Accountant Neighbor's First Gay Load
Married accountant gets his first gay blowjob and raw anal from his hot neighbor.
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The summer heat clung to everything like a second skin. David stood on his back porch with a beer in hand, the bottle already sweating as badly as he was. His wife, Lauren, had been gone for four days visiting her sister upstate, and the silence in their house had grown louder than any argument they’d had in the last six months. She didn’t want to be touched anymore. Hadn’t wanted it in nearly four months. Every night he lay beside her aching, ignored, and quietly furious.
Across the low fence, Marcus moved through the humid dark like he owned the night itself. Shirtless, sweat gleaming on the hard ridges of his chest and abs, the 32-year-old personal trainer aimed a hose at the wilting flowerbeds. The water made soft, rhythmic sounds that somehow matched the heavy thud of David’s pulse. Marcus’s basketball shorts hung low on his narrow hips, the deep V of his pelvis catching the porch light.
David meant to look away. He didn’t.
Marcus noticed. Of course he did. He turned the hose off and straightened, wiping his forearm across his brow. Their eyes met. David’s face burned.
“Hot one tonight,” Marcus called, voice low and easy.
“Yeah,” David managed. His own voice sounded rusty. “Can’t even sit inside.”
Marcus’s gaze traveled down David’s body—white t-shirt clinging to his chest, loose gym shorts doing nothing to hide the growing thickness at his crotch—then back up again. Slow. Deliberate. Patient.
David swallowed hard. “Lauren’s away. I’ve… been drinking a little.”
“I can see that.” Marcus’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “You look like a man who’s been wound tight for a long time, David.”
The use of his name felt intimate. David took an unsteady step closer to the fence, the beer making him brave or stupid or both.
“Eight months,” he blurted. “Eight fucking months since she let me inside her. Longer than that since she actually wanted it. I jerk off in the shower like a teenager every morning just so I don’t lose my mind.”
The confession hung between them, raw and ugly and true. Marcus didn’t laugh. He didn’t look away. Those dark eyes simply watched him, hungry and steady, like a man who had been waiting for this exact moment.
“Come inside,” Marcus said quietly. “Have a cold drink. You look like you’re about to combust.”