Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2000 17:56:13 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Story submission: Just being neighborly - C6

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...

I would appreciate any feedback you wish to give (thanks to
those of you who have already responded about previous
chapters), and will try to take heed of any constructive
criticisms.  Flames will be extinguished!


Just Being Neighborly.  -  Chapter 6


Somehow we were already back in front of his house, so he
just looked at me, winked, and whispered, "I don't want to
say it, but I think I love you."

"Nor I, but I think so too.."

The rest of the way home, all I could do was think "Oh,
shit.  what have I gotten into?"  over and over I repeated
it to myself.

As I walked into the house I heard my wife say, "I thought
you said a half-hour..it's been over forty-five minutes that
you were gone?  Where were you?"

"Oh...  I met a guy around the corner who was out in his
yard and we were talking for quite a while. just couldn't
seem to shut him up and get away. Besides, as I recall, I
said `a half-hour or so'.and I think forty-five minutes
falls into an `or so'."

"So, what were you talking about for so long?"

"Mostly about the neighborhood. he's kind'a new and was
asking a lot about what's been going on here and in town for
the past ten or fifteen years.you know. just bullshittin'
the night away.."

"That's nice.  Maybe I'll go out with you tomorrow night.
So, what was his name?"

"John"

"John what?"

"You know, I never thought to ask him what his last name
was.  He just introduced himself as `John', and I didn't go
any further into it.."

"Okay.  Would you please help me clean up some of this
trash.  I was clipping loose ends off that afgan again."

"Sure.."

The rest of that night my mind kept going back to the
clubhouse and to how absolutely wonderful it had been.  Each
time I thought about it, every nerve ending in my love
tunnel tingled and ached for more stimulation from John's
heated rod.  I thought too of him lying against me and the
feel of his body against me.  His lips pressed to mine and
our tongues locked in their aggression.  I wanted him there.
I wanted to be with him still.

Somehow I made it through the night and next day, praying
that we would be able to see and talk to each other that
following night.   ..but what if my wife decided to come
along?  Oh well, we'll cross that bridge if, or when, we get
to it.

At about 8:00, I said to my wife, "You want to go take that
walk now?"

"Sure do. let's go."  She answered, so we got up from the
sofa and started toward the door.  "I just hope my hip holds
out.  It's been bothering me today" she continued.

"Oh.  I'm sorry to hear that.  We'll take it easy and walk
slowly.  That might even help it."

Out the door we went and across the lawn to the street.  As
we passed Chuck's house, I could see lights on in his
kitchen and bedroom and wondered what he might be doing in
there (and what I'd like to be doing if I were in there with
him).

Right after we rounded the corner onto Indian Head, my wife
stops short and says: "Damn!  I think I gliched it.  All the
sudden it's hurting like hell!  ...  You go on and walk and
I'll go back to the house."

"You sure you don't need any help?"

"No.  Just go on and walk.  I don't want to sabotage your
exercise now that you seem to be on track with it.  I'll see
you back at the house when you get there."

"Okay.  about a half-hour or so.  Make sure you put your leg
up when you get in."

With that she turned and started back toward the house.
Somehow my usually rotten luck seemed to be turning good for
a change..and, sure enough, as I got to John's house, there
he was, standing on his front steps.

"Hi, guy."  I said as I saw him.

"'Hi' yourself.  Hold up a minute," he said as he walked
over to me.  "My wife's out tonight `with the girls' and
won't be home for a couple hours.  Wanna come in?"

"Sounds like a plan to me," I replied, and we walked
together back up the walk and steps and went inside.

Once inside, he said, "Let's go into the tv room in back,
can't do much here in all this light with all those
windows..and neighbors."

"Just lead the way," I said, already beginning to tremble
with anticipation.

As we made our way into the tv room, the lights were very
dim and I noticed the blinds were down and closed.
"Expecting company?" I asked.

"Not `expecting', just hoping.   When I saw you round the
corner with your wife that hope seemed to fade a little and
I started to feel a bit dejected.  Then she turned and went
back.. What happened?  A little tiff?"

"No, her hip started to bother her.  She thinks she's
getting a little arthritis in it. so she went back to get
off it.  Some luck wouldn't you say?"

"The best!!!   You remember last night we said we needed to
talk?   Well, right now I don't feel like talking, I just
want to feel you against me again.  I want you as close to
me as I can get you."

".and I want that too.  I want you all over me and I want to
be all over you.  I just can't seem to get enough of you..
So what are we waiting for?  Get those damned jeans and
shirt off!!!"

I don't know if we set any world record, but I would guess
that we were both stripped and holding tightly to each other
in less than 10 seconds!  Oh, how wonderful he felt up
against me.  I moved my hands and arms down his back and
grabbed the delightful twin globes of his backside and
pulled him against me.  I could feel his manhood beginning
to rise to the challenge as it pressed against my own now
engorged member.  Each throb of his rod against me made me
shiver and pull him even tighter.

By now our mouths were pressed as tightly against one
another's as were our lower regions.  His tongue had invaded
through my willing lips and was working its magic on my own
tongue and down into the recesses of my mouth and throat.
This man could go deep at either end!!!  At once we both
began to moan loudly and he moved his hands behind my head
and pulled me even tighter to his lips, moving his whole
head from side to side and in a circular motion to drive
himself into me.

Already, all thoughts except wanting him to mount and
penetrate me had left my mind.  I wanted to merge with him
and be one.  I wanted him deep in me, joined and rapturous.
To be again on my back with him on top of me and my arms and
legs wrapped tightly around him to hold him to me.  But I
wanted it slow and easy and long-lasting.  No hurry.  No
pounding.  I wanted to feel every millimeter, no . micron,
of him as he plowed my love tunnel with his bone and,
finally, left his seed deep inside me.

"John."

"Yes?"

"Please.. now."

With that he moved his hands and arms down and around my
back and lifted me as he walked over to lay me down on the
sofa that had been behind me.  Then he knelt over me, his
knees on each side of my hips so that his baby makers in
their velvety container were hanging down into the crevice
where my own were being held up between my legs.  I could
feel their softness and their heat, which seemed almost to
spread up and over my entire body warming me with a internal
glow.  He leaned forward and placed his lips back onto mine
and his tongue began anew with its explorations.   When he
did so, I felt the stiffness and the heat of his now steel-
hard plow against my stomach and, as long as it was, it
seemed to go all the way up to the small patch of hair on my
chest.

When he moved, I suddenly felt a slightly cold sensation
above my navel near the head of his love tool.  I knew
immediately what that had to be and I wanted to get to it.
I pushed him up and bent my head forward between us so that
I was looking dead-on to the end of his pole.  Just then it
jerked upward slightly and another precious drop of shiny
fluid appeared in the crevice there.  I leaned further
forward and just managed to reach it with the tip of my
tongue.  It tasted like slightly bitter honey, but to me it
was delicious.  I pushed and bent a little further up and
was able to capture the red, flaring strawberry between my
lips and suction it for more reward.  As I did this, I heard
him exhale with a groan that started somewhere down below my
head and worked it's way up and out through his nose and
mouth that were above and behind my head.

He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down.  "Not now.
just relax and let me do this," he whispered into my left
ear.  Softly he began to blow into my ear , moved down
slightly and kissed the lobe, and then began to nibble at
it.  Currents began to flow throughout my body.  Working his
way down with his lips and the tip of his tongue, he
scorched a path from the ear down the side of my neck to my
collar bone and began to kiss and nibble across my shoulder.
I was flying higher and higher with his touch and loving.

He pushed himself backwards and slid his knees further down
to each side of my legs.  As he did, I felt his ball sack
slide down the crevice between my legs and his hardened rod
moved down my stomach, leaving its slippery cool trail.
Then he continued the downward trek with his lips and
tongue.  First stopping to circle and tease my left nipple
until it was standing up and out with as much rigidness as
the love tool now lying along side my own overheated and
swollen excitement.  Then he moved across to the right side
and worked his magic with the rough tip of his tongue until
it too was standing like a soldier at attention.  Now he
brought his hands up, each to continue the stimulation
brought about by his lips and tongue as they continued to
move lower.  As his lips reached my navel, he stopped and
kissed it lovingly, then turned his head to the side and
rubbed his cheek across my belly.  Side-to-side he moved,
turning his head from one side to the other, alternating the
movement with his cheeks.  Slowly he moved back to the
center and once again started his downward path, following
the treasure trail of dark curly hairs from my navel to the
now dripping head of my throbbing and jerking cock.  Down he
moved, licking along the sides - from one to the other -
until he reached the twin orbs resting in their casing at
the apex of my thighs.  Slowly he lapped one and then the
other, soaking them with his saliva.

All the while his hands were tracing mirrored patterns
across, around, and down my abdomen and hips to the outsides
of my thighs.   Now he started back up.  Running his tongue
up the exposed underside of my joy stick, then stopping to
envelope the head with his lips, lifting and raising it so
that he could slide his lips down the shaft all the way to
the base, blowing out through his nostrils into the patch of
dark curls there.  Slowly he began to suck and move his head
up and down.  Every nerve in my body was starting to scream
with pleasure and further anticipation.

"Now?" I asked.  "now? ..please..."

This time he leaned back, looked down at me and smiled with
a look in his eyes that sent a wave of heat over my body.
He lifted his right leg to make room and I moved my left leg
over against the back of the sofa, opening a space between
my legs where he could put his leg back down between them.
Then he lifted his left and I made room for it by moving my
right leg out to the edge of the cushions.   With him now
between my legs, I reached down and grabbed my knees to pull
them up and out to open the way for him.

He leaned forward and reached over my head to the end table
there and squirted some lotion from the hand-pump there into
his right hand.  As he did, the head of his rod was right
over my face and I could see the outline of the veins and
the tube that would deliver his love potion to me.  I
quickly reached up and licked it wanting another taste of
his manliness.  Rocking back down onto his heels, he
slathered the lotion onto his long handle and finally
pressed it down so that it slipped it between my legs to
prepare for the next move.  And it didn't take long for that
next move.

He again began to  lean forward over me, so I lifted my legs
and buttox to open a clear path for his attack, and almost
miraculously I felt the head of his love tool strike a
direct hit on its target.  As he leaned further forward, I
reached up and pulled his head down to me and met his mouth
with mine.  My tongue charged between his lips and my mouth
began to suction his tongue back to me.  At the same time, I
felt electrified as his hot, searching probe popped through
the tight entryway to my fuck chute and began to slide
deeper and deeper into me.  Again I started to moan.  I
couldn't have talked if I wanted to . not just because our
mouths were locked in mortal combat. but I couldn't have
formed a coherent word from a mind that was filled with
nothing but shooting stars and roman candles.

Oh, my god!!  It was every bit as good as it had ever been .
no . it was even better!!!  I still didn't know why every
time he was deep inside me, my body felt so alive and
electric, but that's the only way I can describe it.
Electric.  Every nerve, every fiber in my body was sending
signals to my brain.  I was only a scant inch away from
overload!

I don't know for sure how he felt, or what emotions were
going on inside his head and body, but from the responses I
could feel and hear, it must have been pretty close to my
own.   Slowly and evenly he began to move out and then back
in.  Using only his hips so that his upper body stayed close
to mine and his lips remained against my own, he paced a
deep fuck.  Each time the head passed the sweet spot of my
prostate I felt another surge of electricity.  Each time it
reached the deepest point, I wanted to suck it even deeper.
The muscles inside me were working their own magic, pulling
and holding him.  Only releasing him enough to allow his
backward move then clamping tight before he had gone too far
back out and starting to pull him back in.  It was a magical
rhythm.

Slowly and surely the ecstacy climbed, but it stayed
controlled.  No frenzy this time.  Just peak after wonderful
peak!!  I have no idea how long this went on but soon we
were both at the doorway to a flight into the stars.

"Now."  I stated.  Not a question.  Not a demand.  Just a
statement.  And then I felt it as it started somewhere at
the base of my neck and began to travel down and around my
body.down my spine and then into and around my love hole
coming back together at the base of my cock, just behind and
below my balls.  He must have felt it as it passed because
he suddenly tensed all over and a low groan began to come up
from deep inside him.  This time, as he reached the depth of
his forward plunge, he stopped and pushed tighter against
me.  His hips wiggled from side to side and he pushed even
tighter against me as though he were trying to lodge himself
even further into the heated glove of my love tunnel.  Then
I felt it as his love juice exploded deep inside me.  Again
he pressed tighter against me, and again I felt the jerk and
swelling of his veined rod as it delivered another load of
its seed.  Twice again I felt his orgasmic response, then
suddenly I felt my own respose take hold and felt the warmth
of my own juices as they spread themselves between us.

Slowly he began the movements of before, and with each depth
of penetration he stopped again to drive the last of his
love into me.  Then he collapsed on top of me.  I wrapped my
arms around his back and my legs around his buttox and held
him to me.  I was content.  Never in my life have I felt so
wondrous.  Slowly I ran my hands up and down his back,
feeling the now relaxed muscles under the skin.  I moved my
legs down to where they were wrapped around his legs with my
ankles between his calves, and continued to rub his back and
pull him to me.  His hands were now on each side of my head
and holding me as he kissed me deeply and passionately.    I
could stay like this for hours.    .but, alas, it was `that
time' again.

"I've got to get out of here. how long has it been?"

"Oh shit, it's been almost an hour!  Think you can explain
this away?"

"Yeah, I'll think of something.  But I better get my ass
moving."

"You already did that..and pretty damned well I'd say."

"Thanks, your moving wasn't so bad either.  In fact I'd like
a lot more of that..but I've gotta get gone!"

"Okay," he replied as he got up from off me and I was able
to turn and stand and gather my clothes.  As I was dressing,
he said: "We were supposed to talk tonight, remember?  But I
guess a lot was said without talking."

"Oh, yes..  A lot was said.  Maybe we can get together
tomorrow or the next time I get out `walking' or whatever.
all I know is that I don't want this to be the end of
anything. not by a long shot!"

(to be continued....)