Weekend Josh

From: Stephen Albrow

Picture: Mike

Published in: Men, Aug. 2005

It's amazing how different a person can look when you see him out of context. I was so used to seeing my next-door neighbor, Josh, leaving for work in his three-piece suit and tie each morning that I barely even recognize him when I spot him at the nightclub. His three-piece has been swapped for a pair of black leather pants and a skintight dark blue T-shirt. I have to check several times to make sure that it's him, but his sexy smile and his dark brown eyes prove to be unmistakable.

Josh had moved into the house next door to mine about two months ago. I was off work the day that he brought over his things, so I helped him to carry them in from the truck, as a way of getting to know him. He seemed a quiet type, perhaps a little shy, leaving me to make most of the conversation. Even that first meeting, there was something about him that made me wonder if he might he gay, but with him being shy. I didn't ask.

Unfortunately, since that initial meeting, Josh and I have hardly spoken to one another. He leaves for work early every morning and doesn't get back till late at night. I sense that he's a real workaholic, which bothers me, as I've really wanted to find out what he's like.

Thank God for tonight's nightclub encounter! It shows me a side of Josh that I'd never seen before. Far from behaving shyly, he's attracting lots of attention to himself by dancing provocatively in the center of the room, waving his arms around everywhere and wiggling his ass in his tight leather pants. Lots of guys are watching him closely, so I know that I have to act fast if I want to be the one that gets to take him home tonight.

"Hi, Josh," I say, heading over to him. "It is Josh, isn't it? You look so different out of your suit and tie."

"This is 'Weekend Josh,' " he says with a smile. "I'm stuck in that suit and tie all week, so on the weekend I like to get out and party."

"That's great," I say, smiling right back, "because I was worrying about you working too hard."

"Hell no," Josh responds, then he grabs my hand and leads me to the side of the dance floor. "I know when the work has to stop and the playing has to start," he adds, then he wraps his arms around my body and forces his tongue inside my mouth.

Generally I shut my eyes when I'm kissing, but on this occasion I keep them wide open. That's partly due to the fact that Josh is gorgeous, but it's mainly because I still cannot quite believe that this forward young man is my shy, reserved neighbor. His tongue is shooting in and out of my lips at speed while his hands are groping virtually every part of my body. Weekend Josh and Weekday Josh are clearly two totally separate people, and I don't have to toss a coin to work out which of the two I prefer.

"You see," says Josh, momentarily pulling his tongue from my lips, "once you get me out of the suit and tie, I really do know how to party."

Before I have a chance to comment, he grabs my hand and leads me outside. "Your place or mine?" he asks as we climb into the back of the nearest cab.

"What's the difference?" I answer, then we both fall silent, like two little innocent schoolboys. The driver is a mean-looking bastard whose permanent sneer seems to suggest that he doesn't like the pair of fags that he's just picked up from the fruit bar. Every so often he'll glance into his mirror to make sure that Josh and I aren't touching or kissing. This makes us both get a fit of the giggles, which grows worse when Josh starts making grabs for my cock each time the driver looks away from us.

"Stop it," I tell Josh a couple of times, after the driver almost spots him with his hand on my fly. Sadly, there is no stopping Weekend Josh from having his fun. He waits until the driver is looking at us again, then he presses his face into my lap, like he's about to give me a blow job.

The driver kicks us out right away, then he speeds off without even asking for the fare. Because of this, we have to walk the last mile home, and as we progress, I slip my hand down the back of Josh's leather pants and poke my finger into his ass. His hole is pliable, as if he'd lubricated himself before going out in the expectation of getting laid. My cock gets stiff just at the thought of it. Weekend Josh really knows what he wants, and it's obvious that what he wants tonight is me.

"It pays to be prepared," he tells me as we reach his house and go inside. I ask him about the advanced lubing. "When you work as hard as I do, you don't want to waste even one second of free time," Josh explains. He grins as he as he pulls a condom out of his pocket and hands it to me.

While I bag up my erection, Josh strips stark naked, then he bends right over the back of his couch with his well-toned buns poking up toward me. Not wanting to waste any more precious free time, I move up close to him and slot my cock between his ass. With a few nifty wiggles he maneuvers his butt hole backward so that my cock head penetrates it.

"Let's fucking get the party started," Josh shouts out as I ram my shaft deep inside his ass. Right from the moment of penetration I jam in good and deep. My bulbous cock head has split his insides in two, making it easy for the rest of my shaft to follow on behind it. I feel convulsions shoot through his anal tract as his insides try to get a firm hold on my erection. Luckily for me, there is so much lube in his ass that there's no way that his butt hole is ever going to get hold of my cock. His muscles can convulse just as much as they like, but that isn't going to prevent me from ramming my cock in and out of his hole at will.

For 10 whole minutes Josh stays bent over the back of the couch while I fuck him hard and fast. Over and over my cock slams in and out of his sphincter, producing a level of friction that you simply wouldn't believe. Helped along by the ample lubrication, I work myself up into a total butt-fuck frenzy. With jerks of enormous strength, depth and passion I hammer the full length of my huge, engorged dick in and out of Josh's tiny hole. He screams with exhilaration after every forward thrust of my cock, as he gets off on the extent of the pleasurable feelings that my cock is producing inside his butt.

"Faster, faster!" Josh keeps on yelling, like he can't get enough of these sweet sensations. Reaching round his body, I grab hold of his cock, which has stiffened into an eight-inch boner. If I wanted proof of how turned-on the guy is, then I have it right here in the palm of my hand. I squeeze my fingers around his crown while continuing to power my cock in and out of his ass. Spasms of pleasure make his cock head pulsate each time my cock slams deep between his buns.

The spasms are the key to my climax. The feel of his rock-hard cock head pulsating in my hand sends a message to my brain that makes me take off into orbit. In a rapid sequence of short sharp thrusts, I slam my cock in and out of Josh's sphincter. The sequence of thrusts come to a sudden finish when my cock head begins to spill its load. At this point I plug Josh's corn hole with the full length of my erection, keeping my cock head deep within his ass until I'm ready to drain my sac dry. Then I pull out, yank off the rubber and shoot a creamy gob of glistening jizz all over his muscular back and shoulders. It's a moment of perfect contentment for me - I have finally fucked the boy next door. An eternity seems to elapse before my cock head stops pulsating, but once it does, I shake the come from my cock, licking it off my fingers, then I get Josh to stand up straight. He turns around to face me and kisses my lips while I lazily jerk his erection back and forth between my fingers. His cock head is still pulsating like mad, but I know just how to solve that.

After several lusty kisses, I drop down to my knees. I grip my lips around his crown and swallow his first five inches. I have to open up wide to accommodate his succulent cock, especially when Josh immediately decides to thrust the rest of his shaft between my lips.

Suddenly I'm sucking on his full eight inches and it proves just a little too much for me to deal with. I begin choking on his pubic hair, so I pull my lips back a couple of inches, then I just hold tight while Josh proceeds to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. The butt fuck has obviously stoked plenty of sexual tension in his body, because he's pumping his cock between my lips with pent-up passion. As he gets gradually closer to orgasm, his thrusts grow even faster and deeper. Never before in all my life have I had a cock so far down my throat. In pursuit of his climax, Josh starts thrusting so deep that I can feel his balls slapping against my chin.

He keeps on thrusting, fucking my mouth with unrelenting passion. I wrap my arms around his body and spread my fingers out across his ass, while I flick my tongue all over his shaft, dousing his meat in saliva. Josh holds my head in a steady position while his cock plunges in and out of my mouth. The speed of the face fuck reaches incredible heights, and if he wasn't holding my head in his hands, he would have fucked my head right off.

As it is, though, Josh manages to keep my lips in place long enough to enable him to deliver the final forward thrust that sees his cock head start to erupt. A warm sensation in the back of my mouth makes it clear that a whole lot of spunk is shooting out. I run my tongue all over his cock, getting off on the rapid pulsations making his knob expand and contract. Then I push my lips down his shaft and flick my tongue against his balls as Josh runs his fingers through my hair. I slowly pull my lips back up his shaft, satiated at having made him shoot his load.

He helps me to my feet, and we get nice and cozy on the sofa. There's a rerun of All About Eve on cable, so we make some popcorn and sit up till the early hours watching it and a couple of old black-and-white sitcoms. I know that it's only next door, but still, I don't go home until Monday morning. Lucky me, I wind up spending the rest of the weekend with Weekend Josh.

It's horrible seeing Josh heading off to work in his suit and tie on Monday morning, but I guess it's kind of funny, too. Having spent the weekend with him and having had so much fun in the process, suddenly it becomes impossible for me to picture him sitting around in an office all day - whereas before, that had been my only real image of Josh, and the carefree guy in the club had been the unimaginable, unrecognizable side of him. It's amazing how different a person can look when you see them out of context, and the context that I saw Josh in had totally changed in the course of a weekend. Before that night in the club I had seen him as my shy, workaholic next-door neighbor, but ever since then, I see him as my gorgeous, irrepressible, totally spontaneous lover.

Roll on, Friday nights is what I say!