Page 2 of The Neighbor

Of course I had to jerk off now, after seeing him like that.

But one nut wasn’t enough, and I kept thinking about him throughout the day, getting hard and touching myself, wondering what he was up to. I wanted to see him again, talk to him again, and I desperately searched for an excuse to visit him. Then it hit me: I still had a book I’d borrowed from his son Matt months ago—I could go over and return it! Yeah, it was kind of obvious, but I couldn’t care less. I just wanted to be alone with him.

So I dug out the borrowed book and hopped over to his house. As I climbed the steps to his porch, the scene from this morning flashed before my eyes, and my cock twitched inside my shorts. Dear God, I was getting hard again from simply thinking about it. Taking a deep breath, I paused for a few seconds to get myself under control. When I felt I was ready to face him again, I finally knocked on the door.

No one answered. I knew he had to be inside, because his car was still in the driveway, and I was watching his house all day like a hawk, so I would’ve noticed him leaving. I knocked again, then again. Still nothing.

Having finally gathered my courage to confront him, I wasn’t giving up that easily. After contemplating my next move for a few moments, I went around to his backyard, intending to call him and try my luck there. A bit invasive, I admit, but I was getting desperate. When I approached the back door of his house, I saw them being wide open, only the screen door keeping the bugs from flying inside.

And then I saw the scene in his living room.

My heart almost stopped beating right there. Because there he was, asleep, sprawled over the sofa with nothing on but a black tank top and a pair of black low-cut socks, his lower body naked and exposed. Legs spread wide, hands behind his head, his fat cock resting on his thigh, his massive ballsack on full display—he was a sexual fantasy made flesh.

Should I go away now? But… But I had already seen him naked and he wasn’t bothered. So I guess he wouldn’t mind me coming inside, would he?

“Um, Mr. Davidson?” I mumbled. “J-Jeff?”

He must have been very tired, or a super sound sleeper, because he didn’t even stir. So I opened the screen door and let myself in, stepping into the large living room. I tiptoed to the couch he was sleeping on, soaking in the view. God, he was perfect, so muscular and thick. I didn’t know where to look first, at his hairy armpits, his spread legs, or the main prize at their center. I didn’t think I’d ever seen balls that full and huge in my entire life—and I’d been with plenty of hung guys before. And his cock, fatter and longer soft than most men’s when erect.

I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself—I had to touch him. I reached out and fondled his smooth nutsack, obviously freshly shaved, rolling those gigantic nuts in my hand. They were so warm and heavy that my mouth watered. Then I touched his cock, stroking it slowly, and it started to grow under my ministrations, reaching its full size in a matter of seconds. Jesus, what a monster it was! A solid nine inches in length and at least eight in circumference—I couldn’t even close my fist around it; how could anyone fit that into their mouth?

“Mmmmph,” he groaned in his sleep and his cock twitched in my hand.

Before I knew it, I was sucking him. I licked the tip at first, my tongue collecting a pearly drop that oozed from the slit. Then I started to suck on the engorged head like it was a lollipop. I heard him moan somewhere above me and wondered how I would explain this when he woke up. But whatever may come next, I knew I had to use this chance. So I opened my mouth as wide as I could and swallowed as much of his cock as I could.

I felt it hit the back of my throat, and it was only halfway inside my mouth. I relaxed my jaw and pressed on. Inch by inch, it slid past my uvula and down into the depths of my upper esophagus. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care; I had him, all of him, in my mouth!

All of a sudden, I felt his hand on my head, holding me in place, as his hips began to move and he started to fuck my face. With every thrust, it seemed his cock pushed deeper, choking me, and my gag reflex almost made me throw up. He used my mouth like a fucktoy, without mercy or regard for anything but his own pleasure. The spit was drooling down my chin, the tears were flowing, and my throat was burning, but I never wanted it to stop.

As I wondered how much of this sweet torture I could endure before I actually suffocate, I felt the familiar spasms and pulsating of his cock. Hot cum erupted from it and into my gullet. I couldn’t taste it because he was buried so deep inside my throat that it went straight to my stomach. But knowing that he’d come in my mouth made me come too, leaving a mess inside my shorts.

I pulled back enough so I could breathe again, but I didn’t let his cock slip out of my mouth yet. I continued to lick and suck on it as it softened. Still reluctant to relinquish my prize, I looked up at him just as he opened his eyes. As the realization of what had happened hit him, shock spread across his face.

“What the fuck—?”

3. Jeff

The blissful warmth unfurled over my body as I felt those familiar feelings of getting a truly great blowjob. In my dream, some busty blonde was giving me head as I lounged in my bed. In reality, I was never much impressed with oral sex, because none of my girlfriends could take my cock all the way in. But the blonde vixen deepthroated me like a pro, finally fulfilling a lifelong fantasy. Soon, I came down her throat so strong I shuddered like I was being electrocuted.

Wow, that was some blowjob!

But something felt off. It was too real to be a dream. And it should have been over now that I’d come, but I could still feel soft lips wrapped around my meat, licking it clean. So I brushed off the lusty visions and opened my eyes. And I saw the neighbor’s kid, Danny, crouching between my legs and sucking my cock.

“What the fuck—?” I yelled. I almost fell off the couch as I jumped, pushing him away.

“Mr. Dav—Jeff,” he said, red in the face. “I am so sorry! I came to… to return the book Matt lent me, and I… I saw you sleeping, and… and…” He buried his face in his hands, still on his knees. “Oh my God, I am going to die.”

“Daniel,” I said, standing over him, hands on my hips, struggling to find the right words. My semi-hard cock was still wet and dripping from his saliva, kind of ruining the serious mood I was going for. “That was not okay. I was asleep and not aware of what was going on… I didn’t realize it was you! I would’ve never allowed that to happen otherwise!”

“Please don’t tell my parents,” the kid pleaded, rising up.

Well, that would be an awkward conversation to have. How would I even explain it? “I won’t tell anyone,” I said, and he relaxed a little. “But you should go home now. And don’t ever think to do that again.”

But as I said it, some depraved part of my brain rebelled, thinking: Are you sure about that? The kid just gave you the best blowjob of your life. The first and only time someone has managed to take your entire cock in and deepthroat you. And you want to throw it away, just like that?

I’m not gay! My conscience shouted, but that wicked part didn’t want to give up: A mouth is a mouth. What’s the big deal?

I looked at him; the kid was on the verge of tears. I couldn’t send him home like that. “Look—” I began, but then the bell rang. So I stomped across the room and jerked the door open. A delivery guy stood on my porch, holding out my pizza. I paid him, said thanks, and shut the door behind him, bringing the pizza box to the living room, where Danny stood looking at me wide-eyed like I was some sort of alien. “What?” I said, placing the box on the table, still a little annoyed.

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