Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 12:10:54 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: "Just Being Neighborly - Chap 12

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.

..and this time, I'm  trying something different.. I'm also
going to try and view events from John's perspective, rather
than it all be just Peter's story.   Please, let me know if
you like this approach.


Just Being Neighborly.  -  Chapter 12


As I lay there later that night, remembering what it had
been like out on Peter's deck, I kept going over it - and
the past several weeks - in my mind.  It had all been like a
whirlwind.  Short meetings.  Races against the clock.  But
somehow this last evening didn't seem to have flown by quite
so fast, or with such  reckless abandon to get to the
finish.  There was something more to it.

I could remember the feel of his back against my chest.
Even with our clothing between us I felt his warmth and an
almost magnetic pull, reaching out to pull us even closer
together.  To have us merge into one with each other.

I recalled his manly smell and the light scent of his soap
over those of his heated body.  The smell of his shampoo as
my nose caressed the back of his head and my lips touched
his neck came into my mind so strongly that it was as if he
were here next to me.

.and his `surprises'!  Oh, how wonderful they were.  I could
feel him mounted on my steel-hard rod.  It was like a hot,
tight, velvet glove descending over my manhood, only to grab
it even more tightly as it rode off and then back on,
caressing and stroking me as it drew my juices up to the
brink and, eventually, into itself.

These thoughts and memories were having a troubling effect.
As I went over them, my cock had, of course, responded with
a mind of its own and was now fully erect and asking for
attention.  I reached down and stroked myself lightly.  That
only made the demand more urgent, so I quietly got out of
bed and went into the bathroom.

When I closed the door and turned the light on, I saw my
reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the
door.  Fairly tall and thin, nicely muscled - but from daily
use, not from pumping iron in some public sweat shop - and
damn well equipped!  My twelve inches stood up and out from
under its light brown bush of pubic curls.  It was thin
enough that it didn't fall down under its own weight, but
kept it's head up at about a thirty or forty-five degree
angle off my navel.

I could see a shiny drop of pre-cum glistening at the slit
and reached down with my finger, plucked it off the tip, and
put it to my tongue.  "If only this were Peter's," I thought
to myself as I tasted the slightly salty nectar.

Leaning back against the sink, I started to stroke it.  I
watched in the mirror as my hand went up and down on the
rigid shaft.  I certainly had enough to use two hands, but I
never really mastered that technique, preferring to stick to
the old, time-tested, one-handed jack.

As I watched, I wondered what it would feel like to have a
cock like this sliding up my love chute and dropping its
load of hot cream into my insides.  I sure knew what it felt
like to be the one doing the filling!  .and it was great!
Yes. it was really great when I was able to slide in through
those tight lips and feel the inner heat of his body and his
passion as I drove this piston in and out.

The more I imagined being inside my lover, the faster my
hand began to move.  I closed my eyes tightly and quit
looking at the reflection.  Rather, I began to recall the
events from earlier and set my mind to `feel' the same
sensations as before.  Little by little my body began to
tense and my balls began to rise and hug the base of my
raging hard-on.  Yes. I was getting there.  I started to
pound even more fiercely, but trying to keep from making any
noises that might be heard in the next room.

Then it hit!!!  My body started to shudder and my ass cheeks
clamped tightly together.  The surge of electricity came out
of my spine and enveloped my whole lower half.  I turned
quickly toward the sink and put my left hand out in front of
myself to deflect anything that might overshoot.and it
started to spurt!  One shot hit dead center in my left palm,
but the next one went up and over and hit the tile behind
the sink.  Before it could even start to slide downward, the
next one hit above that one and then ran down slightly to
join with its predecessor.

I pushed down on myself and the next one landed again in my
palm, then the rest dropped into the sink below my hand.
Whew!  I needed that!  I stroked a few more times to `empty
the tank' and then turned the water on to clean up of the
mess.

After completing the `housekeeping', I opened the door,
walked across, and lay back down on the bed.  It wasn't what
I would have liked to have..but at least it should keep that
thing down for a while and let me get to sleep!

Thursday night I joined Peter and Rachel for the walk, and
then because of my wife's and my schedules, I didn't see
them again until the next Wednesday night when they came
over to our house.

We all just sat there in the living room and chatted.  Since
we weren't at Rache's house, where the "girl's toys" are,
Peter and I had to be content with just being near each
other.  Once, of course, we went into the kitchen together
to make another pot of tea and got to at least touch each
other momentarily - and steal a very quick kiss - but,
otherwise, it was turning out to be a perfectly `straight'
evening.

As Peter and Rache were getting up to leave, Julie says,
"Oh, yes. by the way, Rache. I read something about a craft
fair at the convention center this weekend.  Do you have
anything booked?  Or would you maybe like to catch the
show?"

"Hey..sure. that sounds great.  We can go right after my
hair appointment.  You don't mind do you, guys?  Or would
you like to come with us?"

"Oh..no..we don't mind.  .unh.do we Peter?  I'm sure we can
find something to keep us out of trouble," I quickly
replied.  I wasn't going to let this opportunity get by.   I
had some `surprises' to repay.

"No. not at all.  I'd go if it was just you and me, Rache,
but since you'll have Julie, you don't need me hangin'
around and looking bored.  I'm sure John and I have enough
chores around the yards to keep us more than busy."

"I've got an idea," Julie added.  "Rache, why don't I go
with you to the beauty shop and get my nails done.  I'll
call and see if I can't get an appointment then.  ..and if I
can't, I'll just go next door and have a cup of tea and wait
for you."

As our wives continued the conversation and made their
plans, Peter and I looked at each other and there was no
question about message that was going between our eyes.  We
were going to have almost a whole day together!!!  Things
were looking up!!!!

It seemed like forever until Saturday morning finally rolled
around.  Peter and I had only spoken in passing on Thursday
evening and hadn't had a chance to do much except agree that
we would both be cleaning gutters when the wives left.  So
there we were. both up on ladders scraping out leaves, pine
needles, and muck when Julie walked over, got in the car
with Rache, and they drove off.

I have to congratulate us both for restraint.  We actually
continued and finished cleaning the gutters instead of
jumping down and running into the nearest room to strip and
get down on it.  It only took us about ten more minutes.
Or, at least, that's how long it took for me to finish.  I
had just put the ladder away when Peter arrived.

"I'm still covered with that stinky shit!" he exclaimed as
he rounded the back of my house to where I was standing.
".and I see that you are too.  Got any suggestions for how
we can remedy that?"

It didn't take a rocket scientist to see where he was
leading.  "Yeah.   You want to run home and shower while I
do the same?"

"What!!!?!!!   Sure.go home. right!!!  Any other bright
suggestions, Mr. Einstien?"

"Well. I don't know if you would want to..  But.. maybe.
would you consider ." I pretended to fumble for words.

In his usual, somewhat blunt way, Peter looked me right in
the eye and said, "Get your ass in the house and let's get
in that shower..NOW!!"

"Okay, boss.. Okay."  I smiled back at him and we hurried
into the house.

Within a minute we were standing in the bathroom, both
stripped and naked.

"I just remembered," Peter said, "I didn't bring a change of
clothes with me."

"That's okay.  Why're you going to need clothes for the next
few hours?  .and I'll give you some shorts to get home in
when you leave."

I stood there looking at him for a few seconds, then held
out my arms.  He moved into them and pressed his head
against my neck and shoulder, then lifted his face to me and
I bent forward.  Our lips met and I felt him press his body
tighter against me.  That was one sexy stud I had there!
.and he knew just what to do, and how to do it, to get my
motor racing.

I pulled my lips away for a moment to whisper, "God, I've
missed you!  All I've done is dream about you and count the
minutes until now!  Come to daddy, sweetheart.  Let me have
that good old-fashioned lovin' that you're so good at."

"Me too.  I've been wanting you so badly." he mumbled back
as he reached up and pulled my face and lips back to his.

As we kissed, he began to rub his groin against me.  I could
feel the top of his manhood and his pubic patch rubbing
against the end of my own member as it hung down between us.
Slowly but surely I could feel both shafts begin to thicken
and rise.  Pretty soon I could feel the tip of his sticking
up and rubbing into the bottom and back of my balls.  I
gripped it between my legs and felt it pushing in and out
between them.

I leaned back for a moment to allow my now-hardened rod to
swing around and up so that it was between us and I could
feel it rub against the hairs of the treasure trail below
his navel.  Still holding tightly with one arm, I reached
out with the other, opened the shower door, and turned on
the water.  I adjusted it slightly to where it was just warm
enough, but not hot, and then we stepped together - still
holding each other - under the spray.

I felt the warm water as it hit the back of my head and my
neck and ran down my back.  Some of it came around the sides
and wet our faces and then ran down our sides and Peter's
back.  We were too tight together for any of it to get
between us and get our fronts wet.  Slowly we moved our feet
and turned in circles under the jets of water, each getting
a chance to feel the soothing effects of the spray.

After several rounds, as my hand passed the holder, I
grabbed the soap and then slowly began to rub the bar up and
down Peter's back, eventually moving it down until it moved
into the crack in his ass and I began to push it further
down and under.  When I did that, he spread his legs
slightly, and a quiet moan escaped through his nose.

I reached up and turned the nozzle almost straight down, and
we moved out from under the direct spray. I began to rub the
soap up and down his back, creating a nice lather, then
dropped the soap and just used both hands to rub the lather
up onto his shoulders and then down his arms.  We were still
facing each other and I was reaching around him to get to
his back.

When I moved my hands back up his arms to his shoulders, he
turned and leaned his back against my chest and whispered
sexily, "don't forget the front, fly boy. or are you my
sailor?"

"From all the stories I've heard about `Navy life', it's
probably sailor.. So why don't you just bend over and pick
up the soap?"

"Oh, you sly old dog, you.  .and, if I do, am I going to
have any surprises?"

"Maybe not this time, but don't expect any guarantees
later."  I growled back at him in my best old sex-fiend
voice.  "Now get that soap!"

As he bent over to pick it up, he reached down with his
right hand,  but carefully covered his ass with his left.
"It's not that I don't trust you, but.." he snickered.

Of course it was tempting, but I didn't want to go too fast
this time.  I wanted to have some real foreplay and work-up
time for a change.  Although that isn't to say that my small
head wasn't thinking about that warm, cozy cavern right
there in front of it.  It's a good thing that sometimes my
brain does remain in control.

Peter straightened up and turned back to hand the soap to
me.  Then he stopped and said, "No.  Now it's my turn," and
he began to rub the soap onto my chest and down my stomach.
When he reached below my navel, he moved over to the side to
avoid contact with the rod that was standing up between us.
Then he dropped the soap back into its holder and began to
rub my chest, creating a nice white lather in the hair
between my pecs.

Slowly he moved his hands outward in circles until he
included my nipples in his rubbing.  Each time his hands
came down over the nipples, I felt a surge of electricity
course through my body.  Then he began to reach around under
my arms and spread the soapy lather around to my back.  In
order to reach all the way around, of course, he had to come
up right against me.

I could feel our cocks trapped together between us, so I
reached behind him and pulled him closer so that they were
rubbing against each other as we moved.  His hands had
worked their way down my back and they were now
concentrating onto my butt cheeks.  Round and round they
went, rubbing their soapy way nearer and nearer the
separating crack.

Then they were in the crack and sliding down toward the
rosebud that lay below.  I may be a `top' for the most part,
but that doesn't mean that I don't get pleasure from having
my ass touched and stimulated.  There are a lot of highly
erogenous spots around -- and in -- there.

"What's good for the goose.." I thought to myself.  Since my
hands were already behind him, I just slid them down onto
his firm round globes and moved my fingers in toward the
center.

"Uuummm, nice." he responded, as he began to nuzzle my neck
with his nose and lips.

"Uuummm, that's nice, too.  But shall we get out and dry
off?"

"Not yet.  I haven't washed everything yet.."  He said as he
backed slightly away and brought his hands out from behind
me.  "There's something here I want to get really, really
clean."  With that he reached back up and took the bar of
soap off the holder and began to work up a good lather in
his hands.

When he put the soap back in the dish, he reached down and
grabbed my balls with one soapy hand, and my cock with the
other.

"Whooo! Wow!" just slipped out of my lips as that electric-
like shock wave enveloped my groin.  "MMmmm.wash that baby!
It likes that!"

Slowly he began to rub my balls and pull on them with the
one hand while the other began to slowly stroke up and down
my rigid shaft.  "MMmmmmmm.  oooooohhh,  yessssss!" I
whispered through my teeth,  "Scrub that cock good now..
Don't want any dirt and germs where it's gonna go."

After several minutes of what he was doing - several VERY
NICE minutes - he let go of my balls and slipped his hand
between my legs.  He slowly withdrew his hand, then pushed
it back..a little farther that time.  Then again.  Slowly he
worked his hand between my thighs until his finger finally
began to probe slightly upward.  I knew what he was
searching for, and I spread my legs open slightly.

That's all it took!  His finger bent and slipped into its
waiting, and willing, target.  All the while he was still
slowly stroking my already fully engorged cock.  I began to
feel that I was going to explode!!  It felt wonderful!!  I
bent my knees and opened my legs and thighs wider.  His hand
slipped futher back and his finger went deeper!!
"Ooooooooooohhhhhh..  Ooooooooohhhhhh, yyyyeeeessssssss!!"

Suddenly he leaned forward and the top six inches of my cock
disappeared into his face.  The extra warmth and the raspy
feel of his tongue sent me over the edge!!

The first volley shot up from between my legs and through
the piss tube on its way to his mouth!   I squatted down
onto his hand and tried to drive my ass further down onto
his finger!  Then I felt that first shot as it cleared the
tip and his hungry mouth began to suck and pull on it.

The second round fired!! Then another!  The finger in me
bent forward and pressed the back of my prostate and I
almost shouted from the incredible sensation!  I don't know
how many times I shot.  It all became a blur of sparkling
stars and lights!  My hips were thrusting forward trying to
drive my spike into his throat!  I had grabbed the back of
his head and was pulling it to meet the thrusts!  Shot after
shot fired!  One after another I felt the jolts of
electricity above my balls, shooting up the shaft of my cock
as if in a race with the cum inside.

My eyes were shut so tightly that when the eruptions finally
began to subside I actually had to force them open again.
My hands relaxed and Peter pulled his head back.not quite
releasing all of my cock from his still moving tongue and
mouth.

I noticed then that he had kept his hand on my shaft and
that was probably all that had kept me from choking him to
death in my wild frenzy.  He was still stroking it slowly,
gripping tightly on the upward move, driving anything inside
up to and out at the slit on top.  His mouth was working in
tandem to make sure it got every drop.   I was drained!!

Finally he lifted his head, and I felt his tongue rasp the
back of the head one last time before I felt the cold tingle
of the air on it.  "MMmmmmmm, you do taste so good," he
smiled up at me.  "I'm just going to have to have some more
of that before the day is over."

"Do that again and I won't even know what day it is!"

Slowly I reached up and moved the shower head back into
position so that it was now pouring water onto us again.
Peter stood back up and moved up against me.  I could feel
his warmth as he again put his face onto my chest just under
my neck.

I decided to just stand there like that until the warm water
ran out.


(to be continued)

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