Fucking My Neighbor 02

Fucking My Neighbor 02

It was about a month after I fucked my neighbor Allen after the poker party. He sucked me off, and I fucked him in the parking lot near the jogging path.

He was like a teenage boy after he got his first piece of ass; anxious for more. Only he was anxious to have my cock in his ass. In a few short weeks, Allen went from a heterosexual suburbanite with a mortgage, wife, and two kids to a bisexual slut. All he wanted to do was suck and fuck!

I couldn't complain. He broke a long bisexual drought for me. My long-time lover lives on the other side of the country and I seldom see him.

My tolerant wife tried to fill the void by pegging me. If you're the kind of guy who likes something stiff and fat in your ass, pegging is a good substitute. It'll never replace a hard dick but any port in a storm.

It was early evening, and I was putting the final touches on a report I needed to send to my employer. Since the pandemic, I have worked mostly from home. The company was threatening to have us come back into the office. So far, the bean counters have discouraged it. They pointed out that any lack of efficiency was more than offset by savings from not needing a brick-and-mortar address.

My doorbell camera announced that someone was in my driveway. It was Jim, my neighbor from down the cul-de-sac.

Jim occasionally participated in our monthly poker game. He was the stereotypical West Coast suburbanite, a devoted family man, and a deacon in his church.

With my wife, Anne, and kids up in the city shopping, I was dressed casually in jersey shorts, no shirt, and flip-flops. I had known Jim long enough that I didn't need to dress, so I went and opened the door.

"Jim! How are they hanging, buddy!"

I ushered him into my home and out onto our deck. I popped a couple of beers, and we sat at a redwood table adjacent to the hot tub.

"I'm not disturbing you, am I," Jim said. "I've wanted to talk to you but could never find the right moment."

I shifted a little in my chair. His tone suggested some issues that needed addressing.

"No! Not at all. I just finished filing a remote report and was taking a break anyway. Where's Kathy?"

Kathy was Jim's wife and the mother of his three children. She was in her 40s, good-natured, short, and rotund. She always seemed to be cooking and eating. That accounted for her big jiggly ass, humongous jugs, and Jim's portly physique.

Jim fidgeted in his chair and hesitated. As he slowly answered, I could tell he was about to say something difficult for him.

"Kathy's sister has the flu, and her husband is out of town. She's over there helping with her kids. I am here because my curiosity finally got the better of me. Allen told me about you and him, and I want to... uh... talk to you about it."

I fidgeted in my chair as I realized Allen had told him about our affair. With a few notable exceptions, I suppressed my bisexual tendencies after getting married after college. One notable exception was my ex-college roommate, Keith. We began with mutual masturbation and were fucking by our sophomore year.

The bachelor party the night before my wedding was he and I fucking and being fucked by two transsexuals. Keith lives in the Midwest now. However, we still hook up when our schedules permit.

Allen is also my neighbor and a participant in the rotating monthly poker game. While we were driving home after toking and drinking at last month's poker game, I fucked Allen for the first time. I fucked him once since then and gave him roadhead after our golf game last week.

Carrying on a bisexual affair is challenging. In a small town like ours, we're well-known. I'm the chamber of commerce president, and Allen is the bank president.

The second time Allen and I had sex was in the locker room of our country club after a golf tournament. It was an incredible risk, but we were both hot for each other. In our stolen moment, we managed to briefly 69, and I fucked Allen and came in his ass. He has become addicted to being buttfucked and cums spontaneously when I fuck him.

I was the first man he had sex with, and he took to it like a fish to water. I've even convinced him to wear his wife's panties occasionally.

Flabbergasted by Allen's indiscretion, I stared in disbelief and replied, trying to hide my growing concern. Allen and I have careers and families. If it became common knowledge that we were fucking, it could ruin our lives.

"Allen talks too much," I said ruefully, but yes, I'm bi."

The ball was in his court, and I waited for his answer.

"I... uh... I! Look, years ago, I had an... experience with a guy in our senior year in high school. It was in the locker room after basketball practice. We were the last ones there, and we went fooling around, popping each other's behinds with towels.

Well, one thing led to another, and we ended up wrestling on the shower floor, then feeling each other up and..."

Jim paused and took a big gulp of his beer, emptying it. I got up to get two more. When I returned, I sat the beers on the table and sat down. I decided to be direct.

"So, Jim, you and a friend sucked each other off twenty years ago in the high school shower?"

He nodded his head and took a swallow of beer.

"Did it go any farther?"

He dropped his head and turned bright red.

"So there have been other incidents."

"A couple of weeks ago, Kathy and I were returning from visiting her parents in Redwood City. We'd left late to go home. The kids were in the backseat asleep, and Kathy was curled up next to me.

I had to pee and pulled into a rest stop. It was after midnight, and the men's room hadn't been cleaned and was a pigsty. One of the toilets had backed up, and water was on the floor, but I had to go.

I was peeing, and this big black truck driver came in, took the urinal next to me, and pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen.

I must have been staring because he spoke to me. He said, 'Do you like what you see?"

I was stunned. I finished peeing and rushed over to wash my hands. He came over and took the wash bowl next to me."

"You didn't answer my question," he said.

"I wasn't staring at your dick," I said.

"Yes, you were," he said.

Then he unzipped his pants and pulled it out. "Get a good look," he said.

"Craig, I couldn't help myself! I just stared. 'Touch it,' he said.

"I don't know what came over me. I took it in my hand. It was huge. I couldn't get my fingers around it. I was like a snake charmed by a fakir's flute. I stroked it and couldn't stop."

"Did he make you suck him, Craig?"

I also fucked a truck driver in a rest stop. However, it was in the sleeper of his big rig while he was parked. It's the new hook-up spot!

"Yes," Craig replied almost in a whisper. "And once I started, I couldn't stop. I knelt on that filthy restroom floor and sucked him until he came in my mouth."

"How did you feel," I asked.

"Humiliated! But more turned on than I had been in years. After he came in my mouth, he wiped his cock on my face and walked out without saying another word."

"So Allen tells you about me and him, and you decided you wanted more dick?"

"Yes!" He was flushed and sweaty profusely.

"So you want us to suck each other's cock and maybe fuck?"

"I'm not gay, and I don't want to be fucked. That's why my friend in high school and I stopped... what we were doing."

"So there was more than a one-off in high school?"

"We visited each other's homes a few times. It got intense. We would 69 and finger each other's butts.

"Did he cum in your mouth?"

"yes," he said with his eyes downcast, "and I came in his mouth."

"Did it go any further?"

"Once he convinced me to let him...!" His voice trailed off.

"Fuck you," I finished for him.!

"Yes! But it hurt, and he wouldn't stop! I was trying to push him off me when he... orgasmed in my butt.

"How did that feel?"

"It felt... strange, but not bad. He wanted me to do him, but I was scared. I felt odd and tingly. I got dressed and left and stopped taking his calls."

"So what do you want from me, Jim? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to suck my dick? Or perhaps I suck your dick? Then you can deal with another twenty years of confused sexual identity?"

I was being tough on him. But I was pissed with Allen for violating my confidence. I was also concerned about who else he told.

Allen was a natural Bottom. He became what I called an Annie; he liked getting fucked anytime, anywhere.

"Maybe I should go. This was a bad idea."

He abruptly stood and started past me, heading to the door. I remained seated and held my arm out to stop him.

"You came for a blowjob. Drop your pants."

"Look, I...!"

"Look, you've been fantasizing about a man blowing you for twenty years. I'll suck you off, and you can fantasize about it for another twenty years."

I unzipped his pants, stuck my hand in his fly, found his cock, and retrieved it. He was a deer in the headlights, sweating even though it was a cool evening.

He had a nice size cock, maybe six or seven inches semi-hard as it was now. I stroked it a few times, and his precum covered my hand. Then I leaned forward and tongued his piss slit. He jumped high enough to pose a danger to low-flying airplanes.

"I think I should go."

"After I suck your cock," I replied.

I took his cock in my hand again, leaned forward, and took his cockhead in my mouth; I applied pressure to the very sensitive area on the underside of his glans as I slowly bobbed.

"Oh, fuck," he exclaimed.

"Do you like me sucking your cock, Jim?"

"God, yes!"

"Drop your pants."

"You're not going to... uh."

"Fuck you? Not unless you want me to. Did Allen tell you I fuck him, and he loves it."

"He just told me you guys get each other off sometimes."

Jim unbuckled his belt and slipped his pants down around his ankles. He flinched when I wrapped my arm around his ass and pulled him to me.

I am an excellent and enthusiastic cocksucker! I enjoy sucking cock, and having the guy cum in my mouth, and I ALWAYS swallow! I've had years of practice during my years-long affair with my old college roommate. The two transsexual women who were at my bachelor party and one I picked up in a bar helped me polish my technique. I've been told I could suck the proverbial golf ball through the proverbial straw.

I cupped Jim's balls, caressing them with one hand while the other stroked his shaft, and I sucked his dick. My tongue wrapped around his shaft as I sucked, adding to the sensation. Jim stood transfixed, his hips pumping.

"Sweet Jesus," Jim moaned and placed his hand on my head.

I took my hand on his shaft, wrapped it around his ass, and pulled him to me. He clenched his ass, and I told him to relax. I could feel his cock starting to swell in my mouth. He was going to cum.

I quickly gripped his shaft at the root, stopping him from cumming. He was frantic, pumping hard into my mouth. He was so far gone he didn't feel my finger on his anus until I slipped it in,

"No! No! Not my ass!"

He made a half-hearted attempt to pull away. His action caused my finger to penetrate his asshole fully. I felt the small button of his prostate gland and rubbed it while sucking him.

Jim whimpered as he got his first prostate gland massage. He placed his hands on my shoulders to keep from falling. I decided to let him cum and released my grip on the base of his shaft.

He came hard, pumping his seed into my mouth so hard I had to keep swallowing. He leaned against me to support himself. Finally, I got the last drops of semen. I took his cock out of my mouth and my finger from his ass and sat back in my chair.

Jim was spent from the intensity of his orgasm. He dropped to his knees gasping with his head in my lap. His breathing was harsh and labored as he recovered. While he was still dazed, I slid my shorts down, grabbed my cock, and tapped him on the cheek with it.

"Your turn," I said.

He looked up, glassy eyed. I tapped his mouth with my dick.

" Open up!"

I think he was going to protest. When his mouth opened, I pushed my cock in.

"Watch your teeth."

It was apparent he was an amateur, but he was eager. He placed a hand on each of my hips and bobbed enthusiastically. '

I leaned forward and caressed his ass. "Good boy! You're doing great."

When I stuck my finger back in his ass, he sighed and pushed back. Prostate massages are addictive; once you've had one, you always want another. Jim was experiencing that addiction.

I held his head in my hands as I came in his mouth. Jim repeatedly coughed, spitting up cum and saliva. He rocked back on his heels.

"That thing you did with my butt. My doctor does that when I have my annual prostate gland exam, but it never felt like that."

"It's getting late. My wife and kids should be back from shopping soon."

"I should go then."

"If you want! You've had your blowjob and said you didn't want to be fucked."

"I... just don't want to be gay."

"Jim, getting buttfucked doesn't make you gay. Wanting to be fucked to the exclusion of heterosexual sex does. As long as you fuck your wife, you're bisexual."

I stood and opened the drawer on the towel cabinet. The wife and I store KY jelly there for when we have anal or she pegs me.

"I can give you another quicky prostate massage if you want."

"Do we have time?" He hungrily moistened his lips.

"If we hurry. Turn around."

Jim turned slowly and awkwardly, his pants and underwear still around his ankles. I loved his ass. It was nice and plump and made to be fucked. I couldn't wait to watch my cock slip between his fat ass cheeks and into his ass.

I sat in my chair and squirted some KY onto my fingers. Jim's head dropped below his shoulders, and he whimpered when I stuck my lubricated finger in his ass.

As I fingered his ass, I pulled him closer to me. Just as his orgasm started, I pulled him down in my lap, lined my cock up with his anus, and penetrated him. At first, it was just my cockhead pushing through the first anal ring.

"It hurts," he gasped.

"Just relax."

He didn't try to move away. I squirted more lube on my cock and his starfish. I pulled him down farther, entering his bowels.

"Oh fuck!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

Jim's answer was to slide slowly up and down. I reached around, took his cock in my hand, and stroked it as I assfucked him. He mewled and began rotating his fat hairy ass on my cock.

"Do you like getting fucked, Jim?"

Jim placed his hands on my thighs for leverage and began to rise and fall on my cock in his ass. As I fucked him, he whimpered, obviously enjoying getting butt fucked.

"I... yes!"

I gripped his hips and began pulling him down as I thrusting up to meet his downstrokes, burying my dick balls deep in his ass. Jim leaned forward and whimpered.

"Dear God, Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

His cock began to swell in my hand as his anus clamped down on my dick.

"Aww, fuck," I screamed

I came in Jim's ass as he came all over my hands and the deck chair. Our frantic fucking slowed. I was exhausted and leaned back in the deck chair.

Two nuts in one night was pushing my limits. Once, back in the day, the wife and I did some shrooms, and we fucked all night, and I orgasmed repeatedly, but that is rare.

Jim leaned back with my softening cock still in his ass and lay his back against my chest. He moaned when I smeared his cum on my hand on his chest.

"You'd better get dressed. My family will be home soon."

"Okay."

He sat in my lap with my cock still in his ass, rotating his butt. He wanted more, and I wanted to give to him, but the wife and kids would be home soon. I smacked his hip hard.

"Get up, bitch!"

Jim slowly stood, groaning as my cock slipped from his ass. He was still experiencing the afterglow of a good fuck. He bent at the waist, breathing hard. His anus was still open between his hairy ass cheeks. A dollop of my cum dripped from his ass and landed on my deck.

"Get dressed."

He obediently pulled his underwear and pants up and turned to face me.

"I... uh... I..."

"Let me say it for you. You like getting buttfucked, and you want more."

I could see he was about to make the same tired argument about not being gay.

"Look, you're bisexual..."

"I'm not..." he interrupted.

"I know! I know! You're not gay. But you're standing in front of me with my cum dripping from your ass and staining your underwear so you're something other than heterosexual. Call it what you want!"

The growl of the garage door ended our conversation. Anne and the kids were home.

I stood, pulled Jim to me and kissed him hard on the mouth. He resisted at first, trying to pull away. I smacked his ass hard.

"Stop it and kiss me back. And hurry!"

I suspected that Jim was a submissive. The rough treatment seemed to excite him. I heard the wife and kids in the garage and hurriedly pulled him to me and kissed him again. I pushed my hand between us and stroked his cock as we kissed. He moaned as I pushed my tongue into his mouth.

I broke the kiss and ushered him toward the front door as the wife and kids roared into the house from the garage like a storm coming off the ocean.

"Hi Jim," my wife, Anne, said, "How's your sister-in-law?"

"Kathy is still there and will probably be there a few more days."

"Have you had dinner? I picked up a bucket of chicken and some sides. You're welcome to join us."

"No thanks! I've eaten. See you guys later."

I stepped out the door with him. He was flushed, nervous, and confused. I surreptitiously stroked his ass.

"Go home, strip, get in bed, and wait for me."

"Are you coming by?"

"Yes!"

"Are you going to be long?"

I recall having girlfriends like Jim years ago. They were a little clingy, insecure, and anxious to stay close to you.

"I'll be as long as it takes. When I do get there, I want you naked and in your marriage bed."

I watched as he walked up the cul-de-sac to his home. It seemed my bisexual abstinence was over. Between Jim and Allen, I had all the ass and dick I needed.

I walked back into the house, grabbed a chicken leg, and chit-chatted with the wife for a while.

"I'm going up to Jim's to have a beer and keep him company for a while." I kissed my wife and headed up the street.

The door to Jim's house was open, and I walked in, closing it behind me. The house was dark except for a light in the bedroom. My cock plumped as I walked down the hall to the master bedroom. Jim was lying on his back on the bed, butt-ass naked.

"How's my bitch?"

Jim hesitated, unsure of how to answer. I cocked my head. "Well?"

"I'm fine," he said haltingly.

"Stroke your cock for me." He took his semi-hard cock in his hand and watched me undress as he stroked it.

"Say 'I want to suck your cock and then fuck me''"

"I want to suck your cock and then you fuck me."

A thin sheen of sweat covered his body as he watched me undress. I crawled on his bed, stopping with my cock at his head. With no prompting, still stroking his tool, he took me in his mouth.

"Good boy," I said, patting his ass.

There was no hesitancy; he was anxious to suck my dick. He stopped masturbating himself. He rolled on his side, wrapped his arms around my ass, and whimpered as he inhaled my cock.

I leaned over and slipped my finger in his ass. His cocksucking became even more urgent. His ass pumped back, fucking my finger in his ass. I wanted to extend our foreplay, but I had to get home. Anne was two houses down and could come to check on Jim.

"On your back," I said, slapping his ass.

I wanted to fuck Jim missionary and encourage his submissive streak. It seemed I was back in the bisexual lifestyle, and I wanted to be the Dom.

Jim rolled on his back. He was sweating heavily, and his eyes were bright and moist. I walked on my knees between his legs. Between the lube from when he was at my home and my cum in his ass, he didn't need any more lube.

I picked his legs up and put them on my shoulder. I lined my dick up with his ass and slowly entered Jim's ass.

"Oh God," he whimpered.

I looked down at my new bitch, whimpering and pumping against my dick in his fat ass.

"Do you like being fucked, Jim?'

He was looking up at me with that deer-in-the-headlights look. His conflict was written all over his face. He thought of himself as a heterosexual family man who had a few bisexual experiences. He realized that he loved being fucked and was scared of what it might lead to.

He flinched when I took his cock in my hand, but he didn't stop thrusting up, burying my cock in his bowels. At the angle I was fucking him, my cock kept rubbing his prostate. He was getting wild-eyed and wanton.

"You got a nice tight ass, Jim, and it's mine!" I stroked his cock as I fucked him.

"I'm going to cum," he wailed.

I redoubled my efforts. I had cum twice this evening, and my third nut was problematic. However, I wanted Jim to remember this fucking and come back for more. Also, I had to get home.

"Cum for me, bitch! Cum for me!"

I was pile drive fucking him with my balls repeatedly slapping against his ass. He'd be sore in the morning but we didn't have time. I felt that tingle deep in my balls. The hump in my back would have made a camel jealous.

Jim came first, profanely screaming and hollering. "Yes! Yes! Fill my ass with your jizz! So good! So fucking good!"

His first spurt arced in the air toward me, hitting my lower belly. The second soaked my pubic hair. The last was a dribble that coated his asshole and my shaft.

At the same time, I was squirting deep in his bowels. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of him, smearing his cum between us.

Jim surprised me when he took my face in his hands and gave me a long, tongue-filled kiss. We held the kiss for a while as my softening cock slipped out of his ass. I broke the kiss and rolled to my back.

Jim sat up in bed and hugged his knees. "So what happens now," he asked.

He rolled over and lay on my chest. He was seriously confused about who he was. I stroked his hairy butt as I tried to comfort him.

"The only difference between the Jim who walked into my home a few hours ago and this Jim lying in my arms is you've realized a fantasy. You're not gay! You're a bisexual guy who occasionally likes to suck and fuck. Now suck my dick to clean it up, and then get a wet towel and clean your cum off me so I can go home."

Jim briefly hesitated, then took my slimy cock in his mouth. He was tentative at first but then rose to his knees and was bobbing hard on my semi-hard cock. I had to make him stop! We didn't have time.

I cleaned up, and dressed. I kissed Jim and told him not to dress. To establish my dominance I wanted him to walk me to his door nude. I kissed Jim again at the door as I left. I made a mental note to talk to Allen. I don't know how many bicurious men were in our subdivision, but he must stop blabbing.

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