It was a dismal looking place, all ivy in the yard, with only white
rock as landscape decoration. An ugly, single-wide mobile home was all
I could afford after the divorce. I had to pay the attorney and
what-not. Moving in, I got a couple of glances of my new neighbors. I
wondered what they would be like. Most of them were older people. At
one time, the place had apparently been a mobile home park for seniors
only. Well, I wasn't a senior, yet. I had a few good years to go first.
I sat in front of my computer, playing video games. I was losing. The
doorbell rang. I couldn't imagine who it was, unless it was my ex-wife
or her attorney's processor, come to cause more trouble and heartache.
I walked over to the plate-glass window and parted the curtains before
I opened the door. A man stood there, and at first, I didn't recognize
him, then realized that the tall, handsome guy was one of my new
neighbors. I opened the door a little, not wanting to let all the cool
air out on this hot summer day.
He smiled at me, showing a row of white, even teeth as he did so. "Hi,
my name's Roy," he said. "My wife and I wondered if you were going to
go to the fireworks show tomorrow night. The mobile home park here has
a party and celebration every fourth."
I opened the door wider and invited him in. "My name is Samuel. Call me
Sammy." I held out my hand to him. He stepped inside, gripping my hand
with a firm handshake. His hand was large, and strong.
"I didn't know about any party," I said. "Thanks for the invitation."
This was a tall, big, handsome guy, I thought. I had seen him a few
times, briefly nodding "hello" as I passed in my car on my way to my
carport. He looked beyond me, and saw the computer screen. "Hey, what
are you playing?"
"Damn game. . .I'm losing." I laughed.
"I always lose on those, too. Maybe we can get together and lose a
couple of games later on tonight."
"Sounds good to me." I really wasn't interested in playing computer
games with my neighbor, but what the heck, I thought.
#
I was in the shower, and I had left the bathroom door open. The small
bathroom was right across from the back door; I had left the louvered
windows open so that the cool air from the evaporative cooler would
have an outlet. I heard a loud knock as I stepped out of the shower,
and I heard Roy say, "Hey, Sammy, you in there?"
I could see him through the door, and I knew that he could see me. I
grabbed a short robe and wrapped it around me.
I stepped out of the bathroom and opened the door. "Hiya. You're going
to have to wait a few minutes. . .I have to get dressed." Behind him
stood his wife, a young lady with enormous breasts. I had seen her a
number of times, going to the laundry, sometimes laying around the park
pool.
"Oh, don't even bother. Karen's seen it all, anyway."
I bet she has, I thought. I smiled inwardly to myself. Don't bother,
huh? I wondered if he was aware just how short this robe was. I invited
them in and showed them into the living room. I went to the
refrigerator, and taking out a two-liter bottle of soda, I got some
glasses and filled them with ice.
My single-wide was small; I knew they were watching me from the living
room. Although not total strangers, I didn't know them very well. I
asked Roy which computer games he liked to play. I had all of them -- a
computer and the newer versions of the arcade games that attached to
the television set. He told me his preference. It was a race game,
played on the television by cartridge.
I brought the glasses of soda into the living room and put them on the
coffee table in front of my guests. Moving to the TV set, I bent
slightly and turned it on. The small computer game sat on the floor in
front of the TV; I usually just turned it on with my toe. However,
since, Karen had "seen it all," I decided to give a show. I turned my
back toward them and bent over. I clicked the switch, and still bending
over, searched for the particular game Roy had wanted to play. I knew
that my balls were hanging low, and that the robe had ridden upward on
my ass, giving them both a complete, full view of my balls and my ass.
I found the game and inserted the cartridge. My display had excited me.
I turned very quickly, and noticed that Roy was smiling and that Karen
was flustered. She turned to Roy and whispered something; what it was,
I had no idea.
I turned and bent again, and the front of my robe popped open, my
semi-hard cock poking through the split in the shorty robe. I adjusted
the volume on the TV, then the color, keeping my back to them. I left
and went into the kitchen briefly, out of sight of the two of them.
Standing at the sink, I pulled the towel-robe upwards, to where I knew
that my balls would show from the front. There was something about what
he had said, about his wife having seen it all. I had simply wanted to
teach them both some kind of lesson, because, simply, you didn't say
things like that. His wife had seen it all. Well, there were a few
things, I was sure, that she hadn't seen. The idea was turning me on,
giving me a hard-on. It had been over a year since I had sex, since I
had seen another person naked, since anyone had even touched me.
I looked down, and satisfied that my hard-on was obvious though not
visible, I walked back into the living room.
There was only the sofa in the small living room. There was no other
place to sit, but beside Karen, or on the floor. To get to the one
empty spot on the couch, I had to pass in front of both of them. There
was a coffee table in front of the couch, and it was a tight squeeze. I
walked over and turned toward Roy, stepping sideways, watching his eyes
follow my crotch. Then, in front of Karen, I watched her face as her
lips parted slightly, staring at the bulge in my shorty robe. I turned
and sat beside her. My robe parted, and my cock jumped straight up in
the air. She noticed and smiled. I don't know what came over me. Just
the expressions on their faces, the looks in the eyes. I stood, my robe
parted. I pulled it up and thrust my hips out, aiming my cock right at
her face.
"Here," I said, "suck this."
She grinned and turned to Roy, then stared back at my purple-headed
hardon inches from her face.
"Can I?" she asked Roy.
"Sure," he smiled, staring at my dick. "I'd like to watch that."
She reached forward and fondled my balls gently with one hand, and
wrapped the other one around the base of my cock. Leaning forward and
opening her mouth wide, she took my cock all the way to the back of her
throat. Roy leaned forward, watching intently as his wife slowly moved
her mouth up and down, taking out my cock and swirling her tongue
around the bulbous red head of it.
He stood, undid his pants, and let them fall to the floor. He hooked
his thumbs into the elastic of his shorts and pulled them down to his
ankles. A large, uncut fat cock, surrounded by a thick forest of rich,
dark pubic hair, jumped up in the air. He wrapped his hand around it
and began stroking it, watching his wife suck mine. His balls bounced
around, backward and forward, as he stroked it.
"Take off your top, Karen," he said, his voice thick and breathy.
She stopped sucking me, and stood. In ten seconds, she was totally
naked, her large, round tits jutting toward me, with two big brown
nipples pointing upward. She had a flat belly, and her pubic hair made
a perfect "V".
I couldn't believe that this was happening. I certainly hadn't planned
on an orgy or a threesome with anyone. I watched in amazement as Karen
lay down on the couch and spread her legs. Roy knelt between her legs,
then inserted his fat cock right in her cunt.
She reached over and put her hand on my cock again, pulling it to her
mouth. She kissed it and licked my balls as Roy watched, his face less
than a foot away. I fully expected him to suck on it, too, but he
didn't. He did put his lips to it briefly. It was a hell of a
sensation, and I came, squirting hot cum all over Karen's big tits. He
came shortly thereafter, pulling out of her and jacking off on her
tits, splattering them with cum.
She fingered herself and her body jerked. She moaned rather loudly, and
I was afraid that some of the older neighbors would hear. "Cocks!" she
shouted. "I love cocks!"
Every Friday, they come over for video games and a pizza. The rest, we
play by ear.
