This is probably going to be my one and only story that I write, unless people want to know more. Everything that I write is 100% true. All people involved are over 18 years old.
My name is Hank and I am a 36 year old married black guy from New York City. I'm 6'4, 240+ lbs, in-shape & got a pretty good dick on me. It's been a while since I measured, but it's a little over 7 inches when flaccid & gets up to about 8 inches long and 3-4 inches in girth when fully hard. Up until 2020 I had never done anything physical with another man, but I've thought about it & have sexted/roleplayed with people since I was about 22 years old. Before my wife & I moved in together, I bought myself a "starter" anal dildo. It was 6in long & pretty slim. And every now & then while I was reading stories on here, my ass would get extremely wet & throbbing, I would go get the dildo, some lube, lay on my side and slide it in & out of my tight hole. I'll be honest, I didn't really get any sensation from it but I continued to do it every now & then until she and I decided to moved in together and I had to throw it away. I say all that to say, I would consider myself "bi-curious".
Let's fast forward a few years to August 2020. I was able to work from home, while she (who is a doctor) was at work practically every second of every day. On this particular day amazon delivered our neighbor's package to our house my accident. Instead of getting up from my desk to chase him down, I figured I would drop it off myself since I was going to go for a jog anyway between meetings.
It was 3 o'clock and my next meeting was at 4:30, so I put on my t-shirt, my jogging shorts & sneakers. I set the alarm on my watch/phone for 4:15 so I'd have enough time to get back home & get a little cleaned up for the meeting. I grabbed my neighbor's package & left the house. As I got in front of the house & left the package on the steps, I heard a voice over the doorbell camera.
"Who are you?!" it said.
"I'm your neighbor a few houses down. They dropped your package off at my house by mistake & I figured i'd just deliver it myself," I responded.
"Oh.....thanks! Would you mind bringing it around back to my den?"
"Sure. No problem," I said.
I picked the package back up & walked through the side gate and knocked on the door. A white guy, who looked to be in his late 50s, answered the door & invited me in. I tried to turn down his invitation, but he insisted and wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Where do you want me to put this?" I asked as I lifted the box up to my chest to remind him why I was here in the first place.
He responded by saying, "Ohh umm, you can put it over there by the rack. You want a drink?"
I looked around & noticed a fairly new squat rack with a bunch of clothes thrown over it. I walked over & placed it on the bench that was in it. I assumed he also used it to benchpress, but it's obviously been a while. He wasn't "fat", but he also wasn't necessarily in-shape.
"Ummm, no thanks. I'm actually about to head out for a run before my meeting that starts in about an hour."
"Come on, just one drink. I've lived here for over 20 years and I'm just meeting my neighbor for the 1st time," he said almost begging me.
"Well we've only been here for 3 years," i said sarcastically.
"Even more of a reason to celebrate!" he said.
I looked at my phone, looked at the bottle of Basil Hayden he was holding and said, "Ok fine."
His face lit up & said, "I love it! How many fingers do you usually take?"
I fought the urge to say, "Thats what she said," & instead I said, "Two is fine. Thanks."
He poured my glass & walked it over to me.
"To new-ish neighbors!" he said.
"Cheers." We tapped our glasses & each took a sip.
After swallowing his sip he said, "You said "we". Who's "we"?"
"My wife & I," I said.
"Oh, congrats! How long you guys been married?"
"This November will make it 3 years," I said.
"Congrats! Kids?"
"Nah, not yet. Maybe next year," I said.
"Enjoy the fucking while it last. Once the kids come, you don't anymore," he said.
I laughed, nearly doing a spit take with my sip of whiskey, and say, "Yeaaa.....that's what I hear. How about you? Married? Kids?"
"Got 3 kids, but they're all about your age, married & live in different parts of the country. The Mrs & I divorced shortly after our youngest got married a few years ago. So it's just me here for the time being," he explained.
"Gotcha," I said as I took the final sip from my glass. "Thanks, but I gotta head out."
"Just work out here. I see you eyeing that rack," He said as he took my glass back to his bar for a refill.
"Ughhh...," I groaned as I checked my phone which now showed that it was 3:26, and said, "Ok yea. I haven't done squats in a while though since the gyms have been closed."
"Feel free to come over & workout whenever you want," he said while pouring me another glass except 3-fingers this time. "How much you squat?" He asked.
"I still wanna fit in my suits for work, so I do low weights & high reps. I do between 120-140lbs & usually do about 5 sets of 12."
He walks back over with my drink and says, "Nice. In my hayday, I would squat 225lbs."
"Get the fuck outta here!" I said.
"I'm serious. Don't let the gut fool you, I used to rack em," he said while pretending to rack invisible weights.