My "Straight" Neighbor

His eyes were heavy, mouth parted and slick with sweat on his brows; “What a prize.” He smirked with his hand still tangled in my hair.

I could only smile and lick my lips at his cum that ran down my face. Jesus Christ he was sexy, and he didn’t lie either– nothing about that was easy.

And before I could even form words, he leaned his face down to me, his hair just barely tickling my forehead; and whispered, “Be a good boy and lose the jeans.”

He let go of me, leaning back into the couch as I processed what he said. Were we not done? Was he not done? It didn’t matter at that moment, his voice was enough for me. It was something about the way his already deep voice rasped when he whispered, when he ordered me to do these dirty things for him.

To think, just hours ago I was fantasizing about a moment like this, a moment with him.

I ripped off my shirt first and wiped my face, following his eyes that followed my every movement. I stood from my knees, trembling at the sight of him biting his lower lip; and started tugging my jeans down to my ankles and stepping out of them.

I knew my hard on was raging in my boxers, twitching at every blink in his eyes but I stayed focused; obeying his orders.

Now he licked at his lips, grazing his pink tongue across his pearly white teeth. “Come here.” He outstretched a hand to take mine, pulling me back into him, straddling him once again.

My bulge sat right in his abdomen, crushing against his rock hard body as I felt the length of him hardening again underneath me. Our faces were close, inches apart; “That was so fucking hot.” I reminded him. I needed him to know I was in this as much as he was, even if my raging length wasn’t sign enough.

He cracked a smile, drifting his hands up my bare sides; flicking his thumbs over my nipples. “Yeah?” His cock tensed underneath me as he brought his lips once again to my ear, licking and biting and earning a shudder of tingles down my being; “That was only a taste,” one of his hands wrapped around my back, sliding down and underneath the waistband of my boxers; “want the full course?”

I let out a shaky breath as his fingers drifted in between my cheeks, his other hand massaging my nipple; his mouth licking down my jawline. “Yes.” I whimpered.

“Mmm.” He moaned into my neck, flicking a finger at my hole. “Yes, sir.” He corrected me.

I couldn’t help the smirk that snuck to my lips, “Yes, sir.” I breathed out.

The sucking at my neck ended abruptly and his darkened face met mine, “Good boy.” His cock twitched again, “I own you tonight, understand?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinded further into his crotch, “Yes, sir.”

A devilish smirk took to his lips right before he smashed them into mine, intertwining our tongues as both of his hands now dug in my boxers, groping– squeezing.

I moaned into his roughness, the nails that dug into my backside; the bites to my lip that had me buckling on top of him. His fingers spread my cheeks apart, smushed them together; again and again and again.

He threw my body to the side, landing my back on the couch as he stalked over top of me; fully naked but for his shirt and socks. And like he read my mind, he straddled my torso and flung his shirt in the distance, not a care where it landed. He attacked my neck again, sliding his tongue across my collar bone; sucking at my nipples– earning moan after moan through rugged breaths.

He made his way to the waistband of my boxers where my own length lurched for his touch, yearning to be let free. He shot me a wicked grin before tugging at them, revealing my raging hard cock that sprung and flipped onto my bare stomach. His eyes left mine and only appreciated the sight before him, my trimmed and cut; six inch dick that dwindled to nothing in comparison to his.

“Cute.” He smirked down at it, bringing his tongue to where my balls met my base and licked. Goosebumps trickled down my body as he licked from the bottom to my tip, swirling his tongue around and facing me with those darkened green eyes. I felt like I could bust at any moment, just one more lick; one more look– I’d be done. But he stopped, lifting my boxers up and over and letting the waistband snap onto my raging boner. “Go do what you gotta do.” He ordered while leaning back.

I knew what he meant, but I was frozen in place at the beauty of his physique looking down to me. “Now.” He demanded. So I lifted off the couch, and he made sure to plant a swift smack to my ass as I sauntered down the hall to the bathroom.

It didn’t take me long, I made sure to not keep him waiting. But in the few minutes it took me; I dissected every detail of what had transpired. This random man I met at the pool, this straight man I thought. This gorgeous, hunk of a man waited outside my door to fuck me. The thought kept me excited, kept me rock hard as I got ready for him. I would’ve never guessed the ferocity of his switch, the switch from Denver– to sir.

But I hurried out of the bathroom when I was done, rounded the corner to the living room where he sat patiently; his cock standing straight up with both hands stroking it. He smirked at my presence, stood from his spot as I walked my way over to him.

He pulled my hips into his, snaking his hands in my boxers; “What a good boy you are.” He purred into my ear with a squeeze at my ass. “On your knees.”

I obeyed and dropped to the floor, staring up at his chiseled body and full length. His hands grabbed my head, one in my hair and the other at my jaw. His cock rubbed along my cheek as he slid a thumb between my lips, I opened for him, letting his thumb push down on my teeth and extend my jaw.

He aimed his cock at my mouth again and slid it in, craning his neck as he pushed halfway inside.

“Who’s got the biggest cock?” He looked down to me, slightly bobbing his dick in and out. I wrapped my arms around his muscled thighs, squeezing as my answer. But instead he smacked me across the cheek, hard enough to sting but light enough to not knock me down. “I said, who’s got the biggest cock?”

I took that as he wanted me to try and speak it, so I tried. But as you could imagine, nothing but gurgles came out of my mouth. His smile only grew and he slid his cock further down my throat as I started to gag. “What’d ya say?” He taunted me, thrusting in further as I tried again to answer him. “I can’t hear you.” He smacked me again as I gurgled words, slime spilling out the side of my lips.

He finally pulled out, “Hm?” he asked again with a hand around my throat and his thumb still keeping my mouth open, his head tilted in question.

“You, sir.” I spoke quietly, my throat starting to burn from the abuse.

He let his cock linger at the entrance to my mouth, “And who’s gonna fuck you senseless?”

“You, sir.” My heart rate quickened at his choice words, all of the excitement bubbling to the surface.

He shoved his cock in again, using a hand on the back of my head to bring my lips to his base; my chin on his balls. “Damn right, I am.” I sputtered at the force, gagging again and again and fighting not to spill my guts.

He let go, let me sink my ass to the floor; heaving, coughing. He smacked me again and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly, then pulled away to spit right on my face.

“Bedroom, now.” He helped me up with a hand under my arm and I guided us down the hall to my bedroom. I went to flick on the light but he stopped me, “No lights.”

I obliged, yet wondered why silently. Was it that he didn’t want to see me? Didn’t want to watch me?

But he read my mind again as I closed the door behind him, “I’ll see you perfectly fine in the moonlight.” He gripped my wrist and pinned me against the closed door, “I want you to feel me, understood?”

I took a sharp breath, “Yes, sir.” And he was right, we could still see with my single window letting in the moonlight, could still see the smirk on his lips.

He attacked my lips again, rumbling the door in its frame as our bodies crashed further into it. He grabbed at my thigh to which I willingly let him wrap around his waist. He picked me up with ease, our lips still tangled together; and landed us on my bed.

I felt crushed under his heavy, muscled weight. But I wouldn’t dare object to his routine. His hard length now pressed into mine, right in between my legs; pressing moans out of me with each deliberate twitch.

He grabbed hold of my hair again, craning my neck back in the bed as he ravaged my neck with kisses and bites; holding me steady as my breathing fell hard and rugged.

But in an instant he flipped our bodies, pulling my waist into his and breaking free of my neck; “Lose the boxers.” He seductively whispered.

I obeyed of course, ripping them off me and resuming my straddle around him, my now bare ass pressed into him, slick with slime from my throat. His hands traveled around my waist, bucking his hips into me.

I looked down at his figure, darker and shaded; strips of moonlight cascading across his body from the blinds. I gripped his torso and started to buck too– no, grind into his shredded body. His hands found my ass and smacked, pulling my cheeks apart and flicking a finger over my hole. He smirked at the shudder that went over me.

He withdrew his hand and brought it to my face, “Suck.” He ordered my mouth around his index, then his middle finger– then soon all four fingers were pumping in and out of my mouth.

His other hand pulled on my ass again while his now glistening fingers trailed to my hole and pressed, just one popped in and I moaned out a breath. Another smack and a grunt, he began sliding his finger in and out.

And when he added a second, I bucked away out of instinct which earned another smack. “Fucking take it boy,” he slid both fingers in and out, “enjoy it while you can.”

I moaned again above him, “Yes, sir.” I purred into more grinding; letting him pull and twist his fingers inside me. It’s all I craved to feel, him inside me– now.

And when they got dry, just after a minute or so; he slid them out and back into my mouth. “Fuck yeah.” He moaned as he slipped his fingers in my warm throat, “Taste it and like it.”

I sucked at my own flavor, not much of anything but his words made it hot; made it sexy.

He slapped my ass again with his other hand and flipped us, his torso now in between my legs that wrapped around him; his cock laying on top of mine. I held my breath, bracing. “Last chance to back out.” He grunted, hands on my shoulders and leaning into my ear he whispered…

“I don’t stop when I start.”

He took a violently guttural breath through his nose, sending a chill down my spine that arched my back. I whimpered into his neck; “Take me.”

I could feel the breathy smirk take to his lips, graze across my ear and down my jaw; “Good answer.”

And he used a hand to line his slimy cock at my hole, his other hand on my chest; and dear God the look on his face as he entered inside me…

He grunted, “Mmm,” with just the tip popping inside, breaking open my walls as my face contorted in pain and pleasure. “Loosen up for me baby.” He spoke through his teeth, pushing and pushing until my senses gave in.

His cock slammed balls deep into me, “Ahh!” I moaned at the sudden burst of pain, the insatiable feeling of him tearing me wide open. His hand moved to my throat, squeezing at the sides.

He slid out with a wicked smile, tightened his grip on my throat and rammed inside me; “Feel that?” He moaned loud, another trust; then another. “Hm?” He squeezed tighter.

My face was bright red, my body still trying to comprehend the force behind him; “Yes, sir.” I croaked, but couldn’t think of any other words; not with him on top of me– not with him inside me.

Both of his hands now took to my neck, clasped around the back with his thumbs pressing the sides. I could barely breathe, just enough for him– that’s what he wanted.

He thrusted again, another moan.

He knew what he was doing, that much was certain. He had a spell over me– a magic that I turned into putty for.

Another trust, another moan.

The pain was subsiding, the pleasure was climbing; my dick raged in the air between our bodies.

He didn’t lie, not once tonight. He didn’t stop, he wouldn’t let up; his force only grew stronger and stronger.

I was running out of air. My face beet red and gasping, hands clenched in my sheets; toes curling in ecstasy.

He finally let go and I took a much needed gulp of air as he leaned his head forward, biting at my nipples; railing my hole.

But he pulled out, smacked my ass and grunted; “All fours.”

My body was tired, I was tired– but I obeyed. I turned around with the guidance of his hands that now arched my back, another hand around my neck; the other planted firmly on my spine.

He slammed into me, “Fuck!” I yelped. He smacked me for it, furiously sliding his cock in and out. The sound of his balls slapping my ass was loud, louder than his grunts– louder than our breathing.

“Mmmm, fuck.” He moaned into a heavy thrust, twitching his cock inside me and leaving his balls against my skin. “Take. That. Shit.” He thrusted harder and harder with each word.

My body was caving, my cock was spazzing.

“You love this shit, don’t you?” Another thrust.

“Yes, sir.” I whispered into my sheets.

“You love my cock, don’t you?” Again.

“Yes, sir.” I said it louder.

He moaned again, a primal-like noise that sent me over the edge; “You want this cum inside you, don’t you?”

I moaned along with him, “Yes, sir!” I was close– so close.

And with a final thrust, I felt the shake of his body; the shudder in his breath– and his seed filled inside me.

“Fuuuuck!” He moaned out. And with the warm liquid spurting inside, it was enough to send me over the edge– and I too came, all over my sheets.

We were both out of breath, both slick with sweat– his cock still inside me.

It took us a minute to steady our breathing, a minute for him to pull out of me and flip me over. He admired the pool of cum next to us– my cum. And he leaned real close, lips just inches away from mine; “And I didn’t even have to touch it.”

I smiled and he closed the gap, kissing me intensely.

I ended up running to the bathroom to empty myself of him, returning to my sheets bundled on the floor and him naked across my empty bed.

“You didn’t have to do that for me.” I walked to the edge of the bed.

He smirked up at me, pulling my hand so that I joined him; “Oh, but I did.”

We both chuckled, now laying together with nothing on. “I–” I paused, but decided to say it anyway, “I didn’t think you were gay?”

He let out a laugh, a hearty laugh; “Who says I’m gay?”

I shook my head and let the thought brush past, truthfully I didn’t care what he was; what he said he was. All I know is that he fucked me exactly how he said he would– senseless.

He squeezed an arm around my waist, “Your bed is comfy.” I laughed at his ode to earlier, “But mine is better.”

“Oh yeah?” I questioned, staring up at the ceiling fan; warm in his arms.

He kissed my head tenderly, “Oh yeah, much better.”

And we laid in silence for some time, passing it with small talk and random conversation; going over the past thirty minutes. I was comfortable, truly comfortable in his presence. His voice was soothing at times like these, but demanding and sexy when needed. I’m sure you saw.

“Did you wanna spend the night maybe?” I asked, hoping he’d oblige.

He squeezed me again, “Sadly, I don’t want to tip anyone off.” He leaned up and sat at the edge, “Truthfully I should get going.”

I don’t know if it read across my face, or he read my mind again; “No one knows about this side of me.” He stated, looking back at me with unnerving eyes. “Not that I didn’t enjoy every second of this,” he nudged my leg playfully, “because that would be a lie.”

But a part of me thought about what that meant, what this meant.

“Can you keep a secret for me?” He whispered, back to that seductive voice of before.

I nodded, “I can.”

“Good.” He stood up and walked around the bed, gesturing to me to follow him in the hall. “I’d hate to have to punish you.”

I chuckled into the hall after him, following him around my apartment as he picked his clothes to put back on. “And what kind of punishment would that be?” I teased back, knowing his empty threat was just that– empty.

He smirked back at me, “Wait and find out.”

“Okay, then.” I folded my arms as he put on his clothes.

He walked up to me when he was done, snaking those hands around my waist again and pulling me close. “But seriously,” he looked me up and down; “no one can know.”

“Got it.” I answered him.

He leaned down and kissed me, squeezing my bare ass again in the process. “Give me your phone.” And I did, finding it on the counter and handing it over, “There’s my number...” He stated and handed my phone back to me, “I’m hoping we can do this again Max.”

“Me too.” I escorted him to the door.

He opened it and leaned in again, placing a soft kiss on my cheek; “Goodnight.”

And he was gone, leaving me naked in my apartment with my phone in my hand. When I looked down at it, another blush ran to my cheeks.

Yes Sir, is how he saved his number in my phone. And I had no plan on changing it.

Until next time.

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A/N - Appreciate the read!