“Julie making you smoke outside now?” I asked my hot neighbor Buzz upon finding him smoking a cigar on his front porch. Jesus, he looked hot. The muscles. The scruffy beard. The aviator shades. The shirt unbuttoned to show off his hairy chest. I wanted his cock in the worst way.
“Yeah,” he exhaled in a puff of smoke. “She makes me take it outside now that we have the baby.”
“Babies change things,” I sympathized.
“You’re telling me,” he agreed, adjusting his package.
“Julie not putting out for you?” I asked, glancing down at his bulge.
“Fuck no,” he spat, taking a drag on his cigar. “She hasn’t spread her legs for me since well before the baby was born.”
“You jacking—emptying the pipes?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he nodded in a puff of smoke. “But I’m wearing out my right hand, if you get me.”
“I get you,” I laughed. “I’ve gotta a Fleshlight—one of those pussy pocket things—if you wanna borrow it.”
“Damn. That’d be great,” he perked up. “But—shit. I couldn’t let Julie find it. She’d have a fit.”
“You can use it at my place,” I offered. “I can put on some porn for you.”
“Yeah? That’d be great,” he beamed. “Is now good? My balls feel like they’re gonna pop.”
“Sure, come on over,” I motioned across the way to my place.
“Should I put out my cigar?” he inquired.
“Nah, it’s cool if you wanna smoke it at my place,” I assured him. “I like the aroma.”
Buzz followed me to my house, where I put on some pussy porn and told him to make himself comfortable on the couch while I fetched the Fleshlight from my bedroom.
“I—uh—sort of used it last night,” I admitted while handing the Fleshlight to him. “You want me to clean it out for you first?”
“Nah,” he refused. “We used to pass one of these things around my fraternity house. We never cleaned it out. All that spooge makes for great lube.”
“Well—I’ll let you get to it then,” I started to back away, trying to hide the raging boner I had from envisioning all those frat guys dumping their loads into the same Fleshlight.
“You’re welcome to join me,” Buzz offered. “It won’t bother me. Jacking to porn together was a nightly ritual in my fraternity.”
“Uh—sure,” I agreed, trying to conceal my elation. Was this really happening?!
Gripping the cigar between his teeth, Buzz unzipped his shorts and pulled out a massive cock—easily nine inches with a thick, veiny shaft. Nodding at me, he encouraged me to do the same. As I unzipped and unleashed my eight-incher, Buzz and I checked out each other like two guys discreetly comparing cocks at the gym.
“Fuck, you’re hung,” I exclaimed, feeling obliged to acknowledge the majesty of his endowment.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “The guys in my fraternity nicknamed me ‘Tube Steak’ back in the day. But you’ve also got yourself a nice piece of meat,” he said, gesturing at my cock.
An awkward quiet descended upon us as we each directed our attention to the porn on the TV screen. A blond bitch with big tits and a butterfly tramp stamp was riding a muscled, tatted Harley dude on his motorcycle. Gripping the cigar between his teeth, Buzz grasped the Fleshlight in his hand and began to push his big cock into it, breaching the silicone folds of its faux cunt.
“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, slowly working the pussy proxy up and down his thick shaft. “I forgot how realistic this thing feels. You want to shoot in it after I’ve dumped my load?”
“Sure,” I affirmed, slowly jacking my own cock. “But you just enjoy it for now. I’ll just edge until you’re done.”
“Damn—I love that it can take all of me,” Buzz observed, pushing deep into the Fleshlight, mashing its orifice against his hairy balls. “The only thing that would make this perfect would be if I didn’t have to hold it.”
“Lemme work it for you,” I offered, not waiting for his response as I gripped the Fleshlight and took charge of his pleasure, giving his cock some slow, deliberate strokes with the flesh-toned cum catcher.
“Yeah—just like that,” he directed, taking a drag on his cigar. “Damn. You’re good at this.”
“I just know what works for me,” I shrugged, climbing onto his lap to work the Fleshlight at a better angle. “Just relax and let me get you off.”
Bobbing up and down on him, with both of my hands gripping the Fleshlight, it became readily apparent that I was acting out a simulation of riding his cock. Removing the cigar from his mouth and resting on the edge of an end table next to the couch, Buzz moved his muscular arms behind his head. With his eyes upon me, he watched intently as I pretended to ride his big dick with the Fleshlight. It was time to make my move.
Pulling the Fleshlight off his cock, I dropped it to the floor as I straddled Buzz’s cock, pressing his helmet head against my eager hole. Our eyes locked, mine searching his for approval. With a slight nod of his head, Buzz gave his consent as I sat upon his cock.
“HOLY FUCK,” Buzz cried out, his big dick up my ass, his balls mashed against his tight hole. “Christ, your hole is tight.”
“You ever fuck a guy?” I asked, bobbing my stretched hole up and down on his thick shaft, mimicking the rhythm I had just employed with the Fleshlight.
“First time,” he admitted, his hands moving to my thighs as he began to thrust in and out of me, rocking his hips to match my rhythm. “It’s fucking unreal. I can’t believe how damn good it feels—way better than pussy.”
“Wait until you see how good it feels when you’re shooting your load up my ass,” I taunted, increasing my pace, grinding down hard on him with every downbeat.
“You keep riding me like this,” he cautioned, “and you’re gonna have my nut in … Aww, SHIT … Aww, FUCK … Here it comes, dude.”
Instantly, I could feel Buzz’s big cock throbbing inside of me—spurt after spurt of his backed-up load flooding my guts. I reveled in the warmth of his seed as it filled my deepest recesses. Holding me down on his cock, Buzz refused to let go until his balls reached empty.
“Fuck, I needed that,” Buck exhaled as He released me and I climbed off of him. I reached down between my legs and swiped up some of his load just as it escaped my wrecked hole, feeding it to myself. “Damn, you’re a dirty fucker,” he exclaimed.
“Thanks for the dick … and cum,” I winked. “You wanna come back tomorrow and dump another load in me?”
“Tomorrow?” Buzz scoffed, reaching for his cigar and taking a post-coital drag. “I’m gonna text Julie and tell her I’m watching the game over here with you today. Now get your ass on the floor. I wanna fuck you like a dog while I enjoy this cigar.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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