[[ Lol I forgot to explain last time, but I wanted to explore freeuse, but figured it would be more fun to write characters who are still aware they're having sex.
This story contains sexual relations between men, and everyone is older than 18. Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you wanna see next! ]]
On the same day as he moved in to Sunny Dale, Greg was able to unpack several kitchen and living room items. He ordered takeout since he hasn't even bought enough groceries yet. His ex-wife took care of most of the household necessities, and he needs to adjust living as a bachelor again.
Around 9PM, he decided to go to bed on his extra-comfortable sleeping bag. Hopefully his furniture arrive tomorrow as expected.
As Greg was fixing the curtains, he heard distant cries. He peered on his window, and just on the next house over, he saw two silhouettes.
"Fuck me harder! Yes!"
Greg's cock instantly twitched. He heard moaning and cries of pleasure. Someone was getting railed, and they sure are loud. He squinted his eyes and observed when he saw it.
The meat mountain of a man, Scott, was bent over, his forearms resting on the window sill. Behind him was the Asian guy, Cody, thrusting wildly on the bigger man's behind.
Cody and Scott were fucking!
Greg's hard-on was difficult to ignore. He watched as the burly man groaned and pleaded to be railed as his partner gladly obliged.
"Holy fuck, it feels go good!" Scott screamed, the loudness made it echo a bit.
Greg wanted to rub another one out, but stopped. It was weird to watch his gay neighbors fucking each other, especially when he's straight. On the other hand, he felt hot seeing them in action. It was like he had first-row tickets to his neighbors fornication, and he was eager for more.
His breathing slowly became labored, but to his dismay, the pair closed their curtains and moved away from the windows.
"Shit." Greg muttered, pissed off he didn't get to continue being a willing voyeur for them. He stomped to his sleeping bag and tried to sleep. He wasn't sure if he can't sleep because the floor was cold or if it's because of his erection that wasn't going down.
Despite a tiring day and a rough night, Greg woke up rather early. He grabbed his phone and checked the time - five minutes after six. He didn't want to go back to sleep in his uncomfortable sleeping bag, so he decided to go for a quick run.
He donned whatever running clothes he could've rummaged and stepped out. The sun still has yet to shine, and the air still felt chilly. Perfect time to run, the thought as he started warming up before going for a quick jog.
Just four houses in, he saw an older man on his porch. The man smiled at him and motioned him to come closer.
"Hello, I'm Greg. I just moved here." he quickly introduced himself, offering his hand. The man was around his fifties, but is still in great shape. He had salt-and pepper hair, and chiseled jaw was showing a five-o-clock shadow.
"Matthew, but please call me Matt." the older man replied, his eyes crinkled as he smiled. "How's the Single Dads' Village so far?"
Greg furrowed his brow. "Single... Dads?", in which Matt let out a hearty laugh.
"Almost all homeowners here are men, many were married, most are single dads."
"That's a rough generalization-" Greg started but was quickly interrupted.
"You were married, no?"
"Divorced, yeah." Greg lowered his gaze and inadvertently looked at the older man's crotch. He wasn't wearing anything under his robe! His half-erect dick was resting on his leg. It was huge and shaved as well.
Something stirred inside his skimpy running shorts, but he tried to tame his growing erection. If he only jacked off earlier, he wouldn't be having this problem!
