Benjy had invited us over for dinner one night, but I had hoped it would never happen. I was sure he was flirting with Will, and I wanted to avoid him rather than become friends. I also wanted Will to avoid him, too.
I trusted Will, so I was sure he wouldn’t do anything. But I still didn’t want Benjy around him or around us. Luckily, Will hasn’t mentioned it again, and we haven’t seen Benjy since the plumbing issue.
I have heard him, though. Benjy was definitely enjoying being single. I started noticing various guys arriving at Benjy’s place at all hours. We had a doorbell camera installed, so it kept going off whenever they arrived. A few times, when I was coming home, I heard very clear moans and the sound of a bed thumping against the wall. Benjy was not quiet during sex.
One day, I came home from work and heard moaning from his flat. Unable to resist my curiosity, I crept over to his door and listened closely.
“Fuck me! Yes! Urgh, fuck my ass!” Benjy screamed.
I could hear low grunts, which must be the guy fucking him, I guess.
I figured Benjy was a bottom, but this confirmed it. He was a loud one, too.
Then, a few days later, I was coming home from work when his door opened, and he came out, excited.
“Hey, you!” he said.
“Hey,” I replied, much less excitedly.
He grabbed me in a big hug; he was such a tactile person and clearly didn’t worry about boundaries. I could handle a hug; I was just worried he wouldn't have any boundaries when it came to my man. I awkwardly hugged him back.
“Been hoping to see you. We have to sort dinner! I owe you for letting me have your man,” he said, then winked. “I mean, borrow him for his plumbing skills, of course.”
I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes. This guy pisses me off so much; he just gets under my skin. And after seeing the text he sent, I know he wants him; it is not happening. But I am not going to be rude; I am going to be the bigger guy here and keep being a good neighbour. I don’t need to worry; I know I can fully trust Will.
“Yeah, well, we are very happy to be able to help. It must be hard being on your own sometimes, though you seem to keep busy.” I said.
“Oh, I always find ways to keep busy,” he replied, then winked again. “So, what are you boys doing tonight? Come to mine for dinner! The place is finally sorted, and I would love to have you both over.”
I don't know what to say. I didn't want to do that, but we had no plans for tonight, and I couldn’t think of a lie quickly enough.
“Um, look, we don’t want to impose…” I began to say.
“Nonsense! Okay, that’s settled. Come over at seven. See you then!” he said, hugging me again before heading back into his apartment before I could protest.
Fuck, this sucks. I don’t want to spend the evening with this guy, but it’s happening now, I guess. I headed into my apartment.
Not long after Will arrived home, I was in the bathroom, about to have a shower, when I heard him come in through the front door. A second later, he came into the bathroom and smiled when he saw me standing by the shower in my underwear.
“Well, hello. This is nice to come home to,” he said, smiling broadly. He leaned against the doorframe and looked me up and down.
“We have to go to dinner at Benjy’s tonight,” I blurted.
“Oh, ok.” He said, seemingly unfazed.
I felt a bit annoyed. I wanted Will to dislike Benjy as much as I did. But he just didn’t care, which I guess was a good thing; it meant he wasn’t bothered by Benjy at all, and that was good… But I also want him to hate him, too.
“I didn't really wanna go, but I think we should be good neighbours,” I said, probably sounding a bit sulky.
Will came up to me and took my hands.
“Baby, it’ll be fine. He’s a bit intense, but he seems like a nice guy who just wants to make friends and be nice. Let’s try to give him a chance, huh?” he said.
He was right. I was being so stupid. Benjy is being friendly, and it is nice of him to invite us over. I gotta stop being such a jealous person.
“I know, sorry. It is nice he invited us over,” I said, trying to sound positive.
“What time do we have to be there?” Will asked.
“He said come for seven,” I replied.
Will leaned in. “Well, we don’t have long, but we have long enough.”
He kissed me softly; it sent shivers down my spine. Even after a few years together, I still got butterflies around Will, and his kiss still made me weak. He grabbed me, and we kissed harder, passionately. I moaned into him.
I felt his hands on my ass, and he then pulled my underwear down. I bent over while still kissing Will to help pull them off. I was standing naked in the bathroom as we kissed; Will was still fully dressed. I felt for his cock in his trousers, and it was hard. I stroked it slowly, and he moaned.
I took hold of his zip and pulled it down, then I reached in and felt his hard cock through his underwear. I loved feeling his hard cock, so thick and meaty. It made me so fucking horny. I undid the button on his trousers and then lowered his underwear, letting his hard cock spring out. I gripped it in my hands and stroked it, feeling the precum leaking from it. Will was horny too.
I went to kneel down so I could suck him, but he stopped me.
“No,” he said, then I felt his hands turning me around and pushing me forward. “I want that hole.”
Dan, I loved it when he took control, and I was happy to skip straight to fucking. I want his cock in me badly.
I heard him spit into his hand, and then he wiped it on his dick, and then his fingers were at my hole. I felt the slick wetness of his spit, lubricating me up and sliding his fingers into me.
“Urghh fuck”, I moaned.
But they were quickly removed, and I felt his fat cock head at my hole, pushing against it…as he slid inside me.
“Ohhh fuck yes”, Will moaned as his dick slid deep into me.
“Fuck, baby,” I moaned back.
He pulled hard, and I felt him bottom out inside me, my ass stretched open for him.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard till I shoot, baby,” he said as I felt him grip my hips tighter.
“Yes, please,” I moaned, arching my back further.
He started fucking me, his hips slapping against me as his cock pounded into me hard. I was bent over the sink, just getting fucked, I looked into the mirror in front of us and could see Will’s face as he fucked me. He looked so turned on; he was loving my hole. He kept pounding me, both of us moaning and grunting. I loved how his cock felt in me.
After a short time, I heard his moaning grow louder.
“I’m gonna cum”, he grunted.
I felt him fuck harder, and then he yelled out and held his cock in me. I could feel his load being buried inside me, and it made me tip over the edge. I shot all over the floor in front of me.
Will kept cumming, until finally I felt him collapse onto me. He kissed my back. Then he got up and pulled his cock out of me. He put his cock back in his trousers and zipped up. It was kind of hot that he was still fully clothed; I felt used in a hot way.
“That was hot. I’m gonna go get ready,” he said, then left the bathroom.
I turned the shower on and stepped in, lathering my body as the hot water ran over me. I felt so happy and relaxed. All the worry and jealousy about Benjy had gone; Will and I were perfect for each other, and he loved me. And we had a great sex life. I had absolutely nothing to worry about or be jealous of, no matter how hot Benjy was.
I finished showering and stepped out to dry myself. Then I left the bathroom and, on my way to the bedroom, saw Will’s phone by his things on the sofa. It was lighting up as if he’d received a message. I couldn't stop myself, so I went over and picked it up. On the screen, it said:
MESSAGE: BENJY
Why was Benjy messaging him, and did this mean they’d been texting each other? Just then, Will called out to me, so I quickly put the phone down and headed to the bedroom.
My worries were back. Why was Benjy still texting Will?
Nothing was going on; I didn't need to worry.
Right?
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