Chapter 4
The Getaway
Ethan Shaw sat alone at The Registry, the bar located inside the posh Papillon Hotel where he came with his wife for a “much needed weekend away,” as she put it. A week had passed since his encounter with Sam and Chelsea was growing suspicious of his behavior ever since. He told his neighbors about his plans and that he decided to come clean with his wife about the emotional rollercoaster he’s been on. Not about the cheating though. Things went south on the first night of their trip when Chelsea interrogated her husband after a two-hour drive in which he said virtually nothing to her. Though he wanted to tell her everything that he was going through inside, the new husband couldn’t find the strength to admit that he wanted something other than what the two of them had built together. For that, he waited until she dragged it out of him in their hotel room.
“So, what?” Chelsea screamed. “You’re gay now?”
“Please keep it down,” Ethan suggested, immediately seeing that this was the wrong way to attempt to calm her. “I’m just… I don’t think I want to commit to one lifestyle. I’m attracted to both men and women.”
“And you just found this out when?” Chelsea shouted. “After we got married, moved hundreds of miles away from our families, and bought a home together?”
“I’m sorry, Chels,” Ethan said.
“Oh, it’s going to take more than that to…” Chelsea was flummoxed. “I mean, do you realize how unfair this is to me? How long has this been going on? Did you just have an existential crisis or is this something you’ve been sitting on for years?”
“Just recently,” Ethan said. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Too late for that,” she replied.
“I just need time to think about things,” Ethan said.
“Well grab your shit and think about things somewhere else,” Chelsea returned. “I need to do the same and I can’t do it with you here.”
“Chels…” Ethan started. His wife’s eyes were filled with tears and fury. He knew not to push it. He grabbed his overnight bag, left their room, reserved another for himself, and decided to get soused.
While at the bar, Ethan couldn’t help but look at any handsome man who walked by, typically with a wife or girlfriend in tow. A few times, he could tell he was being checked out in return. It struck him that Chelsea was alone in her hotel room, mourning the end of her marriage, while Ethan was scouting out potential lovers. Was he the villain of his own story, he wondered? It was impossible for him to step back far enough to discern if this was the case. What he did understand was that the scenario in which he’d found himself was more complicated than a simple label. Ethan took another sip of his Old Fashioned and, like he was blowing a dandelion, wished he could redo the last five years to spare his wife.
“How did it go with your wife?” asked Sam in a text.
“Not great,” Ethan texted back.
“I can tell,” Sam replied.
Ethan checked his phone and immediately looked around. There they were. Standing ten feet behind him were the three men who, right, wrong, or somewhere in the middle, got him to this point. And as conflicted as he felt, he couldn’t help but grow hard seeing them together, as alluring as hell.
“You want to talk about it,” Sam said, putting his hand on Ethan’s shoulder.
“Not especially,” Ethan said. “I’m feeling a bit on the raw side still.”
Trevor walked up and said, “We worried things might go…” then blew a raspberry while bouncing a thumbs down in front of his face. “Sam thought we should drive down here in case you needed some support. Looks like he was right, big guy.”
“Come on,” Julian said, putting his hand on top of Ethan’s. “Why don’t we get out of here?”
Before the door to Room 214 closed, Ethan was pulling off his shirt in the middle of the room and throwing it to the side. He was in an emotional state and, for him, the perfect spirit to let off the kind of steam for which these three gorgeous men were built. There was no hesitating as Ethan unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants off, and slipped out of his briefs, showing off his engorged cock.
The men responded in turn, getting out of their clothes as Ethan stroked his manhood in anticipation. Each of them was a head turner, dressed or otherwise. Trevor, the young muscled stud who started Ethan’s newfound sexual expedition sailing, had the smooth, healthy body of a wrestler and the fresh-faced good looks of the boy next door. Looks can be deceiving. Julian exuded sex more than any man Ethan had ever met. His physique was a powerful testament to his gym fidelity. Sam was lean, with a bronzed swimmer’s frame. Like Julian, with a simple gaze, it was clear he was down to fuck.
Trevor walked up first, feeling the married man’s smooth, mountainous frame. “Flex for me,” the young man whispered. Like a competitive bodybuilder, Ethan arched his chest forward and curved both biceps; Trevor ran his fingers along the muscular physique, totally in awe of the sight before him. “Fuck… I’ve been dying to see you naked,” Trevor said, taking Ethan’s dick in his hand and massaging it slowly. “You want me to suck your cock, big guy?”
“Hell yeah,” Ethan replied.
Shifting to his knees, Trevor took Ethan’s dick, sliding down the base until his nose was pressed against the married man’s pubic hairs. Ethan cupped the young man’s head and moved his pelvis back, and then thrust forward at a sound pace. Ethan’s hips had a fluid movement, plunging his cock down Trevor’s warm throat repeatedly. Sam had his left arm flanked over Julian’s shoulder as they both worked their shafts in approval of the performance.
Ethan lifted his hand to the two men, summoning them over with a few quick curls of his fingers. Like they were awakened from a trance, both stepped forward to the married man. Sam leaned in and began making out with Ethan, while Julian knelt to give Trevor’s mouth some reprieve. The sounds of mouths smacking overtook the place as each man’s tongue worked overtime in a room where the carnality was escalating at an exponential rate.
The men moved to the bed, Trevor laying on his back with his head facing the foot of the mattress and Ethan above him in the opposite direction; Ethan was lowering his cock into the young man’s throat. Sam got between the conflicted husband’s asscheeks, rimming his bunghole with a fervency that caused goose pimples to form across Ethan’s muscled body. Sam placed his ass in front of Ethan’s face, back for another turn; this time without having to suppress any expression of satisfaction.
“Oh fuck!” Sam called out at the top of his lungs. “Drive it in me… fuck… mmmmm… fuck me, that tongue… oooohhhh, God!”
Pressed against the headboard, with his hands grasping at the wall behind it, Sam let out a roar of pleasure. Ethan crossed his fingers that nobody was in the next room or the men would be receiving a call from the concierge. Similar cries would have come from Ethan were it not for Sam’s asshole muffling the sounds of Julian’s equally fulfilling rimjob.
“I think you’re ready,” Julian said, slapping his hand hard on Ethan’s asscheek.
“Wait… what?” Ethan questioned, stopping his treatment of Sam’s bottom.
“What’s wrong, bud?” Sam asked. “You’re not afraid are you?”
“I won’t hurt you, baby,” Julian promised. “I just need to pop my cork in that tight fucking hole.”
“Mmmmm… it is tight, isn’t it,” Trevor said, reaching around to poke his index finger inside Ethan. “Hope you’re ready for three dicks inside of you.”
“It’s just… I haven’t,” Ethan began, “It’s been awhile.”
“We’ll go easy on you,” Sam said, turning all the way around to assure his married lover.
It didn’t feel like Julian was going easy though. Not at first, Ethan thought. Julian had the married man on his back, fucking him just a little faster than Ethan would have preferred. Julian held his partner’s ankles while Ethan made out with Sam and Trevor went down on the former athlete. Ethan was appreciative that the two men were doing their best to take his mind off the first cock he’s had inside him for over six years.
“Baby, you’re so fucking tight,” Julian grunted. “You boys are going to love this!”
Precum began filling Trevor’s throat. Ethan thought the young man was doing a fantastic job keeping his mouth around the dick with the amount of jerking the married man’s body was doing. Trevor was able to manage Ethan’s rod capably, moving his head the entire time to ensure his tongue attended to the length of the tool.
“You’re doing fucking great,” Sam said, in between kissing Ethan. “Your mouth tastes so fucking hot with my stench on you.” Sam brought the married man’s hand down to his cock and Ethan began stroking him slowly.
Eventually, Ethan began enjoying the sensation of having his rectum filled to the limit by Julian’s cock, even though the Latin stud was pounding his ass with more zeal. This was significantly more pleasing than the last time he was fucked, Ethan thought. Back in college, he got together with a couple of former teammates in his dorm room and let one of them screw him; his friend became overzealous and ignored the novice bottom’s protestations during the entire encounter.
“Fuck, baby… I can’t… ahhh… hold it anymore!” Julian exclaimed, pulling his impressive tool out and spraying his substantial load all over Trevor’s face and Ethan’s stomach.
Every muscle on Julian’s defined body flexed as he caught his breath, wiping the sweat from his brow and looking as though he’d earned a gold medal. Trevor got to his knees and started making out with Julian, sharing the warm cum that plastered the younger neighbor’s face. The two swapped the seed back and forth as they kissed, letting strands of semen cling between their full lips. Ethan and Sam sat back and watched as the roommates crossed a line in their friendship they had yet to cross.
“My turn,” Trevor said, pulling away from Julian and moving his hardened dick toward Ethan’s hole. “You’re nice and loose for me.” Trevor pulled Ethan up so they were facing each other while they fucked. The young man didn’t ease into it at all and Ethan didn’t mind at this point. Julian stepped off the side of the bed and fed his reddened manhood to Sam, who ingested it in one masterful swallow.
“Shit… why have we… ahhh… never… fuck…” Julian sighed as Sam worked his shaft. “Suck it, baby!”
“Fucking hot, you two!” Trevor called out as he leaned over Ethan, ramming his dick into the former athlete. “Bear down on it, big guy! Yeah! Fucking take that fat cock!” Trevor’s balls slapped against Ethan’s muscular ass in rapid succession, an indication that this would be a rough fuck for his handsome neighbor. “Come on, big guy… you like that? Come on, tell me you like my cock!”
“Ungh… I f-fucking… ungh… love your… c-cock!” Ethan responded.
“That’s fucking right!” Trevor growled as Ethan bounced high on his lap. “I knew you would!” Ethan’s mouth was wide open and smiling as the young man with seemingly boundless energy worked hard to prove as much. Ethan resisted touching his dick, which was still leaking precum onto his abs. Trevor fell back on the bed, bringing Ethan down upon him while forcing his cock into the viselike asshole.
“Fuck him hard, Trev,” Julian hollered over the sounds of two muscle-bound bodies smashing together.
“Mmmmm… oh God… mmmmm fucking take it!” Trevor called out. “Take my load!”
Trevor’s face tightened with rigidity as his juices made their way inside Ethan. As though he’d lost control of himself, the young man couldn’t stop fucking his partner. Trevor gasped for breath and gave a boisterous laugh like he was relieved to be finished.
“Damn, big guy,” Trevor said, swallowing hard. “For a guy who’s supposed to be rusty, you sure aren’t very rusty.” The two shared a brief kiss before Trevor said, “He’s all yours Sammy!”
Shifting from Julian’s cock to the opposite side of the bed, Sam guided Ethan to his knees. Trevor looked toward Julian, who was holding his glistening dick; it was rock solid thanks to Sam’s efforts.
“You want to do this?” Trevor asked his housemate.
“For the longest time, baby,” Julian admitted, pulling the young man to his side of the bed.
Ethan and Trevor faced each other on the mattress as their partners held them by the hips and aimed their massive dicks to their respective holes.
The room filled with the raucous booming of uninhibited sex. Sam hurtled himself into Ethan’s body, holding him steady to ensure he didn’t soar across the bed from the impact. This being his third cock of the night, Ethan had adjusted to having his asshole plundered and was thoroughly enjoying it. He was already contemplating additional spins on Trevor and Julian’s laps.
“You think anyone in this hotel is going to be sleeping through this?” Julian laughed while descending upon Trevor, whose expression was equal parts pleasure and pain.
“Ungh… doubtful,” Sam replied.
Reaching over to pull Ethan closer, Trevor went in for a kiss while the two of them ricocheted on Julian and Sam’s enormous cocks. Trevor’s face was covered in the unmistakable stench of the men’s crotches and assholes. The hearty musk, coupled with the beast that was determinedly massaging his prostate, had Ethan’s dick dribbling precum all over the bed’s comforter.
“Mmmm… squeeze down on my cock,” Sam growled. “Fuck yeah… hold onto that cock… goddamn, your ass is still so tight!”
Sam’s body careened into Ethan’s; his cock shot to the hilt inside the married man as though it might dart through his entire body. The warm breath of his lover caressed Ethan’s neck and shoulders as Sam summoned all his energy to maintain what must have been an exhaustive pace. Across from them, Julian was banging Trevor with a comparable spirit. Between making out, the two athletic bottoms howled in delight as their lovers nailed them so aggressively that the comforter could repeatedly be heard tearing beneath them.
“Ungh… think you might lose that deposit, Ethan,” Sam laughed.
“Fuck… I’m… ungh… about to make one, baby!” Julian exclaimed.
The Latin dreamboat’s entire body tightened up, showing off every glorious muscle as he dumped his load inside his roommate’s asshole. It looked as though Julian might collapse after he was finished, but he turned Trevor over and began kissing him as though they were lovers kept from each other for years. These two were into each other, there was no denying that, Ethan observed.
“Oh God… this is what… ungh… I wanted to do… the other night!” Sam cried, pulling out of Ethan and moving him onto the floor in front of him. Stroking himself furiously, Sam’s cock exploded with a torrent of semen across Ethan’s body as it lied there on the floor of his hotel room. Sam moved down upon his neighbor’s hulking frame, blanketed in his cum, and ravished him.
As the wild night went on, luckily uninterrupted by the hotel management, the four men traded off, fucking and sucking each other in couplings that were unexpected to the three roommates. Ethan got his shot at each of his neighbors again; he was thankful to be able to screw both Trevor and Sam in a well-lit area. By the time they were finished, the sun had begun to peek into the room, shining natural light onto their filthy, supple bodies.
The men napped until it was almost time to check out of the Papillon. They got cleaned and dressed at breakneck speed, though it was clear from the looks each of them was giving one another that they would have liked to stay in the room for one day more. Maybe two.
Ethan checked his phone. There was a curt message from Chelsea. She informed him that she was driving home alone and wanted Ethan to find a new place to stay while she sorted out what her next step would be. It was impossible for him not to feel crushed on some level, but also relieved. He explained his situation to his neighbors.
“Don’t worry about finding a place to stay just yet,” Julian said. “You can come bunk with us until you land on your feet.”
“That is,” Sam added, “unless you think your wife will have a problem with you moving next door to her?”
The married man thought about it for a moment and then said, without a hint of indecision, “If she gets to start over on her terms, then I will too. Sure, let’s do it.”
“Big guy,” Trevor said, placing his arm around Ethan, “that’s the plan.”
For the first time in far too long, Ethan knew precisely what he wanted.
The End
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By John Valjean
Text copyright © 2019
John Valjean
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Disclaimer: This book contains sexually explicit material and profanity. Please do not read further if these things offend you. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intentional.
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Chapter 2
Like a Good Neighbor
“I don’t want to be the bad guy,” Chelsea groused.
“Me either,” Ethan replied.
A month had passed since the new neighbors first arrived and Ethan and Chelsea found themselves at an impasse. Three strikingly good-looking men moved into the four-bedroom Craftsman, and there had been a steady stream of overnight guests and parties since. Chelsea admitted that she was “not a fan” of Trevor after their initial lunch date. She did not enjoy dry humor, and Trevor’s banter could have caused a drought. After losing three games of Rock-Paper-Scissors, she still insisted on Ethan talking to the men about the late night noise.
“Okay, fine,” Ethan said. “But I deserve a little something tonight.”
“And what exactly did you have in mind?” Chelsea asked.
Ethan made a stroking motion toward his face and pressed his tongue hard against the inside of his left cheek.
“Fine,” Chelsea agreed, but not sounding agreeable. “Three minutes.”
“Five,” Ethan countered.
“Four. Final offer.”
“Fine,” Ethan said, bothered he had to negotiate for a blowjob. “I’m just going to wait… or, uh, I’ll go over today.” He didn’t want to admit that he was stalling until Trevor left the house before he confronted one of the other two neighbors, Julian or Sam.
After two hours of being asked if he’d gone over yet, Ethan finally spotted Sam walking out the front door. It looked as though he was dressed for the gym. Sam was an attractive, slender man with a strong build, probably around twenty-eight, Ethan assumed. He was tall, wore a beard, and gave Ethan a boner. The two men never shared more than the obligatory wave from a neighbor that occurs after both make eye contact. Sam got into his car and started out of the driveway when the front door flew open and Trevor jumped out, pulling a tank top over his powerful chest.
“Hold up!” Trevor yelled, hopping into the car as soon as Sam hit the brake.
Ethan waited five minutes, thinking that was enough time to ensure Sam and Trevor were not coming back. “I’m heading over now,” Ethan called out to his wife. He walked over to his neighbor’s beautifully updated house, admiring the stunning restoration of the early twentieth-century structure. The flowerbed was abundant with vibrant florae, a striking stone walkway led to the home which was surrounded by lustrous, flourishing grass, and the front door had four large glass panels, keeping the view inside practically unobstructed.
“Hi,” Ethan said to the alluring Latin man standing in a thin white bath towel at the front door.
“You’re our neighbor, right?” the man replied with a slight Spanish accent. “Efrem, right? I’m Julian.”
“Ethan, actually,” he corrected. “Do you have a minute?”
“For you, handsome,” Julian said, “I’ve got five. Come on in.”
The living room, the kitchen, and the dining room were all within view when Ethan walked in, and he was surprised to find them appearing so complete. He and Chelsea hadn’t even thought about hanging pictures yet, and there were still boxes in various corners of each room, but their neighbors’ immaculate home looked as though they’d occupied the residence for years.
“Wow,” Ethan said under his breath. “I’m impressed.”
“Thank you,” Julian replied, moving his hands down his strong chest to his sides. “I try to take care of myself.”
“Heh… good one,” Ethan replied, looking up at the ceiling and trying not to blush. “So, uh, the reason I came over, uh, was because—“
“The noise,” Julian replied. “You’re not the first to complain. The three of us talked about it this morning and we promise to do better.”
“Thanks,” Ethan said, finally looking Julian in the eye.
The man had a robust and smooth frame, which was naturally tan. He had wavy black hair with slight chestnut streaks randomly peaking about. Besides his gorgeous body, Julian’s most prominent feature was his gaze. Ethan felt it was as though his neighbor was looking right into his soul.
“You want to look around?” Julian asked.
“I don’t want to keep you,” Ethan replied.
“You’re not,” Julian said. “Come on, I can see you’re curious about our little pad.”
Julian gave a tour to Ethan, placing his arm around the former college football star’s shoulder the entire time. As they walked through the home, Julian explained that he, Sam, and Trevor have been friends for around five years and that he asked the two of them to move in with him when he bought the house. “Like ‘The Golden Girls,’” Julian added. Yes, they were all gay and, no, they didn’t sleep with each other. It was difficult to concentrate on his neighbor’s words because Ethan was focused on the warmth emitting from the stronghold Julian had on him.
“And this is my bedroom,” Julian said, opening the door to a beautifully adorned room; it was masculine and comforting all at once. A damp towel flew across the space and into a hamper.
“Oh… I didn’t come here to… um,” Ethan stammered.
“You can drop the shy boy act,” Julian said, grabbing Ethan by the cock. “Come on, neighbor, don’t you want to be neighborly? Your diffident air doesn’t exactly work for a guy who fucks a stranger in the middle of a hardware store five minutes after meeting him.”
Leading the married man to the bed by his penis, Julian got on top of the mattress and turned toward his guest. His neighbor was correct, the encounter with Trevor was anything but demure, but Ethan didn’t feel as though he were transformed into some sex-crazed beast by the event. He still saw himself as the straight-laced, faithful husband who made a very brief mistake that would never again be repeated. So it came as a surprise to Ethan when he chose to strip down and join Julian on the bed, But it happened, and minutes later he was having his throat penetrated by ten-inches of solid cock.
“Yeah, baby,” Julian gasped, sinking his shaft down his neighbor’s throat. “You’re just as good as Trevor said.”
Holding onto the headboard, Julian was positioned above Ethan, pumping his hips forward as though he wanted to put the married man through a test. If so, Ethan knew he was passing. As unlikely as it was that Chelsea would walk over to the house and let herself in, he was more worried about that prospect than he was being caught fucking Trevor in an empty shed in the middle of a Home Depot.
Savoring the taste of Julian’s massive dick, forcing it down his gullet, Ethan admitted to himself that he missed sex with men. It excited him to be tossed around in bed like this, to feel the brawny muscles of his lover pressed against his own, and to have his healthy body explored by rough, virile hands. Hearing Julian moaning as a result of Ethan’s skills had the former college football player’s shaft leaking with exhilaration.
“Your throat loves my cock, doesn’t it, baby?” Julian gasped, pushing forward as far as he could. “Yeah, tighten that grip… fuuuuuuuck…”
Falling back onto the bed, Julian shifted Ethan so that they were in a Sixty-Nine position. Julian took hold of Ethan’s dick, rubbing it slowly and gently circling the tip with his tongue. Even with a large cock in his mouth, Ethan delivered an appreciative murmur to his neighbor. Julian toyed with the rod, slowly taking the head in his mouth as if he wanted to ensure his tongue had circled Ethan’s manhood in its entirety.
“You like that, baby?” Julian asked, his mouth filled with saliva. “Tell me.”
“I love it,” Ethan said, taking a long lap alongside Julian’s dick. “I fucking love it.”
“I want you to drive that fuck stick down my throat, baby,” Julian said, turning Ethan on top of him.
As Ethan resumed sucking off his neighbor, his cock was positioned directly above Julian’s mouth. Ethan drove his cock down the man’s throat, pushing it as far as he could before bringing it up, and then immediately going down again. Julian seemed to take it all in stride, so Ethan didn’t worry about stepping up his beat. It was suddenly comical to the married man that he even had to negotiate for a four-minute blowjob from his wife that, in comparison, could at best achieve mediocrity.
Ethan tried in vain not to cum too early, but Julian had a knack for fellating and would find his mouth filled before long. Julian maintained his position, guzzling down Ethan’s cream with enthusiasm and grabbing hold of his neighbor’s glutes to ensure the gushing cock stayed in place. Within seconds, Julian followed by spraying his seed while Ethan was still blowing him. The former college football player was caught off guard and flinched, causing cum to spray all over his face.
“Sorry, baby, really,” Julian laughed. “I have a propensity to shoot a lot.” Julian turned his body so he was face-to-face with his new neighbor. “But I have no qualms about cleaning up after myself,” he added, dragging his tongue alongside Ethan’s handsome face.
The two men rolled around on the California King, making out and sharing the voluminous amount of semen Julian spilled. Ethan felt the blood rushing to his cock as it pressed against his new lover’s. Julian reached for the rod and began caressing it with his open palm.
“Mmmmmm… I think this means you like me,” Julian said, sucking on Ethan’s bottom lip and pulling back. “I like you too.” Julian moved Ethan’s hand to his cock, which had also grown rock hard.
Sitting up and facing each other, Ethan was relieved to have the sunlight this time so he could admire his lover’s sinewy physique and receive Julian’s carnal gaze. The man with a tight grasp of Ethan radiated with a sensual charisma the married man hadn’t been exposed to in years. Julian leaned in to kiss Ethan again, holding his face tenderly with both hands.
“I don’t think you know how hot you are, baby,” Julian said, taking hold of his cock. “I’ve been waiting for you to come over for a month. I’ve watched you this whole time, praying you would stick this inside me.”
“You know what?” Ethan said, pushing Julian onto his back.
“I’m about to get my wish?” Julian asked.
“You fucking know it,” Ethan answered.
In one quick motion, the horny husband pinned his amorous neighbor down and sank his rod into the man’s hole. The headboard slammed against the wall, causing some of its pictures to rattle. The clattering being made by their lovemaking only served to stir Ethan even more. Julian was howling at the top of his lungs for the married man to drive into him harder, and Ethan obliged. It occurred to the married man that he was sent into battle to do something about the noise, yet he and Julian were dialing things up to eleven.
Julian locked his arms around Ethan’s neck while they fucked and the former athlete got it in his mind to jump out of bed, with his neighbor still impaled on his sword, and fuck him while standing in the middle of the bedroom. “You want to see how strong I am,” Ethan thought to himself. “Well, how about this?” Holding Julian’s legs around his waist, Ethan rammed into him while holding him up like he was nothing.
“Oh fuck, baby!” Julian exclaimed. “Ungh… ungh… fuck me… argh!”
“This is what you wanted, right?” Ethan barked with sweat streaming down both their faces.
“Yes!” Julian cried. “I wanted… ungh… that big cock!”
Ethan lay down on the floor with Julian on his lap. “Go ahead. You wanted it so bad, then bounce up and down on it!”
With his hands behind his head, Ethan laid and watched as Julian forced his way up and down the neighbor’s dick. Watching the sexy Latino’s muscular body shuddering with beads of sweat, Ethan wondered how he could have ever stopped having sex with men. As Julian’s solid cock slapped loudly against Ethan’s stomach, the married man could feel his balls preparing to release its seed in his neighbor’s hole.
“Take my load… Aaarrgghhhhhh!” Ethan shouted, pulling Julian down to make out with him as his cock filled his lover’s asshole with semen.
In a flash, Julian pulled off of Ethan and kneeled over his face, stroking his cock. “Here I cum, baby!” he called out as powerful, thick streams sprayed across Ethan’s face. The married man suddenly felt like he was being dunked under water as his mate’s wad shot up into his nostril and down his throat. As much as he tried to contain it, Ethan couldn’t help but begin coughing as the swaths of cum oozed down his face.
“God, baby, I’m sorry,” Julian said, trying to contain a laugh. “You got me so fucking hot though. Let me grab a towel really quick.”
“Not so fast,” Ethan said, grabbing Julian by the wrist. “I expect you to eat this up with me, neighbor.”
After the two men made out on the floor, gulping down the mess Julian made, Ethan took a quick shower and blow-dried his hair to ensure he returned home looking the same as when he left. He promised Julian he’d stop by again, when there was no chance of being caught by his wife.
Ethan got up to leave, giving his new lover one last, deep kiss before walking out the door. Just as he stepped off the property, Sam and Trevor returned. Both their mouths were agape as Ethan offered a friendly wave.
“It’s official,” Chelsea said as soon as Ethan opened the door. “You’re getting a watch. What the hell took so long?”
“Julian, the Latino guy, gave me a tour of the place,” Ethan said. “Every room was immaculate. You’d love it.”
“I’m sure,” Chelsea said. “Well?”
“He’s a friendly guy,” Ethan added, and then realized that wasn’t what his wife was waiting to hear. “They’re going to keep the noise down.”
“Sounds like you two got chummy,” Chelsea observed. “You better not have been too soft on him.”
“I wasn’t,” Ethan replied. “I promise.”
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Chapter 3
The Night Visitor
Ethan was miserable. A week had passed since his initial fling with Julian, but another opportunity for the two of them to get together had not presented itself. Chelsea was working from home as a result of water damage at her office, making it especially hard to do anything without her knowledge. To make matters more frustrating, Julian told Trevor what happened when Ethan came to the house, and now Trevor wanted in on the action. On two occasions, Ethan was shot down by his wife when he told her he planned to visit the new neighbors. “You seriously want to go hangout with your bachelor buddies?” she asked, unaware that the three men were gay. “We have a million things to do around here, Ethan.” Even on Saturday, when he hoped to squeeze in a quick hookup with the guys, Chelsea reminded him that he had to go to the DMV to take care of his late car registration.
Ethan walked into the DMV office, picked a number, and then walked outside to wait at the end of the line.
“Sir, how long do you expect we’ll have to wait?” a woman in front of Ethan asked an attendant.
“Four hours, ma’am,” the man replied. “Minimum. Up to six.”
“Fuck me in the fucking fuck,” Ethan said under his breath. “Unreal.”
A few minutes later, Sam walked out of the DMV to stand in line. There were five people between him and Ethan. Figuring it wouldn’t add a significant amount of time to his current queue, Ethan got out of line to wait alongside Sam. After his encounters with Trevor and Julian, Ethan was curious about Sam, who he had only been able to admire from afar.
“Hey,” Ethan said. “Mind if I wait with you.”
“Nope,” Sam replied without looking at Ethan.
The two men stood side by side for ten interminable minutes of silence. Maybe Sam didn’t realize that they were neighbors, Ethan thought. They’d seen each other outside briefly, but they never met up close.
“I’m Ethan,” he said. “Your neighbor to the left.”
“Yeah, I know,” Sam replied.
“Ah… okay,” Ethan stammered. “Um, did I… do something to offend you?”
“No,” Sam replied. “But you’re sniffing up the wrong tree if you’re thinking I’m going to fawn over you like my roommates.”
“That’s not why I came over,” Ethan said. “I was just being friendly. No ulterior motives.”
“Really?” Sam asked.
“Really, really,” Ethan answered.
“Fine,” Sam replied, his face transforming from a scowl to something more congenial. “Sorry, my friends have been talking about you non-stop and, like, I know it’s not a romantic kind of thing, but I was kind of worried you were stringing them along.”
“I’m not,” Ethan said. “I mean, I’m not trying to. It’s just that my wife… um… my wife… fuck. Wow. You must think I’m a fucking creep.”
“It crossed my mind,” Sam replied.
“I just saw myself through your eyes,” Ethan said. “And I can just imagine what you must be thinking about me. Honestly, I wasn’t looking for anything to happen with Trevor. Or with Julian, either. I feel like it wasn’t me going in, but it was me who took over. Does that… make sense? Like, they woke something in me that was dormant for a long time. Something I turned my back on since I met my wife and never looked back. Not until I met Trevor and, I don’t know, all those old feelings came rushing out. I love my wife. We have our problems, for sure, but I do love her. The thing is, if I can be honest, I don’t know if I can remain faithful. In the traditional sense, that is.”
“And you’re just putting this all together now?” Sam asked.
“Yeah,” Ethan answered. “I guess I was so caught up with fucking around with your roommates again that I didn’t try to gain any perspective on all of this. And I haven’t had anyone to talk to about it. Until now, I guess.”
Ethan lost himself in his thoughts. What was the next step, he wondered? At twenty-seven, he asked himself if he would be able to remain faithful to his wife. If the last two dalliances were considered tests, he failed. He couldn’t, he determined. Even more important, he didn’t know if he wanted to. So the question became, does he leave his wife or ask her if she would consider an open relationship? She’d never go for it, he thought. Would she? Ethan wondered if he’d even have the balls to approach her on the subject.
“You still in there, buddy?” Sam asked.
“What… oh, yeah,” Ethan replied. “Thanks.”
“For what?” Sam asked.
“For letting me get that off my chest,” Ethan replied. “Even if you were a tool when I came over.”
“Well, I thought you were kind of a tool, to be honest,” Sam said.
“And now?” Ethan asked.
“I think you’re a good guy in a weird predicament,” Sam explained. “But a good guy.” Sam shot a kind smile to Ethan.
For the next four hours and thirty-four minutes, the two men got to know each other. They discussed workout regimens, fantasy football, fantasies in general, favorite movies, podcasts, politics, and their most filthy sexual encounters, each trying to one-up the other. Sam admitted to sleeping with his ex-girlfriend’s father in college while his she was shopping with her mother. Ethan explained how he fucked a guy he’d just met in the middle of a Home Depot.
“You win,” Sam agreed.
“Nice,” Ethan said. “What’s my prize?”
“I’m sure we can work something out,” Sam answered. Was this a sign of flirtatiousness?
“I’m all ears,” Ethan said, placing his hand on Sam’s thigh.
“EG-458, window seven,” the voice over the loudspeaker called.
“That’s my number,” Sam said, getting up to take care of his registration. “We’ll figure something out. I’ll text you.”
“Tonight?” Ethan asked.
“Tonight,” Sam answered.
Five minutes later, Sam was at a window, showing his personal information with the attendant when he received a text. “Please don’t say anything to the guys,” read the message.
“You got it,” Ethan texted back.
Ethan couldn’t get his mind off Sam for the rest of the day. With Trevor and Julian, there was an undeniable sexual chemistry that existed between them. However, he was able to establish a rapport with his hot bearded neighbor, and the anticipation that something might happen between them felt unbearable after six hours. He checked his phone at dinner and Chelsea became visibly upset.
“Again?” she sighed.
“What?” Ethan asked.
“That has to be the millionth time you’ve looked at your phone,” Chelsea said. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” Ethan said as his wife gave her most scrutinizing gawk. “I’m just checking the stats.” He knew her aversion to sports would end any additional inquiries, but he put his phone in his pocket anyway. As soon as he did, it buzzed, and it took everything in his power to not pull it out to see if he received a message. Another buzz came, and still he sat at the table and attempted to hold a conversation with his wife while being completely unengaged.
“Where are you going?” Chelsea asked as soon as they were finished with dinner.
“I was going to go lift weights,” Ethan said, hoping he’d be able to read his texts in peace.
“Who’s doing the dishes then?” she asked. “I made dinner. You know the drill.”
Grumbling under his breath the entire time, Ethan cleaned the dishes and the kitchen hastily before going out to the garage for his evening workout. There were two texts from Sam.
“I have a plan,” read the first message. “Do you ever sleep on the couch?” read the second.
“Sorry for the delay,” Ethan replied via text. “I do when I’m restless. Why?”
Sam proposed his plan.
“Wha—where you going?” Chelsea muttered to her husband at 2:30 am, early Sunday morning.
“I can’t sleep,” Ethan said. “I’m going to go watch some TV.”
“Shut the door behind you then,” Chelsea mumbled. “Or I’ll be up too.”
“Yes, dear,” Ethan said.
The husband closed the door tight and hurried downstairs to the front door where Sam was waiting in a t-shirt and sweats. “Come on in,” Ethan whispered. “You don’t think anybody saw you, right?”
“At this hour?” Sam replied. “All the lights in this sleepy neighborhood are off by ten. We’re safe.”
“Perfect,” Ethan said, pulling Sam in for a kiss.
Ethan was only in boxers, and those hit the ground before his tongue had much of a chance to explore Sam’s mouth. Likewise, Sam tossed his shirt, sweats, and sandals off in a demonstration of speed that would make a blink envious. The men wrestled around on the couch, their swollen cocks pressed together and were growing more significant with every drive forward.
“Fuck… wait,” Ethan said, grabbing the remote control to turn the television on. “I told her I’d be watching something until I fell back to sleep.”
“Smart,” Sam replied, pulling away to stand beside the couch. “Now let’s see how much those boys were embellishing.”
Although it was dark, the television kept the room lit enough so the two could see each other. Ethan sat up and took hold of Sam’s shaft, stroking him deliberately and with a solid grip. The married man placed his mouth over the tip, slowly easing down the length of the cock, pivoting his tongue along the way. Sam’s breathing escalated, as did his use of the word “fuck”; Ethan knew Sam would soon be concurring with his roommates.
None of this was the ideal situation, Ethan thought as he pleased the third resident from 241 Chanceux Drive while his wife slept. But Ethan was feeling more alive than he had in years thanks to the men next door. Even more so than he did in college where he took sex for granted, always sure another encounter was around the corner. Those days seemed long gone and almost forgotten until Trevor sought him out while he shopped for hammers.
“Mmmmm… suck my dick,” Sam whispered. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
Ethan pressed his index finger into Sam’s asshole while he worked the cock down to the balls. Ethan considered himself fortunate that all three of these studs wanted to ride his fat hog because he wasn’t sure about having the same thing done to him. He’d bottomed twice during his sexually open days, but they were not positive experiences. He told himself he’d probably never do it again, though he’s begun questioning how inflexible he was on this rule. The finger was now knuckle deep and met with grunts of approval from his bearded companion.
Grabbing the side of his head with resolve, Sam thrust forward and back rapidly, clearly enjoying the treatment his shaft was receiving. Ethan was surprised at how quickly his skills rushed back to him. There were a number of what he considered unusually large football players in college who put him through rigorous training as a cocksucker, and those talents were apparently not lost. Ethan removed his mouth from the rod, holding it from the base and working his way around it in a manner that caused Sam to grip Ethan’s shoulder to steady himself.
“Ethan… (gulp) damn… you’re amazing,” Sam muttered. “I’m… g-gonna…”
Down onto the cock Ethan went, making sure to catch all of Sam’s spunk with his mouth so there was no evidence of their clandestine sleepover. Ethan could tell Sam was trying to withhold his moans as his juices oozed down the cheating husband’s throat. Sam’s hands explored Ethan’s hair, moving through it roughly as he slowly pumped the final drops of cum across the tongue of the former athlete.
“Whew… that tongue,” Sam gasped. “I want to feel it on my asshole. Hand me that pillow.”
The neighbor moved onto his stomach and pushed his face into the pillow, awaiting the lively rimjob he was about to receive. It was a good call, Ethan thought as Sam’s muffled howls competed with the sounds of the local evening news’ encore presentation. Between the TV and the closed bedroom door, Ethan was confident that Chelsea was unaware to Sam’s impassioned wailing.
While ravishing his neighbor’s asshole, Ethan’s right hand slid down Sam’s muscular thigh, discovering every sturdy inch within reach. Sam reached behind to press Ethan’s face into the neighbor’s pungent hole. Ethan could feel his precum dripping onto the blanket he brought downstairs; he didn’t want to wait any longer to be inside his sexy partner.
“Come on, Ethan,” Sam gasped. “I need your cock!”
Not requiring any further instruction, Ethan moved his titanic frame over Sam’s body; his cock was hungry for his neighbor’s beautifully curved ass. The men’s bodies came together slowly. They both knew that they would have to be especially cunning about what was going to happen.
The sounds of Sam trying to withhold a moan aroused Ethan as his cock sank into the neighbor’s saliva-dripping asshole. Ethan’s hands gripped the couch’s armrest, just above Sam’s head, enabling him perfect access to begin pressing his hips forward and driving his sizable cock inside his lover. Every few thrusts, Ethan had to remind himself not to go too fast as he would occasionally come down too hard on Sam, slapping their bodies together enough to wake an oblivious wife.
“Squeeze down on it, man,” Ethan whispered, “Fuck yeah… fuck yeah… just like that… ahhhhh…”
Ethan pulled Sam up and repositioned him onto the married man’s lap so they were facing each other. Sam moved down Ethan’s cock again, all the way until the former athlete was balls deep inside his sexy neighbor. Sam’s hands caressed Ethan’s rounded shoulders before moving down to his heaving chest, clearly enjoying the young husband’s body while he rode the dick.
Just then, a creak came from the top of the stairs. Both rocking bodies came to a sudden standstill.
“Honey?” a voice peeped from the top of the stairs.
“Yeah, babe?” Ethan replied.
“I thought I heard something,” Chelsea said. “Are you… alone?”
Still impaled on Ethan’s cock, Sam moved forward and began necking while the husband attempted to break free of the corner in which he found himself. He was still slowly rocking his pelvis forward, with his rod caught in the viselike hold of Sam’s asshole.
“What?” Ethan replied. “Babe, I was just nodding… ahhh… off. Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?”
“I… I… guess,” Chelsea replied. “I’m going to go back to bed. Are you coming?”
“Yeah,” Ethan answered. “Pretty soon.”
As soon as the bedroom door closed behind Chelsea, Ethan and Sam resumed a more active pace. Sam moved up from the husband’s neck and planted a kiss on his mouth, and then falling upon Ethan’s shaft. It wouldn’t be much longer, Ethan could tell. The bristly sensation against his face stimulated Ethan. It felt so good, so right, being with a man this way. Except for the part about his wife being upstairs, Ethan reminded himself.
“Fuck… oh fuck…” Ethan whispered, grabbing Sam and pulling him close.
“Cum in me,” Sam whispered. “Fucking do it.”
Ethan’s body trembled as his scrotum freed its semen deep inside Sam’s anal cavity. Sam reached down to play with Ethan’s nutsack while continuing to ride his dick. Cum began to drip down Ethan’s balls. Sam retrieved a small wad, bringing it up to Ethan’s lips, and feeding his lover. Showing no sign of timidity, Ethan sucked Sam’s fingers clean and then reached down to retrieve and consume more of his warm jism.
“God, you’re a fucking slut,” Sam observed. “I love it. I need you again. Where we can be loud as fuck.”
“Agreed,” Ethan said, kissing his neighbor one more time. “But I need to get back to my wife.”
“So twisted,” Sam replied, trying to withhold a laugh.
The men put their clothes on and, as though nothing erotic occurred in those early morning hours, Sam exited the fixer-upper and Ethan went back up to his bedroom to get into bed with his slumbering wife. He stared at the ceiling until the sun came up, pondering what was to become of his marriage.
“Are you getting up?” Chelsea asked, in her not-asking tone.
“Huh?” Ethan muttered. “Oh God… didn’t fall asleep until… (yawn) dawn.”
“If you wanted to jack off last night, you should have just said so,” Chelsea said, holding up the comforter Ethan brought downstairs. “You trashed my grandma’s quilt. I’m going to have to take it to the dry cleaners and hope they don’t ask what these stains are.”
“Babe, I’m sorry,” Ethan said. “I’ll take it in on the way to work tomorrow. I was doing anything I could to fall asleep last night.”
Chelsea stood in the doorway and stared at her husband.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Ethan answered, wanting to admit his true feelings but too afraid to set them free. He decided to play ignorant. “How come?”
“Something feels off,” she said. “Ever since the bachelors moved in. Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Ethan said, attempting to summon a semblance of earnestness. “Everything’s perfect.
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PK NXa V V OEBPS/Text/chapter0001.htmlChapter 1
Seems Like Old Times
Standing motionless in what felt like an endless aisle of tools within the local Home Depot, Ethan Shaw examined two hammers, nearly identical to one another, but remained uncertain of which to purchase. It wasn’t as though the young newlywed knew what he was doing. He didn’t. He wasn’t what any of his friends or family would describe as handy and, at this moment, he was resisting the urge to Google “how to select a hammer.” The former college football player was determined to figure this one out on his own or face the dismay of his bride, Chelsea. The newly married couple moved into their starter home six months ago and were slowly adjusting to the headaches that come with a fixer-upper. Chelsea needed Ethan to pull nails from the wall in the garage and sent him out to purchase a hammer for the job. There was no hiding when his wife was disappointed with him. Ethan had only recently concluded that Chelsea rarely opted to hide her feelings when faced with disappointment.
“Need some help, big guy,” asked a boyishly good-looking young man.
“Huh?” Ethan replied. “No, I was just… ummm… trying to figure out which hammer to purchase.”
“They look the same to me,” replied the young man. “Except the grip on the one in your right hand. I’d probably get that one.”
“Thanks,” Ethan replied, smiling. “I’m not very good with tools.”
“That’s hard to believe,” the young man said. “Once you’ve gotten your hand around one, I’ll bet you’d know what you were doing.”
“Sorry… I… uh…” Ethan stammered.
“I’ll catch you around,” the young man said. “I’m Trevor. My friends call me Trevor.”
“My name’s Ethan,” the husband muttered. “Sorry, I’m not… uh…” Ethan held up his hand to show his wedding ring and offered a weak smile.
“Okay, big guy,” Trevor laughed, patting Ethan on the back. “Like I said, catch you around.”
“He came onto me, right?” Ethan questioned. The last time another man had propositioned him was during his college days. Back then it happened regularly and Ethan, being a hormonal young adult, didn’t shy away as he did with Trevor. Back then, Ethan would slip his dick into just about any man or woman with a pulse.
Ethan’s first sexual encounter with a man was Ken Hopkins, the brother of his dorm roommate. Ken arrived early to surprise his sibling but found Ethan studying for an exam. Within minutes of being alone together, Ethan was driving his cock down Ken’s throat. Though Ethan told himself it was a onetime thing, the college football star received more passes off the field. And he rarely let one slip through his fingers. There was the basketball player who got dumped on his anniversary. Or the professor who requested an extra-credit assignment. On one memorable occasion, Ethan screwed two teammates who got shitfaced after losing a vital game. Looking back, Ethan would have described his sexuality as fluid after high school. But all of that ended when he met Chelsea Dunham while interning at a Public Relations firm during his senior year. After that, Ethan put his sexual proclivities behind him. He was smitten with Chelsea as she shifted from girlfriend to fiancée to wife. Sure, he looked back on his dalliances fondly, but he chalked up the good times he had in college as part of an experimental past.
As Ethan reminisced about his previous encounters, it occurred to him that there were more than he initially remembered. He wandered down many aisles, lost in his erotic memories and growing excited in the process. By the time he traveled over to aisle eight, he didn’t notice that he was side by side with a familiar face.
“You following me, big guy?” asked Trevor, placing his hand on Ethan’s bicep and giving it a feel. “Damn, what have you got hiding under there? These should be on display.”
“Hey, no… I mean, I was just… not paying attention,” Ethan said.
“Or you were drawn to me,” Trevor suggested. “Or maybe it’s just kismet. Whatever it is, we probably shouldn’t ignore it.”
“Yeah?” Ethan asked, suddenly feeling about five years younger and back in school. “Why is that?”
“Because you should never resist fate, destiny, and all that other shit,” Trevor answered. “So, married Ethan, you interested?”
“In?” Ethan asked.
“Sneaking into that shed over there and showing me what else you might be hiding under those bulky clothes,” Trevor answered, motioning to a storage shed a few aisles over. Ethan looked over his shoulder, and then back at the flirtatious young man. He had to be kidding, Ethan thought. “I’m not kidding,” Trevor deadpanned.
Young Ethan would have done this, but Not-As-Young Ethan considered walking away and forgetting the whole thing. So he deferred to his dick and incomprehensibly found himself standing inside a pitch black shed with an oversexed young man hauling around enough sexual confidence for the two of them.
“This is probably not a great idea,” Ethan admitted while Trevor began undressing the young husband.
“Definitely,” Trevor agreed, moving his hand down to Ethan’s inflated crotch.
“Then we should probablyyyy…” Ethan continued.
“Hurry,” Trevor said, not finishing Ethan’s thought.
This was too interesting for Ethan to consider pulling back. Trevor yanked the married man’s shorts down to swallow the ten-inch cock that was released from them. It had been too long, Ethan thought. Too long, indeed. The former athlete grabbed hold of a wobbly shelf to steady himself as the mysterious young man with the overactive libido wrapped his beautiful full lips around Ethan’s dick. It must have been months since Chelsea sucked Ethan off. No, it was probably a solid year since the last one, and the only memorable thing about it was the fight the couple got into after Ethan came in her mouth. What Trevor was doing was vastly different; one remarkable moment after the next as the stud worked the cock showmanship.
“Mmmmmm… (gulp) you’re amazing,” Ethan said, admiring the young man’s technique and ignoring the sounds of customers occasionally walking outside the shed.
“Your cock is so fucking big,” Trevor whispered. “I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”
Trevor dove onto the shaft again, his tongue working its way all around the bottom of the base. Ethan placed his hand on top of the young man’s head and started to push his pelvis forward. This didn’t faze Trevor who continued moving his head from side to side, providing ample attention to the cock in his mouth. Precum began leaking from the head of Ethan’s cock and Trevor pulled all the way off, though he stroked it slowly with his fist.
“Don’t cum too soon, big guy,” Trevor said. “Want to return the favor?”
“It’s been so long,” Ethan returned.
Trevor stood up and planted a reassuring kiss on Ethan’s lips. “I trust you.”
Moving to his knees, Ethan used Trevor’s naked body to feel his way down. The young man’s erect cock bobbed against his face before he could grab hold of it, giving it a few measured tugs to get a feel for its length. It must have been somewhere between ten and eleven inches, Ethan figured. Uncut too. He brushed his face along the side of it, blowing on the dick with his warm breath as he got a grip of the tool with which he was more familiar.
Apropos, but far from arousing, Ethan imagined “The Little Engine Who Could” when he wrapped his lips around Trevor’s manhood. He may have been on the rusty side, but after a few bobs up and down the stranger’s cock, Ethan was brought right back to his college days and sucking his buddies off in return for their efforts. Soon Ethan’s nose was pressed against Trevor’s well-kept pubic hairs; the man locked his hold on the cock and pulled back slowly.
“Ohhhh… shit,” Trevor whimpered. “You sure you’re married, big guy?”
Feeling confident that he could do what he thought he could, Ethan pressed forward, remembering that he had some solid cocksucking skills. With one hand on Ethan’s shoulder and the other cupping the back of his head, Trevor began banging Ethan’s mouth with forcefulness. The married man wasn’t worried about being able to keep up with the young stranger as much as he was about being caught.
Grabbing his own achingly rigid cock, Ethan couldn’t help but stroke himself slowly as he went down on the adventurous dude who took such an interest in him. Ethan slid his mouth off the cock to lick the bottom of the long shaft until he reached Trevor’s nuts. Using his free hand, Ethan jacked his partner off while massaging his balls.
“F-fuck… fucking awww fuck!” Trevor exclaimed as quietly as possible.
Only when the initial burst of cum hit him in the face did Ethan wonder how he might explain why he smelled like pure sex when he returned home to his wife. Four more streams of cum landed upon his face and chest before Ethan could think to plug up the rush of semen with his mouth. He didn’t realize how much he missed the taste and texture of salty jism until the goo was racing down his throat.
“Phew… shit,” Trevor said, a little out of breath. “Man, I didn’t think you’d actually (gulp) come in with me.”
“Pretty sure we’ve pressed our luck,” Ethan said. “Let’s go ahead and—“
“Leave?” Trevor whined. “No way, big guy.” The young man lifted Ethan to his feet and grabbed for the married man’s dick. Ethan could feel his new friend turning around in the darkness of their makeshift sex club. This is not right, Ethan thought to himself the second he felt Trevor’s ass pushing back on his dripping cock.
“We can’t,” Ethan announced wearily.
“It’ll be quick,” Trevor assured. “You’re almost close as it is. Come on.” The young man pushed back again, pressing his hole around Ethan’s rod. Once it broke through, Trevor pushed back harder and started to yelp; Ethan instinctively reached out to cover the stud’s mouth to quiet any sounds that might bring them unwanted attention.
Instead of protesting what was happening, Ethan let it occur, moving his hips back and forth without being overly aggressive. He knew if he were to go too fast, the sound of their bodies banging together would give them away. Though he remained measured, Ethan went fast enough to get off, and he was as close as Trevor presumed.
“Fuck yeah,” Trevor huffed. “Stuff my ass, big guy… ungh… yeah… stuff it!”
Hearing a forklift moving boxes nearby, Ethan figured the sounds of their fucking would be drowned out, so he decided to pick up the pace. The married man shifted his body over his young partner and accelerated, allowing their bodies to slap against each other. Ethan wasn’t worried because he could feel his balls ready to present their gift.
With his head placed over Trevor’s shoulder, Ethan made out with the young man as he climaxed. The feeling was euphoric. It had been years since the moderately fulfilled man had felt as fulfilled as he was in this moment, with his semen filling his handsome partner’s anal cavity. It was as though every nerve on his body was alive; he felt drops of sweat running down his thighs, the stuffy air of their enclosure traveling through his lungs, and his cock becoming flaccid as he pulled it from Trevor’s asshole. If they had more time, Ethan was horny enough to let Trevor fuck him. This was something the young husband did not regularly do, not even at the height of his sexually libidinous days. Unfortunately, time wasn’t permitting, and he could feel himself coming back to reality.
After hurrying back into their clothes, thanks to the light from Trevor’s phone, the two agreed to leave the shed a few minutes apart so nobody would notice they were inside together. Trevor went first, leaving Ethan abandoned in the dark with his thoughts and his guilt. He came to the hardware store for a hammer and walked directly into an assignation with the first man to flirt with him in years. “I’m so fucking weak,” he thought aloud. “Chelsea deserves better.”
Stepping out of the shed, Ethan looked around and didn’t see Trevor anywhere. He walked around the store casually, but there was no sign of his energetic lover. “Oh Christ, I was awful,” Ethan thought. “Of course I was. I hadn’t been with a guy in years.” Ethan went back to the aisle where he met Trevor, grabbed the hammer with the grip, paid for it, and drove home.
“What took so long?” Chelsea asked when Ethan returned.
“Oh, you know,” he replied, making a beeline to the stairs. “I started wandering the aisles looking at shit we don’t need or can’t afford. I’m going to go take a quick shower.”
“Don’t you want some lunch first?” Chelsea asked.
It was better that Trevor disappeared, Ethan thought. He wanted to get the young man’s number, but that would have presented all sorts of complications. Was he really that ready to start something up with a man? Even if it was just sexual, could he do that to Chelsea? Ethan was thankful that it was off the table. He was already chalking it up to an out of the blue occurrence. Nothing like that had ever happened before, and Ethan was going to make sure not to put himself in another similar situation.
Ethan exited the restroom wearing nothing but a towel and stopped in front of a full-length mirror in his bedroom. He pulled it off and looked at his frame, trying to imagine what it was that attracted Trevor to him. “I’m still in great shape,” he thought. “Strong arms, wide shoulders, massive chest. Almost an eight pack. Not bad for twenty-seven—“
“Honey!” Chelsea called out. “Can you come in here, please? There’s someone I want you to meet!”
“Shit,” Ethan grumbled. There was little he disliked more than unexpected guests, and after his late morning tryst, he was hoping for some time to himself to process what happened. He tossed on some workout shorts and walked downstairs to find a familiar face. Again. This time in his home.
“Ethan this is Trevor,” Chelsea said.
“Uh… hi,” Ethan said, feeling his face grow flushed.
“Hey, neighbor,” Trevor said with a smile.
“Neighbor?” Ethan asked.
“Honey, didn’t you see the moving truck yesterday?” Chelsea asked. “Trevor and two of his friends just moved in next door.”
“I came by this morning to introduce myself,” Trevor explained. “Chelsea mentioned you were at the Home Depot so I figured I’d come back when you returned.”
“Why don’t you come in for lunch?” Chelsea asked the young man. “It’s just Tuna and chips, but we’d be happy to have you.” Chelsea started toward the kitchen.
“I’m happy to be had,” Trevor said, giving a sly smile to Ethan. “I have to say, I worked up quite an appetite this morning.”
It struck Ethan that getting fucked by Trevor was not at all what he expected.
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