Bred By The Straight Neighbor
“You sure you okay with this?”
Brody’s voice was low and rough as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slowly pushed them down his thick thighs. His heavy eight-inch cock sprang free, already thick and half-hard, hanging heavy between his legs. The big flushed head glistened slightly at the tip.
I watched him from the bed, my pulse kicking up. “Mhmm, let me see…” I said with a playful grin, stripping off my own shirt and shorts until I was completely naked. “Multiple loads from my hunk of a neighbor… I wonder why I would have a problem with that.”
I laughed softly as I climbed onto the bed on all fours, arching my back and pushing my ass back toward him. The position left me open and exposed. My cock hung hard beneath me, already leaking from the anticipation.
Brody stepped closer, his eyes dark as they moved over my body. “I couldn’t stop thinking about last night… about how good your throat felt.”
He climbed onto the bed behind me, the mattress dipping under his weight. His big hands settled on my hips, thumbs stroking the curve of my ass. “And I can’t wait to fuck you, man.”
I reached for the bottle of lube and tossed it back to him over my shoulder. “All yours, boss. All yours.”
Brody caught it easily. I heard the soft click of the cap opening, then the wet sound of him coating his thick cock. The cool, slippery liquid made a quiet, slick noise as he stroked himself a few times, spreading it evenly over every veined inch. A moment later I felt the same cool wetness press against my hole as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my hole, spreading the lube all around.
The sensation made me shiver. Cold at first, then warming quickly against my skin as he teased me open with slow, deliberate circles.
Brody’s voice came again, quieter this time, almost hesitant beneath the hunger. “First time fucking a dude… tell me if I do okay.”
I pushed my ass back against him a little more, arching deeper into the pillow. “You are already doing better than okay. Just take your time and give it to me.”
He let out a low breath. His thick cockhead pressed firmer against my hole, the pressure steady and insistent. I could feel the heavy weight of him, the heat radiating off his body as he hovered behind me, one hand still gripping my hip while the other guided his cock.
Brody was breathing harder now, clearly nervous but unable to hide how much he wanted this.
He pressed forward. The thick head of his cock nudged against my hole, spreading the cool lube around the tight ring. He moved slowly, almost carefully, letting the wide head stretch me open. The pressure built gradually, a deep, heavy fullness that made my breath catch. His cock was so thick that even with the lube it took time for my body to yield. I felt every ridge, every vein as he sank deeper, the stretch burning sweetly until the head finally popped past the tightest point.
Brody let out a low grunt, his hands tightening on my hips. He stayed still for a moment, buried only halfway, letting me adjust to his size. Then he began to move, gentle and slow. Long, careful strokes that dragged his thick cock almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each thrust was measured, deliberate. The wet sound of lube and skin filled the room with every slow push.
“Fuck…” he groaned softly behind me, voice thick with pleasure.
I could feel the weight of his body leaning over mine, the heat radiating from his body. His heavy balls brushed against me with every gentle rock of his hips. He was being so careful, almost tender, as if he was still afraid of hurting me.
“Brody…” I murmured, voice breathy.
He stopped mid-thrust, his cock buried deep inside me, pulsing warmly. “Yeah?”
“Don’t worry, you are not going to break me,” I said, pushing my ass back against him. “Give it to me harder.”
I heard Brody chuckle behind me, low and rough. Both of his big hands gripped my hips tighter, fingers digging into the flesh.
Then he gave me what I asked for.
His hips snapped forward hard. The thrust was deep and powerful, his thick cock slamming all the way inside me until his hips met my ass with a loud slap. The sudden force knocked the breath out of me. He started pounding harder, more aggressive now, each stroke long and heavy. The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder, wet and rhythmic. His heavy balls slapped against me with every powerful drive.
“Yeah… fuck yeah…” I moaned, gripping the sheets. “Shit…”
Brody spanked my ass hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room. “Yeah, you filthy boy,” he growled, voice deeper than I had ever heard it. “You like taking daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
“Mhmm… yes… I do…” I gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck yes I do…”
The stretch was intense now. His thick cock bottomed out with every thrust, the head pressing hard against that sensitive spot deep inside me. The weight of his muscular body pressed down on me, his sweaty chest brushing my back everytime he leaned. Every slap of his hips sent waves of pleasure through me. The wet, squelching sound of his cock driving into my lubed hole filled the room, filthy and addictive.
He fucked me harder, hips snapping with more force. His grunting grew louder, deeper, matching the rhythm of his pounding. Sweat dripped from his body onto my back.
“Fuck… I am already close,” he groaned, voice strained.
I looked back over my shoulder at him. Brody’s face was flushed, sweat running down his face. His broad, sweaty pecs flexed with every powerful thrust. His eyes were half-lidded, completely lost in the moment. When our eyes met, a small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips.
Then his hips jerked forward hard. He buried himself to the hilt and grunted loudly as he started to cum. His thick cock pulsed deep inside me, flooding me with the first heavy rope of cum. He kept thrusting through it, short, deep strokes as he emptied himself, grunting with every spurt. “Jesus… fucking Christ…”
The warmth of his load filled me completely. I could feel every pulse, every thick jet as he bred me. His body shook against mine, muscles tight, hips pressed flush against my ass until the last drop was spent.
Finally he slowed, breathing hard. His cock slipped out of me with a wet sound, still half-hard and shiny with his cum.
I turned onto my back, looking up at him with a satisfied grin. “Hottest breeding ever.”
Brody gave a tired, breathless laugh. He got up from the bed and walked over to the chair where he had tossed his clothes. He grabbed some tissues and wiped his cock clean, then dabbed at the sweat glistening on his chest, face, and thick arms. His muscular body still looked powerful even in the afterglow, chest rising and falling heavily.
Brody’s chest rose and fell heavily as he stood there, still catching his breath. He tossed the used tissue onto the desk. “Man… I have never ejaculated that quickly,” he said, voice still rough. “Something about your hole…”
I smiled, lying naked on the bed, legs still slightly spread. “Yeah, I’ve been told my hole loves milking cocks.”
Brody let out a deep, genuine laugh. He leaned one hand on the desk, his tricep flexing hard under the warm light from the ceiling. The glow highlighted every ridge of muscle across his broad chest and shoulders. He looked godly standing there like that — tall, thick, sweat still glistening on his skin, cock hanging heavy between his powerful thighs.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes moving over my naked body. “You wanna go again?”
I sat up on the bed, resting on my elbows, and glanced down at his softening cock. “You sure? Your dick is not exhausted yet?”
Brody walked slowly toward the bed, his heavy steps making the floor creak softly. He climbed onto the mattress, the frame dipping under his weight, and crawled toward me on all fours. His muscular body moved with quiet confidence, shoulders rolling, thick arms flexing as he approached.
“Not tonight,” he murmured, voice low and hungry. “I want to breed you multiple times tonight.”
I smiled up at him, heat flooding my body at his words. My hand reached out and wrapped around his softening cock, stroking it slowly from base to head. The thick shaft felt warm and heavy in my palm. I gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling it twitch and start to thicken again under my touch.
“Lemme get you hard then,” I said softly, my thumb brushing over the sensitive head.
Brody let out a low groan, his eyes half-lidded as he looked down at me. His hips moved slightly, pushing his cock into my hand. The muscle in his jaw tightened as blood rushed back into his shaft, making it swell and harden again in my grip. I stroked him with slow, deliberate movements, feeling every vein pulse under my fingers.
His breathing grew deeper. One of his big hands came down to rest on my thigh, thumb stroking the skin there. “Fuck… you really do know how to please a man.”
I kept stroking, twisting my wrist gently at the head, watching his cock grow fully hard again. It stood thick and proud, the head flushed dark and already leaking a fresh bead of precum. Brody’s chest rose and fell faster now, his broad pecs flexing with each breath.
I leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of his shaft, then looked up at him with a teasing smile. “Ready to fill me again?”
Brody’s eyes darkened with fresh hunger. He crawled closer, his muscular body hovering over mine, the heat of him surrounding me. His thick cock brushed against my stomach, leaving a wet trail of precum on my skin.
“Yeah,” he breathed, voice rough and low. “I am going to breed you until you are dripping with me.”
The promise in his words sent a shiver through me. I could already feel my body responding, aching for him again. Brody was no longer the hesitant straight guy from yesterday. He was hungry now, determined, and clearly planning to take his time with me tonight.
And I was more than ready to let him.
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