A gay story: The Older Neighbor Pt. 06 One year passed while Daniel took care of himself. He finished the interior decoration of his house, he was promoted at work, and he also started doing therapy. The therapy was essential for him to accept what had happened, and to move on from the negative feelings that had troubled his mind. He met new people and made new friends. He used his spare time to frequent the gym, and the exercise made him feel more alive.
There was only one problem: sex. Daniel hooked up with several respectful, good-looking men – younger and older – but none of them excited him anymore. He started to feel a type of sexual longing, a desire for something rougher and darker – something that would make his heart beat and his body shake again. But nothing came close to the feeling he had experienced with John.
It was a tough thing to admit, especially now that he was in a better place and his body was healthier, but at some point he couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He missed John again – more specifically, he missed serving John, and being used by him. The feeling of submission, and even the moments of sexual subjugation, felt like a drug he craved. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, and as he turned around in bed, late at night, he thought of new ways to reconcile with John, and new methods to serve him. But what if John didn’t accept him back? What if the man had moved on or found a new servant?
Daniel couldn’t stop thinking about it. As the time passed, and as he bumped into John casually outside, and saw his smirking lips and intense eyes, he decided to stop hiding his feelings. This time, he would finally accept the way he felt, and he wouldn’t let anything affect his desire to submit. John was the hottest man he had ever met, and he just couldn’t let him go. Even if John was the one who had suggested they should part ways, he had to try again. He had to satiate the doubt and the desire in his mind. If John said no, Daniel was prepared to really move on.
In the morning, John walked outside and Daniel approached him. The man smirked and kept walking in the direction of his car. When he opened the door, Daniel called.
“Sir, please wait.”
John turned around and stared at him. He looked manlier than ever, wearing a white shirt that accentuated his muscles and his beer belly, and black pants enveloping his strong legs.
“Hey, Danny, is everything alright?” asked John.
“Yes, I’m fine. I was wondering if we could talk,” Daniel looked at him with eagerness and tried to stay calm.
“About what?” asked John, in a friendly tone. He seemed gentle and relaxed.
“We haven’t spoken for a long time. I was wondering if you’d like to eat dinner at my house.”
John analyzed Daniel for two seconds. Daniel felt like his entire body could melt.
“Sure, I’d love that,” said John, casually.
“Really? Great. This evening at 7 p.m.?”
“Deal,” replied John, as he entered the car.
That feeling came back – the sensation that made his body shake and his heart beat like a deranged drum. His thoughts floating toward one secret goal: to serve John and make him happy.
The day felt long and tedious. The office was doing alright, and Daniel wasn’t bothered by anyone, which only intensified his anxiety and the thought in the back of his head. What would John decide? As Daniel made small calls and advised people on the new project, his mind kept going back to the image of John’s big cock.
The evening heat passed through the trees and bushes and a few cicadas buzzed in the distance, when John knocked on his door. The man appeared in a gray dress shirt and brown pants that accentuated his bulge and his large butt, as he walked around the dinner table. He wore the same masculine perfume he had used a year ago.
Daniel had covered the dinner table with grilled steaks, chicken wings, macaroni and cheese, grilled vegetables and a chocolate pie for dessert. He carefully served them both. John sat down on one end, facing Daniel on the other side.
“How are you?” asked John, before he took the first bite of Daniel’s steak.
“I’m doing great. I’ve been promoted and now I have some spare time, and an easier routine,” replied Daniel calmly, before taking a sip of wine.
“That’s great. That’s why you look more relaxed,” noted John.
“I do? Well, I’ve been exercising and doing therapy. And I’ve learned to like this neighborhood.”
“How so?”
“I like how calm and silent this place is, and our neighbors are chill. Very different from the place I grew up in,” explained Daniel, calmly.
John gave him a warm smile.
“I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself. I was a little worried about you the last time we…”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I believe I wasn’t prepared for it, but I felt much better, later,” said Daniel.
“You felt better after we stopped seeing each other?”
“Well, I did. I was emotionally confused and I took some time to think, and… sir, I began to miss… serving you,” Daniel looked down for a second and felt his face blush.
“Is that so?” John stared at him intensely.
“Yes, sir. I’ve hooked up with other guys in the meantime, and none of them were as interesting as you. I’ve missed our interactions and I’m not ashamed to admit it anymore,” said Daniel, now looking at John directly.
That confession made his chest feel warm with anxiety, but there was a slight sense of relief as well.
“Danny, I miss fucking you too,” said John.
The man’s eyes glinted and he took another sip of wine.
“Why didn’t you tell me, sir?”
“Because I was sorry for hurting you somehow,” explained John, sincerely. “I chose not to contact you again because I knew you needed time to think. But I thought about doing it.”
“Really? I thought you didn’t miss me. You have your women,” said Daniel, confused.
John chuckled and his big chest raised a few inches. He moved on the chair to release some kind of tension.
“Women are different. They can’t give me some of the things you do,” said John.
“Oh, that’s interesting. I feel the same way about other guys. They can’t give me what you gave me,” confessed Daniel.
“You flatter me,” said John, playfully.
“You know you’re great, sir.”
John took another bite and swallowed some wine.
“And there’s another reason why I didn’t call you… it’s hotter when you ask for it,” admitted John. “I knew you’d come back. Boys like you crave domination as a natural instinct, the same way you crave food and water. When you get all horny and excited, you end up desiring the thing you were ashamed to admit.”
“It’s true, sir. I miss everything, but I’m not ashamed now… and I have enough time to do what I want… I mean, what you want,” corrected Daniel.
“I see,” said John, seriously.
The man seemed to think for a while.
“Daniel, I know how much you want this. But I don’t want to cross the line again. If I’m going to own you, I need you to be a hundred percent sure of what you want.”
“I am a hundred percent sure, sir. I’ve thought about it for months. Now I realize that I need to be owned.”
“What happens if I fuck you hard?” questioned John, abruptly.
“I’ll gladly take it, sir.”
“What happens if I spank you hard?”
“I’ll take it… and learn from it, sir.”
“You’re a good boy,” observed John. “Let’s not fuck around anymore. If you’re coming back, you will open up to me daily and tell me how you feel. You will be an open book, and in return, I will be honest and tell you exactly what I want.”
Daniel felt his body trembling slightly. He felt like a defenseless pray handing himself to a predator, but it felt so right. In the past, he had felt like floating in lava, but now he felt like walking on concrete. Now that his mind was in a better place, he understood the intense experience he desired.
“I’m willing to tell you everything. I’m willing to be an open book,” said Daniel, eagerly.
John took a deep breath and seemed to ponder some thoughts.
“Daniel, you will wake up early and prepare my breakfast, iron my clothes and polish my shoes. Then you will have permission to leave for work. You will cook and clean for me in the evening. You will massage my feet when I come home from work. Luckily for you, I have reformed the basement into a recreational space for me and my friends, where we exercise, watch games and get drunk. That means you don’t have a place to sleep anymore, but a new place to clean. You are allowed to sleep at your own house. That will give you enough time to rest and restore your energy to serve me the next morning. I will use your mouth or your butt to release some sexual tension when I see fit. On weekends, you will clean the entire house, wash my clothes and my car, and leave when you’re done.”
“That sounds great, sir,” replied Daniel. He couldn’t believe John was willing to accept him again.
John raised his eyebrows and smirked.
They became silent and continued eating. Daniel looked at John patiently and waited. John looked back at him as if he asked “are you sure?” with his eyes. Daniel was calm, because he had considered that for many weeks.
When John finished the meal, Daniel stood up and took their empty plates to the kitchen. Then, he grabbed a silver package from the drawer – something he had bought on the previous week – and presented it to John.
“Please, consider this.”
John grabbed the package and when he saw the content, he released a sound of satisfaction. He looked at the metal dog leash with its silver collar and grinned.
“Strip,” ordered John.
Daniel swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his pants, along with his shoes and socks. He pulled down his white briefs slowly, revealing his shaved crotch and his smooth dick. It twitched in the air, hard as a rock. He placed his clothes in a pile at the corner and stood still in front of John’s chair. He had shaved his body, as always, but he knew that his proportions were slightly fuller, more plump than what John was familiar with – a product of months of exercise.
“Turn around,” John ordered.
He obeyed and proudly tilted his ass cheeks in the air, hoping the man would find his toned buttocks appealing.
“You look good, Danny. Kneel in front of me,” said John, as he stood up and unzipped his pants.
The man walked toward him and dropped his hardening, sweaty cock on his face. His endowment covered half of Daniel’s face, with its red head throbbing on his forehead, and his hairy, loose balls lying comfortably on his chin. Daniel blinked in surprise and looked at John submissively.
“Did you miss that?” asked John.
“Yes, sir. I missed it for a whole year,” confessed Daniel.
John grabbed his proud cock and smacked him in the face with it, until the precum dropped on his forehead. Daniel opened his lips in a warm gasp. The temperature in the room was getting hot. A flaming wave of excitement ran through his body.
John took his shirt off and Daniel shyly observed his muscular pecs and hairy belly.
“Did you miss that too?” provoked John.
“Yes, sir. I missed your strong body,” said Daniel.
John chuckled and quickly shoved his hot cock inside Daniel’s mouth and fucked it hard and steady. Daniel’s hair was pulled between his rough fingers, as he grabbed him with both hands.
The energy in the room was embellished by the sound of Daniel’s wet mouth as he sucked and gagged – wet sounds of oral servitude. He relaxed his throat and tasted John’s fat ego. The large balls hit his chin in a rhythmic dance.
The pulsating dong came out of his mouth with an audible pop and a transparent rope of saliva stretched out from the tip of its head.
John grabbed the silver dog collar and involved Daniel’s neck, placing the new symbol on him – it fit like a tailored glove. The man pulled the leash and tasted the power of having another male subservient to his will.
“Are you clean down there?” asked John.
“Yes, sir,” replied Daniel, promptly. He had cleaned his insides and even trained his entrance with his fingers.
“Let’s see your bedroom,” John commanded.
Daniel crawled on the hard floor and John held his leash all the way to his bedroom upstairs. The man had never seen his room before, and that felt like opening a new door to his dominance.
Daniel’s bedroom was fairly warm and cozy, with its beige rugs and curtains and a soft and tall mattress over his upholstered white bed. The air smelled of his perfume, his lotions and the aroma of hair products, but he knew that soon those scents would change and give room to John’s manly musk.
“Lie on the bed, ass up,” John whispered, as he removed his pants, shoes and socks and nonchalantly threw them over the dresser.
Daniel assumed the position John liked the most – face down, curved back, with his knees sustaining his back in the air, exposing his pink pucker for a clear view. John stood behind him and pulled the leash slightly, just to establish his command.
John observed Daniel’s twitching little entrance and his schlong throbbed harder. Daniel noticed that the length and girth of John’s sweaty member covered the entire extension of his ass crack and hang lewdly on the small of his back.
John spat a nice amount of saliva right on top of his flower and crudely positioned his angry head against it, while grabbing Daniel’s hips in a firm grip.
“Now, I will possess you on your own bed, so you never forget who truly owns you. Relax and take it, Danny. It’s my ass, remember?”
“Yes, sir, it’s all yours,” moaned Daniel.
“Say it out loud, Danny. Who owns your ass?”
“John owns my ass!”
The sound of his name seemed to send John into a power trip. Daniel heard the man grunt in a mixture of surprise and pleasure, as he inserted inch after inch of his throbbing dong into Daniel’s twitching entrance. Daniel relaxed and let him in easily.
“Danny, Danny, you’re all mine again,” whispered John, as he started to pound.
Daniel felt the man’s heavy balls on his taint, as he got plowed faster, with long and steady strokes which made the bed squeak, and forced their bodies to clap lewdly, sending them both into sweaty, heavy breathing.
John spread his legs and Daniel felt the man’s masculine fumes penetrating the room, replacing his sweet smells with alpha musk – the sweat from his hairy chest and hairy ass crack starting to drip onto Daniel’s body and bed.
John created a sound of loud fucking, between the clapping, the squeaking and the throaty grunts of pleasure. In response, Daniel moaned and whined like a bitch, and started to move his hips toward John’s crotch.
After some loud pounding, John laid him on his back and put his trembling ankles over his broad shoulders, entering his hole deep as he lay almost flat against Daniel’s body, folding Daniel like a rag doll. Daniel adapted to the new position pretty quickly, and he could hear the man roar right in front of him, as John started to lay pipe again.
The man moved his hips up and down like a professional, using his heavy weight to apply pressure over Daniel’s weaker frame, really going to town on his ass with loud smacks. Dicked down like a defenseless bunny, Daniel felt the hard, thick bone deep inside him.
John stared into his eyes. Daniel realized he would never get over that man. As John massaged his fat sausage inside his welcoming, soft box, Daniel thought of him as a king, taking what he owned.
John lowered his head toward Daniel’s open lips and suddenly shoved his big tongue inside, possessing his face like a wild beast. Daniel wrestled with that fat, wet snake, as it invaded every corner of his mouth and deposited some of its warm saliva into him.
The man approached his ear and whispered.
“You’re mine forever.”