Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2017 21:03:12 -0800
From: Peter McKean <peterpnw31@gmail.com>
Subject: My neighbor's boyfriend - part 1

This is pure fiction about my neighbor, though I wish it wasn't. It
contains graphic descriptions of man on man sex. If you're underage,
stop reading now, go outside and play.

Note: I'm new to writing this kind of story. Would love your feedback.
(peterpnw31@gmail.com)

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About a year ago we decided to make a move to the Pacific Northwest,
so we rented a cute little house in Portland, OR. Our house shares a
driveway with the one next door. When we first moved in, there were
two women and one guy renting the house next door. All nice people,
great neighbors. Didn't really give them much thought.

A couple months in, the boyfriend of one of the tenants moved in. His
name was Ken. Ken's a 30ish hottie with a grin that makes me melt.
About 5'8" with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a fit muscular body.
Needless to say, I've had a crush him since the day he moved in.

Weeks passed and I took every opportunity to be working in the yard or
busy by the kitchen window for a chance to see him. Unfortunately, he
never wears shorts and always keeps his shirt on no matter how hot it
is. But I still thoroughly enjoyed every chance I had to see his
beautiful ass in those tight jeans and his back muscles ripple under
his tight t-shirts.

I first saw him without his shirt the day he changed his oil in the
driveway. While I pretended to do the dishes, he went under the car.
He'd moved around enough on the ground that his t-shirt was pulled up,
showing off the bottom of his abs and the cute little furry treasure
trail that went down into his low-rise jeans. It had me pretty hot and
bothered. I was fully erect, pretty much grinding myself into the
cabinet as I leaned over the sink to try and take in as much of the
display as I could.

When I saw he was coming out from under the car, I went back to
focusing on "the dishes" so he wouldn't catch me staring. I totally
lucked out because he went straight into his kitchen (which is across
the driveway from mine) and pulled off his shirt. At that point I
forgot to even pretend to be doing dishes. He stood at the sink and
washed his shirt, his body facing me. I could see his great pecs,
nipples, and the top of his abs.

I couldn't get enough of watching his shoulder, arms, and pecs flex as
he worked. My right hand went into my shorts and I started stroking
while I kept my left on the edge of the sink. Even his forearms looked
good as he wrung the shirt out.  Soon as he straightened out the wet
shirt, he looked right at me, grinned, and waved. I'm sure I looked
like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but I tried to look
casual as I raised my left hand and waved back as I slowly backed away
from the window.

I was in a bit of a panic. Could he tell I was jerking off while I
watching him? I just didn't know, so I went to the bathroom and
finished jerking off. Took a nice long shower, and tried to put it out
of my mind.

Luckily a few weeks passed and I didn't bump into him. Not sure I
could even have said "hi" without blushing. One night, after a fun BBQ
with friends, I came home close to midnight. I wasn't ready for bed
yet, so I fixed myself a drink, took off my shirt, threw on a pair of
running shorts, and sat in the backyard to look at the stars. I'd been
out there less than five minutes when I heard something rattle the
glass bottles in the recycling bin. I got up to check on it but didn't
see anyone in the driveway. So I walked down to the street to see if
anyone had run off, but didn't see anything. It was on my way back
that Ken stepped out from the shadows at the back of his house. I'm
pretty sure I stuttered some kind of greeting because he smiled and
walked towards me.

He was again wearing a tight t-shirt and low-rise jeans. I couldn't
help myself, I glanced down at his package, then back up quickly. I'm
pretty sure his grin got even bigger, but I wasn't sure if I was just
imagining it.

"What are you up to tonight?" he asked.

"Jjjust relaxing," I stammered back.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked as he took a sip of his beer.

"Ssure...shit, where'd I put my drink?" I managed to get out. I headed
into my back yard to rescue my drink. When I grabbed it from the table
next to the chair I'd been using, I turned to find Ken right behind
me. He seemed closer to me than I would have expected, but I figured
it was my wishful thinking on my part.

"Cheers," he said as he stepped even closer to tap his beer bottle
against my glass. Now he was close enough I could smell him. And damn
he smelled good. That mix of musk and sweat was starting to get me
excited. I tried thinking about other things, but it didn't help. I
was starting to tent my running shorts. Lined running shorts are cool
and comfy, but that lining doesn't do anything to hide a stiffie. I'm
about 6.5", cut, pretty thick and was clearly starting to show.

Ken must have noticed my predicament because he glanced down, then
grinned at me again. He put his beer bottle down, took off his shirt,
threw it over a chair, then picked up his beer again. His chest and
abs were perfectly sculpted, with a small patch of hair and that
beautiful treasure trail. I didn't know what to do. Do I make a move?
Will he freak out if I do?

While I was standing there like a deer trapped in headlights, he
closed the distance between us, reached out, and gently slapped my
semi-hard dick once. It bounced a little and I'm pretty sure I moaned.
Ken grinned again. Damn, I couldn't tell what, if anything, he meant
by it.

I was glad it was dark out, because I was now fully erect, and
blushing furiously. He was standing close enough now that I could feel
his breath on my face and neck. His chest was slowly rising and
falling with his breath, while my heart was racing. At this point I'm
pretty sure my dick wasn't even an inch away from him. I was frozen in
place.

He reached out and put his hand behind my neck. So I started to lean
in for a kiss, but he guided me lower. My tongue immediately darted
out, licking his chest. He tasted so good. I licked both pecs,
stopping to gently suck on each nipple. I could see he was glistening
in the moonlight, covered in my spit as I worked my way down over his
abs.

As I reached his treasure trail, I couldn't help myself, I reached
down to pull my dick out of the leg of my shorts. Ken's free hand
reached down and gently brushed my hand away. It left the head of my
dick just uncovered, but left me frustrated.

Ken's other hand, still on the back of my neck, guided me down to his
crotch. I could feel he was pretty hard through his jeans.  I started
sucking on him through the jeans. He took his hand off my neck,
unbuttoned his jeans, and pushed them down.

His hand immediately went back to my neck and pushed my face back into
his crotch. He was wearing boxer briefs and I set to work sucking him
off through the fabric. He was straining against the fabric, and when
I licked the head, I could taste the saltiness of his precum.

I carefully reached up and put my fingers inside the waistband of his
boxer briefs. He didn't take the hand off my neck or move his other
hand, so I slowly started pulling down. His dick slapped up against
his abs when I freed it. It was even bigger than I'd expected. At
least 8.5" and cut.

I could see more precum glistening on the head so I leaned in and
licked it off. It tasted even better without the fabric. Ken's hand on
my neck pulled me in again, but rather than going down on him right
away I decided to move left slightly and slip my tongue under his
balls, licking the taint. He moaned and spread his legs a little. I
buried my face in his pubes and reached my tongue as far as I could. I
could almost reach his hole.

After a few minutes licking his crotch and sucking on his balls, I
pulled back and started licking up from the base of his shaft. Just as
I reached the head he moved his hips slightly, pushing his dick
against my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the head and slowly
descended on him. I'm proud to say I didn't gag, but it took some work
getting it all the way down my throat. Once I had it all the way in, I
started sliding back to the head, then all the way down again.

His hand tightened on the back of my neck and he slowly, gently,
started thrusting into my mouth. Every so often a slight moan would
escape him. I swear once he got going, he grew even bigger. He started
thrusting harder and faster. It was driving me crazy, so I reached
down to start jerking, and his free hand again gently pulled my hand
away. And he didn't even lose momentum.

Suddenly he said, "I'm close, you want every drop?" I nodded and he
thrust even harder. I could feel him swell just as he started pumping
cum into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I almost choked as I
struggled to catch and swallow every last drop. When it finished, I
liked his dick clean. Sucking out every last drop.

I half expected he'd pull up his pants and walk away, but he didn't. I
looked up to see him still grinning down at me. He reached down to
finish pulling off his jeans and underwear, then he looked at my dick
poking out my shorts and said, "we need to do something about that."

To be continued