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The apartment on top of the stairs
🕑 Added 2021-12-06 06:20:35 +0000 UTCMy name's Don and I hate having upstairs neighbors. The noise, the steps, the... everything.
I prefer being the upstairs neighbor. And believe me, I try my best to not be that kind of upstairs neighbor. I'm as silent as I can and specially try not to make noise by night.
Still, I took the apartment at the very top of the stairs, and it had the extra advantage that the apartment right below was still empty.
Not the one across the stairs, though. This building was a bit intermeshed, so it was kinda half a flight below me. I looked down at it, but it looked down at the apartment under mine.
Anyway, there were two dudes living there and I quickly noticed they were not roommates. Not that I have anything against gay dudes, but I had this preconception that one in the couple would be a lot more masc and strong than the other, and they weren't.
Eric and Mike. Both seemed nice. Again, I have nothing against gay dudes. Both were pretty masculine. You know, athletic. They looked good.
Not that I'm gay or anything, of course.
***
It was a Saturday night and all my plans had gone to fuck down a hill. This girl I was kinda dating kinda not had just called off our plans to hang out tonight. I knew she was probably fucking other guys in the side, but I didn't care because the ass was good when I got it.
But tonight she had cancelled at the last second and all my other friends were out and I couldn't wedge myself in their plans, so it was either going on the hunt all by myself, or staying at home to much on videogames.
I was kinda getting ready to go out. Shower, shave, and I was walking to my bedroom to get dressed when I heard a noise outside and my curiosity got the best of me.
Eric and Mike were in the living room and the blinds were open and I could see both of them.
Mike was standing facing their window and Eric was kneeling in front of him, all I could see was his muscular, dark skinned back. His head was moving and it was pretty clear what he was doing.
Just because I was okay with gay dudes didn't mean I was okay with watching them fuck. I was about to back down when I noticed something that stopped me on my tracks.
Eric was tied. He had his arms bound behind his back and his legs tied to keep him kneeling. He was keeping himself upright and moving back and forth without using his limbs. twirl
I'd never seen something like that, and it was... intriguing.
I got closer to the window to have a better look.
Mike's blonde head was staring down at Eric, and Eric was tied, every single muscle of his body showing off while he sucked Mike. His hands were cuffed behind his back and all his body was glistening with sweat.
I wasn't into guys, but that was... that was hot. There was just something about their body languages that spoke of dominance and submission, something that seemed like they both wanted to be exactly like that.
At that moment Mike looked up and he saw me. I was ready to pull back and hide but he smiled at me. A mischievous, knowing smirk. He twirled his fingers on Eric's hair and pushed his head down, making him gag on his dick. I could see his expression contort with pleasure. He then smirked at me again and began rocking his hips, fucking Eric's mouth.
I felt my dick swell under my towel. It took me by surprise, but the most surprising thing was it didn't feel wrong. I was not gay, just getting off to something that was gay, right?
I took my towel off. He probably wasn't able to see my dick from that angle, but he definitely saw my arm move and grab it and pump and his eyes lit up with lust. He licked his lips.
I'd never felt something like this before, being so in tune with someone that I could know how they felt without talking and two walls apart, but I knew. He liked that I was watching and he liked that I was getting turned on, and that turn me on in response.
I could feel the orgasm building up, that slow rise of cum inside my dick. My pumping just grew more frantic. I raised on my feet to get closer to the window. If they were giving me a show, the least I could do was give them a show back.
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
We both were on the edge of orgasming, and then I took myself over the edge and splashed my cum on the window, and I saw him shaking and I knew he was cumming too.
I was surprised by how intense my orgasm was. It felt stronger than how it was when I jerked off. More intense. Different.
Mike spoke down to Eric and he turned to stare at me, his face covered with cum. A smile distended his lips while both of them looked at me.
I just didn't go out that night.
***
The following night I found myself pacing on my living room, checking out the window every couple minutes.
Last night had been hot and something deep inside me wanted it to happen again. I was still lying to myself, pretending I didn't know what I was doing, but deep dow I knew it: I wanted to watch them again.
And then it happened. They came and sat on the couch, and then Eric looked up and saw me and they exchanged a smile.
They came to the window and kissed, staring at me. I just returned their stare. Then Mike just pushed Eric against the window and roughly pulled his clothes off.
I took my shirt off.
If yesterday it was all about being in tune with Mike, today it was all about Eric. I could see the desire in his eyes while undressed and showed off my cock, and even after Mike pulled his hands and cuffed behind his back, he was still looking at me.
I could see the change in his expression when Mike's dick went inside him. He looked like he was in pain. And like he was loving the pain.
There was something about watching him get fucked that turned me on, deep inside. It wasn't just the act of fucking, it was deeper, more powerful. There was a sense of complete surrender in the way he was holding on to the window frame, the way he just held on and let Mike fuck him. His cock was hard, flapping with each thrust, but he didn't even pay attention to it, he was just focused on two things: Mike and me.
His eyes were full with hunger and fixed on my dick. It was like that was the only thing that existed in the world to him: Mike's dick on his ass and my dick on the window. He licked his lips and his eyes glazed with lust, and then I saw him cum, spraying the glass with his seed without having to touch himself, and the view pushed me over the edge and I left my cum of tonight on top of the cum of yesterday.
***
The doors of the elevator were starting to close when a hand just slipped in between them and Eric stepped inside with me.
It had been a week and a half since that first night and I had seen him get suck Eric and get fucked by him every single night, but this was the first time we actually crossed paths since then.
He smiled at me. I was blushing a little and trying to think what to say or how to say it, but he took things in stride.
— Hey... Don, is it?
— Yeah.
— Mike says you could come hang out with us if you want to.
— Really?
— Yeah. Tonight, if you want. I would like it, too. We're gonna be free at eight.
And then the elevator opened again and each of us went to our cars. I couldn't help but notice how he had conveyed the invitation.
"Mike".
He was calling the shots.
All day long I thought about the invitation. Did I know what I was getting into? Did I want it? It would be very different to be there in person than seeing it from my window.
Five minutes before eight, I still hadn't made up my mind. Did I want to go there? Did I really want to get involved with them?
And right then my phone rang.
— Hello...?
— Hi, it's me. Why haven't you called me, Don?
Who?
Oh, yeah, the girl I was allegedly gonna be on a date a week ago. That after bailing on me had posted a couple selfies "partying out with the girls" after saying she wasn't feeling well enough to go out with me.
— Oh.
— Oh... what?
— Well, I was just waiting for you to call me and reschedule.
— Are you serious, Don? You're the guy, it's your job to call me unless you're afraid. I don't call guys, guys call me. If you want something with me I'm gonna make you work for it, get it?
And it was exactly that moment when I heard those words that I made my choice.
— Sorry, too much work. I'd rather be with people who act like they want to see me.
— What?! Now, listen...!
But I didn't. I ended the call and turned off my phone. Mike and Eric would be waiting for me downstairs and they were not gonna make me work for it. They wanted this too, as much as I did.
It took me just a few seconds to go down the half a flight of stairs between our apartments and knock. My heart was thumping on my chest but it was not fear, it was excitement. I wanted this. Somehow along the conversation with that girl I had decided I really, truly wanted this, in whatever way it came.
Mike opened the door.
— Hi, Don! It's great to have you here, come in, have a seat!
They living room was quite sparse, with a lot of space. Now that I knew what to look for, I could see a couple things out of place there, like those metal rings bolted to the walls that seem like the perfect height to...
— Do you want something to drink? A beer? — asked Mike sitting next to me.
— No, thanks. I have to work tomorrow. You have a Coke?
— Sure.
He didn't move, he just glanced at Eric and Eric went to the kitchen to bring it, and after giving it to me he stood by the side. I stared at him.
He was wearing only shorts and a t-shirt that showed off his body, and what a body it was. Mike was athletic, but Eric was muscular and absolutely massive.
— He looks good, doesn't he?
— Oh yeah.
— After we got together I put him on an exercise regime to make his body the way I wanted. And I get to tap that every single night.
— And he likes it?
— Do you, boy? — asked Mike.
Eric lowered his eyes.
— Yes, Sir.
Cards were on the table: I looked at them, they looked at me, and we all knew why I'd come here. Mike gave me again that knowing smirk of his and then beckoned Eric to come stand in front of us.
— Take those clothes off, boy.
— Yes, Sir.
Eric's body wouldn't be out of place in a gym ad. Every single muscle was in place, well defined, and his smooth skin only made them stand out more. I... did I like it?
Yes.
I leaned back on the couch and opened my legs to massage my cock, already getting hard. I didn't know what I was getting into, but I knew I wanted it.
Had it really been three weeks since I'd gotten laid? Damn. No wonder I was feeling so horny.
— Do you want him to suck your cock? — asked Mike, his voice sounding as smooth as silk.
— Would him?
— If I tell him to.
I turned to look at him. He seemed completely at ease with the idea of making his boyfriend suck another guy's cock. If this was a girlfriend of mine and I knew a guy wanted her to suck him off I would have wanted to beat him to a pulp, but he was smiling and looking at both of us like he wanted it to happen.
— Would you?
— What do you say? Do you want him to?
— Fuck yeah.
— What about you, boy? Do you want to suck our guest off?
— Yes please, Sir.
He chuckled softly.
— Well, then... go ahead.
Eric didn't need any further instruction. He just came towards me and knelt in front of me and pulled my shorts down. I was already rock hard, ready for his mouth.
He looked up at me for a second to gauge my reaction, and then in a single movement got my cock inside his mouth.
I tried to hold my moans and failed. His mouth was warm and wet and he really, really knew how to use it. I'm pretty well hung, but he had no trouble at all getting my cock inside him, and in just a few moments he was swallowing it whole until his nose was reaching my crotch.
— He's good, isn't he?
— He's... oh...! Fuck...! — I couldn't even form a complete answer.
Yes.
His hands went up my chest, caressing me with a touch that was much softer than you would expect from arms this strong. I took the hint and got rid of my shirt. Here I was, naked on their apartment, getting sucked by a dude and loving it.
How could I explain what his tongue was doing to me? The way he seemed to find every single sensitive spot on my cock and after just a couple tries, found out the exact way I liked to be touched there?
Just like how I'd seen him on the window, he was hard but wasn't touching himself. All his touch, all his attention, was focused on me. Maybe that was the secret for how good he was: right now his entire world was me and how to please me.
— Fuck...!
This was, by far, the best blowjob I'd ever have in my life.
— Do you want to fuck him?
I looked at him, naked and on his knees in the floor.
— Fuck yeah.
— Boy.
Somehow when he said that word it was like a whole order. He was telling him to get ready to be fucked, all in a single word.
Eric stood up and then went to the other couch and bent over, sticking his ass out. I'd never fucked a guy in my life. Until a week ago, I'd never even thought about fucking a guy, and yet right now I there was nothing I wanted more than stick my cock inside that beautiful ass and make it mine.
I looked at Mike again. I couldn't believe how okay with this he was, but he smiled and pointed at the couch with his eyes. At some point he had gotten naked too, and he was massaging a cock that was only slightly smaller than mine, but stuck rock hard from his hips.
If his mouth was the best thing that had ever sucked me, his ass was the best thing I'd ever fucked. It was tighter and hotter than any woman, and his moans while I slowly, tortuously opened him up with my cock were almost like he was orgasming right now.
— You want this cock, boy? — I almost didn't recognize my own voice.
— Yes, Sir. Please fuck me, Sir!
I began rocking my hips, driving my cock deep inside him. I could hear us moaning, but I didn't know which moans were his and which were mine. Right now we were almost like one, both of us living only for the purpose of me fucking him.
I grabbed his hands and held them behind his back, bending him to my will. His face hit the couch and his ass went up even higher for me to fuck. I'd never felt like this, he made me feel powerful, like there was a savage need for control inside me that I'd never even known existed, and now he was unleashing it and feeding it at the same time.
I was never going to last long, but still my orgasm took me by surprise. I just found out I couldn't stop my thrusting, my body was fucking him faster and rougher and I was just a passenger on it, and then it felt like a flash taking over me as I came inside him, panting and moaning and my entire body feeling pins and needles, and then I lost control and fell on top of him.
It took me ten minutes to be able to walk again.
***
— Hey, Mike! How's it going?
It had been just two weeks after that first fuck. They had invited me three more times to fuck Eric. There was an animal hunger in him that seemed insatiable. I'd seen Mike fuck him, I'd seen him suck Mike, I'd let him suck me and I'd fucked him.
— It's great, thanks. But tonight Eric is out, it's gonna be just you and me.
— What?
— Yeah, he had to go see his family. Do you still want to...?
All this time Mike and I had never touched each other, but I had seen him. And he was looking at me the way he looked at Eric, with the same hunger. And that made me feel...
...small.
There was this unwavering confidence on Mike, the certainty that he was on top and stronger, the best man here. That he was above me. And for some reason that made me feel below him. A part of me wanted to say no, but another part of me felt like I had no right to say no. He wanted to do this and that was enough.
He walked towards me and gently pushed me against the wall. I wasn't even attempting to resist. He was half an inch shorter than me, but right now I felt he was looming over me.
He took my shirt off and his hands began exploring my chest. He was not forceful or rough, it was almost like he knew he didn't have to be. The confidence of knowing he was in control was enough. You only need a show of power when you need to convince someone, but I was already convinced. Maybe I had always been. Maybe I had been destined to this since the first time I saw him getting sucked on the window.
He was taking control.
Dominating me.
Controlling me.
— Hey there... boy.
I'd heard him call Eric that multiple times before and I knew what that meant. Yes. That was his word of power, the word he used to establish his control, and there was only one right answer.
— Hey there, Sir.
It felt right. Giving him my respect felt just... right. He was in charge and we both knew it. I looked at him and I knew I could never be in charge.
— Come here.
He walked to the center of the living room and opened his pants. I had seen his cock many times before, but I had never seen him in relation to me. As something for me. There was just a feeling of power coming from him, a feeling of an urge to control. Just like Eric had awoken my dominant urges, Mike seemed to call directly to a submissive side of me that not even I had known before.
— Get naked, boy.
Yes. Naked.
I was just so focused on my feelings that I wasn't even able to think clearly.
Naked.
Naked, Sir.
— Get on your knees.
On my knees, Sir.
— Suck me.
Yes.
I didn't think about it, I just did it. His cock felt right inside my mouth not because it was a cock, but because it was his. He wanted me to suck him off. He wanted, that was enough.
I wasn't as talented as Eric. I wasn't able to take all of him in my mouth but I sure tried. I gagged on his dick. I licked it. I went up and down it's wonderful shaft, exploring it with my tongue, slobbering on it. It was just so easy to surrender to the experience of serving someone who acted like he had been born to be served.
— Fuck...! — he panted.
I smiled, still with his cock in my mouth.
— Do you want to fuck me... Sir?
He looked down at me.
— Do you want me to fuck you?
— Only if you make me.
He pulled my head back to make me look at him.
— Shut up and let's go to the bedroom.
This was my first time visiting their bedroom. There was the bed, and the bed had posts and on the posts there were handcuffs.
Mike pushed me on the bed, face down, and I felt the cold shackles on my wrists and my ankles. It was not just the restriction, it was more. Control. That was the word. The shackles symbolized his control over me. I found myself trembling, unable to control my own body.
I was just not in control here.
I felt his hands squirting lube in my ass and then opening it up. He was going to use me. He was going to use me and I was okay with it.
There was a second while he positioned himself that none of him was touching me, and for some reason there was also a burning hot intensity here. What if he decided to just leave me there? Would I be okay with it, simply because that was what he wanted?
Yes.
But it wasn't right now.
Right now, I felt the hot tip of his cock pressing against my ass. Gently, but firmly. It went back and then returned, a bit deeper. He was taking his time to open me up. I felt the need building up inside me, an emptiness that only he could fill.
I... I wanted to get fucked.
I could feel the moment when he was finally past the entrance of my ass and his cock sank deep inside me. A loud moan escaped my lips and I only knew when I was hearing it. The rest of me was focused on that feeling, his cock in my ass, fucking me.
I loved it.
— Sir...!
— You like this, boy? — he panted on my ear.
He didn't wait for my answer. He pulled out and got back inside me, thrusting faster and deeper. All I could do was moan. I wasn't thinking anymore, I was just a mass of desire and submission that existed to get fucked by him.
My own cock was twitching under my body and none of us cared. My ass and his cock, that was what mattered.
He was losing control too, fucking me deeper and faster, grabbing my body for leverage and going, going, going. Somehow I knew he was close to cumming and he would cum inside me, and the sole thought took me right to the edge. My cock was twitching wildly, ready to cum too.
— Please, Sir. Please let me cum?
— You want to cum, boy?
— Yes... please...
And then he grabbed my cock and the touch of his hand was the last spark I needed. I felt myself cum violently on his hand and my ass clamping on his cock was the last spark he needed, and he began dropping load after load of cum inside me.
I may have even lost consciousness, I don't know. The feeling of him releasing me brought me back to my senses, and then he came back and held on to me, and somehow the feeling of his hairy chest made me feel safe and cared for.
— Thank you, boy.
— Thank you, Sir.
This felt different. It was after the haze of lust had passed, and yet I still felt bound to him. His control was not just sexual, he just knew how to find the submissive side and wake it up and bind it to him.
He kissed me.
For the first time ever, I kissed a man and it felt right.
He then took his phone from the bedside table and called.
— Eric? You can come home now. All good.
— What? I thought he...
— I sent him away because I wanted to try this with you. And I will say... it seems to have worked. Didn't it?
— Yes. — I said, pressing myself against his chest.
— Yes what? — He teased me. But we both knew, the answer would be sincere.
— Yes, Sir.
***
My name's Ethan.
I got a really nice apartment on top of the stairs of an almost empty building. It's good, I like not having any upstairs neighbors, with their noise and their walking and their thumping.
I have neighbors across the stairs, though. Half a flight down. Three dudes, Mike, Eric and Don. They're gay, of course, just looking the way Don looks at the other two you can see it. But they're nice.
I just hope they're not the kind of guys who make noise while they fuck or like to do that in public or all that. Not that I have anything against dudes banging each other, but I would rather not to take part on that.
