Page 3 of The Neighbor

“You… You went and opened the door like that…” He was gesturing at me, and I remembered I was still naked from the waist down, Porky Piggin’ it, cock all shiny from his spittle. So that’s why the pizza guy was smirking. The funniest thing was, Danny looked at me with open admiration in his eyes. He was in awe.

“Okay, look…” I said. Then I opened the pizza box and pushed it toward him, the aroma of melted cheese and tomato sauce making my stomach growl. “Have a slice, and we’ll talk things through.” He sat down and I brought two plates from the kitchen, then went to the fridge, picking a Bud Light for me and a Coke for him.

“I’m twenty-three, you know,” he said as I placed the can on the living room table next to his plate. “I could drink beer too.” But he took the soda and gulped it down.

I sat in an armchair opposite him, and for a time we simply ate in silence. Whenever I looked at him, he was staring at my crotch. When he noticed I was watching him, he lowered his gaze, embarrassed that I had caught him. But after a few moments, he started staring again, like he was unable to help himself. And it didn’t escape me that my horny little neighbor was sporting a visible tent in his shorts, which were already wet in the middle. Oh boy. I thought I should go and put some shorts on, but I guessed it was kind of late for that, anyway.

“What you did was wrong,” I finally said to him, sternly but in a calm voice. “I didn’t give you permission, and you used me.” As he started to apologize again, I put my hand up, cutting him off. “However—I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.”

His face lit up like a Christmas tree. “You did?”

“Well… yes. But that doesn’t mean it will happen again.”

“Oh.” He was crestfallen once more.

I mean, could it happen again? I thought about it. He clearly wanted it. I clearly enjoyed it. So, what was stopping us? Yeah, I wasn’t attracted to guys and didn’t have any desire to reciprocate, but if he just wanted to suck me off from time to time… I wasn’t bothered by the fact that he was a guy as much as the fact that he was the neighbor’s kid, who used to play with my sons growing up. But he was all grown up now, and…

“What would you want, Daniel?”

“To suck your cock,” he replied at once. “Whenever you want.”

“Just that?”

He blushed. “Well… I’d like you to fuck me too, if you want…”

“Son, I’m not gay. I don’t fuck men.”

“But a hole is a hole—”

“Daniel.”

“All right, then. Just blowjobs.”

My traitorous cock twitched. I took a long sip of my beer, leaning back in my chair. “Come here.”

Danny swiftly sank to his knees and crawled across the carpet, settling between my spread thighs. He looked at my cock with adoration, then into my eyes, expecting my next order. So he liked to be told what to do, eh?

“Lick my balls,” I said, and he went straight to it before I even finished the sentence. He lapped at my nuts like they were the most delicious dessert, while I finished the last slice of pizza. My cock began to grow. Danny certainly knew what he was doing, sucking and swallowing my balls one by one, rolling them with his tongue inside his hot wet mouth as my cock started leaking. “I was asleep the first time, thinking it was all a dream. Now, I want to experience everything while I’m fully aware. You’re going to suck my cock, and then I’m going to fuck your mouth until I shoot my load down your throat again. Nod if that sounds good. Yeah, that’s a good boy. Now take this big dick into your mouth and work on it.”

4. Danny

I was in heaven.

I literally thought I had died and went to paradise—or some horny, pervy, lustful version of it. That’s how wonderful my life was at the moment.

Jeff and I were lovers. Well, ‘lovers’ in the sense that I had been sucking him off every day (sometimes multiple times) for almost a month and he never even kissed me, but still. It was all good. It was worth it.

I sucked his cock as he reclined on the couch in his living room, watching TV; in the kitchen, under the table, while he was eating or working; in his marital bed, where he straddled my chest and thrust into my mouth with abandon; in the shower, after I washed him head to toe, exploring his beefy body with my hands and my lips. At first, he wanted my mouth only on his cock or his balls. But lately, he’d given me more freedom. I started sucking on his nipples, licking his hairy armpits, nibbling his firm, round butt cheeks—even sneaking a few licks at his asscrack.

He didn’t want to admit it, but I knew he liked it when I did all those things, those small signs of adoration that felt amazing as much as they boosted his ego. His nipples were especially sensitive, so hard and protruding from his hairy chest, and he started pushing my head toward them on his own accord. Soon, everything below the neck was open for my oral examination, and I used it to the full extent, never even expecting him to return the favor.

The farthest he’d go during our naked romps was grabbing my head to better fuck my mouth. Sometimes, though, after he would come, he’d go sweet and mellow on me, and start to rub my shoulders or stroke my hair like a lover would. Of course, he would stop the second he would realize what he was doing. But I still cherished those moments of rare affection and intimacy.

Then again, he was getting kind of handsy with my ass lately—squeezing it, slapping it as I slurped his cock, even rubbing my hole once. I figured it was only a matter of time before he actually fingered me, and I did all I could to encourage him: wiggle my ass at his face while I sucked him, position myself so that he had access to it at all times, or even taking his hand and placing it down there when he was too far gone to fight me.

It all paid off one day when, as I bent over his lying body, blowing him in his bed, I felt his finger probing my hole. I moaned around the hard organ in my mouth and swallowed it all the way in, showing my appreciation. But after a few tentative strokes, the finger disappeared. My disappointment lasted only for a moment, because the next thing I knew, the finger returned, this time lubed with his spit, pushing into me.

It drove me abso-fucking-lutely wild. My whole body shivered as his finger worked its way inside me, and I went to town on his cock like I never did before. It pleased him, because I heard him hiss above me and his dick throbbed in my mouth like a goddamn vibrator.

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