“What an absolute prick.”
That was my response when I found out the idiot next door had turned his house into an Airbnb. It’s hardly a surprise. He’s always been an obnoxious bell end, no thought for his neighbours whatsoever. He’s rented it out to some wronguns in the past. But two weeks ago we had the pleasure of a hen party staying on the other side of our bedroom wall so you can imagine the horrors. Braying gaggles of women screeching along to Little Mix, falling down stairs, smashing crockery and partying until five in the morning. I’m all for people having a ball but not on the other side of my bedroom wall!
I know I sound ancient but I’m not! I’m twenty seven, I work for a recruitment agency. I’ve been called handsome – dark hair, green eyes, roman nose, square jaw, and at the moment I’m living at home with my folks. They’re pretty sociable and go out more than I do! In fact they’re always saying “Andrew you need to get back on the horse!”
What can I say? I’ve gone off horses.
I broke up with Adam about six months ago and I’ve spent the last couple of months just looking after myself. Gym, eating right, early nights, avoiding alcohol, the apps. Yes I’ve turned into a priest but it’s done wonders for my mental health. OK maybe I wank too much, but it’s a lot less emotionally draining than trying to get back on the dating scene. I realise my case for not being a boring old fart is diminishing by the letter. So yes I admit, I do like my home life to be chill. But it’s my little safe space! Who needs to put up with the drama of never knowing what utter dickheads are gonna be staying in the house next door?
Last weekend my folks were away overnight. They were going to some resort in the Lakes with their best mates Tommy and Claire. I’ve spent the last month ribbing them that they’re actually swingers and it’s going to be a non-stop orgy the whole time they’re there. The irony…
I was settling down for an exciting Saturday night binge-watching Elite on Netflix. Yeah pretty Spanish boys making out and crying are my sweet spot. Arrest me! I was feasting my eyes on yet another set of rock hard abs when a car pulled up outside the house with music absolutely booming out of it. The bass was making the floor rattle! I had to see where the noise was coming from so went to the window and peered out, only to find a group of guys getting out of a Land Rover. They were laden with bags of booze, already hammered, screaming, jeering, play-fighting. And they were headed straight for the fucking AirBnB next door… My heart sank. I was in for a bastard of a night! But then something distracted me.
Of the four guys, the two who got out of the car last were being pretty handsy with each other. One was stocky, hairy, with a grizzly beard and a big chunky ass in shorts. The other was slimmer, blonde, younger in his twenties, in tight jeans. And the grizzly guy had his hands all over his tight butt. The two who were walking up front, one mixed race, handsome, athletic with a shaven head, the other nondescript and slight with a backwards cap on, called to them and laughter erupted as they opened the front door and headed inside, groping each other as they went…
“Not your average stag do…” I murmured to myself.
Luckily the living room in our house is separated from next door by a pretty big hallway so I closed the door, cranked up my TV and got to ignore their noise for the most part. I ordered Deliveroo, I got a semi on watching Elite, I had a wank to some Blue Sky vids and took myself to bed. My usual nightly routine!
But then around three in the morning, a pounding on my bedroom wall woke me up! I sat bolt upright from an anxiety dream involving me driving a bus with no handbrake, to hear the slamming against the wall over and over again. There was throbbing house music accompanying it which just riled me even more. There was no chance I was putting up with this. I pounded my fist against the wall in response and my blood pressure soared when they banged right back in the same rhythm!
“Cheeky fuckers!”
I jumped out of bed in my boxers, threw on a t-shirt and stormed out and down the stairs. They were gonna get it both barrels. Stepping out into the chilly night, I looked down and realised I hadn’t put trousers on. I was just in my grey boxers which were kinda snug around my hung cock and full balls. But at that point I didn’t give a shit. I stepped over the wall to their front door and hammered on it. The sound of their partying could be heard in the street so it was no surprise they didn’t hear me banging on the door. I absent-mindedly tried the doorhandle and was surprised when the front door opened in front of me.
Could I really go in? Did that make me crazy? Cheeky? Vulnerable to a bunch of lads who might be off their faces and aggressive to a strange guy coming storming into their party? I peered down the beige, neutral, frankly boring hallway and was about to turn on my heels when I saw him.
The handsome mixed race guy I’d seen earlier came out of one of the rooms wearing nothing but a jockstrap, carrying a bottle of Grey Goose in hand. His fit sculpted body glistened with sweat and his ass was like brown brick, hard and tight as he started to climb the stairs in front of me. He didn’t give me a second glance as he went – clearly on a mission. I should have turned and left there and then but something was drawing me into the house. That something was slowly growing between my legs…
Edging inside the house, I closed the door behind me. I gave it a good hard slam so they could hear it – and I couldn’t be accused of creeping up on anyone!
“Hello?” I yelled.
But nothing changed. The party continued upstairs. Fuck it, I thought. In for a penny. The lure of that brown ass was too much for my deprived cock. I padded forward, peering into the living room and kitchen as I headed for the stairs. Both rooms were a mess of discarded drink, food and clothes… but there were no people. So I started up the stairs.
“Hello?” I called again. “I live next door. You’re a bunch of ignorant cunts!”
But there was still no response. As I got higher the music got louder… and it wasn’t the only noise on display. I picked up on moaning. Grunting. Slapping. The combination of that sound and the sight of jock man with his beautiful ass out for all to see painted one image in my head. There was loud, animalistic fucking going on in here. And having been dragged out of my slumber by these bastards I had no intention of leaving without at least getting an eyeful of the action.
Straight ahead of me was the smallest room, where clothes had been dumped. I moved to the left and to the first of two other larger rooms, and the door was wide open for me to enjoy the show. And what a show! Under a bald lightbulb there was an intense threesome happening.
The tight blond was face down on the bed in a rubber singlet, open at the back where his sweaty pale ass was being railed by the nondescript guy in the cap – STILL in the cap. He was squatting behind the blond to fuck him deep, and underneath both of them lay the beardy bear, suckling on the top’s balls as he banged the bottom.
“Okay who ordered take-out?”
I turned in shock to see the tall mixed race guy stood there in his jock, a joint in one hand and the vodka in the other. The fucking stopped. They turned and looked at me in a mixture of drunken surprise and amusement.
“Who the fuck are you?” Cap man said.
“I… I live next door. I…”
“You just wanted to join the party?” laughed the piggy bear, his face still in line with a big fat cock that had slopped out of the hole above him to feed him some pig juice from his boyfriend’s ass.
“Looks that way to me,” said the bottom, eyeing my bulging wet prick.
Jock man stepped up closer to me until I could feel the heat of his hot sweaty rippling body on the back of my neck. He reached around with the bottle of vodka and held it in front of me. The air smelled of weed, booze and the unmistakable scent of pure man sex. The smell of the vodka from the bottle made me a little light-headed, so I pushed it away and turned around to face him, my heart racing.
“I don’t drink.”
“420?” He handed me the joint and in what felt like a moment of madness I put it to my lips, took a drag and my head went into the clouds. Before I knew it I’d flopped back on the bed and he was on his knees, peeling down my boxers as the fucking recommenced beside me. The bottom boy leaned over and I felt the heat of his breath, the wet brush of his lips as he started to kiss me, messy, sloppy, passionate. I felt jock man guy push my legs apart and slide in, taking my fat uncut cock in his hand. He eased back my foreskin, leaned in and sniffed my bell end, groaning before swirling his tongue around my sensitive skin. He started to suck my cock hungrily whilst the bottom spat in my mouth. I reached underneath his stomach to grip his hard cock as he got pounded from behind by cap man.
I couldn’t believe I’d only been here two minutes and was embroiled in a sleazy piggy group session. Before I knew it my legs were being hoisted in the air. The bottom grabbed them behind the knees and folded me all the way back so jock man could slide down my gooch and start to eat my ass. He prised my hole open and went in deep, and whilst I was lost in the pleasure, my eyes closed, a second tongue started to dive into my hole. I opened them to see the piggy bear guy was now beside jock man, on his knees, sharing the flavours of my middle-of-the-night hole. They tongued me out, kissing with my ass stink on their faces, before jock man slipped a finger inside my tight chute and found my prostate. The piggy bear leaned forward and started to lick my hole around the invading digit, before pulling the finger out and sucking my ass juice off before inserting his own.
“Holy fuck,” I laughed, my tool dripping all over my abs as they took turns playing dip and lick with my juicy hole.
The bottom moved down to start slurping on my hard tool as he continued to take a good railing from the top. Cap man slapped the pale clammy ass as he nailed it, sweat dripping from his forehead and nose on to his fuckboy’s back. Caught up in the thrusts, I grabbed the bottom’s head and started to push my pole deep into his throat, the two tongues worshipping my ass driving me into a frenzy. I pounded his throat in unison with the top, who leaned over and snogged me hard as he drove that cock so deep, as if he wanted our bell ends to meet in the middle and touch.
The joint was passed around, as was the vodka, as things got messier.
“Come and sit on my face,” I groaned to the hottie in the jock.
He got up off his knees having worshipped my cunt for a good twenty minutes, and climbed up on the bed, holding on to the pounding top for support. They kissed as he placed one foot on either side of my head. I looked up at the hot sweaty caramel jocked ass above me and licked my lips as he started to squat. The lower he got, the wider his cheeks spread to reveal a smooth glistening hole.
I could smell it before I could taste it. The hot scent of a horny cunt who’s been partying all night. I used to eat my man’s ass after the club, I’d get his trousers down and bend him over and tuck right in. The smell of jock man took me back – but only in the best way. Any kind of dark or miserable regretful thoughts were being held firmly at the door as a winking pink hole spread open like a flower right above my face. I dug my tongue in deep, hearing him groan as I suckled and slurped on his most private spot. I reached up and unleashed his hot eight inch snake from his jock. It slapped on my chest with a squelch, oozing precum all over my rigid pink nipples. The bottom started to suck on me in earnest as cap man pulled his fat cock out of his ass and stood, letting jock man suck it clean.
These pigs were going all in. Not a drop of fluid was being wasted here. Precum oozed, sweat poured, and the air hang heavy with the stink of us. Jock man rode my face as he sucked the top’s dick clean of all the ass juice, meanwhile the piggy bear had clambered around to help himself to the bottom’s gaping cunt.
“Yeah get in deep, piggy!” he groaned between sucking jock man’s cock and my own hard member.
“Push it out!” he responded.
I heard the squelchy rip of air as the bottom splattered his man’s face with lube and butt juice but it just made him eat it all the more.
“Dirty bastards,” I laughed, so turned on by it, before going back to feasting on that juicy brown ass.
I thought eating his hole would drive me over the edge so it was a good job he pulled away, replacing his hole with his fat cock which slipped between my lips and right down my throat. He gripped my cock and took it back in his own mouth until we were both throat-fucking each other, the bottom boy now on his knees beside the bed sucking my balls and playing with my hole.
Piggy bear had rolled with a thud on to the floor, clearly overcome and highly stoned. He was laughing as the top in the cap got him on his knees and elbows and started to push that angry rigid cock into his hairy gaping hole. He was vocal as fuck, moaning loud into the floor as the top slammed all the way to the hilt and immediately picked up the pace to a hard piston fuck. I watched between thrusts of jock man’s cock as the piggy bear’s fat hairy ass got ruined, wobbling with each slam from the top’s merciless hips.
My hole yearned for that kind of action and my throat-fucker clearly picked up on my vibe, climbing off me and leaning down to snog me.
“Want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Yeah. Fuck me hard.”
“Get on the floor facing Benny.”
“Who?” I asked.
“My piggy husband,” the bottom laughed before moving to start kissing Benny as he took slam after slam of that hot top’s cock.
I knelt down on the ground, opposite Benny, laughing to myself as I thought… I’ve jumped straight into a gangbang with these guys and I only know one of their names! It just made my cock harder, realising that maybe this was what I needed to get me out of my dry spell. I’d been tipped from a desert into a waterfall. A sweaty, sleazy, sticky waterfall that was going to keep flowing.
Benny handed me some poppers and I took a good long hit as jock man lined his massive brown log up with my tight wet anus. My head went west and Benny held me up, kissing me as he was brutally fucked. I felt my anal walls give way to the brown beast that snaked its way deep inside my cunt and up past my prostate. I gasped as he hit the spot, making my balls churn out their batter for a very hungry bottom boy who was busy cleaning up any spillages made by our cocks or asses.
My cock poured and my ass gaped around his tool as I started to bounce back, matching his thrust with my bubble butt.
“Yes boy!” he sneered, smacking my ass. “Take it. Fucking take it.”
“Look me in the eyes,” Benny groaned.
We were nose to nose, kissing, eyes on each other as we both took the cocks like pro’s, Benny’s fat ass making obscene smacking sounds that echoed around the room. The bottom slid underneath me to suck jock man’s cock as it pounded my guts, and his rigid knob stuck up between Benny and I. The only thing for it was for us both to swoop down and take that dick between our hungry mouths. Our tongues wrestled around bottom boy’s oozing prick as cap man banged Benny and jock man banged me, groaning as the bottom tongued his juicy shaft and balls, slurping as much of my ass juice as he could.
“This ass is so tight!” jock man grunted. “Gonna make me bust my nut.”
“Fuck yes,” I hissed. “Fill me up!”
“Me too!” cap man groaned. “Need to breed!”
“Fuuuuck,” moaned the bottom. “You’re getting me close lads!”
Benny and I picked up our pace, sucking and wanking the bottom between our mouths as our mutual tops railed us harder, both their fat steam trains about to hit their final destination. Jock man gripped my hips and pulled me right back so his head was as deep in my guts as it could get as it started to pump its load out. He cried out loud, and the hot spurts gurgled inside me as he filled me up. It sent me past my limit as my own dick emptied out into the bottom’s waiting mouth, his sweet tongue making my whole body shake as he suckled my honey down. Then as jock man pulled out, Benny made me turn around so my ass was in his face.
He sucked hard on my hole, making my guts evacuate the cream they’d been battered with, and he shared it from his beard to the bottom – a happy couple pigging out together which made them both cum in unison. As their dicks erupted, cap man pulled out of Benny and stood, wanking the last of his massive erection and exploding all over the four of us, tongues darting out to catch his seed, the room filling with loud groans of piggy ecstasy.
As we started to come down from the buzz, I looked around at the four strangers in shock. It was like they’d cast a spell on me the minute I walked through that door. Something had pulled me up those stairs and into the middle of the filthiest gangbang I’d ever had. It was like I’d just unleashed a part of myself I’d kept dormant for a very long time. Maybe forever.
“So who are you again?” jock man laughed.
“I… sorry I live next door. I was coming to say keep the noise down!”
Cap man scoffed, then his giggle rippled through the rest of the group until the room was filled with laughter.
“Well you know what they say about noisy parties, mate,” Benny said, pulling me in. “If you can’t lick ‘em…”
And he leaned in to snog me, his beard full of spunk and ass juice. I fell into the kiss as the others pulled in around us and it became a heaving sweaty mass of roving, searching tongues. The body heat was intoxicating. I was getting hard again. And I wasn’t the only one…
Needless to say when mum and dad got home from their swinging holiday they asked me if anything interesting happened while I was gone. I told them absolutely nothing had taken place… but as I took to my bedroom and was still feeling spunk loads bubble out of my poor ruined hole, I was glad I’d got all four lads’ numbers. Their next big night out is in Newcastle next month. I’ve already booked my train ticket!
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