Jae's Neighbor

Jake fucking despised Carl, his asshole neighbor. The guy was a walking shit-show--blasting shitty music at all hours, leaving trash everywhere, and acting like the duplex was his personal kingdom. Jake had put up with it for months, but tonight, the prick crossed a line. It was past midnight when Carl pounded on Jake's door like a goddamn lunatic, waking him from a dead sleep. "Open the fuck up, Jakey!" Carl's slurred voice boomed through the wood. Pissed as hell, Jake yanked the door open, wearing nothing but boxers, ready to rip the bastard a new one.

"What the fuck do you want, you drunk piece of shit?" Jake snarled, glaring at Carl's sweaty, red face. The guy stank of booze and cigarettes, his beefy frame filling the doorway. Carl smirked, leaning in too close, his breath hot and sour. "You fucked me over with that landlord complaint, you little bitch. Cost me money. Now you're gonna pay up--my way." Before Jake could tell him to fuck off, Carl shoved him back into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Get the fuck out!" Jake shouted, shoving Carl's chest, but the guy was a goddamn tank--unmoving, grinning like a psycho. "Not 'til you suck my dick, you prissy fuck," Carl growled, grabbing Jake's arm and twisting it hard. "You're gonna choke on it, or I'll make your life hell--landlord's just the start, motherfucker." Jake's blood ran cold, his stomach churning. This wasn't happening. No fucking way. But Carl's grip tightened, forcing him down. "On your knees, cocksucker."

"Fuck you, you sick bastard!" Jake spat, struggling, but Carl yanked his hair, shoving him to the floor. The hardwood bit into Jake's knees, and he cursed himself for not hitting the gym more--Carl was too fucking strong. The prick unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock--fat, veiny, already twitching. "Open your goddamn mouth," Carl barked, smacking Jake's cheek with it, the musky stench making him gag. "I ain't asking twice, you little shit."

Jake's head spun, rage and panic clawing at him. He wanted to punch the fucker's lights out, but Carl's threats echoed--eviction, worse. "You're fucking dead for this," he hissed, but Carl just laughed, forcing his jaw open with rough fingers. "Suck it, slut," he sneered, thrusting in hard. Jake choked, the thick, salty taste hitting him like a punch, his throat burning as Carl fucked his mouth without mercy. "Yeah, fuckin' take it, you whiny bitch."

It was hell at first--Jake gagging, eyes watering, hands pushing uselessly at Carl's thighs. The wet, sloppy sounds were fucking humiliating, Carl's grunts loud and disgusting--"That's right, choke on my cock, you piece of shit." Spit dripped down Jake's chin, his nose buried in coarse pubes every time Carl shoved deep. He hated it, hated the bastard, hated the helpless feeling twisting his gut. But then--fuck--something shifted. The rhythm, the heat, the sheer filth of it started sinking in, and Jake's dick twitched in his boxers, betraying him.

Carl noticed, laughing like a smug asshole. "Look at you, gettin' hard for it. Knew you were a dirty little fuck." Jake wanted to deny it, to scream, but his body wasn't listening. He stopped fighting as hard, his tongue moving--tentative at first, then bolder, swirling around the tip when Carl pulled back. The bastard groaned, "Fuck yeah, suck it good," and Jake did, hollowing his cheeks, taking it deeper on his own. The taste wasn't so bad now--salty, raw, kinda hot in a fucked-up way--and his own cock throbbed, aching against the fabric.

"Shit, you're into it now, huh, you slut?" Carl rasped, hips pumping faster. Jake didn't answer--just kept going, sucking harder, his hands gripping Carl's legs instead of pushing. The power flipped somewhere in his head--he wasn't just taking it anymore; he was giving it, making Carl unravel. The guy's grunts turned desperate, "Fuck--gonna cum, you nasty bitch," and Jake didn't pull away. He wanted it now, wanted to feel it, taste it. His own dick leaked, straining, and he moaned around Carl's cock, the vibration tipping the bastard over.

Carl came hard, a guttural "Fuck!" ripping out as he flooded Jake's mouth--hot, thick, bitter as hell. Jake swallowed, choking a little but not stopping, milking it out 'til Carl shuddered, pulling back with a sloppy pop. Jake wiped his mouth, panting, his face flushed and his boxers tented. Carl smirked, zipping up. "Knew you'd be a good little cocksucker. Next time, don't fuck with me." He stumbled out, leaving Jake on the floor, dazed and horny as shit.

Jake sat there, chest heaving, the taste of Carl's cum still coating his tongue. "Fucking prick," he muttered, but his hand was already sliding down, shoving his boxers off. His cock sprang free, hard as fuck, leaking precum like a goddamn faucet. He gripped it tight, stroking fast, replaying the whole dirty mess--Carl's rough voice, that thick dick in his throat, the way he'd started liking it. "Shit--fuckin' sick," he growled, but his hips bucked into his fist, chasing the high. It hit fast, a hot, messy spurt across his chest, and he scooped it up with shaky fingers, shoving them in his mouth. The taste--salty, tangy, his own--mixed with Carl's aftertaste, and he groaned, licking it clean, a twisted grin curling his lips. Maybe he'd knock on that asshole's door tomorrow after all.