Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2017 18:08:10 +1030
From: Larry Ryder <frstephenclark@gmail.com>
Subject: Ben 1

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We were lucky when we moved that Ben, our neighbour was there to greet
us. I liked him, though he was twenty years (at least) my junior. As I
shook his hand my thirty something daughter was cringing, I was too quick
for her. And she probably understood that I lusted for this guy.

Since we moved in we have had a quiet relationship. I notice that Monday to
Friday he goes to work between 6.59 and 7.01 He carries a small work bag,
which no doubt contains his lunch. He opens the back door and puts the bag
in his bright orange car. Never before 6.59 and by 7.01 he's gone.That's a
bit anal for me. I am usually still in bed and can see him from my bed
where I am reading. . Sometimes my hand has strayed and I am imagining his
lithe body and long cock, all too ready to be stroked.

His girl is a nurse, and works fairly rigorous shifts and either leaves at
6 or doesn't return until 8, having, I think, worked all night.

On Saturdays he leaves just after 6, but he is going (I suspect) for a
run. So no car. The best thing is that he is wearing skimpy running shorts
so it is a good view.

She comes out dressed in gym gear about quarter of an hour later, gets into
the car and they seem to be out for most of the morning doing heaven knows
what. I guess they met up at the gym or for breakfast or to do the
shopping. They come back together.

Their life seems happy enough, but I know little about it. And in truth
it's a little hum-drum, or so its seems to me.

One day this week I was up bright and early putting out bins. I was
conscious that I might run in to him. It was 6.58.

But time came and went and he didn't come out. I could not believe how
disappointed I felt.

He must be away.

Indeed the next day he wasn't there either. I had no idea what it meant,
but also realised that they had no reason to tell me anything, I was, after
all, just the casual neighbour.

Their occasional greetings were a smile, and a comment about the weather.

Jewlz, the nurse, seemed to come and go as her profession demanded.  I
seldom encountered her face to face; though we were always cordial when it
happened

It is a sadness about the modern world that we don't easily know our
neighbours.

I have always striven to know what my neighbour's cat was called
(Oscar....well it was not actually her cat , it was the cat we inherited
when we moved in Anne obviously decided that I was not competent to look
after a cat...so she took over. I was rather affronted, but there was no
point confronting Cat Lady!)

I began our time as neighbours not wanting anything. Jewlz said almost
nothing. I took this as meaning she was just totally flat out and could not
make space for a couple of flakey people ( an older gay guy and his
daughter) next door. She indeed had no reason to know that I was gay; and
indeed what difference did it make?

I suspect that most of this didn't even register as issues for the studly
(as I thought of him) Ben.

Each morning as he left, I longed that he might alter his routine. He would
put his bag in the car and then turn round and knock on my window and say
"Do you want a quick fuck?" But it wasn't going to happen. Why would it?

Last Thursday the routine was shattered. There was torrential rain, and Ben
appeared worried about their dogs. Two little yapping terriers, both OK but
quite revolting

He knocked at the door.

"Can you mind the dogs for half an hour, their beds are flooded and I need
to sort it out?"

Of course I said yes

They were OK , feeling wet and forlorn but I am good with canines so they
were fine with me.

He returned with a curious rescue measure, a large cardboard box..which of
course would do for the short term and his generous smile

"Thanks so much, if there is ever anything I can do."  My mind is spinning
and I can certainly think of a couple of ways he could help out.

"Any time, they are no bother"

"Didn't you used to have a Labrador?" He was right, I had Betsey until a
few months ago; but decided for her sake that she needed greener pastures,
and sadly moved her on to a home with another dog, two kids, and a farm
property on the river.

I teared up a little because I miss that dog.

"I'm sorry," Ben offered, "I didn't mean to upset you."

"She was a great dog, but too much for me."  I was touched that he realised
I was not just an automaton. "She's being well cared for now."

"Well take care." he said and turned and left, "and don't forget if there's
ever anything I can do."



It was on the Saturday mornings that I began to notice that the routine was
different.

He left, in his jogging gear, at 6 a.m. and ran and ran. Jewlz also went to
work on some of these days. So I was ready for him to return.

It was the second or third week that he came back and was sitting outside
the door, I went out and saw him

"You seem to have had a bit of a workout!"

"Yes, I hope I haven't strained anything"

"Jah hoffentlich, dass du nichts belastest habe"

I was joking with him. I knew he had a little bit of Deutsch and I could
match him with that, I probably had more German language than he did.

He laughed.

"Are the dogs OK?"

He smirked..."They don't need much, but I'm worried that I won't walk
again"

He wasn't serious and he laughed. We both laughed.

"Is it cramps?"

"I suppose so, but I can barely walk"

"I can massage your legs if that will help"

It was a risk. And I did not know how he would take it.

"Well let me give it a try!"

I hopped the fence and plopped myself down beside him.

"How does this feel?" I offered.

I was massaging his left calf.

"It makes it a lot better. Just keep doing it"

I was more than happy to acquiesce. I folded his calves and went up and
down his shins, ankles and feet.

"At least I have feeling back"

I laughed, and he laughed back.

'how thorough do you want me to be?'

'do what you have to do!' He smiled at me.

I laughed.

'Certainly! But tell me when you've had enough.'

My hands moved further up his thighs; and kneaded his taught muscles.

I looked at him to check that I had not gone further than he wanted, he
smiled letting out what seemed like a gentle hum,

`Okay?'

`Sure,'he said,'just keep on doing what you're doing.'

I knew I had him, I pushed a little firmer, and he threw his head back; the
low hum began again, my hand slipped up his shorts.

I touched the hardness inside his tight underwear. I opened my hand and
deliberately stroked his cock, I wondered if I was pushing my luck.

"That's good, just go with the flow!"

He tweaked my chin, and pulled my face towards his.  I could smell him as
our lips touched, my lips pressed against his and I used my tongue to press
into his mouth. He yielded without any pressure, and our tongues wrestled ,
ever so-slightly and he moved in closer I could feel the bristles of his
face. He hummed and I moaned.

"Oh this is so good," I whispered,"just go with flow"

He laughed as I echoed his pedestrianism. My hand had squeezed his cock,
and he had slipped his hand into the back of my jeans as he was squeezing
my butt.

"How's that?" he asked

"Pretty good, you have the touch. Just be as tough as you like."

He obviously took this as a clue, and pressed harder. In fact as he
squeezed my buttock, it hurt a little. Not, I guess, in a bad way; but
enough for me to feel a touch of pain.

"Is that too much?" he said sensing my discomfort.

"No, just go for it...I'll tell you if it's too much...I like the pain."

He pressed his mouth against mine, and I pushed back with as much force as
I could,

His cock was pushing into me, harder than I had ever felt a cock.

"Just fuck me! Take your cock and fuck me as hard as you can. Make me
scream for you."

He laughed and squeezed my arse, a bit harder than was necessary.

"That's so good; squeeze me as hard as you can. I just need you inside
me. I want to drink your cum and then I want to be fucked and fucked and
fucked again!"

Ben slipped down and buried his head in my crotch. his hands continuing to
pummel my arse.

I undid my jeans so he had better access..  My white briefs were straining
with the pressure of my cock. The hungry Ben could wait no longer he
grabbed them and pulled them down, his mouth opened and swallowed my hard
dick without question. His firm grip on my arse got more solid, and his
finger brushed my man cunt. I pushed back indicating that he should push it
in in. There was no hesitation, my hole was breeched, first by one finger
then by two.

"I can do three if you want," he offered.

"Just do it!" I said pushing my arse back onto his digits.

He was, as ever, quite rough. I screamed a little and felt my cock harden
as he broached the entrance.

"Suck me," I begged, and instantaneously his lips surrounded the head of my
dick. I think I swooned. What I had longed for was now all mine.

But would it continue? I wasn't sure


...more to come...