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GOOD NEIGHBOR POLICY
By Mike Hicks
(Men.May.2006.)
The first time Steve let me inside him is burned in my memory. The image
of him bending over my tool bench, my prick slowly disappearing in the
valley between his hard, white cheeks is one I havent been able to get
out of my mind since it happened. Youd understand if you saw his ass.
Its a perfect ass, round, muscular, and on that day, all mine.
Id had a hard on for Steve from the moment hed showed up at my garage
door with a six-pack of beer resting against his broad, T-shirt clad
torso. The guy was a Nordic God; blond, bearded, a muscular frame topped
off by a wide smile with just a hint of boyishness in it.
Thought Id come over and welcome you to the neighborhood. I live next
door. Good Neighbor policy; you know how it is, he chuckled.
Well thanks, I replied, thats nice of you. My names Joe. I tried
to keep my eyes from travelling to his crotch. Cmon in. I was just
getting my tools organized.
It had been just a week since Id moved from the gay fast-lane to this
little town. I was looking to take a break from sex or from just
meaningless sex. This seemed like a good place to get a taste of
celibacy. Seeing Steve reminded me of what I was missing.
Steve helped me unpack my tools and as we made a dent in the six-pack we
got to know each other a little. Turned out we had a lot in common; we
both had the gene that makes a guy tinker with an orphaned car without a
goal other than taking it apart and putting it back together. By the
time wed killed the six-pack I was beginning to think I could be
friends with this guy. I figured that if he could handle having a gay
guy for a friend, I could handle having a straight hunk for one. At
least I assumed he was straight. I never asked him, and while I was very
up front about my orientation, he never offered any information.
Steve ended up spending a couple of evenings a week with me in my
garage. I heard all about his life in this small town. It surprised me
that he was interested in hearing about the gay urban world Id fled.
After a while he began to trust me with more personal stuff; his dreams
and disappointments. He was a smart guy stuck in a nowhere place, cut
out for something better than this. I liked him, felt sorry for him;
began to miss him on the nights he didnt come over. But I respected him
too much to put the moves on him.
So it took me by surprise when he kissed me.
Id asked him to hand me a crescent wrench. When I grabbed it, he didnt
let go right away. His eyes locked on mine for a tentative moment, and
then he moved his face toward me. I didnt believe it was actually
happening until he placed his lips against mine. They were soft, moist
and pleasantly hot. He lingered for a moment and then drew back. His
look was hard to parse Curiosity? Puzzlement?
Steve, I said, Buddy are you sure you want this?
He nodded and swallowed hard. The answer was a whispered
Yes. Then he brought his mouth back to mine, and his
whiskers pressed against my cheek. The tip of his tongue made
a cautious trip between my lips. I let my tongue meet his. He
let out a moan as they entwined. We spent a good five minutes
exploring each others mouths. Even measured against
everything we did with each other in the months that
followed, that first kiss was the hottest.
I pulled his T-shirt up over his pecs and ran my fingers over the
strawberry blond fur. He seemed to like it, and did the same with me. It
also seemed to make his tongue bolder. He drove it into my mouth now.
I knew hed have the kind of dick that, when hard, was impossible to
hide in blue jeans. I unbuttoned them and pulled them down. His boner
ran left in his white briefs. I planted a kiss on his flat stomach, then
inched his briefs down. I wasnt surprised that a big guy like Steve had
a huge cock. But I was surprised by how beautiful it was: thick,
straight, and so hard that it felt like flesh over steel. His bush was
darker than the sun bleached hair on his head and chest. The fur was
thick and spread down under his balls. I planted a kiss on the wet tip
of his dick. He trembled.
Long time since youve had a blow job, Steve?
Well he paused and cleared his throat. I guess Ive never had one.
I engulfed the head in my mouth and ran my tongue around it. The taste
of his salty juice really turned me on. I unzipped my own pants while I
continued to service him. I popped that head out of my mouth and ran my
tongue down to his nuts. Then I took a trip within range of his asshole,
but stopped short and moved back up the cock shaft, putting the head in
my mouth again. Moans and grunts came out of him whenever I touched a
new sexual frontier.
His big cock was surprising easy to swallow; soon my nose was resting in
his pubes. I held him there for a minute before I let it pop out of my
mouth.
Like that, Steve? I looked up at him while I teased his knob with my
tongue.
Oh, yes, he said. Please do it again. Please He was so polite, it
would have been comical if he hadnt been breathing the words with such
sincere intensity that it was impossible for me not to get excited by
them.
I started sucking him in earnest then, turned on even more by his
involuntary verbal reactions, by the taste of his delicious juices and
by the fact that this was my new buddys first time.
He set his own rhythm, fucking my mouth gently at first, then picking up
the pace as he got closer. My own hard cock was drooling now. He
suddenly pulled out of my mouth and came with a shout. His juice pooled
on the garage floor and he added more to it, jacking his dick as he
finished.
Any worries I might have had about his disappearing permanently after
that blow job were dispelled when he showed up as usual the following
evening. His visits became more frequent, our conversations deeper and
more personal, our friendship stronger and our sex hotter.
Eventually he told me that he was gay. Hed never had gay sex before me,
though mostly because he said hed never met another gay guy before
Id moved into the neighborhood.
After a few weeks I got him to try fucking me. He was wary, but as soon
as he got his dick into me, there was no question that he loved it. We
went at it everywhere and in every position: doggy-style, with me on my
back, in the garage against the work bench, in the shower and once in
the mens room at an auto parts store. One time we even got busted by
our perky neighbor Lisa, who had stopped by unexpectedly. The look on
her face! Later, Steve told me that she confessed to him that while
shocked, she also found seeing us going at it kinda hot.
It was hot. His cock inside me was amazing, strong and filled me
perfectly. It was the best sex Id ever known.
It took a couple of months before he was finally ready to go down on me.
His first efforts were touching, more for his eagerness to please me
than for his skill. But he was a quick study, and before long he had me
letting out my own involuntary cries. Sometimes we just kissed, jacking
each other off in the process rather than having to let go of the
pleasure of each others mouths.
I didnt think hed be into getting fucked, so I didnt suggest it. He
was the one who brought it up one day in my garage. I leaned him forward
against the work bench so he could brace himself and had him drop his
pants, telling his to stop me if it became too uncomfortable.
Id never seen an ass as purely hot as Steves before. It was toned and
muscular, white compared to the tan on his back and legs, completely
smooth on the cheeks but with that same dark-blond upholstery lining his
crack. He was breathing heavily now.
I began rocking in and out gently. As I built up momentum he let out
little cries of pleasure. He looked so good: sweating, writhing and
liking it. Before long I was plunging into his asshole as hard as I
could and he was talking dirty for me: Fuck me. He groaned. Oh, yes!
Fuck me, buddy! Cmon, give it to me. Give it to me hard! Oh, yeah, so
good, so hard, so deep! I want it all
I complied, giving him everything I had. Finally, I came so hard, I felt
my knees buckle. He let out a guttural howl of ecstasy and shot his load
all over me. We both remained standing, panting and trembling, my arms
around him, my lips kissing his sweaty skin. There was jizz everywhere.
That was amazing, he smiled.
We laid down on the blanket and kissed deeply, exploring each others
bodies without reservation.
Hey, buddy, theres one thing we havent tried yet, he murmured.
Whats that?
Your bed.
Steve stood up and held out his hand to me. We stood facing each other
and I took his large hand in mine. Come on, neighbor.
-------------------------
Thanks to original poster in Yahoo! gaymagazinefiction group!
Enjoy!
By Mike Hicks
(Men.May.2006.)
The first time Steve let me inside him is burned in my memory. The image
of him bending over my tool bench, my prick slowly disappearing in the
valley between his hard, white cheeks is one I havent been able to get
out of my mind since it happened. Youd understand if you saw his ass.
Its a perfect ass, round, muscular, and on that day, all mine.
Id had a hard on for Steve from the moment hed showed up at my garage
door with a six-pack of beer resting against his broad, T-shirt clad
torso. The guy was a Nordic God; blond, bearded, a muscular frame topped
off by a wide smile with just a hint of boyishness in it.
Thought Id come over and welcome you to the neighborhood. I live next
door. Good Neighbor policy; you know how it is, he chuckled.
Well thanks, I replied, thats nice of you. My names Joe. I tried
to keep my eyes from travelling to his crotch. Cmon in. I was just
getting my tools organized.
It had been just a week since Id moved from the gay fast-lane to this
little town. I was looking to take a break from sex or from just
meaningless sex. This seemed like a good place to get a taste of
celibacy. Seeing Steve reminded me of what I was missing.
Steve helped me unpack my tools and as we made a dent in the six-pack we
got to know each other a little. Turned out we had a lot in common; we
both had the gene that makes a guy tinker with an orphaned car without a
goal other than taking it apart and putting it back together. By the
time wed killed the six-pack I was beginning to think I could be
friends with this guy. I figured that if he could handle having a gay
guy for a friend, I could handle having a straight hunk for one. At
least I assumed he was straight. I never asked him, and while I was very
up front about my orientation, he never offered any information.
Steve ended up spending a couple of evenings a week with me in my
garage. I heard all about his life in this small town. It surprised me
that he was interested in hearing about the gay urban world Id fled.
After a while he began to trust me with more personal stuff; his dreams
and disappointments. He was a smart guy stuck in a nowhere place, cut
out for something better than this. I liked him, felt sorry for him;
began to miss him on the nights he didnt come over. But I respected him
too much to put the moves on him.
So it took me by surprise when he kissed me.
Id asked him to hand me a crescent wrench. When I grabbed it, he didnt
let go right away. His eyes locked on mine for a tentative moment, and
then he moved his face toward me. I didnt believe it was actually
happening until he placed his lips against mine. They were soft, moist
and pleasantly hot. He lingered for a moment and then drew back. His
look was hard to parse Curiosity? Puzzlement?
Steve, I said, Buddy are you sure you want this?
He nodded and swallowed hard. The answer was a whispered
Yes. Then he brought his mouth back to mine, and his
whiskers pressed against my cheek. The tip of his tongue made
a cautious trip between my lips. I let my tongue meet his. He
let out a moan as they entwined. We spent a good five minutes
exploring each others mouths. Even measured against
everything we did with each other in the months that
followed, that first kiss was the hottest.
I pulled his T-shirt up over his pecs and ran my fingers over the
strawberry blond fur. He seemed to like it, and did the same with me. It
also seemed to make his tongue bolder. He drove it into my mouth now.
I knew hed have the kind of dick that, when hard, was impossible to
hide in blue jeans. I unbuttoned them and pulled them down. His boner
ran left in his white briefs. I planted a kiss on his flat stomach, then
inched his briefs down. I wasnt surprised that a big guy like Steve had
a huge cock. But I was surprised by how beautiful it was: thick,
straight, and so hard that it felt like flesh over steel. His bush was
darker than the sun bleached hair on his head and chest. The fur was
thick and spread down under his balls. I planted a kiss on the wet tip
of his dick. He trembled.
Long time since youve had a blow job, Steve?
Well he paused and cleared his throat. I guess Ive never had one.
I engulfed the head in my mouth and ran my tongue around it. The taste
of his salty juice really turned me on. I unzipped my own pants while I
continued to service him. I popped that head out of my mouth and ran my
tongue down to his nuts. Then I took a trip within range of his asshole,
but stopped short and moved back up the cock shaft, putting the head in
my mouth again. Moans and grunts came out of him whenever I touched a
new sexual frontier.
His big cock was surprising easy to swallow; soon my nose was resting in
his pubes. I held him there for a minute before I let it pop out of my
mouth.
Like that, Steve? I looked up at him while I teased his knob with my
tongue.
Oh, yes, he said. Please do it again. Please He was so polite, it
would have been comical if he hadnt been breathing the words with such
sincere intensity that it was impossible for me not to get excited by
them.
I started sucking him in earnest then, turned on even more by his
involuntary verbal reactions, by the taste of his delicious juices and
by the fact that this was my new buddys first time.
He set his own rhythm, fucking my mouth gently at first, then picking up
the pace as he got closer. My own hard cock was drooling now. He
suddenly pulled out of my mouth and came with a shout. His juice pooled
on the garage floor and he added more to it, jacking his dick as he
finished.
Any worries I might have had about his disappearing permanently after
that blow job were dispelled when he showed up as usual the following
evening. His visits became more frequent, our conversations deeper and
more personal, our friendship stronger and our sex hotter.
Eventually he told me that he was gay. Hed never had gay sex before me,
though mostly because he said hed never met another gay guy before
Id moved into the neighborhood.
After a few weeks I got him to try fucking me. He was wary, but as soon
as he got his dick into me, there was no question that he loved it. We
went at it everywhere and in every position: doggy-style, with me on my
back, in the garage against the work bench, in the shower and once in
the mens room at an auto parts store. One time we even got busted by
our perky neighbor Lisa, who had stopped by unexpectedly. The look on
her face! Later, Steve told me that she confessed to him that while
shocked, she also found seeing us going at it kinda hot.
It was hot. His cock inside me was amazing, strong and filled me
perfectly. It was the best sex Id ever known.
It took a couple of months before he was finally ready to go down on me.
His first efforts were touching, more for his eagerness to please me
than for his skill. But he was a quick study, and before long he had me
letting out my own involuntary cries. Sometimes we just kissed, jacking
each other off in the process rather than having to let go of the
pleasure of each others mouths.
I didnt think hed be into getting fucked, so I didnt suggest it. He
was the one who brought it up one day in my garage. I leaned him forward
against the work bench so he could brace himself and had him drop his
pants, telling his to stop me if it became too uncomfortable.
Id never seen an ass as purely hot as Steves before. It was toned and
muscular, white compared to the tan on his back and legs, completely
smooth on the cheeks but with that same dark-blond upholstery lining his
crack. He was breathing heavily now.
I began rocking in and out gently. As I built up momentum he let out
little cries of pleasure. He looked so good: sweating, writhing and
liking it. Before long I was plunging into his asshole as hard as I
could and he was talking dirty for me: Fuck me. He groaned. Oh, yes!
Fuck me, buddy! Cmon, give it to me. Give it to me hard! Oh, yeah, so
good, so hard, so deep! I want it all
I complied, giving him everything I had. Finally, I came so hard, I felt
my knees buckle. He let out a guttural howl of ecstasy and shot his load
all over me. We both remained standing, panting and trembling, my arms
around him, my lips kissing his sweaty skin. There was jizz everywhere.
That was amazing, he smiled.
We laid down on the blanket and kissed deeply, exploring each others
bodies without reservation.
Hey, buddy, theres one thing we havent tried yet, he murmured.
Whats that?
Your bed.
Steve stood up and held out his hand to me. We stood facing each other
and I took his large hand in mine. Come on, neighbor.
-------------------------
Thanks to original poster in Yahoo! gaymagazinefiction group!
Enjoy!
