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Vroom vroooommm...

Kong peeked out the window through the blinds. It was their hot neighbor going out in his BWM red crotch rocket. That thing looked like a sweet ride. What he wouldn't give to take it out for a spin. It was just past midnight, and most families in this sleepy neighborhood were already asleep. He had to wonder why a single man in his mid or late 30's like his neighbor would move into their boring neighborhood full of families and kids. He knew he himself definitely wouldn't want to be here if it weren't for summer break and his parents made him come back from college.

Actually, he's happy to have his new neighbor. He enjoyed every second of watching the man swim in the backyard pool, his pale porcelain skin almost blinding when the sun hit it just right, water dripping down his perfectly sculpted body every time he resurfaced, and his blue little speedo that wrapped around his perfect globes. Sometimes he watched from his bedroom window, and sometimes he peeked through the cracks of the fence that separated the two houses while he played basketball.

Even now, Kong could close his eyes and imagine both his hands grabbing each cheek and squeezing them together, and then spreading them apart again, over and over.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Kong, turn off your lights and go to sleep!"

"Yes, mom!"

Ugh! Life is so pathetic and boring at home. Three more weeks before he can go back to campus. How will he survive this?

Ping.

Kong reached for his phone. There was a message from Wad.

Messages

Wad: The Tang brothers are messing with Tew again. They messed up his mother's store.
12:47 am

Kong: What do they want now?
12:47 am

Wad: The Tangs got new rides and they challenged him to a race in the desert alley. But Tew's bike got fucked up just the night before. It must have been their doing.
12:48 am

Kong: Fucking snakes. When's the race?
12:48 am

Wad: Tomorrow midnight
12:49 am

Kong: Will Tew's bike be fixed in time?
12:49 am

Wad: I don't think so. I would race for him but my bike isn't fast enough against the Tang's new rides. I already know it.
12:50 am

Kong: We can't let the Tangs get away with this.
12:50 am

Wad: What are we going to do? You don't even have a bike now.
12:50 am

Kong: Don't worry. I'll think of something.
12:51 am

Kong huffed. What was he going to do? His father took away his bike and froze all his accounts after the last time he got in trouble. It was his last year in college and if he got in trouble again and couldn't graduate in time, his father was going to ship him away and have him watched 24/7.

Vroom vroom vroom...

Kong peeked out the window again. He just might have a plan.

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Kong checked to make sure the coast was clear and all the lights were out before he cracked open the gate. He had been pushing the heavy bike for a block already because he didn't want the noise to attract the owner's attention. He made sure not a scratch was made on the bike. Hopefully, the owner won't even notice the bike was ever gone.

Parking the bike on its stand, he had to open the garage door manually so it wouldn't make too much noise. He grabbed the handle of the garage door and pulled it up. Strange, the garage light didn't come on. Kong shrugged and carefully pushed the bike inside, trying his best to see in the dark and park the bike back to where it was before.

"Hello, Neighbor."

Kong froze as a series of light flashed in his face. He had to blink a few times to adjust his eyes before seeing a man sitting in a chair in the back of the garage. Shit! He was caught red-handed.

The garage door started closing and the dim light came on.

"Uh...I...I can explain, mister." Kong stuttered, looking at the man's piercing eyes.

"Yes, yes. Please do. I'm all ears. A good story to go with these pictures would be nice." The man smirked, looking at Kong from head to toe.

"I'm Kong...I live n-next door..."

"I know."

Kong watched the man get up from his seat. He didn't know if he should panic or not.

"And my friend was in a bit of t-trouble. So I...I borrowed your bike."

"Borrowed? I don't recall you asking for my permission. So, I'm sure it's considered stealing." The man started to take leisure steps with his hands in his pockets. He came closer and closer to Kong, one lazy step at a time.

"But I'm returning it. So, it's not really stealing." Kong's heart was hammering in his chest as the man approached him. The scent of the man's cologne wafted in the air with his every step.

The man smiled and stopped right in front of him, leaning forward a bit. "But it's definitely still a punishable crime for breaking in and taking what's mine. Don't you think?"

The man slowly walked around his bike, examining it for any scratches.

"Look, I'm sorry. It was just one time. I won't do it again," Kong said, watching the man examine the bike.

"I've heard you were a little trouble maker from your dad, and indeed you are."

"Please don't tell my dad. I'll do anything." Kong desperately pleaded. If his father found out, he might really be shipped away.

Wrapping an arm around Kong from behind, the man asked in a husky whisper against the shell of his ear, "Anything?"

Kong's breath hitched and a shiver ran down his spine as the man's hand around him slowly traveled down to his crotch.

"W-what are you doing?"

"I know you like watching me."

Kong gulped. "I...I didn't mean to mister."

"Don't lie. Of course, you did. Why else would you do it every day? And call me Arthit. I'm not that old." Arthit nuzzled his nose up and down the column of Kong's neck before giving the back of his ear a lick.

Kong gulped again.

"It's okay. Tell me, did you like what you saw?"

"Ahh..." Kong couldn't help but moan as Arthit squeezed his balls.

"Hm? Tell me."

"Yes...ahh." Kong moaned even louder as Arthit rubbed his now awakening cock that's stretching inside his pants.

Arthit grabbed the younger's face by the jaw and slammed his mouth against the other's. Hungrily he devoured those lips he's been fantasizing about for weeks. While the younger has been watching him swim every morning, he has been watching the younger play basketball shirtless in the yard. Oh, how he wanted to run his tongue all over the younger's tantalizing skin that glistened under the sun.

Kong couldn't believe what was happening. Was this a dream? Was his hot neighbor really shoving his tongue down his throat and tugging his cock through his pants?

Arthit turned the younger one around to face him. Kong was eagerly kissing him back. He grabbed on the hem of the younger one's t-shirt and swiftly pulled it over his head, breaking their feverish kiss for no more than a few seconds. His hands freely roamed all over the younger's body and groped his ass.

"Ngahh..." Kong moaned between their kisses when Arthit pinched his right nipple. God, was this really happening?

Arthit pulled away from Kong's mouth and kissed along his jaws to the back of his ear while his hands unbuttoned the younger's jeans and pushed them down, exposing his hard cock in the air. He roughly grabbed the cock and stroked it hard.

"Ahh...fuck!" Kong cried out with his eyes closed.

"It's more beautiful than I imagined." Arthit held the cock tightly, his thumb circling the head.

Arthit's mouth trailed further down the hot body, his tongue caressed and twirled around a nub before tugging it between his teeth.

"Ahh..." Kong cried again but the sting quickly dissipated when Arthit lapped and sucked on his nipple again. All the while Arthit's hand continued to roughly stroke him.

"Remove your pants."

Kong's eyes flew open and he met Arthit's lustful gaze. Arthit kept his eyes on the younger one as he removed his own shirt and pants in front of him.

Fuck! Kong couldn't believe his eyes. His hot neighbor was butt naked standing in front of him with his hard cock pointing at him.

"Are you just going to stare or remove your pants like I asked you to?"

Kong looked down to his jeans pooled at his ankles so he quickly kicked them off, but then he felt too exposed so he tried to cover his cock with his hands.

Arthit smiled, "Good boy. No need to be shy." He pushed Kong's hands away and grabbed both their hard cocks to stroke them together.

"Ngm...ah fuck." Kong moaned.

"You like that? Huh?" Arthit stroked faster with shallow breaths.

"Ahh...ahh...fuck yeah." Kong grabbed on to the older man's shoulders, throwing his head back. He could feel the heat coiling within his groins as Arthit stroked faster and faster. He was getting close.

With his eyes shut, the man smeared the droplets of their precum down their shafts while groaning and kneading the younger's ass with his other hand.

This was the strangest and most erotic encounter ever for the younger. He'd never imagined he would be frotting in the middle of the night with a stranger. Who knew his hot, dimple smiling, babyface neighbor would be this kinky?

The tight grip and the obscene wet sound of their now leaking hard cocks being stroked together was overwhelming and heady for the younger. It was too much.

"Ah, fuck..." Kong came with a shudder, his cum shot out in ribbons between their chests and into Arthit's hands.

"Beautiful." Arthit continued stroking until the very last drop came. "Get on my bike."

"Huh?" Kong was still lost in his high when Arthit's order came.

"Get on my bike," Arthit repeated.

Kong didn't know what Arthit wanted to do but he did as told with trembling legs. He got on the bike. The cold leather of the seat and the metal of the body sent a chill through his body. He'd never been on a bike naked like this. Fuck! This was surreal.

Arthit climbed on the bike behind the younger one. "You like riding my bike? How about riding my cock too?"

Arthit pushed Kong to lean forward on the bike, making the younger reach for the handlebars and raise his ass so he could spread the cheeks apart to slide his hard cock between them.

"Ahh...fuck," Kong moaned when he felt Arthit's cock rub against his hole.

"I'm clean, are you?" Arthit asked while he poked his leaking cock head at the younger's entrance.

"Yes," Kong answered, and then three fingers were prying in his mouth open.

"Suck on them, baby," Arthit told the younger while he kissed his back and rocked his cock between his cheeks. Once his fingers were coated he pulled them out, teasing the rim of the younger's hole.

Kong gasped as a finger pressed inside him, sliding in and out. Arthit's other hand continued to massage his cheeks. And soon a second and third finger was inserted and started stretching and scissoring him.

"Relax," Arthit said. His cock was hard as a rod and he couldn't wait to fuck the younger, but he needed to properly prepare him.

"Ahh..."

Arthit's fingers hit the younger's magic spot.

"Ready?"

"Mmm...yeah," Kong panted.

Arthit pulled out his fingers and rubbed his cock a few times, adding a bit of his own saliva to coat it before pushing it in the younger's hole.

"Ahhh...fuck," Arthit moaned as his head pushed through the amazing rim of tight muscles.

Kong squeezed his eyes shut and choked on air as Arthit's cock pushed all the way in. He would never in a million years have thought that he would get fucked like this.

Arthit held back with much restraint. He wanted to give the younger a moment to adjust to him.

"Y-you can move now," Kong said with a shaky voice.

That was all Arthit needed to start pounding away. Grabbing Kong by the nape with one hand and holding his waist with the other, Arthit thrust hard and fast without holding back. He closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of the younger's tight and warm hole engulfing his cock. Thrusting himself in and out, losing all coherent thoughts as all his blood rushed to his cock.

Both men were a moaning mess.

Kong's whole body rocked as Arthit pounded vigorously in him, hitting his prostate relentlessly, making him delirious from the pain and the pleasure. His own hard cock was trapped and rubbing between the leather seat and his stomach. He was getting close again. Fuck! How did this night turn out like this?

"Ahh...A-Arthit," Kong called out the man's name for the first time as he came again all over the bike.

Arthit lost it hearing the younger call out his name. "Ahh...fuck...I'm coming," Arthit said as he grabbed the younger by the hips and thrust harder and faster until he came hard with a shiver, filling the younger to the brim.

When his orgasm subsided he laid on the younger's back with his cock still twitching deep inside the younger to catch his breath.

"That should teach you to not steal my bike again."

With a little smirk Kong replied, "If I would have known this would be the punishment, I would have stolen it earlier."

Arthit chuckled at the cheeky brat. "Your punishment isn't over yet. Your mother told me you still have three more weeks of break. You will come over and wash my bike tomorrow."

"Yes, mister Arthit."

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AN: Sweets, this shot is dedicated to my Queen Lizzsherry. Happiest birthday to you. 🥳 You are strong and you are beautiful. We are all going through tough times but if anyone can come out stronger, that's you. Wishing you lots of love, happiness, and good health. 😘

I'm sorry if this story was cringy and lame. I don't know how to write hot smut. But I really tried. I swear. The struggle is real. 😢

Curtsy,
Lana ❤️