Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2024 19:53:14 +0000
From: CraigsMyth <1craigs.mith@proton.me>
Subject: Pervy Neighbor 6

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Pervy Neighbor 6


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My night dreams disappear into the morning light. My eyes are closed and
I was sleeping, but now, not. I awake wishing my phone would stop
buzzing. It doesn't. I reach for it. I forgot to charge it last night, so
I don't have much juice, but I have forty seven messages from Tara.

I guess I deserved them all. I should have never declared, "I want to
talk." Those were the words of death of a relationship. And still, Tara
only loves me because I'm a stud, a piece of meat. She never asks to hang
out with me and chill. It is always does Netflix and chill. Sure, she's
fine. Big breasts, even teeth, tight pussy and she loves it when I eat
her out. But we never just sit around and hang. I don't think she loves
me. I think she loves the shape of my bod and my hefty cock.

I man up. I text, "Meet me at Hungry Joes. Noon." I set the phone off to
the side and take a moment. The sun is shining in. I am horny. I am not
sure why boys start waking up that way and it just continues. Sometimes I
push the horn to the side and do a regular day and other days I daydream,
fantasize about things that won't really ever happen. Today I scoot out
of the covers and listen to the birds sing as I grab my boy.

He's a big boy.

He's got his shroud of skin that slides down my head. I bob it. My hand
is wrapped around in a loose tight grip. My mind wanders to my night with
Beau. I fooled around a little with somoe childhood friends, I played
Doctor with the girls and played "Feel this" with the boys, but nothing
like sucking down a big sausage, working the foreskin, the head, fondling
the balls and engaging in hard oral sex.

The flap of my yurt, opens letting sunlight stream in blinding me. I am
tempted to cover my sex, but it's hard, it's out and the intruder get's
to see what he sees. I think I know who it is.

"Ah." Larry's voice announces. I stroke it in response to his intrusion.

"I'm busy." I say, hovering between annoyance and erotic joy.

"I will wait. It looks like you are less than a minute from erupting." My
eyes make the sunshine dim and I make out his smile. I want to argue, I
really do. But he's right. I can't let go. I stroke. Up. I'm too close.
Down. I feel his eyes watching me. Up. I see him smile. Down. I squirm a
bit. Up. Close, so very close. Down and hold.

I feel the burst of joy bubble from my balls and then the first spasm
rocks my soul. I should feel embarrassed about jizzing in front of Larry,
but I am too busy jizzing in front of Larry. The second burst get's juice
on my chin and the last of the orgasm eventually spasms out. I have a
mess to clean.

I take a couple of breaths and notice Larry's smile has held through my
orgasm. He tosses me a towel and begin opperation tidy up.

"I have to go out of town for a night. It will only be a couple of days."
Larry starts to pepper me with info as I wipe my now very tender member.
He keeps going, "The keys to the house are inside on the kitchen table
with emergency numbers if anything goes sideways. You can look after the
yard for a couple of days? I shouldn't be long. A friend is in a bit of a
bind and I'm off to see if I can help. Sometimes these things can get
prickily. Anyway, have a good time and I'll see you when I get back. I
made coffee. You work tonight."

Just as a whirlwind comes in unannounced and makes a huge mess, he
disappears leaving peace and quiet in his wake. I lay my naked ass back
on the bed and am tempted to just close my eyes and fall back asleep. My
hand finds it's way back to my phone. The empty battery sign warns and I
pull myself up and out of bed. I walk to the main house. I hear Larry's
car fire up and hear him pull out onto the road way. I plug in my phone
and hit the outdoor shower after grabbing a cup of joe. My dick still
hurt. I am too rough on me sometimes.

I meet Tara at noon, just like I said I would. The restaraunt isn't very
good, the food is always overcooked, greasy and bad. Hungry Joes, go
there hungry, leave hungry, if you are lucky. I read her text messages.
At first she sounded angry, then worried, then sad. She started almost
pleading, then she waffled back to angry. This lunch isn't going to be
fun. Her car pulls into the spot beside my little blue junker. She opens
the door and storms in. I am sitting by the window watching her come and
smile when I see her. It's a false smile.

"Good to see you Tara. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so melodramatic
when I texted you last night." I say playing it slow and soft, as if
there's nothing for her to worry about.

"I am sorry I over texted you. I was worried you were done with me." Tara
touches my shoulder as she leans over and gives me a kiss on my cheek.
She knows I like that.

"I have to work after lunch, so we can't dawdle." I say. I dont' want to
do do this. I want it over. We order and wait for the food.

"I want to talk about meat." I venture.

"What? You aren't alergic to anything? Are you?" Her eyebrows furl in
confusion.

"My meat." I reply.

She looks around and lowers her voice, "What? I love your meat. We are
talking about that here and now?"

"My love stick." I dead pan her.

"I love your love stick."

"What's my favorite color?"

"What? I don't know. How does that have anything to do with your meat?
It's mostly a lovely flesh color when it's hard."

"Pink. My favorite color is pink. You never asked me. Your favorite color
is burgundy."

"I don't understand."

"You treat me like a giant vibrator. You only care about me when you want
bone. You haven't called me to see  how I was doing, especially with all
my family troubles."

"I text you all the time."

"So I think we shouldn't break up."

"I knew you were going to say that."

"It's writing on the wall"

"What does that even mean? Look. We were a power couple at prom, we  have
some inner circles and with your looks and my--"

"Fuck Tara." I stop her, "Think of it this way, there are two open roads
now. Before they were going in a direction that might not have been
good."

"Really?"

"Tara. Accept it. I want to try something different. Someone different,
even if I don't know who that is."

"Come on. I love you, and we can work it out."

"How about this?" I plunk it down. I'm done beating the bushes around,
"We don't need to break up, but we can take a break. Yeah, not break up,
but just take a break from being together?"

Her tone stopped being calm, "There's a difference?"

"So I can see other people, maybe find some friends that I can be with
that won't be cheating on you."

"We can still hang out?" She asks. She's not crying and barely upset.

"You mean fuck?" I spit the question out and our food appears. We eat
mostly in silence. My mind is set. Tara was pretty, but didn't really
give a good shit about me. That's not the kind of person I want to spend
time with. The more she talks, the more I realize I am making the right
decision. She is still hot, though, and she puts out.

The bill comes and I pay. I say, "Yeah, we can still hang when I am free
or want to. But I'm not going to fuck on command." She pouts in response.

I say it went well.

I drive the short drive to work. I feel lighter. I have Larry's outside
man cave to myself, with no interuptions, no girlfriend to fuck and I
could do whatever the fuck I wanted. I think about it. Freedom can be
scary.

I have no idea what I want.

Work loomed and I can decide afterward. Besides, I think Beau is working
tonight too.

I park. I work. Nothing springs to mind, so I will worry about the future
after I am done with the "Now." There is no Beau, but plenty of groceries
and general stocking of shelves, packing groceries and assisting elderly
people to their cars. The time ticked down and I had no idea what to do
with my new found freedom. I should ask some people over, I should have a
party, I should be social, but the time ticks and my shift ends. The only
thing I can think of is go home and go swimming.

I climb into my little blue car and fire it up. It takes a few minutes to
get home. I park in my old house and grab my bike and pedal to the
private court yard and the white yurt I sleep in. I step into the private
yard and feel the world dissipate. I don't have to worry about Tara and
all the pressures of dating. The small pool beckons.

I peel off my clothes and swim. The water caresses my naked skin and my
lungs find air between strokes. I swim until I'm tired. I keep going. I
pass tired and get to the point where I just can't keep going. I bump the
back wall and the water flow stops. I find my legs and stand up breathing
hard. I haul my naked ass over the side and lay on the grass catching my
breath.

I grab my phone. My eyes open and my heart jumps a beat. Probably an
exaggeration. It is Larry. Four missed calls. I am about to hit redial
when Larry calls me. I swipe green.

"Yo. Sorry. I was swimming." I skip the hello.

"Hey Andre! I am so relieved to hear your voice." Larry sounds stressed.

"What's up?"

"I am having an emergency. My manager is MIA and I have some big clients
booked. The back up has bailed too. I need you to fill in."

"Sorry? Fill in for what? What do I got to do?"

"Right, right. I will bring you up to speed. The bath house. It
practically runs itself, but I have a manager. He must be on a bender or
something. Anyway, all you got to do keep the towels stocked, make sure
that nothing happens. It's just for tonight, I think. You can help me
out? I hope you I'm not interrupting a love fest or anything."

I towel off, "No. No. Nothing like that. I just got out of the pool. I
got nothing going on tonight. Of course I can help. Where do I go? What
about keys to the place?"

"Keys are in the safe. The safe is under the TV in the livingroom. Combo
is 17 50 33. The address is 74 Philmont street. Don't knock on the house
door, open the garage door. Wear your nicest clothes and if anything
happens you can't handle, call me. Don't let them touch your bum unless
you want it. I have to go. G'luck."

"Okay. I got it." I reply and hung up. It takes me a bit to monkey the
safe open. There is a set of keys at the front. Larry has a boat load of
cash in the little safe and some heavy gold coins. I look at them, and
pull the wad of cash out. Larry isn't hurting for money. I am about to
close the safe when I spot an peculiar bit. I pull out a garage door
opener. That's odd. Larry doesn't have a garage.  I could pry at him
later, but tonight he wanted me to manage his bath house.

Key in hand I fire up the little blue car and drive to town. It takes
some time, but finally get to the address. I park a little ways down the
street. A bath house probably requires discretion, so I play it safe. I
walk past the house and walk to the garage  man door. I unlock the door
and am about to go in.

My phone buzzes. I get a text from Larry, "Almost forgot. Burglar code is
5673"

That was close.

I open the door and punch the code in the beeping box. I find the lights.
The room lights up dimly. The room has chlorine smell to it, like at the
public pool. The place happens behind a laundromat bench. It's a small
barrier, but it works. The room is dark. I punch the lights. The room is
divided down the middle with a stone walkway. There is a pink side and a
blue side. A bench with a stool behind it sits awkwardly at the the
front.  Behind the bench there is a set of  cupboards.


At the end of the stone walkway is a group of shower heads and tiled
floor with drains. Everything is out in the open. Two life size marble
statues dominate their respective sides. On the light pink side  a naked
man, his hips thrusts out and his member working at achieving full mast.
He's full out huge. He holds a towel in his extended hand that droops to
the floor.


 On the blue side of the room a naked goddess stands over a pool, on her
shoulder a pot of some sort spits a stream of water out. Her sex is open
for business as she has a finger poking at her nipple.

After the room esthetics almost overwhelm me, I realize I am the boss of
the place and should be doing something. What, I don't know. My panic
calms down and I realize I should just reach out and ask. Larry said I
could. My fingers grip my phone when the door chimes as it opens. A big
breasted woman dressed in a tight low cut shirt walks in. She looks at me
from under her big fake eye lashes like I am a meal. She says, "Hello."

"Hi." I manage.

"Ronny is off today, I take it." She says and holds her phone over little
laptop that sits open on the counter. A green light dings and she nods
her head. She walks past the counter and stands in front of the
cupboards. She opens one and pulls her shoes off. She takes off her
blouse and folds it neatly and places it on her shoes and follows it with
her bra. Her ample breasts sway as she looks at me and smiles. I look
away and find my stool, or what I presume to be my stool. My phone rings.

"Hey Larry. I'm here."

"Andre, you are a life saver. You can sit on the stool at the front for
most of the shift. We shut down at 3 AM, so you are going to be tired
tomorrow. Oh yeah, the sex. Some of the people there work for me and
everyone knows what to do. I don't expect problems. There is going to be
lots of sex. I hope you can stomach it."

I look over at the busty woman who is pulling down her panties. Her body
language showed no shame. I say into the phone, "I'll be okay."

"Green is good. Anyone who scans green has the run of the house. Red, you
need to ask them to leave. If anyone causes you grief, call me, I am
camping by the phone. Also, if you want to join in the activities, you
are good to go, but if anyone touches you and you don't want it, call me.
Got it?"

I hang up. The door sounds and opens and a two older men, about fifty
scan in. Green. Green. I sit on the front stool. The door chimes again
and two boys show up. They are teenagers. They look at me and scan. The
green light flashes twice. Three young girls enter. Three more flashes of
green.

The older men are already naked and are headed to the showers. They touch
each others in a playful way. Everyone seems to know everyone else. They
are chattering and taking off clothes. Watching their shiny bodies in the
shower makes me feel odd. I wonder if that's what Larry feels like when
he watches me shower. The girls rub their bodies on each other.

The older men smile as they put their hands on the younger girls. The
boys that look like teenagers segregate them under the statue of the man.
The others linger in the showers and eventually make their way over to
the pool under the woman foutain. She pours water on them as they
submerge into the pool.

I sit at the stool on the front. They can see me watching and ignore me,
except for the boys who smile and wave. I adjust my boner. It's is like
watching the pornography on the net, but it's real people and in three
dimensions. The older men sit in the pool and the passel of girls dote on
them. The younger girls encourage the wandering hands of the older men.
One of the girls stand in front of one of the men and he begins to eat
her out. The other one sits on the side of the hot tub and two girls
start kissing his pecker.

I watch as the whole thing devolves into two of the girls climbing onto
the men's cocks and ride them like cowgirls. They are all smiling and
laughing and enjoying sex and booze.

The heat of the room is making me sweat. I was dressed for room
temperature. I pull off my shirt, glance back at the entwined naked limbs
in the full throws of passion. I am the only dressed one there, so a
little underwear and a boner underneath shouldn't be too much of a
problem. I slip off my pants and straighten out my boner so he points
straight up into my waist band. I go back to where the busty woman got
the drinks. I find a clean glass and pour myself whatever is in the
decanter.

I find the music stereo. It's hooked to some TV's with a list of
instructions to turn on music. It's old music for old guys, but it's
better than listening to the moaning of the orgy which has amped up.

The orgy under the fountain woman lasts for a half hour or so, the girls
make noises which I think are fake. The moaning finally abates. The older
men shower the sex off, find towels and their clothes. I am still in my
underwear as I smile at them and offer them a good evening as they exit.

The girls stay in the tub, or by the tub dipping their toes in the water
and as soon as the older gents clear the room they make their way to the
showers. The three grils and the older busty lady are in a rush as they
dress and are gone in minutes.

I check the time. There's lots of time left, so I pull out my phone and
start a game. The boys aren't in a hurry to go and they are lounging by
the pool naked and relaxed. Door chime. A really tall thin kid walks in
the door. I smile. He looks unsure about what he's doing.

There is no mistaking his behavior, it's his first time. "Come in. Scan."
I invite him.

He looks at me confused, "What?"

"You have a code in your phone, you need to scan in." I say. The tall
thin boy doesn't look like he exercises much and has fine blonde hair
with pale blue eyes. The boys that are already here are now running
around with squirt guns having some kind of water war. The tall boy
hesitates. I stood in my blue striped underwear wondering what to do.

"I've never been here before." He admits.

"Yeah. It's my first time here too. I'm just covering. If you want, you
can scan and come in, or you can go home. I have no idea about anything
after that."

"Fuck it." He scans, "You only live once." The green light glows. His
eyes are now lit up.

He looks at me and asks, "Now what?"

"I dunno." I shrug, "I just work here. It's a bath house, so go have a
bath." The tall boy is nervous again and looks at the door. He's
obviously thinking about booking it. I feel for the kid and am waffling
between boredome, horniness and fear myself. I'd never been in a bath
house before either and admired the kid's "Fuck-it" attitude.

"Here." I grab his hand and surprisingly he doesn't pull away. I lead him
to the cupboards and find an empty one. "Take off your clothes, as much
as you want." I say.  He's got his shirt off and is working on his pants.
His chest is smooth and almost concave. I suddenly felt buff compared to
him.

His hands lingered in the elastic of his underwear. His face flush. I am
nearly ready to roll my eyes at his hesitancy. I grow bold and drop my
underwear to the floor. His eyes grow to saucers as he stares at my sex.
I give it a couple tugs and then shake it. He closes his mouth.

"C'mon. You only live once." I say and reach out to his underwear and tug
it down. He doesn't stop me as I release his member. He's circumcised, a
pretty good size, but not nearly as big as me. He doesn't trim his pubes.
He's horned up. His underwear pools by his feet and my hand feels his
sex. He's hot to my touch and it twitches.

He turns to the showers. Just as the water turns on the door chimes. I
should go see who it is and see them scan in.

I turn and walk to the door. I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist.
My boy wants to poke out the towel, but I fold him up and find the door.
I see the red light flash.

Fuck.

"Hey." I call out. "You can't come in." I round the corner and see a tall
big dude. He looks like a  hockey player.

"Yeah, sure I can. There was just a problem with billing." His greasy
smile chills my blood. I get a little closer and his body odor assaults
my nose.

I think fast as I now have a situation, "Yeah. Sure. No problem. Just
give me a sec while I grab my phone and get it ironed out." I fish my
phone from behind the counter where I lost my pants. The guy is shifty
and looks like he's going to just enter with or without a green light, My
mind races as I dial Larry. He answers first ring.

"Yeah, I got a guy who has some billing issues." I skip saying hello and
dive right in, "What's your log in?" I look at the hockey player.

"Domingo Sixty Nine." He says.

I Parrot into the phone, "Domingo Sixty Nine."

"Are there any girls there? Did Marley leave?" Larry's voice sounds
worried.

"No. Just a couple of younger dudes."

"Okay, Andre. Listen carefully and do exactly what I tell you. Tell
Domingo sixty nine he can go in, but ask him nicely to leave his gun with
you. Push the button under the counter, it's mounted upside down just
under the laptop. Don't let him see you push the button. Tell me how it
goes."

"Domingo Sixty Nine," I say casually, "You are good to go. The billing
will get sorted out after I'm done, so don't worry about it." I quickly
reach under the counter making my movement natural and press the button.
I pause a little and let him start toward.

I stop him with a few words, "Hey. If you could just leave your piece
with me, I'll keep it safe. You can use the pistol in between your legs."
I make a finger pistol and wink at him like I'm interested in him. He
makes a face of indecision and reaches behind his back. He pulls the gun
out and points it at me like he's going to pull the trigger.

I pretend that's normal and hold my hand out and then shift my weight
acting bored. My towel decides to loosen off to what should have been
castrophe and drops off the floor leaving me starkers in front of Domingo
Sixty Nine.

I pretend that's normal too, "C'mon man, I was just about to get some of
the boys to give me a little love. You can join too, if you are into that
sort of thing."

Domingo smiles and hands me his gun handle first, "Either you got balls
of steel or you are dumb as fuck."

"Minimum wage my dude." I reply, "And you might want to hit the showers
first, I can get you some soap and see if I can't rustle up a set of
hands to help you scrub. Boys or girls?"

"Girls. Only girls. Fags are fags." He says with a greasy grin.

"Okay then." I take slide of the pistol and rack one into the chamber.
His eyes are surprised and his mouth is open. I say, "The guys in there
are off limits. Get your shower, I'll get a girl and everything will be
peaceful. Yes?" My tone tells him I'm not going to fuck around. Domingo's
eyes are wide as I hold the gun in front of my pecker pointing it down
toward the floor while looking him straight in the eye.

He says, "Yes. Peaceful. Jesus Christ, I just want a bath and some fun.
Peace is good. It is always how I like it. You don't need to be so
fucking wierd about it. Fuck."

"Good." I reply.

The boys are sitting in the hot tub under the big statue of the dude.
Domingo undresses, throws his clothes into a cupboard and he walks to the
showers. I stand at the corner holding the piece and watch. After Domingo
has shampoo in his hair, I step back to the counter, pull the towel back
around me and get the phone.

I redial and Larry is in my ear, "How'd it go?"

"I have his gun. He was acting pretty wierd so I chambered a round. He's
in the shower right now."

"Woah. Awesome. The door will be opening in two minutes. These guys don't
need green, they'll take care of Darryl."

"He's not Domingo Sixty Nine?"

"I can hang on the line if it makes you feel better, but really, the
button you pushed are calling in some bad ass mother fuckers. They know
how to deal with Domingo and you aren't in any danger. I guess your next
job is just to sit back and watch the fire works."

"Yeah, I'd like at least one hand free for this, a phone and gun are too
much to hang onto."

"Sounds good." Larry said and ends the call. I grab my towel and wrap
myself.

The front door chimes as two large military looking guys came in. They
smile at me.  I toss my head to the back. They know where he is. They
walk between the statues. One pulls out a colapsable batone as they
approach. Domingo Sixty Nine has cleared the shampoo from his eyes and is
looking shocked, scared and for an exit.

The boys watch from their corner. Domingo tries to protest, but a loud
crack to the head from the baton silences him. One guy hoists the naked
wet body over his shoulder and they walk out the front door without
another word.

The old fart music plays and I stand there with a gun in my hand. I go
back to the counter, empty the gun and toss it in a drawer. The tall boy
and the two others are sitting on the edge of the tub looking at each
other and seem scared.

"All is good. No worries. What can I call you? I'm Chauncey." I lie about
my name.

The tall one squeaks, "Lane."

The young one with the big dick says, "Francis."

The older of the bunch with the little dick says, "Boomer."

I need to pick up the mood so I say, "Well guys, no one got shot, no one
got arrested and you have some time. Let me change the music." I go back
to the music gear and search for something from this century. I change
the tempo to a pretty good current stream and find controls for the
lights to change colors and strobe and stuff.

I look over. Boomer is on his knees. His bare back is supple and seeing
the back down to his bum uninterupted by clothes is nice. He has a nice
arch to his body as his mouth is working the tall skinny kid, Lane. Lane
has his head back and is enjoying the oral exploration. Francis is
working his way around to the skinny kids ass and his pecker is hard for
action.

I feel my boner rise, but my body is being slammed by the lack of
adrenalin. Dirt bag Domingo gave me the rush and the crash after my hard
day sucked all my energy. I hover between exhaustion and horny. I decide
to watch and let the boys play.

Francis has a boys face, smooth body and large dick. He rubs it along
Lane's thigh as Boomer works Lane's pecker with his lips. He pulls out
Lane's dick for a quick bit of air. He licks it. Francis is now putting
his dick in Lanes crack. Boomer licks, his tongue moving in and out
exploring down the shaft. He sucks on one of Lanes nuts. Lane has one
hand on Boomers head and the other reaches around to Francis's ass.

I can't see them, but Lane's face changes and he opens his mouth. Francis
must have entered. Ii watch the boys fuck and suck and the door chimes
bringing my attention to the front door. A large frumpy looking older
lady scans in. She goes behind the cupboard and sees the boys. She gets
naked and goes to the shower. My boner begins to die off. Her tits sag,
her body has wrinkles and stretch marks in all the wrong places.

Boomer disentangled himself from the teen threeway and goes over to the
lady. He's still hard. They talk a little before she reaches out to his
dick and he strokes her body. I hear Lane gasp as he blows. Boomer is now
fucking Mrs. Frumpy in the shower. He takes her from behind. Lane and
Francis make their way to the shower to either watch, participate or just
shower. The door chimes.

The night passes with people of all different shapes and sizes having all
types of different sex. There was one bald man who came in looking thin
and frail. He simply showered, sat in the girls hot tub and then left
without any sex and then there was one girl who wouldn't even get out of
her panties.

The evening ends and I go to my blue car and drive home. I am horny and
exhausted all at the same time. I decide to leave myself charged up and
just fall asleep in my yurt.

I dream of sex and my phone wakes me up before I blow my load of my would
be wet dream. I work in an hour.