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  There was only so much my ass and throat could take.

  My vision became cloudy and I started to brown out. I wouldn't be able to stay conscious. “Stop,” I mumbled. “I can't take anymore!”

  The dildos both retracted and I passed out.

  I awoke to Wright sprinkling water on my face. “Are you all right, Brian?”

  “That was the most unbelievable fucking I've ever had. Two is definitely better than one.”

  “So you want me to turn the machine back on you say?” Wright said.

  I sat up. “Fuck you. Don't you touch that switch. I need a fucking break or my body is going to crumble.”

  “Shall we say the same time tomorrow?” Wright asked.

  “You better fucking believe it,” I replied, my heart still beating out of my chest.

  Almost passing out to an impossible amount of pleasure seemed like something I should be doing nightly.

  The End

  Story Two

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  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

  No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.

  Description

  Too Big? No problem!

  Jeremy just moved into a new neighborhood and the married man next door has his eye on him.

  Chapter One

  My first day in my new house and I'd already been invited to watch football by Earl. He seemed like a nice guy so I accepted. Not relationship material but a possible friend.

  It wasn't something I normally would do but the cable guy hadn't been around yet to hook it up so going to a neighbor's house was the only option.

  Plus I didn't want to piss off new neighbors when I just moved in.

  I made sure to unpack at least one more box before I headed over there. Countless cardboard boxes filled my two-car garage. My Ford Mustang would have to sit outside until I got everything unloaded. Today I could relax a little and watch some football and then get down and dirty on Monday.

  I grabbed a six pack of beers out of my empty fridge and walked across the street to Earl's house. The sun was out and there wasn't a cloud in the blue sky. It was the perfect day to watch football in doors.

  Earl's garage opened and revealed a man cave to rival all man caves. A giant eight-inch flatscreen dominated one wall. Two giant standing speakers flanked it. A bar stocked with every type of liquor was on one side. A large leather couch that could fit at least eight people faced the big television.

  “Welcome to my paradise,” Earl said with arms wide open.

  “This is impressive.” I looked over at a shelf that contained football helmets from various teams. Each one was signed. I had no doubt that they were worth some serious money.

  “Yeah my husband was getting sick of my stuff intruding on his life so he exiled me to the garage. Best decision of our lives. Now I get everything I want exactly how I want it.

  “So you're married, huh?” I asked.

  Earl nodded. “Ten years now. Bruce and I got married right out college and been together ever since. I'm sure you'll meet him at some point.”

  I lifted up the six pack. “I brought some beers.” I realized that they were probably a drop in the bucket compared to the stock that he had.

  “Thanks so much.” Earl took the beers from me and set them down on the bar. “Let's get settled before the game starts. We have about five minutes until kickoff. Want a beer now?”

  “No better time,” I replied.

  “My kind of man.” Earl cracked open the case and threw me a can.

  I snapped it open and took a sip. Cold beer on a hot day couldn't be matched. I took a seat on the leather couch and sank in immediately. “This is really nice,” I said.

  “It gets even better. There's cup holders in the armrests.”

  I pulled down the armrest and put my beer in the cup holder. “I could get used to this,” I said, spreading out on the couch.

  The football announcers began to speak and Earl sat down a cushion away from me. “This is supposed to be a pretty good game,” he said.

  “I'm just glad I was able to watch it today.”

  The game started and Earl and I both clapped our hands. The ball was kicked to the other side of the field for a touchback. A commercial break followed.

  “So what made a single guy like you pick this neighborhood,” Earl asked.

  I shrugged. “Weren't many houses available. This one had enough rooms and the street seemed pretty quiet.”

  “Quiet until I turn these babies up.” Earl pointed the remote at the speakers and turned the volume up. The noise of the crowd became deafening.

  I looked over at Earl and he was laughing but I couldn't hear him because the TV was so loud. He turned it down. “Crazy right?”

  I put my hand to my ear. “What did you say?” I asked in a raised voice.

  Earl nodded. “Exactly.”

  The door in the garage that led to his house opened up. The hottest woman I'd ever seen came strutting into the garage. His white t-shirt could barely hold those enormous pecs. His jeans were so tight that I could almost see the outline of his cock. Who the fuck was this man and what the hell was he doing here?

  “And who do we have here?” he asked Earl.

  Earl was glued to the game and took a second to come out of it. “Bruce this the new neighbor, Jeremy. Jeremy this is my husband, Earl.”

  This hot piece of ass was Earl's husband! How the hell did he score that? I'd been with plenty of men that scored a ten out of ten. But Bruce's score was off the charts. His short brown hair was combed to the side.

  “Nice to meet you,” he said, bending over in front of me and giving me his hand.

  His arms looked like they were going to rip the shirt apart. “Nice to meet you,” I replied, taking his hand.

  “Honey, can you make us some sandwiches for the game?” Earl asked.

  “Sure, what do you want to eat Jeremy?”

  I couldn't keep my eyes off those lips of his. His tongue slightly came out and touched the top of his upper lip. “I'll take whatever Earl's having.”

  Bruce smiled. “I'll be right back.”

  I watched his ass sway side to side in those tight jeans. “Houston, we have a problem.”

  Chapter Two

  How the fuck was Earl so calm around him? I'd be fucking that body every second I got.

  Earl could sense I was looking at him and glanced over at me. “This game is getting good.”

  I looked back at the TV and the game was already in the second quarter. Time was flying too fast. The teams were tied. Earl was right that the game was getting good. I took another sip and tried to forget all about Bruce.

  I leaned forward and watched the game but my eyes soon glazed over. I couldn't get the image of Bruce out of my head. I had to talk to him again.

  “Do you have a bathroom?” I asked Earl, standing up.

  “Don't you want to wait for a commercial?” he replied, his eyes never leaving the game.

  “Yeah, of course.” I sat back down and tapped my foot until a commercial played. I stood right back up.

  “Bathroom is inside and the first door on the right,” he told me.

  “Thanks.” I walked into his house and immediately saw the bathroom door. But that's not what I wanted. I could hear silverware clanging in the kitchen.

  I walked in to see Bruce in front of the fridge, squatting down to grab something from the bottom shelf.

  Thank fucking god for asses like that. His jeans were about to shred to pieces It was a sight that I could stare at all day.

  My cock grew and made my jeans tight. The throbbing pain in my balls reminded me that there was more I needed to do to that ass.

  Bruce stood up and almost dropped the bread he was holding when he saw me. “Oh Jeremy, you scared me.”

  “Sorry, I got a little lost loo
king for the bathroom.”

  His finger trailed under his shirt and scratched his abs, showing me just how ripped he was. “Don't worry about it.”

  Was he sending me a signal? I was pretty good with men and I think he was playing with me, trying to bring attention to washboard stomach

  It was working.

  Bruce continued, “The bathroom is back by the door to the garage. You can't miss it.”

  “Thanks,” I said, not wanting to leave yet. His figure deserved more time to be studied but there wasn't any excuse I could think of to stay.

  I left and went into the bathroom. I didn't even need to piss. But my erection needed to be released. I unzipped and let my thick cock fly out. It was hard as a rock. I stroked myself for just a second, imagining Bruce bent over, begging for it.

  I didn't have time to rub one out. Earl would be wondering where I was. I inhaled sharply as I zipped my hardness back into my jeans. Tonight was going to be the longest masturbation session of my life.

  I returned to the garage and Earl hadn't moved. “Did I miss anything?”

  Earl took a sip of his beer. “A touchdown by each team so they're still tied.”

  I sat down next to him and had to rearrange my crotch so my dick didn't break in half. Earl was too busy watching to even notice what I was doing.

  Bruce walked into the garage and stood in front of the TV. “Earl, we're out of mustard.”

  Earl leaned over so he could see around him. “Who cares about mustard. We can eat the sandwiches without it.”

  Bruce looked back at the TV. “Halftime is in three minutes. You can swing by the grocery store and be back in time.”

  Earl didn't respond and kept watching. When Bruce didn't move, his eyes finally looked at his. “Yeah I'll go to the grocery store. Will you be okay here while I'm gone, Jeremy?”

  “I got my beer. I'll be fine, don't worry about me,” I said.

  “Do you need anything from the store since I'm going?” Earl asked his husband.

  “Milk would be good too,” he replied.

  Bruce gave me a wink and went back inside. I don't know what the hell that meant but the aching in my balls liked it.

  The game announcers declared it was halftime. Earl took car keys out of his pocket. “It should only take me twenty minutes and I'll be back in a flash,” he said.

  I wasn't even able to respond before he was in his truck and pulling back out of the driveway. I sipped my beer and watched the announcers analyze the game that I had stopped paying attention to.

  Bruce popped his head into the garage. “Jeremy, can you help me with something in the kitchen really quick.”

  My eyes lit up. “Of course.” I jumped off the couch and went inside.

  “I'm in the kitchen,” he yelled.

  I walked in to find an ambush.

  Bruce stood against the kitchen island with his hands behind him. “I've seen you watching me, Jeremy. I know you want me.”

  Chapter Three

  “What about your husband?” I asked.

  Bruce pulled off the white t-shirt and showed off all that exercise and a good diet had done to his body. “He's at the store.”

  I gulped. “He'll be back in twenty minutes.”

  “Plenty of time,” he replied, his hand passing over his flat stomach and slipping into the waistband of his jeans.

  The aching in my pants wasn't going to go away any time soon. There was only one thing left to do.

  I pressed my strong body against Bruce and kissed his starving lips. His tongue entered my mouth while his fingers clenched my back. I screamed out in pain and he bit my bottom lip.

  Bruce reached down and stroked my cock through my tight jeans. God damn it felt so good. He could touch me all day. I wouldn't mind.

  Bruce worked at my jeans, unzipping them and whipping out my long pulsing member. “You're so much bigger than Earl,” he said.

  He bent over the kitchen island and pulled down his jeans along his tanned thighs. His bare ass was there for the taking.

  “We don't have much time, Jeremy, fuck me now and fuck me hard. I've been waiting too long to be fucked by a real man.”

  I grabbed onto his hips and readied myself for the ride of my life. My cock sank into his tight hole, filling and stretching him out.

  “Fuck, yes,” Bruce yelled out. “You're so fucking huge, Jeremy. I want you deep inside me. More. More!”

  I looked around to make sure that his husband wasn't around to see this. I pumped into him, slamming my rod into him over and over again. Bruce used the corners of the kitchen island to keep himself steady.

  His whole body began to shudder. “I'm going to come,” he screamed. “Fuck me harder.”

  Bruce came around me, his pussy squeezing my cock as I rammed him on the kitchen island.

  My balls were fiery hot. I was getting close.

  We could both hear a truck pull into the driveway. Earl was back. I stopped immediately, my dick still in him.

  “Don't you fucking stop, Jeremy.”

  “We're going to get caught,” I told Bruce.

  “You better keep fucking me until you cum all over me,” he demanded.

  I was so close that it was going to be too hard to stop anyways. I continued fucking his ass, concentrating on the finish.

  The door to the garage opened. “Is Jeremy in there with you, honey?”

  I slowed my thrusts down but not completely. I was as quiet as I could be. My heart pounded in my ears. The thrill of getting caught heightened all my senses.

  Bruce strained to reply. “He's helping me with the food in here. Just set down the mustard by the door and get back to watching the game.”

  I heard the door to the garage close and I continued fucking his husband. I forced my cock deeper and deeper, making him take every inch of me.

  “I'm going to come,” I groaned, pulling out. I quickly stroked my cock from base to tip.

  Ropes of cum sprayed out, covering Bruce's back and ass. He lay there and let my seed land where it may.

  He brought his hand around and dipped a finger in my fluids.

  He put his finger in his mouth and tasted me. “So good,” he softly moaned.

  I quickly pulled my jeans back up and buttoned them up. The aching in my balls had finally passed. I was finally able to breathe again.

  “That can't happen again,” I told him.

  Bruce sat up, still covered in my cum, not caring about cleaning up. “You don't want to do this to me everyday?”

  “Not if you're married. I don't want to get caught.”

  “We won't get caught. I promise.”

  Bruce actually sounded serious. It was hard to concentrate on anything else with his nice ass dripping with my cum.

  Chapter Four

  I stumbled into the garage, lightheaded and relaxed. Earl was glued to the TV and didn't even notice me come back outside.

  I wasn't sure if I should just go home and try to avoid the coming storm. I didn't want to get in the middle of a marriage. But Bruce was so fuckable. That ass of his made it so easy for him to slide onto my cock.

  The things I could do to him if he was mine. We'd never leave the bed. I wouldn't find another man like that.

  Earl had no idea what he had.

  I glanced at the game and it was almost at the end of the third quarter. Since I was introduced to Bruce, I'd barely paid attention to it. The game didn't seem to matter much right now.

  But if I left right now, that might raise suspicion with Earl. It was better to sit the game out and leave afterwards.

  “Oh come on, refs. That wasn't holding,” Earl yelled at the screen. “Can you believe that?” he asked, looking over at me.

  I wasn't paying attention to that play. “Totally holding. These referees must not have eyes.” Earl seemed content with my response.

  He picked up his beer and held it up to cheers. My beer was still in the cup holder and still a little cold. I held mine up to his and we smashed them togethe
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