Straight neighbor needs it 3 times a day

NOTE:

I am not the author. Posted for a friend.

All characters 18+.

I think this is part 1, finished. 

Third year at college and I finally have the wherewithal to live off campus. Dorms are ok but communal living has positives and negatives. Way less privacy but the eye candy in the showers and the locker rooms makes it almost worth it. That said, this is a fairly conservative college in a fairly conservative area, so one must be very careful with awkward glances. 

It’s a small apartment in a bit of a cramped area. The houses are pretty close together. The renter on the second floor are a couple of asian students who go home for the summer. The house to the west has an older couple most of the year but they go north for the summer. The house to the east has a young couple, maybe mid-twenties. The girlfriend seems nice, we’ve chatted a couple times. The guy is kinda gruff. “Hey” is about all I heard from him early on. He’s the rugged type, slim waist, broad back, hairy chest. Not a bit of fat on him. He works in the back on his car, shirtless. It’s a sight to see. One of those guys who looks great in jeans and no shirt. I’ll admit to using him for masturbation inspiration. 

When they are home, they seem to have only two activities, fighting and fucking, both loudly. 

The fights all seem to be about him, his toys (cars, video games) and his not helping around the house. The fucking is at least as loud, her being a screamer, him a moaner. I can always tell when he is about to finish, as he starts saying “fuck” over and over and finally shouts “fuuuuuuuuuckkk” when he cums, in his really deep voice. He sounds like an animal. They go at it at least three times a day. I imagine that’s why the older couple heads north. 

I’d been here about four months when they had what sounded like a really intense fight, both of them yelling, her finally crying. She packed some stuff up, got in her car and left. “For good!” as I heard her say as she got in the car. 

I wasn’t sure what to say if I saw him out. He seemed both depressed and angry as he worked out back, cursing under his breath, occasionally throwing a tool back into the garage. I waited a week and decided to at least ask him if he was ok. I saw him in the back yard just sitting there. I brought a 6 pack over and asked if he’d like a beer. He grunted assent and took the proffered bottle. He chugged it down in about 5 seconds. Then another. I began to think it was best I only brought a six. After the third one, he seemed to relax. And talk. 

Turns out they really didn’t like one another much. He said the only good part was the sex. She wanted it regularly and he said he has always needed it at least three times a day. I pointed out that part was obvious. He laughed and asked if it was that loud. “Uh huh, it was. “ We both laughed about it. He asked if the noise bothered me. It didn’t, I told him. Kinda hot.

He looked me right in the eye and held my gaze for about 10 seconds and asked “You’re gay, right?”. Given the rainbow flag I have in the window, I could hardly deny it. I asked him if that was a big deal for him. He hesitated for a minute and finally said, “I dunno. I can’t really see it from your side. Doesn’t it hurt, getting fucked in the ass?”

I laughed (nervously) and said “Do you really want to hear this?” “Sure, why not.” I described the sensation for him as best I could, the initial discomfort, the feeling of fullness, the prostate stimulation, then the feeling of raw sex, the thrusting feeling, the overwhelming orgasms while being fucked. 

“Doesn’t that make you feel kinda like a woman?” “I guess for some men, sure. I just get a feeling of an intense bond with the top. Have you ever, uh, fucked her in the ass.”

“I wanted to but she gave a hard no.”

We just sat there in silence for a while. I finally said g’night, he muttered the same and I headed for home. 

Once home, a shower and jack off were in order. I got into the shower and just when I started, I heard a knock. I did a basic dry off, wrapped a towel around me and went to the door. There he was, holding the last two beers, boots, jeans and a wife beater. “Thought i’d return these.” Uh, thanks.”

We stood there totally silent for a good 10 seconds. I finally pulled myself out of my stupor and suggested he come in and we can finish the last two. He came in and sat on the chair. I headed to the bedroom to put some clothing on. I laid the towel on the bed post and reached for the underwear drawer and realized he was standing in the doorway. 

Again we’re just standing there looking at each other, me naked, him with a very noticeable bulge in his pants. His breathing sounded like that of a wild animal, loud and ragged. Mine matched it. I’ve never seen anyone so overwhelmed with raw naked sexual desire. He was stammering “Uh, I uh, uh, I should…”  This vehicle was headed for a crash. Someone needed to take the wheel. I pulled out a bottle of lube, looked him in the eye and said, “You need it. I got it. Come get it.” And lubed myself up as quickly as I could.

He stripped faster than I thought a human could, boots, socks, shirt, jeans and underpants flying all over the room. He has a body to die for, every part of him hard as rock. And I mean every part of him, from his hard chest going down a thick treasure trail to a big dark bush, a cock that has to be about nine inches long and huge balls. 

Then he was on me, all over me, like a savage beast. In seconds, I was on the floor, on my back with him straddling me, holding my ankles and I could feel his cock hard against my hole. Seeing he was not going to wait long, I reached for it and slid some lube on the head and shaft, just in time. He buried his cock balls deep into me. Looking into his eyes, there was a sexual madness there. I knew I was about to get the fucking of my life. Boy was I right. 

He just started pounding his cock into me over and over, rocking my body, giving me a fantastic view of his body. Man was he ripped. He has one of those bodies you see on porn sites, tight muscles, perfect chest and abs, and here he was, in the flesh. And there he was, his cock in me, his body over me, my cock as hard as his. He’s rocking my body over and over, my cock and balls flopping all over the place, pecs bouncing. 

I knew he was getting close when he started saying “fuck, fuck, fuck” over and over. He arched, his pecs expanded and turned reddish, and he shouted “fuuuuuuuuuckkk”, buried his cock deep and pumped his load into me. I came, hands free, splattering cum all over myself. 

We lay there for a moment, totally spent (at least I was). He seemed totally relaxed, then suddenly tensed, I think, realizing where he was and what he had just done. He pulled out pretty sharply. I grunted. He got up, started stammering again, I caught him trying to say “sorry”. I said, “I’m not.” And before I could say anything else, he was up, got dressed almost as fast as he got undressed and bolted out of the room and the house. 

I lay there, both satisfied and not. The sex was fucking awesome, but he fled so quickly I assumed I’d seen the last of him. I went off to shower, grabbed a quick bite, then off to sleep. 

The knock came at about 5 AM. It was pretty insistent. I sleep naked but groggily rolled out of bed, grabbed a pair of shorts and went to the door. I popped the door open, ready to give whoever it was a piece of my mind. It was him. He stepped in, shut the door behind him and stood there, just staring at me. I nodded and it was off to the bedroom. At least we got to the bed this time. He pulled off my shorts, bent me over and slipped that big fucker into me. It was, if anything, even better than yesterday. It lasted longer, I came twice, and he was just about screaming in my ear “fuuuuuuuuuckkk”. 

We’re up to three times a day. Every morning I end up on my hands and knees, or legs up in the air, or bent over a chair. Lunch time, again, in whatever position he decides on. He caught me in the garage one day and fucked me. I’ve left the door unlocked lately and gotten a couple three in the morning poundings.

It’s an odd relationship, but we both get what we wanted and needed. He gets his (at least) three fucks a day, and I get, well, at least three fucks a day.