Welcum to the Neighborhood

Inspired by actual events

A few days passed with no message from SunnyBeachBod. He had told me that he would message me when he was ready to use me again. I inferred from that instruction that he did not want me to message him. I finished my course of post-exposure prophylaxis. I still felt anxiety about being bred twice by this guy I didn’t know, but I knew that it was done. I couldn’t change the past, and I also knew that when he decided to breed me again, I would not be able to stop him. Hell, I had dreamed of him every night. I dreamed of our first encounter when he bred me on webcam for his buddy to watch. I dreamed of our second when he woke me in the middle of the night to breed me in my own bed. I dreamed of other scenarios too, but they hadn’t happened—at least, not yet. Still, I didn’t hear from him. 

I threw myself into my new job. My boss asked for a volunteers to help with an upcoming community resource fair. We could help set up or clean up. I volunteered for set-up. When I arrived at the volunteer tent that Wednesday morning, I was assigned to help representatives of local agencies and businesses get stuff from their vehicles to their assigned booths. About halfway through my shift, the coordinator pointed me toward an Acura that had just arrived. As I approached the vehicle, my heart skipped a beat. Emerging from driver’s seat was SunnyBeachBod. His hair was picture perfect. The sunglasses were the same I had seen in the picture he sent me in the middle of the night. His jawline was rapturous. He wore a form-fitting polo with a company logo embossed proudly over his left pec. The arms gripped his biceps and triceps firmly but without straining. The shift draped perfectly over his flat stomach. The event was outdoors, so the attire had to be suited to a hot, humid southeastern US day. He chose shorts instead of linen pants. Most of the representatives had chosen shorts too, but no one looked as good in theirs as he did in his. His package was bulging in front. He turned toward the trunk of his vehicle, and I saw that his shorts fit tightly over his buttocks. He had not spotted me yet. I was just another volunteer in a sea of people wearing fluorescent yellow t-shirts and coordinated baseball caps and sunglasses. I approached the rear of his vehicle where he waited for assistance. 

“Hello, Sir. I’ll be helping you unload…” I said before I thought about the double meaning. 

“Cool, thanks buddy, I appreciate…” he trailed off as he looked more directly at me. He didn’t recognize me at first in this day-glow ensemble, but just then, he realized who I was. “…that very much.” He smiled a little wryly. “And after we get this stuff out of my car, are you the one who will carry my load for me…while I go park?” 

“Yes, Sir. Those are my instructions.” I quipped. He smiled. 

I helped him unload, and while he was moving his car, I moved his stuff to his company’s booth. I waited with his things until he made it to the booth to set up. 

“And are you helping me set up too, boi?” He asked when he saw me waiting there. 

“No, Sir. Volunteers remain with the booth and your supplies just until the representative gets there. If you need help with setup, though, I can let the coordinator know, so she can send someone to assist you.” 

He appeared to think about it for a minute and then shook his head. “That won’t be necessary, but thanks.” He grinned slightly. “We both have work to do, but I might call for you later.” 

I bowed my head slightly, “Very good, Sir.” As I walked away, I wondered why I had bowed my head and suddenly spoke like an English butler. 

When my shift ended, I headed home to shower and change clothes. Then, I went to my office for the rest of the day. I thought that I might have a text from SunnyBeachBod that night, but I did not. 

On the following Saturday, one of the gay organizations in town hosted a picnic at a local park. I learned about it from the LGBTQ employee network, so I decided to go in hopes of meeting more people in my new hometown. The park was a good size. It included a couple of baseball fields, four tennis courts, and four basketball courts. It also included a covered pavilion that was easily as large as two of the tennis courts. The rest of the park was green space that doubled or even tripled the area covered by baseball, tennis, basketball, and the pavilion. The park was full of people. Food trucks, bar trucks, and ice cream trucks lined the perimeter. From one of the bar trucks, I ordered a pint of a locally brewed IPA. It was citrusy, hoppy, and refreshing. I decided to wander while I sipped it. 

Everyone seemed to know one another, and no one seemed interested in the new guy. I noticed an empty concrete picnic table near the edge of the crowd, so I made my way toward it. I thought I would sit there for a while and people watch. Just as I reached the table, though, so did someone else. He was a little shorter than me, maybe 5’10. He wore a light blue basketball-style tank top and dark gray basketball shorts. His muscles were well defined and well proportioned. I would guess he weighed around 180. His head was bald, and his skin was pale white. His back was to me, so I did not see his face at first. He was putting a plate of food onto the table. He turned toward the crowd to look for someone. His profile was striking. High cheekbones, cleft chin, deep-set pale blue eyes, blond eyebrows and lashes. He did not see the person he was looking for. He turned, and now I was face to face with him. His eyes were a stunning pale blue. His lips were full, and his smile was wide. His face was familiar, so I know my facial expression shifted to show that I was trying to place him. 

He suddenly tilted his head back and raised his arm above his head to wave someone behind me toward him, “Here, Honey!” 

I started to walk away when he abruptly noticed me. “Oh sorry! Were you sitting here?” 

“No, I saw the empty table, but you got here before I did.” 

“You can join us…” he noticed that I was holding a beer and nothing else. “Aren’t you eating?” 

I laughed. “I will, but the lines are a little long for me right now.” 

“Yeah, we were in line forever.” He said. “Where are my manners? I’m Will.” 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Mason…” 

“Oh and this is my husband…” he interrupted and gestured toward a guy who had walked up behind me and was putting his plate on the table. I turned to say hello.

It was SunnyBeachBod. I had to think fast. “Oh, hey! Weren’t you at the community resource fair a couple of days ago?” 

He looked confused. 

“I was a volunteer. I think I helped you unload your supplies.” 

He caught on. “Oh! Yeah. Thanks for helping.”

Will jumped in, “Wait. Y’all have met? How weird! Mason and I got to this table at the same time. I just told him he should sit with us.”

I shook my head, “No, Will, you got here first. Y’all enjoy your lunch without some stranger imposing on you.” 

SunnyBeachBod smiled and shook his head, “No, you should join us… Mason, right? It’s Mason.” 

I nodded, “That’s right.” He appeared to relax, so I relaxed too. 

“You should definitely sit with us.” So I did. 

We chatted for a while. I mentioned that I had recently moved to the area. I talked about where I worked and that I mentioned the name of the neighborhood where I bought a house. 

Will chimed in, “No way! We live near there. We’re in Morning Glory Place.” 

“What? You’re kidding? I go through there when I run.”

SunnyBeachBod added, “Really? What time do you run? I could join you sometime.” 

We chatted a little more, and finally, I said I needed to leave for a prior commitment. SunnyBeachBod quickly interjected, “What’s your number? I’ll call you sometime about running together.” He had his phone ready so he could pretend to enter it as I said it. Then, he sent me a text. “There, now you have my number too.” 

I said my goodbyes and walked back to my car. After I buckled my seatbelt, I looked at the message SunnyBeachBod sent me, “Good boi. He has no idea that you’re already my cumdump.” 

“Following your orders, Sir, that I may tell no one.” 

“I’ll have to reward you next time, boi.” 

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A week or more passed before I heard from him again. I was making my way through his neighborhood at the end of a five mile run. As I ran past his house, I heard his voice, “Hey Mason!” 

I waved and kept running. 

“Stop. Come back.” 

I turned and jogged back to his gate. “What’s up, Sir?” 

“Looks like you had a good run today.”

“Yes Sir.”

“You should come inside for some adult refreshment.” 

“Oh, I’m sweaty and smelly. Can I run home, clean up, and come right back, Sir?” 

“Don’t worry about that. You’re good.” He said and reached for the hem of his shirt. I thought he was going to lift it, showing me the Celtic knot tattoo. I didn’t want to fall that far into submission right here on the street, so I acquiesced. 

“If you’re sure, Sir.”

“Definitely.” He grinned, let go of his shirt, and motioned for me to follow him inside. 

The coolness of the air conditioning quickly chilled my sweat soaked clothes. He offered me a bottled water, and I eagerly accepted it. He leaned back against his kitchen counter while I thirstily chugged the water. He asked if I wanted another, but I declined. 

“Thanks for inviting me, Sir.”

“Of course, boi. I appreciated how you handled yourself when we ran into each other in public. I need a regular cumdump who understands how to be discrete, and you showed me that you are that.” 

“Thank you, Sir. About that. Bareback makes me very anxious. I hit up the free clinic after You bred me. If you want to keep fucking me, I…” my voice trailed off. He was playing with the front of his shirt, lifting it just enough to show a little skin, to give me glimpses of the Celtic knot tattoo. 

“Um,” I said. “If you want to keep fucking me, Sir, I need….” I glimpsed a corner of the knot. 

“What, boi? What do you need?” He slowly slid one hand down to his crotch and squeezed. 

“Condoms, Sir. I….” My voice stopped in my throat as I saw a little more of the tattoo. 

“Do you, boi?”

“Um… uh…”

He stood away from the counter where he had been leaning. He peeled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. The top half of the tattoo was clearly in sight. I blinked and swallowed. I needed to keep my head clear. 

“I do, Sir. What we’ve done is very hot, but it’s very risky. I need for us to use condoms from now on.”

“Thank you, boi, for telling me. I’m on PreP. I don’t have any STIs. You don’t either, do you?”

“No Sir. I don’t.” 

“Good. What does my cock need, boi?” 

“Sir?”

“I’ll rephrase. Does my cock need a condom, boi?” He pressed his thumb into the waistband of his shorts, revealing a little more of the Celtic knot tattoo. 

“Oh fuck… um…”

“What’s that, boi? Should this cock wear a condom to breed its cumdump?” He had pushed the waistband down far enough that the full tattoo was in view. My heart raced. My brain flooded with lust. My mouth watered, and my ass ached. Submission overwhelmed me.

“No Sir. Never. Your cock should fuck its cumdump bareback so you can breed it deep, Sir.” 

“Good boi!” He cheered. “Now, follow me.”

He led me out of the kitchen through the living room toward the back of the house. He led me into a master bedroom and then gestures toward the en suite bath. “Take a quick shower, boi, to freshen up.” 

Still in the fog of lust and submission, I nodded blankly and entered the bathroom. I dropped my sweaty running clothes to the floor, opened the shower, turned on the water, and stepped inside. I turned to close the glass panel and saw SunnyBeachBod picking up my clothes and leaving the room. 

The water caressed every inch of my skin. Quickly, I lathered everywhere from hair to toes and rinsed off. SunnyBeachBod returned naked and holding a towel for me. I turned off the water and opened the glass to take the towel. He shook his head, and indicated that he wanted me to step out. He wrapped me in the towel and proceeded to dry me. As he dried me, he kissed that newly dry part of me. The experience was erotic, seductive, and intimate. 

When I was dry, he handed me the towel and pointed to a hook on the wall where I should hang it. As I turned back toward him, he grabbed my balls and cock. “Smaller than mine, boi…. Know what that means?” 

“No Sir”

“A cumdump serves any man whose cock and balls are bigger than his, boi. You were meant to be my cumdump.” 

“I must serve any man whose cock and balls are bigger than mine, Sir”

“Good boi. Now get in my bed.” 

Entranced still, I walked into his bedroom and laid down on his unmade bed. I slipped my feet under the covers as he stepped to the bed and stood beside me. 

“Suck my cock, boi. Eyes open. This is your reward: We’re about to take you deeper and erase all this resistance. You’ll never want a condom again.”