I knew that the house next door had been sold but was unaware who had purchased it until they popped round to introduce themselves. They announced openly that they were a couple and their names were Mike and Oscar.
Having left, I started to think about their relationship. A gay couple next door, how times change, I thought.
That evening, I heard loud bedroom noises and realised that they were fucking. Not helping myself and unable to sleep, I turned on the laptop and typed in interracial. When the results appeared, I scrolled down and noticed most of the movies were of white girls being fucked by huge black cocks. Then at the bottom of the screen, a preview of a white man with two black men got me interested.
I clicked and began to watch avidly, thinking about my neighbour's activity. The volume was quite loud but as I lived alone, I thought nothing of it. However, once it ended I couldn't hear any activity next door and I drifted off to sleep.
The next day was Saturday and I went into the garden. There they were, I avoided saying anything until Mike said "Oh hi." Oscar followed suit and I reciprocated.
"We must have you over" Mike said.
"That would be nice" I responded.
The day passed and I had a couple of beers which lowered my defences as I thought about the previous night. At 7, I went out to put the bottles in the recycling box and Oscar noticed me, waving.
"Had some drink? Us too" he said.
"Yes, just throwing the empties before resuming" I responded.
"Come round if you like, Mike wouldn't object" he said.
I went inside but before opening another bottle, grabbed a 4 pack and headed next door.
Mike opened the door and said "Oh for us, come in."
I did just that and noticed Oscar wasn't there.
"I've just had a shower and Oscar will be out in a couple of minutes, he mentioned he'd seen you out front."
He put the beers in the kitchen and brought out an opened bottle of Pinot Grigio. "Hope you like this" he said as he sat next to me. He was wearing a pair of shorts and t-shirt.
I nodded and immediately took a sip "nice, refreshing" I commented.
Oscar came down at that moment with a towel around his waist but nothing else. "Oh hi, I didn't realise you were here, welcome" he said stooping to pick up a glass of wine.
He sat down to my surprise on the leather settee directly opposite us and swung one leg up. His chest was muscular and taut. "You work out" I said.
"We both do, in more ways than one" Mike laughed.
I understood his meaning but didn't let on. The conversation continued but took a different course when Oscar apologised for the noise last night.
"That's not necessary, you can do what you like in your own home" I responded.
Mike said "When we finished, we heard you watching something similar, if you know what I mean"
"Oh, sorry if it was loud, I didn't think the sound carried" I responded. Especially with what you were doing I thought.
Mike disappeared for a few minutes, returning with another bottle. He'd had taken his t-shirt off too revealing a strong barrel chest. "It's so warm, hope you don't mind" he said.
I reddened and emptied my glass' contents allowing Mike to refill it. Oscar reached over and had his glass refilled too. When he sat down the knot in his towel belt untied exposing a bare inner thigh. Thinking of the video I watched and the company I was in, I was fixated and my eyes kept returning to take in the view.
"What's your situation, any girlfriends?" Mike asked.
"Not at the moment" I replied.
"That's why you stuck the porn on then, what was the plot" Oscar asked.
I didn't answer and became a little uneasy when Mike brushed my shoulder and splayed his arm behind my back casually.
