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With a groan I slammed my almost emptylager bottle onto the table and stood up. I briefly debated putting on some trousers but then figured what the hell ? if someone wants to knock at the front door ten minutes after I've got home from work then they'll just have to put up with me in my white Calvins and shirt. Opening the door I was a little surprised. It wasn't some kind of charity mugger or local councillor garnering votes. No, it was my hot as fuck neighbour, Warren. I could qualify that further: My hot as fuck straight neighbour. My hot as fuck straight neighbour with no shirt on. My hot as fuck straight neighbour with no shirt on who my wife and I both want to fuck. ?Hi.? I managed to croak out the word. I'd barely spoken two or three words to him since he'd moved in a couple of months ago. My wife, however, had conversed with him a little more detail. Apparently he was Maltepe Escort some kind of builder and played a lot of football. He also fucked a lot. His bedroom adjoined ours. I don't think I need to go in to more detail, although historic echoes of his grunts rattled through my brain as my eyes picked out the sweat amongst the dark blond curls on his chest and the bulge in his shorts. ?Alright, mate. I'm sorry to bug you, but I've left my phone and my keys in the fucking van. Any chance I could borrow your phone and get 'em to come back?? ?Uh, yeah. Sorry. Yes, no, not a problem. Come in. Please.? I moved back into the hallway, and paused as he spoke again. ?I'll just take these off. Don't wanna be treading all kinds of crap around.? I smiled. ?No, thanks. I doubt the wife'd like it much.? He smiled up back at me as he unlaced the black boots Maltepe Escort Bayan and tugged his feet out of them. I gulped and wondered why a sweaty football sock was making my stomach do the kind of flips that are generally reserved for, well, a sweaty rest of him. ?Phone's in there.? I pointed to the living room. ?You want a beer while you wait?? ?Christ, yeah, mate! Been a shitter of a day.? ?No probs.? I gently kicked the door round as I went into the kitchen. I grabbed my phone from next to the fridge and opened a message to my wife. He's here. Shirtless