Page 19 of New Neighbor

Heat filled him. Benji trailed a hand down his bare chest and slipped it under his pajama pants. He stroked his hardening cock to full mast before pushing his pants down past his hips. Reaching for the dildo and lube from his nightstand, he continued to caress his shaft with the other hand. After he kicked his pants off, he spread his legs wide. Benji dropped the items to the mattress and focused on preparing himself.

Running both hands down the sides of his cock, he massaged the flesh there, working inward. One hand cupped and massaged his balls as he gripped the base of his cock and stroked up to the head. A bead of pre-cum eased out, coating his palm as he worked it over the head.

After, he moved that hand down farther and ran a finger along the rim of his asshole before pressing against the tight band of nerves. He paused long enough to pour some lube into his palm and then went back to massaging himself, his moans filling the bedroom.

Benji coated himself—his cock, his balls, and his asshole—before plunging a finger deep within. He thrust in and out, stretching his hole before slipping another finger to the first. Three fingers pulled him wide, readying himself for the thick dildo he’d drawn from the drawer.

Once he’d added some more lube to his hand, he lifted the cock and coated it. He then brought the head of it to his ass and rubbed the whole length against his puckered flesh. Benji writhed against the sheets, imagining it was Mac’s cock about to enter him.

He’d seen it… laying thick and heavy against Mac’s muscled thigh. How he’d loved to have seen it thick, hard, and ready. Was he a grower? Or a show-er? A smile came to Benji lips, envisioning that cock getting even bigger—all while he sucked it deep into his mouth.

On his knees… submissive…

Ready to give in to his powerful lover.

A moan tore from his mouth… and he slid the dildo in a few inches. His back came off the bed, the sensation almost too overwhelming. Benji gasped as he shoved it in fully, taking the dildo deep.

Just like he’d take Mac… deep and hard.

Benji closed his eyes as he fucked himself, picturing Mac in his bed.

He was so far gone, it didn’t take long to push himself over the edge. Benji cried out as his body tensed and bucked against the thick impalement. A shot of cum arced up into the air and landed on his stomach… another smaller shot following it.

His hand slowed… and he lay there, the dildo still deep within him. His heart beat against his ribcage, and his lungs worked to get the air they desperately needed.

He felt both satisfactionandfrustration.

The orgasm had been amazing.

And nowhere near enough.

Benji wanted the real thing. A real man.

A man like Mac.

* * * *

Saturday morning…

Oh fuck.

Late morning light shone through the curtains, hurting his eyes. He rolled to his side and shoved his head under the pillow, to avoid the illumination. It didn’t help much. Benji slowly sat up in bed, his head pounding slightly. He scrubbed his face and then ran a hand through his disheveled hair before dragging his ass out of bed. After a piss and a quick shower to wash the night before off him, he sluggishly stumbled into the kitchen to grab some Tylenol and water.

Once medicated, he started a pot of coffee.

He eyed his front door, wondering if he should cross the hall and knock. Offer some java.It can’t hurt, right?

Benji was halfway to the door when a knock landed on it. He opened up to see Mac on the other side.

He looked like hell—which for him was still amazing— wearing just a pair of pajama pants, bare chested and with bare feet. Benji had a hard time focusing, especially with the added mild hangover in the mix.

“Morning,” Mac murmured slowly. “Your head hurt as bad as mine?”

“Need some Tylenol?”

“Already handled. I was hoping I could get that coffee you offered.”

Benji took a step back. “Come on in. I just started a pot.”

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