I had yet to meet my next door neighbor even though I had moved in three weeks before. He was such a hunk I didn't know what to say to him. He was in the yard shirtless, again. He is a real stud, long, lean and handsome. The way his Levis hang on his hips just below those abdominal obliques gives me a hard-on every time. He was doing stuff in the back yard and I loved to watch the way he moved while he was working. Oftentimes I would watch him and just have to jack off. When he was walking around half-naked I would usually go outside and sit on the patio to get a better view of his body. But I doubted that he even knew I was around.

I took a couple of skin magazines with me and went out and sat on the patio outside the back door. I figured that between having my sunglasses on and pretending to read I could watch him without being caught.

God, the way his body and muscles rippled and moved was a dream. I would love to be kneeling on the ground in front of him and sucking his cock while I ran my hands over his body.

He went into the garage and backed his car out into the driveway. Then he got out of the car, looked around and walked over to me, stopped and looked down. He said, "Hi my name is Gary Chalmers. We haven't met yet."

He held out his hand. I reached out and shook his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Charlie Bradley." He had a nice firm handshake and didn't try to crush my fingers like so many guys like him have done to me in the past.

"I haate to ask, but I could use some help in the garage if you have a minute," he said.

"Sure!" I told him, trying not to seem too eager.

He then turned and walked over toward the garage. he looked back at me and said, "Come on."

I got up and followed him into the garage. He lowered the garage door behind us.

"What do you need help with?" I asked, in the dim light of the garage.

I was still just standing there, stunned, unable to respond or move.

He stroked his cock, looked at me and said, "Get on the floor and suck my cock."

I didn't make any false protestations I just went over in front of him and dropped to my knees. I reached up and took his balls in one hand and stroked his cock with the other. I said, "I love to just look at your body. It's so beautiful."

I grabbed his ass, holding on with both hands as I bobbed up and down on his cock. I let go of his butt, but kept on sucking his dick, while I let my hands slide up and down his legs, feeling the hard muscle underneath the skin. I opened my pants and let out my own cock, which was as hard as a rock.

He reached down and grabbed my head with both hands and started to pump his swollen member in and out of my mouth. I took his balls in my hand again and kneaded them. With my other hand I reached up and stroked his hard, lean torso. He was taking his time fucking my mouth, using slow long strokes and putting his cock further and further in my mouth with each stroke.

I let my hands drift down his torso and started stroking his hard defined muscular butt. I pulled forward on his butt and rammed his cock in my mouth till my lips met his tight abs. I had finally deep-throated his cock. He pushed on the back of my head and held it there, fully impaled on his cock. He pushed his dick in my mouth as far as he could and ground his hips in my face.

"You really like to suck my dick don't you Charlie?, he commented. " Youlike it rough, don't you? Don't you love taking my dick all the way down your throat?"

He started stroking his cock in and out of my lips, saying, "I bet you are about to cream in your pants as I stroke this hard cock in and out of your throat. Give me some moans to show me how much you enjoy sucking my meat, cocksucker."

I started moaning and groaning to show him how much I enjoyed being face-fucked by him.

Reaching between his legs, I ran my finger tips down the crack of his ass and he moaned. He squatted lower to expose his asshole, and I fingered it lightly with the tips of my fingers.

He responded well. "Yeah, man, use those fingers on my hole." I started rubbing his asshole with one finger and he really moaned.

He stopped fucking my face and said, "I bet you would love to eat my ass wouldn't you?"

"May I, please?" I responded.

He went over to a workbench by the wall, bent over it, andstuck his ass out. He grabbed his cheeks, spread them and said, "Get your tongue in there, Charlie, and eat my ass. We might have a good thing going here. I can't get my wife to finger my ass, much less lick it, and I bet you just love licking ass."

"Yes I do," I admitted. "I could eat out your ass for hours if you would let me."

I went right for his asshole with my tongue. He had already shown that he had a very sensitive asshole and loved to have it stroked and massaged, and I just bet he would love my tongue more than my finger.

Having released Gary's sexual tension by first licking directly on his asshole I turned my attention elsewhere. I licked each butt cheek all over. I slipped my tongue along the area on each side of his asshole without ever actually licking his asshole. I then took a big breath and blew lightly right on his asshole from an inch away. He was squirming on the table and said, "Oh yeah man, that's great. Do that some more."

I went back to licking the area around his asshole, then licked and sucked and kissed all over his ass cheeks. I again blew on his asshole with breaths of air. Gary couldn't stop squirming and said, "Please Charlie, eat my asshole. Please suck on it. Tongue fuck my asshole."

I started licking in the periphery of his asshole again working my way toward the center but never licking there. Then suddenly I went in with my tongue directly on his asshole and licked and licked and sucked and licked for all I was worth. Gary backed his ass into my mouth and almost fell off the bench as he yelled, "Yeah man that's it, eat my ass, suck it, use that tongue."

I used my finger to massage his perineum while I was licking his ass. While I had my face buried in his crack licking on his asshole I used one hand to massage his balls and the other to stroke his cock.

"Oh man, yeah, lick it, eat it, and stroke my cock. Blow on my asshole some more, man," he begged.

He twitched and wiggled his ass and moaned when I stuck my head back in his ass crack and gently blew on his asshole.

"You love it when I lick your ass, don't you?" I taunted him.

"God yes, Charlie. You have a talented tongue."

I wet my finger and massaged his asshole going around and around in small circles, and eventually I worked the tip of my finger up into his asshole. He reached back, grabbed his cheeks and spread them wide.

"Oh, yes, Charlie," he cried. "Oh, that's good. Oh, God help me, I love what you are doing."

He had a loose asshole and I had no problem working my finger all the way into it.

"This isn't the first time you've had something up your ass, is it?" I asked.

"No, my wife won't engage in anal sex, so I use a butt plug when she's not around. But it's a whole lot better when you do it with your finger," he admitted.

I took my finger out of his ass. "Do you have any lubricant?" I asked.

"There's some Vaselinse in the medical box right above my head," he told me. He very sensibly had a full first aid kit right by his work space. I found the Vaseline.

I lubed up my finger and worked it into his ass and got his asshole all lubed up. I put more lube on my finger and slowly pushed it up his ass. I got to his prostate and massaged it with my finger tip.

"Oh Jesus, What are you doing?" Then he conradicted himself. "I don't care what you're doing, just don't stop!"

He moaned and groaned and it sounded like he was actually crying.

"I'm gonna cum!" he warned.

I pulled my finger out of his ass. "If you are gonna cum I want it in my mouth. Turn around and sit on the edge of the bench, lay back and spread your legs."

He was more like a pussycat now rather than the arrogant stud who told me to get on my knees and suck his cock when we first started. I liked him in either persona.

I caressed his chest and stomach with one hand and I inserted the index finger of my other hand up his ass. Then I slowly pushed it in and out of his ass. I watched his cock but I didn't touch it. It was hard as a rock and I could see the crown swelling. Each time I pushed my finger up his ass and hit his prostate he moaned in delight and pre-cum leaked out of the head of his cock.

I grabbed his hand when he tried to stroke it. "Leave your cock alone. You're about to spontaneously cum. You'll like that a whole lot more than jacking off, believe me."

I pushed my finger all the way in his ass and massaged his prostate.

He grabbed hold of the edge of the wokbench with both hands and bucked his hips up and down.

"Oh, God damn, Jesus, Fuck, motherfucker, I'm coming."

"Aghhhhhhhhh, mother fucker! Oh God, Oh Jesus, man! Take my cum."

I thought he would never stop coming. He grabbed my head and held it down on his cock. I couldn't swallow. My mouth filled up with cum and it leaked out of my mouth. Finally he realized he was choking me to death and let go of my head. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. Then I licked up the cum that had overflowed onto his pubic hair and stomach.

I took his half erect cock in my mouth and sucked on it while I stroked my own hard-on. In about ten seconds I shot my load on the floor of the garage. I took a rag off of the bench, cleaned up my cock, and put it away in my pants.

He lay there on the table with his eyes closed totally spent.

I walked out and went home.

That night around 9:00 Gary showed up at my door.

"Hi, can I come in," he asked, sheepishly.

"Sure. What do you want, another blow job?" I kidded as we moved into the living room.

He smiled a weak, embarrassed smile. "I would, anytime you are interested. But I want to apologize for this morning. I acted like a shit to you and you ended up giving me the best sexual experiences I've ever had."

"Well, anyone who looks like you and is built like you can get away with saying or doing whatever you want to us queers of the world. We'll still get down on our knees and suck your dick, lick your ass, or let you fuck us and thank you for the privilege. If you want to dominate me and treat me like a slut or a sex slave, I can live with that. I appreciate you letting me suck your cock, drink your cum, and get you off with my magic finger. No apologies necessary."

Now he really looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry I treated you like a thing instead of a person. If the truth be told, even my mother would be appalled at my behavior. You like to suck cock; I like things up my ass. If being queer means one is different, then I guess I'm queer too. Can we start over and try to be friends?"

"Hey if you are going to be nice to me and let me suck your cock occasionally you will destroy your sexy, macho mystique, and then maybe I won't want to have sex with you," I joked

"Would you settle for mutual sex. Nobody has ever played my asshole like a violin like you did. We can play dominant and submissive if you like, but I would rather have an equal friendship if we can," he explained.

"Nobody who looks like you has ever wanted to be my friend and to have sex with me," I told him." We don't know anything about each other. But since we are neighbors having a friendly relationship is better than a hostile one," I agreed.

"My wife's brother is gay, too," he confided. "She'll find out you are eventually. Being friends with the gay guy next door will go down a lot better with her than hostility on my part. She doesn't have to know about the sex, does she?" he added with a conspiritorial grin.