Friendly Neighbor

I apologize that it took so long for me to write this chapter of the story. When I'm writing the story has to flow organically, or it just doesn't feel right, and I was having some writers block. I appreciate your patience though, and I hope you enjoy. 

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After cleaning up, both Tim and Ryan returned to the bedroom and settled into bed on each side of me. As much as I would like to say that the fun continued, I was sound asleep by the time they returned. 

Waking up in the morning, I was snuggled into the crook of Tim's arm, my head resting on his chest with Ryan spooned tightly against my back. All of us were naked. Before my mind could fall into the depths of the gutter, my bladder raised alarm bells. Untangling myself from them, I rushed to the bathroom and relieved the urgent pressure. 

I made my way back into the bedroom only to grab a pair of shorts. Slipping them on I padded into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I started a pot of coffee. Looking over the counter, last night's dinner had remained on the counter. As my eyes took in the mess before me, I couldn't help but smile at what had distracted us from enjoying the meal. 

I got to work cleaning up the kitchen, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. Though I knew from experience that the bedroom was far enough removed from the kitchen any noise created wouldn't carry that far. It didn't take much to get everything cleaned up, having the dishes scraped into the garbage and loading the dishes into the dishwasher. 

I'd just sprayed down the counter with cleaning solution as Tim came into the kitchen. He was naked, and rubbing his eyes. He walked up to me and kissed me on the back of the neck before asking for a cup for coffee. I spun around and kissed him on the lips before reaching into the cupboard and grabbing him a mug. 
He took his steaming mug to the other side of the counter and sat down, sleepily sipping the hot coffee. 

"I should go next door and grab some clothes today I suppose." He said, more to himself than me. 

"That might not be a bad idea, I don't think my clothes or Andy's will fit you. Although I don't mind you naked." I said with a wink. 
He chuckled as I said that, and responded, "I know you don't"  As he wagged his eyebrows. 

We talked about fairly mundane things, as he finished his coffee. As he did he set the empty cup in the sink and walked back to the bedroom. When he re-emerged he was dressed. 

"Might as well get it over with, I suppose." He said to me, once again kissing me. 

I watched him walk out the door, and I thought how wild it had been the past few days. What started as a wild, random fuck session with a married man, resulted in him spending the night and leaving his wife. 

Absent-mindedly I made my way back into the kitchen and sipped my coffee. Deep in thought, I'd almost forgotten that Ryan was here until he walked into the kitchen. He too asked for a mug, but unlike Tim, Ryan needed cream and sugar for his coffee. A man after my own heart. Also different from Tim was the fact that Ryan was wearing a pair of shorts, I recognized them from my drawer. 

After pouring himself a cup of coffee he leaned in and gave me a chaste kiss and walked over to the chair in the great room. As he sat down his phone started ringing, and he answered it. 

I could tell from his side of the conversation that he may want privacy, so I made my way back to the other side of the house and climbed in the shower. Unlike the other two, I'd fallen asleep last night before cleaning up. It wasn't until then that I realized I was covered in dry cum. 

As I waited for the water to heat up, I heard a raised voice coming from the great room. I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist and rushed over, and Ryan was standing there, his face was red and his eyes glistened. 

"What's wrong?" I asked him as the phone fell from his hand. 

"River's dead...a car accident last night..." He said, his eyes frantically scanning the distance, unable to focus. 

"Oh my god Ryan..." I say, wrapping my arms around him. 

I guided him back to the couch and sat him down. His eyes still skittered around, as if searching for something in the distance, but never finding it. My heart hurt for him. It sounds disingenuine to say that, but you can't be with someone that long and not feel deeply for them, even if those feelings had changed over time. I briefly imagined what my feelings would be if I'd received that call, but pushed those thoughts down. 

I took Ryan's phone and helped him send the appropriate messages that needed to be sent to work, and then I helped him get his travel arrangements made. It was a while later that Tim returned and I filled him in on what I'd found out and he sat with Ryan while I cleaned up and got dressed. 

Tim and I got Ryan to the airport and made sure he was ok before we left him to fly home. Once back in Tim's truck, I grabbed his hand, and squeezed it. It was only days, and I felt more connected to Tim than I had anyone in my life. 

"How did things go when you got your stuff?" I asked, realizing we'd not spoken about that. 

"Actually Barb and I had a good talk, she said she's going to go stay with her parents for a while with the kids." He said, looking at me with a slightly pained face. 

"Where do they live? Are you going to be able to see them?" I asked him, knowing they mean the world to him. 

"They're only about an hour away, so I can make it work." He said, squeezing my hand and smiling slightly. 

Barb ended up moving back to her hometown permanently. Tim had regular phone conversations with the kids, he wanted to make sure that they knew he loved them. 

Once Barb decided that she wasn't coming back they listed the house and it took almost no time for it to sell. Tim was pleased that it went into a bidding war, and they got well over the asking price for it. They split the proceeds and he set his half up as a college fund for the kids, wanting to make sure that they would have what they needed. 

It had been months since we had brought Ryan to the airport. We'd made sure to check in with him now and then, but we didn't always hear back. We knew that he was probably dealing with things in his own way. 

One night, we'd been cleaning up dinner and playing a bit of slap ass. Since moving in with me Tim had become something of a freeballer, so after a particularly hard slap to my ass, I grabbed his cock. 

"FUCK Mikey..." he growled at me, "you're playing with fire..."

I started slowly stroking it through his shorts. "Oh yeah?" I asked coyly. 

In a flash I was spun around and his prickly beard was scratching at my hole as he ate my ass. His tongue buried inside my hole. 

"OH FUCK" I cried out. 

The kitchen was filled with slurping and wet smacking sounds as he feasted on my ass. He knew that if he ate my ass well enough it would open up for him and swallow him whole. 

I felt him pull back and stand up behind me. His hands grabbed my hips and he drove his cock balls deep into me. 

"YESSSS" He hissed as he started pulling back out. 

"FUCK ME..." I moaned, my hole twitching around his invading cock. 

He pushed forward, enough so that I could feel his treasure trail grinding on my ass. The friction only increased my pleasure. 

"You feel so good baby..." He cooed down at me. 

"I love how you feel inside me..." I groaned. 

I knew he was getting close when his thrusts got shorter and he was grinding into me more than fucking. 

"I love you baby, I love you so much" He said, as he pulled me back against him. 

His fingertips sought out and found my nipples and he started rolling them. He knew what that did to me. I felt my ass clamp down on his fat cock. 

"Just like that baby" He growled in my ear. 

"FUCK..." I cried out as my cock unloaded across the lower cabinets. 

I could feel every inch of his cock as my ass gripped him tightly. I swear I could feel each vein of his cock. Then I felt the warmth inside me, followed by the low, vibrating growl radiating from his chest.

"I'm cumming baby" Tim cried. 

I reached up and grabbed his hands and held them as his orgasm wracked his body. He was sweaty and twitching behind me as we came down from our coital bliss. 

As his cock slipped from my satisfied hole, the doorbell rang. Startled, I pulled my shorts up quickly, and rushed over to the door, throwing it open. A set of eyes drop down to my mid-section and back up, before a smirk crosses the face in front of me. 

"Am I interrupting something?" Ryan asked, standing there with two large suitcases. 

I pulled him and his bags inside, and into my arms, just as Tim walks out of the kitchen still naked. 

"Who was it babe?" He asked before stopping, seeing Ryan. 

"I guess I was..." Ryan said with a chuckle. 

Tim grabbed his shorts off the floor of the kitchen and we sat down with Ryan as he told us what had been going on the past few months. He told us that when he'd gotten home, he'd found out that the car his husband was in when he was killed was his husbands ex's car. They had been on a date, when a drunk driver hit them. 

It turned out that most of the mutual friends knew that his husband was seeing his ex behind Ryan's back. It took a while for him to get over that and his grief. He didn't really have any friends of his own outside of work, and he said he finally made the decision that a change of scenery was needed. 

"I know that I should have called, I should have let you know I was coming..." He said, looking between us nervously. 

Tim grabbed him and hugged him, when he pulled back he kissed Ryan on the lips. 

"You're always welcome here." He said. 

Ryan looked misty eyed, before saying, "Thank you Tim. I can bring my stuff to the guest room." 

I pulled Ryan to his feet and wrapped my arms around him, before glancing at Tim and seeing him nodding.

"Don't be silly Ryan..." I said, pulling him into a kiss. 

Tim moved behind Ryan and started kissing his neck, as our kiss deepened. 

"Fuck, I hoped..." Ryan said, before Tim turned his head and kissed him. 

I worked open Ryan's pants and let his rock hard cock flop out. I gripped the shaft as Tim and Ryan continued kissing deeply. I turned around and pushed my shorts down, backing onto Ryan's cock. 

"FUCK Mikey..." He cried out. 

Tim remained behind him, stroking his furry body and talking dirty into his ear. 

"Fuck him Ryan, use his hole..." Tim growled. 

"I can feel your load in there Tim, it's fucking hot..." Ryan gasped. 

I was moaning a steady stream of obscenities, begging him to use me. And use me he did. His hands made their way to my hips and he slammed that cock into me. 

"Fuck, I can't hold it anymore...FUCK" He cried out. 

His load flooded into me, mingling with Tim's load from mere moments ago. I loved the feeling of them both being inside me. 

"That's fucking hot" Tim whispered, watching Ryan's spent cock slip from my ass. 

Ryan collapsed back into Tim, and they were kissing again. I stood and stepped to them, first kissing Ryan, and then Tim. 
Ryan never ended up leaving, we quickly fell into a rhythm together. Our bed, barely able to handle the amount of activity that it was seeing.

After one particularly wild session one Saturday morning, there was a knock at the door. Grabbing a robe, I went to answer it. There standing before me was a beautiful, muscular, black man. 

"Hello..." I said, more as a question.

"Hey, I'm Darryl, I just moved in next door." He said, with a deep baritone voice. 

"Oh yes, I was meaning to come introduce myself..." I said, remembering I saw him moving in yesterday. 

"I just wanted to....ahhh....well, just let you know, I could hear you...." he said, suddenly shy. 

Tim and Ryan had come out of the bedroom. It was painfully obvious we'd all just been fucking from the disheveled appearance we all had. I glanced back at Darryl, and thought I saw a fuller crotch. 

"I could hear everything..." He said with a wink.