After-Hours Lease

The second I saw him bent over the desk in the empty office, my cock twitched hard against my jeans. Mark was the new tenant who'd just signed for the unit next to mine, all broad shoulders and tight ass in those faded work pants. I'd come back after hours to grab some forgotten blueprints and found him still there, shirt sleeves rolled up, cursing at a jammed drawer. Tension crackled between us like static the moment our eyes locked across the dim room.

"Hey, neighbor," I said, voice low as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. The lock clicked louder than it should have.

Mark straightened, wiping sweat from his brow. His dark eyes raked over me, pausing at the obvious bulge I wasn't bothering to hide. "Liam, right? You always sneak up on guys after closing time?"

"Only the ones who look like they need a hand." I crossed the room in three strides, close enough to smell his clean sweat and faint cologne. My heart hammered. "That drawer giving you trouble?"

He smirked, but his breathing had already changed. "Yeah. Everything's fucking stuck tonight." His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower. "Including me, apparently."

Desire hit me like a freight train. I grabbed his tie and yanked him in, our mouths crashing together in a hot, messy kiss. Tongues slid, teeth nipped. He tasted like coffee and pure want. My hands roamed down his back, squeezing that firm ass I'd been eyeing for weeks.

"Fuck, Liam," Mark groaned against my lips, grinding his hardening cock against my thigh. "I've been thinking about this since I moved in. You watching me from your window like you wanted to bend me over."

"Yeah? Then bend over the desk, neighbor." I spun him around, shoving him down so his chest pressed to the cool wood. Papers scattered. My fingers worked his belt open fast, yanking his pants and boxers to his knees in one rough tug. His thick cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip, balls heavy and drawn tight.

"Shit, you're big," I muttered, dropping to my knees behind him. I spread his cheeks, tongue diving straight for his tight pink hole. He tasted musky, clean, addictive. I licked circles around his anus, then pushed inside, fucking him with my tongue while my hand reached around to stroke his throbbing dick.

"Oh god... yeah, eat my ass," Mark panted, pushing back against my face. His voice cracked. "Deeper. Fuck, your tongue feels so good in there."

I stood up, spit-slick and rock hard. My own cock was out now, eight inches of veiny meat pulsing in my fist. I rubbed the fat head up and down his crack, teasing his spit-wet hole. "You want this dick, Mark? Want your new neighbor to raw you right here where anyone could walk by?"

"Yes. Fuck me. Now." He reached back, spreading himself wider. "I need it. Been jerking off thinking about your cock splitting me open."

I didn't wait. Grabbing his hips, I pushed the swollen head past his ring. He gasped loud as I sank in inch by inch, his hot, velvety walls gripping me like a vice. The office filled with the wet sounds of my balls slapping his ass as I started thrusting harder, faster. Sweat dripped down my back. His moans turned into broken curses.

"Harder, Liam. Pound my fucking hole." Mark's hand flew to his own cock, jerking himself in time with my strokes. The desk creaked under us. I reached around, pinching his nipples through his shirt while I railed him deep, my balls smacking his taint.

We switched when his legs started shaking. I sat in the office chair, pants around my ankles. Mark straddled me reverse, lowering his stretched ass back onto my cock with a long, filthy moan. "Ride it," I growled, slapping his juicy ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. He bounced on me, muscles flexing, his own dick slapping wetly against his abs with every drop.

"I'm gonna cum," he gasped, head thrown back. His hole clenched around me like a fist. "Fill me up, Liam. Shoot it deep."

That pushed me over. I grabbed his waist, thrusting up wildly as my cock erupted. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded his guts, pulse after pulse. Mark cried out, his own load shooting across the desk in white streaks, splattering papers and the floor. We stayed locked together, panting, his back against my chest as the aftershocks rolled through us.

After a minute he turned his head, kissing me slow and lazy. "So... about that lease renewal," he whispered with a crooked grin, still impaled on my softening dick. "Think we can negotiate some after-hours terms?"

I laughed, nipping his ear. "Every damn night if you want, neighbor."