Meeting the Neighbor

I was married with kids for 15 years starting in my early 20s. Now in my mid thirties I am living in a shitty apartment waiting for the house sale to close. It is an apartment in one of those dilapidated complexes with college kids, immigrant families and losers. I feel like maybe I fit in with the latter, but even though divorce is a relief, it feels like failure.

The apartment complex has two nice features and two alone. It is cheap and it has a gym. Aside from those I would not be disappointed if I came home one day to find it burned.

My middle age spread had started to become more of an imperial expansion possibly at a blitzkrieg pace during my divorce. Now that it was all but final I found the need to get my shit together. This is to say that now that no one had taken care of my needs for some time, I felt like I was going to explode unless I found a new recruit.

I had found a personal trainer and went to him three times per week but once in a while timing didn't work out or he was on vacation so I'd use the gym at the apartment complex. It was standard fare, a bench press, some dumbbells, kettlebells, a bike and one of those overly complicated machines they used to sell on commercials during the news playing on airport monitors along with the shakeweights. There was rarely anyone in there and as is customary in modern American culture, you don't talk and avoid even looking at each other.

One day while my trainer was on vacation I was in the gym and another man joined me. I recognized that he was two doors down from me as I'd seen him coming and going. However we'd never spoken or made eye contact. He was maybe a little younger than me but it's sometimes harder to tell with black guys. With each year white skin just tans like leather in the sun and as they say black don't crack. He was over 6', dwarfing my 5'9 and absolutely jacked but more football player than bodybuilder with a little extra meat on his bones. He had a hairdo that I'm too culturally ignorant to describe. It wasn't an afro having more lengths and style but was on the scale of one.

I was doing my usual routine that I do with my trainer. It alternates but today included floor exercises, curls and chest presses among other exercises. I'd looked over at him deadlifting the barbell. He was pushing a lot of weight. I was in awe so much that I realized I'd been staring a bit long and quickly returned to my routine. After a while I heard a deep voice tell me "you're doing that wrong." I looked over at him.

I was actually a little pissed. How arrogant. I've been doing weights since high school. Sure I took a break but after a year of training I was pretty sure my form was correct. However I calmed as he clearly had spent more time in the gym. He did a curl. "It's like this. Look in the mirror. You'll see."

I did and realized he was right. I'd lost my form. "Oh thanks, you're right."

"I can help you with your kettle bell form too if you like," he said sizing me up a bit.

"Thanks. I'd appreciate that."

We walked over to the kettle bells. He asked me to show him my stance for the goblin squat. I did.

"Pull your feet apart a bit and show me," he said confidently.

I did as he asked but he looked disapproving. "You're going to hurt your back that way. Let me help," he stated as he got behind me. I could smell his musk. It was strong but not acrid or unpleasant. I was afraid I smelled like a locker room. Then I realized we're both in the gym. Besides, what do I care?

"Pay attention," he ordered with an arrogance that I found both trying and...well something else that made me want to comply. He put his hand on my back and my chest, "Straighten up and go down with your legs and up with your legs. Don't use your back."

I complied, "better," he said with more approval in his voice. "Now synchronize your breath," he demonstrated as I went down again.

He reached down and grabbed my leg a bit and pulled me back. "More on your haunches." As I went down this time my ass rubbed against his groin. I could feel it in his gym shorts. I was going to apologize but he kind of pushed me down at the shoulders again and I rubbed against him again. Was he doing this on purpose? Was I imagining things?

He grabbed my ass and said "If you're doing it right you'll hit this muscle group too. If not, your lower back will hurt. Feel the difference?" There was something else in his voice now, I couldn't quite place it but I was fairly sure he was hitting on me in a gym bro teaches the girl kind of way. "Nice. Much better."

I wasn't sure what to do. I'd never seen myself as gay. I'd grown up in a progressive household, nothing wrong with it of course but it wasn't me. I'd fantasized of course and once or twice watch some gay porn on the net, but more curiosity than anything I considered.

I felt him getting a little hard but my legs were totally burnt. I had to stop. "Wow, thanks. I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow."

"Anytime," he replied and offered his hand. "I'm Marcus."

I took it, "Chris."

He matter of factly said he liked to have a beer after a tough workout and that he had some chilling. "Wanna share one?"

I replied I'd love to without even thinking. I followed him to his place. It looked almost the same as mine but he had the upgraded and larger floor plan. His furniture was all high end or antique. It didn't fit this dump at all. His place even had a balcony overlooking the goose pond behind the complex. We went to the balcony to drink two Heinekens that he poured into glasses.

I learned he was in a corporate apartment doing some consulting. He decided to stay in town and was looking for a place. I told him my sad story and after we finished, he suggested we shower and have another. I started to leave and he asked where I was going? "Uh to shower and change?"

"Meh, shower together, save water. I've got a robe you can wear," he said this matter-of -factly like it was a normal thing for two adult strangers to do after a workout. He started walking to the bathroom and glanced over, "well?"

It was a moment of truth. Do I go shower with another man who will almost certainly fuck me or do I go home, maintain my identity and think of what might happen. I remembered his cock against my ass and how I'd just let that happen. Before I could finish the thought or decide, "come," he ordered. I followed as if I had no will of my own.

He had a rather large shower vs my shitty shower tub. He peeled his clothes off. He was absolutely majestic. His large shoulders which I'd seen already through his tank top were completed by a perfect chest. I could see well defined back muscles. When he swung around his cock swing with him. It was big, not porn star gigantic but I could see where his confidence came from. I was surprised to realize he also had a six pack. With his build I expected less definition but he was practically perfect physically.

He peered at me and ordered my clothes off. I was a bit intimidated. I mean I looked like a chubby kid next to him and my dick was just normal sized like 16cm or so and I'm a grower so at the moment nothing to show. However, he was impatient so I quickly stripped. He looked me down and stepped in. I stepped In after him.

He handed me a soap and sponge and motioned to his back. I shaped the sponge and went to work. He sighed softly as I soaped him up. I made my way from his shoulders around his armpits and across his back muscles. I thought, what a strange turn of things from a straight divorcee when I woke up today, to soaping up a man in his shower. I made my way down to his glutes and felt myself getting hard. My first reaction was to feel embarrassed, but I mean this guy had basically seduced me and ordered me into his shower so it wasn't like he was expecting me to be soft. I soaped his large but muscular glutes and made my way down to his perfect legs.

As I finished around back I stood up and he turned around. He looked down at me dead in the eyes and grabbed my neck. While this man could probably crush my hyoid with one squeeze I wasn't afraid. Instead of a coup de grâce he leaned over and kissed me. My lips instinctively parted and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. It practically felt like my first kiss. In a way it was. I was clearly the passive partner in this. In a real sense, I was "the girl" in this kiss. I felt him getting hard against my leg and I was now at full mast. He probed my mouth and the kiss lasted exactly as long as he wanted. Afterwards he still had his hand around my neck and my mouth was agape as I gained my breath. "Now the front," he commanded.

I soaped around his neck and his rock hard chest. I let my fingers rub against the skin, not just the soap. I took special care to hand soap his nipples. I hate the way a sponge feels against mine. He moaned slightly. I made my way down his hard abs and knelt to take the soap down the front of his legs. His rock hard eight inch cock was against my face. The musk from the workout was still obvious as I washed his legs. Then I moved up and used my hands to soap his balls which hung rather low. And then I soaped the in between parts. I took soap in my hand then stroked his cock with soap making sure every bit was clean. I was done but didn't get up mesmerized by the monster in front of me. He grabbed the hand nozzle and rinsed the soap off of himself spraying my face which wasn't super pleasant without any care. Then he put his hand on the back of my head and just kind of pushed me forward.

My lips parted instinctively without thought. I guess this was the moment I officially became a cocksucker, I felt the head rub my lips tasted some salty precum on my tongue as the cock made its way back to my throat. It didn't get far before I gagged. "Breathe in when you swallow it," Marcus commanded.

I pulled the cock out and examined it a bit. It was beautiful, veiny and a shade of dark chocolate. I thought about things that girlfriends and my ex-wife had done for me and licked down the bottom of it, and got underneath and licked the dangling balls with the hard cock still in my hand. I then traced back up with my lips and tickled the little bit of skin underneath just before the head and then licked around the foreskin before returning to my task. Suddenly I really felt like I needed to learn to deepthroat. I started to realize I was kind of made for this. It was weirdly important to me to make sure Marcus had a really good time fucking my face. I dove back in and breathed in as I took it down as my new friend had instructed. I made it further this time without gagging. After a moment to recover I went for it a third time, I made it about just as far when Marcus put his hand on the back of my head and thrust his hip and shoved his dick the rest of the way down my throat. "Not bad for a first try," he said.

I felt a weird sort of pride as tears ran down my eyes and I choked. Marcus held me there for what felt like an eternity before letting me up. After I recovered I played with his balls as I started bobbing my head up and down on his dick. I looked up at him as he smirked and then moaned as I did my work. I paid care not to hit him with my teeth. I hate that. I also made sure to use my tongue on the bottom as I increased my pace. At some point Marcus grunted loudly and I felt him twitch in my mouth as he erupted. He didn't warn me. He just expected me to take it as he shot his load in my mouth. He grabbed my head with his final eruption, shoved his dick down my throat and finished. "Fuck yeah!" he shouted with approval.

I was quite the sight, red eyes, cum dribbling down my chin, on my knees looking up at the man who had just shoved his dick down my throat. When he recovered he motioned me up and soaped my front. His hands felt especially good on my nuts as despite how erotic this all felt I hadn't cum. When he was done he kind of pushed me around and started washing my back. He made his way down to my ass, washed it and pushed one of his fingers in. "Damn that's tight boy," he said as he put something on my ass and pushed a second finger in. "We've got some work to do," he pushed his fingers inside me.

When we finished the shower he handed me a robe and motioned to the balcony. I was a little worried about the neighbors seeing me but realized he was the only neighbor I knew anyhow. We had another beer and Marcus remarked "That was a great shower. I'm glad we met today." We talked some more about life and nothing. Marcus was a Jazz fanatic with an encyclopedic knowledge of virtually everything to do with it and played some sax himself, but he claimed not to be terribly good yet. I was somewhat hoarse after the experience and did more listening but I talked about some of my hobbies. I'd recently started brewing beer and am a somewhat accomplished chef. As the sun set we finished our beer and Marcus motioned inside. He just kind of walked to the bedroom and I followed him.

He stuck his tongue down my throat again with his hand around my neck. As he did this he led me to the bed and pushed the robe off of me. He pushed me face down and knelt behind me. I felt his tongue probing my asshole. I felt the stubble of his face against my cheeks. It was a surreal experience. In a rather short period of time I'd become "the girl" and was being treated as such complete with being eaten out. He even pushed his tongue a bit inside. It felt really good actually. I'd never really considered my ass a center of pleasure. After a few minutes of this he commanded "Stay there" and walked around to his night table.

When he came back he was holding a tube of something which he rubbed on my ass. It was slick and he started pushing his finger in again. I bit the mattress as this stung. He pushed a second finger in and said "relax, push like you're taking a shit." He started finger fucking me and then managed to rub against what I think was my prostate. Then he stood up. What seemed like an eternity went by and then I felt something against my asshole... He started pushing in "relax" he commanded. My asshole was on fire. Whoever said it doesn't hurt if you use lube was a complete liar. He pushed in more. "Fuck that ass is tight."

Finally he was all the way in. I felt his legs against me and his balls as well. "That's it boy, relax," he commanded as he pulled out before pushing in again. I started to actually get used to it. "So fucking tight, you really have never been fucked before." He pulled out and pushed in and increased the pace.

"Turn over and spread." I did as he commanded. I felt really strange there with my legs in the air as Marcus pushed his dick back in. "That's it boy take that dick" he said as he held my legs and bottomed out again. "This is who you really are. Fuck yeah, you were born to take dick." A whirlwind of emotions went through my head. It was humiliating to be treated like this, but I obviously liked it. Heterosexuality is part of my identity but I was here being fucked like a bitch. Meanwhile I could tell Marcus was really enjoying himself and I felt pride in that.

Marcus told me to get up on the bed some more and we assumed the missionary position. He looked me in the eyes and put his hand around my throat telling me to open my mouth. He spit in my mouth and then started increasing the pace in which he was fucking me. "Who's ass is that," he demanded. I didn't answer. He squeezed my throat and thrust harder. "Who's?"

"Yours!" I compiled.

"Say my name bitch. Who's ass."

"It's Marcus's ass."

"Damn straight," as he bottomed out again with his balls slapping my ass. Thing started to really feel good. My asshole hurt but he'd hit something inside of me. I started moaning. I understand this experience is rare but after awhile I felt myself starting to cum. Marcus could tell too because he switched position a bit and I ended up erupting all over myself and even shot some on my own face.

"Yes bitch cum on that dick," Marcus degraded me and even slapped my face a bit. Before long he started to grunt. I was now a wet noodle, putty in his arms. He bottomed out and moaned and I felt things get loose down there. He thrust again and grunted and again. "Fuck yeah." He looked me dead in the eye as he filled me with his last thrust and then held it there for a while. His soulful brown eyes looked at me with a strange combination of lust and arrogance. He had enjoyed this every bit as much as I did, but he had made it happen and he had made me his bitch as he put it.

After he pulled out we went to the bathroom to clean up. He handed me a wet rag which I wiped on a combination of cum and lube and a little blood. "That's normal your first time, especially taking a big dick. It'll get easier," he replied matter of factly like we were at the gym again. He also told me I'd be sore for a few days.

We had one more beer on his couch with his arm around me. I told him it was getting late and I had to work tomorrow. "You've given me a lot to think about." He told me not to spend so much time thinking. "You found something you like, enjoy it. Fuck what anyone else thinks." We agreed to meet up in the gym in a few days.