The Meridian Street Neighbors

Pat’s Bar, Late Friday afternoon, August 20th, 4:45 pm

Marshall left the office early as he had no more appointments for the day. He decided to head over to Pat’s for a cold, refreshing beer. A little while later, about 5:30, in walks Rasmus.

Marshall greets him warmly. It’s been a couple of weeks since their fun out back with Brodie. He pulls out the stool next to him, offering Rasmus a seat. Then it dawns on Marshal and he asks, “Aren’t you still open?”

Rasmus grins and said, “Kari will close up the store. I cut all the weekend orders earlier this afternoon.”

Vik is suddenly there, grinning at Rasmus. “Relax. Take a load off.” He lifts a cold pint and grins. “Here, this should help.” He sets the beer down in front of Rasmus and says, “There you go. Cheers.” He slaps the bar and walks away.

After sharing a couple more beers, Marshall decides ‘It’s time to bring Rasmus in.’ So he turned and faced him then asks, “How early do you get up in the morning?”

Rasmus scrunched up his face thinking, “Oh, around 4:30-5:00, I’d guess.”

‘That’s the right answer,’ Marshall thought to himself. “You ever see anyone else in the neighborhood up that early.”

“No. Can’t say that I have.” Then Rasmus clicks his fingers as he remembers. “Though there was a young red-headed guy that I’ve seen run down the ally every so often. I figure as fast as he’s running, he’s gotta be late for work or something.”

Marshall leans in and explains who the redhead is and what’s going on. Seeing Rasmus’ reaction, he smiles and asks, “Care to join in?”

Rasmus grinned broadly and cautiously replied, “As long as it’s before 5:30. I gotta get to the shop and work a couple of hours before I open.”

Marshall nodded. “That’s doable. I’ll arrange it.”

The Meriden Neighborhood, Monday morning, August 23rd, 6:50 am

After The Young Man gave Marshall a good work over, and he was about to high tail it out of there, Marshall stopped him and asked The Young Man if he would be willing to do two of them at once. The Young Man’s face lit up. He grinned, excited at the prospect, The Young Man says, “Sure!”

The next morning, Marshall strolled his backyard, on the lookout for Rasmus hoping to catch him before he left for the shop. ‘There he is,’ Marshall said to himself as he walked over to the hedge. He called Rasmus over and tells him, “Be over here at my place tomorrow at five.”

“Sure thing. I’ll be there,” Rasmus confirmed. Rasmus' smile spread across his face, ‘Yes!’ he exclaimed to himself as he walked over and jumped into his car.

The Meriden Neighborhood, Wednesday morning, August 25th, 5:00 am.

The Young Man had to shift the times of his neighborhood rounds because Marshall requested an earlier time slot. But all it really meant was he left his house a half-hour earlier. Not a big deal. This guy said there’d be two guys now. He just hoped there’d be time enough to take care of them both before he went next door. The Old Guy and His Neighbor would be fine. They wouldn’t know the difference. They’d still get what they needed.

At five o’clock sharp, Marshall heard a slight tap on the back door and the redhead stepped inside. The Young Man lived up to his promise. Marshall stepped into the mudroom and opened his robe revealing his arousal to The Young Man who eagerly got down on his knees and get started.

Rasmus came over about 10 minutes later. Marshall and the Young Man were well into the throes of it when He arrived. Rasmus quickly threw off his robe and walked over to join in. The sight of Rasmus’ fully naked body and massive hardon approaching him, got Marshall even more aroused. Rasmus being an extremely tactile guy started rubbing his hands all over Marshall’s body as The Young Man continued working him over down below. All this excitement was heightened by its newness. It didn’t take much more before Marshall rewarded The Young Man with his savory morning load. The Young Man slurped loudly as Marshall’s offering filled his mouth and throat. He made high-pitched whimpers as he tried desperately to swallow every drop, not wanting to waste a single drop.

Leaning back on his haunches, The Young Man, looked up at the two men towering over him and waited as they shifted positions. Rasmus replaced Marshall in front of The Young Men, standing with one leg planted on either side of The Young Man’s crouched body. The Young Man cautiously, timidly, eyed the burly man in front of him. He took in his height and muscular broadness, feeling how small he was in comparison. He opened his mouth as wide as he could. Waiting for this burly man to lean in show him how it wanted it.

He wasn’t disappointed. Rasmus, left on his own, one on one, was a growling verbal dominant, instructing The Young Man exactly how to please him. Marshall stood behind him. Wrapping his arms around him and stroking his sweat-soaked body with his hands, arousing himself again as he did so. He loved the curve and the granite feel to his gluts. Rasmus grunted in appreciation. Marshall let his newly aroused prick slide slowly up and down the tight crevice between those ass mountains. Rasmus pushed against his rock-hard cock letting Marshall know he enjoyed the feel of him while his front side was simultaneously engaged.

Marshall heard the same high-pitched whimpers coming from The Young Man and he knew Rasmus was emptying his balls down his throat. He pinched Rasmus' eraser-sized nipples as he came getting a satisfying grunt and a final squirt from him.

Rasmus pulled his cock from the pink-lipped orifice and stepped back. He bent down and reached under The Young Man’s armpits and lifted him up. Because he was at least six or seven inches taller than this kid, Rasmus leaned down and covered his mouth with his own. He slipped his tongue between The Young Man’s lips and explored the astonished Young Man’s mouth. He purred as he tasted himself, sucking some out and tasting his seed.

He pulled away slightly and liked The Young Man’s lips leaving a trace of tangy juice for him to taste. Rasmus stood tall now and smiled at the pink-faced Young Man. There was such an odd look on his face. It seemed almost like he was going to cry. Rasmus reached out with his huge arms spread wide. When the Young Man didn’t move he stepped in close and wrapped him up in those arms surrounding him with sweaty muscle. The Young Man gasped but let himself stay surrounded by Rasmus.

As soon as Rasmus eased his arms apart, The Young Man broke free and ran out of the house. Marshall smiled, amazed at Rasmus’ tenderness. It certainly wasn’t something he expected from a guy like him.

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