FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SEDUCTION

                   FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SEDUCTION

 The house across the street had finally sold, after about 6 months on
 the market.  I was glad, because now, at least, maybe the overgrown
 yard would be taken care of more regularly.  I had spied my new
 neighbor briefly a couple of times in the morning as I was leaving
 for work and he was doing the same.  He looked to be about 6'1, 175
 lbs., brown hair, dark eyes and clean shaven.  He was in his late
 20's or early 30's, a little taller than I usually like, but he had
 a pleasant appearance and it looked like he lived alone.

 One Saturday morning, I was sitting at my computer/word processor
 doing some office work.  My "computer room" is the 3rd bedroom, on
 the front of the house, facing the house across the street.  I was
 wearing a tank top and a pair of knit shorts.  For the record, I'm a
 little over 6 feet tall, 185 lbs., brown hair and eyes, hairy chest
 ... no body builder, but in decent enough shape for someone my age
 (early 40's).

 As I worked diligently on my reports and forms, I kept being
 distracted by my new neighbor as he passed back and forth with the
 lawn mower.  He was just wearing a pair of tight brief shorts with
 sox and tennis shoes.  His body began to glisten with sweat as he
 worked, stopping every now and then to take the towel that was
 hanging from the back of his waistband to mop his face.  The
 neighborhood seemed deserted, very little traffic.  I know he was
 unaware that I was watching him.  Occasionally he let his hand drop
 to his crotch to readjust his big balls, which I had seen bouncing
 in his shorts as he moved.  As he sweat more profusely, I could see
 that he wasn't wearing anything under the shorts, which were now
 clinging to him and almost becoming transparent ... I could see the
 defined outline of his rounded asscheeks, and, when he turned this
 way, I could see the outline of his cock and balls. I was getting
 hotter and hotter watching him, and I finally gave up on the
 paperwork, shut down the system and went into the kitchen, got a
 huge 32 oz. tumbler, filled it with ice cubes, and a large portion
 of fresh, homemade lemonade.  I poured myself a glass, and, taking a
 deep breath, headed across the street.

 As I crossed, he turned and headed in my direction and saw me.  A
 big, friendly smile appeared on his face especially when he spotted
 the drinks in my hands.   He killed the motor on the mower and
 walked toward me.  I could see the perspiration matting the hair on
 his chest, and the outline of his cock and balls bouncing as he
 approached.

 "You look hot," I stated (double meaning intended); I offered him the
 glass, which he gratefully took, and we introduced ourselves to each
 other, shaking hands.  His was hot and sweaty, for which he
 apologized, and I said not to worry about it.  His name, he said,
 was Rich.

 As he took a sip of his drink, he said, "Let's head back toward the
 shade under that big tree, and we exchanged small talk as we headed
 toward the back of the lot.  We lowered ourselves to the ground,
 next to each other, leaning against the tree.  The drinks went down
 fast, especially his, since he was so overheated.  I sneaked glances
 at him ... his chest hair was matted and his tits looked so
 prominent and suckable, about the size of quarters, with little buds
 in their centers which were semi-erect.  His feet were on the
 ground, knees up and spread apart.  I could distinctly see the
 outline of his cock resting on those big balls, and I involuntarily
 licked my lips.  My cock began to swell.  I said, "You still seem to
 be awfully hot," and he replied, "Yeah, I thought this drink would
 cool me off, but I still am overheated."

 I took a big swallow of my drink, retaining several ice cubes, which
 I spit into my hand.  Remarking that this ought to cool him off a
 little, I rubbed my ice-filled palm over his chest and stomach.  He
 tensed from the cold, but immediately relaxed as the ice cooled his
 chest and belly and a smile crossed his lips.  I removed my hand,
 and he said, "Don't stop ... that feels great!"  I then took ice in
 both hands and rubbed it over his shoulders, across his chest again,
 and, as he leaned forward, rubbed it up and down his back.  As he
 lean further forward, I could see his asscrack and the tops of the
 globes of his ass as his shorts slipped down a little.  Taking
 another handful of ice, I started in the middle of his back and let
 my hand trail down inside the waistband of his shorts ... he leaned
 even more forward, causing his shorts to pull further off his ass.
 I could feel the heat emanating from his crack, and, glancing at his
 lap, I could see that his cock had begun to thicken.

 Not a word was spoken between us ... I could see that his eyes were
 closed ... I placed my hands at his sides and guided him by lifting
 and turning him until he was kneeling with his ass up, his face
 resting on his arms which were now on the ground.  We were behind
 the big tree now, virtually out of sight of the street.  I grabbed
 the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down until they were
 resting just below the beautiful rounded globes of his ass, and,
 without further ado, slipped my tongue into his asscrack, running it
 up and down the hot canyon.  Each time my tongue passed over his
 pulsing hole, I heard a low moan escape his lips.  As I lubricated
 his crack, mixing my saliva with his sweat, my hands slowly pulled
 his shorts down so that they were now at the ground.  I pushed his
 legs apart gently and reached up between them to let my palm slide
 across his hard cock.  His balls were hanging between his legs,
 below his crack, and each time I made the downsweep with my tongue,
 I could feel the skin of his ballsac as my chin came in contact with
 those his squirming balls.

 Working my tongue back up his crack, I felt the heat coming from his
 hole, which was pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat ... my
 open-palmed hand was slipping up and down his hot cock. I scraped my
 teeth along the tender skin surrounding his hole.  I bit the little
 hairs and pulled them ... I felt his cock throb as it began to ooze
 precum.  His viscous man-juice mixed with the sweat from my palm and
 the feeling on his cock had to be like a velvet cloth being rubbed
 back and forth along it.  I pointed my tongue and began probing at
 his hole.  The volume and intensity of his moaning increased.  I was
 almost afraid that the neighbors would hear.  I pursed my lips and
 kissed his hot, sweet asshole ... it seemed to kiss me back ... the
 withered opening puckering to meet my lips, then flaring to reach
 for my tongue.  I gladly obliged, and let my hot pointed tongue slip
 into his hole.  The flow of precum from his cocklips was now very
 copious; it felt like a steady stream of lava.  My tongue worked its
 way into his chute (with help of a little backward pressure from
 him).  Deeper and deeper into his body it went.  Finally, it would
 not go any further; my mouth was firmly plastered against his
 asscrack, tongue deep inside him.  I was still stroking his cock.  I
 pulled my tongue out a little and plunged back in!  He gasped.
 Rapid fire, I fucked his hole with my tongue 7 or 8 times ... his
 back arched, his head reared up, his cock hardened like a steel
 poker, I felt his asshole grip my tongue like a vise and his cock
 spewed its first bullet of cum straight upward at his chest.  I
 moved my hand to the head of his dick and caught the next few bursts
 of molten cum.  My tongue continued to squirm within his asshole.
 My hand filled with his cum.  His orgasm subsided, his body went
 limp.

 Quickly, I pulled his shorts off one leg, spread his knees, turned
 around on my back under him, pulled his still hard cock into my
 mouth, and began sucking the remaining juices from him.  As I did, I
 took my cum-filled hand and rubbed it all over his chest, his tits
 and  his belly, while my other hand kneaded his balls, coaxing them
 to release more nectar into my mouth.  When his cock appeared to be
 fully drained, I released it from my mouth, slid forward, pulled him
 down a little and begin sucking his tits, licking and tongueing all
 around his hard nipples, the middle of his chest and his belly,
 tasting and loving the salty/sweet mixture of his sweat and cum.

 As I continued lapping and nurturing on his chest and tits, I figured
 he would be totally exhausted and maybe even collapse on top of me.
 To my surprise, he raised himself up, scooted down my body,
 practically ripped my shorts off, and impaled himself on my now
 released hard cock.  There was no gentleness about it!  He just
 positioned his hole over my throbbing dick and plunged straight
 down, taking all of my thick seven inches to the root.  His ass
 smashed into my balls, and his nuts landed on my lower stomach, in
 my pubic hair.  I had been so incredibly turned on by him and by the
 situation that I hadn't even worried about getting myself off yet,
 but this was more than I imagined.  His ass muscles grabbed me, he
 slid up and down my cock two or three times, and I was wracked with
 the most violent orgasm I ever remember having!

 Not caring whether anybody heard or not, I screamed in pain/pleasure,
 I grabbed his chest, kneading his tits with my hands, my balls
 contracted almost inside of me, and I pumped load after load of cum
 into his unbelievably hot ass.  I opened my eyes, looked up at him
 and saw a big smile on his handsome face.  He leaned forward,
 placing his lips on mine and kissed me deeply, exploring my gullet
 with his tongue.  My arms went up around his back as my diminishing
 cock slipped from his asshole and he stretched out full length on
 top of me, arms around each other, chests, stomachs and cocks joined
 as though one.

 Needless to say, we have since given new meaning to the phrase "Good
 Neighbors"!

                               THE END

FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SEDUCTION

                   FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SEDUCTION

 The house across the street had finally sold, after about 6 months on
 the market.  I was glad, because now, at least, maybe the overgrown
 yard would be taken care of more regularly.  I had spied my new
 neighbor briefly a couple of times in the morning as I was leaving
 for work and he was doing the same.  He looked to be about 6'1, 175
 lbs., brown hair, dark eyes and clean shaven.  He was in his late
 20's or early 30's, a little taller than I usually like, but he had
 a pleasant appearance and it looked like he lived alone.

 One Saturday morning, I was sitting at my computer/word processor
 doing some office work.  My "computer room" is the 3rd bedroom, on
 the front of the house, facing the house across the street.  I was
 wearing a tank top and a pair of knit shorts.  For the record, I'm a
 little over 6 feet tall, 185 lbs., brown hair and eyes, hairy chest
 ... no body builder, but in decent enough shape for someone my age
 (early 40's).

 As I worked diligently on my reports and forms, I kept being
 distracted by my new neighbor as he passed back and forth with the
 lawn mower.  He was just wearing a pair of tight brief shorts with
 sox and tennis shoes.  His body began to glisten with sweat as he
 worked, stopping every now and then to take the towel that was
 hanging from the back of his waistband to mop his face.  The
 neighborhood seemed deserted, very little traffic.  I know he was
 unaware that I was watching him.  Occasionally he let his hand drop
 to his crotch to readjust his big balls, which I had seen bouncing
 in his shorts as he moved.  As he sweat more profusely, I could see
 that he wasn't wearing anything under the shorts, which were now
 clinging to him and almost becoming transparent ... I could see the
 defined outline of his rounded asscheeks, and, when he turned this
 way, I could see the outline of his cock and balls. I was getting
 hotter and hotter watching him, and I finally gave up on the
 paperwork, shut down the system and went into the kitchen, got a
 huge 32 oz. tumbler, filled it with ice cubes, and a large portion
 of fresh, homemade lemonade.  I poured myself a glass, and, taking a
 deep breath, headed across the street.

 As I crossed, he turned and headed in my direction and saw me.  A
 big, friendly smile appeared on his face especially when he spotted
 the drinks in my hands.   He killed the motor on the mower and
 walked toward me.  I could see the perspiration matting the hair on
 his chest, and the outline of his cock and balls bouncing as he
 approached.

 "You look hot," I stated (double meaning intended); I offered him the
 glass, which he gratefully took, and we introduced ourselves to each
 other, shaking hands.  His was hot and sweaty, for which he
 apologized, and I said not to worry about it.  His name, he said,
 was Rich.

 As he took a sip of his drink, he said, "Let's head back toward the
 shade under that big tree, and we exchanged small talk as we headed
 toward the back of the lot.  We lowered ourselves to the ground,
 next to each other, leaning against the tree.  The drinks went down
 fast, especially his, since he was so overheated.  I sneaked glances
 at him ... his chest hair was matted and his tits looked so
 prominent and suckable, about the size of quarters, with little buds
 in their centers which were semi-erect.  His feet were on the
 ground, knees up and spread apart.  I could distinctly see the
 outline of his cock resting on those big balls, and I involuntarily
 licked my lips.  My cock began to swell.  I said, "You still seem to
 be awfully hot," and he replied, "Yeah, I thought this drink would
 cool me off, but I still am overheated."

 I took a big swallow of my drink, retaining several ice cubes, which
 I spit into my hand.  Remarking that this ought to cool him off a
 little, I rubbed my ice-filled palm over his chest and stomach.  He
 tensed from the cold, but immediately relaxed as the ice cooled his
 chest and belly and a smile crossed his lips.  I removed my hand,
 and he said, "Don't stop ... that feels great!"  I then took ice in
 both hands and rubbed it over his shoulders, across his chest again,
 and, as he leaned forward, rubbed it up and down his back.  As he
 lean further forward, I could see his asscrack and the tops of the
 globes of his ass as his shorts slipped down a little.  Taking
 another handful of ice, I started in the middle of his back and let
 my hand trail down inside the waistband of his shorts ... he leaned
 even more forward, causing his shorts to pull further off his ass.
 I could feel the heat emanating from his crack, and, glancing at his
 lap, I could see that his cock had begun to thicken.

 Not a word was spoken between us ... I could see that his eyes were
 closed ... I placed my hands at his sides and guided him by lifting
 and turning him until he was kneeling with his ass up, his face
 resting on his arms which were now on the ground.  We were behind
 the big tree now, virtually out of sight of the street.  I grabbed
 the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down until they were
 resting just below the beautiful rounded globes of his ass, and,
 without further ado, slipped my tongue into his asscrack, running it
 up and down the hot canyon.  Each time my tongue passed over his
 pulsing hole, I heard a low moan escape his lips.  As I lubricated
 his crack, mixing my saliva with his sweat, my hands slowly pulled
 his shorts down so that they were now at the ground.  I pushed his
 legs apart gently and reached up between them to let my palm slide
 across his hard cock.  His balls were hanging between his legs,
 below his crack, and each time I made the downsweep with my tongue,
 I could feel the skin of his ballsac as my chin came in contact with
 those his squirming balls.

 Working my tongue back up his crack, I felt the heat coming from his
 hole, which was pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat ... my
 open-palmed hand was slipping up and down his hot cock. I scraped my
 teeth along the tender skin surrounding his hole.  I bit the little
 hairs and pulled them ... I felt his cock throb as it began to ooze
 precum.  His viscous man-juice mixed with the sweat from my palm and
 the feeling on his cock had to be like a velvet cloth being rubbed
 back and forth along it.  I pointed my tongue and began probing at
 his hole.  The volume and intensity of his moaning increased.  I was
 almost afraid that the neighbors would hear.  I pursed my lips and
 kissed his hot, sweet asshole ... it seemed to kiss me back ... the
 withered opening puckering to meet my lips, then flaring to reach
 for my tongue.  I gladly obliged, and let my hot pointed tongue slip
 into his hole.  The flow of precum from his cocklips was now very
 copious; it felt like a steady stream of lava.  My tongue worked its
 way into his chute (with help of a little backward pressure from
 him).  Deeper and deeper into his body it went.  Finally, it would
 not go any further; my mouth was firmly plastered against his
 asscrack, tongue deep inside him.  I was still stroking his cock.  I
 pulled my tongue out a little and plunged back in!  He gasped.
 Rapid fire, I fucked his hole with my tongue 7 or 8 times ... his
 back arched, his head reared up, his cock hardened like a steel
 poker, I felt his asshole grip my tongue like a vise and his cock
 spewed its first bullet of cum straight upward at his chest.  I
 moved my hand to the head of his dick and caught the next few bursts
 of molten cum.  My tongue continued to squirm within his asshole.
 My hand filled with his cum.  His orgasm subsided, his body went
 limp.

 Quickly, I pulled his shorts off one leg, spread his knees, turned
 around on my back under him, pulled his still hard cock into my
 mouth, and began sucking the remaining juices from him.  As I did, I
 took my cum-filled hand and rubbed it all over his chest, his tits
 and  his belly, while my other hand kneaded his balls, coaxing them
 to release more nectar into my mouth.  When his cock appeared to be
 fully drained, I released it from my mouth, slid forward, pulled him
 down a little and begin sucking his tits, licking and tongueing all
 around his hard nipples, the middle of his chest and his belly,
 tasting and loving the salty/sweet mixture of his sweat and cum.

 As I continued lapping and nurturing on his chest and tits, I figured
 he would be totally exhausted and maybe even collapse on top of me.
 To my surprise, he raised himself up, scooted down my body,
 practically ripped my shorts off, and impaled himself on my now
 released hard cock.  There was no gentleness about it!  He just
 positioned his hole over my throbbing dick and plunged straight
 down, taking all of my thick seven inches to the root.  His ass
 smashed into my balls, and his nuts landed on my lower stomach, in
 my pubic hair.  I had been so incredibly turned on by him and by the
 situation that I hadn't even worried about getting myself off yet,
 but this was more than I imagined.  His ass muscles grabbed me, he
 slid up and down my cock two or three times, and I was wracked with
 the most violent orgasm I ever remember having!

 Not caring whether anybody heard or not, I screamed in pain/pleasure,
 I grabbed his chest, kneading his tits with my hands, my balls
 contracted almost inside of me, and I pumped load after load of cum
 into his unbelievably hot ass.  I opened my eyes, looked up at him
 and saw a big smile on his handsome face.  He leaned forward,
 placing his lips on mine and kissed me deeply, exploring my gullet
 with his tongue.  My arms went up around his back as my diminishing
 cock slipped from his asshole and he stretched out full length on
 top of me, arms around each other, chests, stomachs and cocks joined
 as though one.

 Needless to say, we have since given new meaning to the phrase "Good
 Neighbors"!

                               THE END