Hard Man Upstairs

By Will Richards

Our adult hero lives with his girlfriend below a very butch man who regularly "entertains" men by dominating them. He sees it one time and finds himself irresistibly drawn towards the world of men...especially when his girlfriend gives him a little push. Contains adult material and sexual encounters between consenting adults.

• Language: English
• Publisher: FHQ Books
• Release date: Jun 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310884436

Will Richards

Will Richards has been writing erotica for many years. He is especially excited about moments that remind him of his own time learning about his sexuality, when he discovered that being straight was not the only way to be. In particular, he loves to tell tales of that sweet moment when you realise that it is okay to give into something that's naughty when you are so turned on, even if it means loving another man.

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Hard Man Upstairs

By Will Richards

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are consenting adults and are over the age of 18. This work is intended for adults and contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts. See endnotes for full legal disclaimer.

Hard Man Upstairs

I looked at his monster cock that was just in front of my face, could smell it, feel the heat emanating from it. My girlfriend was downstairs, not more than twenty feet from where I was kneeling. Of course she didn't know what I was doing, what I was becoming…I was becoming a faggot, a slave to cock. Here is how it happened.

My name is Patrick, and me and my girlfriend Janey have just moved into a new flat in a pretty nice part of town. I couldn’t have afforded it on my own, but she has a pretty high-octane job, working at one of the big investment banks. This also means that she travels from time to time. I mostly work from home; I’m an architect.

We hadn’t met our upstairs neighbors, but we had heard them. Whoever the guy was who owned that flat was a sex machine…when he went at it, it would last and last, and it was noisy too. I figured he must be making some girl happy, real happy.

Jane and I would joke about the sexual antics upstairs, and I struggled to remain competitive, but just could never go on as long as our upstairs neighbors did. One day, Jane informs me that she thinks actually that maybe our upstairs neighbor is gay. She said she saw him with a guy who looked kind of faggy. No way, I said, kind of shocked, and not quite believing it. When I met him, he didn’t seem gay at all, but more like a genuine guy, manlier than most, but not what I thought of as gay. He was well built, and good looking, maybe even a little rugged looking. He introduced himself as Tony, and shook my hand. It was a big hand, a strong hand.

It wasn’t long though before I got sight of something that made me think maybe he was gay after all. It was one night while Jane was out of town on some business trip, and I was getting ready for bed. Our bedroom window looks over the back garden, one that all the flats in our house have access to. I wasn’t totally sure, but I thought I could make out Tony sitting in the garden, leaning back, hands behind his head, and someone was between his legs. I couldn’t tell at first whether it was a man or a woman, but it sure looked like Tony was getting a blow job.

Now if there is one thing in the world that turns me on, it’s a blow job. I was crazy about Jane in every way, but blowjobs were just one thing she would never do. She said she thought it was demeaning, and she didn’t like the taste of it. This was a major let down to me, but there was really nothing I could do about it. So the sight of a girl (and maybe even a guy!) down on her knees sucking cock actually turned me on quite a bit. I thought how lucky Tony was.

I turned out the bedroom lights so he wouldn’t be able to see me, and pulled my pants down, freeing my hardening cock, and began to stroke it. I was pretty sure that he wouldn’t be able to see me. I was getting pretty turned on, and closer and closer to cum-ing, really going at it, and stroking myself. I was imagining a beautiful blonde on her knees in front of me, sucking me off.

Just when I was about to climax, I could swear that he looked right at me, and then I was convulsed by my orgasm, and felt my white cum spurt over and through my fingers, and all the time he seemed to be watching as I shuddered with each spasm of my body.

As I backed away from the window, I thought I could hear him laugh, and then I saw that the person between Tony’s legs was a man, as he turned around to look…he had a big smile on