The Straight Neighbor Bred Me All Night
Brody’s chest was still rising and falling heavily when I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock again. It twitched instantly in my palm, already thickening back to full hardness from the simple touch. He let out a low groan, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at me.
“Fuck… you are going to drain me tonight,” he murmured, but there was no complaint in his voice, only raw hunger.
I smiled and stroked him slowly, feeling him swell and harden completely in my grip. “Good. Because I am nowhere near done milking you.”
Brody moved fast. He pushed me onto my back and climbed between my spread legs, his thick body hovering over mine. I lifted my legs and rested them over his broad shoulders, opening myself up completely for him. The new angle made everything feel deeper, more intimate. Our eyes locked as he lined up the fat head of his cock against my hole, still wet and warm from his first load.
He pushed in slowly this time, savoring every inch. A deep, satisfied groan escaped his throat as he bottomed out, his heavy balls pressed against my ass.
“Goddamn, dude” he breathed, voice thick. “Your hole feels even better the second time. So warm… so fucking tight around me.”
He started fucking me with long, deep strokes, eyes never leaving mine. Each thrust was powerful but controlled, the head of his cock dragging over that sensitive spot inside me with every pass. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out mixed with our heavy breathing.
“I cannot believe I waited this long for sex that actually feels this good,” he growled, hips snapping forward harder. “Someone who wants it. Someone who moans for it. Your hole is gripping my cock so tight… like it’s milking me already.”
I moaned loudly, hands gripping his thick arms. “That’s because it does. Keep going… give me every inch of your fat cock.”
Brody’s pace picked up, his muscular body working over me. Sweat started to bead on his chest again, dripping down onto my skin. His heavy balls slapped rhythmically against me with every deep thrust. He leaned down closer, our faces inches apart, eyes still locked.
“I love breeding you, Finn” he whispered roughly. “Love knowing I am filling you up with my cum. Love how you take it all without complaining.”
His words sent heat rushing through me. I clenched around him on purpose, making him groan loudly.
After several long minutes of deep, eye-contact fucking, Brody slowed and pulled out with a wet sound. He rolled onto his back beside me, chest heaving, his thick cock standing straight up, shiny and pulsing.
“Come here,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Ride me.”
I straddled him eagerly, knees on either side of his hips. I reached down and guided his cock back to my hole, then slowly sank down onto him. The stretch was delicious in this position. I could feel every thick inch as I took him all the way inside until my ass rested against his pelvis.
Brody’s hands immediately gripped my hips, fingers digging in. “Fuck… look at you,” he murmured, eyes roaming over my body. “Taking all of me so easily now.”
I started moving, rolling my hips in slow, sensual circles at first. The angle let me feel him so deep. I watched his muscular body underneath me — the way his broad chest rose and fell, the way his abs flexed every time I sank down, the way his thick arms tensed as he held my hips. His eyes were dark with lust, locked on the place where we were joined.
Gradually I picked up speed, bouncing harder on his cock. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. Brody’s moans became deeper, less controlled.
“Shit… you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, hips starting to thrust up to meet me. “Ride that cock… just like that. You are going to make me cum again.”
I grinned down at him, hands braced on his sweaty chest. “Then cum. Fill me up again. I want every drop.”
Brody’s grip on my hips tightened. His breathing turned ragged. He started losing control, thrusting up harder from below, driving his thick cock deep into me with every upward snap of his hips. His moans grew louder, raw and desperate.
“Fuck… I am close again,” he groaned, voice strained and broken.
His hips stuttered, then slammed up hard one final time. He buried himself to the hilt and held me down on his cock as he started to cum. A deep, guttural groan tore from his chest as the first thick rope of cum pulsed deep inside me. I could feel every powerful spurt, warm and heavy, flooding my hole. His cock throbbed rhythmically, pumping load after load into me while his whole body shook beneath me.
“Yeah… take it all,” he gasped, still grinding up into me as he emptied himself. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave marks, holding me in place while he filled me completely.
When the last pulse finally faded, I slowly lifted myself off his cock. A thick trail of his cum leaked from my hole and dripped down onto his shaft as I moved. I collapsed beside him on the bed, both of us breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.
Brody turned onto his side to face me. His hand slid down between my legs without hesitation. Two thick fingers gently pushed back into my cum-filled hole, stirring the warm load inside me. He watched my face as he slowly fingered me, pushing his cum deeper.
“Fuck… you are addictive,” he gasped, voice breaking with raw honesty. “This hole… I can’t get enough of it.”
His fingers were still buried inside me, slowly stirring the warm load he had just pumped deep. I turned my head on the pillow and looked at him, chest still heaving.
“What if you stay the night?” I asked softly.
Brody slowly pulled his fingers free from my hole. A thick trickle of his cum followed. He stared at me for a long moment, eyes dark and searching.
“Yeah?” he asked, voice low.
I rolled closer and pressed my lips to his sweaty pecs, kissing the firm muscle. I looked up at him as I moved lower, trailing soft kisses down the ridges of his abs. “You can fuck me all night,” I murmured against his skin. “Cum in me until you physically cannot anymore.”
Brody let out a deep, breathless laugh. I moved further down and licked a slow stripe along the underside of his softening cock, tasting his cum. He hissed sharply when my tongue reached the sensitive head.
“Wait… it’s still sensitive,” he groaned, one hand cupping my face gently.
I gave the tip one soft, gentle suck, then pulled off, giving him a moment to breathe. His cock twitched against my lips.
“Fuck… okay,” he said, voice rough. “I don’t know how much I have left in me though.”
I cupped his heavy balls in my hand, feeling their weight. “Your balls look like they have got at least a couple more loads.”
Brody laughed again, the sound warm and tired. Then his hand slid into my hair and gently pulled my mouth back onto his cock. “You are so fucking slutty,” he murmured, voice thick with affection. “I love it.”
I started sucking him again, slow and careful at first, letting him harden in my mouth while he caught his breath. The night blurred into a long, sweaty montage of bodies moving together.
We fucked in spooning position next, his chest pressed tight to my back, one thick arm wrapped around me as he drove into me with deep, lazy strokes. The wet sound of his cock sliding through his previous loads filled the quiet room. His grunting turned into broken moans against my neck every time he bottomed out.
Later I rode him again, slower this time, grinding down in circles while his hands roamed my chest and thighs. Sweat poured down both our bodies, making our skin slide together. His abs flexed hard beneath me with every upward thrust. He kept whispering filthy praise, telling me how good I felt, how perfect my hole was for him.
We took short breaks in between, lying tangled and breathing hard, his fingers lazily playing with the cum leaking from me. Then the hunger would rise again and we would start over. Prone bone became my favorite of the night. Brody’s full weight pressed me into the mattress, his thick cock driving straight down into me while his hips slapped loudly against my ass. The wet, squelching sounds grew filthier with every round as more of his cum mixed inside me.
By the fourth load his thrusts had turned slower but deeper, almost desperate. He buried his face in my neck and groaned loudly as he came again, hips stuttering as he emptied what little he had left.
When it was finally over we lay tangled together, bodies wet with sweat and cum. Brody’s heavy arm draped across my chest, his leg thrown over mine.
He was quiet for a long time, just breathing against my shoulder. Then he spoke, voice soft and tired.
“I should not like fucking a dude this much… but it is fucking addictive.”
I turned my head to look at him. “What have you thought about the next item on your list?”
Brody blinked, caught off guard. He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then gave a tired, almost shy smile.
“I don’t know, man,” he murmured. “Let’s see in the morning.”
He pulled me closer, his big body curling around mine protectively. His breathing slowly evened out as sleep started to take him.
I lay there in the dark, feeling the warmth of his cum still inside me and the solid weight of his arm across my chest. The straight neighbor who had knocked on my door with a secret list was now sleeping naked in my bed, exhausted from breeding me multiple times in one night.
And I already knew he was going to say yes for the next item off his bucket list in the morning.
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