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Sometimes you just get lucky. But luck isn?t all of it, sometimes there are benefits to noticing the little things in our daily lives. This is a story about how noticing my neighbor led to a dream come true for me.*I?m sorry, I should at least introduce myself a little. I?m Jack, a regular guy-next-door kind of guy. I?ve been called a DILF by a few folks, but all I?ll say about that is that I have a dad-bod. I?m in my early 40s, live a decent life and try to live life with kindness and an openness to new things. Those two traits have led to some interesting adventures, and along the way I have discovered that I have some bisexual tendencies.I think mostly I?m just a very (very!) oral guy, and recently I discovered that extended to oral sex on a guy. I love going down on a woman, exploring her every wrinkle, fold, and scent. I love the feeling of a woman orgasming with my tongue on her clit and my fingers in her pussy, as she clamps down on my hand and floods my face with happy juice. It's a good thing. On my kinky days I even like going down a little lower and licking her rosebud. Get enough tequila in me and I?ll bury my tongue deep in her ass and fuck her with it. But aside from a little college exploration that never really went anywhere, I haven?t had many encounters with guys.*Its not that I?m opposed, not at all. And I love dicks (especially my own!). All of us do, I?d wager. Anyone who watches porn is admiring the dick and how it is wielding its power. No matter how beautiful the woman or kinky the scene, the cock remains a central player in most of the porn I watch. So while I like to consider myself open to anything, I wouldn?t have called myself bisexual. But that changed recently when I started hanging out with my neighbor, John.*I live in a pretty typical neighborhood in the southeast. Middle-class folks, a little too homogenous for our own good, but safe and quiet. The houses are typical suburban homes, four bedrooms, isvecbahis three baths and a nice big garage. Most of my neighbors are like me, early-middle aged, kids growing up, wives and husbands that are busy shepherding kids through soccer practice and math tutors. It's a good life, but not the most exciting. Like most of my neighbors (I suspect), my wife and I settled into a tired routine long ago that was too focused on the kids, not focused enough on ourselves or ?us?. And so I found myself not being able to enjoy oral sex, or any sex for that matter, as often as I used to. Life just got in the way, and I suppose we were lazy enough to let it.*But one Saturday morning I woke up with a raging hard-on and a realization that I couldn?t remember the last time I didn?t take care of it myself. That made me think about the last time I was buried between the knees of a beautiful woman, enjoying her pussy, and I couldn?t remember that either. It was a frustrating realization, to say the least.*My wife was already out driving the kids to soccer, so I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, laced up my shoes and took the dog for a walk. Walking helps. If you haven?t figured that one out yet, consider it your free tip of the day. It was on that walk that I encountered John. John lives in my neighborhood, a few blocks away in a home not unlike my own. He?s about my age, owns his own business and loves to work on cars. That means he spends a lot of time in his garage. He was in his garage that morning, getting in a workout. It was spring, so his garage door was open to enjoy the cool breeze. I noticed him in there, setting up his bench press and he waved when he saw me. So I strolled up with the dog and had what I thought was a normal friendly chat.*John?s in pretty good shape. He is about 6? tall (a couple inches taller than me), weighs in around 175, and has just a little of that dad-bod-gut that most of us sport. I?m a little heavier but isveçbahis giriş not much, and know my way around a gym too. It looked like he was pretty ambitious about the weight he was about to press, so I offered to tie up the dog and spot John as he did his reps. He readily agreed.*So I got in position behind the bench while he lied down on his back, and he got to it. At first I was totally focused on the weight. You know, I had a job to do, and I?m kind of a boy scout. But as he started pressing the free weights up and down for some reason my eyes caught some movement in his shorts. He was wearing some re jogging shorts, and now that I looked it was clear that he wasn?t wearing any underwear. What caught my attention was his cock sliding across his leg, flopping on his right. I could actually see the head of his dick moving, and I remember thinking to myself that he has a pretty decent package. The head especially looked ?right? to me. Funny how that stands out now, in hindsight.*Suddenly I was feeling a little flush. And I became aware of the fact that my own cock was pretty close to his head. And now that I think of it, I could feel his breath sliding up my own shorts and almost reaching my cock (regrettably I *was* wearing underwear!). My own cock started growing, and not just a little. John finished his reps, and we chatted, and he did a few more sets. By the end of it he was sweating, his cock was all I could think about, and I was sporting some noticeable wood.*And?I think he noticed.*If he did, he didn?t give me any shit about it. As he sat back up and it was clear that my job was over, he thanked me and I mumbled a few things about how I was happy to help (which I was). I grabbed the dog?s leash and started to say goodbye when John asked me a question. ?Hey Jack,? he said, ?this evening I have to move a heavy part out of my truck and into the garage. Do you think you could lend me a hand? It's just a little too big isveçbahis yeni giriş for one person.?*For some reason I said yes way faster than I should have, because I was more than happy to come back. I said I?d pop by after dinner, around 9pm, and he said that would be perfect. So off I went, and for some reason I found that at the end of my walk I was still disturbingly horny. Even a thorough self-examination in the shower didn?t seem to help. In fact, when the ropes of cum came shooting out of my cock in that shower, I was surprised to realize I had an image of John?s cock head in my mind.*I shook it off, and went back to my day. As the afternoon came and went I found myself eagerly looking forward to heading back to John?s garage. It was a warm night, so I was in shorts and a t-shirt again. This time, however, for some reason I decided to free-ball it when I left the house to head over to John?s. Sadly, my wife didn?t even notice. She was heading up to bed as I headed out, and told me to have fun. ?Maybe I will!? I thought.John was in his garage when I got there, similarly dressed. I couldn?t tell right away because it was dark, but I found myself sneaking peeks at his crotch to see if he was freeballing it again. We exchanged pleasantries, he thanked me for coming over, and we went to his truck to grab the part. He was right about it being too heavy for one person, but for the two of us it was pretty easy, and all too quickly we had the part in the garage on his workbench.*I could feel the disappointment welling within me, but I had no idea why. But as luck would have it, John offered me a beer and asked if I wanted to hang out in the garage for a bit. ?This is my man-cave, I guess,? he said, as he opened the garage fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer. We sat on two stools near his weight bench, and he closed the big garage door to keep the bugs out. I wondered if he could tell that I wasn?t wearing underwear, and that my cock was throbbing a little as it seemed to want to poke out of the shorts. I had determined that he still wasn?t wearing underwear, and found myself admiring that rather large cock head of his while we drank our beers.*