Good Neighbor
By Nathan Harvey
This is a work of fiction meant to be read for pleasure only.
The retirement party from work was over and now I am launched into those golden years that the young people talk about. However, and a big however I find that the myth of retirement quickly faded. Too little money and too much time is tarnishing that brass ring that retirement is all about. Now with so much time on my hands watching my biggest investment, my home decline in value is one depressing sight. My neighborhood was quickly progressing from a once popular family environment to a racially mixed neighborhood. By winter for sale signs were appearing all up and down my street. The final straw was seeing the four sale or rent sign appear next door.
By spring the neighborhood had gone mostly black. I had looked elsewhere and quickly found out there was no way I could afford to sell and move. Visions of my life behind locked doors and bars on the windows afraid for my life added to my frustrations. I was now well aware of the loneliness of retirement. As if that weren't a big enough deal breaker I was not having any luck in the bars trying to meet someone. It's a fact that everyone seems to want the young stuff. Where were all those young things that wanted older experienced men to teach them about life? Laugh if you must but all of you young bucks will get to that place in time sooner or later if you want sex you will need to pay for it.
I am now reduced to watching dirty videos and beating off to get my jollies. Reaching the point of desperation I am now reduced to fucking myself with a dildo. Sadly it takes little time to need bigger and bigger didos and after upsizing the damn thing more times than I cares to remember I now have the asshole of a well used slut. I can now, I am sure, handle one hell of a big cock if I could ever get one. Now remember, for my age I'm not a bad looking guy, I'm slim--- about one eighty pounds and well hung with respectable eight inches hard. If I do say so myself I'm a full service queer with now I have a damn good ass for fucking. Alas, I have had to resign myself to the fact that for me there is little or no sex life after retirement. Those glory days are long gone.
As the winter months slowly progressed and spring finally began showing its head I was watching that house next door taking on the look of a tenement rental. From my windows I could watch this big black guy coming and going. He was always dressed in baggy dirty work clothes it was impossible to really know what he looked like---I was just thankful he was working somewhere--- even if he was a peon laborer. Occasionally glancing up and seeing me watching him he would wave. At first I did nothing then after a while I started waving back I was thankful there wasn't a gaggle of Blacks or Mexicans living in that tiny house.
Now I know I sound like a bigot complaining about minorities but remember, growing up things were different in my time. Back then blacks worked in the factory at those dirty jobs and the whites worked in the offices. In my day no self respecting queer with would ever suck off a black man or let alone let him shove a cock up his ass. But then everyone always said how well hung the black boys were. Always made me wonder where they got there information abut the equipment of blacks. Well now from my new experiences now I can truly say since I started servicing black men I think of them quite differently now--I have now fucked, sucked and been fucked by dozens of blacks both young and old and enjoy every last one of them not to mention the extra bucks it brings in. I do find the black race is far more demanding than the whites. The white guy always runs off after shooting his first load but now when a black gets his cock jammed down my throat or up my ass he makes sure he's getting his moneys worth.
The record for me was when Jim blew his load in me more than a dozen times in one all night session---but I'm getting ahead of my story. After a long lonely winter I had cabin fever real bad. Finally when it was warm enough to work outside I was more than ready to get out of this damn house. It was unusually warm for an Indiana in April and dressing in jeans and a T I was making the most of it raking up the winter debris from the back yard. Then hearing a voice calling to me and looking around I could see my new neighbor coming out of his garage with rake a rake in hand. Hoping he was going to make a dent in that mess he called a yard the least he could do was pick up all the beer cans scattered around his yard from his weekly beer parties. Deciding if I should go in and avoid him altogether when he called out again and walked to the fence I began walking over to talk. Besides I wanting to get a real good look at him close up.
The closer I got I found it almost impossible not to stare at that basket he was sporting. Thinking, "My God he must be hung like an animal; I would give anything to get my hands mouth around that hunk of meat. Suddenly realizing I was now reduced to a cheap hustler and tearing my eyes away from that magnificent crotch I looked into his homely face blurting out something dumb. No sooner were the words out of my mouth my eyes quickly dropped down to his crotch. By now my face was burning from this overpowering hunger for a man, any man.
Almost like he was reading my thoughts and reaching down to his crotch every few seconds and stroking himself his cock was growing larger by the second. We talked about god knows what but I am sure sex was the only thing on either of our minds was sex. Then when he began this slow humping motion of his hips I continued watching that swelling cock as it began stretching the very fabric of his jeans to what seemed like the breaking point. He then began laughing and saying, "Damn my balls are so hot they there going to explode; I need a blowjob or a good fuck or both." Blurting out, "You know what they say don't you? If you can't find a woman find a clean old man?"
Without even a hesitation his next comment was, "So what are you saying neighbor, you want my cock down your throat or up your ass?" By now I was so hot watching that rocket of his I blurted out, "both." Grinning in one leap he was over the fence and in one swift motion of his hands on his fly pulled out one of the biggest blackest cock I'd ever seen. Shocked, but delighted and amazed and dropping to my knees I was so hot all I was thinking of was getting that cock in my mouth. No sooner was he in my mouth his hands grabbed hold of my ears and in one push drove his cock deep into my throat. Chocking and gasping for air and trying desperately to push him back to get some air he kept a firm hold and began this piston action with his hips. Gasping and sucking all the air I could muster with each stroke his cock was being pulled deeper into my throat from the suction his cock was creating in my body within seconds all twelve inches of his cock buried deep in my throat.
I was like a bottle that had just been corked. As my throat muscles began to spasm working his shaft never before had I experienced such erotic feelings like this from any man before. The shear brutality of his actions, the lust and need was making me more excited than any sexual act I'd ever had before. He was keeping that driving motion going driving himself deep in my throat and soon his balls were slapping my chin. A shudder suddenly ran through me and that was when I truly surrendered my whole body to him. Sensing my surrender seemed too emboldened and excited him and his body tensed and suddenly he was pumping his load deep inside my throat.
Hungrily swallowing it all when he began to withdraw I began working on sucking the last few last drops of cum from his shaft. No sooner was his cock out of my mouth I began begging him to fuck me. Almost as if it had been preordained that he was going to fuck me he stepped out of his jeans leaving them in a heap and began walking to the back door of my house. Stunned at his blatant actions of being half naked but scoping up his jeans I hurried behind him like a bitch after its master. By now I was in such a state as soon as I was in the door I began wildly stripping off my clothes and flinging them everywhere as I followed him into my living room. Standing there in the middle of the room he turned with a smile on his face and looking over me now standing there completely naked all he said was, "Let's get on with it"
Ordering me to undress him saying; you want it bad and you're going to get a hell of a lot of my joy juice today you bitch." Never had I Robert Allison ever think of servicing a black guy but I had to have that cock up my ass. Hurriedly stripping him naked and seeing that strong body of his covered with kinky black hair my hands were suddenly all over him, he knew damn well he could do anything with me he wanted now and his voice was now a command rather than a request ordering me to suck his titties. Without a second thought I was there hungrily sucking one then the other nipple for all I was worth. Now wanting more I was starting to lick and suck my way down that hairy belly trail of his to his now throbbing cock.
Once on my knees and getting that wonderful drooling tool of his into my mouth I could feel his hands on the back of my head and suddenly I was impaled on his cock. Gagging, more from surprise than anything, before I could even get breath he was moving his hips in a slow gyration with a pumping motion. As he was drilling his shaft deep into my throat this time I knew what to expect. I was now taking more cock into my throat than every before in my lifetime. As my throat began stretching to accept his relentless pumping action again feeling him tensing I was more than ready to accept another load. If I'd any allusions this second discharge was going to slow him down I badly mistaken.
Telling me to fasten my seat belt it was going to be a bumpy ride and half carrying me, half dragging me into my bedroom. He was almost insane with lust and with a swift motion of his arms I was roughly picked up and thrown on my bed. That cock of his was now even harder and hotter than ever and still slimy from my spit and his cum be began probing with it to find my asshole. Trying to tell him I had condoms in the nightstand be began laughing saying, "I'm fucking you bareback you bitch." Then in seconds making entry with one shove he was in me up to his balls. Feeling like he was ripping my ass apart and whimpering from excitement and my need for fulfillment my body had quickly accepting him.
The weight of his body on mine combined with the staccato action of his cock inside me my head began swimming and my heart was racing. We were now performing like animals in heat. I was now working in unison with his driving hips as his cock kept plunging into my body. The only sound in the room now was his grunting and the sucking sound my ass was making. Then his body tensing and throwing his head back in an animal like scream I could feel his seed being pumped into me again. Thinking it was all over as he slumped down almost crushing me I marveled that his cock stayed hard and in place. To my delight after a few seconds he was fucking me again with that hard fast pumping action pulling my insides in all directions. With each discharge his cock stayed hard and after a few seconds he was back to reaming my ass again.
The feel of his body on mine: his cock deep inside me feeling like it was almost a part of me: the only thing I wanted now was just for him to keep fucking me. I had lost all count of how many ejaculations he'd had and I didn't care, all I wanted was more. The only thing that changed between us was his shoving me into different positions and fucking me from different positions. Then at last he'd exhausted himself and the last position he assumed was over my face. Eyes wide and staring at his cock with one thrust he was in my mouth and began raping my face. The taste of my body juices and his cum filled my senses as he began cleaning his cock in my mouth. Still eager for more of that cock and laying there submissive I began working his cock with my throat until I could feel his hot juices pouring down my throat again.
His lust now satisfied as he withdrew from my mouth he began wiping his cock on the bed covers saying, "You're a damn good fuck for a white bitch--- you really get off on black cock don't you?." Then dressing without saying another word he left me there ravaged and spent. With his cum running out of my ass and filling my mouth all I could do was lay there ravaged and exhausted not really caring about anything except when he would fuck me again. In those long few weeks since my fucking I kept hoping he would come back--then hope turned to hate. I had given him my body like a cheap whore and now it was over. I felt used and dirty. I dared not even go out of the house for fear of what the neighbors might say now.
When he would come home I would hide being the curtains not wanting to confront him. My comings and goings now were based on when I thought he would be at work. Realizing now that I had been just a cheap one night stand for him, a cunt-boy, in his eyes he must think me a slut, a whore. If what I was and what had done ever got out -- if the neighbors knew what I was -- I would be forced to live in disgrace or move. My guilt seemed to grow every day. I had been so careful all these years to appear straight, now in a moment of lust I had screwed it all up. It was even more traumatic when he would have those parties and I would see all those black men pouring into his house and knowing they were talking and laughing about me, the queer bitch next door.
It was late that following week around two in the morning that I was wakened from a sound sleep. Thinking something was very wrong and throwing on a robe and rushing to the door only to find Jim and a dozen or so of his "guests" standing on my porch. Opening the door not knowing what the hell was going on I was stunned when Jim pushed his way inside. Laughing drunkenly and telling the others, "This here's the bitch I was telling you about---he can't get enough big black cocks!" Stunned, telling him to go home he was drunk in one swoop of his hand my robe on the floor. Now standing there in front of about a dozen blacks naked as Jim started snickering saying "look at that hard on he's got, See I ain't no liar the bitch wants to be fucked again."
Suddenly my living room was filled with all kinds of clothing and I was circled by naked men holding hard drooling cocks in there hands. Thinking it was all over for me and what the hell dropping to my knees I began moving to the closet cock to get it in my mouth. Once I had his cock in my mouth it was no surprise when one of them began working his cock into my ass. Eager for more and spreading my legs wider apart to allow him easer entry I surrendered my body to his cock. A sharp pain, a hot rush, and I was now impaled from both ends. Moving back and forth in a piston action I could now drive a cock deep up my ass or down my throat with each stroke of my body. With each new set of cocks I felt that rush and began thrashing back wanting them all.
My dream fantasy went on for hours and finally with daylight streaming in the windows the party was finally over. Jim just sat there watching the men dressing and leaving one by one. Fishing in there pockets and thrusting a bill in his hands and as they were going out saying, "Good fucking neighbor you have here Jim." After all of them had gone I lay there naked and smelling of cum and sex and two exhausted to even get up. Jim began explaining to me that I was his whore now and I was going to provide sex to whoever wanted to fuck me. Then producing a Camcorder he asked me if I wanted to see that kind of bitch I'd become. Without waiting for an answer he inserted the tape into the VCR and I lay there watching myself being fucked by this army of blacks. Even as I watched I could feel the rush and wanted more. I had to accept that I was a whore and that I wanted---no--- needed black cock. Watching that tape I wanted just one more fuck, and making my way over to Jim I begged to fuck me again.
Ravaging my ass and leaving me laying there on the floor in disgust he began dressing. After he was gone it was all I could do to crawl into the bed room. To exhausted to even wash up and smelling like a filthy street whore all I could do to crawl into bed. All that day I stayed in bed, two exhausted and tired even to think of what I'd done or what I'd become. It was almost dark when I woke, the foul taste of shit and cum still lingering in my mouth and rushing into the bathroom I wanted to just wash that night away. Slipping into the shower it felt so good to just open my mouth and let the warm water wash that taste away. It was however as I lathered up my body paying attention to my sore asshole that no sooner had my fingers touched it than I began feeling this urge, this need for a cock. There was no escaping it; I was really a whore now.
Quickly drying off and throwing my robe on I felt hungry. It had been yesterday afternoon since my last meal if you don't count all that cum I got. Throwing some leftovers in the microwave every thing tasted like cock and I began getting aroused again... I'd no sooner finished when the door bell rang. What now I was thinking as I gathered my robe around my still naked body and headed toward the door. Thinking it was Jim from next door I swung open the door. To my surprise it was to blacks I'd never seen before. One of them was an older man, tall, dressed in black slacks and a younger youth, and could not be much over twenty two years old. Without any fanfare he asked, "You that white bitch that likes to be fucked by black cock. Looking into his face tired withered face and then over to that young black I pulled open the door saying, "I'm the one that likes getting fucked by black cock."
Coming into the room and taking a seat the older black began telling me his son here thinks he is gay. When he heard about me from someone at work he'd decided to bring his son here to see if he liked fucking a man. Looking at his careworn face and than over to the blushing black young man I could feel that he was indeed trying to find the right way to teach the boy. Standing and letting the robe slip to the floor they both just sat there staring at me with there mouths open. Then almost choking it out he asked what I was charging. Thinking if I sold myself two cheap I could never raise my price but if I charged two much they would go somewhere else. If I was going to be a whore I might as well get paid for it.
Almost without hesitation telling him I cost fifty bucks but they both could fuck me as many times as they wanted and that included blow jobs for the both of them. The old guy sat there for a minute and then looking over at his son nodded his head and began reaching into his pocket for the money. Moving toward them I could see the boy was struggling with a king size hard on. Slipping to my knees and working between his legs I could begin unzipping him. Confused, embarrassed, he just sat there not knowing what to do, his father watching as he was introduced to getting his first blowjob. Still squirming as I went down on him I could feel him tensing, then relaxing and then a long low murmur of satasfiction comes from him as I began working his cock deeper into my throat. Weather it was nerves or embarrassment he went soft. Turning to his father I suggested I take his son to the bedroom where he could get naked and me more into it.
Nodding his approval and leading the youth into my guest room I made a big deal of turning down the bed, showing him the clean white sheets as I began encouraging him to strip. Now away from his father he was like a different boy. He was naked in seconds and hard as a rock. Dropping to my knees then and taking his cock into my mouth again this time it was a different story. This kid was not a first timer and gone was the timid shy boy I had tried to bring out in the living room. This kid new just what he wanted and grabbing my head drove his cock deep into my throat. With each stroke he was hotter and more horny and finally he managed to grown out, "Gatta fuck that white ass of yours bitch" He and I were on the bed in seconds and thrusting a condom in his hands he was gloved in seconds.
Laying on the bed and positioning me so that I was on my back and lifting my legs, after my breaking in thanks to Jim, the boy made an easy entry. Pumping for all he was worth he was off in seconds. What was then more of a surprise was he positions his ass over my erection and began to suck it into his ass. Throwing his head back he begged me to rape him hard. Moving him around, my cock still deep in his well used ass let me begin the fucking in complete freedom. This was how his father, now standing in the doorway saw us. The only sounds in the room were that of our sex action and his son begging to be fucked again. The elder, now furious, at being duped by his son in his virgin tails was naked and on the bed in a flash. Pushing me aside he hauled produced this hard black horse cock muttering, "You cost me fifty bucks so you could get fucked, Well boy here it is for free and you're going to get it every night now."
Standing there watching this wild picture of incest I could enjoy the expression on the boys face as he took into his body one of the biggest cocks I'd ever seen. Within seconds he was begging for more. Crawling back into the bed now I wanted a piece of that action for myself. The house flew by as we engaged in a wild and wonderful three-way of fucking and sucking. The last hooray was when the both of us, Dad and my self until finally we both managed to get our cocks into his son's now elasticized asshole. When it was my turn they managed to work both there cocks deep inside me for that last fuck.
When they finally dressed and left it was all I could do to stand let alone walk.
After that my life seemed to fall into a pattern, I missed servicing Jim but he seemed to have lost interest in me but then with this steady stream of black men wanting to fuck a white ass I didn't dwell on it. As the months went by occasionally a white guy would stop by and I made it abundantly clear that their kind was not welcome, that is until Bobby and Frank, a by- racial couple, appeared at my door. Frank, the white guy was the prissiest man I'd ever seen but Bobby, was something else again. Big and the blackest guy I'd ever seen, dressed in leather and built like a bull. Pushing his way in with one thrust of his black gloved hand I knew there was no telling this beast no.
Frank began flittering around like a giddy fairy as he began disrobing. Exposing a slim hairless body with pierced tits I could not help but stair at the cock cage that encased his genitals. Producing a large leather bag he began extracting items from it. I'd heard of men that took on the role of masters to fairies like Frank but I had never seen it with my own eyes. Bobby, or Master as Frank was now calling him, began putting on all types of leather things on his ankles and wrists. Coming over to me than he began stripping me and in that prissy assed smile told me his master wanted to fuck me and I had to submit to his needs or I would be punished. Not wanting any part of this sickness I was almost ready to ask them to leave when Bobby began stripping the few garments he had on.
Naked he had to be the most bearish hunk of black manhood I'd ever seen and I wanted him bad. Figuring anything was worth a try once I let myself be manacled and gagged. Before the little fairy inserted the ball gad he gave me a liquid to drink form a small vile telling me it would get me hot. In a few minutes I began feeling so different, so hot and almost like I was in a dream world. All I can remember now is that wild feeling of want, of sexual need. Vaguely I can remember being flogged then fucked in this swinging contraption and finally being fist fucked by that little fairy, then nothing. Only when I woke, with the lights blazing all over the house did I vaguely remember this nightmare of a night. It was had been like Dante's inferno.
My body seemed to hurt all over, then looking my body covered with blood and excrement and bite marks all over and those rings in my nipples for the first time in my life I was afraid. Struggling to clean up I was startled to hear the back door open and there was Jim standing in the bathroom looking at me. His only comment was "Fuck" what happened to you." Rushing into his arms, still wet and lamenting the terrifying night I'd had he began soothing me telling me, "Baby, I'll take care of you from now on." He was so strong and wonderful I had to love him. He spent most of the rest of that day keeping me in bed, bringing me soup and tending my sore nipples and mutated asshole. Leaving only for a short while telling me he would be back very soon. As he hovered over me I muttered I love you Jim. I had not told those words to another man since loosing my lover years ago.
Wakened suddenly by those fluttering hands of that fucken fairy I could see that hulk of a nigger standing in the shadows grinning telling me it was time for my training that I was going to make a fine addition to his stable. Screaming out I knew this was more than a bad dream as Frank was babbling on about how wonderful to belong to his master. Trying to get out of bed, Bobby, in one fell swoop basted me across the face telling me I needed to learn discipline. Now more in shock than anything else as I cowered in bed there was this awful crash and Bobby staggered and fell across the bed. Standing there Jim was holding what remained of a chair telling Frank to get that fucken creep out of here or he would kill him.
Holding his head as Frank began helping him out of the bedroom Bobby began babbling how sorry he was to try to take another mans bitch. That night Jim stayed with me, not as a sex object but as a true lover being there to protect me. From that night on was the beginning of my new life. As the summer began fading I had become a fixture in the neighborhood. Everyone knew I was a whore, a queer fagot that all the guys were fucking but no one every said it out loud. Each day I had more men appearing at my door and that is fine with me; I am now getting all the cock any man could ever want. I am happy to surrender my body to any man and his friends, be they black or white or a price--but I do prefer the black ones best, truly I am in my golden years of retirement.