Helping The Neighbor

There is no shortage of cock in my building. With over one hundred units, someone is always going to have to blow a nut, luckily for me, most know my throat is the place to do it. If they don't know before they move in, they find out shortly after. A new guy moved in a couple months ago, 5'9, dark hair, hairy chest, constant five o'clock shadow and what appeared to be a nice body. He looked like your typical thirty-something ex-college sporty guy. Just my type.

He lives two doors down and over the last couple of months we have carried on small talk and I have tried to be as neighborly as passable without being too obvious that I was craving what appeared to be quite a nice bulge. So the last two times I have run into him, he has asked the same questions about fun bars to hang out in the area, and just like last time I ran through them all, ending with the sports bar across the street. Since I wasn't sure of his orientation, I made sure that I specified that the clientele was gay. But this time, after I informed him, I made sure he knew I was staring at his package. Abruptly he asks me if I have ever eatin at the restaurant in the building. Never taking my eyes off his crotch, I told him I had and happened to have an extra menu in my place if he wanted it.

Five minutes later, knowing what I wanted, but not knowing what to expect, I knocked on his door. He yelled the door was open so I went on in. To my surprise he was standing there leaning against his counter with wearing nothing but a pair ratty boxer shorts and a sexy ass smile. His body was everything I had imagined. Hairy, firm muscled, and sexy as hell. What really caught my attention was the expanding bulge in his boxers.

Not wasting any more time I walked over dropped to my knees in front of him and buried my face in his shorts. I could smell his musky sent through the old fabric and was trying to savor the moment, but he had other ideas. He reached down, pulled the boxers down below his fat nuts grabbed me by the back of the head and told me to suck his cock.

This boy knew what he needed as he rammed his seven fat inches down my throat. As much as I wanted it to last, I realized he just needed to drain his nut juice and my throat was the place of choice. With both hands on my head he fucked my face relentlessly, demanding that I open my throat up so he could cram his cock all the way in.

Being the expert feeder I am, I learned long ago how to breath while having my face raped. He had obviously never had a throat like mine because the more he realized that I wasn't gagging and trying to pull away, the harder he fucked. I'm not sure how long this went on, but I knew by the way his meat was swelling he wasn't going to last much longer. The harder is cock got the faster he slammed it down my throat. I reached around and grabbed hold of his ass just when he screamed he was cumming. He obviously thought he was going to pull out, I had a different idea. If you are going to rape my throat like that, you are not going to rob me of the prize of tasting your juice. So as he starts shooting his load, I pull his cock down my throat and hold it there.

He actually tried to get away, but I had such a grip on his ass and thighs that he has no choice but to keep humping my face as I took his load down my throat. I think I counted five blasts before it subsided. He kinda just slumped forward and put his hands on my shoulders after the final drop of cum entered my throat. I pulled back slowly and enjoy the taste as his spent cock left a trail of cum across my tongue.

I stood up, wiped my face and handed him the menu he wanted. The smile on his face spoke volumes. Not only of satisfaction, but the realization that he knew that whenever he needed a throat, he only needed to walk two doors down.