“I thought you quit?” I playfully chastised my manly neighbor Bart upon seeing him with a cigarette in the alley behind our row houses. He was shirtless, the golden sunset kissing his muscular, hairy, inked body. Unlike Bart, I was not a smoker, but I desperately wanted to smoke that big cock stuffed inside his denim jeans. “You told me you were done with smoking,” I teased him.
“Get off my fuckin’ back,” Bart rolled his eyes, taking a drag. “I had a shitty day at work, okay?”
“Just don’t let Ellie catch you out here smoking,” I warned. “She’ll have your balls.”
“I know,” he nodded, flicking ash onto the pavement. “I’ll finish before she gets home. I just needed a quick release.”
“I can give you a quick release,” I offered playfully. “And Ellie won’t smell it on you, like those cigarettes.”
“Dude, I’m not letting you suck my dick again,” Bart refused in a long stream of smoke. “I was drunk off my ass that one time.”
“Yeah, but not too drunk to admit it was the best blow job you ever had,” I reminded him. “Come on, man. Feed me a load over at my place,” I invited. “You know you’ll feel much better after I’ve drained those balls for you.”
“Not gonna happen, dude,” Bart stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray upon the garden table before stashing it behind a potted plant. “I gotta go mouthwash before Ellie gets home, or she’ll smell these cigs on my breath,” he turned to leave.
We parted ways, each of us to our own house. I was in my kitchen not five minutes later, pulling a box of pasta out of the cupboard to make dinner, when Bart wrapped urgently at my kitchen door.
“Let’s make this quick,” he pushed inside as I opened the door, Listerine on his breath. “Ellie is gonna be home any minute now.”
Bart made a fast beeline to my couch, unzipping his jeans, releasing his thick, veiny, nine-incher as he took a seat. I instantly dropped to my knees, taking his big one down my throat, sucking him hard.
“Christ, I forgot how good you are at this,” he exhaled, his head tipping back in ecstasy as I took him to the balls. “Yeah, choke on this big fuckin’ dick,” his hands held the back of my head.
I went to town on that big dick, ravenously sucking him from base to tip. My hands reached up and massaged his hairy pecs as I sucked him, his big cock growing even more rigid in response. I then came up for air, my tongue traveling south to suck his full balls.
“Yeah, work them balls,” he gripped his cock in one fist, beating it against my face as I sucked on his ripe, round beauties, churning the seed within. “You keep that up and you’re gonna get a big load outta me,” Bart promised.
I worked my way back up his veiny shaft, licking along the way, taking that meaty head back down my throat. I had just resumed sucking him, eager to get his creamy load in my belly, when Bart suddenly stopped me.
“Pull down your shorts,” he ordered.
“Uh—okay,” I complied, pulling them down. “You want to see my cock while I suck you?”
“No—turn around,” Bart ordered. “I want to see your ass. Now bend over, show me that cunt.”
I did as told, exposing my hole to him. His thick finger found my knotted sphincter, tracing the rim, slowly pushing into it. Bart began to finger fuck me, pushing his digit in past his thick knuckle, opening me up.
“Sit on my cock,” he demanded, suddenly withdrawing his finger and pulling me onto his lap. “I want to finish inside you.”
Wordlessly, I complied, taking a seat upon him like a kid sitting on Santa’s lap. With my ass resting upon his muscular thighs in a reverse cowboy position, Bart grabbed me by the hips and pushed into me.
“FUCK,” I yelped, a flash of pain consuming my body as Bart rammed his nine-incher up my ass. He immediately went to work, his hips driving that big dick in and out of my straining hole, my back rubbing against his hairy chest and belly.
Though I had sucked him beforehand, his cock was too dry. The friction was off the charts as he assaulted my hole, pummeling my ass with zero mercy. Yet that friction would work to my advantage.
“I’m gonna bust,” Bart warned suddenly, a deep throbbing in my bowels. “OH FUCK—Here it comes—FUCK—YEAH—FUCK,” he bellowed, his cock releasing his seed into my depths.
“Yeah, breed me,” I moaned in delight, grinding my ass against his pubes as his big dick flooded my guts with his warm load. “Seed my fuckin’ hole.”
“That was good,” Bart pushed me off his lap as soon as his balls were depleted, my body tumbling to the floor. “I gotta get home now before Ellie catches my ass over here,” he stood up and stuffed his cummy cock back into his jeans.
“You’re welcome to come back whenever you want,” I invited, standing up on wobbly legs, his cum leaking from my gaping hole. “You can fuck me again like that anytime.”
“I’ll be back after work tomorrow,” Bart assured me, zippping up his fly. “If I’m gonna kick smoking, I’ll need another vice to take its place. Fucking your tight ass every day seems like the perfect choice.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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