The Neighbor Boy Ruined My Life

Maybe it’s that I haven’t cum since the last time Max sucked my cock? Which is about eight days now

Or the fact that I have been arguing for the better part of the day, with a bitch of a ‘partner.’. Who knows nothing then to nag and nag all day, all while everything of course is my fault.

Could it be the three shots of tequila that I downed before I stepped foot onto my porch?

Either way, something in me snapped ever since my wife stormed off earlier. Retreating to her mothers house to spend the rest of the night, as if that was something I was going to object to. As I watched her leave out of the driveway, looking furious as she sped off, I could only think about one thing as she did.

Max.

The last two times, I felt like I needed to be persuaded to let anything happen.

But now, because of maybe the things I mentioned or something else, I came over here with one goal.

To have every drop of cum drained from my balls until I can’t cum anymore.

And that is what the fuck I am going to get.

“Mr Rodriguez you’re not going to run out of here again right?” Max says, my cock growing in his hand.

“Suck my fucking dick boy!” I growl, taking him back a little before he smiles.

“Yes sir.”

Bringing the glass to my lips, I made him get me a glass of his dad’s scotch when I got here, I moan as the liquid trickles into my mouth. His lips wrap around my growing cock, taking my growing throbbing neglected cock completely down his throat. His nose pressed against the area just above my cock, despite me being completely hard now. He takes me with ease, and pleasure.

I groan as my body shakes a little with chills, the orgasmic feeling brought upon by his talented mouth. My cock throbbing and enjoying it’s time inside of his warm wet mouth, making it throb every time he swirls his tongue around the head of my member. I take another swig of the scotch, watching as he eagerly and excited bobs his head up and down. Almost seeming dissatisfied at my lack of making him choke.

I can’t have that.

“Fucking suck my dick boy,” commanding, I accompany that with thrusting my hips upwards. He chokes but quickly regains his composure before looking up at me. His eyes filled with want. “That’s fucking right. Taking my dick.”

I don’t let him up, even if I wanted to my hips have taken over and start to fuck his mouth. Getting more and more vocal as I grow drunk on the feeling of fucking his mouth. He gags a little, but not moving at all as I fuck his mouth. Keeping himself in place as best as he can, being good and letting me fuck his pretty mouth.

“Oh my fucking gosh Mr. Rodriguez.” He says as I finally stop, my dick falling from his mouth. “Your so fucking agressive today, I love it.” He sniffs as his eyes water and droll freely dribbles from his mouth, looking very happy though.

“Fuckk, alright get up.”

I stand up as he sits up higher on his knees. Without so much of another word I grab onto the sides of his heads, looking up at me he barely opens his mouth before I am shoving myself back down his throat.

“Fucking take me boy!” I groan and whimper. “I am close and need to fucking cum!”

The growing pressure in my groin area grows taking over, having little or no regard to if he can breath or not. I move his head on my own back and forth, meeting my thrusting hips as I continue to fuck his throat. The pace and the feeling of his wet warm mouth around me makes me go faster, my balls feeling ready to explode in his mouth.

I take myself out, he gasps. His eyes are really watering now. “Fuckk!”

“Mhmmm,” I groan after only maybe less than ten seconds ot catch his breath before I start to gag him again. “Fucking come on i’m almost there.”

I groan, my body tensing up as my balls start to almost ache as my orgasm edges closer and closer to the edge. Despite not being the first time, it feels bigger and stronger then the other two times I have ever came from his mouth.

“Mhmmm”

“FUCKKK!”

I yell, my cock twitching as the first spurt of cum floods his mouth. I hold him in place as my balls empty themselves in his mouth. He starts to gag immensely, struggling to swallow it but doing his best. Before long I let him go and he falls back, his back resting on the coffee table and gasp aggressively for air. I fall back on the couch, smiling as I watch him cough and try to regain his normal breathing.

“Holty fuck.” He gasps. A tear or two falling down his face. “Where did that come from?” he asks, smiling.

“That came from me being neglected, and you being a horny little slut.” I moan, a stream of cum falling down my cock and onto my balls.

I catch my breath, leaning down to grab my glass and swallow the last swallow of the amber liquid. I catch my breath, coming down from my intense orgasm. Looking past the bottom of my glass, I look down at Max. He looks up at me shocked but smiles.

I look at him confused. “I’m sorry Mr. Rodriguez. I just assumed you were going to run out of here the second you came down my throat.”

“Hmmm well normally I would, the thoughts of me cheating on my wife with the boy next door would make me. However, today I could care absolutely less. I blame said next door boy who I walked in damn near naked.”

“I technically had on underwear.” He smirks.

“Besides, you still have a job to do.” Nodding to my still semi hard, saliva and cum covered cock. He smiles then gets back onto his knees, leaning towards my cock. I stop him with the bottom of my foot. “No no no, we're not doing that again.” He looks at me sad, “stand up and take your clothes off.”

His face lights up, then jumps to his feet before grabbing the ends of his hoodie pulling it above his head. He turns around, showing off his rather short gray shorts and his ass in them. Finally he pulls them down rather slowly, revealing the very thin black string. Circling across his hips, and down between his large round smooth butt cheeks. Looking so smooth, making me want to make them jiggle from me slamming against him.

“You like Mr. Rodriguez? I bought it a few days ago, just for you.” He says, accompanying with him bending over. The fabric barely covers his tight hole.

“Go get some lube, I am going to fuck you. Hard.”

“Mr Booker, I don’t need any lube, I prefer it rough and hard.” Getting down on his knees, arching his back, raising his ass proudly for me.

“Alright then, I’m not stopping until I get my cum inside of you.” I grab the black long piece of fabric and move it from his hole. Leaning forward and a decent amount of spill falls onto his hole, he hisses then chuckles.

“You better not Mr Rodriguez. I’ve had men pound my ass with no spit at all. I can take it sir,” he moans like a depraved slut. Resting his elbows onto the coffee table, shaking his ass enticing me to put it in him. I grab my own cock, sliding my wet head against his hole. “Fuck me, please sir I need it. I- AHH!”

Yelling while throwing his head back, earning a moan from me as I slammed myself into him all at once. It even made me moan pretty loud, his hole gripping my cock tight. Feeling like it is trying to milk my cock for even more cum that his mouth already took. My hips take over once again, needing to move myself in and out of his tight ass. Every time I pull out, I desperately want to be back inside. My cock feeling like it melting inside his tight warm ass.

I look down at him, gripping down on the table as I build a slow steady rhythm on his ass. “What’s the matter Max, I thought you wanted me to pound that ass?” I tease.

“I forgot how fucking big you are, jesus fuck I’ve never had a cock as big as yours.” He says, in a high whimper and moan of pain and pleasure. I add to it, slapping his ass.

“Well, get ready boy. I’m about to pound your fucking ass.”

“Ohhh fuckk,”

Almost instantly I lose my fucking mind, grabbing onto hips and starting to pound. The seconds from his ass jiggling from me slamming against it, and from his free flowing mouth fill the entire downstairs probably. My grunting is just as loud, his ass with each stroke feels like it is trying to get my second load from me. It motivates me to go faster, chasing after that intense orgasm that I know is coming in only a matter of time.

The second motivation is watching him scream and whimper and shake from me. Despite not being able to form the words to tell me so, I can tell that I am hitting his prostate. He practically jumped up and screamed at me when I did, his body reacting by moving backwards to meet me dick. I laugh and take back control and continue to move both our bodies.

“MR RODRIGUEZ! SIR, I-” He tries to grab me, but stops and goes back to clenching the table. His body going stiff as his head shoots up, “ahh fuckkk sir.” My body slows down a little in confusion. Then I realize what is going on.

He is cumming.

His body goes stiff and he breathes out heavily. His hole clenching involuntarily around my cock as I watch him moan through his orgasm.

Reaching under him, I feel around his covered cock It’s extremely wet, his cock growing soft now. “Holy fuck shitt, you came hard didn’t you boy.”

“Memhhehe.” He says, incoherently. His tongue hanging from his mouth as he tries to gather his breathing.

“Fucking shit boy, I told you I was going to pound that ass. I pounded the fucking cum out of you. Are you ready for my load inside your ass now?” He nods. “Good boy, not take daddy till he cums!”

I grab tight onto his hips once more, my fingers will most likely bruise his skin. Then I start to pound him, pounding him harder than I have ever done so in my life. His screams grow loud again and fill the surrounding area. That same intense groin feeling edges closer and closer as I pound him. The closer I get the sloppier my strokes get, while still retaining my speed.

Letting go of his hips I grab onto his shoulders with the same amount of pressure. Pushing my entire body into mine to meet my cock. I am able to only get a few strokes in doing this, my cocks erupt again once more. The same ferocity and intensity as earlier, my balls explode inside of him. I stroke myself a few more times before collapsing, falling back against the couch. My cock falls from him, moments later a stream of cum leaks from him.

“My god Mr. Rodriguez. Had I known a simple jock strap would have gotten me all this, I'd have worn it around you forever ago.” He says, struggling to get up as he flops down on the couch immediately. “Did I satisfy you?”

Shockingly, I look down at my cock. Despite getting softer and softer. I feel in my balls that I have so much more cum to give him. Something inside me snapped, and despite having gotten rid of my blue balls. I still want to pound the life out of this boy. So, to answer his question.

“No.”