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In return we tended to scrutinize everything in return. Dragged his garbage cans across our lawn, revving his motor. It just wasn’t healthy for either party. Personally, I think it all extends from the fact the Chad and I are a gay couple and Jim has a deep seated problems with gays around him.

This situation however is just a time bomb waiting for the right fuse which will cause it to explode unless we sit down and resolve some differences. So after a long discussion, and an even longer make out session, Chad and I came to the decision that we needed to be the bigger men and invite Jim for a sit down discussion to get all these problems out in the open so we can start to diffuse this mess.

Now the one thing about all this is how we perceive our rough neck neighbor. You see he comes across as a bit redneck with his appearance and his image isn’t helped by his plethora of tattoos and his wardrobe of wife beaters, jeans and bottles of beer. He may be upset by gay men being around him, but he himself is a walking spank bag for many queer fantasies.

And throw in there that I haven’t seen a woman darken his doorstep in the six weeks we’ve been neighbors, and you can see where his testosterone level might be clouding his judgments a bit. So with that in mind, the following evening as I was returning home from work, I made a short stop at his front door.

To say he was brusque would be an understatement. He wasn’t happy to see me as he probably figured I was there to bitch about something, but when I explained that the purpose of the meeting was to invite him over tomorrow night for beers and a chance to get to know each other better, he was even more cautious. I told him that I thought we all had gotten off to a bad start, and I wanted to try again as we were going to be neighbors and be seeing a lot more of each other. He agreed that maybe something good might come from this and agreed to a discussion, but he was bringing his own beer as he didn’t like all those fancy special lagers that gay guys would drink.

Yes, we had a hell of a mountain to climb together.

The following night, Jim knocked on our door at seven and we invited him in. He had a twelve pack of Bud bottles and a wary look on his face. I told him to relax as no one was going to get heated tonight. This was a place of peace.

He entered and took a seat on our couch. I sat in our recliner and Chad took the seat next to Jim on the couch. Of course things were already off to a rough start as Jim was dressed in a very revealing wife beater, his go to wardrobe around the home and gave him an unfair advantage as he was elevated to a dominant status even though he wasn’t aware of it. Unfortunately, Chad and I were both slightly aroused about this feature of our neighbor.

We got the discussion started by airing the multitude of petty grievances we each had and then stepped back and looked at what the real issue was. Neither side really gave two shits about who listened to what music or whether someone accidentally made divot in the neighbors yard. Thats all just crap. What the real issues were, were that Jim felt uncomfortable with fags living next door to him and what his buds were saying. We were just as bad as we were lashing out at the years of the hate speech thrown at us by redneck guys who felt their masculinity threatened by us.

Jim took a big drink and just sat there and thought about it. Then he said that for a fruit. I sure had a pretty solid head on my shoulder. He admitted that he had been getting it pretty hard from his buds especially since he and his girl gad been on the outs after he tried to sneak a stab at her asshole and she went apeshit. She accused him of being gay since he was trying that fag shit with her and hasn’t returned his calls in weeks.

I told him that anal sex isn’t a gay thing but we sure make it look good. Lots of guys get into it. Women too.

He hit his beer again and said that I got that right. Then I added that I needed to apologize for judging Jim before he got the chance to be himself to me. I assumed that he was going to be just another small minded trailer trash goon who only had two purposes for gays… fuck them or beat them.

He took a bit of affront to that and asked me how I had such a low estimation of him. I explained that he carried himself in that self assured swagger and his wardrobe of the wife beater showing off the broad sexy chest adorned with the tattoos. You really are a walking venus fly trap. One that we gay men have learned to look at but don’t go near because it always ends with getting hurt.

Jim finished his Bud and popped another as he sat in silence and took everything in. This was new for me as normally the kind of guys I’ve dealt with before usually lashed out and ugliness purveyed the situation.

After a brief moment of silence, Jim spoke. He asked if I really thought he was attractive as all that? Thinking that this was a good time to be honest, I told him that he was like the tiger in the zoo. Awesome and majestic but you never went into the cage to give it a pet. He chuckled and turned to Chad and asked him if he felt the same way?

Up until now, my husband had been a quiet member of the discussion but given his chance to speak, he very eloquently said that if he were single he would fpdefinitely risk bodily harm for a chance to get to explore you.

Well, I was floored. I never knew Chad to be so bold but there it was. Jim just looked at him then smiled. Then he said that he liked Chad. He didn’t give a bunch of flowery words and shit to get his point across. And he’s handsome as well. Bet you give some amazing head and judging by that bubble ass of yours, you can probably take any cock up your hole. Am I right?

I didn’t like how this conversation just veered way off tangent and I said that this was inappropriate. Jim turned back to me and said that me speaking without permission was the only thing inappropriate. Then he turned back to Chad and repeated his question about how much of a sexual slut he was.

Chad just blushed from the question and Jim told him that he was glad he decided to come to this meeting. How about you show Daddy Jim how turned on you are to his sexy body, boy? Go ahead, work on my nips, boy!

Chad never even looked at me as he leaned over on the couch and started nursing and chewing on the exposed nipples. Jim groaned as he leaned his head back and pulled my man into his chest. As he sucked and licked the colorful chest, Jim raised his arm and I watched Chad lick his way over to the pit as well. He was lost in his sub fantasy as he was being directed to be the neighbor’s fuck bitch.

Jim turned to me as Chad was pigging out in his arm pit and told me that he thought there might be a chance yet that we could be good neighbors. However, he needed to make sure that this slut can truly handle a man. If I wanted to give this a chance it would be best that I just fucking sit there and shut up so my man could do his job without my unnecessary distractions.

With that he turned back to Chad and lowered his arm to his crotch as he opened his pants up and pulled out a long thick cock that seems to run rampant among the redneck men. It had to have been seven inches and it was still soft as it hung over his fly. He told Chad that he wanted to see what he could do with it.

The next thing I knew, my man was face down in his lap licking his big dangling balls as he lowered the jeans off the hairy legs freeing his new alpha buddy to be comfortable as he started licking all the days sweat off the balls and cock. It was a sight to watch as that tongue licked against the thickening shaft and then back down to give the balls a luxurious spit bath. Jim moaned when Chad lifted the balk sack up and began to focus on his taint and hole. I don’t think Jim had experienced that before, but I guarantee by his reaction it wasn’t going to be his last time.

When Chad finished rimming him, he lowered the heavy balls back down and a fucking rod smacked him across his left cheek. Holy fuck, Jim was not only a shower, he was a grower as well. It was ten inches and was throbbing like a monster from hell. Chad licked lightly up the shaft until he reached the head where he did a tongue dance around the Corona before he capped it with his full lips. As he slid his mouth down over it, I watched his cheeks hollow out as he started applying his magical suction to the cock. Jim took another swig as enjoyed my husband’s oral talents.

After Chad blew him for a few minutes, Jim asked him if he was as good as he heard fags were when it came to sucking? Can he deep throat? I’ve had a few bitches try it, but I had to promise expensive jewelry and shit to get anywhere with them. Show me what you got handsome!

Chad looked up into his eyes as he started lifting his lips and sliding the thick shaft in. He took a couple inches in then repeated the process. He magically swallowed more of that rod until his nose was buried in the thick salt and pepper bush at the base of Jim’s cock. Jim took another drink as sighed and said that was what deep throat is supposed to feel like. Shit !

Chad then pulled off the pecker slowly and I could hear Chad taking a big breath through his nose before he reversed direction and swallowed it whole again. Yeah he got his throat opened up. Jim was in for a treat. I almost said something but remembered that I wasn’t supposed to distract, so I just sat there rubbing my crotch. Meanwhile Jim had gone full throttle with all the sensations he was experiencing and began to ride my baby’s face as he started fucking it, slowly at first then built up to a fucking piston. I could hear Chad sputter but Jim was focused on getting his nut.

In another minute, Jim started cussing loudly and I looked over to see his dangly balls draw up. He pushed forward as he wrapped his hands around Chad’s head and through gritted teeth I heard him announce he was coming. It mustve have been a while since he came because I don’t think I’ve ever seen cum shoot out someone’s nose before.

He came for about twenty seconds straight before he finally withdrew from Chad’s throat and I saw my man taking big gulping breaths around the cock still in his mouth. A minute later, Chad was finally free to clean up his cum covered face and nose, while Jim sat there with a big grin on his face.

Looking at me Jim said he was glad I decided to have this meeting. I agree. We mightve gotten off to a bad start and I certainly didn’t give you boys the chance I should’ve. Now we’re heading towards a much more pleasant coexistence. Just have one more thing to check out to ensure that this relationship will work. I hope you boys have some lube because I’ve tried and I’m just too fucking big to go in dry. Even with spit.

Is it in the bedroom? Good. Sexy boy can get it when we go upstairs. No no, you don’t need to be there for that. I’m pretty sure he and I can figure out everything okay. You just your nosy ass down here and clean up. I see three beer bottles that need to be discarded. If I see that, then there’s no telling what I’m not seeing. You get this straightened up and ill get things opened up. Yep, I think you’re gonna be my new best friend. You know, the friend who has the greatest things to borrow. Mower. Shovel. Fucktoy.

Thats when he offered to give us a ride if we chipped in on the gas. He said he and his nephew, Brock, were heading down this Saturday and Ken and I were welcome to ride with them in his Dualie. I said I'd bring it up with Ken and get back to him.

That night during dinner I floated the idea past Ken and he said that that sounded like a great idea. We can sure afford the gas money more than we can taking the truck into the garage, and this will allow us a little more time to save up for its repair. So I told Donnie if the offer still stood, we'd accept. He was excited and told me that he and Brock would be by this Saturday morning at eight to pick us up.

Well Saturday morning found Ken and me ready with a cooler waiting for Donnie and the two hour ride to the state fairgrounds. When he got there, I was surprised to just see Donnie in the front bench. As I helped Ken get into the back seat, we found Brock sitting behind his uncle on one of the rear seats. I said that im sure Brock would rather sit up front if he wants. We don't mind sharing the back seat.

Donnie said that he wanted to sit in the back. Besides, I'd rather have you watching the directions. That boy would starve if the only way to find the fridge was by following computer generated directions. Lol. No, why dont you sit up front and be my guide here while the boys get to know each other back there?

I looked at Ken who just shrugged his shoulders as he climbed up into the back seats and took his place beside the muscular twenty something sitting behind his uncle. Brock was a real eyeful, I must give him that. He had a developed chest which he was proudly showing off with his wife beater and I could see the petulant scowl on his face of an alpha in the making. Yeah I was already having second thoughts about this trip. If it weren't for the fact that I promised Ken a day of fun at the fair I would've bailed at that moment.

I climbed into the navigator seat and once we were stowed, we were on our way. It was awkward silence for the first few minutes before I heard Ken ask Brock what he did for a living. With an incredibly deep voice he replied that he worked on a few of the farms by his family's house. He was saving up to get a place of his own so he didn't have to sneak any hot pieces of ass through his bedroom window any more. Sure its worth the trouble, but sometimes those bitches don't have a clue as to what they're doing with a nine inch cock like mine. They just look at it and kiss it like thats gonna do something for me. Bitch, get your mouth on it and suck! Right?

The truck crowd laughed at his refreshing sense of humor. Then he asked Ken if he and I were a married pair of fage like his uncle Donnie told him? Donnie gave him a reprimand but Ken took it in stride. He replied that he and I were indeed a couple and gad been for ten years now. This seemed to pique his interest as he asked which was the guy in the relationship.

Donnie rolled his eyes as he looked at me, but Ken and I were used to this kind of question. He replied to Brock that we both were, but typically I was the more dominant and he chose to rake the submissive role. This seemed to quell Brock's desire for information as the truck settled into quiet.

A few minutes later, Donnie asked me to find some music on the radio so I began trying to tune in a good station for country music. As I was diddling about around the 96 to 98 area of the dial, I noticed some motion over my shoulder. I glanced quickly and saw Brock was rubbing the front of his jeans. I lifted my eyes and saw he was staring directly at Ken. I looked up into the mirror and saw Ken was staring back at Brock. As I was processing this, Donnie asked me how that radio was coming along. I dialed into some classic country and George Strait came through the speakers.

As I sat back in my seat I was suddenly keyed into the action going on in the back seat. I heard the unmistakable low voice of Brock muttering go ahead. I turned to look back but Donnie asked me some questions about the upcoming interchange. By the time I got the directions squared away and I could steal a good look into the back seat, Brock was resting with his head buried into his back rest and a grin plastered across his face.

When Travis Tritt started singing about his quarter, I could hear Brock humming along from the back seat as there was no mistaking that deep voice. He seemed to have developed a much more congenial attitude as this guy was a lot more light hearted than the take no prisoner type that greeted us the first part of the trip. I turned to ask him if he had thought about where he might want to put down roots and thats when I got a big surprise. As I looked over the bench I saw Ken with both his hands holding the biggest fucking cock I had ever seen on a man. He wasn't joking about having a nine incher. And that fucker was thick around, like a can of energy drink. Oh, and it was uncut too, as evidenced by the ample foreskin on the end of it. Brock was just moaning along about calling someone who cares as my honey was busy stroking that massive cock in the back seat.

My initial reaction was to gasp which brought Brock out of his reverie from the skilled hand job he was receiving. He looked at me and grinned. Then he told me that my boy had really soft hands. Feels fucking amazing. Bet his mouth is great too! How about it, fag? Ready to give those fuck me lips a little work out? When Uncle Donnie said he had a couple fags for the trip, I was already envisioning getting some top notch head. Dont disappoint me now! Ken didn't even look at me as he lowered his head into Brock's lap and kissed the hooded viper before running his extended tongue up and down the thick shaft.

As Ken reached the tip again his lips encompassed the foreskin and began sucking on it while running his tongue among the many folds of sensitive skin. I heard a deep rumbling of 'Oh fuck, yeah!'

Donnie asked me what the story was on the interchange we were coming up on and I spent the next few minutes getting my bearings on the map directions. When I successfully got us onto the final stretch of highway, I was reminded of the activity in the back seat by Brock repeatedly moaning deeper. I looked back to see those muscular arms forcing Ken face first into his trimmed pubes. I wasn't seeing much of that huge pole which took me a moment to realize that Ken must be deep throating that fucking huge cock. I was instantly turned on by my baby doing such a bestial activity for such a rampant brute as those hands grabbed his brown hair and forced him to swallow that cock again and again.

As Reba was singing about 'do you love him' my baby was far exceeding any skills I ever knew he had. The amazing thing was how little he was gagging. I guess I had a resource I was woefully under utilizing! Brock was not, though. He was riding my man's face like it was a rodeo event. And he was definitely winning.

As we got off the freeway and I line to park at the fairgrounds, Donnie hollered back to Brock he needed to wrap things up as we were almost there. A low voice rumbled that he was on it and as if he had flipped a switch, he told Ken to get ready for his reward for a job very well done. Then a couple grunts as Brock pushed down once more on Ken's head as he flooded my man's mouth. He eased his grip up a bit as he filled my husband's mouth and I could see Ken frantically swallowing. He mustve shot at least ten times, as only the very young and true studs can do.

We rolled the windows down to relieve the air of the smell of sex in the truck and we could hear the noise of the rides and the crowd as we pulled into the parking lot. I saw Ken wiping his messy face on one of the towels we had packed. As we finally got to our parking spot, I could see we were heading for a long walk in. As we got out, Brock told his uncle that we could go ahead and he and Ken would catch up to us inside. He had one more thing to do before he was ready to get out of the truck.

Donnie just looked at him with disbelief. Brock grinned and said if he left this fag with only a load of Brock juice down his gullet, he was gonna be top heavy and likely to fall over. I just need to plant a second load up his lower end to even out the load. Its for his benefit. You said I should be thinking about other people more, Unc. Im just thinking about him after he gave me such incredible head on that long ride here.

My sister is out of town for two weeks “on business” and had just flown out last night when Jake called me.

“Hey, Jake,” I answered his call.

“Hey, Payton,” he cheerfully replied. “How are you?”

“Good, man,” I said. “Just enjoying a quiet Saturday morning by myself since Kara took the kids to her parent’s lake house for the week. What are you up?”

“Holy shit,” he said loudly. “We’re both on our own this weekend? Come over and hang out.”

“I’m kind of enjoying my alone time right now,” I replied as I looked at the porn on my laptop and held my hard cock in my hand.

“Stop jacking off and come hang out,” he laughed knowing me too well. “I’ve started a new massage business and I want to practice on you.”

“Fuck, Payton,” I mumbled. “Do you really think that’s a good idea with … well, you know.”

“Jake, that was before your sister and I even got married,” Payton said. “Besides, you have two kids now, so you’re obviously hitting it pretty regularly.”

While I did have two daughters under five, the sex between me and my wife was non-existent. I spent a lot of time in my basement man cave watching porn and beating off. And lately, I’ve been exclusively watching gay porn. Payton and I were both bi and had previously fucked a good bit when he and my sister first started dating. I wasn’t proud of it and had abruptly ended things after one of our fuck sessions at a motel. The guilt was too much for me to take, but the chemistry and the sex with Payton was the most intense relationship I’d ever experienced.

“I don’t know,” I continued. “If you promise to keep it professional then I’ll give it a try.”

I knew in my head that Payton wouldn’t keep it professional, but I was so worked up watching a hot guy slam his cock in and out of a jock’s hole on my screen that I gave in.

“Awesome,” Payton said excitedly. “Just make sure you give yourself a good shower and are clean everywhere,” he instructed.

I knew exactly what he meant and hung up the phone, closed my laptop and walked my boner to the bathroom to go douche. I fuck my ass pretty regularly with a few dildos I keep locked away in my man cave, so I had everything I needed.

I got out of the shower clean and invigorated as I dried off and pulled out a jockstrap that I only ever wore to the gym. I pulled on a pair of gym shorts and put on a tee and running shoes before heading to Payton’s house. I think of it as Payton’s house now since my sister is rarely ever there.

I rang the doorbell and smiled as Payton opened the door wearing a robe.

“Jake the snake,” Payton said pulling me in for a hug.

He’d called me Jake the snake in private referring to my big cock, but Payton was usually the one that was the top in our past fuck sessions.

“You have to wear robes now that you’re a masseuse?” I laughed as I slid by him and he shut the door.

“Nah, that’s just because I have nosy neighbors,” he said opening his robe and letting it fall to the ground.

Payton’s hairy muscular body looked amazing in only a tiny pair of white briefs. I looked him over as he pretended not to notice.

“Can I make you a drink?” He asked. “You probably need to relax a little before I get you on my table.”

“Sure,” I said. “A beer?”

“I only have liquor,” he said. “Too many carbs in beer.”

“Vodka?” I asked.

“Coming right up,” Payton smiled. “Go ahead and get down to your underwear for me.

I stripped down to my jock as my brother-in-law made our drinks. I felt sexually charged and invigorated as I walked to Payton in the kitchen.

“Fucking hell,” Payton said putting the vodka bottle on the counter. “You’re getting more in shape the older you get.”

“I’ve been working out a lot,” I said feeling a little more confident after his compliment.

“Good choice with the jock,” Payton said with a wink as he handed me my drink.

We said a quick cheers and took a sip as we both stood there openly checking each other out.

“Had any cock in a while?” Payton asked causing me to choke on my drink.

“Fuck, Payton,” I laughed wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I’m just really fucking horny, man.”

We stood silently sipping our drinks before I made some small talk.

“The place looks great,” I said. “Where are you doing your massages?”

“Oh, let me show you,” he said as I followed him back to his office.

The office was where a lot of Payton’s crazy business ideas came to life, but it was also a man cave of sorts. He had memorabilia from various sports teams, a huge plasma TV and a giant L-shaped sofa with plush material. The massage table was in the middle of the room with the head facing toward the TV.

“What do you think?” He asked sipping his drink.

“I love it,” I said enthusiastically as I looked around the room. “So this is where the magic happens?”

Payton smiled and said, “I know you’re talking about business, but yeah, this is where the magic happens,” he said raising his glass. “Why don’t we get you on the table and get started.”

I finished my drink for courage and put down my glass before looking at Payton.

“Jock on?” I asked.

“Keep it on for now and I’ll take it off in a bit,” he said with a slight smirk.

I got on the table and laid on my stomach. I heard the TV come on above me and raised my head to see Payton clicking around before a porn started. The sound was low as I put my head back down, but I could hear two men talking on the TV.

“Hey, are you Dodger?” A voice I recognized from all the porn I watched asked.

“I am, uh, Tyler?” the other guy asked.

I loved the massage series with Tyler Saint and couldn’t believe Payton was playing it.

“I’m going to put oil on your now,” Payton said bringing me back to the present.

Payton’s strong hands began to work in the warm oil as he spread it all over my upper body and back. My brother-in-law might have found his true calling this time. He was skilled at working my muscles as he spread the oil over me eventually getting to my ass. His hands worked under my jockstrap as he massaged my big, round ass with precision.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” I said under the table as he kept working.

Payton dripped more oil over my crack, and it felt amazing as it slowly moved into my hole. He worked my upper legs after quickly moving from my ass, and he was at my feet in no time.

“I forget how amazing your body is,” Payton said as he kept feeling and working my lower body.

I didn’t respond verbally but felt my cock growing underneath me as I appreciated the compliment and his strong hands. He finished at my feet and then I heard him messing with something and saw his underwear drop under the table close to where my head rested through the hole. My cock got rock hard as I realized Payton was now naked.

“I’m going to get up on the table so I can work out your glutes,” he said as he quickly climbed on.

I was frozen as he crawled on top of me and sat on my upper thighs. I felt his hard cock against my leg just as his hands began to kneed my big ass.

“Unnnnngh,” I moaned involuntarily as he pulled at my butt cheeks letting my hole become exposed to the air.

Payton carefully worked my ass as I felt him inch his body slightly up my legs. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and quickly moved his mouth into my hole. His warm tongue was instantly against my pink rosebud as his beard tickled my skin all around it.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned loudly as Payton continued to work my hole.

His grip let me know he was in charge but that his goal was to make me feel good. It was the best rim job I’d ever gotten, but I’d only experienced this a few times in my life. I instinctively lifted my ass toward his mouth as he made love to my man pussy. This went on for a while as I started to zone out from the pleasure. Without any announcement, I felt Payton move around and felt the tip of his cock against my hole.

My hands gripped the edge of the table in anticipation before he slid his cock all the way inside me in one expert motion forward.

“Fuck!” I cried out as his hands rubbed my back to comfort me.

Payton was once again inside me after all of these years, and it felt amazing to be sexually reconnected with my old lover. He leaned down and kissed my back and neck before putting his fingers in mine at the edge of the table. I was sexually and emotionally connected to Payton as he slid his thick cock in and out of my pleasured hole.

“I love you, Jake,” he said as he picked up the pace.

“I love you, too, baby,” I said as I tried to feel and remember each thrust inside me.

The connection was fierce and somewhat frightening as I realized I’d never even felt this way with my wife.

“Fuck me hard, Payton,” I quietly begged as he pulled his hands from mine and we both grabbed onto the table.

My brother-in-law started to rail me hard as our bodies pushed up and back down with each thrust.We were both sweaty and covered in oil as I felt his wet chest hair on my back.

“Take my cock, babe,” he whispered breathlessly to me. “You feel so fucking good, Jake.”

“I love your cock inside me, stud,” I responded as he kept hitting my g-spot with his cock head sending my eyes to the back of my head.

“I can’t hold back, baby,” Payton warned. “I’m going to breed that ass, baby. Going to cum in that big butt of yours.”

I moaned and drooled onto the table as he climaxed deep inside of me. I felt a rush of his warm jizz deep inside me as I exploded under my stomach shooting my load all over my body and the table. Payton continued to slowly fuck me as we both finished shooting. He finally stopped and kissed my neck. I turned my head and our mouths met as we kissed for a second. The weight of his body on mine was uncomfortable and he sensed it pushing up so his body was over mine. His cock was still inside me as he began to fuck me slowly again.