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Whispers of willows bend Part 1

Part 1

Willow Bend drowsed beneath a late August sky, a small town cradled by rolling hills and a sluggish river that glinted like molten glass in the fading light. It wasn’t so tiny that every breath was tracked, but with a population hovering around a thousand, secrets didn’t stay buried long—gossip flowed through the diner’s screen door, crackled over the gas station’s gravel lot, and hummed in the barbershop’s steady clip. Clapboard houses lined the streets, porches sagging under rocking chairs and geraniums, while the main drag offered a hardware store, a thrift shop, and Rusty’s dive bar, its neon sign flickering on Friday nights like a beacon for the restless.

Chloe, 22, was a petite blonde dynamo who’d grown up on Willow Bend’s fringes, where cul-de-sacs melted into overgrown lots. At 5’2”, her tousled waves shimmered gold, messy like she’d just rolled out of bed, framing hazel eyes that sparkled with mischief. Her body was a compact hourglass—perky boobs strained her crop tops, nipples teasing the fabric in a breeze; a tiny waist flared into hips that swayed, and a juicy bum, round and plush, filled her denim cut-offs like a tease. The only daughter of a high school teacher and a mechanic, she’d honed her charm early—flirting for free ice cream at the mall, dodging chores with a smile. Post-high school, she skipped college for a gig at the thrift shop, peddling vintage tees and batting lashes for tips, her restless spirit chafing against the town’s sleepy pulse.

Angel, 23, was the tall, blond rebel who’d washed up where lawns gave way to scrappy fields. At 6’2”, his slim, muscular frame was all lean definition—broad shoulders, corded arms from hauling kegs at Rusty’s, abs rippling under sun-bronzed skin. His blond hair flopped into piercing blue eyes, a tousled mop over a sharp, defined jaw dusted with stubble, his lazy smile a quiet danger. His 7-inch dick—thick, veined—bulged in his jeans when roused. Born to a single mom who worked doubles at the county hospital, he’d grown up fixing cars with street kids, sneaking into pool halls with a fake ID. After high school, he drifted—lifeguarding, bartending—chasing thrills with a cool confidence that turned heads.

Chloe had James, her boyfriend of a year—stocky, dark-haired, a mechanic with oil-stained hands and a steady grin, the kind of guy who’d fix your flat tire and call it a date. Angel had Damond, his boyfriend of eight months—lean, tattooed, a line cook at the diner with a quick laugh and a jealous edge. To Willow Bend, they were settled pairs, orbiting the town’s predictable rhythm. But beneath it all, Chloe and Angel had sparked a secret that burned hotter than the summer sun.

Chloe’s days unfolded in a haze of thrift shop dust and James’ steady presence. She’d clock in at 10, sorting faded flannel and cracked vinyl, her red crop top riding up as she stretched to hang dresses, her cut-offs hugging her bum. James would swing by on his lunch break, his garage jumpsuit unzipped to the waist, dark hair damp with sweat. “Hey, babe,” he’d say, leaning over the counter, kissing her cheek with lips that tasted of engine grease and coffee. She’d smile, playful, “You stink,” pushing him off, but let him linger, his solidity a comfort she’d grown used to. At home, they’d sprawl on his couch—her in his lap, his thick hands on her hips—watching reruns, his laughter rumbling as she teased him about his snore. Sex was routine—him on top, her beneath, steady thrusts in his twin bed, her moans soft, his groans quick. It was safe, predictable, but lately, her mind wandered, hazel eyes glazing over as James slept beside her, his arm heavy across her waist.

Angel’s life spun around Rusty’s sticky floors and Damond’s sharp edges. He’d start his shift at dusk, pouring beers with a practiced tilt, his tight tee clinging to his defined torso, jeans low enough to hint at the V of his pelvis. Damond would drop by after the diner, ink peeking from his sleeves, leaning on the bar with a grin, “Miss me, blondie?” Angel would smirk, sliding him a whiskey, their fingers brushing—a spark, once thrilling, now dim. Nights ended at Damond’s trailer, a tangle of sheets and tattoos—Damond’s lean frame pinning Angel’s, his mouth rough on Angel’s neck, their sex fast, urgent, Damond’s groans loud as Angel thrust back, his blue eyes distant. They’d smoke afterward, Damond’s arm slung over Angel’s chest, but Angel’s thoughts drifted—to a petite blonde he couldn’t shake.

Their affair ignited one June night at Rusty’s, humidity thick with beer and jukebox twang. Chloe, in her red crop top and cut-offs, leaned over the bar, teasing Angel for a free shot. He grinned, pouring tequila slow, blue eyes locking on hers as she licked salt off her wrist, tongue flicking, his jeans tightening at the sight. James was out back with buddies; Damond was off. Three shots later, they stumbled into the alley—her petite frame pressed to the brick, his tall body caging her. His hands gripped her hips, lifting her, her legs wrapping his waist as their mouths crashed—hot, sloppy, tasting liquor and sin. She tugged his shirt off, nails raking his abs, his 7-inch cock freed as she shoved his jeans down, guiding him inside her tight heat. He thrust hard, her juicy bum slapping the wall, her perky boobs bouncing under her top, nipples stiff as she moaned, loud and shameless, the risk fueling their frenzy. His defined muscles flexed, sweat beading down his spine, her small body arching as he filled her, cum spilling on her thigh as they panted—a quick, dirty hookup, nothing more.

Chloe’s mornings after were a dance of normalcy. She’d brew coffee in James’ cramped kitchen, her sundress slipping off one shoulder, humming as he shuffled in, boxers low, kissing her neck. “Late night?” he’d ask, voice gruff, and she’d shrug, “Shop stuff,” her smile tight. At work, she’d rearrange racks, her fingers lingering on a plaid shirt Angel had worn, her mind replaying his hands on her bum, his cock stretching her. James would text—“Dinner at mine?”—and she’d reply, “Sure,” guilt gnawing as she pictured Angel’s blue eyes, not James’ brown.

Angel’s days were a blur of bar prep and Damond’s shadow. He’d sleep late, sprawled in Damond’s trailer, waking to stale smoke and Damond’s note—“See ya tonight.” He’d hit the gym, lifting weights shirtless, his abs rippling, mind flashing to Chloe’s moans, not Damond’s laugh. At Rusty’s, he’d mix drinks, his lean arms flexing, Damond watching from a stool, possessive— “You’re mine, right?” Angel’s “Yeah” was hollow, his pulse quickening when Chloe walked in, her hips swaying, James nowhere near.

Two weeks later, Chloe texted Angel from the diner’s bathroom, Damond flipping burgers outside. He locked the door, his tall frame looming as she hopped onto the sink, cut-offs yanked down, soaked panties clinging. She freed his thick cock, guiding him in—her legs dangled, toes brushing tiles, his hands lifting her petite body, pinning her to the mirror. He thrust slow, savoring her tightness, her bum smacking porcelain, then faster—her boobs jiggling, nipples pink under her lifted top, her nails digging into his muscled back. The mirror rattled, her gasps loud, his grunts primal—he pulled out, cum streaking her thigh as they panted, Damond yards away, oblivious.

Chloe’s routine frayed—James noticed her distracted glances, “You okay, babe?” over burgers at the diner, her “Yeah” too quick. She’d dodge his hands at night, feigning sleep, her body tingling with Angel’s memory. Angel’s nights grew tense—Damond’s “Where you been?” sharper, his kisses rougher, Angel’s responses curt as he showered off Chloe’s scent, blue eyes distant in the steam.

August brought more—behind the hardware store, Angel bent Chloe over a crate, her cut-offs at her ankles, his jeans down, thrusting deep, her juicy bum rippling, boobs swaying as she gripped wood, moaning his name. In his truck bed under a tarp, she rode him—her petite frame bouncing, his 7-inch cock stretching her, his hands squeezing her bum, abs flexing as she soaked his lap. Their bodies were a visual clash—her tiny curves against his lean muscle, blond hair tangling, blue eyes piercing hazel, sweat and cum a sticky bond.

Then came the shift. One sticky night in Angel’s truck by the river, Chloe straddled him, cut-offs tossed aside, his jeans at his knees. His thick cock slid in, her tight heat gripping as she rocked—boobs bouncing free, nipples stiff, his hands kneading her plush bum. She kissed him deep—slow, tasting beer and him—his groan, “Fuck, Chloe,” soft, her “Angel” a whisper, their eyes locked, a spark beyond lust. They came—her shuddering, soaking him, him spilling inside, hot and pulsing—their foreheads pressed, breaths shared, a quiet too tender to ignore.

Chloe’s days grew heavy—James planned a camping trip, “Just us,” his grin hopeful, her nod forced, heart racing at Angel’s texts. Angel’s shifts at Rusty’s strained—Damond’s “You’re off lately,” met with shrugs, his mind on Chloe’s lips, not Damond’s hands. At the thrift shop after hours, Chloe bent over a table, Angel behind—her cut-offs down, his jeans off, thrusting deep, her bum rippling, boobs swaying, her moans a prayer. He kissed her neck, sucking a hickey, “You feel so good,” raw—not just lust. She kissed back, lingering, and they sat afterward—her in his lap, his arms around her, talking till dawn, love creeping in.

Whispers spread—James saw Chloe’s hickey, “Who?” his voice tight, her “No one” weak. Damond caught Angel staring at Chloe, his “What’s up?” sharp, Angel’s silence damning. Mrs. Larson saw them at the jukebox, Pete heard moans by the river. September snapped it open.

At Miller’s old barn, Chloe in a sundress—no bra, panties damp—met Angel, shirtless, jeans low, sweat gleaming on his abs. They crashed—her leaping into his arms, legs wrapping him, his hands cupping her bum, pressing her to a beam. He yanked her dress up, ripped panties aside, his 7-inch cock thrusting in—her tightness sucking him deep, her boobs bouncing free, nipples grazing his chest. He fucked her hard—beam creaking, bum slapping his thighs, abs clenching, sweat dripping. She clawed his back, tongue in his mouth, “I love you,” gasping mid-thrust. He froze, then thrust deeper, “Love you too,” breaking. She rode him—legs wide, bum bouncing, his cock stretching her, slick and hot—her screaming, soaking him, his cum pulsing inside, tears mixing with sweat.

The door creaked—James and Damond, James’ wrench dropping, Damond’s jaw tight. “You liar!” James roared, punching Angel—blood sprayed. Damond grabbed Chloe, “What the hell?!” shaking her, dress hiked. She broke free, “I love him!” sobbing. Townsfolk gathered—phones out, gossip blazing. James and Damond stormed off, cursing, the affair a wildfire.

In the barn, locked, clothes torn—her dress ripped, his jeans shredded—they stood naked, bruised—Angel’s lip bleeding, Chloe’s wrist red. He pulled her close, his tall frame engulfing her, hands tracing her curves, boobs pressing his chest. “No more hiding,” he whispered, kissing her slow, tasting blood. She nodded, “Just us,” tears falling, lips tender. They sank to the hay—his arms around her, her head on his chest, legs tangled—her bum nestled against him, his abs under her palm. “Love you,” he murmured, lips in her hair, “Love you,” she echoed, raw. Darkness cloaked them, heartbeats syncing, naked and free.

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Warning! Not for sensitive viewers.

This is a 1 of 3 part series.

Step Father Has Needs

Everyone in the story is 18 or older. This is a work of fiction. Read at your own discretion.

Step Father Has Needs

My mom had been single since I was 7. My dad left in the night without a word and she had a hard time moving on. She started to see guy Joe when I was a junior in high school. I was happy for her but also sort of hated him, high schoolers aren’t the most stable. They dated for a little over a year and around the time of my graduation, they decided to merge families. My mom and I packed are things and moved into this place.

Joe had a nice home and clearly business was going well. He owned a large construction company that built commercial buildings. He was busy with work but the return of was worth it. Joe was also a big guy, 6’2” and with a strong frame and big build. He had a bit of a beer guy but his hands were huge and his arms were strong. He looked like he didn’t just own the company but did some of the work. His son Jason was a spitting image. He was leaner and didn’t quite have the same size as his dad but he was well on his way. I always felt a little intimidated around them. I am only 5’8” and 130 pounds. I’ve never been one for working out and I could seem to add in any weight.

We settled in, I had a room upstairs across from Jason and Joe and my Mom took the master bed down stairs. Jason wasn’t around much so it was just the three of us. Joe was nice and tried his best to relate to me but I could tell he didn’t really understand me. The effort was nice.

Then came graduation. It started out as a good day, my mom was so excited and a little sad. Her baby was all grown up. Soon I’d be off to college and she’d be here with just Joe. After the ceremony my friends and I went out to celebrate. One of them found some beer and we went to the lake to drink and enjoy our last couple moments before we all went to separate colleges. I had a decent buzz going when I got home. I thought I was careful sneaking up stairs but I was wrong. Joe was waiting for me.

“Your mom was so worried about you she had to take a pill to get some sleep. Do you know what that means?” There was something different about him tonight something I couldn’t explain. He was looking at me with a hunger in his eyes like he wanted to devour me. “I’m sorry Joe, I just went to the lake to celebrate with my friends.” I sheepishly replied. There was an electricity to the air, something was going to happen, tonight something was going to change.

Joe got off my bed, walked toward me and shut my bedroom door. “Now you will keep it down so your mother can sleep.” Joey snarled at me. I sucked in a breath and almost chucked on it. “What are you doing?” The words fumbled out of my mouth. “I knew I was going to need to do this to you once you came to live here. Once I saw how pathetic you were.” He grabbed me and spun me around. I struggled but it was useless his grip was so strong. I let out a yell and he stuff some cloth into my mouth. I could feel him quickly binding my hands and dragging me to my bed. What was he going to do to me?

“I bet that you didn’t know I used to rope calves at the rodeo. You do know.” I was quickly tied up. Arms behind my back feet together and mouth full of something. It tasted like sweat and musk, it tasted of men. I began to cry from fear. Joe ignored me and I could see from the light in the room was on his phone. After a couple minutes he started to undo my feet, first the left and then the right. He only go part way done with the right before he was running the rope around my bed leg and tying it tight. My right leg was pulled to the side and I shifted with it. Next he was on my left, again tying it to the bed leg on the other side. I was forced to spread my legs wider than I wanted them.

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Making him finish before his wife comes home

My married FWB usually comes over to my place to get away from his wife and conceal all the evidence of the fun we have. But the other night, he wanted to do something different. Knowing that his wife had to stay late at work, he invited me over to their home.

I did not give it a second thought as the idea of his wife catching him fuck me was hot. He still took caution to call for an update and make sure he would have the time to enjoy having his cock inside of me while she was occupied doing overtime. I didn't think much of it and was just excited for him to use me.

When I arrived, he wasted no time by bringing me straight to the bedroom, the home was well kept and it was clear that while her husband was away using me, she would distract herself by keeping the house in order. When we got to the bedroom the first thing I noticed was their framed wedding photo. A photo capturing their commitment to each other, with her big smile and his arms wrapped around her.

He took off my coat to find that I was prepared and had nothing underneath. He then went to kiss my neck and wrapped his arms around my tight body. I smiled while staring at their wedding photo, he was grabbing me tighter as he was digging his face into my neck. His cock was so hard against my body and waiting for my pussy to wrap around it. I wrapped my arms around his body and teased him that it would be a treat if his wife could see us at this very moment. He silenced me by bringing me over to the bed, he laid on his back and I straddled on top of his torso, started grinding my wet pussy on him covering and staining him with all my pussy juices. As I was grinding, I leaned forward and started to kiss his neck. As my face was buried into him I could smell her on the pillow he was resting on. I wanted to make sure that he would smell me when he would go to bed with her later on, so I went on my back and asked him to use me as he pleased. He started rubbing my clit while playing with my tits, I moaned as my pussy was dripping wet staining the sheets. He then took his cock and pushed the tip inside of the opening of my pussy. I told him to wait and to finger my clit a little bit more.

I then stared at their wedding photo again, focusing on her and then told him that I was ready to take his cock. As my pussy took in every inch, I smiled back at her, wishing she was actually in front of us so that she could witness that I was the one who was taking care of him. I wrapped my legs around him and drew closer, he thrusted harder in response. I kept looking back at her as he was enjoying my pussy.

I clenched my pussy and made sure that he enjoyed every minute of using me before his wife would come back home. He continued to use me until his wife texted him saying that she managed to finish early and was making her way home. He took a glimpse at the text and proceeded to fuck me harder. I filled his ears with dirty talk saying how much better I was than his wife and that he would rather have me on this bed than her. I wanted to make sure he released his load of cum and that there would be nothing left for her on her return. I made sure to empty him, as he continued to thrust deeper into my pussy. I told him I was ready to cum and he finally came inside of me. He laid down and I made sure to suck out every drop with my mouth. I cleaned up and left him to welcome his wife back home while having his cum inside of me. The end.

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My straight neighbour.

Gay story novel par 3 (last part)

All day on Monday I thought about him. Every waking second; I could barely get my work done.

And it didn’t matter that he hadn’t responded to my text from this morning, I knew he worked a labor intensive job. So I waited– and waited and waited.

After work, I hit the gym at my complex and continued to think about him. He had me in a trance; one I couldn’t shake free of. Everything had my mind replaying the events in my head. His lips on mine, his tongue down my neck; the whispers in my ear. I’d never had a sexual encounter quite like that.

And being in the gym didn’t help, not with blood rushing through my veins; testosterone coursing through me.

I cut my workout short actually, needing to relieve myself badly. But as I walked the sidewalks out of the gym and around the leasing office, a voice called out to me.

“Max!” It was Emily’s shrill of excitement that turned my head towards the pool, not just her; but the four of them. She said something else, but my eyes were locked with Denver’s; with the man who ravaged me the night before. “Max?”

I shook my head and met her gaze, now walking towards the gate to let me in, “Wanna join us?”

My lips parted, did I? Did I need to? Could I handle being so close to him right now, handle keeping such a secret in the presence of him and his friends.

“Sure.” I smiled, nervously walking through the gate and following her.

She wasn’t in a bikini, none of them were. “The pool is like,” she turned her head to me, red hair flowing in the breeze; “our spot. You can usually find us here.” I nodded.

She guided me to their spot in a shaded corner, covered by newly planted palms that certainly didn’t grow here. Denver had resumed conversation with Roman, not paying me any mind. I wish I could do the same, but I couldn’t help my wandering eyes.

He had his head propped with folded arms behind him, completely clothed; but I could undress him with ease. The stubble across his jaw and neck had grown, his skin had faded to a muted tan under the shade; I cursed myself for so closely analyzing the details of him.

But a slender hand atop my thigh broke my focus, “Oh wow, you’re really sweaty.” Emily slid a finger across the slick hairs on my leg with a gleam of interest in her eyes.

“I just left the gym.” I cracked a friendly smile, wondering how she couldn’t tell.

She met my eyes with hers, “Take a dip with me?” She flashed a pretty smile and if I hadn’t known better, I’d think she was flirting with me.

Regardless, a dip in the pool actually sounded nice; refreshing. I nodded and as my shoes and socks came off, I realized I didn’t have a swimsuit; “Wait, I don’t have swimming trunks with me.”

“So?” She stripped off her crop-top, revealing a clasped bra around her breasts; “Do you see anyone here?” She motioned a hand to the empty pool yard. She stood and shamelessly slid her flared shorts down her slender legs, leaving her only in a bra and panties.

I shared a look with Leah who just smiled, then the boys who both cut their conversation and stared at her– Denver stared at her.

Was it… jealousy? That washed over me? A smashing feeling that had me standing up and tearing off my shirt too. “*Woop! Woop!*” Roman cheered from his seat playfully, all three of them watching as Emily and I prepared for a dip.

I knew I looked good, I knew he’d look if he wanted. So I bent over and peeled my thin shorts down my legs, stepping out of them in just my boxers.

“Okay, get it Max!” Leah cheered too, everyone but Denver who sat silent– frozen.

Emily took my hand with a devilish smile and pulled me towards the deep end. She looked me up and down, pausing where you’d think and playfully bit her lip; “Count of three?”

I nodded, taken aback a bit by her forwardness, by her gaze.

She counted, “Three…” we walked to the edge, “two…” she squeezed my hand and shot me a smile; “one.” And we jumped.

The water felt amazing, rippling up my sides and engulfing me whole. I pushed from the bottom and took a breath of air, shaking my hair and opening my eyes to meet her there with me.

We laughed, wiping at our eyes and face. “Fuck it, I’m in.” We turned our heads to Roman who was already stripping his clothes, freeing his bare skin and chest hair.

Leah followed him, dropping her shorts and flinging off her top; and they both ran at the ledge and jumped.

Everyone but Denver who stayed still, arms now crossed with a crooked smile on his lips. “Come on D!” Roman cheered as he emerged from under the water.

“He won’t.” Emily shot him a glare, turning to me again and taking my hand under the water. “He’s a pussy.” Wrong, so so wrong.

He stayed put for a moment, but when Emily’s arm snaked around mine; basically clinging– he huffed and stood. It was a foreign feeling, a girl's arm around mine, squeezing and pulling me close to her body.

But still I watched him– Denver. He lifted his shirt from his body, his muscles flexing as he pulled it off. My breathing hitched, despite the pretty redhead around my arm; the world around me became a tunnel as I focused solely on him. His eyes met mine as he stripped his shorts, his bulge heavy in his boxers.

And he didn’t hesitate in running to the edge and jumping right in front of us, splashing the water into our faces.

He emerged with a head shake, his hair spiking in all directions as he opened his eyes with a smile. “Happy?” He said it to everyone but looked directly at me, reminding me of the same words from last night.

“What a stud.” Roman teased, his arms wrapped around his girlfriend next to us.

Emily’s grip tightened around my arm, her leg now sliding between mine. “A tool, you mean.” She teased too, though I couldn’t help but think there was something else happening; something in this group I didn’t understand.

Denver laughed, leaning his elbows up on the ledge, “A *hot* tool, I think you meant.”

Emily rolled her eyes and faced me, despite the reaction; a faint blush did run to her cheeks. “So what’re you doing tonight, Max?”

“I didn’t have plans, really.” I answered honestly, feeling more and more uncomfortable as her limbs continued touching mine.

She flashed a pretty smile and cocked her head, “Movie night?”

Before I could answer, Denver interjected; “Where’s my invite?” His grin was wide, something new swirling through his emerald eyes.

“Who says you get one?” She spoke to him, but kept her eyes on me; “So?”

Something definitely was happening. I felt stuck in the middle of some unknowing conflict I had no business being in, “Depends on the movie.” I answered, not trying to dismiss her friendly gesture.

I heard him scoff, but she answered instead; “Anything but action.”

“Ha!” Denver piped, “You’re telling a man no action?” He smirked at us, her arms snaking around my neck now.

She shot him a glare, “Won’t you mind your business?” And to that he only smirked more, then sunk his head under the water. She turned to me with bright eyes, still a twinge of red on her cheeks; “Don’t mind him.” But that was impossible.

“Uhm,” I looked down a second, her breasts now pressing into my pecs. “Yeah, sure. Just us though?”

And just for a split second, a different type of look flashed across her face; one of confusion? Denial? “Well Leah will probably be home.”

I have no clue why the signs weren’t clicking before this moment, but she was obviously flirting with me; but why? “I guess, sure.”

“You guess?” She playfully smacked me on the chest, breaking away from me and smiling.

I didn’t know what to say but I smiled back nervously, turning to Roman and Leah in their own world; to Denver backstroking away in the water. “No, sure. I meant– yes.”

An eerie smile crept to her lips as she tread the water, lifting her legs and sliding them up my legs; getting close– too close. “Perfect, eight sound good?”

I nodded, swimming back to rid my body of her touch. You’d think I would tell her, admit to her that I didn’t swing her way but… the dynamic between these friends; the feeling I got in this pool with them– it brought me right back to my time in the closet.

My chest felt heavy, my cheeks burned in embarrassment though I did nothing wrong. I was sworn to a secret and I didn’t intend on breaking it, but admitting my sexuality to them felt like it would do just that– break it.

Thank God for Roman in that moment, picking up his girlfriend and throwing her into the water; creating a much needed distraction and laughter amongst us all.

It was odd though, considering yesterday I spent so much time with Denver– he basically ignored me now. We shared two, maybe three words with each other. This crushing weight of his secret kept us apart; and I hated it.

But soon enough, the sun was beginning its descent and the air was filled with a cool breeze. We all climbed out of the water, freezing and shivering with no towels. Roman clutched to his girl, Emily was furiously pulling her dry clothes on and Denver… he was enjoying the sight, seemingly unbothered by the chill.

I was pulling on my own clothes, making myself decent for the walk home; but couldn’t help look. His boxers hung lower as they were soaked, clinging to the frame of that cock that drilled me. If I wasn’t so cold I’d probably be pitching a tent.

But we all said our goodbyes, needing to seek warmth at our apartments. “See you in an hour?” Emily’s warm touch took hold of my bicep with equally warm eyes of brown.

“Yeah.” I smiled, hurrying out of the gate to go home.

I basically ran to my shower to bask in the steaming water, relaxing immediately and running through the events of earlier.

Emily was clearly flirting with me, basically inviting me over as a *date*. And I hate that I let every instinct in me to speak up, fail. All for a guy who demanded I keep a secret for him. I rubbed my temples, how do I get out of this one? If I go to her apartment… is that like– leading her on? I mean, I’m flattered; don’t get wrong. But what do I do if she tries more than what she did at the pool? I am not straight, I repeat– not straight.

And Denver knows this. He let all that transpire in the pool, egged it on, teased it. Why? Isn’t he the slightest bit concerned that I’d break our little secret? The slightest bit concerned of the neighbor he just met. Well he didn’t act like it.

*Clearly.*

But despite the annoyed thoughts running through my head, my heart fluttered at the notification on my phone. A text, from *Yes Sir.*

*Excited for your date?* It read.

I rolled my eyes but smiled, a blush I couldn’t stop if I tried.

*Is that what it is?* I responded.

And was surprised by such an immediate response. *Well she thinks so, wouldn’t ya say?*

My heart rate spiked. *This is your fault.*

*My fault? Enlighten me.* He responded, and I could just hear the smirk behind it.

I went to type a paragraph. I wanted to explain it all to him, about me feeling trapped; about me having to keep this secret. But I silently feared it would push him away; and I know I just met the guy but… I couldn’t take that– not right now.

*Is this some scheme to make you jealous?* I texted what I was thinking.

*Probably.* Is all he said.

I paused. *Is it working?*

He didn’t respond right away this time, in fact it took enough time for me to dry off and change before he replied.

*Have fun tonight ;)* He avoided my question.

I checked the time, just ten minutes til eight. *Fuck you.*

*In your dreams baby.* And he was right, but it stung.

I left our thread at that and got ready. Ready for what? My guess– a really weird fucking night.

But I pushed the nerves aside and left in a comfortable outfit, ready for whatever was in store. When I approached her door, I almost turned away; I almost texted Emily and canceled. But this surge of pride came over me, like I had something to gain from just doing it. Would it gain me favor with Denver? His friends? I didn’t know, but I knocked on her door all the same.

She opened the door with a wide smile, “Hey hey!” She wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me like I hadn’t seen her just an hour ago.

“Did you pick out a movie?” I asked, walking to the couch and taking a seat.

She fled for the kitchen behind me but said, “Yeah, something scary.” And returned with a bowl of popcorn; “Is that okay?”

“Fine by me.” I shrugged as she plopped next to me, too close for comfort; her skinny thigh pressed tightly against mine.

She grabbed the remote and played with the tv, flipping to Max– *how original*, and starting *Cabin in the Woods.*

Before the movie really got started, she got up to dim the lights; setting the mood I guess. And for the first half I was actually quite interested, she didn’t make any moves; I know I didn’t. But as the gore sped up and the poor characters started dying– I realized what position I found us in.

Emily had a leg over mine, her head on my shoulder. I suppose I didn’t realize because this was quite normal for me and a *girl friend*– see the difference? But I remembered her intentions, remembered why I was here and heat filled my body.

I think she noticed the change in temperature, maybe mistaking it for something other than anxiety. But she nestled her head further into my shoulder and draped a hand over my lap– right on my…

“I gotta use the bathroom.” I blurted and stood from my seat, the smile fading from her face.

She nodded, “Okay, down the hall.” And I tried not to bolt the way she motioned, but I had to get out of there.

When I shut the door to the bathroom, I took a breath; not realizing I was holding it. I looked in the mirror at my paled face, sifted my hand through my hair and sighed. I thought I could do this. I thought years of college and highschool could’ve prepared me to just… fake it– for a night.

But I couldn’t.

I drew my phone from my pocket and saw a message from him, sent twenty minutes ago.

*Having fun yet?* It read.

I shook my head. *Save me*.

And was relieved at the quick response, almost like he stalked his phone for my reply.

*Hahahaha*. I couldn’t help the smile on my lips, regardless of his taunts.

I replied, growing a pair. *If you don’t help me, I spill everything.*

*You won’t*. He texted.

I took a sharp breath, maybe he’s right; but it’s worth a shot. *Try me.*

A knock on the door made me jump, “You okay, Max?” Emily asked from the other side.

I cleared my throat, “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Just a second.” I responded, flushing the toilet without using it and washing my hands for added effect.

My phone buzzed. *You owe me.*

I let out a sigh of relief. What’s his plan? Not a clue, but I had to tend to the redhead outside the door. So I slipped my phone in my pocket and opened the door.

Luckily she wasn’t waiting directly outside the door, but when she heard the door open she piped from the living room; “Everything okay?”

“All good.” I smiled and joined her back on the couch, instantly resuming our position from before.

I let it happen this time, hoping– no, praying that Denver would save the day. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to do this for long, I don’t know how much more I can handle.

And within a few minutes, a pounding at the door spooked both of us. “Emilyyy!” His voice rang from outside and I tried to keep the smile from appearing on my lips.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Emily snapped from her seat, rushing to the door and peeking out of the peephole. “Go away Denver!” She yelled, but something told me there was a slight smirk in her voice.

Suddenly Leah and Roman emerged from the hallway, “What’s going on?” Leah asked. I had completely forgotten they were even here.

“Denver.” Emily whipped her head at us three, meeting my eyes for a second too long then reaching for the lock on the door, and opening it. “What the fuck do you want?”

And there he was, that smirk on his face; “So mean, you gingers are.” He walked in, just a white top and gray sweatpants, a sizeable bulge hanging in them. “I was bored.”

“We’re busy.” Emily deadpanned.

I was staring, you know where; and a blush crept to my face as I met his eyes. “What movie ya’ watching?” Ignoring her reply and walking into the living room.

I saw Emily share an annoyed expression with Leah, “None of your business.” She retorted, but he only plopped on the couch, right in the middle– next to me.

“My favorite.” He smirked, giving me a look that only I could see.

Leah grabbed Roman’s arm, “Okay, we’re going to bed.” And pulled them down the hall, shooting a look at Emily that basically read– *sorry, I don’t know what to do.*

And left us three alone in the living room. “Cabin in the Woods.” I answered the question he asked and nudged him in the side, silently thanking him.

He winked, “*Ooo, scary.*” He teased me, and out of sight from Emily, grabbed his crotch and adjusted; making sure I saw.

My jaw tightened, everything tightened. “Denver, why are you here?” Emily persisted as she rounded the couch and sat in a single chair, legs crossed and arms folded.

“Am I not allowed to miss my friends?” He shrugged with a smirk on his lips still, not hiding that he clearly had ulterior motives.

But the gears began turning for me. Of course he’d act that way– this way. Emily and Denver have an entirely different conversation happening, one that didn’t involve me. Little did she know, he was here to help me; not to help her.

She shot him a knowing look, “Whatever.” And just as quickly, resumed the movie.

There were only forty-five minutes left, I guess I could’ve held out; but who knows what would’ve progressed in that amount of time. I was glad he came, glad he saved me. Just like he said he would. And Emily sat silent in her single chair for the rest of it, not realizing the proximity of Denver to me.

Not realizing the silent communications we made with our eyes.

After the movie ended, Emily seemed bored and basically half asleep. Meanwhile Denver, well he had this look in his eye that I could only describe as– *just wait til we leave*. Emily didn’t seem to care anymore that I would be leaving, instead she only side-hugged me and glared at Denver as we said our final goodbyes.

Her front door shut behind us and almost immediately, his hands squeezed my ass. “You’re welcome.” he smirked down at me.

I twisted to him, smacking his chest and smiling too; “You *are* a tool. But thank you.” I met his heavy eyes, not thinking before my gaze drifted lower and lower and landed on his equally heavy bulge.

“My eyes are up here.” He moved my chin with his hand, directing me to look at him. “A *hot* tool.”

I rolled my eyes and began my descent down the staircase. “Well I guess I’ll get home.” I muttered, actually quite tired; from the time and from faking it for so long.

“No you won’t.” He said, causing me to turn on the stairs and look up at him questioningly. “You’re coming to mine.” It sounded like an order as he breezed past me.

I didn’t hesitate to follow.

By the time we made it outside, he spoke up again; “So…” he smirked at me, “what did the girl do?”

I laughed, following his lead to his building; “Touched me.” Is all I had to say to make him burst out laughing, not able to catch his breath until we entered his building.

“Well I’ll be damned.” He continued laughing up the stairs, “Here I thought she pulled your dick out and that was the final straw.”

I grimaced at the thought, “I don’t think you get me very well.” I followed behind him and into his apartment. He was correct in noting yesterday that the girls had a better apartment, his was barely decorated at all.

He shut the door, locked it. “On the contrary.” He pulled at my arm to spin me into him, “I think I know you *very* well.” I met his eyes and felt the heat rise to my cheeks, the blood rush to my… yeah.

His arms snaked around my waist, hips pulled into mine– I felt it, all of it. “Why am I here?” I asked like it wasn’t obvious.

“You *owe* me, *remember?*” His eyes filled with desire as his voice dripped in seduction.

He descended upon me, his lips crashing into mine.

It was a primal feeling this time, between the both of us. The way his hands explored my back, inched their way under my shorts. The way I tangled my fingers through his hair, wrapped my legs around his waist.

He carried me to his bedroom, a mess but I didn’t care. I wanted him– needed him. He dropped me in his bed, standing over me while tearing off his shirt. His breath fell rugged as he pulled at my legs, shifting me to the edge of the bed; my legs hanging off. He pulled off my shoes, kicked off his own; and put my calves over his shoulders.

He bent me in half, leaning into my ear; “*Do I get my good boy tonight?*”

“*Yes, sir.*” I breathed out, craving the touch of him.

His tongue flicked at my ear, breathing deeply through his nose; my neck craned, my body shivered. He let out a breathy chuckle, “*What would you have done without me tonight?*” I didn’t answer, I could tell it was rhetorical. Another lick down my neck, circling at my throat. “*My good little boy needed me…*” I shuddered as a hand gripped my hair, “*didn’t he?*”

I opened my eyes to him staring at me, “Yes, sir.” I answered.

He planted a tender kiss to my lips, then to my jaw, then my neck. “*On the fucking floor.*”

He leaned up and kept his hand in my hair, dragging my body off the bed so that I fell to my knees in front of him, my back against his bed. He craned my neck with a tug and spat in my face, slapped me right after.

“*God, I love owning you*.” He smiled down at me, I smiled up at him. It didn’t matter what he wanted, I’d do it– he knew it.

He smashed his bulge into my face, rubbing it left and right. I breathed in his scent, a scent I would never forget.

“*You like that, hm?*” He cooed above me. I tried saying it, I did; but the sound was muffled against his sweats. “*You like this cock buried in your face, don’t you?*” I tried again, just muffles escaped. He chuckled, satisfied. “*Put it in your mouth then.*”

He let go, allowing me to crane my neck and look at him; such a lustful look in his face. “Yes, sir.” I smiled, curling my fingers around his waist band and pulling his sweats to his ankles; just his thin boxers between me and his length.

I went to pull at them too, eager to swallow him whole but he smacked away my hands; “*With your teeth*.” He ordered.

I licked my lips before repeating, “Yes, sir.” and buried my face in his abdomen, gripping the band of his boxers between my teeth. I started pulling and felt a steady line of spit landing on my nose, I didn’t need to look to know where it came from.

But it's not as easy as it sounds, pulling from one direction. I began revealing his pubes, his shaft; but his boxers were stuck on his backside. I yanked again.

“*Fuck that.*” He muttered before taking my throat in his hand and pinning me against his bed, using his other hand to slide his boxers down. He bent down to my face, looked me in the eyes with a wicked smile; “*Let’s play a game*.”

He let go of my throat and stood straight, his cock flopping right in my face. He smacked my cheek, “*Open up*.” His tip entered my eagerly opened mouth, his hand in my hair again; my eyes looking up at his sexy body. “*It’s called Ten.*” My eyebrows knit together, Ten?

He chuckled deeply, tightened his grip and thrust in my throat. “*One.*”

I gagged as he pulled out, his other hand now around my jaw and thrusted again, “*One.. Two.*” And pulled out, letting the slime from my throat make a mess on my shirt.

I still didn’t understand, but that spell of his worked its magic over me. His head tilted, his hair tousled; that fucking smirk on his lips– he trusted again, holding me there. “*One.*.” I gagged. “*Two.*.” My eyes squeezed shut, my throat burned. “*Three*.” And he pulled out.

I coughed and sputtered, but he only continued. Another thrust, more gags; another count. “.*.Four*.” And he let me free. I was panting, covered in saliva.

He kept going, and I understood the game.

“*One.*.” I gagged again, “*Two..*” slime oozed from my lips, “*Three*..” I coughed, heaved; the slime poured. “*Four.*.” My eyes stayed shut, I wanted to win– needed to win. “*Five*..” I was running out of air, I couldn’t breathe. “*Six*..” I tapped on his thighs furiously, squeezing for mercy. “*Seven*..” He didn’t care. “*Eight*..” my abdomen was puffing, my face was beet red. “*Nine*..” I pushed him away from me.

I doubled over to the floor, gasping for air that burned my lungs. His hand found my hair and lifted my body upright, “*Tsk, Bad boy*.” He kneeled down to me, smearing the slime all around my face as I still tried to catch my breath. “*Looks like I do get to punish you.*”

He grabbed my throat, dragged me onto his bed; crawled on top of me and admired my failing body. Who could’ve ever won that game? Was it rigged that way? Did he want me to lose?

My heart still fluttered at the sight of his smirk, my dick still raged within my shorts. Why? Why was I like this? Why did I like this?

He was in my ear again, “*You’ll be a good boy this time?*” He whispered so delicately– yet roughly.

“Yes, sir.” I managed, agreeing to his orgasmic torture.

He breathed in my ear, bit at my lobe; “*Then turn the fuck around and let me have my way.*”

And that, he did.

My straight neighbor PT 4

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**PT 4**

It’s silly the way I’d act around him… so vulnerable and submissive… but that’s not me– or is it?

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“*Then turn the fuck around and let me have my way*.” His words sent chills down my spine, a feeling I could no longer fight. He had me, used me– in any way he wanted.

And I liked it.

I was kicked out by the time we were done, another excuse about not wanting to be found out. I understood but… there was a part of lurching during that walk of shame, a part of me begging it didn’t have to be that way. Yet I walked home all the same, allowing him to control me all the same.

But my thoughts never won. My thoughts never spoke freely. It was always him, only him.

Days passed as my thoughts turned– spiraled. We had sex that first time on a Sunday, that second time on Monday. And our lives went on as normal; kind of. I found myself obsessing over it, over him; we had sex Thursday night after happy hour and Saturday night after drinking.

And now it was Sunday again, a whole week of me non-stop thinking of this man a few buildings over.

I couldn’t help but think of my own regression that morning, sipping on freshly brewed coffee in my living room. I came back home out and proud. It took me years to come to terms with it, years to feel confident in it. But here I am, letting this man push me in a hole– back in that damn closet.

I mean, I had a damn boyfriend for fucks sake. I had someone I loved, or at least I thought I did. But at least I was there in that place– in a place where *loving* another man was okay, where I was okay. And I’m not trying to say I was in love with Denver, no. In love with our sex maybe, but that’s only sex; and sometimes that’s enough– and sometimes… it’s not.

See, I came back to Maryland fixed– unbroken. My family knew, some old friends knew. But ultimately I needed a fresh beginning.

At first I thought these four people could’ve been just that. A new group of people for me to live a life with, get away from my parents and be an adult again. But instead, I was regressing; really regressing.

I know I don’t know them that well, but I’m already tired of lying– omitting or whatever I was doing. Did Denver ever ask me to not be myself? No. All he asked is that I kept a secret. But I realized now that this stupid fucking secret, was crushing me– having it’s way with me in the same way Denver would.

When Roman asked me on Thursday, “So Max, any hot babes to tell us about?” His eyebrows bobbed at me. The girls were already supplying us with a steady stream of drinks, the alcohol already working but I played it well.

My cheeks lit up, my eyes diverted to Denvers. “No.” I said, cursing under my breath that I couldn’t just speak freely.

“Oh come on, stop holding out on us.” Denver patted my back, a wicked smirk on his face.

I glared at him out of sight from Roman, “No one,” I spoke to both of them, “seriously.”

And that’s how conversations like that normally go. Even the girls have asked me, but typically they do in private; giving me an easier out then when Denver intervenes and makes a fool out of me. Go ahead, remind me why I like him again?

But that still didn’t stop me from having him over that same night, letting him ravish me; wanting to worship him. I was sick, I knew it.

And don’t even get me started on the *Emily situation*. It comes and goes with the flirts from her, typically only when Denver is around. But I knew what was happening, I knew I was just a pawn in a game of chess they were playing. I’d asked Denver about it, but he doesn't give straightforward answers. I’ve thought to ask Emily, but that would raise too many questions.

I felt lost. Stolen. Taken by the reins from a guy who didn't care.

Was it just sex? Meaningless, cold– extraordinary sex? Or could it be more? I guess I wouldn’t know unless I opened my damn mouth.

So I drew my phone that very morning, a surge of confident anger pulsing through me; and texted him.

*We need to talk.*

I went and took a long shower, debating how I’d put this to him; convincing myself I was willing to give this up– give him up.

With a towel around my waist I saw his response. *Craving more already?*

I fought the tug of a smile, *Can you meet me?* I skipped to the point, over the games.

*I can be over in twenty.* He replied.

And I kept it at that, not wanting to fall under his spell of flirting; his magic that so easily swayed my opinion. This time, I’d speak my mind– I had to.

Around twenty minutes passed before a knock on my door sent a blood curdling ripple through me. It was now, it was time. I opened the door to greet his presence.

He smirked at me, “A little early, don’t you think?” I still hadn’t learned the art of fighting the blush that ran so immediately to my cheeks, but turned and allowed him in; locking the door.

“We need to talk.” I said.

He pulled out a stool from my kitchen island, taking a seat and looking at me with tired eyes. “You mentioned.”

I swallowed thickly, that confidence draining under his gaze. I went to speak what I wanted, I just couldn’t. Instead I said, “Do you want some coffee? You look tired.”

He chuckled, “Sure.” So I rounded the island and began pouring him a cup from the already half full pot.

My back was turned to him, I couldn’t look at those eyes; “Cream and sugar?” I asked with a hefty inhale. But as I reached for my sugar jar, I felt it, those hands wrapping around my waist.

My body stiffened in place, my hands frozen in place. His breath lingered in my ear, “No sugar, *only cream*.” The whisper tingled down my neck.

I took a deep breath, setting down the mug; I can do this.

I turned to face him, our hips now together, his hands still on them. And I watched as his smirk disappeared, the lust leaving his eyes as I said; “I can’t keep this secret anymore.”

“What?” He backed away, a grimace on his face.

I sighed, “I mean– I can’t do the lying anymore, the secrecy.” His eyes fell heavy, brows furrowed. “I… I’m gay Denver, if you haven’t noticed. But all your friends– *my friends*, they think otherwise.”

“I never asked you to lie to them.” he retorted, leaning his back against the island in front of me, arms folded.

My eyes rolled involuntarily, my heart cracked a tiny bit; “No. You didn’t.” I ran a hand through my hair, “But if they know I’m gay, you wouldn’t come over anymore. Things would be different between us. You know that.”

“Who says?” He shook his head.

I laughed an unfriendly laugh, “Don’t act dumb Denver.” I shook my head too, “You don’t think it would raise questions? All the time we spend together? Us disappearing?”

His jaw tightened, “So what are you saying?”

“Im saying,” I sighed again, averting my gaze to the floor; “I wanna be myself again. I wanna be me again. And right now, these games you play with me are–”

He cut me off, “Who the fuck said you couldn’t be you?” My eyes snapped to him, he was angry– I could tell. “Me? I said that?” He scoffed, bouncing off the island and pacing away; “So I’m to blame for you not feeling yourself? That’s it?”

“I’m not blaming you.”

He laughed, “But you are.” He turned, “These games *I’m* playing?”

His rage drifted to me, his words playing me– again. “Yeah. The games *you’re* playing.” I walked up to him, “I want my friends to know who I am. I want my friends to know who I’m fucking. But they can’t. And that’s your fault.” I seethed through my teeth.

“Get the fuck outta my face.” he pushed at my shoulder dismissively, throwing his hands up to the air in a shrug; “Then go fuck someone else.”

He was on his way to the door, “Fine.” And he turned back to me with his hand on the doorknob, a look in those emerald eyes that I hadn’t seen before.

“*Fine.*” And he was gone.

I stared blankly at the door for a moment, only hurt and rage consuming me. But it didn’t take long before I regretted everything, my anger turning inwards– blaming myself.

“Fuck!” I yelled and kicked at my bar stool, knocking it to the ground with a thud. I threw my head in my hands, yanked at my hair in frustration. “Fuck.”

That Sunday was hard hitting to say the least. Yeah, I’ve known the guy for a week; but if you know anything about gay culture– you’d know what I mean when I say… I fucking fell for him.

I did. I really did.

The pool for us has always been small, smaller here than in Arizona. I’d never found someone who I could so easily be comfortable around, could so easily submit to; someone I could so easily fall for. And I fell hard.

He was on my mind the rest of the day, at the gym, at the grocery store– everywhere. But I knew I had to be strong, knew if I wanted some normalcy; I’d have to be me. Be Max.

And I had no clue what he may have said to the others, if he said anything at all. But I didn’t let that bother me, I couldn’t– not right now. So I stayed to myself for the day, ignoring texts and an invite from Emily to go out. I wanted to, they’d become my friends; all of them. Leah and I especially had gotten close over the week. If the girls weren’t working the same shift, Leah took the morning and Emily took the night; which left Roman, Leah, Denver and I often.

For the first time in the week, I went to bed… satisfied. Not in the fulfilled way of being taken by him, railed by him– but in a way that felt healing. A way that felt me.

It was the following Tuesday before I saw any of them again.

I wrapped up work and hit the gym as usual, surprised when I didn’t see the four congregated at the pool. So I went home, showered; and finally took the step of communication.

*What’re y'all up to tonight?* I texted Leah, knowing her and Emily had off Tuesdays.

I didn’t have to wait long. *Omg Max has returned! We’re actually getting ready to go out, wanna join?*

*I do*. I replied.

*Okay. Meet us here in like thirty, we’re going to Fed Hill.* She responded.

I smiled, I haven’t been there in forever. *Sounds good.*

My outfit for the night wasn’t particularly special, just some ripped dark jeans and a fitted white top; white shoes and a tan jacket. In the mirror I looked great, but inside my belly swarmed. What would I do when I see them? When I see him? Will I be acting natural, spilling the beans? I guess the night will only tell.

I walked over to the girls apartment around eight thirty, knocked on the door and was greeted by Emily. “Okay, Max!” She looked me up and down, “You sure clean up well.”

I laughed, walking in and hugging her; “I’m not *always* in shorts.” I teased my own style, even though shorts are the most comfortable; it’s just not the vibe for clubbing. Their living room was empty, “Where is everyone?” I asked.

“Boys will be here soon, come here.” She guided me towards her room where Leah was finishing her make-up at a vanity set. Still her arm clasped around me, a common ground for us at this point. “We’re about to be ready.”

“Hey Max!” Leah chirped, mascara in her hand; making that funny face girls make when applying it. I waved, taking a seat on Emily’s bed.

Emily already looked ready, but I guess she had accessories to add as she began pulling on rings and necklaces. “There better be cute boys out tonight.” She insisted while checking herself out in the mirror, then shooting me a flirtatious smile.

A flutter went through me, not from her obvious flirt; but from what I wanted to say. Back in Arizona, I’d agree; I’d join in that conversation. But here, now… my throat went dry.

“Stop acting like you aren’t gonna try screwing Denver.” Leah laughed, but clammed up after a menacing look that Emily shot her. “Shit.” She looked at me, then back to her friend. My eyes widened, eyebrows up. So the truth comes out– finally.

Emily sighed in defeat, “Okay, I’m sure Denver’s told you anyways. You guys share secrets just like we do.” Little did she know, “But yes, Denver and I have a… long and complicated history.”

I intervened, “I’ve heard.”

“I fucking knew it.” She whipped to me, rolling her eyes; “That boy can’t keep anything to himself.” Well wasn’t that the biggest lie. I laughed nervously, Leah and I sharing looks; “But whatever, I’m pretty sure he’s screwing someone else anyways.”

She turned back to the mirror, but I had to ask. “Why do you say that?” My heart rate spiked.

She groaned, turning to Leah then back to me, then back to the mirror. Another huff, “Well,” she started, “I don’t know, we were hooking up pretty often after we broke up.” Then she turned to me again with a pointed finger. “You keep this to yourself Max.” I nodded and she continued, “But recently he’s shown like zero interest so… there must be someone else. Right?”

“Definitely.” Leah agreed with her, “Denver’s a walking horndog, everybody knows that.”

Emily threw her hands up, “That’s what I’m saying.” She huffed again, fixing her hair; “So whoever this bitch is needs to get off my man.” Her words stung, hit me like a ton of bricks.

I stood from the bed, “I’m gonna opt out of this one.” They laughed, agreeing I was probably uncomfortable with the guy talk. And they weren’t completely wrong. So I walked down the hall to the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a sigh.

I am that “bitch” she so called it. Me. Max. My stomach lurched at the thought of her laying awake at night trying to figure out what’s wrong, trying to understand why Denver lost interest. And the answer was in front of her face, across the fucking street– in her fucking apartment.

I felt sick.

But there was a loud knock on the door. “Max, can you get that?” Emily piped from her room.

“Yeah!” I answered back, walking sluggishly to the door to open it. I readied myself, took a deep breath. I can do this. And I opened the door.

There they were– there he was.

“Oh shit!” Roman grabbed my shoulder and squeezed, “I didn’t know you were coming Max.” And he walked past and down the hall.

Then there was us. Me and him. I hadn’t seen him since our talk– our argument. I swallowed my nerves as I met his eyes. “Hey.”

“Hey.” he walked past me, not afraid of bumping my shoulder on his way in. Damn. I took another deep breath, closing the door and turning to where he followed after Roman. “Denver.” I spoke up and he stopped, turned on a heel and looked at me with nothing in those eyes. I shook my head, waited for Roman to be out of sight before whispering, “Is me being here a problem?”

He cracked a smile, an unfriendly one; “Do what you want.” He shrugged.

I tensed my jaw with a step forward, “I don’t wanna go out with someone that hates me.” The words left a bitter taste in my mouth– hate. Is that what he felt?

“I don’t hate you.” He rolled his eyes, “You’re being overdramatic.” I took another step forward.

I parted my lips, but nothing came out. I didn’t know what to say. “I…” I sighed, “Emily told me about you two. Told me that she thinks you’re screwing someone else.”

He silently laughed with a cracked smirk, “Duh.”

My face fell flat, “Another girl?” I don’t know what I was asking. Maybe just trying to free myself of the guilt.

His eyes rolled again, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” I took another step, closing the far gap between us.

“Denver I feel responsible for…” I lowered my whisper even further, peered down the hallway; “Tell me that I’m not the reason.” I looked into those green eyes.

He smirked, “*You want me to lie now, hm?*” The color in my face drained. The guilt, the shame– it was too much. “You know damn well it’s because of you. Who’s acting dumb now?”

My heartbeat quickened, I could feel my eyes begin to sting. No, I would not let that happen, not here. “You’re such a fucking dick.” I spat at him.

He scoffed, checking the coast behind him before leaning again into my ear; “I’ve had some time to think.” He took a breath, “And for a second I felt bad for you.” He leaned back, looking me in the eyes. “Not anymore.” And he turned to walk down the hallway.

I thought about leaving, just bailing on the whole night. But I wasn’t going to let him ruin me, ruin what I wanted– what I needed. Fuck that. Maybe I overstepped, maybe I shouldn’t have asked such a stupid question. But he was acting like an adult baby. He didn’t get what he wanted and now I’m punished for it. Excluded for it.

Not on my watch.

So eventually I joined them all in Emily’s room and kept the status quo, just avoiding any and all conversation with him. And soon, it was time to head out.

Leah claimed that she’d be DD, said she had to work the following morning and she shouldn’t drink that much. So us five piled in her car and I made sure that Emily sat in between Denver and I in the back.

It didn’t take long to get to the city and before I knew it, we were walking the streets and entering a club with neon lights. “Drinks!” Emily cheered, guiding my way to the bar like she knew the place like the back of her hand, and she might’ve.

I opened a tab for myself, I don’t think I could get through the night without some type of inebriation. I left the bar top with my gin and tonic in hand, observing the crowd of young adults dancing and talking. Hip hop blared through speakers, everyone was trying to talk over it. “Gonna find a date?” Leah yelled in my ear.

I turned to her, leaned in her ear and yelled; “I don’t know.” Still trying to act normal. Though I wasn’t going to force myself to talk to a girl again, not for Denver; not for anybody. If I found a date tonight– it would be a man.

“What’s your type? I’ll help you search!” She yelled back to me, already trying to buzz herself before she had to sober up and take us home.

At that moment, I was done lying. Done pretending.

I smirked, happy with myself; “Tall and handsome.” She reared back to meet my eyes, eyebrows knit together. I shrugged.

“Wait…” she didn’t need to yell, I could read it off her lips; “Are you gay?” I nodded my head, searching the crowd for a potential suitor. “That’s fucking awesome!” She yelled into my ear, grabbed my hand and pulled us towards a back door where people congregate to smoke.

The air was chilling, “What?” I asked her.

She shook her head in disbelief, “Are you like, fucking with me?” Her eyes wide. I shook my head no as she looked even more confused, “But you never said anything?”

“You never asked.” It was a half-lie. There were many times they’d asked questions that could’ve solicited the truth, just never *the* question.

She smiled, “I guess you’re right.” And she hugged me, squeezing tight. “Am I the first you’re telling?” She backed away, “Cause I don’t think Emily knows this.”

I laughed too, “Out of you four, yes.” Another half-lie, “It takes me a little to be comfortable enough to say it. You can understand that, right?”

She nodded, smiling ear to ear. “This is the best news I’ve gotten all week. I knew we liked you for a reason.” She grabbed my hand to drag me back inside but I stopped her.

“Wait.” she turned back to me, “Roman and Denver…” I paused, “How will they feel?” But really I was just asking about Roman.

She laughed again, “Wait you don’t know?” I furrowed my brows, “Roman’s brother is gay,” she shook her head in assurance; “and Denver. I don’t think Roman would consider him his best friend if he wasn’t cool with it.”

I smiled this time, a true real smile. “Okay.”

“Okay!” She held out her beer glass, to which I clinked my rocks glass to; “To Max!”

“To me.” We smiled and gulped at our drinks.

After returning inside, a boost of confidence fell over me. Leah knew, and she was cool with it– more than cool with it. I had no doubt Emily would feel the same, Roman had a gay brother and Denver… well I knew he didn’t care. I figured Leah would spread the news for me and I didn’t care if she did. That’s just less work I have to do.

But still, as I said; our pool is small. And it's hard to point a gay man out in a room filled with people. Well, if they’re anything like me. Now don’t get me wrong, I hold no hatred for the flamboyance; it’s just not for me.

So as I got drink after drink, alcohol coursing through my veins; the potential list of suitors just grew and grew. Likely none of them were gay, but all of them were hot. And I learned in college how to handle rejection. I had no problem with asking.

There was a man surrounded by a group of girls, bouncing and dancing and not staring at any of them. Possibly a friend? Possibly gay. I wouldn’t know unless I asked. I put on a brave face and shimmied my way over, making direct eye contact a few times. He was built, taller than me; darker than me.

I finally got next to him, “Hi.” I smiled at him.

“Hi.” he smiled back, our eyes doing more of the talking.

I leaned into his ear. “I like your shirt, fits you well.” He laughed, mouthing a thank you before leaning into my ear.

“I’d have to say the same.” Well this was going well, except I noticed how his eyes darted across the room every so often, meeting mine and smiling again. Maybe I was too drunk to care, or too drunk to notice at first but eventually I followed where he looked.

A brooding Denver posted in the distance, leaning against the bar with a blonde girl around his arm. “Do you know him?” He asked me after I looked.

I rolled my eyes, “Sorta.”

“Well, he hasn’t stopped looking at you. And he’s fine as hell.” I found it weird that he’d be offering another guy in the distance to me over himself, but I just rolled my eyes again.

“He’s straight.” I lied, “He’s probably looking at one of your friends.” I motioned to the girls around us. He nodded his head, but didn’t stop looking over my shoulder here and there. And I got to say, even though Denver royally pissed me off– really hurt my feelings. I took pride in thinking he really might be looking at me– might be jealous.

So I slung an arm around the shoulder of this random man, “What’s your name by the way?” I asked him.

“Corey. You?” Our lips were inches apart, his free hand now around my waist.

I smirked, “Max.” And I licked my lips, relishing in the burning desire within my pants. Was it for this guy? For Corey? Or was it for Denver? I didn’t care.

I pressed my lips to his, letting the warmth of him seep into me; letting me be me– finally.

He broke away, “Do you have plans later?” I shook my head. “I live like ten minutes from here, did you wanna come over?”

I smiled, “Sure.” And he excused himself to close his tab at a different bar top. And I remembered I should probably do the same.

The liquor must’ve taken its toll the past few minutes, shit I couldn’t even remember how many drinks I had; or where my friends were. But I made it to the bar top, leaning my elbows on the table and waited for the bartender. “Maxxx!” Emily and Leah appeared from out of the blue.

I smiled at them, wonky and clearly drunk and dazed. “Emily, have you found a man yet?” I’m unsure why that was the first thing from my lips. They both laughed but Leah grabbed my arm.

“We saw you over there with that guy…” they’re smiles grew with mine and I knew Leah had told Emily; “He’s cute.”

I locked eyes with Leah, “Very.” But I could see the color drain from her face a little, her smile fade.

“How many drinks have you had?” She asked me, questioning me like a mother.

I shrugged, “Who cares?” I turned to the bartender who was passing, “Tab please!”

“Oh he’s drunk drunk.” I heard her speak to Emily as if I weren’t there.

I turned to them with a look of irritation, “So what?” So what if I was drunk? So what if I was finally having a good time? I was free– I was me.

“Maybe we should get home?” Emily patted my arm in concern.

I pulled it away from her, “I wish you'd stop touching me.” And her face fell too. “I’m going to Corey’s place tonight.” I returned my gaze to the bartender who sat my card and receipt on the table. Eight fucking drinks, Jesus Christ.

“Okay absolutely not.” Leah piped up, “First off, don’t speak to her like that and second off, you aren’t going home with anyone but us in this condition.” She was mothering me again.

I scoffed, signing my bill and shoving my card in my pocket. “Max does what Max wants.” My words were crazy slurring as I spun towards them, looks of angry concern on their faces.

“I’ll get Roman, stay here.” Leah whispered, but I heard it.

I rolled my eyes again, I wasn’t a child. “Leah, just let me have some fun, will ya’?” I snarled.

“I’m Emily.” Her eyes widened as she gripped my arm stronger, “And we’re friends. Friends don’t let friends act like this.”

I laughed, “Denver gets to act however he wants.” I spat.

She shook her head, “Where is this coming from?” But Leah and Roman returned before I could answer– before I said something really stupid.

“Oh buddy.” Roman laughed and put an arm around my shoulder. “Who’s the special guy?”

I smiled, finally someone who gets it; “He’s over there somewhere.” I pointed to nowhere in particular.

“Corey right?” I perked up to his name. I nodded, “I know Corey, good guy. He’s waiting outside for you, come on.” And he led me to the front doors.

“Thank you man.” I slurred again, “The girls just don’t get it.” I admitted, feeling grateful in the moment for Roman’s understanding.

“All good brother.” He cooed in my ear as we exited the building, stepping into the fresh air. “Denver, handle this please. I’m taking the girls home.”

Suddenly my eyes popped, my senses rushed back. Denver was standing in front of me, arms crossed.

“What the fuck?” I stepped back but he grabbed me, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Denver smirked down to me, hands tight against my wrists. “Handling you.”

I shook my head, grimacing at him. “Absolutely not. Let go of me.”

“Why?” He tilted his head, “So you can make a fool of yourself? So you can follow some stranger home?” His voice was dangerously close.

I pushed at him, “Why do you care? Why do any of you care?” I felt trapped again, not me again.

“Because the girls are worried. Roman’s worried.” I kept shaking my head, kept trying to get away from him. “I’m worried.”

And I stopped the struggle, went rigid in my skin and looked at him; the world spinning around him.

“You don’t care about me.” I spoke what I thought was the truth. I didn’t care if it made me look stupid, didn’t care if it hurt his feelings. It was true.

He gripped tighter, “Not true.”

And my eyes started to burn, my legs began to melt. “Please,” I looked down, done fighting. “Just let me go.”

“But the uber’s already on its way.” I groaned at his words, at his voice. That voice that struck a chord in me that he had no business striking. “And you’ll be paying me back for it too.”

I flung my head up, looking into those emerald eyes. The fight may have fled but my hurt, my anger– that was still there. “More payment?” I spat at him. He smirked at me, he had control over me. “Corey said you were staring at me. Is that true?”

He laughed, “Will you calm the fuck down?” I settled my nerves, laxed my shoulders and nodded. “Yes, it’s true.”

“Why?” I demanded.

Now he rolled his eyes, “So many questions tonight.”

“Answer me.” I demanded again.

He sighed, easing the grip he held me with, those eyes of his swirling to something else. “Because I didn’t like that you were talking to that guy.” He admitted, really admitted in a whisper.

But I still scoffed, “That’s just brilliant.” my words were menacing, “You? Jealous? Of me?”

He gripped me tighter again, “*Is that so hard to believe?*” He used that tone again, his head tilted with a smirk on his lips.

I swallowed, taking a shaky breath; “Jealous of your secret? What sense does that make?” I spat at him, I didn’t care what I said at that point. I’d speak my mind– all of it.

“Maybe none. Maybe all of it.” He cocked his head to the other side, “I didn’t realize I needed permission to be jealous.” He breathed.

I sucked at my lips, tensed my jaw; “I told you how I felt, and you didn’t care.” My voice came out small, tiny. “You’re not allowed to care now.” His smirk faded, his eyes dropped. “I just wanted to be me again, Max fucking Harrison. And you took it from me. You didn’t let me have that. You stole it, you twisted it.” His eyes swirled with sorrow, I could tell he started to feel bad. I didn’t care. “I don’t know what the fuck you are Denver. Gay or bi or whatever the fuck. But I know what I am. And you tried to control it.”

The world fell silent around us, the night air; the streetlights– it didn’t exist right now. It was just me and him, my eyes and his.

He took a shaky breath, “I’m sorry.”

I wanted to keep going, I wanted to be mad. But those words came and I didn’t expect them. Since when did Denver apologize?

He gripped tighter, shaking me slightly; “I’m sorry, okay.” His heat radiated through me, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

Three times. He said it three times. *I’m sorry*.

“Just take me home.” I breathed out, done with this conversation.

I could feel the way he wasn’t done though, the way he craved to explain more. Maybe he was sorry, maybe he did mean it. But he said what he said, did what he did.

“Okay.” He let me go, staring at me as I decided if I should run or not. But I didn’t, I couldn’t.

We stood in silence as we waited for the uber. Sat in silence inside the uber. And when we arrived at our complex, we got out and stared silent even more.

I breathed heavily, the intoxication well subsided. I mean– I was still drunk, but not to the extent of earlier. “Okay, goodnight.” And I brushed past him.

“No, thank you?” He questioned from behind me. I kept walking, flicking him off as I went. “No, I accept your apology?”

I turned at my lobby door, realizing he’d followed me there. “*Thank you*.” And I walked inside, he still followed me. I walked the stairs, he was right behind me. I fumbled for my keys, he was still behind me.

“Looking for these?” He dangled my keys in front of his face. I went to snatch them but he held them above his head. “Now I wanna talk.” My eyes met his.

“About what?” I seethed.

“About us.” He cooed, and I’d be lying if I said the rage hadn’t faded, if instead– my heart melted. Us?

I rolled my eyes, “Fine.” And he unlocked my door for me, us both entering my quiet apartment. When the door shut and we were truly alone, I asked; “What?”

“Is sorry not enough for you?” He shook his head. I just continued to roll my eyes, it seems I’ve been doing that a lot around him. “What do you want from me?”

I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him, “I want some fucking space.”

“Not gonna happen.” He was deadpanned, serious in all aspects.

I knit my brows together, looked him up and down; “You realize you’re in my apartment, right?”

He nodded, “And you realize I won’t be leaving until we resolve this, right?” He retorted.

We were both stubborn, both wanting the same thing but both equally irritated with each other. If I wanted space, why couldn’t he accept that? Why bug me? Why annoy me?

“Denver,” I was exhausted with fighting, exhausted with defending; “I’m going to put the truth out there. Right now.”

He nodded, his hands in the air; “Please do.”

I took a heavy breath, “I like you. So there. Is that you fucking wanted? I like you Denver. But you’ll never like me, not like that– not the way I want. And now everyone knows I’m gay. They’re cool with it, awesome. But what about you? Are you gonna hang around a faggot now? Go over to his apartment late at night? I highly fucking doubt it.” My breathing was uncontrollable.

He looked confused, hurt even– before saying; “But I’m here right now.”

I shook my head, “You know what I mean.”

“Are you gonna let me speak?” He asked, “I let you.” So I nodded and he continued. “And you’re wrong.” He shook his head, “I *do* like you, isn’t that obvious? Is it the way you want? Well I don’t know what you fucking want. So what the hell?” he threw his hands in the air. “Am I out? No. Am I ready? No. But I *do* like you. So stop saying I don’t.”

The room fell quiet, we just stared.

I finally said, “Okay.”

“Okay?” He knit his brows.

I breathed out, “I accept your apology.” I admitted. If that’s the truth, if he’s telling the truth. Did I expect him to come out overnight? Love me overnight?

He swallowed, concern in his eyes. “Why do I get the feeling you don't?”

“I do.” I said, walked up to him; just a foot away. “If everything you just said is true. I do.”

A small smirk threatened his lips, “I’ve only told the truth with you.” And to that I smiled too.

I was surprised with the hug he wrapped me in, the tender; caring hug I melted into. He was warm, he was it– all I ever wanted. Why did this seem too good to be true?

He pulled away and lifted my chin with his hand, “Do I get to kiss you now?” I smiled, nodded– and he planted his lips firmly into mine, his hips grazing over mine. I felt it all.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, he pulled me close. It was happening all over again, a repeat from nights before but I didn’t care. This time I knew what I was dealing with, this time I knew who he was– and who I was. This is what I wanted.

He is who I wanted– *Denver.*

[sirhenrys-blog]

My straight neighbour. Part 2

His eyes were heavy, mouth parted and slick with sweat on his brows; “*What a prize.*” He smirked with his hand still tangled in my hair.

I could only smile and lick my lips at his cum that ran down my face. Jesus Christ he was sexy, and he didn’t lie either– nothing about that was *easy*.

And before I could even form words, he leaned his face down to me, his hair just barely tickling my forehead; and whispered, “*Be a good boy and lose the jeans.*”

He let go of me, leaning back into the couch as I processed what he said. Were we not done? Was he not done? It didn’t matter at that moment, his voice was enough for me. It was something about the way his already deep voice rasped when he whispered, when he ordered me to do these dirty things for him.

To think, just hours ago I was fantasizing about a moment like this, a moment with him.

I ripped off my shirt first and wiped my face, following his eyes that followed my every movement. I stood from my knees, trembling at the sight of him biting his lower lip; and started tugging my jeans down to my ankles and stepping out of them.

I knew my hard on was raging in my boxers, twitching at every blink in his eyes but I stayed focused; obeying his orders.

Now he licked at his lips, grazing his pink tongue across his pearly white teeth. “Come here.” He outstretched a hand to take mine, pulling me back into him, straddling him once again.

My bulge sat right in his abdomen, crushing against his rock hard body as I felt the length of him hardening again underneath me. Our faces were close, inches apart; “That was so fucking hot.” I reminded him. I needed him to know I was in this as much as he was, even if my raging length wasn’t sign enough.

He cracked a smile, drifting his hands up my bare sides; flicking his thumbs over my nipples. “*Yeah?*” His cock tensed underneath me as he brought his lips once again to my ear, licking and biting and earning a shudder of tingles down my being; “*That was only a taste,*” one of his hands wrapped around my back, sliding down and underneath the waistband of my boxers; “*want the full course?*”

I let out a shaky breath as his fingers drifted in between my cheeks, his other hand massaging my nipple; his mouth licking down my jawline. “Yes.” I whimpered.

“*Mmm.*” He moaned into my neck, flicking a finger at my hole. “Yes, *sir.*” He corrected me.

I couldn’t help the smirk that snuck to my lips, “*Yes, sir.*” I breathed out.

The sucking at my neck ended abruptly and his darkened face met mine, “*Good boy*.” His cock twitched again, “*I own you tonight, understand?*”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinded further into his crotch, “Yes, sir.”

A devilish smirk took to his lips right before he smashed them into mine, intertwining our tongues as both of his hands now dug in my boxers, groping– squeezing.

I moaned into his roughness, the nails that dug into my backside; the bites to my lip that had me buckling on top of him. His fingers spread my cheeks apart, smushed them together; again and again and again.

He threw my body to the side, landing my back on the couch as he stalked over top of me; fully naked but for his shirt and socks. And like he read my mind, he straddled my torso and flung his shirt in the distance, not a care where it landed. He attacked my neck again, sliding his tongue across my collar bone; sucking at my nipples– earning moan after moan through rugged breaths.

He made his way to the waistband of my boxers where my own length lurched for his touch, yearning to be let free. He shot me a wicked grin before tugging at them, revealing my raging hard cock that sprung and flipped onto my bare stomach. His eyes left mine and only appreciated the sight before him, my trimmed and cut; six inch dick that dwindled to nothing in comparison to his.

“*Cute.*” He smirked down at it, bringing his tongue to where my balls met my base and licked. Goosebumps trickled down my body as he licked from the bottom to my tip, swirling his tongue around and facing me with those darkened green eyes. I felt like I could bust at any moment, just one more lick; one more look– I’d be done. But he stopped, lifting my boxers up and over and letting the waistband snap onto my raging boner. “*Go do what you gotta do.*” He ordered while leaning back.

I knew what he meant, but I was frozen in place at the beauty of his physique looking down to me. “*Now.*” He demanded. So I lifted off the couch, and he made sure to plant a swift smack to my ass as I sauntered down the hall to the bathroom.

It didn’t take me long, I made sure to not keep him waiting. But in the few minutes it took me; I dissected every detail of what had transpired. This random man I met at the pool, this straight man I thought. This gorgeous, hunk of a man waited outside my door to fuck me. The thought kept me excited, kept me rock hard as I got ready for him. I would’ve never guessed the ferocity of his switch, the switch from Denver– to *sir*.

But I hurried out of the bathroom when I was done, rounded the corner to the living room where he sat patiently; his cock standing straight up with both hands stroking it. He smirked at my presence, stood from his spot as I walked my way over to him.

He pulled my hips into his, snaking his hands in my boxers; “*What a good boy you are.*” He purred into my ear with a squeeze at my ass. “*On your knees.*”

I obeyed and dropped to the floor, staring up at his chiseled body and full length. His hands grabbed my head, one in my hair and the other at my jaw. His cock rubbed along my cheek as he slid a thumb between my lips, I opened for him, letting his thumb push down on my teeth and extend my jaw.

He aimed his cock at my mouth again and slid it in, craning his neck as he pushed halfway inside.

“*Who’s got the biggest cock?*” He looked down to me, slightly bobbing his dick in and out. I wrapped my arms around his muscled thighs, squeezing as my answer. But instead he smacked me across the cheek, hard enough to sting but light enough to not knock me down. “*I said, who’s got the biggest cock?*”

I took that as he wanted me to try and speak it, so I tried. But as you could imagine, nothing but gurgles came out of my mouth. His smile only grew and he slid his cock further down my throat as I started to gag. “*What’d ya say?*” He taunted me, thrusting in further as I tried again to answer him. “*I can’t hear you.*” He smacked me again as I gurgled words, slime spilling out the side of my lips.

He finally pulled out, “*Hm?*” he asked again with a hand around my throat and his thumb still keeping my mouth open, his head tilted in question.

“You, sir.” I spoke quietly, my throat starting to burn from the abuse.

He let his cock linger at the entrance to my mouth, “*And who’s gonna fuck you senseless?*”

“You, sir.” My heart rate quickened at his choice words, all of the excitement bubbling to the surface.

He shoved his cock in again, using a hand on the back of my head to bring my lips to his base; my chin on his balls. “*Damn right, I am*.” I sputtered at the force, gagging again and again and fighting not to spill my guts.

He let go, let me sink my ass to the floor; heaving, coughing. He smacked me again and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly, then pulled away to spit right on my face.

“*Bedroom, now*.” He helped me up with a hand under my arm and I guided us down the hall to my bedroom. I went to flick on the light but he stopped me, “No lights.”

I obliged, yet wondered why silently. Was it that he didn’t want to see me? Didn’t want to watch me?

But he read my mind again as I closed the door behind him, “I’ll see you perfectly fine in the moonlight.” He gripped my wrist and pinned me against the closed door, *“I want you to feel me, understood?*”

I took a sharp breath, “Yes, sir.” And he was right, we could still see with my single window letting in the moonlight, could still see the smirk on his lips.

He attacked my lips again, rumbling the door in its frame as our bodies crashed further into it. He grabbed at my thigh to which I willingly let him wrap around his waist. He picked me up with ease, our lips still tangled together; and landed us on my bed.

I felt crushed under his heavy, muscled weight. But I wouldn’t dare object to his routine. His hard length now pressed into mine, right in between my legs; pressing moans out of me with each deliberate twitch.

He grabbed hold of my hair again, craning my neck back in the bed as he ravaged my neck with kisses and bites; holding me steady as my breathing fell hard and rugged.

But in an instant he flipped our bodies, pulling my waist into his and breaking free of my neck; “*Lose the boxers.*” He seductively whispered.

I obeyed of course, ripping them off me and resuming my straddle around him, my now bare ass pressed into him, slick with slime from my throat. His hands traveled around my waist, bucking his hips into me.

I looked down at his figure, darker and shaded; strips of moonlight cascading across his body from the blinds. I gripped his torso and started to buck too– no, grind into his shredded body. His hands found my ass and smacked, pulling my cheeks apart and flicking a finger over my hole. He smirked at the shudder that went over me.

He withdrew his hand and brought it to my face, “*Suck.*” He ordered my mouth around his index, then his middle finger– then soon all four fingers were pumping in and out of my mouth.

His other hand pulled on my ass again while his now glistening fingers trailed to my hole and pressed, just one popped in and I moaned out a breath. Another smack and a grunt, he began sliding his finger in and out.

And when he added a second, I bucked away out of instinct which earned another smack. “*Fucking take it boy,*” he slid both fingers in and out, “*enjoy it while you can*.”

I moaned again above him, “Yes, sir.” I purred into more grinding; letting him pull and twist his fingers inside me. It’s all I craved to feel, him inside me– now.

And when they got dry, just after a minute or so; he slid them out and back into my mouth. “*Fuck yeah.*” He moaned as he slipped his fingers in my warm throat, “*Taste it and like it.*”

I sucked at my own flavor, not much of anything but his words made it hot; made it sexy.

He slapped my ass again with his other hand and flipped us, his torso now in between my legs that wrapped around him; his cock laying on top of mine. I held my breath, bracing. “*Last chance to back out.*” He grunted, hands on my shoulders and leaning into my ear he whispered…

“*I don’t stop when I start.*”

He took a violently guttural breath through his nose, sending a chill down my spine that arched my back. I whimpered into his neck; “*Take me*.”

I could feel the breathy smirk take to his lips, graze across my ear and down my jaw; “*Good answer*.”

And he used a hand to line his slimy cock at my hole, his other hand on my chest; and dear God the look on his face as he entered inside me…

He grunted, “*Mmm,*” with just the tip popping inside, breaking open my walls as my face contorted in pain and pleasure. “*Loosen up for me baby*.” He spoke through his teeth, pushing and pushing until my senses gave in.

His cock slammed balls deep into me, “Ahh!” I moaned at the sudden burst of pain, the insatiable feeling of him tearing me wide open. His hand moved to my throat, squeezing at the sides.

He slid out with a wicked smile, tightened his grip on my throat and rammed inside me; “*Feel that?*” He moaned loud, another trust; then another. “*Hm?*” He squeezed tighter.

My face was bright red, my body still trying to comprehend the force behind him; “Yes, sir.” I croaked, but couldn’t think of any other words; not with him on top of me– not with him inside me.

Both of his hands now took to my neck, clasped around the back with his thumbs pressing the sides. I could barely breathe, just enough for him– that’s what he wanted.

He thrusted again, another moan.

He knew what he was doing, that much was certain. He had a spell over me– a magic that I turned into putty for.

Another trust, another moan.

The pain was subsiding, the pleasure was climbing; my dick raged in the air between our bodies.

He didn’t lie, not once tonight. He didn’t stop, he wouldn’t let up; his force only grew stronger and stronger.

I was running out of air. My face beet red and gasping, hands clenched in my sheets; toes curling in ecstasy.

He finally let go and I took a much needed gulp of air as he leaned his head forward, biting at my nipples; railing my hole.

But he pulled out, smacked my ass and grunted; “*All fours*.”

My body was tired, I was tired– but I obeyed. I turned around with the guidance of his hands that now arched my back, another hand around my neck; the other planted firmly on my spine.

He slammed into me, “Fuck!” I yelped. He smacked me for it, furiously sliding his cock in and out. The sound of his balls slapping my ass was loud, louder than his grunts– louder than our breathing.

“*Mmmm, fuck*.” He moaned into a heavy thrust, twitching his cock inside me and leaving his balls against my skin. “*Take. That. Shit*.” He thrusted harder and harder with each word.

My body was caving, my cock was spazzing.

“*You love this shit, don’t you?*” Another thrust.

“Yes, sir.” I whispered into my sheets.

“*You love my cock, don’t you?*” Again.

“Yes, sir.” I said it louder.

He moaned again, a primal-like noise that sent me over the edge; “*You want this cum inside you, don’t you?*”

I moaned along with him, “Yes, sir!” I was close– so close.

And with a final thrust, I felt the shake of his body; the shudder in his breath– and his seed filled inside me.

“*Fuuuuck!*” He moaned out. And with the warm liquid spurting inside, it was enough to send me over the edge– and I too came, all over my sheets.

We were both out of breath, both slick with sweat– his cock still inside me.

It took us a minute to steady our breathing, a minute for him to pull out of me and flip me over. He admired the pool of cum next to us– my cum. And he leaned real close, lips just inches away from mine; “And I didn’t even have to touch it.”

I smiled and he closed the gap, kissing me intensely.

I ended up running to the bathroom to empty myself of him, returning to my sheets bundled on the floor and him naked across my empty bed.

“You didn’t have to do that for me.” I walked to the edge of the bed.

He smirked up at me, pulling my hand so that I joined him; “Oh, but I did.”

We both chuckled, now laying together with nothing on. “I–” I paused, but decided to say it anyway, “I didn’t think you were gay?”

He let out a laugh, a hearty laugh; “Who says I’m gay?”

I shook my head and let the thought brush past, truthfully I didn’t care what he was; what he said he was. All I know is that he fucked me exactly how he said he would– *senseless*.

He squeezed an arm around my waist, “Your bed is comfy.” I laughed at his ode to earlier, “But mine is better.”

“Oh yeah?” I questioned, staring up at the ceiling fan; warm in his arms.

He kissed my head tenderly, “Oh yeah, *much better.*”

And we laid in silence for some time, passing it with small talk and random conversation; going over the past thirty minutes. I was comfortable, truly comfortable in his presence. His voice was soothing at times like these, but demanding and sexy when needed. I’m sure you saw.

“Did you wanna spend the night maybe?” I asked, hoping he’d oblige.

He squeezed me again, “Sadly, I don’t want to tip anyone off.” He leaned up and sat at the edge, “Truthfully I should get going.”

I don’t know if it read across my face, or he read my mind again; “No one knows about this side of me.” He stated, looking back at me with unnerving eyes. “Not that I didn’t enjoy every second of this,” he nudged my leg playfully, “because that would be a lie.”

But a part of me thought about what that meant, what this meant.

“*Can you keep a secret for me?*” He whispered, back to that seductive voice of before.

I nodded, “I can.”

“Good.” He stood up and walked around the bed, gesturing to me to follow him in the hall. “I’d hate to have to *punish* you.”

I chuckled into the hall after him, following him around my apartment as he picked his clothes to put back on. “And what kind of punishment would that be?” I teased back, knowing his empty threat was just that– empty.

He smirked back at me, “Wait and find out.”

“Okay, then.” I folded my arms as he put on his clothes.

He walked up to me when he was done, snaking those hands around my waist again and pulling me close. “But seriously,” he looked me up and down; “no one can know.”

“Got it.” I answered him.

He leaned down and kissed me, squeezing my bare ass again in the process. “Give me your phone.” And I did, finding it on the counter and handing it over, “There’s my number...” He stated and handed my phone back to me, “I’m hoping we can do this again Max.”

“Me too.” I escorted him to the door.

He opened it and leaned in again, placing a soft kiss on my cheek; “Goodnight.”

And he was gone, leaving me naked in my apartment with my phone in my hand. When I looked down at it, another blush ran to my cheeks.

*Yes Sir*, is how he saved his number in my phone. And I had no plan on changing it.

My straight neighbor likes to use me

[sirhenrys-blog]

Gay story novel

My straight neighbor put his cock down my throat

Figured you guys would enjoy this true story of what happened last year, June 2023.

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I (22m) just moved back to my hometown after graduating university. Fortunately, I secured a remote job in my field and was able to move into my very own apartment for the first time just a month after returning home. And it’s been great, being back in Maryland. The past four years I’ve been in Arizona, studying and soaking in the sun. But Maryland; Ellicott City to be specific– that’s home to me.

The last month or so of catching up with friends and family has been comforting, though it's been nice to now settle into a place of my own and start a life outside of my childhood bedroom.

A sunny Sunday rolled around after a week of steady rain; and I for one was excited to lounge by the pool that I’d only been to once since moving in. I changed into swim trunks and a white shirt, grabbed my bag pre-packed with a book and light snack; and headed out to the common area. Only a short walk from my front door, around five minutes and I buzzed my key card at the gate to the pool.

There were a few people, luckily no children, and a cozy spot in the corner getting all the sunshine. I stripped out of my shirt, letting the afternoon sun beat down on me; though it’s nothing as strong as the blistering light of Arizona. I laid into the lounge chair with my hands folded behind my head, closing my eyes and enjoying the warmth.

I relaxed a while, only opening my eyes to scan the pool as I heard new voices emerge from the gate and splashes in the pool. I didn’t know anybody here, not yet at least. And I kept to myself mostly, not that I’m anti-social but you know– I’m new.

Though a sudden chill and block of light had my eyes reopening and adjusting to the figure standing in front of me, “Hey! Sorry to bother, you aren’t using this chair are you?” A toned, blonde haired girl pointed at the chair next to me; shading her eyes with her hand.

I shaded my own eyes too, “No bother, you can take it.” I smiled. And she thanked me, dragging the chair just a foot away towards a group of three other ones. I guess she’s having some friends join her.

And no more than a few minutes, I heard bustling voices come through the gate. Another girl with long red hair and two men following behind her. They met with the blonde and began unpacking their things, though my focus remained on one of them in particular– a tall, olive skinned man.

He had his arm around one of the girls, *figures*; but eventually sat down in one of the chairs and started unpacking towels and coolers. I didn’t want to be caught staring but he was undeniably attracting my gaze. I could make out faint lines of tattoos on his thighs and up his forearm, bright white teeth that glimmered in the sun. I looked away before I was caught.

Now he was hot. Not that I don’t normally spot eye-candy, just at that moment I felt more exposed with only swimming trunks on; like the spotlight of the sun was only focused on me. I had to pull on my shorts and draw my knees upwards, flattening the bulge that was slightly forming in them.

I needed a distraction, preferably one that wasn’t over six foot and exactly my type. So I pulled out my book; Crown of Midnight, and sank my teeth into the world of Sarah J Mass.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still sneaking glances to my right, curious to see what the group was doing. But eventually the book grabbed my attention, leading me into a fit of page turn after page turn.

Until, “Throne of Glass?” A girl’s voice rang next to me. I marked my sentence with a thumb and turned, facing the red haired girl with squinted eyes. “Sorry,” she smiled; “I’ve read like all her books.”

I smiled too, “I’m working on ‘em, yeah.”

“Have you read ACOTAR?” she asked.

But before I answered, the tall man teased; “Oh, here we go again.”

I chuckled, “I have. It’s the only reason I’m reading this series.”

Her eyes beamed in excitement, “Literally none of my friends will read it,” she playfully smacked the man next to her; “I didn’t mean to bother you, I was just curious.”

I reached for my bookmark and settled it in the crease, closing the book and turning more towards her. “Me too, and I don’t get why.”

Me and this girl ended up fangirling over the author and series and everything in between. She shared her name, Emily, and introduced her other friends. Leah was the blonde from before and the shorter of the two guys was Roman, her boyfriend. The tall man, the really sexy man; his name was Denver. And I made note that she didn't introduce him as her boyfriend.

I introduced myself as well, explaining I just moved in and was excited to be back from Arizona. But halfway through our conversation, I couldn’t help but notice that the two boys stood up in their own conversation and walked to the edge of the pool. I didn’t make it obvious, the way I followed the muscle in his legs as he walked; the gleam of sweat on his muscled back.

“We’re actually having a little party later at our apartment, wanna come?”

I relaxed a bit, realizing now that she was so clearly just being nice and friendly and I can’t remember the last party I’d been to. “For sure.” I responded, silently hoping Denver would also be there too. And we both exchanged numbers.

“Join us in the pool?” She asked as she handed my phone back to me with a smile.

I wasn’t planning on actually getting in, but I obliged and sat on the ledge, hanging my legs into the crisp water. My eyes followed the two guys in the pool, seltzers in their hands as they talked; their pecs just slightly bobbing above the waterline.

“Did she annoy you yet?” He spoke, breaking my silent concentration on their bodies that I hoped to God they didn’t notice.

I met with his eyes, deep green and squinted in the sun. “Not at all.” I laughed, to which he followed with his own teasing chuckle. They sure did act like a couple, I just hoped they weren’t. Though I’m sure it didn’t matter much considering he was giving all the signs of a straight man.

Though he did look at me again, I’d like to think it was up and down but probably not; then offered. “Want a drink, man?” He held his can in the air with a head tilt.

I smiled, “Sure.” And before I knew it, he was swimming to the ledge next to me, sitting his can on the pavement and using his forearms to lift himself out of the water. He ran to the cooler and asked me if I had a preference which I shook my head to.

He brought me a can and took a seat next to me on the ledge, “Denver.” He stuck out his hand much bigger than mine for a formal greeting, to which I obliged and shook.

“Max.” I said into the handshake, relishing in his strong grip and silently cursing him for sitting so close that his thigh just barely touched mine.

He smirked, “Coming to the party tonight?”

“I think so.” I cracked the can and took a long swig, bracing the tingles of cherry flavored carbonation. He nodded to that and slid back into the water, turning and grabbing his drink once again.

“It’s about time someone young moved in here.” He took a long swig too, exposing the stubble along his jaw and neck and adam's apple. “Too many old fuckers.”

I laughed at his choice words, “Do you live here too?”

“I do, with Roman.” He pointed at his friend who was busy carrying his girlfriend on his shoulders; “The girls throw the parties though, their apartment is nicer.”

I nodded my head, taking another swig.

I eventually joined them in the water, mostly to hide the obvious attraction in my shorts and because the sky was only getting hotter. I learned that the four have been friends since highschool and all of what they did for work. The girls were bartenders and the boys worked together for Roman’s father’s construction company; that does explain their physique, I noted.

Another note, there was an obvious tension between Denver and Emily; almost like they’d dated before or maybe friends with benefits? Lucky girl. Meanwhile Roman and Leah seemed to live in their own bubble at times, pretty extreme on the PDA.

It didn’t take long before my stomach was rumbling and I excused myself from the pool. My– *hardening* situation seemed to dwindle the longer I stayed in the water and was glad for it. So I dried off and wrapped the towel around me, only planning to stay a few more minutes before I left to find food. And from my chair I watched, feeling less like a stalker now that they knew me.

Denver was… irresistible. His dark hair would spike up as it dried in the heat and his skin glowed under the beat of the sun. He was exactly my type, tall and tan, thick with muscle and workmanship; hair that grew from the hem of his shorts and beyond– just perfect.

But I had an inkling he was straight, and to me that was pretty typical.

At last I grabbed my things and waved goodbye, to which they all waved back. I needed food, I was starving. When I got to my apartment I immediately rummaged through my fridge, pulling out leftover chicken and rice and homemade pico.

After eating, I ran to the shower, turned it on and stripped the soaked trunks off my body. I wasn’t on their level of muscle definition, but I did play lacrosse in college and frequented the gym enough to look good. I had pecs, lightly defined abs in perfect lighting; and strong thighs. I’d fuck me if I could, but that’s besides the point.

The second the hot water hit my back, I sighed in relaxation. There is nothing like a hot shower. But looking down, following the water that trailed down my mostly smooth torso; I couldn’t help but feel the blood rush back. Usually I’d think of my most recent ex, sad maybe but that’s just the truth. We broke things off when I decided to move back home and he stayed in Arizona. Did I still love him? Did I ever love him? I can’t say for sure, but what I can say; is that our sex was extraordinary.

But this time, I found myself transported back to the pool; just me and Denver in the water together. His muscled arms around my waist, pulling our hips into one another’s. I just met him, I know that– but you can’t tell me you haven’t done this once in your life. So I got to work, jerking my rod as the water cascaded over me; thinking about undressing the bastard. How big do you think his cock is? Is he overcompensating with his body? Does he keep it trimmed? Is it cut? Un-cut? It didn’t really matter in my head as I blew all my thoughts down the drain.

I finished my shower and was delighted to see a new message from Emily on my phone.

*Hey it’s Emily, party’s at 8. Building 6 apartment 305*, we have the booze, it read.

So I responded, *Perfect, see ya then!*

It was only a little after four so I decided to migrate to the couch and lounge a while. After living with my parents again for a month, I barely ever stayed home because of it. But now, in the comforts of my own space; lying butt ass naked in the living room is all I wanted to do.

So I did.

And after a few rewatched episodes of Game of Thrones, I picked myself off the couch and got ready. I slid on boxers and white socks, a pair of jeans and a black shirt; I didn’t want to dress formally, but not dingy either. And if college taught me anything, it was to never show up to a party empty handed and on time.

So I ran to the grocery store real quick to grab a pack of white claws, something I already knew they’d like; and walked over to their apartment at eight thirty.

I knocked on the door. “Max!” Leah answered, “We didn’t think you were gonna show.”

I smiled and allowed myself in, taking in the different layout of her apartment compared to mine. “Of course, and I bring presents.” I held the box of seltzers up to which she gratefully took.

“I told you we had booze covered!” Emily greeted me with a side hug, “But thank you and welcome to our humble abode.” She raised her arm to direct my eyes around her apartment. It was bigger than mine, different than mine; and decorated much nicer too. “Guys, this is Max!” She showed me off like the wheel of fortune presenter, “We met him at the pool, he just moved in and..” she turned to me and whispered, “Are you single?” I nodded, “And single!” To which people cheered which also made me laugh, nervously.

“Hi.” I waved my arm a bit anxiously, not seeing Denver in the group of people collected in the living room.

She began pointing out people and names that easily went over my head but I counted about seven. “There’s some appetizers in the kitchen around the corner if you want some, we’re setting up a few card games too if you’re interested.”

“Count me in.” I said, and began greeting the others I hadn’t met at the pool. Most seemed to be coupled together except a girl or two who sat on stools by themselves.

It was overwhelming at first, usually I pregamed before parties but this time I was as sober as my mother. I needed a drink, stat.

After greeting most of everyone, I meandered to the far side of the living room, rounding the corner and into the closed off galley kitchen. And there he was, stuffing his face with what looked like a jalapeno popper– Denver.

“What’s up bro!” He exclaimed with a mouthful, or at least I think that’s what he said as he extended a hand for me to dap up. He was wearing shorts and a loose shirt, Nike slides with socks and a simple smile on his face.

I dapped him up and smiled, “Booze?”

He pointed to the fridge where I found my seltzers already put away and a million other beers and cocktail ingredients. I just grabbed one of my own, cracking it and gulping down what I could in one go.

“*Impressive.*” He smirked, teasing me as a dribble of seltzer slid down my chin. And maybe I’m reading too much into that comment, but I can’t deny that a flutter erupted in my stomach; and it wasn’t the bubbly.

I grinned back, punching him in the shoulder playfully. “You’d know.” I teased back, even though I didn’t know, there was just this certain comfortability he oozed that I attached to so easily.

He laughed, picking at more from the trays of food. “Ready to get railed in Kings Cup?”

Another choice word, I wondered if he meant them. “Not really a strategic game,” I questioned; “but I’m fine with getting railed.” The words just sort of escaped my lips before I thought about them.

My eyes went wide as he basically choked on his laugh, meanwhile a blush so intensely crept up my cheeks. “You’ll fit right in.” He laughed through the words and patted me on the shoulder, letting his large hand linger just a second longer than it should have.

I smiled, “Thanks.” And I left for the living room before he could notice the sudden blush taking over my face.

I found a spot in the living room on a bench-like ottoman and began small talk with the others. I finished my drink in no time but was surprised when none other than Denver plopped next to me with another drink in hand. “Here.” He offered it to me with a wild grin, one that perfectly crinkled his eyes into the cutest almond shape.

“Thank you.” I accepted the drink and cracked it open. Conversation continued amongst everyone, though my attention was more focused on the heat that radiated from him; the heat that transferred from his leg to mine. At one point I leaned back to see just how much space he had on the bench, if it was necessary for him to sit so close. Necessary to me maybe, but there was definitely enough room not to.

Eventually we began King’s Cup, and if you don’t know; it’s just a game designed to get everyone obliterated. And to fuck whoever pulls the last King card.

Luckily I wasn’t subjected to that final cup, but after about three rounds; none of us really cared enough to enforce the rules anymore. But the steady supply of booze only heightened the undeniable attraction I felt to the man next to me– to Denver.

There were no signs that he was gay or bi or anything but straight. Nothing but the suspicion in my own head. Myself, I would easily admit to my sexuality if questioned, but I’m not so noticeable. I’d spent a lot of life and most of college in the closet and didn’t come out til I was twenty, but even then; I didn’t show the stereotypical signs.

And even though I was out, and no one could take that from me; it didn’t stop the lurching feeling that if Denver knew, he’d not sit so close– act so comfortable.

But the alcohol helped deafen those voices, helped me think less. Instead, I didn’t care that I took a longer look than I should’ve, didn’t care that when his knee moved; I’d spread mine further to close the gap. And it didn’t seem like he cared either. I was looking for something– anything to help me understand this crush I was already developing.

It wasn’t long after before the couples said their goodbyes, claimed they had to get home; work in the morning. I guess in this case it helped that I lived across the street. And soon it was down to the four friends at the pool, a random girl named Jane and I.

Jane sat with Emily mostly, but after the clearing of people; I noticed Emily’s attention shift more towards Denver. Like she was silently communicating with him.

Jane let out another high pitched laugh, “I have to spend the night.” She slurred into her cup.

“No duh.” Emily and Leah answered in unison.

It felt like the air was clearing, like the night was wrapping and I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, though I didn’t want to deliberately leave my position next to this guy, this guy that stayed put through it all; laughed at my jokes and smirked at me. No– I wasn’t ready to leave just yet.

There was a nudge to my side, “You’ve gotten quiet.” He whispered with a grin on his lips.

“Sorry, I’m just drunk.” I was half honest, I was drunk but more or so quiet due to the lack of people in the room.

He chuckled, “A lightweight, hm?” He shared a joking look with his friend.

“Not.” I pushed him, joking back. But maybe I was compared to these guys, I mean– he barely seemed tipsy.

“Well anyways!” Roman piped and stood from his seat, extending a hand down to his girlfriend; “it’s time for us to go to bed.” He winked which earned a disgusted look from Leah but a friendly chuckle from the other girls and Denver.

Denver stood too, “I guess I should probably get going then too.” I watched as he rose from the bench, coming eye to eye with his shorts.

“Already?” Emily whined, but it sounded like more of a desperate call for attention.

He stretched his hands to the ceiling, revealing his happy trail that flowed upwards from his waistband; “Sorry to disappoint Em, but I do have a job you know.”

“I should probably go too. Thanks for the invite and feel free to keep the claws.” I said as I stood too.

A sudden arm draped around my shoulder, “Good choice Emily, he’s fun.” Denver said sloppily, like the alcohol finally took its toll as he stood up.

“Anytime Max, keep in touch and remember, happy hour on Thursday.” She reminded me of the lighthearted plan we all made earlier to visit her shift at the bar.

I smiled, “I’ll be there.” he withdrew his arm from around my shoulder, not so subtly dragging his hand down my back. “Alright goodnight guys!” I finished as I turned.

I heard a collective of goodbyes as I made it to the front door and was happy when Denver followed right behind me.

After the door shut and I began my descent down the winding staircase, I asked; “So what building are you and Roman in?”

“Two. You?” He answered while following behind me.

“Five, literally across the street.” I turned and smirked at him, not worried about the reddening of my cheeks anymore.

He smiled back, “Lucky you.”

“Aw, does Denver need a buddy to walk to building two with him?” I teased as I opened the lobby door to the chilling outside air.

But there was a pause before he spoke again, “I was about to ask you the same thing.”

I stopped in my tracks and let him catch up beside me, staring fully into the green abyss of his eyes. “I mean– if you want to.” I wasn’t expecting the nerves to creep up at a moment like this, but it felt like a flirt. The first of the night that sounded, felt– flirtatious.

“Honestly I’m just not tired yet.” He admitted with a breathy smile.

I nodded, “Coulda fooled me in there.” I kept on walking, letting him decide to follow or not.

“Yeah I just, kinda wanted to get outta there.” He admitted again, and to that I felt inclined to pry.

The nerves in me were only racking more and more the closer we got to my building, “Is there something between you and her?” I kept the question vague, not wanting to be wrong.

“You could say that.” Is all he said, and I wasn’t looking to pry any further.

We made it to my building's lobby and walked inside. My brain was racing, thinking– no, swarming for something to get him to stay. But by the time we made it to my door and the fact that he was still behind me, all I could think of was; “Do you wanna like, come inside or something?”

And I immediately regretted the idiotic way that question left my mouth, but before I could correct myself; he answered, “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t offer.”

I smiled and unlocked the door, letting us both into my smaller one bedroom apartment.

“Nice.” He dragged out the word as he began walking into the living room.

“Wait.” Though I liked him; though I wanted nothing more than for him to stay and chill. I stopped his walk, “Can you take your slides off before walking on the rug?”

He turned towards me and smirked, looked down at his Nike slides and kicked them off at the front door. “Happy?”

The blush came back this time, filling me as I watched his bulky frame sit on my couch where just hours before I was totally naked. “Thank you.” I said as I too kicked off my sneakers and joined him.

I didn’t want to assume. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of a guy like this, so I settled in the corner of the couch a few feet away. And I wasn’t sure what to talk about, it seemed like my nerves were starting to get the best of me; being in such a private environment.

He kicked his feet up on my coffee table, making himself comfy; “Damn, I like your couch better than mine.”

I laughed, “Yeah?”

He turned to look at me, hands folded behind his head; “I might fall asleep.”

“I thought you weren’t tired?” I questioned him with a head tilt.

He laughed this time, but kept that eye contact that had my stomach twisting in knots. “Your couch is just so relaxing,” he closed his eyes, “makes me wonder how comfortable your bed is.”

And to that I stiffened, my body; *everything*. It’s comments like those that have me teetering on what his motives are, why he actually came here. “It’s comfortable.” Is all I said.

“Mmm,” He smirked again, still with his eyes closed; “I bet.”

The tension in the air grew as I watched his every movement, which wasn’t much besides his breathing. But as I searched across his body, the tightness in my own jeans became unbearable. His shirt laid so perfectly atop his structured figure, a thin line of skin stayed exposed above his waistband– and below. Below, his bulge sat unnerved, something I’d spent a lot of time staring at earlier. Though now, I wasn’t so sure it was just the way his shorts bundled up.

My eyes snapped to him as he began to speak, “I think I am a little more tired than I thought.” He re opened his eyes and sat up.

“Did you want to leave?” I offered, hoping to myself that he didn’t.

He looked at me, those deep green eyes glazed over; “I want to play a game.” He smirked.

“A game?” I drew my brows together, what the hell is he on about? And how drunk is he actually?

He stood from the couch, “Yes, a game.” He stalked over to me, my heart racing a mile a minute; and plopped into the couch right next to me– so close to me. “You like games don’t you?”

My whole body was rigid at our proximity, at our privacy; “Depends on the game.” I could barely speak the words.

“Two truths and a lie. It’s my favorite.” he crossed his arms and leaned into the couch, spreading his legs to touch mine.

I tensed at his touch, but met his gaze; “Okay. Who first?”

“You.” He said, and I could almost taste the seltzer dripping from his breath.

“Okay.” I started, trying my best to act cool. “Uhm– I’ve been skydiving. I hate the color yellow. And I actually had a really good time tonight.” I smiled, thinking the string of words were easy enough.

He smirked at me, thinking; “Well I’d have to leave if you didn’t enjoy the night.” His knee brushed harder into mine, “And the pillow right there,” he nodded at the throw pillow he was sitting on earlier, “is bright yellow. So I’d say the lie is skydiving.”

I laughed at his answer, “Well I’ve always wanted to, just never have.” Our eyes weren’t leaving each other’s. “Your turn.”

He smirked again, something different in his eyes entirely; “Emily and I *were* in a relationship.” It felt like he admitted it more than playing the game; “I don’t really like the taste of white claws.” It sounded more like an easy lie. But then I understood, the room became fuzzy; warm, as he leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “*And I know you wanna kiss me.*”

My whole world froze as he leaned back, just inches from my face; his emerald eyes focused so intently on my own. “Uhm–”

And I should’ve gotten the hint, should’ve figured it out by then. But it didn’t matter anymore, not when he planted his lips on mine and guided me to follow.

We immediately tangled our tongues together as I tasted the sweetness of his breath, the cherries and lime. He moaned into me, causing my bulge to go rock hard before he broke away.

“Wrong answer. I win.” He teased and left my lips tingling without his touch, my mind frazzled in the moment. My eyes flickered to his bulge as he slid a hand into his shorts, adjusting his cock to be visible through them. “*Do I get a prize?*”

I just smiled back at him, reaching my hand across his muscled thigh and onto the bulge he displayed for me. His lips parted at my touch, moaned at my squeeze.

“Don’t tease me now.” He flirted, a real flirt this time.

I didn’t hesitate anymore in doing what I wanted, what I needed; and flipped my leg over him and straddled him on my couch. I buried my face in his. I didn’t care how his scruff scratched at my lips, how his hands drifted around my waist and up my back. I grinded lightly at first, feeling the length of him under me grow even larger than before, tense and jolt with each movement of mine.

My hands slipped in his coarse black hair, moaning into his mouth as he now bucked his hips into mine. My body was on fire, electric under his touch. His hands drifted down my back now, a finger slipping under my jeans and tracing around my waist to the buckle.

He broke from the kiss, “Fuck you’re good at that.” Clearly Emily isn’t that great of a kisser, I thought to add but didn’t. Instead I moved my lips to his jaw, earning a crane in his neck so I could lick down the side, swirling my tongue under his ear. “Is there a reason your tongue isn’t doing that here?” he bucked his hips again.

I chuckled at his forwardness, “You want it that easy?” I flirted, the layers of anxiety fading away. “I don’t do easy.”

I took back to his lips, earning another moan from him as he began undoing the button on my jeans, as his hands started peeling what he could down from my waist.

I broke away again, “Do you want it a–”

He cut me off with a grip in my hair, pulling my neck back so I could only barely look through my lashes and see the seductive look in his eyes, “I don’t do easy either.” He whispered, tugging harder at my hair; “I do *hard*, only.”

And he attacked my neck too, furiously biting and sucking and licking down to my collarbone.

“Mmm.” I moaned at his touch and I swore I could feel the smirk upon his lips. With his other hand he pulled at my shirt, lifting it; then breaking away to pull it over my head.

He looked at me with sunken, lust filled eyes; “*Now get on your knees.*”

I didn’t hesitate in obeying, I dropped to the floor and went to pull at his shorts before he smashed my face into his rock hard bulge, smearing my head over it and moaning in deep guttural pleasure.

But he let me after a few seconds, pull down his shorts to his ankles; revealing more hair that poked out the top of his boxers. And the massive cock that bulged in them, a sweet spot of pre-cum right where his tip is.

I licked at it, rubbing my chin and lips across his hard cock even more before springing it loose. And when I did, “Holy shit.” I muttered under my breath.

He laughed above me and grabbed my jaw in a hand, angled it to his face hovering above me and spit right on me. If it were anyone else I might’ve smacked him, demanded he left but dear God, it turned me on. “*Swallow me whole.*” He whispered, and let go.

I stared back to his length, his beautifully large length. At least eight inches, thick and hairy and veiny. I licked at his length, unprepared to do what he said. I hadn’t ever sucked a cock this big before, a cock worth the word.

But I tried. I grabbed it by the base and licked up the shaft, earning a shudder from him as I went. Then popped the uncut tip in my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around until he was bucking his hips again. “I said don’t tease me.” He muttered.

So I listened and began my descent, engulfing half of his warm heavy cock into my throat, only stopping where my throat couldn’t take it further. I worked it for longer, getting grunt after grunt from his sexy voice; buck after buck of his hips. He clearly was dominant, the way he’d try to get it further down whether my throat could handle it or not, the way he spat in my face and ordered me to my knees. My dick was throbbing in my jeans.

His hands found my hair after a while, helping– no, shoving his length into my throat. Breaking the barrier that kept his cock from being balls deep, until it was. There were a few coughs, gags even; but it got there. My chin to his balls. “*Fuck yeah.*” He moaned, thrusting his hips now so that his entire length was drilling my skull, in and out.

Slime sputtered about a few times, not worried about the mess we were making; I simply didn’t care. I could feel the rumble in his bones, the spasms in his abdomen as he started getting close.

“*Aw yeah, fuck.*” He moaned more as he used my mouth like a fleshlight, pumping and pumping until finally he pulled completely out; gripped my hair and exploded five maybe six ropes of thick warm cum on my face.

He was breathless for a second and so was I, our chests heaving in and out until he broke the silence. “*What a prize*.”

And what a prize it was.

My straight neighbor fucked me senseless

Part 2 coming soon…