The Dude Upstairs

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After a few rough up and down years, starting with the break up of me and my fiance, moving across country to get away from him and then finally losing the job that had allowed me to make such a gargantuan move times had been hard. However, after couch hopping for a bit I was finally able to find a job I love and make the first foray back out on my own. I had found a room for rent on Craigslist. The ad was for a cheap room in a large house in an old historic part of the city. I immediately met up with the owner of the building checked it out and it seemed pretty ideal. A house made of young professionals all in their 20s (though I had just turned 30) and everybody kept to themselves. The rooms were spacious, a large updated kitchen, 420 and LGBTQ friendly (both noted specifically in the ad) it really seemed like a great holding place until I was able to move onto something better.

A friend helped me move in, my room was cute but spacious and honestly everything was great. I had no seen anybody but heard foot steps and showers running. One night after I got off work late I heard the smoke alarm in the kitchen go off for a moment but that was the worst of it. Honestly, I could not help but roll my eyes it seems like every rental I have ever lived in had a smoke detector that would go off if the toaster was set too high. But things were fine and normal. Eventually, I met the two girls that lived on the first floor and they were cute and sweet, seemed very much the stereotypical “fag hag” types which is not my favorite type of person but whatever it was fine nonetheless.

Anyway, one Sunday night I was stuck at work especially late and didn't get home until about 2am, I cautiously made my way to my room not wanting to disturb anyone with my late entry, came in, took my clothes off, put something on Hulu and laid down in the dark. There was a pause in what I was watching and that is when I heard noises upstairs. It was a heavy and continuous movement. I paused the show. Someone was fucking. I had a moment of irritation, thinking, “Shit, guess I will have to put in earbuds and listen to a podcast until it stops”. But then, I really listened for moment while I tried to find my earbuds in my coat pocket. Someone was FUCKKIINNGG. It was loud, rhythmic, it sounded down right impressive. I didn't really get a choice in what happened next. My dick sprung to attention.

I pulled up some erotica on my phone to read through but honestly, it was unnecessary. I heard girl moan, wail? Wail. She was wailing in ecstasy. This seemed to egg-on whoever was fucking her. What I thought sounded like intense pounding got harder, more ferocious. I laid there slowly jerking my cock and realized this real life auditory spectacle had me on the edge of cumming within a minutes time. Then it stopped. Was it over? I refocused my energy back to my phone and then it started again. Soft. Slow. She started moaning again and I heard a deep masculine moan. He began to build steam and was right back at inhuman, machine like jack hammering. Which reached a new crescendo, this time the fucking was so intense I saw the ceiling start to bow, I was a bit concerned that in this old house it might give. I came. Just like that. I didn't really have any say in it and was a bit disappointed with myself, though not disappointed in my ejaculation. It had sprayed over my head and hit my head board, covered my face and knew I had to change my shirt. I was completely covered in my own cum. The show continued to roar on upstairs. I started to watch what I had cued but after a half hour episode the whole thing upstairs continued and in the pause between episodes I had gotten enough of a show that I was hard again. Just as I stared to jerk off the thumping stopped. “Well fuck it, if there's now show I am not jerking again” and just as that thought crossed my mind the girl let out an inhuman scream. To say she had cum might be an understatement and as she reached the fever pitch the pounding started again. She kept letting out these inhuman cryptid like moans, screeches, and wails. While it sounded like a freight train was passing by overhead. I had cum again but this time I never went flaccid. Still edging, my cock soaked with precum and cum, I edged and edged while he was put on a show unlike anything I had ever witnessed in my life. Finally, I heard him roar and it stopped. I quickly tugged out my third shot, looked at the clock and saw it was 530am, and that dim light was breaking through my blinds.

The next evening after I got off work my boyfriend and I went out for cocktails. I regaled him with the story of the previous night into morning. He found the whole things hot and hilarious and kept pressing pressing me about the man we have deemed “fuck machine upstairs”.

“How have you not seen him?”

“I work opposite hours of everybody”

“Yeah, I guess but still it has been what three weeks since you moved in and you haven't seen anybody?”

“Just those girls, and the landlord told me those were the only girls so I know everybody else is a guy, I think the guy is a musician but that is all I know”

“ I hope he is hot”

“What does it matter if he is hot if he can put on a show like that?”

“It makes it a better show in my mind”

“What does he looks like in your mind?”

“ I guess some well hung, surfer dude with messy blond hair” He laughed a bit at my fantasy.

“I hope he is fucking ugly. You know that is how it goes, he has six inches at best”

“NOBODY has just six inches and fucks like that”

“Sure...”
 

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Over the next few days he kept asking me about Fuck Machine but it wasn't until the next Sunday (I was stuck closing, again. And once again I had a show for the ages. And then, the same thing Wednesday. I had started paying attention to the foot steps coming down from the third floor. That is when I started to learn that Fuck Machine clearly did not give a fuck. He stomped heavily everywhere he went, belched and farted loudly passing through the hallways, slammed doors. To me, this spoke to a certain masculine confidence. An I do not give a fuck attitude, brought on by his macho confidence and that made the whole thing hotter, somehow.

I was off the upcoming Saturday which was nice. I had bought a few beers and my boyfriend had given some greenery so I was in my happy place when I went downstairs for a cigarette. There was a guy already outside having a cigarette. A tall, frumpy, bespectacled, bearded man of maybe 25 with that sort of stoner paunch and a plain face. He was in a wrinkled t-shirt, untied boots and baggy blue wranglers.
“Hey! I am Jay! I live on the second floor” I introduced myself, jovially, an upbeat and perky demeanor fueled by a lack of lucidity.

“Oh Hey, dude! I am Keith I am on the third floor” He was very nice and upbeat.

Was this him?

Cool to see someone else is a smoker, I was kind of self conscious coming out here” I tried to push normal conversation forward. We both laughed.

“Nah man everybody is pretty chill here.”

Just then, a car pulled up on the street and a beautiful blond girl came out. She was very well dressed and she walked up and kissed him. Without a word he went inside. I was pretty much done with my smoke so I followed them in. I realized by foot steps they were headed not just to the third floor but to the room above mine. I immediately texted my boyfriend and went about my day. About an hour later the show started up. I couldn't believe it. I also couldn't believe my boyfriend had been right, he is irritating that way.

Over the next week I had managed to run into the both of them multiple times until one night. I heard a fight, she left and he was left sobbing. My shows had stopped and I was back to pornhub. I had started to see Keith around more and he turned into the person I ran into the most around the house. But I never really caught a glimpse of what he was packing and his girlfriend not around our walls (or floors/ceilings, rather) were not thin enough for me to hear him jerking it.

One morning I was making myself pancakes when Keith passed through the kitchen to do some laundry. He stopped to talk to me for a minute and I had asked if he wanted any pancakes and he did (who really can pass up a labor free pancake). I noticed as turned from the stove that he was in nothing but ratty old pair of Hanes or Fruit of Loom boxers. Not sure the brand but it was definitely some straight dude bullshit. Super thin cotton with a button fly, the type you can buy in multi-packs at dollar store. I know I gave myself away. There is no way I didn't. While his dick didn't look huge, it was certainly visible and certainly not small. I regained composure and kept talking to him. He was bitching about the internet going out the other night and his xbox not reconnecting, but I was having such a hard time not trying to steal another glace. He was talking, I was sort of listening but I was more suspended in a moment of plot. How can I discretely catch another glance? I knew I would probably not have another chance to see his junk. We finished out pancakes and parted ways. I immediately went up stairs and jerked off, to what was nothing but a quick glance at mildly above average junk but somehow something about him had my libido on 11.

After my jerk session I went out for a cigarette while I was out there Keith came outside, this time in sweats. While we talked I noticed scratching his balls which caused me another glimpse of his junk. He kept doing it. Was it intentional? Was he baiting me? Of course not. That is stupid. He just a dumb straight boy scratching his nads.

I went back inside following the smoke and had to resist the urge have another three tug jerk off. When a lightbulb went off. I used to have an xbox and I still had a few games. When I sold it, I had meant to include them but yknow I am dumb and forgot a few. So I collected them and went upstairs. I had never been on the third floor of the building before. I saw the door I knew was Keith's. He asked who it was and told me to come in. He was in just his boxers again. No matter what happened I decided it was worth. But fuck, this dumpy dude had me so hot and bothered, it was unreal. I told him I had some games he could have.

“Dude, really?!”

“Yeah, I mean I am not gonna use them and I mean what, return them to gamestop for a nickel and a slap on the ass”

“fuck, right, dude. Hey let me give you some weed or something, you smoke, right?” He was genuinely appreciative and pulled out about an ounce just started to pull about big buds.

“You don't have to do that, man, just trying to be a good neighbor”

“Alright, there state farm you don't have to do that, either let me repay you. Hey wanna smoke a bowl with me too?” he stood up and started to go towards a large bong. When he stood up I saw his dick shift in his boxers. It looked bigger than before and he was not looking at me so I just eyed him the fuck up. It was maybe five inches, soft at best. But it swayed like a champ. I couldn't make out any balls. He came back sat down and patted the seat right next to him. With the bong between his legs he was about to light up. “Shit, dude, I am a bad host, you get greens”

I laughed, “Thanks, man”

After we finished we started to talk. Gave me the girlfriend left me spiel. And all that. Then he stood up again to clear out the slide. When he got up I noticed his dick looked bigger still. “So, dude, you got a girlfriend?”

“Oh I am gay but I do have a boyfriend” I nervously told him, not really knowing where things are gonna go.

“No shit! That's cool! You get to see much action?” He asked, he seemed sincerely curiously. I lived vicariously enough through his escapades maybe he was hoping he could live through mine.

“Not really. My boyfriend is mostly asexual but he will suck my dick or eat my ass for hours and I don't have to offer anything in return but” I tried to gather some courage “he doesn't like to be fucked, sucked or any of that so I have to look elsewhere for that and he is cool with that”

“Woah! What?! That is awesome! I also get what you mean though, you know half the fun is making someone cum” he chuckled adjusting himself “Like man, I love hearing a bitch moan on my cock, I am not one for eating pussy and ass but I don't need to”

Well... I was hard and my tongue felt like stone but it might have just been cotton mouth. “Uh... Keith you got anything to drink up here, getting cotton mouth I might need to grab some water”

“I got a case of mountain dew want a can” Of course he had a case of mountain dew.

“Sure, thanks, where is it”

“Ope, got it right here” he reached beside the couch, I had not noticed a mini fridge on the other side of him, he handed it to me. “I need more bud, bro, wanna join me for more”

“Sure”

He stood up and walked over to his bed, I was busy fiddling with my can so I didn't get another glimpse at his junk but I did his cute little butt. He had a wedgie so I got to see those perfect cheeks as he walked over. I saw him grab a bigger bong. As he walked his dick looked even bigger than before, this time clearly a semi-erect not just a big softie. By this point it was starting to pull the waistband away from his body. We smoked some more and that is when he started in on missing fucking. He was telling me how he loved it and how he would jerk off twice before he fucked so he could last for a long time.

“ So I have heard' I interjected his proud little tirade.

“What?” He looked confused “Wait you could hear me fucking, dude, I am so sorry”

“ I mean it is fine it sounds like you can certainly bring your game face” I laughed, trying to maintain a relaxed confidence but I could feel myself blushing and could feel my sticky, sticky dick begin to regain its hardness.

“Ha! Wow! Thanks, dude. Your room was empty for so long I didn't even think about it. I hope it wasn't weird to you, like being gay hearing straight people have sex”

“Well, I can tolerate sick, alternative lifestyles” I flashed him a grin “Honestly, I mean it was kind of hot, not to sound creepy and like I am not hitting on you or anything” God, I was a mess. I had no idea what I was doing at this point.

“So you think I am hot” he smiled. Suddenly he was looking less frumpy. His eyes flashed and sparkled his smile was handsome and confident. It put me at ease. Brought my own confidence back.

“I didn't say that, exactly you know hearing someone fuck is hot, like yknow you watch porn right”

“All the fucking time, dude, especially now. So you think hearing me fuck is like watching porn”

“Yeah, I suppose I do. Maybe better, you know listening to music is fun but a concert is better” to say I was hard at this point would be under selling the point. If I didn't jerk off or at least change positions soon I think my dick was going to be permanently glued to my leg.

“I could go for a putting on a concert at this point.” He leaned back and his dick was pulling his cheap boxers from his body. He reached down and shook it a bit and then kept his hand on it, gripping it hard, releasing and gripping it again.

“That looks pretty impressive” I tried to fake a laugh but my nerves betrayed me.

“Oh it is” He stood up and dropped his boxers. I realized now that what was a barely above average softie was a grower, a very serious grower. His balls hung almost exactly as low as his semi-hard eight inches. I lost it. I threw myself on my knees in front of him and shoved that whole thing down my throat. “Fuck, dude!” he moaned. I sucked hard, pulling it all the way out until the head and slowly slurped the throbbing, growing member back down. It grew harder and probably reached a bit over nine inches. Once it reached its full hardness I pulled it out and started in on those low hanging balls. Letting his fat dick rest across my face. Precum dripping down my right cheek as I slurped, licked and coddled those beautiful nuts. My focus kept changing while he grunted and moaned. His dick was so slippery, I could not believe the sheer amount of precum. It was a veritable fountain. He was honestly precumming more than probably 90% of the men I know can cum in two days. I used the precum to slick his cock up. Pumping with both hands and running my tongue around his pronounced ridge. “Jesus fuck dude, what are you even doing” Out of nowhere he collapsed backward onto the couch. “Please keep going. I need this” I grabbed his legs and threw them over my shoulders and dove into his hairy ass. He let a pitched squeal out. “Dude, what are you doing” I dove in hard, flicking my tongue up inside his virgin hole, while jerking his fat dick with one hand. I felt his fat nuts resting against my neck while I had him in this contorted position.


When I came up for air he grabbed my shirt and pulled me to his face. He kissed me. This shocked me. “Come on” he whispered “Over to the bed” he led me over and pushed me down. I looked at his slick cock and noticed it was STILL dripping precum. Jesus! He really was a fuck machine. He pulled his shirt off and then mine, I took my pants off and he kissed me again. Our hard cocks pressed together, our precum mixing together. He tackled me onto the bed. “I need to fuck you”

I looked into this eyes “Please” and he buried his face into my neck. I started to moan without much concern about who heard what. He pulled off of me and sat up. He looked sort of weird and disproportionate his fat, nine and a half inches, slick inches bobbing out of skinny thighs, hit hairy potbelly just over head and those pendulous nuts just resting on the bed. He smiled at me and then reached over to his nightstand pulled out some lube. And slicked his cock up (if it wasn't so big it probably didn't even need it). Then covered two of his fingers in lube and shoved them inside me. I moaned slightly, I was so ready I so close to just tackling him and riding it. I leaned over me and started to put the fat head in. It slipped in and my dick which, what I thought as hard it would ever get in my life seemed to throb and getting harder. He slowly pressed his dick in, as it made its way inside our bodies got closer and closer. Once he was in balls deep he lifted my bottom half up a bit and began to pound. His balls were so big they weren't even smacking my ass but more my back. We fucked like this for a bit before he leaned in close and pushed me into more of a traditional missionary style and that is where he let loose. He fucked me like a mad man. My dick seemed to throb with every thrust. Bouncing between the two of us. After a while my dick felt like it was on fire. I had not touched it yet but I had a hunch that if I did, I would ruin everything. My dick was bouncing between him and me, thwacking him in the chest and bouncing of my stomach. Between our bodies was a mix of sweat and a thick coating of precum.

“Keith. You need to stop. I am going to cum”

“Fucking cum baby! Daddy's gonna make you cum”

“Fuck” I whimpered, I never felt so helpless and powerless. This straight boy had reduced me to a ball of hormones. I felt his balls on my ass. He was obviously getting close to cumming.

“Daddy's gonna cum, where do you want it bitch”

“Breed me” with those words I erupted and started to moan like I have never in my life. Grabbing at his neck shoulders in head. My entire body shook. I felt everything and nothing at all. Suddenly I felt something new. He was cumming in me. And cumming. He slowly pulled his still concrete cock out of me and I realized he was still cumming. He leaned back and unleashed three more shots. One reaching my face and the other two across my torso. God. He was more than a man. He was more than anything I had ever experienced. I looked down at myself. I was covered, completely painted in cum. I looked his still leaking still rock hard cock and so was he. That is when I realized I must have cum like a fucking race horse, too.

“ I need a cig” he said lifting himself up from the bed. He throw a crusty towel at me. My best guess is that it was his cum rag.
 

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Thanks for all the compliments. I had planned for this to be a complete story but think I have come up with a direction for another part. So hopefully tomorrow I can write it out. Once again thank you, I was super nervous about writing an erotic story.
 

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I lived below a 20something fresh outta college guy. He would fuck the shit out of his girlfriend from 1230 am to 5 am on the weekends. The floors were thin and the furnace shaft made their fucking sounds come in loud and clear. She’d squeal and he’d grunt loud and cum hard. One time it got quiet and then I could hear he was getting blown. He grunted and let out a moan and I heard her footsteps run to the bath room and then she gagged up, probably not a swallower. Then they showered.
It was hot to hear them fuck and provided many Nice JO sessions for me. But when I had enough I decided to crank my stereo really loud!!! They got the clue and settled down.
I ran into him at the mail box a while later and said a neighborly “hey how’s it goin?” He said that he was moving. I asked where. He told me he was moving in with his GF. I told him we’d miss him and his GF around here and it wouldn’t be the same Late at nights any more.
He blushed and said sorry. I said no worries it always sounded like a good time and I enjoyed myself too.
He laughed.
 

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Damn, a well written story! It’s rare to find that. And it’s obvious that you spent some time editing. You’re right, it’s complete. If you wanted to use the characters again I don’t think that would interfere with this stand-alone tale. But I’d rather read other encounters you’ve though about. The slow reveal of Keith’s whopper of a cock and that bonus of being a huge precummer/cummer had me rock hard and needing to unload! I precum a lot myself and am glad I wasn’t reading this anywhere public.
 
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