Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2021 14:31:25 +0000
From: Philip Christensen <philip.christensen@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Getting to Know My New Neighbour - Adult Friends

It was a shitty day. All day at work customers were being arseholes and
now as soon as I got off the train the heavens opened and of course I
didn't have an umbrella with me. The day could only get better... or so I
thought. I got to my house soaking wet and reached for the keys in my
pocket. Shit! I'd left them at work. I couldn't believe I was so
stupid. Of course, I'd locked them in my drawer as usual and was about
to take them out but my boss wanted a word before I left and I forgot. My
wife had taken the girls to ballet so she wasn't going to get home any
time soon. I'd have to go back into the office, wet as I was, and get my
keys. "Fuck!" I didn't exactly shout but it was loud enough for my
neighbour, one half of that gay couple who had moved in a few weeks ago,
to hear. "Bad day?" he asked and I explained what happened.

"Do you want to come in for a cup of tea while you wait for your wife to
come back?" he offered. I didn't really know them very well but it was
definitely a nicer proposition than going back to the office so I
gratefully accepted. Inside he looked at me literally dripping on his
floor and said: "Look I don't know how you feel about this but just so
you know, you'd be more than welcome to put your clothes in our dryer. I
can give you something dry to put on in the meantime. You're about
Patrick's size I reckon. I wasn't sure about this but he was right, I
did want to get out of these clothes. He showed me to their utility room
(same place as ours) and left me standing. I wasn't sure what to do but
I thought I might as well make a start and took off my shirt. The hairs
on my chest and belly were all wet. Martin came back with a towel, a
t-shirt and some tracksuit bottoms. I took off my trousers and again: all
my leg hair was clinging to the skin. Martin picked up my shirt and
trousers and put them in the dryer. He looked at my underwear and socks
which were also wet (I'd left a trail of wet footprints all the way from
the door where I'd taken off my trainers) and said: "I think they
probably could do with drying as well. Could you just put them in the
dryer? I'll wait outside and come back to turn it on when you're
decent." That last bit was said with a smile. I did as I was told, dried
myself thoroughly and put on the dry clothes. There was something
slightly weird about wearing another guy's trackie bottoms on my naked
skin but it would have been even weirder to be wearing his underpants I
guess.

We went back into the living room where Martin again offered me a cup of
tea. "Or something stronger if you prefer after the day you've had."
He was right, a whiskey was an even better idea. He brought in the drinks
and we started chatting about the upcoming village fete. He was very easy
to talk to and I kept wondering who he reminded me off. Mid-thirties
probably, slim, dark brown thinning hair though there was a reddish sheen
in his stubble. And oh, crap, he had just asked me question while I was
lost in thought. "Sorry, what?" He repeated: "Have you ever done it
with a guy?" Crikey! Those gay guys weren't backward in coming forward!
"O..once" I stuttered, "at university. My flatmate and I got home
drunk from clubbing. It was just a bit of fooling around though." He
laughed: "I bet, if you were both drunk and presumably tired. Was the
cake even edible?" Oh my god! He'd asked about the bake off competition
at the fete that we'd been drawn to do together, and which was usually
mixed male/female pairs. Me and my dirty mind! I made something up about
eating half of the cake and then throwing it away.

But the memory was in my head now, and I knew why: that's who Martin
reminded me of -- Pete, my old flatmate. The conversation came to a bit
of a lull. My balls were itching but I didn't know if it was impolite to
scratch them. At that point Martin seemed to feel the same but seeing as
it was his house didn't seem to be as inhibited. He reached into his
pants, rummaged around and to top it off absent-mindedly smelled his
fingers. That was my signal to do the same, though I kept my hand outside
the pants. I hadn't thought of Pete in years but now that I'd got onto
that subject, I was thinking back to that night again. It had really had
been just a drunken quick fumble at the time, we both had the horn and
instead of wanking alone in our own bedrooms we just did it together.
No-one ever mentioned it again.

Suddenly I became very conscious that I was wearing another man's pants
without underwear and that that guy -- Patrick -- may have gone commando
himself on occasion. Obviously they would have been washed but there was
still an uncomfortable (yet strangely thrilling) sense that his cock had
been where mine was now. Mine, that to my horror now started to stir.
`Think unsexy thoughts! Think unsexy thoughts!' I thought to myself but
as always that had the opposite effect. Without any restricting underwear
it would soon become noticeable. We started to talk again, this time
about bin collections. `Good!' I thought, safe terrain. Not safe enough
for my cock that hadn't seen any action for a few days though. My wife
and I rarely have sex these days but I masturbate once or twice a day
normally. For the last few days that hadn't been the case for one reason
or another so now I had to try to concentrate hard on bin collections to
avoid embarrassment. My cock was having none of it though and was
gettting harder and harder. The tent in my pants was now impossible to
ignore and Martin didn't. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone so
excited about bin collections!" He laughed. Humour! Good! I laughed
awkwardly as well. "Sorry, I don't know what's going on." He put me
at easy by saying: "Well, we've all been there." He reached inside his
pants again. This time I was sure it wasn't to scratch his balls. He was
getting hard as well and had to adjust himself. The whiskey was warming
me. "So do you have a way of making it go away?" I asked. He grinned:
"I do but I'm not sure it's your kind of thing." I blushed: "Sorry,
I didn't mean it like that." And just at that moment the memory from
years ago resurfaced and I wondered what might have happened if we'd
continued. It wasn't just my dick that was excited, I was getting a bit
horny too. At least now it was out in the open I didn't have to
desperately try to hide my hard-on.

I opened up to him and said that I had been thinking of the one time I
had some kind of sex with a man. I mean, it was over as soon as it began
and so was my story. Nevertheless: "Well, well" he said, "Mr Straight
next door. I never knew". I was curious now and started touching my cock
in those pants. I tried to act casual: "Yes, I've often wondered what
might have been." Not true at all but hey, he took the bait. "I could
show you if you like...". My cock practically screamed: "YES! Please
show me!" but I kept my cool and said: "Well, it would answer that
question." Martin looked at me: "So are you serious?" I gulped and
said: "Yeah, OK." He said: "Well our houses are the same, so you know
where the bedroom is." By now I didn't need to be told twice. I walked
up to the bedroom and waited for him to follow.

Martin reached into a drawer and pulled out a small bottle with one of
those child proof caps. One thing I knew was that I wasn't going to
swallow some drug that could have been anything. Martin asked:
"Poppers?" When I asked what they were he explained that they would
relax me more. I still wasn't keen but then he said you don't swallow
them, just sniff, and he demonstrated it. I copied him and nothing
happened for a couple of seconds. Then all at once my whole body felt
warm and somehow I was super-horny. All I wanted was to have sex, and
there was only one other person in the room. He looked at me with lusty
eyes and I realised I must have looked the same. He took of his t-shirt.
I somehow always imagined that gay guys shave their body hair but he was
hairy all over just like me. I took off my t-shirt and while I was at it,
dropped those tracksuit bottoms. My hard cock jumped out. He followed
suit and we were both naked "Let's take our time." he said and asked
me to lie down on the bed. "Have you ever been rimmed?" I needed him to
explain again and wasn't sure if I'd heard correctly. Do people really
lick each other's arses? "I thought so." he continued, "women tend to
be reluctant about that." He asked me to turn around, which I did and I
could feel a hand on each arse cheek. "Mmmm... see this is what a man
smells like!" Martin said and took a deep breath. Next thing I knew he
really was licking my crack and making his way to my hole. This was
actually quite pleasant. "Have some more poppers" he said and as I did
he found my hole with his tongue. I had never experienced anything like
it. To think I might have died never having had this really intimate, yet
ultra-horny sensation that I wanted to tell the straight world about!
More! More! More! my body screamed.

But I didn't want to hog all the pleasure and part of me wanted to know
how it would feel the other way round. "Can I try?" I said meekly.
Martin's grin was wider than I'd ever seen. "Of course." We swapped
places. Again, I was surprised at how hairy he was. There was some hair
on his back and thick fur-like hair on his arse cheeks. I did what he had
done to me and pulled his cheeks apart. The scent that I got was like
nothing I'd ever smelt: Musty, slightly sweaty, almost sweet. It had a
similar effect to the poppers earlier: it made me extra horny and if
it's possible my dick got even stiffer. I did everything exactly like
him, started at the base of his crack and worked my way up to his hole.
What can I say, it tasted better than any meal I'd ever eaten. I could
have done this forever, just trying to get my tongue in that little bit
deeper. Judging by his moans I must have been doing something right. We
did this for a few minutes and then he asked if he could kiss me. It
hadn't even occurred to me that we hadn't done that yet. Strange as it
sounds I wanted to taste my own arse after his so I agreed. He was a very
good kisser. I'd only ever kissed women before so his stubble was
unexpected but it was kind of nice.

Then he dropped the big question:"It's totally up to you but would you
like me to fuck you?" I wasn't sure but I was never going to do this
again so I thought `in for a penny, in for a pound'. He told me it
would hurt the first time but I'd been brought up as a very traditional
straight man so I was sure I could take a bit of pain. He went back to
rimming me again which now really made me want to take his cock. Finally
he got out some lube from that drawer and started to work it up my hole
and on his rather big cock. He told me to take another sniff from the
poppers bottle. Even though he'd warned me, nothing prepared me for the
pain that felt like I was being penetrated by a sharp knife, not flesh.
And yet... after a few seconds I relaxed and it felt fantastic to have him
inside me. As he started to move, I was in heaven. He asked me how it
felt but all I could do was give out lusty mumbles of pleasure. This was
what I missed that night! I wondered if Pete ever got to experience it.
If we ever met again I would need to tell him what we'd missed all those
years ago.

Martin was still huffing and puffing, going in and out like a well-oiled
piston. If the world had ended then and there I would have died the
happiest person on the planet. I could have just done this forever, his
cock felt so incredibly good inside me. But one thing that I do recognise
is when someone is about to come and I could tell he wasn't far off. My
cock had gone soft with the initial pain but was now rock-hard again. I
started to wank myself off furiously. He told me that it would be better
if he came first so I made sure to delay my orgasm. Finally he shot his
load into me. I assumed it was now my turn so my hand started to work my
cock again but he pushed it away gently and replaced it with his mouth.
My wife has never been great at this but I never realised just how great
a blowjob can feel until Martin showed me. I didn't want to cum but this
was so nice that in no time I spilled my load in his mouth. To his credit
he swallowed every last drop.

"Can I kiss you again?" I asked shyly. "What do you think?" he said
and winked at me. It was the most passionate kiss I'd had in some time.
"Your clothes will be dry now" Martin said and brought us back to the
real world. Shit! I'd always been faithful to my wife in 23 years of
marriage. Now I hadn't just cheated on her but cheated on her with a
man! I assumed at least the secret would be safe as he wouldn't want
Patrick to find out either. No such luck. "Patrick and I have an open
relationship." he said, "but don't worry, I won't tell him about
this. I mean we do live next door to each other and it might still be
awkward." We walked down to the utility room. I stayed stark naked
because what was the point of putting those clothes back on? He gave me
my clothes and said: "Look, you're really hot and I would love to do
this again but I understand if your curiosity has been satisfied." I
attempted a joke: "It's not just my curiosity that has been
satisfied." He looked at me quizzically. "Yes", I said, "I would also
like to do this again. Who knew licking someone's hairy arse could feel
so good?".

I saw that my wife's car was in our drive now so I made my way over
there. I had a feeling this was only the beginning of something.