Love Thy Neighbour - Part 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

It was the weekend by the time I saw Trey again, though I’d been thinking about him every single night since. He was standing out in the front yard as his motorbike growled next to him, talking to another man who looked oddly similar. I watched from my bedroom window as the two of them smoked and spoke, and when the second man finally left, Trey spun around and caught me looking.

For a moment, the guy didn’t do anything. He simply stood there, his eyes stuck to mine, and smoked his cigarette. Could he even see me? Had he seen me that night? I couldn’t move until eventually the man smiled and my heart raced.

Trey lifted his gloved hand and with just one finger, he beckoned me out to him. Both of my parents were out, but that didn’t make me any less nervous, and the longer I stood there gawping, the weirder I was going to seem. I took a deep breath and stiffly walked down my stairs and out into the yard.

“Whatcha’ lookin’ at up there?” He asked, standing much closer than I had expected him to.

“Uh… Nothing” I lied, but I could tell that the man didn’t believe a word.

“Come on, I need your help with somethin’ else” he said, and walked by me, and directly into his house. I considered making an excuse, but he was already gone by the time anything came to me, so I reluctantly followed him inside, and was immediately met with the stench of cigarettes and something musky that I couldn’t quite work out.

“Wanna drink?” He asked, cracking open a can of beer and gulping it down in seconds. He belched loudly, crushed the can in his hand and pulled out another one, all in less than a minute.

“Um… No thanks” I mumbled.

“Suit yourself” he shrugged, and began slurping on his second beer. “I’ll be real with you kid” he said, perching himself on the side of something that looked like an old bar stool. “You ain’t my type”.

My cheeks began to blush as I shuffled on my feet. What on earth was that supposed to mean?

The man chuckled as he lit another cigarette and watched me with those curiously terrifying eyes.

“I prefer me a little more meat on the bones, if you know what I mean” he laughed, “a nice pair of tits and a fat ass for fuckin’ is all I need, but I’ve seen the way you’ve been watchin’ me”.

My whole body began to tingle as I stood there awkwardly and tried to come up with any excuse.

“Oh, I uh… I wasn’t” I lied, “I was just um–”

“You was just watchin’” he said, “ain’t nothin’ wrong with watchin’”.

What could I even say back to that? I had been watching, but not on purpose! He’d been the one pissing in my yard. What else was I supposed to do?!

“Your daddy know you’re a homo?”

I almost choked at the bluntness of his words. Was this guy serious?

“I’m not a… I’m not gay” I said sternly, and he cackled out another gruff laugh before taking another long gulp of beer.

“What is it you boys call it now?” He scoffed, “I bet y’all have some funky name for it, but you know as much as I do” he said, getting to his feet with his cigarette between his lips. “You got all flustered when you saw my big, fat cock. Huh, boy?”

The image of the mammoth organ returned to my mind as Trey got closer to me. It was the most impressive cock I’d ever seen. Not that I had much to go on, but now that I was being put in a position, I had no words to get myself out of it.

“Go ahead” he snarled, unzipping his pants and reaching inside, “have a closer look”.

Trey dragged out the fat, cut cock and my eyes widened as I stared at the thick steel ring that ran through the large, purple cock head. It must have been three times the size of my own one, easily, and certainly the most intimidating cock I’d ever seen.

“Can you smell it?” He grinned, taking a long deep breath and letting it out contently. “Been fuckin’ all night with this, and now you’re gonna clean it up for me”.

I didn’t even register the words. I was too busy staring at the weapon, but when I realised what Trey had just said, my eyes shot up to his.

“W… What?” I gasped, and he cackled again.

“I know a little slut when I see one, boy” he said, as his cock began to stretch. “I can smell a hungry little cock slave and son, you are stinking”.

“Y… You’ve got this all wrong” I half laughed, glancing down again as the pole swelled to at least eight or nine inches. “I uh… I’m not gay”.

“Oh no?” He smiled, and gripped the base of his cock in his hand. “So if I told you to get on your knees and kiss the tip of my cock, you’d say no?”

A rush of nervous excitement drilled through me at the idea. At that exact moment I could think of nothing better, but how could I live next door to a man whose cock I kissed? How would I ever look him in the eye again, after doing something so perverted? How could I live knowing that my parents, at any time, could end up in a conversation with our neighbour that could ruin my life?

“Knees, slut” he hissed, and all of those worries poured from my mind, and I was on my knees seconds later.

“I fuckin’ knew it” he smirked, and grabbed the back of my head, “get those cock suckin’ lips against my meat and kiss it like it’s you’re fuckin’ girlfriend”.

He dragged me forward until the waft of his ripe prick poured into my nostrils, and I let out a soft moan as my own cock bulged.

“Kiss it, bitch!” He demanded, taking a fistful of my hair into his hand. I pushed my lips out until I felt them against his warm helmet, and kissed as he laughed. “Yeah, lick that ring”.

I ran my tongue across the salty tasting metal, and wondered where the fuck it had been over the last few hours. Perhaps the truth would have disgusted me, but in that moment, I wanted the man to use me just like he was.

“Oh, I bet your daddy wouldn’t be too impressed with you now” he chuckled, “lick my balls”.

He pulled his trunk up and pulled my face into the warm, sweaty confines of his nut sack. The thick, wiry hairs tickled my nose as he smothered me with them, but I pushed out my tongue and began to lap at the wrinkled sack as he sighed.

“Get your motherfuckin’ clothes off” he barked, shoving me backwards as I tried to catch my breath and make sense of everything. “Come on, bitch” he spat, taking another gulp of beer. “I wanna see my new pussy”.