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This is part 3 of my story Hello, Neighbor.
Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. Some of the situations and people are based on personal experience, or things I heard from friends. But by and large it is all my fantasies.
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Aaron sleeps the sleep of the dead, all through the night, his arm around me, his body pressed against mine. I tried a couple of times to move, but every time he would half wake up, and pull me closer to him, not letting me get away. Eventually I fell asleep, with Aaron spooning me.
I woke up quite early, the sky outside just getting light. Aaron is still asleep, and I manage to slide out under his arm, and get up to pee. It's still ridiculously early, so I slide back into bed next to Aaron. He half rolls over, and snuggles up against me. After a while,I feel his cock getting hard against my arse, and my own cock stiffens in response.
Gradually his breathing changes, and when he reaches around and grabs my cock I know he is awake.
"Something long and hard is poking me in the arse." I say.
"Not yet, it isn't, but it will in a minute." He replies.
"Not so fast, bucko." I retort.
I throw back the sheet, and begin sucking Aaron's cock, running my hands over his body, playing with his nipples, and cupping his balls. When I glance up, he is lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He grips my head, encouraging me to take his cock again, and go deeper, and I try my best. I can hear him breathing fast. I lick his balls and fondle them, then go lower, licking his taint. Aaron raises his legs, so I can reach his arse, and I tongue and lick as far as I can reach.
After a few minutes of sucking, Aaron pulls me up. I straddle his body, and position his rampant cock at the opening of my arse. I press down, feeling it enter me slowly, but Aaron bucks his hips, and his cock slams into my arsehole. It feels so good, filling me up, and I ride him, as he bucks and thrusts underneath me. I stroke his chest and stomach, and play with his nipples, and he grips my erect cock in his fist, masturbating me as he fucks me. The combination of his cock in my arse and the friction of his hand on my cock is intoxicating, and I can feel my orgasm starting in the pit of my stomach.
My breath quickens, I throw my head back. Aaron is panting and bucking, and as I climax I feel my sphincter clenching around his cock, and Aaron groans as his own climax hits him, and he comes in my arse. The combination of his and my orgasm simultaneously gives me such a rush of pleasure that I come harder than I've ever come before.
We lie there, for a while, getting our breath back, until Aaron sits up and says
"Why don't you grab a shower, while I make us some fried eggs."
"Suits me," I say, and he bounds out of bed, and heads for the kitchen.
Five minutes later, I'm covered in soap, shampooing myself, eyes screwed shut, when the shower door opens, and I feel a muscular body rub against me, erect cock pressing against my hip. I turn, and Aaron kisses me, grabbing me in a bear hug.
"What about the fried eggs?"
"Hey! I'm covered in your jizz, I also deserve a shower," Aaron protests.
I grab his erection with my soapy hand, and squeeze, as I stroke it, and he gasps, his knees half buckling.
"Oooohhhhh.... turn around. Now" he moans.
I turn, and bend forward as far as I can in the cramped shower. His cock, slick with soap, slides into me easily, and I gasp and moan, as he fills my arsehole, and fucks me hard and fast, until he cums.
After we dry off, we head to the kitchen, and eat a simple breakfast, sitting nude, across from one another at the table. Aaron chatters away, telling me banalities about food he likes and dislikes, but there is something brittle and almost desperate in his chatting.
"So, perhaps we should-" I begin, but Aaron cuts across me.
"Don't go to work today. Stay here with me all day," He suggests.
"I can't. I have to go in today."
"Don't go, please. Call in sick."
"I'll make a deal with you. I'll stay with you all day, if you tell me what's eating you."
Aaron opens his mouth to say something, then reconsiders. It's almost as if I can see him closing down. He turns his head, to avoid looking at me, rubs the back of his neck, then closes one eye and squints at me.
"I... can't..." is all he says.
"Why not? Look, I think I'm a pretty open minded guy. And I .... really like you. A lot."
I almost said something more serious, but changed it at the last moment.
"I really like you a lot, too." Aaron replies.
"So, tell me what's wrong. Is it your girlfriend?"
Aaron makes a scoffing sound at that, but says nothing.
"So what is it?" I ask. "I'm not going to judge you. You can tell me anything. It'll be just between the two of us"
Aaron gets up, and stands at the window, looking out, his back to me. After a few moments, I get up and cross to the window, and hug him from behind. He leans back a bit, into my hug, and covers my hands with his, then he moves them down across his body, till I can grip his semi erect cock.
"You're like the energizer bunny" I say, playfully. "You never run down."
Aaron turns around in my arms, and cups my face in his hands. He looks at me, sadly.
"I really can't. It's better for you."
"Because then you'd have to kill me?" I half laugh, but I stop when I see the dark expression on his face.
"Don't say things like that!" He says forcefully.
"Damn, you're not joking," I say.
"Look, this was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here." Aaron says, and drops his hands.
"No! I'm glad you did!" I respond.
"I'm going to leave now." He moves away, towards the bedroom.
I clutch at him as he goes past me, but he jerks away.
"You're making a mistake. Don't go." I say, as I follow him into the bedroom.
Aaron's already zipping up his trousers, pulling on his shirt, collecting his belongings. His face is stony. I try to block his way, but he moves me aside quite easily.
"So that's it? You got what you wanted and now I can go to hell?" I feel angry, disappointed, frustrated.
Aaron stops, and turns back to me. His face softens.
"It wasn't supposed to happen." He says. "I didn't plan on you."
"What the fuck does that mean? Stop talking in fucking riddles, and tell me what you mean!" I shout. But he opens the door and steps out.
"See you around." He says.
"Fuck you, you bastard. " I'm on the verge of crying.
He pauses for a couple of seconds, door half closed. Then he closes it and is gone.
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