The New Neighborhood

QN: I came back from hiatus to start working on chapter 6 for TTN as well as other stories and chapters... But, for some unknown error, my cloud had WIPED every. Single. Document. I had. Every story, unfinished or finished, published or not published, new or old.

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I was already in David's living room as he brewed a fresh pot of coffee, my hands gripping the fabric of my jogger pants as I could still faintly recall the memories of last night. My hands clasped the mug of black coffee he brought to me, and my legs pressed together in anxiousness.

"So," David spoke up after sipping his coffee, only a few inches away from me on the couch with his arm behind me on the back, "Sounds like quite the predicament. Are you going to tell your parents?"

I sighed as I set my mug on the table, my hands resting over my knees with uncertainty. "Well, I was... I mean I am. I just.. Didn't think they were the type to borrow money from illegal lenders."

David let out a low, husky chuckle and set his mug next to mine. "Just goes to show you don't truly know anyone, there's always layers of secrets hidden beneath someone's exterior." He flashed me a soft smile which prompted me to smile back.

"Really? So, what're you hiding from me?" I leaned closer and stared at his luscious pink lips that had some stubble scattered scarcely across his lower face.

"Hiding? Not really anything, although there's still a lot you've got to learn about me, and vice versa." David plastered a confident smirk as he pulled his cup to his lips for another sip.

"Right... Like am I gonna find out you're some kind of secret sexy hitman?"

David pretended he was pondering as his eyes looked to the side, then shook his head lightly. "If I was a hitman, I'd be in a way better house than this."

"Haha okay, fair enough." I sipped carefully from my coffee as his eyes studied my lips. I could already tell why. "Horny already?"

"Mm.. You could say that." He smirked, adjusting his glasses as his foxlike eyes never left mine.

"Is it because I haven't come over in so long?"

He let out a hearty chuckle and cupped my cheek, his thumb rubbed my lower lip. "Max, you're adorable. You're truly naive when it comes to sex."

I frowned. "What did I say?"

"Don't worry about it," his thumb pushed past my lips and on my tongue, "Suck."

My body shivered when he commanded me to suck his finger. I've never seen this dominant side of him before... And I fucking love it.

I did exactly what he wanted, closing my eyes and wrapping my tongue around his large thumb. I could taste the coffee as the scent stuck to his skin. It was rich and smooth, but my thoughts were interrupted as he forced my mouth open and pressed against my tongue lightly. I peeked open my eyes. David's jaw was visibly clenched, and he looked somewhat frustrated.

I pulled my mouth off his thumb, "What's wrong?"

He hid his frustration with a warm smile. "Nothing, nothing at all."

"I'm not a kid." My frown was back, and I crossed my arms over my chest.

He sighed, bringing my face closer. "Trying to hold back, Max."

"Then don't."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't..."

A low groan emitted his throat, I knew he just needed a final push.

"I want this. I want you to touch me. I want you to show me how much you want me." My hands rested on his shoulders; I leaned in to plant supple smooches on his cheek down to his neck.

"Max, there's something you should know about me." He pulled me back to meet his gaze, his eyes were soft once again.

"Alright. So tell me."

"I didn't want to tell you considering you're a virgin--err, new to everything. But I'm a dominant."

"So?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Meaning I like to be rough."

"And you're assuming I can't handle it?"

He sighed and shook his head. "You're still fairly new to all of this."

"All of what?"

"Sex, Max."

"I watch porn."

He let out a loud laugh, setting his glasses to the side as he pulled my body into his lap. His arms wrapped around my back. "That's exactly why."

"I'm offended." I pushed him back gently and gave him a pouty look. "Don't assume I can't handle it just because I'm not experienced in sex. Maybe I do like it."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, so suck on that."

"I'd rather suck on your-" My hand clasped over his mouth. His eyes went wide briefly before removing my hand. "Cock."

"Have you no shame?" I could feel my cheeks heat up as he said that with no hesitance. He responded with a snicker and rubbed his hands up my back then all the way done, cupping my ass cheeks.

"Not with you. Welcome to the adult world." His lips caressed my ear and oh god, I wanted him to take me then and there. I wanted him to show me his dominant side.

I ground my rear into his groin, biting the inside of my lip to suppress any unwanted noise. I felt his fingers dig into my hips, his mouth hovering the flesh of my neck. His teeth grazed my skin, my body arched into his touch. Suddenly my body was pushed back onto his couch, my eyes widened in shock.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," He whispered my ear before he viciously tore off my clothes, his mouth adhering to my neck with soft bites. I whined and arched my back again, my legs squirmed as I felt my cock hardening. I lolled my neck with every new suck, my hands clawing at him eagerly.

"God please just fuck me already..." I breathed out shakily, my hands trembling with anticipation.

He didn't respond with words, but his mouth traveled down to wrap around my cock, his finger prodding my entrance but not pushing inside. My hips rolled with every bob of his head, his hand restraining my hips against the couch. My eyes rolled back and I moaned softly, I was close--until the loud ring of his doorbell caused both of us to freeze.

"Fucking-..." David groaned in annoyance, pulling my briefs back up and giving me a reassuring pat on my thigh. "Wait here sweetie."

I groaned as well; I was right there dammit..

I heard the voice of a woman, and curiosity got the best of me. I stood up and tip-toed closer, hiding around the corner of the entrance to the house. It was a middle-aged woman, roughly mid-30s. But I could be wrong about. She had gorgeous caramel hair and smooth tan skin. She was incredibly skinny though, and her toothy smile tells me they're close in some regard.

The woman briefly looked in my direction and I sank back behind the wall, my heart pounding in my chest. Even though I was certain she saw me, she didn't say anything about it. I took as my cue to go sit back on the couch and mind my business. The sound of the door shutting prompted me to let out a sigh of a relief, relaxing back into the couch.

David sat next to me, his glasses settled right on his nose bridge. He stroked his chin softly as if he was deep in thought. I decided to break the silence first.

"Who was that?"

"My ex-wife." He replied without hesitation. My body tensed slightly and I gripped the edge of the couch.

"What... did she want?"

"Alimony. But it was probably because she wanted to see how my current life was." He groaned and rubbed his eyes. "She's snoopy."

"I see.. Why did you.. Divorce?"

"She was too.. Demanding. She wanted too much from me."

"Like what?"

"Well first, she wanted a bigger house. That's why I bought this one. Then she wanted a dog. Then wanted me to be more romantic. Then a baby." He sighed, removing his glasses and tucking them in his front shirt pocket. "The baby is where I drew the line. We were both 27, I wasn't prepared to be a father."

"Do you regret it?"

"No, I'm still perfectly fine without a child."

"I meant.. Divorcing her."

David raised an eye brow at me, chuckling softly before ruffling my hair. "Oh. No, I don't. She was demanding as hell, she would've bothered me for a child for years if she had the chance."

I chewed the inside of my lip and laced my fingers together, my elbows propped up on my legs. "I wonder if I'll ever get married."

"If you do, I'll gladly be your best man."

I smiled softly over at him, scooting closer and resting my head on his shoulder.

"I gotta go to work, Max. But feel free to come back later and we can talk about your situation a bit more." David stood up and straightened his tie, "Oh and, let me know what you decide to do."

Since college wasn't starting until September, days were boring. Parents go to work, David goes to work, I don't have any friends. It's incredibly boring.

Well, it was boring, until there was a knock at my door. I rolled my eyes, it was boring, yes, but I enjoyed the peaceful environment. I opened the door and was met with Josh, someone I hadn't seen for weeks. What the hell was he doing here?

"Josh.."

"May I come in?"

"I... Alright." I moved out of the way and let him come inside, offering him some water and a place to sit on my couch. "What's up? I haven't seen you for... a while."

"The math teacher was arrested."

"What.. Who? The one you warned me about during the exams?"

"Yes. Mr. Kirk. And his son.. Tatum. Remember him?"

I felt the hairs on my neck stand up when he mentioned Tatum. Last time I saw that dude was in the coffee shop bathroom. "Yeah, vaguely."

"He fled the state, moved back in with his mother in Kentucky." Tatum moved back to Kentucky? Well, there goes one of my "booty calls" I guess.

I shook my head softly. "Okay but.. Why are you telling me all this?"

He sighed out of frustration, turning to face me. "There's no school until next year. They're investigating every professor after this incident and it could take a year or two. And they're finding a replacement for Mr. Kirk."

Great. College is a month away and now it's a year away. "Fuck. Of course... So now what?"

Josh ran a hand through his hair with a half-assed shrug. "We wait, I guess."

"Are you sure this wasn't just an excuse to come into my house while I'm all alone? You could've texted me this information, you know."

Josh smirked without looking at me, his eyes finding mine. "Was it that obvious?"

I chuckled and pushed my sun-bleached bangs back, shaking my head. "I was joking but seems like it wasn't all that wrong."

"Well, part of me wanted to talk to you. To talk about... What comes next."

"What do you mean?"

Josh grabbed one of my hands and sandwiched it between his. His eyes never left mine as he put this look of sincerity on his face. "We haven't seen each other for days. I... Shit. I missed you."

My eyebrows raised and my eyes widened. He missed me? A straight guy missed me? I chuckled half-heartedly and pulled my hand out to rest on top of his.

"You're straight Josh. And of course, you're going to feel that way towards someone you slept with."

"I'm not talking about sex, Max. The feeling I get when I'm around you is different with women." Josh pulled me in for a tight embrace, his chin on top of my head. I heard him take a deep inhale through his nose.

I looked up at him with uncertainty, but his eyes were serious. Our faces incher closer, slowly, until our noses brushed against each other. Then, before we both realized it, our lips were pressed together.

His tongue licked over my lips gently and his hand move to hold my nape, deepening the kiss. It wasn't long before it turned into a full blown make out session, Josh lied back on the couch while I was on top of him with my hips grinding into his.

His hands reached down mid-kiss to unbutton and unzip both of our jeans, relieving a bit of tension.

"Fuck, Max," He growled, biting and pulling my bottom lip. His hands gripped my hips and slammed our erections together. "I don't have a lot of time.."

I whined softly and leaned in to kiss his neck. His head rolled back and he moaned softly.

"Just a quickie," I whispered and nibbled his earlobe.

Josh visibly clenched his jaw. "Fuck that." He moved swiftly, flipping me over and rubbing his erection on my bottom. His hands yanked my pants down and he groaned again at the sight of my pale ass. His hands kneaded my cheeks, squeezing every so often.

"Max, you have no idea how sexy you are."

I giggled, "That's not something you say to a guy."

"Who cares?" He replied, leaning in and peppering my back and neck in kisses and soft bites. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small packet of lube, to which I rolled my eyes.

"You devil." I smirked and let him flip me onto my back and pulling my pants off my ankles. He wasted no time coating his erection in the clear, sticky fluid. Then he applied a generous amount to my tight ring.

"Are you ready, Max?"

I nodded and bit my lip anxious, spreading my legs just a tad. "I'm ready..."

He pressed his tip to my entrance and I let out a noise of need. He continued to push with anticipation, until he managed to fit the first inch in.

"Christ, why are you so thick..?"

Josh just smirked and resumed pushing his erect cock inside me, then slowly started a rhythm of moving his hips back and forth. His hands grabbed onto my waist and he picked up his pace, grunting with each thrust.

"Fuck, Max, you're too damn tight."

I couldn't form a response so I just moaned. I felt my own cock slapping my lower stomach, leaving behind pre-cum on my skin.

The pace picked up and I felt myself release a variety of whimpers and high pitched moans, his hands locked with mine and he kept groaning softly all the way up until he filled my insides with his cum. I followed right behind with my own burst of cum all over my stomach. He collapsed next to me with his arm draped over my midsection.

"Should... haa.. Probably wear a condom next time." I breathed out, nestling my head between his cheek and neck.

He looked down at me with a small smile. "So there's going to be a next time?"

I froze and tried clarify quickly, "No- I meant- if there was a next time.." I chewed my thumb nail nervously, hoping he wasn't secretly laughing at me.

"It's okay, Max, I get it." He planted a soft kiss on my forehead and cuddled up to me.

With Josh back in the picture, I wondered how these upcoming days would play out.