look at a hot male. Somehow, the damaged fender image started to
fade away.

Earlier that afternoon, Saturday, I had spent most of the time lazing
around in my one-room apartment, with the TV on, mute. Lounging back
against the seat of my couch, which would turn into a bed when night
arrived, I watched the TV screen absently. There was a re-run of a sitcom,
Friends, which I used to like a lot, especially Ross. For me, he was the
definition of a hot guy. I loved his physique as well as his attitude, a
lot of innocence mixed with a child-like character, in a hot body. The
groin twitch then was very similar to the one I was feeling now, watching
this guy inspect the two cars.

"Well, friend," the guy turned around, "I'm sorry about this. I guess I got
lucky, huh?"

Actually, I barely heard what he said because I was gazing at his front:
tight v-necked fashionable t- shirt, tight, faded jeans with fashionable
knee tears, and flip flops, not your regular 2-dollar slippers.

They had the Adidas logo alongside the rubber strap, and I estimated at
least 50 bucks for them. The guy was expensively, but tastefully,
dressed. And his feet looked yummy.

He must have noticed my stare since he cleared his throat after a few
moments and said, "I don't think it will cost too much to fix the dent on
your fender." His voice sounded appeasing for he probably mistook my gaze
at his body as a look of frustration and helplessness.

"Have we met before?" he asked. "I think I have seen you before, but I
can't place the where and when."

My brain started to register after the initial appreciation of this hot guy
standing in front of me. I would definitely remember the where and when for
such a beautiful person.

"Ah..." I hesitated. I didn't want to admit to him that he was wrong, that
we were strangers. Also, I wanted this meeting to last, like forever. I was
totally taken by him.

"Could have been here? Do you shop here often?" I asked.

"Yea. It's convenient since I don't have to drive far to get here.
Actually, it's a walking distance, but I thought I would drive instead,"
and he pointed at the brown paper bags, still on the car hood, smiling.

Oh, that smile! Straight, white teeth, a slightly curled lower lip, strong
male jaw... the guy could pose for a Greek god statue.

My eyes now were glued onto his face instead of his body. Definitely my
type: not the movie star type or the stud-type, but the chiseled chin, the
hint of pouting lips, the straight nose, the deep brownish eyes, the
everyday handsome look of the guy next door. All of this turned me on.

It so happened that he was the guy next door. And his name was Harvey. I
was amazed when we discovered that we lived in the same building, him on
the first floor, me on the top fourth floor.

Strangely enough, we never met, and I had been living there for just over
ten months now. How in hell could I have missed him?

I accepted his invitation for a coffee after we drove back. I decided that
pursuing the chance of getting to know this fantastic looker was more
pressing than my shopping. I could always do that later.

Walking into his apartment, and to my surprise, I found that it was a
replica of mine: a one-room studio with a couch, a desk, a TV set, a small
kitchenette with a counter and a couple of stools, and a closet
bathroom. For some reason, I expected something more lavish, more spaced
out, going by the tastefulness of his dressy-casual clothes.

"Excuse the place," he said as he placed the shopping bags on the small
kitchenette counter. "It's a bit tight, but it suits me fine. I'd hate to
spend my time cleaning and taking care of a larger place."

I laughed. "It's just like mine upstairs," I said. "Except much tidier." A
picture of my studio flashed inside my head, registering the cluttered
clothes, the unwashed mug and plate, the crumpled sofa cover. I admired the
way Harvey kept his place. Neat. Tasteful. I was really impressed. This was
a guy after my own heart, let alone my dick and my ass.

"Hey, buddy," he called from behind the counter as he took out stuff from
the shopping bags and placed them on shelves and cabinets. "Just have a
seat. I'll be a minute putting this stuff away." I noticed that he had
already had the electric water kettle on, the orange light on the handle
waiting for the water to boil. "Instant ok?"

"Huh?" I asked, not registering what he referred to, my mind more focused
on his body movements, so graceful, so erotic! Again, the groin twitch,
this time harder than before, and I could feel my pecker starting to
awaken.

"The coffee," he explained, and that smile! My God, what a beautiful
smile. "All I have is instant coffee. Is that ok?"

"Oh, yea, sure," I lied, since one of the extravagancies I allowed myself
was buying coffee beans and grinding them fresh every time I prepared my
coffee, using my French coffee press which a friend- my ex-boyfriend-had
got me two Christmases ago. It felt too prissy, too gay-ish, as I watched
my hot neighbor, so down-to-earth neighbor.

I sat on the couch, turning sideways to watch Harvey. My heart throbbed, my
cock quivered, my ass twitched.

"Could you turn on the TV, Mike?" Harvey called out from the kitchenette as
he brought down two mugs off one of the shelves and the jar of instant
coffee from one of the small cabinets. "There's this sitcom that I love to
watch even though I have seen the episodes like one hundred times, Friends.

They're playing old episodes. It's on the Comedy Channel."

I fumbled with the remote control and Friends came on. "Yea, I like the
program, too. Actually, I was watching an episode earlier, before deciding
to go get a few things from the market."

"Oh?" Harvey paused, his hand on the water kettle. "But you didn't get
anything."

Shit! What could I say to that? That he was such an adorable piece of sex
meat which I had to follow home? That the few things I needed were nothing
compared to getting invited to his apartment?

What?

I adopted the shrug-strategy. "Nothing pressing. Besides, I was occupied
with that fucking dent on my car that shopping was not what I wanted to
do."

Harvey poured the boiling water into the mugs, somehow not convinced. I
could tell by the way he stared at me. Could he possibly see through my
lie? Was he also attracted to me? I was nowhere near as good looking as he
was. This type of young man could in no way be unattached, having his own
place and apparently making good money to be able to afford Adidas flip
flops.

As I watched my favorite Ross on the screen, I wondered about Harvey. Was
he gay? Was he available? How could I know? There were certain signs that
he might be gay: his taste in dress, for one.

That was invariably a tell-tale sign. Also, what I detected to be a little
nervousness around me. Straight guys are usually more comfortable with
other guys. They are not thinking about dicks and asses, whereas we gays
develop some degree of nervousness when our minds wander.

Harvey brought the steaming mugs over and sat next to me. My heart raced at
the proximity. We watched the sitcom for a few minutes. What was I doing? I
was here because I was attracted to this guy not because I wanted to watch
some old TV program with him! All kinds of thoughts crowded in my head as
we sipped the hot liquid and watched TV.

"I find Ross quite attractive," I suddenly blurted.

"In a way," Harvey immediately responded. "But he is too awkward in his
movements."

"Well, that's what I like about him."

What was I saying? Shit! I was coming out to this guy about liking guys! I
decided that what the fuck: why not? What did I have to lose? On the other
hand, I had all sorts of hot things to gain if Harvey turned out to be as I
had been praying he would be.

"Oh?" Harvey turned from the TV screen to look at me, sideways. He had such
a lovely profile! And that was the second time I say something and he
answers with an interrogative "oh" waiting to be developed further.

"Yea, I like body movement. In a way, it turns me on," I confessed.

Harvey placed his mug on the coffee table and bent one leg under him, his
knee almost touching my thigh. "Tell me more about this, Mike," he said,
the look on his face definitely interested.

"Nothing to tell, Harve," I said. "It's just that the human body intrigues
me. I find the way Ross moves...

well, nice." I wanted to say erotic, exciting, but I couldn't bring myself
to do so.

Harvey raised an eyebrow. "You were also watching me, you know, as I was
putting away stuff," he said, meaningfully.

I nodded, and looked down to notice that his knee had slid to cover the
inches separating it from my thigh. I felt the light pressure, and my heart
raced. Unconsciously, I leaned towards him. I was rewarded with a similar
movement from him towards me, and our lips met. My heart pounded and my
dick throbbed. As we kissed, I was only faintly aware of the canned
audience laughter coming out of the TV, of the mugs of coffee abandoned on
the coffee table. I only felt the touch of the sweet warm lips on mine, of
his tongue starting to probe.

I placed my hand on the back of Harvey's head as he rubbed up and down my
thigh. Thousands of thoughts crowded inside my head, but I pushed them
away, concentrating on the thousands of sensations I was receiving from
this guy's lips. Slowly, as if in slow motion, I found myself sliding back
on the couch as Harvey crept on top of me. Our bodies pressed. His erection
was unmistakable as it humped my crotch meeting my own hard dick, our
clothes the only barrier between our bodies. Our mouths were glued on each
other as we slobbered and sucked.

With a sigh, after what it seemed like ages, we broke.

Harvey got off me, his crotch stretched with his erected penis.
Breathlessly, I watched him reach for the remote control and mute the TV
set, wrapping us in silence, our heavy breathing accentuating our heat for
each other. He took off his tight v-shirt, exposing the most delicious man
chest I had ever laid eyes on: a hair patch between his nipples, thinning
to a delicious hair trail. He undid the top two buttons of his jeans,
exposing more of the hair trail. I was almost ready to explode in my jeans
as my eyes feasted on this beautiful body.

He helped me take off my shirt. He placed his hand on my hairy chest,
running his fingers through the hair and towards my nipples, down my trail,
down to grope my crotch, feeling my hardness. I thrust up into his hand and
pulled him back down on top of me. Bare-chested, we lay on top of each
other resuming our kissing, which developed into more intense lip and
tongue sucking and more urgent hand caressing and probing. We fumbled on
each other's jeans, pulling them down, kicking them off.

Again, the kissing and humping resumed, heat emanating through the
underwear, our cocks rubbing on each other, some wetness starting to seep
through the cotton fabric.

"I want to look at you naked, Mike," Harvey whispered in my ear as he
raised himself off me. I thrust my butt up as he pulled down my briefs. My
cock glued to my belly, uncut, 7 inches in length, mushroom head,
glistening with precum, throbbing against my body. Harvey stood up and
studied me lying naked on the couch. His breathing was heavy. His cock
stretched his underwear sideways, reaching almost to his hip. I reached up
and touched him, there, on his erection. He threw his head back and moaned.

Pulling down on his briefs, I pried his cock out, fisting the shaft,
raising myself to kiss the head. Eight inches of beautiful manhood greeted
me. My lips engulfed the cut cock head, my tongue flicking at the slit,
tasting his saltiness. His moans grew louder. I went in on the shaft. He
was too big for me to swallow at one go. I didn't want to gag or cough on
this wonderful tool. It would be an unforgivable insult to God's beautiful
creation.

I took him into my mouth slowly, up and down, swallowing him inch by inch
as he bent and stroked my cock. I had to make him stop because I was
starting to feel the cum building up for ejaculation. Not yet!

I let go of him and moved away. He looked down at me quizzically.

"I am very close to explode, Harve," I admitted, both ashamedly and
proudly.

Harvey gave me another sweet smile and sat next to me as I straightened and
dangled my legs down the couch to the floor, ordering my dick to slow down
as well as my semen to ease back into my balls.

"I knew it," Harvey said, the smile still there, one arm wrapped around my
shoulder.

"Knew what?"

"I knew that you were attracted to me." He pressed his hand on my shoulder,
sending shivers down my body.

"When did you know that?" I wanted to know. I needed to know if I was so
transparent that people knew that I was attracted to someone.

"The way you looked at me, at my body, in the parking lot."

"Since then?" Amazing. He was able to read me like an open book. It was a
scary thing, to emit such openness revealing my inner thoughts and desires.

"But... I was attracted to you even before," he continued enigmatically,
his smile widening, and I could detect the shade of a blush on his shaven
face cheeks.

"When?" I asked with both eyebrows raised.

"When I saw you walking around the cars, checking for damages. Actually, it
was the minute I walked out of the supermarket and spotted you. I lied," he
confessed, "about not meeting you. I have seen you many times getting into
or leaving the building. And I have been thinking of ways of getting to
know you better." He placed his other hand on my hairy thigh. My cock
quivered in response.

"And now you do," I said, taking his hand and kissing his fingers, licking
and sucking on each finger in turn. I watched him lean over and take my
erection into his mouth. I thrust up to meet his lips, warm, wet, full of
lust. As he bobbed on my dick, I licked his fingers, kissed the palm of his
hand, ran my hand through his hair, pushing him further down my cock
shaft. When I exploded inside his mouth, it was so intense, I felt my butt
leap off the couch, driving my dick deeper into his throat, squirting loads
of juice.

Harvey finally got off my cock, which plopped onto my belly with a sloshing
sound, still throbbing, glistening with cum and spit. He licked his lips,
caressing my balls and smiling.

"That was a quite a load, bro," he said.

I smiled back at him, trying to regulate my breathing, enjoying his
ministrations on my crotch.

I jumped when the shrill sound coming off his cell phone filled the room.

"Shit!" Harvey exclaimed in annoyance as he reached for his phone. "Hello?"
he said into the mouthpiece, and I noticed the immediate oh-what-now look
on his face.

Heaving silently, Harvey said, "Yeah, Rick, what is it?"

I tried to look away, grabbing for my now-lukewarm coffee. There was a
pause as Harvey listened, one of his eyebrows raised.

"Look, Rick ..." he started.

There were hurried, squealing sounds from the other end.

"Ricky ..." Harvey tried again, and again he was interrupted. More hurried
chatter reached my ears, the squealing, whimpering type.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, RICK!"

I jumped at the changed tone and the raised voice. There was immediate
silence from the other end.

"Look, baby," he lowered his voice, looking at me as he said this. Again, I
tried to act unconcerned, but my heart dropped at the "baby" part. "We
talked about this, didn't we?" Another interruption, more squealing. "Fuck
it, man. You keep interrupting I'm going to hang up. Just shut up and
listen."

Harvey was staring at me all the while this was going on. My attempts at
pretending nonchalance failed, and there were definitely signs of interest
all over my face. Besides, his face looked so fantastic with the look of
consternation in his brown eyes and the firm pursing of his lips.

"No, you can't come over, Rick." More squealing.

"Listen, baby, I have company. We could meet later." Again the squealing.

With a look of resigned annoyance, Harvey finally said into the phone,
"Hold on a sec." He looked at me with a questioning look, covering the cell
phone's mouth piece.

"We could take this up later if you like," I whispered to him, reaching for
my clothes. Harvey shook his head.

"No, Mike. Do you mind staying? Rick and me... we had a relationship for a
while and we broke up. He hasn't taken it like a man. I'd like for you to
stay. It will diffuse some of the tension. Please?'  How could I say no? I
hated the idea of sticking around and witnessing a lovers' quarrel. But
Harvey looked so delicious that I knew I would accept. "Ok," I
muttered. "Ok, Harve, no problem."

Harvey blew me a silent kiss and returned to the phone. "Rick? You still
there?" Squealing.

"Rick, ok, ok, ok, damn it. Come on over. But as I said, I have a guest and
you can't stay long."

There was more chattering and finally Harvey pressed the end button on his
cell and heaved a deep sigh.

"Fuck!" he said, sitting next to me, placing his hand on my thigh, his
Adam's apple bobbing in an effort to control his feelings, or maybe his
anger.

"Thanks, Mikey. You're a prince. Rick wants for us to get back together.
But I have gotten sick and tired of his prima-donna attitude. Especially in
public. He loves to put on acts when there are others around, embarrassing
the hell out of me. Now he is promising to behave."

"So you guys think of getting back together?" I asked with a trembling
voice, betraying my trepidation at losing this beautiful neighbor of mine
that I had just discovered a couple of hours ago and that I had just fed
one of my huge loads.

"No fucking way," Harvey exclaimed as he got up and pulled on his jeans and
shirt.

I did the same, but without the underwear. I kept my shirt unbuttoned,
exposing my fairly hairy chest.

Harvey approached, reached out, and fondled my chest hair and my nipples.
Stirrings of another erection started to shake my nuts and limp dick. I
wanted to make it a point to this Rick person when he arrived that Harvey
and me were already fucking, and that Harvey was already in another
relationship.

As soon as Rick walked through the door, I knew that he was the slutty,
whining type, confirming my earlier impression resulting from his squealing
over the phone: the type that flaunted his gayness and that behaved with
such an attitude that would scare away most guys. I wondered what Harvey
found in this guy to have a relationship with him.

Rick flew into Harvey's arms, wrapping his arms around Harvey's neck and
his legs around Harvey's waist. "Oh, baby, I miss you," he began with a
slutty, feminine voice. "Please, baby, I'm sorry, so sorry ..."

This went on for a couple of minutes or so until Rick spotted me, standing
next to the TV set, my shirt open, my chest bare, the first two buttons of
my jeans undone-on purpose! My hands in my pockets stretching the jeans to
outline my cock better, make it more visible. His eyes went wild and he
licked his lips as he let go of Harvey and slid off him.

"Hello, there!" he crooned.

"Hi," I answered, making my voice go gruff and low, my hands half-way down
the front pockets of my jeans, pulling them a little bit down, revealing
more trail.

Rick's gaze moved down my bare chest to the trail. He unabashedly bit on
his lower lip as he saw the two open buttons of my jeans and the outline of
my dick, now starting to elongate along my thigh. I looked at Harvey, and
there he was behind Rick, with a smirk, both hands stretched out, palms
turned up, in a be-my-guest gesture.

I usually go for the Harvey-type guys. The masculine look, the macho
attitude, the body hair, the male physique: this is what turns me on
most. But for one reason or another, I got excited by Rick's unashamed
appraisal of my body. He was eating me with his eyes, his long lashes, his
mouth, his pouting lips.

Rick stepped closer, reached to grab Harvey's wrist with one hand, grabbing
mine with the other, and bringing them both together to his sides. "You
guys were fucking?" he said as he moved our hands up and down his sides.
The gall of the guy! Harvey playfully slapped the back of Rick's head.

"Mike and me... we have just met," he said.

"Oh, yea? Just met? And you guys are already half dressed? Or should I say
half naked?" Rick was impossible at how sluttily he described the
situation, his eyes glued to my crotch, now visibly showing a
semi-erection.

Harvey and I laughed. Rick certainly was direct, right to the point, no
subtleties, no niceties. He saw hot men and he went for it, straight away.
As far as he was concerned, a bare chest and a semi-erect penis inside a
pair of jeans were enough for him to dive in.

Kneeling in front of me, he worked the rest of the jeans buttons loose and
pulled my jeans down, exposing my dick. I took in a surprised breath.
Harvey's smirk went wider. Rick's hand was still gripping Harvey's wrist.
He pulled on it and brought it to my chest. Harvey let out a moan as soon
as he touched my chest hair, which he had been doing before Rick's frantic
phone call and after Harvey swallowed my juice. I realized that Harvey
hadn't ejaculated yet. We were interrupted before I had the chance of
pleasing him. Now he was fondling me, lust all over his face.

Rick was already on my cock. He slobbered and I erected, fully.
"Uuuuuuu..." Rick looked up at me. "I can taste man stuff down here.
Uuuuuuu." He shifted his look to Harvey: "You sucked him. You ate his fuck
juice. You never did this to meeee!" The little fuck had tasted the remains
of my cum on my dick and correctly deduced that Harvey had been blowing me.

"Why would I want to suck on your pencil dick, Rick?" Harvey teased. "Mike
here has a man's cock."

Harvey bent and licked one of my nipples as Rick ignored the jab at his
dick size and wrapped his pouting lips around my erected penis. I thrust
forward. Let the slut gag and cough, I didn't care.

Holding his head with both hands, I roughly thrust deep into his throat.
Naturally, he did gag, looking up at me, his eyes starting to water. I
pushed harder forcing him to swallow, not letting him pull back.

The look on his face was both of lust and of fear. I released one hand off
his head and held his chin forcefully, thrusting more meat into his
mouth. He moaned between the coughing and the gagging.

Snot streamed out of his nose as he tried to breathe, tears streamed down
his face cheeks.

"Easy, Mikey," Harvey whispered in my ear as he noticed my rough
face-fucking.

I trembled at the touch of his lips against my ear lobe and the sliding of
his lips down the side of my neck. I let go of Rick's head and he
immediately pulled off my throbbing cock, which dripped all over the floor
with spit and snot and precum.

The three of us broke away from each other. We were breathing hard and Rick
was actually weeping.

Tears streamed down his face, his lips all wet, his face crimson red.

"What a man!" Rick, still kneeling, said, looking up at me. The little shit
had enjoyed my forceful thrusting down his throat regardless of the tears
and the snot.

"Do you like it rough, Rick?" I asked, gazing down at his slutty face,
fisting some of his hair in the palm of my hand.

He nodded, fisting my cock shaft lovingly. "Mikey never roughed me. He is
such a gentleman. Aren't you, Mikey, baby? The perfect gentleman!"

Although I enjoyed shoving my dick inside Rick's mouth without caring about
how he gagged and coughed, I still wanted Harvey. The way he blew me was
more of a love-making act than of sucking and shoving. There was another
slap on the back of Rick's head from Harvey, now stronger than before.

"I'm so glad I came over," Rick said, stroking my dick slowly.

"I'm not," Harvey said, a bit angrily. I detected a little jealousy
there. Harvey was watching Rick stroking me.

Rick let go of my dick and stood up, filling the space between me and
Harvey. He stood sandwiched between us. Slowly, he turned around to face
Harvey, his butt pressing on my crotch. He kissed Harvey on the lips,
grinding his bubble butt on my erection.

A little bit unwillingly, Harvey returned the kiss and I noticed Rick
pulling down on Harvey's jeans and grabbing his cock. As they kissed, I
managed to loosen Rick's pants and pull them down along with what felt like
skimpy, satiny kind of string underwear. So Rick wanted it rough. I pushed
his back down and he eagerly bent over, taking Harvey's dick into his
mouth. I spread his ass cheeks, and without any preparation, entered him.

His muffled scream came out loud, his mouth full with man cock. But I
didn't hesitate. I invaded his body all the way to the base of my thick
cock shaft, feeling his insides stretch against my throbbing tool. Holding
onto his hips, I fucked him, hard and deep. His head bobbed up and down on
Harvey's dick, Harvey throwing his head back and thrusting his crotch
forward.

It didn't take me long to dump my load inside the bitchy Rick. My squirts
hit him hard and his squealing and moaning increased in intensity as he
felt the warm jizz fill his ass. I flexed inside him for a few moments and
withdrew. He was still sucking Harvey. I plopped heavily on the couch
watching the blowjob, my dick resting on my thigh, still throbbing from the
deep fucking. Semen was seeping out of Rick's fucked ass onto his thighs
and the floor. I smiled as I thought about the kind of cleaning Harvey had
to do later.

Hearing Harvey's moans quicken, his thrusts in and out getting more urgent,
I knew that he was almost there. Instinctively, quickly, I reached and
shoved my hand between his butt cheeks, finding his hole, inserting a
finger inside the twitching opening. He cummed with a yell. More juice was
added to the mess on the floor as it seeped out of Rick's gobbling mouth
that could not swallow the whole lot fast enough.

The room was getting stuffy, and I started to sweat a little. Rick was on
the floor, shamelessly fingering the mixed juices and licking some off.

"You got what you came for, didn't you?" Harvey asked Rick as he plopped on
the couch next to me, our thighs touching, his arm behind my neck, his hand
on my shoulder, caressing my skin. "You got fucked the way you like it,
huh?" he teased.

And to think that Rick cared? He had a satisfied look on his face. His
small penis was still hard, plastered onto his belly, barely over 5 inches
long. He reached down, stroking himself with one hand, as he kept licking
off the shit on the floor. He shot his load on his chest, two, maybe three
short strings of juice, squealing his grunts with every squirt.

"Can I stay?" Rick whimpered. "Can I stay with you guys? Harve? Mikey?
Please?"

Rick looked like a little puppy dog down there on the floor, still licking
away.

"No, you can't stay," Harvey answered, a bit too rough. "This is how it is,
Rick. Mike and me," he looked at me, pausing, "are lovers and we're staying
together." I nodded in approval.

"Awwwww," Rick complained with pouting lips. "But I love you
guyzzzzzzzzz. I love your man cocks."

"I'll tell you what. You get the fuck out of here, Rick. Right now. And you
never call me or Mike. And if you do that, Mike and me, we will find time
to fuck you every now and then. Otherwise, if you don't agree to all of
that, it's adios. Do we have a deal?"

Rick hesitated, a pained look on his face, but I knew he was considering
the alternatives. He realized that he couldn't keep Harvey as his lover,
and that I wanted to be involved with Harvey more than with him. Slowly, he
nodded his head, his lips still pouting, glistening with the man juices he
had been licking off the floor.

"Ok," he whimpered in a low voice. "But," his voice got louder, knowing
that he would be getting sex from the two of us, "you guys promise to do
me, right? You promise? If I don't bug the shit out of you, you promise to
fuck the shit out of me."

Harvey and I burst out laughing. Slutty as he was, eating all that fuck
juice off the floor, Rick was cute as fuck. Harvey reached and grabbed Rick
by the hair pulling him up. "We. Will. Fuck. You. Rick," he said, stressing
each word. "Until cum explodes out of your ass, mouth, ears, nose and every
other opening in your fucking whore body."

The smile on Rick's face was wide, stretching his pouting lips. "Awwwww.
Harve. You are soooooo mean."

We silently watched as Rick got dressed and left. As soon as the door
closed shut behind him, Harvey heaved a sigh of relief. Grabbing my thigh,
he said, his beautiful sexy smile back, "Let's hit the shower, baby. I want
to sample you wet and hot."

We hit the shower, and we "sampled" each other, taking turns, two macho
guys enjoying sex with each other, avoiding taking roles. We topped and
bottomed and sucked and got sucked and all the time I was thinking how
sweet it was to be able to find someone to have sex with on equal terms,
and right next door!

Walking out of the shower, Harvey with a towel around his delicious waist,
some drops of water still glistening on his awesome man chest, and me
naked, dick and balls flopping around.

"You hungry?" Harvey asked, his hand caressing my limp cock. It was getting
close to seven o'clock in the evening and we have been working so hard at
each other and at Rick that my stomach grumbled.

"Sure am," I said, kissing his lips lightly. "Hungry for you, baby."

Harvey pulled away, letting go of my dick. "I'll order a pizza. How do you
like yours?"

"Thin crust, with lots of Harvey topping," I smiled, my hand caressing his
butt under the towel.

"Stop that, Mike," he complained as he picked up the phone, removing my
hand from his firm butt, "or we will never be able to eat!"

"I will eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and any time in between."

Laughing, he placed the pizza order. Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting
on the stools at the counter, facing each other, biting into the hot pizza,
smiling at each other stupidly.

"You look cute," he mumbled as he chewed the food.

"Me? Cute? Look who's talking! You're a fucking model, Harve."

"No, really, Mike. You do look cute and I love the way you're sitting here,
across from me, gobbling on a pizza, all deliciously naked. You look more
delicious than the pizza."

We both laughed at this, and I felt the beginning of stirrings in my groin
as this fantastically handsome guy complimented me and my naked body.

Finishing up, washing the plates-Harvey had to wash the fucking plates and
put them away-we resumed our places on the couch and started making out. He
was so hot that my heart beats were painfully intense inside my chest. Now
that he got rid of the towel, we were both naked and hard.

"Fuck me, Mikey," Harvey whispered into my ear, biting on the lobe. "Fuck
my ass, baby."

Did I need an invitation? I was more than ready. Harvey was on his back,
his legs spread, his dick erected upwards, his hole barely visible inside
the thick hair of his crack. Oh, yes! I wanted him, wanted to fuck him,
deep.

I kneeled between his thighs and started to apply spit on my hard rod.
Harvey reached for the side table and took out what I thought was a tube of
lube. I waited, my cock head touching his fuck hole, throbbing with
anticipation and desire.

My eyes went wide with surprise as I realized that what Harvey brought out
of the drawer was not lube. It was a dildo. It looked like it was made of
soft rubber, a bit thicker than my own dick, but much longer, and ribbed. I
raised my eyebrows and slapped his butt cheek with my cock.

"This is not enough for you, Harve?" I said, a bit disappointed that my
lover thought he needed more than me and my body and my dick.

"Mikey, baby," He smiled, licking the head of the dildo. "As awesome as
your cock may be, it can't be in more than one place at the same time."

"Huh?" I responded not getting what he meant, still not happy with the
thought that we needed help from a stupid plastic sex tool.

"Fuck me, bitch," Harvey uncharacteristically moaned as he drove the dildo
into his mouth and sucked.

Somehow, the change of tone in his voice and the sight of him swallowing
what looked realistically like a real cock, fat and ribbed, was very
erotic. Forgetting about my man ego, I drove into him, penetrating. He
grunted on the rubber dick as I invaded his body, thrusting all the way in
with a steady, long drive until I felt the base of my cock at his balls, my
groin plastered onto his ass cheeks, my cock head pressing at his insides.
Holding him by the ankles, I started my fucking, slow but deep, feeling his
fuck tunnel stretch to accommodate the thickness of my rod.

Harvey was sucking and licking on the dildo, taking it out, rubbing it on
my nipples, bringing it up to my mouth. When he pushed it between my lips,
I opened my mouth and gulped it in. This made me pound him harder as my
cock got thicker with the feeling of the rubber tool in my mouth. I closed
my eyes and imagined that the dildo was Harvey's dick being shoved down my
throat. I sucked hungrily.

When I came, it was as if a huge part of my insides was pouring out into my
lover's body. I bit hard on the rubber tool, grunting and groaning,
squirting inside the hot body of my sweet neighbor.

Flexing inside him, I reached for his dick. He took out the dildo from my
mouth and rubbed it on his nipples as I stroked him. I noticed my cum seep
out of his hole as he squeezed it out, preparing to shoot his load, my own
dick still buried inside him, semi-erect, flexing. As soon as I noticed the
thickening of his cock shaft, I went down on it, swallowing it all the way
down to the base, my cock slowly slipping out of his ass. I felt his
squirts hit the back of my mouth as he bucked deeper inside my throat, as
if his juice went directly to my stomach. I felt dizzy with the intensity
of his ejaculation.

Needless to say, Harvey and I experimented with a variety of sex tools. But
in the final analysis it was our bodies that counted the most, that were
the most erotic for me.

Oh, what a neighbor!