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Good neighbors are hard to cum by.
A Neighbor up the Ass, is Better than a Far Friend.
I fumbled anxiously at my mailbox in the hallway of our condominium complex, wrestling with a stubbornly stuck letter. Suddenly, the hallway door creaked open. Unmistakable sounds of biker boots echoed ominously on the tiled floor as they approached from behind. As I was standing bent double at my mailbox, I was unaware of the imposing figure walking behind me. I didn’t dare to look. In an instant, I felt a sharp, mighty whack against my ass. The biker planted his boots on either side of my legs, sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my veins. What had just happened?
“Will you look at that!... I didn’t realize this apartment building had such impressive amenities. Bent over and ready for use!” he chuckled with a hint of mockery, his voice laced with bravado. His tone made it clear that he appreciated what he saw with unabashed enthusiasm.
He was one of the new neighbors, having recently settled into an apartment just a floor above and a few doors down from mine. It had been a little over six weeks since he’d unpacked his belongings and started to weave himself into the fabric of our small, bustling community. Not someone you would overlook easily. Although we had not spoken before, nor had we met face to face – and certainly not sturdy leather bulge to quavering twink ass.
An imposing, rugged biker type, he exuded an unmistakable masculine energy. The man has a well-built physique, which suggests countless hours spent in the gym. His sexy three-day stubble added to the rough charm, accentuating the strong jawline beneath. He appeared to be in his late thirties, though the slight weathering on his skin hinted at a life well-lived.
I had spotted him around the complex a few times already. He often wore colorful biker gear, ominous black leather, or a combination with dark skinny jeans. There was an undeniable air of confidence about him, a presence that commanded attention whenever he walked by – sporting a cool look. But always dressed like a badass hustler or a sexy pornstar.
And ass was obviously something he was looking for today. He grabbed my hips and slammed his bulge meanly against my bottom. Savagely dry-humping my bubble butt. I had to brace myself on the metal mailboxes. Feeling his cock stiffen in his biker gear.
“What are you doing, man?... Please... Please don’t! What will the neighbors think?” I stammered out of fear of getting caught.
“Awe, dude, shut the fuck up. Take it like a man... I know you want it! All you cute boys say you want pussy. But secretly, all you want is a rough cock up your ass! Am I right?... So drop your pants and take it, boy!” he commanded brutally.
He eased his grip on my hips for just a moment, and I seized the opportunity to break free from his relentless advance. My heart raced as I nearly lost my balance, scrambling to distance myself from him. A low, taunting chuckle escaped his lips as he casually reached into his mailbox.
I paused halfway up the open staircase. Where I fleetingly glanced back and found myself captivated by the rough biker. The sight was vivid, and every detail seemed to come alive at that moment. The enormous stiff cock and the well-defined cockhead in the colorful Dainese one-piece biker overall. He caught me looking and laughed meanly, grabbing his crotch. Stroking the entire length of the bulging shaft. Showing off all he had on offer with a dirty grin. Making the outline of his manhood even more visible.
“See, I knew you were itching for it! Get back down here... And blow me,” he bellowed, his gloved finger jabbing menacingly in my direction. His voice reverberated ominously through the hallway, sending a thrill of adrenaline coursing through me. I raced back to my condo, heart pounding wildly. Just before I fumbled with the key in my door, I cast an anxious glance back up the exterior walkway, my pulse quickening at the thought of him possibly pursuing me.
I caught myself wondering, “What-if?...” The biker actually intrigued me. My girlfriend and I broke up a few weeks earlier. And less than a month before, I saw her chatting up that guy in the parking lot. Not having had sex for months now, I actually wondered what it would be like to have rough, kinky sex with someone like him.
I am in my early twenties and am not butch. Not like that vicious biker guy, anyway. No, I was more of an average jock. Not bad looking, but nothing special either. Average was probably a good word to describe me. But I was more like an energizer-bunny on the soccer field – and in bed. I could keep going for ages. And with an 8-inch prick, that was just the trade that made me stand out among the rest. My boyish good looks also helped me a little.
As I stepped through the front door, I kicked off my shoes with a flourish and tossed my plain zip-up jacket onto the coat rack, feeling a rush of exhilaration. I was safe! My heart still raced as I glanced into the mirror in the hallway, catching a glimpse of my eager expression. My mind buzzed with the encounter by the mailboxes, the thrill of that rugged biker sending shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but let my hand roam over my faded jeans, stroking my stiffy. If my cock would have gotten any harder, then it probably would have torn a hole through the worn-out cloth. Fuck, I was so horny and excited.
Badly in need of some tension release, I streamed a porn movie on my TV. After grabbing a beer from the fridge, I flopped down on the couch. Unbuttoning my jeans, I pulled my cock and balls free from my jockstrap. Man, that felt good. A warm cock in one hand and a cold brew in the other.
After five minutes or so, I looked up at the TV. I actually had streamed a gay biker porn movie by mistake. It’s not something I would typically watch. I thought I had clicked on a biker-chick gangbang. But my dirty subconsciousness probably had other things in mind. I laughed at my ‘mistake’ and kept watching anyway.
Man, those bikers went at it hard and rough. Ripping their male victim in two. Railing his ass fast and dirty. Making him scream like a little bitch. Ignoring his pleas for help. Hell, all the help he got was yet more cock stuffed in his mouth and ass. Going at it faster and rougher than the previous guys. Beating the crap out of the young cock-hungry twink. He was actually asking for more dick. Rougher, faster, and dirtier. I could not believe what I was seeing those bikers do to him.
The movie precisely did what I had hoped for, though. My pre-cum juices started flowing in plentiful amounts. And I slicked up my rod like it just went a couple of rounds in a dripping wet cunt. Man, I missed the horny sex with my ex. But the bitch thought a BBC was better for her. Well, the slut had it coming. Last I heard, she had been taken by his black homies against her will. She had not seen that coming. She got bred by them like the twink in the gay porn I was watching.
Yet, all of a sudden, I was awoken rudely from my cock-infused daydream. Someone was banging roughly on my door.
“God damn, can’t a bloke even jerk off in peace around here?”
I shouted angrily toward the hallway, my voice echoing off the walls, a mix of irritation and panic filling the air.
The harshness of my own words made me flinch. A wave of anxiety washed over me as I wondered if the person on the other side of the door had heard my outburst. I scrambled to stow away my junk as quickly and discreetly as I could. Knocking over my beer in the process. Sending it splashing across the coffee table. Leaving a fizzing, sticky stain in its wake.
Suddenly, a loud banging on my door reverberated through the apartment again. Causing my heart to race. I darted toward the door, urgency tightening my chest.
“I am coming! I am coming... Hold your damned horses!” I called out, my voice betraying an undercurrent of fear.
But when I swung the door open, I was met with the shock of a lifetime. There stood the imposing figure of the biker guy, towering and intimidating. But the true horror struck me then – I had left the gay porn running in the background. The chilling screams and frantic shouts of men fucking came from the TV up the hallway. The eerie erotic pornography sounds only amplified the tension between us.
The biker had changed his outfit. He had replaced his colorful biker overalls with a full black leather masterful outfit. Complete with a harness, cap, and leather pants with a thru zipper from front to back. His cock was still rock hard. The evening’s sun’s angle even intensified the contours of his long 11-inch man-meat. It was clearly visible inside the tight leather pants. His eyes made it very clear. The dude was mad as hell and horny as fuck. My ass was going to get it. And there was nothing I could do about it this time.
This all happened in a split second. The leather master pushed me back into the hall. Roughly kicking the door closed behind him. Turning me around and slamming my face against the wall. He grabbed my arm and twisted it on my back. Snapping a pair of metal handcuffs around one wrist. Then, around the other.
“Your ass is mine, boy! Now, where is that bitch of yours?” he asked sternly. Slapping my head hard with his gloved hand. Pulling me up by my jockstrap from behind.
In agony, I answered him mischievously, “With any luck, she is being pimped out by her new black boyfriend. Last I heard, he and his posse railed her cunt into submission for a fortnight. I can give you her phone number if you want.”
Again, my face was roughly slapped hard by the biker. “Dude, it’s not her ass that I want! I am going to take yours instead, fucker! You keep looking at me with those lustful blue eyes of yours. I am going to teach your straight hole how to eat your master’s cum. But it’s good she isn’t here to witness this. You are going to get fucked so hard you won’t be able to think straight. Let alone act straight. I am going to turn you into a faggot cum sucker!”
I hadn’t even tasted my own cum before now. Let alone that of another man. So I pleaded with the biker. “Please, man, I can’t. I have never been ass fucked. And you’re way too big. Please, man, let me go... I won’t... I can’t... I am not gay!” I sobbed pathetically. I nearly broke down crying. My legs dropped from under me. I sank to the ground, whimpering at the assault of this intruder.
That was probably the worst thing I could have done. My face ended up right in front of the biker’s crotch. He quickly pulled the zipper down and opened the leather pants up. From the front to the back. Releasing the rock-hard throbbing monster from his pants. Rubbing the dirty pre-cum oozing piss-slit over my lips.
“We can do this one of two ways!” he threatened me. “Either you take it like a man. Or I knock your teeth out and shove it in any way I want. The choice is yours, Bitch!” he barked down at me. Showing me the brass knuckles he had put on over his thin leather gloves. As much to say as I am not joking around.
His demeanor fit the words he spoke. He punched me around a few times. I bit down hard, but he grabbed my nose and chin. Forcing my mouth to open. Instantly sliding his long cock deep into my mouth. Ordering me to suck it down my throat. Brutally showing me the fist with brass knuckles again. He threatened me not to bite him, or else!
His cock actually tasted nice. And after a few moments, I got the hang of it. Sucking him off the way he wanted me to. Bobbing my face over his juicy man-tool, he barked some more instructions down at me. And I did exactly as he told me to do. Sucking him even faster and deeper. Keeping the shaft as wet as I could make it. He stepped forward, pressing the back of my head against the hallway wall again. Forcing the cock inside. And keeping it there until I started to gurgle and choke on it.
He meanly laughed, giving me only a few seconds reprieve to catch my breath. Before throat fucking me again. Each time deeper than before. Every time a little faster and rougher. His treatment was really harsh, but somehow I enjoyed it very much. It made me feel dirty and fucking horny. At that point, he rammed it back into my throat. Grabbing my head tightly between his hands. The biker man screamed and grunted all kinds of dirty obscenities. And filled my throat and mouth and covered my face with a vast, salty load of spunk.
“Oh hell, yeah... Suck it, boy!... Swallow it... Swallow it all, boy... Drink that cock dry, Bitch!... Fuck... Argh... Oh, God... Swallow it down... Take it... Oh fuck, yeah... Oh hell boy, you suck better than that bitch of yours!” he screamed in ecstasy.
Apparently, my ex had been fucking around even more than I knew about. Come to think of it. I had seen her humping the leg of the biker one time in the parking lot. The biker had slipped his gloved hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy roughly. Stuffing the fingers of his gloved hand so deep inside, he completely lifted her off the ground with one hand. She had to grab onto his neck so as not to topple over. I noticed he told her something mean, and then she ran away mad. I guessed that he told her he was gay or something. She had always said that she hated those dirty gays. And here I was feeling up-and-top gay myself now. The thought made me grin.
“So you think that’s funny, Bitch? Well, you won’t like the next part!” said the leather daddy angrily.
“Just use plenty of lube, Sir. It will be okay, if you work my hole open first,” I said with a dirty grin. Looking up at this ruthless leather master. This surprised the biker a bit. Well, no, he looked utterly stunned at my remark. I was ready for anything now. Hell, I would let him breed my hole if he wanted to. I would have allowed him to do anything to me.
He grinningly pulled me off the hallway floor. Grabbing my face, he forced his tongue into my mouth. Slobbering his saliva inside, mixing it with the remainder of his jizz. Groping my 8-inch cock with a gloved hand. Jacking it off hard and rough. Controlling my head with the brass-knuckled one. Roughly rubbing his stubble beard over my clean-shaven face. Licking up all the spilled cum, and feeding it back to me. Man, this guy was dirty. And I very much enjoyed the treatment. He had complete control over me. At that point, I was a very, very, very willing victim of his.
He pushed me toward the living room. Bent me over the kitchen table and ripped my worn-out jeans open at the ass seam. Giving himself full access to my butt-hole. A few days before, I had shaved my cock and balls and ass-crack. So what he saw was a clean-shaven boy cunt, ready for use.
And use me, he did.
Without any lube, mercy, or any form of warning, he plowed all his 11 inches inside in one almighty thrust. Splitting my boy cunt in two. Making me scream in agony. This was the most pain I had ever been in. Those handcuffs bit into my flesh as I struggled against his grip on them. But somehow, I knew it would be okay. He dropped his entire body weight on top of me. Softly whispering in my ear, “... So, the worst part is over now. Relax and breathe, boy. You’re doing fine. Let’s have some fun!... I have not had a nice ass like yours in ages.”
“Just make sure there is some ass left over after you’re done, Sir... This is damned painful! Please take it easy on my hole... Please?” I begged him.
He laughed softly in my ear. Licking my earlobe hornily. Whispering sweet nothings to me. Kissing my face and back. This was nice. And it somehow made me forget the enormous cock planted deeply in my ass. His warm, leather-clad body functioned like a comfortable leather duvet. The scent of his leather clothes, his musky body, and cum mixed in my nostrils to a soothing aphrodisiac.
The sweet-talking dirty biker daddy had me where he wanted me. He very slowly pulled out. Raising himself up from his warm embrace. Drizzling some lube over his shaft before slowly thrusting it back into me. Nothing like as rude and painful as he had done before. No, he was very gentle now. Carefully working the lube into my still-hurting sphincter with his cockhead.
If anything, I would say he was even getting tender with me. Making slow long strokes in and out of my ass. Every time, he went a bit deeper than before. Heck, I even started to bob up as he pushed down in. And from the horny grunts he began making, I concluded that this was what he had been hoping for.
I took him well. Perhaps a little too well. My ass started squeezing his rod at the right moment of his thrusts inside me. It took him not long to work up some steam. Railing my boy-cunt like a madman again. Making a few nasty porn videos of him plowing my young ass raw. Grabbing a fist full of hair, he fucked me even rougher and meaner. His breath quickened, and the moans and grunts we both made started to get a lot dirtier.
“Shit, this is nice, dude. Give me your load, Sir.” I begged him, “... Breed me... I want to feel your spunk deep in me. Fill my hole up with your cum. And then fucking plow it in me, you rough bastard!” I grunted dirty.
That kind of dirty talking pushed him over the edge. As if on command, he let out a few primal grunts. I could feel his body tense up. With some ass-splitting thrusts, he bred my boy-pussy. 8 or 9 thick streams of cum got shot inside my well-used cunt. And he did not stop or pull out either. He just kept on fucking the cum in deeper inside my gut. My now sloppy, wet hole made all kinds of horrible noises I had never heard before.
Slowly the speed with which he fucked me dropped off. He was utterly out of breath, stroking my back and ass. When I heard the ratchet arm of one of the cuffs unlock, I knew I was almost done. Or so I hoped. He dropped back down over me. Reaching around, he freed my cock from my jockstrap. Jerking me off. Milking me like a pro. Edging me but preventing me from cumming too quickly. All the while gyrating his hips, fucking my cum-filled boy-pussy. Moaning things that I had never heard one man say to another.
When his cock finally started to get limp inside me, he pulled it out. Taking me over the edge. I prepared to dump the biggest fucking load of my 24 years onto the kitchen floor. But just before I came, he dropped onto his knees below me and hoovered my cock up. Sucking the warm juice down his throat, making himself gag on my throbbing, oozing prick.
Without a doubt, I came harder and longer than I had ever done before. This was so fucking nasty. My ex always made me shoot into a tissue. My girlfriend did not like it messy. Well, this guy loved it very dirty. Because after he was done with my cock... He sucked his own cum right out of my ass as well. And that feeling was to die for. God, this nasty butch leather fucker was divine.
When he was done, he untied my arms and dropped down on the couch. His cock was still hanging out in the breeze. His classic leather biker jacket was open, and his six-pack glinting with sweat and dribbled ass juices. I grabbed a few beers from the fridge and sat beside him. He pulled me in close and planted an arm around me.
Together we watched the gay-domination biker porn movie again. While the leather man drank my beer. Me sucking the cum from his hairy chest. I dropped to the floor in front of him, nibbling on his cockhead. Raising his legs over my shoulders and rimming him for a good ten minutes. Making him choke on his beer a couple of times when my tongue pumped deep inside his butt. My hands wandered over his torso. I grabbed the brass knuckles and put them on.
“Now... Do I need to knock your teeth out, or do you let me fuck you too, dirty bastard?” Before he could answer, I was already balls deep inside his hole. Railing his asshole as he had never experienced before.
As a top, he had never allowed anything like this to happen to him. After fucking him rudely for fifteen minutes, I lifted him clean up from the couch. With my cock still deep inside him, we walked to my bedroom. The biker master hanging on to me by my neck. I dropped him onto my bed and 69-ed him until we both came again.
We were both spent and utterly satisfied. The dirty biker bastard fell asleep in my arms. The following morning, I awoke beside a 38-year-old friend. It felt as if I had known him all my life. I had put on his biker jacket and gloves. Crawling naked between his spread legs. Bringing the 11-inch pornstar cock back to life. Giving the head mouth to cock resuscitation.
I swallowed the limp monster down. Eating the cock. Feeling it wake up deep inside me. With it, the owner woke up, too. Rubbing his hands lovingly through my thick hair, pressing me down over his member. Making me choke on it. Drooling wads of spit over his shaft before he gave me my breakfast in bed. His morning wood tasted very good. His cum felt even better.
When he allowed me to come back up for air, I pulled myself up by his harness – sliding my body over his. Spitting the biker’s cum straight back into his filthy mouth. Sharing the nasty cum-milkshake-surprise with him. He held me close. Caressing me with his strong arms.
“Damn boy... those leathers look really good on you!” he said, sounding semi-surprised.
“Not as good as you look on me!” I smiled with a horny grin. Rolling us over, pulling him back on top of me.
“Fuck me hard, Sir... Much harder than you did yesterday... Your cock hurt my hole so nice. Stuff it back in, and tear me another! Make me your bitch boy, please,” I begged him. Well, I did not have to ask him twice. He ripped me apart like a shredder on steroids.
After an intense morning session, pushing my sexual limits to new heights, an unexpected knock echoed through my apartment. Peeking through the slightly parted bedroom curtains, I was startled to find my ex-girlfriend standing there. Her eyes shimmering with tears. A rush of emotions surged as I quickly pulled on a pair of worn, faded shorts beneath the biker’s buff vintage black leather jacket.
“Shush,” I gestured to the imposing biker present in my bedroom, urging him to remain silent. I approached the front door, heart racing, and opened it a few inches. Peering around the edge, it revealed her – a stunning yet utterly heartbroken figure, taken aback by my unconventional attire. The soft glow of the morning sun danced across her face, accentuating her vulnerability.
“Please take me back, honey. I was so stupid... Please let me in,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation, as tears glistened on her bruised cheeks. The biker pulled the door open as I was about to respond scathingly. He stood there unapologetically, clad only in a leather harness and cap, exuding a raw, bold confidence that clashed with the fragile moment unfolding before us. His rock-hard pornstar cock flopped around, looking for another manhole to fill. He placed his strong arm around my throat and bruskly said, “You’re too late slut. This is my bitch now... Get lost. He has a job to do!” He looked over my shoulder at me with a filthy grin.
He twirled me around and pushed me to the floor of the hallway. Keeping a mean eye on my ex. Barking dominatingly at me, “... Drain my balls, boy!” I opened wide and eagerly excepted his massive cock. Fully knowing that my ex-girlfriend could not have taken these 11 inches like I was about to do. Heck, she had trouble taking half of my 8-inches.
Forcing his cock down my throat, the leather daddy aggressively slammed the door shut in my ex’s face. My throat closed around his cockhead, and I drove two fingers into his sloppy asshole. Making him instantly scream dirty, and he unloaded inside of my throat. On the other side of the frosted glass front door, my shocked girlfriend heard him cum loudly, before she ran away sobbing hysterically.
I stood back up and kissed my hero. Saying proudly, “... Fare is fare... Sir, you’re a better fuck than she ever was... Good neighbors are hard to cum by!”
• The End •
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© StrykerJ - Feburary-2021.
Edited and Re-uploaded: February-2025
