My "Straight" Neighbor

I (22m) just moved back to my hometown after graduating university. Fortunately, I secured a remote job in my field and was able to move into my very own apartment for the first time just a month after returning home. And it’s been great, being back in Maryland. The past four years I’ve been in Arizona, studying and soaking in the sun. But Maryland; Ellicott City to be specific– that’s home to me.

The last month or so of catching up with friends and family has been comforting, though it's been nice to now settle into a place of my own and start a life outside of my childhood bedroom.

A sunny Sunday rolled around after a week of steady rain; and I for one was excited to lounge by the pool that I’d only been to once since moving in. I changed into swim trunks and a white shirt, grabbed my bag pre-packed with a book and light snack; and headed out to the common area. Only a short walk from my front door, around five minutes and I buzzed my key card at the gate to the pool.

There were a few people, luckily no children, and a cozy spot in the corner getting all the sunshine. I stripped out of my shirt, letting the afternoon sun beat down on me; though it’s nothing as strong as the blistering light of Arizona. I laid into the lounge chair with my hands folded behind my head, closing my eyes and enjoying the warmth.

I relaxed a while, only opening my eyes to scan the pool as I heard new voices emerge from the gate and splashes in the pool. I didn’t know anybody here, not yet at least. And I kept to myself mostly, not that I’m anti-social but you know– I’m new.

Though a sudden chill and block of light had my eyes reopening and adjusting to the figure standing in front of me, “Hey! Sorry to bother, you aren’t using this chair are you?” A toned, blonde haired girl pointed at the chair next to me; shading her eyes with her hand.

I shaded my own eyes too, “No bother, you can take it.” I smiled. And she thanked me, dragging the chair just a foot away towards a group of three other ones. I guess she’s having some friends join her.

And no more than a few minutes, I heard bustling voices come through the gate. Another girl with long red hair and two men following behind her. They met with the blonde and began unpacking their things, though my focus remained on one of them in particular– a tall, olive skinned man.

He had his arm around one of the girls, figures; but eventually sat down in one of the chairs and started unpacking towels and coolers. I didn’t want to be caught staring but he was undeniably attracting my gaze. I could make out faint lines of tattoos on his thighs and up his forearm, bright white teeth that glimmered in the sun. I looked away before I was caught.

Now he was hot. Not that I don’t normally spot eye-candy, just at that moment I felt more exposed with only swimming trunks on; like the spotlight of the sun was only focused on me. I had to pull on my shorts and draw my knees upwards, flattening the bulge that was slightly forming in them.

I needed a distraction, preferably one that wasn’t over six foot and exactly my type. So I pulled out my book; Crown of Midnight, and sank my teeth into the world of Sarah J Mass.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still sneaking glances to my right, curious to see what the group was doing. But eventually the book grabbed my attention, leading me into a fit of page turn after page turn.

Until, “Throne of Glass?” A girl’s voice rang next to me. I marked my sentence with a thumb and turned, facing the red haired girl with squinted eyes. “Sorry,” she smiled; “I’ve read like all her books.”

I smiled too, “I’m working on ‘em, yeah.”

“Have you read ACOTAR?” she asked.

But before I answered, the tall man teased; “Oh, here we go again.”

I chuckled, “I have. It’s the only reason I’m reading this series.”

Her eyes beamed in excitement, “Literally none of my friends will read it,” she playfully smacked the man next to her; “I didn’t mean to bother you, I was just curious.”

I reached for my bookmark and settled it in the crease, closing the book and turning more towards her. “Me too, and I don’t get why.”

Me and this girl ended up fangirling over the author and series and everything in between. She shared her name, Emily, and introduced her other friends. Leah was the blonde from before and the shorter of the two guys was Roman, her boyfriend. The tall man, the really sexy man; his name was Denver. And I made note that she didn't introduce him as her boyfriend.

I introduced myself as well, explaining I just moved in and was excited to be back from Arizona. But halfway through our conversation, I couldn’t help but notice that the two boys stood up in their own conversation and walked to the edge of the pool. I didn’t make it obvious, the way I followed the muscle in his legs as he walked; the gleam of sweat on his muscled back.

“We’re actually having a little party later at our apartment, wanna come?”

I relaxed a bit, realizing now that she was so clearly just being nice and friendly and I can’t remember the last party I’d been to. “For sure.” I responded, silently hoping Denver would also be there too. And we both exchanged numbers.

“Join us in the pool?” She asked as she handed my phone back to me with a smile.

I wasn’t planning on actually getting in, but I obliged and sat on the ledge, hanging my legs into the crisp water. My eyes followed the two guys in the pool, seltzers in their hands as they talked; their pecs just slightly bobbing above the waterline.

“Did she annoy you yet?” He spoke, breaking my silent concentration on their bodies that I hoped to God they didn’t notice.

I met with his eyes, deep green and squinted in the sun. “Not at all.” I laughed, to which he followed with his own teasing chuckle. They sure did act like a couple, I just hoped they weren’t. Though I’m sure it didn’t matter much considering he was giving all the signs of a straight man.

Though he did look at me again, I’d like to think it was up and down but probably not; then offered. “Want a drink, man?” He held his can in the air with a head tilt.

I smiled, “Sure.” And before I knew it, he was swimming to the ledge next to me, sitting his can on the pavement and using his forearms to lift himself out of the water. He ran to the cooler and asked me if I had a preference which I shook my head to.

He brought me a can and took a seat next to me on the ledge, “Denver.” He stuck out his hand much bigger than mine for a formal greeting, to which I obliged and shook.

“Max.” I said into the handshake, relishing in his strong grip and silently cursing him for sitting so close that his thigh just barely touched mine.

He smirked, “Coming to the party tonight?”

“I think so.” I cracked the can and took a long swig, bracing the tingles of cherry flavored carbonation. He nodded to that and slid back into the water, turning and grabbing his drink once again.

“It’s about time someone young moved in here.” He took a long swig too, exposing the stubble along his jaw and neck and adam's apple. “Too many old fuckers.”

I laughed at his choice words, “Do you live here too?”

“I do, with Roman.” He pointed at his friend who was busy carrying his girlfriend on his shoulders; “The girls throw the parties though, their apartment is nicer.”

I nodded my head, taking another swig.

I eventually joined them in the water, mostly to hide the obvious attraction in my shorts and because the sky was only getting hotter. I learned that the four have been friends since highschool and all of what they did for work. The girls were bartenders and the boys worked together for Roman’s father’s construction company; that does explain their physique, I noted.

Another note, there was an obvious tension between Denver and Emily; almost like they’d dated before or maybe friends with benefits? Lucky girl. Meanwhile Roman and Leah seemed to live in their own bubble at times, pretty extreme on the PDA.

It didn’t take long before my stomach was rumbling and I excused myself from the pool. My– hardening situation seemed to dwindle the longer I stayed in the water and was glad for it. So I dried off and wrapped the towel around me, only planning to stay a few more minutes before I left to find food. And from my chair I watched, feeling less like a stalker now that they knew me.

Denver was… irresistible. His dark hair would spike up as it dried in the heat and his skin glowed under the beat of the sun. He was exactly my type, tall and tan, thick with muscle and workmanship; hair that grew from the hem of his shorts and beyond– just perfect.

But I had an inkling he was straight, and to me that was pretty typical.

At last I grabbed my things and waved goodbye, to which they all waved back. I needed food, I was starving. When I got to my apartment I immediately rummaged through my fridge, pulling out leftover chicken and rice and homemade pico.

After eating, I ran to the shower, turned it on and stripped the soaked trunks off my body. I wasn’t on their level of muscle definition, but I did play lacrosse in college and frequented the gym enough to look good. I had pecs, lightly defined abs in perfect lighting; and strong thighs. I’d fuck me if I could, but that’s besides the point.

The second the hot water hit my back, I sighed in relaxation. There is nothing like a hot shower. But looking down, following the water that trailed down my mostly smooth torso; I couldn’t help but feel the blood rush back. Usually I’d think of my most recent ex, sad maybe but that’s just the truth. We broke things off when I decided to move back home and he stayed in Arizona. Did I still love him? Did I ever love him? I can’t say for sure, but what I can say; is that our sex was extraordinary.

But this time, I found myself transported back to the pool; just me and Denver in the water together. His muscled arms around my waist, pulling our hips into one another’s. I just met him, I know that– but you can’t tell me you haven’t done this once in your life. So I got to work, jerking my rod as the water cascaded over me; thinking about undressing the bastard. How big do you think his cock is? Is he overcompensating with his body? Does he keep it trimmed? Is it cut? Un-cut? It didn’t really matter in my head as I blew all my thoughts down the drain.

I finished my shower and was delighted to see a new message from Emily on my phone.

Hey it’s Emily, party’s at 8. Building 6 apartment 305, we have the booze, it read.

So I responded, Perfect, see ya then!

It was only a little after four so I decided to migrate to the couch and lounge a while. After living with my parents again for a month, I barely ever stayed home because of it. But now, in the comforts of my own space; lying butt ass naked in the living room is all I wanted to do.

So I did.

And after a few rewatched episodes of Game of Thrones, I picked myself off the couch and got ready. I slid on boxers and white socks, a pair of jeans and a black shirt; I didn’t want to dress formally, but not dingy either. And if college taught me anything, it was to never show up to a party empty handed and on time.

So I ran to the grocery store real quick to grab a pack of white claws, something I already knew they’d like; and walked over to their apartment at eight thirty.

I knocked on the door. “Max!” Leah answered, “We didn’t think you were gonna show.”

I smiled and allowed myself in, taking in the different layout of her apartment compared to mine. “Of course, and I bring presents.” I held the box of seltzers up to which she gratefully took.

“I told you we had booze covered!” Emily greeted me with a side hug, “But thank you and welcome to our humble abode.” She raised her arm to direct my eyes around her apartment. It was bigger than mine, different than mine; and decorated much nicer too. “Guys, this is Max!” She showed me off like the wheel of fortune presenter, “We met him at the pool, he just moved in and..” she turned to me and whispered, “Are you single?” I nodded, “And single!” To which people cheered which also made me laugh, nervously.

“Hi.” I waved my arm a bit anxiously, not seeing Denver in the group of people collected in the living room.

She began pointing out people and names that easily went over my head but I counted about seven. “There’s some appetizers in the kitchen around the corner if you want some, we’re setting up a few card games too if you’re interested.”

“Count me in.” I said, and began greeting the others I hadn’t met at the pool. Most seemed to be coupled together except a girl or two who sat on stools by themselves.

It was overwhelming at first, usually I pregamed before parties but this time I was as sober as my mother. I needed a drink, stat.

After greeting most of everyone, I meandered to the far side of the living room, rounding the corner and into the closed off galley kitchen. And there he was, stuffing his face with what looked like a jalapeno popper– Denver.

“What’s up bro!” He exclaimed with a mouthful, or at least I think that’s what he said as he extended a hand for me to dap up. He was wearing shorts and a loose shirt, Nike slides with socks and a simple smile on his face.

I dapped him up and smiled, “Booze?”

He pointed to the fridge where I found my seltzers already put away and a million other beers and cocktail ingredients. I just grabbed one of my own, cracking it and gulping down what I could in one go.

“Impressive.” He smirked, teasing me as a dribble of seltzer slid down my chin. And maybe I’m reading too much into that comment, but I can’t deny that a flutter erupted in my stomach; and it wasn’t the bubbly.

I grinned back, punching him in the shoulder playfully. “You’d know.” I teased back, even though I didn’t know, there was just this certain comfortability he oozed that I attached to so easily.

He laughed, picking at more from the trays of food. “Ready to get railed in Kings Cup?”

Another choice word, I wondered if he meant them. “Not really a strategic game,” I questioned; “but I’m fine with getting railed.” The words just sort of escaped my lips before I thought about them.

My eyes went wide as he basically choked on his laugh, meanwhile a blush so intensely crept up my cheeks. “You’ll fit right in.” He laughed through the words and patted me on the shoulder, letting his large hand linger just a second longer than it should have.

I smiled, “Thanks.” And I left for the living room before he could notice the sudden blush taking over my face.

I found a spot in the living room on a bench-like ottoman and began small talk with the others. I finished my drink in no time but was surprised when none other than Denver plopped next to me with another drink in hand. “Here.” He offered it to me with a wild grin, one that perfectly crinkled his eyes into the cutest almond shape.

“Thank you.” I accepted the drink and cracked it open. Conversation continued amongst everyone, though my attention was more focused on the heat that radiated from him; the heat that transferred from his leg to mine. At one point I leaned back to see just how much space he had on the bench, if it was necessary for him to sit so close. Necessary to me maybe, but there was definitely enough room not to.

Eventually we began King’s Cup, and if you don’t know; it’s just a game designed to get everyone obliterated. And to fuck whoever pulls the last King card.

Luckily I wasn’t subjected to that final cup, but after about three rounds; none of us really cared enough to enforce the rules anymore. But the steady supply of booze only heightened the undeniable attraction I felt to the man next to me– to Denver.

There were no signs that he was gay or bi or anything but straight. Nothing but the suspicion in my own head. Myself, I would easily admit to my sexuality if questioned, but I’m not so noticeable. I’d spent a lot of life and most of college in the closet and didn’t come out til I was twenty, but even then; I didn’t show the stereotypical signs.

And even though I was out, and no one could take that from me; it didn’t stop the lurching feeling that if Denver knew, he’d not sit so close– act so comfortable.

But the alcohol helped deafen those voices, helped me think less. Instead, I didn’t care that I took a longer look than I should’ve, didn’t care that when his knee moved; I’d spread mine further to close the gap. And it didn’t seem like he cared either. I was looking for something– anything to help me understand this crush I was already developing.

It wasn’t long after before the couples said their goodbyes, claimed they had to get home; work in the morning. I guess in this case it helped that I lived across the street. And soon it was down to the four friends at the pool, a random girl named Jane and I.

Jane sat with Emily mostly, but after the clearing of people; I noticed Emily’s attention shift more towards Denver. Like she was silently communicating with him.

Jane let out another high pitched laugh, “I have to spend the night.” She slurred into her cup.

“No duh.” Emily and Leah answered in unison.

It felt like the air was clearing, like the night was wrapping and I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, though I didn’t want to deliberately leave my position next to this guy, this guy that stayed put through it all; laughed at my jokes and smirked at me. No– I wasn’t ready to leave just yet.

There was a nudge to my side, “You’ve gotten quiet.” He whispered with a grin on his lips.

“Sorry, I’m just drunk.” I was half honest, I was drunk but more or so quiet due to the lack of people in the room.

He chuckled, “A lightweight, hm?” He shared a joking look with his friend.

“Not.” I pushed him, joking back. But maybe I was compared to these guys, I mean– he barely seemed tipsy.

“Well anyways!” Roman piped and stood from his seat, extending a hand down to his girlfriend; “it’s time for us to go to bed.” He winked which earned a disgusted look from Leah but a friendly chuckle from the other girls and Denver.

Denver stood too, “I guess I should probably get going then too.” I watched as he rose from the bench, coming eye to eye with his shorts.

“Already?” Emily whined, but it sounded like more of a desperate call for attention.

He stretched his hands to the ceiling, revealing his happy trail that flowed upwards from his waistband; “Sorry to disappoint Em, but I do have a job you know.”

“I should probably go too. Thanks for the invite and feel free to keep the claws.” I said as I stood too.

A sudden arm draped around my shoulder, “Good choice Emily, he’s fun.” Denver said sloppily, like the alcohol finally took its toll as he stood up.

“Anytime Max, keep in touch and remember, happy hour on Thursday.” She reminded me of the lighthearted plan we all made earlier to visit her shift at the bar.

I smiled, “I’ll be there.” he withdrew his arm from around my shoulder, not so subtly dragging his hand down my back. “Alright goodnight guys!” I finished as I turned.

I heard a collective of goodbyes as I made it to the front door and was happy when Denver followed right behind me.

After the door shut and I began my descent down the winding staircase, I asked; “So what building are you and Roman in?”

“Two. You?” He answered while following behind me.

“Five, literally across the street.” I turned and smirked at him, not worried about the reddening of my cheeks anymore.

He smiled back, “Lucky you.”

“Aw, does Denver need a buddy to walk to building two with him?” I teased as I opened the lobby door to the chilling outside air.

But there was a pause before he spoke again, “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

I stopped in my tracks and let him catch up beside me, staring fully into the green abyss of his eyes. “I mean– if you want to.” I wasn’t expecting the nerves to creep up at a moment like this, but it felt like a flirt. The first of the night that sounded, felt– flirtatious.

“Honestly I’m just not tired yet.” He admitted with a breathy smile.

I nodded, “Coulda fooled me in there.” I kept on walking, letting him decide to follow or not.

“Yeah I just, kinda wanted to get outta there.” He admitted again, and to that I felt inclined to pry.

The nerves in me were only racking more and more the closer we got to my building, “Is there something between you and her?” I kept the question vague, not wanting to be wrong.

“You could say that.” Is all he said, and I wasn’t looking to pry any further.

We made it to my building's lobby and walked inside. My brain was racing, thinking– no, swarming for something to get him to stay. But by the time we made it to my door and the fact that he was still behind me, all I could think of was; “Do you wanna like, come inside or something?”

And I immediately regretted the idiotic way that question left my mouth, but before I could correct myself; he answered, “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t offer.”

I smiled and unlocked the door, letting us both into my smaller one bedroom apartment.

“Nice.” He dragged out the word as he began walking into the living room.

“Wait.” Though I liked him; though I wanted nothing more than for him to stay and chill. I stopped his walk, “Can you take your slides off before walking on the rug?”

He turned towards me and smirked, looked down at his Nike slides and kicked them off at the front door. “Happy?”

The blush came back this time, filling me as I watched his bulky frame sit on my couch where just hours before I was totally naked. “Thank you.” I said as I too kicked off my sneakers and joined him.

I didn’t want to assume. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of a guy like this, so I settled in the corner of the couch a few feet away. And I wasn’t sure what to talk about, it seemed like my nerves were starting to get the best of me; being in such a private environment.

He kicked his feet up on my coffee table, making himself comfy; “Damn, I like your couch better than mine.”

I laughed, “Yeah?”

He turned to look at me, hands folded behind his head; “I might fall asleep.”

“I thought you weren’t tired?” I questioned him with a head tilt.

He laughed this time, but kept that eye contact that had my stomach twisting in knots. “Your couch is just so relaxing,” he closed his eyes, “makes me wonder how comfortable your bed is.”

And to that I stiffened, my body; everything. It’s comments like those that have me teetering on what his motives are, why he actually came here. “It’s comfortable.” Is all I said.

“Mmm,” He smirked again, still with his eyes closed; “I bet.”

The tension in the air grew as I watched his every movement, which wasn’t much besides his breathing. But as I searched across his body, the tightness in my own jeans became unbearable. His shirt laid so perfectly atop his structured figure, a thin line of skin stayed exposed above his waistband– and below. Below, his bulge sat unnerved, something I’d spent a lot of time staring at earlier. Though now, I wasn’t so sure it was just the way his shorts bundled up.

My eyes snapped to him as he began to speak, “I think I am a little more tired than I thought.” He re opened his eyes and sat up.

“Did you want to leave?” I offered, hoping to myself that he didn’t.

He looked at me, those deep green eyes glazed over; “I want to play a game.” He smirked.

“A game?” I drew my brows together, what the hell is he on about? And how drunk is he actually?

He stood from the couch, “Yes, a game.” He stalked over to me, my heart racing a mile a minute; and plopped into the couch right next to me– so close to me. “You like games don’t you?”

My whole body was rigid at our proximity, at our privacy; “Depends on the game.” I could barely speak the words.

“Two truths and a lie. It’s my favorite.” he crossed his arms and leaned into the couch, spreading his legs to touch mine.

I tensed at his touch, but met his gaze; “Okay. Who first?”

“You.” He said, and I could almost taste the seltzer dripping from his breath.

“Okay.” I started, trying my best to act cool. “Uhm– I’ve been skydiving. I hate the color yellow. And I actually had a really good time tonight.” I smiled, thinking the string of words were easy enough.

He smirked at me, thinking; “Well I’d have to leave if you didn’t enjoy the night.” His knee brushed harder into mine, “And the pillow right there,” he nodded at the throw pillow he was sitting on earlier, “is bright yellow. So I’d say the lie is skydiving.”

I laughed at his answer, “Well I’ve always wanted to, just never have.” Our eyes weren’t leaving each other’s. “Your turn.”

He smirked again, something different in his eyes entirely; “Emily and I were in a relationship.” It felt like he admitted it more than playing the game; “I don’t really like the taste of white claws.” It sounded more like an easy lie. But then I understood, the room became fuzzy; warm, as he leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “And I know you wanna kiss me.”

My whole world froze as he leaned back, just inches from my face; his emerald eyes focused so intently on my own. “Uhm–”

And I should’ve gotten the hint, should’ve figured it out by then. But it didn’t matter anymore, not when he planted his lips on mine and guided me to follow.

We immediately tangled our tongues together as I tasted the sweetness of his breath, the cherries and lime. He moaned into me, causing my bulge to go rock hard before he broke away.

“Wrong answer. I win.” He teased and left my lips tingling without his touch, my mind frazzled in the moment. My eyes flickered to his bulge as he slid a hand into his shorts, adjusting his cock to be visible through them. “Do I get a prize?”

I just smiled back at him, reaching my hand across his muscled thigh and onto the bulge he displayed for me. His lips parted at my touch, moaned at my squeeze.

“Don’t tease me now.” He flirted, a real flirt this time.

I didn’t hesitate anymore in doing what I wanted, what I needed; and flipped my leg over him and straddled him on my couch. I buried my face in his. I didn’t care how his scruff scratched at my lips, how his hands drifted around my waist and up my back. I grinded lightly at first, feeling the length of him under me grow even larger than before, tense and jolt with each movement of mine.

My hands slipped in his coarse black hair, moaning into his mouth as he now bucked his hips into mine. My body was on fire, electric under his touch. His hands drifted down my back now, a finger slipping under my jeans and tracing around my waist to the buckle.

He broke from the kiss, “Fuck you’re good at that.” Clearly Emily isn’t that great of a kisser, I thought to add but didn’t. Instead I moved my lips to his jaw, earning a crane in his neck so I could lick down the side, swirling my tongue under his ear. “Is there a reason your tongue isn’t doing that here?” he bucked his hips again.

I chuckled at his forwardness, “You want it that easy?” I flirted, the layers of anxiety fading away. “I don’t do easy.”

I took back to his lips, earning another moan from him as he began undoing the button on my jeans, as his hands started peeling what he could down from my waist.

I broke away again, “Do you want it a–”

He cut me off with a grip in my hair, pulling my neck back so I could only barely look through my lashes and see the seductive look in his eyes, “I don’t do easy either.” He whispered, tugging harder at my hair; “I do hard, only.”

And he attacked my neck too, furiously biting and sucking and licking down to my collarbone.

“Mmm.” I moaned at his touch and I swore I could feel the smirk upon his lips. With his other hand he pulled at my shirt, lifting it; then breaking away to pull it over my head.

He looked at me with sunken, lust filled eyes; “Now get on your knees.”

I didn’t hesitate in obeying, I dropped to the floor and went to pull at his shorts before he smashed my face into his rock hard bulge, smearing my head over it and moaning in deep guttural pleasure.

But he let me after a few seconds, pull down his shorts to his ankles; revealing more hair that poked out the top of his boxers. And the massive cock that bulged in them, a sweet spot of pre-cum right where his tip is.

I licked at it, rubbing my chin and lips across his hard cock even more before springing it loose. And when I did, “Holy shit.” I muttered under my breath.

He laughed above me and grabbed my jaw in a hand, angled it to his face hovering above me and spit right on me. If it were anyone else I might’ve smacked him, demanded he left but dear God, it turned me on. “Swallow me whole.” He whispered, and let go.

I stared back to his length, his beautifully large length. At least eight inches, thick and hairy and veiny. I licked at his length, unprepared to do what he said. I hadn’t ever sucked a cock this big before, a cock worth the word.

But I tried. I grabbed it by the base and licked up the shaft, earning a shudder from him as I went. Then popped the uncut tip in my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around until he was bucking his hips again. “I said don’t tease me.” He muttered.

So I listened and began my descent, engulfing half of his warm heavy cock into my throat, only stopping where my throat couldn’t take it further. I worked it for longer, getting grunt after grunt from his sexy voice; buck after buck of his hips. He clearly was dominant, the way he’d try to get it further down whether my throat could handle it or not, the way he spat in my face and ordered me to my knees. My dick was throbbing in my jeans.

His hands found my hair after a while, helping– no, shoving his length into my throat. Breaking the barrier that kept his cock from being balls deep, until it was. There were a few coughs, gags even; but it got there. My chin to his balls. “Fuck yeah.” He moaned, thrusting his hips now so that his entire length was drilling my skull, in and out.

Slime sputtered about a few times, not worried about the mess we were making; I simply didn’t care. I could feel the rumble in his bones, the spasms in his abdomen as he started getting close.

“Aw yeah, fuck.” He moaned more as he used my mouth like a flesh light, pumping and pumping until finally he pulled completely out; gripped my hair and exploded five maybe six ropes of thick warm cum on my face.

He was breathless for a second and so was I, our chests heaving in and out until he broke the silence. “What a prize.”

And what a prize it was.

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A/N - Thanks for reading! I really appreciate comments <3