#neighbormen

[desaudades]

+ @neighbormen asked for wally.

ʚ♡ɞ — it was another early morning for wally, prepping for upcoming exams while simultaneously trying to run an occult store wasn't exactly the easiest thing to combine — especially when his dad had been away for the past couple of days on business matters. the store hadn't opened yet, still had an hour or so to stare at his laptop and go over one of his biology courses before opening.

the boy tapped away at his keyboard for a little while, correcting any mistakes he saw, but ultimately getting bored with the subject matter — too much revising of the same thing. his eyes darted across the room, falling on some shelves that needed restocking, so he got up and re-arranged some of the things that were placed on them, added some where there were missing. dad should be coming back soon, he thinks to himself. right before opening, too.

[todebase]

to be clear, sam was excited for the camping trip with uncle jack. and, well, of course he was excited: a couple years younger than sam's dad, uncle jack was the cool one. never settled down, living in the woods, no wife or kids, calloused hands, tales of a wild life. as a kid born and raised in the suburbs, he wanted to see what it was like to live like that, even if it was for a weekend.

“just can't believe you made it from scratch, uncle jack. basically from nothing!” the boy chuckles, sweet-brown eyes reflecting the bonfire that they sat around. he'd been wide-eyed at most things since they left home, from those old flannel shirts thrown in the backseat of his uncle's truck (he asked if he could borrow one, for the trip; he was told he could keep it) to the tiny, two-room cabin they'd reached in the edge of the true wilderness. he wondered how they'd both sleep in the small pull-out couch, but didn't say anything. didn't wanna be seen as a bratty kid.

“i mean, my dad could never do that!” he chuckles once again, boyish tone in his comment, eyes going to jack; looking for affirmation in his joke. but then he sees that the man has a bottle on hands, and realizes he's got a chance he'd never get at home. not even in special occasions, not even in his birthday. you're not 21 yet, his high-strung mom would say. have a soda, buddy, his boring dad told him. c'mon, what's the big deal with a little bit of alcohol? “oh, is that- is that beer?”

@neighbormen / insp.

[wickedlybad]

a starter for @neighbormen based on this.

There were very few things a man like Thomas hadn't done. The list was far shorter than his list of things he'd gotten to do. At his age of forty-six, he'd been able to experiment and see the world through a very lust filled view. Hell, he sort of craved the idea of finding things that could push him out of the box he'd found himself in. That was what made him want to explore more. Find locations or things that could reignite that flame.

Being a professor at college, he soon walked through all of the fantasies to be had there. Well, most of them that is. He had found himself on a small break from his teacher life, and he wanted to adventure outdoors. That was what had him in those woods that day. The thought of a nice hike had him calm, but that was before he set eyes on that tall, brunette, handsome man. A grin had curled on his face as he had made his way towards the woodsman.

It took a bit of his suave words to lure the man into his grasps, but before long, he had Jack tied up by his belt to a tree. The salt and peppered hair man on his knees as he stripped him down. "Such a good man. Already looking like something out of a beautiful portrait." His words a bit dark, lustful as he gripped the base of the other's hardened length before he sunk the tip into his warm, wet mouth. A soft moan around it to tease him as he looked up at him. His hand slipped up the other's exposed chest as he took him further in.

[wickedlybad]

starter for @neighbormen based on this

To be a college guy in this day in age, it was a bit challenging. It was hard to find someone who could catch his attention and keep it. That was until he was out at the gym one night. Nick's eyes kept drifting away from the weights to this older gentleman across the way. That was just the beginning of his night. The gym was quiet, and he remembered all of the passing glances. That was until they ended up in the locker room together.

From there, he found himself in a very interesting position. The college jock found himself between the army man's legs as he laid on the bench. His hazel hues staring up at Nolan as he sat there in nothing but his jock. Sweat dripped down his body as he leaned forward and licked up the man's chest. A soft groan slipped through his lips as he reached the man's pec. His tongue swirled around his nipple before gently biting it. "Delicious." He sweetly threw out as he let go. "Didn't think I'd meet a hot guy here tonight." His voice was still a bit soft, not sure if anyone would walk in on them, but that didn't stop his hand from massaging the other's bulge.

[p3cc4tum]

@neighbormen asked for a meme starter based on a prompt: sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic.

It was much too lovely of a day not to spend it outside in nature. Not that bad weather usually kept Wyatt from leaving the house regardless; whether sunshine or rain was present, there was just something much more liberating about not being confined by walls. Sure, one's own home had the advantage of being able to freely to whatever he wanted, including stripping down freely - but again, that was also something the young man rarely held back from regardless. Not that it had been his plan to get naked, necessarily... but with the privacy of nobody but Dean being around to see him, and the other looking so goddamn irresistable, maybe it had been inevitable.

Having a picnic had been an amazing idea, and Wyatt was thoroughly enjoying himself, but of course he eventually had to take off his shirt at least, to feel the sun on his skin. He remembered leaning in closer to the older male to thank him for this jaunt... only for one thing leading to another, both of them naked as he was straddling Dean's lap, rolling his hips sensually to grind his perky cheeks against the throbbing length of the other. "Fuck...", he whispered with a pleased grin, legs still trembling after Dean's cock had just slipped out of him after Wyatt bounced on it a bit too eagerly. Letting his hands roam over the older man's body, he rolled his hips until the tip once again found his entrance, and let out a heated moan as he sank down on the length of it, feeling himself being streched open and filled out so perfectly.

[lonelyheartedheathens]

@neighbormen liked for a starter

Settled between the man’s thighs was one of Kyle’s favorite places to be. His cock stretching Kyle’s lips wide as he bobbed his head. He moaned around him, eyes fluttering closed. He finally took the other down to the root, holding himself down and swallowing around him. His hands smoothed up the man’s thighs, gripping tight as he hummed around him.

[accidentallymagic]

@neighbormen

"I can't help it, babe." Luca squirmed in Nolan's lap, trying his best to hide the tent that was beginning to form in his pants. "I keep telling it not to grow." His arms had been tied behind his back, leaving him at Nolan's mercy. "But this is just the effect you have on my body!"

[badtouchs]

closed starter for @neighbormen !

noah had never been as over something as he was over this “countryside vacation,” which meant spending a month in the hottest section of the south of the country doing essentially nothing, for the sake of his parents and their totally chill relationship post-divorce. but there was a reason he chose to stay with his mom, and he couldn't see the logic in making him spend his vacation in the spot he actively chose not to be.

truthfully, there were plenty of reasons, and the near-unbearable heat wasn't even one of the bigger. being around his dad, a macho rough-at-the-edges type, was a constant reminder of the fact he'd never get to have a good, close relationship with him. noah knew of his more delicate, introspective ways, and he knew big-shot waylon-the-cowboy didn't expect that from his son. besides being terrible at the cowboy thing, spending time with his dad meant being reminded of the disappointment he was for the man, even if he'd never said it.

so, when his dad knocked on his bedroom's door and suggested a trip to a lake, he nodded, smiled, and waited until the man was await to bitterly sigh. he wasn't desperate for his dad's approval — he was coming to terms with the fact he'd likely never get it. he wanted a son who could match his virility, and noah just wasn't that. it just sucked, going through something he didn't enjoy to make the guy happy and knowing he'd never be truly satisfied. oh, well. one more week and he's home.

he marks the page he was reading, and makes his way down the stairs, watching as the man prepares to leave. “you've gone to this lake before, sir? know how far is it?” he asks, putting on his shoes, and wondering about how long the horse ride would be.