Straight Neighbor Gets Curious

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I’d lived in my duplex for seven full months before ever meeting my neighbor. I’d begun to think that a ghost was living there because I’d never once heard anything coming from the other side of the wall and I had never seen anyone entering or leaving the house. Even during the snowy months, there were no footprints in the snow.

One evening in early spring, I was sitting on our shared porch, sipping a beer when an Uber pulled up and an objectively gorgeous man hopped out. He pulled a luxurious luggage bag out of the trunk and waved the driver on before trotting up the steps and making eye contact with me. He smiled a tiny smile at me.

“Hi there.” He said, dropping the luggage at his door and turning to face me. “You must be my new neighbor.”

I stared up at him for a few moments before realizing my mouth was hanging open and I probably looked like a fucking fool. I closed my mouth and nodded with a smile.

“If you can still count over six months of living here as being the new neighbor, then sure!” I said, laughing and he nodded. His cheeks burned a bit red. It was really fucking cute.

“Uh, yeah. I’m not here very often, clearly. I’m Ray, by the way.” He said. He looked at the beer in my hand and raised his eyebrows. “Got anymore of those?”

“Nice to meet you, Ray. I’m Calvin and, yeah, I was just about to head inside for another. Want one?” I said. My stomach was feeling all fluttery. He nodded.

“Let me go wash the plane air off of me and I’ll come over in like twenty minutes?” He replied, pulling his keys out of his pocket. 

“Sick, dude. I was actually thinking of hanging out inside because the mosquitoes are starting to bite so feel free to just let yourself in!” I said, standing up from my chair. He grinned and nodded as he let himself into his house.

As soon as the door was closed behind him, I quickly walked into my side of the house and began a mad dash of quickly tidying up. I lived alone so things were slightly messier than I’d have wanted them to be for a very hot man to see. I wasn’t really getting any gay vibes from this man but you could never be sure these days. He was tall, fit, dark. He had a gorgeous head of black hair and a nice thick but trimmed beard to match but he’d been wearing a nondescript sweater over some loose jeans; a typical comfy airport outfit, sure, but it didn’t give any hints as to whether he sucked dick or not.

Twenty five minutes or so passed before my front door slowly opened and Ray walked in, now wearing a short sleeved button up with the top two buttons undone revealing chest hair that was thicker than I’d have imagined and a pair of sweatshorts that came an inch or two above his knee, carrying a bottle of peanut butter whiskey in one hand and a bag of Doritos in the other. He raised them up with a grin on his face, raising his eyebrows. I’d been sitting on the couch and awkwardly stood up when he entered.

“I don’t even know you and you’re already speaking my language.” I said, meeting him halfway and taking the bottle of whiskey from him, eyeing it. I turned and headed into my kitchen. “On the rocks?”

“Well, of course.” He said, following me. I grabbed us a couple of short glasses and quickly filled them with ice before leading him back to the couch. I’d already turned the TV on and put it on a random sports channel where some soccer game was playing. I didn’t give a singular fuck about sports but I didn’t want a show with dialogue to be playing in the background.

At first, we sat in silence, sipping our drinks and watching the game. Soon, the warmth of the liquor spread into my chest and I asked him why I’d never seen him before. This launched into a lore drop about his travel job and how he only rented here to have somewhere to land when he wasn’t on the road for work. It’d been a very busy year and he’d only been home for days at a time here and there. 

A couple of hours had gone by and we’d both gotten properly drunk; filling each other in on our family history, random stories from college, the shit we liked to do when we weren’t working. It was during these conversations that I’d gathered he was a straight man which sucked but I’d made a new friend that literally lived next door so I wasn’t super disappointed. He’d asked if I was dating anyone and it gave me the opportunity to disclose my sexuality to him and he didn’t bat an eye.

“So, we’re both just single losers then, huh?” He asked, leaning back on the couch while shaking his head. I raised my glass.

“Cheers to that. Yeah, my last relationship lasted two years and ended in a pretty fucking shitty way. So, I’m just honestly thrilled to be single while I process all of that trauma.” I said.

“What happened?” He asked, looking genuinely interested. I shook my head.

“Nah, man, I don’t wanna go there tonight. It’ll harsh my buzz tremendously and you will regret asking. It’s a lot.” I replied before draining my glass. He nodded, following my lead and finishing his. I stood up and took his glass to go get us some more ice. He turned his body around on the couch to face me as I walked back into the kitchen.

“I’m assuming the whole choosing to be emotionally mature and single thing gets a bit frustrating though. Sexually, I mean.” He said, raising his eyebrows again. There was a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Well, to be fair, I do still fuck a lot. Grindr is very useful tool when it comes to busting a nut with someone else but I also jerk off all the time these days. It’s weird to think about how little I actually came when I had a partner and, now, I feel like a teenager again.” I said as I put the ice in our glasses and headed back to the couch, plopping down beside him a bit closer than I’d been sitting before.

“Dude, I relate to that shit on a molecular level. I jerk off like twice a day at this point. I did on the fucking plane earlier.” He admitted, bursting into laughter. I started laughing too because that was a truly ridiculous admission.

“Hey, when you gotta cum, you gotta cum.” I said and he nodded vigorously.

“So, you just have an app where dudes will come suck your dick?” He said, still laughing. I nodded.

“More or less, yes. That’s the benefit to being gay. Dudes are always down.” I said. He raised his eyebrows again.

“Is that so?” He asked and I, once again, nodded. “That’s wild. Lucky as hell. It’s like pulling teeth to get a girl to fuck me these days.”

“Really? That’s baffling to me. You’re, like, hot as fuck.” I responded a little too quickly and regret instantly entered my brain. He looked at me, his eyebrows low but a smirk on his face.

“You think I’m hot?” He asked, his voice teasing. I sighed.

“I mean, yes, objectively you are hotter than the average man.” I said. He sipped his whiskey, pondering my answer.

“Well, thank you. I think it’s just women these days want to be courted; especially the ones in my age range. They’ve been fuckboyed out and just want a husband most of the time. I’d prefer to be a fuckboy a bit longer before I have to start thinking about marriage and kids and shit. I like my freedom and my money too much to give it up yet. Especially for pussy.” 

“Alright, it sounds like they would fuck you but you just don’t want to fuck them.” I said, chiding him a bit. He shook his head.

“I’m just honest with them that I don’t want anything serious and, nine times out of ten, they are done after that. I’m about ready to just give up and invest in a sex doll or something.” He said and I laughed a bit too loudly in response. “Hell, I’d probably even consider batting for the other team on my horniest days.”

This stopped my laugh a bit short because the way he said was laced with something I couldn’t quite place. He didn’t make eye contact with me when he said it and was instead staring down at his drink, swirling it around.

“Oh? Have you ever done that before?” I asked, keeping my tone even and innocent. He looked back up at me.

“Fucked around with a dude?” He asked and I nodded. He shook his head.”Never. Unless you count the time in college that my roommate and I fucked a girl at the same time.”

“Did you guys touch each other?” I asked and he shook his head again. “Then, no I wouldn’t count that as a queer experience.”

“I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t thought about it though. How much easier it would probably be. And, like, I’ve caught myself looking at a fit guy’s arms and ass if they were objectively attractive, as you would say.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” I responded, still trying to maintain a casual air even though I was getting hornier by the second.

“But I don’t know if I’d even be able to get it up. It’s just one of those things that crosses my mind when I’m down bad in a crazy way.” He said. I grunted in agreement. I totally got his desperation. “So, you’re saying that you could open Grindr or whatever right now and a dude would just come suck your cock?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at this. Straight men were always equally blown away when they learned information like this despite knowing how horny they were themselves.

“More or less, yes. I could open it right now and would be able to nut within the hour.” I said, sipping my drink with a bit of superiority to rub it in a little.

“That’s incredible.” He said, a look of amazement on his face. 

“I’m also betting that you absolutely would be able to get it up. We give the best blowjobs. I’m sure you’ve heard every gay man you’ve ever met say that but it is maybe the truest statement in the world. Your dick would stand no chance of staying soft.” I say. A bit of a challenge escaped in my tone but I didn’t care at this point. I’d had enough whiskey and so had he that I wasn’t worried at all about the repercussions of a little poke like that. He rolled his eyes, grinning again.

“Oh yeah? You putting money on that bet?” He asked, angling himself toward me a bit more. I felt my body tense up in response but it was clear that he was teasing me too in that way that all straight men do when they are comfortable with a gay man.

“Hey, I’m just saying. It’s basic body science. If something feels good, your dick is gonna respond.” I said, matching his teasing energy and angling myself toward him too. I could see his front falter a bit as he took in my words. He brings his half full glass back up to his mouth and downs the whole thing before sitting it on my coffee table. He looks back at me, smirking.

“If you’re so sure, prove it.” He said, and leaned back and the arm of the couch. This is where my front crumbled and I laughed nervously in response. He doubled down and spread his legs apart. His already short shorts slid up his thighs a bit higher. There was a fine layer of hair on them as they traveled up toward his crotch and I felt saliva begin to pool in my mouth. I looked down at his crotch and back up at him. “Well?”

The competitive and, admittedly, very horny side of me took over. Instead of just jumping on his dick, I decided to call his bluff. I reached a hand forward and slid off one of his tennis shoes as he watched me. That smirk on his face only continued to grow so I took his other shoe off, this time taking the sock with it before reaching over and taking off his other sock. I made eye contact with him as I placed a hand on his ankle and slowly slid my hand up his leg, giving him the chance to call it off but he didn’t say a word.

My hand made it up to his thigh and I let my fingertips slide under the leg of his shorts, sure this would be the moment he’d chicken out. Instead, he lifted his hips and slid closer to me, making my hand go further into his shorts and I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath them. I pulled my hand out and adjusted my position before letting my hand travel to his crotch on top of his shorts. I gave it a squeeze and a small gasp came out of his mouth. He was soft but it was clear that he’d been starved for human touch.

I reached up and put both of my hands on his waistband before sliding them down. He raised his legs for me to slide them all the way past his feet, giving me a beautiful view of his taint and ass. This was maybe the hairiest man I’d ever seen partially naked.

“And you’re sure about this?” I asked him. He nodded, licking his lips. His facial expression had become one that I was all too familiar with; that of a man who was ready to cum at all costs. I lowered myself to lay face down on the couch between his legs. I brought a hand up and started playing with his soft dick, rubbing my thumb up and down the underside of it and admiring how pretty it was already. 

I leaned down and let my tongue graze over his balls as I stroked him gently. He gasped again as soon as my mouth made contact and I couldn’t help but smile. I tasted all of his sack, sucking each ball into my mouth, giving him the full worship experience. I could already feel his dick fluffing up in my hand. I let go of it and lifted up his balls so that I could lick his taint for a bit. When I opened my eyes and looked back up, he had his hand on his furry stomach. He’d slid his shirt up a bit and his cock was hardening even more.

I raised up and pulled him toward me so that I could take his shirt completely off. I was dying to see the full picture and I was not disappointed. This was certainly one of the hottest men I’d ever had naked in my house. I pushed him back down and lowered myself back to his cock. I let my tongue swirl around the tip and the first moan came out of his mouth. I knew already that this was going to be one of the best blowjobs of his life.

When I put it in my mouth, I immediately went to the base and let it hit the back of my throat to set the tone. His hands instantly came to my head and his hips lifted off the couch. I brought a hand up to his stomach and pushed him down, letting him know that I was in control. He released his grip and let his fingers gently run through my hair as I slowly bobbed up and down on his cock.

I continued to worship his cock slowly, only increasing speed every now and then because I wanted this to last for both of us. My hands massaged his balls and I used my thumb to press against his taint as I sucked him. His moans grew louder and louder until they became almost whimpers. He was like water in my hands and I knew that he’d never be the same after this. About fifteen minutes into the blow job, he whispered something but I didn’t quite hear it. I pulled my head off and used my hand to keep the momentum going when I asked him what he’d said.

“I want to fuck you.” He replied, this time much louder and braver than the tiny whisper. My eyes widened but I nodded. I didn’t expect this to happen at all. I immediately stood to remove my clothes and moved to the end table beside the couch where I kept my lube and fleshlight. I brought back the lube and quickly started coating his dick with it before pouring some on my hand to lube my own ass with.

When I felt that everything was properly covered, I spread his legs open a bit more and straddled him, aligning my ass directly over his leaking cock. He was biting down on his bottom lip. He brought hands to my torso and rubbed them through my own body hair. He brought one hand down and cupped my balls with it, giving them a slight squeeze. He chuckled.

“We’re gonna start slow. Just let me adjust to you in me.” I instructed and he nodded. I reached my hand behind my back and grabbed his dick, lining it up with my entrance and I lowered myself down. Electricity shot through my body as the head made contact with my hole and I pushed down further. He groaned incredibly loud as he pushed inside me. I looked back down at him and his eyes were closed. He was fully smiling with pleasure and I slid myself down further. It had been a while since I’d bottomed so I knew how tight I was.

“Fuck, I might cum really fast.” He said, as I slid down more before bottoming out on him. I shook my head.

“No, you’re not allowed to. You’re all the way in now. Fuck me.” I said, putting both hands on his chest, gripping his hairy pecs and arching my back slightly. I bounced one time for good measure and his hips responded in time with the moan I caused him to make. He made eye contact with me and started to fuck me, slowly. 

Soon, we were in complete rhythm together. My now hard cock slapped against his lower stomach as he thrust into me. Pleasure was coursing through my body as he hit my g-spot over and over again. I knew that I was now the one in danger of cumming fast.

“Fuck me harder, straight boy.” I demanded him, pulling his chest hair a little harder. His grin became downright devilish as he flipped our position to missionary and he started pounding into me. His balls slapped hard against me as he fucked me fast and hard. Both of us moaned loudly as this continued. I was in state of pure bliss because he was really fucking good at fucking. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him down to me, biting his shoulder and he began fucking me even harder.

“I’m going to cum inside of you.” He growled into my ear before licking my neck up to my stubbled jawline. I whimpered in agreement and he raised himself back up to fuck me harder. He thrust a few more times and I felt the warmth grow inside of me as he came. This caused my own cock to explode and ropes of cum shot up my body, landing on my stomach, chest and my chin. He let himself collapse on top of me after he pulled out and our cocks pressed together, slowly softening in tandem.

I wrapped my arms around him, embracing him tightly as he kissed my neck over and over while our breathing came back to a normal pace. I rolled us onto our sides so that our noses were touching. His eyes were heavy and I could tell he loved this experience just as much as I did. I slid my hand down between us and found his cock, squeezing it. He grinned at me again. I chuckled before saying,

“I think you just lost the bet.”

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