twisted-talez: He stood at my door, peering inside. His defined, muscular body was still glistening
twisted-talez: He stood at my door, peering inside. His defined, muscular body was still glistening with sweat from his run. “You here to fuck my tight hole?” I called out to him. “Yeah, man,” he answered back with a devilish grin. “I fuckin’ need this big cock in your ass.”He and his wife moved into the house four doors down about a month ago. I first spotted him while he was out for a jog with their young daughter in a jogging stroller. Shirtless and showing off his muscled physique, I was instantly attracted to him. But there’s also something about a young father that gets my juices flowing. I knew it was a long shot, but I was determined to have him. His jogging schedule was fairly predictable. He and the kid usually passed by my house at around 7 am, so I made a point to be weeding my yard one morning as they came up the street. “Welcome to the neighborhood,” I called out to him. He slowed the stroller to a stop. “Thanks, man,” he returned. “I’m Garrett, and this little one is Bella,” he said while patting the little girl adoringly. “Bella often joins me for my morning run while my wife sleeps in.”“She’s precious,” I commented while smiling down at his daughter. “You have any kids?” Garrett asked. “Oh, no,” I demurred. “I’m actually recently divorced.” He gave a consoling smile and replied, “I’m sorry. I hope she didn’t take you to the cleaners.” The fact that he assumed me to be straight tickled me. “No,” I countered. “Martin was quite amicable about the divorce.” Garrett looked confused until I added, “Martin was my husband. I’m gay.”I’ve found straight men often have one of three reactions when I tell them I’m gay. The first is a look of repulsion: “Fuckin’ faggot.” The second is a look of neutral support: “That’s cool. Good for you, man.” And the third is a look that says: “Maybe I can use this faggot to get me off.” Garrett’s look was clearly in the last category. In fact, his running shorts were tenting. “I like your running shorts,” I declared while staring at his bulging crotch. “Are they Under Armour?” Garrett fidgeted and pulled at the thin material straining against his boner, which only highlighted the outline of his massive cock. “Yeah,” he admitted. “My wife bought them for me.” He suddenly seemed rushed. “Well, Bella and I should be getting off again,” he declared urgently while looking down at the child. He moved back behind the stroller as I spotted a spot of precum darkening the front of his running shorts. “You should come by again sometime,” I offered as he kicked and disengaged the break on the jogging stroller. I had emphasized YOU. Alone. Singular. “Yeah?” he answered back. “You’re always welcome to have a beer … or anything else you might like,” I offered. His cock jumped in his shorts. I was flirting shamelessly, and it was working. “Uh … sounds good,” Garrett replied as he hurriedly pushed the jogging stroller into gear and went flying down the street. I was worried that perhaps I was too direct, that I had maybe scared him away. But my worries were unfounded. Thirty minutes later, there was Garrett peering through my open door. “Back for that beer?” I asked innocently. He laughed and said, “It’s a bit too early for a beer.” I stood up from where I was sitting and asked, “You here to fuck my tight hole?” He gave a devilish grin and replied, “Yeah, man. I fuckin’ need this big cock in your ass.”I led Garrett to the bedroom, dropped my shorts, and presented my hole to him on the edge of the bed. His running shorts were already around his ankles, and his huge cock was at full mast. “You got some lube or something?” he asked while scanning my room. “I’m already prepped, man. Just slide it in me,” I instructed. He gave me a playful smack on the ass and chided, “You slut. You knew I’d be back for your ass.” I turned back to face him just as he began to penetrate me, admitting that I was guilty as charged. “FUCK, your hole feels good,” Garrett moaned as his head rolled back. “I’m warning you. I’m not gonna last long. I haven’t gotten this dick wet in months. My wife never wants to fuck anymore.” I gripped his cock tight from deep within my bowels as I purred, “No problem there. You can always come back for more.” He slapped my ass again and began to pound me with an angry fury. Clearly, this was a man who hadn’t been laid in a very long time. His wife’s loss was my gain. “Aww, SHIT … I’m gonna bust in you, dude,” Garrett growled urgently as he began to blast my guts with a massive load. “Oh, FUCK … DAMN,” he grunted as the last of his cum escaped his balls. He pulled out and stumbled backwards as a rush of air filled the void within me where he had been. I could feel his warm load trickling out of my hole as I rolled onto my back, trying to catch my breath. I noticed he was still hard. “You gotta rush back to the wife now?” I asked Garrett as he cleaned off his cock on my sheets. “Nah. My wife took Bella down to the park. They won’t be home for awhile. Why?” he asked. “Oh … I was just thinking maybe you could stay and pound out another load into me,” I offered with a twisted smile. “Damn, I’m sure as hell glad to have you as a neighbor,” Garrett exhaled while sliding his hard cock back into my used, cummy hole.Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. Nice to have a neighbor like that -- source link