Banged My Neighbor (II)

The concrete of the balcony floor bit into Liam’s knees as Ryan’s thick cock stretched his mouth wide. The night air was warm but carried a faint breeze that cooled the saliva dripping down his chin. Twelve floors above the city streets, with lights from neighboring buildings and passing cars below, the risk made Liam’s heart hammer violently. Anyone with a telescope, a late-night insomniac in the opposite tower, or even someone looking up from the sidewalk could potentially witness this.

Ryan didn’t seem to care. He gripped Liam’s hair tighter, hips rocking forward to feed more of his heavy, veined cock deeper into the younger man’s throat. “That’s it… fuck, your mouth feels better than I imagined. Been watching you on this balcony for weeks, jerking off thinking about shutting you up like this.”

Liam gagged wetly around the girth, tears pricking his eyes from the depth. His own cock strained hard against his shorts, leaking into the fabric. The humiliation of being on his knees in a public-adjacent space warred with a dark thrill he couldn’t deny. Ryan’s muscular thighs flexed under his hands, tattoos shifting with every thrust. The whiskey buzz mixed with adrenaline made everything feel hyper-real.

After several minutes of relentless face-fucking, Ryan pulled out abruptly, strings of saliva connecting Liam’s swollen lips to the glistening shaft. He hauled Liam up by the armpits and spun him around roughly, bending him over the metal railing. The railing pressed cold against Liam’s stomach as Ryan yanked his shorts and underwear down to his ankles in one motion.

“Stay quiet,” Ryan growled low against his ear, biting the lobe hard. “Don’t want anyone hearing what a desperate slut the new neighbor is.”

Liam’s hands gripped the railing tightly, knuckles white, as Ryan spat on his hand and slicked his massive cock. Two thick fingers pushed against his hole without warning, breaching the tight ring and scissoring roughly. The burn was immediate and sharp. Liam bit his forearm to stifle a cry, the city sprawled out beneath him like a glittering witness.

“Virgin-tight,” Ryan muttered approvingly, adding a third finger and pumping them deep. “Gonna ruin this ass tonight.”

Before Liam could fully adjust, Ryan withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the fat head of his cock. He pushed in relentlessly — slow but unstoppable — stretching Liam wider than he’d ever been. The pain flared hot and intense, forcing a muffled whimper from his throat.

“Fuck… so goddamn tight,” Ryan groaned once he bottomed out, heavy balls pressed against Liam’s. He stayed buried deep for a long moment, grinding in circles, letting the younger man feel every throbbing inch. Then he started moving — long, powerful drags out followed by brutal slams back in.

Each thrust rocked Liam forward against the railing, his body dangling slightly over the edge. The danger of the height combined with the raw fucking made his head spin. Ryan’s hips snapped with dominant force, one hand gripping Liam’s hip hard enough to bruise while the other reached around to stroke his leaking cock roughly.

“Feel that?” Ryan taunted, breath hot against his neck. “Taking neighbor dick on the balcony like a whore. Bet you’ve been lonely over there, jerking off thinking about real men.”

Liam’s moans grew harder to suppress as Ryan hammered his prostate with devastating accuracy. Pleasure-pain blurred together. His cock throbbed in Ryan’s fist, leaking steadily. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with distant city noise — car horns, faint music from somewhere below — creating a surreal soundtrack to his submission.

Ryan picked up speed, fucking him harder, deeper. The railing creaked under the force. Liam’s legs trembled, barely holding him up. Ryan bit down on his shoulder, leaving a dark mark, then whispered filthy promises.

“Gonna fill this hole every night you can’t sleep. Come over whenever I text. You’re my midnight stress relief now.”

The degrading words pushed Liam over the edge. He came hard with a choked sob, shooting ropes of cum over the railing and down toward the street below. His hole clenched violently around Ryan’s thick cock.

“Fuck yes,” Ryan snarled, slamming in deep one final time. His cock pulsed powerfully, unloading thick, hot jets of cum deep inside Liam. The volume was impressive — pulse after pulse until it overflowed and leaked down Liam’s thighs.

Ryan stayed buried, grinding lazily to push his seed deeper. But he wasn’t done.

He pulled out with a wet pop, cum immediately dripping from Liam’s wrecked hole. Spinning him around, Ryan pushed him down to his knees again and fed his spent cock back into his mouth.

“Clean it. Taste your ass and my load.”

Liam obeyed dazedly, sucking the messy shaft while Ryan petted his hair possessively. After a few minutes, Ryan hauled him up and marched him inside the apartment, balcony door left open.

“Bedroom. We’re not finished.”

The rest of the night blurred into a marathon of rough claiming. Ryan fucked him on the couch, bent over the kitchen counter, and finally in the bed — multiple loads, different positions, constant dirty talk about ownership and future visits. By the time dawn approached, Liam was a trembling, cum-soaked mess, hole gaping and leaking, body marked with bites and bruises.

Ryan finally let him rest, pulling him close with a dark whisper. “Same time tomorrow night. Or I’ll come knock on your door… and I won’t be gentle about it.”

Liam nodded weakly, already knowing he’d return.

The neighborly visits had begun — and there was no turning back.