Fucking My Hot Neighbour

Every now and then, I get the house to myself and I just laze around the whole time. Sometimes this coincides with when my neighbour, 25 year old Craig Landon does his gardening, and the day would get infinitly better. Craig was just incredible. His arm muscles were large, but not freakishly large (pretty close, though). He had an impressive six-pack and pecs to die for, chiseled to perfection. The best part was that, in today's summer heat, he did his gardening shirtless. So whenever I had an empty house and his lawn needed a good mow, I would sit near my living room behind the mesh curtain and watch him go, a perfect view with complete invisibility.

Today, Craig left his house wearing a tight pair of jeans fastened with a leather belt and nothing else. His red underwear's band was visible over the belt. I watched him as he pushed his lawnmower across the grass, wiping the sweat off his brow... when he started tending to his plants I sat up a little straighter. He bent over to check on them, and I watched his perfect ass stick up into the air. I liked to imagine he did that because he was desperate to get pounded up in there...

Craig got up and looked through his garage. He must've been searching for one of his tools or something, because he kept taking things off shelves and away from piles, still looking annoyed. Finally, he dropped everything and stood there with his hands on his hips, thinking about what to do. Then, he turned and made his way towards my house. I panicked and jumped back from the window, just in case he could see me. He was up to my front lawn now. Was he coming to talk to me? Had he seen me? No, no this wasn't out of the ordinary at all. He's just a neighbour.

Ding-dong. Craig was at my front door. I reached into my pants and tried my best to hide my moderately visible erection and opened the door. Craig looked even better up close. I could see his faint chesthair, the contours of his muscles...

"Hey, I'm Craig Landon. I live across the road from you?" he said.

"Yeah, I think I've seen you around sometimes," I answer. What could he possibly want from me?

"I was trying to do a bit of work on the plants out the front of my house, but I think I lent my friend my only pair of clippers. Do you have a pair?"

"Probably, I'll just go check the shed," I say, and lead him to the garage door, opening it up and looking through the tools. I find a pair of clippers and hand them to him.

"Thanks, mate," he says.

"No problem, you need any help with it?"

"Sure, I could use an extra pair o' hands."

So we went back to his yard and resumed work. We clipped his bushes, cleaned up all the leaves, weeded everything... I still had to hide how excited I was at being so close to him working. Once, he was kneeling right next to me, and we could barely move without touching. After a good hour or so of work, Craig looked around and said it was all good. He had grass and mudstains all over his jeans.

"Thanks for that, mate," he said. "You want a drink or somethin'? Gettin' pretty hot out here." I accept his invitation and follow him into his house, watching his ass as he pretty much sauntered inside. He went into the kitchen while I sat down on his couch. He had some pretty sweet stuff, a huge TV, a few armchairs. There were clothes strewn over the place, though, and a basket of clean clothes lay on the floor forgotten. He came back with two cans of coke and tossed one over to me. I caught it and opened it instantly, guzzling it down. When I had finished, I tried making conversation.

"Your jeans are looking pretty much ruined," I say. He looks down and wipes the stains, as if he could get them off.

"No big deal, I've got another pair somewhere around here..." He got up and went over to the clothes basket, pulling out a pair of shorts. Just like that, he started unzipping his jeans to put them on there. I subdued my rush of excitement and tried to discreetly cover my pants. Craig slipped out of his jeans and stood there, a few feet away from me, in nothing but his red underwear.

"Ah, shit. This pair's torn," he said, and threw the shorts in another pile. He turned around and surveyed the room, looking for something else to wear. I couldn't help just looking at his crotch, the shape of his package. It was pretty big, filling the material nicely. It was a moment before I realised it might be weird if I stayed silent, but Craig spoke first.

"You don't mind if I can't be fucked, do you?"

"No..." I said. I was sure he knew I was staring now, so when he sat down and stretched his legs out I finally looked back up at him. He was watching me, almost intently.

"You likin' whatcha see?" he asked me. His tone was almost playful, so I wasn't sure if he was annoyed about it or... enjoying it.

"'s not bad," I say. He scoffs and stands up.

"Not bad?" he says. "Now we both know you reckon more than that."

True. I did think more than that. But I was a little too preoccupied with concealing my massive boner to dwell on it too much. Until I saw his package starting to grow more defined in his red underwear.

"Looks to me like you're likin' it that I like it" I say, gesturing to his crotch. I realise, too late, that I used the arm I was using to cover up my crotch. The darting of his eyes told me he noticed.

"I'm pretty sure you're gettin' just as excited, too..." he says to me in a low voice. I stand up and shuffle closer to him, as if I was sizing him up. He walked closer too, letting his hands rest on his hips. I reach out and cup his package in my hand. I gently moulded it in my hand, feeling his balls through the material. His arm reaches to my side and gently moves me in closer. I look into his eyes as I feel his other hand feeling my crotch as I was his and we kiss. I run my tounge over his teeth and cheek, letting him reach into my pants and feel my hard cock in his hand. I reach into his underwear and navigate past his pubic hair to find his rapidly stiffening dick to hold, too. We start to jerk each other off, continuing to kiss and feel each other's bodies. I ran my hand over his slippery muscles and pecs, even into the back of his underwear to grip his ass.

Within minutes Craig had moved down to my crotch, ripped off my pants and had got to work on my cock. He licked, sucked and darted his head back and forth like he'd been doing it all his life, and I stood there pushing his head further in, enjoying every second of it. He started to growl like an animal, relishing my meat in his face. It got me so hot I felt I was going to cum in his mouth, but I managed to stave off my shooting for another few minutes. Soon, Craig had to take a break for air, and sat down on his couch. I got up above him and, holding onto the top of the couch for balance, started thrusting my cock back into his mouth. He held onto my thighs as I worked, occasionally looking down to watch his face get attacked by my cock. After a few minutes, I craved more.

I pulled out of Craig's face and stepped back on the couch. I leaned in to kiss him one more time before he turned over. Craig rested his head on the arm of the couch and let his arm fall over the side. I lifted his leg up to expose and stretch his asscheeks, got into position and guided my cock into his hole. I felt my head push past his hole and Craig growled again, like a lion being pleasured with a good feed. I held onto his shoulder with my other arm as he jacked off with his free hand. I started pushing deeper and deeper, all the while his groans got louder and more out of breath. I pumped faster into him, making us both groan and growl like wild animals.

For ten minutes I fucked him, thrusting my meat deep inside him before I wanted a new position. Seemingly reading my mind, Craig sat up when I finally pulled out of him. I lay back onto the couch and pulled him over me, and Craig understood, guiding his ass over my cock. He sat down slowly and started riding it like a cowboy on a horse. I jacked him off as I watched him move up and down, all the while looking down on me with a look of intense lust. A few minutes passed and he descended onto me, letting me take over the work of thrusting up into him as he lay over me, kissing and sucking my neck. I pushed his face up and started sucking and nibbling his pecs, pushing into him harder and harder. He groaned louder as I pushed into him, finally growling to me through his panting,

"Rrrg, I'm fucking cumming..."

I turned with him up to a sitting position, letting him ride my cock again, jacking off as hard as he could until he came at last with a long and sounding growl, shooting his load all over his table. As he finished I pushed him forward until he was leaning on the table, and I gripped his shoulders to fuck him as hard as I could. It took another five minutes before I came as well, firing my load directly into his ass. I continued to thrust until I was sure I had no come left in my body before sitting back down onto the couch.

We panted for a few minutes before getting dressed again (well, I did at least, Craig could only put on his underwear) and headed for the door. Before I closed the door I turned and told him,

"I'd come over again sometime, if you'd like."

"Sure," he said.