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Wilson, my next-door neighbor, backed his car into his parking space as I watched from the window. It wasn't the same rusty Volkswagen that he had been driving for the entirety of the time that our family had been residing in this townhouse. Wilson got a brand-new BMW. Shining in the sunlight, the black vehicle was clearly not the tiniest model available but a full-size SUV. It barely fit into the parking spot.

Wilson leaned back with an arrogant expression as the other men in the house approached the man's penis extension one by one. Hendricks was kicking tires; he was sixty years old, a hothead, and he detested children because he had never had one.

Wilson must have a small dick, Hendricks said, eyes still on the rims. "I mean because he purchased this," Hendricks' remarks were disregarded by everyone, including Wilson.

Hendricks was the oldest of the six men in the backyard. Sam Crane was the youngest, with two kids under the age of 30, while the others were in between. I was already in my fifties, and the rest of the people in the house were roughly the same age.

The terraced house's backyards were long and narrow, and I had bought a rechargeable lawnmower that I occasionally lent to a few neighbors. My next-door neighbor Brian brought it up again while we were looking at the vehicle.

“Would you mind letting me borrow that lawnmower for a little while?” Brian asked. "Our Tom is a lazy teenager, and neither I nor he feel like pushing with an antique propeller."

"When would you need it?" I asked.

"Whenever it suits you,"

I say, "Well, why don't we go get it."

I invited Brian inside. My wife was making coffee and asked if the neighbor wanted a cup as well. We relaxed outside in the backyard on a warm summer afternoon.

"My wife has tickets to a stadium concert this weekend." She also reserved a hotel room. However, Joanna is unable to go because she's at the school's student gathering before the start of the semester. I mean, would you let your wife go to the big city?”

My wife overheard the conversation and was overjoyed. She immediately went to the neighbor to make travel arrangements.

"This happened at the perfect time because Sally is also cycling in the archipelago, which means that I can be totally alone in the peace of my own company." Sally was our daughter and she was 16 years old at the time.

"I have the same intentions; a short break from the family will do me good." Brian chuckled.

The next-door neighbor tucked the clipper under his arm and said he'd bring it back soon. My lawn was just cut, so I said there's no need to hurry.

The concert was on Saturday, but the ladies were already keeping themselves busy on Friday. I was sitting in an armchair, watching sports on TV, when my phone chirped to alert me to a message. It was a message from Brian, and what I read was very confusing. It said:

- What's up, Marty? My wife will be gone on Saturday, so I'll have time for some fun. Would you like a taste of this? -

The message was accompanied by a photo of a rock-hard cock, and the background of the photo was clearly the living room of the neighbor. I realized right away that Brian had accidentally messaged me instead of Marty. There was an unexpected revelation about the neighbor's man, one that he probably wouldn't have brought up on his own.

The stiff dick in the picture wasn't longer than average, but it was thick; the lady next door had every reason to be pleased. However, it was obvious that Brian also had desires in the opposite direction. I was curious as to how many times Marty had eaten Brian's fatty meat.  For some reason, I felt tingling in my stomach.

On Saturday morning, I took the women to the train station and picked up a box of beer from the supermarket. Ahead would be a quieter than a calm evening at home with beer and bench sports. I went for pizza and went for a few miles of jogging. I lay on the bed surfed the internet on my phone and took a little nap. At five o'clock, I kicked up the Beer and poured it into a glass.

I had just finished sipping three coors when the doorbell rang.

I put the mower in the small shed next to the front door and asked the man for a beer. Brian was happy to come and soon we both had pints of ice cold frosty. I couldn't help but think that Marty hadn't wanted to, but the man probably hadn't even gotten the message.

"Hey, here's your lawnmower. What I'm holding out here is just a handy machine," Brian said.

I asked the man for a beer after putting the mower away in the little shed by the front door. Brian was glad to arrive, and soon we both had pints of icy frosty. I couldn't help but think that Marty might have wanted to taste Brian's meaty rod. Whoever the man might have been.

You also chose to stay in? Were there no plans? I asked, curious to find out what kind of response I would get.

Well, there weren't any grand plans here. It was a little bit of fun with someone, but it didn't happen. Brian responded.

Lovely lady, perhaps? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

"Something like that, yes."

"But not exactly?"

Brian seemed thoughtful. He pulled his phone from his pocket and I could see he was checking his WhatsApp messages. He remained silent, though.

We drank some beer and started to feel a little tipsy. The thought of what Brian's cock had looked like in the photo made me feel that old familiar tingle again. What would it look like in real life? We once more had empty glasses. Brian stood up and grabbed my pint.

“I'll take care of these,” he said.

I said, "I might have something a little more spirited," and followed the man into the kitchen. I took the whiskey glasses from the cabinet and set them on the countertop. "Grab a bottle from over there and fill up our glasses."

Brian got a bottle from the cabinet and stood behind me. I was between the counter and the man as he poured the golden yellow liquid into the glasses. If I hadn't known what I did know, I wouldn't have paid any attention to the fact that I could feel him pressing himself against my butt.

As Brian set the bottle down on the table, I pressed my ass against his hip and he put his hand on my shoulder. As insane as it sounds, my cock began to harden. I turned around, and our hips were facing each other. Brian made no attempt to flee.       "Cheers," he toasted as he raised the glass to his lips. Brian would definitely notice that I already had a full hard-on.

"Cheers," I said, moving my hips against him slightly. We were both wearing thin shorts, so I could feel the stiffness of Brian's cock against my own. Brian licked his lips after taking another sip. We just stood there, silently staring at each other.

"I accidentally texted the wrong number." He said, and I nodded. Brian reached over and slid his hand over my butt. Since we were both the same size, our noses almost touched.

He drew me even closer to him. I drank the whiskey in a single gulp and then placed the glass down behind me. We share a lot of similarities. We both have short beards and some stubble under our noses. Some belly and shaved heads. I noticed Brian's hand shaking as he attempted to set the glass down on the table. The glass broke as it fell to the ground, but neither Brian nor I were bothered by it.

I decided to act on my own and carry out what we both clearly expected. Brian's lips were in contact with mine as I licked them wet. Our tongues touched when Brian opened his mouth. Two big grown men shared wet kisses. Our hands traveled around each other's bodies as we rotated our stiff, thin-fabric-separated organs against one another.

Brian grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and yanked it off me in one swift motion. I did the same to him, and our hairy breasts met, and I heard them crackle as they pressed against each other. In the yard next door, Sanderson and Randolph were discussing the upcoming football season. Little do they know what happened at my place.

I let go of Brian and turned him around. From behind I nudged him to move. He must have had some idea of what I was thinking because the trip ended in the bed that I shared with my wife. We both got down on our sides, facing each other and kissed passionately. Brian reached between my legs and gripped the rigid pole with his hand.

"There's an eager guy here," he said as he slid his hand under the elastic band of my shorts.  I pushed myself up a little, and Brian drew them to my knees. I kicked them off, leaving me completely naked in my horny neighbor's arms. I felt more fervent than ever as we licked each other all over. Then Brian took off his own shorts and sat up. After he drew me in, I was able to cross my legs over his waist and sit between his legs. Our cocks were touching each other, and we could see each other's fucking toys.

TO BE CONTINUED

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