Hi folks, it’s me, Joel from the neighborhood and I’m back to make a bold statement. LOL, having Sex on a somewhat regular basis definitely helps create up the staying power, not that Mrs. Atkins statement of 55 seconds was true in my other story. I mean, her phone battery was low and the clock was probably running slowly. So, hi, I’m Tiger Joel and I’m carrying on for at least 183 seconds lately.

Beyond that, I just wanted to thank everyone for their kind words on Chang, not to mention all the happy emojis and stuff. And yes, I agree that Annie Atkins was correct and that our relationship wasn’t exactly built for public knowledge, but carrying on behind closed doors hasn’t been all that bad.

Anyways, I’m happy as can be, yet I still have to concentrate on my home improvement store job and the needs of my lovely neighbors, right?

“Hello? Ah, excuse me, hello?”

“Oh, sorry Miss, how can I help you today?”

“Oh, well, one of the members of my book club mentioned that you’re the “go to” guy when someone needs a few bags of top soil delivered for the flowers. Ah, Joel, right?”

“That’s me, the dirt king and patio furniture guru. So, do you need a few bags or a truck load, ah???”

“Mrs. Banner, Becky Banner if you will. Um, maybe like 5 bags and 55 seconds of butt Sex.”

Oops! Ah, what?

“Excuse me, Mrs. Banner?”

“I said can you deliver it around the back, Tiger Joel?”

“Well, that’s not my normal delivery, but maybe I can make an exception, I guess.”

“I don’t have Annie’s tits, Joel and I’m sorry for the quick comment. I’m a little new at all of this.”

“Well, I should probably discuss this with Annie, I mean Mrs. Atkins.”

“I took a bathroom break with her at last nights book club meeting. I trade a little of this for a little of that. By the way, you have been ignoring a few things.”

“Ah, things that you didn’t ignore last night, Mrs. Banner?”

“Hey, you woke her up, so, well, women like many things, so you figure it out, stud muffin. Do I get some dirt? You know, delivered around the rear? Apparently, it’s a thing and I think I can handle it for 55 seconds, not that I will be timing you or anything.”

Huh? Who knew I need a rolodex in my life, right?

“Ah, will tonight about 7pm be alright, Mrs. Banner?”

“Fine, and you can check in with Annie if you want to, but she told me how to get you, ah, wet I think.”

“Well, I happen to like it when my women answer the door in a short robe.”

“I know, LOL Annie talks a lot, LOL, I means screams a lot when someone is munching on her snack. Shall I be naked under said robe or can I wear one of my pushup bras to help things out? I mean, you’re a tit man, right?”

Seriously? Are there at all times so many questions with this group of women?

“By the way, Tiger Joel, Annie insists on being there because she’s all “your woman” and stuff now, so try not to let that bother you because it won’t bother me.”

“Ah, I’m kind of at a loss for words, but OK, I guess. Are you sure about what you want from me?”

“I am. I never had the butt Sex before and it’s about time that I find out what my faggot ex-husband found so exciting. By the way, you can scream out my name or Annie’s name, but don’t call me Butch.”

Damn, Butch again, right? That guy is more famous in the neighborhood than I am and I’m handing out home improvement discounts and all this down here! I mean, you remember from my first story, right? I have a missile that refuses to launch early!

Oh, did I check in with my woman Annie immediately? Duh, one never looks a gift horse in the mouth or so they say.

“LOL, it’s fine Joel, as long as I’m close by. Hey, LOL, I peed a little in her mouth last night while she having a snack in the bathroom at Margie’s house and she kept going! Pretty freaky, right?”

Alright then, it may have been time to use my own employee discount and purchase a “For Sale by Owner” sign, right?

Anyways, I wasn’t sure how I felt about all of this, but my woman seemed supportive it and just the same as Mrs. Banner said, Annie woke me up sexually too, so I delivered the 5 bags of top soil. And thankfully, LOL, Mrs. Atkins was there to direct traffic.

“Snap, he’s here Annie! What am I suppose to do? Just get naked?”

“LOL, relax for a moment, Becky. If you want the full 55 seconds of his design flawed missile, well, I’m going to need to suck the first one out of him.”

“Fine, will he like my blue pushup bra?”

“He’ll Love it, so open your robe a little and answer the back door, LOL, so he can start thinking about your back door.”

Ahh, nothing is better than experience, right? Not to mention Annie’s knowledge of how my missile works.

“Damn, Annie! That was quite the swallow!”

“All yours Becky, just give him a moment to refuel his rocket.”

Now, let me say that no two women have the same body types, you know, in case I’m the only stud in town who knows that. Mrs. Banner was much slimmer and looked amazing on her hands and knees, although it felt like I should have helped with that. And her bra, well, it worked and it was a nice color.

“Ooh, la, la, Becky, bite your lips because here it comes. Yeah, sweetie, push back a little and help the lube out. OMG, whoa, wow, that’s, ah, wow, that’s one tight fit! Ooh, maybe my faggot ex-husband was onto something after all.”

Well, Mrs. Atkins was right about that! That was tight, almost too tight, but I held my ground and found my stride. And by the way, it didn’t bother me at all that Mrs. Atkins held her ground and never left the launch pad area.

“OMG, this is a lot. I’m pushing back correctly, right?”

“Hey, shut it, Becky! You wanted my man for butt Sex and my stud muffin is delivering! Now, rock your hips and let it go and by the way, LOL, the count down is closing in on T minus 18 seconds, LOL, butt slut Becky Banner!”

Yeah, she was right about that, the countdown was well underway with as tight as things were.

“OMG, grunt Joel and give me a few more seconds! I mean, maybe my faggot ex-husband was onto something after all.”

“Let your tongue hang out butt slut Becky Banner and let some drool gather. Pound her Joel!”

Oh, well, guess who had a few extra seconds in the bank? LOL, not me, but maybe Butch did!

“Pull his condom off and lick him clean, Becky. You can pant and groan later. Alright then, butt slut Becky Banner, you can have every third Sunday night and Joel, feel Free to pee in her butt afterwards next time.”

Oh, ah, is that like BDSM stuff or what? And no, I don’t think I could ever do that. Also, ah, just how much did I awaken Annie from her Sex neglected sleep?

“That’s it, Tiger, your job is done, so give my titties a quick suck and then get dressed.”

Well, she had them out and they are so fat and full, so why not, right? I mean a happy side piece woman means a happy Sex life, LOL, I hoped.

Oh, every day my woman offers me her fat and full titties to suck! That’s the life, right?

“I’m just going to stay with Becky a while and ah, comfort her from the pounding you just gave her Ass for OMG, 87 seconds! Wow. My little Tiger Joel, right? Come visit me in two days, babe.”

“Wait, ah, I didn’t mind cleaning him up, so can we do that again sometime?”

“Maybe, but you still need to take another number. There are others in the book club, you know.”

Oops? Other book club members? A line has been forming? And with Mrs. Atkins controlling the line so she gets me for most of the week while the others have to wait an entire week?

Nope, I’m not complaining, not at all. LOL, I was exhausted, but appreciative, not to mention a silent supporter and contributor to the local book club.

End Joel & Mrs. Banner 01