Nice Dump Truck
It’s another lovely day in Dallas, the sun is clouded keeping the heat at a manageable temperature. From my window, I have a stunning view of the hunk neighbor with a nice ass. He has such a gorgeous ass that I could admire forever. The shorts he has on today leave little to the imagination of his perfect bubble.
Tim is a nice guy who greets me when we see each other. We have even hung out a few times, drinking beer and watching a game. He is single and has no plans of settling down soon. It’s exciting to hear him confess this, but sad since I don’t know what team he plays for. I could feast for days on his ass if given the chance. It’s the kind of ass you want to bury your face in and eat until you are running low on breath. It’s been quite some time since I have had action so I am hornier than a bull.
Watching him strip his shirt turns me on even more. Tim is covered in tattoos that make him even hotter as if he needed anything to be hotter in my eye. His broad shoulders fit his body well, making him fuller and tantalizing. I love a man who is built and carries the huskiness of a working man. It’s the hottest thing in the world for a man to be all man. Tim is all man from his yardwork and demanding job at a tractor factory.
I admire him from afar not trying to be too creepy or throw him off. Indeed I don’t know his sexuality, and he doesn’t know mine either. It’s not that I am trying to hide it or anything you just never know how people will react. We have only been neighbors for a couple of years and have developed some sort of relationship. Throughout our time of knowing each other, we have kept things simple. Neither of us has given personally deep details about our lives so far. We usually discuss sports, work, and other casual things when we hang out.
Tim and I are Chicago Bulls fans, we loved the Derrick Rose era of the Bulls. The team has yet to live up to the time Derrick played for them, but we still both support them. We were both amazed to find out this information, there are only a few Bulls fans from recent eras nowadays. Most people are Lebron, Curry, Harden, or Durant fans. I call them bandwagoners but that is neither here nor there.
My attention is pulled to the man I secretly pine for, Tim. He is in his front yard messing with his lawnmower and giving me a show. His voluptuous ass is on display for all to enjoy as he checks the electricity for his push mower. It’s such a shame to have to watch such a magnificent ass from this far away. I should be up close and personal to take it in for all its glory. I should accidentally bump or rub against it just to get a feel, it’s probably firm and soft. Who am I kidding, an ass like that is firm. Those cheeks are carved of some perfect material that allows them to be firm, but giggle slightly with movement, the ideal kind of ass in my opinion.
Let’s not forget to mention those thick thighs that fall below. They are for sure the legs of a man who does manual labor. The kind that makes you want to have it thrown over your shoulders as you feast on a tasty hole. I bet Tim’s hole is warm and inviting between those two bubbles. My tongue would fit just fine between his cheeks.
I decide to make some lemonade for Tim to drink anything to talk to him. As I approach his yard, I get to see his lovely ass and tattooed back. God, he is so fucking hot it’s crazy. “Hey, Tim, I thought you might like some lemonade,” I say stepping into his yard.
“Hey, Brandon, thanks for the lemonade. I can’t get this stupid thing to start. Do you know anything about lawnmowers? I have checked the oil, gas, and anything common. I have no idea what the issue is man.”
Half the words he threw in my direction go right over my head. I’m too busy taking in his body. Being this close and personal with his dump trunk has me short-circuiting. “Oh on, I have no idea what could be wrong besides those. I have a lawn mower you can use anytime.”
“I may have to take you up on that. Today seems to be slipping away. I planned to do it before it got too hot. It looks like the day is set to reach the high well before the forecast. If I try to do anything today, I will pass out.”
“We don’t need that, what are you about to do? You can’t cut the grass, so what do you plan to do?” I ask, trying to be nonchalant.
“Well, I have a few things that I wanted to do, but they are all outside. I guess I have nothing else to do, how about you?”
“Not much of anything, do you want to watch some TV or something?” I ask casually.
“That’s fine with me, we haven’t gotten to spend time together. I moved in a while back and promised we would hang out sometime. I’m sorry, I got busy and.” He starts, but I cut him off.
“You just moved in and were getting settled. There is no need to explain anything to me, I understand.” I say smiling at Tim. He looks even better up close.
“I’m glad you understand. I’ll grab a pack of beers and head to your place.”
“Well since we are already here, we can just chill over here,” I say coyly.
Tim smiles brightly before turning and motioning for me to follow. Little did he know, I would follow his ass anywhere. I love that he hasn’t bothered to put a shirt back on. He is all man, and I love seeing as much of him as I can.
We enter Tim’s house through his garage which leads straight into his nice kitchen. It’s similar to mine, but he has more room between his kitchen island and the other cabinets. The layout of his kitchen is magnificent, giving way to his living room where a large screen TV takes up most of a wall. “Hey man, grab a seat on the couch and turn on whatever you want. I need to take a leak and grab a couple of beers.” Tim says, before heading to the bathroom.
I watch him go before he disappears into a room, I plop down onto his roomy, comfy couch and fish for the remote. Turning on the TV, I flip through the channels until I find something fit to watch. I decided to settle on one of my favorite shows, Modern Family.
“Ah, I love this show, man,” Tim says, walking to the fridge.
“What? I didn’t know you liked this show, Tim. This is my favorite, I love the family, but Mitch and Cam are my favorites.” I say excitedly.
“They are hilarious to me too.” He responds plopping down on the couch with me.
He hands me my beer and we kick back to watch the show, laughing and talking about the craziness of the family. Then, Tim says something that shocks me.
“I had a best friend in college, that had red hair and I had the biggest crush on him. He never knew I had a thing for him, or that I was jealous when he brought girls back to the dorm.” Tim says, shyly.
“Well, he was a fool not to have felt the same for you. You are a great-looking guy with an amazing body. I would have been all over you.” I say, staring at the floor.
Whoa, did I just admit my crush on Tim, to Tim? I can’t even look at him out of fear that he will be offended. Why do I always have to run my big fat mouth?
“You think that I am hot, and have a great body?” Tim asks in a near whisper.
“That’s not what I meant,” I say back.
“You said that you would be all over me.”
Fuck, I can’t believe he heard me. Hopefully, I can play this off.
One look at Tim and I lose all of my resolve, he is looking at me with yearning.
“I know that you have feelings for me, that is why I try to stay away.” He says.
My heart drops at the words that Tim just muttered.
“I’m sorry to have made this awkward. I’ll just head home.”
“Wait, what? No, I don’t want you to leave, and why would this be awkward? I like you too, but I haven’t dared to come out straight with you.”
We lock eyes and laugh at the irony of what he just said. He likes me but couldn’t come out straight with me.
“Tim, I don’t think there is anything straight about our conversation. At least not where I am sitting.”
“That was just too damn good. I couldn’t do that again if I tried.” Tim says, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.
“What is it you are trying to say, Tim”? I ask.
“Those feelings I had for my friend, I have the same feelings for you. There has always been something I have wanted to try. It’s embarrassing to admit.” Tim starts before trailing off.
The hot guy with the dump truck just told me he is attracted to me. What the fuck do I even say? I can’t find anything to say.
“See, I have freaked you out.” I hear Tim say.
“No, no you haven’t freaked me out. I am stunned, how come you never?” I start before trailing off.
Tim and I hardly know each other, he couldn’t even tell his friend. How on earth could he admit something like this to me? The fact that he has opened up so far is more than he should.
“I’m sorry for completely making this unpleasant for you.” Tim starts.
“You haven’t done anything wrong, Tim. I came over today because. This will sound stalkerish so bear with me, but I have admired you for a while. I like your body, handsome features, tattoos, and nice ass.” I say blushing.
“My ass? You like my ass?” Tim asks, laughing. “I have to say that isn’t weird or stalkerish to me. You are handsome, and I can’t help but notice the size of your hands and feet.” He says, waggling his eyebrows.
“Well let us have some fun then, Tim. I want to bury my face so deep in your ass, you will think we are conjoined twins.” I say with a smirk.
In a flash, Tim and I are together on his couch. My mouth begs to enter his as his mouth does the same. I manage to push him back on the couch and crawl on top parting his legs. My dick rubs deliciously on top of his hardening dick as we devour each other. He tastes even better than I could ever imagine with a hint of my favorite beer on his breath. If the top lips taste this good, then I can’t wait to get my mouth on the bottom ones.
Tim is rutting and grinding against me like a horny pubescent boy. His legs are wrapped around my waist and back, giving me the access I need to feel his warm hole. My fingers lightly graze and tickle his hole causing him to groan and bite my bottom lip.
“This is what I have wanted for so long. Give me what I need and crave.” Tim pleads with me. He holds the sides of my face as he begs me to take him with wild abandon.
“You don’t have to worry, I will make you say my name,” I say capturing his lips before I find the sweet spot, along his neck.
I don’t have extensive experience but know how to make someone go crazy. It’s just a gift I have, and now I get to share it with Tim. He thought I drove him mad when I kissed his neck and sucked his nipples. Once I got my mouth between those fat ass cheeks, he was shaking and moaning like someone found his g-spot. It was heaven on earth when my tongue touched his lower lips. They opened for me like they had been waiting for me.
On this day, Tim and I changed our relationship to something much better. I didn’t need an excuse to ogle him from my window, now I could have him anytime.
Tim wasn’t afraid to show me how much he appreciated me. He was like a dog with a bone when it came to my dick. You would have thought the guy was some kind of dick-sucking whore the way he polished my knob. He also let me finish inside every time.