Homewrecker Ch. 03

A mistake order of rocks meant Joseph had new boulders to use in his backyard. He had a small raised patch he had been thinking of transforming into a flower bed for a while now. Even though the sun made him sweat and dirt caked under his nails, there was nothing Joseph liked more than hard labor on a summer day.

For hours, he hauled the rocks out of his truck and into his backyard through the side gate. It took some time to line them up properly, and by the time he got to filling in the empty space with compost and soil, he was parched. He turned to his trusty cooler, which had a few beers and bottles of water stored inside.

Carrie had left for work early that morning, and she wouldn't be home until around seven. That meant he was alone again. That seemed to often coincide with their new neighbor coming around to ask for help.

He sat down on the edge of his porch, drinking first one bottle of water, then pouring another on his sweat-streaked head. He was too distracted by the cooling relief to notice Danny coming up to the fence to greet him.

"I see you've been hard at work," he said, his eyes pointedly focused on Joseph's tight, wet t-shirt.

"Just working on the yard. It's a never-ending process," Joseph replied. Thankfully, Danny was wearing clothes this time. Since he had seen him naked, Danny seemed to take more frequently to wearing just shorts when he came over to talk. Too often they revealed more than they should have.

"I get what you mean. I'm still trying to whip this place into shape. I think I'm going to miss out on planting this year," Danny said, voice a little solemn. "But I can't say I don't enjoy the work. It's rewarding."

"It is." Joseph took a long drink, then sighed. Perhaps this would be a normal conversation with his neighbor.

"You look pretty parched. Hey, I made a fresh batch of lemonade this morning. Why don't you come in and cool off with a drink?"

The offer sounded great coming from anyone else, but it would be rude to decline, especially when his smile seemed so genuine. So Joseph agreed. He made his way around the fence and wiped most of his sweat on his already soaked shirt.

Danny let him in through the back door, directly into the kitchen. He was wearing a cropped shirt that showed off his stomach and shorts that hung way too low. He pulled out a couple glasses from his cabinets and poured them each a glass.

Joseph took in the sight of the house from his seat at the island. There were still some boxes tucked in corners, but for the most part it seemed like Danny had settled in quite well to the house. Inspecting the layout of the furniture kept his attention off of Danny.

Danny sat down across from him.

"You know, Joseph, I hope I haven't made you uncomfortable. I know I might not have been the neighbor you expected," Danny said, looking down into his glass. Joseph gulped.

"No, not at all," he lied. "It's... You're fine."

"I'm glad to hear it. I was worried I might scare you off. But you don't seem to mind everything you've seen so far."

"What I've- uh, what I've seen?" Joseph wasn't sure where he was going with this.

"You don't need to play coy. I know you must be curious about me. I see the way you stare at my body. I know how much of it you've seen. Don't you want to ask any questions?" He spoke softly, his hand reaching out across the island.

The gears were turning hard in Joseph's head. He was at a loss for words. He finally managed to eek the question out. "You're a man, right?"

"As much as you are," Danny nodded.

"But you have..." He couldn't say the word. It was too much.

"Mhmm.. I do. Do you want a closer look?" Danny's fingers curled around Joseph's hand and he leaned forward, eyes darkened.

"What?" Joseph's eyes went wide and he drew his hand back. In his panic, he knocked his glass over. Lemonade spilled onto his shirt and shorts.

"Oh no, let me get you some paper towels," Danny said. He didn't sound all that sorry.

He rose from his chair and pulled some towels from a roll on the counter. He came around the other side to Joseph. Instead of handing the towels over, though, he began to dab at the mess himself.

"It's fine, Danny," Joseph tried to say. His words fell on deaf ears, as the man only continued to soak up lemonade from his clothes. His hand went lower and lower, until he was patting the front of Joseph's shorts dry. Joseph didn't know what was worse, the fact that Danny was palming his cock through his shorts, or that he was getting hard from it. His erection did not go unnoticed.

"What do we have here?"

Danny didn't let up, even as Joseph's fingers wrapped around that slender wrist. He wasn't sure whether to pull Danny's hand away or push it down further. Danny made the decision for him. He squeezed Joseph's cock firmly, enough to make the man's hips roll up and he groaned.

"Danny, stop it. This is wrong," he gasped.

"Why?" Danny tilted his head, a devilish smirk on his face.

"I'm married! I have a wife. I might-- we're trying to--" Joseph's throat closed on the words. He couldn't even say it.

Danny responded by lowering to his knees. He was eye-level with Joseph's tented shorts. Joseph couldn't stop him from unbuttoning his pants. He closed his eyes when his cock sprung out, hard and wanting.

"Can't you see how badly your body wants this? Wants me? Carrie doesn't have to know." Danny leaned forward and licked the red tip of his dick, tongue dipping beneath his foreskin. He groaned and his hips rose up off the chair. Then Danny took his whole cock in his mouth, and Joseph groaned.

He was skilled, that much was obvious. Joseph's tip bumped the back of his throat, but Danny never so much as gagged, only slurping whorishly up and down his length. All the shame melted away as he was buried inside that wet, burning heat.

His pleasure was interrupted by Danny pulling back and fluttering his lashes up at him.

"Mm, you taste so good," Danny gasped. His tongue ran along his lips, breaking the line of pre-cum that stretched between them.

"I can't. I shouldn't be here," Joseph tried again to argue.

"You're enjoying this, don't deny it. Just sit back and fuck my mouth," Danny whispered. He mouthed up the length of Joseph's cock until he took the tip between his lips and began to bob his head again.

"Sh-shit," Joseph stuttered. He began rolling his hips up to meet Danny's mouth. The man's tongue massaged his shaft with practiced movements. Joseph grabbed onto the man's soft, perfect hair and pulled him down hard.

Danny moaned around him. He guided Danny's head to take him over and over. He buried the younger man's nose into his pubes, forcing him to breath in the smell of his sweat and musk. It only turned them both on more. There was no way out that didn't involve Joseph finishing in his mouth.

Joseph growled through his orgasm. He shook with the force of it, cum shooting hot and thick down Danny's throat. His balls pulsed so hard it nearly hurt. And it kept going, and going. He wanted to stay here forever, buried in this man's throat.

Danny swallowed every last drop, panting hard through his nose and looking up through half-lidded eyes.

When Joseph's drooping cock slipped from his mouth, he licked his lips, then opened wide to show his clean tongue. Joseph could have fainted.

"Wasn't that fun?" Danny's voice was raspy from Joseph's rough use of his throat. He rose up, letting those damned shorts fall from his hips with one shove. He was wearing just his cropped shirt now.

"Danny," Joseph tried to say. Whatever argument he might have had died. Danny did have a dick. It was small, maybe the size of his thumb, but it stood pink and hard between his legs.

"I intrigue you, don't I? You can take a closer look. You can even feel it if you want." He used one hand to spread his lips and show off what hid beneath his pubes. Joseph swallowed hard. He'd seen pussy before. Hell, he was married. But Danny's body was different.

"This is too much," he managed to eek out.

"If you aren't enjoying yourself, you can always leave. The door is right there."

Joseph couldn't respond. He clenched his eyes shut, his fist balling on the counter. He couldn't look at Danny. The man's voice curled around him, drawing him in like a siren's song. Danny straddled his thigh, his pussy leaving a small, slick trail up Joseph's hairy leg. The man's little dick was firm against him.

"You know, I love watching you work on your yard. Seeing how easily you move around that heavy equipment gets me so wet and hard. It drives me crazy, how much I need a big strong man like you," Danny sighed against him. He leaned against Joseph's chest and began to roll his hips.

"Danny..." He took in the sight of the man on top of him. Danny's face was flushed pink and his mouth was open, letting out soft moans of pleasure as he rode Joseph's thigh.

"Oh, Joseph," Danny moaned. "I want you so bad."

Something was broken in him. He pushed Danny away from him, and the younger man stumbled back, eyes wide.

"I need to go."

Joseph hurried out of the house, any pretense of politeness forgotten. The slick of Danny's pussy was a sticky reminder on his thigh as he slammed the backdoor shut behind him and retreated into his own house.

He dumped his clothes on the bathroom floor and turned shower on. No amount of lathering, scrubbing, and rinsing could remove the shame boiling in his belly. Even as the dirt of manual labor washed down the drain, swirling black on the tub floor, Joseph felt filthy.

Carrie would be heartbroken.