Three Doors Down -- My Neighbour Gets What He Deserves Part 1
Legal notes apply. This story is in British English.
I live between deepest darkest suburbia and the city centre of Birmingham in the UK. The houses are large, Victorian terraces, no driveway, always cold. It was a Saturday morning, house to myself and I'd just finished a half hour workout. I didn't intend on showering, I mean I washed myself down there when I woke up so I wasn't dirty, just sweaty, manly. I get turned on by the smell of my post-workout body, if I'm at home by myself I catch myself getting hard when I reach to get something and smell under my arms. Besides, I wasn't going anywhere, it was cold outside, raining a lot as it does in November, and I had the fire on so I was good.
My plan for that day was to have a leisurely wank, probably stick a butt plug inside me, and tease myself for a few hours until I couldn't take any more. I'm 5'10", hairy, athletic build with a 6" cock and hairy bubble butt. My plan was rudely interrupted when the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anything, and I hoped it wasn't one of those door-to-door salespeople. I was literally wearing a pair of loose cotton gym shorts and a T-shirt, but it was probably clear that I was free-balling, so I opened the door and kind of hid my body behind it.
It wasn't a door-to-door salesperson. It was the prick who lives a few doors down standing there in a pair of soaked grey joggers and a white T-shirt that was going see-through it was so wet from the rain. This guy is a complete dick, he always has a scowl on his face, and he has been through about five cars since the time I've lived here, buying them, `fixing them up,' adding massive body-kits and exhausts that make an awful noise. He must be about 25 or 26, and lives at home with his parents. Thing is, this arrogant arsehole is also hot; he must be about 6' tall, dirt blond her that probably needs cutting, handsome, broad shoulders looks like he must work out. I've often wondered whether a good fuck would make him less angry all the time.
Anyway, here he is at my door, same scowl as always, but this time cold and wet.
"Can I help?" I said.
"I er, just came out of the shower and went to get my phone from the car and I've locked myself out of the house." He just stood there, looking at me insolently, waiting for me to say something.
"Nobody is in, I tried next door but looks like everyone is out." This time his scowl had softened a bit and he started to look a bit more desperate.
"Would you mind if er..." He didn't really know how to ask if he could come in, but I'm not heartless.
"Ah that's so unlucky, sure do you want to come and wait here until someone is back to let you in?"
"Thanks yeah I'd really appreciate that." He was actually being quite polite, and I felt bad for making him stay outside in the rain for so long.
I took him through the hallway and into the lounge, he was absolutely soaked, and I think he sensed that I was panicking that he'd sit on the sofa.
"Wait there one second" I told him, and went to grab a towel.
By the time I'd got back he had taken his T-shirt off and was standing in front of the fire trying to warm up. I threw the towel at him and he quickly dried his hair. He was smooth apart from the hair under his arms. Nicely worked out chest, olive skin and dark hard nipples.
"I'm really sorry but I can't sit here like this, do you mind if I go and dry off properly?"
"No problem," I told him as he left the room, "if you want a pair of shorts to change into, there are some in the second bedroom, third drawer down."
He came back down after a few minutes rather sheepishly. He was still topless, but had helped himself to a pair of light grey jersey shorts, through which I could clearly see the outline of his sizeable cock. I think he saw me glance down because when I looked back up he had a knowing smile on his face.
"So you do yoga then?" He said, which brought me back to the room. "I saw your mat and stuff when I was grabbing a pair of shorts."
"Yeah I've practised for years, have you ever tried?"
"No, I'm not flexible enough, but I've always wanted to actually."
"Ok, well I guess we have quite a bit of time on our hands, I could show you if you like?"
To my surprise he said "sure, can't hurt." This could be interesting I thought, and then cursed myself for not having showered today.
"Great," I got up from the sofa, "sorry I er, didn't shower today, so let me go and just do that quickly."
"Nah, I don't mind," he quickly said, "if you're going to be exercising seems a bit pointless, I'll be the same in five minutes."
I shrugged and made my way upstairs and heard him follow. He stood there as I rolled out two yoga mats and asked him to sit on one. I was warm and took my T-shirt off as well, trying to take my mind off my hardening dick. I hoped it wouldn't start leaking too; my cock is like a tap for precum, I don't even need to be hard, just horny enough, and I'll get a growing wet spot in my underwear.
I started the class, cross-legged, back straight, then told him we'd get on all fours to do some spinal flexions.
"Breathe in and curve your back, backside and head up and stomach down, then round through the spine as you breathe out." I took the chance to look over at him pointing his arse in the air doggy-style, it was such a turn on that I had to focus on something else to keep myself under control.
"Downward facing dog," I said, and pulled myself back into the position.
"I'm not sure I'm doing it right," he said.
"Do you mind if I use my hands to correct you?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Er, no not at all, do whatever you like."
I took the invitation and placed my hand on his back pushing him further into the pose and then used my hands to pull his hips up higher, at which point he let out a gasp and then tried to clear his throat.
We worked through a strong flow, building up heat. As we moved to a cool down, I told him to sit down and spread his legs so that we can stretch over to each side. As he did this I saw up the leg of his shorts and saw his dick staring back at me, just the tip of his cockhead peeking out of the foreskin. That was enough for me to be rock-hard in seconds. We spent a few minutes stretching and I managed to think myself down to a semi, but the damage had already been done, and I had a wet patch of precum on my shorts.
"Now, happy baby pose," I said
He looked at me with a half-smile and said, "what pose?"
"Here let me show you, lay on your back, grab your feet with the soles pointing to the sky."
"Can you help?" He asked. Something told me he didn't necessarily need help but I wanted to touch him again.
"Push my legs towards me a bit more." He told me. I looked down at him and could have blown right there; he was in the position, like he was inviting me to fuck him, and I could see a faint dark line down the centre of his shorts where he'd worked up a sweat. My cock was throbbing, and trying to hide it, I pushed his legs further towards the ground.
"You're going to have to lean right on top of me to make it work," he said as he looked me straight in the eye with his lips slightly parted. I pushed his legs slightly more and lowered myself so that my cock was rubbing his hole through our shorts.
"Fuck..." he sighed. I moved my hips slightly, just to make sure that we were on the same page, and he responded by pushing back at me. Suddenly he pushed me away, and I fell back worried I'd gone too far, but he took that moment to just pull his shorts off and lay back in the same position with his hot hole on full display. I didn't need any encouragement, I took his arse cheeks in my hands and ran my tongue along his taint, inhaling his manly smell deeply. He moaned, and I knew I could have my way with him. His arsehole was surrounded by fine blond hairs, and was a perfect dark pink. His cock was a good 7" long, nice thick head covered by a silky soft foreskin.
I tongued his sweaty balls and ran my tongue down his crack, avoiding his hole a few times, teasing him. Then I pulled back so I could take aim. In one motion I buried my tongue straight into his arsehole, licking, poking my tongue in, eliciting deep moans from this hot fucker. I felt a hand on the back of my head pushing me into him, and I started to feel his hole yield to my tongue as he relaxed and wanted me more. My tongue dipped inside him and I nearly came in my shorts. I backed off slightly to admire the sight. His arse was glistening wet, curly pubes slick with spit glistened either side of his entrance. I used a finger to take some of my precum and rub it around his hole. He was pushing up, trying to spear himself on my finger. I traced round the edge of it, then slicked with saliva I gently pushed it inside him and up towards his prostate. I wanted him to remember how good it is to play with another guy.
He was panting, his hips moving up towards my finger. I took it out, and stuck it back in my mouth along with another finger, then moved them towards his hole. I rubbed the entrance with my fingers and saw his arse open up slightly on its own. I thought to myself, `this guy's born to take dick'. I pushed them in and popped past the resistance inside, hearing him grunt as he got used to the feeling. I could properly push his p-spot now; rubbing it I could see his beautiful cock ooze precum. His eyes were closed, I think he was in heaven.
I pulled my fingers out and his eyes snapped open. He grabbed me hand trying to push my fingers back inside but I had other ideas.
"Get up and squat," I told him. He did as told, and I put my fingers to his lips so he could wet them. He looked at them, his arse was perfectly clean, and without hesitation he sucked on my fingers whilst looking me in the eye.
I moved my hand underneath him and placed my fingers at his entrance whilst he squatted.
"Fuck them," I whispered.
He needed no encouragement, and sat straight down onto my fingers. He started bouncing as hard and fast as he could, needing them deeper inside him.
"Do you want my cock now then?" I smirked. "Ask me for it."
He was so horny he would have done anything at that moment for a cock inside him.
"Please, please fuck me. I need your dick in me"
I lay down on my back on the other mat and put my hands behind my head, inviting him to use me to satisfy himself. I was there in my hairy glory, heavy balls hanging between my legs and my 6" thick dick standing to attention, a stream of precum running down the shaft. He took the initiative and knelt with his arse in my face, taking my cock into his mouth to wet it. I hungrily dove into his hole with my tongue and got him even looser. It took all of a minute for him to spin around and squat back over my cock. He teased it with his arse lips, just rubbing the tip against his hole, getting it slick with precum. Then with a look of concentration and relief, he slowly sat down on me until I was balls-deep inside him. I didn't move. He looked content, like this is what had been missing from his life. His dick was leaking precum everywhere and he started to rise up and down the full length of my hard cock.
He leant down over me and started licking my armpits, rubbing his face in there to cover himself in my scent. I started to move my hips up and aimed my cock at the place I knew he'd enjoy it.
"Oh shit!" he gasped, eyes wide open. I fucked up and towards me hard again. He just stayed motionless, half-kneeling, mouth open, eyes closed, in total ecstasy. I started pistoning hard into him. He had his hands either side of me supporting his weight as my cock owned his arsehole.
"I think I need to piss," he said.
"No you don't," I told him roughly. "Stay where the fuck you are, you're going to cum."
I picked up the tempo and he let out a low continuous groan.
"Uuhhh, ooooh, oooh something's happening, oh shit, I--I'm... Fuck!" He screamed as I felt his arse contract around my dick and ropes of cum shot out of his cock and over my stomach and face. His pulsating hole brought me to the edge and I roared as I fucked me cum into him, slowly coming to a rest with my dick deep inside. He sat back onto my cock. I looked at him as I scooped up his cum with my fingers and ate it like a pig.
"Wow," was all he could say. I could see he was getting hard again. `My turn now I thought...'
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