Neighbor’s Forbidden Heat
In the dim glow of a city sunset, Alex wiped the sweat from his brow after a grueling shift at the construction site. His muscles ached, but the view from his apartment balcony made it all fade. Across the narrow alley, in the building next door, a new guy was hauling boxes into his place. Ryan, he’d overheard from the super—tall, inked arms rippling under a tank top that clung like a second skin, his dark curls tousled from the effort. Alex leaned on the railing, beer in hand, the humid air thick with exhaust and distant sirens. Damn, that man’s got a body built for sin.
He watched Ryan grunt, bending to lift a crate, his jeans hugging those powerful thighs. Alex’s pulse quickened, a familiar heat stirring low in his gut. It’d been weeks since he’d gotten any action, and this neighbor? Pure temptation. The kind that made you forget neighbors were supposed to be off-limits.
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Chapter 1: The Balcony Glance
Alex took a swig of his cold brew, the bitter fizz cutting through the sticky evening. Ryan paused, wiping his forehead with the hem of his shirt, flashing a glimpse of tanned abs etched with tattoos—snakes coiling around his navel. Alex’s mouth went dry. He shifted, adjusting himself discreetly as his shorts tightened.
Then Ryan looked up. Their eyes locked across the divide. A slow grin spread on Ryan’s face, cocky and knowing. He set the box down with a thud that echoed faintly, then peeled off his tank, tossing it aside. Sweat glistened on his chest like oil, catching the dying light. Alex nearly choked on his beer.
“Hey, neighbor,” Ryan called, voice rough like gravel, carrying over the hum of traffic below. “You gonna stand there starin’ all night, or you wanna lend a hand?”
Alex’s heart hammered. Bold move. He set his bottle down, flexing his own biceps—years of hauling rebar paid off. “Depends. What’s in it for me?” He shot back, leaning further, the metal railing cool against his palms.
Ryan chuckled, deep and throaty, the sound vibrating through Alex like a promise. “How ’bout a cold one and some company? These boxes ain’t movin’ themselves.”
Alex didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his keys, slipped on a fresh tee that hugged his broad shoulders, and headed out. The hallway smelled of stale pizza and laundry detergent, stairs creaking under his boots. At Ryan’s door—number 7B—he knocked, the wood vibrating against his knuckles.
Ryan opened it wide, shirtless still, a sheen of sweat making his skin glow. Up close, he was even hotter: hazel eyes flecked with gold, a scar on his jaw adding edge. “Come on in, big guy. Name’s Ryan. Just moved from the coast—tired of beach bums.”
“Alex,” he replied, stepping inside. The apartment was chaos: stacks of boxes, unpacked books on the floor, a faint scent of salt and pine from Ryan’s cologne mixing with the city’s grit. Ryan handed him a beer from the fridge, their fingers brushing—electric.
They cracked them open, the hiss sharp in the quiet space. As they hauled a heavy dresser toward the bedroom, shoulders bumping, Alex caught whiffs of Ryan’s musk—raw, masculine, stirring something primal. “You always this helpful to strangers?” Ryan teased, grunting as he lifted his end.
Alex smirked, eyes dropping to Ryan’s ass as he bent. “Only the ones worth the sweat.” Round and firm, straining those jeans. He imagined gripping it, hard.
By the time they finished, both were breathing heavy, shirts damp. Ryan flopped onto the unmade bed, legs spread casual-like. “Thanks, man. Owe you one.” His gaze lingered on Alex’s crotch, blatant.
Alex’s dick twitched. “Yeah? How you plannin’ to pay up?”
Ryan’s laugh was low, dangerous. “Stick around. Might show you.” 🔥
Chapter 2: Teasing Edges
The air in Ryan’s bedroom hung thick, charged like before a storm. Alex stood there, beer forgotten in his hand, watching Ryan stretch out on the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, sheets rumpled and smelling faintly of fresh linen mixed with Ryan’s sweat. Alex’s eyes traced the V of his hips, the bulge in those jeans impossible to ignore.
“Sit,” Ryan said, patting the spot beside him. Not a question. Alex obeyed, the bed creaking as he lowered himself. Their thighs touched—hot, denim on denim. Ryan turned, propping on an elbow, close enough that Alex could smell the beer on his breath, taste the tension in the air.
“So, Alex,” Ryan drawled, voice dropping an octave, “what’s a guy like you doin’ spyin’ from the balcony? Like what you saw?” His hand landed on Alex’s knee, casual but firm, thumb circling slow.
Alex swallowed, throat tight. “Hard not to. You put on quite the show.” He met Ryan’s eyes, bold now, the initial shyness melting into hunger. His own hand mirrored the move, sliding up Ryan’s thigh, feeling the muscle tense under his palm.
Ryan’s breath hitched, but he played it cool, leaning in. Their faces inches apart, lips almost brushing. “Show’s just startin’. You game?”
Alex nodded, heart pounding like a jackhammer. Ryan closed the gap, mouth crashing onto his—rough, demanding. Tongues tangled, tasting beer and salt, Ryan’s stubble scraping Alex’s jaw like sandpaper. Alex groaned into it, hand fisting Ryan’s curls, pulling him closer.
They broke apart, gasping. Ryan’s eyes were dark, pupils blown. “Fuck, you kiss like you mean it.” He shoved Alex back gently, straddling his lap in one fluid move. Weight pressing down, hips grinding slow, deliberate. Alex’s cock hardened fully, straining against his shorts, rubbing against Ryan’s heat.
“Shit,” Alex muttered, hands gripping Ryan’s waist, thumbs digging into the ink on his sides. The tattoos felt raised under his fingers, stories etched in skin. Ryan rolled his hips again, teasing, the friction sending sparks up Alex’s spine.
“You want more?” Ryan whispered, nipping at Alex’s earlobe, hot breath fanning his neck. “Tell me. I like hearin’ it.”
Alex’s voice came out ragged. “Yeah. Want you. All of you.” He bucked up, chasing the pressure, the room filling with their heavy breaths and the distant honk of horns outside.
Ryan grinned wickedly, sliding off to kneel between Alex’s legs. He tugged at the hem of Alex’s shirt. “Off. Now.” Alex yanked it over his head, exposing his chest—blonde hair dusting his pecs, nipples pebbling in the AC’s chill. Ryan’s hands roamed, callused palms scraping deliciously, pinching a nipple until Alex hissed.
“Sensitive, huh?” Ryan murmured, leaning in to suckle, teeth grazing. Alex’s head fell back, a moan escaping—low, needy. The wet heat of Ryan’s mouth, the tug, it was torture and bliss. Down below, Ryan’s fingers worked Alex’s zipper, freeing his throbbing dick. It sprang out, thick and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip.
Ryan licked his lips, eyes hungry. “Look at that monster. Gonna taste so good.” But he didn’t dive in yet—tease. Instead, he blew cool air over the slick head, watching Alex shudder. The anticipation built, coiling tight in Alex’s gut, every nerve alight.
Finally, Ryan’s tongue flicked out, lapping the pre-cum—salty, musky. Alex bucked, fingers threading into Ryan’s hair. “Don’t fuckin’ stop.”
“Bossy. I like it.” Ryan swallowed him down, inch by inch, throat relaxing around the girth. The suction was intense, wet slurps filling the room as he bobbed, hollowing his cheeks. Alex’s world narrowed to that heat, the glide, Ryan’s hums vibrating through him.
But Ryan pulled off too soon, strings of spit connecting them. “Not yet. Want you beggin’ first.” He stood, shucking his jeans. No underwear—his cock bobbed free, uncut, heavy and leaking. Alex stared, salivating at the sight, the musky scent hitting him like a wave.
“Your turn to worship,” Ryan commanded, stroking himself lazy. Alex dropped to his knees, the carpet rough against his skin, and took Ryan in hand—hot, velvet over steel. He licked the slit, savoring the bitter tang, then engulfed him, gagging slightly at the depth.
Ryan groaned, hips jerking. “Fuck yes, just like that. Deeper, slut.” The word sent a thrill through Alex, dirty and right. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard, tongue swirling. Ryan’s hands guided him, fucking his mouth steady, balls slapping his chin.
Saliva dripped, messy and obscene, the taste overwhelming—sweat, pre, pure man. Alex’s own dick ached, untouched, leaking onto the floor. Ryan’s breaths grew ragged, praises spilling: “Good boy, takin’ it all. Gonna flood that throat.”
But he stopped, pulling out with a pop. “Bed. Now.” They tumbled onto the sheets, bodies tangling, skin sliding slick. Kisses turned bruising, hands everywhere—groping, pinching, claiming. The room spun with their heat, the city forgotten outside.
Chapter 3: Kitchen Collision
Sweat-slick and panting, they broke apart long enough for Ryan to drag Alex toward the kitchen. “Need a drink. And you.” His voice was husky, eyes wild. The linoleum was cool underfoot, a stark contrast to their fevered skin. Boxes cluttered the counter, but Ryan shoved them aside, hoisting Alex onto the edge.
Alex’s ass hit the cold surface, making him gasp. Ryan stepped between his spread legs, cocks brushing—hot, slippery. “You look good like this, spread out for me.” He grabbed two beers from the fridge, the door slamming shut with a bang. Popped the caps, handed one over. They drank deep, foam trickling down chins, licking it off each other in messy kisses.
The bitter chill mixed with their heat, senses overloading. Ryan’s free hand wrapped around both their dicks, stroking together—rough, friction building fast. Alex moaned into his mouth, the slide of skin, the pressure, it was electric. “Fuck, Ryan… harder.”
“Greedy bastard.” Ryan chuckled, dropping to his knees. The tile must’ve been hard, but he didn’t care—tongue diving for Alex’s balls, sucking one into his mouth, rolling it. Alex’s head thunked back against a cabinet, the wood vibrating. Wet pops and slurps echoed, Ryan’s stubble rasping his inner thighs.
“Taste like sin,” Ryan mumbled, lapping up the seam, then lower—tongue probing Alex’s hole, rimming with filthy intent. Alex’s legs trembled, the intrusion wet and probing, sending jolts straight to his core. The musky flavor drove Ryan wild; he groaned, fingers digging into Alex’s cheeks, spreading wide.
“Oh god, yes—eat me out.” Alex’s voice cracked, hands fisting Ryan’s curls, guiding him deeper. The kitchen filled with obscene sounds: slurps, moans, the drip of pre on the counter. Ryan’s tongue fucked in, twisting, while his hand pumped Alex’s dick—slick, relentless.
Alex teetered on the edge, but Ryan stood abruptly, spinning him around. Face pressed to the counter, cool Formica on his cheek. Ryan kicked his legs wider. “Gonna take you right here. You ready for my cock?”
“Fuck yes. Pound me.” Alex pushed back, ass presented like an offering. Ryan spit into his palm, slicking himself, then pressed the blunt head against Alex’s entrance—teasing, circling.
With a grunt, he thrust in—slow at first, stretching, burning sweet. Alex hissed, the fullness overwhelming, walls clenching around the invasion. Inch by inch, until Ryan bottomed out, balls snug against Alex’s.
“Tight as a vice. Feels fuckin’ perfect.” Ryan stilled, letting him adjust, hands roaming Alex’s back, nails scraping red lines. Then he moved—pulling out halfway, slamming back. The slap of flesh, the wet squelch, it was raw, animal.
Alex braced on the counter, beer bottle rattling beside him. Each thrust jolted him forward, prostate hammered, pleasure spiking sharp. “Deeper—shit, like that!”
Ryan obliged, hips snapping brutal, one hand on Alex’s hip, the other reaching around to jerk him off. “Gonna make you scream, neighbor. Fill you up.” His pace quickened, grunts punctuating each drive, sweat dripping from his brow onto Alex’s skin—hot, salty.
The kitchen spun: scents of sex and spilled beer, tastes lingering on tongues, touches igniting fires. Alex’s orgasm built, coiling, then shattered—cum splattering the cabinets in thick ropes, cries echoing off the walls.
Ryan followed, burying deep, flooding him with heat—pulse after pulse. “Take it all, fuck!” He collapsed over Alex’s back, breaths ragged, the weight grounding.
They stayed like that, connected, until Ryan slipped out with a lewd schlick, cum trickling down Alex’s thigh. “Damn. That’s one way to christen the place.” 💋
But they weren’t done. Ryan pulled him up, kissing lazy now, tasting the aftermath. “Shower? Round two.”
Alex nodded, legs shaky. “Lead the way.”
Chapter 4: Steamy Depths
The bathroom door creaked open, steam already billowing from the shower Ryan cranked on. Water hissed against tiles, promising relief from the stickiness clinging to their skin. Alex followed, watching Ryan’s ass flex as he stepped under the spray—water cascading over inked muscles, turning curls to ringlets.
“Get in here,” Ryan beckoned, voice echoing off the porcelain. Alex stripped his shorts fully, joining him. The heat enveloped, pounding jets massaging sore muscles, but it was Ryan’s hands that ignited—soap-slick palms gliding over Alex’s chest, down to his semi-hard dick.
“Still ready for more?” Ryan murmured, nipping his collarbone, water streaming between them. The scent of generic soap mixed with their musk, clean yet dirty. Alex nodded, pressing close, cocks rubbing slippery under the flow.
Ryan dropped to his knees again, water sluicing over his face. He took Alex in mouth—hotter than the shower, tongue working the underside. Alex braced against the wall, tiles cool and slick, moans lost in the roar of water. Ryan’s sucks were deeper now, throat accommodating easier, gagging wetly.
“Fuck, your mouth… magic.” Alex panted, hips canting. Ryan hummed approval, vibrations shooting pleasure up his spine. But Alex wanted control—pulled him up, spinning them so Ryan faced the wall.
“My turn.” He lathered his fingers, circling Ryan’s hole—tight, puckered. Ryan pushed back, eager. One finger breached, then two, scissoring, prostate grazing. Ryan’s groan was guttural, body arching.
“Yes—stretch me, babe.” Water made everything glide, soap bubbling white. Alex worked him open, free hand stroking Ryan’s cock—thick, pulsing. The steam fogged the mirror, air thick, breaths labored.
Ready, Alex lined up, thrusting in under the spray. Ryan’s hole gripped like a fist, wet heat welcoming. “Goddamn, you’re huge.” Ryan braced, head bowed, water trailing down his back like rivers.
Alex set a rhythm—deep, grinding, water splashing with each slap. The contrast: cool tiles, hot flesh, pounding jets. Ryan rocked back, meeting him, curses spilling: “Harder, fuck me raw!”
Alex gripped his hips, bruising, slamming home. Prostate hits made Ryan keen, cock leaking onto the drain. “Gonna cum—don’t stop!”
“Not yet.” Alex slowed, teasing, pulling almost out before plunging. Torture, exquisite. Ryan begged, voice breaking— “Please, fill my ass!”
The plea undid Alex. He sped up, brutal, chasing release. Ryan came first, untouched—cum mixing with water, swirling away. The clench milked Alex, who roared, pumping seed deep, hips stuttering.
They slumped together, water rinsing the evidence, kisses soft now amid pants. “Best welcome ever,” Ryan whispered, turning to claim Alex’s mouth. Taste of soap and satisfaction.
Dried off in towels that barely covered, they collapsed back in bed, bodies entwined. But the night was young—Ryan’s hand wandered again, stirring Alex awake. “One more? For the road.”
Alex grinned, rolling on top. “Hell yeah.”
Chapter 5: Midnight Cravings
Moonlight filtered through half-drawn blinds, casting shadows over their tangled limbs. Hours had blurred—bodies spent but insatiable. Alex hovered over Ryan, lips tracing the tattoo on his chest: a coiled dragon, scales rough under his tongue. Ryan shivered, nipples hardening as Alex sucked one, teeth grazing.
“Insatiable fucker,” Ryan breathed, hands roaming Alex’s back, nails digging crescents. The sheets whispered with their shifts, cool air raising goosebumps on sweat-damp skin. Outside, the city hummed low—cars whooshing, a distant siren wailing like their earlier cries.
Alex chuckled against his skin, moving lower. Belly button, hip bone—nipping, soothing with licks. Ryan’s cock lay heavy on his thigh, stirring to life. Alex blew teasing breaths, watching it twitch. “Want me to ride you this time?”
Ryan’s eyes flashed, dark with lust. “Do it. Bounce on my dick like you own it.” He reached for the nightstand—lube from a box, slick and cool. Alex slicked them both, straddling wide, the mattress dipping.
Positioning, he sank down slow—Ryan’s girth splitting him, burn fading to bliss. “Fuck… so full.” Alex bottomed out, pausing to adjust, inner walls fluttering. Ryan’s hands on his thighs, guiding, thumbs pressing bruises from earlier.
Then he moved—up, down, grinding circles. The slide was perfect, hitting spots that made stars burst. Ryan thrust up, meeting him halfway, grunts syncing. “Ride it, yeah—just like that. Milk me dry.”
Alex’s pace quickened, sweat beading, dripping onto Ryan’s chest. The room filled with slaps, wet and rhythmic, scents of sex heavy—cum, lube, man. He leaned forward, capturing Ryan’s mouth, tongues dueling sloppy.
Ryan’s hand wrapped Alex’s dick, stroking in time—twist at the head, thumb smearing pre. “Cum for me, babe. Soak my abs.” The words pushed Alex over, orgasm ripping through—ropes painting Ryan’s stomach, clenching tight around him.
Ryan bucked wild, chasing his own— “Fuck, yes! Takin’ my load!” He erupted, filling Alex deep, heat spreading. They rode the waves, slowing to stillness, breaths mingling.
Collapsed side by side, Ryan traced lazy patterns on Alex’s chest. “Stay the night?”
Alex smirked, pulling him close. “Try and make me leave.”
Dawn crept in slow, but they dozed, sated—for now. The neighbor thing? Just beginning.
Chapter 6: Dawn’s Promise
Sunrise painted the room gold, birds chirping faintly over the urban din. Alex woke first, Ryan’s arm slung heavy across his waist, breath warm on his neck. The ache between his legs was a sweet reminder—raw, used, perfect. He shifted, eliciting a sleepy groan from Ryan.
“Mornin’ already?” Ryan mumbled, eyes cracking open, hazel depths sleepy but sparking. His morning wood pressed insistent against Alex’s thigh—thick, insistent. Alex grinned, hand sliding down to grip it, stroking lazy.
“Looks like someone’s up.” He pumped slow, thumb circling the head, slick with fresh pre. Ryan arched, a rumble in his chest. “Tease. What you gonna do about it?”
Alex pushed him onto his back, climbing atop. No words—just action. He aligned, sinking down again, easier now, lube from night mixing with remnants. Ryan’s hands gripped his ass, spreading, guiding the ride.
“Fuck, still tight.” Ryan thrust up, lazy at first, building. The bed creaked, headboard tapping wall—rhythmic, unhurried. Alex rolled his hips, savoring the drag, prostate kissed with each drop.
Sun warmed their skin, light playing over sweat-slick bodies. Kisses peppered necks, chests—tender amid the grind. “You feel incredible,” Alex whispered, pace quickening, chasing that edge again.
Ryan’s strokes turned urgent, hand fisting Alex’s hair, pulling for a bruising kiss. “Cum with me—now.” The command shattered them both: Alex spilling over Ryan’s fist, Ryan pulsing inside, groans harmonizing.
After, they lay tangled, breaths syncing. Ryan’s fingers traced Alex’s jaw. “Come back tonight? Got more boxes… and ideas.”
Alex laughed, sealing it with a kiss. “Count on it.” The door to whatever came next swung wide—hot, endless. 💋
The city awakened outside, but in that bed, time stretched, laced with promise and heat. Alex dressed slow, stealing glances, already craving the pull. Ryan watched from the sheets, smug and spent. “Don’t be a stranger, neighbor.”
As Alex stepped into the hall, the echo of their night lingered—scents on his skin, tastes on his tongue. Yeah, this was just the start.
