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Living in a quiet, family neighborhood can be relaxing. I've been living here for about 15 years. Families grow too big for the modest size homes and people move out, and new people move in. Being in a northern atmosphere, we get our fair share of snow in the winter. I noticed and elderly black man moved in across the street and was out shoveling snow after one of our big storms. I went over and introduced myself, and told him I had a snow blower and would look after his driveway, no need for him to be shoveling.
Throughout the winter we would talk and get to know each other. He had an adult son that lived with him, but he worked a lot. I told him I had my wife and kids at home, worked a lot of hours, but would make sure I would get his driveway when it snowed. There was a few times I worked during storms, and his son had the driveway shoveled out.
A couple years later in the spring, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to see my neighbors son.
"My dad had a fall, he'll be okay, but needs to stay at the hospital for a bit. I can't get the lawnmower dad bought to start, dad told me to check with you. "
"Sorry to hear about dad, I'll take a look at it and see. "
I put on my sneakers and follow him across the street, out to their shed. There's not a lot of room so I lean over the machine instead of trying to get it out yet. After a bit of looking, I think I found the problem.
"Looks like the metal bar for the throttle linkage is bending, not allowing it to throttle up." I tell him.
He leans against me looking to see. I feel him grind on my ass trying to look over my shoulder. I'm taken by surprise, I freeze up for a minute while he still looks over my shoulder at the mower. I try to move forward to pull away, but he follows me ahead.
" Ummm, what are you doing?" I finally ask him.
"Sorry, I've been alone so long and your ass in the air was too much. " he replies, but keeps grinding.
" okay, you can stop now. I'm straight and married. "
"It's okay, no penetration so it's not gay."
"I don't think it's for me, please stop."
" I got another idea, we'll lower our pants, so it's only our underwear between us, or I'll go across the street and tell your wife that I don't know what happened, but you started grinding your ass back against me when I only asked you to help with the mower. "
My heart stops, he wouldn't. She wouldn't believe him surely.
"You dropping, or am I crossing the street?"
My heart races, In the end, I figure letting him rub one out would be easier than the conversation with my wife. I undo my pants and let them fall to my ankles.
"wise choice." He says as I hear his pants fall to the floor.
He leans against my covered ass and resumes grinding and dry humping me. I'm leaning forward, holding onto the shelves for support. His movements are sliding my underwear up and down my cock. As much as I want him to hurry up, I'm starting to get horny. Looking down, I see his underwear with his pants.
Omg, it's only my underwear between us. He stands up, stroking his cock. He places the head between my crack as he strokes faster. I peek over my shoulder, it felt big rubbing against me, but looked even bigger. He grins at my shocked look.
"Pass me that rag quick." He tells me. I reach for the rag on the shelf and watch the thick white cum shoot from his head into it.
"Better get dressed and get home, don't need your wife to come look for you. Next time I have mower issues, be sure to come help me. Wouldn't want to have to tell your Mrs about today. "
For the next couple weeks, I watched over my shoulder for the younger neighbor. Even though for some reason it turned me on to think of that day in the shed, I wasn't really looking for a repeat. I kept in the house or in my backyard out of sight. I thought I was safe when one day I noticed his dad came back home from the hospital. My wife and I were in the front yard working, when the younger neighbor called out, asking if I could come check that part on the mower again. I replied as soon as we were done our chore.
"Why don't they just get it fixed right, or replace it?" my wife asked me.
" I wish they would. I'll go see what I can do, maybe suggest that. I'll be back as soon as I can. "
She goes in our house, as I walk across the street. My nerves have my stomach turning. He meets me in the driveway, he starts pointing at various things, making exaggerated gestures and laughs.
" I'm glad you didn't forget our deal. I'm just trying to make it look like we're looking around the yard in case your wife or other nosey neighbors are watching. "
He closes the shed door behind us. I drop my pants and start to lean forward. He stops me.
"Should drop your underwear too, don't want to have to explain a wet spot on the back to your wife. We're not gay though, so no penetration."
As mush as I hate to admit it, he has a point. I drop my underwear. He lays his cock along my ass crack, and slowly starts humping me again. Without a barrier I can feel the warmth and textured ridges of his huge cock. The more he goes the more precum he makes, it's starting to run down my ass. The movement feels good and I start humping back. My own cock is hard, swinging with the motions. I slowly start to rub myself. He pulls back, stroking himself. Running his head in between my ass cheeks. He starts pushing against my puckered ring. I move away from him.
" I need to cum and there's no rag here. It needs to go in either your ass or mouth. We don't need dad finding cum in the shed asking questions. "
