I knew if I went another round with Garvey - my hot, blowjob-loving neighbor - it would only complicate things. My husband, his wife - they had no idea. It was our little secret, and it would have been wise to keep it that way.
But it wasn’t like I could avoid him. I ran into him practically every time I walked down the street.
“Beautiful evening, ain’t it, gents?” he said one day when my husband and I were taking a walk. He was watering his hostas in a cut-off football jersey, his big arms on display and his equally-big dong swinging around in his sweat shorts. The very dong I’d worshiped for an hour until he’d blasted cum all over my face. Let’s just say my mind wandered a little that night as I had some superior sex with my husband.
A couple months later, Christopher and I were volunteering at the church fish fry. Garvey had come in for dinner with his family and on his way out, he came back to the kitchen to say hi.
“Thanks for helping out, guys,” he said. I was wiping down surfaces and Christopher was at the sink.
“Sure thing, Garv,” Christopher said, turning around to smile before he went back to scrubbing pots. Garvey's wife was in the dining room, chatting with the Vogels.
“You doing the church bazaar in a couple weeks?” Garvey said to me, and casually hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, lowering them enough to reveal a strip of his hairy stomach and the top of his pubic thatch.
“I…uh…yeah, we are,” I said. Garvey smirked. He put his hand in his pocket and played with himself, swishing the swelling tube of his rod against his chinos, clearly free-balling.
“Great, so are we,” he said. “Will be great to see you, we don’t get to hang out enough,” he said, almost fully hard now.
“Yeah,” I said. He winked and walked away.
It was after that encounter that I began to form a plan. At the bazaar, I went to the Chuck-a-Luck tent where Garvey was working and casually dropped the information that Christopher was going out of town for two weeks, come October.
“That right?” he said. “Hopefully you don’t get too lonely.”
“I should be fine,” I said.
“Well let me know if you need some company. Clair visits her folks most Saturdays and I can always find time for a neighbor.”
I told myself I could back out of it if I wanted. But the anticipation just built, and then that Saturday I got a text from Garvey first thing.
“She’ll be gone in half an hour,” he said, and I immediately texted that I’d be there. I got back a devil’s head emoji. Then I went upstairs to clean out and shower.
It was a grey, rainy day and I kept my umbrella low as I walked to Garvey’s house. It was like last time - door unlocked - and I went upstairs to find his strapping, naked body laid out for me. He waved his nine-inch dong.
“Bring me that mouth, buddy. I’ve been dreaming about it for months, now.”
“I want that cock so bad,” I said, shucking off my shoes and jacket.
“Get naked and get relaxed, we got all day and I want to have some fun with you,” he said. I crawled between his legs and settled into position. “There you go. Just kiss it for now.” I took hold of his heavy cock, felt its heat against my face. “You’re so good at making love to it. You’ve really brought out my bi side, you realize that?”
I shrugged and smiled, then kissed his cock head and gave small, sweet licks up his massive shaft.
“No, really,” he said. “Look at your ass…jesus…will you let me lick it later? Eat your pussy out?”
“Mm hm,” I said. I was excited to know we were on the same page, and something about him using the word “pussy” did it for me. I arched my back and raised my ass up as I planted kisses on each of his full, round balls.
“That’ll be fun. Keep worshiping my cock. Take your time, I want an epic blowjob. My wife does it like she’s on the clock. Remember what you told me at the barbecue?”
“All I’ve thought about since then is sucking your cock, Garvey.”
“I know,” he said, smiling down at me. I ran my hands up his legs and rested my arms on his massive thighs. His cock smelled musky but clean - he’d obviously showered for me. I went for long licks from his ball sack up along his shaft to the leaky head. I gave the tip a kiss and coated my lips with his precum, then licked my lips, moaning and savoring it.
“Enjoy that cream, man; god you’re good at this,” he said.
When I finally took him in my mouth I went into a trance. It was all about sucking him slow and deep and using my tongue to give him maximum pleasure. Attuning myself to his body and reactions so I could lean into what worked for him. I found that the slower I sucked, the more he would moan. And I didn’t have to keep my lips tight so long as my tongue was sliding along the underside. He loved it when I looked up at him and moaned to let him know how much it pleased me to service him.
I took him deep down my throat - choked a little.
“There you go baby, don’t be afraid to take it all the way,” he said as I un-impaled myself from his rod and caught my breath. Garvey took hold of his dong and whacked it against my face. His gold wedding band was gleaming at me and I couldn’t resist giving it a lick.
“You kinky fucker,” he said. “You love that I’m married, don’t you? Go ahead, suck on my ring finger, get your tongue around it.” It was stupid how horny it made me, to symbolically mark the thing that attached him to someone else. “Imagine if they could see us now, how hot we are for each other…” he said, leaning into it.
He got up and knelt on the bed. “I want you to work on my balls now. My baby-makers. Get under me.” I laid down and positioned my head between his legs. He lowered his dangling, meaty nuts into my mouth. I slurped and sucked on them as he jacked his cock and occasionally whacked it against my face.
“You’re my little neighborhood cock slave, aren’t you?” he said.
“Uh huh,” I said. He reached down my torso and wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock and balls, gently yanking on my junk like he owned it.
“You’d let me fuck you up the ass, wouldn’t you?”
“God, yes,” I said.
“I knew it,” he said, and jammed his rod down my throat. “Without a condom?” he said. I choked. He backed off and I caught my breath. “Hm?”
“Uh…” I said. The thing is, I don’t have anal sex with my husband. It’s his preference, really. And as bad as I wanted it from Garvey, it was still taking things kinda far.
“C’mon,” he said, sliding his spit-slicked cock against my face. “I’m not worried about giving you anything. Are you?”
“No, I just…” I said.
Garvey dismounted from my face and yanked me up by my armpits. He flipped me around and I felt my back melt against his strong, hairy torso. His rod pressed against my ass. “C’mon, Brian. I want to fuck you raw and cum in you,” he said, licking up my neck and then sucking on my hear. “I need it bad. Clair makes me pull out but you won’t will you? Tell me you’ll let me.”
His precum-slicked cock head was pressing against my asshole, and I was relaxed enough to let an inch of him go inside me.
“There it is,” Garvey said. “Holy fuck. You are gonna let me pound you raw, aren’t you?”
“Goddamnit, Garvey. Yes. Please fuck me bare.”
“Fuck yes,” he said. “One sec though,” he said, and pushed me down on all fours. “I want to lick that pussy first.” I braced myself, arching my back and spreading for him. “You shave it? Goddamn that turns me on. Look at that sweet pussy…” he said as he got into position. I felt his breath on my hole, then his fuzzy face pressed between my cheeks and his tongue slowly swiped up then inside me. “You taste good, baby,” he said, and shoved his tongue deep. I groaned. Garvey was smacking his lips and moaning as he ate me out.
“I have lube but let’s see here,” Garvey said. He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me up against his torso again. He wet his cock with spit and started pushing it into me. Again the head went inside me. “That’s the stuff!” he said. After a moment, I felt another two inches go inside me.
I hadn’t realized how ready I was to get fucked, but it felt incredible and I pushed back to take more. “Holy fuck, smooth as velvet and tight as a glove. Give me that pussy, baby,” Garvey said, nuzzling his face into my neck and nipping.
The last couple inches were a struggle but soon he was in me completely.
“There we go,” Garvey said. He wrapped his strong arm around my chest. “I’m gonna want this all the time. You realize that, right?”
“It’s all yours, Garvey. I won’t give it to anybody else. Fuck me.” I felt him throb inside of me.
“Say that again. Jesus Christ…”
“Fuck me, Garvey. Fuck me like you fuck your wife,” I said as he began to pump his hips - a slow stroke out, then back in. I felt every inch.
“Does Christopher give it to you like this?” he said.
“Never,” I said.
“Then we’ve got a deal,” he said, sliding into me till his balls were pressed against my ass. “My cock inside of you, every chance we get.”
He started to fuck harder, then he shoved me down again and hoisted my hips so he could fuck me doggy. At one point we paused for lube, then he sunk it back into me. It felt incredible, and from the deliberate way he fucked I could tell he was intending to make it last.
“It looks incredible sliding into you,” he said. “That shaved pink pussy stretching out around my fat, bare cock. I’m gonna knock you up today, buddy. You want that? My babies inside you?”
“Fuck yes! Breed me, Garvey.”
“I know you want it from how much of my cum you swallowed last time. Okay if I fuck you all day and all night tonight, buddy?”
“All day and all night,” I said.
“Fuck yeah. Ride me,” he said, and flipped on his back. I straddled him and sunk my hole down on his rod. We both moaned, looking into each other’s eyes as I began to bounce on his cock, stroking myself.
“How many times can I make you cum today?” he said. “Can you get yourself close like this?”
“I’m already close,” I said.
“Stay the night, okay?”
“Okay,” I said, and my pre-load began to shoot, thin jets of cum that landed all over Garvey’s hairy chest.
“Oh my god that’s hot. You can keep going, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. “You feel so fucking good in me.”
“Get on your back,” he said, almost snarling. He grabbed my ankles and mounted me, drilling his cock into me. “I’m gonna cum soon and I want to pump every drop into you,” he said. He took my cock in his hand and started stroking. “Cum with me, baby, okay?”
“Mm hm,” I said. Our faces were so close.
“We’re making love now,” he said. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Garvey. I belong to you.” His eyes got wild as he fucked me faster. He held himself deep and his eyes rolled back in his head. I felt his shaft swell then begin to throb - he was cumming inside me.
That did it for me. My cock swelled in Garvey’s fist and my load began to shoot. The second shot hit my neck. We were looking in each other’s eyes, moaning. True to his word, Garvey didn’t pull out until every last drop had been extracted from his balls.
He collapsed next to me.
“Well, shit,” he said. We laughed.
“Guess we took it a bit further this time,” I said.
“It’s all fun, though, right?” he said, looking over at me. “I mean, I don’t think either of us have a burning desire to leave our spouses and fuck up our lives.”
“Right,” I said. There was an awkward pause, and then we talked over each other. I said: “Do you really want me to spend the night?” Just as he was saying, “I want you to spend the night.” We laughed again.
“I just want to have more fun with you while we can,” he said. “I guess I’m getting to explore all the gay fantasies I’ve had since, well, as long as I can remember, honestly.”
“You’ve really never done anything before now?”
“No, I have. I had a buddy in high school. We started off jacking each other off, then he blew me a couple times. I guess I convinced myself that I’d outgrown it. Claire knows about that. It’s funny, she gets turned on when we talk about it.”
“Really?” I said.
“Something tells me she would be into this, but I haven’t had the courage to say anything. Maybe it’s too late.”
“Christopher is like that, too,” I said. “I think he fools around when he’s on work trips. We don’t talk about it.”
“Maybe it’s best this way,” Garvey said. He smiled at me. “I”m gonna grill us some dinner, then we can fuck again.”
I smiled back. There was a charged moment before he pulled me in for a kiss. Just a quick one - nothing too passionate - but it was nice. It felt like mutual respect.
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