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Poor Neighbor

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Poor Neighbor by DaveI live in a suburban neighborhood of a large midwestern city. Pretty typical 80's style houses where every seventh one is the same ya know? I am one of the few singles in the neighborhood, but about a year ago, the house directly adjoining my back yeard went up for sale and soon I saw a guy about my age and height (32, 6'3) doing yardwork at the house. I went out into my own back yard to take a look and be neighborly. Sure enough he said hello and we did the normal new neighbor chat. Turns out he was a little younger and had been transferred to my city for work. I thought he was a very nice guy and even though he was my height, he weighed more than me, but it was not flab at all. I later found out he had played rugby in college. He was a great neighbor and we saw each other often over the short chain link fence which divided our back yards. Our friendship never got to more than a neighborly one, but he occasioanlly would invite me over for a beer and I did the same. We were both football fans and our city's NFL team has had an amazing year, so together we would get hyped up about games and watched a few together. About 3 months ago I began seeing a blonde woman through his kitchen window and soon found out she was his girlfriend and was moving in with him. She was cute, but quiet and I could tell she was the marrying type and not the hoochie type. One day a few weeks ago, my neighbor had invited me to come over to watch a ballgame with him. His girlfriend was out shopping. We watched our team win, had a few beers, and shot the shit. We had been talking about music and I was standing at his entertainment center looking through his CDs when I saw severeal unmarked VCR tapes. I half-jokingly asked him if that was his porn collection and he said, "I wish! One of the first things to go when she moved in was the porn. She wont allow it in the house. All my tapes went in the trash." Oh my poor neighbor. I laughed and said, "Good God man...why didnt you give them to me?!?" He chuckled..."Well...I guess I didnt think to even ask you. You enjoy a good flick now and then too huh?" "But of course", I replied. I went home and beat off thinking about that gracefully muscular 29 year old strectched out on his sofa stroking his cock while he lost himself in a hot porno. That next Saturday, I saw him out in his yard putting up Christmas lights. i said hello and we started talking about the next football game. He asked me if he could come over to watch it since his girlfriend was having over a bunch of women who were planning a baby shower for her sister and he really didnt want to be in the house with them. I, of course, said "sure". He showed up that next afternoon wearing old 501s. The kind that arent tight but have grown to fit your body. He has an ass and legs that scream "athlete". We watched the game, drank our beers, screamed for the home team, and, after they won, shot the shit as we always do. He started talking about his girlfriend again and how much he loved her but how disappointed he had become at how closed-minded she was. Sarcastically I said "Oh you poor guy...Id gladly trade my porn collection for some good fucking any day...just let me know when you want to loan her to me and you can have my porn." He got the joke and chuckled...then sat quitely for a moment and I could see the wheels turning in his head. "So do you have a lot of porn?" "I have my fair share...not hundreds...but enough that I dont get bored with them easily" "Yeah, thats the best isnt it?....seeing one youver never seen. The first viewing is the best." My cock was swelling as I sat there looking at this Superman-like neighbor of mine sitting half drunk on my sofa with those incredible legs of his spread wide...knowing he was dreaming of watching hot fuck action on tape. My dream world collapsed as he said, "Well...I should go home...Im sure theyre done and I need to get something to eat". I acted as normal as I could but was depressed as hell that this veiled sexaulity scene was ending. He walked out the door. I popped in my favorite ganbang tape and pulled my cock out to relieve the pressure. I got to the edge of my stroking, but kept the cum trapped in my balls so I could really get into the entire video. Even though I was horny as fuck, I still wanted to work my cock long enough to blow an awesome load. I rarely, if ever, yank one off quickly anymore. I had been slowly milking precum out of my cock when there was a knock at my kitchen door. I quickly pulled up my shorts, pulled my sweathirt over my head and went to see who it was. It was him standing in my kitchen window grinning like a Chesire cat. I opened the door to a boisterous "HEY Whats up?!?" He was still feeling his beer and still in a good mood after yet another victory for our local NFL team. "nothin much, just relaxing", I said. Believe it or not I was sad to see him. I was into my jerkoff and his presence put a stop to it. His girlfriend's galpals were still at this house and he couldnt take it he said so he came back. We went to the living room and I got us another beer. The TV was still on and it was on the blue screen that you get when the VCR is on but the tape is not playing. "Watcha watchin?", he asked. I was nervous. The way he asked it he seemed to not have a clue that it could be porn. I didnt want him knowing that the second he walked out my door I had put on a porno tape. "Just a movie I havent seen in a while." "Oh yeah?...well hit play I dont want to interrupt". I said "Well...naw...I can finish it later...no big deal...lets watch ESPN" (Sorry, but this is a true story and Im not a sexual predator) He jumped out of his chair and grabbed the remote control off the coffee table and hit PLAY. Before he could sit back down and look up at the screen I could see in his eyes that he had already heard the moaning and groaning of a fuck tape. I watched him slowly raise his eyes, a wide grin cross his face and he turned to me and began laughing hysterically. I was mortified. He then felt uncomfortable for laughing at me and said "Hey...if you dont want this on right now, thats OK with me, but its also OK if we leave it on". I didnt know what to do. My cock was rock hard and this incredible speciman of a man was kicked back in all his heterosexual glory intently watching a girl sucking two cocks while she got fucked hard. Could I stand sitting here and suffereing through this torment? My beer filled brain and curiosity of playing this through got the best of me, so we left the porn playing. "Good God...this is Savannah, right?!?" "Yep, its her infamous gangbang", I replied. "Wow, she was always one of my favorite pornstars...shes amazing" I concurred and we thankfully started chatting about pornstars, Savannah's movies, and her tragic suicide. The scene shifted to a long series of cumshots by the guys who had been fucking her. We both got quiet and watched as stud after stud emptied huge loads all over her tits and stomach. I couldnt help myself...i had to look at him. Sure enough, those old Levi's of his were about to rip open. There was a long thick bulge running from the seam of his crotch, curving up to the left, almost to his waistband. My own cock was even more obvious since I was in cotton shorts with no underwear on. The cun shots over, the tape ended too. I hit rewind and said nothing. He came out of his porn trance and said "How about one more beer and then I need to get home". I said, "OK, help yourself". He looked at me sheepishly and said, "Uh...(chuckling)...I'd rather not get up for a few minutes...know what I mean?" I laughed out load and said "And you think I want to stand up in these flimsy shorts?" We both burst out laughing and he said "Duh...Im drunk...fuck it...Ill go get the beers". He stood up and I tried oh so damn hard not to look, but I couldnt help it. As he strode past me on the way to the kitchen I saw what looked like one big piece obscenely showing through his jeans. Ten seconds later I heard him calling "Hey...I cant find the bottle opener". Thank God for imported beers that you cant twist off I thought to myself. So me and my obvious boner had to walk into the kitchen to find the opener. I was looking through drawers and turned around to find him doing his best to muffle laughter. "What are you laughing about?!?", I said. "Hell man...I thought my dick was bad...look at fuckin' yours!!" I looked down and not only was the head of my cock visible...my shorts were sticking out about 6 inches and there was a huge wet spot on them. "yeah well...what do you fuckin expect?!?" I found the opener and he continuied to chuckle all the way to the living room. He went to the entertainment center and started sifting through tapes. He found one he apparently liked the looks of and popped it in. It was more porn. He started making small talk but kept laughing too. I got kind of sick of it and said "OK, either go home, shut the fuck up about my shorts, or I'll take the mutha-fuckas off!!" He kept giggling and said "OK...OK...(chuckling still)...sorry...Im drunk...sorry...OK" I shot him a stern look which made him feel badly so he said "Hey, its no big deal, my jeans are no better see?" He stood up and thrust his crotch out and pointed to it with both hands like Vanna pointing to a letter on Wheel of Fortune. I said "see...all the more reason you shoulda kept your trap shut about my hard-on!" He nodded and smiled, "I know...and I bet I interrupted you by coming over, Im sorry...you probably didnt even expect to be wearing those shorts by this time" I shot him a you-gotta-be-kidding look and said "I had to pull these things on when you knocked...I was already buck-ass naked." He said "so get naked...its your fuckin house?" I said "I will when you get your ass out of here". He got up and went into the kitchen and came back to report "Theyre STILL there...cant I stay just a little while longer?. I swear I wont be here much longer and I am lovin getting to watch some porn." I, of course, said he was welcome to stay and I was just giving him a hard time. We settled back into our beer, our porn, and out chatter about the sex we were watching. My cock ached and his was back to being a jeans-ripping bulge. All of the sudden he jumped up and began pulling at his crotch. "Whats wrong?" I asked. He didnt answer just hissed with pain and yanked open the buttons on his jeans and out popped a very large, very thick and very very hard cock. He pulled it over to the right side of his jeans and buttoned back up. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked. "You know when you get hard in your jeans...sometimes the skin on it gets pinched? Well...i got snagged and it was killin me". "Oh...yeah...I understand" God I was about to cum. I actaully saw his cock and it was perfect. The hot part was that he had no clue what he was doing. Out of nowhere my mouth opened and I heard myself say "You could make porn with a dick like that." He looked at me and said "what do you mean?". I said "Well, you just whipped it out and I saw it. Its really big and its really hard. Those are the two thiings a porn stud needs." The light bulb in his head clicked on and he said "Oh yeah, gotcha." I was instantly scared I had said the wrong thing, but he said "Thats funny you say that, I sent my pics to Playgirl once but they didnt publish them." "What, you wanted to be a model or what?". He said "yeah, I kind of liked the idea of that or maybe even doin soft porn for the Playboy channel or something. I guess I dont have what it takes." I said, "I cant beleive that...I just saw your dick...youve got what it takes down there. Ive never seen the rest of you but you look like youre in great shape." He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. As he pulled it off he said "I think my arms, pecs, lats, and all are good, but they didnt like my stomach". He posed for me and I took in all his glory. He was 100% correct. He had large, thick, cut but not too cut pecs. His arms were large guns with biceps you can see even when not flexed. But I did see his stomach had just a tiny layer of fat on it. No gut at all, just not a 6 pack. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down an inch and said "see, Ive got overhang"....than he turned around and mooned me and said "And they didnt like my hairy ass". I dont like hairy asses either but his was a butt made up of two round hard globes of glute muscle. After effects of the rugbby I later surmised. He sat back down with the top two buttons of his jeans open. I stood up and pulled off my shirt(with my wet shorts still tented up) and said "well...I dont have your pecs and arms but I do OK and Ive got the stomach you want...I work hard at it but I think its just natural. I turned to place my back to him and pulled down my shorts and said "and I dont have much hair on my ass...and what hair shows up there I shave off." "You shave it off?" he asked incredulously. "Yep, I shave my balls too dont you?!?" "No way...you do?...lemme see" So before the eyes of this half naked man I took my shorts off and sat back down with my legs spread and my 7.5 sticking up against my belly. "wow...you do shave...do girls like that?" "yeah, less hair to mess with...makes things look bigger too". He said "yeah...you talk about my dick but yours is big too". I laughed and said my thanks as I sat there naked and hard being looked at by this oh so straight but oh so hot man. He looked back up at the TV and said "Well...now youre where you were at before I interrupted." I said "Yeah, and you can either leave or sit there while I finish since Im naked again." He didnt say anything, but I started stroking anyway. The chair he was in swivels and he had turned it slightly towards the TV. He looked back over at me and said "OK, I will turn my chair around so Im not looking your way and you can do wahtever you want, I wont look, is that cool?" I said "Fine with me". Well...He was facing away from me but I could see most of him still. I could look at him out of the corner of my eye and he'd never know it. So thats what I did. I sat there and stroked my cock as I watched him to see if he was moving his arms or any other sign of his own stroking. It only took about three minutes before I saw him tuggin at his crotch and then...over the arm of the chiar he was in rose up his mighty cock. I could only see about half of it due to the armchair, but there it was and he was workin it. I was in heaven...my load was only minute away...seconds actually but I was holdin off. Then I rememberd I had no cum rag. I could either go to the kitchen for one or I could go to the bathroom, but the bathroom option would mean Id have to walk right past him...right in front of him. I cleared my throat and said "Hey...I need to get a towel...I have to go to the john to get it ok?"...He didnt look away form the TV, but said "OK" So I stood up and was able to look down at him in all his glory. His jeans were pulled under his balls and his cock was shiny with precum and his hand was slowly and lightly gliding up and down its length. His eyes never left the TV as me and my boner went past him. When I came back he had taken his jeans all the way down. I threw a towel at him as I passed and said "Here...you didnt ask for it but I noticed you'd need it". He looked at me, nodded and layed the towel on the arm of the chair, but said not a word as he went back to watching the porn. I could see his hand moving more now and the portion of his cock I could see was bigger than ever. He never once looked my way but he said "Are you watching me?" He knew I was. I said "Once in a while...I cant help it...yorue sitting right there and its not often I have some dude jerkin off in my living room". "Thats cool", he said and his chair turned about a quarter turn in my direction so I could see almost all of him. This man obviously liked being watched. The Playgirl thing clued me in that he was not afraid to be naked or have others see him as a sex object. Now I knew that he not only didnt mind he got into showing off. I coudlnt take it anymore. His pecs were glistening with sweat, his bicep flexed as his hand pumped his 8 inch cock harder. His balls were laying on the edge of the chair, his legs spread. He slid down even further into the chair, held both hands perfectly still on his cock and began pumpin his cock up and down as if his hands were a pussy. I could see the perfect muscles of his ass and his balls bouncing above them. He started grunting and growling and thats all it took. I said "Im gonna shoot" For the first time he looked my way and I proudly shot 6 jets up over my shoulder, onto my face, and the last spurts onto my stomach. Ten seconds later he said "My turn" and a large load of very thick white goo volcanoed out of his cock running down over his balls. We wiped off and put our clothes back on and he immediately headed for the door and said "Next time, just let me borrow some tapes OK?" Im afraid that means that was a one time deal but if not, I may have another story to report.