Meeting the Neighbor

A few days went by and I wondered what happened with Marcus and his sister. I also hoped I wouldn't be called to testify. Life was kind of returning to normal, going to work, going home, going out, whatever. I could no longer look at my bedroom mirror without getting hard thinking about what happened there. It was getting close to summer and my kids would be coming to visit. It was going to be a bit cramped. I started house shopping as well. What would happen with Marcus when I moved?

Nearly a week had gone by when Wednesday night I was awoken in the middle of the night. Waking up from a dead sleep to someone in your room is frightening. The shadow grabbed my throat and forcibly kissed me. I recognized not just the kiss but the smell of my sudden company. Fear, adrenaline and desire are a strange mix. Marcus kept kissing me and meanwhile pulled down my briefs. He immediately started lubing me up.

A lot of thoughts were racing through my mind, foremost that I was glad that I'd showered. The second, was that I now understood what the key meant. Marcus intended to just drop by and fuck whenever he wanted. He hadn't consulted me, he just demanded and acted on his desires. I might have a work meeting tomorrow morning. It might not be a good time. Yet there was absolutely nothing in me that planned to raise these issues with him, instead, I shifted to give him easier access to my ass.

Finally, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, face down, ass up and my legs on the floor and penetrated me with his hand on my back. He slapped my ass hard as he went in. This time I was able to relax my muscles and let him in with ease. He still complimented how tight "my pussy" was as he worked it hard. I felt him fill me with his girth and withdraw. I was in complete ecstasy no longer thinking much about what was happening just enjoying it. Giving myself over to it...to him.

He stopped suddenly and told me to flip over. Again I was spread-eagle with my legs in the air as he entered me and put his hand around my neck squeezing gently. Shortly after that kicked off, he dead-lifted me in the air and I was forced to hold on to him as he plunged into my guts. Where being spread-eagle made me feel like a girl, now I felt like a child in his arms...with a notable exception. While he was rearranging my guts he was looking me straight in the eye. I was deadlocked. He was kind of staring me down like an amimal establishing dominance, but I felt like we'd already established who was in charge.

He told me to look over at the mirror. I saw his thick arms holding me and my arms around his neck and my ass moving up and down. "Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Marcus's bitch, Chris," I replied with absolutely no hesitation as I spurted all over us both. Marcus kept plunging in and out and eventually set me on the bed and took me missionary style again. I felt his breath on my neck and heard him rasping in my ear. I smelled his sweat and just his general manly aroma. I was no longer just passive in this, I was bucking my hips to give him easier access to my insides. I was learning to control my pelvic muscles to tighten and release for his pleasure. He was already very complementary on my mouth and ass, but I wanted to give him an even "better ride" so to speak.

He erupted into me and we layed next to each other while we caught our breath. He broke the silence with "There are going to be some changes around here." He said this in a kind of ominous but matter of factly tone a boss uses before doing a reorg or layoffs.

It turned out Marcus's sister was staying with him and working on her own divorce. Marcus was now planning to just come and go from my bedroom as he pleased, obviously taking me in any way he desired. However, that wasn't the end of it. He was planning to stay with me over the summer. The only problem is that my kids were coming. When I raised this issue.

"Great, I'd love to meet them."

My mind started racing as Marcus drifted off to sleep holding me with him as the big spoon. His now flaccid but sizable member resting against my ass which was still oozing with his seed. I felt like I should clean up, but I also didn't want to disturb him. I felt a weird sense of contentment and safety having given myself over to him and being held in his arms...except...

I wasn't really ready to introduce him to my kids or anyone I know. From our earlier conversations getting to know each other, Marcus knew that I was new and it wasn't so much that I was in the closet but I wasn't sure what I even was. I suppose there was enough evidence in my distended asshole oozing with semen and the man holding me like the bitch he'd made me declare myself.

In the morning, I made Marcus breakfast. It was nothing fancy, just an omelet and toast. Marcus ate it with abandon and complimented my cooking. At some point, apparently reading my thoughts, he stated abruptly and authoritatively, "You don't have to make a big deal out of it. Just say I'm your friend Marcus and need a place to stay for a bit. They'll figure it out when they're ready." With that Marcus was out the door probably to check on his sister.

I was left to tidy up and prepare for work. I showered to clean all the jizz off of me and out of me. Still, though I'm sure it was my imagination, I felt like I still smelled like him.

Work was boring but apparently I did a good job. At the end of the day my boss complimented me. "You've been a little off since your divorce. In the last couple of weeks I've seen a change in you. Keep up what you're doing!"

I thought, "What I've been doing is spending time on my knees and taking dick...but I'm glad you approve!"

Marcus continued to use his key whenever he wanted. He'd demand I lay with my head upside down hanging off the bed while he used my throat. He even started having me ride him cowgirl especially when he is tired. His favorite was to do this with his head at the foot of the bed so I faced the mirror and could watch myself putting his dick in me.

Other "changes" started. Marcus took me clothes shopping and picked out new suits, shirts, slacks and boxers. "Despite what you are in my bed, you should be a grown man to everyone else and dress as one." Gone were my wash-n-go suits and in with real wool. Gone were my tighty whities because boxers apparently allow for easier access. I was in many ways a new man...

One day Marcus called me over to his place. His sister wasn't there but some of his friends were. They all looked like bodybuilders. All professional black men. In addition to his friends, there was one younger slimmer black guy. There was a white guy about my age, but a bit fitter. There was also a woman.

The party started kind of tame with some beers, music, and some dancing. We ate a little and conversed. The young slim guy, Ky, asked me how long I'd known Marcus and how we met. I gave honest answers. He asked if Marcus was my first. I was a bit taken aback that he just knew everything but nodded. He said "Lim" was his second boyfriend, but he'd known he was gay his whole life.

The party started getting more wild. The woman started dancing on the table as did Ky. I looked over and saw the other white guy sucking one of Marcus's friend's dick. Marcus came and sat next to me and told me it was just that kind of a party and started making out with me.

This was new. I was basically out in public making out with...what...my boyfriend? It was kinda like a college party and it was clear who the main characters were. I was one of the bitches. At some point Marcus pulled his dick out and I just started sucking it. After a while Marcus motioned me up and took my pants off, sat me on his lap and kissed me while he lubed my ass through my boxers.

It was exciting and wrong. I was fresh meat, so even the other bitches were eyeing me while Marcus made out with me and was obviously fingering my ass. At some point he slapped me across the face which was a little jarring and told me to put that ass in the air on the couch. He grabbed my throat and entered me in front of everyone. They cheered.

I kind of felt like I was performing not just for Marcus but everyone at the party. "That's it Chris, give me them guts. Take that dick!" Marcus commanded as he pushed inside. I did as he demanded, using my hip flexors to push up as Marcus slapped against my cheeks. I stopped biting the couch pillow long enough to look over at Ky sucking a different one of Marcus's friend's while Lim took his ass.

I started to feel a bit of panic. I had fallen into lust with Marcus and was beginning to accept myself as his bitch. Here was Ky being used like meat while Marcus made me perform for his friends. Was Marcus going to pass me around? Also was Marcus going to fuck others? I felt a weird jealous rage building as Marcus suddenly slapped my ass and told me to get on my knees. He stroked his cock just a few times and came all over my face. "Fuck yeah bitch."

It was extra humiliating to be used like this then find myself kneeling in a room full of people with jizz all over my face. The room reeked of sex. The room was staring at me, even the woman and Ky who were both riding their boyfriends' dick. Yet I still wanted to taste this cum. I knew what Marcus expected as well. So in front of everyone I cleaned my face with my hands, wiping all that jizz into my mouth.

Marcus got dressed and so I did as well. He casually patted the spot next to him so I sat there and he put his arm around me. We watched the party and had a beer like nothing had just happened. I realized in his mind nothing did. He just fucked his bitch at the kind of party where you bring a bitch to fuck and now was sitting on the couch having a beer and chatting up his bitch. So like yeah for him nothing happened. He seemed to realize what was going on and said "I told you to stop thinking. I showed you what that head is better for."

The party went on for a while and we all chatted, watched the game and had a good time. Eventually, everyone went home and Marcus took me to his bed. I asked him if he was going to treat me like Ky. He told me no because I'm his bitch and no one else is fucking his bitch. Lim likes to share. I asked if he'd shared Ky with him. He said Ky wasn't his type. I asked if he I was his only bitch. "Yeah," he said matter of factly. We drifted off to sleep.

The next day Marcus's sister was back so Marcus more or less moved into my place at night. Spending every night on your knees and with your legs in the air does a lot for your identity. Freed from my illusion of full masculinity, I now gained a strange sense of confidence. I was less timid in conversations except of course with Marcus. Even my ex-wife noticed.

I started to realize one of the problems in my marriage is that someone has to be the man. It may not be politically correct but without that leadership, the passive partner is confused in their role, gets aggressive and well... bitchy. If you know your place is on your knees, you don't challenge your partner as much. Your partner also treats you better and affords you just the right amount of liberty and above all else security. I believed Marcus wouldn't fuck anyone else not due to morality or whatever but because his balls were generally drained. It was my job to keep them that way.

Just when I started to really settle into things, "Hi, dad," my 13 year old son Jack and 9 year old daughter Sophie arrived. Turns out their mother had dropped them off an hour early knowing I'd be home from work. We caught up, the kids and I, and talked about plans for the summer. We watched a movie and I almost forgot my dread of introducing them to Marcus.

For now the kids were staying in the living room. There was a small trundle and a sofa bed. The front door to the apartment went directly into this room. The kitchen and bathroom were also attached to this room. Most of all my bedroom door faced this room.

We all went to bed and I conveniently forgot to mention my "friend." I retired to bed taking one last look at the evidence of my previous life as a full man, who swung his dick around and bred his woman, before a bigger man made me his bitch. They were growing fast. Jack had already had the birds and the bees conversation and while Sophie hadn't, she is a smart girl who has the Internet so it was really a formality.

In the middle of the night I was awoken to find a hard dick pressed against my lips. I instinctively opened them while half awake. As was now customary, Marcus gagged me on his cock a little and it suddenly occurred to me that my children were sleeping in the next room.

Marcus started fucking my face in earnest and the usual sounds were coming from my throat. I did my best to squelch them but you can't help but make some noise while choking on a big cock. Did he lock the bedroom door?

Marcus kept face fucking me until he started twitching and gasped as he unloaded gobs of his seed down my throat. I swallowed it all without losing a drop. He kissed me then laid next to me as the big spoon. "I locked the door," he whispered.

Apparently, that didn't satisfy him enough for the evening. Just before sunrise he woke me up by lubing my ass and kissing my neck. There I was, a room away from my children, face down on the mattress getting my ass bred. I've learned most men can't cum from prostate stimulation alone but Marcus always seemed to hit the right spot and before long I'd soiled the sheet below me with a bit of a squeal that I squelched with the pillow. Marcus buried his seed deep inside me.

I got up before the kids and snuck into the bathroom to wash myself off...and out. Luckily they were still fast asleep. I dressed for the weekend in the bathroom and when I got out I found the kids at the table eating eggs, toast and orange juice. Marcus handed me a coffee.

"Your friend Marcus made us breakfast," announced Sophie. And indeed he had. "Not quite as good as your omelets, but it will get the job done," Marcus explained.

It was surreal eating breakfast with my kids and a man whose seed was still dripping out of me a bit. The conversation flowed freely and the kids seemed to really like Marcus. Apparently the feeling was mutual as they had decided we were ALL going to the zoo today.

The zoo was fun and the kids got to see tigers, monkeys, and penguins among other animals. My daughter took a hundred selfies and group photos, most of them including Marcus. At one point I had to run to the bathroom to clean the last bit of seepage and came out to find her on his shoulders so she could see a lemur behind the fence.

"Take a picture, daddy!" She exclaimed gleefully and gave a peace sign.

Jack too got on with Marcus. There were lots of high fives and fist bumps. "I'm glad my man Marcus is staying with us this summer, he's a lot of fun," Jack commented on the way home.

We stopped for ice cream on the way and I made dinner when we got home. The kids and Marcus played video games while I cooked. We all ate together and then watched a movie. Until now, Marcus had let me keep up pretenses with the kids but he not totally subtly put his arm around my shoulder when we watched the movie. The kids didn't seem to notice but due to our size difference when Marcus does this, I kind of melt into him.

We all got ready for bed and Marcus announced that he and I were retiring for the evening. His generosity in letting me put up a pretense had limits. Some version of this went on for weeks. Different outings, work days, movies, dinner, breakfasts all passed with Marcus fucking me, his bitch, every night. Somehow the kids seemed not to be aware. He was just my friend staying with us during the summer.

Somewhere in the middle of the summer I overheard Jack and Sophie talking to their mother. I was in the bedroom but I could hear every word through the paper thin walls. Sophie casually referred to Marcus as "dad's boyfriend" as she retold the week's events. Apparently, I hadn't gotten away with it.

I told Marcus and he replied "good." Apparently, he found the pretense tiring. We decided to talk to the kids at dinner. "We pretty much knew from the start. It didn't make sense why Marcus would stay here and sleep in your room," Jack announced. "Yeah and the walls are pretty thin." Sophie giggled. My face turned red.

I asked what it made them think of me? "Dad, you're gay not a serial killer. It's not a big deal," Jack explained. This generation is so much more progressive than mine. "Now we have a dad, and a... Marcus!" Sophie exclaimed gleefully before hugging Marcus.

From then on Marcus dropped most of his sense of decorum. He kissed me in front of my kids, nothing inappropriate, but open and obvious. He also slapped my ass from time to time. He no longer talked to me like just another man. There was more command in his voice. He talked playfully with the kids, but with me there was a more dominant tone. This wasn't something that everyone would pick up on, but it was clear to me. Marcus also stood in my personal space and basically possessed me even when my kids were around.

It did all change my relationship with my kids. They liked me better. They were happier with Marcus around. We had more fun together and they even confided in me more. Jack did occasionally make jokes about me being the woman in my relationship but they were good natured jokes. It brought us closer because I was now open and honest with my kids.

Towards the end of the summer before the kids went back to their mom's, Marcus matter of factly handed me a stack of papers and commanded, "sign this." I of course politely inquired what it was that I was signing. "My lawyer drew it up. It's just a formalization of our situation and power of attorney." The title read "consent free agreement."

On signature I agree that Marcus never needs to ask my permission before doing a list of activities to me physically including fucking all of my orafices with whatever he sees fit. As for the power of attorney, Marcus had decided that he was going to use my money combined with his to buy us a house. Marcus just stood in my space while I scanned the document until I signed it. Then, since the kids were at the park, he shoved his dick down my throat. "I'm glad we understand each other. This just serves to avoid any misunderstanding."