"You know what, I'm gonna take the dogs out," I murmured sleepily, my voice cutting through the stale silence of our bedroom. The digital clock on the bedside table cast a cold, blue glow across the room, its numbers blinking a persistent 4:58 AM.
"Again?" my wife, Rachel, asked, rolling over, her eyes still shut tight. "Can't it wait until sunrise?"
But I was already swinging my legs out of bed, the coolness of the wooden floor a welcome contrast to the sticky warmth of the sheets. "They need it and I need it too," I said, my voice a little firmer. The dogs had been restless all night because it was bloody hot, and I knew that once I got out there, the morning air would do us all some good. Plus, I couldn't ignore the low throb of my bladder any longer.
I grabbed the dog leashes from the hook by the front door, slipping into my flip-flops with a soft sigh. The nightshirt was light enough that I didn't bother changing, and I figured nobody would be out at this hour to see me. The house was quiet except for the ticking of the grandfather clock downstairs and the distant sound of a car on the main road.
Misty and Nala, both Cockapoos, were always ready to enjoy a walk, particularly at 5am, knowing full well that the rabbits would still be enjoying the huge lawn that surrounded our home. I had just turned forty-five and was finding the hot nights a struggle, and I wondered if it was an age thing, remembering when I was younger that the heat didn't seem to faze me back then.
Misty and Nala were wagging their tails in excitement as we stepped outside into the pre-dawn air, and the moment the door closed behind us, the dogs bolted ahead, eager to explore the dew-kissed grass. I took a deep breath, letting the freshness wash over me. The world was just waking up, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the faint sound of birds beginning their morning symphony.
We had barely made it fifty feet down the driveway when I heard the distant hum of an engine. My stomach tightened as I realised it was the neighbour's son, Tim, coming home from his graveyard shift. He lived in the house next door, and we often saw each other in passing, but this was the first time our paths had crossed so early in the morning, and I hoped he wouldn't pay much attention to my bare legs and nightshirt.
Tim's car headlights swung over us, briefly illuminating the dogs and me before continuing into his driveway. I watched as he stepped out of the car, stretching his tall frame. He spotted us and waved, and I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious.
Rachel had warned me before that my nightshirt was a bit too short, but I had dismissed her concerns, thinking it was just one of her quirks. Now, as the light from his porch spilt over us, I could see his eyes lingering on my legs, and a flush crept up my cheeks.
"Morning, Tim," I called out, trying to keep my voice casual as I whistled to the dogs, who by this time were chasing rabbits in all directions. "You're back early."
"Yeah, had a quiet one," he replied, walking over to the hedge that separated our properties. He leaned against it, his arms folded across his chest. "Couldn't sleep?"
"No, just the heat," I said, tugging at the hem of my nightshirt self-consciously. "Couldn't take it anymore."
Tim chuckled, his gaze lingering on my legs again. "You know what they say, Steve," he said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "The best way to keep cool is to sleep in the buff. Nothing but your birthday suit and a good pair of sheets."
I forced a laugh, the tension in my chest tightening. "Yeah, Rachel's not really into that sort of thing," as I wondered what Tim looked like naked lying in his bed.
Tim was in his early thirties and had the kind of body that came from a combination of good genes and manual labour. His arms were toned from years of stocking shelves at the supermarket, and his chest was broad and firm, hinting at muscles that lay beneath his t-shirt. He was attractive in a rugged sort of way, with a scruffy beard and piercing blue eyes that had a way of making anyone feel like they were the only person in the room.
As we talked, I couldn't help but feel the heat between us growing more than just from the early morning air. His eyes continued to rake over my legs, and I realised that my nightshirt was quite short, revealing more of my thighs than I had intended.
"How far are you walking this morning?" Tim asked.
"Just the usual loop around the fields," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Gives the girls a chance to do their business and get some exercise before the sun's up."
Tim nodded, his eyes never leaving my legs. "You guys have a beautiful place here," he said, his voice thick with something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. "The lawn's always so well-kept."
"Thanks," I replied, feeling a little awkward under his gaze. "Rachel's the one with the green fingers."
Tim leaned closer, his eyes still on my legs. "You know, I've been meaning to ask you if you guys ever need help around the place. I've got some free time on my hands these days, since my parents moved into the retirement home in town, and I wouldn't mind lending a hand."
The offer was innocent enough, but the way he said it made me feel like there was an underlying invitation in his words. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the sudden thrill that shot through me. "Thanks, but we've got it under control," I said, hoping my voice didn't betray my racing thoughts.
Tim shrugged, his eyes finally meeting mine. "If you ever change your mind, just let me know," he said, his voice dropping to a lower register. "I'd be happy to help with anything."
"Anything, Tim? That sounds desperate. Is everything okay? Work okay?"
Tim chuckled, his eyes flickering down to my legs again before meeting mine. "Just trying to be neighbourly," he said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.
My heart was racing as I processed his words. Was he flirting with me? I had never considered Tim in that way before, but the way he was looking at me now was making it hard to ignore the possibility. I felt a stirring under my nightshirt, and I quickly shifted my weight, hoping he wouldn't notice.
"If I didn't know you, I would say that you're flirting with me, Tim."
Tim leaned in closer, his gaze unwavering. "Maybe I am," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "Maybe I've had my eye on you for a while now, Steve."
Oh my god, my cock was coming to life and was starting to tent the front of my nightshirt. I tried to ignore it, hoping Tim wouldn't notice, but the bulge grew more prominent with every passing second. I could feel the fabric strain against my swelling erection, and it was all I could do not to reach down and adjust myself.
"Look, Tim," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "I appreciate the offer, but I think we're good."
Tim's smile never wavered, and his eyes remained fixed on the growing bulge in my nightshirt. "You sure?" he said, taking a step closer to me. "I could show you a few... techniques to stay cool that might help you sleep better."
I swallowed hard, my mind racing with thoughts of Rachel and the distance that had grown between us in the last few months to physical intimacy. Our love life had become as predictable as the plot of a daytime soap opera, and the excitement of our early days together was nothing but a distant memory. The way Tim was looking at me was anything but stale, and I twigged why Tim remained unmarried.
"Techniques?" I echoed, my voice hoarse.
Tim nodded, his gaze still locked on the growing bulge in my nightshirt. "Yeah," he said, his eyes darkening with desire. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve that could help you out."
"I suspect Rachel wouldn't appreciate your techniques, if I'm reading the conversation correctly, Tim."
"She wouldn't have to know, Steve. It would be between us if you get my meaning."
Tim's voice was a seductive purr that made my heart skip a beat. "But let's not worry about Rachel right now," he continued, taking another step closer. "Let's just focus on you and what you need to cool down."
The dogs had stopped chasing rabbits and were now sitting at my feet, panting and watching us curiously. My cock was now at full strength, a damp patch forming on the cotton fabric where it was tenting the material. The coolness of the morning air was doing nothing to alleviate the heat that was building between my legs. I could feel the fabric sticking to my skin, and my body was begging for relief.
"I don't know, Tim, it sounds way too risky."
Tim took a step closer to me, his eyes still glued to the prominent bulge in my nightshirt. "It's early," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Nobody's going to be out here except for us. The only risk you face is remaining like that and walking around having ignored the urgency to deal with it."
My heart was hammering in my chest as his words sank in. The thought of being caught was terrifying, but the thrill of the forbidden was like a drug, making me want to take that leap. Rachel had become more and more sexually distant lately, and the passion between us had dwindled to almost nothing. Here was a chance to feel alive again, even if it was just for a moment.
"I don't know, Tim," I repeated, my voice wavering. "It's just..."
Tim reached out and placed his hand on my arm, his touch sending a jolt through my body. "You can trust me, Steve," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "I've fancied you for a long time, and I can see you want it, from the very damp patch on your nightshirt."
I looked down at the tent that had formed, and back into Tim's intense gaze. His eyes were filled with a hunger that was impossible to ignore. With a trembling hand, I reached out for Tim's hand, allowing him to gently pull me through the hedge that divided our properties.
"Promise to be gentle with me, Tim. I've never done this before."
Tim's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting in the soft light of the early dawn. "You're safe with me, Steve," he murmured, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "I'll take care of you," as he took my hand, leading the way around the side of his house, the dogs trotting obliviously beside us.
Once we were out of sight, Tim abruptly stopped and pushed me against the wooden railing of the porch, his hands sliding gently up my thighs. My breath hitched, and I felt a wave of excitement wash over me as he stepped closer, his body heat seeping into me. The cool wood of the railing pressed against my back, sending shivers down my body.
His touch was surprisingly tender as he traced the line of my thighs, his fingers moving higher and higher, until they reached the hem of my nightshirt. He tugged at the fabric, inching it up my legs, exposing my erection to the warm air. I gasped, my heart racing, as his eyes raked over my exposed skin.
Tim's gaze was intense, his breath warm against my neck. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Do you want this, Steve?" he whispered. "Do you want to feel alive again?"
I nodded, unable to form coherent words. His hands continued to move upward, his thumbs circling my waist under the cotton fabric. He then pulled his hands out from under the material and started to undo the few buttons at the top of my nightshirt, pulling the material over my shoulders, allowing the whole nightshirt to fall onto the wooden decking, my hard cock springing free.
He took a step back, looking at me with a mix of hunger and admiration at my naked body.
The next few moments were a whirlwind of sensation. Tim dropped to his knees, his warm mouth closing over my shaft. I let out a moan, my hands fisting in his hair as he took me in, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock, teasing the sensitive spot beneath the tip. The sounds of his eager sucking filled the quiet morning air, and I could feel the tension in my body coiling tight.
The world around us faded away as he worked me over, his mouth moving in a rhythm that was both agonizingly slow and yet driving me closer to the edge with every pass. I could feel the wetness of his tongue, the roughness of his beard scraping against my sensitive skin. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced with Rachel, who had never shown much interest in this kind of intimacy.
As the sun began to peek over the horizon, casting a soft glow across Tim's face, I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. My legs trembled, and I leaned heavily against the railing, my eyes squeezed shut as the waves of pleasure grew stronger. "I'm gonna cum," I warned, my voice strained.
Tim took me deeper, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me in place as I bucked my hips, releasing my load into his eager mouth. He swallowed with a satisfied groan, his eyes never leaving mine, a look of pure desire in them.
As the last tremors of my orgasm subsided, I looked down at him, feeling a mix of shock and exhilaration. Rachel had never looked at me like that, never made me feel so wanted. "Wow," I managed to say, my voice breathless.
Tim wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up, a knowing smile on his face. "You liked that?" he asked, his voice a low purr.
I nodded, my legs still shaking. "I did," I admitted, my voice a little hoarse.
He stepped closer, his hand resting on the small of my back, his eyes searching mine. "Do you want more?"
The question hung in the air, thick with promise and laden with implications. Rachel was still asleep in our bed, oblivious to the illicit act that had just taken place. But here I was, panting and exposed, with a man who had just given me a taste of something I hadn't felt in years. I hesitated for a moment, the guilt threatening to suffocate me, but the need was stronger. "Yes," I whispered, the word barely audible.
"I thought you might, Steve," as he started to undo the belt on his trousers.
Tim turned me around and bent me over the railing, his nails scratching my back in a way that was both painful and incredibly erotic. I felt his warm breath on my neck as he kissed and nibbled my ear. His hands slid over my ass, gripping it firmly before he pulled my cheeks apart. The anticipation was maddening, and I could feel the cool wood of the railing pressing into my stomach as my heart raced.
I turned my head slightly to see Tim undoing his trousers, allowing them to slip down his legs. Then I viewed for the first time, Tim's cock pushing the cotton of his briefs. I stopped looking, knowing he was slipping his briefs down as I prepared myself for losing my virginity.
"Here's what I prepared earlier," Tim declared, showing me a tube of lubricant he had taken from his trouser pocket.
The coolness of the lube was a stark contrast to the heat of my skin as he coated his fingers. He slid one, then two, into me with ease, stretching me out with a practised touch. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, the sensation both foreign and thrilling. Rachel had never been one for such explorations, and the realisation of what was happening made my knees go weak.
He worked me open, his movements slow and deliberate, until I was begging for more. "Please, Tim," I whispered, my voice strained with need. "I'm ready.... I think."
Tim chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through my body. "Patience," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He continued to prepare me, his fingers moving in and out in a steady rhythm that had me panting and squirming against the railing.
Finally, when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Tim removed his hand and positioned himself behind me. I felt the blunt head of his cock at my entrance, and for a moment, fear clenched my insides. But then, with one powerful thrust, he was inside me, filling me. I gasped, my eyes watering from the sudden pain and pleasure. The dogs had moved away, no longer panting in the heat but watching us intently, their curiosity piqued by the sudden change in our activities.
Tim began to move, his hips slapping against my ass in a steady rhythm that sent shockwaves through my body. Each thrust was punctuated by a guttural grunt, and I could feel his heart hammering against my back. The world outside of us had come alive with the sounds of the morning, the birds chirping in the trees and the distant hum of traffic on the main road, but all I could focus on was the man fucking me in his backyard.
The sensation of his cock inside me was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and with each stroke, I could feel myself letting go of the guilt and doubt that had been weighing me down. Rachel and the life we had built together felt a million miles away, and all that mattered was the here and now, the heat of Tim's body and the feel of his cock claiming me.
My orgasm built slowly, like a wave rising in the ocean. It started in my toes, a tingling that grew stronger and stronger until it crashed through me, making me cry out as I came all over the porch railing. Tim followed me over the edge, his grip tightening as he emptied himself inside me with a final, powerful thrust.
As we both panted, trying to catch our breath, I felt a strange sense of euphoria wash over me. It was wrong, I knew that, but it felt so incredibly right. And as we pulled apart, and Tim tucked himself back into his briefs, pulled his trousers up, I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one that would be filled with secrets and stolen moments of passion that neither of us could ever tell Rachel about.
I reached down to pick up my nightshirt, my legs still shaking as I slipped it over my head. The fabric clung to my sweat-dampened body, and as it fell back into place, I couldn't help but feel a little bit of Tim's essence lingering on my skin. I looked down at the railing, where a few drops of his cum glistened in the early morning light. The sight of it made me want to drop to my knees and clean him up, to show him just how much his touch meant to me.
But we had to get back to reality, to the lives we led across the fields from each other. "Thank you," I murmured, turning to face him. "I can't believe that just happened."
Tim's eyes were dark with satisfaction, and he leaned in to kiss me, his beard scratching my chin. "It's only the beginning, Steve," he whispered against my mouth, before pulling away. "We'll do this again."
The promise in his words sent a thrill through me, and I nodded, unable to deny the truth of it. "Okay," I breathed, feeling my cock respond to his promise. "But we have to be careful."
Tim stepped back and nodded, a look of understanding crossing his face. "Of course," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "Our little secret."
With that, I called to Misty and Nala, who had been watching us curiously from a few feet away. They bounded over, tails wagging, oblivious to the earth-shattering moment that had just occurred between their human and the neighbour. I managed a shaky smile as I started to walk towards my house, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me and dribbling down my leg.
Back in the house, I entered the bedroom, Rachel's voice echoed out from the bathroom, with the sound of the shower running in the background. "How was the walk, darling?" she called out, her voice muffled by the running water.
My heart pounded in my chest as I paused, the weight of Tim's touch still fresh on my skin. "Okay," I called back, trying to keep my voice steady. "Just the usual and uneventful, but nice to get some fresh air."
Jumping into the shower, the water hit me like a wall of ice, making me gasp. The coldness was a stark contrast to the heat that Tim had stirred within me, and it sent goosebumps racing down my spine. I leaned against the tiles, letting the spray wash over my body, scrubbing away the evidence of our encounter, like I was erasing the last traces of our secret, and Rachel had no idea.
