My Married Neighbor's Eager Ass Surrenders to My Thick Cock

The late afternoon sun beat down on the quiet suburban cul-de-sac as Mike Thompson wiped the sweat from his brow. The 28-year-old construction foreman had just finished another brutal week pouring concrete, and his body ached in that satisfying, heavy way that always left him horned up. His wife, Sarah, was gone for the weekend visiting her sister upstate, leaving the house empty and his mind far too free to wander.

He stood at the wooden fence that separated his yard from the neighbor’s, pretending to inspect the climbing roses while his eyes tracked the man next to him. Ryan Caldwell was on all fours in the flowerbed again, wearing those goddamn gray athletic shorts that had gotten progressively tighter over the past two months. The thin fabric clung to the firm, rounded globes of Ryan’s ass like it had been painted on. Every time Ryan leaned forward to dig in the dirt, the shorts rode up, exposing the smooth, tanned backs of his thighs and the shadowed cleft that made Mike’s thick cock twitch violently inside his worn work jeans.

Ryan was thirty-two, lean and sculpted from years of morning runs and weekend gym sessions. As an openly gay graphic designer, he worked from home and spent a lot of time outside. Mike had first noticed him six months ago when they’d moved in. At first it had been innocent curiosity. Then it became stolen glances. Then it became something darker, hungrier. Something that made Mike’s married dick leak pre-cum in the shower while he thought about bending the man over and splitting that tight ass wide open.

Ryan knew. Mike was sure of it. The way Ryan had started wearing shorter and tighter shorts, the way he’d linger when they talked across the fence, the way his voice dropped into a low, teasing register whenever he said Mike’s name. The tension had been building like a storm ready to break.

“Those roses giving you trouble again, Mike?” Ryan called out without looking up, his voice smooth and knowing. He arched his back deliberately as he reached for a trowel, pushing his ass higher into the air. The seam of the shorts disappeared between his cheeks.

Mike’s cock surged, thickening down the leg of his jeans until the fat head was pressing obscenely against the denim. “Yeah,” he grunted, voice rough. “Can’t seem to keep my hands off ’em lately.”

Ryan finally turned his head, flashing a crooked, filthy smile. His eyes dropped straight to the massive bulge tenting Mike’s pants. “I know the feeling. Some things are just too tempting to ignore.”

The loaded silence that followed crackled. Mike’s heart hammered. He was married. Straight. Or at least that’s what he’d told himself for years. But the way his cock throbbed every time Ryan bent over had become impossible to deny.

Over the next few weeks the flirtation grew bolder. Dirty banter flew back and forth over the fence like grenades.

“You ever get tired of pounding things all day at work, Mike?” Ryan had asked one evening, licking his lips slowly.

“Depends what I’m pounding,” Mike had shot back, voice low enough that only Ryan could hear.

Ryan’s laugh had been pure sex. “Lucky hammer.”

By the time Sarah’s weekend trip rolled around, Mike was ready to snap. When Ryan casually mentioned over the fence that he had cold beer in the fridge and no plans, Mike didn’t hesitate.

Twenty minutes later he was standing in Ryan’s sleek, modern living room, cold bottle in hand, wearing the same tight black T-shirt and jeans that showed off his powerful construction-worker frame. Ryan had changed into even shorter black compression shorts that left nothing to the imagination. The outline of his own cock was clearly visible, half-hard and curving to the left.

They barely got through half a beer.

Ryan set his bottle down on the coffee table with a deliberate clink. He stepped close, close enough that Mike could smell his clean sweat and the faint scent of citrus body wash. Without a word, Ryan dropped to his knees right there on the hardwood floor.

“Fuck,” Mike breathed, staring down at the gorgeous man kneeling in front of him.

Ryan’s hands slid up Mike’s thick thighs, palms pressing firmly over the straining denim until both hands framed the massive, throbbing bulge. “I’ve wanted this married cock for months,” Ryan confessed, voice hoarse with lust. “Every time you look at my ass I get so fucking wet. Please, Mike. Let me taste it. I need it down my throat.”

Mike’s hand moved almost on its own, cupping the back of Ryan’s head, fingers sliding through short brown hair. “Jesus Christ, Ryan. My wife’s out of town and I’m standing here with my dick harder than it’s ever been in my life. Yeah. Take it out. Suck this married cock like you’ve been dying to.”

Ryan moaned like he’d been given permission to breathe. He yanked Mike’s belt open with shaking fingers, popped the button, and dragged the zipper down. When he tugged the heavy jeans and boxer briefs down together, Mike’s thick nine-inch cock sprang free, slapping heavily against Ryan’s cheek. It was veined, flushed dark red, and already drooling a thick string of pre-cum that stretched from the fat cockhead to Ryan’s lips.

“Fuck, it’s even bigger up close,” Ryan groaned in reverence. He nuzzled the heavy shaft, inhaling the raw, masculine scent of sweat, musk, and pure man. “I’m such a slut for thick straight cock.”

Then he opened wide and swallowed the head.

Mike’s head fell back with a guttural groan as wet heat engulfed him. Ryan’s mouth was pure velvet sin, tongue swirling greedily around the crown while his hands stroked the thick base that wouldn’t fit. Spit already began to drip from the corners of Ryan’s stretched lips as he bobbed deeper, taking more and more of the married construction worker’s massive dick.

“That’s it, fuck,” Mike growled, hips starting to move. “Suck it like you mean it. Been thinking about this mouth for weeks.”

Ryan moaned around the cock, the vibration shooting straight to Mike’s balls. He relaxed his throat and pushed forward until his nose was buried in Mike’s dark pubes, taking every inch like a pro. Gagging wetly, he held himself there, throat convulsing around the invading shaft while tears pricked the corners of his eyes. When he finally pulled off, long strands of thick spit connected his swollen lips to Mike’s glistening cock.

Mike didn’t give him time to recover. He grabbed Ryan’s head with both hands and started fucking his face in earnest, hips snapping forward with wet, filthy sounds. Gluck-gluck-gluck filled the living room as Mike used his neighbor’s throat like a fleshlight. Spit poured down Ryan’s chin, soaking the front of his tank top and dripping onto the floor in long strings.

“Such a good cocksucker,” Mike panted. “Married dick look good stretching your pretty face?”

Ryan’s only response was a desperate, affirmative whimper as he took the brutal face-fucking, eyes locked upward in total submission.

After several long minutes Mike pulled out, cock shiny with saliva, and yanked Ryan to his feet. He spun the man around and shoved him face-first over the back of the leather couch. Ryan’s tight athletic shorts were yanked down in one rough motion, revealing the smooth, hairless ass Mike had been obsessing over for months. The pink, twitching hole winked at him invitingly.

Mike dropped to his knees, spread those firm cheeks wide, and dragged his tongue straight up the crack. Ryan cried out, pushing back against the wet heat. Mike ate him sloppily, spitting on the hole, licking around the rim, then spearing his tongue inside while Ryan moaned like a whore.

“Fuck me,” Ryan begged, voice breaking. “I need that thick married cock in my ass right now. Please, Mike. Wreck me.”

Mike stood, lined up the fat, dripping head of his cock against the spit-slick hole, and pushed.

The first few inches popped past Ryan’s tight ring, drawing a long, guttural moan from both men. Mike didn’t stop. He fed every inch of his nine-inch monster into the clutching heat of Ryan’s ass in one long, relentless stroke until his heavy balls rested against Ryan’s taint.

“Fuuuuck,” Ryan wailed, fingers clawing at the couch cushions. “It’s so fucking big. You’re splitting me open.”

Mike gave him three seconds to adjust before he started pounding. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed obscenely as he fucked Ryan in deep, brutal doggy-style thrusts. Every stroke dragged his fat cock across Ryan’s prostate, making the man sob with pleasure.

“Take it,” Mike grunted, gripping Ryan’s hips hard enough to leave marks. “Take this married cock like the eager little ass slut you are.”

Ryan could only moan and push back, meeting every thrust. His own cock leaked steadily onto the couch, untouched and rock hard.

After ten minutes of relentless pounding, Mike pulled out, spun Ryan around, and pushed him onto his back on the couch. He hooked the man’s legs over his broad shoulders and slid back inside in one smooth thrust. The new angle let Mike watch every inch of his thick shaft disappear into Ryan’s stretched hole. The sight was obscene. Ryan’s rim gripped him so tightly it looked like it was trying to suck him deeper.

“God, look at that greedy married hole swallowing my dick,” Mike growled, eyes locked on the junction of their bodies.

Ryan stroked himself frantically, moaning like a cheap porn star. “Harder. Fuck me harder, Mike. I want to feel you for a week.”

Mike gave him what he wanted. He hammered down with long, powerful strokes, watching Ryan’s eyes roll back in his head. Then, in one fluid motion, he grabbed Ryan’s legs and folded him completely in half into a deep piledriver position. Ryan’s ass was pointed straight up, hole gaping and winking every time Mike pulled out. Mike stood over him and drove downward, slamming his cock balls-deep with devastating force.

The new angle nailed Ryan’s prostate on every stroke. Ryan’s moans turned into desperate, broken cries. His cock throbbed violently against his own abs.

“I’m gonna cum,” Ryan gasped, voice wrecked. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum hands-free on your cock—”

His words cut off in a strangled shout as his untouched dick erupted. Thick ropes of cum splattered across his chest and neck, pulse after pulse, while his hole clenched and fluttered wildly around Mike’s pistoning shaft.

The sight and sensation pushed Mike over the edge. With a deep, animalistic roar he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded. Heavy, thick jets of married seed flooded Ryan’s wrecked guts, pumping so much cum that it immediately began to leak out around the thick base of Mike’s cock.

They stayed locked together, panting, trembling, sweat dripping everywhere.

Finally Mike pulled his spent cock free with a wet pop. He looked down at the beautiful, obscene sight: Ryan’s hole was a gaping, ruined mess, red and puffy, with thick white cum slowly bubbling out and running down over his balls.

Mike couldn’t resist. He fed the cum-smeared cock back between Ryan’s eager lips. Ryan sucked it clean with lazy, satisfied moans, tasting both of them mixed together.

When Mike finally pulled out, they leaned in and shared a slow, filthy, open-mouthed kiss, swapping the taste of cum and ass between them.

Mike pulled back, looked at the cum leaking from Ryan’s ass, then at the graphic designer’s blissed-out face, and grinned.

“So… you gonna help me fix that fence between our yards? Because I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be coming over to borrow a lot of… tools from now on.”

Ryan started laughing so hard that more cum farted out of his ass with an audible, wet pffft, splattering onto the leather couch.

Mike stared at the mess, then at Ryan’s horrified, giggling face, and lost it too.

“Jesus Christ,” Mike wheezed between laughs, “I just ruined my neighbor’s hole and his sofa in the same afternoon. Sarah’s gonna kill me if she ever finds out I traded power tools for power bottom.”