Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Neighborhood Seduction
Date: 31 Oct 1995 01:48:19 GMT

		   Friendly Neighborhood Seduction

	The house across the street had finally sold, after about six
months on the market. I was glad, because now, at least, maybe the
overgrown yard would be taken care of more regularly. I had spied my
new neighbor briefly a couple of times in the morning as I was leaving
for work and he was doing the same. He looked to be about 6'1, 175
lbs., brown hair, dark eyes and clean shaven. He was in his late
twenties or early thirties, a little taller than I usually like, but
he had a pleasant appearance and it looked like he lived alone.

	One Saturday morning, I was sitting at my computer/word
processor doing some office work. My "computer room" is the third
bedroom, on the front of the house, facing the house across the
street. I was wearing a tank top and a pair of knit shorts. For the
record, I'm a little over six feet tall, 185 lbs., brown hair and
eyes, hairy chest... no body builder, but in decent enough shape for
someone my age (early forties).

	As I worked diligently on my reports and forms, I kept being
distracted by my new neighbor as he passed back and forth with the
lawn mower. He was just wearing a pair of tight brief shorts with sox
and tennis shoes. His body began to glisten with sweat as he worked,
stopping every now and then to take the towel that was hanging from
the back of his waistband to mop his face. The neighborhood seemed
deserted, very little traffic. I know he was unaware that I was
watching him.

	Occasionally he let his hand drop to his crotch to readjust
his big balls, which I had seen bouncing in his shorts as he moved. As
he sweat more profusely, I could see that he wasn't wearing anything
under the shorts, which were now clinging to him and almost becoming
transparent... I could see the defined outline of his rounded
asscheeks, and, when he turned this way, I could see the outline of
his cock and balls.

	I was getting hotter and hotter watching him, and I finally
gave up on the paperwork, shut down the system and went into the
kitchen, got a huge 32 oz. tumbler, filled it with ice cubes, and a
large portion of fresh, homemade lemonade. I poured myself a glass,
and, taking a deep breath, headed across the street.

	As I crossed, he turned and headed in my direction and saw me.
A big, friendly smile appeared on his face especially when he spotted
the drinks in my hands. He killed the motor on the mower and walked
toward me. I could see the perspiration matting the hair on his chest,
and the outline of his cock and balls bouncing as he approached.

	"You look hot," I stated (double meaning intended); I offered
him the glass, which he gratefully took, and we introduced ourselves
to each other, shaking hands. His was hot and sweaty, for which he
apologized, and I said not to worry about it. His name, he said, was
Rich.

	As he took a sip of his drink, he said, "Let's head back
toward the shade under that big tree, and we exchanged small talk as
we headed toward the back of the lot. We lowered ourselves to the
ground, next to each other, leaning against the tree. The drinks went
down fast, especially his, since he was so overheated.

	I sneaked glances at him... his chest hair was matted and his
tits looked so prominent and suckable, about the size of quarters,
with little buds in their centers which were semi-erect. His feet were
on the ground, knees up and spread apart. I could distinctly see the
outline of his cock resting on those big balls, and I involuntarily
licked my lips. My cock began to swell. I said, "You still seem to be
awfully hot," and he replied, "Yeah, I thought this drink would cool
me off, but I still am overheated."

	I took a big swallow of my drink, retaining several ice cubes,
which I spit into my hand. Remarking that this ought to cool him off a
little, I rubbed my ice-filled palm over his chest and stomach. He
tensed from the cold, but immediately relaxed as the ice cooled his
chest and belly and a smile crossed his lips.

	I removed my hand, and he said, "Don't stop... that feels
great!" I then took ice in both hands and rubbed it over his
shoulders, across his chest again, and, as he leaned forward, rubbed
it up and down his back. As he lean further forward, I could see his
ass crack and the tops of the globes of his ass as his shorts slipped
down a little. Taking another handful of ice, I started in the middle
of his back and let my hand trail down inside the waistband of his
shorts... he leaned even more forward, causing his shorts to pull
further off his ass. I could feel the heat emanating from his crack,
and, glancing at his lap, I could see that his cock had begun to
thicken.

	Not a word was spoken between us... I could see that his eyes
were closed... I placed my hands at his sides and guided him by
lifting and turning him until he was kneeling with his ass up, his
face resting on his arms which were now on the ground. We were behind
the big tree now, virtually out of sight of the street. I grabbed the
waistband of his shorts and pulled them down until they were resting
just below the beautiful rounded globes of his ass, and, without
further ado, slipped my tongue into his ass crack, running it up and
down the hot canyon.

	Each time my tongue passed over his pulsing hole, I heard a
low moan escape his lips. As I lubricated his crack, mixing my saliva
with his sweat, my hands slowly pulled his shorts down so that they
were now at the ground. I pushed his legs apart gently and reached up
between them to let my palm slide across his hard cock. His balls were
hanging between his legs, below his crack, and each time I made the
down sweep with my tongue, I could feel the skin of his ballsack as my
chin came in contact with those his squirming balls.

	Working my tongue back up his crack, I felt the heat coming
from his hole, which was pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat... my
open-palmed hand was slipping up and down his hot cock. I scraped my
teeth along the tender skin surrounding his hole. I bit the little
hairs and pulled them... I felt his cock throb as it began to ooze
precum. His viscous man-juice mixed with the sweat from my palm and
the feeling on his cock had to be like a velvet cloth being rubbed
back and forth along it.

	I pointed my tongue and began probing at his hole. The volume
and intensity of his moaning increased. I was almost afraid that the
neighbors would hear. I pursed my lips and kissed his hot, sweet
asshole... it seemed to kiss me back... the withered opening puckering
to meet my lips, then flaring to reach for my tongue. I gladly
obliged, and let my hot pointed tongue slip into his hole. The flow of
precum from his cock lips was now very copious; it felt like a steady
stream of lava. My tongue worked its way into his chute (with help of
a little backward pressure from him). Deeper and deeper into his body
it went.

	Finally, it would not go any further; my mouth was firmly
plastered against his ass crack, tongue deep inside him. I was still
stroking his cock. I pulled my tongue out a little and plunged back
in! He gasped. Rapid fire, I fucked his hole with my tongue seven or
eight times... his back arched, his head reared up, his cock hardened
like a steel poker, I felt his asshole grip my tongue like a vise and
his cock spewed its first bullet of cum straight upward at his chest.
I moved my hand to the head of his dick and caught the next few bursts
of molten cum. My tongue continued to squirm within his asshole. My
hand filled with his cum. His orgasm subsided, his body went limp.

	Quickly, I pulled his shorts off one leg, spread his knees,
turned around on my back under him, pulled his still hard cock into my
mouth, and began sucking the remaining juices from him. As I did, I
took my cum-filled hand and rubbed it all over his chest, his tits and
his belly, while my other hand kneaded his balls, coaxing them to
release more nectar into my mouth.

	When his cock appeared to be fully drained, I released it from
my mouth, slid forward, pulled him down a little and begin sucking his
tits, licking and tonguing all around his hard nipples, the middle of
his chest and his belly, tasting and loving the salty/sweet mixture of
his sweat and cum.

	As I continued lapping and nurturing on his chest and tits, I
figured he would be totally exhausted and maybe even collapse on top
of me. To my surprise, he raised himself up, scooted down my body,
practically ripped my shorts off, and impaled himself on my now
released hard cock.

	There was no gentleness about it! He just positioned his hole
over my throbbing dick and plunged straight down, taking all of my
thick seven inches to the root. His ass smashed into my balls, and his
nuts landed on my lower stomach, in my pubic hair. I had been so
incredibly turned on by him and by the situation that I hadn't even
worried about getting myself off yet, but this was more than I
imagined. His ass muscles grabbed me, he slid up and down my cock two
or three times, and I was wracked with the most violent orgasm I ever
remember having!

	Not caring whether anybody heard or not, I screamed in
pain/pleasure, I grabbed his chest, kneading his tits with my hands,
my balls contracted almost inside of me, and I pumped load after load
of cum into his unbelievably hot ass. I opened my eyes, looked up at
him and saw a big smile on his handsome face. He leaned forward,
placing his lips on mine and kissed me deeply, exploring my gullet
with his tongue. My arms went up around his back as my diminishing
cock slipped from his asshole and he stretched out full length on top
of me, arms around each other, chests, stomachs and cocks joined as
though one.

	Needless to say, we have since given new meaning to the phrase
"Good Neighbors!"

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