It was hardly what you would call an apartment that impressed people. One bedroom, tiny kitchen, walls so thin you could hear the neighbors think. Sunlight never made it inside the place due to the numerous trees outside. I never really bothered to unpack, because I knew some day soon I would be able to afford some place better, so the place was cluttered with boxes and unassembled furniture. It was definitely not the place to take a date to impress them. But Jim and I had been dating for a few months now, and his place afforded little privacy. Tonight, we had decided not to go out, so here we were on a Friday night, eating a homemade meal off of my two clean plates, watching some flick on cable. The food was adequate, the movie forgettable, but the company delightful. We sat and talked, laughed a lot, had some wine and a couple of joints, and cuddled. So, this was what people in love did during their evenings at home. After a while, Jim excused himself and went to the bathroom. I relaxed on the daybed that served as my sofa. I heard Jim exit the john and looked away from the TV towards him. I guess he decided to take this opportunity to get comfortable, because his pants somehow didn't make it out of the bathroom with him. The shirttail of his button down barely concealed his red plaid boxer shorts, and his boxer shorts barely concealed the head of his dick. "I hope you don't mind," he said, walking towards me. My answer was to push his boxers up his leg and wrap my lips around his semi-hard cockhead. Mind? No, I didn't mind. Jim stopped in his tracks and moaned. My hand slipped up his oxford and ran across his furry stomach, up to those two hairy nipples. His cock grew in my mouth, stretching my lips wider and wider. I gotta tell you, watching a man's dick get hard is such a turn-on, and feeling it grow in my mouth does even more to get me hot. I wouldn't take my mouth off that dick until I knew it could get no harder, and tweaking his nipples made sure that didn't take long. Now that he was fully hard, I took this chance to get off the bed and got down on my knees, pulling his boxers down around his knees. What a hot fucking cock sticking straight out from that thick bush, two fat shaved balls hanging freely below. Back to work, only this time Jim wasn't so passive. He started by grabbing his meat and waving it in my face, sticking it in my eager mouth and pulling it out to wipe my spit across my cheek. "You want this? Huh? What's the matter, can't talk, boy? Daddy asked you a question." No, I can't talk, not with a whopping hunk of cock dashing in and out of my mouth. "Mmm-hmm" was all I could grunt, and I hoped my response would get me a reward. It did. My reward? A big fat cock buried down my throat, with two strong hands interlocked on the back of my head to insure it wouldn't move. Good thing, too, because Jim started fucking my face with such force he probably would have knocked me over if he hadn't been holding me in place. OMG, could this man face fuck. Short, quick thrusts, deep into my mouth, then he'd pull that veiny monster out, wave it in face for a few seconds, and plunge it back in. I unbuttoned my 501's and pulled my own dick out, not really to play with it…yet…but to provide some relief from its straining so hard against my jeans. Jim released the grip on my head and used the force of his thrusts to drive me back against the sofa, throwing my head backward onto the mattress, his dick never leaving my hungry lips. Once he had my head positioned how he wanted, he pulled his dick out and replaced it with his smooth balls. While I swirled my tongue across that taut nutsack, heavy and full of his hot cum, Jim rubbed his granite cock across my stubbled cheek, pulling it up against his belly, then releasing it to slap me, followed by him grinding it into my flesh. I used this opportunity to get out of my clothes. It's always a challenge to get undressed while keeping your full attention on the assault your face and mouth are getting, but I happily managed. Now, here I was, nude, one hand playing with my balls, making my 7 inches even harder, one hand pulling the tit ring through my chest hair, and a hot stud doing the humpty-dance on my face. Now that I was disrobed, Jim decided it was his turn, so he stepped back and pulled his leg out of the boxers that were now around one ankle and peeled off that damn shirt who's shirttail had been tickling my forehead. He reached under my arms and lifted me onto the daybed, then knelt down between my legs. There's no feeling known to man like that first instant a warm, wet mouth wraps itself around your aching cock. "Oh, fuck!" Well, the neighbors had to hear that. Jim kept sliding his mouth down my long piece of meat until his mustache pressed against my pubes. "Fuck, baby, that feels good," I said a little louder, no longer caring what the neighbors heard. Jim crawled onto the daybed beside me and kept working my dick over as I drew my knees up to my chest. Now, my ex always thought of balls as some sort of untouchable holy shrine, so I was caught completely off guard when Jim grabbed my furry nuts and yanked hard, then squeezed and twisted them. I gasped and my eyes got huge, but the surge in my dick told me this was a good thing. He kept this up for several minutes, initiating me into the joys of light ball torture. I was so damn horny I was moaning and squirming like a kid about to be punished. "I want you to fuck me," I told him. "I dunno, I'm really more of an oral man." "But I really want you to fuck me." Maybe it was the look on my face, maybe the tone of my voice, but Jim slipped his left hand down my ass crack and slid his forefinger up my hole, his other hand jacking my meat. While his finger, then his thumb, loosened up my butthole, I reached over and grabbed some lotion off the end table. Jim smeared the lotion on his robust cock, then into my ass. I was still on my back, knees to my chest, so all he had to do was grab his fat fucker and start fucking. As loose as he had gotten my hole, I still wasn't prepared for the girth of his cock. With just the head in, he had to stop and let me adjust. "Relax, you're resisting." Jim may have been an oral man, but he was now determined to work my butt hard. He proceeded to slide more and more of that meat up into me, giving me time to adjust to each invading inch. And before I realized it, his balls were resting on my ass crack. "That's it, boy. You like your daddy's cock fucking you, don't you? Tell me what you want, boy." "Please fuck me, sir." Sir? I'm definitely the independent type, certainly not anybody's "boy." What was this man doing to me? Here I was. Legs in the air, turning into a 30 year old fuckpig boy. "Fuck me hard, sir. I need it bad." As if he had just gotten a green light, Jim took off. He pulled his dick out of my ass and plowed it back in with such force that I couldn't help but grunt…like the pig he was turning me into. I'd been fucked before, but no dick ever felt so right grinding itself into me. After about 10 minutes of hard ass-pounding, Jim pulled out, flipped me over onto my stomach and shoved his beef back where I needed it to be. It was then I noticed our shadows. The light from the TV, the only light in the room, had been casting our shadows against the drapes of the living room window. Not only could the neighbor's hear my pleas for a good fucking, they could watch the show if they were in the courtyard outside my apartment. What a show they got. Jim put his hands on the small of my back, grinding my erection further into the mattress I was fucking with each thrust of his. My dick was slick with the sweat off my stomach, and the sensation of feeling my cock sliding between belly and bed was unbelievable. I don't know how long he screwed me like this…minutes, hours, who knows…but finally my cock had all it could take. Jizz pumped out of my cock in waves. Each time Jim impaled me, another stream gushed out until the bed and I were a sticky mess. "Oh shit… I'm…coming…" Jim kept plowing until he was sure my balls were drained, then pulled out and started jacking off. I rolled over just in time for the finale, as his cock shot ribbons of cum across my chest, crotch, face, even on the pillow behind me. I don't think I had ever been so covered with sperm in my life. Jim sat back, "Well, what now?" After cleaning up, we had more wine and pot, and soon he was sleeping. My strong, macho daddy, cradled in my arms like a little babe. That was not the last show we provided for the neighbors, not hardly. Did anyone ever watch our displays? I don't know. But a couple of months later, Jim and I got a house together. As I was moving, one of the guys from upstairs told me it was a shame I was leaving. "We need more guys like you living here," he said. Sorry, buddy, get yourself a dirty movie, because I've got a new neighborhood to scandalize.
