My neighbor was a marine. He was straight. He had a wife and two daughters. His daughters were nice. His wife was gorgeous. And he was a beast of a man. I always saw him working out in the garage, which he turned into a gym. Usually drenched in sweat, muscles flexing as he worked on pull ups, weights, or ran on the treadmill. I believe he saw me watching. Because one day, after his wife and daughters left, he called me over. "Wanna help me set up something?" I said sure and walked into the garage. As soon as the door closed, he was on me, pinned me to the wall, staring into my eyes. "Look at you. Staring at me like some lovesick teenager. You a queer?" He didn't sound mad merely curious. I blushed and looked away a bit. A smirk crossed his handsome face. "You are, aren't you? I'm not mad that you're gay. I'm mad you didn't come over sooner. I had a few fags that sucked my cock while I was serving. They know how to treat a man and they usually are more eager than a woman. My girl hasn't even touched my cock since I got back. So, what do you say, you get on your knees like a good boy and get sucking?" He whispered that in my ear, leaning in so close, I could smell the workout sweat on him. He ground a fat bulge against me, purring in my ear. "But I'm warning you now, once you get on your knees, you're not getting up till I'm satisfied and I'm fucking that fag throat deep and hard. You'll gag and choke and drool and make a mess. I'll treat your throat like a pussy. So, get to it..." Without another word, I dropped to my knees and he pulled my face into his hot crotch, grinding my face into his bulge as I kissed and sucked on the thick tent causing him to groan," Good boy... From now on, as soon as they leave, you're in here, on your knees, understand?"
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