The Neighbor Bear
“Let’s make this quick,” my neighbor Ryan insisted, staring out the window as he pulled up one leg of his shorts to expose his big, hairy cock. “Jenna’s gonna be home from work any minute now.”
“Yes, sir,” I winked, kneeling down on the floor next to the couch and taking his beer-can-thick cock down my throat as I reached up with one hand and massaged his hairy pecs. Ravenously, I began to suck him at an eager pace.
“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, his head tipping back. “Ain’t nobody sucks dick like you. Slow up or you’re gonna make me nut too fast. I mean—I need to make this quick—but not that quick.”
“Yes, sir,” I agreed, slowing my pace and teasing his mushroom head with some light tongue flicks.
It had all started six months ago when Ryan and his girlfriend Jenna moved into the apartment next to me. I was attracted to him from the beginning—the beard, the furry bod, the tats, the manly swagger. But with Jenna in the picture, I assumed Ryan was just another pussy hound—I could look, but not touch. I was wrong.
About a week after they moved in, Ryan showed up at my door with an urgent knock.
“Dude, I know we barely know each other,” he began, “but can I use your toilet? We’ve got a leak in our apartment, and they’ve shut off the water while the plumber is working on it. Dude, I’ve gotta take a dump bad.”
“Uh—yeah—sure,” I agreed, gesturing to my bathroom as Ryan charged into it and shut the door behind him.
That’s when my terror began. I suddenly realized that on the bathroom counter, not a foot from where Ryan was using the toilet, was my favorite, twelve-inch dildo. After a rather rigorous self-session with it the night before, I had washed it and left it drying on the bathroom counter. Even if he didn’t notice the dildo right away, there was no way Ryan wouldn’t see it when washing his hands.
Nervous sweat dripped down my brow. The toilet flushed, the water at the sink turned on and then off. And then my worst nightmare occurred. Ryan opened the door and came out of the bathroom holding the dildo.
“This is one impressive cock,” Ryan grinned, holding up the massive, silicone dick. “You use this on your girlfriend?”
“Uh—no,” I answered sheepishly. “I—uh—I don’t have a girlfriend. I use it on me. It’s my dildo.”
“Jesus Christ,” Ryan exclaimed, tossing the dildo back into the bathroom like it was a hot potato, hitting the counter with an audible thud. “I’m sorry, dude. I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“It’s—it’s okay,” I stuttered, unable to look him in the eye. “I hadn’t told you that I’m gay.”
“We’ll, shit, I know that now,” Ryan laughed. “So do you like real cock, too, or just the rubber kind?”
“Uh—no—I mean yeah—I like real cock,” I perked up, eager to see where this line of questioning was going. “Why do you ask?”
“I dunno,” he shrugged, adjusting his bulging package. “Was thinking maybe you might wanna suck me off sometime.”
“Are you kidding me?” I gasped. “You’re fucking HOT. I’ll gladly suck you off. Hell, you can fuck my ass, too, if you want.”
“Now slow up,” he laughed. “I’m just looking for a discreet dick suck on the side now and then. I’m not looking to fuck you—it sorta crosses a line, if you get me. But you’re welcome to drain my balls, if you’re game for that.”
“Definitely,” I agreed eagerly. “But have you ever let a guy suck you before?”
“Now, if Jenna were to ask me that,” he laughed to himself, “the answer would be that I don’t do that kinda shit. But since you’re asking, I’m not embarrassed to say my favorite part of college was going to frat parties and letting some random drunk dude blow me in the basement.”
“Ha—I was always the random drunk dude sucking cock in the basement,” I laughed.
I then directed Ryan to my couch and—ten minutes later—he went back to his apartment and his lovely girlfriend after depositing a massive, four-day load into my greedy belly.
This became a daily ritual for the next six months—Ryan rushing home from work to sit on my couch and feed me a creamy load before Jenna got home from work, all while keeping an eye out the window for her. But then, one day, something changed.
“Ain’t nobody sucks dick like you,” he praised me while sitting on the couch, keeping his usual eye out the window. Ryan then warned me to slow up, that he didn’t want to nut too fast.
“Yes, sir,” I agreed, slowing my pace and teasing his mushroom head with some light tongue flicks. And it was while I slowly made love to his cock with my talented mouth, that his wheels were turning—followed by an unexpected request.
“You remember that first time you sucked me off?” Ryan asked, caressing the back of my head as I sucked his balls.
“Yeah,” I smiled, coming up for air, saliva on my chin. “The day you found my dildo.”
“That’s right,” he recalled with a laugh. “But do you remember how you said you’d let me fuck your ass, if I wanted?”
“Uh—yeah,” I acknowledged, my ass twitching in anticipation. “Have you reconsidered? The offer still stands. My hole is yours, anytime you want it.”
“Then how about right now?” Ryan smiled wickedly. “I’ve held out long enough.”
Wordlessly, I stood up and dropped my shorts. Getting on all fours, I presented my pink, puckered cunt to him. “It’s all yours,” I taunted. “Fucking breed me.”
“Shit, that’s hot,” Ryan marveled, spitting on his cock, pressing the tip against my eager hole. His hands went to my hips, gripping me as the rounded tip of his mushroom head breached me. And then—WHAM—his beer-can-thick cock was inside me, stretching me to the max. Fuck, it felt amazing.
I should have warned him to start slow. I should have warned him that ass is way tighter than pussy. I should have warned him that he might cum fast. But there wasn’t time.
“HOLY FUCK,” Ryan bellowed, his cock already swelling inside of me. “I think I’m gonna cum already—FUCK—SHIT.”
He hadn’t even lasted ten seconds inside me before blast after blast of his warm load was spewing in my depths. “Mmm, yeah. Breed me,” I cooed, relishing the feeling of his throbbing cock within me.
“Dude, I’m so sorry,” he apologized sheepishly, pulling out of me, his warm load escaping my used hole and trickling down the back of my ballsack. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t expect it to feel so fucking good.”
“No need to apologize,” I assured him. “Most guys don’t last long the first time they fuck ass. It’s nothing like pussy.”
“You’re telling me,” Ryan laughed, stuffing his spent cock back into his athletic shorts, searching the floor for his discarded t-shirt.
“Don’t leave yet,” I implored. “Wait a few minutes and you’ll be ready for another round. You’ll last longer, now that you’ve emptied a round from the chamber.”
“I wish I could stay,” he apologized, glancing out the window again. “But you know Jenna’s gonna be home any minute.”
“I know,” I shrugged, dejected.
“Dude—I just remembered,” Ryan exclaimed, suddenly hopeful. “Jenna’s got a girls’ night tonight. She’ll be out late. I can come over and pump another load in you.”
And he did. Four loads, to be exact.
“Yes, sir,” I winked, kneeling down on the floor next to the couch and taking his beer-can-thick cock down my throat as I reached up with one hand and massaged his hairy pecs. Ravenously, I began to suck him at an eager pace.
“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, his head tipping back. “Ain’t nobody sucks dick like you. Slow up or you’re gonna make me nut too fast. I mean—I need to make this quick—but not that quick.”
“Yes, sir,” I agreed, slowing my pace and teasing his mushroom head with some light tongue flicks.
It had all started six months ago when Ryan and his girlfriend Jenna moved into the apartment next to me. I was attracted to him from the beginning—the beard, the furry bod, the tats, the manly swagger. But with Jenna in the picture, I assumed Ryan was just another pussy hound—I could look, but not touch. I was wrong.
About a week after they moved in, Ryan showed up at my door with an urgent knock.
“Dude, I know we barely know each other,” he began, “but can I use your toilet? We’ve got a leak in our apartment, and they’ve shut off the water while the plumber is working on it. Dude, I’ve gotta take a dump bad.”
“Uh—yeah—sure,” I agreed, gesturing to my bathroom as Ryan charged into it and shut the door behind him.
That’s when my terror began. I suddenly realized that on the bathroom counter, not a foot from where Ryan was using the toilet, was my favorite, twelve-inch dildo. After a rather rigorous self-session with it the night before, I had washed it and left it drying on the bathroom counter. Even if he didn’t notice the dildo right away, there was no way Ryan wouldn’t see it when washing his hands.
Nervous sweat dripped down my brow. The toilet flushed, the water at the sink turned on and then off. And then my worst nightmare occurred. Ryan opened the door and came out of the bathroom holding the dildo.
“This is one impressive cock,” Ryan grinned, holding up the massive, silicone dick. “You use this on your girlfriend?”
“Uh—no,” I answered sheepishly. “I—uh—I don’t have a girlfriend. I use it on me. It’s my dildo.”
“Jesus Christ,” Ryan exclaimed, tossing the dildo back into the bathroom like it was a hot potato, hitting the counter with an audible thud. “I’m sorry, dude. I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“It’s—it’s okay,” I stuttered, unable to look him in the eye. “I hadn’t told you that I’m gay.”
“We’ll, shit, I know that now,” Ryan laughed. “So do you like real cock, too, or just the rubber kind?”
“Uh—no—I mean yeah—I like real cock,” I perked up, eager to see where this line of questioning was going. “Why do you ask?”
“I dunno,” he shrugged, adjusting his bulging package. “Was thinking maybe you might wanna suck me off sometime.”
“Are you kidding me?” I gasped. “You’re fucking HOT. I’ll gladly suck you off. Hell, you can fuck my ass, too, if you want.”
“Now slow up,” he laughed. “I’m just looking for a discreet dick suck on the side now and then. I’m not looking to fuck you—it sorta crosses a line, if you get me. But you’re welcome to drain my balls, if you’re game for that.”
“Definitely,” I agreed eagerly. “But have you ever let a guy suck you before?”
“Now, if Jenna were to ask me that,” he laughed to himself, “the answer would be that I don’t do that kinda shit. But since you’re asking, I’m not embarrassed to say my favorite part of college was going to frat parties and letting some random drunk dude blow me in the basement.”
“Ha—I was always the random drunk dude sucking cock in the basement,” I laughed.
I then directed Ryan to my couch and—ten minutes later—he went back to his apartment and his lovely girlfriend after depositing a massive, four-day load into my greedy belly.
This became a daily ritual for the next six months—Ryan rushing home from work to sit on my couch and feed me a creamy load before Jenna got home from work, all while keeping an eye out the window for her. But then, one day, something changed.
“Ain’t nobody sucks dick like you,” he praised me while sitting on the couch, keeping his usual eye out the window. Ryan then warned me to slow up, that he didn’t want to nut too fast.
“Yes, sir,” I agreed, slowing my pace and teasing his mushroom head with some light tongue flicks. And it was while I slowly made love to his cock with my talented mouth, that his wheels were turning—followed by an unexpected request.
“You remember that first time you sucked me off?” Ryan asked, caressing the back of my head as I sucked his balls.
“Yeah,” I smiled, coming up for air, saliva on my chin. “The day you found my dildo.”
“That’s right,” he recalled with a laugh. “But do you remember how you said you’d let me fuck your ass, if I wanted?”
“Uh—yeah,” I acknowledged, my ass twitching in anticipation. “Have you reconsidered? The offer still stands. My hole is yours, anytime you want it.”
“Then how about right now?” Ryan smiled wickedly. “I’ve held out long enough.”
Wordlessly, I stood up and dropped my shorts. Getting on all fours, I presented my pink, puckered cunt to him. “It’s all yours,” I taunted. “Fucking breed me.”
“Shit, that’s hot,” Ryan marveled, spitting on his cock, pressing the tip against my eager hole. His hands went to my hips, gripping me as the rounded tip of his mushroom head breached me. And then—WHAM—his beer-can-thick cock was inside me, stretching me to the max. Fuck, it felt amazing.
I should have warned him to start slow. I should have warned him that ass is way tighter than pussy. I should have warned him that he might cum fast. But there wasn’t time.
“HOLY FUCK,” Ryan bellowed, his cock already swelling inside of me. “I think I’m gonna cum already—FUCK—SHIT.”
He hadn’t even lasted ten seconds inside me before blast after blast of his warm load was spewing in my depths. “Mmm, yeah. Breed me,” I cooed, relishing the feeling of his throbbing cock within me.
“Dude, I’m so sorry,” he apologized sheepishly, pulling out of me, his warm load escaping my used hole and trickling down the back of my ballsack. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t expect it to feel so fucking good.”
“No need to apologize,” I assured him. “Most guys don’t last long the first time they fuck ass. It’s nothing like pussy.”
“You’re telling me,” Ryan laughed, stuffing his spent cock back into his athletic shorts, searching the floor for his discarded t-shirt.
“Don’t leave yet,” I implored. “Wait a few minutes and you’ll be ready for another round. You’ll last longer, now that you’ve emptied a round from the chamber.”
“I wish I could stay,” he apologized, glancing out the window again. “But you know Jenna’s gonna be home any minute.”
“I know,” I shrugged, dejected.
“Dude—I just remembered,” Ryan exclaimed, suddenly hopeful. “Jenna’s got a girls’ night tonight. She’ll be out late. I can come over and pump another load in you.”
And he did. Four loads, to be exact.
4 months ago