Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2002 17:14:40 EST From: TomGTongue@aol.com Subject: NEIGHBORLY RIM STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY Thanks for all the great comments about Doctor Rim. Keep the emails coming at TomGTongue@aol.com. NEIGHBORLY RIM From Tom's Tongue Hello. My name is Tom G. I'm not going to give you my last name, because I'm not queer...I mean gay. At least I don't think I am - but more about that later. I'm twenty-six, married with a four year old son, Tom, Jr. I'm 5'11", weigh 185 muscular pounds (less than 2% body fat), am smooth, with little body hair, and have brown hair and blue eyes. Paula, my wife, tells me I'm good looking, and women seem to take to me right away. All right, we've had enough with the physical descriptions. So, why am I am putting this event down on paper? I heard somewhere that if you are confused and write down what you're confused about it helps you to understand yourself better, or some shit like that. All I know is that I've go to get this stuff out of my head or I'm going to go crazy. It happened late last week. As I sit here and write, I still don't believe what happened to me. My entire world has been rocked. Okay, on with the story. I was coming home from the gym (I had the afternoon off that day), dressed in just a jock, shorts and tennis shoes. I stopped at the apartment mailbox to pick up our bills and junk flyers, and there was a hand-written envelope addressed to Alan Evans. Not me. Looking closer at the letter, I realized it was for the new couple down the hall. Paula said she'd seen them moving in two or three week earlier. Taking the elevator to our floor, I figured I'd just push the missive under their door. Just as I was kneeling to push it through, I heard a masculine voice, slightly muffled, but still clear enough for me to understand, "Ah, Honey, I just got out of the shower. I know nothing was delivered during those 10 minutes. Okay...I'll check. HOLD ON." The door flew open, and, I swear, TIME STOOD STILL. Behind that door stood a man...no, not a man...a GOD with a cordless phone propped against between his head and shoulder! I don't go around staring at other guys, if you know what I mean, but in this case, I couldn't help myself. "Alan Evans" was naked as a jaybird with just a towel, about the size of a postage stamp, held in front of his crotch. Alan looked to be the perfect model of an Italian male -- tall, tan, curly jet black hair, blue eyes, aquiline nose, high cheek bones, pouty lips, muscles of death highlighted by dense curly hair moistly plastered to his chest, abs, arms and legs. I hadn't seen the butt, but I would've bet it was covered with curly black hair too. Our eyes met and something happened to me - something clicked inside me, I don't know what. I just know that my dick got HARD - ROCK HARD in less than five seconds! I was still crouched in front of him, and, looking down, I saw that my prod had broken free of my jockstrap and was exposed to the world, AND Alan. From the bottom of my suddenly-too-short shorts against my right thigh you could see four or five inches of my soon-to-be-dripping prick. I quickly glanced up and down the hallway. We were alone. I looked up at his face and it was obvious that he was looking right at my crotch. He smiled, NO, make that LEERED, at me. Throwing the tiny towel behind him, he put his index finger in front of his puckered lips, signaling for me to be quiet. He reached down, grabbed my arm and, in one swift motion, pulled me to my feet and inside their apartment. "What...?" I tried to speak, but he put his free hand, the same one that had been holding his towel, over my mouth. Closing and locking the door and speaking into the phone, he said, "Honey, can you hear me closing the door? I checked out in the hall and there wasn't any package there." He winked at me...he honestly winked at me! "Didn't you tell me that you had a couple of hours before the seminar started? Goooood!" He looked me directly in the eye, placed his index finger in my shorts and jock, pulling them down slightly, and rubbed the back of his finger along the top of my pubic bush. He spoke into the receiver with a husky voice, "Why don't you get undressed for me, Baby?" I guess you realize by now that he was standing there BUCK NAKED. His dick...his dick was BEAUTIFUL! It's hard for me to say that, but that's what it was. I'd never really looked at another guy's penis before...well, okay, I had. But I'd never seen one like Alan's. It was long, fat, veiny and thick as hell -- just a little shorter than my nine inches, but a LOT thicker. His balls were low hanging and lemon-sized in their hairy sack. Did I mention that it was steel hard and pointing upward? Did I mention that since he threw his towel away there was little else I could see but that beautiful organ? I AM NOT GAY! But, why, for what strange reason, did I want to bend down and lick the drop of pre-cum that appeared at the rosy tip? Why was my dick hard -- make that diamond cutting -- hard? He pulled down on my shorts and I realized that I hadn't moved since he'd made the request. Using the toes-to-heels technique, I removed my tennis shoes and kicked them across the floor. I grabbed both pairs of shorts at my hips, and he stepped back slightly giving me room to push them down and step out of them. They joined my shoes. He stepped back further, looking me up and down and said, again into the phone, "Hi, you undressed? Great! Baby, you have the most beautiful body...I just love touching you all over." Cradling the phone again, he reached out and began caressing my shoulders, neck, pecs and tits. I never knew that my nipples were a source of pleasure for me, but the pinching, stroking and tweaking he was doing was sending electric sparks throughout my body. More pre-cum flowed. Tentatively, I reached out to feel the hair on his chest. Surprisingly, it was soft and it felt good to run my fingers through it. Grinning like a little boy, and pushing my hands away, he talked again, "Baby, your tits are amazing. I want to suck on them and make you beg for more." With that, he changed sides with the phone as he bent slightly and took my left nipple into his hot mouth. He licked and sucked it loudly, making slurping noises. Speaking with a panting voice, "Oh, you like to hear me? How does this sound?" He dropped to his knees and buried his face in my crotch, sniffing loudly. My hard on was rubbing against the side of his face. I felt like I would cum if he touched my dick directly just once. I had my head thrown back and was biting my lower lip to keep from screaming for him to SUCK MY DICK. "Oh, Honey, you smell so good." Looking up at me, "You know what I'm gonna do now?" He paused, running his tongue across his lips seductively. "I'm gonna lick that sweet clit of yours. Listen." Instantly, he tongue was everywhere at once. He licked my crown, slurping up my juices with a slight moan emitting from his throat; he licked my hairless balls, pulling them into his hungry mouth and moaning again; he licked up and down the shaft of my dick, stopping occasionally to stab at that spot just below the head that is so sensitive. I had to bring my hands to my mouth to muffle myself. I had never known such bliss, and I'd never even spoken a word to this guy! Un - fucking - believable. Even I wouldn't have believed it, except it was happening to ME! When he swallowed the head and about five inches of my dick, I nearly DID scream. He slowly pulled off me, with a long tongue-wiggling slurp; I pushed forward to get some more of the feeling. Back to the phone, "Yeah, I want my sweet baby to cum for me" Peering deep into my eyes, he swallowed my prick to the balls! I was amazed! Paula hates giving head and, when I COULD talk her into it, it was nothing like this! He groaned and fucked his face with my cock. All too soon, I knew I was going to blast off, and I didn't think he'd want to drink it. I placed my hand on the top of his head to push him away, but he swatted me away and moved faster, moaning louder. I CAME! It was a toe curling -- from the tips of my hair follicles to my toenail cuticles, I felt the waves of passion and shot at least seven spurts. The first two went into his mouth, the rest splattered on his face and chest and the phone as he spoke again while pulling on my wet cock, "YEAH, BABY. GIVE IT UP! CUM FOR ME!" As my silent orgasm subsided and he was dragging my dripping prick across his cum-stained face, I could actually hear a woman's voice on the receiver as she screamed in ecstasy. Alan smiled at me as he stood, leaned forward and kissed me. I WAS KISSING A MAN! I WAS KISSING A MAN, AND I LOVED IT! Okay, I liked it. I could also taste my cum, something I'd never done before. Okay, so I cleaned his face, chest and the phone receiver with my tongue, no big deal, right? It tasted...okay. NO, it tasted FUCKING GREAT and I was about to drop to my knees and start sucking his...like, buddy payback, you know? I'm lying again. I WANTED HIS FAT DICK IN MY MOUTH! He placed a hand on my chest to stop my descent, and smiled again. "Did you enjoy that, Darlin'?" While she was saying whatever she was saying, I nodded and looked into his eyes again. I reached forward and took his erect penis in my hand - yes, another first. It was smooth, soft and hard all at the same time. It was hot and sticky wet from pre-cum. I didn't understand why he'd stopped me from sucking it, but he seemed to enjoy my touch because his eyes were rolling back and his mouth was hanging open. I wanted to kiss him again, but he was in control and I waited for him to lead. To the phone and to me, "Okay, now that I've gotten you warmed up, it's time for phase two" He turned me around and pushed me toward a couch I hadn't even noticed before. We had been in the fucking foyer the whole time! After less than ten steps, I ended up bent spread-eagled across the back of the sofa, my face in the cushions, with my ass exposed and vulnerable. Realizing what his intentions were, I resisted. He pushed me back down as I attempted to straighten myself. "Baby, now for phase two." He was somehow holding my hips in place, still holding the phone. "It's pussy-eatin' time!" Totally shocked, I felt his hot breath on my open ass. He lightly kissed my cheeks, and before I knew it, his tongue was out and he was taking long licks up and down my crack, not quite touching the hole. More talk, "OH, BABY, YOU SMELL AND TASTE SO GOOD! I'M GONNA EAT THAT SWEET HOLE! I'M GONNA LICK IT OUT LIKE CRAZY!" Suddenly, I was impaled on his tongue, and feeling feelings I did not know existed. I wanted to scream, but knew I couldn't make any noise to continue our little game. Actually, it added to the excitement. He was turning on this woman on with the sounds he made pleasuring my body! Talking to my asshole, the phone, and me he said, "Soooo sweet. The sweetest pussy ever! Let me eat it SOME MORE!" Actually snarling, he drove his entire face into my ass trench shaking the back of his head from side to side, as he tried to get deeper. "SWEET PUSSY!" I could actually feel my hole opening to his thrusting tongue. I reached back and pulled by cheeks as far apart as I could so he could get deeper. I wanted to feel his entire head up my hole. His tongue was driving me crazy. In my head, I was yelling at the top of my lungs, "OH, MAN! GET THAT TONGUE UP MY ASS! CLEAN IT! LICK IT!" But in reality I was making tiny whimpering sounds. "Oh, Sweetie, you taste soooo good." Pulling free he stood, grabbed my shoulders lifted me to my feet and turned me around again. He pushed my chest until I toppled backward across the back of the sofa -- my shoulders landed on the seat cushions; my ass was on the back, my legs and feet were akimbo in the air. He pulled right foot toward his face and sucked the big toe into his molten mouth running his tongue in a circular motion, cleaning it thoroughly, sending electric sparks up my spine, and even my asshole. Dropping my foot and smiling he said, "Now it's time for the BIG FINISH!" Curling the phone upward until the earpiece was still by his ear and the mouthpiece in his hair, he put his hand under his mouth and ejected three big wads of spit against his palm. I knew what was coming, and somehow, for some reason, I WANTED it to happen. Massaging the self-produced lube onto his throbbing pecker and lifting my ankles until they rested on his shoulders, he lined his weapon up to my quivering asshole and waited. Righting the phone, he spoke again, hypnotizing me with his gaze, "Oh, Baby, I'm gonna fuck that pussy now. You ready for it?" I nodded and bit my lip. "YOU WANT IT!?" Again, I nodded. "Here it comes. I'm gonna shoot a gallon of my spooge in you!" Alan drove forward and suddenly, I felt his pubes against my smooth asshole. He was ALL THE WAY IN, and, goddamn it, it felt good, great, FANTASTIC! He brushed across something deep inside me that made me feel like I was shooting off, but I wasn't. It was even better than anything I had felt before. All these new feelings were incredible and I knew at that instant I wanted to do it again! Alan: "Oh, Sweetheart, you are sooooo tight. I love feeling us connected this way - it feels sooooooo great!" As he spoke, he undulated his hips gently, stirring that big meat around in my hole, brushing over that "place" again and again. Gradually he changed his motions from circular to in-and-out, pulling his piece almost all the way out and driving it deep inside me. Soon I was pushing upward to meet those thrusts as they increased in speed and intensity. I was looking directly into his intensely blue eyes, mouthing the words, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" I didn't want these feelings to EVER stop, but I felt my second orgasm dangerously close and I wasn't even TOUCHING MY DICK! I was still making a small grunting noise every time he hit the "spot" and wanted him to know. I mouthed, "CUMMING!" I don't know whether he understood or not. Head thrown back he moaned into the phone, "Oh, Darlin', I'm getting' close. Yeah, you too? GREAT! CUM BABY! OH! HERE I CUM! SHOOTIN' A BIG LOAD IN MY BABY. AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAH!" Feeling his fat prick spurt deep inside me, my cum shot out of me like I've never seen it! It flew over my head, landing somewhere behind me (not my problem), across my forehead, nose and lips (lick, lick) and flooding my chest and belly. Amazing! I had come only a few minutes before and I was in awe! Alan leaned forward and as we listened to his friend scream in pleasure, he rolled the phone upward again, and we shared another slurpy kiss with my errant cum as the main ingredient. Slowly he pulled himself up and free from my clutching hole. I felt empty. Then he said, "Oh, Baby, your just dripping with my semen. I need to take care of that mess for you." OH! MY! GOD! He drove into my ass again, and was loudly slurping and sucking his load from my still-stretched hole. It felt even better the second time! Murmurs came from between my legs, "Oh, Baby's hole tastes soooo good! Did you enjoy that, Honey?" Straightening again and smiling at me, he turned his back and with a few words I could not make out, finished his conversation. Hearing the beep of the phone disconnecting, I tried to lift myself free of the uncomfortable position I was in. Seeing my dilemma, Alan, jumped to the rescue and pulled me up and into his arms for another tongue slashing kiss. I felt his dick, still hard, against my stomach and knew what I was going to do. Kneeling, without a word being spoken, I looked closely at his glistening hard on. As I said before, it was beautiful. I knew where it had just been, but I didn't care. I took the head into my mouth and savored the multiple-flavored treat. It was delicious...manly, musky and alive. YES, I'm a cocksucker. I worked him over with every trick I could think of that I'd seen in porno flicks. I was able to get most of him in my mouth and was soon bobbing up and down, getting him deeper down my hungry throat on every stroke. Hearing his gasps and sighs of pleasure above me, turned me on. Grabbing his muscular ass and rubbing my hands across it, I began pulling him into my mouth. Soon, he was fucking my face as violently as he had my ass and I heard, "CCCCCUUUUUMMMMIIIIINNNGGGG!!" just before his love lava hit the back of my throat - another tasty treat. I rode the wave, swallowing rapidly to keep up with him. Licking the head, I pulled on the shaft I made sure that I got the last emissions. I didn't want to miss a drop - then or later. Alan pulled me up, and again we were kissing like long-lost lovers. Backing away from me, he smiled broadly and said, "Hello, I don't believe we've been formally introduced." We both laughed...deep belly laughs. It felt great! I replied, "Welcome to the neighborhood, Mr. Evans. My name is Tom G-----. My wife, son and I live just down the hall." Smirk-smiling at me again, like he knew a joke, he said, "Hey, Partner. Looks like you made a mistake. Who the hell is 'Mr. Evans?'? My name is Gino...Gino Pastorelli. My girlfriend, Tina, and I just moved in here a couple a weeks ago." I said, "Oh my God! This was all a mistake?" Pulling me to him, he replied with a kiss, "No, Tom, this definitely was NOT a mistake. You're the best welcome wagon I've ever seen." We laughed again as I explained about the letter. I took it with me, along with Gino's phone number. Tina is away on Monday nights, besides traveling one week a month with her job. Gino said Monday Night Football would be starting again next week. He asked if I'd like to "join him." * * * * * * * * * That's my quandary - the reason I'm posting my story on this board. HELP! What should I do, guys? I think I know, but this is Sunday night and that makes tomorrow decision day. I'm confused. Oh, did I mention that I saw Gino's ass while we were dressing? It's just as hairy as I thought it would be. I wonder how it tastes? OKAY! Maybe I am... (The end) Comments welcome at TomGTongue@aol.com.