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Caught Lackin

The weekend brought an ease with it knowing that there was no work. Richard always spent the start of this time with cleaning his house and car then heading to the store for things he was running low on.

  With his bed made, room rearranged, and clothes in the dryer Rich had thought now was as good a time of any to go clean his car and visit cvs while he was out. So slipping on his hoodie and uggs he was out the door.

" Rich, wussup bro. " he heard as soon as he stepped out.

   It was Zekel, his neighbor. Zeke was another young guy that stayed in the neighborhood so him and Rich were familiar. They weren't technically friends but they were friendly when they crossed paths.

" Hey Zeke. "

  Rich also happens to have a tiny crush on his neighbor. I mean how could he not? The man was gorgeous. Soft short dark waves against deep tan skin. His build was big however he ran so from a far he looked so slender.

  Rich made his way down the driveway to the sidewalk now being under the man.

" How are you? Those weeds giving you anymore problems?" Zeke gave him a easy smile.

" I'm well, I was on my way to run a few errands today. And since you suggested that fertilizer my lil flowers been thriving. " Rich felt a little flustered, but he kept it cool.

" Good to hear man, you are looking good. " Zeke glanced over to the garden.

  'No you look good.' Rich thought.

" you're garden is well taken care of, just trust yourself more. "

  Rich figures the garden was the main recipient of these compliments not wanting to read to much into kindness from a straight man.

" I appreciate the advice, enjoy the run. "

Is what he replies sorta awkwardly to him it seemed, however Zekel just hums foundly. With a pat of the back he's on his way.

Rich did steal glances of long bronzed legs as he made it back to his car. The power they held, the stamina they possessed, the pumps they could help produce.

With a huff Rich was in his drivers starting up the nissan. Making his way to his errands and away from those perverted thoughts.

  The Next Day...

The morning was early. Sun just rising casting a shadow over the side of Rich's house. He woke up not long ago not being able to stay in bed due to the tent awakening him under the blankets.

  Early bird gets the worm they say.

  Rich's lower half definitely thought so, so he decided to get up to deal with it.

  Now he could have layed in bed and just got a nut and went back to sleep but that just wasn't possible for him.

Rich literally couldn't catch his release without penetration.

   So it was never a quickie for him, he had to go all out or he would be unsatisfied.

  Making his way into the living room liking the setting of the couch much better, something about the bed being to flat. Rich drapes a blanket over the back of the couch so he wouldn't leave as much of a mess because he tends to get lost, to into it to think about it til after.

Rich was already naked his back gently hitting cushion. His smooth long legs raising back into him so he could view himself.

  He grabs the lube squeezing some onto his tight furry hole, the gel cool against his skin. No matter how many times he does it, a shiver still wrecks through his body until he lays his finger down to soothe over the spot spreading it out.

A huff is let out as nimble fingers stretch pass tight muscles. The fight was easy due to the help of the lube it quickly giving slack as Rich opened himself up. His other hand grips into his thigh as he scissors them apart while he relaxes.

Rich slowly grew to full length as he worked himself. The brownskin stretching over thick veins.

His lip is bit and eyebrows scrunched, when his fingers are replaced by the 7 inch, lightbrown, silicone, that he picked up from the cushion beside him.

   Rich whines as he slowly pushes it in. The toy was definitely thicker than his fingers, is what he thinks as he watches it stretch him open with ease.

  Rich had gotten a rhythm going, steady, light, just barely making it past halfway. His dick was leaking a pool of precum into his tummy so he grabbed it.

  The stiff meat stood straight up proudly leaking shiny wetness all down itself. Rich strokes himself once watching it drip.

   He gasps.

  That feeling so good.

  From grabbing himself to jerking this was enough distraction for him to open up around the toy even more.

  Deeper it went, wetter it got.

  Squishing sounds intensifying as Rich worked himself on his living room couch, at 8 in the morning, with the window cracked open-

This, Rich did not know. He opened that window last night to let some air flow through but forgot to close it before he dozed off. Then didn't remember again before he decided to engage in these sinful activities.

Rich's house was at the end of the block, on a corner. He could see the whole street from his living room but you would have to be on his walkway to see back into his house.

  He didn't have curtains for the simple fact he was cheap and didn't want to buy any yet. So someone seeing him was infact possible, however his neighborhood was a bunch of old people or people who stay there for vacation.

  The window was still cracked, someone was definitely going to hear him.

And heard him someone did.

This morning Rich's neighbor Zeke, was on his run. His route passing Rich's house twice. Once going, and again on his way back.

   Zeke usually wore headphones on his runs but today he just so happened to forget them. Outside in the morning had nice sounds so he didn't bother turning back for them.

  When Zeke was coming up on that corner, this is usually when he takes a breath also checking the road since he crosses at the corner.

With hands on hips Zeke looks right breathing in. He looks left letting that breath go, looking right again. The road was all clear he was about to continue his venture.

  " FUCK "

  A foot pauses in motion over the curb. Eyebrows raise now curious as to what that was. Zeke wasn't nosy or anything just the normal amount for a black person he thought, so he was able to push the curiosity aside to continue his task. That is until he heard more before he could ignore it.

" OH MY FUCKING GOD, YES! "

  Zeke knew these sounds. They were sounds of somebody getting cracked.

What?! he's in his twenties he knows when niggas is fucking.

Zeke was a strong man, he didn't let temptations drag him away from a goal, but damn whoever that is, it gotta be good.

Zeke did stand there a little longer, to focused on honing in on the sounds he heard.

  There was a voice yes but, he could still catch the sounds of something ... wet, like banana pudding kinda wet. Maybe because he drew closer.

Like damn he definitely wanted to find who that was so he can atleast let them know that the neighborhood can hear them, he was beginning to feel like a perv.

He turned, his eyes went big realizing these sounds were produced from Rich's house.

As Zeke made his way up the porch so he could be polite and knock he made it about halfway until he froze.

  There was Rich, toned legs threw back completely exposed while working himself with a pretty thick dildo.

  Zeke had no words, but he didn't need any to explain the immediate reaction in his shorts.

Jesus, he looked so sexy. The scene was compelling so before he knew it Zeke had made his way onto the side of Rich's house to get a better view.

TBC...