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?"
