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Saturday, March 16, 2013

All Male Fiction: Love Thy Neighbor

By: LeCoeurDeGlace & Ryan Michaels

 
It started, oddly enough, with skunks. I woke up and my house was possessed by the unholy smell of them. After a day and a half of trying to soak the house in air-freshener, I knew I had no choice but to consult the most powerful advisor a gay man has.
“Mom, it’s driving me crazy. How the hell does one deal with a skunk infestation?”
She told me she’d call me back after talking to my stepdad and, sure enough, a few minutes later she did. The apparent remedy to the (unbeknownst to me) yearly invasion of skunks underneath my house was mothballs.
There was no way in hell that I was about to climb under the house and possibly face an unknown number of skunks. As luck would have it, my next door neighbor’s son-in-law, Derek, was nice enough to choose that moment to arrive home. Derek and his wife lived in the basement apartment of her parent’s house, and I had the hots for him! I was sure he had seen my subtle (ok, maybe not so subtle) signs of lust ever since he had moved in a little over a year ago, but so far had chosen not to comment on them.
No one could blame me for my attraction. He was handsome, with a slim but toned build, built by his love of dismantling things to sell the scrap metal for quick cash. His eyes were a piercing blue that made my cock throb with just a look. His hair was always in a ponytail, which on others I had never liked, but he made it work.
After calling out to him and meeting him half way between our two properties, I explained the problem and asked if he could take care of it for me, offering to pay him for his services. While discussing it, he apparently had noticed my sad attempt at discreetly looking at his very nice package every time he or I said mothballs. The rest of the time I avoided looking at him since I would blush slightly, and I’m sure my attraction couldn’t be hidden.
“Don’t worry man. I’ll take care of it,” he said patting my shoulder. I got goose bumps from head to toe from his touch.

“Thanks. I really appreciate it. Just let me grab my car keys and I’ll go get the mothballs. I should be back in 15 minutes, is that cool? Will you be able to do it then?” Again I found myself glance at his package when I said mothballs.
“No need man. I’ve got balls. You can have them, no problem. I just gotta get them out, and then we can do it right away,” he smirked.
Yeah, he had noticed and was now teasing the gay boy next door who had a ‘crush’ on him. I had to admit it was a rather lame sexual innuendo, but it had the desired effect.
I was a nervous wreck as I waited for him to grab his ‘balls’, and by the time he arrived back at my house I was so incredibly turned on that I was practically salivating. My nervousness of being so close to him did nothing to abate my desire for him.
After he got done crawling around under my house he announced the job was done, and asked if he could borrow a towel.
“A towel?” I asked.
“Yeah, my wife would kill me if I came into the house with all this dirt. So I’m gonna hose myself off, but need a towel to dry off a bit so I don’t track water into the house. She would kill me if I did that, too,” he laughed.
“You… you can use my shower,” I said.
“Nah, I don’t wanna track this dirt in your place either,” he said.
I, of course, was happy to let him shower at my place. The very idea of him being naked in my house almost had me getting a hard-on. “It’s… it’s no problem… really,” I said. “My bathroom needs cleaning anyway. Be my guest.”
“Thanks man. That’s really neighborly of you.”
“Well, what are neighbors for,” I smiled nervously, feeling myself blush.
We then headed inside my house and I directed Derek to the bathroom, handing him a clean towel from the linen closet, before heading back out to the living room.
I sat on the couch wondering if I should try to get a peek at him – the bathtub had glass shower doors. My cock got hard at the idea and I found myself jumping to my feet and scurrying to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the door was closed. I forced myself to try the handle. It was risky, but it was also the chance of a lifetime, the first and perhaps only chance I’d ever get to see him naked. The door was locked - damn! Disappointed, I dragged myself back out to the living room, took a seat back on the couch, waited.
When he came back out to the living room he had nothing on but a towel, with his clothes in a ball under his arm. My cock, which had softened again by this point, swelled rapidly and pressed itself hard into the confines of my pants. I thought I would blow my load right then!
“Thanks man, I feel much better now,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said. “I really appreciate your help.”
“No problem. What are neighbors for,” he said with a smile, quoting my earlier comment. “Anytime you want something, just ask,” he finished.
God was there something I wanted! But I knew I could never ask for it.
“Alright man, see you later,” he said as he headed for the door.
“You… you aren’t going outside like that, in just a towel, are you?”
“Well, no sense in putting my dirty clothes back on after showering. That would kind of defeat the purpose,” he chuckled. “I’m just crossing the lawn to next door. It’s not like I’m naked. I’ll just return your towel later.”
He bent over to grab his shoe, and in doing so his towel ‘accidentally’ fell off. My mouth suddenly got very dry, and my cock got very wet as the pre-cum began to flow freely. I couldn’t believe I was staring at his bare ass… his bent over bare ass! I could even see his asshole through his parted butt crack!
“My bad,” he said with his back still to me, picking up the towel and holding it to his front. “I’m sure the last thing you want to see is my naked ass,” he said with a throaty chuckle.
Possessed by a moment of confidence, I replied, “No worries… but I think I’d rather see the other side.”
In an instant all confidence was gone, and I was mortified by my own words, until he said, “I think a little show and tell could be fun,” and then he turned, walked over to the couch, stood at the opposite end, and dropped the towel from his crotch.
I knew my mouth had to be hanging open, in complete shock at what was happening. I was also in awe of the sight before me. While not the biggest soft cock I had ever seen, it was the thickest. I’m sure he must have had the nickname ‘beer can’ in college!
He smiled at my reaction. “It may look big, but I assure you, it’ll feel even bigger when I’m pounding that hole of yours,” he said with a grin.
I went to speak but no words came out. I tried again and managed a stuttered, “What?”
“You did say you were going to pay me, didn’t you?”
All I could manage was a couple of nods of my head, my mouth still open slightly.
“Well, with the wife on the rag, and knowing you’ve had a hard-on for me, for, like, forever, I can’t think of a better way for you to pay me for my services,” he smiled. “So why don’t you get over here and pay me man,” he said brushing his hand over his cock.
I was a bit taken aback and literally pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming! It hurt, so I knew I was awake, knew this wasn’t just another fantasy, but a fantasy about to become an actual reality!
Without even bothering to stand up, I anxiously shuffled my body down to the opposite end of the couch, the cock I had been dreaming of now just inches in front of my face! I meekly reached out a hand to touch it, pausing to make sure it was what he really wanted, and not just some cruel joke because he knew I was crushing on him. He nodded and I reached out to hold his impressive flesh.
He started breathing a bit harder, and his cock started to react instantly to my touch. As I watched it slowly lengthening I moved my mouth close to his cock, and instead of doing what he assumed I was going to do, I just blew on the head. His cock lurched, got a bit harder. He gasped, and with a look of lust said, “C’mon man, suck it for me!”
He didn’t have to say it twice. I lowered my mouth to his throbbing cock and slowly began licking the head, and then closed my mouth over it. His cock finished its journey to hardness almost instantly. It had to be about 8 inches long, but the incredible thickness made it look even bigger! He already seemed to be in heaven with just my mouth wrapped around the head, but I knew he’d be even happier when he realized my special skill.
I took him fully into my mouth and proceeded to swallow his entire length without gagging. He was shocked at my deep-throating abilities, and I sucked and worshipped his meat for about twenty minutes, until my jaw was getting sore.
When I pulled off his cock, he pulled me to my feet, and with an evil grin, said, “Get naked. It’s time for me to really get paid!”
As I undressed he walked behind the couch and moved the sofa table that sat against it. Then he came back around, grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me around behind the couch. Positioning me so that I was facing the back of it, he began to push between my shoulder blades. “Wait!” I said and then started to scramble away.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Just hold on, I’ll be back in two seconds,” I said and headed to my bedroom. When I returned I said, “You’re not gonna get that in,” pointing at his cock, “without this,” I continued, holding up the lube.
Derek just nodded and I moved back behind the couch and bent over. As I opened the lube to prepare my hole Derek pushed my feet apart with his foot. I could hear Derek stroking his cock as I lubed my asshole.
Once I had myself lubed I twisted my body slightly to hand him the lube, and a condom I had also brought from my bedroom. “Lube up your cock and then put this on. Then put lots of lube on the condom,” I said.
“I’ll lube up my cock, but no condom,” he said.
“You have to use a condom,” I protested. “What about your wife?”
“I’ve never been with anyone since I got married, and my wife was my girlfriend since high school… never fucked a guy before either. I’m clean man.”
“Yeah, well, what about me? How do you know I am?”
“Are you?” he asked.
“Well, yeah,” I said.
“Ok, then there’s no problem, is there?”
“I guess not, but…”
“But nothing. I want to shoot in your ass, have you feel my hot load spray inside you, fill you up with my cum. It’s the only way you are gonna get my cock in your hole. You want my cock in your hole, don’t you? You want my cum in you, too, don’t you? You want it so bad, you know you do!”
“Yeah,” I said, “I want it… bad! Fuck my ass!”
“Raw?” he asked.
“Yes! Put it in me. Put it in me and fuck me!”
He slapped my ass, not hard, but hard enough to make it sting a bit, and said. “That a boy!”
I lay there over the couch listening to the ‘pop’ of the cap on the bottle of lube being opened and then the sounds of Derek stroking it all over his hard cock. I let out an involuntary moan as I felt his cockhead slip between my ass crack and touch my hole.
He slowly began easing his cock inside me, and although it hurt, I knew it was what I had craved, longed for, dreamt of since I had first laid eyes on him. However, once I was accustomed to the feel of him penetrating me, I couldn’t help but think how none of the fantasies I’d been able to concoct about Derek doing just this had prepared me for the pleasure I felt feeling his cock entering my ass for real. In my fantasies I had never dreamt it would be so thick! But I was a trooper, and was going to take it, no matter what. I had waited too long for this to wimp out now. I dug my fingers into the couch, ready for him to take me for a wild ride.
Once he got his cock in me balls deep he moved within me slowly at first, and then gradually increased the tempo, causing my heart to pound and my cock to throb, the pleasure from his large, extra thick cock almost more than one human could stand.
I couldn’t help but to writhe on the back of the couch like a wanton nympho as I moaned loudly and said, “Fuck me Derek! Fuck me hard! Give me all you got! Oh, God, fuck me!”
He obliged and began pounding into me with a ferocity I thought perhaps even startled him with its burning intensity. I came shortly before he did, all over the back of my couch. Moments later he cried out as he sprayed his hot seed deep inside my ass, before collapsing on top of me, utterly spent.
As his cock began to soften he pulled out, slapped my ass again, said, “Consider yourself paid in full,” and then padded off to the bathroom to clean the lube and cum from his cock.
When he returned, he picked up the towel from the floor, wrapped it around his waist, and headed to the door. After putting on his shoes he said, “You better not breathe a word of this to anyone or…” He stopped there.
“My lips are sealed,” I smiled, still naked, my cockhead still coated with my load, and his load beginning to leak from my ass.
That’s good,” he said, and then just looked at me for a moment. Then he walked over to me and said, “But, why don’t you unseal them again, just for a few minutes,” as he dropped the towel and pushed me to my knees.
I sucked that cock for a good long time and managed to get another load out of him, this one going right down my throat!
Derek came over the next day to return the towel, and had me ‘unseal’ my lips again before he left.
Since that day there always seems to be something around the house I need help with, and Derek very happily comes over to give me a hand… collecting his ‘payment’ every time!
And to think, it might never have happened had it not been for those damn skunks.
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