Mel and Clark were the new neighbours, they moved into the house beside theirs. They'd moved in in the early September and had quickly become the hit of the neigbourhood. They held a small housewarming party, with something like 40 people. Then a Halloween party followed. Christmas was a blast; Mel was a collector, and she'd decorated the house from top to bottom with her collection of new and vintage pieces.
No one expected them to also offer to host New Years but the e-vites went out in early December. Jeremy opened the email and called out to his wife, Lynda. They had planned to hit the local city hall for the "official" celebrations, but they'd enjoyed the previous events and Mel and Clark's and wondered if they shouldn't change their plans. They discussed it briefly, then agreed they'd attend. Jeremy responded to the email: Attending.
Jeremy (everyone called him Jare) had noticed Mel the day they moved in. She is a curvy woman, Rubenesque, large breasts, blond, very feminine but also very strong. She and Clark are fitness enthusiasts - CrossFit they call it -- and had set up a full gym in their garage. They were both out there almost daily with the garage door open. The funny thing was that he often noticed Clark as he worked out and found himself watching him more than Mel. Clark usually worked out in just shorts and Jeremy had to admit he was built. Clark was dark haired, which he wore close-cropped, and his body was shaved almost completely. Jeremy found himself admiring both of them and their fitness devotion. In fact, Jeremy found himself hitting the gym a little more often, himself. He knew it wasn't a competition but, in his head, he was trying hard to keep up with the fitness Jones.
Lynda, too, always a fit woman, stepped up her game. She was a sexy brunette reaching her peak and Jeremy was proud of her. He actually enjoyed the looks guys gave her when they were out and he hadn't failed to notice the looks that Clark had thrown her way, but oddly, he'd caught that look aimed at himself a few times and that puzzled him, as much as his own lustful looks at Clark. In the short time they'd known each other, Lynda and Mel had become good friends, and they hung out frequently.
New Years Eve arrived, and Lyn and Jare spent the day at home, putting away Christmas. The party was set to begin at 8, but Lyn had agreed to head over early to help with the set up. Jare asked if they needed his help, but Clark said that they were fine. Lyn headed over around 6, she'd already dressed and done her hair, so Jare wasn't sure how much help she'd be with the set up as she wasn't dressed for work. She'd chosen a full length red dress, that divided across her breasts and split up her legs on both sides. Jare wanted to take her right then, when she came out.
After she left, he jumped in the shower and thought about his wife in that red dress and began to stroke. His cock hard and long in his hands, he reached down and pulled his balls down and away from his body, thinking of Lyn and stripping her out of that dress. He thought she was so sexy on the day to day but when she dressed up, she turned him on so much. He kept stroking, envisioning her naked in the shower with him. He could feel her there with him as his hand glided over his hard cock. He felt his load rising when suddenly, the body he was imagining feeling wasn't Lyn but Clark. He could feel the lean muscular body pressed against his. He could feel the hard cock probing at his ass, and he came. His cock shot stream after stream on the tiles of the shower. Jare shook with reaction. He'd come so hard, and it freaked him out that he'd thought of Clark, out of nowhere, in that way.
He exited the shower and dried off and sat naked on the edge of his bed for a long time, thinking about what had just happened. He lay back with his legs spread. He cock and balls hanging down, weighing heavy between his legs. This wasn't the first time that Clark had crept into his fantasy. Mel had been there a few times as well, but mostly it was Clark. It was all in his head; he knew it wasn't real but still it bothered him. He was straight, why was he thinking about Clark at all, let alone in that way, he asked himself. He adjusted his cock and balls, the ball sack sticking to his thigh. The weight felt good in his hand and he started to stir again. He stood up, finally, and walked towards their closet, he looked out the window and noticed that he could actually see into Mel and Clark's room opposite them. Why had he never noticed that before, he thought to himself, then realized that Lyn usually kept the curtain drawn on that window, it was gone completely now though, he noticed - she must be cleaning it, he thought. He paused there and he caught movement in the window across the way.
Clark stepped into the window frame, naked and looked up and across, he stared directly at Jare and then slowly reached down and stroked his cock, tugging it away from his body. Jare watched it begin to grow. Clark nodded and stepped out of the window frame. Jare was surprised to find that his cock was rock hard. He shook his head, wondering what the hell was happening to him. He stepped past the window and opened his closet to pull out clothes. He dressed in a black suit, white shirt and tie. It took a long time for his cock to go down, it remained hard the whole time he was dressing. He tried to slyly check out the window, but Clark never reappeared.
He headed downstairs and puttered around, picking up around the kitchen and living room, shutting off lights, finding reasons to delay leaving. Still confused about the shower and then seeing Clark naked and his own erection. He wasn't sure he wanted to go. Finally, he got a text from Lyn asking where he was, people were arriving, and Clark was asking where he was. That gave him pause. Why was Clark looking for him, specifically? He sat down and stared at the text, then decided he was a big boy and wasn't going to be put off by his own imagination. It meant nothing anyway. He closed up the house and headed next door.
He walked in, the door was unlocked and there was a note to just come on in. He moved inside, heading to get a drink. Mel had completely transformed the house - gone was any trace of Christmas, now black and white decorations covered the space, strings of white lights shone throughout the first floor, there was at table with New Year's hats and year glasses (fake glasses shaped with 2025 - the 0 and lower part of the 5 making the lens).
He found the drinks table and grabbed a beer. Lyn found him there and kissed him.
"What took you so long?" she asked as she pulled away from the kiss.
"Oh nothing, I was just relaxing and being lazy," he laughed it off, not telling her the real reason. They made the rounds and said hello to neighbours and friends. They ran into Mel and Clark. Jare kissed Mel on the cheeks and then Clark pulled him into an embrace - the first time he'd ever greeted Jare like that - and slapped him on the back.
"Glad you finally made it buddy," Clark said into his ear. Before he pulled away, Jare swore he felt a pulse where their groins came together, he looked at Clark for a second but then Clark pulled away and he and Mel swirled away and were lost in the crowd of the party.
The rest of the evening was great. He and Lyn split apart, came together, drank, danced and really enjoyed the whole evening. As midnight drew near, as the ball was getting ready to drop, he searched for Lyn. A few minutes out, Jare managed to track her down and pulled her into an embrace. He fumbled a sloppy kiss.
"Hold your horses, big guy, it's not the New Year yet," she teased but then kissed him back.
"Hold on you two, we'll join you," Clark said as he and Mel stopped beside them.
Around the party the crowd began to chant the countdown in time with the television.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,1... Happy New Year" sounded through the room.
Couples kissed and champagne corks popped, glasses were filled, and everyone toasted the New Year as Auld Lang Syne played on the TV.
As the couples broke apart from their kisses, Mel leaned in and kissed Lyn on the cheek, while Clark reached and pulled Jare into an embrace and also kissed him on the cheek.
"Happy New Year, buddy," he said as his hand trailed down Jare's back finding a home on Jare's ass. Jare wasn't at all bothered by the show of affection and didn't even jump when Clark squeezed his ass cheek.
The party began to wind down not too long after, and guests started to head out. Mel and Clark were busy saying their goodbyes. Lyn made herself useful by beginning the cleanup, gathering glasses and disposable plates. Mel joined her when it was just the four of them.
Clark disappeared for a few moments and came back with a bottle of cognac and some glasses. He poured a shot for Jare and one for himself then handed Jare his drink.
"Here's to a happy New Year, and good neighbours," he said and clinked his glass against Jare's. They both drank, sipping rather than slugging them back.
"That was quite the view today," Clark began, "I was quite impressed. I hope you liked what you saw as well."
Jare took another drink, emptying his glass, no sipping now. "I'm not sure I know what you mean," he tried to deflect.
Clark stepped closer and cupped Jare's crotch, leaned in and kissed him again. This time on the lips. Jare pulled back and tried to step away, but Clark held him in place.
"The way your cock grew, I know you enjoyed the view. I've left those curtains open for so long, hoping you'd notice but you never seemed to have, until today that is. The view was worth the wait."
"Clark, what the fuck are you doing? Our wives are in the other room."
"And we're in this room." Clark said as his hand continued to massage Jare's crotch, which was now fuller as his cock reacted to the hand groping him.
"Tell me to stop," Clark whispered into Jare's mouth, his lips just millimeters from touching. Jare didn't know if it was the alcohol, or just plain lust but rather than tell him to stop, he closed those millimeters and kissed Clark back.
They remained that way for a few minutes then Clark pulled them apart and taking Jare's hand led him upstairs to a guest bedroom. They were no sooner through the door when Clark went to work and started to strip off Jare's clothes.
Jare had left his jacket over a chair downstairs, so it was just his shirt and tie and pants that Clark worked on. Jare stood immobile while he was stripped. Then he found Clark on his knees in front of him. Jare's cock rose to it's full seven inches and Clark grasped it, slapping his own face with the solid cock. Then his mouth closed over the head. Jare sighed as Clark's tongue teased his sensitive head. Then slid slowly down to the root of his cock. Clark took the length easily into his throat.
Jare couldn't believe this was happening but at the same time it felt so incredibly good, his knees almost buckled in reaction. Clark pushed him back and onto the bed, Jare collapsed down onto his back onto the bed, knees and legs hanging off the edge. Clark stood up and stripped off his own clothes then joined Jare on the bed, he swung around and positioned his cock near Jare's head then took Jare's cock back into his mouth. He made no move to push his own cock into Jare's mouth, leaving that for Jare to decide.
Decide he did, it took him about 30 seconds, then he reached up and ran a hand along Clarks' cock, longer than his own, but not as thick, it felt different but the same as his hand glided up and down the length. Then he flicked his tongue out and licked the tip. A groan escaped Clark's full throat. He liked that, he liked that he made Clark feel good with just a flick of his tongue. It made him want to do more and he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Clark's head. Clark had a long mushroom cap, longer than his own, Jare took his time sliding his lips down it's length. They finally passed the ridge and closed on the top of the shaft. He held himself there for a long time, just savouring the cock in his mouth and marveling to himself that he had a cock in his mouth, at all. He began to work his way down the shaft but found he could only get about four inches in before his throat rebelled.
