Welcum to the Neighborhood

Inspired by actual events.

Finished with breaking down moving boxes and packing supplies for recycling or reuse, I jumped into the spacious shower of my new house. My muscles ached from hours of placing furniture, assembling beds, and putting away everything, so I could relax and begin to enjoy living in a newly constructed home. The warm water flowing over my skin invited the muscles to relax, and my hands wandered to lather my body, washing away all the sweat, dust, and grime. As my hands moved across my chest, my nipples reacted strongly to touch. I didn’t realize that carrying so many boxes would cause my shirt to rub my nipples until they chaffed, but they did, so they were extra sensitive now. Hardwired as they are to my ass, I felt the familiar hungry twitch and immediately my cock began to swell.

I had been unpacking and settling into this house for the past week. I was in a new town and knew no one, so I did not have help for most of the time. A small team of movers had taken the furniture and boxes off the moving truck and put them into rooms. None of the men had remotely attracted me, and I guess that fact was a blessing. I was focused on offloading my stuff, so they were focused too. They finished faster than scheduled, so I doubled the tip I planned to give them. I closed the door as they drove away, and I have been on my own since then. So, my body was reminding me now that it had worked enough and needed some pleasure, but I also wanted human contact, so simply jacking off to porn was not going to satisfy this itch.

After drying off from the shower, I took a couple of ibuprofen and put on some gym clothes. I grabbed my laptop and searched for bath houses and gay gyms, but in this southeastern college town, I found none, so I grabbed my phone and looked at the usual apps. My profile shows my face and my body. I have a shirtless pic to show off my smooth chest and flat stomach. I’m 5’11 and 160 pounds. I have brown hair, brown eyes, white skin with a good tan, and a boyishly smooth face. My profile informs potential hookups that I am single and looking for no-strings safer sex. I especially like sucking cock, and if we go further, I am definitely a bottom and can be submissive for the right top.

I paused for a moment to consider what kind of fun I was looking for tonight. See. Gay apps are like GrubHub for hookups. They present a menu of choices and dishes, flavors and varieties, portion sizes, and even show you the distance between you and the “restaurant” so you can decide if you want to wait that long. Some men are much better than others at staging pix that whet my appetite. Most of what I saw on the app tonight in my new hometown was as appetizing as a can of deviled ham.

I put the phone on the end table and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. When I returned, I saw a message in my inbox. I opened it, and it was from a profile with no photo.

Normally, I would ignore a message without a pic because I am out and proud. While I have empathy for men who cannot be, I do not want to fool around with them. Anymore. Not if I can have other options. Which tonight, I do not. So, I looked at the profile: SunnyBeachBod. He had at least filled in some details and written some profile text.

His profile said he was 5’8” and 170 pounds, black hair, blue eyes, white, married, versatile, and looking for no-strings or a friend-with-benefits. He claimed his cock was 7.5” and thicker than average, shaved balls. Then, I noticed our distance. He was super close, less than a quarter mile from me. So, he had my attention. I opened the message.

“Hey. Looks like you’re close.”

“Thank you, Sir, for the message. Yes, it does. What’s up?” I replied.

“Me. My cock needs to fuck a sub tonight. Come over.”

“Do you have any pix to share, Sir? Mine are on my profile, but I don’t see any of you.” I typed through the horny haze starting to fog my brain. I wanted to head out the door, but new to this town, I needed to be smart. I had heard horror stories about catfishing here.

“Yes, boi” was all he wrote. Then, a vanishing photo popped up in the chat.

He was tan with a surfer/swimmer build. His dark hair was trendy, styled short on the sides and thicker on the top. He was in very snug trunks that bulged thickly around his balls. He had a few tattoos on his body, but he was standing too far from the camera, and the ink detail was too small, for me to make out any of the images. I didn’t worry about that, though, because I was already walking to the front door and grabbing my keys. I would see these tattoos in person soon enough. I typed my reply, “Thank you, Sir. Where do I meet you?”

He replied with a map pin to show me his location followed by his house number, so I checked my map for how to get there. “Thank you, Sir. Map says I can be there in five minutes. On my way.”

“Good boi. Message again when you get to the front walk.”

“Aye Sir. Just moved into the neighborhood, so I don’t have condoms or lube. Do you?”

“Yes, boi. Always.”

“Great! Be right there.” Then, I jogged around the corner and across an intersection to his street. I looked for the house number, and when I reached it, I paused at the front gate. The yards in this neighborhood were fenced, so every front walk had a gate with a mailbox beside it. The houses were two-story with a big front porch on the ground level and a large covered balcony directly above it. I thought I saw a slight movement in the window blinds on the second floor and wondered if he was spying to see if I was here yet. I opened the app and typed quickly, “I’m at the gate to your front walk, Sir.”

“Good boi. Let yourself in and come upstairs.”

Feeling nervous about catfishing again, I thought it would be smarter to make sure the guy in the picture was the same guy on the other end of this chat. “For safety’s sake, Sir, would You be willing to meet me at the front door?”

“Yes, boi. Come to the door now. I’ll meet you there.”

I opened the gate and walked toward the front porch. Climbing the steps, I heard what sounded like footfalls inside the house hurrying down a set of stairs. Through a small window at the top of the door, I saw a shadow move inside the house. Then, I heard the front door release and begin to open. I planted my feet firmly on the porch, readying myself to sprint away if needed. The door opened just wide enough for the guy to peep around the edge. He smiled playfully, “Hey boi. Stay. No need to run off. You just got here.”

A defined bare arm came into view, and he motioned for me to approach the door. My ass twitched, and my cock stirred. I swallowed hard and returned the smile. “Aye Sir. Glad to see that You are, well, the You I expected.”

He chuckled and disappeared behind the door before opening it fully for me to step through. As I stepped inside his home, I heard him speak from behind the door, “By the way, I’m naked back here, so I am staying out of sight of my neighbors. Head upstairs but don’t look back. I’ll lock the door and follow you upstairs.”

“Aye Sir.” I replied. The stairs were to my right, so I obediently climbed toward the second floor. At the sound of the deadbolt locking behind me, my senses heightened. I heard him step onto the stairs and follow me up. The walls displayed a few photos of SunnyBeachBod with another man who appeared slightly older with a bald head and bright blue eyes. Near the top of the stairs, I saw a portrait of each of them, separately, in military uniforms. SunnyBeachBod was wearing a Navy uniform, and the other man was in a Marine uniform. At the top of the stairs, the doors were closed except one at the far end of the hallway. I felt his left hand on the small of my back, and I saw his right hand point toward the open door.

“There.” He said.

“Aye Sir.” I walked toward the open door, and he kept his hand on my back. As I reached the door, he suddenly stopped me.

“Face me, boi.” I turned and took in a slow deep breath of air as my eyes widened. His photographer must have hated him because he looked much better in person. I guess my obvious surge of lust pleased him; he smiled. His jawline could cut the light, and his smile and eyes would disarm even the most aggressive of men. He continued, “Thank you for coming over. You are going to enjoy serving me tonight.”

“Aye Sir. I will indeed.” My eyes take in the sight of him. Tan skin. Toned muscles. Tattoos on his chest, shoulders, forearms, and between his navel and his cock. They were symbols that I did not recognize. I thought they looked Celtic or Norse. As I admired the ink, I noticed that his body was completely smooth. I wondered if he waxed or if this was natural.

“As good as you make those gym clothes look, boi, you will look better naked. Drop the clothes here and step inside the room when you have stripped—completely.” He stepped past me into the room and stood in the door, blocking the way, watching me strip for him.

I had a good body. I ran 15-20 miles each week, and I lifted weights on days between runs. I ate healthfully, so I kept my body fat around 10-11%. I didn’t look as good as he did, but he didn’t seem to mind. As I teasingly removed each article of clothing, his cock thickened and a smile spread across his face. He liked what he saw as I slipped out of my clothes, so as he watched, he started stroking his cock.

Once I was naked, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to his. He kissed me deeply and hungrily. Then he playfully pushed me away. “Get in here now, boi. I want you right…here.” He pointed to a spot in the middle of the room.

I stepped into the room and immediately felt like someone else was there. I glanced around the space but saw no one. The room looked like a small upstairs living room. A television hung on the wall to my left with a wide, narrow entertainment table below it. A love seat sat in the center of the room, directly in front of me and facing the television. A pair of armchairs were behind the door on my left and facing the far wall. To my right, behind the loveseat, was a wall of build-in shelves and cabinets. They were filled with books and trinkets. In the center of the far wall was a door onto the balcony over the porch, and it was flanked by large windows with closed blinds. Still, even though the room was empty except for us, I could feel eyes on me, so I asked, “is someone watching?”

“What?” He looked amused but tried to seem confused.

“Where’s the camera, Sir?”

“Damn, boi! How did you…?” his voice trailed off, and he walked past me to the built-in shelves. He lifted a laptop into view and showed me the screen. He introduced me to the guy watching. SunnyBeachBod explained that the guy had fucked him during a work trip last week. I smiled and waved hello. The guy waved back. SunnyBeachBod placed the laptop back on the shelf but in full view this time. Then, he turned toward me.

He held my gaze and then looked down. I followed his eyes and saw his throbbing hard cock already oozing precum. With his right hand, he began to stroke his cock, and he extended his left hand to my chest. His thumb pressed into my nipple and began to rub. The friction and pressure fueled the lust in my ass and started hardening my cock. The lust he inflicted started to fog my brain. I raised my eyes to look at his face, but I saw that he was already watching me. Seeing my reaction, he smiled and told me that his buddy wanted to watch him fuck someone tonight.

I heard the words, but he held my gaze. Somehow, I understood that he did not want me to speak yet. His eyes gleamed as he watched my reaction to the sensations that his thumb triggered. He would pause to lower his thumb to his cock head, gather precum on his thumb, and then press it against my nipple. The lubrication added to the lust he was inflicting. The blood surged in my ears. I felt myself slipping away, losing myself in his eyes. I could feel SunnyBeachBod taking over. I hadn’t uttered a word in response to him for a minute or so when he spoke again.

“Good boi. You want him to watch me fuck you, don’t you?” he spoke as he slowly nodded his head.

When I nodded to match him, he pinched my nipple and commanded me to speak the answer. “Yes Sir. I want him to watch You fuck me.”

He grinned a very wicked grin. Keeping his left thumb on my nipple, he stopped stroking himself and brought his right hand up to tease my other nipple. Rubbing and stroking, pressing and flicking, he guided me backward to the far wall in front of the television. A quick glance to his buddy on the laptop confirmed that he had me in the right place for this exhibition.

Squeezing both nipples at once, he widened his eyes, tilted his head back slightly, tugged downward, and spoke a simple command, “Kneel.” My body eagerly obeyed. Unceremoniously, he told me to suck his cock. Salivating, I opened wide. His was not the thickest cock I had ever swallowed, but it was thicker than most. Closing my lips around the head of his cock, I swirled my tongue to get it nice and wet before kissing and licking the length of his shaft so I could get the whole cock nice and wet before I attempted to swallow it. I did this prep work quickly because he had told me to suck the cock not to lick it up and down. Returning my attention to the head, I parted my lips and let my tongue dart at the tip. As soon as I tasted his precum, I inhaled deep and opened wide. His cock slide deep into my throat.

I took him balls deep in one gulp. Pressing my nose into his body, I held there and swallowed a couple of times before I drew back for air. I heard him compliment my technique, so I quickly said, “Thank you, Sir,” before I plunged forward to take his cock deep into my throat again. This time, I felt his hand on the back of my head. With light pressure, he let me know to stay there. I heard him tell me to open my eyes, so I obeyed and looked upward. I could see him smirking and watching his cock impale my face. Then, he shook his head. “Don’t look up. Look directly ahead.” I obeyed. One of the Celtic looking tattoos filled my sight. It looked like a knot of rope. The lines created a maze, and my eyes were drawn to an opening just at the bottom edge of my field of vision. I could still feel his hand still holding the back of my head, so I swallowed. I could feel his cock thickening and hardening still and wondered how big and thick it would get. Then, I noticed my eyes were tracing the lines of the maze. Following them toward the center of the knot.

“Good boi,” he said so quietly I could barely hear him. Then, I felt him withdrawing his cock from my throat and then pushing it back in. My eyes kept watching the Celtic knot tattoo, tracing the lines deeper and deeper toward the center, rising toward the edge only to turn and go deeper into the knot. Finally, my eyes just seemed to lose their place, and all I could do was stare at the center of the knot.

He stopped fucking my face. With both hands, he lifted my head and pushed my throat away from his cock. I felt throat slime drooling down my chin. He used one of his fingers to wipe it. I wanted to look his magnificent cock, but my eyes stayed transfixed on the Celtic knot tattoo. He stood me to my feet, and I heard him grunt deeply and cockily.

“Hey boi?”

“Sir?” I replied without raising my eyes. They remained focused on his tattoo.

“Turn around and bend over, palms flat against the floor, ass up high.”

As I turned, I lost sight of the tattoo, but I still felt like I was lost in the maze. My brain was foggy. I couldn’t think. Lust overwhelmed me with the need to obey him, please him. My body leaned forward. My hands flattened on the floor below me. I felt him kick my feet apart, and obediently, I widened my stance to lower my hips until I feel his cock on top of my ass.

Then, he knelt behind me. I could see the tattoo again while he stroked his cock. I felt his breath on my hole.

“Hey boi?” I hear him say as I feel his tongue flick at my hole.

“Sir?” I reply. I feel him spit on my hole and his tongue flick it again.

“What is this?” He asked as one of his fingers tapped my hole. It was wet, even slimy. It must have been the one that wiped the throat slime from my chin.

“It’s my hole, Sir…” I started saying, but before I could finish, he drove his finger palm deep. A guttural grunt erupted from my throat at the sensation of being roughly penetrated by a single finger. He pulled it back, spat on the hole, and drove his finger in again. Then, he pulled it back, spat again, and drove it in again. He repeated this until that finger moved in and out smoothly. Then, he flicked his tongue on the hole, licked, paused, and then started eating the hole so vigorously that I struggled to keep my balance with my feet and hands on the floor but my ass in the air.

The waves of pleasure he inflicted were tantalizing. My eyes were still transfixed on the tattoo but I could see in my peripheral vision that he was stroking his cock. Every few strokes, he would pause, raise his hand to my ass, rub the hole with his fingers, return to stroking, and dive back into eating the hole.

Then, he progressed to two fingers. As soon as two fingers slid in and out smoothly, he ate the hole some more. Then, he progressed to three fingers, and once they slid in and out smoothly, he ate the ass some more.

Tapping my hole with his thumb, he asked again, “What is this, boi?”

“Yours, Sir! Yours.”

“Mine, huh? My what, boi?”

“Your fuckhole, Sir”

“Good boi.” He stood, so I could no longer see the tattoo. Just his legs and feet. “My cock hates condoms, boi.” I felt him rubbing the head against my hole, smearing it with his precum. “This fuckhole wants to feel my bare cock inside it, doesn’t it, boi?”

“Yes, Sir.” I heard my voice through a fog of pleasure, lust, and submission. I felt his cock push into my hole, and I felt lube drizzling down to make the hole extra slippery, so his cock could slide in and out more easily. He eased deeper and deeper until I felt his big heavy balls against mine. I could see them, his balls and mine. My are the size of walnuts, but his were bigger—at least the size of golf balls. Between his spit, his precum, and the silicone lube, every move of his cock inside me elated the fuckhole. The pleasure he inflicted tantalized the deepest parts of me. I wanted nothing but his cock fucking my hole.

“You’ll never want me to wear a condom, will you, boi?” His words reached into my mind, gasping for thoughts between waves of ecstasy he inflicted with each thrust. His words echoed in my vacant mind. His words, his commands, became my thoughts.

I moaned, “No Sir. Never.” He fucked me in this position with me moaning, groaning, and whimpering. My own muscular arms were not used to balancing me against the pounding of a deep hard fuck. As they began to buckle and fail, he barked at me to get back into position, and I obeyed.

His drilling intensified, and his grip on my hips tightened. “This fuckhole wants to be my cumdump, doesn’t it, boi?”

“Yes Sir!”

“You want my load deep inside you, don’t you, boi?”

“Oh gods, I do. Yes Sir.” I heard myself blurt out.

“Yeah, boi, you do!” He shouted. “Your ass made you come to me tonight. It wanted to be my fucking cumdump.”

Between his increasing urgent thrusts, I blurted out a few words, “Oh fuck… Yes Sir… You are… too hot… too strong… I must… obey… need… Your load… oh fuck…”

“Tell me to breed you, boi!”

Through the lust and the submission, I heard his command and my own voice reply, “Oh fuck, Sir, please BREED ME.”

His hips drove hard against mine, and I felt his cock exploding deep inside me. I felt rope after rope of cum hitting the inside of my body. He held firm against me, shaking, pumping his load into me.

After his balls finished pumping his load into me, I felt him slowly thrust a few more times. Then, he pushed in deep. “Squeeze, boi.”

I felt my hole clench around his cock, and he slowly pulled out. “Stay,” he commanded and then left the room. Obediently holding my body in this bent-forward pose, my mind somehow was still a fog of lust and submission. My ears heard a door open down the hall and then water running briefly followed by footsteps coming toward this room. SunnyBeachBod swaggered into view. He was wiping his face with a white cloth. Then, he stepped behind me, and I felt him gently move the hot damp cloth over my cheeks, and across the hole to wipe away the excess lube.

“Stand.” He commanded. My body obeyed. “Keep that fuckhole clenched tight, boi. Don’t lose any of my seed.”

“Aye, Sir” I heard my voice reply through the fog in my brain.

He left the room again but returned shortly. I had not moved. “Face me, boi,” he said as he entered the room again.

“My seed is going to take root deep in that cumdump. You will want me to fuck you again and again.”

“The cumdump wants You to breed it over and over, Sir,” I heard my voice reply. He grinned cockily and nodded.

“You will tell no one that You and I fooled around.”

“Aye, Sir. No one may know.”

Through my mental fog, I saw him study me for a moment, considering something. Then, he smirked.

“Whenever you see this tattoo,” he said pointing at the Celtic knot just above his cock, “You will return to this submissive state.”

“Aye Sir, seeing the tattoo on Your Root Chakra returns me to this fog of lust and submission.”

He smirked again. “Good boi.” He walked past me, but in my haze, I did not turn to see where he went. I was facing the door, so I knew that he was still in the room, near where he had left the laptop. I heard the sound of typing briefly and then the sound of the laptop closing. He walked back into view.

“When I say, ‘Dismissed’, you will get dressed and then go home. The closer to your house you get, the more alert you will feel. When you enter your house, you will awake from this state with full memory of what has happened and that you are now my cumdump to use when I please.”

“Your cumdump to use whenever and however You choose. Aye, Sir.” I heard my voice repeating back to him.

He smiled and nodded briefly. Then, he spoke one word, “Dismissed.”