Fooling Around with Neighbor While Girlfriend Sleeps

It was close to 1:00 a.m Sunday night when I knocked softly on Glen's door, the soft knock had more to do with not waking the neighbors, with Glen and his girlfriend Michelle ('Shell') anytime can be good or bad depending on the state they're in. Like most dealer's I'd known the two of them had no routine that you could plan around, no time that they'd be awake or no definite time that they'd sleep, after a few weeks of seeing them and being blasted for waking them one Monday at 4 in the afternoon I got it sussed that Thursdays through Sundays you could be sure they'd both be up and Mondays through Wednesdays they'd try to catch up on sleep.

When I'd spoken to Glen on the phone that Sunday night I could tell by the slurred mellowness of his voice that he'd started on his coming down prescription of sleeping pills and bongs. I was surprised that he agreed to me coming over, I only ever bought grass and I knew they didn't make much on the two gram deals I tended to buy, especially considering the markup on power and pills.

The door opened and through the narrow crack I could see Glen's glazed eyes widen more than they were capable of "Anthony, how are ya' mate", once I was inside he told me in a low whisper to follow him into the spare room seeing as Shell was sleeping in their bedroom and the lounge had someone asleep on the couch.

He was wearing only an old pair of boxer shorts, as he walked down the hall I got a look at his arse in the dim light - the two solid round cheeks pressed against the shiny fabric as he walked and I noticed that the thick black hairs on his shins gave way to almost hairless legs up where they got covered by the shorts. His upper body had no definite muscles but it had a solidness that kept him from looking too wasted, I knew he was in his mid twenties but he had a kind of a large button nose, smooth full lips, unruly hair and was around 5'8 so he seemed younger. The quality I really liked about him was the complete disinterest he had in his own appearance, he would've known he wasn't bad looking but I don't think he gave a fuck either way.

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I must be a vain bastard because one of the reasons I liked Glen's body was that it was a lot like mine - same pale skin, same light covering of hair on his chest and nipples and more or less the same height. At the time I was 28, working as a store man had kept my arms strong but the years of pot smoking had left me with a pudgy gut and a firm but heavy arse.

In the spare room we both sat on either end of the three-seater couch, as I was getting my money together Glen packed a bong, lighting it he inhaled deeply and blew out smoke into my face with a dry laugh as he passed it my way. After we'd finished a couple of cones I lent over to put the bong back on the floor and saw that down near Glen's foot was a bottle of amyl, he saw me notice it and looking across the room told me that "one of your mates left it here".

By the 'my mates' line he meant a gay guy. Shell and Glen never knew I was gay until this guy called Steve in some intimate chemical blurt told them. I didn't have anything to say about that so I just nodded my head and waited to see what Glen had to say.

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"Yeah, Shells dead so I was gonna give it a go later" In slow motion he absentmindedly scratched his balls and from the slight tent in his boxers I could see the movement of his hand meant his semi-hard cock sprung up from between his legs. Again I didn't say anything, seeing his cock got my crotch tingling but at that stage I was going to see what happened, I wasn't about to get some straight guys messages fucked up, especially if all he wanted to do was flirt in front of a gay guy. Fuck that prick tease bullshit.

He was wasted but still sharp enough to know that their was no way I'd be spitting in the wind on this one. I didn't attempt to change the subject but I kept my mouth shut. After a few moments Glen figured on something to say.

"So you're gay then Anthony mate?"

"Yeah I am"

When Glen stared off into space, I could tell he was trying to get his stoned mind around this situation, I noticed the tent in his shorts had lowered slightly. Watching him think this one out was a turn on - I hoped like hell it'd lead to something but I stayed silent, he was a damn attractive guy but their was no way he'd be sitting back while I did all the work.

"Yeah, Shell's asleep....Fuck it!...ya' know in year ten me and Kevin Schwartz jerked each other off after band practice. When I was 17 me and this bloke Calum stuck our fingers up our arses then I licked his balls. I'm sorry mate, but I can't blow ya' but I'll jack ya' off"

Glen's speech, delivered in a quick, low whisper was all I needed. I stood up and started to quickly undress, I was going to leave my jocks on but Glen had holstered his off and was sitting on the couch, his stiff uncut cock sticking into the air with a small drop of pre-cum glistening in the dull light.

We both sat naked on the dusty couch, Glen reached down and picked up the amyl, he unscrewed the cap but was unsure what to do so I took it off him and took two deep whiffs, handing it to him he did the same.

With a deep sigh he lay back into the couch, closed his eyes and stuck his meaty stiff 8" inch cock into the air. The amyl took me by surprise as usual, as it enveloped my body I looked at Glen's pale skin, his ecstatic face and the most fuckin' beautiful rod of man's cock I'd ever....I lunged down onto his cock and didn't stop until I felt the firm head brush the back of my throat.

Gagging I pulled back and as Glen's hands ran through my hair I bobbed up and down on that hot fucking dead straight cock of his, the faint fishy smell, the stale sweat and the muskiness of his balls intoxicated me. His foreskin had been well pulled back revealing a round bulbous cock head. Pursing my lips I kissed his piss slit and began to suck out small tangy drops of straight man's piss and pre-cum until the clammy saltiness filled my mouth.

Over the wet slobbering sound of my mouth on his cock I heard Glen takes another deep whiff of the amyl, within seconds his hips humped into my face sending his cock pounding onto my tongue. He grabbed my hand and suddenly I felt my fingers enveloped in the wet spit of his mouth, he sucked on my fingers with the passion and lust that I sucked his dick. With one of my fingers still in his mouth he lent down and his hot breath hit my ear as over and over he exclaimed 'fuckin' beautiful, fucking beautiful', when my finger left his mouth I felt his warm, wide tongue lapping at my ear. The roar of his hot breath had me sucking so hard that cock juice coated the back of his throat and every smell of his crotch was licked away to leave nothing but the warm, tender smell of spit.

With a barely suppressed groan Glen lent back into the couch again, pulling my mouth off his cock. I watched as his two large pink, lightly hairy balls rose up as his hips bucked into the air. With my tongue I trailed down the deep groove in his shaft, until the musky, sweaty balls rubbed across my lips, the smell of chemicals and stale confined men's crotch rose up into my head, with broad strokes of my tongue I bathed those great balls in spit.

Leaning forward my arse rose lewdly into the air as I burrowed my face down into Glen's crotch, with a high pressure suck one of his balls entered my mouth and resting it on my tongue I began to suck all the masculine tastes deep into my throat. Glen's hand slowly pumped his shaft a he writhed in true horniness, his fist lightly hit my nose as he jerked himself off, his other hand rubbed firmly on my back in the a vain effort to reach my upturned arse cheeks. I could tell by the way he moved that he was desperate to rub my arse but at the same time not willing to cause my ball sucking to stop.

Taking his hand from his cock he placed his clammy palm onto my face and shook me, "the floor Anthony... get on the floor".

We both stood up, we slid the coffee table away freeing up some space, the rock hard cock swaying from side to side Glen went to the door and locked it. Turning back to me we faced each other standing and slowly held our stiff cocks shafts, "fucking wild stuff" was all Glen had to say before we sat on the ground facing each other, our legs bent at the knee's we both took in the site of each others crotch, Glen's eyes fixed on the area under my balls and I took in the beautiful hidden groove under his, thinking where that crevice went to I took a quick, small lick of my lips.

Glen lent forward and wrapping his fingers around my jutting stiff cock tentatively gave it a few slow jerks, as he stared down at the piss slit he put pressure onto the top of my shaft until a drop of pre-cum oozed out "it's like high school..." he said almost to himself, "fucking weird...feels like Kevin's... like wanking myself". With his hand still on my cock he leaned across and grabbed the amyl, he was stoned but he'd picked up on how to use amyl, taking two deep sniffs he held the bottle under my nose so I did the same.

"Whoa, lean back... I gotta FUCK... show us ya' hole mate" I lent back, cripping each arse cheek the amyl rushed through me and I wrenched each cheek apart, fucking horny and desperate to show Glen the hole I could offer. He stuck the finger that had been jerking my cock into his mouth, pulled it out, spat on into his palm and and with a wild thrust pumped his middle finger into my arse hole. "Oh yeah, take it...take it" I could feel his finger burrow deep into my bowels and slide around as he checked out the soft, eager muscles of a man's arse.

He slid it in and out as I writhed my hips up to meet his rough fuckin' finger, my arsehole is something I most of the time keep out of sex but the glazed fuckin' horny look on Glen's face made me loosen up and eager. I was going get this hot drug dealer pumping the shit outta' me.

"Get on the couch", he said.

He kept his finger rammed deep up my hole as we clumsily got up, walking over to the couch Glen stayed close behind me all the time continuing to pump at my hole, his hand buried deep between the heavy cheeks of my arse.

I lay back on the couch with my arse hanging over the edge, Glen spat held his palm in front of my face and asked me to spit, the clamminess left by his cock juice made it tough but I eventually got some spit worked up and spiting and dribbling onto his palm it was soon coated.

Reaching down between my arse cheeks he rubbed his palm into my hairy crevice until it was slimy and coated with spit. Roughly and quickly he hoistered my legs into the air, I held them back and stretched my arse cheeks as much as I could, I was fucking desperate and I knew I didn't want some straight guy having trouble finding my hole. With my open arse crack up in the air Glen got down there until his face was maybe six inches from the puckered opening, with quick shot gun spits he coated my hole until the smell of spit and sweat mixed with men's arse crack smells filled the air.

Holding his cock out in front of him he let a long stringy drool of spit fall from his lips onto his rock hard shaft, spiting three times onto his his palm and slathered his shaft in drool and then reached for the amyl bottle.

I was desperate to give this a go and my arse had never felt this eager and open but I knew it was tight so when he handed me the bottle I took the time to inhale deeply four time. Glen did the same.

For a brief second we both looked into each others lust mad faces as the fumes took hold.

With a groan Glen took hold of his cock shaft, I felt his finger jamming into my crevice as he felt for my puckered opening, pushing my hips downward I waited, desperate to feel him plug me.

Suddenly, the firm hard flesh of cock nudged at my hole, when I groaned Glen knew he'd hit the target, leaning forward his cock head nudged at my hole. A searing pain shot through me as my ass stretched to get his cock head into me. For a second, I thought of backing out, but another wave of amyl hit me and I could tell by Glen's face that there was no going back now.

My arse ring contracted slightly as as his cock head entered my hole, the pain was still intense but the look on Glen's face and the thought of having straight men's cock up my arse made it worth it. "Fuck it man"

That's all he needed, his hips moved forward as his cock slid into my arse, I could feel into pushing bowel muscles, as it pounded my guts, with slow jerking thrusts his dick sunk deeper and deeper. I took another whiff of the amyl he waived under my nose and the final inch of his cock stretched my hole wider than I'd known possible, the burning sear ripped into me but the fucking domination of this man's cock was something I was willing to take.

Glen's course pubic hairs rubbed at the walls of my arse cheeks as he pumped and pumped deep into my arse. I reached around and grabbed each one of his clammy sweaty hips and pulled him into me.

Glen ground his hips into me, writhing like some fucking dogs sweat poured from our foreheads. When Glenn had got a rooting, fuck rhythm going, he reached for my cock and started to pump it in time with his thrusts. He gasped out, "we're gonna' blow together mate."

I reached round and caressed his arse cheeks as he pumped at my cock all the while pounding my guts, the smell of sweat and arse crack was thick in the hot, warm air of the room. He pumped and pumped at my hole. My fingers slid up and down his sweaty clammy arse cheeks and his hand pummeled at my cock. I was close to blowing, so I panted out, "I'm gonna' blow man."

"Huh...huh...huh...." Glen was close, I could feel my balls contract ready to explode any second now. Glenn's balls felt small and tight as they pounded against my ass. Then he bellowed out a, Oh wow yeah."

Glen wrenched his cock from my hole, gripped the slimy shaft and pumped it all the while pumping at my cock. In unison huge white ribbons of white cum shot out of our piss slits, jizz splattered against my chin as Glen's spewing cock unloaded onto my chest. Holding my cock into the air a ribbon of jizz landed just below Glen's nipple and slowly mixed with the drops of sweat coating his body and ran down to his heaving stomach.

Sweat drenched, our cum splattered chest heaved in slow satisfied breaths...with cocks slowly going flaccid the last drops of fluid oozed out onto the couch. The gamey smell of our arses hung in the air and our heads hummed slightly from the amyl. Glen slowly packed another bong, handing it to me he lit the cone with an amused good-natured smirk creeping onto his face.

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