Friendly Neighborhood Root Puller

Moving into a new neighborhood can be a traumatic event in anybody's life. At 32, I had become accustomed to familiar surroundings and friends of many years. But, like most other people not being born into wealth, you travel to where you can best earn the most decent living.

I hadn't expected so much work to be needed in moving into our new house. We had planned on a smooth transition, putting the kids into school, and being off on our two income jobs, living the American dream. For ten years of marriage, I think we had done quite well, yet admittedly, something was always lacking that I could never put my finger on.

The first week in our new home had me doing the typical husband deeds, mostly carpentry and landscaping. This particular afternoon, I was digging out some shrubs that had been deemed as offensive and replacing then with rhododendrons and azaleas. This was bull work, and it was an especially warm fall day. I am a fairly decent looking guy, with dark hair, that I keep short, in a youthful manner. My eyes are a pale blue, and I have a distinct dimple in my cheek that gets comments pretty regularly. I have kept myself in shape through running and workouts at the local gym in my old neighborhood. I have never been a vain individual, but I have caught extended glances at me by men and women alike.

"Looks like you have a handful there," a calm, confident voice spoke out.

I turned to see what remains to this day one of the most remarkable specimens of male I have laid my eyes on. He was stunning and standing before me with cut off jeans and a white tank top. Blonde features, with a red hue to it, and the most amazing green eyes I have ever seen. I was almost in a trance looking at the taught muscles and bulges in all the right places at this marvel of anatomy. I had never really thought of men in a sexual manner, but, maybe it was the heat, or the realization of years of denial coming forth, but I had an immediate sense of desire that almost took me over immediately.

"My name is Chris, we are neighbors. Welcome to the neighborhood," he said after turning a slight red in the cheeks.

"The name's Robert," I replied. "I am going to be at this forever I think," I complained.

"Well, if you need a hand, I think I could provide you some relief," my new neighbor offered.

"Hell yes, this has been tormenting me, and I could use a hand," I whined.

With that, we began digging and moving the shrubs, pulling at roots and digging some more. As we continued, and the sweat became more profuse, we both shucked our respective tank tops. This afforded me a chance to really get a look at my new neighbor, and I drank in the sight. Rippling abdominal muscles indicated a rigid exercise schedule. His pecs were devoid of hair, and a reddish blonde treasure trail led to the elastic waist of his boxers, which were nicely exposed.

This time I happened to notice that he was eyeballing me a bit. Our eyes made contact and he quickly looked away, focusing his attention to the work at hand. Digging out a particularly nasty root, my neighbor was lying on his back to pull this root that was positioned between his legs. He had his feet planted in the hole we had dug, and was pulling with a manly determination that distracted me again. I felt my eyes go to his crotch, and noticed that he was hanging loosely through his boxers. This man's cock had somehow traveled through the leg of his boxers, and was showing through the opening in his cut off shorts. I sat and watched, as there was no room for both of us at this point, and swore that the blood surged as the seconds ticked by.

Finally, the last shrub was pulled out, and we both were soaked with sweat. I had decided that the planting could take place tomorrow.

"Hey, I can't tell you how much of a help this was," I explained.

"Trust me, you will pay for these services. I will call on you to do the same in the future," he replied. "My pleasure, any time. Can I offer you a drink?" I asked.

"Got any lemonade or iced tea?" He begged.

"Ha, come right in. I am sure there is something to take care of that thirst," I teased.

He punched me in the arm, saying that we would get along just great. As he followed me into the house, we kicked off our shoes.

"The lemonade is right in the fridge. I am gonna take a quick shower, and be right out," I explained.

I quickly shucked my sticky shorts and stepped into the shower, leaving the bathroom door open so that the steam didn't get the whole damn room a mess. The hot streams of water were like needles of joy, hitting my sore muscles, and soothing them with its heat. I was soaping my body, and had a nice rich lather to massage into my aching bones. My cock had already begun to respond, and that is when I heard him.

"You know, you didn't even ask how the hell I was going to get this stink off of me."

I turned and saw him standing naked, with the shower door open. His cock hung at about a 30-degree angle, indicating what I was not sure of. His cock must have been 8 inches, and he did not have a hard on.

He stepped in, and taking the soap from my hands, began to wash himself in my shower. He washed his bulging biceps and face first, then moved his way downward. A devilish grin appeared in his eyes as he slowly began to lather his cock. I stood there with my mouth open when he moved forward, his tongue invading my mouth with fervent lust. My hand fell and rested on his bulbous ass cheek. He had a perfect ass, and this made my prick jump with excitement.

"Oh, yeah, we gotta get this stink off," he said as he lathered my cock with the soapbar. As it fell from his grip, he suddenly reached for it, and had the tip of my cock in his mouth. He gently took in my cock, slowly edging forward with his lips until he had the entire 8 inches of my cock in his mouth. I moaned, gulped, and grabbed the back of his head to urge him on. I had never had such a feeling of complete abandonment than I had at that moment.

"Let's take this into the other room, " I offered.

We each stepped out of our steam shower, and proceeded into the bedroom. He quickly shoved me onto the bed. I loved this, him taking me in this manner. I felt helpless, and was glad to be in that state. He quickly climbed onto my body and leaned his cock over my head, pointing the head of his now very hard cock towards my mouth. I guessed 10, maybe 11 inches this thing was. I felt a bit lightheaded from the nerves, and excitement.

"I am not sure what to do," I explained.

"You just take your time, and do whatever you think you want to do," Chris replied.

With that, I stuck my tongue out to reach the mushroom head of the beautiful engorged cock above my head. He threw his head back and slowly fed me his length, allowing me to take only what I wanted to, and not forcing it down my throat. It felt so natural and exciting at the same time. I swear I was ready to shoot a load right there.

Suddenly, Chris bent down and took the entire length of my sizeable cock in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head and shaft, flicking the slit of my cock with his tongues every once in a while. As he drove me further and further, he then reached for my ankles, and lifted them upward. When his face came down, his tongue was buried in my cherry man cunt. I think I would have shot again, but he seemed to know just how far he wanted to bring me before backing off. A generous tongue bathing of my balls were to follow this whole new world being opened up to me. I was panting like a dog, and I knew that this would not last much longer.

As he continued to explore my cherry butt hole with his tongue, my eyes began to roll backwards in their sockets. Nobody had ever touched me in such an intimate place. I was putty and would have done whatever he wanted or needed. That would prove to be a good thing, because he soon was hoisting my legs in the air, and positioning himself between my legs. I knew what he wanted, and I was afraid of the pain. My sensitive lover saw the worry, and reassured me by telling me to say stop whenever I felt I could not handle the pain. There was no way I was going to allow this to stop. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him to spill his seed into the depth of my guts.

Suddenly, I felt his hardness pressing against my hole. I felt a ping of pain, and backed away at first. He was very slow, taking his time. A single sharp pain made me gasp as his cock head forced past the muscles of my ass. He stopped and allowed me to adjust to this, telling me what a hot fuck I was, and how bad he wanted to fuck me the first moment he saw me. This talk made the pain subside, and I began to push back onto his baseball bat hard shaft. This went on for some time, and there was no way I thought I could accommodate such a large tool inside of me. However, I suddenly felt the distinct texture of his bush pressing against my ass cheeks. I had this whole beautiful cock inside of me!

As we began to move, he reached under the front of me to grab my hard cock. He whispered in my ear to save the blast of come until he ordered it. Now, at the rate he was drilling me, this was not going to last long, and I told him so. We rocked back and forth, our pace quickening as we both succumbed to the bliss of our ecstasy.

Suddenly he stopped and ordered me to sit on his cock. We switched places on the bed, and I sat facing him, slowly again placing his cock into my man pussy. He really liked this, and closed his eyes as we began to move again. As I rode up and down on his shaft, he rose to meet me each time, burying his hard member deeper and deeper inside of me each time. My cock already hard began to ooze precum like I had never seen before. I didn't even have one hand on my cock and knew I was going to come. As he arched to plant himself deeper inside of me, I felt my balls tighten and suddenly the room went black. I think I lost consciousness momentarily, and when I opened my eyes, I looked to see my cock jerking in spasms, shooting stream after stream of hot spunk all over my lover. My ass cheeks were quivering, and this sent him right over the edge.

He grunted and moaned, and as his face contorted, he let out a deep throaty groan. Suddenly, he started bucking, and pounding his cock into my ass, deeper and deeper each time. His lava hot come shot deep into my hole, and I found myself shooting more thick streams of come on my lover. We both rode this wave of passion until we could not move any longer.

As our orgasms subsided, I leaned forward. His tongue was like a dart, quickly exploring every corner in my mouth. His hands were wrapped tightly around the back of my neck, grabbing a tuft of hair.

" I am married you know," I explained.

"Well, my wife wouldn't exactly have a parade if she knew either," Chris laughed.

"I won't tell if you don't," I offered.

"As long as we can fuck like this, there is no harm done as far as I can see," he said.

We have been living as neighbors now for 8 years, and our little secret rendezvouses have been enough for both of us I guess.

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written by buffalom