Friendly Neighbor

While watching Darryl turn and walk back down the path, I could hear Tim and Ryan snickering behind me. As I turned, those two were failing at their attempts to stifle the full blown belly laughing that was threatening to escape. Once I started to giggle with them, getting over my initial embarrassment, we all lost it. 

The spell for that session had been broken, and we all began puttering around the house. I stripped the bed to wash the sheets, which was my weekly ritual, Ryan carried them downstairs and started the laundry, and Tim started prepping breakfast. 

As we were sitting around the counter nibbling on the last of the breakfast, I mentioned that I thought we should bring something over to Darryl to welcome him to the neighborhood, and the boys agreed. 

Originally, I was going to make some scones, but realized with the day rapidly progressing they'd be past the time you'd normally want one, so I settled on making cookies. I busied myself in the kitchen and boys grabbed the grocery list and bags, and were off to the for our weekly grocery run. 

They were getting back from the store, as the last batch of cookies was going in the oven. Having helped them put away the groceries, and fought them off eating all the cookies that were already out of the oven, I finally had the last batch cooling on the counter. 

Not to be too much of a task master, I did make sure there were enough cookies for my boys to enjoy them too. I plated up about two thirds of what I made, then the boys and I went over and knocked on the door. 

When the door opened a stunning, shirtless, blond, otter of a man answered the door. 

"May I help you gentleman?" He asked in a pensive voice.

"We came over to introduce ourselves, we live next door..." I said, after getting over my initial surprise. 

"Oh, HI! I'm Steven" he said in a more relaxed tone, before calling for Darryl. 

When Darryl walked up to the door, an arm snaked around Steven's waist and he peered out over his shoulder. 

"Oh hey fellas..." Darryl said with a knowing smirk. 

The boys behind chuckled at that. 

"We wanted to bring you over something to officially welcome you to the neighborhood." I said handing over the plate of cookies. 

"Oh, please come in..." Steven said, as he gently nudged Darryl to move. 

"You'll have to excuse the mess, we're still unpacking." Darryl said.

"We've all been there..." Tim said with a chuckle. 

The time flew by as we got to know Steven and Darryl. We found out that they'd met in college, and had moved to the area for Darryl's new job. Realizing the time, we decided to excuse ourselves and not take up anymore of their time, and made our way back home. 

Once back home we lost ourselves in getting dinner pulled together, getting laundry switched over, and once again time was flying. Before we realized it, the three of us were crawling in bed, and unlike most nights, we were out hard. 

For nearly 20 years I had maintained the same daily schedule, getting up at 5:30am for work. This meant that on weekends, though not quite as early, I would still wake up before the others. I tip-toed quietly out of the bedroom with the dog, trying not to wake the boys, and padded into the kitchen to start some coffee. I knew that the dog would need to go out for his morning business, so I opened the back door and slipped some shoes on before I followed him out. 

Not really paying attention to the world around me, I casually walked around the yard, looking at the various gardens and flowers that I'd painstakingly planted throughout. As I neared the fence between my yard and Tim's former, but now Darryl and Stevens yard I heard a noise. Glancing around I'm trying to place the noise, and where it's coming from. 

As my eyes found the source, I was absolutely shocked at what was unfolding before me. Darryl was sitting on a lounge chair on their patio, and Steven was slowly riding his cock. Based on what was visible, Darryl was a sizable man, and Steven was obviously versed in his girth. 

As my eyes traveled from Steven's beautiful fur covered ass, up his back, my breath caught in my throat. Darryl's eyes were looking right at me, and when our eyes connected he winked. When he saw me watching, he grabbed Steven's hips and started fucking up into him harder. 

"Fuck Daddy..." I barely heard Steven gasp.

"You like daddy's cock boy?" Darryl asked, still looking at me. 

"You know I do daddy..." Steven whimpered. 

Steven had no idea that I was watching them, but it was obvious to me that Darryl was enjoying the audience. He picked Steven up and bent him over the back of the chair, facing away from me. With a glance over his shoulder, he started fucking him hard. 

"UNGH....daddy..." whimpered Steven as the onslaught began. 

"It likes how rough daddy gets, doesn't it?" Darryl asked, referring to Steven as though he were a mere object. 

I was entranced by the rhythmic motion of Darryl's thrusts, and the flex of his beautiful ass as he moved. I had no comprehension of time as I watched. In a matter of moments, I saw Darryl's turn to me and wink, before burying his face in his arm. His twitches wracked his entire body. 

"FUCK..." I heard him growl. 

Steven pulled himself upright, turned and took Darryl's beautiful, glistening cock into his mouth. Darryl's hands caressed Steven's head as his cock was sucked clean. As Steven stood, he noticed me standing there, and a sheepish grin passed over his face as he hurried inside. 

It wasn't until that point that I fully realized just how private that little patio was. A row of cedar trees between it and the neighbors on the other side, and the house largely blocked it from anyone on the other side of my house. I happened to be in just the right spot in my yard to see them. 

Darryl grabbed a pair of shorts, his movement pulling me out of my thoughts, and casually walked over to the fence after pulling them on. 

"Hey neighbor..." he said with his buttery voice. 

"Hey..." I said, still processing what I saw. 

"I didn't realize anyone would be up this early..." He said with a slightly embarrassed smirk. 

"Oh...it's pretty quiet around here this time of morning most weekends..." I said, trying to keep the conversation casual and my eyes above his waist. 

"One of the selling points of the house was how private that patio was, Steven loves it when we have sex outside..." Darryl confessed to me. 

"I don't blame him, it's one of the best feelings." I said in response. 

I don't think either of us were aware of how much we were confessing to each other, but for some reason it felt like we knew each other for years. Before either of us could say anything else, the dog came up and nudged me letting me know he wanted his breakfast. 

"Well, looks like someone wants his breakfast, so I better go..." I said nodding at the dog. 

"Yeah, I'm sure Steven is inside wondering what's taking me so long...nice chatting with you though Mike..." He said with a smirk.

"You too Darryl." I said smiling back at him. 

When I got back inside the house and fed the dog, I realized my bladder was about to get the best of me. Rushing to the bathroom, I could hear rustling from the bedroom, but nature called first. 

With an empty bladder, I opened the bedroom door to find Ryan straddling Tim. From my vantage point, I couldn't help but think of how similar this was to watching Steven riding Darryl only moments ago. 

Ryan's hairy ass was slowly sliding up and down Tim's fat cock, as Tim thrust up into him. 

"FUCK ME..." Ryan sighed, as he rolled his hips. 

A groan escaped Tim's throat, neither of them noticing me yet. I pushed the shorts down and let them fall to my ankles, before climbing up on the bed and straddling Tim's legs. I wrapped my arms around Ryan's body, and slowly traced my finger tips over his skin. 

"UHHHHHH..." he gasped with a sharp intake of breath. 

"That's it baby..." I said, slowly rolling his right nipple. 

My other hand slid up and pulled his head to the side so I could kiss him. As our kiss broke, I climbed off of them and stood on the bed. Stepping over Tim and lining my cock up with Ryan's mouth. His eyes looked up at me filled with hunger. 

"Suck my cock baby..." it came out as a statement and not a request. 

"Yes sir." Ryan said, before plunging down my shaft. 

I didn't realize how worked up I was from watching the neighbors fuck on their patio, but my body was on fire. I grabbed Ryan's hair and started fucking his mouth. Occasionally, he'd press on my leg to get me to pull back and let him breathe, but he could take it. 

"Fuck his throat Mikey..." Tim growled from below. 

Looking down, I could see a puddle of drool had formed on his chest, dripping from Ryan's mouth as I fucked it. 

"Fuck you feel so good Ry...I'm gonna cum soon..." I said, through ragged breaths. 

"GOD DAMN..." Tim bellowed from below, "I'm gonna cum..." 

I felt his thrusts increase in intensity as both the bed and Ryan began to shake. Ryan's face contorted in the obvious throws of pleasure, though he never stopped sucking my cock. 

"OH GOD, me too baby..." I growled, grabbing his head. 

I pulled him back off my rigid cock, so it rested on his tongue, wanting him to taste every drop of my load. My body was pulsing with radiating heat, as the orgasm built from my loins. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and it felt like the veins in my face would burst before my cock did. 

"FUCK.." Tim and I cried at once. 

I thought my knees were going to buckle, and I was going to collapse on Tim. Then my balls released. It felt like a gallon of cum was rocketing out of me. I looked down at Ryan, and he was desperately gulping down what was coming, but some was coming out the sides of his mouth. 

The grunts and groans were echoing through the room, before slowly subsiding. As I collapsed on the bed next to Tim, I noticed the pool of cum on his stomach. Ryan without missing a beat sucking and riding dick, had shot his load. 

I leaned up and kissed Tim, and then leaned over and kissed Ryan, tasting my load when I did. 

"I love you both..." I said, feeling it deep inside.

We lay there, tangled up, smelling like cum and sex, and being totally content together.