Curiosity killed the cat...
I was working in our backyard when my wife, Linda called out that there was a moving van in the driveway next door. It looked like someone was finally moving into the old Jackson house after months of it sitting empty. We had both been curious to see who would be moving in. The previous owners, Mark and Carol Jackson, had been very good friends of ours, but Mark had received a large promotion that unfortunately required a move to the east coast. We were going to miss them and hoped the new owners would be at least half as good of neighbors as the Jacksons.
While I continued to putter around the yard, I kept my eyes peeled, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever was moving in. When I opened our garage door to roll out the lawn mower, I saw that my wife, in her usual gregarious manner, was introducing herself to our new neighbor and was waving me over to say hello. “Honey, come say hi. This is Ray Babcock. Ray, this is my husband Tom.” Ray was a well-built, handsome man in his early forties with dark hair, an impressive mustache, and a stubbly square jaw. He had a warm smile and shook my hand firmly in his strong grip.
“Nice to meet you, Tom. You must be responsible for all this beautiful landscaping,” looking around at our front yard. “It looks like I have a lot to do to try and catch up.”
I smiled back at him and said, “Thanks, guilty. Nice to meet you Ray, and welcome to the neighborhood.” We chatted for a while, and it turns out Ray was a recent divorcee and would be living on his own in the three-bedroom house. While he had two adult children, they were both away at school and wouldn’t be living with him at this point. I noticed his movers were unloading the van behind him but offered, “I know it’s never fun moving, but let me know if there’s anything I can help with, even if it’s just rearranging or assembling furniture or sharing landscaping tips.”
“I appreciate that, Tom, I may take you up on it.” We eventually let Ray get back to work while I finished mowing our lawn. I caught a few more glimpses of Ray wandering around in his shorts and t-shirt before I was done, and I wondered if he worked out regularly. He really did have an amazing body and seemed to exude warmth and confidence. I was in decent shape myself for someone in their fifties but much leaner than Ray. Whatever he did for exercise or a living was working for him, and I was hopeful that I might pick up some pointers from him along the way. Most importantly, Ray seemed like a decent guy, and my first impressions of him were positive. My wife felt the same and added that he wasn’t too hard on the eyes either. Hmm, okay.
Over the next few weeks, we got to know our neighbor better and had Ray over for a barbecue one evening. We found out that he was a firefighter, so that explained in part his physique. He said they had a decent amount of downtime between calls, and he often used his spare time to work out as they had a good gym at the fire hall. Linda seemed a bit smitten by Ray, but I chalked that up to him being a fireman. Don’t all women love a man in uniform? I had to admit he was a handsome man. While I was attracted to women, I could appreciate another man’s good looks.
We ended up at Ray’s for dinner one night in return and saw what a beautiful job he had done with decorating and settling into the house. He was also an excellent cook, which Ray chalked up to having to take his turn cooking at the fire hall and that firemen were tough food critics, so he had to sink or swim. While Ray was younger and more of a man’s man than my regular buddies, I found myself warming up to him, and we seemed to get along well despite our differences. He was fun to be around and a quiet, respectful neighbor. For a guy that seemed to have everything going for him with looks and personality, we didn’t notice him dating much but figured he hadn’t fully embraced being single again after his divorce.
Ray did have the occasional buddy over, and I assumed they were probably other firemen dropping by for a beer or to hang out. Like Ray, most of his friends were his age or younger and in great physical condition. Otherwise, Ray mostly kept to himself, but he was always friendly with us. While we missed Mark and Carol, we both felt fortunate to have Ray living next door, and Linda seemed to enjoy the firemen eye candy.
Later that summer, we had a power failure in the middle of a heat wave. Apparently, the high temperatures had put too much of a load on our power grid to keep up. With no ETA in sight on when power might be restored, we did what we could to keep cool by opening windows, dressing lightly, and sleeping on the cooler main floor. The power was still off when Linda and I headed off to bed, but unable to sleep with the oppressive heat, I wandered the house in the dark to see if there were any other windows I could open for additional ventilation. Passing by the main floor powder room, I realized I hadn’t opened the window in there yet. The frosted bathroom window was the only window facing Ray’s house, and I couldn’t remember ever opening it. It took a while to unstick, but finally I was able to open it. Immediately, I felt a welcome breeze and paused to enjoy the evening air on my face.
Glancing out the window, I noticed a light coming from one of the spare bedrooms in Ray’s house. The light was warm and flickering, so he must be using candles. The curtains were partially drawn but moved in the breeze with the open window. Just then, Ray passed in front of the curtain, and I caught a glimpse of the side of his torso and hip as he walked by the window, and it looked like he might be naked. Whoa. I wondered what Ray was up to this time of night wandering around his spare bedroom in the nude.
Curious, I watched and listened. With the eerie absence of humming air conditioners, I could hear muffled conversation across the short distance between the houses. Did Ray have someone with him? If so, he must be getting lucky tonight. Good on him. I was surprised it didn’t happen more often given his good looks. While there was only a small gap in the curtains, I’d occasionally get a wider glimpse of Ray moving about the room as the light curtains moved with the breeze, and he was definitely naked. So far, I couldn’t see who he was talking to. As the breeze picked up, I caught a view of Ray’s back and ass as he stood near the window facing the rear of the room. Damn, I knew Ray was built, but his ass was impressive. I felt my cock thickening, thrilled by the voyeuristic nature of the scene in front of me. While I could only see Ray, I pictured some hot babe in the room with him about to get herself some fireman hose. This was like watching my own private sex show.
While I was only seeing a small part of the spare bedroom, it looked like he had a bench covered in black leather against the far wall and a shelf with paddles and handcuffs to the right of it. It looked anything but like a spare bedroom. Did Ray have a sex room? I thought back to our previous visit to his house and remembered that the door to one of the bedrooms had been closed when he gave us a tour, and Ray had said something about using it for storage. Wow, I was immediately jealous that Ray apparently had an actual room for having sex in, and I was dying to see more of what was going on in it.
As I watched, cursing the blowing curtain when it obscured my view, Ray reached for a bottle and squirted something into his palm. Replacing the bottle, he stepped back and reached down just as the curtain shifted, fully exposing his sculpted chest covered in chest hair, all the way down past his 6-pack to a thick 9-10” hard cock that he was greasing up with lube in his palm. Ray was even better built than I had realized as his cut muscles gleamed in the candlelight. I wished I could see the woman he was with to complete the picture. Despite only seeing glimpses of Ray so far, I was as hard as rock as I quietly watched the erotic scene unfold in front of me from across the narrow gap between our properties.
Ray’s hard shaft glistened in the light as he stroked it and spoke to someone out of view. Walking towards the back of the room, I could hear more muffled voices and groaning as I pictured Ray sliding his cock into some hottie’s tight pussy. I wondered what she was lying on, given Ray seemed to be standing up to fuck her. Turning around, I quietly closed and locked the door of our powder room to avoid any embarrassing interruptions from my wife as I pulled my aching cock free from my briefs and started to stroke myself. The breeze had shifted, and I could see the back half of Ray as he faced someone with his hands gripping something in the air. He was thrusting forward clenching his powerful ass as someone groaned out of sight. Was he holding her ankles in the air? Fuck, despite only seeing one half of the show, this was unbelievably hot. The curtain was offering me occasional teasing glimpses but the moaning and grunts were constant as Ray pounded his tool in and out of some lucky woman’s tight pussy.
I heard a sharp slap followed by a low groan. Was Ray slapping someone? Fuck, this was getting kinky. I felt my cock jolt in excitement as I smeared pre-cum around the tip, loving the hot and steamy scenario before me. I heard some more mumbled words, another slap and then a low masculine voice say, “Oh yeah, fuck me. Fuck me, daddy.” My mind reeled as I suddenly realized that Ray had another guy over there, not a woman! I was jerking off watching and listening to Ray have gay sex.
While I was shocked that Ray was into guys, I kept stroking my cock, listening to the slaps and grunts between Ray’s thrusts. While mortified to find out I had been getting off to gay ass fucking, I was still aroused by the sweaty sex and the voyeuristic aspect of it. Straight or gay, they were really going at it by what I could see and hear. Was the guy on the receiving end one of the buddies I had seen visiting? I wondered what it would feel like to take Ray’s big cock up your ass; he was huge! Wait a minute, why was I even thinking that? I gave my head a shake. I had no interest in guys, but whoever was over there was obviously enjoying themselves by the sounds of it. Chalking it up to a healthy curiosity, I wished I could see more as I continued to stroke my pre-cum slicked cock.
While I was only catching occasional glimpses of Ray, I could see his powerful ass tensing with each thrust as his muscles strained in the candlelight. It was such an oppressive humid night that Ray’s skin was covered in an oily sheen of sweat, and I imagined both men were sweating from their aggressive rutting. I could feel myself getting close to shooting a load as I stroked my cock in time with Ray’s thrusts and again, pictured myself on the receiving end of Ray’s big slick cock. What was wrong with me? Maybe not being able to see who Ray was with made me want to fill in the blank with myself? No, that didn’t make sense. I had never had these feelings before, but I put that aside as the pace of Ray’s thrusts increased, not wanting to miss him shooting his load. I heard a loud shout as Ray moaned, closed his eyes, and tilted his head back as he started to thrust hard into his unseen buddy, obviously filling his ass with cum. With the two of them groaning and yelling, I too shot my load against the wall under the powder room window as I silently came gasping for breath. I didn’t understand why the homoerotic scene affected me so strongly, but I couldn’t remember cumming this hard in ages.
I glanced up to see Ray’s face at the window looking out, possibly wondering about the amount of noise they were making as he pulled the curtains closed. Ducking down, I hoped he hadn’t seen me. While the candlelight stayed on behind the curtains, I could no longer see anything, so I wiped myself up in the dark using a wet towel to clean up my spunk from the wall. I couldn’t believe I had just blasted a load watching my apparently gay neighbor fuck some dude. I put it up to the heat, my horniness, and a normal amount of curiosity. Heck, even my wife might have found the scene erotic given her infatuation with Ray, but I had no plans on sharing this experience with her. Pulling my briefs back on, I returned to bed and drifted off to sleep with unwelcome naked images of the muscular fireman next door in my head.
I ran into Ray the next day heading out in his truck, and we exchanged the usual pleasantries with no sign that he had seen me spying on him. I found myself looking more closely at Ray’s body and the bulge in his shorts, having witnessed what he is packing in person. I also started to pay more attention to Ray’s buddies when someone visited and noticed they all seemed to be young, fit, and masculine. To me, none of them looked gay, but then neither did Ray.
I still couldn’t shake the image of Ray banging another guy from my head, and I’d find myself thinking of the partially obscured pounding I had witnessed the other night whenever I was jerking off or having sex with Linda. Inevitably, I would cum harder than usual and I wondered what was going on with me. I had never had any interest in guys. Maybe it was normal to be a little curious? I hoped so. Admittedly, I had even recently watched gay porn on our computer, careful to clear my history afterwards. I was particularly curious about ass fucking and wondered if guys typically enjoyed getting fucked. From what I could tell from my research, they seemed to love it if you can trust the internet. I even lightly played with my ass in the shower, sliding a soapy finger up my hole while I stroked my cock. My finger was nothing near the size of Ray’s big shaft, but I didn’t mind the feeling and ended up shooting a powerful soapy load down the glass door of the shower. I couldn’t understand where this was coming from after just one evening of watching snippets of Ray in action.
I did some online reading, and it seemed to be perfectly normal for a straight man to enjoy a bit of ass play. Armed with this knowledge, I borrowed Linda’s vibrator one evening when she was out. It was only about 4-5 inches long and embarrassing pink, but after liberally coating it in lube, I turned it on before sliding it up my ass as I surfed porn at my office desk. The buzzing action against my prostate felt amazing as I slid it in and out of my hole. While I started with straight porn, I eventually switched to a clip of a slender guy getting fucked by a muscle boy as I rode the small vibrator. I imagined I was getting fucked by the muscle boy and once again, shot a huge load. Fuck. I was okay with exploring ass play but uncomfortable with the gay porn. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t seem to stay away from it.
Knowing that Ray was gay or at least bisexual, I wondered if he found me attractive at all. I was older and not as buff as his buddies, but I found myself working out harder and wearing snug shorts and tank tops around the yard, curious if I would catch Ray’s eye or not. When I caught myself doing this, I’d shake my head in disgust, disappointed in myself. What did I care if Ray found me attractive? I was straight for fuck’s sake, but I guess I was still curious about his lifestyle. If I was honest with myself, I found my new knowledge about our hunky neighbor intriguing and would peek out the powder room window occasionally at night hoping for a repeat performance, but the window and curtains remained firmly closed.
One Sunday morning, Linda was leaving to visit her parents for the day, and we ran into Ray as I was saying goodbye. Ray called over to see if I would mind giving him a hand later on installing a new big screen TV in his living room. He had the mounts installed on the wall but needed someone to help hold the TV while he bolted it in place. He also said he planned on watching some football afterwards, and I was welcome to join him for snacks and beer if I was free.
With no plans for the day, I told him I’d be happy to and would be over in about an hour. Ray thanked me and told me to take my time, as the game wasn’t on for a couple of hours. Linda told me to enjoy myself, probably wishing she could hang out with the fireman herself, as she drove off. After a quick shower, I considered putting on a tank top and some running shorts. Damn, was I debating what to wear given it was Ray? Looking at myself in the mirror, I decided the shorts weren’t too slutty and practical for doing stuff around the house, so I walked over to Ray’s. Mounting the TV turned out to be a bit more complicated than expected when the mounts didn’t align, but with much perseverance and some swearing, we eventually got it installed after about an hour. We were both exhausted from having to hold the heavy unit in place while struggling with the bolts, so when Ray offered me a beer, I readily accepted. We were just sitting down to enjoy the beers with the game about to start when there was a knock at the door.
It was a fireman from Ray’s hall named Luke; I recognized him as one of the buddies I had seen visiting Ray. He was blonde and a bit shorter than Ray but built like a gymnast, wearing a snug bicycle singlet that left little to the imagination. Ray was happy to see him and opened the door wide so he could step into the house. “Hey Luke, good to see you. C’mon in. This is my buddy from next door, Tom. We were just sitting down to watch the game on my new big screen and drink some beer. You’re welcome to join us.” Luke explained that he would love nothing more than to hang out with us, but he had been cycling nearby and punctured a tire after running over some glass. He’d already left a message with his wife to pick him up, but she wasn’t answering her phone as she was probably getting ready. They were supposed to be heading over to his in-laws this afternoon. She hadn’t wanted him to go cycling, but he assured her that he’d be back in plenty of time. Now he was going to be late unless he got a ride home, and his wife was going to kill him. He hated to ask, but would Ray be able to run him and his bike home?
“Sure, man, I’d be happy to. You can check out the TV another day.”
“Thanks, Ray, you’re a lifesaver. Sorry to fuck up your afternoon Tom.”
I told Luke not to worry, I was fine. As I started to get up and they got ready, Ray turned to me, “It’s going to take me about 20 minutes to drive Luke home, but you’re welcome to stay and enjoy the game, Tom. Just save some beer for me, and I’ll catch up when I get back.”
“Sure, sounds great, Ray, thanks. Nice to meet you, Luke.”
Luke waved at me as he walked down the stairs in his bike shoes and loaded his bicycle into the back of Ray’s truck. He must be a serious cyclist given the size of his glutes, thighs, and calves. I was thinking he probably shaved his legs as well, given how smooth his skin was. As Ray jumped into the cab, he told me to make myself at home before driving off with Luke.
Happy to relax with a beer and enjoy a much larger TV than I was used to, I settled into Ray’s comfortable couch. Luke was at least as good-looking as Ray. While he had mentioned a wife, I wondered if he and Ray ever got it on. I felt my cock hardening as I pictured the two studs naked together and wondered if Luke could have been over the night I had seen Ray in his sex room. Even I found Luke’s ass attractive in his tight spandex as he walked to the truck with the fabric of his singlet stretched taut over the giant globes of his ass. I had a mental image of Ray fucking that big ass doggie style while Luke hunkered down and moaned like I had heard the night of the power outage.
Sitting there having inappropriate thoughts about my neighbor’s sex life, I suddenly realized I was all alone in Ray’s house, and I could peek into his sex room if I wanted to. I was dying to see what else was in there given my limited view from the window next door. Ray did tell me to make myself at home, right? At the very least, I could head down the hall to use the washroom and glance in at the sex room. Getting up from the couch, I walked down the hall, stopping in front of the door Ray had said he was using for storage. This had to be the room; it would be in the right spot to be seen from my place. I tried the handle and discovered it was locked. Noticing a key hole in the handle, I realized I wasn’t going to get a look inside but the fact that Ray kept it locked made me even more curious.
Wondering where Ray would keep a key, I glanced around the hall and walked back to the living room. Where would I keep it? I wouldn’t want it far from the door if the mood strikes me. Glancing around, I noticed an ornamental box sitting on a side table in the hall. I reached for it and shook it lightly. Something was rattling inside. Opening the lid, I spotted a lone metal key and dumped it into my hand. Bingo. This was too easy.
Now that I likely had the key to the door, did I really want to use it? Glancing into an unlocked room on the way to the washroom was one thing, but searching for a key for a locked door was obviously an invasion of trust and privacy, and I did value my friendship with Ray. I walked to the front window and glanced out through the blinds at the driveway; still no sign of Ray’s truck. Hmm, he had been gone for about 5 minutes and would be another 15 minutes based on his estimate. Fuck it, I’d take a quick look and be done in another 5 minutes tops with plenty of time to spare.
Walking down the hall with the key in my hand, I carefully slid it into the lock. Taking a deep breath, I turned the key and felt the lock disengage. This was it; I was in. Slowly pushing the door open, I looked into the dim space and was shocked by what I saw. It was definitely some sort of sex playroom. Some items I didn’t recognize, some I could only guess at, but it all looked sexual, and practically everything was covered in black leather. In fact, the room smelled like leather and sex. I felt my cock lurch in my loose shorts, more than a little curious about this side of Ray. I had to see more as I stepped through the doorway.
At one end of the room, beside the window, there was a sling contraception hanging from the ceiling by chains. Checking the sight lines back to my house, this must be where Ray had his buddy when he was fucking him the night I watched. I imagined Luke or another young hunk strapped into the sling on his back while Ray gripped the chains and rode him hard. My mind was working in overdrive as I pictured myself in the same position with a hard, naked Ray standing between my legs, lubing up his thick cock. Why did I keep imagining myself on the receiving end of Ray’s cock?
I walked around the rest of the room looking at a vertical cross with handcuffs, some sort of fuck bench, a massage table with a hole for your face and your cock, and various paddles, masks, handcuffs and devices hanging on the wall. There was more in the room but I gravitated back to the sling thinking about what I had witnessed the other night. The sling itself was made out of thick black leather with 5 chains attaching it to the ceiling, 2 for your feet, 2 for your hands, and 1 at your head where there was a black leather pillow. I wondered what it would feel like to be on your back on the suspended surface. My cock was rock hard as my imagination went into overdrive. Did I dare climb up on it to try it out? Part of me wanted to see what it felt like to be suspended in such a vulnerable position. I pictured myself spying on Ray in the future from our powder room window while he fucked someone in the sling and how hot it would be to know that I had been in the same position at one point.
I couldn’t stop thinking of Ray’s big cock and how he had lubed it up standing right where I was standing before fucking his buddy in the sling. With my heart beating quickly, I turned my back to the sling and reached up to grip the chains, hauling my butt up onto the leather edge. I carefully lowered myself until I was lying horizontally on my back with my ass perched on the edge. My virgin hole was at the perfect height for Ray to fuck me if he were here. I was amazed at how comfortable the sling was as I rested my head on the comfy leather pillow and felt the swing sway slightly from the sturdy chains.
Looking up, I could see straps hanging from the chains to place your hands and feet in. My cock was oozing pre-cum as I imagined myself secured to the straps. Reaching upwards, I slid my hands through the straps, grabbing two metal bars that looked like they were meant to hold onto. As I wrapped my hands around the grips and supported the weight of my upper body, I felt the leather straps cinch around my wrists. Oh shit, I didn’t expect that to happen. I guess the grips were attached to the adjustable straps somehow. Releasing the grips so I could extract my hands, I was horrified to discover that the straps did not loosen. What the fuck? Rocking my arms, I tried to loosen the straps, but they wouldn’t budge! Pulling at my arms, I tried to force my hands back through the straps, but they were too tight. There must be some sort of release to undo the straps. Horrified by my predicament, I still felt my cock pulse a glob of pre-cum onto my abdomen as part of my mind got off on the fact I was bound to Ray’s sling. Ignoring my cock, I tried to think as I had to get out of this. I couldn’t imagine Ray coming home and finding me not only having broken into his sex room but lying prone on his sling with my cock hard and oozing pre-cum. I couldn’t imagine how awkward this would be when I then heard the thunk of a car door.
Was that Ray? No! What the fuck was he doing back already?! I had to get out of this stupid thing as I violently shook and yanked my arms in frustration. My attempts did nothing more than manage to pull my running shorts down slightly and knock my sandals loose as I rocked in the sling. I looked down in horror as I saw my hard shaft pressing obscenely against my thin nylon shorts. Fuck.
I heard the front door open and Ray call out, “Tom? I’m back. We ran into Luke’s wife, so I didn’t need to drive him home.” I couldn’t bring myself to respond, picturing Ray standing in the front hall with the TV on, wondering where I had gone. How long until he noticed the playroom door open and discovered me? Praying for a miracle, I heard Ray moving around the house calling out, “Tom?” Everything went quiet as I heard Ray’s footsteps coming down the hall. He likely had spotted the open door at this point as I lay trapped in his sling, looking back towards the doorway. I could see his shadow against the wall as he approached the door, and then he stepped through. “Tom?”
Ray was standing inside the door looking at me strapped into his sling with my swollen cock advertising how much this was turning me on. He looked confused and shocked as he tried to absorb what he was seeing. “Uh, Tom, what’s going on? How did you get in here?”
Good questions with no real good answers. I struggled to come up with a reply. “Fuck Ray, I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. Uh, I guess I was curious about what was in here and found the key.”
“You found the key? Hmm. Okay… But what are you doing in the sling?”
I could tell Ray had spotted my hard dick and was looking me over. “Um, I just wondered how these things work and managed to get myself stuck in it somehow. I’m really sorry, Ray, this is so stupid. Can you help me out of here? Please? I can’t figure out how to release the straps.”
Walking toward me but ignoring my request, Ray asked, “How did you even know what was in this room?” Glancing out the window, Ray saw our bathroom window and quickly put two and two together. “You saw something from your house, didn’t you? Was it the night of the power outage?”
“Uh yeah, I was opening the bathroom window for some air, and I caught a glimpse of you in here with someone. I couldn’t see a lot, but it made me wonder what was in this room.”
Walking closer to me, Ray gazed down at my prone figure, smiling and lingering over my bulging shorts, “I thought I saw someone in the window that night. So you saw your neighbor nude and hard and heard someone getting fucked, and you were a little curious? It looks like you are a lot more than curious by the size of the bulge in your shorts, Tom.”
“Um, not really. I was just thinking about what it would be like to use this with Linda, that’s all.”
“Uh huh, sure. I would have thought you’d have imagined Linda in the sling versus trying it out yourself. Are you sure you were thinking about using this with Linda?”
“Yes, seriously, Ray. That’s all it was. I’m really sorry, but can you please let me out of this?” frustrated that he was ignoring my repeated requests to release me.
Ray was standing between my spread legs at the base of the sling, looking down at me. His legs were so close to mine, I could feel the hair on his thighs rubbing against me. Reaching up with both hands, he grabbed onto the two chains holding up that end of the sling. “I don’t know, Tom, I’m thinking you might be enjoying this more than you’re letting on. Your cock is definitely having a good time, and it would be a shame to pass up on this opportunity if that’s the case. I think maybe we should try a quick experiment for both of our sakes.”
“Experiment? What, no way. Fuck Ray, quit screwing around! Just let me loose… please.”
“I will, but give me 5 minutes first, then we’ll both know for sure.”
“Know what? C’mon, Ray. This isn’t funny!” As I yanked once more on my arms in a failed attempt to get loose. What kind of fucking cuffs lock themselves anyways? What was Ray up to?
“Ssh, relax, Tom. I have a feeling you may like this. If not, I’ll undo the cuffs in 5 short minutes, and you can be on your way or get back to beer and football, whatever you want.” I looked up at Ray with my emotions in turmoil as he towered over me. This was closer than I liked to admit to some of my recent fantasies, but I never expected to find myself in this position in real life. Ray was right about one thing: my cock was loving this. “Okay, let’s remove these for starters,” as Ray reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shorts, sliding them down and off my legs before I knew what he was up to. I was now secured to the sling by my wrists and completely naked other than my T-shirt bunched up above my abs.
“Ray, what are you doing?! I’m not gay, dude.”
“I know, Tom, you’re just a little curious. That’s cool. I just want to see how curious. By the way, that’s an impressive slab of meat you’ve been hiding away,” he said as he lifted up my swollen cock in one hand, admiring its heft before letting it slap hard back against my abs. I’ve always thought you were kind of hot, and you’re even hotter undressed.” I was still hoping Ray would let me loose, but part of me was getting off on being at Ray’s mercy.
Once again, Ray moved deftly, grabbing one of my legs and placing my foot in a longer strap with my leg bent and secured at the knee to the chain. As I struggled, he did the same with my remaining leg and suddenly I had both my arms and legs cuffed securely with my bare ass exposed and poised on the edge of the leather sling seat. I had no doubt about what Ray did to people in my position in this room, and there was no way I could take his big cock. “Ray, you need to let me loose. Seriously, just undo the straps, and I’ll leave. No one needs to know about this.”
“Know what, Tom? That you broke into my playroom because you were curious and managed to somehow lock yourself into my sling while you waited for me to come home with your big hard-on practically bursting from your shorts. Have you not heard the adage about curiosity killing the cat?” Raising an eyebrow, he gave me a questioning look. “I personally admire curiosity in a person, and I’m not mad at you for breaking into my playroom; hell I appreciate the gesture,” as he pulled off his t-shirt and slid off his shorts, letting his thick, rigid cock loose. I looked down between my spread legs as my hunky neighbor stroked himself while looking me over like a buffet dessert table. He was in complete control and loving it. “Relax, Tom Cat, you’ve only got 4 minutes left.”
Kneeling down at the base of the sling, Ray reached up for my rigid tool, wrapping his meaty paw around the shaft and head and greasing up my cock with the liberal amount of pre-cum oozing from the tip. I couldn’t help but let out a soft groan after being hard for so long. The volume of my groaning increased as Ray leaned forward and buried his face under my balls, licking and slurping at my asshole. I was completely at his mercy as he pressed his tongue into my puckered hole, stretching the rim wider. Ray hadn’t given himself a lot of time, so he wasn’t wasting any as he explored my ass with his talented tongue while stroking my cock as I rocked in the sling. Despite my protests, it felt fucking amazing, and to be honest, that much hotter knowing I had no choice in my current predicament. Ray seemed to know me better than I knew myself. I felt vulnerable and exposed with my arms and legs extended and secured to the chains while Ray gripped the sling and pulled my ass into his face and devoured my hole. My recent gay-oriented fantasies were playing out in real life as my younger neighbor took charge.
Standing up, Ray reached for a bottle of lube and squeezed a healthy dose onto his thick cock. Reaching up to grab the chains near my legs, he maneuvered the sling until the greasy, bulbous head of his cock was resting near my virgin entrance. “You know, Tom, I’ve always thought you were a handsome man. Had I known you had any interest in other men or kink, I would have been all over you way before now.” While he talked, he was moving the sling and guiding my puckered hole around the slick tip of his cock while he stood in one place. Whether I wanted him to or not, he was using my hole to tease his rigid tool. I realized my cock was harder than I could ever recall as I pumped a small pond of pre-cum onto my abs. It felt like Ray was producing a fair amount of pre-cum as well as the slippery head of his tool pushed and prodded at my tight hole. My ass was loving being teased, and Ray knew it as he watched my face.
Glancing at his phone Ray said, “Oops, time’s a-wasting. We’d better pick up the pace or we’re going to hit the 5-minute mark too soon.” Ray leaned forward to grab something from the shelf beside me, sliding his ridged cock head across my puckered hole and up under my balls. He had a small brown bottle in his hands as he opened the cap and held the bottle up to my nostril covering the other one with his hand. “Here, take a big whiff of this. They’re called poppers, and it will help. Trust me, Tom, you’ll like it.”
Locked into the sling with the tip of Ray’s cock pressing insistently against my hole, I briefly considered before inhaling deeply, hoping this would help with the inevitable. Ray switched nostrils telling me to inhale again and hold my breath. I realized at that point that I had completely accepted Ray’s control over me and I felt a sense of relief. Ray seemed to notice my internal realization and nodded at me, “That’s a good boy, Tom. Daddy’s going to take good care of you.” Deftly placing the cap back on the bottle and returning it to the shelf, Ray gripped the chains of the sling and pulled me towards his hard shaft. “Now exhale, baby.”
Releasing my breath, I felt a rush come over me as my cock lurched and my asshole spasmed around the greasy head of Ray’s rigid dick. Ray was dragging me onto his cock as I felt his thick head breach the ring of my ass. Oh fuck. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as his fat rod slid deeper into my tight hole while my heart pounded and my nerves buzzed. This was much better than my finger. I rolled my head backwards groaning as Ray gently but steadily slid me onto his shaft. His cock was at the perfect height for the sling, and I now knew why I had heard so much groaning when I had spied a similar scene from across the walkway.
“That’s it, Tom, take my big cock up your hot ass. You’re doing great.” Ray pulled me towards him until I felt his balls press against my crack. I had my neighbor’s entire dick buried in my virgin ass, and it felt amazing. I looked up at Ray in awe as his muscled form leaned over me. It felt surreal that the beefcake next door that my wife and her girlfriends had been lusting over for the last few months was fucking me. “We’re almost there, buddy, just 3 more minutes. Take one more snort,” as he held out the bottle. Ray seemed to be giving me a chance to adjust to his thick girth, but I wanted more, so I greedily snorted the magic fumes and gripped the handles, ready for anything.
“Are you ready, Tom?” I nodded at Ray while his cock throbbed in my tight hole. Since that night when I first watched Ray fuck his buddy, part of me knew that I wanted to feel his cock inside me as well. I wanted this hot fireman to own my ass and make me shout. I was completely getting off on being bound and under the control of my next-door neighbor. This felt so right. “I need to hear you, Tom. What do you want? C’mon, you can say it.”
Wanting it so badly but kidding myself up to this point that I didn’t have a choice in my current predicament, I gave in and said, “Fuck me, Ray, fuck me hard. Fill me with your big cock and shoot your load in me.”
“That’s it, that’s what I wanted to hear. Hold on tight, Tom Cat,” as Ray grabbed the chains in his powerful arms and started to push the sling back off his cock before allowing gravity to swing me back onto his thick shaft. The momentum of the sling was riding my hole up and down Ray’s shaft with minimal effort on his part. I was moaning continuously as Ray expertly maneuvered the sling, slamming the thick length of his swollen cock deep into my ass. “Uh… oh yeah. Fuck, fuck, fuck… fuck me.” My tool was bouncing on my abs like a floundering fish as Ray aggressively pounded my tight hole. I couldn’t believe I had waited until my fifties to feel a hard cock in my ass. I knew this wouldn’t be the last time. With each thrust, I could feel myself moving closer to orgasm as Ray fucked me raw with his slippery cock.
“Time. That’s 5-minutes Tom. Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no! Fuck me… Don’t stop!” I groaned as Tom continued to destroy my hole.
“You got it, Curious Tom,” as Ray widened his stance and gripped the chains near my knees using his arms to shove the sling away from him until just the tip of his cock remained in my hole, before it would swing back, slamming his prick into me balls deep. I realized I was moaning continuously as Ray rode me. I didn’t care if I ever got loose from this sling; I belonged here, and I never wanted my first ass fucking to end.
“Hey Ray, you around?” Ray paused with his cock buried in my ass as we both turned towards the open door to the playroom. Was that Luke? What was he doing here? “Great news, my mother-in-law is sick, so dinner was called off. I thought I’d join you guys after all. Where the fuck are you…?” Damn, I wanted Ray’s pounding to continue, but was I panicking about being discovered by Luke.
Ray casually called out, “Hey buddy, we’re back here in the playroom. Your timing is perfect.” As Luke walked into the room, Ray seemed completely comfortable with having his dick buried in his neighbor’s hole. I also noted that Luke seemed to be no stranger to the playroom.
“Whoa, you guys don’t waste any time? How did you get Tom in my sling?”
“Believe it or not, I found Tom here stuck in the sling when I got home. I’ve been putting him through the paces since, and he’s been taking my cock like a champ. I think he’s no longer curious about whether he likes cock, isn’t that right, Tom?”
As I watched this exchange between Ray and Luke, Ray let the sling swing back, driving my hole onto his cock, “Umph, fuck yeah.”
“See, I told you. He caught a little bit of our performance the night of the power failure and got curious.” So it was Luke that night. My cock throbbed thinking about Luke’s smooth muscular body strapped into the sling with his big bubble ass poised for a pounding.
“That’s awesome, Tom. I just have one question: can I play?”
“Of course. You don’t mind, do you, Tom?” Shaking my head while Ray resumed thrusts, he turned towards Luke. “I think Tom would like to taste his first cock buddy; why don’t you lose some clothes and help him out?”
“On it!” Luke eagerly responded as he stripped off his shorts and t-shirt and walked half-hard to the other end of the sling. Reaching up to the chain supporting my head, he released it, allowing my head to drop backward with my mouth inches from his beautiful cock. He wasn’t quite as long as Ray but thicker, and as I guessed earlier, shaved. I cautiously opened my mouth as Luke eased forward, sliding the spongy head into my mouth while Ray continued to fuck my ass.
I could taste pre-cum as Luke’s cock slid deeper into my mouth. Ray and Luke were both gripping the chains of the sling, swinging it back and forth so I’d slide onto Ray’s shaft on one swing before sliding back onto Luke’s cock on the reverse motion. I was getting my fill of firemen meat on both ends and loving it. The only thing that could improve this would be to turn up the heat and light some candles. This is the fantasy my mind and cock had been trying to recreate since that fateful night, and it was a thousand times better than I imagined. I loved being used by these two studs, and I couldn’t wait for them to shoot their loads.
“How is he, Luke?”
“Fuck, he’s really going to town. I think he likes cock. How’s his ass?”
“Oh man, he’s so tight. I’ve wanted to pound this sweet ass since I first saw him cutting the lawn in those short shorts he likes to wear. Do you want a go at him? Are you okay with that, Tom Cat?”
My mouth was full of Luke’s cock, but I mumbled my agreement as I suckled his shaft. As Luke pulled his cock from my mouth, I took a big breath while Luke reconnected the chain so I could rest my head against the pillow again.
“Wait until you feel Luke’s big tool inside your hole, buddy. Luke loves to get fucked but he’s pretty good at giving it as well,” as Ray slipped his thick cock from my hungry hole and stepped back so Luke could stand between my legs.
“Damn, look at that cock,” as Luke grabbed my throbbing tool in his fist and slid the wet tip of his prick across my puckered entrance.
“Wait until you feel how tight he is. Let me grab the poppers; Tom may need them with your fat dick.”
“Ah, good idea.”
As Ray reached for the poppers, Luke’s thick cock prodded at my stretched hole. Opening the cap, Ray held them up to my nose and told me to inhale. Doing the same for the other nostril and then repeating for both, while Luke rubbed some lube on his thick sausage and pressed the head against my puckered entrance. As I held my breath, Ray held the poppers up to Luke’s nose and did the same for him. As he finished, I released my breath and felt a powerful rush shake my body and pump blood into my cock as Luke pushed the tip of his cock inside me. “Fuck… fuck me, Luke.” I could see Luke reacting to his popper rush as he groaned and leaned forward, sliding his thick shaft deep into me. I was well lubed and stretched from Ray, but Luke was definitely thicker. Luckily my ass was completely relaxed from the poppers as he steadily slid forward.
Looking behind him, I could see Ray taking deep hits from the brown bottle while he rubbed more lube onto his cock. As Luke bottomed out in my ass, Ray moved behind him and pressed his dick between Luke’s big, firm glutes. Luke was groaning as he slid in and out of my hole while Ray’s cock pushed into his hole and slid deep inside. I was lying there immobilized by the cuffs on the sling with Luke’s thick girth buried in my ass while Ray pumped his big tool into his buddy.
Luke looked like he was loving being stuck between the two of us as the sling swung from the ceiling. I’d feel Luke thrust into me, but then I’d feel Ray thrusting into him. I never knew when to expect it as the two of them rutted on top of me riding their popper rush. I loved watching the sweaty mass of muscle of the two fit firemen as they grunted and fucked above me while Ray passed around the poppers once again. Luke was playing with my cock in his greasy palm as he slammed into me, and we writhed together, thrusting, grunting, and shouting as Ray’s cock pounded Luke’s hot ass. The volume of our groaning increased as muscles strained and sweaty balls slapped into each other. Fuck…
I think we were all approaching orgasm as the pounding reached a fever pitch and the two hunks strained and flexed. I was worried that the sling might rip from the ceiling as it rocked and violently swung with the weight of the two burly firemen slamming into it. I think I started to cum first with Luke’s beer can of a cock pounding my hole and teasing my prostate as his talented hand edged my aching shaft. Yelling, I tilted my head back as cum blasted from the head of my cock shooting up my chest and splashing across my face. As I pumped into Luke’s slippery hand, I could feel my ass clenching around his thick cock as he grunted and came pumping his load deep into my ass, groaning like the night I first spotted Ray through the window. As he rode his orgasm, smoothly thrusting into me, Ray picked up his pace and started to slam into Luke, forcing him to fuck me hard again. Luke and I were both being overly stimulated on the backside of our orgasms as Ray shouted and began to pump his hot load deep into his buddy’s muscular ass as he rode him like a bronco with Luke’s plump tool still lodged in my hole.
Eventually, the grunting, straining, thrusting, and creaking of the sling slowed to a gentle sway as our orgasms eased off, and we all tried to catch our breath. Luke was leaning over me grinning, with his big cock still wedged in me while Ray hung over his sweaty shoulder with a dopey grin on his face, seemingly exhausted from his energetic rutting. All three of us were covered in cum, lube, and sweat with the scent of poppers and sex filling the air. I loved feeling the weight of these two young studs draped over my prone body.
Ray was the first to extract himself from Luke’s bubble butt before Luke did the same, leaving my hole feeling well used but empty. Ray reached for a stack of towels on a nearby shelf to help clean us up, tossing one onto my cum-covered chest and reaching up to undo my straps. “That was fucking intense. How are you doing, Tom? Any regrets?”
“I feel great. That was so incredible. I can’t wait to do it again… assuming you guys are game.”
“Hell yeah, but slow down, Tom Cat; some of us need to recharge. I think we’re both hoping you’ll become a regular visitor to the playroom. As you can see, there are a few other toys in here that we’d like to introduce you to.”
“I am so up for that; count me in.” Both Ray and Luke helped me up from the sling, wrapping their big muscular arms around me. I couldn’t believe I had landed in the middle of this stud sandwich. They were both hot as fuck as well as sweet guys.
With his arm wrapped around my shoulder, Ray said, “The game is probably over, but how about that beer? We could always watch porn instead of football,” as he smiled and winked at me.
“I was just about to ask what’s a guy gotta do to get a beer around here, but I guess we all know the answer to that,” I quipped.
Laughing, the three of us headed back to Ray’s living room. I was no longer curious about gay sex; I knew without a doubt that I loved cock, and I couldn’t wait for my next sweaty session with these two studs.
Curiosity killed the cat… but satisfaction brought him back.
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