I Moved to the Village and Ended Up Between Four Neighbors

When I signed the lease on the house in Valderín, a village of barely thirty residents tucked between the mountains, the only thing I was looking for was silence. I’d spent years burning out at the office, sleeping five hours a night and answering emails at midnight. The doctor was blunt: either I slowed down, or my body would do it for me. So I negotiated to work from home and only go down to the city a couple of times a month.

The house had a huge garden, fruit trees all around the property, and an old barn I had no intention of using, because I didn’t have any animals. I bought some hens, more for company than for the eggs, and set out to learn the slow rhythm of the countryside. Soon I discovered that in Valderín many tasks were done collectively, among everyone, like some ancient custom nobody ever questioned.

My closest neighbors were a family: a married couple with two children in their mid-twenties who studied away from home. One afternoon, the father knocked on my door.

“Well, Ramón, come in and sit down,” I offered.

“Thanks, but I’m short on time,” he said, not crossing the threshold. “On Saturday we do the annual firewood gathering, all together. I came to see if you’d feel like lending a hand. A couple more arms never hurts.”

“Count me in. It even feels like an obligation, being new in the village.”

“Then Saturday at seven I’ll pick you up.”

I walked him to the door and went back to work without giving it another thought. I’m bisexual, and though nothing interesting had happened to me in a long time, I’d learned not to expect anything from small villages. I was completely wrong.

***

On Saturday, Ramón was waiting for me in the pickup. I climbed in and we drove to the meeting point, where the few neighbors in the place were gathered. Iker, his son, had shown up too, but he left with some friends, so his father stayed with me all day. When we were almost finished, he drove the truck to a secluded area where two half-ruined houses stood.

“Come on, I’ll show you something,” he said, getting out of the vehicle.

I followed him to the corner of one of the ruins. He positioned me facing the wall without warning and kissed the back of my neck. I absolutely wasn’t expecting it, but something in his confidence made me freeze. His hand slid over my chest, down my belly, and stopped over my fly. He rubbed over the fabric until he felt me harden.

He yanked my pants down and pushed me forward so I’d brace my hands against the wall. He pulled a bottle of lube from his pocket and smeared it on until his finger went in and out with no resistance.

This wasn’t in my plans for today.

He pressed his cock against me. It was thick, not very long, but wide, so getting him in took effort. He lubed up well and pushed in patiently. When only the tip was inside, he grabbed my hips and, with one hard thrust, buried himself all the way.

“You bastard!” I groaned against the stone.

He held me by the neck and waist and fucked me harder and deeper, harder and deeper, until he himself had to slow down so he wouldn’t come too soon. What neither of us knew was that we had an audience. Iker, his son, was also on his way home and, seeing his father’s car parked next to the ruins, had stopped his own. He got out in silence and, when he discovered the scene, stood there watching without giving himself away.

Ramón bent me a little farther and found the exact angle. Each thrust hit me exactly where it should, and the pressure became unbearable. I came almost without touching myself, spilling against the wall. He pulled out at the last second and ejaculated over my back. With some crumpled tissues, he cleaned me up.

“I don’t know what came over me…” he murmured, suddenly embarrassed.

“Relax, Ramón. I loved it. I’m bisexual and I liked it. Whenever you want to do it again, you know where I live.”

We went back in silence. The fucking had been like a summer storm: violent, brief, and then total calm.

***

That same night I went down to the village festival in the neighboring town, the largest place in the district. They’d hired one of those bands that arrive with a trailer and lights. I got a beer and was taking in the atmosphere when Nerea, Ramón’s blonde daughter, came up to me.

“Well, neighbor, what are you doing here?” she said, winking at me.

“Same as you, I guess. Watching the band and making the most of the night.”

“Can I ask you for a favor? Would you take me home later? That way I don’t have to call my father to come get me.”

“Sure, but I don’t usually stay up late. I’m planning to leave at two.”

“Perfect for me. My friends are leaving at one-thirty to go to a club in the city, and I don’t feel like it. We’ll meet here.”

She disappeared into the crowd. I watched her for a moment. She was a college student, young, wearing white linen pants that hinted at her thong and a black top clinging to her body. Her hair was gathered in a high bun. A little candy, nothing more.

I chatted with one person and another until, at the agreed time, she appeared again. We had one last beer together; mine was nonalcoholic, because I had to drive. At two we headed for the car, parked in a field the village had set up on the outskirts. Along the way, between the beer and the cold, I got a desperate urge to piss.

I went ahead to the trees at the edge of the parking area, pulled out my cock, and started to pee. It was half-hard, because I couldn’t stop thinking about how gorgeous Nerea looked and, at the same time, about the pounding her father had given me that morning. I was so distracted I didn’t hear her come up behind me. She had crouched down beside me to pee too.

I jumped and turned to give her some privacy, but she had other plans. As soon as I finished, she ran the tip of her tongue over the head, and there was no way to hold back anymore. She took it into her mouth and licked it slowly, teasingly, until impatience got the better of me and, grabbing her by the bun, I pushed all the way in.

“Easy, tiger…” she laughed between soft gags.

I fucked her mouth for a while, but I didn’t want to finish like that. I made her stand up and we kissed, hungry, thirsty. I slid my hands under her top to feel her small, firm breasts. I pulled her pants down to her ankles and pressed her against a tree. Without preamble, I penetrated her from the front. I held her by the hips, sometimes by the hair, while she stifled her moans so she wouldn’t wake the entire parking lot.

But I wanted something else. In short hops, with my pants around my knees, I led her to the first car nearby and bent her over the hood. I didn’t have any lube, so I lay over her back, caressed her breasts, and started pushing against her ass very slowly, carefully, until she gave. When the last third was left, I shoved it in all at once.

I fucked her like that, slow at first, increasing the pace as she relaxed, and in the end I slid my hand between her legs. Nerea exploded into a long orgasm, biting her own arm. I pulled out, took off the condom, and made her kneel. I was going to come over her face, but she was faster: she took me all the way into her mouth and I came in her mouth, part of it escaping at the corners. Then we kissed, filthy and satisfied.

We straightened our clothes and I took her home, with a promise to do it again. What I didn’t see was that, from the kitchen window, her mother watched her daughter get out of the neighbor’s car. Silently, before Nerea went in, she slipped back into bed beside Ramón, pretending to be asleep.

***

On Sunday, Nerea and her brother went back to the city, where they stayed during the school term. Ramón drove them and took the chance to stay there for three days, sorting out some paperwork at the regional office. On Monday, I needed milk and didn’t feel like driving to the hypermarket, so I went over to the neighbors’ house. Pilar, Ramón’s wife, opened the door for me: curly hair, a beautiful face, a smile that promised trouble.

We spent a good while talking in the kitchen over coffee until she, without beating around the bush, grabbed my crotch through my pants and squeezed. Her intentions were crystal clear. She pulled down my pants and boxers in one motion; there was no need to make me hard, she took care of that herself.

She sat me on a chair. She took off her white T-shirt and freed a pair of medium-sized breasts topped by pink nipples pointing at the ceiling. She slid down her pajama pants and panties, and came closer, looking into my eyes. She sat on top of me and started riding me, leaning forward so her clit rubbed against my belly with every rise.

We kissed hungrily. She kissed the same way her daughter did, exactly the same, and that coincidence made me even hornier. Suddenly she stood up and came back seconds later with a couple of toys. She smeared a small one with lube and asked me to put it in; I did. Then she handed me a remote and gave me the other toy.

“This one’s for you,” she said with a wicked smile.

I lubed it and slipped it in myself, turning it on. With the remote I controlled the intensity of the egg vibrating inside her. Pilar, completely unrestrained, bounced on me until she erupted in a huge orgasm. Squeezing her thighs against my hips, I couldn’t hold back any longer and came inside.

We repeated it several times over those days, always keeping an eye on the calendar, until we knew Ramón was coming back. Then I returned home, with the absurd feeling of having a double life without ever looking for one.

***

The weekend came around again, and with it the couple’s children. Part of my land was devoted to weed: I let it dry and then gave it away or sold it. I was wrestling with it, turning it over with the rake inside the barn, when I felt a blow that knocked me to the ground. The door had been left open.

It took me a few seconds to react, face down on the straw. Just enough time for Iker to lunge at me, tie my wrists behind my back, and loop a rope around my neck. Immobilized, I heard him speak seriously for the first time.

“I know what a slut you are. I saw my father fucking you the other day,” he said. “Today I’m going to do it. Unless you don’t want to: if I let you go, you stand up and leave.”

“If you’re giving me a choice, why tie me up?” I answered, not scared. “Do whatever you want. I’m not standing up. So fuck me tied up, or untie me and fuck me anyway.”

That turned him on. He stripped off in a hurry and threw himself on me, though he did have the decency to remove the rope from my neck. He started kissing my back, slowly moving down with his tongue until he reached my ass. He bit it. Then he traced the crease with the tip of his tongue to the hole, licked it completely, and finished by penetrating me with his tongue.

Then he pulled out the lube. What was it with this family that they all used exactly the same bottle? He put on the condom, lubed up, and showed me no mercy: he sodomized me in a single thrust, violently, though the lube did its job and the pain soon blended into something else.

He fucked me almost savagely, grabbing me by the hair, until I felt I was about to cum. He straightened up, took off the condom, and came over my back. He gave me no respite: from semen he went straight to piss, soaking me completely. Then he made me strip completely naked, tied me to a beam, and dumped a bucket of cold water over me, not letting me cum or touch myself. He left me like that for a while, trembling and aroused, before untying me with a crooked smile.

***

From that day on I had four lovers in Valderín. Two men before whom I was passive, and I’d say even submissive, father and son taking turns without my ever saying no. And two women, mother and daughter, before whom, though the forms were obedient, sometimes I took the initiative and other times gladly gave it up.

I had come to the village looking for silence and a bit of rest for my head. I found it, in its own way. What I hadn’t expected was for an entire family to decide, without ever talking it over, to share the new neighbor. And I, who only wanted to switch off, never slept better.