Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2018 10:40:02 -0400
From: ozorli65@aol.com
Subject: Neighbor Behind Me (the KnockOut (5)

This is a supplement story to the 'Neighbor Behind' story. I have gotten
such reponse on this guys story. So o have decided to write another tale on
this hot man

Jerome and his wife are always fighting. I hear it almost every day. I am
always concerned they will come to blows, if they haven't already. This is
a hot fantasy of what might happen if they did. And my rewards for it.

Again this is only fiction and I cannot assume this man would engage in a
gay sexual encounter. I could only wish.

Enjoy.
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Neighbor Behind Me (the KnockOut (5)
...A Thank You....

...... It had been a couple of days since the incident at my neighbor's
house. Since the shouts and crashes. Since finding the big burly Jerome
laid out by his wife on the living room floor.

A night I had rushed over after the yelling had stopped. His wife driving
off into the night. Leaving Jerome for dead, I imagined.

Then me finding him there on the floor, under the entertainment center. Had
I not found him would he still be here. Probably. But had I not ventured
over there to see what had happened. I would have not found him there
helpless and unconscious. There in his boxers. There in all his
magnificence.

"Hmmm" I sighed at the memory

The lingering memory of taking advantage of a man would had been knocked
out silly by his wife and their last argument. To see his body, his legs
and that dick. 'Ohh that dick' I thought. That big thick bull dick he had.

"Hmmm" I sighed again

That taste. And all that sweet cum. So delicious it was the memory that I
had felt my dick get hard each time I thought about it. About him.

It was bad what I did. Taking advantage of him like that. But how could I
resist it. How could anyone.

"It's okay" I said to myself

"I won't ever have another chance at him"

"Fucking hot stud" I said again

But that night I was pondering about the hunk was the night he came over to
my place. There was a knock on the door. I was actually laying in bed,
watchinga little TV before bed. I want sure I heard it until the second
knock. Harder than the first.

I looked at the clock to see it was almost 10:30. I was puzzled at who the
hell was at my door so late. But I got up nonetheless. I grabbed a robe as
I was just in my underwear. Throwing it on as I headed to the door.

"Coming!" I called out.

But as I walked towards the front door, I realized the knock was coming
from the back door. That was more than puzzling. And a bit concerning as
the only way to the back door was through the yard.

I flicked on the back light over the door and looked through the glass on
the door. My eyes widened as I saw who it was. It was my neighbor
Jerome. The man I had just helped (er taken advantage of) the other
night. He smiled as he saw me look through the window.

The hunk was unshaven and looked desheveled.  But this made him seem hotter
than before. More facial hair suited him.

"Hey there neighbor" I said nervously

"How are you?"

The hit man smiled at me as he stood there. He was wearing baseball pants.
You know, those once baseball players wear on the field.  But these were so
snug to his lower body. I could actually see the bulge of his dick in
them. My eyes only looked down for the briefest moment. And I hoped he
didn't see me looking there.

"Better. Thanks to you" he said back

"Huh?" I first pondered

"Ohh. Yeah. Hey it's nothing man"

I wanted him to leave now, as I could feel my loins start to tingle as this
hit man stood there at my door. But then he seemed to want to prolong my
growing torture of having him so close.

"Got a few minutes?"  He then asked

"Err. Was gonna hit the hay" I started to say

"But yeah. Sure"

"Come on in"

"Thanks man"

I let the guy in. Thats when the smell of alcohol hit me. He had apparently
been drinking. So then I was unsure whether to let this guy into my
house. Especially after all that yelling, fighting and such from his place.

That is until the other day after the incident. It had been quiet there
since then. And for that matter, I hadn't seen his wife or kids. But then
again I wasn't trying to look.

"I wanted to thank you for calling the cops and such" he started

"My wife...err. "

He paused as he said that.

"Anyways." He continued

"They said you found me and called them"

"And stayed til they got there"

"Um. YEah" I replied

"Just trying to be a good neighbor is all"

He smiled more. Then his hand went down to his crotch. Then I watched as he
blatantly stroked his covered cock in those pants. I tried desperately not
to look. But desire kept pulling my eyes down.

The tube that was his huge dick began to grow and stretch at the material
of those pants. Then he continued to talk.

"Well it was great of you to" he said again

"Well I don't know what happened" i interjected

"All I know is there was alot of yelling"

I was trying to say more but was cut off by him.

"Well my wfe" he started to say

"She is gone "

"She is done with me"

I gasped as I felt his next words were 'divorce' but he seemed good with
the whole thing happening.

"But that's okay" he continued

"She was a bitch"

"And she hated you" he added

"Me?" I questioned

He looked at me as his hand continued to move over his dick.

"Yeah" he added

"Said you were a queer"

"Was afraid you would molest our kids"

I was apalled at the comment. But then looked at his crotch and remembered
I molested him. I was still pissed she thought that of me.

"I..!" I began to say

"But I said, no way to her" he interrupted.

"Always said you were a nice guy"

"And even if you was gay."

"You wouldn't be interesting in no girls"

"Right?"

His hand gripped at his dick again. Now squeezing at the big log that was
now moving down his leg. I gulped more saliva down. Trying to keeps my eyes
in his face. But having trouble doing so.

"Anyways" he said

"I was kinda trying to think something through though"

I caught his eyes glaring at mine. They were striking actually.  A soft
brown in color. But he was looking at me as if he was searching for
something. Then he continued his thoughts.

"When I was out" he continued

"I had this weird dream"

"I wasn't even sure it was one"

"But...."

He paused and glared at my eyes again. I was wondering where he was leading
to with his rant. I then found my eyes falling from his face again. For I
saw his arm move more. So my eyes fell back down to his big crotch
again. His cock seemed bigger now. And he was blatantly stroking his
dick. I again swallowed hard. Was he getting a hard on. It appeared so. And
how I remembered how big that fucker got.

"But I swear that my wife was giving me a blow" he added

"But it was better somehow"

"But how could she"

"The bitch had laid me out"

I then realized he was confessing about the blow job i had given him. But
why was he telling me this. Had he suspected something. I started to get
nervous. Was he here to kick my ass or something.

"What.." I started to say

But he cut me off. Wanting to make sure I was hearing him.

"But. Again I figured just my imagination" he stated

Then he slid down the length of his dick again. A slow methodical motion to
show his length. And that log was really pressing against the material of
the pants now. And he was hard. So hard I could almost make out the veins
on his massive dick against the material of the pants. I felt my dick stir
now. And that was a bad thing. My lust for him returned.

"Then after all the shit that happened" he the said

"And I lay there in the hospital"

"They wanted to check me out"

"You know. Concusion and all"

Then he licked his lips as he stared at me again. His eyebrow cockinbg up
in some gesture. And his mouth then curling to a sly smirk. He looked
freaking hot doing that. Sexy face and hand on huge bulge.

"That's when I saw the crusty stuff on my inner thighs" he then said

"I'm laying there in my underwear in the hospital"

"And I notice what is dried cum"

"Obvious dried cum"

"Right here"

His finger pointing to right next to his log in his pants. I was starting
to feel lightheaded. My head sswirling with his words. The memory and what
may be happening at the moment. I had to lick my lips again.

"I had cum on my legs" he continued

"So something did happen"

"And it wasn't my bitch wife"

"And the only person that was with me other than paramedics..."

He paused as he said his next words. Looking at me intently. Eyes glued to
my face. His glare burning into my skull like a hot poker.

"Was you". He finally said

"And unless the parimedic gave me a blow on the way to the hospital"

"No one else could have"



Then there was another pause. A silence like I had never experienced. This
gorgeous man that was my neighbor. Beefy hunky man of men.he was standing
there holding his straining crotch. His massive tube of a cock pushing to
burst through his pants. Looking at me like he was.

This hunk was determining that I had given him a blow job after the
incident with his wife. He knew. He knew.

"Nooo.." I tried to say

But my lust was all consuming now. I was staring at him as he was tempting
me with his dick. Stroking it there before my eyes.

"Yeah. You did faggot" he then said

"You took advantage of me and sucked my cock"

"Fucking gay mother fucker sexually assaulted an unconscious man.

He then moved towards me. His hand left his crotch. But I watched at the
log shifted in them. It throbbed wickedly against those pants. I swear
anymore and it would pierce the material of them and pop through.

"And I can see you still want it" he added

"So come here and suck me off again faggot"

Jerome grabbed me and pushed me to tmy knee. I was now staring at the giant
log just inches from my face. I swallowed hard a gob of saliva. The smell
of his alcohol hitting me again.

"Go on mother fucker" henow commanded...............

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To be continued