Me and the Neighbor's Id

Deals, I hate them. More or less, just because if I don't keep my word than I blew up a bridge that might be important later. The one deal I hate the most is my most current one, however, before I tell you the deal and the story surrounding it, you need to understand me as well as a few... important details.

My name is Kyle. I live in Georgia. I'm 28 years old and stand a few inches over six feet. For a few years now I have been out of the proverbial closet, well with my friends at least.

Before he got remarried to some slut from California, my next door neighbor, Jason and I used to fuck around every other night. Part of me misses those days. Being alone in his bed while he slowly undressed in front of me.

Button by button, his work shirt would loose just a little slack and half way hide his dark tan chest. His chest was always kept sculpted due to his work outs. Once the last button was undone, he would even more slowly take it off.

It was hot torture. If I moved to try and help him with any thing, he would put whatever back on and I would have to talk him into screwing around. When I did talk him back into it, the damn fool would move even slower. I figured that out quick, but the prize was always worth the wait. Underneath his black slacks and admist a thick jungle, he carried a huge dick, about a good ten inches long and four thick.

Most of the time, Jason would then drop to his knees and crawl like a panther stalking his unknowing prey. All I could ever do was watch his tight ass sway in the air. Once he reached the edge of the bed, he would leap onto it and spread himself out, ready to kill. With a blink of my eyes, he would be on top of me as the bed shifts with the sudden change in mass location. From there, it was the end of sweet Jason until he climaxed deep inside of me. All I have left to say about this is, good thing that the only other immediate neighbor besides me, was an old deaf woman.

Not long after he married wife number 2, Logan moved in. Logan is the eldest son of Jason's first wife, from a different father. He was Jason's oldest stepson.

Don't get me wrong, when Logan and I were growing up together, we were good friends even though I was six years his senior. But after his mom divorced his dad and eventually got around to dumping Jason, I found that the stud was beyond restraint once I was legal.

Now faast forward to present day. I'm 28 and Logan is 22. The more I think about it, Logan no w looks much different in comparison to when he first moved in ten years azgo. He has filled out well and is still a few inches shorter than me. He has also become slightly tan. The muscles on his chest aren't the only ones to have grown or at least from what I can tell.

Now I can completely explain my twisted deal. Last year Jason was suppose to take Logan out to get his 'I'm 21 and can drink now' ID as well as for his first legal beer. However, he was out with the slut he married not long before Logan entered the picture. If I took Logan to get the ID and drinks, Jason would pay for them and would not ask about anything that happened.

For some reason, I said yes. Tonight is the night my deal takes place. It is little after five in the afternoon and Logan and I have just finished getting his ID.

"Thanks Ky for bringing me. It's a shame Jay couldn't bring me," Logan says as he gives me the same old hug.

"Your welcome," I tell him as I shake his head.

"So where are we going for drinks?" he asks as we step out into the fading light of October.

"I know this bar way across town that pours a stiff drink, so I figured that's the place I would take you. Unless you have a better idea." I tell him as we get in the car.

"A better idea than going to some bar that will without a doubt get me drunk and possibly laid, is there one?" he laughs.

I laugh with him as it dawns on me, he's still a virgin. He was a very athletic kid, not to mention out going and easy to look at. I remember Logan always having a girl on his arm. The latest one was hot little redhead. She seemed a little easy to me and I could tell she was only a few days away from being barely legal. Oh well, their loss, but I'm determined to make it my gain.

We make small talk and take turns driving as we spend hours getting lost. Finally after about four hours of getting lost and than getting lost on purpose, I have Logan pull off of the dirt road we had been driving on for the last hour and park next to this old beat up truck.

"Okay but why are we parking here?" he asks, cutting off the car.

Whack. "Stupid question. This is the parking lot. Don't you see the other cars?" I tell him as I hop out before he can retaliate for the hit to the back of his head.

"I will get you back. Don't waste your breath, I already know the deal. 'Follow me and do nothing unless told'," he says as he gets out and locks the car.

By a mix of moonlight and phone light, we follow the road for, as my grandmother use to say while she was alive, a spell before a foot path split off.

"Turn off the phone city boy and give me your hand," I command as I make fun of the fact that he was originally from Cincinnati and moved down here a couple months after he was born.

"Why?" he questions as the phone vibrates off and disappears into the pocket of his jeans.

"Because I don't want to play a game of ' protect my grouch and run from the wolves' just because that damn contraption goes off. And I sure as hell don't wanna get bit trying to save your ass while I play the game. Now hold my hand and keep quieter than a church mouse at midnight mass!," I scold as I grab his crouch with enough force that I might as well given a swift punch.

I make a mental note of what his manhood felt like as he doubles over. It was roughly five inches long and four in diameter. Granted it was flaccid but it wouldn't be long now before I saw and felt it rock hard. I couldn't help but compare it to Jason's. Which by the way, a couple years ago Jason left his second wife, because she got knocked up by the man she was seeing behind his back, and Logan moved into a dorm at some college so he could be the person that puts you under in order for doctors to do open heart surgery. Now with the wife gone and the step kid now living mostly away, Jason and I fuck almost like jack rabbits, nonstop. As I expected he has a few gray hairs around his dick and on his chest, but for me that just makes the sex all the hotter.

After a few minutes, he stands back up and holds out his hand. Mind you not before giving me the 'I have words for you once I can talk again' look. Tired of standing out in the woods with the night life biting me, I grab his hand and silently start walking on the path. Shortly, small paper lanterns start showing up. We follow them for what felt like hours into the heart of the forest. I say this because the lanterns light a path that is shrouded by many pine trees taller than most. All concepts of time are quickly lost.

We keep to only where we can see the path and are careful not to make much noise, until they come to an end. Just outside of the light, a small orange light flutters toward us.

"Keep your tongue." I whisper into his ear. He replies with a nod.

The light keeps coming until the source is reviled. My favorite guide, Taemi, is carrying another lantern. The bar employs men to guide patrons and keep local fauna from hunting in the area. I say he is my favorite because he never wears all of his uniform. A winged mask hides his scared face like the magenta kimono trousers hides muscular legs and black tabi socks hide his feet inside of his geta. Only his defined torso is exposed. All so, we are regular fuck buddies and I've been able to talk Jason into having a three way with him. I have plenty of stories about us but that's not now.

"Welcome to The Hidden Lotus where your pleasures are never forbidden." he says in his thick and warm voice. I quickly drop a knee and bow my head. A quick tug on his arm forces Logan to copy me. Minutes pass as he and I keep our posses. I pray that Taemi commands us to rise and leads us. After all, getting to a guide is the equivalent to passing a test or opening a door when more follow.

"Rise to your feet swine and tell your purpose," he commands. This is the main reason why I love him, he always talks dirty to me.

"We come to offer thanks to the first maker of Saki," I explain as I obey. I doubt I need to explain but here lately a lot of Japanese and Korean people have been moving to Georgia more or less because of The Hidden Lotus.

"Is this true Untouched?" he asks Logan. I can't believe how good he is with guessing if someone is a virgin or not.

"Yes mi lord," he replies. I make note of how quickly Logan has caught on to the game.

Wordlessly, he nodes up and down before turning his muscular back to us. We travel only god knows how long before the gates to the Lotus stand before us. Taemi slips two keys into the gate and waves us through. After Logan crosses the threshold, the gate closes and our guide seems to vanish.

Knowing that we are safe until we go leave, I let go of Logan's hand and grab him by the shoulders. "Listen to me. When we get in there DON'T say that this," I warn as I reach into his underwear and slightly begin to jack him off," Has never been inside of someone. You will not like the result." I can tell he wants to scream and moan.

"Please stop. This is weird.," he stutters, trying not to make much noise.

"Only if you answer this question correctly. ARE you a virgin?" I growl into his ear.

"NO!" he almost wails as I release his rock-hard membrane. He doubles over obviously close to climaxing.

"Wow. You are very sensitive. After all I was only jacking you off for about five minutes. Now lets go." I say walking into the bar.

Before I can look around, I hear him open the doors. We find seats at the bar and I order him their legendary drink called 'The Golden Seed'. I smile from ear to ear as Logan oddly grabs hold of the tumbler. With a quick hooray between us, the golden liquid reaches his lips and goes down his throat.

The sip quickly turns into a gulp and before either of us realizes it, he has already downed two. Babbling incoherently, I leave Logan to reserve a room. The three floors above us are inn rooms where some go to sleep off the doze while others enjoyed fruit of the flesh. Here, anything goes as long as you can pay for it. My plan will take Logan and I up stairs, but we wont be sleeping... originally.

I get back to where I left Logan about ten minutes later. I can't help but sigh as my head automatically drops. The drunk fool is failing to fend off a group of hot guys. Based off the motions the offenders are making, they keep trying to grope him. He must have let the beans slip.

I bull rush through two men and yell, "hey". It quickly becomes obvious that in my rush, I failed to get the ringleader as a rather loud laugh echoes from a tall man about a few feet away from the left man that is on the floor.

"This is OUR virgin. If you wanted a turn, you could have asked what was going on first," he says with a chuckle as he flips his russet hair out of his face.

"I know what's going on Zachariah. This fool is mine and he IS no virgin.," I say calling him out as I suddenly remember his face. He is the youngest and only son of the Burroughs family.

"Prove it," he angrily demands not expecting to be called out.

"Not here. Follow us to our room and I will prove it there." I counter hoping that's the end of it. He says nothing as he watches me wrap my arm around Logan's waist. In hindsight, I should have gotten the room first and Logan drunk second. I say this because it got to the point of having to ask Zachariah for help getting a very drunk and blabbering boy up the stairs.

Finally we get to my room. I quickly enter the room as I push Logan in. Mr. Rich-and-Pissy slides the door shut as I hear my friend giggle and fall onto the bed. A naughty smile is on his lips as I look him over. Logan's chest is chiseled from his years of sports, but Jason was a lot more toned. A patch of dark brown hair is partially hidden by a mouth watering six inch cock.

However, what keeps me staring is his tight little ass whole. I snap out of my trance as Zachariah steps over Logan's pants, that are stuck around his ankles, and shoves his nose in between his checks.

"I want to see you fuck your toy and judging by that bulge in your front, it shouldn't be that difficult," Zachariah commands as he moves to the love seat on the left side of the room.

Without thinking, I kick off my cowboy boots and jeans. Normally I would have worn boxers but today I didn't feel like it. Slowly, I approach a receding Logan who is struggling to get his pants over his tenis shoes. Deafly, I unbutton them and toss them behind me.

With my rock hard nine-inch cock throbbing and demanding attention, I leap onto the bed; embracing Logan on impact. He instantly struggles against me as I dry hump his own erection.

"St.." Logan begins, finally sober enough to speak coherently, as I start to line up my cock with Logan's tight whole. His twinkling eyes beg for me to not do this, but I couldn't.

"I told you not to spread that lie. There is nothing that I can do," I tell him as I force all nine inches into him. Before he can truly scream, I French kiss him and start fucking him like a jack rabbit, swiftly and repetitively. It was amazing how quickly Logan changed from the-don't-fuck-me-I'm-straight guy to the curios gay thing that was growing more and more excited about being raped.

Soon he is grinding against my cock in sink with me. As I more downward, he would move to follow. I move up, he moved up. Out of no where, I hear Zachariah yell " FUCK". Both me and Logan, look over just in time to see Zachariah begin a long line of orgasms.

This must have been too much for him, suddenly I feel his ass tighten back up again as he bites on the nook of my neck. One, two, three... seven, eight loads of Logan's cum is unleashed on our chests.

"Don't.. stop.. ever," he quietly pants into my ear as I feel him fall asleep in my arms. I slip us under the covers and continue to fuck him. I look over to see if Zachariah was still watching. He is barely awake and the area surrounding his Jason-sized cock is soaked in his cum. I hate to admit it, but the picture of having that piece of manhood seeding my insides is what drove me over the edge.

"FUCK!," I yell into Logan's mouth as I give him a weak kiss. Ten thick strands of cum, are released in Logan's ass. Beyond tired, I let my sweaty body collapse on top of him as I position my right hand so I can feel my seed gently leak out of his ruined rosebud. I slide off of him just enough to feel and hear his heart beat. In a matter of minutes, like Zachariah and Logan, I quickly fall asleep. Too bad no one is happy in the morning. Not to mention a story for another time.