The Neighbor’s Husband

Liam had been fantasizing about Marcus for months.

Marcus lived right next door with his wife. He was in his early thirties, tall, broad-shouldered, and always looked like he’d just come from the gym. Liam would see him in the hallway, in the elevator, or taking out the trash, and every single time his mind would go straight to dirty places.

He imagined Marcus bending him over, holding him down, and fucking him hard. He imagined that deep voice telling him to shut up and take it. More than once, Liam had jerked off in his apartment with his ear pressed against the wall, listening to Marcus and his wife fucking.

But he never thought it would actually happen.

Until one Friday night.

Marcus’s wife was out of town for the weekend. Liam knew because he’d seen her leave with a suitcase that morning. Around 10 p.m., there was a knock on his door.

When Liam opened it, Marcus was standing there in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. No small talk. No explanation.

He just stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and grabbed Liam by the throat.

“I know you’ve been staring at me,” Marcus said, voice low. “I know you want this.”

Liam’s heart was pounding. Before he could answer, Marcus pushed him against the wall and kissed him hard — rough and demanding. His hand went straight down Liam’s pants and grabbed his cock, squeezing it.

“Get on the bed. Now.”

Liam didn’t argue.

The second Liam was on his stomach, Marcus yanked his pants and underwear down and spread his ass. He didn’t bother with much prep. He spat on Liam’s hole twice and pushed two thick fingers inside, fucking them in and out roughly for maybe thirty seconds before pulling them out.

Then Liam felt the blunt head of Marcus’s cock press against his hole.

It was big.

Marcus pushed in without warning.

Liam cried out as the thick cock forced its way inside him. It burned. Marcus didn’t stop. He kept pushing until he was buried to the hilt, then immediately started fucking him hard and deep.

“Fuck— Marcus— slow down—” Liam gasped.

Marcus grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back.

“Shut the fuck up and take it,” he growled. “You’ve been fantasizing about this for months. Now you’re gonna get it.”

He fucked Liam like he was angry. Hard, brutal thrusts that made the bed slam against the wall. Every stroke went all the way in. Marcus’s heavy balls slapped against Liam’s ass with every thrust. The sound was loud and filthy.

Liam’s moans turned into broken cries. His hole was stretched wide around Marcus’s thick cock, and Marcus wasn’t giving him any mercy. He kept one hand in Liam’s hair and the other on his hip, pulling him back onto his cock every time he thrust forward.

“You like that?” Marcus taunted. “This is what you wanted, right? Your neighbor’s husband ruining your ass?”

Liam couldn’t even answer properly. He was getting fucked too hard.

Marcus flipped him onto his back, pushed his legs all the way up to his chest, and shoved back inside even deeper. In this position, every thrust punched right against Liam’s prostate. His cock was leaking all over his stomach without being touched.

Marcus fucked him like that for a long time — relentless, rough, and deep. At one point he wrapped a hand around Liam’s throat and squeezed just enough to make Liam’s head spin while he kept pounding into him.

When Marcus finally came, he buried himself as deep as possible and let out a low groan. Liam could feel the heat of his cum flooding inside him — thick and heavy. Marcus didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried and kept giving short, rough thrusts, pushing his cum deeper.

But he wasn’t done.

Even after cumming, Marcus stayed hard. He flipped Liam onto his stomach again and shoved back inside his cum-filled hole without giving him a break. Liam whimpered into the pillow as Marcus started fucking him for the second time, even rougher than before.

By the time Marcus came again, Liam was completely wrecked. His hole was red, puffy, and gaping. Cum was leaking out of him in thick globs and running down his thighs.

Marcus finally pulled out and looked down at the mess he’d made.

“Couldn’t even last one round,” he muttered, almost amused. He slapped Liam’s sore ass once, hard. “Clean yourself up.”

Then he got dressed and left without another word.

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Liam couldn’t sit properly for three days.

Every time he tried, his ass throbbed. Walking was uncomfortable. Sitting down made him wince. He spent most of the weekend lying on his stomach, hole still sore and leaking cum, replaying every rough thrust in his head.

On Monday morning, he ran into Marcus in the hallway.

Marcus looked at him, smirked, and gave him a small nod like nothing had happened.

Liam’s face burned.

But when Marcus walked past him, he leaned in close and spoke low enough that only Liam could hear.

“Wife’s leaving again next weekend.”

Then he kept walking.

Liam stood there in the hallway, heart racing, already knowing he wouldn’t be able to say no.