I spotted him the day he moved in next door, this thick-built guy in a tight tank top hauling boxes, sweat making the fabric cling to his chest and abs. I was 32, single, and horny as hell, and he looked like the perfect neighbor to break in. His name was Jake, 28, just out of a breakup, and within a week we were sharing beers on my porch.
That first night it turned dirty fast. We got talking about exes and he admitted he liked dick as much as pussy. I grinned, leaned in, and said, "Then get over here and show me." He dropped to his knees right there on the deck, yanked my shorts down, and swallowed my cock in one hot gulp. His mouth was wet and greedy, tongue swirling the head while his hand pumped the shaft.
I grabbed his hair and fucked his face, balls slapping his chin as spit ran down his neck.
"Fuck yeah, suck that dick, neighbor," I growled. He moaned around it, eyes watering, throat opening up like he was made for it. I pulled him off, spun him around, bent him over the railing, and ripped his jeans down. His ass was round and hairy, cheeks spread to show a tight pink hole. I spit on it and shoved two fingers in, pumping him open while he pushed back, begging for more.
"Shove your cock in me, man. Fuck my ass raw." I lined up and slammed home, burying every inch in his hot chute. He yelled out into the night as I pounded him, hips slapping, balls swinging. I reached around and jerked his thick cock in time with my thrusts, feeling his hole clench every time I hit his prostate. We didn't last long. He shot first, ropes of cum splattering the deck while he grunted like an animal. I followed, flooding his guts with a thick load that leaked out around my shaft when I pulled free.
After that we were at it constantly. Mornings before work he'd slip over in nothing but boxers, drop them, and bend over my kitchen table so I could eat his ass then fuck him standing up. I'd bury my face between those cheeks, tongue-fucking his hole until it was sloppy and open, then drive my cock in balls-deep while he stroked himself. The sound of skin slapping and his filthy mouth drove me crazy.
"Harder, fuck me like you own this hole," he'd snarl. I'd grip his hips and rail him until the table shook, dumping load after load up his ass. Afternoons I'd catch him sunbathing in the backyard and join him, both of us naked, cocks hardening fast. He'd straddle me on the lounge chair, sink down on my dick, and ride like a pro, ass cheeks rippling every time he dropped. I'd thrust up to meet him, hands spreading him wider so I could watch my cock disappear into his stretched ring.
Evenings we skipped the porch and went straight to my bedroom or his. One night I had him on all fours on the bed, face down, ass up, while I drilled him from behind. Sweat poured off us. I spat on his hole again for lube and pounded deep, the wet squelch of cum and spit filling the room. He reached back and spread his cheeks, moaning for me to wreck him. I flipped him onto his back, hooked his legs over my shoulders, and fucked him missionary style, staring into his eyes while I jackhammered his prostate. His cock bounced against his stomach, leaking pre-cum everywhere. When he came it hit his chin and chest; I pulled out and painted his hole with another thick wad before pushing back in to breed him again.
Weekends got longer and nastier. We'd spend hours edging each other, sucking cock until we were close then switching to ass play. He'd finger my hole while I sucked him, then trade places so I could stretch him open with three fingers before sliding my cock back where it belonged. We fucked in the shower, against the wall, on the floor, me pinning him down and using his ass like a fleshlight until both of us were shaking and covered in cum.
The best nights were when he begged for it raw and deep, hole twitching around my shaft while I whispered how good his neighbor ass felt. I'd fill him up, watch my load drip out, then push it back in with my fingers or tongue. By the end of the month we had a routine: whenever either of us needed it, one text and the other was over, door unlocked, ready to fuck. No strings, just two guys next door using each other hard and often, exactly the way we both wanted it.
