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The Dominant Neighbour
It was a warm June day when I saw him move in. All muscles and girth that came to the forefront as I could see him starting to unload the car.
I was on my way to the gym when I saw him taking stuff out the back of the van and into the house that I shared with my partner of 10 years. We'd only just moved in a couple of months before so was sympathising.
"Do you need a handy buddy?" I asked as he was lifting a box out of the vehicle.
"That would be really nice thank you," he replied in a dreamy Scottish accent. Up close, he had crystal clear blue eyes, black hair and some 5 o'clock shadow. He passed me a couple of boxes and asked me to take them into the house.
It was weird looking round someone else's house. We'd not really got on with the people living before who told us they were off as soon as we knocked on the door to introduce ourselves.
"Just pop them down on the floor, cheers," he said.
"I'm Chris by the way," holding out my hand to greet me.
"Scott," returning the gesture and clasping my hand firmly, enough to indicate there was plenty going on underneath the clothes.
"Let's help you get settled," I said.
He said he didn't mind doing it on his own but I was more than happy to help. If nothing else, it was stopping me from going to the gym which is a blessed relief. I wasn't in bad shape, slim-ish with a little bit of tone. The idea of maintaining it was putting me off trying for a six pack.
We continued chatting about this and that. Turns out he was grateful for the help as he had driven down from Edinburgh to Manchester and then on to Milton Keynes and had been in the car for eight hours with no company. His partner was supposed to help with the move but got called into work early.
I found out that he was a football and rugby fan, liked to work out (it was pretty obvious) and was moving down to become a teacher. Turned out it was the first time he was living with anyone, so having to do the whole combine two homes into one. We made small talk grabbing all the boxes out. There were the final two in the van, and I grabbed one marked for the bedroom. I took it up to the bedroom but as I reached my destination, the bottom of the box collapsed and the contents came tumbling out.
There were so many sex toys that cascaded onto the floor, it was like he had gone into the adult shop and asked for one of everything. There was dildos, butt plugs, anal beads and prostate massagers of all shapes and sizes as well as several things that looked very unusual.
There was leather gear, floggers, spanking boards, blindfolds, cock rings and even chastity devices. There must have been a 100 or so bits of kit in there.
Despite observing everything in there, I can't have looked for more than 15-20 seconds. I assumed he must have been straight but there was an awful lot go stuff in there which made me question. I rushed to put everything back in the box and tried to keep a straight face when I got back down there to chat to Scott.
"Do you want any help unpacking stuff?" I asked.
"If you could help me make the bed then that would be great," he replied.
I know what you are all thinking after reading this. You think that it's going to end in a session. I'll be honest, given how exhausted Scott looked, I doubt he could have used any of those things, let alone enjoy it. So boringly, we put the bed together. After that, he said he could manage the rest on his own and that his partner would be back soon.
I went off to the gym, hit the treadmill and did a bit of swimming but my mind constantly drifted to the contents of that box. I was left in two minds while I was doing my workout. Do I tell my partner about our potentially kinky next door neighbour or should I leave it. Should I say I saw what was in his box to Scott. And also, how much fun would some of those toys be to use.
You see, I had a bit of a kinky side. My partner didn't. Nothing wrong with that. The sex we have is great and in many ways, a lot of guys were always very jealous of me that we settled down together. He's six feet two and black with a good body and man does he have a big dick. It's about nine inches and even after 10 years together, I still need a good whiff of poppers to take it.
I got back from the gym and returned home. I pottered about the house for five minutes and then my other half, Darren, came home. He was smiling, always smiling. We kissed briefly before he then asked about the van parked up outside.
"We have new neighbours. I helped the guy unpack," I said.
"What's he like?"
"Yeah, nice guy, we chatted." And it was at that point I lost all pretence of trying to pretend I didn't think he was hot. Especially after 10 years, we can read each other like a book. "He's very hot, like super hot."
"Really."
"Imagine Ben Cohen with a Scottish accent."
"Oh my god. Really?"
"Yep"
"Straight I assume?"
"I thought so until..."
"Until?"
I then told him all about the sex toys in the box.
"Bet you have been thinking about that all afternoon," he said.
"More than a little," I replied as I ground up against him, my cock was gradually getting harder, and his was also. We kissed a little more passionately than we had previously before he put his hand on the top of my head and got me to my knees. My boyfriend unzipped his fly and hauled out his cock and balls.
"Suck my cock," he said. And there I was blowing my boyfriend, desperately trying to get as much of it in my mouth as possible. Sucking up and down, he was getting wonderfully forceful, starting to fuck my mouth and start jamming it down my throat until my gag reflex intervened. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of poppers, he unscrewed the top and held it to my nostrils, forcing me to inhale for 8 seconds each nostril.
After taking the poppers away my horn got the better of me and started sucking with even more fervour getting more and more of his dick down my throat.
"I was at a cruising ground earlier and had this guy bouncing up and down on my cock," he said casually in between having sniffs of poppers. In theory, I should have been livid with him, but after we disturbed each other at a cruising ground once and admitting we were both turned on, we decided to tell each other whenever the other one was up to something. He started moaning as I was sucking him off.
"He was such a cute guy, he looked so hot as he tried to back himself onto my big cock," he was telling me. "He was scrunching his face up, desperate to impale himself so much on my cock. There was a mixture of pain and pleasure all over his face. Shame we were interrupted and he lost his nerve."
I continued sucking his cock and licking on his balls in between sucking him off. I had one final assault on his shaft to see if I could manage to get it all in my throat. Darren could sense this, and sensed my desire to get it all in my mouth as he whipped out the poppers and made me hit hard. It was after that I plunged myself onto his cock, managing to get all of it in there in one go. My boyfriend was so turned on when his cock disappeared entirely into his mouth that he grabbed me by the back of my head and kept me there while he fucked my mouth solidly. I had no choice but to sit back and feel my throat expanding as he shaft remorselessly pummelled my mouth.
After taking his cock out of my mouth he bought me back up from his knees and kissed me hard. He was at my jeans trying to take them down. I knew what was coming so went to put my hand in his pocket and fished out the bottle of poppers as I turned around. He grabbed at my arse as I turned around and kissed my neck with lots of soft kisses, in contrast to how rough he had just been.
"But the best thing about having sex with you, is that I don't have to wear a condom," he said as he squirts some lube on to his fingers and starts to penetrate. I go to start stroking my cock but he stops me in my tracks.
"Don't!" he said seductively. "I want to fuck the cum out of you." He replaced his fingers with his cock as as my hole was being stretched, I took a quick sniff of poppers to help deal with the pain of being penetrated by such a girthy cock. I could barely the cap before his entire cock was inside my arse. And he assault started, I placed my hands behind my back which he took as the opportunity to hold them in place. He took turns fucking me hard and fast, and then slowly, making sure that I felt every thrust which went in and out of my arse. Especially the moment when he power thrusted his way up my arse.
There was soon the tell-tale of the thrusts getting deeper and harder, quicker and faster. I knew it was going to be long until my boyfriend flooded my arse with his cum just like he has done many times before. I can hear his breathing starting to shorten, and then before I knew it, he was cumming. I felt all of his thrusts go deep inside me. He finished shooting his load inside me, breathing hard to recover from his climax.
Once he did, he took his cock out of my arse and put the poppers under my nose. After taking some deep hits, he placed his fingers back into my hole and starts massaging my prostate, using his cum as a lubricant.
He was working my prostate over playing my body with the skills of a master musician, gently rubbing his finger tips over my highly sensitive prostate. I went to touch my dick, but even then Darren still grabbed my hand, determined to make me cum just by having my arse stimulated. As he continues to slide his fingers, he leans over right next to my ear and I know that some dirty talk is going to follow.
"Did you like hearing about me fucking someone else?"
"Yeah I did."
"Do you wish it had been you there? Watching it, live."
"Yeah," I groaned.
"Watching my big cock sliding in and out of his arse. As I thrust all the way in and all the way out. I bet you would have joined in the fun. Getting on your knees and sucking the guy off while I fuck his arse."
And it was at that point, the talk, the fucking, and my arousal from earlier all combined as my cock shot its load without even being touched. I let out a massive moan which could easily have been heard. And indeed was. As seconds later there was a knock at the door.
"Are you expecting anyone?" I asked my boyfriend.
"Nope."
"I think given that I am covered in cum, you might be in a better position to answer the door than I am."
He shuffled me to the side of the living room where I couldn't be seen and started attempting to clean myself up.
Darren opened the door and I heard a slightly camp man's voice.
"Are you Chris?" he asked uncertain.
"No, I'm his partner Darren."
"Oh I'm Carl, Scott's partner. We've moved in next door."
"Nice to meet you," said Cam.
"Likewise, did I catch you at a bad time," clearly referring to the noise moments ago.
"Ha, no not at at all."
"Well look, we just wanted to say thank you for your help moving in and we were about to get a takeaway, did you and Chris want to join us?"
"Yeah sure, give us 10 minutes to get changed and we'll come over."
"Sure, see you soon," said Carl.
Cam closed the door and waited for a few seconds to come back into the room. I had just finished cleaning up with my orgasm. We then both started laughing at the unfortunate timing of the visit by our neighbour.
After we had stopped laughing, we got changed after a quick shower and headed over to our next door neighbour. Carl was not actually bad looking, not my type at all, he seemed a little bit diva-is but the sort of guy you could have a laugh with. He was a little shorter than me at about 5ft 9 with blonde hair and very slim. Skinny, almost twink-esque but he was probably a little bit too old to be considered a twink.
We ordered an Indian and chatted the night away with their new neighbours. It turns out they both met when Carl's work as an advertising executive took him to Edinburgh where they met in a gay bar up there. They stayed in touch constantly and decided to do a long distance relationship. Carl's job took him down to London, and Scott found a teaching job in Northamptonshire so they decided to move in with each other.
They seemed to be happy with each other and about their new house which they were initially renting but with a view that they would eventually find a more permanent home. They had been together for about a year. I was still uncertain about whether to ask about the massive amount of sex toys that had come tumbling out of the box.
But we all had a good laugh as we discussed mostly education, all of our past relationships, what the gay scene was like in the area, our respective jobs, hobbies, everything and nothing. No conversations about sex although considering that both Darren and I were drained from our fuck session earlier and they were tired after moving in, I doubt either of the four of us were feeling horny.
At around 9.30pm, we left their house as they were both tired. As soon as Darren and I returned, we chatted that they both seemed nice although Scott was definitely the hunkier of the two.
As Darren was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, I checked my mobile phone for the first time in a few hours. There was a message on Recon, and it was a guy called ScottishDom84. I opened the message and I knew things were going to change as soon as I read it.
"Did you like all of the sex toys in the box earlier?" it said.