He’d been eyeing his neighbor for months — those broad shoulders, that confident swagger, and especially that impossible-to-miss bulge that pressed against his sweatpants every morning. When they finally ended up alone together in the elevator, the tension was unbearable.
Their eyes locked. The neighbor smirked, glanced down at his own growing bulge, and raised an eyebrow. That was all the invitation needed. By the time the elevator doors opened on the neighbor’s floor, hands were already inside waistbands and lips were pressed together in a desperate, hungry kiss.
They barely made it through the apartment door before clothes hit the floor. The neighbor’s cock was everything he’d fantasized about — thick, veiny, and curving upward with a fat mushroom head that stretched his jaw wide open. He dropped to his knees right there in the hallway, worshipping it until the neighbor pulled him up, spun him around, and bent him over the kitchen counter. That thick cock pushed inside raw, filling him up inch by inch until he could feel it in his gut. The neighbor fucked him hard against the counter, one hand gripping his hip, the other wrapped around his throat, driving into him with deep, possessive strokes that left him shaking and begging for every drop.
