Date: Sun, 24 May 2020 23:29:09 +0000 (UTC) From: "gritsy78@yahoo.com" Subject: Getting to Know the Neighbor's Son - Part 2 This is a work of fiction and depicts m/m sex. If you are underage or offended by stories of this nature, then do not read. All names and places are fictitious. Any comments can be sent to gritsy78@yahoo.com If you enjoy this story or others, please consider donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Getting to Know the Neighbor's Son Part 2 I awoke to dried cum and an empty house. An hour had passed since James, who gave me the best blow job in my life, was nowhere to be seen. He must have gone back to his parents' house while I was asleep on the couch. I was still naked as I walked up stairs. I walked into the kitchen to grab a snack. On my way, I looked out the window to see if I could spot James at his parent's house, but I only saw a car parked in the driveway. An image of him naked flashed in my head. My cock twitched at the thought of this, and I wondered if I would get another chance to be with him. I tried giving my wife a call, but there was no answer. Her bad break of being called out of town for a business trip at the start of the Memorial Day weekend was to my benefit. I had not heard from her since she checked into her hotel the previous night, so I left a message then headed to the shower to wash the dried sweat and cum off my body. As the hot water streamed over me, I replayed the morning's events in my mind. It started out simply enough by going for a run in the forest preserve. There I stumbled (literally) upon James, and we flirted with one another before heading back to my house. While in the basement, James and I made out and traded blow jobs. Just replaying these events got me hard all over again. I stood under the hot water and jerked my cock until it was fully erect at 7". I imagined his hot mouth sucking on my dick. As I thought about this, I lifted my foot and rested it on the side of the shower. I reached behind with my left hand and felt for my asshole and started playing with it. Earlier, James was close to inserting a finger inside me, but I came before he could. I wanted to finish what he started. I pushed into my hole with my index finger. There was so much resistance. I wiggled it around a bit and finally it entered my ass. I pulled it in and out trying to relax my ass muscles. A second finger entered and I fingered my hole while jacking off. It felt good having my fingers move in and out of my ass, and I kept imagining James behind me, thrusting his 9" cock deep inside me then pulling out over and over again. The thought occurred to me that if I was having this much resistance with two fingers, what would a 9" cock feel like? Would I be able to handle being impaled by James' cock? I didn't know the answer, but I knew I wanted to try. Soon after, my balls tensed and streams of cum splashed the side of the shower and slid down. I stepped out, dried off, and decided to run a few errands to distract myself from thinking about James. When I returned home, I noticed a second car parked in the driveway. As I unloaded items from my car his front door opened, and a young man about James' age stepped out the front door. His friend was wearing shorts and a short-sleeved button-down shirt that was completely open revealing a thin, but toned frame. He was a few inches shorter than James and as he turned around to leave, James gave him a friendly slap on the ass. The young man walked out to his car, started it, and pulled out of the driveway. I speculated about what the two were up to inside the house. As he left, James noticed me watching him while standing in my garage. A wide grin came over his face, and he walked in my direction. My heart raced and my cock stirred. "Hey, Mr. Jackson!" "Hey James, how's it going?" "Not too bad," he said as he entered my garage. "Need a hand with those?" "Sure." "Sorry I left without waking you earlier. I had to meet a friend at the house. I forgot he was stopping by. We made plans to hang out later." "Oh." "He's who you saw driving away. His name is Carter. I think you two would hit it off if we all hung out sometime." I wasn't sure what to make of this. Was I feeling jealous about him hanging out with his friend? Was he having sex with him, too? Thinking like this did not sit well with me. He grabbed a bag, and we both entered the house and set the bags down on the kitchen counter. I wasn't sure what to say to him. I started to feel embarrassed about what happened earlier in the day and about what I was just thinking. James, sensing my embarrassment, put me at ease once again. He was good at that. "There's no need to feel embarrassed around me, Mr. Jackson. I thought we had a good time earlier. You did have a good time, didn't you?" "I did, it's justÉI thought," I trailed off not sure what to say next. "You thought we were going to hang out later?" "Yeah, it's dumb. You've got friends your own age to hang out with. I'm sure it has been a while since you've seen them. Forget I said anything." "You don't have to be jealous, Mr. Jackson. You can come hang out with us later if you want. There's a bar we like to go to where they don't card us." "No, I'm good. I can't stop thinking about this morning. I-I can't stop thinking about you." "I've been thinking about you, too. Ever since I left you lying naked on your couch. I loved everything we did, Mr. Jackson. There is so much more I want to do with you." He walked closer to me, and his face was a few inches from mine. Jealousy was suddenly replaced with guilt. "It's justÉI'm married, and you're half my ageÉ" I trailed off again. "It was just sex, Mr. Jackson. I needed it, and I got the sense you definitely needed it. We were having a good time, so I don't see what the big deal is." He reached out and rubbed his hands up and down my arms. My cock began growing in my shorts. "What about my wife? Your parents?" He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "No one needs to know, Mr. Jackson. This can be our little secret." I realized not only was he holding on to me, but I was holding on to him. He nibbled my ear, and when I exhaled, I didn't realize I had been holding my breath for so long. His hand moved from rubbing my arm to rubbing my cock through my shorts. We pulled back our heads, looked in each other's eyes. My brown eyes getting lost in his blue eyes. "Don't you want to have some fun, Mr. Jackson?" James said softly. We kissed. His lips barely grazed my lips. He kissed me all over. My forehead, my cheek, my neck. All I could do was close my eyes and let out soft moans. Again, we kissed softly on the lips. He started darting his tongue out trying to get me to open my mouth. I did and our tongues touched. It intensified quickly as our mouths opened, and our tongues wrestled. His hand reached into my shorts and began tugging at my cock. I reached around and slid my hands down under his shorts and underwear. I cupped flesh and muscle as I squeezed his bare ass under his clothing. My fingers spread his cheeks apart, and like he did to me earlier, my index finger traced up and down the crack of his ass. I found his hole and applied pressure with my finger. "Stick your finger in, Mr. Jackson," James cooed. "Finger me." I obeyed his command, and slid my finger in as best I could. There was no lube, so I took a few seconds to work my way in, but he moaned louder the more I penetrated his hole with my finger. It slid past his sphincter, and I moved it in and out of him. His moans grew louder. Our cocks hardened. My 7", his 9" pressed against our legs and torso. He unbuttoned my shorts, and for the second time today, they were down around my ankles, and he continued fondling my cock. My finger dislodged itself from his ass as he lifted me up effortlessly on the island in my kitchen. I leaned back and my cock stood at attention waiting for James' mouth to devour it. His blue eyes looked hungry. He licked his lips, opened his mouth and began sucking my cock. Earlier in the day he was very gentle and took his time. Lust took over him this time as my cock completely disappeared in his mouth. His nose rubbed against my abdomen and trimmed pubes. His chin rested on my balls. He vigorously bobbed up and down on my cock. I lay back completely on the counter top with my bare ass pressed to the cool granite, and I let my legs dangle over the side. He deep-throated me several times. He moved off my cock, and spread my legs wide and lifted them in the air. He licked my balls for a moment, sucking each one. His tongue moved slowly down my balls to my taint. He continued downward. He spread my legs wider, my hole exposed to him and for the first time in my life, I felt a tongue lick the crack of my ass. He moved it lower and licked my asshole. Waves of pleasure darted through my body. He was eating out my ass. His tongue formed to a point and flicked my asshole repeatedly. I shouted, "Oh, fuck!" and it reverberated off the walls in the kitchen. The sensation of his tongue on my ass had me nearly bucking off the counter top. He would circle my hole with his tongue then jab it in the center. It was amazing. When it was good and wet, James replaced his tongue with a finger. He applied a little pressure and it was in me. He stuck it in as far as he could, then pulled out, then reinserted. He replaced one finger with two fingers and the intensity of his finger fucking increased. As my moaning increased, James pulled his fingers out and reverted back to tongue fucking me. I couldn't last much longer. For the third time that day, waves of cum shot out of my cock landing on my stomach and chest. James lowered my legs, pulled me up, and we kissed intensely. Seconds after lapping at my ass, his tongue was now in my mouth swirling with my tongue. As we kissed, our moment was interrupted by my cell phone ringing with the familiar ringtone I used for my wife. James looked over and saw her picture on my phone. "You should answer that, Mr. Jackson," James whispered. "I'll get a hold of you later." I picked up the phone and before I answered, James turned around and said, "Tell her I said `hello.'" He adjusted his cock and walked out of the house through the garage. I grabbed the phone and laid back on the island countertop, still naked from the waist down. "Hi, honey," was all I could manage, trying my best not to sound out of breath. It didn't work. "What's wrong with you?" my wife questioned. "You sound out of breath." "I just finished a work-out. How's your trip?" We talked for a few minutes because she had another meeting to get to. She just wanted to return my call and see how things were going at the house. She said she would have more time to talk tomorrow. I hung up the phone, and waves of guilt washed over me. I kept asking myself, why I was doing this. Not only was I cheating on my wife, but I was cheating on her with a young man who just so happened to be the nineteen-year-old neighbor. These new experiences were testing me sexually. But regardless of the guilt, I liked where these new experiences were taking me. I slid off the counter-top, pulled up my pants, and wiped up a splash of cum that I noticed had pooled on the surface of the island. "I need a drink," I said out loud as I walked into the bedroom to change my clothes.