Date: Tue, 13 Feb 2001 20:24:58 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: "Still Being Neighborly  -  Chap 1"

This story depicts homosexual relationships between adult
males.  If you are offended by this type of  material, are
underaged, or it is illegal in your geo-political area, then
please delete it from your screen  immediately.  If,
however, you are here because you want to be, sit back, read
on, and (I hope) enjoy.  This story picks up from the end of
my previous one entitled "Just Being Neighborly".

Still Being Neighborly  --  Chap 1

I still couldn't believe it.  There I stood at the foot of
the bed with a gorgeous latino who had just been dumped on
my front step, so to speak, by my lover -- as a "going away
present".  John was moving away and selling his house to
this incredible, dark, handsome stud.and he had brought him
to me!

Ernie just stood there looking at me, not saying a word.

Finally, I managed to get my brain and mouth to work.  "This
is great!  No...this is terrible!  .  The timing I mean.  My
wife is due home in about 15 minutes and I've got to
straighten up this mess John and I just made.  .   and I
don't have any time to do what my little head is thinking
about! .  and ."

"Earth to Peter.  Earth to Peter." I heard Ernie saying.
"Hey!  Calm down guy!  Stop and take three deep breaths.
I'll be here for a long time to come.  There's no rush."

"Hunh?  Oh. ..  Oh, yes.   You're right.  Just don't move.
Let me pull this up and get it straightened," I said as I
reached for the bed covers.

"I'll give you a hand," he said as he moved over to the
other side and began to pull the covers up along with me.

"Thanks.  You don't need to do that."

"I figure - at least I hope -- that I'll be helping mess it
up sometime in the future, so I might as well help
straighten it now," he replied.

"Thanks.  Really?   Thanks."

When we had completed making the bed (I would be able to
strip it later, but right now it needed to be tidy for when
Rachael came home), I decided I just couldn't hold it all
back right now.

"Come over here," I said to Ernie.

As he moved over to me I reached out and unbuttoned the top
of his shorts and unzipped the fly.  Then I reached up to
the waist and, making sure my fingers were under both the
waistband of his shorts and the elastic band at the top of
his underwear, I pulled them down to just under his hips.

Sure enough!  There it was!  Nice, long, firm, dark-skinned,
and uncut!!!  It wasn't hard before, but as soon as it was
out in the open, it began to get fuller and started to lift
up off a magnificent set of balls that hung below it.

That was enough!  I couldn't resist the temptation.  So I
sat down on the end of the bed, reached out and grabbed him
by that large pointer, and pulled him over to me.  Gripping
his shaft with my right hand, I pushed back toward the base
and watched as the foreskin began to slide back over the
plum-shaped head.

The first thing I saw was the tip with the piss slit - Willy
the one-eyed wonder worm was looking right at me.  Then I
saw the shiny drop of man dew flow out and dance in the
reflected sunlight.  Slowly I pushed a little farther and
watched as the glistening blue-red head emerged completely
from its enveloping shroud.

It looked good enough to eat, and in two more seconds, it
was out of sight in my mouth.  Damn!  It tasted good too!!
It was as sweet as a teenager's boy cum, and that nice large
head was so silken and soft to the touch of my tongue as I
felt it pulse and deliver another droplet of nectar.

My left hand was already grasping and pulling on the large
egg-sized balls inside their hairy, flesh bag.  As I
squeezed on them, I heard a slight moan escape from his lips
and felt the cockhead in my mouth swell and deliver yet
another drop of sweet precum onto my tongue.  I couldn't
hold back.

Driving my head forward onto his wonderful stake, I felt it
pass over my tongue and begin to enter the top of my throat.
I stopped breathing and pushed my face the rest of the way
until my nose was buried into that dark curly bush under his
navel and I could feel the head tightly ensconced in my
throat.  I heard him moan again and his breathing became
heavier.

The scent of excited man was heavy.  I let go of his balls
to run my left hand up under his tee-shirt and over the
front of his torso, feeling the resistance of the black
curls that were all over his abs and up onto his chest.
This time I felt a shiver run through his body and his
engorged cockhead pulsed inside my throat.

I felt a jolt of electricity run from between my legs, right
at the base of my rock-hard cock, and shoot up my spine to
the back of my head.  This was one helluva lollipop!

With that, Ernie reached up and grabbed my head on both
sides, holding me in a vice-like grip.  Then he began to
slowly pull himself out of my throat and into my mouth until
only the head was left inside my lips.  Having tightened my
lips, the foreskin was pulled forward on his retreat so that
it was now fully over the head inside my mouth and there was
that small tip of skin beyond the end.  I pulled my tongue
back and forced it into the opening and ran it around the
sensitive head inside.  He moaned again.

Waiting only a moment, he began to push forward, carefully
riding across my tongue and past the back of my mouth until
the head was again exposed and he was once again inside my
throat.  He repeated his motions, thrusting slowly at first,
and then with greater speed and force, until he was fucking
my face like the piston of an old steam engine.

My mind had stopped functioning.  I could no longer think
coherently.  All I wanted - all my focus - was for him to
shoot his load into my hungry mouth and throat!  I was
sucking, tonguing, swallowing!  I was using every trick in
my tool box to make that wonderful ramrod give up its
treasure!

"Ohhhh, baby!  That is good!  You are gonna make me cummm,
baby!  You are gonna make me cummm!" I heard from above my
head.  "Yeah, baby!  Ohhh, yeah! That is good!"

Suddenly I felt his grip on my head tighten and pull up as
he raised up onto his toes.  As he did this, he shoved that
magnificent tool in to the hilt.  Between the swollen head
in my throat, and my face buried tight into his pubes, I
couldn't breathe.  All I could do was hold my breath and
tighten all the muscles inside my cheeks, mouth, and throat
and get ready!

"OOOOooohhhhhh, ssshhhhhhittttttt!  Oooooohhh, yessssssss,
babbbbe!!!  It's cummmmin'!  It's cummmin'!  OOOoooohhhhh,
ggggooooddddddd!  OOOoohhh!  Ooooooohhhh!   Nnnnnngggggg!
Nnngg!  Oooohhh, yyyesssssss!  ..  There it is, baby!  There
it is!!!"  . and he began to flood my throat with what felt
like a quart of pure, heavy cream!

He shot twice before I was able to pull my head back and get
the head out of my throat and into my mouth so I could enjoy
his honey.  And that's what it tasted like - honey.  It was
the sweetest cum I have ever had in my mouth.  It was
absolutely wonderful!

I swallowed again and again as four or five more buckets of
man juice were dispensed onto my waiting tongue.  Then he
rocked back onto his heels and flattened down onto his feet,
loosening his grip on my head.  As I began to suck the last
drops of his delicious baby batter from the slit hidden
inside its hood of skin, I also began to run my tongue into
and under the skin to rasp against the now highly sensitive
head.

"Oooooohhhh, man!  Are you good!  That was one incredible
blowjob!  That was un-fucking-believable!"

I didn't reply except to bob my head as I finished draining
my prize.
Finally, it was finished!  I lifted my head up and let his
now softening fuck tool drop out of my lips.  "I liked it
too," I said softly.  "I really, really liked it too," I
continued as I began to stand up.  "And I hope this is only
the first of many more of these," I said just before I
reached up and pulled his face to mine.

We stood there kissing at the foot of the bed.  His shorts
were still down around his legs and that marvelous piece of
meat was just hanging there over the equally beautiful balls
behind it.  I could feel it as it rubbed against my still
swollen cock inside my own shorts.

Reaching down and grabbing hold, he asked, "what about this?
You need some taking care of."

"Don't worry about me this time.  We've got to get out of
here before my wife gets home.  I'll have to take care of it
myself later."

"Maybe you can get over to John's - or is it `my' - house
later.  I'd really like to help take care of it."

"We'll see.  Now let's get you out of here."

_______________________________________

Yes, I know this one was a bit short; but I just wanted to
get it underway and try and to see where I want it to go.
If you have any comments or suggestions, please feel free to
write to me.  I try to respond to all notes (except `flames'
- which I extinguish).    CNJShore9@aol.com