My "Straight" Neighbor

His hands, his body; his eyes. I was lost in them– engulfed by them. Is it true, that truth sets you free? Was I free? Were we?

It flew out the window the moment those words left his lips, the moment I stopped believing that he didn’t care. And maybe he didn’t. Maybe it was a front, a lie. But here, right now– it didn’t matter.

My chin in his hand, “Do I get to kiss you now?” In that moment I melted, the sincerity in his voice; the smirk on his lips.

It wasn’t more than thirty seconds before our routine had resumed, those hands around my waist; inching over my backside. My hands played through his hair, elbows sat softly atop his shoulders. Our lips did the talking– the work for both of us.

He picked up my thighs, driving his hardening length into mine; pulsing and twitching and yearning to be let free. Free like us. We pivoted and he sat me on the kitchen island, not caring about the bar stools he kicked from our way. His hands traveled around my waist, up the opened zipper of my jacket and ripped my arms free of it.

I heard clattering on the floor from my discarded jacket– we didn’t care. My hands went back to his face, holding him; squeezing him– emptying my soul into his.

His hands tugged at the hem of my shirt, dragging it up; breaking our kiss to pull it over my head. Our eyes met, lips parted– breathing rugged.

He smirked at me with those hefty, calloused hands sliding down my sides. “I want you.” He whispered, inhaling through his nose as he leaned into my ear; “I need you.” He flicked a tongue at my lobe, kisses down my neck– “Right now.”

I smiled through closed eyes and a shaky breath, my neck craned as his tongue swirled; “Yes, sir.” I gave him what he wanted, what he said he needed.

His hands fumbled at my jean button as I followed to do the same, but he stopped me; looked at me. “Tonight’s about you, understood?” I nodded and repeated my phrase. Another smirk, a lick to his lips as he undid my pants; slid them down and off my legs– pressed those hands firmly into my…

But I was pushed, my bare back to the cold island counter, my head just barely hanging off. He ripped off my boxers, held my legs in the air… and planted kisses down my bare thighs.

His tongue met my inner thigh, I shivered under his touch. He licked up my shaft; my whole body arching– I couldn’t breathe. And he wrapped his mouth around my tip, sucked until I was trembling underneath him. I gripped for something, anything to keep me steady.

He worked his way down, bobbing his mouth; squeezing my thighs. It was bliss– pure bliss.

And he wouldn’t stop until I was moaning, begging; breathing out his name. He lifted his head, our eyes meeting once again; “You want me?” He kissed my throbbing dick, “You need me?” He licked to my balls, half of his face disappearing under me; “I need an answer Max.” His tongue swirled at my hole.

My head craned back, “Fuck, yes. Please.” I whimpered through labored breath.

I could feel the smirk on his lips before he dove his tongue in, his face in. I moaned out, relishing in the warmth– as he feasted on me.

In between his tongue flicks, he spoke. “I’m gonna take you right on this counter.”

“Yes, sir.” my voice was small, inaudible.

He squeezed at my thighs, thumbs digging in my flesh; “I’m gonna make you cum.”

“Yes, sir.” I already felt close, just his voice was taking me there.

He growled, moaning into his feast; “I’m gonna make you mine.”

I bit on my lip, words unable to form anymore; thoughts unable to process right now. He chuckled deeply, a sinister but royally sexy laugh as he stood upright and looked down to me. My chest was tight, breathing uncontrollable as I watched him suck on his finger and place it at my entrance.

It slid in with ease, pumped with ease– he added a second. “Fuck!” I moaned. Another finger, three in total as he smirked over me.

I could tell he was dropping his pants, freeing the monster that I’d grown to love. Those fingers kept going, kept moving and stretching and twisting inside me. I heard his spit, heard him smear it all over his raging length.

His fingers left me, clasped at my calves; dug into my bones. “Who’s my good boy?” His voice sent shockwaves throughout me, ripples down my spine.

“Me..” I moaned, opening my eyes to meet his; “Me, I’m your good boy.” I breathed heavily.

That fucking smirk again, his signature– my kryptonite.

“Damn fucking right you are.” He seethed through his teeth, full of desire and passion as he broke through my entrance.

I groaned, my head thrown back; my eyes rolled back– his whole length inside me. He cursed, moaned in his own right; pulled my body to the edge and slammed his hips into me.

I tried focusing on breathing, focusing on staying on the island with each thrust that inched me backwards. The pleasure, it was undeniable– excruciatingly memorable. I took it, all of it– all of him.

His own breathing went ragged, panting with each stroke of his cock. “Look at me.” He demanded through breaths. And I tried, keeping my eyes open as he fucked me senseless. “Keep those pretty eyes open.” He ordered, moving a hand to my reddened dick; gripping it with a smirk on his lips.

Fuck, I was about to cum, one more move– one more motion. He didn’t stop thrusting, didn’t stop panting; becoming louder and louder as his speed only quickened.

His thumb rubbed over my tip, I squirmed– twitched. “Now be a good boy and cum for me.” He pulsed his hand, squeezed my length.

“Ahh.” I couldn’t contain the pleasure, couldn’t contain the ecstasy that washed over me as it surged– exploded. And I came right then and there, ropes of white cum flying in the air; landing on my chest, my face.

He smiled as my body convulsed, still sputtering in my orgasm as he went harder– faster.

His hand gripped my throat, he pulled me upright; those wet, sweaty lips kissed mine. The trusts became heavy, shaking with my own breath.

His tongue slid across my cheek, licking at my cum that landed there; traveling to my jaw as he bit down with a heavy– loud growl. “Fuckkk!” He exploded inside me, his head resting in the crook of my neck as he ran out of breath.

I felt every rope, every drop fill me completely.

His thrusts slowed, his breathing regulated until he at last slipped out; standing back and looking at me.

A smile took to both of our flushed red faces, “God damn, you’re a champ.” He breathed, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me off the island to stand.

My own arms wrapped around his, our now drained cocks stuck together; “Shower?”

- - -

And we did take a shower that night together, laid in my bed together. And I was awfully surprised to walk up the following morning in his arms.

He stayed. He spent the night, wrapped his arms around me and fell asleep.

Despite the raging headache that sprung to my temples as I twisted my head to look at him, I couldn’t help the smile that jumped to my lips. But what a headache it was, forcing a groan out of me just from moving my eyes.

His eyes cracked too, “Stop moving.” He muttered half asleep, strengthening the grip around my body.

Now that made me smile, really smile– with red cheeks and all. “I gotta pee.” I chuckled, trying to remove his arm from around me. But he stiffened again, groaning into a pillow.

“Five more minutes.” His voice was barely audible, but I obliged; holding it while he held me.

After a few I was able to fight his grip and slip out of bed, admiring his muscled back laying naked in the bed; my sheets half off. I walked to the bathroom and pissed, brushed my teeth and popped three advils I had in the medicine cupboard.

When I returned, he was awake; laying on his back with a hand behind his head and staring at his phone. He looked up to me, a menacing smile upon his lips.

My eyes traveled his body, landing on his crotch where a massive morning wood stood under the sheet. “Put that away.” I laughed, teasing him and sitting on the edge of the bed in criss-cross.

He laughed too, “You know that’s not how that works.” His eyes went back to his phone, studying whatever was on it intently. “And good morning to you too.”

My cheeks burned at his comment, I suppose he was right. But as I looked again, the memories of last night flooded back; our crazy moment on my kitchen island. I smiled to myself, not thinking twice before crawling over to him– to it. And ripping off the sheets.

“Oh?” He cracked an eyebrow at me, a smirk already there.

See, he slept naked; apparently a normal thing to him. I was never the type, I at least needed boxers to fall asleep– my boys in their place. But as his length was revealed, semi-hard and growing under my gaze; I smirked and knelt to it.

I ran my tongue up his shaft, smirking as it twitched; as it grew. And I swirled my tongue at his tip, popping it in my mouth; earning a shudder from his body– a hitch in his breath.

I descended on it, staring him in the eyes as I swallowed half of him down; feeling him grow inside my throat. He licked his lips, his eyes averted to his phone and before I knew it he rolled his eyes.

“Okay, listen.” His voice wasn’t sexy, but stern as I furrowed my brows and slipped his cock out of my mouth. “I’m not one to turn down morning head…” he took a deep breath, “but you should probably read this.” He held his phone out to me.

And all the drive to suck him dry, all the thrill of us together– vanished.

On his phone was a group chat for the four of them, littered with message after message from last night and this morning.

“Oh my God.” I sat back, running a hand through my hair as my face paled. “Oh my God.” I repeated as I continued reading, sifting through what they’d said. I looked up to meet his eyes, concern already drawn in them. “I did that?”

He nodded and my body shrunk, my heart beat faster.

Emily 12.23 am. And he literally told me “to stop touching him” like wtf??

Roman 12.23 am. I don’t think he meant it that way, he was fucking plastered.

Leah 12.23 am. Yeah he was rude. I didn’t take him for a mean drunk.

Emily 12.24 am. Well… clearly he is.

Emily 12.27 am. And gay… so a liar too.

Leah 12.29 am. That part ^^ but I don’t blame him for that, everyone comes out when they’re ready.

Emily 1.41 am. Denver you handled him right? You better tell him he owes us apologies.

I looked from the screen, my voice caught in my throat as I met his eyes again. “They’re fucking pissed.” He nodded and I scrolled down to the morning.

Emily 9.12 am. Denver??

Roman 9.33 am. Denver bro.. You’re hella late to work, wya?

Emily 9.35 am. He wasn’t home?

Roman 9.37 am. Nah.

I instantly felt bad, he was late to work. I was technically late to work but luckily, I worked from home and could really create my own hours.

Roman 9.45 am. D Ima cover for you, be here by 12 please.

Denver 10.19 am. Shit. Thank you, I can be there by 1130. I had to sleep on bros couch, he was wasted.

Emily 10.22 am. Tell him he owes us apologies.

Denver 10.23 am. I’ll tell him, but I’m not dealing with the drama.

Leah 10.23 am. Thank God he’s okay. I’ll catch up after my shift.

Emily 10.24 am. Denver you’re the most dramatic person I know smh.

Roman 10.24 am. Cool bro, see you soon.

And I looked at the time, 10.26 am. Holy shit, “They hate me.” I groaned with my head in my hands, dropping his phone.

“They do not hate you, Max.” He put a comforting hand on my shoulder, “I’ve pissed them off multiple times over, you’ll be fine.” And I felt him sit up in the bed. “And here I could've gotten morning head.” He shook his head, standing up completely naked.

“What do I do?” I asked him, my stomach feeling queasy. Was I that drunk last night? Come to think of it, I barely remember last night.

He grabbed his pants that I suppose he brought in here last night, not worried about putting on boxers beforehand. “Just apologize.” He threw on his shirt, “They’re easy, trust me.”

And with that he patted me on the head and kissed my cheek, something I would typically swoon over; but not right now. He said he needed to run home then run to work and next thing I knew– he was gone.

I buried my face in my hands, groaning for being so stupid– so obnoxious.

But as I got ready, logged into my computer and started my work day late; I started to remember bits and pieces of last night. I remembered Corey, coming out to Leah, fighting with Denver– fucking Denver.

And even if I wanted to relish in that moment, I couldn’t– it was tainted by my own stupidity.

I found my phone eventually and checked it, not a single message from the four. Not a single message from Emily, the one who actually seemed the most mad at me. But I knew from reading their group chat that Leah was at work and Emily wasn’t.

I had to think long and hard, basically not work to come up with an explanation for my actions. But as I racked my brain, pulled at my hair; I realized there wasn’t an explanation– no excuses for how I acted. And if I wanted to make things right, I just needed to be honest.

But being honest came with its complications– especially when referring to Denver.

He was honest with me, I felt it; believed it. And I wasn’t going to spill his secret. I couldn’t do that to him, to us. So I had to tread carefully around the actual truth while still telling most of it. Complicated right?

But when two thirty came around and I knew Emily would have to be back home getting ready for her shift at four. I decided to get it over with, have a moment between just the two of us.

I knocked on her door and she opened. “Yes?” She looked me up and down, not impressed at all with my sudden presence at her doorstep.

“Can we talk?” I asked, not quite meeting her gaze, fiddling with my fingers in nervousness.

She cleared her throat, “Sure.” And let me inside. Her apartment felt colder than normal, or maybe that was me. But I shivered as I walked, shaking my hands out while taking a seat on a single chair. She sat across from me.

I finally looked at her, my stomach lurched but I really looked; accepted my fate. “I need to apologize.” I started tapping my foot in anxiety. “And not just for last night.”

“Go on.” She crossed her legs, leaning her chin on a fist as she stared into my soul.

I took a deep breath, “I…” I sighed, not looking; “I’m sure you know now, that I’m not straight.” I swallowed thickly, “It wasn’t something I planned on keeping to myself. I actually was proud about it just a few weeks ago.” I shook my head as I met her stare. “But something about this group, I don’t know what it was, and I’m not blaming you. I just felt trapped again.” Her brows knit together, “Maybe it's being back here, in Maryland– the place I’d always felt closeted. But I put myself back there” I nodded to myself, “I did that. I pushed myself back in, and I let myself lie to all of you about it.”

“I’m not mad at you for being ga–”

But I cut her off, “And I know that I lied, okay. I know that you have been flirting with me and sometimes I flirted back.” Her eyes widened, not in shock– but something else. “I was afraid and I didn’t come clean. And I got way too drunk at a bar, and released my frustrations, my anger out on you and Leah.” Her lips painted a thin line, her jaw tensed. “And that was wrong, and I’m sorry.”

We were both silent for a moment before she spoke softly, “Why?” I shook my head, “Why were you scared? Angry?” She asked.

And there it was, the truth I had to tiptoe around.

I opened my mouth but closed it, thinking. “I think…” I shook my head again, embarrassed with myself; “I think that in my head, I felt more accepted by you four as a straight guy. I didn’t want to change the dynamic, change how you all felt about me.” My breath was falling shaky, “That’s not to say that I thought you guys weren’t accepting, I never thought that. I just felt comfortable being Max, not Max the gay guy.”

Her lips drew a frown as she shook her head, “Max, we all liked you because you were you. You being gay doesn’t change that.” I nodded, “And, I accept your apology. I shouldn’t have been so upset to begin with.” She smiled.

My eyes lit up, my heart felt warm– safe. “Thank you.” She held out a hand to which I put mine in, she squeezed; shaking it lightly.

“Thank you for coming over here and clearing the air. Some guys wouldn’t even do that.” She grinned from ear to ear, “Plus, Roman had an inkling you were gay. I just didn’t believe it.”

I shook my head confused, “He did?” And she nodded her head, chuckling under her breath. “Wow, his gaydar is really good.” But silently I wondered what else he had an inkling of, what else he could see that no else did.

She actually laughed at that, uncrossing her legs and standing up– arms open. I stood too and embraced her, squeezed her and thanked her again for forgiving me.

When we broke apart, “I didn’t even remember last night at all, had no clue I did all of that until Denver showed me your group chat an–”

“He what?” Her face fell, a hand on her hip. And I froze, but she just rolled her eyes; “He really can’t keep a damn thing to himself.” She shook her head and I allowed myself to breathe again. “I guess I should apologize for what I said in there, I was mad.”

“No need.” I patted her shoulder, “Seriously, water under the bridge.”

And I decided to stay away from work for the day, hang out with Emily as she got ready; tell her the stories of my past that I hadn’t shared until now.

“You what?” She laughed, uncontrollably.

I too, laughed; shook my head in a fit of embarrassment. “I didn’t know it would taste like that!”

“So you spit it in his face?” She was red, rolling in hysterics.

My hand was on my chest, clutching myself as my abs began to hurt, “It was nasty! It just sort of came out!” I was rolling on her bed after sharing some embarrassing college story. The one where, after my first time giving a blow job; I spit the guy's cum right in his face because it tasted so bad.

“Well you two seemed to have made up.” Leah’s voice rang from the doorway, leaned in the threshold and smiling.

I calmed down, my laughter dwindling after I remembered I owed her an apology too.

Emily looked at her, “Who am I closing with?”

“Jackie.” Leah’s lips drew thin, her eyes wide and annoyed.

Emily rolled her eyes, looked between Leah and I then down at her watch; “I suppose I should get there early. Lord knows Jackie can’t handle happy hour alone.” And she rolled off the floor and to her feet. “See ya later!” And she disappeared.

I swallowed at Leah in the door frame, her eyes intently on mine. “Hi.” I mustered. She smiled knowingly, waiting for me to really speak. “I’m sorry about last night, I–”

And she cut me off, running into my body and hugging me. “Don’t be sorry. I’m not mad.” She pulled away and looked at my confused features, “I had time to think at work and honestly, we all over reacted about everything. I’m just glad you told us the truth, I’m happy for you.”

I smiled– again my heart felt warm. Again, Leah and I got pretty close over the past week; and I wasn’t too surprised by her revelation.

“Thank you for getting Roman to get me outta there. I’m glad I didn’t wake up in a stranger's bed.” She chuckled, shaking her head.

And with a smile and head tilt, she said; “That’s what friends are for.”

- - -

I did go home after some time of catching Leah up to speed, running her through everything I told Emily; even if she didn’t care.

And by the time I got home, there was a text from my guy– from Denver.

You owe me 19.32 for the uber last night. It read.

But I didn’t care, I smiled all the same and replied. Meet me at the pool, there’s a twenty in my shorts for you.

I was joking of course, but we did agree to go there. He and Roman just got off work, were headed home and would meet me there. Everything felt solid again, my friends– me.

Even though there was the secrecy of us, the inability to be us– unless we were alone. I was happy, I was free. A smile didn’t leave my face for the rest of the day.

And soon we all met at the pool, everyone except Emily who was stuck at the bar.

I admit, it was hard to act the same after everything that’s happened. Being with everyone again, in Denver’s presence– being out and gay. A small part of me feared things between us would crumble, that maybe he wouldn’t stay true to his word. But only time will tell.

Leah and I were talking about work, complaining about clients in my case and bar patrons in hers. The boys… who knows what they were talking about. But eventually I decided to get in the pool, for one; I craved a swim. For two– I wanted to see Denver strip off his clothes.

So I splashed into the pool, letting the water engulf me; hydrate me. And when I resurfaced to wipe my eyes, Leah and Roman were already splashing me as they jumped too. Denver was debating, for someone who comes to the pool quite often– he really feared getting wet.

I teased him, “Hey Denver!” He gleamed at me, “I hear there’s hot babes at the bottom of the pool.” I titled my head with a wicked smirk as both Leah and Roman laughed.

“I see ‘em bro!” Roman joined in, earning a slap on the chest from his girlfriend.

Denver rolled his eyes, clearly huffing his breath before standing up; and maybe it’s just me who could notice… only me who could see it. But there was definitely something happening in those trunks of his, and maybe that’s why he didn’t want to join.

He pulled off his socks, then his shirt– revealing all those tattoos. “You two are worse than chicks.” He teased as he stalked to the ledge, taking his time as he stared down on me– and jumped.

He sprang to the surface, shaking his head about. “Happy?” He said that a lot, but I was– very very happy. Water trickled down his features, bobbed at his pecs.

And we all enjoyed the water for a while, still talking and joking and just being us. It felt so normal for a minute there, no secrets in sight; no lies to walk around. Until my eyes drifted to Denver who was lifting himself out of the pool, sitting on the ledge and leaning back on his palms.

Heat rose to my cheeks at just the sight of his body, the abs and body hair, his soaked swimming trunks that clung to his bulge. I had to look away.

“Wait, what time is it?” Leah piped, looking deranged as she looked between us. “Is it past eight?”

I shrugged, Denver didn’t care to answer and Roman jumped out of the pool; being the good boyfriend he was to check the time for her. “Seven fifty one.”

“Fuck!” She screamed and scrambled from the water, running to her things as Denver and I stared in confusion. “We’re gonna miss the finale of Survivor babe! This will not be a rerun of last year.” I started laughing, watching her gather her belongings and race out of the gate screaming “I’ll see you guys later!”

And then our eyes drifted to Roman, still packing up everything else in no hurry. “Your girl is manic again.” Denver teased him but Roman only chuckled.

“She has a thing for Jeff Probst, he’s her hall pass.” He said as he was walking towards the gate.

Denver added, “And what’s yours again? Mia Malkova?”

Roman flicked him off, “Fuck you!” As he laughed his way out of the gate, leaving just Denver and I.

“Who’s Mia Malkova?” I asked innocently. He blushed, smirking and looking down at himself.

He chuckled through a breath, “Some porn star we were obsessed with back in the day.”

And so I tilted my head, teasing him; “And I’m assuming she’s yours too?” He looked me in the eyes, sliding back into the water after checking the coast.

He rushed at me, a hand grabbing my wrist underneath the water; the other grabbing my package that made me squeal. “You’d assume wrong.” He breathed, whispered; “I’ve always had a thing for Brandon Cody.”

My eyes widened, “Nuh uh.” Mouth open, in awe and surprise at such a statement.

He scoffed, “Don’t tell me you don’t?” He smirked at me, his eyes drawn to my lips. I smacked his hand away from my junk and adjusted my growing size underneath the water.

“I didn’t take you for a gay porn connoisseur.” I still teased him as he checked the coast again.

He turned back to me, wilderness in those eyes; “I needed something to jerk off to.” His tongue licked at his lips, stared me down. “And he would take it like a pro.”

“He was a pro.” I retorted, a teasing smirk still at my lips.

He breathed a chuckle, grabbed my waist and pulled me into him. I could already feel his length on mine, could feel the twitch in the water. “Well who’s yours then? Mr. Know it all.”

I pretended to think, letting him explore my body under the water; letting his hands roam where they wanted. “Hm,” I started, those hands slipping under my waistband; “I used to love me some Sebastian Kross.” I admitted.

“Mmm.” I don’t think he was listening, I don’t think he cared as he slipped my trunks under my ass. “What did you say?” He whispered in my ear, sending goosebumps down my body as I kept a lookout for us; “Denver Benedetti?”

A blush ran to my cheeks, a smile to my lips at his full name; “Sure. Whatever you say.” I let my hands start to explore, run down his abs and into his trunks– squeezing right where he wanted.

He breathed tightly, his cock tensing; “Ever had sex in a pool?”

I hadn’t, but that night– I did.