The first time I saw Ethan, he was dressed in blue jean shorts and an unbuttoned, long sleeve, plaid shirt revealing his smooth chest. The new neighbors, the Stratton's, had moved in about a month earlier and this twink was their son arriving home from college for the summer. I watched as the dishwater blonde youth unloaded his stuff from the car, and thought how nice it would be to have fresh Ethan's bubble butt a little more up close and personal. As Ethan unfastened his surfboard from the roof of his car, I heard my wife call me for supper. It was a good thing I was leaving on a business trip the next day since I'd have a chance to pick up some cock while I was out of town. I was often away for 2 weeks at a time, and since I was bi, this gave me an opportunity to get my rocks off with another guy and still keep it from my wife. I never screwed around in my hometown. It was too dangerous, although another view of the Stratton kid mowing the yard that night made me wish I could bend that rule. The next two 2 weeks went pretty quickly. Days as a salesman for a chemical supply company and nights in a hot 69 and usually some guys warm ass. I'm a former collegiate wrestler and still keep in great shape so its not much problem getting a nice piece of ass when I want it. I'm 32, with a blond crew cut, a muscular chest and a nice big pink cock and set of balls. I'm a definite top when it comes to fucking, but I certainly like to suck cock. That's what makes it different from fucking around with my wife, right? I finished the trip a couple of days early and headed home. On the way home from the airport, I had a flat tire about 3 blocks from the house, and had to walk the rest of the way because the spare was flat too. As I walked past the Stratton's, I noticed the car with the surfboard on top. It jogged my memory and brought visions of Ethan to my mind. I heard laughter coming from the back yard at my house and headed there. As I turned the corner I froze. Between the slats of the fence were visions of Ethan that definitely weren't in my mind. Patty, my wife, was on all fours getting her cunt pounded by young Mr. Stratton. Ethan was on his knees, holding her hips, as he fucked her. His loose surfer boy hair cut was dangling around an ecstatic face. His eyes were closed and his head thrown back as they both cried out with their orgasms. I was pissed that my wife was screwing around on me, but as I watched Ethan pull his dick out of her, I had to admire her choice of lovers. Hell, even I wanted the kid the first time I saw him. Nothing I could see now made me change my mind about that. Ethan's cock was a long, thick mushroom headed brute that looked way too large for him. I could see my wife's dampness all over it. Patty and he talked a bit, then he gathered his clothes up and headed home clutching them in his hands. I followed him. His parent’s car was gone so I followed him straight in the house. He was standing naked at the refrigerator when I entered. "Who the fuck are you?, he muttered, glancing at the exits nervously. "I'm her husband you little prick," I said, although little prick definitely didn't fit him. His dick hung from a thick, dark pubic bush. "Oh, shit! You’re Patty's husband? Look, I don't want any trouble," he said shutting the frig. "There won't be any trouble, " I said as I took off my suit coat, "because if you give me any trouble we both know I'm big enough to kick your ass." I took off my tie and started unbuttoning my shirt. "But I don't want to kick your ass Ethan. I just want to fuck it." "Your joking, right?" he stammered. "Does it look like I'm joking?" I asked as I grabbed my hard-on through my pants. I grabbed the kid and spun him around pressing my cock to his backside and clamping my arms around his chest. "How many times have you fucked her? "Three or four." he answered. I reached down and grasped his penis in my hand and began to jack him off. "Which is it? Three or four?" I demanded. "Four," he gasped as his dick began to harden. "Did she go down on you?," I asked while twisting his nipples. "Yes!" came the anxious reply to my question as well as a reply to the way I was handling his body. "Then you owe me a blowjob as well," I said, spinning him around and exerting pressure on his shoulders to send him to his knees. His eyes were glued to my crotch, and I didn't make him wait long for a closer look. Opening the clasp, and unzipping my pants sent the trousers to the floor. I pushed my boxers to the floor as well, and my hard-on closed the gap to Ethan's lips. He didn't need any encouragement to begin licking my cock. His mouth and hands were on me with a young man's urgency. No doubt about it--my new neighbor liked dick. He took me deeper and deeper, grasping my thighs to pull me down his throat, until his button nose was buried in my pubes. I clutched his head and face and fucked him with my own urgency now. Oh, god it was a hot mouth. A few deep thrusts and my cum was emptying down his throat. That taken care of, I couldn't wait to get my hands on his hot body. I pulled him off my softened dick and raised him to his feet. Our bodies pressed together as our lips met in a ravishing kiss. I loved the feel of his smooth body against mine. His hands gripped my back, while I ran a finger down his butt crack. We finally pulled apart gasping for air. "Fuck me!", Ethan cried out as he ran his dainty hands over my sweaty pecs. I bent his lithe body over the kitchen table and spread his ass cheeks. I went to my knees on the linoleum because I just had to taste his fuzz covered hole. He cursed as I ate him. My boner was once again at full force so I decided it was time to grant his repeated requests to put it in him. I guided my cock up his college boy butt and slammed our bodies together. His ass was tight and I was out of my mind with lust. He took all I could give him and all too soon we were cumming together, his spunk shooting all over his parents table. "Oh, my god, Ethan," came a female voice from the kitchen door, "not him too!" I looked up expecting to see my wife, but there stood Mr. & Mrs. Stratton, both 20 years my senior. "First we find you and Mrs. Brands in the shower yesterday, and now you and Mr. Brands in the kitchen," said Ethan's mother. "I want you out of this house tonight. You have no respect for us at all," said Ethan's dad. I couldn't help but laugh aloud. "Don't worry kid, " I said, pulling out of his cum drenched anus. "I know a couple that will take you in for the rest of the summer, and I have no doubt we can agree on some kind of rent payment." We both gathered up our clothes strewn around the kitchen, and after a "Good Day, Mr & Mrs. Stratton", headed over to my house and my wife to see if it would be a good night as well.
