Our New Neighbor

Our New Neighbor (bi)

The new neighbor seemed alright. A regular Joe who came and went as any other fellow would. Except that he always seemed to have a different woman with him - and pretty ones too. In fact, they appeared to be beautiful beyond his pay grade. For a working class man of average looks he did really well for himself in that department. And good for him.

At least that's how I felt until my new bride took notice of him. At first she just said stuff like, "The new guy waved to me across the courtyard today." Or "How do you suppose he can afford such a nice car as a heating and air conditioning tech?"

He had my interest peaked too. How DID he attract so many women and exactly what appeal did he have for my wife?

A few days after he moved in he was carrying a big box into his apartment and I offered to help bring it up the stairs, not that he needed a ton of help. We dropped it on the floor in his bachelor pad which probably made a thud in my apartment below. Then I blurted out, "How do you do it? The women?"

Shucking his navy blue uniform he shrugged, "I've just got it." I searched his eyes, wanting to know more.

So he filled me in, "Mostly it's a combination of success and warmth. I work hard and make a good living. And I'm rugged. And I treat everyone like my best friend." Then he added ominously, "In public anyway."

I was totally taken by his story and I couldn't help but lean in wanting to hear more. Washing the day's work off his hands in the kitchen sink he revealed it to me, "Women can't resist those traits, well, everyone. And I've got a couple secret weapons too."

Curious, I tilted my head, "Like what, Clay?"

He grabbed a neatly hung shirt from a hangar as he changed, "The first is the scents." He threw his used T-Shirt at me while putting a new one on, "Wear this and your hotty will respond to you tonight." He winked, "Sexual hormones: like the animals. We're all just animals you know." I trusted every utterance the great man spoke as if it were the gospel truth.

I eyed the worn shirt suspiciously, wondering if I really wanted to put it next to my skin. "Go ahead, put it on." He said it so casually. So disarmingly. So I hesitantly removed my shirt to put his on underneath. He noticed me changing in a way I didn't expect, "You've got a nice body Tad. The women like it well enough? I suppose the men do too?"

That comment unbalanced me, "I guess so." I was answering both comments but it was the gay implication that both threw me off and flattered me. I changed the subject, "What's the other secret weapon?"

Meanwhile, he had dropped trou and was fishing around in a moving box for some underwear. When he turned back with a pair of plaid boxers in his hands he replied with a sweeping gesture "This!"

Completely soft, his hanging beast was meaty and heavy looking. Honestly it seemed more the size and heft of a tube sock full of pennies than a normal penis. I could do little more than ogle it until I had the sense to avert my eyes. "I get the same reaction from everyone. Now run on back to your wife with the tiny ass and do a good job licking her pussy or I'll have to take care of her myself and give her this." He cupped his big threatening package as he said it.

I let myself out, deathly afraid for my darling's chastity. I'd have to keep a close eye on him. Normally I would be flattered if a man noticed my wife. But I didn't at all like the idea that Clay had eyed her so lasciviously.

Back home Poppy was just getting dinner ready. I chomped my salad with a worried mind until I was brought back to reality by her lovely voice, "Did you get a haircut? Or have you been working out? I can't place my finger on it but you're just... more... handsome tonight." She brushed back her long blonde hair and I swear she pushed out her breasts for me to take notice. "Let's skip the telly tonight and just talk in our bedroom."

One thing led to another and I did end up making love to my wife. Was she more passionate tonight? And the way she kissed my body like she was adoring my skin. It was sensual and amazing and all wrong and I hated Clay. I didn't notice that she did or didn't have an orgasm but I feared I'd failed her and I needed to prove myself. If I kept her satisfied maybe she could resist Clay.

Kissing her nubile jiggly boobs I worked my way down her velvety tummy toward her pussy. I'd never actually eaten pussy before but it's supposed to be a sure fire way to bring a woman off.

As soon as my lips touched her bush two things happened. The first was that the wiry course texture of her pubic hair took me by surprise. It didn't smell like the hair on her head: in fact, it had a musky natural scent that thrilled me deep in my soul. The second was that she kinda tugged on my ears, "Taddy, what are you doing? It's dirty."

I wasn't going to be deterred from giving her an O so easily so I kept at it. I couldn't afford to quit. Moving toward the center of her sex area I searched for something to stimulate. It wasn't long before I discovered a soft pliable flap of skin. I kissed it. I licked it tentatively, then assertively. And it worked. She squirmed and opened up to me, mewling affectionately, and more importantly without any further complaint. The next thing I knew she touched my ears again, only this time she used them to guide me up to the top of her vaginal zone. Dutifully I gave that mysterious spot attention until she gave out a series of guttural grunts and rocked her hips against me in a series of rapid jerks.

When I held her close in the afterglow she sighed dreamily, "Oh, Tad, you really ARE the man!" I never felt so important as I did just then. I also had time to reflect: had I ever given her a real orgasm before? Was giving oral sex what made me a man? And just how much of our great evening was because of Clay's T-shirt rather than me?

The next day when I got home there was a batch of brownies cooling on the counter. "A housewarming gift." she told me in answer to the question I never asked. A cold chill ran down my spine.

I snatched the plate in a rush, "Don't worry yourself. I'll take 'em up. I need to return something anyway." She started to object as she gathered a sweater so I did the only thing I could: I accidentally spilled my drink on her top. Apologising profusely I dashed out with the plate before she could manage a comeback.

He opened the door, wet from a shower and with nothing more than a thin robe on. What if she had come up here and all that separated IT from her was that robe!?

As he dried his perfectly tousled hair I pleaded, "Please don't take my wife from me. She's all I have."

"I would never! I might borrow her for a night. But that's all." His grin was so smug. But the worst was that I believed him.

"No! You can't. Please don't go near her."

"Tad. A man like myself has needs. And somehow I don't have a date tonight. What am I supposed to do about this?" He motioned to the lump that I couldn't stop looking at and I imagined Poppy transfixed by the mere sight of the bulge hidden there. He continued his argument, "I'm in need of warm lips and it's gotta be soon."

I failed to catch the bisexual drift as I argued back pathetically, "But her lips, she's never done that before."

"It's not a problem, Tad. I've taught many people. I'll get you a drink and we can discuss this like adults." He already had a tumbler with some amber mixed drink for himself while he gave me a bottle of seltzer water, 'for my parched throat.'

Sitting across from me he gradually spread his legs as he mused, "The solution to our problem is pretty simple. If I'm drained and satisfied I have no need to seduce the sexy Poppy."

How the hell did he even know her name? Had they met?

The robe parted, revealing that monster cock to my eyes again. I took a swig and the fizz burned my throat going down, "Put your drink aside, Tad. You know what needs to happen." His broad smile welcomed me along with the sinister intent I was gradually perceiving.

His cock looked clean and freshly shaved and draped over his thigh, easily coming half way to his knee. It was oddly inviting. If I, as a straight man, felt this way, what hope did Poppy have to resist? How could anyone? Clearly, I would step in front of a bullet for her. Like a final act of husbandly service.

Perspiring, I fell off the couch, knees hitting the floor with a thump. I moved a few inches closer and was preparing myself to close the distance when he stopped me, "Tad, your body is too pretty to keep covered up. Why don't you show it to me?"

My throat was so dry, "You mean..?"

"Yea. I like my helpers to be nude." Slowly I began removing my clothes and with his encouragement my humiliation lessened and it became easier to discard each piece.

Finally, completely naked, I swallowed another lump in my throat, "Is this how you want me? For it?"

"Almost."

I looked myself over but had no more clothing to take off. Spying my ring, it felt unthinkable. With two right hand fingers I spun it on my left ring finger, "Do I have to?"

Clay scoffed, "No. But you need to be hard." I was confused while he grew cross, "I want you to have an erection.

I pulled on my dick but it wouldn't rise. He gave me a stern look so I tried again. Clay sighed, "Ahh, come over here while you keep tugging that little thing."

At six and three quarter inches my penis had never been little before. Besides, he was only seeing it soft. Still, in comparison there was no doubt.

He was about three steps in front of me. Should I stand up, take a step, then take the third step while getting back down again? Or would it just be easier to scootch over on my knees? I felt ashamed to stand which would expose my diminutive penis all the more.

As I arrived he said, "I like your attitude, Tad." The bastard caressed my face like I was a girl, or a kitten. "You have a sexy body too." Having said that, with me on hands and knees, he hugged my head to his abdomen with strong arms as he ran one hand down my side then under me to touch my impotent dick.

As soon as he squeezed it my unfaithful member betrayed me by responding to his fondling. "I knew you would like me, Tad. I like you too." His other hand roamed further afield, "I love the feel of your cock in my hand. And your buns are so smooth and hairless." He made me feel handsome.

I didn't think a man like him could admire my smaller penis, but it was obvious that he was passionately enjoying my dick with his rough fingers. More than that, this big manly stud was lusting over my thin frame in a way no woman ever had. My nervous tension left me and I relaxed just a little, sinking into his muscular embrace.

Pleasantly held, but nevertheless trapped there in his arms, I felt the heat from his big cock as it firmed up, pressing into my chest. It liked me too. Then it grew until it was stabbing the underside of my jaw. I sensed the length of it spanning from my neck to where his molten balls touched my sternum. How big would it have to be to cross that distance?

It was just curiosity that compelled me to see it. Then again, somehow I NEEDED to stare at it in all its imagined magnificence. But I couldn't move or I would lose the feeling of his hands exploring wherever they went. His hands liked me and should never stop massaging my cock and balls or reaching into hidden and private places.

Clay was touching my body for his enjoyment the same way I relished in Poppie's for mine - and I actually liked being the object of another person's lust for a change. As a participant in that experience it felt important that I should drive his lust higher. But how?

I lifted my hands, which had been lightly supporting me on the floor, and hugged his torso. I don't know why that felt like the right thing to do but it must've been wrong since he didn't respond at all. Next, I tentatively pulled one hand back so I could gingerly place it on his impressive balls. Clay encouraged me with a short moan.

So I gave in to the urges and used both hands to enthusiastically rub those big nuts. He really showed his appreciation with animalistic vocalizations. But then he leaned back in his chair, abandoning my naked body to the cold air of the room.

Suddenly, before me a towering monolithic obelisk jutted straight up toward the ceiling taking my breath away. Huge and foreboding it obscured my vision to the point that I saw nothing else.

I sat back on my haunches, gawking openmouthed and unable to say a word. Long seconds passed until the pillar fell over, bonking me on the nose. Well, in reality Clay had clubbed me with it. "Dude, wake up. I've been calling your name for a minute. I've never seen anyone, man or woman, so under my cockspell. Now come to your senses, it's time to show me what you can do."

I didn't really hear the words. Dazed, I just nodded. Some more time went by. "Tad, Tad, look at me." I tore my gaze away to look in his steel blue eyes. His voice was gentle, "Baby, it's time."

Why did it thrill me to be called by such a feminine pet name? Why did his beastly cock no longer scare me? How did I forget my lady one flight of stairs below?

I glanced from his face to the thick appendage with the criss-cross roadmap of bulging veins "It'll never fit."

"It always fits. It bends and so will you."

"But the... girth!"

"Don't underestimate yourself."

"Maybe just a handjob?"

"Now would that satisfy my needs? Or would I just have to search for true relief somewhere else?"

Beaten, I bowed to the task of submitting to this man to save my wife. That's what I told myself. I dove in, inhaling deeply to absorb any masculine odors I might discover. It may have smelled faintly of soap but I just knew those hidden magic chemicals must have been filling my lungs with each inhalation. And they touched me - inside somewhere.

Gently Clay guided my head so my lips would touch the very base of his giant pole. If I had been asked just yesterday I would have said it was a wholly gross act. Yet my lips glid along the remarkably soft flesh easily. His voice was just as tender as before, "That's right, Tad. You're doing so well. Keep it up. Now ever so lightly let your lips trace their way up to my crown." With unyielding hands he moved my lips up the side and when the ridge of his mushroom made first contact he started moving me back down.

He knew my thoughts, "Don't be disappointed, Tad. You'll get your first taste soon enough." Then cryptically, he asked, "What will it do to you, Tad?"

After that he pushed my lips all over his sack, rolling them around and mashing them into my face but always complimenting me on my skills even though it was him doing all the work. Surely they were moist from the shower and no other reason.

He brought me up to the frenulum then stopped there, frozen in time, "Tad?"

I replied, "What, Clay?" And mouthing the words made my lips caress that special spot.

"Give it a kiss when you're ready."

I didn't want to do it: to admit it. I was afraid to let my tongue out. But I couldn't bear to stay still with only the tiniest of contact between the grand sexual organ and me.

So I gave it a little peck. Really, my lips barely moved.

"Oh, Tad. Any second now you're going to become a beautiful man. That's what it's going to do to you - transform you. Into my kind of man." I felt like Clay knew more about being a man than anyone I'd ever met.

He made it sound so appealing. With a puckering sound I kissed the gnarly tube yet again, a little more assertively this time as if to confess that the first kiss was no accident. I was ready to become his kind of man. Anyhow, being any kind of man would be better than being the person who always lost the girl.

Clay sat up straighter in his chair while repositioning the angle of his cock and my head. I was looking down at the big knob which was now ready to plunge into my mouth. My heart was pounding in my chest. I bet Clay felt my heartbeat on his legs too. A single drop of fluid appeared as I watched and suddenly I panicked. I was on the wrong end of a poison spear and needed to escape.

I squirmed and twisted away as I pushed against Clay's thighs. I think the only reason I got away was because he let me. I fell back, landing on my ass, naked balls and embarrassing erection fully revealed to the eyes of this man with the much better equipment.

I covered my groin, still unable to remove my eyes from his. But his voice addressed me calmly, "You have sexy lips, Tad. I like 'em full and plump like yours. In fact, you both have plump lips. So does the woman down in the apartment at the end of the hall. But she's too needy. Always wanting to cuddle after she blows me. And she gets her feelings hurt if I just rush her out the door. It's because she lives alone."

He'd lived here barely a week. Was there anyone he wouldn't use?

"But you don't live alone. You and Poppy have each other to run back to after sucking me off."

I was horrified. "You didn't? So she...?"

"Naw. She hasn't been up here yet. I ran into her in the laundry room once. But you're right here, right now. Why don't you pick up where you left off?"

I was relieved until I thought about how secluded the laundry room was. What did they talk about? What had he been wearing? Was that the day she'd surprised me with a randy interlude the moment I'd come home? My only hope was to sate his lust and follow through on our agreement. Once I finished here he would leave us alone.

Clay sounded angry, "Tad! Wake up! Now get over here and finish what you started?" I didn't want to antagonize him.

I scrambled back up on my hands and knees with my excited dick bouncing below me. But also, Clay climbed off the chair to kneel upright before me with his turgid member once again poised to ravage me. Calloused hands grasped my jaw, "No, don't open all the way. Just let your sexy lips open a little, all natural like. I'll do the work at first."

The leaky tip touched me, wetting me with his juices. I was surprised at the sweetness that snuck inside. "I'm gonna push now. You just let it."

And he did just as he promised. Clay held me still as he parted my lips with the manly tool. They separated easily spreading over the bulbous gland and I tasted more of his secretions. "Watch the teeth, Tad. Open your jaw but not your lips."

I was confused but I tried anyway as Clay became impatient, "Close your lips, slut. Tighter." Then he started moving the smooth goo-slicked head in and out noisily. But as soon as any more of the stiff cock tried to gain access its dryness impeded his efforts. "Haven't you ever had a blowjob? You gotta build up some saliva to ease the way."

I pulled off and with a loud sucking sound gathered some spit in my mouth. Clay chuckled, "Criminy! You really have never had a blowjob. You don't get ready like you're gonna spit a lugi. Just let it accumulate so you can work it all over with your tongue while your lips spread it down the shaft."

He jammed the big wet head back into my mouth as far as the slick end would allow. As soon as he hit a dry patch he started giving me directions, "Remember, let the saliva gather like your mouth is watering for a delicious meal. Good. Now when I go deeper push the spit out with your tongue. OK, now spread it down with your lips."

It was a lot to do along with all the overwhelming sensations of a cock going into my mouth for the first time. I never knew a cock would have such soft skin. Or that I would feel every bump and ridge as they passed my lips. That it would fill me so completely even when only the tip was inside, and then that more could be forced in, that my mouth would stretch to allow it.

With my tongue flattened and my jaw forced apart he told me he was going to keep going but I couldn't fathom how that was possible. Furthermore, with all that hard cock stuffed into me he kept giving orders like, "No teeth." "Tighten your lips." And "Make it wetter."