So here it is Saturday night and I am sitting around the house bored out of my mind. I have watched too much television, and my favorite porn sites just aren't doing it for me tonight. My right hand is in my panties trying to get something going, but it just doesn't feel right. I need some human contact, I need to feel the warmth from another person's body.

Then the phone rings. I jump to answer it and see from the call display that it is my next door neighbour, Jim.

"What the fuck does he want", I think to myself. He is not really a bad guy, just a bit of a pain in the ass. He thinks that he is pretty hot stuff and has all the ladies drooling over him. Truth is, he is right.

I answer the phone and right off the bat he says, "I've noticed that you are all alone this weekend too."

He goes on to say that his wife and kids are at her parents for the weekend and things are pretty quiet there. Then he asks if I would be interested in grabbing a bite to eat somewhere. He sounds kind of nervous on the phone and is almost begging me to accompany him. Not quite what I was expecting from such a ladies man.

I finally give in to him and figure I might as well have Jim as my human contact tonight, instead of dining alone. I have never felt like cooking for only myself anyway.

We agree on a time, and he pulls into my driveway right on time. When I get into his car, he compliments me on being punctual and for looking so good. I am beginning to regret my decision to go out for dinner with him already. Rumour has it that he has fucked half of the women in our neighbourhood, and I don't need to be seen associating with him, especially just the two of us. It just looks bad.

Things went pretty good from there and we had a good conversation all the way to a very nice restaurant on the other side of town. Jim said that he was treating, since it was his idea to go out. I reluctantly agreed to let him buy me dinner, but I did not like the idea of owing him anything.

Dinner and a couple of bottles of wine went down really well and I was glad that I was not driving, although it did not appear to me that Jim was too affected by the wine. But that was just me and I was feeling no pain. We got a couple of coffees to go and I figured that may help me regain some of my wits.

The drive home was pretty much a blur. The coffee didn't help too much. It never really does. Jim dropped me off in the driveway and asked if I was going to be all right by myself. I assured him that I would and promptly stumbled up to the front door and opened it.

I figured that since I was almost drunk now, I might as well finish the job, so I opened another bottle of wine and was sitting in the family room watching some lame movie when the doorbell rang. It was Jim. He was checking on me to see if I was okay.

I never invited him in, yet he sort of angled his way past me and was soon making himself at home on the sofa. I closed the door and figured since he took me out for dinner, the least I could do was offer him a drink.

He accepted, so I went to the kitchen and poured him a glass of wine. We sat and talked, and he again came across to me as being nervous and kind of twitchy. Then came an awkward moment. He asked if I had any other movies to watch. Any DVD's. I started to list some of the old time classics that I loved to watch and he soon rejected them and then got right to the point. He wanted to know if there was any pornos in the house. This was getting a bit out of control for me. I didn't really want to watch some porn with my next door neighbour. This was a bad thing to start.

Then he asks me how I enjoyed the dinner and the wine tonight. "So, it has started already", I thought to myself. Payback for the dinner. That is why I hate to owe anybody. I reluctantly directed him to a compartment in the entertainment center and told him to take his pick of the dozens of pornos in there.

Jim picked one out that was actually one of my all-time favorites. It is about a middle aged wife and her older husband, who just returned from a club with a young black stud to fuck the wife. The wife and her stud start up on the bed, with the husband sitting on a chair in the corner. The husband is soon directing the action and encouraging his wife to suck the stud's big, hard cock. And then from there, well the husband keeps encouraging the action, till his wife and her lover are exhausted, laying in a pool of spent cum. A pretty decent movie, if you like that kind of thing.

Jim tosses me the DVD and asks me to get it set up as he goes to refill our glasses with more wine. When he returns, I have the movie all set up and he comes and plunks his ass down right beside me on the love seat. This is not how I wanted to watch this at all.

With the movie just getting to the interesting parts in the bedroom, Jim turns to me and clinks glasses with me, "To good neighbours", he toasts. I smile, and return the toast, "Good neighbours", I say.

Things on the screen are heating up, and the old hubby is sitting on the edge of his chair as his wife and her black stud are kissing and feeling each other up. The hubby is telling the stud to feel his wife's big tits, and for his wife to rub the studs hard cock.

It is then that I notice that Jim is sporting quite the tent in his pants. He is adjusting him ass on the cushion and I can clearly see the outline of his cockhead. I knew this was going to happen. Fuck.

Then he reaches his left hand over top of his cock and rubs himself. Trying not to look directly at his crotch, I reach over to the coffee table to put my wine glass down. When I lean back in my seat, he has very smoothly stretched his arm across the back of the loveseat.

I immediately tense up and apologise, "Oh, I'm sorry", I tell him.

"Don't be sorry", he tells me, "Relax".

I stammered and studdered something, I'm not even sure what it was that I wanted to say. Then I felt his right hand on my shoulder. His hand was strong, and his grip was both firm and warm.

"Don't be afraid", he said in a very authoritive voice. "Take a good look".

Jim flexed his hips upwards as he kept his hand on my shoulder. I wanted to run, but I could not move. It was not altogether because of his grip on my shoulder, or because of the wine. It was many factors. I could certainly make a case for being drunk and overpowered, yet in some strange way, I did not want to move.

Jim sensed this and with his left hand, unzipped his pants, reached in, and unleashed his prized cock. This was the piece of man meat that he had fucked so many women with. It was impressive, I must admit, but it was not nearly the size of the black stud in the porno.

My gaze was frozen on his crotch as he unbuckled his belt, unfastened the button on his waistband, and lifting his ass, pushed his pants down until they fell to the floor around his ankles. I knew I was in trouble then.

His cock was sticking straight up from the fly in his silk boxers and precum was oozing from the slit in his cockhead. He took his index finger and tapped his cockhead taking a drop of the sweet nectar to his own lips and licked it away.

"Hmmm, sweet", he said as he looked me in the eyes.

"Have a taste", he said to me as he took his right hand and placed it on the back of my head.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone", he assured me. There it was, his first lie.

"Just this once", he continued as he pulled me ever so closer to him. There was his second lie.

I thought that I should resist, yet I could not. Shit, I did not really want to resist. I just felt that I should. Again, my mind rationalized. I have had too much to drink, and he is forcing me to do this. He is a strong man, I can not resist.

"Come on you fucking slut. You know that you want to suck his big cock. Go ahead suck his big, cock. Make him cum in your mouth", was what the old husband was saying on the DVD.

He could have been talking directly to me, because he was right. I did want to suck his big, hard cock.

I was already bent half the down to Jim's stiff cock, when I opened my mouth and gave up all resistance. I lowered my head to his waiting cock and licked the remaining gob of slippery precum from his hardon. It always amazed me how that precum always stuck to the skin and made a string like trail as I licked it away and tasted it. Jim was so right, it was sweet.

"Fuck yes bitch. Suck that big cock. Take it deep", the old man on the screen continued. It almost made me laugh as I now took the tip of my neighbours cock into my mouth. Closing my lips around only the glans, I swirled my tongue and bathed his cock in my saliva. I could hear Jim moan loudly as he now had both of his hands on the back of my head. He was not pushing down on me, just somewhere to keep his hands on me to show his control.

"What the fuck am I doing?", was the big thought running through my mind as I alternately sucked and swirled my tongue on Jim's cockhead.

Now, I felt pressure on the back of my head. Jim wanted to go deeper into my warm mouth. He was also flexing his hips up and down as he slowly fucked my face. He was building up a tempo that would only end when he shot his load of salty cum in my mouth.

"You can't stop a runaway freight train", was another line that guys like to use. Once they got started, they would only stop, after they had cum.

I did the only thing that I could. I opened my mouth wider and tilted my head back to allow more of Jim's cock into my mouth.

"Oh fuck ... that feels so fucking good", Jim moaned as he felt more of his tool drive into my mouth.

I was now bobbing up and down on him with my mouth as I took a firm hold of the base of his cock with my right hand. I did not want him to shove any more than a couple of inches of his thick cock into my mouth or I would gag on it for sure. As I sucked him, I pumped the rest of his cock with my hand and ocassionally tickled his balls.

Jim was thrashing around and moaning as he told me what a great cocksucker that I was. Flattery will get you everywhere.

I sucked him deeper and harder as I pumped his cock faster. I felt him start to tense up as he flexed upwards and the pressure on my head picked up. He was about to explode. His balls were twitching as he thrust upwards and held me in place.

The first blast of cum shot all the way to the back of my throat. It was warm and salty. The next jet of jism hit the roof of my mouth and felt like it filled my mouth. I had to start to swallow as he continued to spasm. His hands now firmly held me in place. I could not move now, even if I wanted to. But I did not want to move. I kept sucking his cock and now squeezed his balls, hard, to milk every last drop from him.

"Way to go slut. You are a great cocksucker. You suck cock like a pro", the DVD blurted out as I could feel Jim releasing the pressure he had on my head. I was beginning to think that it was kind of scary how this DVD was almost synchronized to my activities with Jim.

Raising my head, I was too embarrassed to look Jim in the eye. He patted me on the back of the head in an effort to comfort or congratulate me. I still could not face him.

"Fuck the bitch. Fuck her hard", the husband barked at the black stud in the movie.

Jim turned my head with his hand and stared into my eyes.

"No !! Things have gone to far already", I told him.

Sliding off the loveseat, he was on his hands and knees in between my legs now. He was rubbing my crotch and I was on fire. My earlier attempts to masturbate crossed my mind and I thought, 'What the hell'. I had just sucked him off, what difference would it make if I let him get me off too.

By the time it took me to solve my moral dilema, Jim had me stripped from the waist down. He was wasting no time.

My red silk panties were showing signs of my excitement and Jim was licking the wet spot on my crotch. Soon, he had my panties around my ankles and was hungrily working on getting me off. I knew that this was not going to last very long, and it didn't.

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck...", I was screaming as I came on his talented mouth and tongue. Jim never took his eyes off of mine as he finished me with the best orgasm I have had in many years. No wonder all the ladies line up for him.

My hands were laying on the top of his head as he continued his assault of pleasure on me. I had to push his head away from me because I was suffering from sensual overload.

Jim then knelt before me, his face covered in saliva and cum as he spoke. "We had better not tell our wives about this."

I laughed a nervous laugh, "I agree. I'm sure they don't want to hear that their husbands are a pair of cocksuckers".

Looking back on that night, I am not sure exactly what the fuck happened. Was it the wine, was it being so fucking horny all day, was it the fact that every guy in this world, at one time or another has thoughts of sucking another guy's cock or of having another guy suck his cock. Who knows. It happened

About the lying part. Yes Jim did lie. I told you, a guy with a stiff prick has no conscience. The very next weekend, he invites me out for a round of golf. I figure, what the fuck, we just blew each other last weekend, a game of golf sounds like fun. We load up our clubs in his car, then we go to pick up a third guy, and he invites us in for a beer before we play golf. We end up drinking beer, watching pornos, and sucking cock all afternoon, but that is another story ........