My Neighbor, the Bull

The party was in full swing. Clint and Sonia, our next door neighbors, had a large beautiful yard with a nice swimming pool, and they often hosted a select number of friends from our neighborhood on Saturday afternoons in the summer. My wife Trish and I had brought our two kids, and joined about 20 other people at the party. Most of the dads, myself included, were in the pool horsing around with the kids. It was a beautiful day, and a fantastic way to hang out and unwind after a stressful work week.

After a couple of hours of pool time, most of the kids had tired out and climbed out of the pool. Sonia invited all the kids in and turned on a movie in their basement. The dads stayed in the pool, enjoying our beers and just bullshitting with each other. Clint, our host, got bored with just standing around talking and suggested a game of chicken fight in the pool. Each team consisted of two guys, one sitting atop the other’s shoulders. The man sitting on top had to wrestle the top member of the other team, trying to get him to fall of and into the water. The winner was the team still standing at the end of the fight. We agreed that would be fun, and the festivities were set to begin.

Clint, being a big guy, was one of the guys who had to carry someone else on his shoulders. He looked around, and chose me as his teammate. Clint stood about 6’2, and was all muscle. I guess some guys would describe him as a bull. He was built big, and his muscles were huge. Big beefy pecs, biceps that stretched every shirt he wore, big round shoulders, and leg muscles that were equally impressive. Covering all of that was a soft layer of bulk that just made him seem even more imposing. The only thing that kept Clint from being intimidating as hell was his kind face, easy smile, and fun-loving personality. He was a great guy, and being neighbors, we had also become pretty good friends.

The other team paired up for round one as Clint and I moved toward each other. I’m shorter and smaller than Clint, standing at 5’11. I weigh in at 175, keeping my body toned and trim. I’m not a small guy, but Clint probably outweighed me by 80-100 pounds. Our size difference and his strength were proven when he moved to get me on his shoulders. Rather than try to swim under me and lift me up the way the other team was doing, Clint just grabbed my waist, turned me around so that my back was to him, and then lifted me up and set me on his shoulders, much like any dad would do when setting their toddlers on their shoulders. I was taken aback at how effortlessly he had lifted me. He settled me securely on his wide shoulders, grabbed my legs snuggly under his arms, and we were ready for the game.

The first round didn’t last very long. I managed to push the other guy off his partner’s shoulders in about 30 seconds. Resting between rounds while the next team prepared, Clint was handsy with my legs, rubbing them and patting them while congratulating me on a great first round. At one point, he moved his hands up and held my thighs, squeezing them and thanking me for being his partner. None of his actions surprised me, though, because Clint was always a touchy guy. He regularly put his arm around my shoulders when he would walk up to say hello, would bro hug when he saw me, and even kept up his high school football antics of slapping guys on the ass like jocks are known to do.

The problem I discovered, however, is that this prolonged contact with his muscular body, the way he had manhandled me lifting me on his shoulders, his touching of my legs and thighs, and his masculinity combined to affect me unexpectedly, and I found myself getting aroused. I was throwing a boner, that he could surely feel since my crotch was pressed against his head. I couldn’t believe this was happening! I’m straight, and have never even thought about another guy sexually!

Thankfully, the next team got ready, and round two began. We again quickly defeated our opponents, and as they were the only other team, we were declared the reigning champs of backyard pool chicken fight. After walking around with me on his shoulders in a celebratory lap around the pool, during which I felt myself getting hard again, Clint finally moved to let me down. Instead of lifting me, though, he dropped down into the water and swam out from under me. When he surfaced in front of me, he grabbed me in what looked to the rest of the guys as a celebratory bro hug. However, while he hugged me with one arm, he used his other hand to grab a fistful of my ass while his leg moved between my legs and rubbed against my hard cock. He pulled back, smirking and said, “Thanks man! I enjoyed that too!” Then he moved off to the side of the pool to grab his beer. I moved over to the side as well, resting and begging my boner to subside. It finally did.

We had a great rest of the afternoon, and around dinnertime we all headed home. When we got home, Trish heated up a pizza while I ushered the kids through their showers. After dinner, I was hanging out in the family room, watching TV, when my phone buzzed with a text message. Clint’s name popped up on my home screen, and I opened the message. It read: “I need help with a quick project. Can you come over and meet me in my garage?” I replied that I could.

I told Trish that Clint needed help, and walked next door. They had a detached garage at the back of their driveway that served as Clint’s workshop for various projects he had going. Sometimes it was a woodshop, sometimes it was a mechanic’s shop, and most of the time it was his man cave. I was envious of his shop, and often told him.

When I got there, one of the garage doors was open, and I walked in. Clint was there, messing around with some odds and ends. “What’s up?” I said by way of alerting him to my presence.

“Hey, bud!” he replied as he turned to greet me. Typical Clint, he walked to meet me and grabbed me in a bro-hug, like we hadn’t just spent the entire afternoon together.

“What are you working on?” I asked.

“It’s upstairs,” he replied, as he led the way to the stairs in back that led to a loft storage area over the shop. I followed him up the stairs and into the dimly lit storage area. When we reached the top, he turned stepped close into my personal space. I took a step backwards, feeling my back press against the wall. Clint followed me, standing just inches in front of me, his presence pinning me against the wall. “Dude!” I said. “What’s going on?”

Clint placed his hands on either side of me, keeping me in place as he kept staring into my eyes with an intensity I’d never seen before. He was literally surrounding me, and my senses were on overdrive as I inhaled his clean masculine scent and felt his much bigger presence. I truly was intimidated, and I had the thought as we were standing there, “He smells so good!” What the fuck? I’m a straight man! Why am I noticing that he smells good? At the same time I realized that my dick was getting hard. I was getting aroused again just being in his presence.

Finally he spoke. “We need to talk about today,” he said. “I noticed how excited you got by my body today, and I thought maybe it was time to explore that more!” Then, moving to press himself against my body, locking me between himself and the wall, he moved in and kissed me, pressing his lips against mine in an aggressive attack. More shocking than this turn of events was the fact that I found myself responding, kissing him back and moving my hands over his arms and onto his shoulders.

Finally, the voice in my head that was screaming “This isn’t right!” got through to my brain, and I pushed back against him, breaking the kiss. “Clint, man, I admit that I got hard today, but I can’t do this! I’m straight, I’m married, I’ve got kids…” I trailed off as his hand grazed over my hard cock. He smirked that same smile as earlier today and said, “Your body says you’re into this.” As he held me against the wall and touched me all over, I could feel my resistance fading. He grabbed my T-shirt and lifted it over my head and off, then removed his as well, his legs keeping me pinned against the wall. Then he attacked my mouth again. I couldn’t stop my hands from running all over his massive muscles, touching him all over his torso and feeling the strength of the muscles beneath his skin. He was starting to sweat, and the force of his strength, the smell of his pheromones, and the way he had me under his control were overwhelming to my straight married man persona.

Once he could tell that I stopped resisting, he pulled back slightly, bent down, and picked me up, throwing my smaller body over his shoulder. I was hanging down his back, looking at his round ass and powerful legs, wondering why in the hell I was so turned on in this situation. I felt so weak as he carried me, like I couldn’t resist his power and masculinity. Sensing my sexual confusion, Clint posited as he was carrying me across the storage area: “I think what really gets you turned on is me manhandling you. You are attracted to my strength, and you are turned on because I’m making you submit to me by my sheer strength.” Maybe he was right. I sure as hell was turned on.

He arrived at an old mattress that was laying on the floor of the storage area, and unceremoniously dumped me on the mattress, standing over me with a sneer of lust and power. He reached down and pulled my jeans down and off my legs, then repeated the action with my underwear. I was now lying naked on his old mattress, waiting for his next move. He dropped his pants and underwear as well, and stood before me in all his glory. His cock was just as scary big as the rest of him. I remember wondering, “How in the hell does Sonia take that thing?” He must have been 9 inches long, but as thick as the beer cans we had been drinking from that afternoon. I shivered with fear at what he planned to do to me with that thing!

He didn’t give me long to stare at him. He dropped down on his knees between my outstretched legs, then covered my body with his own, bringing his lips to mine again as we began making out while I lay submissively under him. He kept subtly moving to widen my legs, until I naturally spread them in a heat of lust, wrapping them around his powerful waist. This action served to move his cock into position, touching the rim of my hole. Fireworks went off inside me and I unintentionally groaned at the pleasure. No one had ever touched my asshole before, and this feeling was beyond what I could have imagined.

He leaned up on his elbows and his smile was infectious. “I guess you’ve never had someone play with your ass before?” he asked. “Never!” I answered.

“Well, if you liked that, then you’re going to love this!” He didn’t give me time to process what that could even mean. He raised up, grabbed my waist and basically flipped me around so that he could set me up on my hands and knees. Before I know what he was doing, I felt his breath on my hole, and then his tongue began an all-out assault on my ass! Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined a pleasure this good. If he had asked me to leave my family and marry him, at that moment, I would have! I didn’t ever want his tongue to leave my hole.

I groaned and moaned and writhed under his ministrations. I couldn’t get enough. I could feel him pressing his tongue in and adding spit to my hole. I guess in theory I knew where we were headed, but I didn’t care. The pleasure was too great. Before long, he added a finger, then a second one, pressing them in and out while alternately returning to eat me out. I felt like a whore as I heard the sounds I was making.

While he kept working my hole, I heard a bottle cap pop open and the squirting sound of liquid. I rightly guessed that he was applying lube to his cock. He also pressed the lube bottle against my hole and squirted some in. Then, I felt him move up behind me and without giving me time to think or protest, he pressed in hard, resulting in the head and about two inches of cock popping into my hole. The pleasure I had felt turned to instant pain, and I screamed out. Luckily for us both, he had anticipated my scream and had covered my mouth with one hand, so the sounds I made were muffled. His hand on my mouth also served to hold me in place, so I couldn’t get away from the baseball bat trying to invade my ass.

He gave me a minute to relax before I felt him start moving forward. He was as gentle as he could be, but insistent, reminding me to relax and telling me how much I was going to love it once he was in. I wasn’t so sure. It took him about 10 minutes to get balls deep in me. I felt full, and my ass was burning. Eventually, though, I started to feel the pain easing. The first time he started to pull back, I felt him graze something in me that I could tell was going to be pleasurable eventually. At some point in his entry, I had fallen onto my stomach, and he had come down with me. He was laying on my back, and slowly began an in-and-out motion that became more and more pleasurable with each stroke. Sensing that I had stretched and was beginning to enjoy his fuck, he picked up speed. Within another 5 minutes I was feeling the full strength of his body and he fucked me mercilessly. With his increased thrusting, his verbal assault started too. “Yeah, take that cock!” he growled. “I’ve got my hot little married daddy bud as my bitch!”

For my part, the fuck had gone from intense pain to delirious pleasure. I had no idea that my ass was such a pleasurable place! He kept fucking, and I realized with amazement that I was once again hard as a rock, and the friction of my cock against the mattress as he pummeled my ass had me very close to cumming. But before I could cum, he slowed down his thrusts, held himself all the way in my ass, and then wrapped his arms under me so that we were locked together. He then raised up on his knees, taking me with him, then stood up. The result was that I was held in the air by his arms and dick, fully fucked and dangling off of the strongest man I had ever met. Holding me against him, suspended in the air, I wrapped my legs backwards around his legs and he began thrusting again.

“Yeah, this is where you belong!” he grunted in my ear, his face beside my own. “Little jock married dad needed a real man to put him in his place! I like you dangling off the end of my cock!” I only thought that I was turned on before. Very quickly, under the complete control of this beast of a man, my cock was ready to blow just from his fuck thrusts as he held and supported the weight of my body with his own. His fuck talk only made it hotter.

As he stood there fucking me in mid-air, I had the thought that his dick was so powerful that he was holding me up with it! The intensity of the moment brought me to the edge of orgasm, and I felt myself crest over the top of my orgasm, shooting my cum into the air to fall on the mattress below. Whatever happened in my ass when I came must have been good for him, because he tensed up and increase the speed of his thrusts, yelling, “Hell yeah! Take my load!” I felt his cock spasm, and then a warmth filled my ass as he thrust all the way in and held it there. I was dangling off his cock as he filled my ass standing there, showing all his power over me and in me. It was the single hottest moment of sexual release I had ever experienced.

Once his orgasm was complete, he lowered me down to stand on my own feet, still impaled in my ass. He hugged me from behind, holding himself in me as we both came down from the high of our simultaneous orgasms. As bizarre as this sounds, I felt comforted and protected with him surrounding me, listening to he breathing normalize as he rested his head on my shoulder. Finally, his softening cock slipped from my hole, and then he turned me around and hugged me to his chest, just holding me. Finally, he leaned back, took my chin in his hand and kissed me gently, caring for me, reassuring me as his bottom.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before silently breaking apart and gathering our clothes to redress. He found an old towel to wipe his cum that had leaked out of my ass so I wouldn’t have a wet spot on my jeans. When we both looked somewhat presentable, he finally said, “I enjoyed that! I’m definitely going to have to get you over here some more to work on this project.” I smiled as I nodded, shocked at how much I loved what just happened. We descended the stairs, and I walked out and back through the dark yard over to my house.

As I walked, I pondered what had just happened. Was I angry at him for taking me? No, I realized, I wasn’t angry. In fact, just like this afternoon, his body and presence had very much turned me on. Was I gay? No, I still loved and was attracted to my wife. Was I open to this happening again? Hell yes! Maybe this just meant that we were taking our friendship to a new level.

With that figured out, I went home. I made up some story for my wife about a cabinet that Clint was building. She seemed satisfied with my story explaining the reason I was so sweaty when I got back home. I showered, we went to bed, and I wondered how and when Clint and I would get together again.

To be Continued…

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