Neighbor Under Car By jgready@yahoo.com
Since my wife had gone for a night of shopping with the girls, I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood, hoping that just maybe I'd catch a glimpse of Ted, the hunky hairy guy at the end of the street. Since it was so warm, I was only wearing a rather loose pair of running shorts (no underwear) and a tank. I knew that if I sprung a woody it would be hard to hide, but it just felt so good hanging free in my shorts.
As I neared the end of the block, my heart sped up as I saw what looked to be a gorgeous pair of hairy legs sticking out from under a car in the driveway. As I got closer, I thought that whoever was under that car, seemed to be struggling. I was quite certain (positive in fact, because I've ogled those legs before) that it was Ted under the car, and he seemed to be stuck.
I approached and said, "You need some help under there?"
I heard a grateful Ted respond "Boy could I, I'm just glad my wife isn't home. She told me not to try to fix this thing myself, and no sooner do I slide under here on this crawler, that I get my shirt stuck on something, and I'll be damned if I can get loose."
"Hang on while I take a look and find out where the problem is." I got to my knees to look under the car and realized that I had a perfect view of his furry thighs, and up further into his gym shorts. I glanced at a dark thick forest of hair and saw that he had forsaken underpants too! I couldn't stare for long, so I looked around to see where he was stuck. He had somehow gotten his tank top strap caught on a bolt up behind his head. I would have to go to the other side to reach it better. I did get it unhooked rather easily, but told him to stay put till I went back to the other side of the car to finish unhooking him. I really just wanted another peak up his shorts.
After looking for a minute, I crawled in a little and made sure my elbow glanced his crotch a couple times. I think I felt him swelling a bit, and I knew I was hardening fast. I fiddled around a bit more, saying I almost had it, then slid back out, straddled his thighs, grabbed the crawler, and slowly started pulling him from beneath the car. As it happened, the crawler slid till his head was right square under my crotch, and being at full attention, I got embarrassed and jumped back, slipped and was sitting on the ground next to him. Couldn't help it but I took my knuckles, rubbed them quick in his furry belly and said "I think you're gonna live Buddy!"
This was the first time he could see who I was. I don't know if he was happy to be freed, or happy to see me, but he had the brightest, cutest smile on his face. He looked me in the eyes really intently and said, "Thanks a million, you sure came along at the right time. Could I offer you a beer as a small token of thanks?"
"Sure" I said, "My wife's out shopping all evening, and I was just trying to pass the time and stay cool. A beer sounds great."
As we entered his house, he mentioned that he'd seen me around the street and was meaning to introduce himself, but always seemed he was being rushed to go somewhere or do something, "you know how that goes." He went into the kitchen to grab the beers, and came back to the living room, handed me a beer and had me sit down. He sat in the couch across from me, and I swear, his eyes were piercing mine as he spoke. "Yeah, my wife thinks I'm pretty klutzy as a mechanic, so since she's gone for the night, I thought it would be a good chance to do some repairs on my own. I guess I am pretty klutzy under a car."
While Ted was speaking, we both took turns looking into each others eyes, and stealing glances at each other's crotches, until we were both taking little grabs at ourselves, making adjustments, and trying to hide our boners.
I was so sure the signals were there, that I stood up, knowing my cock would tent my shorts, and pretended to be looking at pictures on the mantle. Ted then stood too, and came near me to explain who was in the pictures. His "tent" was also obvious, and huge. I felt it touch my thigh. I couldn't hold back. I turned toward him and pulled his waist to me till our hard cocks were grinding together. In a flash, I pulled both of our shorts to our knees, and held our cocks together, bottom side to bottom side, with one hand, while my other hands cupped four hairy balls.
We then both sank to the floor, and I laid on my back and asked Ted to straddle my chest, so I could watch him wank. We removed our shorts and shirts, and he was over me stroking his beautiful 7" dick, while I reached behind him and slid my fingers through his hairy crack, and occasionally poked at his hole. He smelled fantastic. The perfect combo of musky sweat and manliness. I pulled him forward a bit, and reached his balls with my mouth. One first, then the other, then both at once. He was jacking furiously by now, and so was I with my free hand. All of a sudden, he stopped, asked if I minded, and reeled around so that he could lean over and taste my cock, and I could do the same to him. We were right into a cock sucking frenzy, and feeling each other's balls and assholes for all we were worth. I loved having my face between his hairy thighs, and feeling his scratchy face against mine.
Within five minutes, we both went rigid at the same time, and knew somehow that we both wanted each other to cum in our mouths. And boy did we cum. And cum and cum. When we were both drained, I spun around and laid right on top of him. Hairy chest to hairy chest, cock to cock, balls to balls, and our legs intertwined, and feet rubbing feet. I kissed him and he kissed back, I tongued, he tongued. We hugged each other harder than I've ever been hugged.
He finally broke the silence when he said, "I've been dreaming of this for along time, and never ever imagined that it could come true. I'm sure glad you happened by when you did. I sure hope that now we'll see a lot more of each other.
"You got that right neighbor"