A Rear View to a Penetration

Living next door to a cop has always, in my opinion, been great. As a woman, I've always felt safer [even though my neighborhood's a very nice one], and proud to say 'hello' whenever I see him. Anyone fighting to protect everyday citizens is a hero to me.

He's really a nice enough guy, if a little quiet and introverted, but I think that's because of the job. The epitome of the strong and silent clich�. I've even developed a little crush that my husband teases me incessantly about.

But anyway, he's always so... well, like I said. Quiet. Introverted. Very responsible. Not a pushover in any way, though. He's always had such an authoritative presence.

So you can understand my surprise when Detective Tutuola brought a man home. A man home for sex. Not that there's anything wrong with homosexuals. As a matter of fact, and I think most women can say this, I think it's kinda hot. I don't know what it is about two men getting hot and bothered by each other, but it really turns me on. I obviously wouldn't want my husband involved, but otherwise, it's really sexy.

But that's all besides the point. I think I should really get to why I'm telling you this.

It was late Friday night [or should I say early Saturday morning?] and my husband was fast asleep. Both my kids were off at sleepovers so I had the run of the place. I was busy on the computer typing away on my favorite discussion board and really getting into one of the arguments when my stupid ice cream container suddenly misplaced two pints worth of ice cream. Wondering where it went was better than admitting that I had eaten it all, so I got up and headed to the kitchen figuring that if the first two pints had just disappeared there was certainly no harm in getting another two.

As I stood in front of the freezer in the darkened kitchen I heard the detective pull in next door. It wasn't rare for him to get home so late; he often had such odd hours. Once again I felt a guilty thrill as I thought of how nice his butt looked in his suits and decided to go have a look. Just to make sure the record was accurate, of course.

As I stood in front of the open window, [New York's summer weather was always so wonderful], I saw him get out of his Saturn and stretch, looking very tired, and all alone. I was on the brink of the brilliant idea of trying to introduce him to my friend Janette [who would, in return, give me all the juicy details] when I found he wasn't as alone as he looked. Another man stepped out of the passenger's side. Now, this was a first. The detective had always come home alone.

His guest was white and older, with the kind of salt and pepper hair that I've always thought sexy, and darkly tinted glasses [at night??]. Not mentioning the ton of files he was balancing in one arm, I guessed that this was the partner.

"John," started Detective Tutuola in warning, but it was too late. John had already dropped the top two files while trying to close the car door.

"Shit," he said looking down at the files. "Listen, Finn-"

Finn?, I thought. Must be a nickname.

"Could you-"

"Yeah, I got 'em." So Finn walked around to the other side and closed the car door. Now, this is when it started to get weird. And more than a little hot.

Finn crouched down to pick up the files and his head bumped into John's crotch, but John, who's foot was underneath one of the files, didn't move. Here I am thinking the guy's some rude jerk when I look up to his face, and see his eyes closed. So he's tired, too, I thought.

Wrong.

Finn picked up the two files then looked up to find that his partner's eyes were closed. He smiled and put his right hand on his partner's leg. For a split second I thought he needed help getting up, but then I saw just where that hand was headed. It moved slowly from the shin to the inside of the calf and then started it's mini voyage up the other man's leg, massaging seductively along the way.

The bottom of my stomach seemed to go the way of my ice cream, and I could feel my face flush. Then the two detectives went further.

I could just barely hear John's moan, coming from deep within his throat and he opened his eyes, looking down with desire at Finn who moved his head towards John's crotch. He brushed the bulge with his lips then opened his mouth to the package hidden within the pants. John groaned even louder as the mouth closed, desired object seized, and a moment later he gently tugged on Finn's ponytail, pulling him away from his pants and up to stand. Finn moved towards his partner, grabbing his waist with one hand and pressing tightly against him. Being careful of the files, he grabbed the back of the man's head with his other hand and kissed him. Hard. Neither wasted anytime on a sweet leisurely kiss. This was hot and heavy, almost violent in it's force of passion. It seemed to rock both the detectives, and I had to fight the urge to call out a warning about their files.

The kiss ended far too soon for my tastes and I could see Finn whisper something, nipping at John's ear.

"No, Oda. We have to work." John said, then gestured with his head to the files. "We've got to get this done."

I'll do it if you guys'll kiss like that again, I thought.

"We'll get to that later." Finn growled and took his partner's hand, leading him into the house. I watched with my heart pounding like it hadn't done in ten years [the age of my oldest son] as Finn walked into his house, closing and locking the door after they were both inside. They walked into the living room, and he calmly took the files from his partner, placed them on the coffee table, then attacked the other man. My heart sped up at the pure display of passion between the two, and I felt the lower portion of my body responding.

Finn grabbed John by the shoulders and drew the man roughly into his arms, assaulting the man's mouth with all the power in him. John just stood for a moment, defenseless against the attention, and let Finn ravish him. He seemed incapable of moving. After a moment, he responded by moving his hands to caress Finn's butt then moved his hands to pull up Finn's shirt from the back. As John loosened the shirt, his partner was slowly backing him towards the couch until, finally there, he pushed him down onto the seat, and straddled him, careful with his weight. He dipped his head down towards John's and they shared a slow, loving kiss that melted my heart. Finn's hands were roaming languidly back and forth through John's hair, as John's wandered underneath Finn's work shirt, lifting it. John broke the kiss to use his tongue to stroke Finn's chiseled abdomen, then up to flicker quickly over the nipples, causing Finn to tighten his grip of hair. As he watched, his lover's hands suddenly turned southward, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping the pants, and then ducking into his underwear. Finn's head fell back, and his mouth opened, emitting a cry that even I heard.

I whimpered as the two men once again kissed, this time with less tongue. A controlled and loving kiss, but a kiss that nonetheless said I need this now. Finn stood up wobbling and John followed on just as shaky of legs.

Ice cream and utensil in hand, discussion board completely forgotten, I half ran, half tiptoed to my room at the end of the house. I knew that the houses were the same, but mirrored, so our bedroom was on the left side of the house, while the detective's was on the right. I also knew that the detective had a very bad habit of leaving his drapes [if he indeed had any] open. All the time. I could only hope that he and his partner would be too wrapped up in each other to think about privacy.

As I opened the door, I saw my husband asleep in the bed. Thirty two years old and in excellent shape. A personal trainer even. I thought about how I would love to wake him up and personally train him a little, but I figured I'd like to get a little more "peeping-Jane" time in first.

I walked to the bedroom window and opened my ice cream, partially melted [no doubt from the heat of the two detective's next door] and stood there, taking in a spoonful of strawberry-plum. I knew I should feel guilty for spying on the two men, but I couldn't help myself. I hadn't felt this sexually energized in years.

I saw Finn walk in closely followed by John, who closed the door quickly. He grabbed Finn's hips before he could go any further or even turn around, and pulled himself up to them. He ground himself harshly into the other man through the pants, and Finn dropped his head back onto his partner's shoulder. He reached back, grabbed the man's hair and tugged. John moved his hands from Tutuola's hips, down the front of his pants and pressed against the rock within. Finn's closed eyes shut even tighter as he pulled harder on the hair in his hand. John shoved his erection even more adamantly against Finn's butt, unrelenting, and tasted his ear. He moved his hands to turn Tutuola around in his arms, kissed his mouth, and then started to unbutton the workshirt. Finn watched lustily as John kissed his chest after every opened button, moving downward. But he didn't stop after the last button. He just kept moving down. He pushed the already open pants off Finn's hips and down his legs. Through the white cotton fabric of his underwear, I could see the size of the detective, fully erect, and gasped, feeling extra wet between my legs.

I watched as John licked Finn's shaft through the undergarment. The warm dampness of his tongue seeped through and Finn's knees started to buckle. John shot up, quickly steadying his partner, then pushed him back until they reached the bed. Finn laid back on the bed, scooting up to the pillow, and John followed on all fours like a cat. he climbed slowly on top of his partner and pressed his groin hard against Finn's. The two men kissed, then started panting as John continued to dry hump his partner. Finn grabbed John's ass and helped the gyration as John started to kiss his neck. The kiss moved up to the lips, and Finn pushed himself up, still kissing him partner, and discarded his opened shirt, fingers reaching for the buttons of the man opposite him. He was having some trouble, and broke the kiss to work with the button's. John looked down and watched as his lover fumbled with the task. His hand caressed the other man's face and then moved to hold the hands trying so hard but not even halfway through the shirt. Finn looked up into his eyes, and John moved slowly, pacing himself, to the other man's mouth, keeping his eyes locked on the other detective's. As his lips gradually touched Finn's, Finn's eyes closed in the heat of the moment, and tried to kiss John, but he moved away, teasing.

Not even opening his eyes, Finn, hands still holding the shirt, yanked the man back to him and tried to kiss him but John pulled away again, then moved to his ear, and said something. He then moved to look at his partner and nodded. Finn smiled, ripped the shirt opened, and in an instant was lavishing the other man's body with kisses and caresses of the tongue. John pushed his partner onto his back, then got off the bed, standing and watching for a moment. They kept their eyes locked together when he puled Finn's underwear off, and dropped to his knees. As John fondled Finn's hard erection, Finn's hips shot up into the air, trembling on the way back down. John placed his arms on his partner's legs to keep him from bucking up again, then licked the already leaking head of his penis. He watched Finn's shuddering reaction, then placed his mouth around the head, moving down, then back up. Finn stirred and his hands moved toward John's head, but instead moved to grab and twist the sheets on each side of him, knuckles turning pale. Then John opened wider and took the whole member in his mouth.

"JOHN!" Finn cried out loudly, and my husband stirred in his sleep. Finn was still moaning loudly enough to be heard when he pushed John off of him, then sat up, quivering all over tugging helplessly at his partner's pants. John, hands also shaking, quickly undid the button and zipper, then rid himself of any clothes.

Finn got on the bed, pulling John with him. He reached into his nightstand and took out a tube of lubricant, putting some in the palm of his hand and rubbing them together. He then reached for his partner's raised organ, teasing his aroused lover as he generously applied the oil. He then laid back with his head on the pillow, eyes closed. As he spread his legs, bringing the knees up, John took the lube on his own fingers, and started to administer it within his partner, a finger at a time. At the third, Finn started squirming against his partner's hand and said something, his face a portrait of sexual agony.

John smiled, moved his legs under Finn's, withdrew the fingers, and replaced them with the head of his taut steel. Finn reached for his own stiff appendage to start siphoning himself, but John said something that looked like Wait and it stopped Finn. Instead, he grabbed the sheets, once again twisting and turning them. John began pushing himself inside Finn, who lifted his hips in the air and toward the penis moving so seductively slow. This sent a shudder through John who started thrusting his hips faster, more eager to engulf himself within his partner. John bent down and licked the head of Finn's erection, then, while still penetrating desperately, he took Finn into his mouth. Finn's hands moved up to the headboard and began to pull at it, straining the wooden frame. He moved his hips faster and faster trying to keep up with his lover's repeated forceful collisions, and his own orgasm.

I was still marveling at John's flexibility, when Finn came, shouting his partner's name. John, only moments behind, removed his mouth from Finn's now empty and softening penis, shaking violently, and did the same. As I watched them move into each other's arms, I heard my husband sit up in bed, no doubt awakened by the scream from next door. "Is everything alright?"

I smiled and turned to face him, noticing how sexy he looked in the moonlight. He was about to find out just how alright things were going to get.

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When I woke up the next morning at around nine, I felt giddy but sore something terrible. I laughed. I had never felt so fulfilled, and as I stretched, I turned my head to the blank spot beside me. There was a clanking noise, and the smell of bacon and I knew my lover was making our breakfast. A warm, happy feeling washed through me and I laid there in the sunlight from the window reflecting on it.

In my life I'd never felt so loved, so wanted. He actually needed me. The way I needed him. That was so different from any other relationship I had ever been in.

Munch, clad in boxers and one of my white tees, walked through the door with breakfast and, unfortunately, the files we'd left untouched. He put the breakfast on the nightstand and the files on the bed. I sat up and waited for him to sit down next to me to thank him. When he got in bed, instead of using words, I grabbed the t-shirt and pulled him to me. I pressed my lips to his and waited for him to open to me. When he did I sent my tongue in to find his. We kissed sweetly for a minute, then I felt my body responding, and I deepened the kiss, pushing harder into his mouth. He lifted a hand to my chest trying to push me away as he often does when I get carried away at inappropriate times, but his hands on my body just made it worse. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and he moaned, making me harder, and I let my free hand travel to his lap. When my hand made contact with his hardening appendage, he broke the kiss off abruptly and slapped my hand away. "You're incorrigible," he said smiling, his voice low and his breath uneven.

I let go of the shirt. "That's not what you called me last night."

He blushed and looked away, shy as he always is when I speak of us. It always touches my heart that this man could ever be demure about anything, and it turns me on every time. I started to nuzzle the back of his neck, a sweet spot for him.

"Stop, Oda." He's the only person that has ever called me that, and I love it. "We need to work here."

I rubbed his back with my hands, then traveled lower.

"You're an animal, Oda. S-stop."

I didn't listen. Instead, I grabbed his hand, massaging it as I took it in my own.

His voice was getting weaker. "Do see all of those files?"

I put his hand on my stiffening erection. "Do you see what you do to me?"

"Do you know what Cregan is going to do to us if we don't finish these files?"

"Do you know what I'm gonna do to you if you don't stop talking about the damn files?"

I pushed him onto his back and mounted him, then bent down towards his lips. I closed my eyes in anticipation, hearing his rapid breathing, feeling his heart pounding beneath my hands on his chest, and I opened my mouth to his-

Bagel.

I opened my eyes in surprise and disappointment, to see him holding a bagel in front of his mouth. He was just as aroused and in need, but clearly resolved about finishing the files.

"Okay," I said innocently, but with a devilish plan in mind. "But just let me kiss you."

But my lover knew me well. "I don't think so."

"I have to." I made sure all the longing I felt for him was in my voice. "Please, let me kiss you."

He blushed again, but stayed firm. "Afterwards."

I grinned down at him. "Who's on top of who here? I don't have to get off."

"But you will."

I slumped, then moved off of him, muttering. He stuck the bagel in my mouth and sat up, handing me a file. I pouted at him. "Oh, yeah, perfect substitute for sex. Thanks." He kissed me on my cheek, making it my turn to blush [though why I've know idea], and grabbed some bacon.

Opening the file, I took a bite of my food and looked out the window. As I glanced at the neighbor's bedroom window the bagel fell out of my hand, and I felt my sexual urge start to stir again.

"John?"

He looked up. "Yeah?"

I pointed and he saw what I saw: my neighbor, Lana, completely naked and on top of her husband, riding him. A moment later she screamed out his name, and I turned to Munch.

He shook his head, eyes wide. "Oh, no you don't, Tutuola. Files first."

I slouched against the headboard, sulking, and watched my neighbor as she reached climax over and over again. "You think they'd close their curtains."

FIN