By Jay Flynn Helping out thy neighbor makes the community a closer and better place for everyone. I spend a lot of time people watching near my home, and enjoy the sights of good looking guys out in their yards or wrenching on their cars. One of my favorite neighbors, Jeff is guy about 27 or so, with short dark hair and mustache. He is tall, and well built, and works as a heavy equipment operator. I had seen him often in his driveway shirtless, showing off his well defined muscles and hairy chest while working on his truck. Other times, he would be on his way to or from work donning his yellow hardhat. He was rough around the edges and pretty masculine. I never really knew him, but we had exchanged glances before and waved occasionally when I drove or walked by. One afternoon, I walked by to see him and some friends loading up furniture and moving him out. I was disappointed that he was leaving, but I figured that you can't loose what you never had. Later that day I was walking to the store, past his house again and saw him tying another load down to his truck. A few minutes later, after I had made it out to the main boulevard, I saw him pulling out from the neighborhood into the street. A couple of small file cabinets suddenly fell out onto the pavement right in the middle of the lanes. He stopped in the center median and jumped out to retrieve them. Seeing a man in need, I ran over and helped him gather up the papers and files that had spilled out and we got the cabinets back into the truck. He was thankful and appreciative. I was just enjoying my first close up view of his thick bi-ceps and hairy chest. I said, "moving out huh?" "Yeah, my wife and I finally bought our first house", he replied. "Well, good luck man", I said. He nodded and got back into his truck. Thanking me again he said, "hey, I'll be back for another load in an hour, come on over and have a cold beer on me. Later, I took him up on his offer. Walking up, I saw him loading a few boxes. He introduced himself. He went in the house and grabbed a few Budweisers and handed me one. We talked for a few minutes about moving and his new house. He was pretty worn out after the long day and was pretty drenched with sweat. I remember how shiny those big arms were. I was looking him over pretty closely, but not to be seen. After we finished with the beers, he asked if I could help him with a couple of mattresses from the bedroom, as his buddies had gone home for the day. "Sure, no problem", I said following him into the house. We went back to the room where the mattress and box spring remained in the room with a few small boxes. We got the box spring into the truck and went back for the mattress. The boxes were in my way as I went to pick up my end and I knocked them over by accident. When they hit the floor, the top one split open dumping porno mags all over the place. I suddenly stopped to try to pick them up and Jeff shouted, "No! leave them alone--I'll take care of it later!". "Come on, lets get this thing out to the truck", he continued with urgency. He looked pretty worried, I thought. In the few seconds he was talking I saw that it was men on the covers of these mags, sucking and fucking in glossy print. "C'mon, lets go!" he ordered nervously. I looked up at him smiling, he appeared to be a kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar. "Are these yours?" I asked. Not wanting to answer, he just looked down and nodded yes. I stepped over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder, "it's ok man, I read them too". He let a out a breath of relief, looking back up at me. "Really, you do--are you....gay?", he responded. I reached down and placed my hands on his thighs pulling him closer, looking into his bright brown eyes. "A little bit", I said with a wry smile. He was actually a bit clumsy about it. "Are you gay Jeff?", I asked. "Well I have never, you know--I mean you know, I'm married, but dudes really turn me on". Figuring this was my one and only opportunity, I reached down to rub his cock. He pulled away nervously saying, "wait, wait just a minute". He ran down the hall to shut the and lock the doors and returned unbuttoning his jeans. He said that he had been hoping someday to follow through with his fantasies, but had been afraid to come out to another guy. I just reached down and grabbed at his package, massaging him. He made a few sounds of appreciation. He then pulled his pants and underwear off. Wearing just his black tank-top and a fully erect tool, we got down on the mattress. I went down on his thick 9" cock immediately. He smelled pretty rank, but it turned me on. He was just laying there grunting with his beritone voice, twitching his mustache in pleasure as I sucked and licked up and down his shaft. He moved back away after a moment and asked if I could fuck him up the ass. "No offense, but my wife can give me a good blow job later, I've never had a cock up my ass before." Realizing he had a time factor to deal with, I began peeling off my pants while looking over his fine tight ass. I was already hard as a rock and ready to let him have it. "I need to lube this thing up Jeff, or it might hurt pretty bad", I warned. "Oh shit, there's nothing here man", he said. I suggested, "Well, why don't you suck it Jeff, that'll get it wet and slippery". Not sure at first, he knelt down in front of me and went down my shaft. He took a second or two to fully take in my 7" cut into his virgin mouth, but slowly started to pump and suck. I could hear him making "hhmmm" sounds as he started sucking harder and faster, grappling my balls as he went. He seemed to be liking this and continued to bob my rod more and more enthusiastically. "hey man, if still you want me to fuck you, ya better settle down, or I am gonna cum in your mouth", I said. Not seeming to care, he kept it up anyway. He was quickly getting the hang of it, as I started getting ready to unload. "Hey man, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum", I warned, tightening my groin and grabbing his head with my hands. He grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard, and I responded by blowing off in his mouth with a few quick fucking motions into his face. Still squeezing my balls, he sucked and licked my spunk like a hungry dog. I relaxed as he fell backwards to the mattress, licking his lips and looking up at me. "Sorry man, I just really liked doing that to you", he said apologetically. I responded by getting back down to finish up where I left off with him. I fingered his hole while I started sucking his rod again. Still wanting to fuck this guy while I had the chance, I thought I'd try it real quick before he came and while I still had his attention. With him laying on his back, I nuzzled up to him with my half hard cock, all wet with saliva and cum. Still jacking him off, he was accepting my actions with light moans and groans. I finally got my cock hard enough to probe his asshole. I put a big wad of spit on his hole and he squirmed a bit as I fingered him. He had his eyes shut in pleasure while I continued. His hole was ready, nice and wet with a little ring of black hair pointing me in the right direction. I started to feed my cock into him slowly. He suddenly tensed up letting out a deep groan. I reached over and started rubbing his cock to divert his attention as I continued into him. Reaching bottom dead center, I watched his mouth drop all the way open. He shot his hot sticky load all over his stomach, upon my entry. "Uhhh man, that hurts", he said pumping more of his spunk onto his stomach. I pulled out of him and rubbed my cock in his fresh cum, lubricating myself with the warm juice. Not going back now, I forced myself back into his canal and began pumping him like a man should. I thought that I would teach him right and take off the kid gloves, after all he was a huge strapping guy--he could take it. He groaned and screamed out loud in pain at first, as I fucked him hard like a fresh prisoner. He wasn't stopping me, so I continued upping the ante as I thrust harder into his tight stinky hole. Having just come, I had a ways to go before it would happen again. I gathered another handful of spunk from his matted stomach fur with my hand and funneled it onto my pumping shaft to keep it slippery. He was moaning and grunting, breathing heavily now with every stroke. He had is hands around his calves pulling them tightly back, giving me all the room I needed to fuck him blue. After a few more minutes of this rough fuck action, I finally came, pulling out and spurting cum onto his hairy chest and chin. "Oh fuck, that felt so hot", he muttered in pleasure, "damn, I like that, I really do". I crawled up on him licking up my spunk from his sweaty matted chest hair. I wasn't sure if he would like it, but I locked lips and buried my wet spunky tongue deep into his mouth. He resisted at first, but took it in and we kissed for another minute or two. After the mattress was loaded up, I helped him re-pack the boxes of magazines that had spilled. He was smiling and shaking his head boyishly every time I looked at him. He said that his new house was just a mile away and that we should not be strangers anymore. We had another beer and I handed him my phone number. "Give me a call if you need any help again", I told him. With a smile he gave me a nod as he stuck the paper into his wallet. "Sure thing neighbor, sure thing!"
