Well That's What Neighbors are For Pt. 02

Working with Luke, I finalized the plans for the kitchen renovation. The kitchen cabinets were to be replaced with new ones built in Luke's garage/workshop, but I also decided on framing in a pantry in the back of my kitchen near the laundry room, as well as adding an island cooktop with a large stainless steel vent hood; the space where my current range was located would be filled with a small wine refrigerator.

My plans for the renovation changed so drastically because it would mean Luke would be spending much more time at my house, and in my bed. For this reason, the final plans did include a decent fee for Luke, which he protested vehemently, but which I insisted upon just as vehemently because he would be losing so much of his spare time. Time that would keep him away from his family, and time that I considered his wife may have issue with if he were doing it for free. No sense rousing her suspicions and causing him any grief over it, and I assure you it was not merely a selfless gesture on my part. Not only did it ensure that I would be able to get my hands...and mouth...on Luke anytime either of us desired it but the total cost was still much lower than the estimate I had received in the past for much more work than was originally planned.

A few days after Luke had finished the plans, taken thousands of measurements, and nearly filled an entire notebook with sketches and notations, I was called out of town on business and was to spend a week away while Luke began his work. I had a set of keys to my house made for him and added his own code to the house alarm system so that he could work whenever he was able to. Again, not an entirely selfless act.

The security system I had on my house wasn't just burglar alarms and monitoring service. It included several cameras, interior and exterior, which could be monitored remotely from my phone or laptop. One camera was positioned to monitor the front entrance, and provided a view of nearly the entire front room. Another on the side entrance located in the kitchen; another monitored the back door, and one outside the back door which also monitored much of the back patio and yard. The final camera was located in my bedroom, due to the fact that I had a small, hidden safe in a fake section of wall. There was no treasure trove stored inside; very little along the lines of valuables, but I did use it to store paperwork that would be hard to replace and several years of tax information.

I could also turn on alerts on an app on my phone that would send me text alerts whenever he used his code to disarm the alarm, allowing me to be able to monitor the cameras and see him inside the house. I thought it would be a fun way to play with Luke while I was gone, but also to feel him out to see how uninhibited he could be.

I was set to fly out of town on Sunday afternoon and Luke offered to drive me the forty-five minute drive to the airport and I accepted. I travel a few times a year for work and I prefer to be at the airport a little early to take advantage of upgrades if they are available so we loaded my bags into the back seat of his king cab pickup truck and left out around nine in the morning.

On the drive we chatted a little and the conversation inevitably turned to sex. I learned from him that his first sexual experience actually happened with a male cousin, that they had jacked off together several times, starting when they were both sixteen years old, and that it turned to jacking each other off, and later to his cousin blowing him. The thought of young Luke feeding his cousin his dick really got me aroused and I adjusted my hardening dick several times while he told me about it. When I noticed Luke adjusting himself I knew he was getting hard as well and I reached over and started rubbing his dick through his pants. He sighed quietly as I gripped him and pushed his hips forward to give me better access. I took this as an invitation and started unfastening his pants and freeing his dick. When he sprang loose I immediately began jacking him off.

"And what happened next?" I asked him encouragingly, my hand gliding in a slow rhythm up and down his shaft.

Luke looked around nervously, eyeing the other cars on the highway. "Oh god." He sighed. "What if someone sees?"

"Don't worry about them, just keep telling your story. Did you ever suck his dick?" I kept pumping his dick, feeling his foreskin roll back and forth.

He pushed his dick up into my hand. "No. He always sucked me off." He started rolling his hips at the same tempo of my pumping. "He never let me cum in his mouth though. I had to warm him I was close and then he'd jack me off until I came."

"You hated that, didn't you?" I rolled his foreskin over the head of his dick and pinched it together.

Luke gasped and grunted. "Yes. Jacking doesn't feel as good as sucking," He blurted out.

"Oh, really?"

I stretched over the seat and wrapped my mouth around the head of his dick and sucked hard on it. Sitting back up, I asked, "Should I keep jacking or sucking?"

Again, he looked around at the other cars on the road, then over at me. "Someone's going to see!"

I grinned wickedly at him. "Let them." I stated then took hold of the base of his shaft and leaned back over and sucked him into my mouth. I worked him with my tongue and pulled suction against his warm flesh while I jacked him with my hand.

"Oh, fuck." He moaned.

It was obvious he was nervous about possibly being seen, but it was also very obvious he was highly aroused about possibly being seen. His dick was as hard a steel and it pulsed with his heartbeat in my mouth. I loved that I was shocking him into arousal so strongly and started pulling back until he just came out of my mouth. This put my head just high enough that I could have been seen bobbing up and down on his dick to any passerby who happened to look over.

He soon began panting and driving his dick up into my mouth, matching my strokes.

I pulled off his dick and looked up at him. "You're close, should I just jack you now?" I asked.

He growled as he grabbed my hair in a tight grip and pushed me back down on his dick, forcing his entire length down my throat. He fucked me mouth as best he could while driving and not killing anyone.

I felt the first spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat and his grip on my head loosened and I jumped right back in and started bobbing up and down on his dick, milking the last drops out of his dick.

"Holy hell!" He exclaimed as his orgasm wound down. "I didn't think I'd be able to drive while you were doing that."

Then it hit me... "You've never had road head?" I asked, still licking on his softening dick.

"I barely ever get regular head, definitely never while I was driving."

This poor man, I thought to myself. "I think there are going to be a lot of things to teach you." I said, and grinned as I sat back up in my seat and tucked his dick back into his pants.

The rest of the drive was uneventful and we arrived at the airport shortly after. Luke helped me to unload my bags and stack them on a trolley and as I turned to shake his hand goodbye he hugged me. I was a little stunned at first, but quickly returned the hug. His arms around me and the warmth of his body pressed against mine felt really nice, but I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking in that moment.

"Have a safe trip," he said against my ear. "And hopefully I'll be well into things by the time you get back." He stepped back, his hands still gripping my shoulders as he smiled.

I smiled back and rubbed his arm. "Thank you Luke, I can't wait to see the place once it's done." As I started pushing my trolley towards the check in door I called over my shoulder to him, "And if you're really good while I'm gone, I may just bring you back a surprise."

He laughed and waved, then climbed into his truck and drove away.

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My flight was uneventful and I napped through most of it, and a short cab ride later I was checking into my hotel. Once I'd found my room and sorted my bags, I pulled out some of the paperwork I would be needing and was going over them for my meeting in the morning, but my mind kept slipping back to Luke's hug. I'd had to tell myself several times already, as thoughts started rolling through my head, that I wasn't catching feelings. Luke was married, with a family, and was simply looking for a little adventurous sex because of a lack of it at home. According to him there hadn't been much of any sex, let alone the adventurous kind, in quite some time for him, and he was simply quenching his a thirst with me. It was a pity, really. So far, he seemed to be really open to most anything and could not get enough of me playing with, and in, his ass. He had even gotten off without touching himself just from having his ass fucked with the toys we played with; something I've never been able to achieve.

As I sat there, completely distracted from any work I needed to be doing with thoughts of Luke naked and writhing on my bed, an alert popped up on my phone. True to his word, Luke had disarmed the alarm and was in the house to get started.

I quickly opened the security app and pulled up the front camera in time to see him cross the room and go into the kitchen. Switching over to the other camera I saw him standing there, his back to me, hands on his hips looking around the room as if he was deciding on where to start first.

I swiped over to the messaging app and typed out a text. I see your code works, I got the alert right away. Nice view, by the way.

Swiping back over to the app, I waited a few seconds and saw him pull his phone from his back pocket and read the text. He looked up and then spun around to the camera, laughing and waved. I couldn't help but to grin at how open his face was when he smiled.

Are you staring at my ass, you perv, he typed back.

Now it was my turn to laugh. Of course I am! If you put it on display like that you'd better expect me to look.

I saw him read the text again and laugh some more. He grabbed his crotch in both hands, gathering his junk up into a big bulge in the front of his pants and made a tongue-hanging-out face at the camera.

Now who's the perv? I typed back Be careful or I'm going to insist you work in the nude!

Oh, you want a strip show? Well that costs extra. He wagged his finger at the camera and shook his head at me, then he grabbed the hem of his shirt and started slowly tugging it up. To my great dismay, he stopped.

And what if I demanded that you pull your dick out and jack off for me? I really liked the idea of spying on him while he jacked off in my kitchen, and my mind started running with other games we could play on camera.

Well, you ARE the boss so I guess I'd have to pull my dick out and cum all over your kitchen floor. He replied, and began to pull at the front of his pants.

I happened to glance at the time on my phone screen and realized I'd wasted so much time already. I had to get this paperwork sorted and prepared for tomorrow.

Not right now, but maybe tomorrow.

With an overly dramatic frown, he shrugged and replied, Yes sir, mr boss sir.

God, why did him calling me sir sound so hot.

I like you calling me sir. Maybe when I get home I'll fuck you into the mattress while you beg "sir" for more. I know that was pushing things a bit more to the naughty side than we'd gone thus far, but I wanted to know how he'd respond to that.

I watched him read the text and then he looked up at the camera. I couldn't tell from his expression what he was thinking, but then he set his phone down on the counter and pulled his dick out of his pants. He was fully hard and he tugged his dick a few times before picking his phone back up, his dick still standing tall, and replied. Now look what you've done SIR, my dick is all hard and you're not here to do anything about it.

I couldn't believe what I read. I knew then that I was absolutely going to have some fun with Luke while I was on this trip.

Put that thing away before you knock the paint off something with it. And no getting off until I get back home.

I watched him read the text and saw his shoulders slump and he dropped his head, pouting.

Yes sir. But you have to promise to make it up to me when you get back. Then he put his phone down again and tucked his still hard dick back into his pants.

Yea, I was absolutely going to enjoy this.

We both have work to do, so let's get to it. I typed. I'll text you tomorrow.

He read the text then looked up at the camera and blew a kiss.

I closed the app and pulled my laptop over in front of me and pulled up a webpage, a thousand wicked thoughts running through my head. A key clicks and keystrokes later and I finished that task, so I pushed everything away and got back to my paperwork.

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Monday passed in a blur of handshakes, meetings, fake smiles, and coffee. That morning I fought myself from sending Luke a good morning text. He is not your boyfriend, I reminded myself, he is your married neighbor-booty-call-fuck-toy and nothing more. You cannot catch feelings. Right, that's sorted then.

Around 5:30 that afternoon my phone alerted that the alarm had been disarmed and I received a text shortly after.

Busy? Was all it read.

Shit day full of meeting, getting dressed for a dinner meeting. Everything ok? I typed back as I cleaned myself up in the bathroom and prepared to get dressed.

Yea, no worries. Just wondering if these things record or just monitor. That was an odd question, he must mean the cameras.

They store up to forty-eight hours of video and auto-delete after that.

I busied myself dressing, business casual seemed to fit with the plans so I put on a pair of khaki chinos and a polo shirt.

Cool. Was the reply he sent back, and then nothing else.

Checking the time, I grabbed my wallet and phone and headed out the door.

Dinner was more boring small talk and posturing by the office know-it-all guy that all businesses seem to have. This one was a Bruce, and he was one hundred percent A Bruce. Around 7:30, while everyone was sipping on a cocktail, I found myself daydreaming during Bruce's boastful chatter when I remembered Luke's question, so I pulled out my phone and opened the security app. Checking the cameras I found that he wasn't in the house and I swiped over to the text from Luke to see the time of the conversation and then clicked back over to the recordings tab on the app and searched for that time period. I found Luke standing in the front room with his phone in his hand, then looking up at the camera. This must have been when he was texting me. A few more times using the phone and he starts taking his clothes off, doing a slow little hip swaying dance as he did it.

I paused the video then glanced around the table to make sure no one was bothered by me being on my phone when I caught the eye of a lady, who's name I don't remember, and she rolled her eyes and mouthed "blah, blah, blah" at me and laughed behind her hand. I pulled an exasperated expression on my face and sighed and we both silently laughed. She turned back to the conversation and I turned back to my phone.

Luke finished his strip tease and was standing in my living room stark naked with his hard dick standing out in front of him. He lay down on the floor on his back with his legs spread and bent at the knees and took his dick in his hand and started slowly stroking it up and down. I watched as he manipulated and pinched the foreskin covering the head as he tugged on his balls with his other hand. My dick started getting hard as I watched his little show. He lay there, jacking himself off and he dropped his other hand from his balls as he drew his legs back to his chest, exposing his ass. I watched him as a finger disappeared into his hole while he kept slowly pumping his dick. A second finger soon followed the first and he made exaggerated faces showing his pleasure. He started pumping his dick and finger-fucking his ass faster while making very dramatic faces as if he were about to cum, but then he stopped, pulled his fingers from his ass and took his hand off his dick. He sat up and grinned at the camera before he stood up and started getting dressed again.

I closed out the security app and opened his text. Oh, now you've done it you evil little ass monster! I'm sitting at a table full of stiff collared coworkers with a hard dick because of your little antics.

I set my phone down and took a drink of my cocktail just as everyone politely laughed at Bruce's chatter so I joined in.

My phone chimed with a text alert and I opened it and read.

Oh no! I'm so sorry SIR it'll never happen again, I swear!

I cut my eyes around the table to find that no one was looking at me grinning at my phone. It had better happen again! But only when I say it is to happen. And you're very lucky you didn't cum or I may have been disappointed.

I certainly wouldn't want to disappoint the SIR!

I laughed and typed back, Keep it up and I'll have to slap your ass when I get back home.

When no reply came after a few minutes, I put my phone away and pretended to be listening to Bruce again, when all I could do was think about arriving home to Luke being in my house.

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Tuesday started the same as Monday, but with fewer meetings. Just before lunch I received an alert from the security app and checked to see that Luke had disarmed the alarm. I didn't have the time to text him just then, but a few minutes later I received one from him, Have the rest of the week off from work, planning to get all the demo done and start some of the installation.

I stopped in at a little cafe near the office I was working out of to have my lunch by myself. I had heard several people in the office rave about their lunch specials; and besides, a little break from the office dynamic would be a bit refreshing. I ordered the tomato bisque and grilled havarti cheese sandwich and pulled out my phone to text Luke while waiting for my order.

Lunch break. These people are a bit taxing. I sent to him.

A minute later he replied, Is someone bothering you SIR? Do I need to come kick someone's ass???

Two things make me chuckle...the way he typed "sir" in all caps, and that he was offering to come kick someone's ass for me. Like my bodyguard. Or my knight in shining armor come to save the day.

Damn, I needed to stop thinking like that.

Calm down Killer, I typed back, There are no asses that need kicking. Just boring office types wearing on my nerves. The week can't end quick enough though, that's for sure.

There was a pause before his reply. The waitress brought my food and I was half way through a bowl of very good soup and the creamiest, butteriest grill cheese sandwich I'd ever eaten.

When the text alert came through, it was a picture of a small package followed by, This package was just delivered. It's addressed to me (?)

Yes, I typed, Open it.

A flush of excitement washed over me and I opened the security app and accessed the cameras. After our conversation Sunday, I placed an order on my favorite toy website. A little something for Luke, but also for my enjoyment.

Luke stood in the front room with the box under his arm and his phone in his hand. I saw him set his phone down and start to open the box. Inside was a smaller black box and he began to open that one too. Pulling out the plastic packing inside, he pulled out a four inch dick shaped buttplug. He stood looking at it for a second, then looked at the camera with an expression that said "what is this thing?"

It's your very first buttplug. I figure while you're working on the kitchen NAKED you can have this filling your cute little ass so I know that it is being taken care of while I'm away.