Practicing Passion
It was typically said of Frank that he couldn't give a piss. In fact there were a lot of things that bothered him, only he was careful to keep his cards close to his chest. He learned a long time ago that people did not appreciate it when he shared his resentments. Often, in telling of the things you resent you end up revealing a lot more about yourself than you may want to, so he generally remains quiet. He might let some resentment spill in the name of malicious gossip though, because that kind of activity was more easily sanctioned by his particular neighbors, two of whom were popping the tabs on some cold beers one early afternoon on a Saturday, standing out in the middle of Frank's driveway, just minding their own business.
On this particular Saturday Frank was about to learn not only the importance of giving a piss, but that doing so could also be very enjoyable. It was the day Frank truly learned how to be a better neighbor.
As the trio of neighbors first tipped their cans up to their mouths to gulp a mouthful of the cold beer, a reward for the yardwork the three had been doing all morning under the hot sun, Frank noticed Gary, his neighbor from across the street, stepping out onto his front porch. By now the day was too hot for yardwork but this did not stop Gary from opening his garage door, stripping off his t-shirt, and rolling his gas powered mower out to his own driveway. Gary appeared to give a nod to Frank, who stood staring, before pulling the cord to start his mower. Frank then donned a pair of headphones to drown out all the noise he was making then cut a series of straight back and forth across his front yard.
Across the street Frank stopped listening to his two neighbors who could hardly be heard over the sound of Gary’s mower. Instead he kept his gaze on Gary’s muscled back as it began to drip with sweat. Little rivulets of sweat made his black hair curl and plaster to his head, then dripped across his body Frank found both attractive and repulsive at the same time. Strong emotions he dared not share with anyone. Instead he interrupted his neighbors stories to tell a tale of how Mrs. Cutters had to call the police on Gary. Frank spoke loudly both to be heard over the mower and knowing that Gary would not be able to hear anything over the sound of his machine plus the headphones. At the mention of the police Frank's neighbors lent him their full attention.
Even as he was telling the story Frank was somewhat aware that he was acting out his resentment of Gary, but was doing it in a manner that would not get him ostracized.
So, on the night in question, Mrs. Cutters said to Frank that she was having trouble sleeping owing to it being so hot and how she hated to sleep with the air conditioner on. As a consequence she had her windows wide open. She kept rolling back and forth on her bed when she thought she might have heard some raccoons prowling around in her backyard. She got out of bed and went to her bedroom window. Unable to see anything she flipped the switch on her security lights and these flooded her entire backyard with bright light, as well as lighting up part of her neighbors yard where she said she spied Gary naked on his knees in the grass providing oral service to two other naked gentlemen, apparently simultaneously. That is when she screamed and called the police. We do not know how long she stared but due to the bright lights the trio retired into Gary’s house.
Then what happened? Asked one of the neighbors, finishing up his first can and grabbing a second.
Frank reported she doesn’t know. She knows the police showed up with their lights flashing, but then she says she went to bed.
Do you think they hauled them faggots off to jail?
Don’t know, we’d have to ask him, a suggestion that made his neighbors laugh nervously, then begin to talk about other things.
Frank turned out the mindless chatter and started on his second beer. The cold six pack was soon to be gone. Frank kept at least one eye on Gary and could not help imagining him on his knees sucking off two other guys. But why were they naked in the back yard? Frank did not disparage Gary for his sexual picadillos as long as he could be more discreet about it. Giving Mrs Cutter a show was beyond the pale. Still, Frank thought, he wasn't even bothered by this as much as he was bothered by the fact that Gary, being single and handsome, entertained a lot more than Frank ever did. Frank considered what was really bothering him was the fact that Gary was receiving a lot more action than Frank. Frank hadn’t fucked in over a year now. He was at that age where it felt humiliating to be dating again when all he really wanted was occasional sex. This was not a problem for Gary who apparently had little trouble taking two at a time.
At the moment Gary cut the power to his mower the street became almost deafening in its silence. All the beers now gone Frank's two neighbors crushed their cans, tossed them into the recycling, and bid adieu for their respective afternoon naps, both well deserved. Frank stood there alone at the edge of the driveway feeling lonely and wanting another beer.
Across the street Gary pushed the now quiet mower back into his garage then grabbed his dry t-shirt and began wiping some of the sweat off his body, lifting his elbows high in the air so he could wipe his pits, then gliding the dampened t-shirt over his chiseled chest and six-pack abs, looking as if he were toweling off after a shower. In which case he would be naked. Frank was probably not aware he was starring, but embarrassingly enough he was actually staring at Gary’s crotch, now stained with sweat and cradling to his body a fairly full pouch. This caused Frank to dwell on another level of resentment, for Gary was clearly well endowed and this left Frank feeling a little inadequate on top of everything else.
At that moment Gary looked like he was about to put his t-shirt back on but then noticed Frank standing out there with a crushed beer can in his hand, staring in Gary’s direction. Instead of putting the damp shirt on he carefully folded it across its length a few times and stuck one end of this neatly into the back pocket of his tight jeans. He then turned toward the refrigerator in his garage, opened up the door, and removed two brown bottles and began walking toward Frank.
Standing on Frank’s sidewalk, perhaps trepidatiously, Gary held out one of the bottles of beer in a gesture towards Frank. Frank just stood there and continued to stare at Gary as if he did not understand, but perhaps he was beginning to. Gary said, do you need me to open it for you? He placed the other bottle under his arm and twisted the cap off the bottle was offering to Frank. Frank reluctantly took the bottle at which point Gary retrieved the bottle he was holding under his arm and let out a little shout, Damn that was cold!
Frank guzzled his beer finishing half the bottle in one swig. He noticed that the beer was icy cold not just because it chilled him from the inside out, but also because the bottle Gary removed from under his arm caused a field of goosebumps to appear across his chest and his nipples stood hard and erect. Again, Frank did not catch himself staring, just mulling over the many levels of resentment he held toward Gary, a man he did not even know that well having been introduced only a couple of times. What right did he have to be resentful of Gary? If it all boiled down to how handsome Gary was, what did this say of how pitiful Frank was? Frank felt some of his resentment start to wash away, but there was still that issue about what Mrs. Cutters saw.
Your neighbor, Mrs Cutters, was complaining about you, Frank said, possibly too loudly.
Gary turned visibly pink about the face, and not just because of the hot sun. Frank finished his bottle of beer as Gary just stood there for a moment.
Ah, yes, about that. It was unfortunate. It will never happen again I assure you.
What did the police do to you? Frank was somewhat proud to be able to ask after advising his other neighbors if they wanted to know the answer they would have to gather the courage to ask the source. At least Frank had the guts to ask.
Say, you want another beer? Come over to my garage and I’ll get you one. I’ll tell you the whole story but I don’t want to broadcast it to all the neighbors.
As Frank was both intrigued and thirsty he followed Gary back to his garage. Once inside they lowered their voices to a conspiratorial whisper as Gary fished two more bottles, though he had not yet finished his first. As Gary again twisted off the cap before handing the bottle over to Frank, Frank whispered, perhaps too eagerly, so what happened?
Gary looked out the garage beyond Frank then turned around and found the switch on the wall that closed the garage door. It became darker and closer with the door down but enough light filtered through a tiny window to allow them to see without squinting. It was getting warmer though.
You see, it was like this. I was out drinking with some buddies and we were having a good time. We got to talking about piss play and I admitted to them that this was something I was into.
Piss Play?
Yeah, that is where someone volunteers to let the other person drink from the spout, sort to speak, and everyone gets wet with piss.
And you get off on this?
Yes, that is what I was telling my friends. They started joking with me about it and said they were going to hold it until we can find a place to do this with me. But the thing is as they live in an apartment the only place you could do this without a lot of cleanup would be their bathtub, but the three of us ensured that would be a little too crowded. So we decided to come to my house and use the backyard. It was well after midnight and moonless, so we thought we would have some privacy.
Frank interrupted, you have to fertilize much back there?
Gary laughed nervously and tugged at his crotch as if to relieve an itch. So what did the police have to say when you told them that?
I may have left out some of the more intimate details when I spoke to the police. I admitted to being caught naked in my backyard but assured them I had no intention of flashing anyone. It was only when Mrs. Cutter turned on her security lights did she expose my nakedness. At that point I went back into the house. I asked the officer, wasn’t I allowed to do as I pleased in the privacy of my home? He agreed but lectured me about exposing myself where others might see and we left it at that.
You didn't have to do any jail time?
No, no. I just had to endure a lecture and swear it would not happen again.
Gary turned toward his recycling and pulled out a cardboard box that had been broken down. He then laid this in the pavement between himself and Frank, standing so close to Frank that Frank could feel the heat of him. He then reached to his waistband and dropped his pants and shorts and used his toes to push these aside. Frank could have been surprised, but he was comfortably buzzed now. So buzzed in fact that he forgot to resent Gary for confirming how well endowed he was. Frank's own shlong would not achieve half that length when erect. Frank might have harbored a humiliating kind of embarrassment if it were not for what Gary did next. Gary took to his knees on the cardboard and reached out to unbutton the top of Frank’s jeans with one hand while fondling Frank’s crotch with the other. Frank let him.
Having gotten Frank's jeans down to his ankles Gary patted Frank’s calves twice to indicate he should lift his feet up. One by one Frank lifted his feet so that Gary could push the pile of material beyond the splash zone, then proceeded to suckle on Frank's semi-hard dick. Frank let him.
Here is what was quietly going on in Frank’s brain while Gary knelt on the cardboard with his lips wrapped around Frank's dick. Gary, so well endowed and handsome he could have any man of his choosing at this moment was choosing Frank. Any of the inadequacies that prevented Frank from embracing Gary as an equal were being washed away in a blurry haze of alcohol. Gary looked like a prize down there on his knees. Frank was enjoying this.
Gary pulled away momentarily to say, I know you want to drain this. All I can say is let her go when you are ready. I will take as much as I can. Then Gary resumed his sucking.
The fact that Frank could not manage a full blown erection because his bladder was so full did not embarrass him at this moment. The idea that Gary in all his masculine splendor was kneeling at Frank's feet right now, begging for his piss, made Frank feel a little more in control, as if he could wash away all his resentment and feelings of inadequacy by role playing a person who would hose down neighbor for that fleeting moment of superiority. Gary gave him permission. So Frank gave in to the request.
The sense of relief from finally emptying his bladder, coupled with Gary’s obvious enjoyment from being bathed in warm piss, made Frank feel especially powerful. Desired and powerful at the same time. His stream was strong and long but Gary, as promised, got as much into his mouth as he could manage, occasionally coming up for air and letting the warm piss wash down his chest. By the time his bladder was nearly empty Frank was as hard as he had ever been. This did not stop Gary from slobbering all over his cock with the gusto of someone who really enjoyed cock. Frank thought of the words ‘slut’ and ‘pig’ but did not utter these out loud. He knew in his heart that this was only a role Gary liked to play when given permission. Frank let him.
The garage was becoming too hot and smelled of Frank's piss. The two of them were damp with both sweat and piss, their bodies slipping against each other as each managed to climb closer to orgasm, Frank with his cock lodged deep down Gary’s throat, and Gary using one free hand to tug on his schlong while grunting in deep pleasure. Frank held Gary’s head still and fucked away at Gary’s throat like it was a tool to be used. His heart was pounding so hard he thought he might pass out. Gary took it balls deep into his velvet throat while pulling on Frank's balls with his free hand. For Frank this was unbelievably sexy, and for this he was grateful.
Bright lights flashed behind Frank's eyelids and he recognized he was soon to shoot a load into Gary's eager mouth. Frank came in great gushes, Gary frantically ensuring not a drop went to waste. Gary stayed latched until their motions slowed and their breathing returned to normal. As Gary finally rose to stand he said to Frank, if you want to practice that again sometime, my garage is always open. They gave each other that smile reserved only for those who just shared something especially intimate.
And that is how they left it. Frank felt he was healed somehow, relieved of his resentment, envy and hatred. He was not embarrassed for tapping into that creature he momentarily turned into, the creature who took such joy in dominating his friend in such a humiliating way. It was something they both consented to in the heat of the moment. It was pure passion of a type neither of them would forget for a long time. As they each pulled back up their jenes and, as Gary hit the button to once again allow fresh air into the garage, Gary announced he was going to go take a shower, but he hoped they might be able to do this again sometime. Remember, he said, practice makes perfect.
