My Neighbor Taught Me What I’d Been Denying for Years

My name is Bruno, and I have the body of someone who never quite knew what to do with it. I’m a little over six feet tall, broad-shouldered, and carrying a few extra kilos that I’ve borne with resignation since adolescence. That afternoon I had just moved into a tiny apartment in the city center, the first one I was paying for with my own money, and university had left my body battered after an endless day of classes.

I was surrounded by half-open boxes when a sharp knock echoed from the landing. It was coming from the apartment across the hall. I peered through the peephole more out of curiosity than anything else, then opened the door slowly. In the opposite doorway, a huge guy was wrestling with a box that was clearly heavier than he had figured.

It was hard not to look at him. He looked a few years older than me, with short dark hair and the kind of defined arms that come from serious training. I later learned he played rugby. At that moment I only noticed his T-shirt pulling tight across his back every time he bent over, and the thick bulge pressing against the fabric of his tracksuit pants when he straightened.

—Want a hand? —I said, and my own voice sounded more uncertain than I meant it to.

He turned, ran his eyes over me from head to toe with a calm that was uncomfortable and flattering at the same time, and smiled crookedly.

—I wouldn’t say no. I’m Darío.

—Bruno. I just moved in across the hall.

We lifted the box together and carried it into his living room. I could feel his gaze on me more than was normal, lingering on the shirt that was too small for me and clung to my chest. When we set the load down, he straightened up, wiped his forehead with his forearm, and looked at me squarely.

—I owe you a beer for this. In a hurry?

I wasn’t in a hurry at all. I had a thousand boxes waiting for me and not a single desire to go back to them. I nodded.

***

His apartment was twice the size of mine and smelled of wood and something citrusy. I sat at one end of the sofa and he came back from the kitchen with two cold bottles. Instead of taking the other end, he settled down right beside me, close enough that our knees almost brushed.

We talked about stupid things at first: the neighborhood, noisy neighbors, how expensive life was for a student. But there was something beneath the conversation, a current I couldn’t quite name. Every time I laughed, he watched me a second too long. Every time he drank, his eyes dropped to my mouth.

—You live alone? —he asked.

—For the first time in my life.

—It shows. You’ve got the face of someone who still doesn’t know what he likes.

I didn’t know how to answer that. I brought the bottle to my lips to buy time, and in that same motion his hand settled on my knee. It wasn’t a casual touch. It was a firm, open hand that slid slowly up my thigh while he kept looking into my eyes, waiting to see whether I would move it away.

Move it away. Say something. Get up.

I did none of those three things. I stayed still, my heart pounding so hard against my chest I was sure he could hear it.

—I’ve always been curious about someone like you —he said softly, leaning closer until I felt his breath on my neck—. Big, shy, untouched. With that virgin cock hidden away, waiting for someone to teach you how to use it.

—I’m not sure I… —I started, but the rest of the sentence never came.

—You don’t need to know anything. That’s what I’m here for. You just let yourself get fucked.

His hand kept climbing until his thumb brushed the bulge already pressing from inside my pants. My face burned with embarrassment and with something more urgent than embarrassment. I had never been with a man. I had never even really allowed myself to think I wanted one. And there I was, with Darío’s hand squeezing my dick over the fabric, sizing me up without any pretense, and my body answering him before my mind had made any decision at all.

—Fuck, look at how hard you’re getting down here —he murmured, squeezing again—. Want to help me unpack the bedroom?

I nodded. My voice barely worked.

***

I followed him down the hall, watching his back, his shoulders, the way he moved without doubting anything. When we got inside, he closed the door and, before I could say a word, he gently pushed me against the wall and kissed me.

It wasn’t a timid kiss. It was a kiss that took, that decided. His tongue sought mine and I moaned into his mouth without meaning to, my hands hanging uselessly at my sides, not knowing where to put them. He took them and brought them to his waist, giving me permission to touch him. I moved lower on instinct and squeezed his ass over the tracksuit pants, and he laughed into my mouth.

—That’s it. You learn fast.

His body was hard beneath the clothes, all muscle and heat. He took one of my hands and brought it to the front of his pants, making me feel the thick, hot cock pushing against the fabric. I squeezed it without thinking, and the low groan he let out made the back of my neck prickle. It was big. Really big. My mouth watered and at the same time my stomach clenched with nerves.

His hands ran over my torso through my shirt until they reached the buttons, and he undid them one by one without stopping kissing my neck. Each kiss left a hot mark on my skin, and each mark sent a fresh shiver through me.

—Your skin is so soft —he murmured against my collarbone—. And you go red all over. I love it. I want to see you like this, flushed, with my cock inside you.

He opened my shirt all the way and let it fall to the floor. Instinctively I tried to cover myself, embarrassed by my body, but he firmly moved my hands away.

—None of that. I want to see you. I want to see these chubby tits that are going to get me hard.

And from the way he looked at me, for the first time in years I didn’t feel uncomfortable in my own skin. I felt wanted. He lowered his head and caught one of my nipples between his teeth, biting just enough, and a jolt shot straight down into my gut. I moaned louder than I meant to. He sucked the other nipple, pulling at it with his lips, while one hand squeezed my cock over my pants with a slow rhythm that was driving me insane.

—That’s it —he said—. Don’t hold back. There’s no one here but us. I want to hear you moan like a slut when I put it in.

His hands kept sliding down, stroking my sides as if my extra weight didn’t matter in the slightest, until he reached my belt. He undid it slowly, looking into my eyes the whole time, enjoying my ragged breathing.

***

He led me to the bed and made me sit on the edge. He knelt between my legs and finished pulling down my pants, then my underwear, which could no longer hide the obvious. My cock sprang hard against my belly, the tip red, wet from the fluid that had already been soaking my briefs for a while. The cool air against my hot skin made me tremble.

—Look at you —he said with a slow smile, taking me in his hand and squeezing from the base—. You’ve got a fat one, asshole. And you said you didn’t know what you liked.

I was going to answer something, I don’t know what, an excuse, a joke to hide my nerves. I didn’t have time. He lowered his head and licked me from one end to the other, from my balls to the tip, unhurried, gathering with his tongue the sticky thread hanging from the head. All thought vanished at once. He grabbed the base in his fist, spat on it, and started jerking me off while sucking only the head, circling it with his tongue. I clutched the sheets with both hands and let out a sound I didn’t recognize as mine.

I had never felt anything like it. His mouth was warm and wet, his tongue moved with a skill only experience can give, and every time he looked up at me I came a little more undone. He took me in all the way, slowly, until I felt the heat of his throat close around my cock, and then he started moving with a rhythm that dragged me toward a threshold I had never even grazed. He pulled back to the tip, sucking hard, and took me in again, all the way, until his nose touched my pelvis. I could hear the wet sounds coming from his mouth, the splash of saliva running down over my balls, and I thought I was going to die right there.

He let go of my balls with his free hand and started playing with them, squeezing carefully, tugging a little. Then that hand went lower still, between my ass cheeks, and I felt the pad of one finger brush a place no one had ever touched before. I jerked. He didn’t pull away. He kept sucking me while the finger roamed there without entering, getting me used to the contact.

—Darío… —I gasped—. Wait, I’m gonna…

He stopped just in time, let me go with a wet sound, and laughed quietly, his lips shining and a string of spit and pre-cum hanging from his chin.

—Not yet. There’s no way you’re finishing that fast the first time. I haven’t fucked you yet.

He stood up for a moment, yanked his pants off, and took them off along with his boxers. His cock appeared all at once, thick, hard, curved upward and glossy at the tip. My throat went dry. It was bigger than I had imagined when I’d felt it through his clothes, and for a second I thought there was no way it would fit me anywhere.

—Relax —he said, noticing where my eyes were fixed—. We’ll go slowly. Open your mouth first, so you can get to know it.

He came closer and ran the head over my lips. I stuck out my tongue without thinking and licked the tip, and the salty taste sent a current shooting up my back. I opened my mouth and he slid it in slowly, holding the back of my neck. I felt it hot and heavy on my tongue, so thick it stretched the corners of my mouth. I started sucking as best I could, clumsy, pressing my lips around him, and he let out a long groan.

—Fuck, look at what a good little cunt you’re going to be —he whispered, pushing a little deeper—. Breathe through your nose. That’s it, like that.

He fed it into me carefully, measuring me, pulling back every time I gagged and then easing in a little further. Saliva ran down my chin and he used it to coat me all over, making it slide more easily. When I brushed the back of my throat and felt my eyes water, he withdrew completely and wiped my tears with his thumb.

—Very good, newbie. Very good. Now lie back.

He pushed me down by the chest until I fell onto my back on the mattress, took hold of the backs of my knees, and lifted my legs until I was folded in half. I felt exposed in a way I never had before, my ass in the air and my hard cock pressed against my stomach, and instead of dying of shame I got even hotter.

He leaned down and started eating my ass. Just like that, without warning. His tongue, hot and firm, started licking my hole up and down, in circles, pressing farther in each time. I let out a strangled cry and arched my back. No one had warned me this could feel like that. Each stroke of his tongue sent a jolt up to the tip of my cock, and he knew it, because he grabbed it and started jerking me off at the same time, slowly, while he fucked my ass with his mouth.

—Relax —he whispered against me, lifting his head for a second—. Breathe. Trust me.

I breathed. I trusted him. He spat on my already soaked hole and slowly sank in one finger, pushing until the knuckle. I tensed for a moment and then, when he started circling it, a pure moan of pleasure escaped me. His mouth went back to my cock at the same time, and the combination of both sensations was so intense that my vision blurred. The strange became pleasure in a matter of seconds. My body opened to him at a pace he controlled better than I did, taking me right to the point I could handle and not one step beyond.

When he added a second finger, there was no turning back. He curled them inside me and hit something that made my hips jerk up.

—There —I gasped without meaning to—. There, fuck…

—Here, sweetheart? —he laughed, pressing that same spot again—. This is where I’m going to make you come without touching your cock next time.

He added a third. He stretched me patiently, spitting more saliva, fucking me with his hand while he sucked my balls. The pleasure gathered in my gut like a wave that never stops growing, and when he sped everything up at once, curving his fingers against my prostate and taking my cock to the hilt, I came with a rough shout. I emptied myself into his mouth in spurts, my hips lifting off the bed of their own accord, my whole body trembling from head to toe. Darío didn’t pull away. He swallowed everything I gave him without letting me go, sucking until the very last drop, waiting until the final shiver. And only then did he climb over my body and kiss me long and deep, letting me taste my own cum mingled on his tongue.

***

I stayed lying there, wrecked, staring at the ceiling while I caught my breath. My cock stayed hard against my belly, red, sensitive, as if my body already knew it wasn’t over. He propped himself up on one elbow beside me, watching me with a satisfied smile he didn’t bother to hide, while with his other hand he slowly stroked his cock, still hard and dripping onto the sheets.

—You’ve got a ton of potential, newbie —he said, brushing a wet strand of hair off my forehead—. This was only the first lesson. I still haven’t put this in you —he added, tapping his cock a couple of times against my hip—, and you’re already asking for more with your eyes.

—The first? —I asked, still breathless.

—The first of many. If you let me, of course.

I turned to look at him. There was something in his confidence, in the calm way he took it for granted that I would come back, that instead of scaring me lit me up again. For years I had been denying myself what I had just discovered in a single afternoon, hiding it under layers of excuses and fear. And he had read it in me the moment I opened the landing door.

—What if I do let you? —I said, holding his gaze for the first time without looking away.

Darío smiled, settled himself over me, and ran his hard, hot cock between my ass cheeks, rubbing it there without actually putting it in, just so I could feel what was waiting for me. A moan slipped out of my throat without permission.

—Then you’ll have a very attentive neighbor —he replied, biting my earlobe—. One who’s going to fuck you until you learn to come with nothing but my cock inside you. And you still have a lot to learn, newbie.

I sat up on the bed, my heart racing again but with none of the shame from the start, and opened my legs for him. The boxes in my apartment could wait. That night I had something far more interesting to unpack across the hall.