Fucking Neighbor's Son 03 (Patreon)

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Chapter 3: Deleted App

I deleted the app in the morning.

I told myself the app was the problem. Total bullshit, I knew in retrospect. But I thought that turning my mind away from sex, at least in theory, might make the desire go away. I’m not even gay enough for this, I thought to myself as I tapped the confirmation button to delete it completely. It was just a passing curiosity, the same one I'd had since high school, the same instinct that made me want to get closer to the premium guys, bro out harder, push the limits of what was just normal male bonding. That's all this was. Nothing to act on.

Obviously, it didn’t work.

Josh texted me that afternoon.

You up?

I chuckled, reading a text like that in the middle of the day. But I put my phone down and didn’t respond.

He texted again that evening. It was a picture of himself, looking sexy in the bathroom mirror again. He was sweaty after a run, his pink nipples standing out against the golden tan of his chest. I looked at it for a long minute, felt the familiar tingle and flow in my body, then put the phone down again.

Another one came in around midnight. Just a message this time. I read it. It was… descriptive. He was talking about what he was doing to himself in that moment, three floors up, right over my head. I read it twice, adjusted myself through my shorts, and did not respond.

We hadn't actually done anything. I kept coming back to that. Some texts. Some pictures back and forth between a gay kid in my building and a dude who was bored at the time. That was the full extent of it. I wasn't gay. I had never been with a guy, not really. A little mutual curiosity didn't make me anything. My high school self would have called this nothing. Just two dudes goofing around.

He texted again the next morning. Morning.

I smiled, then frowned at myself. He wasn’t going to let up with this stuff. But obviously there was a reason I never blocked him.

Then a day went by where he didn’t text me at all. I actually felt disappointed, but I sighed and realized that it was exactly what I had wanted after all, or at least I thought I did.

I was heading out on Thursday morning when I heard Dave's voice coming into the building, which was never a good sign before nine a.m. I could feel my face express unhappiness as soon as I realized I was going to pass him in the hall. The dude literally hated me, and I didn’t feel any better about him after all the bullshit he had thrown on my plate since I moved in. I slowed down.Josh was a step behind him, and when Dave saw me his whole face scrunched up into his typical unpleasantness.

He had gotten my letter. The co-op board received my formal complaint three days prior, a documented case for his removal as president for repeated overreach and harassment of residents. I had CC'd the building's attorney, just as an extra kick. Dave had clearly been steaming, since he knew I made valuable points that the board would be forced to consider. He had been waiting for the moment to see me again.

He started in immediately. Something about the letter being frivolous, about how I didn't understand how the board worked, about how I was a brand new owner in the building who had been here fourteen months and thought I could “waltz in and undermine a process that had been running fine for a decade”. His voice was tight and controlled and he was standing a little too close.

I let him finish.

"I heard you yelling the other day," I said. "All the way from down here. Pretty clearly." I paused. "I heard the F word. The gay one."

Dave's jaw moved but nothing came out.

"How do you think the rest of the co-op would feel about that? Homophobic harassment from the board president? Here in New York City? What kind of atmosphere are you cultivating as head of the entire co-op? This could get a lot worse for you. Just step down." 

He paused, and held my gaze, his demeanor shifting toward pure rage. I tilted my head slightly. "Some people say that kind of thing comes from somewhere personal. That the most homophobic ones are usually..." I let that hang for a second. "Do you think you might be queer, Dave?"

His face went red. He released a sound from his mouth I barely recognized as a pure internal tantrum of rage, boiling over into a soft, involuntary grunt from his chest. He was doing the math on whether he could get away with punching me in the face.

He stepped closer. His voice dropped. "I will have you thrown out of this building. Fucking count on it."

I held eye contact and smiled at him. "Try me, bitch."

He stared at me for another two seconds, then turned and went up the stairs, his ire evident in the clomping of his feet.

Josh stayed behind for a second, standing at the bottom of the staircase. He had watched the whole thing without moving. His eyes were bright. He glanced once toward the stairs where his dad had gone, then back at me. He grabbed his package through his shorts, shaking what appeared to be a hard dick, and mouthed two words.

Fucking hot.

I winked at him and went past him, heading out the door to start my day.

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I sat on my couch that night and thought about the look on Josh’s face in that hallway and the way he had grabbed himself, and, honestly, I thought about how much I hated Dave. I thought about how pissed he would be if he knew his son wanted to fuck me so badly. I sent Josh a pic of my face, innocent enough. He said he had liked the last one. I knew I was re-opening the can of worms, but a part of my brain, deeply hidden in the back, wanted this so badly that it crawled itself out somehow. 

There was no immediate response. I watched TV for a while, loosely doing work on my computer at the same time, letting my thoughts simmer.

Just after midnight, I yawned. I was going to head to bed, when my phone lit up.

Josh: I'm outside your door.

My chest panged. My eyes went a bit wide with adrenaline. I got up and looked through the peephole.

He was standing there in a navy blue hoodie, hood up on his head, just a bit of blonde fluff sticking out the front. His face was naturally a bit pouty, his big, pink lips framed by handsome cheek bones, his skin a youthful porcelain. His hands were in the front pocket, weight on one leg. He looked like a typical teen. From his posture alone I could clock that he was on the younger end of gen-Z from a mile away. And that made this so wrong, but it made my heart race with the thrill that had been running through my veins for days.

I opened the door. He looked up and stepped in quickly, letting it close and latch behind him.

He looked up at me and asked if he could have a drink.

"You're not old enough," I said.

He reached out and put a hand on my crotch through my pants. What he found there changed his expression completely.

"Wow," he said quietly. "It's even bigger in person."

I put a hand on his neck and leaned forward to kiss him, but he dropped out of my grasp, falling straight to his knees, pulling my pants down with him.

I put a hand on the wall as he dove onto my dick, forcing his head down onto me and sucking me into his throat. I felt myself harden, with the most pleasurable sensations running through me as my shaft grew thicker and tighter against the insides of his orifice. This was not his first time. The kid knew what he was doing. 

There was nothing tentative about it, no hesitation as he started to nurse my dick, up and down with his tongue and lips. He forced me into his throat and swallowed several times, massaging me with his internal muscles. It was a warm, wet softness that I immediately recgonized was better than any girl had ever done on me.

After a minute, I was already going to cum, and he hadn’t even used his hands, which were braced against my hips.

When I moved him to the bed and got into position behind him, I didn't know what I didn't know. When I pressed into him using lube that he had brought himself, he sucked air through his teeth and said my name. I paused.

"Slow," he said. "Put your chest on my back." 

His hand reached back and found my hip. "Gentle.”

I did as he said. I had never put my dick in an ass before. But apparently it takes a little breathing room to get started. It felt even more erotic having to wait, letting my organ penetrate him slowly until his body relaxed enough to accept more of it. The soaking was as good as the anticipation of all of this had been.

Then, after a minute, he was ready. “Now push in more."

I did.

"Yesssss," he said, long and low, and his whole body settled.

Then he nodded.

I moved again. He groaned, loud, almost theatrical, and my first instinct was that he was performing, like it was some pornstar act. But I kept going, watching the toned back of this athletic dude, and his round, firm butt softly jiggling every time a thrust came in contact with him again. I stayed mostly slow at first, or else I would’ve finished immediately, but that changed after a few minutes. I found the angles that made him squirm, I tried to use my own organ to feel around for the right spots inside him. I almost wished my dick was a hand, with more moving parts to probe around for the exact, right spot.

As I continued experimenting with pace and angle, the whole time with his body facing away from me, his moans started to get quieter and more breathy, more focused on me. He made some involuntary, low grunts that weren’t just for me. That's when I understood it was real, and I was really doing something right.

"Neighbor boy wanted some dick," I said. It just came out.

He released a minor chuckle, overpowered by the intensity of the penetration, and then groaned.

I pulled out and flipped him over by his hips. He seemed surprised, then instinctively lifted his legs to let me back in. I pushed in quickly and pressed to the hilt, making his eyes widen. I pulled his body close to mine and put my mouth on the side his neck, my other hand digging through his hair as I worked my tongue down to his chest. He moaned lightly into the air as I thrust into him slowly, savoring every part of him. He tasted different than a girl. His skin was saltier, even though he had recently showered. The aroma this close was sharper. I told him I loved his nipples and he arched his back and pulled my head down hard on his right pec, letting me swirl my tongue around it..

When I reached for his dick, I stroked it once to the tip, feeling the wet slime dripping off of it, lubricating my fist. 

“No,” he said desperately, putting a hand on my arm. “I’ll cum too fast.”

I stopped moving my hand, holding his manhood by the base. It felt thick in my fingers.

Holding another guy’s organ for the first time, I thought about every guy I had ever looked at in “that way” from my entire life, images of their faces moving through my head all at once. There were locker rooms, hell even in classrooms. The gym showers in college were a deep trove of memories. There were even guys I had stood next to at urinals and glanced at that popped into my head in that moment. Every one of them arrived together, and I felt my whole body driving toward the edge.

I kept my rhythm and melted into him.

"Please," he said, "Cum in me, sir."

"Okay," I said. "Good boy."

I started to stroke him slowly.

"You're the biggest I've ever taken," he said. His voice was wrecked, nowhere near as bro-ey and polished and cool-kid-sounding as normal. "You're stretching me out."

I had never heard that before, and it made me half smile as my body approached nirvana.

He started moving on his own, bouncing under me and meeting me thrusts, somehow finding the momentum as I started slamming into him harder, distantly wondering if I was going to damage his internal organs. 

He suddenly got his legs under him, shifted his weight, and before I fully understood what was happening he had pushed me back, and he was riding me like a cowboy, never taking my dick out from inside his ass. He retained the momentum of the position flip, and kept moving, getting as wild as I had been when I was on top. He slammed his body down onto me, squatting and rapidly pounding his ass on me. 

“It’s so good,” he said. “I love it.”

“It’s so hot,” I said, hearing desperation in my own voice. I had lost whatever was left of my composure. He was fast and precise and completely out of his mind about it. I could hear the sound of has ass slapping down onto my body, pummeling himself with my shaft, his own dick leaking onto my abs. In less than a minute he had pulled me over the edge. I felt myself pulse and release into him while his wild bouncing continued.

"I'm cumming, dude," I said, and I was already several pulses into it.

He slowed down and rolled his hips and held the pressure steady, milking me with the muscles inside his ass while he made small bounces, focusing my tool on the specific button inside himself that he liked the most, his hand working his shaft with a tight grip.

He aimed himself downward, and I knew what an impedning male orgasm looked like. That I had seen among friends for a long time, through the edging sessions and all that. I reached out and replaced his hand, gripping him firmly and squelching a few tight strokes against the sensitive head of it until his body shook. I pointed him at my chest, and felt a large pulse in my hand, followed by a long squirt of white good that landed on my chin and several more rapid pulses against my palm. His breathing cut out above me and came back in one long exhale as he finished.

He leaned forward and let me slip out of him. I felt my deposit release from him and land with a warm, wet splash onto my crotch. He lowered himself down onto me, sitting his ass on my stomach. His body was solid and full of heat, the weight of his rod settling onto my chest. He leaned forward as if to embrace me, but just leaned his body against mine, while I let him do what he wanted. A male voice, soft now, right next to my ear.

"That was hot," he said.

"Yeah," I said. "It was."

He was quiet.

"I wish I could spend the night."

The anxiety came back fast.

"You can't," I said.

"I know." He lifted his head and looked at me. "Doesn't mean I can't come over again."

I looked at him for a second.

"You're definitely coming over again," I said.