The neighbor - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

I had only been back from campus for two days when the knock came.

It was late afternoon, the kind of heavy heat that made the air feel thick. I was alone in the house — my parents were out of town for the weekend — when I heard someone banging on the front door. When I opened it, Dean was standing there in an old pair of work shorts and nothing else.

Dean lived next door. Mid-forties, broad, solid, the kind of man who still looked strong from years of physical work. Full beard, thick dark hair across his chest and stomach, arms permanently tanned. He was the neighbor my parents always called when something needed fixing. I’d known him since I was a teenager, but we’d never really talked beyond polite greetings.

Today he looked frustrated and slightly pissed off.

“My truck’s giving me shit,” he said without preamble. “Need an extra pair of hands for a minute. You free? I know your dad not around this weekend, he use to help me with this stuff.”

I should have said no. Instead I nodded, pulled on a pair of sneakers, and followed him across the lawn to his open garage.

The heat inside was worse. Dean’s old pickup sat with the hood up. Tools were scattered across the workbench. He was already sweating, a dark trail running down the center of his hairy chest. Streaks of black grease marked his forearms and hands. He smelled like motor oil, metal, and warm skin.

“Hold this steady,” he said, nodding toward a part near the engine.

I stepped in and did as I was told. For a few minutes we worked in silence. Then Dean glanced at me sideways while tightening something with a wrench.

“You’re in college now, right?”

“Yeah. Second year.”

He grunted. “Your dad mentioned you’re… you know. Into guys.”

My hands tightened slightly on the metal. 

“Yeah.”

Dean kept working, but his voice stayed casual, almost thoughtful. “Never really got that. Not judging. Just never understood the appeal. Pussy is delicious, kid. You should try it” He wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of a greasy wrist. 

“I never understood the appeal…” I replied ironically. He laughed.

“You got a boyfriend or something?”

“Not right now.”

He nodded slowly, still not looking at me directly. “So you just… what? Hook up? Let guys use you?”

The question hung in the hot air. I felt my face warm.

“Sometimes,” I answered honestly.

Dean finally set the wrench down on the engine block with a dull metallic sound. When he turned to face me fully, his eyes were darker than before. He looked me over once, slow and deliberate, the same way he might assess a piece of equipment.

“Come here. I need you to do me a little favor.”

I hesitated, then stepped closer. He reached out with a grease-stained hand, gripped my jaw, and turned my face slightly to the side like he was inspecting me.

“You sore from anyone lately?”

The question made my stomach drop. “A little,” I admitted.

“Good. I like used pussy. My mistress stopped caring about sex, can you help your dad’s buddy? Can I use your faggot pussy to release some steam?”

I couldn’t believe this… but he was a DILF, a very hot one. My inner slut just replied.

“Yes… yes, sir.”

He let go of my face, grabbed my shoulder, and turned me around in one rough motion. A hard shove between my shoulder blades sent me forward until my chest hit the warm, dirty metal of the hood. The engine still gave off heat. I braced my hands on the greasy surface. Behind me I heard the soft sound of him shoving his shorts down.

He didn’t prepare me gently.

He spat once into his palm, rubbed two thick fingers over my hole, and pushed them inside without warning. I groaned at the sudden stretch. He worked them in and out a few times, rough and impatient, then pulled them out. A second later the heavy, hot head of his cock pressed against me.

He pushed in with one long, relentless thrust.

It burned. I bit down on my own forearm as he forced every thick inch inside me until his hips were flush against my ass and I could feel the rough hair of his stomach and thighs against my skin. A broken sound escaped me.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “I miss some college pussy. Bet you let every guy on campus use this.”

He started fucking me immediately — hard, deep strokes that made the truck rock slightly on its suspension. One big hand locked around the back of my neck, pinning my cheek against the hot, oil-stained metal. The other gripped my hip hard. Every thrust drove me forward against the hood. The smell of grease, sweat, and sex filled my nose.

“You like this?” he asked, never slowing down. “Getting bent over a truck by your dad’s buddy?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Say it properly.”

“Yes, sir. I like it,” I choked out. “I like getting fucked by you, sir.”

“That’s right.” He shifted his angle and started hitting that spot inside me with every thrust. My legs trembled. “You’re just a hole when it comes down to it. College boy with a tight pussy and nothing better to do.”

He leaned over me, covering my smaller frame with his heavier, sweat-slick body. His thick chest hair scraped against my smooth back through my thin t-shirt. His beard rubbed roughly against the back of my shoulder. The smell of him this close — oil, salt, pure male sweat — was overwhelming. He kept driving into me with short, brutal strokes, using me exactly like something he had every right to take.

“Look at you,” he snarled against my ear. “Bent over a guy’s truck, taking cock like you were made for it. Hairless little body, tight pussy, always walking around half-dressed in the summer. You wanted someone to notice. Since your father told you’re a fag I knew I had to use your pussy.”

I pushed back to meet his thrusts even though it hurt. He responded by slamming into me harder, the hand on my neck tightening until I could barely move my head.

“Take it,” he ordered. “Take every fucking inch. This is what you’re for when a real man needs to empty his balls.”

He fucked me like that for a few minutes — deep, punishing, relentless. My arms started shaking from holding myself up against the hood. Every hard thrust forced the air from my lungs. The garage filled with the wet sound of him using me and the low, animal sounds he made whenever I clenched around him.

When he got close, his rhythm turned savage. He gripped both of my hips with greasy hands and pulled me back onto his cock hard, burying himself as deep as he could go. A low, guttural sound tore out of his throat as he started coming. 

“Errrr… fuckkkk… fag, grrrr. Fuck yeah.”

I felt every thick, heavy pulse flooding me. He kept grinding through it, forcing every drop as deep as possible, until he finally stilled on top of me, breathing hard and ragged against the back of my neck.

For several long seconds neither of us moved. The only sound was both of us trying to catch our breath and the soft drip of sweat and cum onto the concrete floor.

Then he pulled out slowly. I felt his cum immediately begin to leak out of me and run down my thighs. It’s obviously we was pent up and cummed a lot.

Dean stayed behind me for a moment, one hand still resting heavily on my lower back, before he stepped away and pulled his shorts back up.

I remained bent over the hood, legs shaky, ass open and dripping, the warm metal sticky under my chest and stomach.

Dean picked up the wrench again like nothing had happened.

“Be discrete leaving my garage” he said, voice flat and controlled again. “And don’t walk around looking like you just got fucked. People talk, I don’t want to be associated with faggots, understood?

“Yes, sir.”

I pushed myself up on unsteady arms. More cum ran down the inside of my leg and dripped onto the floor. When I turned, he was already bent over his truck checking stuff that I don’t even know its name , back muscles shifting under sweaty, oil-streaked skin, as if he hadn’t just used his neighbor’s son over the hood of his truck.

I walked back across the lawn with his load still leaking out of me with every step, the taste of grease and sex thick in the air, and the clear knowledge that this was only the beginning.

He would call me over again, I hope so.

All characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the characters.