The Neighbor
He was my new neighbor, a handsome, foul-mouthed type who was immediately hated. He wore a three-piece suit all day, sitting around grilling meat with his roommate. I was sure he wore wireless headphones. Pretty sure he wore them even when he was “having fun” with her, every time he pretended to be nice like buying her flowers, it was on target, and he bought a lot. And he could push each other down anywhere, sometimes even forgetting to close the blinds.
Whenever I saw him in the yard, I was so bored I didn’t even want to go outside. I had planted some low bushes to separate my yard from my old neighbor’s, now I wished it was made of wood. He had a huge dog, with a very well-groomed shaggy coat, smiling as if I wanted to look at him while that dog pushed him down and licked him all over his face.
The first time I opened my mouth to him, I was cursing at the editor, about to throw the phone against the wall, when the doorbell rang. I opened the door hesitantly, because who the hell would dare visit me? It had taken me years to build up a reputation for treating guests badly. I didn’t even care for kids playing trick-or-treating. And there he was, standing there with his hands in his pockets, headphones in his ears, grinning. I was wearing nothing but shorts.
“Hello, neighbor,” he said, grinning from ear to ear, “wanting to get to know you before I ask you to watch my dog for the weekend.”
“I hate dogs,” I said.
He raised an eyebrow. “Whoa. You mean you’d kill it if it got on your nerves?”
“No.”
“Great,” he said. “My girlfriend and I are going on vacation until Monday, so we need someone to walk Angus every day. The key is under the mat by the back door. I’m going to tell Jilly the good news.”
Then he slammed the door shut.
I went into the kitchen and saw him happily telling Jilly that I was going to take the dog for a walk and not kill it. Through the blinds, I could see him copying me, and she was laughing. He started making her laugh, then he led her up to the master bedroom, which was across from mine. In a flash, the blinds started moving up and down, as if someone was holding them while they fucked like animals. Maybe Angus was really holding Jilly down. I went to my office and continued typing.
I finally got to walk the dog, and it was funny, it was so docile and friendly. Jilly showed up on Monday, thanking me with a basket of muffins. If I wanted one, lol, but I threw one over the fence for the dog.
I know only one guy in town who sleeps with me. The guy knows he’s the only dick I have, and he’s so nice he’s condescending to use his “treasure” on me. Let him think I care. When he’s hurt, I inflate his ego and serve as a spare butt while he finds a new girlfriend.
He wasn’t a great lover, but he satisfied me. I knew I was good, because he jumped on me whenever I showed up. One time, I dropped by while his boyfriend was in the shower. He pushed me onto the bed and ripped off the condom. He fucked me while yelling at his boyfriend to use the guest towel. Seven minutes later, I was at the door. I counted. Thanks to that, I was on my knees for four days. One fine morning, Jilly asked after seeing me limping with my papers. I didn’t bother to answer her.
Then another fine day, my precious lover came to visit me, not very nice either, just that he was bulging in his pants. I didn’t even have time to crawl out of the hallway, until his pants were down to his feet and his erection was shoved straight into his mouth, I realized what was happening and signaled him to close the door. I always brought lube to his house because he didn’t like to use it. This time he had to resort to spit, pushing me around like crazy while I screamed and then leaving me to do it alone. When I reached my peak, I heard the sound of his car speeding out onto the street. I took a shower, found a pair of loose pants to wear, and went out to check my mail. While checking the publisher’s mail, I thought I should find a computer. I swallowed, only now realizing that my throat was sore.
Dear neighbor stepped out of the car. I didn’t even spare a glance, but he called me back.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“Huh?” My voice was hoarse.
He pointed at my legs. “Neighbor, your legs are crooked, and your mouth looks like someone punched you in the face. Did you fight this afternoon?” He bared his teeth.
I crawled to the front door. “No, just after licking a guy clean, he just came in, no jealousy at all.” Go fuck yourself and show off your macho, American-self.
The door slammed shut behind me.
I don’t know if this was what I expected or what I knew would happen, but it wasn’t a surprise to see the handsome neighbor boy poke his face out the sliding door a minute later. His amber eyes were still open from the moment he grabbed my shirt and pulled me back until he shoved his tongue deep into my throat, and I stared back at him.
He pushed me away while still holding my shirt. “Get the lube. I’ll wait in your office.”
I didn’t run until I was on the stairs, trying not to look too eager. I threw the bottle of lube at the cocky guy as I entered the room. “You son of a bitch.”
He threw the bottle of oil onto the cushion beside him. “Stop being so coy and give me that pretty mouth.” He didn’t even bother unbuckling his belt as he pulled out the throbbing shaft, waiting.
I reached around it, licking the tip, my eyes half-closed. After licking again, I covered the head with my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand grabbing the back of my head.
I reached into his pants to fondle the warm shaft, smiling when I saw that it was shaved clean.
“Fuck,” he muttered, pushing my head all the way down onto the throbbing shaft. Fuck, it was like swallowing a steel ball, and luckily he let go or I would have suffocated.
“You idiot,” I coughed, letting go of him. “My neck is already hurting.”
“Your ass too, don’t worry, I’ll ‘play’ with it later.”
My cock popped out of my pants.
He stood up, his cock also pointing straight up to the ceiling, not giving me a chance to taste it again. He used it to slap my cheek. “Turn around,” he ordered. “I want to see you hug your ankles.”
“How the hell can I be that flexible,” I jumped into his mouth.
“Then go to yoga, you slut,” he replied, pushing me onto the large table, pulling down my pants. His hand, mixed with the cold, wet lubricant, penetrated my aching ass. Surprisingly, he was very gentle this time.
“When you’re ready, tell me.”
I was furious. “Anytime, you half-assed pussy.”
In response, he thrust into me, all the way to the base. I screamed, his cock was even bigger than the other guy’s. He held it like that for a few minutes, then started to really ‘work’, sliding his cock back and forth in my sensitive, weak ass. Occasionally slapping my ass hard, making me jump.
He turned me around, holding me as he went, my legs flying in the air, my head sliding back and forth. His face was all a sly, itchy smile as he watched me writhe for him. One hand was on my stomach, just below my erection, touching him every time he pushed into my prostate. God, he looked so good right now, beads of sweat running down his forehead, and thanks to him, his suit was finally wrinkled.
He leaned closer to me, my legs wrapped around him, sweat dripping from his face onto mine, our breaths filling the room. He arched into me, so deep I could see the stars swirling around him, pushing me down onto the table. He slid his hand under my collar, ripping it open, tearing it to shreds until my breasts were exposed for him to grope.
“Fuck,” I gasped. I loved that shirt. He bit my nipple so hard I screamed, then covered it with his lips.
My head fell back onto the table, my legs wrapped around his ass as my hands gripped his shoulders. I felt dominated, empty, and weak. My whole world revolved around his mighty cock.
I came hard, my toes curling and my back arching, pushing my nipple into his hot, wet mouth. He bit me and I jerked, my cum spraying onto his shirt, my soul fleeing as my body continued to thrust against him. Each thrust made me dizzy. My cock was like a rocket, exploding with each thrust. My mouth fell open, the air rushing from my lungs.
“Fuck,” I moaned, my eyes growing legs into the back of my head, “oh, fuck me.”
He grunted, slamming our bodies together, pressing down on that spot as his cock thrust in. “Take it, you slut,” he growled, then covered my mouth with his mouth, started shaking, and finally came inside me. I could feel it.
He kept fucking me at a machine gun pace, penetrating my mouth with his tongue and my ass with his pulsing cock. Each thrust made me moan, how sensitive this was.
He finally let me go, trying to salvage it with a few hard thrusts, wiping his cock on my ass, straightening his tie, and pushing the limp thing back into his pants.
“Next time, pretty,” he grinned, kissing me. His cum was running down my leg, hot and cold. I couldn’t move.
“There’ll be bite marks on my chest,” I squeaked.
“You’re so fucking horny, you slut.”
“Get lost.”
He walked out the door, trying to look back, “Next time.”
I rolled my eyes. Liar. The son of a bitch was definitely not the first time he fucked a guy, but if I had toys to entertain myself like his girlfriend, I wouldn’t have needed to go to the nerdy neighbor. Yet I took a contortion class anyway, and left the back door unlocked.
