Meeting the Neighbor

My mind raced that night. I thought about what a turn of events and everything that had happened. I thought about how I'd gone from a definitely straight married man to another man's bitch in such a short period of time. I felt like I'd been coerced somewhat but my constant erection exposed any lie I might tell myself about whether I liked it or not.

There are a number of unglamorous things that aren't mentioned in internet spankbank pornographic literature. The next morning I swore I'd never do anything like this ever again. Trying to take a shit after you've been somewhat brutally opened by a man with a big ass cock is neither pleasurable nor erotic. Painful and difficult would be better descriptions.

Yet when I was through I saw myself in the mirror and was just thinking...Who am I? Who's am I? What am I? I felt a little gulp in the back of my throat. I didn't like thinking of myself as anything less than a man and despite my progressive upbringing and society's lip service to gay rights, being less than a full masculine heterosexual man is not actually seen as full equal. But Marcus's words rung true in my soul "You found something you like, enjoy it. Fuck what anyone else thinks." What could be more masculine than that?

I wasn't able to stop thinking about things but I started feeling somewhat liberated. I'd no need or desire to march in any parades or tell anyone about what had happened but I could now be honest with myself. Masculinity is always a pretense and ironically a weakness where you're required to defy your own urges whether they may be: a preference for the color pink, liking art or music too much, or an attraction to another man. In reality, fighting your own desires and putting on a pretense is weak. I liked sucking that dick and as my asshole healed I remembered how I liked taking it too. Fuck what anyone else thought.

Life is life, however, and meeting to close on the sale of my house was an obligation as was cutting a fat check to my bitch of an ex-wife for her half was another. It's actually hard to work, have business meetings and such with a constant erection. I started to enjoy the secret I was keeping. The man you're meeting with kneeled before a bigger stronger man and sucked his dick.

At work, "What do you think about the proposal?" I had to think fast cause I was thinking about Marcus's surprisingly well defined abs. "I think it's promising but we should define it a bit more." Hopefully they'll email me the highlights so I know what it was.

Monday became Tuesday and then Wednesday. My ass was no longer sore and I wasn't hoarse anymore. We'd agreed to meet in the gym on Thursday and I could hardly wait.

Time passed so slowly Thursday. I spent the day in equal parts anticipation, exhilaration and fear. Monday morning had been quite painful, but Sunday night had been amazing. My identity was in shatters. Would I someday have to tell my coworkers and parents that I wasn't totally straight? What about my kids? Was I bi now? Had I been all along? But I kept visualizing and thinking about the moment that cock came to my eye level or when Marcus looked down at me while inside me or when he demanded I declare my ass was his...I knew I'd be in the gym and ready. I'd even kept lunch to only a salad so I could...make room.

I was in that gym at 6p sharp. Marcus was I guess gonna make me wait. I passed the time trying to get my workout in. 6:30 came and I didn't want to go too hard with my workout. 6:45 and I felt rejected, disappointed and more than a little angry. By 7, I got up the nerve, walked out of the gym, up some stairs and straight to Marcus's door. My anger got the better of me and I did what could be described as a cop knock.

A bewildered woman answered the door. "Can I help you?"

I explained I was looking for Marcus and that he's my workout partner. Who is this woman? What is this hussy doing in Marcus's apartment? The woman called to him and Marcus appeared. "Chris! I'm glad you came. I'm sorry I've been cooking dinner for my sister Sheela and her husband. I lost track of time. Please forgive me and join us."

I didn't know what to think of this Marcus, so polite and apologetic. On one hand I needed an explanation. On the other hand, he fucking forgot the time after me waiting all day in anticipation? And yet he was begging my forgiveness, which wasn't the authoritative man I'd fallen in lust with.

Dinner was strange. Marcus sat next to me. Sheela's husband was given the head of the table. Dinner was amazing. Marcus was clearly not just bachelor cooking pasta with store bought tomato sauce and pre cut frozen veggies like me. He had however served me a really small portion. Probably hadn't anticipated company.

Sheela's husband was an imposing figure. Slightly taller than Marcus, a shade or two darker, but not quite as muscular and not the football player build. I realized I'd been staring too long. "So Chris, how long have you known Marcus?" his sister inquired.

"Not long, he introduced himself at the gym downstairs and we started working out together. He's been a big help." All of this was true but included quite a bit of subtext. I looked at Marcus for clues. Did his sister know? The rest of dinner included idle chatter about business etc. It's a strange feeling meeting the family of a man who has been inside of you and having casual conversation without letting anything slip.

"How long are you all staying in town?" I asked the husband. "Just tonight. We're on our way up north and stopped just so Sheela could visit her favorite brother." I realized I didn't know Marcus all that well. We had talked about many things, but I didn't know how many siblings he had.

"Actually that brings up a sensitive topic, Chris," Marcus looked at me with his piercing brown eyes. There was something in his face that said I'm being polite in front of these people but I'm not really asking. "My couch isn't actually big enough for me and I gave Sheela and Ty my bed. Can I crash with you?"

"Yes of course amigo," I replied knowing full well what was about to happen to me. After more drinks and conversation, Marcus packed an overnight bag and we headed to my place. After we entered, Marcus kissed me with his hand around my neck. "I thought we'd never get out of there. I love my sister but her husband pisses me off."

"Too many alphas in one room," I asked impertinently.

"You're pretty perceptive," he replied with something in between being impressed and arrogantly dismissive. "My sister of course knows all about me but we don't explain shit to her husband. I couldn't give a fuck but he would make it an issue and she doesn't want to deal with it. Anyhow, enough of this shit. Get on your knees. I've been ready to bust all week," Marcus said matter of factly as he pushed on my shoulder.

I complied, took the initiative to unzip his slacks, pull down his underwear and nearly get poked in the eye with his already hard cock. I wasted no time taking it in my hand and taking one of his balls in my mouth. "Fuck yeah, you were born to be a cocksucker."

It was strange to be complimented on something usually used as an insult and even stranger that I now took pride in it. I licked my way up the stalk and tickled the skin on the underside just below the head. Marcus moaned in approval as I moved up and swirled my tongue around the head. Marcus then grasped my head and shoved it down. I choked and gagged until he let me up. He didn't give me much time to recover as he took my head and started skullfucking me like a fleshlight.

"Fuck ya bitch! Who's mouth is this?" Marcus ordered as he pulled my hair to remove my head from his cock.

"It's yours!" I replied breathlessly.

He slapped my face with his other hand. "My name, bitch!"

"It's yours, Marcus. This mouth is yours to fuck whenever you want!" I replied with my cheeks stinging and my pride both wounded and heightened. I had just submitted completely on demand and had been treated like a flashlight, but Marcus liked my mouth enough to claim it as property. Only my second time as a cocksucker and I could tell he was absolutely into it. He would prove it not long after by spraying his load not only in my mouth but all over my face. I instinctively wiped it into my mouth and ate every drop.

"Exactly, eat that jizz, Chris. You know who you are now," he looked down at me with a confident arrogance that I now realized how much I liked. Marcus ordered me into the shower. It went much like last time but without the blow job. He did slap me across the face with his dick a few times.

When we were done we entered the bedroom. Marcus followed close behind me. It's hard to explain exactly but he kept getting in my personal space. More than normal for like a boyfriend or girlfriend. It was more like I was prey, or it was a kind of sign of disrespect. Facing my bed was a closet with mirror doors. Marcus shoved me against my and knelt down to eat my ass again. "Look at your face in that mirror," he ordered. I looked at my pleasure distorted face as he probed me with his tongue.

As he pushed his tongue into me, I let out a high pitched moan that was anything but manly. My cock poked the mirror and it was cold. Marcus reached and grabbed it as he continued to bury his face in my ass.

His hand was a bit rough and he grabbed my dick more like property than as if he were trying to get me off. Yet it was working and I didn't want to cum yet. Marcus then reached in his bag and pulled out what must have been lube and pushed his other finger into me. "Good job, relax and get ready."

My ass more readily accepted Marcus's finger and his praise made me happy. He started finger fucking me and stuck in another while still holding my cock. I was trying not to squirt. Before long he let go of my dick and stood up. I saw him towering above me in the mirror. I felt his breath down on me. He pulled my hips back a bit and told me, "Watch yourself in the mirror. Watch yourself take dick like the little bitch you are."

He entered me a little less gently and more rapidly this time. I had looked down to brace myself so he pulled my hair up to make sure I continued to look at myself in the mirror as he took me. I saw my mouth agape, his broad shoulders as he grasped my hips and pushed inside me. I saw my dick dangling and waving kind of uselessly with each impact. I moaned again at a higher pitch than should have been becoming. "Who are you?" He demanded.

"Marcus's bitch," I proclaimed loudly. Marcus Continued to audibly clap my cheeks. Within a few minutes I squealed and started to cum. Marcus did something absolutely humiliating to me that I'd only seen done to women in porn. He put his fingers on each side of my mouth and opened it. I was being fishhooked while I took dick. I came so hard seeing this in the mirror.

A bit later Marcus grunted loudly and filled my bowels with his seed. I don't know why but a managed to murmur out a "thank you Marcus," while still being fishhooked. "My pleasure, bitch."

The doorbell rang. Marcus put on his boxers, and I my robe. He didn't let me do anything more. He kind of walked behind me half invading my space and half pushing me. I wasn't really ready to out myself to anyone but I wasn't going to say no to Marcus...probably ever. He opened the door to his sister.

"Sorry, I knew you were busy when you didn't answer your phone but the faucet broke and water is going everywhere. Ty can't find the shutoff valve. Marcus quickly put on his slacks and kind of pulled me along by my robe.

"You might want to clean the cum running down your leg," his sister instructed. So here I was, an apparently closeted gay bitch boy being pulled like a dog on a leash by a larger shirtless man to face his homophonic brother-in-law -- with cum running down my leg. Why did Marcus want me with him?

We entered Marcus's place to face a disaster. Water was spraying everywhere. It was now clear that Ty had lost his temper and busted the faucet. I got a closer look at his sister and realized Ty had hit her. Marcus quickly reached under the sink and closed the slightly hidden valve. I whispered to Marcus, "I think he hit her." Marcus looked up and nodded.

Ty chuckled, obviously drunk or high on something, "What is this little fag bitch doing here?"

"That's right, he's a fag bitch. He's my fag bitch!" Marcus yelled as he punched Ty squarely in the nose. Ty's ticket was punched and he went crashing down as if a switch had turned him off.

A neighbor had called the police after all the commotion. When they arrived Marcus Instructed me to answer the door. I'd cleaned up a bit, but was still in my robe. I calmly told the police that I had come to check on my neighbor, saw Ty hit the sister and then Marcus hit him to protect the sister. The police wrote a report and asked if Sheela wanted to press charges. She agreed. When Ty came to, he was already being lead away in cuffs.

Marcus walked me home and thanked me. He needed to spend some time with his sister. Then his tone changed back to the arrogant presumption and authoritative tone he takes with me. "Give me your spare key."

It was amazing how easily I compiled without thinking. I didn't ask why he wanted it or what it meant. I just grabbed it from the kitchen drawer and handed it to him. I guess I couldn't expect him to respect my property or boundaries any more than he respected my personal space.

"I'll drop by soon."