Being Neighbourly

“Is this okay?” His deep voice whispered in my ear. His cock pulsed once, in reflex to moving slightly after his load exploded deep inside me. My fingers were still buried in his back, clawing into him and not wanting to let go after that orgasm. His blue-green eyes looked into mine and we both stopped moving and breathing for just a second.

“It’s perfect.” I said quietly back, his smile slowly spreading across his face before he leaned over to kiss me.

Why didn’t we do this sooner? Was all I thought as I felt his cock swelling inside me again already.

I had the entire week off for vacation, enjoying the summer with my two youngsters who were only 5 and 3 at the time. I was browning up, tanning in the backyard and showing off my muscled 34 year old physique as I played with the kids. Like normal, I was feeling frisky, having had next to no sex in a while. My wife was always too tired, and I was beginning to think she was simply not interested in me. Mind you, I was simply not interested in her. Problem was, I was more interested in men at this point.

I had hit a dry spell, dumping the hot headed blonde hunk who had used me for rather rough sex, and then ending a torrid affair with a partnered gay guy who wanted me to leave my wife. So here I was, using my right hand for satisfaction lately. I was back fighting that feeling, trying not to suck the first cock I stumbled upon, or bend over for the next hot guy that winked at me. I was trying once again to be a good dad. And a good husband.

We had been living in our house now for almost four years with the same neighbours, the same boring routine of work, with the kids adding a sprinkle of fun and laughter and joy. When my daughter came along, I was good for a while, realizing how much I was affecting my home life with my affair with Bill.

I had met Bill and his partner Ken through a phone sex line, around the same time I had a rather sexually charged encounter with a neighbour down the road. Bill had taken a shine to me, and I to him. When sex with Ian got rough and unsatisfying for me, I started to sneak around with Bill. It got hot – too hot. We managed to keep it a secret for a while. Until he suggested he was in love with me and wanted me to run off with him. I panicked. I wasn’t ready for it just yet, and knowing I was falling for him just as much scared me into a corner. I wasn’t ready. I couldn’t do it to my kids. Instead I swallowed it all down, promised to be good, and stopped seeing Bill, and any other guy completely.

I was still wrestling with my feelings, my sexuality, and my life and as my kids grew, I knew where my priorities were.

“Looking good there neighbour!” I heard the deep voice and the laughter as a big hand waved at me. My son immediately went to the end of our property and started talking to the tall man at the end of the driveway washing his car across from us.

Doug. The straightest man I knew it seemed. He had lived across from us the entire time, casually waving at us, and striking up conversations all the time over the last few years. He was tall, had to be about 6’4 with dark thick hair that looked so good on him, greying at the temples in spots. I figured he was a bit older than me, probably 40 at least. He kept himself in great shape, and had that lean, runner’s build with a big chest and nice sized arms. And an ass to drool over.

Yet not once did I get any vibes. Not once when we were talking neighbour-to-neighbour did I ever get a sense that he was into guys. Me? I noticed everything about him – his big feet, his large hands, his hairy chest, his similar looking blue-green eyes, and his smile that reminded me of a movie star that I just couldn’t quite put my finger on. He was good looking, no question about it, and sexy as hell.

But straight.

At least, so I thought.

“You are working out way too hard there neighbour.” Doug said pausing his car washing glare at me. It was the first time he commented on my body. Although, this may also have been the first time I was only in a pair of shorts and conversing with him. He was dressed similarly, in just shorts, his smooth back and round ass on display for me. If only, I thought, those feelings rising to the surface once again.

He was just my type – married, tall, in great shape, and good natured. He was always happy, always waving, and always ignoring any signals I may have given.

“Yeah, well I’m no runner.” I said, picturing the last time I saw him running by, without a shirt, the sweat plastering the hairs on his chest flat to amplify the boulder like pecs he had. I remembered looking at the dark line of sweat that ran down his cotton shorts, over his curved ass. I had actually licked my lips at the thought of hanging on to his butt.

He turned the hose towards me and gave me a little squirt, making Josh squeal in delight and run around in a circle as my three year-old gave him her flirty smile. Just like her dad.

“Where is everyone?” I asked innocently, putting my hands on my hips.

He shrugged his shoulders and gave me a scrunched look. “Out.” Doug pointed the hose at Josh in mock attack, making him screech and run away towards his sister. “If you get a break you should come over for a beer to cool off! Allie home?”

I turned back to my house. Allie was currently cleaning the house, which is why we were all outside. I looked back at Doug, mistaking his invitation as a hint towards Allie. “Yeah, she’s inside cleaning.”

“Then come on over later and we can hang out in the backyard. Everyone’s gone tonight. Bring your suit and we can drink in the hot tub.”

I stared down at his feet, long and nice looking. They had to be a good size 12 or 13. Next to my size 9s, they looked mighty fine. I let my eyes roam up his hairy legs, noticing the definition and muscle as he stood there. He had one hand on his hip, and his ass looked even better the more I stared at it. But I knew he was such a straight guy that nothing would ever happen. He had never invited me over – just me. We had been in his backyard as couples a few times, but nothing more. So I’m not sure why I said yes.

As neighbours, we had hung out on the street, or casually wandered over to their backyard, or him and his wife and kids had wandered over to ours. They were great people, and our street was becoming that sort of community where everyone was friendly. Doug was the only guy that was remotely attractive. In truth, he was hot. But I never thought in a million years he had any desire for another man. Mind you that’s what I thought about Ian, and that man fucked me into the mattress like he was gay.

I heard my daughter’s laughter pierce through the air and I turned to see Josh chasing her around our front yard. “I better go.” I said, giving him a look that said what are you going to do?

He nodded, and held his stare a bit longer than normal. “Come over anytime after the kids are in bed. I’ll be in the back hanging out. Just come around.”

I noticed his lingering look and nodded back, giving him a quick smile. “Sure thing.”

“Thanks Brian.” He simply said and then turned back to his car to start washing it again as I moved away, giving a quick look over my shoulder to see his rippling muscular back in the sunlight. And that bubbled ass for all the world to notice wasn’t too hard to look at either.

I turned away when I felt my cock hardening, trying to keep myself at bay as I rounded up the kids and headed for our backyard. Living on the corner lot we had a large lawn. And just as I was about to disappear I glanced back over across the street to see my neighbour Doug, holding his hose straight out over his car, looking back at me.

Huh, I thought as I disappeared behind our fence.

I didn’t give it another thought until I started across the street around 8pm, with a six pack of beer and my bathing suit on with a tank top, and a sweater and a towel flung over my shoulder. I gave myself a little chuckle as I imagined Doug coming on to me. We’ve been living across the street for four years now, and the thought of him coming on to me was almost absurd. But still, he was a hot guy…and I wondered if I would be the one to come on to him.

I pushed open the gate that was left unlocked and could hear music playing around the back of his house. I gave a little hello and his deep voice loudly answered to come on around.

Doug was just getting up from his chair at the outdoor dining table, a bottle of red wine and two glasses sitting on the table. He had on a pair of board short style swimshorts and an old Corona white tee shirt. I held up the beer as he pointed to the wine.

“I felt like wine tonight.” He smirked at me. “You want some?”

I nodded, relieved that I didn’t have to drink beer. Wasn’t my favourite, and I was convinced I was allergic to something in it. But to be manly, I could never refuse one if offered. Much like dick.

“Would love some. You can save this for another night.” I slid the beer on the table as Doug poured a glass for me. He seemed quieter than a few hours ago, and his smile wasn’t as wide as it was earlier. His backyard was filling in nicely, having planted a slew of trees around his professionally landscaped property. The hot tub was off to the side of the house, and half of the yard was covered in a stamped concrete area for lounges and his large umbrellaed table and chairs set. Doug was barefoot, and sat across from me as he held up his glass.

“To a quiet night. Just us guys.” He said before taking a drink. The wine was strong, flavourful. Tasted expensive.

We settled into casual conversation, talking about work, our families, and the neighbourhood when he finally announced that we should go into the hot tub to relax. I watched him peel off his shirt, revealing that sexy hairy chest of his, his big pecs bouncing as he walked. His abs were flat, his body lean. Jogging was paying off for him as it slimmed down his waist, enhanced his ass, defined his legs and just made him look fucking amazing. I caught myself staring as I watched him move to uncover the hot tub.

I jumped up when I realized I was practically drooling over him, and pulled my tee off and went to the corner of the house and waited. I had worn my bathing suit, and was now regretting it as I struggled to calm my growing dick. He returned with the bottle and our glasses and winked at me. “Get in. I’ve got these.”

I put a toe in and felt the heat hit me. It was hot and I needed a bit of time to get in. At least it calmed my bulge down. I stepped to the side when I was waist deep and watched Doug’s big body step over the side, his nicely shaped feet disappearing beneath the water. I was face to face with his light brown nipples underneath his chest hair, his hands holding the bottle and the glasses. He leaned behind me to set them down, giving me a little look and pausing for a moment. I almost turned to the side and kissed him he was that close.

“You alright?” he said with a grin.

I nodded. “Yeah. Just hot.”

“Well I can’t argue with that.” He winked again, his sly grin creeping over half his face as he moved backwards, keeping an eye on me as he sat down, holding his glass above the water line. I watched his broad shoulders spread as the water rose above his pecs and dance around his neck. He set the glass down and hit a button and the water bubbled to life.

I sat gingerly down ignoring the sting of the hot water and let myself sink to the seat across from him. When our feet hit accidentally, we both jerked them back quickly, giving a little “sorry” each and settled into casual conversation once again.

Until he poured another glass ten minutes in and things shifted.

“So Anna and I had a fight.” Doug said simply. His blue-green eyes looked over at me as he took a swig from his glass. He was looking at me strangely, almost studying me as he spoke over the bubbles in a carefree manner. “She’s gone to her mother’s, with the kids for an overnight. To cool down.” He rolled his eyes and gave me a look. “Whatever.” He downed the rest of his wine and reached over to grab the bottle behind me. As he came out of the water, I noticed the way his chest looked, the small hairs flattened around his pecs, his flat stomach looking like a washboard rack as he leaned forward. And the water pasted his suit to his body, showing off an impressive package between his meaty thighs. He stood straight up and poured more and raised an eyebrow with the bottle in hand. I nodded, and he stood there, staring down at me, dripping wet, looking like a birthday gift for me all wet and muscly as he filled up my glass.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure she’ll calm down.”

Doug scrunched his shoulders. “I don’t care. I needed the break honestly.”

He lowered himself back into the water and when our legs touched lightly he didn’t pull away. Neither did I.

Doug looked at me for a moment and slowly took a drink. I locked eyes with him and saw him raise one side of his mouth a bit before he moved his arms out sideways over the sides of the hot tub. I flashed to a memory of Joe sitting across from me in a tub like this once, over ten years ago. Doug wasn’t as muscled or as big as Joe. But there was something about the way he was sitting, and the way he was looking at me that made my insides flip.

“You okay?” His deep voice seemed to float across the bubbles as he asked me that question. I found myself nodding in response, and felt a bit of pressure against my leg as he pushed his on me.

“Are YOU okay?” I said, copying his form and resting my arms outward.

He stared at me for a moment, and then leaned forward, almost conspiratorially, letting one hand sink under the water. “I’m better than okay. I actually feel kind of free tonight.” He tilted his head sideways and raised an eyebrow and took another swig.

“Oh?” I couldn’t help but lean in a bit too, letting one hand drop between my legs under the water as my other hand held my glass up.

His legs moved, opening up around mine under the water. I could see his thick thighs under the bubbling water, both his knees surrounding mine. I sat up a bit, and my legs opened up, touching both his knees.

He didn’t move them. Instead, he seemed to keep them still, trapping me between him as I sat across from him.

“You ever let yourself go Bri?” He asked, his face looking seriously at me. He was so handsome, sort of like a hotter Matt Damon, his hair wet from the steam, sort of messy now, looking even sexier as he sat there. “Like, just gave in to what you really wanted?”

I actually chuckled and put my glass onto the holder. “All the time it seemed. I can’t seem to fight that feeling I get. But I’m trying to behave.” Must have been the lack of me getting what I really wanted lately, and the wine pulling the words from me. But it seemed like he was listening. Intently.

Doug raised an eyebrow and leaned back again, stretching out both legs on either side of me. I could see his big feet under the water, a good size, just a few inches away from where I was sitting. I looked back up to see him looking at me smiling. His hand was still under the water, near his crotch. I couldn’t tell what he was doing, but he was smiling all the same.

We sat like that for a few minutes, letting that sentence hover, neither one of us saying anything, when he suddenly sat up and set his glass beside mine. Again, he stood up and the water just cascaded down his beautiful body. This time he turned around, and his rounded runner’s ass was close to my face, his suit stuck to it, accentuating the curves of his backside, making it look like it was carved out of granite.

He leaned over the hottub again and grabbed the bottle, emptying it into our glasses and then sat back down, this time beside me rather than across from me. Rather close. He reached his right arm back over the tub so it went back behind my head and he turned to look at me with a goofy grin.

“So when you let yourself go….” He took a swig of wine and then leaned back a bit, letting his head rest on the edge of the hot tub. I felt his knee move over to find my leg and he sort of pressed against it. I was mesmerized by him suddenly, feeling this leg testing me underneath the water as his eyes peered forward. “…what does that look like?”

I cleared my throat and sat up a bit, feeling my cock hardening beside my straight neighbour. The wine was already getting to me, plus the fact I hadn’t had sex with anyone for a couple weeks.

“Not sure what you mean there Doug.” I said with a half laugh.

Doug’s head rolled to the side to look at me and he gave me that winning smile. Fuck he was a handsome man, I thought as I looked into his glassy eyes.

“Well…” He leaned towards me a bit and I felt his hand on my shoulder behind me. “…I’ve seen a couple of guys dropping by when your wife is away and wondered if that had anything to do with you getting what you really wanted?”

I froze for a moment, not sure if this was bait or what. But then his hand squeezed my shoulder ever so softly and his smile softened.

“Cause I know what I really want tonight.” He said it quietly, well, as quietly as he could over the bubbling hot water. I was still staring, my heart racing at the thought of my neighbour noticing Bill or Ian coming by. I hadn’t moved, but noticed his hand left my shoulder and slid behind me, then under the water beside me to take my hand in his. I felt it lifting under the water as he guided it sideways, to his leg. And then to his crotch. And the hard erection in his bathing suit. “So you don’t have to behave tonight.”

I clutched at it, still staring at him. His eyes were on mine, his lips slightly parted. I felt the length of his shaft firmly in my grasp, and I squeezed slightly to make sure I was feeling what I was feeling. I heard a small intake of air as I did, and Doug’s eyes squinted a little bit as his blue-green eyes stayed locked on mine.

“This stays between us.” He said, barely audible over the water. As if in a trance, I watched his head moving towards me, his lips parting more, and the feeling of his wet lips meeting mine in a gentle kiss at first, followed by a louder kiss, before I felt his tongue enter my mouth and his hand on the back of my head pulling me into him.

The heat from the water, the glasses of wine, and the way he kissed me made me swoon. Literally. I closed my eyes instinctively as we started to kiss harder, our mouths seeming to find the right angle as if we were expecting it. I felt my body lift, my heart thumped loudly in my chest as his hand gripped my neck tighter. Our tongues danced, flicking in and out as our lips smacked together, increasing the intensity of the kiss as I clung to his hard cock under the water.

He sat up a bit, and I moved with him, letting my hand release his thick rod momentarily as I slid my hand down his swimsuit and found his cut cock longing to be held. He was thick, about my size, a good fistful. His cock throbbed in my hand, pulsing like mad. His hips moved with my hand, enjoying the sensation. He reacted in the kiss, breathing in through his nose and kissing me more intensely. When he moaned, I did too.

“Oh my God.” He breathed out as I pulled at his shorts under the water. Doug lifted his ass up and let his suit be pulled down by my hand. I could see it under the water, straight, hard, looking like a nice piece of meat. And then he stood up, letting his dick stick straight out as the water cascaded down his hard body.

I shifted in my seat, and grabbed his waist, turning him towards me as I moved my lips to that perfect looking cock. His cock was hot from the water, matching the temperature in my mouth. He looked down at me, taking his dick deep, letting out another moan as he watched me expertly suck him back. His hand moved again to my head, and held me there, letting me suck him until he pulled me off, and then up to kiss him again.

Our bodies came together, wet, steamy, my bathing suit trapping my own hard cock. I felt his on my stomach, still hard and pulsing as he held me by the arms and kissed me hungrily.

Then he pushed me off him, holding me at arms length, staring at me. “Are you okay?” His mouth was hanging open, his cock still hard and pointing at me, his fingers digging into my biceps as he stared into my eyes.

I nodded. “Yeah. I am.”

I heard him breathing, almost panting. He licked his lips, as if contemplating what to do next. “I’ve thought about this for a long time.” His eyes roamed up and down my body, his eyes lingering a bit longer at my bulge. I imagined my bathing suit outlining my hard dick and wondered if he liked what he was seeing.

And then he came me again, his lips smacking against mine in another frenzied kiss. He knew how to kiss, and man was I feeling it. After Bill, this was what I was missing. Big time.

“Can we go inside?” I heard him say suddenly. I opened my eyes to see him standing so close to me, almost shivering as the night air hit us. “I want this to be just right.” He said and kissed my forehead. He let go of me without waiting for an answer and grabbed a towel. I watched his naked body step out of the tub, pausing to reach back into the hot tub to retrieve his discarded bathing suit. He flicked the towel open and wiped his face, his eyes coming back to me as he watched me climb out and grab the towel I brought. We stood there gazing at each other as we dried off. Doug wrapped the towel around his waist, his cock still hard as a steel pole and practically protruding underneath the towel as he stepped up to me again and took my head in both hands.

I wrapped my towel around my suit in time as he did, and grabbed both his wrists as he held me. He had thick wrists, and his thumbs were planted on the sides of my face.

“I can’t believe this is going to happen.” He whispered, his nose resting on my forehead. We stayed like that for a few seconds until he kissed the top of my head and then took me by the hand and led me inside.

He didn’t stop until we were upstairs, and in front of his bed. He stopped walking suddenly, and turned to me, still holding my hand, and sat on the end of his bed and pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his head into my chest. He squeezed me tight and then looked up at me.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked me again.

I nodded, letting my hands move through his thick wet hair. His eyes stayed on mine as he moved his hands back around and released my towel. And then his eyes moved down, watching his own hands move up my legs to the drawstring of my soaking wet bathing suit. Slowly, he undid it, and loosened it, pulling it lower, until my hard dick flicked upward in relief.

“Holy fuck.” He moaned, seeing my thick 8 inches appear. I was shaved smooth, making it look even bigger. His big hand moved up my leg as I stepped out of my suit and took it in his grip, squeezing it hard, pulling at it in amazement. “What a big cock you have neighbour.” He growled and opened up his mouth.

I actually let my head turn upward to his ceiling as his hot breath encompassed my tool. My hands moved to his big shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath my fingertips as he started to blow me. He knew what he was doing. This was not the first time he had a cock in his mouth.

“Oh fuuuuucccckkkk….” I moaned out, leaning on him as he started. The sensation of his wet warm mouth overtook me, and I felt my legs shaking as he sucked me back. His mouth didn’t stop, moving up and down, and then under, making sure my nuts got some attention. And then his long tongue was out, teasing my balls, and searching underneath until I was turning around, and bending over as he found access to my smooth ass. Two big hands gripped my cheeks as his tongue probed into my crack, kissing and licking its way to my hole. He was pulling me into his face, making sure he was rimming my ass properly as he held me firm. One thing was for sure: Doug had done this before.

“Can I make love to you?” I heard him ask between lip smacking kisses in my ass. From any other guy, in any other moment, I would have probably laughed out loud at the thought of being asked to be made love to. But here, with this so-called straight neighbour of mine that I had lusted over for the last few years, there was no laughter.

“Fuck, yes please!” I moaned, reaching around to grab the back of his head and push my ass into his face even more. He moaned in my ass, breathing into it, licking it, kissing it and then smacking my bubbled butt with both hands before he stood up. He walked around to the side of the bed, a look of passion on his face as he stared at me, begging me to join him. I moved to the other side fast, climbing onto his bed and finding his big hard body in an instant.

We were locked in an embrace quickly, legs moving together, hands grabbing at each other as our lips came together again. The feeling of his body against mine sent electric shocks through me, turning me on even more. I wanted to melt into him, become one with his body in that moment as he kissed me deeply. He rolled me over, onto my back and let his mouth move away from mine. I felt his tongue lick its way down my neck, over my left pec to my nipple where he lightly bit it, before moving south again. He let his hands follow down my body, enjoying every ripple and bump of my muscles as his mouth kissed its way past my midsection, over my thighs, down my shin to my foot.

I raised my head to watch him go lower. His tongue came out again down the front of my foot as his hands moved together to grab hold of the bottom of my right foot. He raised it to his face, letting his tongue dart out again to the sole of my foot and I resisted pulling away. He moaned, looking over at me with those hot eyes and a wild grin.

“Mmmmm. Such soft feet.” He smiled at me wider and licked the bottom up to my toes and then covered most of them in his mouth, letting his tongue dance in between my toes. I felt my head fall back as he played with it, holding my foot in place before he kissed his way back up my leg.

When he moved back up he spread my legs wide, moving his shoulders under me so that my ass lifted off the bed and his mouth was again at my hole. He lifted me up further, and spit at my ass, tonguing me, probing, making sure I was ready. I held my own legs back, rocking backwards as he continued to enjoy my hole. I felt relaxed and free, as if we should have been doing this a long time ago.

Without a word, Doug moved forward, keeping my legs open, resting on his biceps as his face moved up to mine. I felt his cock poking at my slick hole, Doug’s eyes at mine, searching, as his hips moved. And when his cock head found the heated entrance, he stopped moving, and brushed my lips with his.

“Are you ready for this?” He whispered softly.

I only nodded slightly, licking his bottom lip before biting it gently. I heard him let out a little moan and felt his cock press forward ever so slightly. Pressure hit me as his thick cock tried to push inside my tight little hole.

He moved so slowly, almost imperceptibly, that it was unbelievable to me how he inserted himself inside me. I only felt a small amount of pressure, never discomfort, never pain. Just a slight pressure as his cock head popped past my ring. I inhaled, and dug my fingers into his shoulder. He paused then, momentarily, and gently kissed my lips.

“Open up for me.” He said quietly, and moved forward again, ever so slowly. I remembered breathing in as he did, my ass opening up for him easily. Again, no pain whatsoever as he slid into me. Only when I felt his hips pressing against mine did I realize I had taken him all in.

“Oh my God!” I moaned, moving my hands up to his neck as his forehead pressed down onto mine.

He held himself like that for a moment, moving into me further to make sure I KNEW I had him deep inside me. His hands moved up my arms, pulling them away from his head and pushing them down onto his bed. Those big hands slid up my arms, found my fingers and grabbed them with his, holding both my hands above my head, outstretched as his cock throbbed in me.

“You want me to make love to you?” He asked, hovering over my face again. I was pinned beneath him, his big hard body stretched out over me, my legs hanging over his arms wide, my ass now his. His eyes were wide, looking down into my very soul as his nose brushed against mine. I lifted my chin to find his lips, but he was teasing me. Making me beg.

“Yes. Make love to me Doug.” I panted out.

Like a slow moving piston, he started, grinding over me, pulling his cock back and forth gently, in a very slow moving motion. I was groaning on the first movement and didn’t stop the entire time he was on me. He fucked me like a lover, like someone who had known me for years. He knew the right speed, knew when to slow down, knew when to give a hard thrust, knew how to make me grunt. And how to moan.

His mouth moved over me as he made love to me, finding the spots on my body as if someone had told him. That spot on my neck, or on my left side, or how to grab my cock and squeeze as his pumped in me. I closed my eyes and remembered Tom, Frank, Joe, Brian, Bill….and all the others I thought knew how to fuck me. But this…this was amazing!

“Oh my God YES!” I growled, freeing my hands from his and raking his back. He growled back and arched, shoving his cock into me even deeper, causing me to dig my fingers into him even more. He grinned down at me as if I had turned him on somehow and he started to hump me harder. He wrenched my body sideways slightly, lifting one leg of mine higher and fucked me faster. I was bent in two almost, one leg wrapped around him as he held the other one forward. He leaned into me, his mouth finding mine again and we kissed. Frantically.

“Can I cum in you?” He moaned, his eyes boring into me as he held my leg by his face.

“Fuck yes!” I groaned and found my hands on his butt, squeezing that flesh hard. He let go of my leg and I opened up wide for him. He leaned up, putting his hands on my shoulders, forcing me down on the bed, and drilled my ass furiously. He was going to cum. Now.

My hands slid up a bit as I took it, staring at him, watching him. I wanted it. I wanted him to explode in me. And just looking at him, seeing the look on his hot face, brought me to my own hands-free explosion.

My mouth opened as I felt it rushing upwards and my eyes widened in sheer pleasure. “Holy….!!!!!” Was all I got out as a wave of cum erupted from me and shot out of my cock as he jackhammered my hole. As soon as he saw the first pouring of my cum, he let out a loud moan and then arched deep, slamming his hips into me hard and began his own eruption. Together we bucked wildly, trying to hold on to each other as our bodies shook violently in orgasms. I held my legs around him, trying to make sure his cock buried every drop in me as my own cum spewed all over the place with each thrust. My fingers were so entrenched in his skin that I was sure I was scratching him, making him bleed.

And as we both stopped, and our breathing slowed, he lowered himself on me, trying not to let his larger body crush me. He wiggled into me even more, keeping his still pulsing cock inside me. He let his chest touch mine, squishing my load between us. His hot breath was at my neck, his mouth now at my ear.

“Is this okay?” His deep voice whispered in my ear. His cock pulsed once, in reflex to moving slightly after his load exploded deep inside me. My fingers were still buried in his back, clawing into him and not wanting to let go after that orgasm. His blue-green eyes looked into mine and we both stopped moving and breathing for just a second.

“It’s perfect.” I said quietly back, his smile slowly spreading across his face before he leaned over to kiss me.

“I could make love to you every fucking night.” He whispered into my neck, before kissing me gently. I felt his arms slid underneath me, holding me tight against him as my own arms slid up his sweaty back and I hooked my feet around him.

I felt his body relax on me. There was no weight, just the feeling of this man, my neighbour, who I had been lusting after for so long, holding me tight. And I believed him. That he could make love to me every night. That he WOULD make love to me every night.

He felt so good I didn’t want to move. Ever.