The best sex ever part 1

I woke to someone pounding angrily on my front door with their fist; I could hear an angry voice shouting as well. My bedside clock showed 7:33 AM. The pounding on the door pissed me off; who does that at this time in the morning. Wearing only my knit boxers I stormed to the front door. In my anger I had jumped from my bed, forgetting about the sexy dream I wakened from and pulled on the shorts; when I got to the door my morning stiffness was still quite evident. At the moment, my morning stiffness was irrelevant, I wanted to get at the idiot pounding at my door. I jerked open the door yelling.

“What is the matter with you! It’s seven thirty in the morning and it Saturday for God’s sake. Who are you and what do you want?”

“Look at your shit all over the neighborhood. Your trash is all the way down the block.” The guy at my door yelled back to me.

“And you think I did that on purpose? Obviously an animal or a guy like you did that. The lid was fastened tight when I put it on the street.”

I saw his eyes scan over me then they locked on my shorts and I realized my cock was still semi-hard from that sexy dream. My anger had played a trick on me, keeping my cock nearly hard. Everything I have to offer was plainly outlined down the right leg of my shorts. The asshole jerked his eyes back to mine, the anger draining from him. His eyes kept flashing down then up to my eyes as we talked

“W…W…What are you going to do about this mess the man asked?”

“I’ll get it cleaned up this morning. But…listen up. If you ever come here beating on my door with your fist again there’s going to be hell to pay. I meant it, you may be bigger than me but I can still whip your sorry ass! What is your name anyway.

“I…I’m Danish, we’re four houses down the street.”

“We?” I asked.

“It’s just me and the wife and her damn cats.”

“Well Danish, I’m Michael. I live alone.”

“Alone? For real? That’s got to be like heaven or something, Dude.”

I smiled for the first time.

“Yes, as a matter of fact it is. I’ve lived with a woman, it only lasted a bit over six months though until I ended it. She was bat shit crazy.” I treasure being single again.”

Flustered and his anger ebbing away, Danish was momentarily at a loss for words. I saw him look down and check out my erection again, which was slowly easing back to normal.

“I…uh…I’m…sorry if I interrupted you…the wife was doing what they always do, yelling and screaming about everything from mowing the grass to the damned toilet seat again. Why can’t a woman look where she’s plopping her ass down? When I saw the spilled trash in my yard I sort of lost it and I took it all out on your front door.

Look man, I’m just an ordinary guy, fighting to keep my job at work and fighting when I’m home with the Mistress of Evil, I don’t mean to be a crackpot or creepy neighbor. I’m sorry that I woke you or interrupted you. I handled this all very badly, sorry man.”

He took another quick glance at my shorts and I guess he saw that I was not erect any longer.

He looked back up to me and his face reddened when he saw I was watching him. After all, it isn’t everyday a guy opens his front door sporting major wood.

“I’m truly sorry Mr. Michael, I am. This is a hell of a way to meet my neighbors.’

He stuck out his hand to shake.

I met his hand with a nice firm shake, not the vice grip hold that many macho guys use to intimidate.

“Sure thing, but call me Michael. Say, on a better day, we’ll have a beer out by my pool, okay.”

Danish smiled for the first time and I knew for sure that I’d be asking him over for that beer as soon as his wife wasn’t around. He’s a handsome fucker when he smiles. He’s very near my height, a bit heavier, dark brown hair and green eyes that dart about. He’s boyishly cute and under twenty five for sure. I know he had an eye full of my thinly disguised package and he had looked at it several times. I watched as he walked away, I saw him look back at me still standing in my doorway in my shorts. He put his hand in a pants pocket and was rearranging his package as he went down the street.

I shut the door and returned to my bed. I knew I’d never get back to sleep so while the memory was fresh, I peeled off the shorts and lay down. I decided I would play a little fantasy in my mind with my flustered neighbor Mr. Danish while I got my morning nut.

He was wearing board shorts, with the snaps, buckles and straps dangling that always tickled my legs when I wore them. In my imagination, I quickly stripped him naked and reveled in his hirsute body. In my fantasy I gave him a neatly trimmed pubic bush and a smooth as velvet scrotum and a hairy butt in addition to that dense mat of hair on his big chest. I slowly jacked myself as I mentally rolled Mr. Danish over and fell in lust with his luscious little butt. Without his clothes and from the rear view his body tapered in a vee to his narrow hips which held his firm, round glutes high and proud. I wouldn’t need a pillow under him to fuck his perfect little ass.

I Stroked my cock faster now. In my fantasy I raised David to his knees with his chest still on the bed. As I massage his glutes, he moans slowly. When I spread his glutes and blow a breath across his hole, goose-flesh runs up his body from his wrinkled opening. I licked and nipped at his hard cheeks, eliciting more moans from him. Without warning, my tongue stabbed at his hole, a sound almost like a shriek came from him as he turned to see my face buried in his perfect butt. He became frantic, yelling, cursing, pushing back on my tongue; nothing he’d ever experienced felt like this. In less than a minute he was reaching back, one hand reached behind my head and pulled me tighter to him. I ate his at his butt like it was a Club buffet.

When I came up for air he was gasping and stroking his hard cock like he had to cum this minute. I lubed my hand and started opening up his tight little virgin butt. I stroked my hard, leaking cock faster. Surprisingly, for someone I was ready to beat to a pulp a few minutes ago, Danish became a major turn on as a jack off fantasy. Our anger and rage has settled into a nice sexual escapade and release for me. I wondered if he was at home whacking his own cock. He sure did like looking at mine.

My well lubed fingers danced in and out of his anus, his moaning muted but constant, he wiggled and pushed his butt against my fingers. After adding more lube I managed to get four fingers and part of my hand up to my thumb inside him. He became more vocal. Whimpering one moment and asking for more the next. When I turned my hand and crooked a finger to stroke his prostate gland, he went wild, screaming how good it felt and leaking a flood of semen onto the sheets.

I stroked his prostate again

“OH shit…I’m cumming!

“No relax..I just milked your prostate again.

I told him what I wanted to do…he looked back at me wide eyed.

“I…I…I’ve never…I…I can’t”

“Of course you can, I’ve got four fingers and half of my hand in your butt now.”

“I…I…ohhh…umm.”

Two fingers massaged his gland again.

“OH God…that feels so good.”

David said as I stoked his prostate.

“This will hurt for a moment but in a few moments you’ll wonder why you haven’t done this before.”

On my knees behind him, I lubed my cock and squirted a glob into his anus. When I rubbed my cock head around his hole, he began murmuring, cooing, it felt so good. One jab and I was in, David tensed and looked over his shoulder.

OH! SHIT…TAKE IT OUT…OH GOD! NO! TAKE IT OUT!”

I held still, I tweaked his nipples, he moaned, I kissed at his neck, tongued his ear, tugged on his scrotum and I pulled his nut sack hard, he pushed back against my cock. Within only a few minutes, with me distracting him from the very real pain in his ass, he was ready for and wanting more cock inside him.

“You’re going to love this soon, once you cum with a hard cock up your ass, nothing else will ever do again.”

He pulled my thighs as I pushed inside him, I ground hard against him and he he cried out for more…and the phone by my bed rang.

Without missing a stroke I looked over and saw that it was my boss calling. Typical, find something that excites me and someone will find a way to screw it up. NOT TODAY! I didn’t stop…I couldn’t stop, legs tensed, toes pointed I reached a bone rattling climax dreaming of fucking my irate neighbor’s beautiful butt.

Whew…that was a good one. I looked down at my cum covered my torso. Damn, Danish ought to have been here for that, hmmm…now there’s a thought. If his body is as good in person as it is in my fantasy we could have some good times. Now I just have to figure out how to get him in my pool without his ball and chain around. For masturbation, that was an excellent nut. One of these days I may have to tell Danish what a good fuck he is…in my head anyway.

I cleaned myself up and called the boss. We talked for a bit over five minutes, and like I suspected, his call had little to do with work. I’m not ‘out’ at work but I don’t lie about being gay either, if asked I’ll tell the truth. Only the boss and a couple of other gay guys who work there know. I think maybe the boss and maybe even a couple of other guys who’ve been over for the pool, may have said something to some of the guys at work. A couple of them who were married were always making comments about the pool and having the house to myself, fishing for an invitation. There was only one guy there where I work that I might date IF we didn’t work together, but we do work together and that makes him off limits. I’ve seen him out at a gay club the one time I’ve been to that particular dance club. Friends were here from out of town and wanted to go dancing.

After the phone call I warmed up a cup of yesterday’s coffee, drank it down and headed to the garage to get the wheelbarrow and trash bags. I used Gorilla Duct Tape to make a spike for picking up the paper, by taping a large nail to old mop handle. I started on the opposite side of the street and worked my way down and then back up my side of the street. I had finished at the last house on the opposite side of the street and was working my way back to my place when I saw an SUV pull into the Danish’s driveway. It was Danish and he waved to me before going into his house. I was two houses away from his place when he came out with trash bags and asked if I needed help. I held my tongue, mainly by thinking about how I perceived his body to be naked.

“Any and all help is greatly appreciated. Danish, Thanks.”

We finished up and stowed the tools and trash bags in the garage.

“Care for a cold beer Danish?”

I asked when we reached the kitchen.

“Sure thing Michael.”

I led the way out to the pool. We sat at the cabana, in the shade.

“Aw man…what a great pool. What is it 20′ x 40′? Perfect for doing laps.”

“Yep, 20′ x 40′, I don’t swim as much as I should, doing laps is almost perfect exercise, low impact for the joints, great for the heart and lungs and the side effect of all that is a hard flat stomach. Not a bad trade off at all.”

“Dude, I saw you this morning, your body doesn’t need to exercise….uh…I hesitate to bring this up but…I couldn’t help but notice you were…um…er… aroused when you opened the door. I hope I didn’t interrupt you in the middle of something. It kinda freaked me out, a definite first for me. A great looking dude opens his front door wearing only boxers and a hard on!”

“I had been asleep and was having a good dream, I never did get back to it.”

“Sorry man, I was way out of line this morning.” Danish said softly.

“It’s okay Danish, I got even with you.”

“What? What do you mean you got even with me.”

I thought to myself…are you a man or a mouse Michael? Tell the man about your fantasy.

“Just a little day dreaming. Quite good really.” I said.

“I’m lost Michael, I haven’t a clue as to what you’re talking about.”

“Well…first off, I should tell you that I’m gay. Do you have any problems or questions about that?”

“No, None. I’ve got a brother who’s gay.”

“Okay then, here goes. I couldn’t get back to sleep this morning so I made up a little fantasy about you to use while I was jacking off. You saw how ready I was this morning. In my fantasy we’re here at the pool, we swam laps for nearly twenty minutes then we were horsing around like guys do, you grabbed at me and I pulled away and you pulled my suit down by accident. We were in the deep end and I let it fall to the bottom. Laughing you looked down into the water and saw my cock, standing tall and proud. You kept looking so I moved closer and went under the water pulling your swimsuit off. Your cock was hard too and I took it in my hand and slowly jacked it at first. We moved to the side and you put your arms on the deck to hold you in place and I went under and took your cock in my mouth, sucking you gently, and milking you with my throat muscles.”

” Michael!”

“Too much for you Danish? I’ll stop. What would you like to talk about?”

Danish’s board shorts had a large wet spot where the head of his cock pushed against his shorts. He was obviously aroused and very well endowed as well.

“Uh…no…I didn’t mean to stop you…it’s just…I mean…I don’t know…I’ve never done anything like that but you make it sound so hot…and so sexy. I’m dripping over here. It’s been a long time since I had sex. I’m horny as hell and your fantasy story is steaming hot, even if it is gay.”

“Do you want me to continue?”

“YES…yes…I…guess I do.”

When I came up you grabbed my cock and stroked it, looking into my eyes you asked if we could go inside.

You told me you’d never done anything like this before, but you liked the feel of my cock in your hand. We took turns rinsing off in the shower and you lay on my bed. I lay beside you, not yet touching. First I searched through that mat of chest hair and found your erect nipples, when I sucked on them you went crazy again, yelling, clamping your hands on the back of my head so I couldn’t let go, your cock oozed pre-cum. In my fantasy your scrotum is hairless and soft as velvet. I pulled and squeeze your testicles, making you moan and arch your back. You were looking into my eyes when I leaned to you and we kissed. You opened readily when my tongue brushed against your lip. You got a little bit crazy again then. Kissing a man is SOOOO very different than kissing a woman. You really liked the kissing Danish.”

I saw the wet spot on Danish’s tan board shorts widening as I was telling this tale. He was taking shallow breaths and his eyes were a bit glazed. Concerned I asked.

“Danish, do you want me to go on or do you want to leave?”

Looking at his phone for the time he said….

“Aww shit…I do need to go, but I sure as hell don’t want to. I’ve got to run some errands for the wife. Can I come back again sometime and hear the rest of your sex fantasy? It a huge turn on for me to think that a great looking guy like you could think of me sexually.”

“You know you’re a good looking guy Danish, and you know that gay men want you too, I’d bet. Until we pick up this story again, here’s something for you to think about.”

I leaned close and whispered in his ear, my left hand high up on his thigh, I pointed my forefinger and it rubbed against his testicle. Danish moaned again.

‘Think about lying on your back, your legs spread wide. I knee walk up between your legs and push them up against your chest. With lubed fingers I loosen up your sphincter, making you ready to take my cock up your ass.

When you’re ready, I place each of my hands beside you on the bed and I lean over and we kiss again for a very long time. Your legs wrap around my waist and I reach under and guide my cock to your waiting hole. After the initial shock of the entry, when I’m up to my balls in your ass. We start fucking. Trust me Danish, you’re going to love getting fucked. If you’re real good, I may even let you fuck my butt. Yeah, I’d like having that hairy chest on me, your fat cock pounding my ass. Think about that Danish, think about that until you come back.”

“When can I come back, Michael”

“When you’re ready to be fucked Danish, come back then.”