My neighbor's wife just up and left him again. This is the seventh time within a year – and the bitch took the kids with her. This time she's going for the 'big D'.

When I heard that he was abandoned like a stray dog, and brooding over his situation, I decided to go over and have a couple of cold beers with him and be the consoling neighbor. I wanted to be there for Sam so he could vent some of his frustrations if he wanted to or just sip a beer or two with a friend.

We'd been friends before all this happened, and I felt bad for the poor guy. He was feeling bad and low, and I was there to talk to him — well more to listen to him, and give him a shoulder to lean on, so to speak. Sam's a great guy and a decent parent to his kids also.

Let me tell you a little about both of us and then we'll move on with the story.

My name is Tim. I'm 5'9", 190lbs, with brown eyes and hair. I have a fairly hairless chest and do manscaping my crotch area to keep it trimmed. I am a bisexual, and have a hefty six-inch cut cock with a pair of plum-sized low-hanging balls. Oh yea, as part of my manscaping, I shave my low-hanging bag. I love that smooth soft skin feeling when I massage my scrotum.

Sam's my neighbor, and he's not a bad-looking guy. He's actually rather handsome, dark skinned European-looking type of guy. He's about 5'8" and tips the scale at a whopping 150 pounds or so. His wife was a looker that had roaming eyes, and she loved wearing the pants of the house and maybe that's why she left.

Now on with the story…

Anyway, when I got home from work on Friday, one of the other neighbors asked me if I'd heard that Sam's wife screwed again, and this time she took the kids too. I decided that I'd grab a quick showering, then pulled on a pair of comfortable baggy shorts and a tee-shirt, stepped into a pair of shoes and was ready to head over to Sam's house. I grabbed a 6-pack of Heineken and headed over to see if Sam wanted to have a beer or two and then grab a bite to eat with me. That would give him someone to talk to. You know, vent a little about getting dumped by the bitch.

Sam had just gotten out of the shower when he answered the door with only a towel around his waist, and hard as I tried, my eyes just kept dropping to that bulge that is always created when you're wearing just a towel around your waist. But Sam seemed to make that bulge look even better because of his small body size but what looked like a hefty cock under that towel.

"Hey Tim, come on in and have a seat while I get dressed. What's up?" Sam asked.

"Hey buddy, how you doing? I just heard from Sandy that Donna left again, and took the kids this time. Look, I'm sorry man! I just figured if you wanted to have a cold beer or two we could talk if you want to," I said holding up the six pack of long necks, and continued, "and then maybe go down the street and grab a bite to eat at Mac's Pub? It'll be my treat."

"Thanks, Tim. Yea, that sounds great. I could use someone to talk to right now. It's just that I, well, just… " Then he turned and waved for me to come in, and closed the door behind us. We moved through the living room and into his den. He asked, "You want a glass or is the bottle ok?"

"Nah, the bottle's fine… No mess to clean up later." I said.

I'm like most guys, in a shower room I take that 'comparison peek' of other men at the gym or dressing room, you know, just to see how I measure up in the dick department. I've always done that, and I know I'm not the only guy that does it either. My eyes kept trying to steal a peek of that protrusion in the front of his towel without getting caught. He sat down on the edge of the coffee table and I set the beer on the table beside him and sat on the sofa opposite him.

I grabbed one of the long necks and twisted the cap off and handed it to Sam. He stretched a little to reach the bottle, and as he did his legs spread a little and the towel opened. His nice fat, uncut cock was staring me in the face. He seemed totally oblivious to the fact that his dick was out and showing. I was in a trance. His foreskin was so long that it formed what looked like a nipple at the end of his nice-looking cock. He had a huge patch of dark hair around his cock and those big nuts that were drawn up close to his body.

I was lost in a trance when he stood up right in front of me, with that bulge about a foot from my face and he said, "I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable while I get dressed." He bent forward to pick-up his beer on the coffee table and as he did, the towel slipped open at the overlap that came down the front of him, and exposed again what was causing the bulge in the towel – his hefty piece of man-meat. He quickly grabbed the two ends before the towel could fall off or open any more, grabbed his beer with the other hand and said again, "I'll be right back."

This was the first time I'd ever seen Sam's dick. Yea, I have to admit, I'd wondered about it before when I'd see him in some of his well-fitting jeans which always had a nice bulging package in them.

I could be described as a secret crotch-watcher. I always check out other men's crotches. While I'm out walking about, when I'm sitting, and guys are walking around near me. Hell, I even check out guy's crotches on TV.

Anyway, back to Sam and the open towel: I liked what I saw. I'd fooled around before with other guys years back, but never had a friend that was uncut, and I was intrigued by what I'd just seen. Now I wanted to see it again, and maybe even get to touch Sam's nice looking hog. I thought that for a little guy he was well-endowed down there, both by the bulge when he was standing and by what I'd seen while he sat there on the edge of the table.

Sam turned and walked into his bedroom without closing the door – so that we could talk as he got dressed, I was guessing. The bedroom was off the den, and by standing up again and moving in the den it afforded me a view of him getting dressed via the big mirror on the double dresser that was against the opposite wall in his bedroom. I picked up the newspaper and used it as a cover. If he should look up and see me in the mirror, I would be innocently standing there reading the headlines of today's paper.

As I looked in, I could see he was behind the door standing at a chest of drawers across the room from the mirror, and the bed was between him and the mirror. First he pulled the towel off and started drying his head and hair. As he dried himself his cock was flopping around because of the way he was briskly drying his head. Then he worked down his body. He bent forward to dry his knees and legs and I could see his ass. I thought to myself, man, I'd like to give him a lesson or two about that bung hole of his. Then as he bent forward his nuts and dick were visible between his legs while his back was to the mirror. He turned some towards the mirror so I raised the paper and looked at it, and when I looked over the top of the paper he was drying his balls briskly. My heart started pounding as he pulled back his foreskin and dried his knob with the towel. He tossed the towel on the bed and grabbed a pair of jeans from the bed and stepped into them. I noticed that he didn't wear any underwear. I love men that freeball; it makes for nice eye candy bulge sometimes. And it's great for my favorite activity, crotch watching.

Damn, Sam was going Commando. Mmmmm…

Then he stepped into some shoes; one foot then the other and he was back in the doorway with his beer in one hand and a tee-shirt in the other hand. His chest was sexy.

By then I had moved around in the room again, so I was near the sofa when he came back into the room. I still had the paper in my hand as I sat down again. He came over towards the sofa and set down his beer. He came closer where I was sitting and held out his hand to shake and thanked me again for coming over and bringing the beer. He was still holding his tee-shirt in his left hand and now still right in front of me, he started pulling it over his head. One sleeve was screwed up so it took a bit of time for him to get his hand in and pulled over his head. I used all that time to check out his cock in those snug jeans. I could actually see the bulging head of his cock and his bulging nut sack also.

I was like Pavlov's dog, I was salivating for some of that cock. It had been a while since I'd sucked a guy's cock, but I wanted to taste THIS one in the worse way. And that big nipple on the head of it! I could only imagine slipping my tongue up in there and swirling it around inside and tasting his meat.

I snapped out of my trance when Sam sat down and started talking.

He started telling me about his wife leaving, and one thing led to another and the next thing we were talking about their sex life or the lack thereof. That was what probably caused her to leave he said.

"I'm always horny and trying to get Donna to fuck, or begging her to suck my dick. Before we were married she used to suck me off all the time; then we got married, and the blowjobs slowed to almost never, and then after the kids, sex dried up almost completely. It seems we never had sex, and I was always begging her to fuck. I'm just so fucking horny all the time."

"I love blow jobs too." I said.

"I'm so fucking horny I could go for one right now." Sam said as he reached down and unconsciously slowly rubbed his crotch. And once again he had a bulge going for him. This time he caught me looking at it. He just smiled, and I smiled back. He stopped rubbing his crotch. I think he was embarrassed because I caught him rubbing his cock and balls, and I was embarrassed because he caught me checking out his crotch.

I asked, "Did you ever experiment with any of your guy friends when you were younger? You know, jackin' off together?" He nodded and smiled, thinking back to a time with someone that must have been fun, and then his hand slid into his lap again.

"Have you ever had a guy give you a blowjob?" I asked nervously. This could go either way now. Either he'd go for it, or he'd say something about 'I ain't a fuckin' faggot.'

He shook his head. Then he said, "But right now I'm so fuckin' horny if I had a change I might just accept one — right here and right now."

Then, quite out of the blue, he told me that his wife did allow him to fuck her up the ass and he liked anal sex also.

I could see his bugle was growing bigger, and mine was too. I wasn't sure if it was talking about sex or watching the crotch of his jeans bulge up. We were each on our third beer by now.

I know I probably should not have done what I did next, but I could not pass it up because we might never get to this point again. I figured it was now or never…

I wanted him so bad now, I couldn't help myself. I said to him, "If you're interested we could suck each other, or I could suck you and give you a hand with that."

I watched him slowly rubbing what looked like an erection through his jeans. I thought I even saw a wet spot where the head of his cock was. Anyway, that was all it took. He was really groping on his cock and balls now and he said, "Hell yea, why not? It might be fun, and God knows, I'm horny enough now."

Within seconds we were on the sofa and feeling each other up. I was groping his cock, and yes it was hard already. I leaned forward and kissed him. I pulled his shirt off over his head and was kissed my way down to his right nipple and then his left; I sucked each one and then bit one and then the other. Sam moaned in agony and ecstasy. I licked and kissed my way down to his navel and then that bulging cock. I think I wanted his cock in my mouth as bad as he wanted to put it somewhere for some sexual relief.

He stood up and started to take off the rest his clothes, telling me to do the same. "We can have sex any where we want" and he moved back to the sofa, plopped down with his legs wide open, and groped his now-stiff cock in his right hand. I playfully slapped his hand away and said, "Leave that thing alone. That's mine for now."

I took the head of his cock and gently pulled back the skin. Even hard it was still completely covered by that foreskin. I said, "I thought that this pulled back when a guy gets a hardon?"

He just chuckled and said, "Donna used to hate this thing. She said she sucked it before we were married because she didn't want to get pregnant, but she hated the skin so bad she had both our boys circumcised when they were born. She said no son of hers was going to force that ugly fucking skin into his girlfriend's mouth when he got old enough for sex. I guess she was referring to her sucking my cock. She used to pull it all the way back before she'd suck my cock. I'm guessing I wasn't her first boyfriend that she sucked because she'd always say when she pulled back the skin all the way, 'There, now that looks normal.'"

By now I had his cock in my mouth, and one hand was pinching his nipple and the other hand was slowly pumping his cock as I continued to suck on it. I could actually feel his foreskin sliding back and forth over the head as I stroked and sucked on him. His cock felt huge in my mouth, although it was average in size - about six inches, and it was nice size for sucking. I was going to enjoy what I was about to do. He was already too far gone to stop now.

I kept taking more and more of his cock into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the head to make sure to hit that sweet spot on the underside of his cock, the area where the foreskin connects to the underside of his glans. I find that to be my most sensitive area and love to give it loads of attention when I'm fooling around with my own cock.

This seemed to be driving Sam wild. He said, "Fuck, I wish my wife had known how to suck cock like this." And then he gently laid his hands on my head as if to guide me in the task of sucking his big beautiful cock. Like I needed help on how to suck a cock? Yea right!

"Oh yea, that feels soooooo fuckin' good. Take more of it." He semi-forced, pushing my head down onto his cock to take more of him into my mouth. He was in heaven, and I was right there between his legs in heaven also. Have I told you that I love to suck cock? I do!

Sam started to moan more and talk dirty as I got more aggressive with his cock and sucking on him and tugging down on his scrotum also. I was tugging down on his ballsac as I was sucking on him to stretch it and to cause him a little pain and pleasure. My poor abandoned neighbor. I felt bad for him being dumped like this and … sooooo fucking horny. The poor guy.

Then both hands pushed me down so his cock was buried balls deep in my mouth. Sam said, "Oh fuck man, I'mmmmmmm goooonnnnnnna cummmmm… And you're going to swallow every fuckin' bit of it!"

And he cum, and he cum, and he cum. And I swallowed every slimy morsel of his nut honey and sucked him clean until his cock started to relax and shrivel back to a relaxed state in my mouth.

After he had caught his breath, Sam said, "Oh man, Tim, that was the best blowjob I've ever had." He grabbed my arm to get me to rise and turned me to sit on the sofa, and he slid down on his knees between my legs and started kissing me. I know he could taste the remnants of his own cum still in my mouth, and that didn't slow him down at all.

Then he sucked on one nipple while squeezing the other. I flinched and moaned and held his head in my hands. I wanted his face in my crotch sucking my cock, but I was going to let him get there at his own speed and not push him. I was teasing his semi-limp cock with my toes as he continued his journey south to my crotch. As he was moving lower and lower, I asked if he had ever tasted his own cum before… or anyone else's? He grunted yea, and then my cock was in his mouth and he was moaning. So I wasn't sure if it was yea, he'd tasted his own; or yea, he'd tasted someone else's cum.

As his hands moved down to where his face was working now, one slid down between my legs and was massaging my balls and then went lower to the 'taint' area. He rubbed that for several seconds and my legs opened wider. Then he brought his finger to his mouth and wet it with spit. I felt wetness on my puckering rose-bud. He pushed a little and his finger was inside me feeling around … Oh… Fuck… He hit my prostate and I thought I was going to explode right them.

Once he realized what he'd done, he did it every now and then. My nuts were now aching to explode. When I said I was about to cum, Sam pulled my cock and jacked me off the rest of the way. With his finger still up my ass massaging my prostate, I cum like I've never cum before. It went everywhere. Sam said that this was his first time giving a blowjob, and he wasn't sure about having cum blasted into his mouth. He didn't want to puke while trying to give me a blowjob.

Sam said his wife had taught him that little trick when she didn't want to suck on his cock. She'd just drive a finger up in him and rub his 'other nut', as she called it, and it would make him cum almost immediately – and then their sex was 'out of the way' for another day or night.

After I had cum I leaned forward on my knees facing Sam and we kissed. He held my face and stood up and put his cock back in my mouth. This time I didn't give him a blow job. He fucked my mouth. He was doing what he called 'Skull Fucking' me. He shot a second load and said to me, "I'm cumming again. Eat my fuckin' cum and don't spill a fuckin' drop!"

He loved talking dirty while he was having his cock worked on. Then he semi-slapped my face and said, "Do you understand? Swallow it all."

I shook my head and grunted the best I could with his cock still all the way down my throat, and the roughness of the way he was fucking my face. When he cum the second time, it was deposited directly into my stomach, with the head of his cock well past my mouth and down my throat. I milked every last drop from his cock and then released him from my mouth. He said, "I'll be right back." And paraded into the bedroom and then came out with a tube of KY.

When I asked if he'd let me fuck him, he said he was game, but the biggest thing he'd ever had in him was his or his wife's finger, and we were going to have to go slow and easy.

I asked, "Can we move to a bedroom?" He took my cock, and led me to his bed. He pulled the bedding back and slid in and patted the bed beside himself. "Come in."

I worked his hole for some time with my fingers to stretch him, licking his balls and his bung hole while I prepped his hole for what was to come. When I had him ready, I got on my back, lubed my cock with the KY liquid and told him to kneel over me and I would guide my cock into him. He would have control over how fast or slow we went, and how deep my cock slid into him.

It took several minutes for him to get all the way down onto my cock and then start to slowly fuck my cock. When he was accustomed to it, we rolled over so I was on top and we made love for quite a while before I came again. I shot my load inside Sam's ass. We were fucking bareback. About the time I was cumming, Sam shot a load onto his belly and chest.

I asked Sam if He'd like to fuck my ass. He said he was famished and needed re-fueling so we showered together, and got our clothes on and went down the street to a local pub for a quick bite to eat.

When we got back to Sam's he said, "Boy, there's nothing like a nice hot meal to make a man horny… Does your last offer still stand?"

I simply reached down, undid my jeans and let them drop off my body, then reached over and unbuttoned and tugged down Sam's zipper and his jeans fell to the floor also. I took him by his cock, and led him back to his bedroom, pulled the covers back again, climbed in, and patted the bed beside me and said, "It's time for desert, and yea, the last offer still stands. Fuck me, Sam!" And oh, did he ever!

When he lubed my ass and slid a finger in me, he asked, "So Tim, have you ever had anything in here before?"

He quickly added, "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

I said, "I actually have had a finger in me before, and more. When I was in college I lost my virginity back there to my roommate, and he lost his to me. We didn't know for almost two years that we both liked man-to-man sex, but once we figured it out, we wasted no time making up for lost time. But I haven't had anyone in there in years. When I'm with a guy, I'm more a top or we go oral."

Sam kept working his finger in and out of my hole and then he was at two fingers and finally three. Then he asked if I wanted to be on top like he'd done earlier. I said, "Nah, I want you to do me. Just take it easy until I get used to you being inside me."

I lay on my back with my legs spread and my knees drawn up to my chest. I wanted to watch him slide in and fuck me. Sam was so gentle and slow getting started. He felt wonderful as he filled me, and he was leaning forward and kissing me and making love to me, not fucking like a pair of dogs. When he cum, he wasn't wild, he was gentle also, yea he pumped harder and yea he blew his load inside me. He might have converted me to a bottom. He slowly pulled out when his cock started shrinking to soft again, and we lay there spooning and making out.

Sam said, "Tim, I have a wonderful idea what you can do. You are so fascinated by my foreskin, let's dock and you'll see what it feels like to have a foreskin."

"How are you going to do that?" I asked. He leaned forward and took my limp dick in his mouth to get me hard and made sure my dick head was well-lubed up. Then he said, "Now stick your cock into my foreskin and have your cock kiss mine." He pulled his foreskin up and with his two thumbs and fingers and he spread the opening and he said, "Put a little KY in here and then stick your dick head in."

I leaned forward and lined up the head of my dick with the opened foreskin at the end of his. When I slid the head in, Sam immediately began stroking my cock within his foreskin and Ohhhhh Mmmmyyyyy Fuuuucckkkingggggg Gaaawwwwddddd. It felt better than a pussy. Better than fucking his mouth. Better than pounding his ass. It was fucking incredible.

Sam said, "That's what it feels like when a guy with a foreskin jerks off." And he kept jerking the head of my cock within his foreskin… I knew I was going to cum, and it felt like when you cum and then you have those spasms that make you want to just not touch your cock at all, but he just kept stoking it and then my cock blasted cum right into his foreskin-covered cock head. He kept a tight grip so most of the cum stayed within his foreskin until I finally had to withdraw my cockhead because the spasms were just too intense to continue to having him stroking my cock.

I immediately leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth and sucked my cum out of his foreskin. I peeled it back some and sucked on his naked cock head swirling my tongue around his swollen head, and he started shooting his own load of cum into my mouth.

We fell asleep in his bed…

I woke in the morning, and he was not in bed with me. I got up and went into the bathroom and took a long forceful piss, and when I turned to head to find Sam was standing in the bathroom doorway completely naked and said, "I thought I heard Niagara Falls. Man, you piss like a race horse in the morning. How did you sleep?"

"It was wonderful after dinner and then all that great sex last night. After you cum in my mouth you fell asleep and I just lay there listening to you softly breathing and sleeping. I guess I fell asleep also. I was planning to get up and go home last night. Thank goodness it's Saturday morning. Otherwise I would have been late for work."

"I'm glad you slept well. I did too, and I woke this morning and saw you lying beside me, I wanted to take you into my mouth and drain your nuts one more time , but I didn't want to wake you so I got up and started breakfast. It's almost ready. Come to the kitchen."

"Let me get my pants." I said.

"What, are you getting bashful all of a sudden? Besides I love looking at your beautiful naked body. I may even throw you up on the table and eat you."

Then he said, "After we eat, and before you get dressed, I want you to slide into me bareback, and lube my ass with your hot cum."

After breakfast Sam asked me to fuck him one more time before I left. After all the sleep and breakfast, I was ready to go again and it took me about fifteen minutes of fucking him to make that deposit that he so desperately wanted.

Sam said, "Why don't you put your mouth there and suck it out of me now." I wasn't sure at first I could do that, but it was better than I thought it was going to be.

Sam asked if we could do a couple of beers again later, and maybe dinner together again that night also. I agreed. After dinner that night he rimmed my ass and then said he enjoyed being the bottom more if I didn't mind fucking him. Mind? Was he serious?

I didn't make it home Saturday night.

I've been back to see Sam four times since.

Sam is quite a fuck! I'm so glad his wife left, because had she not left, we'd have never gotten to fuck and suck each other and spend so much time together.

I would never tell Sam this, but I hope the fucking bitch never comes back.