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Subject: The Street Where I Live – Part 6 IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS : This is a work of fiction. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. © ail, 2020. No part of this story “The street where I live” may be reproduced in whole or in part in any manner without the permission of the copyright owner. I am lucky that Nifty exists and posts my story. Please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Every little helps. fty/donate.html ————– CHAPTER 6 – I quickly jumped of the counter, grabbed the kitchen paper, cleaned the window, floor and then myself off just as I heard step coming down the stairs. Phew, that was close. The next few days were busy with unpacking the boxes, putting furniture together and making minor repairs to get the house to a stage where we felt we were happy living in it. For sure there were some things that needed doing like replacing the heating and the windows and painting some of the rooms. The house desperately needs a second bathroom too. I’d not heard anything from Carlos since or adventures, although I hadn’t written either. I guess that with the unpacking I’d been too busy, and in the evenings Rachel and I were either too exhausted, or just had a quick tumble under the sheets – nearly always with her coming first! As she jacked me off, flashes of Carlos’ body would appear in my mind, bringing me to orgasm, my spunk hitting me and my wife in the face as she continued rubbing my cock up and down. The following Friday afternoon I was out in the garden after work putting some of the kids toys away when I heard voices across the road at the empty house opposite. “Well, here you go tuzla eve gelen escort Mr. Knight, I’m sure you and Mrs. Knight will love living here. Here are the keys. I hope you have a good move tomorrow. If you need anything then please let me know”. I tried to peer through the front hedge to see if I could catch a glimpse of my new neighbours. I could just see a woman who I figured to be around 30, shoulder length dark hair. From what I could see she had a plain face and an ok body. It might of been her clothes, but did’t seem to be much shape on her body, including her lack of breasts. Absolutely no reaction from my groin. Next to her stood a six foot tall dark haired man. His short dark hair was combed over to the right, he was clean shaven, except for a small bit of beard on his bottom lip. He had a smile on his face that made him look so cute, young but manly. I couldn`t see any more of him because of bushes. “Babe, I need the toilet”, I heard the woman say to her husband. “Well why don’t you go in our new house baby, I’ll wait here” he said. I walked over to the driveway and checked our mailbox. “Very subtle” I thought to myself. The view from this angle was much better, although there wasn’t much to see because the guy was wearing a suit. As I reached the mailbox the guy looked up and saw me. He smiled and started walking over towards me. I smiled and walked out onto the street to meet him. “Hello new neighbour, my name is Roman”, he said stretching out his hand. I took his hand and introduce myself”. “New neighbour, also you’ve bought the old place then?” “Ah, no, not yet” Roman replied. “We just renting for the time being, hopefully will be able to buy it in the future. Actually I’m glad I saw you, firstly obviously to introduce myself, but secondly because will actually tuzla otele gelen escort be moving in tomorrow. So I wanted to apologise in advance for any trouble we might cause, because obviously with the removal truck and noise tomorrow” he trailed off. “Hey that’s no problem”, I said “we’ve only just moved in ourselves so we also caused the neighbours a bit of a headache recently. Well, welcome to the neighbourhood, and if you need any help tomorrow feel free to let me know”. With that he went back to the house, and I went back to my gardening. I couldn’t get the thought out of my head though, Roman was taller than me, slimmer, but had a really cute face. I kept trying to picture in my mind what he would look like without that suit on. I quickly found myself imagining pushing his jacket off his shoulders and slowly and undoing his tie. ” oh my God”, Rachel so that she climbed off me for the third time that evening. ” three times you Randy bugger, and you’re still hard! I don’t think my pussy can take anymore, and my jaw aches from suck you off as well”! She kissed me, rolled over and within a few minutes I could tell by the sound of her breathing that she was asleep. She was right though, I was still hard and couldn’t get my mind off of Roman. The next morning Rachel kiss me awake and told me that she was off out with the kids for the day. I have some stuff to do around the house anyway so only put on a pair of shorts. About 8 am the removal truck turned up. It was the same company that we used however, I didn’t see Carlos anywhere. I texted him to see what he was doing, but didn’t get any answer. I kept looking out of the window but tried to keep it as discrete as possible. Every now and again I managed to catch a glimpse of my new neighbour. From what I could see tuzla sınırsız escort he was wearing shoes with no socks knee length shorts and white white T-shirt which, by 9:30, was starting to become see-through with sweat. I instantly noticed that my cock was hard in my pants as well. I grabbed my tea, went over to the sofa and I sat down trying to think of something else, but my mind kept wandering. There was nothing to do, so I pulled my shorts down and started pulling and stroking my hard meat. My juices were already flowing so I took some on my finger and put it in my mouth, enjoying the salty taste and leaving a thread running up my body. I spread my legs and started masturbating, gentle strokes picturing my new neighbour with his head between my legs. Just then the doorbell rang, making me jump. I pulled my shorts back on quickly and adjusted myself as best I could. I went to the door. “Hi new neighbour, it me Roman” the hunk stood there, his perfect nipples showing through his wet t-shirt. I saw his eyes check me up and down and a grin come over his face. He put his finger out and wiped up some of the precum thread from my chest. “Wow, hot day isn’t it. I see you’re sweating as much as me”. Then he put his finger in his mouth and licked it dry. My cock pulsated. “I was wondering if you could come over with a screw driver and give me a hand. The guys have almost finished and will leave soon. My wife has done a runner for the weekend to her parents with the kids and my mates who were supposed to come help have left me high and dry. I’ve got lots of screwing to do” he grinned. I stood there, my mouth open gawping at him, my bulge clearly showing. Did this guy seriously just taste my precum and ask me in a seductive way to come to his empty house to screw? “Erm, yeah, sure” I managed to mutter. “I’ve just got something to finish up here and I’ll be over. Say when the truck has gone”? “Sure” he replied “just don’t tire yourself before you come over”. ———- Thanks again for reading, your constructive or positive comments are greatly appreciated so feel free to email me. Check back for chapter 7. Cheers Red.

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