*This is a work of fiction, though based on real situations. All characters are over the age of 18.*
[Read Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/1djepyz/the_neighbors_son/)
**PART 2**
“He more than knows,” Ethan murmurs, referring to my husband, Brett, “he suggested it. Something about an extra-special birthday present?” He leans in so his mouth is right by my ear and whispers huskily, “Don’t you think I’m extra-special, Jason?” His tongue lashes out at my earlobe, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes.
Ethan’s mouth is hot against my neck, moving steadily up my jawline until he captures my lower lip with his teeth and gives a gentle tug. His tongue dives into my mouth and I suck on it hungrily, my hands moving on his smooth skin, exploring the impossibly defined muscles of his arms, his chest, his back. I’ve never felt anything like it, having always gone for hairy men like Brett, and I realize I might have unnecessarily limited myself. I’m used to the delicious friction of body hair on a man, but with Ethan it’s all smooth skin, now dotted with a light sheen of sweat. I want to touch him everywhere. And I will.
I murmur a small prayer of thanks to my husband and life-partner of 25 years.
Ethan steps back and I instantly miss the feel of his body against mine. But his hands pull me into a standing position and starts leading me to the back of the house. “I’m assuming your bedroom must be somewhere back here, right?” His mischievous grin makes my blood boil with desire. This kid…not a kid, man…this man is wicked in all the very best ways.
Do I really want to cheat on my husband for the first time ever in our marriage bed? I mean, Brett obviously wants this to happen, but will he be OK with that particular location? Suddenly, Ethan pushes me firmly back and I fall onto the bed. The bed that I’ve only shared with my husband…and of course our dog, who is thankfully out this evening, spending time with friends who recently lost their dog. Wait…Brett arranged for that too… How long has he been planning this? Shit…
Before I can go down any more rabbit holes, Ethan is straddling my hips, grinding his full, muscular ass against my painful erection. He grabs the bottom of my shirt and starts lifting it up my torso. I raise myself up so he can pull it over my head, tossing it aside before pushing me forcefully down onto the mattress. His hands are on my pecs, running his fingers through the thick coating of hair, tugging almost painfully. “God, I love your fur…so sexy,” he murmurs reverently.
He leans over to lick through the hair before enveloping one of my nipples in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the nub before he gently bites down. I let out a loud gasp and clutch his broad shoulders in passion. “That’s it, Daddy. Moan for me.” He chuckles, then gives the other nipple the same attention (and earning the same reaction) before returning to my mouth, all the while continuing a grinding motion with his hips that’s driving me wild.
I want to devour him, but it turns out he has other plans. Very dominant plans.
Ethan sits up again, one hand behind his head in a wonton display that might seem silly in another situation but is absolutely having the desired effect on me. He is a siren calling me to crash against the cliffs. And I’m totally OK with that. My hands come to his impossibly slender waist – this is a boy’s waist attached to a body that is very much a man’s. I need to see him completely naked, so bring my trembling fingers to the fly of his board shorts. He grins down at me as I fumble with the string holding them closed. I eventually get it undone and begin loosening the rest of the lacing. I’m met with a sexy patch of black hair – the first I’ve seen on his smooth body besides a light dusting under his arms – and I pull him forward while raising my head up to breathe in his intoxicating, musky scent. I groan…and the little shit chuckles again.
He knows how much I want him. How much I need this, a sexual intimacy that has become so infrequent in my marriage.
I can’t do any more with his shorts while he’s kneeling over me, so he swings a leg off the side of the bed to stand and they fall down his slender hips and onto the floor. His dick, finally released, swings up at full mast and I gasp. I’m a modest 5”, and my husband Brett is a very respectable 6.5”. But Ethan puts us both to shame with a beautiful, thick, cut cock that has to be 8”, rising majestically above large, smooth balls pulled tight against his body. Fuck…that is going to hurt…so good. I have to admit that I’m a sucker for muscular legs, and Ethan doesn’t disappoint there either, with thick thighs tapering to solid calves, all dusted with a fine coating of dark hair. He’s not super-tall – maybe 5’10 – but damn this boy/man is perfection!
There is something about outdoor activities here in Hawaii – surfing, paddle boarding, etc. – that does more than any gym workout can do, and clearly Ethan hasn’t been avoiding any of those activities. Jesus. If his cock wasn’t hard as iron while he’s looking at me, and literally drooling precum onto the floor, I would have curled up in shame. I mean, I keep myself in pretty good shape, especially ‘for someone your age’ (as doctors start telling you after 45…the smarmy shits). But Ethan is like a fucking Greek statue, albeit with a caramel skin tone that only enhances his beauty to me. He simply takes my breath away.
Apparently I had frozen, as he chuckles, “Do you want to just stare, or can we play?” Yeah, let’s definitely play, Ethan.
He deftly removes my own shorts, and before I know it he’s once again straddling me. But this time, my achingly hard cock is nestled firmly between his bare, muscular butt cheeks. His slight grinding motion make me thinks he wants to ride my dick, but I’m always the bottom. OK, I’ve topped Brett a few times, and there was a guy before him. But Ethan is driving me insane enough to imagine pummeling his ass. He keeps up the motion. Fine, as long as he returns the favor!
He lowers himself to lie fully on top of me, with his huge cock pressed between our bellies and mine poking between his legs. The friction is crazy good, as is the feel of his tongue trying to lick my tonsils. Damn this man can kiss! He starts moving his mouth down my body, once again nipping at my earlobe and then my nipples before diving his tongue into my belly button. I did not know that was an erogenous zone for me…I do now.
Kneeling between my hairy legs, which he’s gradually forced apart, he stops to just stare at my hard, pulsing cock. I’m often a bit self-conscious about my size, and more so now because he’s hung like a fucking horse. But Ethan is gazing at my dick greedily, and when his mouth engulfs my entire shaft in one go, all thoughts of size are driven from my brain. Fuck he’s good…and so eager. I can only groan as he plays me like a fiddle, quickly bringing me to the precipice then dancing away, over and over again until I’m muttering gibberish and probably drooling.
He looks up with a grin, “Are you enjoying this, Daddy?” I can only moan in reply. “Good, because I’m just getting started. Your dick is perfect!” And he dives back in. I need more, and desperately want to make him feel good too, so I gently tug on his shoulder, indicating he should straddle me in a 69 position, and he eagerly complies. I now have the largest cock I’ve ever seen in-person hanging over my face and I am not about to waste this opportunity. He’s so hard, the tip is touching his 8-pack abs (ah, youth!), and I nearly need a crowbar to get it angled properly. But the slight effort is worth the reward as I get my first taste of the sweet nectar streaming out of the tip of his beautiful cock. I swirl my tongue around the tip, sucking all his precum onto my tongue before swallowing it down. I’m rewarded with a groan from him as he redoubles his efforts of my own cock.
My hands are now firmly planted on his rock-hard glutes, kneading the firm muscles hard enough to leave marks. Brett has never been interested in ass-play on his end (apologies for the pun…), although he loved eating me out in the early years of our relationship. But I absolutely have to taste Ethan. I wiggle forward a bit, with only slight sounds of protest from him, until I’m able to line up my mouth with his entrance. At first, I can only stare at the smooth perfection that is his ass. Cue Greek statue reference again.
His bright pink taint is winking enticingly, and I can almost see Ethan smirking at me again. I waste no more time and place my first, tentative kiss on his hole, pulling another moan from us both. It’s like I’ve never eaten before, and everything delicious in the world is waiting for me. Ravenous, I dive in, alternating broad swipes with the flat of my tongue and deep piercings with the tip.
Suddenly, his mouth has left my cock as he sits up, planting his gorgeous ass on my face. I’m in heaven, and apparently he is too. “Oh my god, Daddy, that feels so good! Stick it in deeper. Ah, that’s it!” He’s moaning non-stop now and bouncing up and down on my tongue. I may suffocate, but I’d die a very happy man. (Though I guess the obituary would be an embarrassing one for Brett to write. But again, he only has himself to blame for my current situation. I have never loved that man more!)
Ethan eventually remembers my dick and bends down to take it again into his hungry mouth, but he keeps up the pressure with his ass glued to my face. My tongue is buried so deep my teeth are scraping at the sensitive flesh around his hole, but that only seems to drive him crazier. I add a finger, then two, opening up his beautiful pink rose even more. When I’ve engaged two fingers from each hand, plus my tongue in the middle, he cries out, “Daddy, I need you to fuck me now!” Remember when I said early than I’m pretty much strictly a bottom? Ethan is making a convincing argument against yet another lifelong assumption of mine.
He quickly flips around so he’s facing me to straddle my drooling cock. Sitting up, he reaches behind his waist and lines me up with his entrance. “Wait…I don’t have any condoms. Brett and I haven’t used them in years because…” Because up until just now, we’ve been monogamous. Shit. But Ethan replies forcefully, “I’m on PrEP and I know from Brett you are cleaner than clean, so I’m sitting on your cock now, Daddy!” Wait, Brett told him WHAT exactly? But I don’t have time to think anymore as he seats himself fully on my erection in one smooth motion. We moan in unison as my cock is engulfed in the unimaginable heat and tightness of Ethan’s ass.
I roughly pull him down into an embrace, my kiss hard enough that our teeth scape together. Ethan pushes himself back up and starts grinding against my pelvis, sending shockwaves through my entire body. My hands roam all over his perfect body, up to broad shoulders, tracing the prominent vein that runs down both bulging biceps, over the hard planes of his chest until I latch onto each nipple and tug harder than I had intended. Instead of wincing at the pain, he moans loudly and a small spurt of precum spills from his cock. So, I do that again and again until he’s panting hard and bouncing up and down on my cock. I trail one hand down over his ripped abdomen…I could get lost in just that part of his amazing body…until I can wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, playing it like a joystick.
With one hand pulling hard on his nipple and the other firmly stroking up and down the full length of his 8” cock, I feel his ass start to spasm around my cock. He speeds up his movements, bouncing up and down at a frenzied pace that has the box springs screaming in protest and has me quickly approaching a mind-blowing orgasm. His gyrations are relentless, and I do my best to match my stokes to his cock, now with both hands. My hips involuntarily join the fray, pushing up hard as he crashes down, creating a loud slapping noise.
His eyes lock onto mine with an intensity I’ve never witnessed, as he shouts, “Oh fuck, Jason. I’m going to cum. Daddy…please don’t stop. Don’t stop!” His cock swells impossibly larger as jet after jet of his hot cum spews forth, the first volley flying over my head, the next hitting my forehead, then my mouth, and finally numerous shots over my hairy chest and tummy. That sends me over the edge, and I feel my dick swell before firing a huge load up Ethan’s ass, which has not stopped squeezing me even after his orgasm subsided.
His movements continue until I finally have to make him stop. I’m just too sensitive. Beaming at me with a smug satisfaction, he collapses onto my sticky torso, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss before nuzzling my neck. We both continue to spasm for a few more minutes until all the tension drains from our bodies. My arms wrap around him in a fierce hug, not wanting this moment to end.
“That was fucking amazing, Ethan,” I whisper hoarsely. Instead of the ceiling, I swear I’m staring up at a starry sky. “I have never experienced anything that powerful. Fuck…thank you. And thank Brett. That was absolutely the best birthday present I’ve ever had.”
He raises up, supporting his weight on his hands, his smile once again an amused smirk. The position has brought the definition of his ripped arm muscles into bold relief. I can’t resist, allowing my hands to stroke up and down, wanting to remember the feel of this sexy man.
“You make it sound like we’re done here, Daddy.” I stammer incoherently…what does he mean? “Do you think I’m leaving this room without fucking you senseless? This was a delicious appetizer, but I’m here through the main course and dessert.” At least he has the good grace to blush at that corny metaphor, but the knowing smirk remains. He glances quickly at the bedside clock. “We still have a good two hours before your husband gets home. A very good two hours. Come shower with me and we’ll start on round two. You’re gonna really love round two…” His mouth crushes on mine again, his strong tongue darting in forcefully.
I’m not sure I can last through a round two, much less three… But what’s a guy to do? Certainly not say no to someone this hot. Fuck me…please…
*To be lustily continued*