Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2024 20:01:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Olando Reez <olandoreez@aol.com>
Subject: Brother vs Neighbor (4)

This is a semi fictional story about two hung men that I have had in my
life. My hung brother and the hot sex god neighbor next door. The two
have never met and never will. But I have had the pleasure of getting
torn up by my brother's thick cock, and have been able to blow the hung
country boy neighbor. So that's the true part. The fictional part is the
two of them with me in the same room.
Both of these men are straight save for the fact that they allow me to
get on their fat dicks.

I hope you enjoy it..
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Brother vs Neighbor (4)


... Like the first touch of my brothers fantastic bulge. Before i was to
experience even more with his big dick and sex, the first contact (as it
was) with the smoldering neighbor was almost as incredible.
It was many many months after my move to the neighborhood. I had settled
in and found that this neighborhood had a block party (of sorts) each
year. Sometimes late summer before the fall.kicked in. A 'pot luck' get
together with games and music. It was always set up my the neighbor up
the street. Her name is Deborah and she lives on the corner of my street
and a cross street 5 houses down from mine.
She had come over one day a few weeks after my move in the first time.
Introducing herself and welcoming me to the neighborhood. Then in that
encounter she asked for my info. Phone, cell , email etc. athen she told
me to expect and invite to the block party she held every year.
I thanked her and then went about my business. And like clockwork she had
sent me the invite in a text about a month before the event. Telling me
to 'save the date' as it were. So I did

"Cool" I said to myself
"Seems like it would be fun"
"Not like I have much of a life as it was"

I RSVP'd. Saying I would bring a desert. Waiting in her response as to
how many people she was expecting. Even though she said it was usually
about 15 families that came. All from the neighborhood.
I had been seeing the hot neighbor around his place many times. Out in
his back yard, mowing the lawn or just on his back patio with wife and
kids in tshirts and shorts when back there. So I saw his tattooed arms a
lot. Nice meaty arms that told of labor of some sort. Strong looking
calves that had blonde hairs on them. And other than seeing his hot butt
in those shorts there wasn't much to tell. For it was only when he wore
jeans that his obvious hotness showed better. Those oh so lucky jeans
that showed off his awesome ass and the thickness of his thighs. Always
just snug enough to give me the best views of them. Not to mention that
great package he spotted in them. It never appeared too big by any means.
But always a clear bulge that told me where his dick was. There just to
the right of his zipper. Little did I know that that bulge hid a very big
weapon. Something I would find out about soon.

"Steve is a hot guy" I would say to myself whenever I saw him in those
jeans
"Good looking and great ass"

Well the block party day came. I had made several pies to bring and then
headed over there at about 12 noon. I got there and saw Deborah. She
greeted me warmly and lead me to several tables she had set up outside.
There I placed the deserts I had made. She thanked me for coming. I
thanked her for the invite
I looked about to see the older couple from across the street there. He
greeted me and asked how I was doing since the move in.

"Good" I replied
"Thanks"

I did not see Steve or his wife and kids there. So I wondered if they
would come at all. I started to chat with some of my other neighbors.
Getting to know some of them more. And it was when I was chatting with
the older woman that lived just across from Deborah that I looked up to
see Steve and family coming up the street. Him, wife and kids in tow.
Steve was in a dark T-shirt and dark shorts. He was carrying a few items
and his wife had the kids in hand and in a buggy. I felt a tugging in my
shorts as I saw Steve coming up the street. Then up the drive at where
the party was. He saw.me and smiled, saying 'howdy'.

"Hey neighbors" I said to him and his wife
"Haven't seen you much around"
"How have you two been?"

I was trying to make small conversation with him or his wife. Just so I
had his attention. She said they had been visiting family recently. Then
asked me how I was doing since the move. I replied I was good and still
getting acclimated to the new area and getting to and from work, and
other silly items like that.
Steve jumped in and reiterated to me the same phrase as when I had moved
in. That if I needed anything to let him know.

"I appreciate that man" I said again
"I sure will let you know"

I looked at his forearm as I spoke to him. Looking at the detailed tattoo
in it. Wanting to reach out and touch it. To place my hands on his flesh.
The day progressed and became hotter. So much so that Steve decided he
needed to remove his shirt.to keep cooler. Saying that he was boiling in
that dark T-shirt. He pulled it up and handed it to his wife.
My eyes shot opened as I watched him do this. Seeing him reach down and
grab the shirt at the bottom. Then he pulled up and over his head. As he
did the shirt revealing more and more of the man's hit torso.

"Ohh my fucking God!" My head shrieked out
"Look at that. Just look at it"

My eyes were pretty much glued to his torso. Steve was in pretty great
shape. I mean I had filtered he had a decent body from the way his shirts
fit him. How his chest pressed to the cotton. But now standing there bare
chested I could see it was much nicer than I figured. Athletic and meaty
was his chest. Over the one pectoral and part way down his side was
another big tattoo, or several combined into the vast art piece on his
chest. The other pectoral had nothing. But his shoulder and upper arm had
more tattoos.

"Fucking fantastic" I said in my head
"Awesome body and wild tattoos"
"Shit.i want him"

Yes, Steve's body was much hotter than I figured. And the wicked tattoos
only made him all the hotter to look at. That chest was nice too. There
were small almost unseen hairs on his chest where there were no tattoos.
The hairs on him only appealing more to the gay man in me as I looked at
him. I stood there in sheer awe of the hot man standing a dozen feet away
from me.
Now Steve obviously noticed my gawking at him and acknowledged me. His
assumption was I was fascinated by the paintings on his body.

"Yeah. I like tattoos" he stated

I looked back up to his handsome face and realized I had been staring.
Then bounced back a quick answer so I didn't seem the the obvious 'queer
guy' staring at a hot man like he was dinner.

"No, no man" I huffed
"They are just incredible is all"
"How long did that take?"

He answered me as my eyes stayed in his chest. My eyes tracing his
nipples in the middle of the big tattoo. I looked at this tiny hairs
showing on the other pectoral, and that nipple too. How I wanted to lick
at this mans tit as he stood there. To clamp down on it with my mouth and
let my hands roam over his fantastic body. Over each and ever hit tattoo
covering his hot flesh.
Again I felt a tugging in my shorts. Worried that I was gonna get a hard
in from this. Just seeing him here like this. And I wanted to turn away
or step away so I would not have a problem.
But that was when Steve just started talking to me about his tattoos. How
and why he got them. How his first was when he was in the army. Then how
he collected them over the last few years because they made him feel good
about himself.

"Army" I said back
"Well thank you for your service then"

He smiled at me and then moved his hand over his chest tattoo. Telling me
about it more. I watched his had glide over his chest. Watching intently
as if I could follow it as I moved over it. Wishing I was his hand. And I
felt my lips get oddly dry. So I licked at my mouth as he was talking
there before me. It was just an involuntary action, but an action he
noticed. And I looked up at his face to see him staring back at me. I
figured he saw my lip lick and would immediately get offended. Probably
pull his shirt back on to avoid the faggot' seeing any more. But he just
looked at me with the same friendly aire.
Then Steve asked me if I had any tattoos. I did have one. A small on on
my lower belly along my waist line. A dolphin. But it was something only
seen if you were looking down there.

"Just one" I said
"But you can't see it"

Then I pointed to where it was. He smiled and said that I should show it
to him one day. And said he was surprised I did have more. Saying I
seemed a type to have at least a few. Saying something about 'you
fellas', which I knew was a reference to my homosexuality. Not that he
was being anyway derogatory. As he said he knew other gay guys and they
all had lists of tattoos.
Also mentioning he had some in strange places too. Almost laughing as he
said this.
My eyes darted down to his shorts and. Wondering where he had 'other'
tattoos. Did he have any near his crotch. That made my dick twitch
again.
We talked more about tattoos amongst other things. I was gonna bring he
was even nicer than I originally thought. And it made me like and want
him more.

"Good to talk" he had said later

Well the block party came to a close and Steve and family were off. His
wife said she was going to head out to see her sister that evening.
I followed a bit after, still having a conversation with one of the other
neighbors. But watching Steve walk away. Looking at the hot man's beefy
ass in those shorts. Smiling to myself as I had been able to somehow
contain myself and not embarrass myself with any untowards desires for
Steve.
But as I was in my house a bit after I had come home, there was a knock
on my door. I headed to the door and opened it. There stood the hot
Steve. He smiled at me. It was a big almost sly smile too

"Let's see that tattoo" he then said....

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