GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/neighbor.txt

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      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 mounded 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 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"!