The Neighbour

Hi, I'm Jay. I just moved into the neighbourhood with my fiancé Lacey. I'm 30, 5'10", 150lbs of lean muscle with blue eyes and shoulder length shaggy brown hair. Lacey is 24, 5'4", 120lbs auburn hair and captivating hazel eyes. We had been dating since she was 17 and been engaged for 3 years.

Thanks to a promotion and a big bonus at work I had finally got enough to escape the rental trap and set us up in a nice neighbourhood.

Next on the list was getting enough to be able to give Lacey her dream wedding and honeymoon.

No rest for the wicked.

We had waved and exchanged pleasantries with the neighbours, it was a good mix of people with young familes, a few with older kids (babysitters on our doorstep in a few years time) and some older couples. No one was too rowdy, no one too antisocial, just a bunch of people happily co-existing next to each other.

I have been on a strict diet and exercise regime for the last year, partly to help fund my future plans of home ownership, partly to make sure I could still compete with the young studs in the office and partly to make sure I was looking good naked for Lacey.

The result was a lean, toned body with six pack and notable 'V' on my hips. The downside was I rarely drank anything other than water or some form of green smoothie. The results spoke for themselves though and I told myself that I didn't miss the booze or the hangovers.

I was out washing the car one Saturday morning when one of our neighbours was out walking the dog. He looked to be in his late fifties, big arms, big belly, big thighs, big ass. I'd seen him around before, we'd waved and exchanged pleasantries, noting more.

Until today.

I was in an old, too big, football shirt that I only kept for dirty jobs, some loose fitting shorts and flip flops.

I was proud of my body and liked to show it off, so on weekends I enjoyed going without underwear. It makes me feel sexy knowing that there was nothing underneath.

He wore a polo shirt and chinos, with brown leather sandals that looked like something out of Gladiator. He stopped at the bottom of the drive, looking at me as I soaped the car.

He had big feet too.

I felt the stare and stopped, looking up I saw him looking at me. As out eyes met he smiled with a twinkle in his eye. I smiled back and raised my hand in a wave.

He kept the eye contact just long enough to make me feel his stare. I felt myself blush, heat creeping up my face and a squirmy feeling in my gut. My unexpected reaction caused my ears to burn in embarrassment, but his stare seemed to be doing something as I felt naked under his gaze and my cock clearly seemed to enjoy his attention!

His smile broadened and he came up the drive greeting me with a friendly "Hi neighbour."

"Hi..." I managed to stammer.

"I'm Robert, Bob to my friends." he grinned.

He extended a hand and we shook. His hand was warm, his grip was firm and the shake lingered for more than was polite.

"Jay." I replied, his grip eased my embarrassment, I instantly felt a lot more relaxed when he touched me.

It didn't relax my growing erection, or my blush, or the squirmy excitement in my guts.

"Haven't see you around before?" he started.

"No." I agreed "We just moved in two weeks ago."

"Ah." he nodded, "You all unpacked and settled in yet?"

"Unpacked" I agreed, "but not settled in." I grinned.

"No, I suppose it'll take a while." He grinned back and I felt myself relax more.

He nodded at my football shirt. "You been going this season?"

I shook my head ruefully, "I cancelled my season ticket a few years ago to help me save for the deposit for this place and I cancelled my sports package too."

"That's too bad, there's a good sports bar downtown." he said

"Nah." I said, "I'm on a diet."

He looked a little surprised. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." I grinned and lifted my shirt over my head, unable to stop myself from showing off. Once again I felt the weight of his stare and it was like I could feel those big hands of his touching me. The feeling set me blushing hard again and my cock responded, now semi hard and forming a small tent in my shorts.

Why was I putting myself on display? Why did I want him to touch me?

He let out a low whistle of appreciation "your wife is a lucky woman."

I laughed, "well, you know what they say 'happy wife, happy life.'"

He nodded sagely. "Indeed, and judging by your physique, she must me a happy woman indeed!" he said with a nod towards the growing bulge in my short of s.

I blushed again, my ears burning but I didn't put my shirt back on... if anything I wanted to be totally naked in front of him...

Wanted him to see my cock...

Wanted him to see my ass...

I wriggled a little in a vain effort to try and re-arrange my hardening cock, only suceeding in pushing the waistband a little lower, so low that my trimmed pubes were on show.

He stared again, almost hungrily.

Fuck! What was going on??

Why did I want to expose myself to this guy? What power did he have over me??

I mewled involuntarily under his stare, I was nearly panting now, sweat beginning to form, which only made me squirm more, which only seemed to excite me more...

He saved me from any further embarrassment but breaking his stare and saying "Well, I've got a pretty sweet set up at my place, you're welcome to come over and watch the game with me."

I readily agreed, I was keen to watch my team and he seemed like a good guy, so it was win-win.

My arousal was quickly forgotten as I finished washing the car before taking a shower, getting changed and grabbing a four pack from the fridge, before telling Lacey that I had been invited to watch the game.

She was staring at her phone and didn't look up as I closed the door behind.

I arrived with my hair still wet and Bob opened the door with a big smile, looking me up and down approvingly. I had showered and dressed in my 'lucky' (practically skin tight) football shirt, a pair of skinny white, calf length jeans and flip flops completed my outfit.

Bob had also changed into a linen shirt that was completely unbuttoned, (to my delight) his glorious gut and boobs proudly, unconsciously on show and matching draw string linen shorts, showing off his thick, hairy legs.

I couldn't help but stare at his body, it was so different to mine. Hairy where I was smooth all over, thick with slabs of fat where I was lean and slender and that huge round belly that hung over the waistband of his shorts was captivating.

It all spoke of a man of vast appetites with the wealth, power and drive to satisfy them. A real man, confident and secure enough to know what he wanted and exactly how to get it, whenever and wherever he wanted it.

My knees felt weak as I stared open mouthed at him.

"Come in Jay." Bob smiled and stood aside, gesturing for me to enter.

I shook myself out of my daze, I didn't know how long I had been staring dumbstruck, I had to wipe some drool off my chin and re-arrange my cock in my (now) too tight white jeans.

"Thanks Bob." I smiled in reply, feeling that blush spread over me, this time accompanied by a tingling excitement.

Like first date, or more honestly first fuck, excitement.

I couldn't help but brush past him and felt the electrifying feeling of his hairy belly against me.

I let out a little moan.

Fuck! What was going on with me?

I could feel his gaze as I walked in front of him, his eyes were stripping me naked and practically fucking my ass!

I had to stop myself from unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs!

To stop myself from bending at the waist and spreading my ass for him to devour!

What the fuck?!?

He gave me a tour, taking every opportunity to touch me in a too friendly way, an arm round my shoulder or waist to steer me in and out of a room, a hand on my neck or cheek to direct my gaze towards some piece of artwork or other, pressing his big fat body against me as I looked at something. By the time he had finished I was like putty in his hands, the squimy feeling in my guts now felt super sexy, I missed his hands being not on me, the top two buttons of my jeans had worked themselves open, my top and flip flops forgotten somewhere near the front door.

Stairs off the main corridor went up and down. He put a hand around my waist and steered me downstairs.

The ground floor was all modern, generic Scandinavian style. The basement was pure man cave, dim lighting, a bar stretched along one wall, vintage juke box, full size pool and air hockey table, gigantic flat screen TV taking up almost a whole wall with three couches in a vague semicircle.

I let out a long low whistle as my eyes adjusted and I took in my dream play room, complete with vintage movie posters and black and white photographs of 40's style pin ups. Bob was still close behind me and as I stopped at the bottom of the stairs he took the opportunity to put both hands on my hips. I had never realised how sensitive I was there, his hands sent shivers through me and when he teasingly squeezed I let out a soft moan and leaned back into him.

Rubbing myself against him like a stripper.

I could feel his cock beginning to stir.

Bob chuckled and wrapped those big, meaty arms more firmly around my waist pulling me into him, he rested his head on my shoulder, stubble grazing my neck, lips tantalisingly close to my ear.

I shivered again and pushed back into him more, taking his arms in mine I pulled them tighter, squeezing me hard, moaning in satisfaction.

His heavy breathing had me panting in time with his, I loved the feeling of powerlessness in the grip of his overwhelming bulk.

I was almost swooning like a schoolgirl in his arms!

Still holding me tight, he steered me to the bar. I took a seat and his hands left my hips, running up and down my ribs, elicting more shivers and sighs from me.

Fuck! What is he doing to me?

Why did I like, no, LOVE it??

He made his way round the bar and said jovially "What can I get you?"

'Your big, fat fucking cock!' I thought.

"Vodka, lime and soda." I said.

"Coming right up!" and with that Bob fixed us both a drink before again wrapping an arm around me and guiding me to a spot next to him on the couch.

I sighed at his touch.

His hand on my hip sent more flutters through me.

He smelt good.

Like primal, raw masculinity.

Like sex.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Why was I thinking about sex?

Why was I topless??

Why was I so turned on???

Drinks in cup holders Bob draped an arm around me shoulders and turned on the TV.

As we watched the game I found myself looking less at the TV and more at this mountain of a man. My hands had a mind of their own as they reached out to touch his belly and chest, my fingers playfully twirling his hair, stroking his body, rubbing it.

My bare foot rubbing his big hairy leg.

Snuggling my head on his chest, rubbing my smooth face in his chest hair, inhaling his masculine odour, bathing in his aura.

Before I knew it, the half time whistle had gone and the adverts had started. I looked at the screen in a daze, dimly aware that I had missed the first half.

Bob looked at me and said "I hate the halftime filler, let's put something else on before the second half kicks off."

"Err... okay..." I stammered, becoming increasingly aware that at some point in time I had unbuttoned and pulled my jeans down to expose my ass, even more worrying was that I had turned on my side, draped my leg over his and had rested my head on his flabby chest, snuggling this great bear of a man in a very intimate, submissive manner.

His arm that had been around my shoulder was now stroking my lower back, somehow managing to turn me on even more.

Bob calmly disentangled himself and casually told me to drink up while he fixed us another round.

Glad of the dim lighting to hiding my embarrassment and raging, half exposed erection, I quickly downed my drink, letting out a long hiss as the bite of the vodka hit me.

Bob sat down next to me and pressed a couple of buttons on the remote.

A young man was naked, his thin 4" inch cock hard and flexing as he kissed an older man. The older guy had one hand on the back of his head, ravishing his mouth, the other was groping the young man's ass. I watched spellbound as the older man pushed the younger to his knees before unzipping himself and freeing a thick 6" cock. The younger man eagerly sucked it, moaning and rubbing the older man's big, hairy balls. The scene ended with the older man aiming his cock at the younger man's face, stroking himself to climax and the younger man smiling up, mouth open wide to catch the thick ropes of cum.

Bob turned to look at me, my head on his chest, one hand lovingly rubbing his belly, the other had drifted to his balls, "I like the chemistry those two share in that scene. They perfectly capture the joy of submission." His stare had that hunger I had seen earlier and suddenly I felt very vulnerable.

"I think I should go..." I began to murmur quietly.

"Nonsense" Bob replied, "We're just beginning to get to know each other. And I can tell you liked what you saw." There was no denying that my cock was hard from watching the porn, but what right thinking male doesn't enjoy watching a good blowjob scene?

That my hand had found it's way to Bob's cock was a lot more difficult to explain...

"Wouldn't you like to know what it feels like to submit to another man?"

"A superior man?"

"To willingly give yourself to him?"

"I... err..." I was half hypnotised by his words and the intoxicating closeness of his great bulk.

His soft, enveloping warmth.

His potent musk.

"I think you do..." Bob said moving his head towards me at the same time as tilting my head up to meet him, his eyes were now dark and intense, his lips shiny and full.

I found myself moving up to meet him, my eyes closing, moaning softly as our lips touched, gently at first, then again a little firmer making me moan again. I melted into the kiss, instantly submitting completely and utterly. Bob's hand was now on the back of my neck, controlling the kiss, dominating my mouth with his tongue while I alternately sucked on it and licked it with my own as he expertly ravaged me with his lips.

"Fuck!" I panted when he eventually broke the kiss.

That was intense! I'd never been kissed like that before!

It felt like he was dominating my soul!

I was so hard it hurt!

"Naked, on your knees." Bob commanded and I hurriedly scrambled out of my jeans and between his thick, hairy thighs.

Bob smiled at my eagerness and lifted himself out of his seat briefly, to allow me to pull his shorts down and off him. Now seated naked, his thick 6" cock half hard and covered in a thick hairy bush, without being told I moved forwards and kissed the head of his cock.

His hands rested lightly on his thighs as he set me explore and taste him at my own pace.

I kissed the head of his cock over and over, falling in love with that hard, yet spongy soft texture, the heat, the delicious taste, the intoxicating smell of his natural musk. Growing more bold I licked his cock from the base to tip, encouraged by his reaction, I continued to lick until his cock was good and wet before returning to the head, now oozing pre-cum.

Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth and sucked his cock. I was only able to take the first three inches, but judging by Bob's approving moans he was enjoying my efforts almost as much as I was. He let me bob up and down on his cock, getting comfortable with the new sensation of my mouth being filled with velvety soft, yet steel hard, hot cock flesh, doing my best to not scratch with with my teeth and trying to breathe amongst the intense desire to keep his cock in my mouth. I paused for a moment and rubbed the head of his cock against the soft flesh of the inside of my cheek, eliciting another moan of appreciation.

Bob let me continue at my own pace, sucking his cock and rubbing his balls and rubbing it against my cheek in order to catch my breath before sucking and stroking him again. This time I began to feel his cock getting harder and his hands, which had remained by his sides to allow me to explore him on my own terms, came up and gently held my head, forcing me down a little more and increasing the pace of the blowjob. I let him use me, knowing full well that when a man takes control of a blowjob like this they are done with the foreplay and want to cum.

I don't know why the idea of Bob cumming made me smile.

I dont know why the idea of him cumming in me made me almost cum myself.

Bob increased the speed of my head movements and I passively let him fuck my face.

The room now echoed with the sounds of a sloppy face fuck. Just when I thought I would have to pull off him or choke on my own spit, he suddenly pulled me on to his cock hard, with a savage thrust of his hips his cock broke my gag reflex and lodged in my throat.

I shook in shock! I couldn't breathe! my hands and feet scrambled around in a vain effort to find enough leverage to break his grip. Then Bob's big hands began to stroke me, one on my head, one on my back, instantly calming me, my throat relaxed and I felt more of his thick cock penetrate me. I tried to swallow and felt my distended throat muscles squeezing and massaging his cock, earning a moan of approval.

That was enough to relax me more and Bob pulled my head back, allowing me to take several deep lungfuls of air before pulling me back down. This time his cock popped in more easily and now that the shock and panic had worn off I found myself enjoying the full feeling as his cock stretched my throat open, moulding it around his cock.

All too soon I felt him stiffen and without warning my mouth was filled with his hot cum. I swallowed it down before I could really taste it. Happily there were another four or five oozing shots of thick, potent, cum that filled my mouth, allowing me to swirl it around and play with it with my tongue before I gulped it down noisily.

I sucked and licked his cock clean before nuzzling my face into his balls, lazily lapping them like the cat that got the cream.

I had never had such a satisfying, fulfilling sexual experience in my life and my cock remained untouched throughout!

Bob let out a sigh of satisfaction.

A sigh of victory.

A sigh of conquest.

The sigh of a man knowing that he had just created his very own, personal cock sucker.

And I knew, deep down that this is where I truly belonged.

Bob switched back to the game and watched the second half while I slowly sucked his cock and balls, revelling in the taste, feel and smell of them, the bewitching soft heat, the sense of being intimately close to a dormant immense power.

Pleasuring it.

Worshipping it.

Trying to arouse it so that it would dominate me again.

Own me again.

Fill me again.

Complete me again.

Towards the end of the game I had his cock approaching its full, thick 6" erection. From below it looked intimidating, powerful, beautiful.

A symbol of his superiority over me.

His dominance over me.

Bob gestured for me to rise and I moved up his fat, hairy body, delighting in the feel of his soft hairy warmth. I sat on his lap, my knees either side of his spread legs, opening my hips, stretching my legs wide, my hard six pack rubbing deliciously against his immense hairy belly. My arms wrapped around his neck like a child as he stroked my smooth, slender body with his big hands.

He stopped stroking me and turned briefly, fishing out a bottle of lube from between the cushions. As I watched he smeared a good amount on to his fingers and rubbed them together to help warm it up. Then with his free hand, he turned me to face him. Instinctively I closed my eyes and leaned in for a kiss, only to find my lips directed to his neck, one of his hands was now wrapped firmly around my waist, making me push my ass out lewdly, the other hand dripped some lube down my ass crack before his lubricated fingers made their way to my ass hole.