Man Handled: By The Gay Dom Next Door (His Neighbour's Secret Book 3)

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by Jesse Fuchs


  He pulled back and repositioned himself before finally pushing his weight against my behind, forcing my face into Adam’s crotch. The smell of his musk was filling my nostrils.

  “Suck him, you dirty animal,” Mr. Davis growled as he shoved his own cock deep inside my ass from behind and pushed my face harder against Adam. I had no choice; he had me under his control.

  I took one long lick up the length of Adam’s shaft, tasting his skin on the entire width of my tongue. His legs quivered beside my head as another excited whimper escaped from him. I paused before I took another long lick up to the tip of his dick.

  I fixed my attention on his red tip and slowly worked my lips down and around him. I circled it with my tongue and tried my best to please. Adam let out uncontrolled groans of pleasure as his body tensed and I could hear the rope straining to keep him in place.

  SLAP! Mr. Davis left a red imprint of his hand on my bare ass.

  “Make him moan!” he commanded.

  I licked my middle finger and slid it into his asshole, rubbing his prostate as I bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could. I didn’t want to be punished for disobeying an order. Adam’s moans intensified as he struggled to free himself from the restraints. I could feel his muscles tensing all over his body as he squirmed desperately.

  “Like this,” he said, pulling himself out of my backside.

  Moments later, I felt his powerful grip spread my ass cheeks apart and his tongue licked all around my sensitive hole. He got below me and yanked my cock down into his mouth, his soft tongue darting back and forth over my tip. I tried to mirror his movements on Adam, but it was no use. I lost all control of my tongue as he ravaged me like it was the last cock he would ever taste.

  I started moaning against Adam, my face now pressed against his cock. I did my best to wiggle my finger around on his prostate and his cries of passion crescendoed.

  Mr. Davis' lips wrapped me tighter before drawing me deeper into his mouth. He licked my tip at the end of each mouthful and swirled his tongue around on it. Surge after surge of muscle spasms rippled through my thighs as I quivered. My head began feeling light as I got closer and closer to climax.

  SLAP! His hand hit hard down on my ass again and forced the orgasm to rip through me. My head spun and my dick convulsed, filling his mouth as he continued to pleasure me. Moans of delight erupted loudly from my mouth as I pressed my forehead against Adam, gripping onto his thigh with one hand and frantically wriggling the other around inside him.

  The convulsions eventually subsided and Mr. Davis allowed my dick to relax once again. He knelt behind me and wiped his wet cock over my ass. It was drenched in pre-cum, apparently he had enjoyed himself. He forced himself deep into my now wet ass, filling me with his massive cock once again.

  His need instantly became apparent when he dug his fingers into my waist and slapped his hips against my behind. The feeling he gave me was next to none; the power in his thrusts as his cock reached the depths of my body, the sound of our bodies colliding, the grunts and groans he let out behind me; all of it had me reeling in rapture. My cock was still pulsating with delight after the orgasm, and his diving deep into me only added to the bliss I was experiencing.

  He fucked me like he was some kind of beast, making Adam jealous of how he treated me once again. Only this time, he got to see it with his own eyes. I couldn’t imagine how he felt - coming here to get fucked, but only getting to watch his friend get nailed right in front of him as he sat there, helpless, with his cravings unsatisfied. He had given up trying to burst out of the rope, now that his previous efforts had proved futile.

  I could feel the heat radiating from Adam’s crotch as Mr. Davis pumped me from behind, filling me over and over. Mr. Davis grabbed onto my hair and pulled my head back before thrusting hard and shoving me up to Adam’s chest.

  “Suck his nipples,” he commanded.

  I stuck my tongue out and reached for his hard nipple, swirling it around him. Adam let out a little moan, finally getting the opportunity to release some of the sexual energy that had built up inside him.

  “Bite it,” Mr. Davis barked, still stuffing me with his cock.

  I took his nipple between my teeth and clenched down slightly, forcing a gasp from him. Adam’s chest depressed as he released all of the air from his lungs before he replenished it with a heaving breath. I kept sucking on him and rolling his nipple between my teeth as shivers shook his entire body.

  Mr. Davis stopped thrusting and pulled himself out of me, leaving my taut hole gaping. He quickly got up and stood next to me, furiously rubbing his cock and pointing it at Adam. I watched intently as his strong hand wrapped around and stroked it rapidly until he burst.

  His cum started gushing from the tip, shooting in powerful streams all over Adam’s chin and chest as he let out a deep groan of pleasure. Adam opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, hoping to catch a taste as he was covered with thick, salty ropes.

  The last little bit didn’t have the same energy behind it and it only dribbled out, staying on the tip of his cock and on his fingers. He turned and pointed it at me, pressing it against my lips where I happily cleaned the salty mess from him.

  Mr. Davis left Adam and me and walked out of the room a satisfied man.

  “You weren’t kidding at all, eh?” Adam said.

  I just gave him that telling smile and began to untie the ropes. Adam got up from the chair and grabbed Mr. Davis’ underwear from the floor to wipe the cum off himself before putting what was left of his clothes back on.

  “Do you want to come to my place and clean up?” I asked him.

  “Yeah, definitely!” he laughed.

  Adam and I spent the night at my house, once again talking about all things sex. He was glad to have a good friend who was finally opening up like he had so long ago.

  Escaped

  (Preview)

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  Shit.

  I let out a deep sigh as I filled with disappointment. My stomach dropped as I stared at the screen in front of me. One of my worst fears had come true.

  I had wanted to be a doctor my entire life, but now I would have to face the realization that my hard work simply wasn’t good enough. 70’s in chemistry wouldn’t get me into med school. All the other grades were fine, just that damn chemistry course. No matter how hard I studied for it, I just couldn’t seem to pull through.

  How would I tell my father? He’d spent so much money putting me into one of the best schools and giving me a living allowance so I wouldn’t have to have a job while I attended classes. What was I going to tell him? I’d be such a disappointment.

  I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as the reality started to sink in. I would never be able to help people in need. I would never save lives. Nothing I ever wanted would come true now.

  I would have to face him soon. He would be home any minute to start making supper. I knew that when his voice echoed down the hall to call me to the table, I would have to tell him. He would ask.

  For the next hour, I tried to clear my mind and tell myself it wasn’t that bad. I could become something else; I could do good somewhere else.

  The clanging of pots and cooking utensils echoed into my quiet room from the kitchen. It signaled that the inevitable was soon to come. The next hour was one of the most difficult hours of my life. I couldn’t stop the tears as they soaked into my pillow.

  “Derrick, supper!” I heard my father call.

  Fuck.

  Wiping the tears from my eyes, I took a look in my mirror. Great. I was red-eyed and puffy-faced. I wouldn’t last a second out there. I tried my best to collect myself before I opened my door and walked down the hallway to the kitchen where my family would be seated.

  They were all there, filling their plates eagerly with my dad’s specialty, lasagna. I took my chair on the far side of the table and tried my best to hide my face.

  “Are you okay, Derrick?” my mom asked.

  “Yeah,
I’m fine.” I could feel the tears fighting to escape.

  “Are you sure? You know there’s no secrets at the dinner table,” my dad said.

  “Yeah… Well, no…” I said. “I can’t get into med school.” The tears of disappointment started rolling down my cheeks. I tried to focus on eating my supper but my trembling lips made it difficult to get food past them.

  “Oh. Well, did you try your best?” he asked.

  “...Yeah,” I said with a sniffle, wiping the tears from one cheek.

  “Then you have nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart,” my mother chimed in.

  I couldn’t really speak any more; my lips were sealed tight as I tried to contain myself.

  “As long as you did your best, that’s good enough for us,” my dad said. “Now forget about it and enjoy your supper, I know you love lasagna.”

  It took me a few minutes to regain my composure. It was a relief that they weren’t disappointed in me, but my own disappointment still stung like a needle through the heart.

  The normal chatter resumed at the table before my father turned to me again.

  “Actually, Derrick, I have an idea. I have a friend that couldn’t get into med school a long time ago,” he said. “She actually just got back from Korea. It might do you good to meet with her.”

  I tried to think of who this friend might be, but I couldn’t think of anyone. The curiosity started pushing the sadness away. It felt good to know that I wasn’t the only one who went through this. The cloud of shame was slowly dissipating.

  “I’ll give her a call tomorrow. You two can grab a coffee or something.”

  The tears stopped fighting so hard to escape as I realized neither of my parents were actually disappointed in me. I was able to finish my meal, even though I still felt like shit.

  My dad got on the phone right after supper and called his friend. He set up a meeting between the two of us for next Saturday at two-p.m. He wouldn’t tell me anything about her, and the curiosity quickly ate away at the disappointment. Maybe she would have the answers I needed.

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  Special Thanks

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  First off, I'd like to thank you for reading! I truly hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to hearing any feedback you have on it by way of review, email, or on my website.

  Special thanks goes out to everyone who has been in contact with me about my previous stories. I wouldn't have continued writing if it wasn't for the awesome feedback/reviews from you! :)

  About The Author

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  Jesse was born and raised on a farm in Canada. After leaving for college she quickly grew out of her conservative upbringing and became enthralled in a world of sex. Now she lives a very relaxed lifestyle, working various jobs as she travels around. In her free time she enjoys the smaller things in life, like a good cup of tea.

  Oh, and of course she loves to write dirty stories!

 

 

 


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