Neighborly Act by Balanced Guy (balancedguy2@mailcity.com) aka Thickmuscle and Mr. Clean Staying the week in the posh townhouse sounded great, but housesitting my boss s place quickly got boring. The house is impressive with its jacuzzi and marble and gizmos, but after only one evening and morning, I felt cooped up and restless. I worked out using the boss s basement gym, but found myself more restless than satisfied afterwards. I surfed through the cable offerings and found nothing of interest. Seeing that the rain had stopped, I decided I would take a walk and explore the suburban townhouse complex before I showered or changed. In the daylight, the neighborhood was even impressive than it had seemed when I arrived last night. Lining the street and in the driveways were Mercedes and Jaguars and lots of other cars more expensive than I would ever be able to afford. The lawns were lush and well groomed (by paid help, I was sure). Overall, though, the place had a rather empty, soulless feeling, I thought. A few houses ahead I saw someone working in his garage. A human at last! A stocky guy wearing a tee shirt and some work pants was doing something with the overhead door. The owner or a workman? I wondered. As I approached I gave a nod and a casual "Hi. and he waved me over. I walked up the driveway. He took a few steps and extended his hand to shake mine. "Hi, I m John," he said. "You just move into 812?" "Hi, I m Tony. No, I m just housesitting down the block." "You mind giving me a hand with this? I have to replace the spring. It s not so heavy although you certainly wouldn t have a problem with that," he said checking out my lean, 185 pounds of muscle. "I just need a third hand so the thing stays in place." "Sure," I said. I walked over and he showed me where to position my hands. He then positioned himself behind me and reached his powerful arms around my head to complete his task. I felt the heat of his body envelope me. He was really a big guy, at least 6'4" and well over 200 pounds of solid brawn. He towered over my 5'8" . His shoulders were about at my ears. Huge with a hard, burly torso like a power lifter, this guy was not my usual type. I usually go for slender guys who crave my sculpted muscle and thick cock. This guy, though, emanated a quality that got my crotch stirring. It took a few minutes for him to secure the spring and screws. All that time I savored the heat coming off him and wondered where this might lead. He certainly wasn t some skinny guy who was going to drool all over my muscles and cock, but there certainly was enough sexual tension here for me to get to shoot a load or two. Job completed, he said, "Thanks," but stayed close behind me, just lowering his arms to his sides. "What do you say I show you a proper thanks?" he asked as he reached around and grabbed by hips and then felt my massive quads. His wandering hands felt my hardening cock, so I could hardly deny my interest. "Stud, with that bod and mouth, you look like you re great at giving a man service in lots of ways. Help me get this damn door closed and then come over here and stand in front of me." Somewhat to my surprise, I did what he said without comment or thought. "Clasp those big arms behind your head." I wanted to say somthing but I found myself silently doing as I was told. "Now let me see your arms stretched out." He walked around and begin to undress me, slowly taking off my shoes, shorts and tank top. He left my jock on and ran his powerful hands all over my body. Leaning down, he licked my deltoids. This is what I am used to, someone really savoring my brawn. I melted in this familiar territory, ready to see how things would proceed. Perhaps this bear will be my acolyte. Each year since I started working out years ago in high school I have gotten bigger and have loved showing off my pumped muscle, getting me and my partner hard and ready for fun. "My cock is straining," I said casually. "Why don t you free it and give it some attention? I said this as if this man were one of my usual partners, men who willingly followed so they can savor my muscle and cock. "Flex you back," the burly man said. A request? A command? I couldn t be sure. He manhandled my lats, kneaded the thick muscles of my back and back, ran his hands over my well-developed deltoids and biceps. Then I felt his hands as they glided over my forearms and onto my ass. He kneaded my ass cheeks and reached further down, playing with my quads and then my calves. I m used to promoting my best features to motivate the hands and tongue moving in appreciation. I know my thick back and my huge, sculpted quads are my best features, so I moved and flexed them to show them off. "Very nice," he said as his hands continued. I enjoyed how this new friend appreciated them. Still behind me, he stood and watched the play of my well-defined back and legs. I leaned my head back onto his chest so he could nibble my ears and could reach around to play with my nipples. Sensation flooded my body as he used his mouth and hands. His hands worked downward over my six pack. He put his fingers under the waistband of my jock and started fondling my cock and balls. I moaned. My hands reached around and groped what I could reach on is powerful build. My hands went around and grabbed his ass, one hand on each cheek.. "Take my cock," I moaned," used to pacing and directing my attendant s actions. But he didn t move around to my cock. Instead, he leaned against me. His cock was sliding up and down in my sweaty crack as he pulled my jock down and ran his finger around the head of my dripping cock. He turned me around. While sucking on my nipples, he slid a finger towards my ass. He pushed me down to the floor so he could get at my whole body. He pulled my legs up onto both sides of his head while he sucked first one ball and then another into his mouth. All this time his finger worked my ass. "Suck my balls, John! Slurp on my thick cock." He kept working and getting me hotter, sucking both of my balls into his mouth and then licking my hard dick. He took his time, getting me hotter and hotter, expertly using his mouth and tongue. He removed his head away from my meat, knelt by my chest, and put his cock to my face. He rubbed his cock against my cheeks and his huge balls rubbed against my chin. "Suck me," he said. I don t go in for cock so much, but I ve sucked in appreciation for great sex. I moaned and moved into position. I lunged and started sucking him for all I am worth, taking in every inch I could cram into my mouth. I was amazed at how much I wanted him. My bottom line had always been to shoot my load whenever I could. Now sucking his cock and feeling his muscles against mine were as least as important. We repositioned so we could suck each other s cock. My back again on the floor, he positioned himself above me. His power lifter bulk now loomed above me. He sat on my face so I could work on his cock and balls. First his strong hands massaged my pecs and worked my nipples harshly. Skillfully he leaned over and took my cock into his mouth. One hand reached down and again finger fucked my ass while his other arm.supported him above me. We sucked and fucked feverishly. We kept going, going, going. We were both dripping with sweat, and our lust continued to build. Without plan or thought, each of us paused. I moaned and breathed but couldn t form any words to direct my desire. I just knew I wanted us to keep going He repositioned again, standing up. He knelt down between my thighs, his hands massaging my heavy muscles, first my calves and quads, and then those along my sides. He moved back to my legs and pulled them up onto his shoulders. He looked me in the eyes, kissed me deeply, and licked my face and ears, but. all I could do was moan in pleasure. In position, he slowly slid the head of his cock into my ass. My head rolled back and forth. It hurt some, but I wanted it because he was so hot and skillful. He leaned over, pinned my forearms with his, and licked what he could reach of my pits and chest. I moved my ass, trying to increase our pleasure. It hurt some, but it also felt so good, so intense, so satisfying. "Fuck me, John." He watched me twist under him, my chest muscles and arms bulging as his cock going deeper and deeper into my ass. My ass froze for a second. I moaned then began to push up onto his cock, begging, "More. Give me more of your cock. Use your muscles to push it deep into me." My cock dripped hard and oozed onto my belly as he began to thrust harder and more deeply into my muscular butt. I writhed in this new pleasure. I pleaded, "Go deeper. Harder!" I twisted under his big hairy-chested body and felt his balls slapping against my ass as he pumped expertly, making me know my ass now belonged to him. Skewered on this hulk s cock, I realized everything had shifted for me. All this time I' d been looking for good head. I never knew being a bottom could be this powerful. I wanted to thank him for this new, intense pleasure but my head swam in sensation and words would not come out. He pulled out of my ass. Dripping with sweat, we remained motionless except for the heaving of our massive chests as we tried to catch our breath. Neither of us had fired our loads, but neither of us was really able to continue just then. He seemed to know exactly how far we could each get before reaching the point of no return. Each time he backed off and built to an ever higher plateau of pleasure. I felt so empty. This feeling was strange and new. Should I fuck him now and return the pleasure to him? Should I guide his head down onto my thick pole? "Keep fucking me," I found myself saying. He said, "Get on your knees so I can see your back while I take your hole. Let me enjoy that big, muscular back and chest of yours as I enjoy your ass." I scrambled into position. He reached around me. His hands cradled my big pecs and then he twisted my nipples. I moaned at the surge of sensation. His hands finished with my nipples and the fingers glided over the ridges of my abs. "Don t cum until you feel me cumming in your ass," he commanded as he began to stroke me. "I want to feel your ass milk my cock when I m ready to cum." I pulled my ass cheeks apart for him, totally shameless. I just wanted him in my ass again. He slid his cock into my hole again and pulled my big arms behind him. We both knelt on the garage floor, my legs and ass spread so this bull of a man could use me. My head dropped to my chest and I said, "I m yours, all yours, John.-- my muscles, cock, ass, mouth, whatever you want is yours." I paused to catch my breath, but I was still amazed at how good all this felt. "Now I know what all those guys wanted me to plow them!" We were both so sweaty and aroused from our long fuck it wouldn t take long for either of us to cum. "My balls feel like they re gonna explode! I need to cum really soon!" "No, not until I fucked your some more," he said sternly. "I want us to cum at same time. Be patient, boy. I'll tell you when you re allowed to cum." "I want to, but I don't know if I can. You have to help me." This was new to me, but this able top had already seen that I was a willing student. Eager to learn and please, I followed his expert lead as he gave me more and more pleasure. I moaned, so clearly needing to cum. "From now own your ass is mine, man. You ll do whatever I want. Right, Tony? You want to be my muscle slave, don t you, Tony? You ll be ready with your mouth or ass whenever I want you, right, man!." "Yes! That's what I want, what I need. I m yours, John. My muscle, my cock, my ass, whatever you want is yours." My sweat dripped off me and we were both ready to cum, this time too close to pause and build further. John squeezed my balls. They were are drawn up tight against my cock. "You re mine now," he said calmly. "All pretense is off. You just want me to have my way with you." "John, you re great. Whatever you want, man, I m yours, John." Without warning my role had changed this morning. No longer would I be the stud or the muscle man seeking mouth to suck me and worship me. Now I knew there was more pleasure letting John call the shots. He slapped my cock because I was too close to coming. The slap startled me. I whimpered and caught my breath while he continued to pump my ass. My cock still dripped. I never expected to be this used this way, never thought this could be better sex than what I was used to. John grabbed my hair and pulled my moaning head back to his tongue. All the while his cock continued to plunge really deeply in and out of my ass in his steady, controlled way. "I m gonna fuck your face next," he said. I just moaned more, ready for wherever this skilled man wanted to take me next. I was almost exhausted. My ass was on fire and my cock was so hard it hurt. I needed to cum but concentrated everything on using my glutes to please John and to milk his talented cock. He held my head back and licked my face. I knew that he was helping me, teaching what real pleasure can be. "You re mine," he said and then released my head. "Thank you, John. Thank you, sir." His thrusting and breathing began to change. Allowing himself to approach climax, he reached down my chest and grabbed my cock. "Now is your time to cum," he ordered as he started to jerk my thick pole. "Thank you, sir." Within moments my cock began to spurt, the first release after our hours of sex. He thrust really hard into my ass, enjoying the massage my spasms gave his thick shaft. He pulled my head back again. My mouth was open, gasping for air, my eyes were rolled back in ecstasy. "You re great, John," I gasped as I worked, coaxing as much cum as I can out of my tutor s thick cock. John shot volley after volley of cum into the rubber that was deep in my muscle slave ass. All the time his hand skillfully played with my cockhead. All I could do was moan and experience the flood of sensations throughout my body. The forceful volleys of cum slowed and finally stopped. Slowly he let me collapse onto the garage floor, but skillfully he moved so that his still-rigid cock stayed pinned inside me. He dropped onto my sweaty, muscular back. I felt his huge chest on top of me. Slowly his cock popped out of my well-fucked hole. I raised up slightly and supported myself with my forearms. "That was the best sex I ever had," was all I could manage to get out. My chest was heaving and entire body dripped sweat. I heard his panting behind me, both of us recovering from our intense workout. I wanted to turn around, to embrace him, but I realized I didn t know if I were allowed. So much of this was new to me. He sensed my desire and hesitancy. I continued to pant, this fuck session having been a lot longer and more rigorous than the blow job or worshipful appreciation I was used to. This was better than anything I had had before. "No more wimpy cock suckers drooling over my meat," I managed to say. John pulled away from me. He stood up and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me deeply while his hand slid over my back and one of his finger slid back into my ass, the ass which was now his property. "It feels so right to have you inside me, man." "Good boy," he said. "You were perfect, man. I never knew it could be this good." "It can be this good and even better. I take real good care of my muscle slaves. I m gonna wash you off then use your mouth, tongue and ass for my pleasure the rest of the day." He said this as if I had become a piece of his property. But I guess I had. Suddenly the week of housesitting had become a high point of my life. Send FREE Greetings for Father's Day--or any day! Click here: http://www.whowhere.lycos.com/redirects/fathers_day.rdct