Pervert Neighbor

James’ breath hitched as his fingers plunged deeper into his asshole, the slick sound of skin against skin filling the quiet room. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lips parted in a silent moan as he worked himself open, the pleasure building with each thrust of his hand. He was lost in it, consumed by the sensations that seemed to take over his entire body. The shame, the guilt, it was all distant now, drowned out by the throbbing need that demanded to be satisfied.

He was so close. So painfully close. His cock was leaking, untouched and throbbing, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the stretch, the fullness, the way his fingers brushed against that spot inside him that made his vision blur and his legs shake. He bit down on his lower lip, stifling a cry as he pushed a third finger inside, the stretch almost too much but oh God, it felt so good.

But then, something changed.

The room was still quiet, but there was a new weight to the silence, a presence that hadn’t been there before. James’ fingers stilled, his body tensing as a cold prickle ran down his spine. His eyes flew open, and he turned his head sharply, his heart pounding in his chest.

There, in the doorway, stood his neighbor, Mr. Carson.

The old man’s eyes were locked on James’ exposed body, his face unreadable. James froze, his mind going blank as panic surged through him. He tried to move, to cover himself, but his body wouldn’t obey. He just stared, wide-eyed and trembling, as Mr. Carson stepped into the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

“W-what are you...” James stammered, his voice breaking. He yanked his fingers out of himself, his face burning with shame, but it was too late. Mr. Carson had seen everything.

The old man didn’t say a word. He just moved closer, his steps deliberate, his eyes never leaving James’ body. James scrambled to pull up his pants, but before he could, Mr. Carson was on him.

Strong hands grabbed his wrist, yanking it away from his body. James’ breath caught in his throat as Mr. Carson **** his hand back, his fingers pressing against his asshole once more. The man’s grip was firm, unyielding, and James couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips as his own fingers were shoved back inside him.

“P-please,” James gasped, his body arching as pleasure tore through him. His cock twitched, still hard and leaking, but he couldn’t focus on it. All he could feel was the stretch, the way Mr. Carson moved his hand, making him finger himself faster, deeper.

Mr. Carson leaned down, his breath hot against James’ ear. “You like that, don’t you, Pastor?” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Begging for it like a whore.”

James shuddered, his face burning with shame and desire. He wanted to deny it, to push the man away, but his body betrayed him. His hips bucked, driving his fingers deeper, and a broken moan tore from his throat.

“Deeper,” he pleaded, the word slipping out before he could stop it. His eyes squeezed shut, tears of shame and pleasure streaming down his cheeks as Mr. Carson **** his fingers to move faster, harder. “Please, I need it deeper.”

Mr. Carson chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound that sent shivers down James’ spine. “Good boy,” he purred, his free hand trailing down James’ chest, his fingers brushing over his cock. James whimpered, his body jerking at the touch. “You’re so **** for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” James gasped, his voice barely a whisper. He was beyond words, beyond thought. All he could feel was the pleasure, the need, as Mr. Carson’s hand guided his own, fucking him open with his fingers. His cock was throbbing, aching for release, but he didn’t dare touch it. Not with Mr. Carson watching every move, every twitch of his body.

Mr. Carson’s hand moved lower, his fingers gripping James’ thigh, spreading his legs wider. James’ breath hitched, his body trembling as he was exposed, ****. The old man’s eyes burned into him, filled with a hunger that made James’ stomach twist with fear and arousal.

“That’s it,” Mr. Carson whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Let me see you. Let me see how much you need this.”

James’ head fell back, a strangled cry tearing from his lips as his fingers hit that spot inside him again. His body convulsed, pleasure ripping through him like a tidal wave. His cock pulsed, untouched, as he came, his release spilling over his stomach in thick, hot streaks.

Mr. Carson didn’t stop. He kept moving James’ hand, fucking him open even as James’ body trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm. The overstimulation was too much, and James writhed, tears streaming down his face as he begged for it to stop, for it to never end.

“Please,” James sobbed, his voice breaking. “I can’t... I can’t take it...”

But Mr. Carson didn’t relent. His grip tightened, his hand moving faster, driving James’ fingers deeper. The pleasure was unbearable, but James couldn’t stop his body from responding. His cock was hard again, throbbing and leaking, as Mr. Carson brought him to the edge once more.

“That’s it,” Mr. Carson murmured, his voice dark and satisfied. “Let go. Give in to it.”

James’ body arched, his back bowing, and a broken scream tore from his lips as he came again, his orgasm even more intense than the first. His vision went white, his body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure consumed him.

When the world came back into focus, Mr. Carson was still there, his grip loosening but not letting go. James’ fingers slipped out of him, his body collapsing onto the desk, spent and trembling. His breath came in ragged gasps, his mind reeling from what had just happened.

Mr. Carson leaned down, his breath hot against James’ ear once more. “You’re mine now, Pastor,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”