Published: July 18th 2025, 3:29:03 pm
THE CONDOM BROKE
The knock at my door was unexpected, especially late on a Saturday evening. When I opened it, there he was—my neighbor, the man I had tried to avoid thinking about too often. He stood there, slightly hesitant, and looking incredibly sexy as usual.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I’d intended.
His eyes went through mine as if he prepared what he was about to say. “Boyfriend is away for the weekend,” he said softly, with that masculine voice that he knows it turns me on so much. I knew what he meant by that, he’s got an open relationship, I met his partner and we all get along, sometimes we have a foursome all together. I also have an open relationship, so we all share and tell each other. Oliver and I are the insatiable walking horny ones, and our couples allow us to spend time together as mutual agreement.
Seeing him at the door knowing what he wanted, I only could think all the things I could do to him but I wasn’t entirely sure if I should cross that line, at the end of the day he is my neighbour, and he’s got a boyfriend now, but he said exactly what I wanted to hear. “You wanna fuck?”
The air between us was suddenly charged. I didn’t know what to say. His presence was a swirl of emotions—curiosity, guilt, and something far more primal.
I hesitated, every rational thought telling me to close the door. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Instead, I nod my head for invitation, I stepped aside, and he walked in, his hand grabbed my neck and pushed my head towards his lips.
Before I could second-guess myself, we were already kissing passionately. His lips found mine in that passion that quickly deepened as if years of restraint were unraveling in an instant.
We stumbled toward the bedroom, our movements a mix of urgency and hesitation. He pushed me against the wall, I pushed him against the other side of the wall. We lost completely all sense of control. Clothes were shed like layers of horniness, piece by piece, until there was nothing left between us but bare skin and unspoken desire. We sucked each other off, his cock is as delicious as I remembered. But then he made me stop and his hand stuffed his pocket in order to take a condom out. I couldn’t believe it, since he’s been with his boyfriend he keeps using that plastic that doesn’t allow me to feel my cock inside him. He believes that if there’s a condom there’s not much of a cheating as I’m just fucking plastic. But at that time I didn’t care of anything else than continuing firing that passion and satisfy my libido.
As we fell onto the bed, his touch sent shivers across my skin, his hands tracing paths that felt both foreign and familiar. Our breaths mingled, the room filling with the quiet symphony of sighs and loud moaning.
What began with hesitation gave way to something unrestrained and raw. It wasn’t just the physical connection—it was the way his ass lingered on me, on his four, bouncing on my cock, feeling the pleasure and looking back finding my eyes as if searching for reassurance that this moment was real, that it mattered and I reassured him in a cuddle while kissing and perforating him.
However, during penetration I heard a pop sound and a shift of pressure in my bellend, a relieve of friction and a shocking disturbance when I realised what happened. We suddenly stopped, both of our faces panicked.
THE CONDOM BROKE
I went to get a new condom but Oliver would not let me move: “fuck it, keep going” he said. It’s been such a long time and finally I could fuck him properly! The way it feels when he squeezes his ass is completely out of the world. I turned him around to see his face, I removed that plastic now cock ring, and I slid my curved erection all the way inside him. There was no more stops, I could bang him for hours. Take every position. I moved him to my favourite one: the cuddle-fuck, cause I can feel him all mine, I can kiss and bite his neck, grab him like my boy and I always turn him on top of me and screw his hole deep. But I knew he wanted to see my face if I was to come, so I kept humping him on missionary until we both discharged our load on his abs. That face he gives me of pleasure is why I always want to do it all again.
I rubbed all of our milked with my hand, I licked his phallus and when it was over, I laid on top of him, tangled together in the aftermath, the silence was comfortable, like the pause after a long-forgotten melody had been played again.
“I missed how you make me feel,” he admitted quietly, his voice breaking the stillness.
I didn’t have an answer, but for the first time, I didn’t feel the need to. For now, the present was enough.