Love Thy Neighbour

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

The growl of the motorbike woke me once again. Maybe I should have been used to it by now, considering the fact that it had been happening every single night for the last year. I lay there, my eyes stinging and my jaw clenched.

I’d always been a light sleeper, and my parents had thought that I was making it all up the last time I told them that our neighbour returned home at all hours of the night with his stupidly loud fucking motorbike, so I stopped telling them.

The light lit up my bedroom as Trey pulled into his drive. Why couldn’t he just get a car like everybody else? Why did he have to be such a douchebag who continuously made me late for college?

I listened as the engine died, and listened again when he cleared his throat and spat a wad of saliva onto the ground. I grimaced to myself, and imagined going out to confront him, but it was nothing more than fantasy.

Trey was a typical biker guy. He was in his forties, with a thick beard, an angry face, and a beefy body. The guy would fucking destroy me with his baby finger, but I could always dream.

I hated the guy almost as much as my dad did. There was something so seedy about him, and it didn’t help that he regularly brought young women back to his house, and of course, I’d spend the night listening to that too.

I closed my eyes again and pictured myself running out and putting it up to him. Maybe if I wasn’t nineteen and built like a blade of grass, I might have had the balls to do it, but I was, so my imagination would have to do.

Just as I began to fall back asleep, I heard the unmistakable sound. A heavy flow, spraying onto concrete that could only be one thing. I surged out of my bed, almost tripping over my own bedsheets, and rushed to the window where I was almost certain that I’d finally get to roar at the guy from a safe distance, but when I got there, my eyes widened.

Trey was indeed taking a piss, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. The guy stood there wearing his leather biker outfit and fingerless gloves, with tattoos scrawled across every square inch of his arms and neck, and in his hand, a cock the size of a baseball bat blasted a powerful stream of piss into my mom’s flower bed.

All I could do was stare at it. I was quite sure that I’d never seen a cock that size in my life, and then I noticed the glisten from a steel ring that was pierced through his thick cock head, and my jaw dropped.

Trey took a drag from his cigarette, and as he blew it up into the night sky, his eyes landed on mine, and I froze in fear. I couldn’t move as the two of us stared at each other. It was like the guy had put me under a spell, and I simply gawped at him as a devious grin spread across his face.

Finally, I snapped out of it and fell to the floor, shocked and horrified by everything that had just happened. Trey had caught me, and he almost looked happy about it.

I crawled back into bed and eventually heard his front door slam shut, but the rest of the night was spent tossing and turning, and thinking about the huge, pierced cock that the man had caught me staring at.

“You look exhausted, honey” Mom said the next morning, as I tried to keep my eyes open at the breakfast table. “Was the neighbour bothering you again?”

I considered telling her about the motorbike again, until the rest of the story came back to me and I shook my head instead.

“Nah, I think I’m coming down with something” I lied, “I better get to college”.

She smiled apologetically and kissed me on the head before leaving, and a few minutes later, I stepped outside, closed the door behind me, and froze when the stench of cigarette smoke wafted up my nostrils. I knew who it was immediately because nobody in my family smoked.

“Hope I didn’t wake ya’ last night” a rough, croaky voice said, and although my entire body was almost paralysed, I took a deep breath and slowly turned around.

Trey stood at his door, which was directly opposite ours, and puffed away on his cigarette. He wore a drab t-shirt under his leather jacket, and the same leather pants that he always wore.

“Huh?” I said, but my voice squeaked. “Oh, no, I didn’t hear a thing” I added, and made to walk away.

“Strange, that” he chuckled, rubbing his beard, “it’s just I swore I noticed somethin’… Guess I was seein’ things”.

“Guess so” I smiled, my cheeks burning. “I better get to college”.

Trey nodded, but I could tell by his snarling grin that he knew as well as I did, that I’d seen everything.

“Have a nice day” he called, and I quickly hurried off as he cackled behind me.

What the fuck was that all about?

I couldn’t take my mind off him for the entire day. Was he going to tell my folks that I’d been spying on him out the window? Surely he wouldn’t risk me telling them that he was literally pissing in my mom’s flowers, but then why had he even mentioned it? And why did the guy seem so excited by it?

By the time I got home, I was glad to see that his motorbike was nowhere to be seen, and both my parents were still in work. I hurried inside, slammed the door shut, and sighed with relief.

Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe Trey really hadn’t noticed me in the window. I decided to push it from my mind and less than an hour later, I’d almost completely forgotten about Trey and his giant, pierced cock, until the growl of his motorbike rumbled the house, and my heart raced.

I crawled toward the living room window like a complete idiot, and pulled back a corner of the curtain. Trey kicked the stand on the bike, and heaved himself off it before tightening his leather jacket around his bulging chest, and walking toward his garage.

I was being stupid now. I looked at myself as I hid behind the curtain and shook my head. “You’re such a fucking pussy, man” I sighed. “Hiding in your own damn house”. I almost laughed, until the pounding on my front door made me jump out of my fucking skin.

My blood ran cold as I remained in place with my eyes as wide as dinner plates. Our drive was empty, so it certainly wasn’t Mom or Dad, and nobody had walked by the window except Trey. I considered pretending that I wasn’t home, but my god damn bike was chained up outside, and he’d watched me leave on it that morning.

“Fuck!” I spat, as he pounded on the door again, and I quickly jumped to my feet and tried to calm myself down as I pulled open the door to find Trey standing there, smiling.

“Your old man home?” He asked, another cigarette hanging from his lip. How many cigarettes did this guy smoke?

“Uh… No” I said, trying to act reasonably normal, “no, he’s in work, but I can get him to call over when he’s home”.

“Nah” he said, clearing his throat and spitting on the ground again. “Can’t wait that long”.

I gave a polite nod, and silently willed him to go away, but his dark grey eyes remained firmly pinned to mine.

“You busy?” He asked.

“Me?” I swallowed “oh, uh… Yeah, I’ve got a ton of college work, man, and I really–”

“Great, come on” he said, and walked back toward his garage. I gawped at him. Did he just ignore literally everything I’d just said?!

“I uh… I actually am busy” I called after him, but he just continued to fucking walk! I rolled my eyes and growled to myself as I followed him, and a moment later we both stood in his garage.

“You’ve got skinny little twig arms” he said, eyeing me, “I need you to reach under there and grab that wrench”.

He was pointing at an old, beaten up truck that looked like it hadn’t seen the light of day in centuries. The wheels were gone, so the rusted piece of shit was sitting on the concrete, and Trey was pointing under it.

“That’s what you wanted my dad for?” I asked, knowing that my dad would lose his fucking mind if he heard that. Trey smirked but didn’t answer.

I considered telling the guy to find somebody else, but I remembered what happened the night before, and wondered if this was his way of agreeing to forget about it. As I got down to my hands and knees, I scoffed to myself. It wasn’t like it was my fault I’d seen the guy’s dick.

“I can’t see shit” I said, grunting as I slid my hand under.

“Well open your damn eyes, boy” he chuckled, and I could feel him standing behind me, watching.

A few struggling moments later, my hand landed on the cold steel, and I pulled it out, but when I turned around, I was met by a leather-clad crotch, inches from my face.

I froze for a moment, and felt the warmth of the butch man as he stood over me. The slightly ripe scent of his body filled my lungs, but rather than dwell on it, I quickly squirmed out from under him, and got to my feet.

“Here’s your… Whatever that is” I said, handing it to him. He smiled at me with that grin again.

“Good boy” he nodded, slapping the tool against the palm of his oil stained hand.

“I’m nineteen” I told him.

“You’re a boy, ain’t ya?” He scoffed, “or you hidin’ a pussy down there?”

I winced at the way he spoke. What adult even spoke like that?

“I better get going” I mumbled, and made to walk by him, until his muscular arm shot up and blocked my path.

“You in a hurry, boy?” He asked, as the stench of his sweat poured over me.

I ducked under him and walked quickly back toward my house. I heard him cackling once again as I reached my door and pulled it open.

“I’m just fuckin’ with ya, boy!” He howled after me, but I slammed the door shut and pressed my back against it, as sweat rolled down my face.

I wasn’t concerned with the fact that he’d blocked my path. What I was concerned about was the raging erection that was digging into my fucking leg!