Neighbor Frank

I was home alone for the first time in a while. My parents left to go to a wedding and I was left all alone for the whole night.

I was wearing my tight blue jeans and black shiny leather boots. When I was alone, I could let out my inner animal.

I was browsing Grindr. I liked chatting with older  men on there. They loved eighteen-year-olds just like me, so I was getting quite a few messages daily.

That night, I was sitting on a chair in my backyard, it was almost completely dark, but thanks to the full moon, it was not scary. It was quite enjoyable. I had a cigarette in my mouth, the bulge in my pants was big, asking to be jerked.

I got tired of browsing Grindr, since all the men were far away, so I couldn’t invite anyone over.

I was about to go to my room and jerk off to some porn, but then I heard a knock at the front door.

I couldn’t figure out who would come around in the middle of the night, but I was very curious. I quickly slipped my white tank top and approached the door. I opened it to see my neighbor Frank, a forty-year-old man. He was a known biker in our neighborhood. He was wearing his black leather jeans and his black leather biker jacket. He also had black leather gloves on. His leathers were shiny in the moonlight. His dark hair was short, his beard was faint too.

“Hey,” he said, grinning. “I heard you were left all alone, so I came over to check up on you.”

I could smell alcohol coming from him. He was drunk.

I knew he was straight, so I didn’t expect anything sexual between us. I fantasized about him fucking me in his leathers, but, unfortunately, that fantasy had to stay in my head.

“Hi. I’m doing okay,” I replied to Frank.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said and let him inside.

When he walked past me, the smell of leather and alcohol was so fucking hot.

“So,” he said. “What are you doing all alone tonight?”

“Nothing much, just watching TV,” I replied.

“Can I be honest with you?” he asked, getting closer to me. He was taller than me, so he was looking down at me with his intimidating brown eyes.

“Uh, yeah,” I said, getting nervous.

Nervous in my pants.

“I came over here to see if we could have a bit of… fun,” he said, leaning in. “Like real men.”

He started kissing my lips and, in a matter of seconds, our tongues were tangled.

I quickly pulled back, since I was surprised with what he was doing.

“What’s wrong, sugar? I see the bulge in your pants,” he said, grabbing my cock through my jeans with his gloved hand.

He was slowly rubbing my bulge and then leaned in again. We started making out again and I didn’t hesitate anymore.

My fantasy was becoming a reality.

“I love your Grindr profile,” he said, after pulling back from me.

Shivers went down my spine.

“What’s the matter? You seemed horny in your messages,” he said, now rubbing his bulge.

“I was messaging you?” I asked.

“You probably don’t remember, since you talk to so much other older gay men. I know quite a few other men who were talking to you. We all want a taste of you.”

And I wanted a taste of them.

“Get on your knees,” Frank commanded, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

He pulled out his long hard cock and started running it across my lips.

“You like that, faggot? Suck it,” he said.

He slid his cock into my mouth and I started sucking it. Frank was moaning from pleasure, his gloved hands on my head.

I never expected to be sucking his cock one day, but there I was. On my knees, in front of the neighbor I always wanted to fuck.

He pulled his cock out my mouth.

“Open your mouth, stick out your tongue,” he commanded.

I did as he said and let him let his load on my tongue. It was covered in Frank’s sperm and I wasted none of it, making sure I swallow every drop.

“Good boy,” Frank sat, petting my head with his gloved hand.

He put his cock back in his pants. I stood up from the ground.

“Did you like that?” he asked me, putting his hand over my shoulder.

“Yeah,” I replied.

We went outside, I walked him to his motorcycle.

“I’ll be back again some time,” he said, sitting on his  bike.

“I’ll be waiting,” I replied.

Frank looked at me, giving me his drunk smile.

“What about I don’t leave tonight?” he asked.

And he didn’t. He grabbed my hand and dragged me to my parent’s bedroom where he undressed me and himself. He still had his leather gloves on, which I was thrilled about.

That night, he fucked me like a whore. He slapped me, punched me, fucked my ass so rough that I was crying and screaming out of pain.

My screams were unheard, since his leather-gloved hand was clasped around my mouth.

“Good boy,” he said, before we heard a knock at the front door. “I called some company.”

That night was the most painful and enjoyable of my life.