My Neighbors

[Hozzel]

My Neighbors Series

Part 1 - In My Neighbor's Back Yard
July 2021, revised May 2022
By Hozzel

A/N: This story is an original work of fiction. It has been altered, revised and improved from a previous post so the story can live in this section where it belongs.

A loud thumping noise from the neighbor's back yard first attracted my attention. It sounded as if someone punched metal over and over, accompanied by repeated grunts and yelps and even slaps. Was there a fight?

"Uh...uh...uh..."

Curious, I snuck up to the corrugated iron fence and peered into my neighbor's half acre size back yard. Behind the large steel shed, an old white car rocked.

"Oh, fuck!" I heard.

Startled, I hopped back, shocked and aroused at the same time. Did I see what I thought I saw? I quickly peeked over the fence again.

Wearing only a t-shirt, Roger lay face down over the white bonnet of the old car. He banged his fists and yelled "Uh" or "Fuck!" or "Good!" every time equally half-naked Flynn's hips slapped his ass. The car rocked and creaked in time to Flynn's strong thrusts. "Harder, harder!" Mesmerized, I just stood there watching the two twenty-year-old university students do this wonderful thing out in the open beneath the warm early autumn sun. Roger pounded against Flynn while Flynn smacked the car and eagerly pushed back. 

I could feel my emotions churn and desire rise as I admired Flynn's muscled back as he rammed into skinnier Roger. A yummy workout body, for sure. Mine wasn't bad, either, but I was thirty years older.

"Hey, boys! Not without me!"

Their landlord, Peter, trotted around the corner of the large back yard shed. Thick-bodied, long bearded, with a dragon tattoo on his right upper arm, Peter wore a white singlet, flipflops, and nothing else. My mouth dropped open at the sight of his massive bobbing prong. He stepped up behind Flynn and levered that cock between Flynn's rear cheeks. Flynn said something like, "Took you long enough," stopped thrusting and seemed to wait. Without hesitation, Peter pushed that great big hard thing straight between the muscled young man's tight rear cheeks.

Using little push-pulls, Peter gradually worked deeper and deeper until he was fully lodged. He then roughly grabbed Flynn's hips, pulled back and slammed in hard. Every time Peter thrust, I saw his buttocks clench and quiver. I saw his balls swing. Hard thrusts, powerful thrusts, again and again and again, accompanied by loud grunts from both students.

For an old retired bloke, Peter showed amazing stamina and power. In fact, he slammed into Flynn with more force than Flynn had used on Roger. Flynn began to cry out in a continuous loud pleasurable moan as Peter fucked rapidly. The verbal noise escalated into a non-stop holler. They made so much noise I worried anyone else in the neighborhood might hear and investigate. Flynn shook from the body hits and Roger kept pounding the bonnet with his fist, yelping, "Fuck, that's good!"

That was it. Decency be damned! I unzipped, pulled my hard dick out, and began to frantically slip the foreskin back and forth while I watched. I didn't think I would last long. This wasn't fantasy, this was not video porn or an x-story, this was real and raw and right there not more than twenty meters away on the other side of the fence.

I watched Peter fucked on and on for several frantic minutes. He fucked solidly, almost noiselessly, until, suddenly, he roared and jammed himself. He must have gone deep as Flynn yelled. I saw Peter's shaking rear clench and presumed he was unloading into the young man.

The older man jabbed and grunted a few more times before pulling out. His damp singlet heaved from deep breaths. Barely wilted, his fat cock stood out and glistened in the sunlight.

He turned, looked straight at me, gestured, and yelled, "Come on over and join in!"

Caught out! I scrambled back from the fence and tucked my hard dick away.

"Don't be shy! Come on over, Ben. It's all good. You know you want to."

Peter's bearded face appeared over the fence. He said, "The boys are supposed to keep it inside but on a day like this, I can't blame them. Come on over and have some fun." He turned and called, "Hey, boys! Would you like to have a go with our neighbor, Ben? He's right here!"

I heard thumping and, "Yeah!" Then the rhythmic squeaking of the car resumed as Flynn fucked into his friend again.

"Don't be shy, Ben. Come on over and we'll all have a good time."

Peter turned away and headed back to the young men.

What the hell? I thought. It was a really tough decision ... not!

I ran down the long driveway and around the fence into their property. Peter met me at the gate to his back yard and led me through.

I couldn't believe my luck. My neighbors were not angry that I had been watching them. Being invited to join in shameless, bold sex seemed too good to be true. What was the catch? I had met Peter before a few times, and his borders Roger and Flynn once, but had no idea they were into anything fantastic like this.

"Good man! Strip off," Peter instructed. He reached down and unbuckled my belt. "Can't root properly with all this gear." I let him quickly remove my shorts and jock and even my t-shirt. "You're hard as a rock," he observed. My whole body jerked when he fondled my erection. As if filled with special electricity, his fingers played and stroked my eager throbbing cock, causing my entire body to cringe with zaplettes of pleasure. It had been a long time since another man had pawed me. The big grin on his bearded face told me he enjoyed making me respond.

He said, "Most of us don't go much for foreplay, although we do like to suck sometimes. Maybe the odd sixty-niner, too."

Flynn paused but continued to hold his friend's hips. He looked at me with a cheeky grin. "We just like to fuck." He pulled out and stepped to the side as if offering. His cock was hard, wet, and right there as if goading me to lunge and take it into my keen mouth.

Roger's round rear beckoned. I hesitated. It had been a long time since I had done this. I desperately wanted to sink my dick into that lovely spot but I also did not want to come across like an inexperienced idiot.

"Do you have any lube?" I asked.

Peter added, "He's already lubed up. Or would you rather be the bottom?"

"Un, I do both," I stammered.

"Well, then, that's even better! Go on, mate, take your turn."

I took a deep breath, stepped up, and grasped the young man's hips. His smooth rump looked yummy. I gently poked my stiff dick at Roger's firm ass cheeks.

Roger chirped. "Well, come on. Shove in! I want to feel your cock!"

I could not believe how overt and relaxed these outrageous men were about this intimate act. Really? That easy? I had never before encountered anyone for whom fun sex was so easily achieved without knowing the other well. I shook my head, stepped up again and pressed the swollen head of my hot cock between Roger's fleshy cheeks. When I hesitated, Flynn laughed, "Can't you see he wants to be fucked?" and shoved me in the back so hard I suddenly pushed all the way in. Roger's internal muscles clenched on me as if he were trying to suck me inside. It felt wonderful! I just stood there stupidly, panting over his back, my hands on either side of his body, palms flat on the car, my thighs up against his fleshy buns, my twitching cock stuck in his ass while the sun warmed my naked body. I stared down at Roger's back and took a very deep breath.

"Go ahead," Flynn said to me. "He likes it rough."

Don't be stupid, I told myself. I placed my palms on Roger's hips and started to shove in and out.

"Fuckin' come on," the young man snapped. "Give it to me!" The long-haired blond man's fingers curled as if trying to grab the smooth bonnet.

I heard Peter laugh behind me.

Right. I grabbed Roger's bony hips and began to pound into him. He began thumping and moaning. The rubbing pressure on my cock caused intense sensations in my body to mount far too quickly. I wanted it to last so I slowed, trying to draw out the feelings and my quickening climax. "Too good," I muttered. I glanced over. Flynn and Peter were both grinning and working themselves. They nodded in encouragement.

As I fucked Roger, I could tell Peter was having a very good look at my saucy working bum.

"Here," I heard Peter say, "see if you like this." I felt him step up behind me and take my hips in thick-fingered hands. What the fuck? Was he going to do to me what he had done to Flynn? I pushed deep into Roger, paused and waited. Surely, he wasn't...

Peter gripped me hard. I felt his big wet slug pushed between my tense backside cheeks. He was going to shove that thing up my ass! I was actually going to get fucked! It was going to happen! My thoughts raced wild blue. Could I take it? Would it hurt? Would I like it? Old memories flashed. It had been years but I had done this routinely with my ex and, later, my fuckbud. Of course I could do it. And I knew I would simply love it.

Flynn said, "He likes threesies."

A wonderful fantasy and a personal first: three of us engaged with each other at the same time. Reality felt far hotter than the dream.

Peter said, "Right, mate, here it comes."

I felt his fat cock part my bum cheeks and pause at the entrance. His thick fingers dug into my hips. He pushed and I felt myself open up automatically, just like I used to do. The tip pushed, pushed, pressed and began to split me open. For fuck's sake he felt huge! I tried to relax as it slowly invaded my prone body. I could feel every centimeter crawl further and further. Legs spread, I stood motionless, panted hard, forced myself to relax and let it happen. I leaned over Roger and felt all the astonishing sensations while that enormous prick slowly crawled up my hole, forcing me open wider, deeper and deeper, bit by bit, forcing me to experience every luscious moment. Further and further and still further. I waited for the pain but that didn't happen. Stretched, yes. Full, yes. Stuffed, yes. My body just seemed to accept him with little qualm and allowed me to feel every single bit slide inside.

It felt so good! I had missed this way too much.

When his hips pressed against my rear, Peter paused and said, "You're fuckin' tight. Ever done this before? How does that feel?"

"Wow," I breathed. "Huge. Full. Yes. My partner... My fuckbud... Been awhile. Wow."

"Hurt?"

"Barely," I admitted. "Just...really stuffed full."

"Like it?"

"Yeah," I said truthfully. "Love it. Thrive on it if I could."

"That's what I like to hear. Here goes, slut. And remember: sluts are good people."

Slut? Oh, wow! A promotion already.

He pulled almost out, paused for an agonizing three seconds, and then pushed himself back into me. I let out an explosive breath. I could feel his entire cock slide as he began to fuck. My own dick was still buried inside Roger, too. As Peter pushed back in, I was forced to push into Roger as well. Soon Peter was fucking me quickly, causing me to do the same to Roger. It felt as if my own penis swelled further as it slipped inside the young man's tight ass. Roger began beating the car again in time to Peter's solid thrusts, and I began to pant at the same rate.

As Peter shoveled something inside my rear began to tingle. I knew what it was, and I was surprised it was happening so easily and quickly. Clearly, my body had not forgotten. I had missed these mini-orgasms so much. Rub my prostate and I could go off like a rocket in no time. It felt like mild pleasurable electricity shooting out from my anus, coursing through all my nerves, charing me. Years ago, my fuckbud used to do this regularly. I taught myself how to cum that way, and then cum again after only a short time, and then again and again until I couldn't take the strong sensations any more.

In an attempt to hold off, I huffed, "Oof! How often do you guys do this?"

"Have sex with each other? All the time," Flynn said beneath me. "Almost every day."

"And  night," I heard Peter say behind he as he shoved.

"And morning," Roger blurted beneath me. "Oh, fuck!" His fist slammed the bonnet.

"Do you like it, Rog?" I asked. I gently slid my palms over the young man's bare back while Peter fucked me with short, jabbing strokes. I certainly liked it.

"Fuck, yeah!" Roger said, "Can't get enough. I could do this all day and all night."

"Do you ever get to do it to them? Be the top?"

"Sometimes, but I like being a cumdump best. There's never enough. Oof!"

I took a punt and asked, "You guys do it with anyone else or just you three?"

Peter thrust hard and said, "Stupid question."

Flynn said, "We know he's old enough to be our grandfather. But look at him! He outdoes us! He takes us whenever he wants, even a couple times a day and at night. He's much keener than Flynn's dad. We do it with our mates, too. Or Pete's street buddies. There's a sort of a club the neighborhood men belong to. They meet here on weekends. Suck and fuck each other, have gangbangs. A lot of fun."

Peter added, "There is one big rule: no one is allowed to say no if one of the guys asks for it." Peter suddenly slammed into me, knocking my breath out through my nose. As before, he did not pause or stop, just continued to fuck in and out of my body. "I'm getting there," he said. "How're you doin'?"

"Fuckin' hell, I think you're screwing my prostate," I said. "I'm coming inside." My body twisted in pure pleasure as a fluidless assgasm flashed through me. It felt unbelievable! I shuddered while he shoveled that monster in and out of me. Oh, yeah, it was getting to me alright, and he was not letting me take a breath. "You're going to ... make me ... cum again..."

"Knew it. That's the idea, slut. As far as we're concerned fucking is the greatest thing to do, so we all do it often."

Despite coming inside, my erection remained firm inside Roger's clenching ass.

Peter suddenly growled, "Gunna cum!" He rammed hard. I felt his enormous cock swell inside. Felt him deep. Felt his cock pulse as strong volleys of thick warm fluid powerfully shot into me. My senses were finally pushed beyond their limit. I could no longer hold back. I yelled very loud and started to shoot my goo into the Roger's greedy ass.

Peter yelled, "What'd ya scream like that that for?"

I pulled myself hard against Roger's bum while I yelled and unloaded several fantastic volleys. My own anus clenched and clenched on Peter. The feeling flashed incredibly intense. I yelled again in pure joy.

"Better that way," I eventually panted. My cock pulsed longer than I expected. The pleasure had been so intense I could hardly speak. "Like ... karate. Yelling and screaming makes it ... feel stronger. Greater punch."

"Have to remember that."

The weight on my back suddenly lifted. My anus felt empty, my rear cool and exposed.

Peter smacked my bum. "Ready for more?"

More? I started to stand up. My legs felt weak. I shook briefly, but I stammered, "Okay. Whatever you want." 

They all laughed as if I had said something crazy. "Rog, you want another round with our new slut?"

Roger levered himself off the car and faced me. He was long and thin and curved straight up. "My turn," was all he said.

"Give me ... a moment. Catch my breath."

Roger insisted and started to hop eagerly. "House rule. You can't say no. House rule."

"That's the rule," Peter said. "You ask for it, you get it or you gotta give it or share it. Any time, anywhere with any of our group. Everyone's equal. Everyone is happy. No one feels used because you can ask anyone, too. No one is ever left out. If one can't do it, another can and will. We look after each other. We make it work. Everyone's happy."

"But there has to be times when it just isn't possible."

"Then you do a rain check. Do it later. Go ahead, Rog. Ben, here, is our new fucktoy and he has to follow our rule now."

"Look at me!," Roger insisted. His cock stuck straight up, hard and proud and in need. "You've really turned me on." He stepped before me, grabbed my arms roughly, and pulled my body against his. For a skinny boy, he was quite strong. Face close, I felt his hot breath then lips on mine then tongue as he tried to lick my own tongue. Felt his wiry body writhe against mine.

What the hell. I let him and returned the passionate kiss. My hands descended to his round rump and I felt his urgent hard cock rub against mine. It had been a long time feeling desire from anyone, too. I ate it all up and my cock decided it did not wish to wilt.

Roger used his foot to trip and wrestle me to the ground. On my back, he spread my thighs with his hips and knees. Grinning, he reared up over me. Looking into his blue eyes, I felt him probe. His cock suddenly speared into me, a surprisingly thankful feeling. Instantly he began to fuck me with long steady strokes and panting breaths and a great big, huge grin. I felt his body move against me, felt his stomach rub along my hard cock.

Flynn fell onto his friend's back, knocking him onto me and knocking my breath out. Roger paused while Flynn inserted. And then Peter, amazingly renewed again, knelt between our legs and pushed into Flynn as well. My legs stretched wide, knees bent, feet against Flynn's spread upper thighs. I reveled in the amazing four-way fuck.

"Let's go, boys!"

We awkwardly gang-fucked but it didn't last long. We all laughed when they fell off. Peter came over, dropped to his knees and fed me his thick cock. I lapped and sucked and held it while Roger kept furiously fucking me. It wasn't long before he yelled, too, and burst into me. He levered himself off, stood, grinning.

Instead of being worn out, I was super-charged, energized, eager for the next hit of fantastic sex in the sunny back yard with my amazing neighbors. I held out my arms, spread my knees wide.

But Roger and Flynn raced off and Peter handed me my clothes.

As he escorted me back to my home, shamelessly still half-nude, he said, "Thanks for joining us. Opens up all kinds of interesting possibilities. The street buddies'll be over next Saturday night. Sort of a regular group event. You can join our special club. We'll inaugurate you into the NFC, maybe even make you the center of a gangbang. I'm sure they'll be keen to have a new slut."

"Nature's Fun Carnival?" I joked. A neighborhood sex club? I had lived hear over fifteen years. Peter had been my neighbor for most of that time, and I was only now finding out there was a street secret like that?

Peter smirked. "NFC. Neighborhood Fuck Club."

"You mean -"

"- yes, I do. Men who live on our street are the only members of the NFC. We all follow the rule. You never know when one of us feels the need, and that's part of the rule's beauty. Anyone may turn up at any time."

I admitted, "House rule, right? What if I want to fuck you or them?"

"That's what the rule is about, mate. We all have to do it with you, too, if you want it. We don't force anyone, though. Sometimes there's a good reason for a rain check but that's all that is allowed. Nobody's objected so far, and we've been at it for years now. Think you can live with that?"

Years? I never knew...

Standing at my front door, I looked at this aging almost-nude bear of a man, who was openly offering me the most incredible sexual deal I could imagine. He had already cum twice but seemed ready and able for more. Me,too. My rear tingled in guilty anticipation.

I nodded. "No worries. Sounds great."

He slapped my shoulder, suddenly pulled me roughly against his body and bear hugged me while his inflating cock slipped against mine. He then said the magic words: "Give us your dick. Let's go inside and seal the deal, slut."

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A/N: This story just begged to be re-written properly. I hope you liked it. If it turned you on, if it caused a hard throbbing response, especially if you blow, I would positively love to hear from you! Don't be shy and don't hold back. PM or email me all the wet details. Once is never enough. More to cum...

[Medwaym]

Hot fucking story, thanks!!

[rublthlad]

Grea5vstory, wish we all had neighbours like that 

[Hozzel]

Part 2 - In My Neighbor's Back Yard Shed
July 2021, revised May 2022
by Hozzel

A/N: this story is longer, so it has been split into installments. Hope you like it.

The week passed quickly. All I could think about was sex, sex and more sex. Raw sex. Blistering sex. Humping, sweaty, exhausting sex. Men making me hard and keeping me that way. Men spearing me with their raging cocks. Men forcing me to cum over and over. Me sometimes taking them, but mostly them having their naughty fun way with me. Men filling me with load after load. Oh, yes. I thought about it first thing in the morning, got hard and had to deal with that. During the day at work, still got hard and twice during the week I had to do something to make it go down for awhile. Every night I waited for one of my neighbors to contact me, come over, and have fun, but I sadly ended up doing myself again. Two, three, four times a day? Over the week I lost track of the number of times I spurted out of longing and frustration. It was as if my body, especially my dick, had reverted to teenage compulsion and ability. Online gay and trans porn helped but that was only a tease. I felt addicted to sex, and it felt fantastic.

Three times I checked to see if my neighbors were having sex in their back yard again. Not a hint, not a sound.

I considered rushing next door but hesitated. I even checked late one night to see if any lights were on or the sounds of fucking fluttered, but nothing. I had been told I could go over at any time and sex would never be refused. But I didn't want to seem too needy, even though I was.

Finally late Saturday, my pocketphone queeped. I fumbled the phone. The message from Peter read: "It's on. Get your arse over here before 8pm, slut."

Yes, yes, yes! I took another deep breath and felt my heart thump and my limp dick throb and stiffen. Finally! This was it!

I showered, cleaned myself thoroughly, dressed light, and mentally girded my loins. I was out the door just before eight.

It felt like the walk of eternity. A silent gibbous moon ghosted the long pebbly driveway. Frogsong echoed amongst the shadowy trees. Anticipation mounted with each step down the alleyway between properties, then around the fence, and even at my neighbor's unlit front porch. Hesitating, heart pounding, I reached and rapped. The solid wooden door swung inwards. Peter creaked the screen door open, his thick body silhouetted by harsh light. As I had seen previously he wore a white singlet and nothing else.

Before I could say anything, he grabbed my t-shirt and roughly pulled me inside.

"What took you so long, slutman?"

"But I'm early -"

He threw me against the entrance wall and savagely kicked. The door swung, clicked shut. His burly body slammed onto me, knocking my breath out. His palms flattened on either side of my head. His steely eyes locked onto mine. Grunting, he began urgently jabbing his thick cock at my crotch. I squirmed and felt his hot breath and scratchy beard.

He hissed through gritted teeth, "Get your shit off!"

Taking a step back, Peter yanked my stubbies down. He laughed when he saw I didn't wear a jock. I kicked flipflops and the shorts away while he pulled my t-shirt over and off. "Much better!" he yelled when I was completely nude. He slammed his body onto mine again back onto the wall. Immediately he began to thrust his rampant cock against my own stiff prong. His hot, panting breath rasped my face. His gray eyes bored into mine. His fierce desire forced me to twist and moan. My sweaty palms instinctively slid down his hairy back to his rutting hips and clenching rear. I pulled. He jammed his thick cock against my own and bucked fiercely. I twisted in unexpected explosive pleasure. His desire filled my soul with unexpected strength.

Laughing in triumph, he shoved me away. "They'll be here soon but I can't wait! Come!"

The older man grabbed my arm and almost ran us through his house. (Old man my arse. Peter might have been retired and in his late sixties but his sexual zing and stamina were almost as high as a teenager's.) I was pulled along a sparsely furnished family area around which doorless bedrooms gaped. He tugged me through an archway at the back of the family room, through the laundry, then out a squeaking screen door into the back yard. Cool air stung my naked body. We hurried across cement pavers to his enormous shed then through another heavy wooden door inlaid with fancy frosted glass. Peter turned the knob. The door swung inwards.

From its outside appearance I had thought my neighbor's iron shed was a workshop for the old car that slept out back. But the inside caught my breath. Huge, spotlessly clean, this was no workshop but a precisely decorated recreation room. To our left an ornate fully stocked bar glistened with bottles, glasses and mirrors. Before us a green pool table waited, coloured balls triangled, cues neatly racked beside a leather couch. Behind the pool table lay an enormous bed covered by a soft red doona. A black iron frame raised the king-size mattress just off the carpet. Silver handcufs hung on a corner. A large black flat screen, flanked by tall speakers, dominated the far wall above the bed. Uplamps around the shed cast a mysterious soft glow without shadowing or glare. Green carpet flowed across the floor like a soft lawn. Black-painted egg cartons covered the walls. The room felt warm, heated by a humming air conditioner.

I tried to imagine what required sound proofing.

Peter rushed me around the pool table and literally threw me onto the thick mattress. I bounced and spun onto my back. Grinning, propped on elbows, my own cock standing ready, legs parted in invitation, I waited for him to pounce. Instead, he stood at the foot of the bed, fists on hips akimbo. He gazed down at me as if calculating. I stared open-mouthed at his big semi-hard cock and barrel shaped tough body, his tattooed arm, then up at his lecherous bearded face. I wondered what was going through his dirty scheming mind.

"Assume the position," he ordered.

I shook my head. "What?"

"Worship me on your hands and knees! You got mouthin' to do first!"

"Yes, sir!" I scooted down to the end of the bed, reached and gently took hold of his cock. I looked up at his stern face with an obedient puppy-dog expression.

"Knock it off and get to work."

Holding the base, never releasing eye contact, I opened my mouth and took him in. Heaven! I tasted the rubbery skin, hefted its growing weight. His pleasure became important; his erotic response to my stimulation mattered. I fingered and loved his cock. I sucked and licked, used my tongue to roll back his foreskin, rubbed the tight crown with my lips and tongue and fingertips, than began to jerk the stem at the same time. While I sucked and licked, I also hummed and moaned. My other hand fondled his warm balls.

I felt his body quiver and jerk in response to my insistent ministrations.

"Oh, that's nice, slutman. Keep doing that and I'll be ready to fuck you shortly."

I worshiped that solid, rubbery pole of steely passion. I moaned and kissed and licked and rubbed and fingered and wanked, did everything I could think to mount his prurient pleasure and make him good and stiff for his eventual assault on my excited body. My own nerves seared as if electrified. My arse flamed in anticipation. This entire brazen act affected me, too, turning my body and mind on even more.

A few minutes of vigorous and passionate mouth and hand work and a lovely monster purple mushroom head bounced before my smiling face, kissing lips and licking tongue.

"Enough!" He pulled back and twirled his fingers. "You're an enthusiastic little cocksucker, but I like to fuck and want to cum inside your arse. Now, slutman, present yourself. Get that round butt up."

Obediently, I spun around and positioned myself.

I felt the bed heave and creak as he mounted and knee-walked up behind me. I gasped when his thick fingers first slid along my back, then down to my rump. My heart fluttered as he began to kneed and part the cheeks. I felt his scratchy beard against my rear then his tongue flick at the sensitive rim of my anus. I shuddered and gasped again as sparks of sensation zapped through my switched-on body.

Oh fuck, did I need this!

Behind me, I felt Peter silently rise then slip the bulging tip of his big bare cockhead between my fleshy rear cheeks. I took a deep breath as he pressed against my pucker. Almost panting, head down, I waited. Come on, I thought, I'm more than ready! I don't care how big you are!

"Do you remember last weekend?"

"Oh, yeah," I breathed. "Really well."

"Want more like that?"

"Been waiting!"

He pushed. "You're our slut now, and if you can take it, we'll make use of you."

"I can take it."

"Maybe we'll just go over to your place whenever we want. That's part of our special rule. Remember that? No one can refuse a request from any other member of the group, anywhere, any time. We turn up and you have to blow us or fuck us, whatever we want. Like now."

"Got it," I said. "No worries. Whenever you want." But what about whenever I want, I thought.

"Good we're clear on that. Right, then, just get you lubed up first."

He reached to the side. I heard a snap then felt cool smear at the entrance to my needy rectum. He pushed a thick finger in. I jerked and let out another gasp as he worked it in and out. Then his finger was replaced by something bigger, something huge trying to invade my body. Something massive. I braced myself. I felt his legs rub against mine then felt the tip of his hard cock begin to part my needy anus. Resistance is useless, I told my body. You can do it. You did it before. Just take it. I tried to force myself to relax. I blew out as he pushed slowly. I felt him squeeze into me. Huge, fuckin' huge, but somehow I just opened up for him as if my body already knew what to do and was happy to accommodate. Like before, I felt little pain as he stretched me open then stretched me more. A marvelous full sensation filled my mind as he filled my body. I felt him push slowly into me, centimeter by centimeter, deeper and deeper. Felt that monster crawl up my guts and consume my raging emotions.

"Oh, fuck yes," escaped my trembling lips. "Whenever you want." I blew out. "No worries."

"Like that, huh?"

Fuck, he felt deep! I was now panting heavily. Every tight muscle quivered. My butt became stuffed with so much cock I thought my guts might churn. I could not help gripping it firmly with my rear muscles as I waited for him to begin the lovely friction. My body wanted to push it out but my spirit wanted it thrusting hard and filling me with its sweet juice.

I felt Peter edge back but not quite out, then very slowly push in again.

"Not all the way in yet but we'll get there."

Not all the way? How could he possibly stuff any more inside me? I felt him push harder until something gave way and he popped in even further. He hit something deep inside and my cock almost spat. With a loud grunt and a mighty shove, his hips smacked against my butt. His enormous cock felt like a solid pole from which my entire body dangled. I felt so turned on I literally shook and wondered if I might cum anyway and pass out. My own dong flexed as it strained in anticipation.

"Good man," he said and patted my rear in an approving manner.

He leaned over my back, his heavy weight causing me to shake even more. He reached around and grasped my tight pulsing rod. "Very good," he said. "I like a man who can keep it hard. Shows me he's enjoying it. Right, time to fuck." Laughing, Peter released my dick, pushed and I collapsed onto my stomach. His legs parted mine. He placed his hands beneath my arms, pulled back then shoved his huge cock in again. I wuffed as he knocked my breath out.

"How's that, slutman?"

I nodded. "G-good." I wallowed with each thrust as he proceeded to fuck in and out with slow strong strokes. Despite his heavy weight all I could feel was his massive cock sliding in and out.

I loved it! The amazing feelings leapt like lightening through my body causing me to grunt with each of his powerful jabs. Soon little orgasms began to erupt, one after the other, as his cock rubbed my stimulated prostate. I quivered and huffed and moaned with every mounting thrust.

Could this get any better?

"I can feel you clenching nicely. I bet I've got you cumming, too."

"Oh, I'm cumming alright. No worries ... about that."

It wasn't a lie. It felt as if a squence of small orgasms raced through me like wavelets crashing on a shore. I knew what they were. They felt amazing and I was thankful I could have this type of repeatable orgasm with little effort.

Without slackening his pace, Peter said, "Listen, I have to warn you about the others. They can get rough."

"Rough?" Wasn't this rough already? I cringed as another mini-orgasm - or as I call it "arsegasm" - seared through me.

"Once they get started they won't want to stop. You are going to be well and truly shagged tonight."

"Great!" I breathed. Peter's forceful fucking bounced me on the bed beneath his weight. My body hummed as small orgasms raced through my nerves. Their tension mounted until a larger one erupted, causing me to cry out.

Banging of the shed door diverted my attention. What the fuck? I was in the middle of cumming.

"Hey, Pete!" someone called. "Who's this pretty boy?"
 

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Fuck! Embarrassment flashed through me, but there was nothing I could do. I was face-down on a big bed with a heavy man shamelessly ploughing his cock into my naked body while I had a sequence of arsegasms.

Without slowing, Peter said, "This is our new fucktoy. Name's Ben, but I call him slutman or just slut. Lives next door. We get to bang him tonight."

"Cool. I see you've already started doing that. But where are Flynn and Roger? I was looking forward to Roger's tight lovely arse tonight."

Peter continued to thrust and said, "They're out with a mate. Where is the rest of the group?" He now pounded into me with increased force.

"Kurt's out with his new boyfriend. Not sure about the others. I think it's just us tonight."

A medium size bald man with skin the hue of night hovered at the edge of the bed. "Hey, Ben," he smiled. He was already unbuttoning his black shirt. "See you already started without us."

My arse was full of Peter's cock, and my body refused to rest, so I just grunted and came again despite the turgid embarrassment.

Without stopping Peter said, "Ben, this is Trevor. That's Frank and that one over there is Stan."

"Hey," Stan gestured. Tall, thin, ginger hair, much younger than the other two middle-age men. He was undressing, too.

I managed to croak, "Hey. Nice ... uff! ... to meet you."

I swallowed embarrassment. Here I was, naked, on my stomach on a huge bed, hard as a rock, being fucked in my arse by another man in front of strangers, and I was cumming when they arrived. Could this get any weirder and better? Screw the embarrassment. I was here to be fucked and I was going to do that, hopefully with every one of these beautiful men.

Peter suddenly stopped, lifted off my back and pulled out. I released a huge breath, levered myself up onto my hands and knees, turned around and nodded at everyone. A meek, "Hi" squeaked from my dry lips. Tongue licked then licked seductively. I was still huffing and I could feel a strange emptiness in my rear. Despite my shyness, I refused to hide myself. Instead, I allowed my prick to stand and be viewed, which I noticed Frank certainly did.

Medium height and age, Trevor's hairless body sported muscles from obvious workouts. He took his small cock in his hand and began to jerk. Shorter Frank, maybe around my age, excitedly hopped from foot to foot as he stripped. Stan, curly ginger hair, seemingly friendly, stood naked and already as tumescent as myself. He had a nice smooth prick that pointed up when ready. He slowly worked the foreskin. I couldn't wait to taste it, to feel it, to have it blasting into me.

Peter casually walked over to the side of the couch and said, "Ben, here, is our fucktoy for the night. He loves taking it, don't you?"

Frank said, "Can't wait, man." His eyes were fixed on me.

"Bet you can't, man," Trevor laughed.

I watched his deep brown penis quickly inflate from small to large, an amazing transformation. I caught my mouth open. Now he was more than big enough. Now he throbbed ready and able. My mouth watered.

Frank continued to stare at my wilting penis and literally licked his lips.

Stan said, "He looks good enough to fuck tonight." He sat on the couch and, without hesitating, automatically reached for Peter's penis as if fondling it was a long-established habit.

Trevor stepped up to the side of the bed and presented himself to my flushed face. "Come on, boy, let's see how good you suck cock." I took hold and pulled it into my eager mouth. "Woa!" Trevor said. "He's starved for it."

"Yah," Peter said, "he tends to get right into it."

I first licked the length then used my tongue to roll back his foreskin. As I sucked the swelling crown, he shoved and knocked the back of my mouth, causing me to almost gag. I pulled back, and swirled my tongue on the tip causing him to mildly shake.

"Can't wait!" Frank said again.

"Here, mate, give us your dick." Frank hopped over. Trevor took Frank's excited penis into his hand.

This was as weird and thrilling combination I had ever experienced. Two other men with me and more in the wings. I continued to suck and lick and fondle Trevor while he jerked Frank.

"Can't wait!" Now semi-hard, Frank suddenly bellowed again. He jumped onto the bed, scooted behind me, and roughly pulled at my hips.

Somehow I managed to keep Trevor's hard dick in my working mouth while Frank eagerly probed my butt. "Got it!" he shouted. 

I felt him suddenly jam it up my gaping arse. No slowness here, no finesse, just a good hard thrust that knocked the wind out of me. I gasped, "Fuck!" But enormous relief rushed through my stimulated nerves.

With rampant enthusiasm, the eager man began to root furiously.

I grunted around a mouthful of tasty throbbing dark penis and had to admit to myself I really did love having a cock fucking me back there. Even his digging fingers felt great. And having another on which to mouthwork at the same time brought heaven to Earth. Splitting my attention between pleasuring Trevor and the pleasure Frank was fucking into me, however, was proving difficult.

"Shit, man," I heard Stan say. "Are you that hard up?"

Frank said, "I'm that hard! Fuck, he's slick but tight. I am going to so blast him."

My dick felt hard enough to explode, and the frantic rubbing inside my arse just promoted all those lovely little prostate zaplettes, one after another. It became difficult to breathe through my nose as my body trembled and shook from Frank's pummeling and my nervous system's attempts at more mini-orgasms. For a moment I lost it. I swam in a rolling ocean of mindless emotional bliss.

Trevor snapped, "Hey, dude, I'm almost there."

"Sorry," I mumbled. "Got distracted." I lunged and sucked his ultra-hard cock back into my mouth so deep I almost gagged. I had heard about swallowing, so I tried to do that. It felt absolutely weird and I just gagged again. I said, "Sorry, man," then sucked so hard he laughed.

I craned my head and saw Stan still gently stroking Peter's hard-again cock and watching my face with amusement.

I felt so dazed I could not keep track of time. The zaplettes just kept cumming and Trevor kept thrusting. Frank suddenly yelled something and shoved with so much might that Trevor's cock almost did go down my throat. I coughed loudly. Arms whirling, he stumbled back from the edge of the bed. I held my ground while Frank continued to fuck. Fast jabs and noisy words, I didn't know if he had cum or not. Soon he slowed and fell back onto the bed. Maybe I wore him out.

"Come on," I said almost panting. "More. I can take more." I turned so I could see everyone.

Trevor pushed Frank off the bed and immediately raced behind me. He roughly parted my rear cheeks and I felt him probe.

"Nice butt."

When he found the right spot, he shoved hard, almost knocking me down. He grabbed my hips and began to silently stroke himself in and out rapidly, using me like a tight fist. He didn't say a word but breathed heavily. My entire body was forced to sway in time to his powerful pelvic thrusts. I tried to fuck back but he simply pulled and pushed my hips using me for his own pleasure.

"Oh, fuckin' yes!" escaped from my trembling lips.

Frank turned to Stan. "Come on, bitch, I'm still ready."

Stan released Peter, stood tall. As he swayed toward the bed, his hand brushed Frank's cock. When he descended, I could not see Stan but I felt his weight next to Trevor. Trevor slowed briefly - it felt as if they might be kissing - but then sped up again. I heard something like, "You go for it, hun." I had gone soft but the slapping of his thighs against my rump and the feeling of his big cock shoveling in and out caused me to stiffen again.

I felt a hand a hand on my re-swelling cock. Relief! Stan was fondling me at the same time as pleasuring Trevor. His fingers felt divine as he began to rub and stroke me.

Frank climbed onto the bed on his knees and shoved his wilted cock at my face. I opened and took it in. I tasted his semen and something else, possibly me. The bed rocked even more as Peter knee-walked behind thrusting Trevor.

We were all on the huge bed now and all involved.

"Ready for it, Trev?" Peter announced.

Trevor paused. "Oh, yeah," I heard. "You know I love being the ham in a manwich."

I was suddenly shoved onto my stomach. My legs and arms shot out and I cried out in surprise. Behind me, Peter had jammed himself into Trevor and was fucking hard enough to push us all down. Stan fell onto the bed next to me. I lowered my head as I felt Trevor's cock forced in and out by Peter's savage thrusting.

"You okay?" Stan almost whispered.

I nodded, which was difficult given the heavy bouncing.

"You cum easy, don't you. Those little ones."

I nodded.

"Just wait until I get into you."

Stan started kissing me. Little kisses and tongue licks while I was being bombed by Trevor and Peter.

I began to pant heavily. Over the uncountable minutes, the strong sensations rose in my arse until they suddenly burst. Lightening cracked. The sky split. Thunder roiled. I yelped. My cock did not shoot but it felt as if everything else did. My whole body flashed in a bright hot orgasm, an incredible astonishing sensation. I yelped loud in surprise.

Peter yelled, "You fuckin' did it, mate!"

"Yeah!" Trevor called. "I can feel you cumming. And I am, too! Oh yeah!" At the same time Peter unloaded into Trevor, Trev blasted his thick mangoo into me. "It just turns me on too much when someone else does me at the same time." With Peter still inside, Trevor kept shooting into me for an amazingly long time.

When they finished, Peter pulled away and stepped off the bed. I struggled back up and caught a glimpse of his swollen wet and dripping cock. Trevor remained lodged inside me. He leaned over my back, and wrapped two muscled arms around my stomach.

Stan rolled away and off the bed. He went back to Peter, knelt, and mouthed his wet cock. I could hear the slurping and gulping.

Trevor began to root me again. He raised off my back and slapped my bum. "Feel like going again, but he's not so tight." I clamped hard and he yelped. "Oh, yeah, that's better." He moved against me, hammering his semi-hard cock in and out at high speed. I felt him swell again. He  fucked on for several minutes until he finally began to "Ha...ha...ha...ha..." and jammed himself hard against me. I could feel his cock pulse as he squirted. He continued to fuck and squirt for another minute until he finally grunted loud.

I loved seconds.

I fell forward and saw Trevor's glistening rod then the big grin on his very happy face. Stan jumped to the side of the bed and immediately sucked Trevor. Then he stood and affectionately kissed the man. I rolled over onto my back and gestured to Frank. Grinning, Frank crawled back onto the bed and lay on top of me. When I felt his semi-hard prick slide, I wrapped my legs around his thighs, my arms around his back and clamped tight, my cheek against his. He started fucking me right away. His hot breath dampened my ear. I felt the muscles of his stocky body ripple as he pushed and pushed. I clamped and felt his cock swell. Frank was certainly enthusiastic.

While Frank and I fucked, the others went to the bar and chatted. Stan kept watching us while stroking himself or Peter or Trevor.

This time Frank took longer, maybe twenty enjoyable minutes. His pace varied but became faster and firmer when he neared his climax. When he came, he quietly slammed hard into me and pushed as far inside as he could. I wallowed in his delicious strong pulses.

Breathing hard, I released him. He got up and off the bed and went over to the bar with the other naked men.

"Ok now?" I heard Peter say.

"Yeah," agreed Frank. "He's a good fuck. Gave him a big load."

With several loads, my rear felt wet, leaky, so I clamped it tight.

I heard Peter say, "Too bad the others aren't here. We could have really given him a workout."

Trevor laughed and started to dress.

Frank said, "You finished already?"

"Going to my sculpting class."

"This late?"

"Going to see the teacher of the sculpting class."

"Oh. Right. Sort of all-night instruction."

"All night lessons," laughed Trevor. "But I'll be the teacher!"

As I watched Frank quickly dress. I remained hard but could not bring myself to approach anyone. I waited patiently on the bed. I was still ready. 

Stan looked at me then glanced at Peter. "I think he needs more. How about I fuck him and then spend the night keeping you awake? You ok with that Trev?"

"No worries. I won't wait up."

Peter grinned. "Good plan. Have fun with him." Then to me, "Remember the house rule, slut."

Trevor motioned to me, "Cheers, mate. Thanks for joining us. Been fun. See ya next time." Frank mumbled something, too. Peter left the shed with them.

Stan turned toward me and grinned. He rubbed his hands together and advanced.
 

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"First I'll just make sure you're ready for me."

Stan crawled onto the bed, leaned down and sucked my dick into his impatient mouth. My fists slammed down onto the mattress as his head bobbed and he licked and sucked me. He even swalled my cock. I felt his throat constrict as he tried to gulp it down. I became harder than a rock and wondered how he could do this. Oh, fucking oath, this was truly amazing! No one had ever given me head this good, not even my nasty-minded fuckbud, Kev, before he moved to the U.K.

But instead of finishing me off, Stan sat up and gazed down at my smiling face. "Okay, boy, time for the real thing. You're in for a treat."

It felt strange being called a boy. Here I was, nearly fifty, and this young man - maybe half my age - was treating me as if I were a teenager. Strange, but somehow delightful. Apparently age didn't mean a thing to these men. Apparently it didn't mean a thing to me, either. I held my arms out and spread my legs.

Before my delighted face stood his very beautiful, very hard, very ready penis. A brilliant cock supported by two large tight testicles. It stood up for me as if begging. I looked up along his wiry body and he smirked.

"I get horny as a raging goat," he said. "And like the goat, once I get going I can't stop."

Stan pushed me onto my back and crawled over my body. He parted my legs with his, dropped his hips and pressed that amazing cock against me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and thrusting rear. In seconds he had fully embedded himself. His cock fit just right: not too big, not too small. On my back the penetration felt even more thrilling, more erotic, more passionate. In moments I felt him hit the right spot.

He stopped pushing and lay down on my body. His smirking face stared down at my astonishment. His breath warmed my noise mouth, chin. His finger tapped my lips then his.

"How's that feel?"

My hands slid down his smooth back. "Terrific." I gripped his rump in eager anticipation and held my knees tight against his waist.

"Of course I do! Here we go."

I felt him begin to move. Out then in, out then in, slowly at first then faster and faster until he was literally pummelling my body. Laughing, he held himself up with his arms and fucked even harder. I held my hands onto his tight butt as he machine-gunned me then slowed and fucked me with wave-like motions. He drew out the fucking.

The raw sexual sensations became even more thrilling. It wasn't just his hard penis rubbing inside my body, it was not just the weight of his body on mine, it was his enthusiasm, neigh his tumultuous exuberance, as he drove himself into me. He seemed even more keen than Frank or Trevor, at least as much as Peter had been when I arrived. Stan's sexual desire swept through my soul, coloring me red with raw passion, and blue with firey lust.

It didn't take long, maybe only a few minutes, but it felt almost like forever. When it happened his eyes widened, he yelled loudly, "Fuck, I'm filling you!" I felt his magic cock throb and throb and throb. I couldn't feel his warm jizz but he must have added quite a bit. Grinning in joy, he resumed shoving. "Feels fucking great. Going to do it again." He stayed amazingly hard and continued to use my body for his enormous pleasure. It was as if the strong orgasm had not diminished his desire but instead renewed and increased it. This time his thrusts became stronger, more powerful, insistent, demanding. His hard cock felt almost like a steel rod savaging my guts.

I lay beneath his undulating body and basked at my great fortune.

He continued to fuck me, on and on, until he came very loudly a second time. I held him tight and moaned my own pleasure. Then he withdrew and squatted. His cock still pointed up. He regarded me with a tipped head. He leaned forward. His hand lightly slipped up and down my own stiff, aching shaft. I shuddered.

"I could keep going but I think you need something. I want to give it to you."

I would have been happy if this young man wanted to keep doing me but instead he straddled my hips and carefully lowered his thin hot wiry body. There was no resistance. It felt as if my aching cock sunk deep. Eyes closed in rapture, he then rose and fell at his own pace. I watched his face twist as his pleasure and speed mounted. When I tried to move my hips, he mashed down on me and shook his head.

"I've got you ... fucking the right ... spot. Hold still!"

I knew that smooth walnut-sized spot so well myself and I knew what I could accomplish, so I worked myself against him, reeling my knob rub and stimulate and cause this beautiful young man to shudder. Five minutes later, panting heavily, he lay full on my body, grabbed my arms and rolled us until I was on top. His legs tightened together, capturing my prong tighter inside his demanding arse. He shoved up, encouraging me to fuck. My legs outside his, I held his bony body and shoved myself hard and deep, over and over and over, minute after minute, until I felt that wonderful tingling in my legs then balls then dick. I began with regular "Ug...ug...ug..." and rose volume and savagery.

Just as I was about to scream and cum, he cried, "Wait!" He pushed me off and scampered off the bed, 

"What the fuck!" I snapped. My open palms cut the air. "I was fucking close!"

He hopped up on the edge of the solid pool table. With a wicked smile he crooked his finger at me and parted his legs wide. His amazing cock remained standing and wanting.

I crawled off the bed and stood before him. I didn't know whether to back up to him or push at him. He reached, grabbed my dick, and roughly pulled me against the edge of table. He levered my hard knob beneath his balls, reached around and pulled at my arse. He scooted forward and I pushed until I was once again engulfed in warm, tight heaven. He held my body and began to move and pant immediately. 

"You're hitting the right spot," he said. His legs rose and encircled my waist, his heels pressed my rear, tugging me deep. Then he slowly lay back onto the table. His arms flailed and balls clicked, snapped and rolled. One thunked into a pocket.

"Come on. Do me. I need it. Spunk me! Shoot me!" I leaned down and tongue-flicked an erect nipple. He squirmed and began to hunch me. He smacked his palms against my head and glared up at me. Through gritted teeth, he hissed, "Come on! Fuck that load into me!"

I pushed hard. I rooted fiercely. I jammed as deep into him as I could, almost at machine-gun pace. My breaths deepened. I grunted heavily and loud. I was incredibly turned on. On and on I fucked him. I went at it for minute after minute while he twisted and moaned. Soon that fabulous electric feeling shot through my body, from my groin down my legs and across my back and out through my arms. I began to yell very loud to enhance the erotic feelings. Just as I began to pulse I felt Stan's entire body tense and his wonderful cock, wedged between our heaving stomachs, spurt again, showering us with sticky magic. He squirmed, yelled something himself, gritted his teeth and continued to fuck me with increased savage power.

"Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!"

That was it. My body tensed, electrified further, and I let loose with a blood-curdling banshee scream. I pushed very hard, jammed myself into him as far as I could and blasted another fierce volley. I screamed so loud they could have heard me in the space station. My triumphant cock blasted like a nuclear pulse rocket, bang and bang and bang. Uncontrollable powerful spasms ruled the universe. Stan grabbed my head, pressed his lips on mine and thrust his tongue deep. His entire youthful body writhed as he took in shot after shot of my horny juice. I could feel his cock and anus respond and pulse, too, adding more glue to our wanton union.

When he let go, I pushed up and began to laugh. He laughed, too.

He said, "Wow, I really felt that. Fuckin' good. How ya doing?"

"Pretty damn good," I puffed. "You came and you're still hard."

"Sure am."

"Can you can stay like this and keep going?"

"I don't go down until I decide. I can cum, keep going, and cum again. Each time just pushes me onto the next. I can do it for hours and cum over and over. Freaks some men out."

"I'm good with that. Think you're amazing."

"You like this type of sex? Raw and basic?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Always dreamed about it. Didn't know it was real. Love it, mate."

"Dinkum?"

"True blue."

"Krikey."

We stopped moving our bodies and laughed together at the stupid comments. He slapped my arm. "I could keep doing this all night but you look exhausted. You certainly came hard and long. It felt fuckin' great, let me tell you. I loved it."

I pushed up and off and pulled out. He sat up, laughed, and flicked my wet bouncing cock with his middle finger. "Cool. Oops, don't want to mess the felt." He spritely hopped off the table, bent and began to suck and lick my surprised cock. "I love afters."

"Me, too," I said thankfully.

Peter was standing in the doorway with a beer in hand. He must have been watching us. Stan sprang up and hopped over to him. "Hey, there." The much younger man sidled up against the burly bearded man who still wore only a singlet. They were maybe forty years or so different in age but it did not matter at all. His hand fondled Peter's soft penis. "You wanna fuck?"

"House rule, huh. You haven't had enough?"

"Only getting started. How about an all-nighter?"

Peter motioned to me. "Ben, get yourself cleaned up and mosey on home. We'll catch up again soon."

I made my naked way back to the entrance hall, found my clothes near the front door, cleaned in the guest bathroom and dressed. I heard giggling noises and laughter and rhythmic creaking from one of the doorless bedrooms. As I tiptoed through the family room, I suddenly heard a loud orgasmic shout and, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

Through the doorway, I grinned at them, nodded enviously and waved.

I knew I could have joined them – house rule – but instead I left them to it. Didn't want to seem too need.

"See ya later," I called. "Thanks. Thanks a lot." Just thanks didn't seem enough.

"Fuck you during the week, slutman," I heard before the bed began to squeak again.

My legs trembled as I staggered through the cool ghostly night back to my home. I felt weak but my heart continued to beat strongly. And my empty anus, well, I needed another throbbing cock back up there as soon as I could arrange it. I knew I would crave that full feeling forevermore and I felt as if I might be able to have it far more often than I ever dreamed possible.

My street neighbors had turned out to be an interesting lot, maybe even the best of mates in time. My needs were heightened. Now that I had become a member of the NFC, perhaps I would not have to wait long before I was filled again.

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A/N: This is a complete rewrite of an earlier work of original fiction. The characters are all invented but the story stems from a real experience related to me many years ago by an online friend in Sydney. He loved being restrained and fucked for an hour solid by his top buddy and his buddy's three mates. He and I used to exchange hot emails, and had a great deal of fun describing what we would do to each other and how good we would make the other feel and how he had felt wanking off at some of my stories. Sadly, he passed away before we could meet. I miss those scalding emails.

If you liked this story, the best compliment is to let me know how it affected you. Turned on? Hard? Shot? PM and emails welcome, especially those naughty ones. There is definitely more to cum soon...
 

[Hozzel]

Part 3 - In My Back Yard With My Neighbor
by Hozzel

The bright afternoon sun blazed unusually warm for autumn. My naked body perspired from the sensual heat while I fed small branches and twigs to the noisy chipping machine. I was not concerned at being seen. High steel fences and thick shrubbery hid my secluded property from neighborly visual intrusion. The small gum-tree forest at the back corner of my acre block was as private as one could get and still be surrounded by a sea of houses.

As I shoved scratchy twigs and branches into the hungry maw of the noisy machine, a sensual thrill pervaded my lewd mind. Last weekend's gangbang and a visit one evening by Flynn and Roger had fueled my desire. All I could think about was more raw sex. Maybe if I went over...

Concentrate on the job, Ben! Get your mind out of the gutter!

Why? I roughly shoved a thick fallen branch into the muncher's ever-hungry maw. The shaking machine growled as it chewed the branch and spat shards out its narrow anus into the black catch bag. The gutter was a most excellent place to dwell. I liked my mind there. My body liked it, too. My cock celebrated my prurient thoughts and began to swell. It wanted to play. Well, why not? No one would see, no one would hear.

"Hey there, Ben!"

Shit! I jerked upright. My hands automatically crossed over my exposed semi-hard dick. But I knew that gravely voice and relaxed. The burly man had not only seen it all but also made good use of it. Grinning, my naughty neighbor strode into the small gum-tree forest. Aged late sixties, a heavy-set retired bald university professor with a long gray beard, Peter sported the only uniform I had ever seen him wear: a white singlet. Thick penis in hand, he ambled up and friendly-slapped my bare rump.

"Saw you over the fence. I like your look, Ben, all sweaty and nude and worked up. Shows your muscles and your nice cock. A most excellent way to work in the back yard! Made me feel like a root. How about it?"

I watched Peter work the thick foreskin back and forth over his swelling purple knob. My loins stirred. My own cock throbbed as it stiffened further. Without a word I took off the leather garden gloves, eagerly dropped - my knees scraped on fallen bark - grasped his thick base, and pulled that big beautiful mushroom tip toward my gaping, wanton, eager mouth. Even without the sex club's "can't say no" rule, I would not refuse!

"Don't bother," Peter ordered. "Let's have your slutty ass."

"It's yours." I stood and took a step toward the house.

"Here," he said. Impatient, he twirled his thick finger.

"Outside?"

"Right here."

"Okay. Whatever you want."

Chuckling, I spun around and took a deep breath. Keeping the growling cruncher switched on to cover any ecstatic screams I might holler, I spread my legs, grasped the noisy machine for support, steadied myself, and waited. I felt Peter's thick fingers grab my hips then that big tip push between my tight ass cheeks.

He hesitated against my well-trained anus. "Ready?"

"Sock it to me."

"Aright, then. Here comes!"

I gasped when, with one powerful thrust, he grunt-plunged his wonderful cock into my yearning hole. I couldn't help blurting, "Oh, fuck!" A second grunting shove and I thought he was buried to the hilt. No slow entry, no allowing me to get use to it, just wham and in! I cried out again and exhaled from the sudden pressure and the pain of being fiercely stretched open by his thick slug.

Fuck, he felt huge!

And, fuck, it felt great!

And, well, fuck! That's what I was going to do. Use the word properly, Ben. I panted hard, gripped the growling electric machine as my ass gripped his cock just as tight.

Holding my rump, Peter slowly pulled that monster back then pushed in fast, slow back then plunge in. With each strong stroke his speed grew faster and faster. My passage seemed to self-lubricate. The pain quickly vanished, replaced by mounting smiling pleasure. His fingers dug into my hips while he literally slid me on his big dong and began to thrust at the same time.

"Come on, fuck me harder!" I yelled in encouragement.

He grunted and began to slam into me. I yelped each time he plunged and I laughed from the monstrous physical joy. As he banged me over and over. The rough stimulation on my sensitive prostate caused me to shudder. Wonderful! Fucking beneath the warm sun, out in the open air, felt amazing and free. The breeze played scintillating tunes on my sensitive naked body. His cock drove so deep I could almost feel it hitting something inside. Thrust after thrust, bang after savage bang, I let the beautiful sensations inside my yielding body build and build, second after second, minute after minute. I could feel his invading cock slide inside and his hips and balls smack my rear. Bang after bang he pumped into me, driving for his pleasure and release, oblivious to my own rising passion. I couldn't help my open-mouthed smile. The passionate friction began to drive me crazy.

"Oh, fuck!" I blurted. "I'm gonna... I'm..."

Suddenly, a series of shuddering small internal prostate orgasms cascaded through my nerves. My entire body quivered as it sang in minor assgasm.

"You're quick! If I'd known you were this easy I would've been over here sooner."

"You could've," I huffed as I recovered and pushed myself back on his fleshy spear. "Oof! Fuck, that feels good!"

"You like being made to cum like this?"

"Thrive on it."

"Keep going?"

"Oh, yeah. More. More."

Peter kept ferociously fucking me under the warm sun, and within a minute, forced me to endure another mini climax. I held and concentrated on the electricity zapping through my stimulated nerves. The intensity swelled and I yelled uncontrollably. I relished these exquisite assgasms, possibly even more intense than a full blast. Best of all, I can have a string of them, one after another after another, with little downtime between. Peter knew this and clearly worked my body like a master cocksman. Even when he knew I came, he continued to bore into me, on and on, thrust after thrust, playing me like an orgasmic instrument, never allowing me to recover or even breath but forcing me onto the next, higher note.

He powered me through a third tune and did not let up.

After the fourth, the brilliant lightning sensations became almost too much. I yelled, "Are you ever going to cum?"

"Almost there" he shouted and shoved hard in emphasis.

I gripped the cruncher tighter to avoid it tipping over. It growled at me.

He pounded even faster into me, causing me to shudder and shake and even moan loudly. On and on without mercy, now without heed to my feelings. He rammed his big cock into my submissive shivering body. He used it to take charge of my mind and soul and to strive for his own tumultuous release. Like an overstimulated lover, I endured the intense sensations his fierce fucking raised. Wham and wham and wham and wham wham wham!

Cringe and cringe and more. I somehow made it through the overwhelming pleasure of the fifth assgasm. But I knew I couldn't take much more.

As I was screaming and shaking and just about to leap away, Peter suddenly shoved hard! He shouted. His pounding cock swelled. I clenched on him. He exploded. His cock blasted his thick goo into my welcoming body. Each powerful pulse ravaged my senses. His explosions caused me to burst, too. I could not help but yell loud along with him. The two of us were caught in a swell of orgasmic waves that crashed and roiled and dominated. I clenched harder on his cock as my entire body spasmed with bursting nova pleasure. Hands free, my super-hard cock shot stream after wonderful stream while his love cannon shot volley after volley of his thick pasty mangoo into me. We pulsed and spasmed together in mutual raw animal growling bliss.

I loved that amazing feeling. I loved being taken. I loved feeling a man's cock slide in and out of my ass as he worked to shoot his load. I loved feeling him pulse as he shot his batter into me. And I positively thrived on being forced to cum! The entire neighborhood's men could have me any time. I'm right here boys! I thought as my cock and balls pulsed their last dribbles. If this is what it is like to be a slut, then proud slut I would be.

Panting, my bobbing head hung between my straight arms. "That's ... wow ... fuckin' strong."

"I like that you came, too. You make a good slut. Pretty tight fuck, too. Couldn't hold back for long."

Not long? The sun had shifted enough to let me know it had been much longer than ten minutes, maybe twenty at least.

I switched off the chipper and laughed. "Slut, huh." He slipped out. I spun around, dropped and spent another minute licking and sucking and cleaning while our cocks slowly slumped. When I stood, he grasped my semi-hard prick and, with an almost evil snicker, began to jerk rapidly like he wanted it full hard again. Sometimes Peter liked to top from the bottom.

He said, "Thought you might have been over by now for a root with me and the boys."

"Thought about it," I said. "A lot. They came over here last Wednesday."

"So that's where they went! Should have guessed."

"But I can just come over any time I want it?"

"Of course. That's what the rule is all about. Keeps us all horny all the time."

I laughed. "What grade slut?"

He said, "C minus grade so far. Barely above a D."

"Just average? How do I get an A?"

"Long ways to go before you get top score, slut. Want more?" He wanked faster.

"Seconds are always appreciated," I smiled and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. "If I'm real nice to the teacher, maybe it'll up my score."

He laughed and leaned over as if he was going to suck me but he stopped, released me and tipped his gray bearded head in thought.

Disappointed, I said hopefully, "Is the group getting together tonight?"

"Not tonight, mate." He looked at me oddly then laughed. His thumb slipped along the side of his dick then he held the shrinking but still large knob. "Want another round with sex-mad Stan, huh?"

Embarrassed, I nodded. "Trevor, too," I said in a vain attempt to be fair. "And Frank. And anyone else I haven't met yet."

An odd look flashed his face. Lines at the edge of his eyes deepened. His thumb traced little circles on the purple crown. He snorted, let go of himself and stroked his beard. I followed him out of my little forest.

"How about going to the footy tonight? I have permanent seats."

"Sure," I said. I hadn't been to the football in years. Might be fun.

"Come over around five. I'll arrange your ticket and maybe we'll do something special while we're there."

"Sounds good. How much?"

"My shout."

Peter headed around the rain tank and garage to the long entrance lane between our properties. "We should put a gate here," he chuckled. "Be easier to come over. Don't be late, slutman."

Something special, huh? I vamped visions of rampant sex in the stands while the crowd cheered. My smutty mind churned the possibilities.

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A/N: Thanks to all of you who have liked these stories so far. The best compliment is to let me know if it turned you on, if it caused a hard throbbing response, especially if it made you shoot. Post, PM or email is fine. Definitely more to cum soon...

[Hozzel]

Part 4 - At the Footy With My Neighbor
May 2022
by Hozzel

Just before five o'clock, I fronted up and nervously knuckled Peter's front screen. I had showered, cleaned myself out thoroughly and popped a Cialis just in case. It wouldn't wear off for a couple of days. Fun, here I cum!

The front door swung open. The stocky older man wore a red, yellow and blue team shirt and knee-length cargo shorts. "Exactly on time," he observed and held the screen door open. "Through here." We flew past the lounge, through a side door and into his spacious garage.

I almost gasped. Sleek, black, all-electric, the car would have cost a small fortune. Peter pulled out the charging plug. The thick cable retracted to the wall. Bat-like doors swung up and we swung into luxurious leather. He pressed a button and light flooded the garage from behind as the door rolled up. Another button and the dash lit. With a happy chime, the car started almost silently.

He backed out of the driveway and we were off to the footy.

We chatted while he drove to the football stadium on the north edge of Flinders, light talk about the teams and a recent movie. Then suddenly, "Here, give us your dick."

I looked over at him like he was crazy and had asked the most wonderful thing possible at the same time.

"Come on," he ordered, "get it out."

I unzipped my jeans and fished out my floppy penis. He reached over, pushed my hand clear, and took hold of it. I looked about. The car's windows were tinted fairly dark so I hoped no one would see.

"You like being touched?"

"Constantly," I admitted. "24/7 if I could. Can't get enough."

He held my flaccid penis and began to rub the foreskin covering the tip with his thumb. "Good. We'll get along great. I like to my boys to be always ready." He pulled the foreskin back, exposing the sensitive knob and began to rub with his thumb.

I cringed from little shivers racing through my body, but I smiled in appreciation and said, "Boys? I'm nearly fifty."

"And I'm old enough to be your father, and Roger and Flynn are thirty years younger than you. So what? Your attitude and enthusiasm count more than your age. Haven't you worked that out by now? No one in our group gives a rats about age."

Of course Peter was right. This bear of a man had the stamina of a bull moose and sexual appetite of a randy teenager. The Cialis was already working and my prick responded, quickly becoming stout and ready and eager. In fact, it swelled thicker and harder than normal, which was absolutely fantastic. I loved being hard almost more than chocolate. Peter began to stroke and finger the length. Ah, yes, I could never get enough of being touched and fondled.

I smiled and reached for his crotch. "You're right. Would you like to be sucked while you drive?"

"Rain check, but thanks for the thought. Remember it."

Stadium parking swarmed with cars and people but Peter refused to release my hard cock. Groups crowded around the backs of their cars, sipping champaign or sizzling snags on a small BBQ. The Aussie Rules footy match always attracted thousands. He drove right up to a more secluded area and squeezed my stiff dick a few times. "Put that away for now."

The stadium swarmed with team colors: red and yellow and blue, and the gold and purple of the visiting interstate team. Peter's permanent seat turned out to be a private box area high in the members stand. The wide opening looked out over the crowd and side of the oval. He must have been a long-standing club member to have something special like this.

The first bounce went to the visiting team, who fumbled the ball. Our team fast kicked to the goal square and then scored a six straight off. The game then began to flow back and forth. Peter and I yelled and screamed along with the crowd at every mark and each goal attempt, and hurled good-natured obscenities at the umpires if they made a call we didn't like. I admired the perfect muscled bodies in their loose or tight team jerseys and shorts as they ran and jumped and collided. I wondered how many of them partook in the same erotic fun as Peter and myself. I had no doubt some did. Visions swarmed in my imagination: I was pushed into the locker room and thoroughly fucked over by a randy naked group. Woo-hoo!

Just after the second quarter began, the visiting team snagged a long mark then kicked a quick six, putting them ahead. Peter yelled abuse at the umpire for not catching a high tackle then he leaned against me and said, "After that unworthy goal, I need some comfort." He placed my hand on his inner thigh and slid it tight up against his crotch. I held a substantial lump. "Keep it there," he ordered. I did not think anyone else could see so I began to massage his slowly expanding bulge while also watching the game. He glanced at me and laughed, "Glad I recruited you." As long as he did not attempt to publicly embarrass me, I would happily have fun with him however he wished.

A couple of fumbled handballs, a throw-in, a long unintercepted kick and I reached for Peter's zipper. Time to have some real fun.

He checked his watch and said, "Go get us a couple of beers, mate."

"But I'll have to move my hand and I have plans for you." I started to pull the zipper down.

He laughed. "You can blow me when you get back. You're on a mission now. Get 'em at gate 4. Take your time. And if you meet anyone, do whatever they ask without question."

I shook my head in disbelief and made my way behind us through a door at the back of the box. Do whatever they ask? I felt set up, but in a good way. I scuttled down the passage to the long descending stairs.

When I queued at the kiosk a familiar lanky young man slid up to my side and calmly took my arm. Thick ginger hair frothed over a freckled face. Blue eyes laughed with seductive intent. "Hey, there." Stan's mischievous smile lit a happy face. He wore a blue, red and yellow uniform. He looked like a skinny high-school football player but I knew he aged twenty-something.

"Hey, there, yourself. Didn't know you liked the football."

I said, "I'm here with Peter. I'm on a mission for him right now."

"Yes, you are, and I am your mission. You were told to do whatever I ask."

I took a breath. "Well, actually I'm supposed to get..."

"You were instructed to meet someone and do ask they ask. That someone is me." He grabbed my arm.

"But..."

"Come with me, pretty boy," Stan urged with a wry smile. "I'm asking and you have to comply."

Embarrassed by other people gawking, he dragged me around the corner, along a curving wall, then deep into a long, dark alcove which lead to closed wooden cupboards beneath the stands.

"Listen..." I stuttered. "I'm not sure this is a good place. We could be caught."

"A most perfect place! Remember the rule: you have to do whatever I ask."

"Yes, but..."

"The Rule apples everywhere, not just at Pete's place."

Right. Ok. Being caught was obviously insufficient reason to refuse. Besides, I had become intrigued, and my Cialis-fuelled twitching cock reminded me to take the better offer.

"But ... here?"

His wiry body suddenly slammed onto me again, ramming my back onto the cool brick wall. I groaned and automatically reached around his waist. He writhed in my arms like an eager cat on heat.

I pulled back. "What if we're caught?"

"They can join us." His close face smiled with sinful intent.

"For fuck's sake, I'm old enough to be your father." I should have known better than say something that stupid after Peter's admonishment.

Stan literally pouted. He took my hand and wickedly searched my face with big blue eyes. "Do you think I'm hot?"

I blinked. If I refused, he might play up, might make considerable noise, would definitely report my failure to Peter. Refusal might mean expulsion from the NFC. Maybe this encounter was a weird type of test. Feeling Stan's firm body eagerly pressing against mine, squirming with sexual anticipation, I admitted, "You're smoking hot."

He snickered then pushed me harder against the cool wall. I felt the tight muscles of his flat toned stomach and his stout dick. His arms circled then hugged me tight. The person in my arms and hands oozed astonishing masculine sexual desire. Perfect kryptonite.

"I'll tell you a secret," he said. "I've been wanting to fuck you again since last weekend."

"You could have," I suggested.

I looked nervously down the dead-end passage. Anyone could walk past at any time and see me molesting the seemingly young man. Or, rather, I hoped, he molesting me. Was this his thing? Sex with older men? Did he get off on the thrill of being caught? Was public sex his passion? Did he like to be watched? I suspected Stan may be as uninhibited as they come.

"Hey!" I yelped as, grinning like a Cheshire cat, he grabbed my hand and pushed it up into his blue footy shorts. My eyes widened when I felt the bare flesh of his thigh and then bare skin of his warm scrotum and semi-hard penis.

"See what you've done to me? You can feel my dick is already hardening for you. That makes me very naughty, doesn't it?" Lower lip protruded. "I can't go back out there like this. You really have to help me, now."

I said with my own mischievous smile, "You're a very naughty boy."

"And naughty is the nicest thing, don't you agree?"

Sniggering, Stan eagerly snuggled his thighs against my hand. "Feel that?" He wriggled his cock between my fingers with passionate desire. He began to rhythmically push himself in my hand. His own hands slid down my chest then further and unbuckled my belt. Breathing heavily, he zipped open my jeans then unhooked the clasp and pushed them down.

Cool air sprinkled my hips. Cold brick spanked my naked rear. Impatient fingers grasped my suddenly freed throbbing erection.

"Fuck..." I moaned. Ah, well, there's nothing like being sexually accosted to make one feel wanted.

Stan dropped to his knees. His fingers brushed my engorged prick. He licked up and down the stem before taking the sensitive knob between his wet lips. He kissed it then opened his lips wide and obscenely coated it with hot eager breath and wide tongue. Stan viciously sucked me into his oral cave. I almost cringed from the pleasure and thrust at his face. He began to pull and suck and almost gulp me into his throat. His fingers fondled my sensitive balls. With skill he made my body jump and jerk and quiver. He knew what to do, exactly where to rub and tease, how to obtain any reaction he desired. He sucked hard and eagerly massaged my warm balls as if preparing the gooey seed inside for launch.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned again, looking down at the mass of bobbing orange-red hair. He was good, very good, and in moments he had me rock hard and quivering on the edge. The pleasure became staggering. He pulled back and fluttered his tongue, causing my entire body to cringe. "Shit, you're good," escaped from my mouth.

With a pop, he pulled off. "Great! Now I want to cum from you fucking me! Quick!" He stood, turned around, shoved his shorts down, exposing narrow hips and a ripe ass. He pressed his firm smooth buttocks against me. My cock slipped beneath his balls and along side his own tumescent rod. He leaned forward, pushing trim arms straight, his palms slapped flat against the opposite brick wall. "Come on, get in me."

"But..."

"Get your dick the fuck in me! Now!"

"I don't have any lube."

"Fuck me! Now!"

I pulled back, pressed my sensitive knob between his cheeks and against the tight pink flower. Impatient, he suddenly thrust back. His experienced ass gobbled me whole and clamped tight. He was so slick no lube was needed. With a gasping sigh, he moaned, "Oh...yes. Way better." He pushed back forcing me deeper. "You feel really good and you are so fuckin' hard! Okay, now, fuck me!"

Last week, Stan had enthusiastically topped me at the neighborhood gangbang, but now he seemed to have become an aggressive bottom. Definitely a great big lump of green glowing kryptonite.

"Haven't you been fucked today already?" I ventured.

"Only once," he huffed as he began to move on me.

I squeezed his tight round buns and pushed and pulled, matching each of his savage backthrusts. Immediately his breathing quickened to little grunts in time to playful spasms that rippled along my straining cock. I reached around and felt his own solid pole. I began to jerk it while he moved against me.

"Don't take all day! Come on, fuck me harder!"

He slammed back against me, over and over, in complete control of the fuck. My butt battered the hard wall. I stood still, took it, and watched his tight bum as he fucked himself on me. The slick sensations further hardened my prong. When I began to move again, to return his thrusts with my own gentle pushes, he picked up speed.

"Harder! Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. I love that! Won't be long. Oh, shit, yes. Oh ... fuck. This is great. You feel ... amazing! Your slutty cock is wonderful! So hard and long, I can feel it going deep. Oh, yes. That's it. Fuck my hole! Smash me! Fuck me harder! Use your hand, too. That's right. You're hitting the right spot in there. I'm... I'm going to..."

His hands jumped and slapped the brick wall. He silenced his litany and concentrated on the delicious feelings. I felt his body shake in a fluidless prostate orgasm, an amazing type of orgasm I knew so well myself. I felt his tight anus firmly grab as if it did not want to ever let me go. I held on while he quivered and moaned. The moment he eased, he resumed twerking against me, forcing my cock to slide in ecstasy.

"Fuck, yes! That's it! Hard! Fuck me hard! Smash me! Smash me! Oh, fuck! Keep going! Make me cum again so fucking massive!"

Now caught in the sticky web of erotic sensations, oblivious to my surroundings, I grabbed his trim hips and pummeled. My hips slapped his rump as I forcefully fucked. My cock speared relentlessly. Strong sensations zapped through my entire switched-on body. Tingling pleasure quickly built in my swinging balls. I fucked hard, returning each of his solid backthrusts. When I dug my fingers into hispliant buttocks, Stan suddenly shoved back hard and yelled loud. His powerful internal muscles and stomach clenched. His back arched. I felt his next noisy orgasm take control of his entire beautiful body. In my fist I felt his cock spasm, felt him shoot, felt sticky fluid between my rubbing fingers, felt a few more shots. I thought I was good with prostate mini-orgasms but Stan was clearly the supreme master.

The crowd roared almost as if cheering us on.

"Don't stop!" he panted and pressed against me. His inner muscles danced around my cock. "Again!"

Oh, yes, I knew he could, too. I slipped my free hand up his body and rammed back into him.

"Ug! Fuck! Do it! Do it!"

On and on I pounded, thrusting as fast as I could, slapping my hips against his shaking buttocks as I rammed my steel rod deep. I felt as if I was punishing the naughty man with my stiff cock alone but I knew this was exactly what he wanted. On and on I fucked, all the while feeling his body shake. On and on I rammed my electric cock in and out. I relished the fuck. I grunted with each savage push. I was there with him and he was here with me.

"Fuck ... yes!" he yelled. "Oh, fuck! Keep going!"

The crowd roared again as if they knew.

I shuddered, slowed, and began to pull away, but he shouted, "I'm not finished!" He pushed back, slamming my rear and back against the wall, spurring me to continue.

"More?" I gasped and shoved back. "Really?"

He literally growled. I felt him clamp, felt the pressure of his firm anal walls slide along my juiced cock, felt his body shake with uncontrolled lust. His tempo and loud moaning increased again. He bucked back on me. His fingers dug into the brick wall. He and I fucked ecstatically, blissfully unaffected by the hollering crowd noise. All that mattered was our fucking. I pounded my cock deep into him and he pushed hard against me. Time contracted and flowed within extraordinary crazy bliss.

"More," he panted and continued to move on me.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" My eager anus tingled at the thought. His cock in my hand pulsed as if it wanted to cum again.

"Later!" Stan slammed back against me in our mutual opposing rhythm. "This is what ... I ... want ... right now. Come on, again! Fuckin' breed me. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah."

Of course I could do him. I would make sure Stan was fully filled and satisfied. That was all that mattered now. I felt powerful. I had taken control. Nothing else now mattered except powerfully filling his guts with my potent hot seed and making him howl. I pounded into him and he slapped against me, driving my powerful cock in and out of his clasping rear.

His loud moaning ramped up further. He suddenly gasped and pushed against me hard, driving me deep into his body.

I exhaled and momentarily released his steely cock. He snapped, "Don't let go!" I gripped again and allowed his juice to lube the wonderful friction as I concentrated on his ultra-sensitive knob. I could drive him wild, too.

After a few exquisite minutes of furious fucking, the lightning sensations in my body finally forced me to burst. In a series of giant glorious spasms I grunted loud and shoved deep. My senses flamed with voracious desire. My balls contracted and my body begin to shake with earthquake intensity. I began to shoot into him. My legs shook. Incredible feelings of carnal strength lanced through my spasming body. I thrust hard. Strong and weak at the same moment, I could not stifle a pleasure-filled groan. I felt my cock pump powerful shot after shot of my salacious goo deep into him.

Stan yelled in triumph, bucked back, and clutched my cock hard.

I kept shoving into him, spouting cream and feeling his tight anus swallow it all. But all too soon I weakened and slumped onto his heaving back. Warm fluid dripped down his bare thighs. I wrapped my arms around his body, one hand still holding his lovely hardness. I hugged him and kept myself inside his body. I didn't want to let go. I did not want to pull out. We both held ourselves in that position, both panting heavily, stunned by our own deep feelings.

He said, "Wow. That was...I don't know how to describe it. Really cool. Super-blasting."

He suddenly raised, pushing me off. I stood. He stepped forward. Cool air stung my dripping still-hard cock. He spun, smiled, knelt and fingered and licked me like an icy pole. He remembered I loved oral afters.

Big blue eyes looked up. "Did you like that?"

Completely unsure of an appropriate answer, I smiled and nodded. "Delightful." The experience had indeed been delightful, and very fun. Raw and basic and amazing. Delightful, my yearning ass. It had felt utterly fantastic, so I added, "Fantastic. I love your ... eagerness."

"Greed, you mean. I am wild and wanton. I should come over some night."

"Do you have time? Where do you work?"

"Hubby and I both work at the uni." He stood up.

Hubby? Stan was married! "What do you do there?"

"Physics. Cosmology. I'm trying to disprove the big bang theory and replace it with a pulsating model. It isn't a new idea but I have a new angle on it. The Universe began all spread out but turbulence caused it to swirl and collapse into a black hole as if it was being deep throated. Then it burst like a flaming orgasm. Spewed everything everywhere. It'll eventually collapse and repeat it all again. I think there's a lot more mass and energy than even dark matter accounts. Anti-matter plays a big role. Very mathy."

"So we're all made out of universal jizz. One big ejaculation?" I joked.

Stan laughed. Lovely dimples sprouted. "Multiple shots," he said seriously. "Matter, anti-matter, dark matter, other types of matter and energy we haven't even fathomed. The works. Blame Peter. He started me on it."

"He did?"

"Don't you know who Peter is?"

I shook my head. Just my retired neighbor I thought.

"Dr Peter Hudson. Former head of the physics department when he retired a few years ago. Astrophysicist. You didn't know?" Stan's fingers gently slid down my cheek.

I shook my head again. The amazing things one does not know about one's neighbors. Retired scientist and neighborhood sex fiend.

"When I come over I'll want to go at it for a long time. You might not get much rest or sleep. So far you've only seen a taste of what I like to do. Think you could handle that?"

"You know I can. Does your husband know about the group? About Peter and the others?" I worried: Does he know about your feelings for me?

Stan laughed. "With someone as horny as me about? What do you think? Anyway, you met him and he's fucked you, too."

"Um, Frank?"

"Shit, no. He pretends to be my old man but he isn't. Trevor's my hubby."

I remembered Trevor alright. Muscled, bald, well spoken, lively, very black. He had fun with me at the gangbang and he enjoyed being the meat in a manwhich between Peter and myself. He seemed like a nice guy. I would certainly fuck with him again, no worries. A little fantasy of myself, Trevor and Stan in a fun intimate threesome played quickly through my turbulent imagination.

"Maybe he could come over, too," I suggested.

"Great idea. Get him in the middle or double fuck him. He'll like that."

Motion at the end of the long passage caught our attention. My heart pounded. I froze. An older man with long brown and grey hair and a team scarf stared, mouth open. His fingers flexed over and over. The severe tent in his pants and his lecherous grin spoke volumes. I had no idea how long he had been watching us.

Embarrassment and guilt exploded. I turned away and quickly pulled up my jeans.

Arms and legs akimbo like a half-naked superhero, hard cock aggressively pointed up, Stan boldly called, "Did you enjoy watching us fuck?"

Smirking, the man lifted his thumb in approval. Stan shouted, "Then let's see it!" The man looked about, took one step into the alley and, right before us, pulled out a stiff long dick and began to wank. "Go for it! Go for it!" Jerking furiously, cheered on by Stan's unexpected loud hoots and hollers and claps and lewd comments and his own frigging, in less than a minute the man thrust his hips forward and shot white gooey ropes...and shot and...would he ever stop? After what seemed like an amazing number of shots he finally ceased and grinned. Stan shouted and clapped, "Way to fucking go, mate!" The man gave another thumbs up and scuttled away.

I trembled bad.

"That was way cool! Catch ya later, mate!" Stan patted me on the shoulder and ran off like a breeze, leaving me thoroughly gob-smacked.

I slunk back to the kiosk. I purchased two beers then plodded back up the cement steps.

When I returned to Peter's private box, I found a half naked man bent over his lap. I saw the dark bare leg straddling the bench, a nice tight rump curve, muscles working as he enthusiastically mouthed and hand-worked the older man's huge hard-on.

I stumbled to the other side of the bench and just stood there watching Trevor lick and suck and rub my neighbor's huge erection. Trev's blue eyes rose and looked right up at my shocked face.

Grinning Peter hollered, "Welcome back, slutman! Our team's getting thrashed!"

"So are you," I muttered. I sat next to him looking down on Trevor as he vigorously worked on my neighbor while eying me at the same time. "Got waylaid," I said. He winked at me while hard sucking and licking. He was really giving it to Peter, worshiping and trying to literally swallow that thick meat and making damn sure I saw all of it.

"Welcome to the club," Peter said.

Trevor suddenly stopped. Without releasing his hold, he raised his head and began a deep throaty laugh.

"Come here, mate," he said, "and help me out."

I did not have to be asked twice. I leaned down close to his face. My wet tongue snaked along Peter's hard cock right above Trevor's nails.

He did the same to Peter at the same time. His mouth descended on the crown for a moment then he rose. I looked up at his upswept cock. I lunged and sucked it in as if starved. Cialis was doing its job, too. Despite cumming into Stan not long ago, my prong snapped hard as a rock. I wasn't just turned on, I was now shaking like pink jelly from excitement as I licked and sucked.

He pushed my head away and stepped over Peter's bare legs. He came before me and put both hands on my shoulders. I looked down at the upthrust cock pointed at my face.

"I want to fuck you."

I knew the rule. I could never refuse his request, nor Peter's, nor any other member.

"Here, turn around and give us your ass."

Despite its hammering, my heart skipped. Asking for my dick or ass was a kryptonite phrase. I set the beers down. I looked either side to make sure of our privacy then stood before the glassless window and leaned over onto the steel rail just beneath. Anyone spying would only see me trying to get a better look at the game. Glare from bright stadium lights would mask my face anyway. I pushed my jeans down and presented my round rump to Trevor just like he had done for me. Below me the crowd's attention was fixed on the oval, the running players and the flying football. I didn't care if anyone was looking anyway.

"Fuckin' great!" Trev yelled behind me.

Peter laughed. "He's got nice round buns."

"I am going enjoy planting myself between those beauties again. By the way, how did you enjoy my partner?"

I swallowed, unsure what to say. "He was...enthusiastic."

"Of course he is!"

I felt him step up behind, grasp my hips, and push his wonderful hard cock between the cheeks of my sizzling bum.

"He has the hots for you, don't you know that?"

Like Peter, Trevor didn't mess around. If he wanted to fuck, he did. He pressed the engorged tip against my anus then continued to push until he popped in. He pushed until his length and thickness had fully penetrated. I gasped then sighed relief as I adjusted to his invasion. He felt good, just the right size and depth. I clenched my internal muscles several times, hoping it would be taken as a good signal.

As if they knew, the crowd cheered.

I blinked and glimpsed a yellow football arc to the left toward the home team's goal. It hit the point post. The crowd groaned.

So did I for a better reason.

"Give me a squirt of lube," I heard Trevor say to Peter then to me, "I hope you fucked him real well."

A plastic snap, a small squelch then Trevor reached around and firmly grasped my renewed hard cock. His hand was covered in slippery lube. His palm squeezed my knob and began to slip. Balls deep, hips pressed against me, he suddenly grunted, "Oh!" We were viciously shoved forward. My forehead almost battered the window. I moaned and pushed back. Trevor laughed and I heard him say, "You are a fuckin' big boy!"

Peter must have fucked into him.

Of course. Peter and Trevor loved threeways.

I loved them, too.

The crowd roared.

"Right, let's do it!"

And we did.

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Author's note:
This is an original work of fiction. Thank you very much for reading. Did it turn you on? Did it get you there? Where should this story go? Messages and emails always welcome. Don't be shy and don't hold back! Hoo Roo!

[Medwaym]

So hot.....if only we all had such good neighbour's.

[plisken]

Love the "meat in a manwich" - nice.