Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2001 17:39:32 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Still Being Neighborly - Chap 3

This story depicts homosexual relationships between adult
males.  If you are offended by this type of  material, are
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Still Being Neighborly  --  Chap 3


"I guess we need to talk a little.  Right?"  John had said.

"I think we should," I answered, as I pulled my shorts and
shirt back on.  "I'll meet you at the door."

.

"So what's up?" he asked as we stepped out onto his front
porch.

"I'm really confused about a lot of things.  I know I've
been saying `I love you', and I do, but you're going away,
and .  I just don't know what I'm feeling right now."

"I know.  I know exactly what you are going through.  Don't
you think I've been doing the same thing?  I keep thinking
about being out there without you, and want you to be there
with me so much.but I know that it's not going to happen."

"That's the whole thing.  We're being so damned logical
about it!  I don't want to be logical!  .but I know I have
to be!  We made our decisions a long time ago, but I don't
think we ever gave a lot of thought to what might happen -
what's happening now.  And now Ernie is in the picture.  I
think it would have been easier if there hadn't been a
`substitute' so readily available.  Sure. I could go over to
the Chuck wagon, but that's almost negative to me.  Ernie
isn't!"

"Hell, guy. just take it as it comes.  I'm going to miss you
terribly, but we'll both get through this.  Besides, we will
get to see each other once in a while.  I'll make sure of
that."

"Take care of yourself," I said as I stepped off the porch
and headed home.  I looked back once and winked.  He smiled,
and I felt the heat rise through me and rush to my head.
Damn!  I don't want him to leave!  I wanted to run back and
grab him and hold him - right there - in front of the world;
but I knew I couldn't.  We had set the course of our lives
and we just couldn't change it now.  That's the danger I
always knew existed - "my worst nightmare" I had always
called it.  To fall in love with another man and then have
to make that dreadful decision.  Well, I have now been
there..and it sucks!

..

I spent the rest of Saturday and Sunday running around town
with Rachael doing our (her) errands and managed somehow to
catch a movie.  Monday was work and a rather boring night
sitting and watching a bunch of shows I really don't care
for, while Rache was on the phone most of the time.

When she finally hung up the last call at nearly 11:00, she
came in said:  "That was Gracie, and we've decided we're
going to put together a bi-weekly bridge game with Anne and
Barbara.  We'll probably play on Wednesday nights.and rotate
from house to house.  We're going to play at Gracie's this
week, and will be here for the following game.  I'm sure you
can find something to do.  We'll be in the family room, so
you'll probably want to hide in the bedroom or office.  The
other three nights in the cycle, you can have all that
`peace and quiet' you like so much."

"Hey, that sounds great!  It's time you had some fun `with
the girls'.   Am I going to get a night out `with the
boys'?"

"To do what?  Get in trouble?"

"I guess that's right.  I don't watch football.  I don't go
to bars.  I'm just dull, and there isn't anything to do
`with the boys', is there?"

"Find something you want to do, and we'll talk about it,"
she concluded.

That's sort of the way it always goes.  But it's the truth.
What would I do on a `night out'?  I can think of a few
things, but they are definitely not something I could tell
her about!!! Or regularly schedule!!  .but I'm going to make
some use of those Wednesday nights as soon as I can!!  You
can bet on that.

..

Tuesday night, I was out in the front yard just doing things
to kill time and keep my eye on both Chuck's house across
the street (to see if there was anything going on there) and
down the street by John's (Ernie's now).  Sure enough, I saw
Ernie pull into the driveway from the other end of the
street.  He saw me as he got out of the car and came walking
over.

"Hey,  guy.  What's up?" He asked.

"Not much.  But if you hang around for a few minutes
something just might come up."

"Rache there?" he asked.

"Yep."

"Then I guess you can't `come out and play' tonight," he
questioned.

"Nope."

"Wow! What a vocabulary!  Can't seem to shut you up
tonight," he continued.

"Not much to say.  Just feeling a little `trapped'.but.you
gonna be around tomorrow night?"

"Probably.why?"

"Rache will be out playing cards `with the girls'. you want
to come over and join me in the hot tub?"

"Hey!  That sounds like a winner!  You're sure you're gonna
be home alone?"

"Alone until you get here."

"What time?"

"She's leaving about seven."

"I'll be waiting for her to back out and I'll come right
over."

"Great!  See you then.  I've gotta get back in now.  ..
Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow."

..

 By 7:00 pm on Wednesday, I was like a caged tiger.  Rachael
stopped as she got to the front door.  "What are you
planning to do tonight?" she asked.

"I think I'm going to go get in the hot tub and just relax."

"That sounds good.  It'll probably be good for your knees.
You're walking like they are a bit swollen."

"That's what I was thinking," I answered.  "The hot tub
should help them.  You go have fun `with the girls', okay."

With that she [finally] kissed me goodbye and went out the
door.  I stood there just inside and waited.

It didn't take long.  I don't think her car was out of sight
down the street when I heard someone coming up the front
steps.  Without wasting a second, I opened the door - and
there he was!!  "Get in here you hot, latin stud!" I
quipped.

"Si, senor," he replied in his strongest accent.  In english
-- but with the same B-movie accent -- he continued, "Now I
am going to keese you, and take your body."

"Be my guest," I replied.  "Take whatever you want.but you
better have something to give me in return!"  I said as I
reached down and grabbed a handful of his beautiful basket.
"Now let's get down to business!"

Grabbing his arm, I almost dragged him down the hall to the
master bedroom.  "Last one with anything on has to . oh,
hell. just get those damned clothes off!  Here are some
shorts to wear into the tub."

"I didn't think we were going to be wearing anything in the
hot tub," he said with sort of a dejected tone.  "Aren't you
supposed to go `skinny dipping' in a hot tub?"

"We have to have something on to get from here out to the
tub.  There are neighbors that can see, you know.but once
we're in the water, the shorts come off."

"But if the neighbors can see, what can we do?"

"In a few more minutes it'll be dark.  Then we'll have all
the privacy you can want.and a few other things you might
want."

"There are lots of things I think I'm gonna want."

"Then there are lots of things I think you're gonna get!
Now let's get out there."

As I opened the door from the bedroom onto the back deck to
go out to the tub, I heard the sound of the front door
opening.

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed.  "I think she came back.  Grab your
clothes and go down the stairs to the right where the tub
is.  .and stay close under the back window so you can't be
seen."

"Is that you, Rache?"  I called out as I walked out of the
bedroom and down the hall toward the front of the house.

"Yeah, it's me.  I forgot to bring that stuff I had printed
off for Ann.  .had to turn around and come back to get it."
Turning toward me, she continued, "Oh, I see you're already
heading for the tub."

"I was almost out the door when I heard you."

"Well, go on back.  Have fun.  I'm outta here," she said as
she turned and went back out through the door.

I stood there until I heard her car on the street, and then
I hurried back to bedroom and the open door  -- where the
games were definitely "about to begin."

That's when I suddenly remembered the floodlights on the
back of the house over the hot tub.  They are activated by
motion detectors and what I had in mind was definitely going
to be in the realm of  `motion'.  Having them come on in the
middle of anything I had in mind would certainly `hamper'
any fun we were having - unless we wanted to be `on stage'
to the neighbors.

As I came out the door, I called out,  "Hey.Ernie.could you
give me a hand."

"Whatcha need?" he asked.

"Could you please help me with this ladder," I replied as I
started to pull the 16-foot ladder out from under the deck.
"We need to unscrew those lights.  The fuckin' electrician
installed it without any switch."

"Sure, guy.  By all means let's turn those suckers off!"

We lifted the ladder up to the back of the house buy the
lights, and Ernie held it while I turned the sensor switch
off.  When I got back down, he helped me fold back the lid
and lean it against some poles I had put in for that reason
-- to help shield the tub from view.  I turned on the jets
and we climbed in.

As soon as we were both in the water, we sat down and pulled
our shorts off, wringing them out, and laying  them over the
edge where we could get to them later.  I sat down on one
side and Ernie first sat across from me.but only for a
couple minutes.  By then, it was fairly dark and we were
also half hidden by the rising steam.  Ernie moved over to
sit next to me and slid his arm behind my back pulling me
against him.

I just leaned into him and let my head rest on his shoulder.
He turned slightly, lifted my face to his, and pressed his
lips to mine.  It was a soft, slow, and very passionate
kiss.

We held it for a while.  Then I reached over him and pulled
him to where he was more facing me, lifting my leg and
resting it on top of his thighs.  That's when I felt his hot
manhood throb against the side of my leg.  He was already
fully aroused.  A second and a half later, so was I!

I raised up so I could turn to face him, straddling his legs
with mine, our raging cocks now in contact with one another.
As we kissed, I began to rise and lower myself slightly,
rubbing our bodies and cocks together.  Oh that felt so
good!  Feeling his rigid manhood pressing and sliding
against me.

After a few minutes of that, I raised myself more until I
could feel his pulsating rod slip under my balls and press
against the base of my cock just in front of the star-like
opening to my man pussy.  Ernie knew exactly what I had in
mind and where I was going with this, so he slid forward on
the seat until he was perched just on the edge and my knees
had room to move further back past his hips and better
center his `lap' under me.

Planning ahead earlier, I had already lubricated myself in
that area and had been careful to keep my shorts from
rubbing it away.  Now it was all ready for the next step.
Carefully, I pressed forward against him, feeling the head
of his love organ inch its way back until it was right on
the target spot.  Then I began - very slowly -- to sit down.

At first the head started to tilt over and slide away toward
the crack between my cheeks, so I lifted up again slightly
and reached back and under with my right hand to hold it
pointing straight upward.  Then I started to sit again.
This time I felt the twinge of pain as it breached the
target and started to stretch the sphincter and penetrate
into my warm insides.

I felt the sudden release of the stretching sensation as his
head made its way in and the circle of muscle closed tightly
around the shaft below the flare.  Incredible feelings began
to boil inside me!  I imagined what it looked like as the
head of his cock pushed its way out of the cloak of skin
that nature had put over it and into the soft and supple
jacket that was my ass.  I could picture the silky smooth
head, glistening with its own lubricants in addition to
those I had supplied, as it now began its way into the warm,
wet pink glove, stealing its way deeper into me.

As he entered me under the water, he was just as busy above
it.  His hads were moving constantly through my hair as he
held my head, and his tongue extended deep into my mouth -
almost into my throat.  I felt a shiver run through his body
and heard his slight gutteral moan.  Knowing how much he was
enjoying what was going on only made me more aroused and
responsive.

I lowered myself all the way onto him, until my cheeks were
resting on top of his thighs.  Then I began to gyrate,
stirring my insides with his strawberry-tipped spoon.  As I
moved from side to side and around, I also pushed myself
down just as far as I could.  I wanted every bit of him in
me!  It felt so damned good!!

Breaking the kiss for now, I leaned my head back, closed my
eyes so I could concentrate only on the sensations of his
lance burying itself inside me, and began to bounce slowly
up and down on his lap.  That glorious tool of his was so
marvelously imbedded into me.  "Oh, god!  Oh, yesssss!  Oh,
baby!!  That feels so good!  Push that fuck tool deep inside
me, babe!  OH!  YESSSSSS!"

His hands were now running up andown my back as he helped to
hold me in place of his throbbing tool.  Suddenly he reached
up and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face back
to his.  His lips gound into mine.  This time there was
nothing soft or light about it.  This was pure animal lust
grinding lips to lips.tongues darting in and out, back and
forth, trying to hook each other and pull one another into
the hot mouth of its owner.  Our breath was getting ragged
and fast!  My hands were now on each side of his head,
pulling him ever tighter against my lips.

It was very interesting how that extra skin of his was now
working.  Without it, the hot water would have probably
removed any lubrication and made the friction between my
spincter and his shaft very uncomfortable.  But instead, it
was really all taking place inside a thin, sensitive skin
tube that stayed almost stationary as the shaft inside it
moved in and out of me, driving the swollen strawberry head
up and down inside my love tunnel, smoothing and spreading
the walls with its insistent passage.

Each time the head approached the entryway, it rode across
the hard nut of my prostate and sent bolts of electricity
charging through my body.  Each time I shivered from the
thrill of it, I could feel Ernie respond with his own body
in much the same way.

My bouncing on that pulsing, jerking, rock-hard pole of
manmeat was getting faster and more demanding. It sounded
like the waves I was creating in the water were sloshing
over the sides, but right then I didn't care about anything
but the incredible pleasures that were washing over my very
soul.

My inner muscles were working on that pole-like pulsating
shaft of flesh for all they were worth!!  I thought I could
feel each vein and muscle inside its soft, smooth covering
of skin.   I was using everything I had ever learned or
heard of to suck him with that lower mouth.

I wanted it to explode in me and feel him shoot load after
load of his hot spunk into my cum-hungry orifice!  I wanted
to hear him shout out loud as he drove his stake into me and
his love juice erupted and drained from those wonderful
balls into me.  I was going to give him a hot tub night to
remember!!  And one I would remember just as well!

Even as I thought of it, I suddenly felt the hot flash as a
ball of electricity formed under me, just behind my own
balls, and then exploded, shooting out and up.  One flash
went directly to the tip of my cock and the other ran up my
spine and set off firework-like stars in my brain!

Then I felt the first incredible contraction as my cock
jerked fully erect, swelled to almost bursting, and started
to shoot its slick, white jizm out from the slit at the tip
of its throbbing head and into the water between our bodies!

Just as I let loose with one of the most intense orgasms I
have ever had, I felt him lunge upward, burying himself as
deep into me as he possibly could!  Then I felt the jerk and
quiver of that marvelous fleshy rod inside me, followed by a
widening of its head until it completely filled the cross-
section of my fuck chute.  .and it erupted!!!  Jerk, swell,
erupt!  Jerk, swell, erupt!  At least five or six times I
felt him power-eject his load of hot man lava deep into my
guts!!  I could feel the heat of him even though I was waist
deep in 103-degree water!  I hung onto him as tightly as I
could as he lifted and pushed himself into me again and
again until he was totally drained.  I thought I was going
to pass out from the overload of sensations!!!  Then it
started to subside.

He sat back down.me still astride his thighs.with his
somewhat softened tool still imbedded into my now satisfied
ass.  We just sat there like that for several minutes.
Nothing was said.  No sound could be heard, except our
labored breathing.

Finally I raised up, gave him a quick kiss, and stood up in
the tub. The water came just to the top of my pubic brush.
"Now that's what I call an `A number one fuck'!" I said,
"but I think we better get out for a few minutes and cool
down before we both have a stroke or something."

Together  we reached for our shorts, shook them out, and
pulled them on.  Then we got out of the tub and stood beside
it.  Ernie still hadn't said a word.  Finally, he spoke.
"You're damned right!  That was one `A number one fuck'!  I
can hardly wait for the next one..  You got a cold beer
around here?"

"Sure.let me go get a couple.  Have a seat on the deck.
I'll be right back," I said as I went up the stairs and
turned to the door.  "This sure beats the fuck out of
playing cards," I thought to myself as I stepped inside.

_______________________________________

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