Last night I was doing some serious clamping. I had the ceiling light off and the IR on. I had a huge veiny boner like a thick mast with a rosy plump head swaying above my little body. It was probably about eight inches long and 6.5 inches thick.
My neighbors are shits. They live above me and the stair case leading to the second level runs next to my bedroom window. They are a young spoiled couple who drive expensive cars, stomp around a play their music loud enough for me to hear the words.
Well, as they climbed the stairs last night I hear the female shriek quickly followed by a “oh my god” with an inquisitive twinge.
I forgot to close the shades.
I turned my head as they scurried up the remainder of the stairs.
My heart quickened and I felt embarrassed but that quickly subsided as I realized that they had caught a glimpse of a massive meaty fuck tool and not a turtled little baby’s penis.
The whole thing turned me on a little. I popped a Viagra and told my wife how beautiful she is. Then I gave her a back rub. Then I took out the trash and did the dishes.
My wife looses control in bed rather easily so we work to keep it quit. We are sensitive and quiet folk and we don’t want to subject the neighborhood to our intense big cocked sex but last night I decided to extend the fore play. Then. Then I went deep and hard. We made love like it was our last time and it was loud. I was dresser shaking loud. The kind of ecstatic mournful whimpering that can only result from a thick hard mountain of a cock.
I come home from work today (yes, I work on Sundays) and I hear music from the street. It is coming from upstairs and I dreaded entering my apartment because I just wanted to relax. I slammed the front door and something amazing happened. The music was turned down. I couldn’t believe it.
I began to feel the ugliness in my mood begin to break up. I took a look at my messy apartment and began gathering clothes to do a load of laundry. As I approached my front door I heard foot steps on the stairs. I opened the door and he froze. Then resumed his slowed decent. He had a small white bag of trash positioned in front of his crotch as if he was naked and shamed. We both made our way to the back of the building. I was in front and he was in back and to avoid looking anxious I slowed my pace. He slowed his pace as well until we were both practically crawling.
I turned to him and said, “hi.”
He replied, “hi” in a weak crackling voice like a groan man going through puberty in reverse. The small bag of trash was still awkwardly positioned in front of his crotch and his knees were turned inward as if he had to twinkle or like Alice clicking her ruby red slippers. There is no place like home.
That’s the power of a big dick.
