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Doing Laundry, Part 3 by Wag
Ben and I were laying in my bed post-fuck. He still had his head buried in my neck. I stroked his back, feeling his muscles. He rose up and kissed me. I could still taste my cum on his tongue. I could kiss him forever, but he finally came up for air. I turned on my side to face him as he propped himself up on one of my pillows.
"That was pretty fucking hot," he said.
"Definitely," I agreed.
"Your ass is amazing. It's been too long since I..." he trailed off. I was confused.
"You're telling me you and Mike don't fuck?" I asked.
"Not enough. I mean we do once in awhile. But, we're both tops. We have to take turns," he said.
"And neither of you ever wants to bottom," I finished.
"Exactly," Ben said. So that explains it. He's not getting what he wants at home so he ends up banging the neighbor down the hall. What an idiot Mike is. I don't care if I was top, bottom, or vers. I'd let Ben do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted to.
"But you must have known this going into the relationship. How long have you been together?" I said.
"A little over a year. And, yeah, we did. We didn't think it would matter too much. The relationship meant more than the sex. Not that we don't have a great sex life. But, I think sometimes it would be easier if we weren't so alike. We're both really stubborn too," he explained.
"Do you fight to be on top?" I joked. Ben gave me a sly look.
"Actually we do sometimes. It can be hot. The one who gets pinned has to take it up the ass that night," he said. Damn, that does sound hot.
"Does he know you like to, uh, do laundry?" I asked. Ben laughed.
"No I keep my dirty laundry to myself. Mike wouldn't like it too much," he replied.
"Well, we can keep this between us," I said. I reached down and grabbed Ben's semi-hard cock for emphasis.
"I'm glad you're cool with that," Ben said. He crawled on top of me. We started making out. I completely forgot about my laundry downstairs that afternoon. I was too busy getting pounded for the second time.
I spent the next day hanging around the house. Days off from work are great. I was just finishing up in the shower when I heard a knock on my front door. I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around my waist. Of course I thought it might be Ben. I wasn't expecting anyone else. So I answered the door in just the towel. I was surprised to see my neighbor, Craig, on the other side of the door. Craig lives in the apartment between mine and Ben's. He's 30, 5'11, about 180lbs or so, has red hair, and a great pair of green eyes. Craig and I are friendly, but we hardly ever talk. He's like the rest of the building: keeps to himself. So, I was curious to know why he was stopping by.
"Hey, Craig," I said.
"Hey, Jeff." Mind if I come in for a sec?" he asked.
"Sure. Sorry I just got out of the shower," I said explaining the towel.
"No problem," Craig said. I thought I saw him giving my dripping wet body the once over.
"So, what's up, man?" I asked. Craig suddenly got a very serious look on his face.
"Well I hate to be the annoying neighbor, but I had to say something after yesterday," Craig answered.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. Craig sighed heavily.
"I heard you and your friend fucking yesterday. I think the whole neighborhood heard, actually. You guys were so loud," Craig explained. I almost choked on the spit in my mouth. Holy, shit! He heard us?!
"Uh...I...uh," I started. I couldn't put two words together.
"Yeah it was really fucking annoying, Jeff. You guys were going at it for awhile. All that moaning and groaning. Jesus!" Craig exclaimed. I was mortified. All I could do was stand there like a deer in headlights. A smile started to form on Craig's face. He suddenly burst out laughing.
"What the fuck? Is this joke?" I demanded to know. Craig just laughed harder. After a few seconds he pulled himself together.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist," he said.
"So you were just kidding?" I asked. Craig couldn't stop grinning.
"I was kidding about being pissed, yeah. But I did really hear you getting fucked yesterday," he said. I got embarrassed again.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"Our bedrooms are right next to each other. And the walls aren't that thick, man," he replied. I never realized that. Sometimes I heard Craig playing his music, but didn't really think anything about it.
"So you heard..." I started.
"I heard Ben fucking the hell out of you," Craig said with a grin. Oh, fuck I thought. "After you guys were done, I heard someone leave. And then Ben passed by my window. Not too hard to put it together," he explained.
"You can't tell Mike," I pleaded. I didn't care about myself, but I didn't want to start trouble for Ben.
"I won't. Shit, I'd be doing the same thing if I was you. Ben's hot. When I saw that it was him that you had in here, I almost came again," he said. Knowing that Craig was getting off to Ben and me made my dick twitch. "I was laying in my bed reading when you guys started. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I got hard in a second. I stripped down and started jacking off, matched you guys stroke for stroke. You and I shot together, by the way," he said with a smirk. While he was telling me this Craig had started rubbing the front of his cargo shorts. I could see he was getting hard.
"Glad you enjoyed it," I said. My own dick started to rise, tenting the towel.
"I did. It was especially hot when the bed started banging against wall," Craig said. He squeezed his dick through his shorts. He stared intensely at me.
"Guess we got carried away," I said. I stared back at Craig. By now I was fully hard and my towel was about to come undone. Craig noticed. I think he was waiting for the terrycloth to hit the floor. He came closer to me.
"How big is Ben anyways? The way you were screaming, it had to be huge," Craig said.
"8.5 inches and thick as hell, I answered. Craig got right in front of me and ripped the towel away. I stood naked and hard in front of him. He stroked my cock a few times. I inhaled deeply.
"You're not so bad yourself, man," he noted. I reached down and grabbed his cock through those shorts.
"Neither are you," I offered. We smiled. Craig moved my hand so it was down and inside his shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear. I felt his hard cock. I pulled my hand out and unzipped him. I was greeted by a thick red pubic bush surrounding a pale 7.5 inch cock. It looked tasty as hell. I lead him into my bedroom by that dick.
"I bet you haven't changed the sheets yet," he ventured. My grin gave him his answer.
I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a smooth toned chest. He had a little red treasure trail leading down to that bush. He got on the bed. I knew he could smell yesterday's cum on the sheets. I had rolled around in them all last night. I got on top of Craig and started kissing him. My tongue went into his mouth. He tasted like peppermint candy. We played around for a bit, humping against each other. He got the upper hand and got on top of me, straddled my chest. His cock was inches above my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, trying to lick the shaft. Craig teased me, moving his dick just out of reach.
"You want my cock, eh? Did you suck Ben too" he inquired. I nodded enthusiastically. I grabbed his dick and stuck it in my mouth. Craig moaned above me. I proceeded to give him a good sloppy blow job. Bathing his cock in my spit. After a while, he decided he wanted to be back in control so he pushed my head back and started in on me. Fucking my face with quick thrusts. I gagged a few times when he went deep. My nose landed in his bush several times. Damn, redheads are hot. At one point, he got close and pulled out of my mouth.
"I want that load," I said reaching for him again.
"Not yet. I want to fuck you," he told me. He flipped me over on my stomach and got on top of me. "Is this how Ben did it?" he breathed into my ear. Good guess, neighbor.
"Yeah. He pounded me like this. You heard the rest," I confirmed.
"Hmm. I prefer you on your hands and knees," Craig said. He got off me and pulled me up into a doggy position. Fuck yes! I showed him where the condoms and lube were. Before I knew, his dick was at my backdoor. Right has he was about to enter I turned and looked at him over my shoulder.
"You gonna fuck me better than Ben?" I teased. Craig's green eyes flashed at my challenge. He answered by plunging all the way into my ass in one swift motion, knocking the wind out of me. I let out a moan. Fuck!!!
"Ben just loosened you up for me," he teased back. With that he started in on me. I didn't have anytime to adjust. That redheaded fucker was wailing on my ass. He held onto my hips and rabbit fucked me. Punching my hole with his cock. I fought to stay on my hands and knees. Every thrust threatened to push me head first into the pillows. I think that was Craig's plan anyways. Finally, I couldn't hold on anymore and I was face down, ass up. That victory didn't stop him. He continued to give it to me hard. Sawing in and out of my ass. I was grunting, enjoying every fucking minute. I liked his wild style. There was no playing around. He wanted to fuck me like the little bitch I was becoming. He was definitely trying to top the action he heard on the other side of the wall. In some ways he was succeeding. It wasn't long before he was announcing his orgasm.
"You're getting me close," he growled.
"Cum on me," I urged. Craig pulled out and ripped the condom off. I looked back and saw him furiously stroking his cock. I wanted him to shoot on my back and he granted my wish seconds later.
"Oh, fuck," he shouted. A long stream of cum shot out and landed in the middle of my back, scorching my skin. Three more shots joined it. Craig sat back on his haunches gasping and shaking. I felt his cum dripping down my back. Some landed next to me on the sheets. I wanted to add to it. I started to jack off. Craig helped by sticking his thick middle finger up my ass. The moment he reached my prostrate (for the 77th time that morning) I shot off. Practically, screaming as the orgasm overtook me. I landed face down in heap on the bed. Craig landed on my back.
"So how was that?" he whispered in my ear. I grinned.
"I'll say it. You're better than Ben," I said. That wasn't exactly the truth, but what else could you say to a naked guy laying on your back. I closed my eyes. All this fucking was wearing me out.
"Yeah, Mike said the same thing," Craig mentioned casually. My eyes shot open. WTF?!
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