Good neighbors are hard to cum by

Introduction:

The new neighbor was a nasty biker daddy into leather sex. He dressed me up in leather and rudely took my ass, my body, my mind. Turning me into his personal fuck-toy.

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This story is strictly fictional and contains male-on-male (gay) sexual content, both implied and explicit.

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A Good Neighbor is Better than a Far Friend.

I fumbled around at my mailbox in the hallway of our condominium complex. Trying to get a stuck letter out of my mailbox. The door to the hallway opened up, and I heard a pair of heavy biker boots approach from behind me. The footsteps echoed menacingly in the hallway. I stood bent over at my mailbox. My ass stuck out toward the guy that had walked into the hallway. He planted a boot on either side of my legs and gave me a vicious slap on my ass.

"Look at that!... I did not know this apartment building came with these amenities... Bent over and ready for use!..." he meanly laughed. Making it clear that he liked what he saw.

It was one of the new neighbors. He had moved in, one floor up and a few doors down from me. A proper macho biker, with a well-trained body, and a rough 3-day stubble. He must have been in his late thirties. I had seen him around a couple of times. Riding a cool looking Harley and always dressed like a leathered bad-ass.

And ass was something he was looking for. He grabbed my hips and slammed his bulge meanly against my bottom. Savagely dry-humping my bubble butt. I could feel his cock stiffen in his biker gear.

"What are you doing, man?... Please... Please don't... What will the neighbors think?..." I stammered out of fear of getting caught.

"Awe, dude, shut the fuck up... Take it like a man... I know you want it!... All you cute boys think of is pussy... But secretly, all you want is a cock up your ass!... Am I right?... So drop your pants and take it, boy!..." he commanded.

He loosened his grip on my hips for a second. And I took it to free myself from his onslaught. Nearly stumbling over my own two feet as I scrambled to get away from him. He made a dirty chuckle and took the mail from his box.

Halfway up the stairs, I stopped and looked at him in awe for a moment. I could clearly see the huge stiff cock and the well-defined cockhead in his colorful biker pants. He caught me looking and laughed meanly, grabbing his crotch. Stroking the full length of the shaft. Showing off all he had on offer. Making the outline of his manhood even more visible.

"See, I knew you wanted it!... Get back down here and blow me!... Don't make me come up there, boy!..." he shouted at me while I made a hasty retreat to my condo. Before I unlocked my door, I took a quick look to see if he had followed me. And I caught myself wondering, "what-if?..." The biker actually intrigued me. My girlfriend and I broke up a few weeks earlier. Not having had sex for months now, I actually wondered what it would be like having rough kinky sex with someone like him.

I was in my early twenties and wasn't really butch. No, I was more of an average jock. Not bad looking, but nothing special either. Average was probably a good word to describe me. But on the soccer field and in bed, I was more like a little energizer-bunny. I could keep going for ages. And with an 8-inch prick, that was just the trade that made me stand out among the rest. My boyish-looks also helped me a little.

At home in the hallway, I kicked off my boots and hung my jacket on the coat-rack. When I walked past the mirror in the hall, I caught myself rubbing my prick. The damned biker had gotten me all hot and bothered. And I liked the feel of my hand over my faded jeans, stroking my stiffy. If my cock would have gotten any harder, then it probably would have torn right through the worn-out cloth.

Badly in need of some tension release, I streamed a porn movie on my TV. After grabbing a beer from the fridge, I flopped down on the couch. Unbuttoning my jeans, I pulled my cock and balls free from my jockstrap. Man, that felt good. A warm cock in one hand and a cold brew in the other.

After five minutes or so, I looked up at the TV. I actually had streamed a gay biker porn movie by mistake. Not something I would normally watch. I thought I had clicked on a biker-chick gangbang. But my dirty subconscious must have probably had other things in mind. I laughed at my 'mistake' and kept watching anyway.

Man, those bikers went at it hard and rough. Ripping their victim in two. Railing his ass fast and dirty. Making him scream like a little bitch. Ignoring his pleas for help. Hell, all the help he got was yet more cock stuffed in his mouth and ass. Going at it faster and rougher than the previous guys. Beating the crap out of the young cock-hungry dude.

The movie had exactly done what I had hoped for. My pre-cum juices started flowing in plentiful amounts. And I slicked up my rod like it just went a couple of rounds in a dripping wet cunt. Man, I missed the horny sex with my ex. But the bitch thought a BBC was better for her. Well, the slut had it coming.

Last I heard, she had been taken by a black gang against her will. She had not seen that coming. She got bred like the twink in the gay porn I was watching.

All of a sudden, I was awoken rudely from my cock-infused daydream. Someone was banging roughly on my door. "God damn, can't a bloke even jerk off in peace around here?" I shouted toward the hallway. My own words scared me. Wondering if the person had heard me. I scrambled to put my junk away as best I could. Spilling my beer on my coffee table. Again I heard a loud bang on my door. It made me rush to it. "I am coming... I am coming... Hold your damned horses!".

When I opened up the door, I got a shock. It was the biker guy. But that wasn't the worst of it. I realized I had left the gay porn flick running. You could hear the screams coming from the TV in the living room all the way down the hallway.

The biker had changed his outfit. He had replaced his biker overalls with a full black leather masterful outfit. Complete with a harness, cap, and leather pants with a zipper from front to back. His cock was still rock hard. The angle of the sun even intensified the contours of his thick 11-inch man-meat. It was clearly visible in the tight leather pants. His eyes made it very clear. The dude was mad as hell and horny as fuck. My ass was going to get it. And there was nothing I would be able to do about it.

This all happened in a split second. The leather master pushed me back into the hall. Roughly kicking the door closed behind him. Turning me around, slamming my face against the wall. He grabbed my arm and twisted it on my back. Snapping a pair of metal handcuffs around one wrist. Then around the other.

"Your ass is mine, boy!... Now, where is that bitch of yours?" he asked sternly. Slapping my head hard with his gloved hand. Pulling me up by my jockstrap from behind.

In agony, I answered him mischievously, "With any luck, she is being pimped out by her new black boyfriend... Last I heard, he and his posse railed her cunt into submission for a fortnight... I can give you her phone number if you want..."

Again my face got roughly slapped hard by the biker. "Dude, it's not her ass that I want!... I am going to take yours instead, fucker!... You keep looking at me with those lustful blue eyes of yours... I am going to teach your straight hole how to eat your master's cum.... But it's good she isn't here to witness this... You are going to get fucked so hard, you won't be able to even think straight... Let alone act straight... I am going to turn you into a gay cum sucker!"

I hadn't even tasted my own cum before now. Let alone that of another man. So I pleaded with the biker. "Please, man, I can't... I have never been fucked... And you're way too big... Please, man, let me go... I won't... I can't..." I nearly broke down crying. My legs dropped from under me. I sank to the ground whimpering at the assault of this intruder.

That was probably the worst thing I could have done. My face ended up right in front of the biker's crotch. With a quick pull on the zipper, he opened his pants up. All the way from the front to the back. Releasing the rock-hard throbbing monster from his pants. Rubbing the dirty pre-cum oozing piss-slit over my lips.

"We can do this one of two ways!" he threatened me. "Either you take it like a man... Or I knock your teeth out and shove it in any way I want... The choice is yours!" he barked down at me. Showing me the brass knuckles he had put on. As much to say as I am not joking around, bitch.

His demeanor fit the words he spoke. He punched me around a few times. I bit down hard, but he grabbed my chin and forced my mouth to open. Sliding his long cock deep into my mouth. Ordering me to suck it down my throat. Brutally showing me the fist with brass knuckles again. He threatened me not to bite him, or else!

His cock actually tasted nice. And after a few moments, I got the hang of it. Sucking him off the way he wanted me to. Bobbing my face over his juicy man-tool, he barked some more instructions down at me. And I did exactly as he told me to do. Sucking him even faster and deeper. Keeping the shaft as wet as I could make it. He stepped forward, pressing the back of my head against the hallway wall again. Forcing the cock inside. And keeping it there until I started to gurgle and choke on it.

He meanly laughed and gave me only a few seconds to catch my breath. Before throat fucking me again. Each time deeper than before. Every time a little faster and rougher. His treatment was really harsh, but somehow I enjoyed it very much. It made me feel dirty and fucking horny. At that point, he rammed it in my throat. Grabbing my head tightly between his hands. The biker man screamed and grunted all kinds of dirty obscenities. And filled my throat, mouth, and face with a huge salty load of spunk.

"Oh hell, yeah... Suck it, boy!... Swallow it... Swallow it all, boy... Drink that cock dry, bitch!... Fuck... Argh... Oh, God... Swallow it down... Take it... Oh fuck, yeah... Oh hell boy, you suck better than that bitch of yours!" he screamed in ecstasy.

Apparently, my ex had been fucking around even more than I knew about. Come to think of it, I had seen her humping the leg of the biker one time in the parking lot. The biker had slipped his gloved hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy roughly. Stuffing the fingers of his gloved hand so deep inside, he completely lifted her off the ground with one hand. She had to grab onto his neck to not topple over. I noticed he told her something meanly and then she ran away mad. I guessed that he told her he was gay or something. She had always said that she hated those dirty gays. And here I was feeling up-and-top gay myself now. The thought made me grin.

"So you think that's funny, bitch?... Well, you won't like the next part!" said the leather daddy angrily.

"Just use plenty of lube... It will be okay if you work my hole open first," I said with a dirty grin. Looking up horny at this ruthless leather master. This surprised the biker a bit. I was ready for anything now. Hell, I would let him breed my hole if he wanted to. I would have allowed him to do anything to me.

He pulled me off the floor. Grabbing my face, he forced his tongue into my mouth. Slobbering his saliva inside, mixing it with the remainder of his jizz. Roughly rubbing his stubble beard over my clean-shaven face. Licking up all the spilled cum, and feeding it back to me. Man, this guy was dirty. And I very much enjoyed the treatment. He had full control over me. At that point, I was a very, very, very willing victim of his.

He pushed me toward the living room. Bent me over the kitchen table and ripped my worn-out jeans open at the ass. Giving himself full access to my butt-hole. A few days before, I had shaved my cock and balls and ass-crack. So what he saw was a clean-shaven boy cunt, ready for use.

And use me he did. Without any lube, mercy, or warning, he plowed his 11-inches inside in one almighty thrust. Splitting my boy cunt in two. Making me scream in agony. This was the most pain I had ever been in. But somehow, I knew it would be okay. He dropped his full body weight on top of me. Softly whispering in my ear, "So, the worst part is over now... Relax and breathe, boy... You're doing fine... Let's have some fun!... I have not had a nice ass like yours in ages."

"Let us make sure there is some ass left over after your done, sir... This is damned painful!... Please take it easy on my hole... Please?" I begged him.

He laughed softly in my ear. Licking my earlobe hornily. Whispering sweet nothings to me. Kissing my face and back. This was nice. And it somehow made me forget the huge cock planted deeply in my ass. His warm leather-clad body functioned like a comfortable leather duvet. The sent of his leather clothes, his body, and cum mixed in my nostrils to a soothing aphrodisiac.

The sweet-talking dirty biker daddy had me where he wanted me. He very slowly pulled out. Raising himself up from his warm embrace. Drizzling some lube over his shaft before slowly thrusting it back into me. Nothing like the rude and painful way he had done before. No, he was very gentle now. Carefully working the lube into my still hurting sphincter with his cockhead.

If anything, I would say he was even getting tender with me. Making slow long strokes in and out my ass. Every time a bit deeper than before. Heck, I even started to bob up as he pushed down in. And from the horny grunts he began making, I concluded that this was what he had been hoping for.

I took him well. Perhaps a little too well. My ass started squeezing his rod at the right moment of his thrusts inside me. It took him not long to work up some steam. Railing my boy-cunt like a mad man again. Making a few nasty porn video's of him plowing my young ass raw. Grabbing a fist full of hair, he fucked me even rougher and meaner. His breath quickened, and the moans and grunts we both made started to get dirtier.

"Shit, this is nice, dude... Give me your load, sir... Breed me... I want to feel your spunk deep in me... Fill my hole up with your cum... And then fucking plow it in me, you rough bastard!" I grunted dirty.

That kind of dirty talking pushed him over the edge. As if on command, he let out a few primal grunts. I could feel his body tense up. With some ass splitting thrusts, he bred my boy-pussy. 8 or 9 thick streams of cum got shot inside my well-used cunt. And he did not stop or pull out either. He just kept on fucking the cum deep inside. My now sloppy wet hole made all kinds of horrible noises I had never heard before.

Slowly the speed with which he fucked me dropped off. He was completely out of breath, stroking my back and ass. He dropped back down over me. Reaching around, he freed my cock from my jockstrap. Jerking me off. Milking me like a pro. Edging me but preventing me from cumming too quickly. All the while gyrating his hips, fucking my cum-filled boy-pussy. Moaning things to me, I had never heard one man say to another.

When his cock finally started to get limp inside me, he pulled it out. Taking me over the edge. I prepared to dump the biggest fucking load of my 24 years onto the kitchen floor. But just before I came, he dropped onto his knees and hoovered my cock up. Sucking the warm juice down his throat, making himself gag on my throbbing prick. Without a doubt, I came harder and longer than I had ever done before. This was so fucking nasty. My ex always made me shoot into a tissue. She did not like it messy. Well, this guy loved it very dirty. Because after he was done with my cock... He sucked his own cum right out of my ass as well. And that feeling was to die for. God, this nasty butch leather fucker was divine.

When he was done, he untied my arms and dropped down on the couch. His cock was still hanging out in the breeze. His classic leather biker jacket open and his 6 pack glinting with sweat and dribbled ass juices. I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and sat down next to him. He pulled me in close and planted an arm around me.

Together we watched the gay biker porn movie again. Him drinking his beer. Me sucking the cum from his hairy chest. I dropped to the floor in front of him, nibbling on his cockhead. Raising his legs over my shoulders and rimming him for a good ten minutes. Making him choke on his beer a couple of times when my tongue pumped deep inside his butt. My hands wandered over his torso. I grabbed the brass knuckles and put them on.

"Now... Do I need to knock your teeth out, or do you let me fuck you too, dirty bastard?" Before he could answer, I was already balls deep inside his hole. Railing his asshole as he had never experienced before.

As a top, he had never allowed anything like this to happen to him. After fucking him rudely for fifteen minutes, I lifted him clean up from the couch. My cock still deep inside him. We walked to my bedroom, the biker master hanging on to me by my neck. Where I dropped him onto the bed and 69-ed him until we both came again.

Spend and satisfied, the dirty biker bastard fell asleep in my arms. The next morning I awoke beside a 38-year-old friend. It felt as if I had known him all my life. I had put on his biker jacket and gloves. Crawled between his legs and brought the 11-inches back to life. Giving the head mouth to cock resuscitation.

I swallowed the limp monster down. Eating the cock. Feeling it wake up deep inside me. With it, the owner woke up too. Rubbing his hands lovingly through my thick hair, pressing me down over his member. Making me choke on it. Drooling wads of spit over his shaft before he gave me my breakfast in bed. His morning wood tasted very good. His cum even better. When he allowed me to come back up for air, I pulled myself up by his harness. Sliding my body over his. Spitting the biker's cum straight back into his filthy mouth. Sharing the nasty cum-milkshake-surprise with him. He held me close. Caressing me with his strong arms.

"Damn boy... those leathers look really good on you!" he said semi surprised.

"Not as good as you look on me!" I smiled with a horny grin. Rolling us over, pulling him back on top of me.

"Fuck me hard, sir... Much harder than you did yesterday... Your cock hurt my hole so nice... Stuff it back in, and tear me another!... Make me your bitch boy, please..." I begged him. Well, I did not have to ask him twice. He ripped me apart like a shredder on steroids.

After a couple of hours of this hardcore workout, someone knocked at my apartment door. I lifted the curtains a bit and saw that it was my teary-eyed ex. I put on a pair of shorts under the biker jacket. And told the biker to be very quiet. I went to the door. My ex-girlfriend looked at me stupefied. Wearing nothing much else than the classic leather biker jacket and my cum stained shorts.

"Please take me back, honey... I was so stupid... Please let me in..." she cried at my door. Suddenly the biker fully ripped the door open. He was only wearing his harness and the leather cap. His rock hard cock flopped around, looking for a manhole to fill. He placed his strong arm around my shoulders and said, "You're too late slut... This is my bitch now... Get lost... He has a job to do!" He looked at me with a very dirty grin. Pushed me to the floor of the hallway and told me, "Drain my balls, boy!" Forcing his cock down my throat and slamming the door closed on my ex. My throat closed around his cockhead, and I drove two fingers into his sloppy asshole. Making him scream dirty and unloaded inside of my throat. My girlfriend heard us sucking and throat fucking before she ran away.

I stood back up and kissed my hero. "Fare is fare... Sir, you're a better fuck than she ever was... Good neighbors are hard to cum by!"

-The End -

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