Date: Fri, 12 May 2000 17:47:06 EDT From: Cnjshore9@aol.com Subject: Just being neighborly - Chap 11 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 material is prohibited by law, or there is any other reason you shouldn't be reading this.. Don't! 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 11 It had been over two weeks since John and I had been together over at the "Chuck wagon". We hadn't been together since. Oh, sure, we were `together' a number of times -- on walks or at one another's house - but always with our wives, so we hadn't had any time alone since that Saturday morning. Of course, we managed a few touches as we rounded a corner, passed through a doorway at the same time, or such, but there hadn't been any chance to really hold each other. But that Wednesday night was going to be different. John and Julie were to come over to our house that night, and I had done some planning. There was no way I was going to allow another 24 hours to pass without feeling my lover's lips on mine and feeling his strong arms wrapped around me. The last couple of times they were at our house, "the girls" ended up in the sewing room, playing with Rache's "toys", and John and I had to sit quietly in the family room or stand around in the sewing room making approving sounds to whatever they were doing. Even `alone' in the other room we never knew when one of the wives would come bounding out of their session with a "prize" to show-off to us, and we were not going to risk any chance of getting started with anything and, perhaps, becoming careless and being discovered. so we didn't do much except talk and wish. But not tonight.. Not if I could help it!! While my wife was busy cleaning up from dinner, I went outside "to clean out those damn gutters again". I put the ladder up to the back wall and then climbed up and turned off the motion-detector for the rear flood lights. For tonight at least, should someone (?) walk out onto the deck in the dark, the place won't get lighted up like a movie set! While I was there I brought several cement patio blocks up from under the steps onto the deck and stacked them by the railing near the gate to the hot tub area. Then I went inside and headed for our bedroom to "get comfortable". I put on an old, loose t-shirt with a pair of cut-off sweat pants (size XL) and my sneakers. Then I went into the sewing room, picked up a seam ripper, and went into the bathroom. When I had closed the door, I took off the shorts and carefully opened the seam in the rear crotch. They were baggy enough that when I put them back on and stood up, they folded in on themselves, so you didn't see the opening. Then, just for good measure, I put some lubricating lotion into the crack between my ass cheeks. I was now "loaded for bear". It seemed like hours until I hear the knock on the front door. "I'll get it. It's probably them." I called out to my wife, who had gone into the family room to do the last- minute straightening. When I opened the door, the sight of him standing there made my knees go weak. "Hey, c'mon in. Rache's in the family room. Go on back." John opened the screen door and held it for Julie to walk through, then followed behind her. Her attention was, of course, focused on getting through the living and dining rooms and into the family room, so, as John passed me, I reached out and ran my hand down his back, hesitating slightly as it passed down and off his ass. He turned and smiled back at me as we followed his wife through the rooms. "Just wait," I whispered. He looked back at me with a quizzical expression. My wife offered coffee or tea . or soda, if preferred . and went to get it. Julie, of course, said, "Here, let me help," and followed her into the kitchen. John turned and looked at me, again with that quizzical look. "You'll find out shortly," I said under my breath, just loudly enough for him to hear, but no one else. "Just wait," I repeated. Julie came back in with tea for John and me and said, "Rache and I are going in to the `toy room'. Why don't you guys watch some tv." "Sure. We'll find something to keep us out of trouble." I replied. "Yeah, right, " I thought to myself. As soon as she was out the door, I got up and walked over to the door going out to the deck. "C'mon" I whispered over my shoulder. John stood and looked back through the door toward the kitchen. We could hear our wives talking as they walked down the hall to the sewing room. When they were all the way into the room, he came over to the door and we stepped out onto the deck. "Hey, the lights didn't come on," he said as he walked over to the railing overlooking the hot tub (where we had our earlier episode several weeks ago). "I know," I replied, "I took care of that earlier." "My, aren't we full of surprises!" "Just hold onto your hat, lover boy, there are more to come." "Well, you just come over here, .`lover boy' yourself." He said as he reached out toward me. I almost ran to get into those incredible, enveloping arms. Oh, how wonderful it felt, as he held me close to him and bent forward to kiss me. The feel of his arms around me, the feel of his lips on mine, the feel of his breath as it warmed my face under his nose. How I had missed it! I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him tightly to me, sliding my hands down his back to cup under his delightful buttox and lift him against me. It didn't take long to feel the response I was hoping for. I could feel him growing and pulsing between us. "Keep one eye open and on the door. That's all it takes." "What door? Who cares about any damn door?" "We both do. Remember? Remember our agreement." "I do. I do. .and I'm not going to blow it . although there might be something else for me to blow around here." "Play your cards right, and you might just get lucky, you overheated sex-fiend. . Move over a minute," I said softly as I managed to push my way between him and the railing, stepping up onto the patio blocks I had put there earlier. "Now come stand against my back, and hold me,." He moved around behind me and pressed himself to me from my knees to my shoulders. With that few extra inches from the patio blocks, my ass was just level with the fly of his jeans. He noticed it right away and started to rub against me. "My goodness, is this another one of your surprises?" "That's number two, I guess. Let's see how this goes, and maybe then I'll show you number three." "Oh..??.. you have another surprise to come?" "Just be patient," I replied as I turned my head over my right shoulder and he leaned forward to kiss me. He only kissed my lips briefly, then started to work his lips and tongue down the side of my neck and back up to my ear. With his lips right next to my ear he whispered, "this is nice.you feel so good to me," and he started to run his lips and tongue back down my neck to my shoulder. At the same time, he began to rub his hands up and down my chest, stopping every now and then to tweak one nipple or the other. I backed myself tighter against him. This time, as his hands passed my nipples, he stopped and rubbed and pinched lightly, bringing them both to full erection, matching what was already going on further down in front. I backed up more against him and rubbed his pulsing shaft with my butt cheeks. He started to push against me and rub in a slow, dry fuck. I was getting more ready all the time. After a few minutes of his kissing, massaging my nipples, and rubbing against my butt crack, I was hot, horny, and ready!! I reached back and down between us, unbuttoned his fly, and reached inside to grab and pull `the monster' out of his pants. But it was too long and I couldn't get it to come out. "Pull it out," I pleaded. "Pull it out so I can hold and feel it." He stopped stroking my nipple with his right hand and reached down and tried to pull it out through the opened fly -- with about the same luck I had. Finally, he reached down with both hands and, using one, he pulled up on his waistband, while he managed to get that incredible prick out and into the night air with the other. I grabbed hold of it with my right hand and stroked it lightly. I could feel the slick of his precum that had already started to flow down over the head and onto the underside of the shaft. I moved my hand to cup the head and massaged the slick juice over all of it. "I'll give you an hour to stop that!" he whispered, ".except I don't think I'd last an hour the way that feels!" "If you think that feels good," I whispered back, ".hold onto your hat!" With that I pushed it down and forward, grasping it around the shaft near the base, leaned slightly forward over the rail to raise myself more toward him, and guided the head into the crack of my ass. Sure enough, it went right through the opened seam and stopped dead center on my intended target. "There's `number three'," I said triumphantly. "Wow!! When you plan ahead, you plan ahead, don't you. That's great! You'll tell me later how you set this all up, but right now I'm going to shut up and start to enjoy!" As he pushed slightly forward and upward, I felt the pressure of my sphincter's resistance to the intrusion. This time I pushed back very lightly and relaxed the muscles as much as I could. Then I felt the first twinge of pain as the flowerlet began to open. "Don't move," I whispered over my shoulder, "let me do it for now." I pushed back again, just a little harder than before, and that time I felt the opening stretch and begin to move over his cock head. Another push, another stretch, and slide, and it was in!! I stopped and waited for the pain to subside. It's amazing that it could tighten up this much in only a couple weeks, but as soon as that familiar feeling took hold, there was no more pain and only a desire to get more of him into me. "Do it," I said, and I felt as he began to slowly push his way further. Inch by inch he slowly moved into me. When he was about half-way in, he stopped. Then he moved backward and retreated a couple inches before he again started to move forward. A couple more stops, abbreviated backouts, and resumption of his inward gains and he was fully into me.all the way to the hilt. Damn had I missed that incredible feeling of his manhood penetrated deep into my insides. "Ooooohh, that feels so good in there! It's so tight and warm.all the way to the top!" he moaned in my ear. I imagined his steel-hard rod inside me, picturing the shiny pink strawberry head, the redness inside the piss slit, and the long, sleek shaft with its veins on top and piss tube along the underside. I straightened back up and grabbed the railing with both hands for support. His arms were back around my chest and his hands were again exploring my front side from my nipples down to my crotch. I leaned my head back and he again began to kiss my neck. I was back in heaven! That's where that man always sent me! It was almost beyond any description the way I felt. A small moan escaped through my lips and nose. He answered with a small hum against the point where my neck and shoulder meet. "Damn! You've got the sweetest ass in the county! I could fuck you all night, you know! .and you have no idea how much I wish I could!!!" Suddenly, my mind flashed back. It was many years ago . while I was still in high school . I had a boyfriend who used to give it to me standing up like this. We would go into his garage and drop our jeans. He would get behind me, use some vaseline we kept there for just such occasions, and then he would push himself up against me. I would reach down between my legs and guide the end of his cock to my asshole and then push myself onto him. He had about 7 wide inches with a large, blunt head. It didn't go in easily, but with a little work, it would finally penetrate, and then he would start to shag it like any horny 16-year-old. It usually only lasted a few minutes before he shot a load into me, and there was nothing else but the fuck..no pleasantries, no kissing, or anything. Sometimes I would keep my hand between my legs and put my fingers against the hole where I could feel him sliding in and out of me. That was an extra stimulation to me as my imagination went to work on what was happening. Once he shot I would usually make him keep it in there until I could jack myself to a climax. Then it was all over. Bim, bam, thank you ma'am. This was so much better. Slowly he began to move in and out of me. Each movement sent a thrill up my spine and only made me want more. Little by little he began to move and thrust harder and I pushed myself farther down onto him and tried to spread my hips to receive more and more of him. I reached down and pushed the front of my shorts down under my cock and balls and began to stroke myself, matching his movements, but I had to slow down before I went over the edge and finished ahead of him. My `auto-pilot' had now taken over. I was pushing into him with each of his upward thrusts and pulling slightly forward on each retreat, working my sphincter and interior muscles to grab and hold and stroke him with the velvety, soft glove of my love tunnel. It seemed to be working - for both of us!! "Oh, jesus! Oh, yes! OOOoooooohhhh, good god! That's sooooo good!" he whispered between his clenched teeth. He was impaling himself with such force that at times I thought he would send me over the rail and onto the hot tub below. I felt each blow like a trigger to some electrical generator inside me! He would jam himself into the deepest parts of me, and I would explode with the sparks of an electric welding arc. It was like the 4th of July inside me!! My whole body was alive!! I wanted more!! And more!!! Now he was starting to show signs of being near his own climax. He was not pulling out as far. He was using much shorter, but much more rapid thrusts. His right had came down and pushed mine away from my cock so he could grab hold of it. He started stroking me in rhythm to his pounding. I grabbed hold of the railing again and I knew it wouldn't be much longer. "Hhhunnnhh! Yesssss! Oh, yesssss! OOOOooooooooohhhh, boy! Here she cums! It's gonna blow! You ready! Here it cums!! Nnnnnggggg! Wwwwhhhhhhaaaaa!" He was trying hard not to call out loudly, but he needed to make sounds! "Ohhhh! Ooooooohhhh!!! It's cummin'. Now! Now! It's cumin' out! Take it, baby! Take it!" "Ohhhhh, yesss! I feel it, babe! I feel it coming up the tube!" I really could feel it! I don't know how, but I knew that it was rushing thru that tube and was about to explode into me. Then I felt his rod jerk and felt the head swell to where it felt as though it would rupture my insides, and it hit! Like hot cream it jetted into and against my deepest recesses! Again! And again! The jerk, the swell, the fiery, hot liquid splashing into me. Then my own spunk exploded up from my balls and a white string of pearly liquid shot out through the railing and splattered on the platform of the hot tub a full five feet in front of me! Two more shots fired and followed the first out and down to the paving stones and sand. Then another two or three shots landed somewhere short of the original, before it began to subside and the drops only oozed out over his hand that still had its grip on me. By now his thrusting had stopped and he was pushing tight against me and moving his butt from side to side to empty those last drops of his into me. "Holy cow! Damn, was that good! I really think it gets better every time we do it. I could do this all night and every night," he spoke softly into my ear. "I wish you could," I whispered back over my shoulder. He shook off the last drops that were still hanging on at the end of my cock, and reached under with his thumbs to pull the waist of my shorts back up and over my now softening manhood. Then he again encircled me with his arms and held me to him, keeping himself imbedded in and tight against me. We stood that way for several minutes until I felt him become completely soft inside me. Finally, he pulled back and, as he exited, the cloth of my shorts fell back into place, concealing the opening through which he had give me so much pleasure. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped himself off, and then tucked himself back into his jeans and buttoned them. He came around and stood beside me leaning on the railing. "You had this all planned, didn't you?" "As they used to say. `you bet your sweet bippie, I did'." I replied. "And what a `bippie' you've got, `big boy'! Wanna give me some more `bippie'?" "Ye-ah, I'd love to give you some more `bippie'. but I think we would be missed if we tried any more tonight." "Your right on that one. Let's go see what `the girls' are up to." .... "Where were you?" his wife asked as we walked up to the sewing room. "I looked in before and didn't see you in the family room. I guessed you had gone out on the deck." "Yep, we were standing out there talking. It's such a beautiful night out, we just stood there chatting.and time just flew by." I answered her. "We need more quiet nights to just relax and breath in the fresh air and drop all the stress from the week." "Well that night air must have done you both good. You've both got a real glow about you." "I think we can agree to that. I feel really rejuvenated. ..How much longer you ladies going to be hiding back here?" "Oh, we're just about done. We'll join you in the family room in a couple minutes." "Okay." As we walked back, I turned to John and, speaking very low, repeated what was just said, ".a real glow., hunh? If they only knew how - and where - we're glowing!" "And good timing, too," he added. "I can hardly wait to try that again! But first you'll have to come over to my house, and we'll see what I can arrange." "That's a date. And one I am really looking forward to. .. Can you believe this all started just from `being neighborly'?" "Well, if that's what it's all about. You can be `neighborly' with me any time you want to be..and keep those `neighborly' shorts handy. I kinda like those! That's one hell of a way to `slip into something comfortable' wouldn't you say?" "Amen, neighbor, ...amen." (to be continued) My thanks to those of you who have written to me and told me how much you are enjoying the story and to those of you who have made suggestions and even constructive criticisms. I do hope that you and any other readers who wish to will continue to write and give me benefit of your comments.