Teacher student story : I Let My Neighbor Fuck Me Every Night on the Roof

Summary:

Two neighbors begin meeting on the stairs each night for private encounters. Their time together moves to the roof, where they gradually explore more intimate acts. One learns to give oral while the other receives it, and they experiment with mutual stimulation. Over repeated nights they progress to penetration, using oil to ease the discomfort. They continue meeting regularly, taking turns in different positions and learning each other’s preferences until both feel satisfied.

Here is your Story: I Let My Neighbor Fuck Me Every Night on the Roof

It became our daily routine to meet each other on the stairs. Jake didn’t push me to get naked anymore, at least for a while. We would masturbate each other, sometimes together. Both of us were happy that we had someone else to play with. I kept thinking about his hands on me, how warm they felt and how fast my heart beat when he touched my cock. Every night I slipped out of my room in just my nightshirt and pajama bottoms, padding down the hall on bare feet. The building was quiet except for the hum of the old AC units. Jake was always waiting, his eyes lighting up when he saw me. We stroked each other slow at first, then faster, breathing hard against the wall until we both came on our hands. It felt good having a secret like this. No one else knew.

We smiled and hugged. The hug turned into a kiss while his hands moved over my body. Soon his fingers found the buttons on my nightshirt. He started undoing them and I didn’t stop him. I had promised him this. The air felt cool on my skin as the shirt fell open. Jake ran his palms over my chest, thumbs brushing my nipples until they tightened. He pushed my pajama down next, leaving me naked in front of him for the first time. My cock stood out, already hard. He grabbed my ass with both hands, pulled me tight against him, and squeezed while he kissed me under the open sky. No one else was around, so I wasn’t scared. I felt turned on instead, my dick twitching against his thigh.

First Taste on the Roof

He asked me to undress him and I did. I pulled off his shirt, then his pajama, until we were both naked. We hugged and our cocks rubbed together, hot skin sliding slick with precum. He took my hand and put it on his cock while he took mine. We stroked each other, using spit and precum to make it slick. The roof felt private, the city lights far below. After a while I wanted to taste him. I knelt on the rough tarpaper, took the head of his cock in my mouth, and started sucking. The salty taste hit my tongue right away. He pushed deeper until I had all of him, my nose pressed to his stomach. I bobbed my head and he liked it, groaning low. I slowed down so he wouldn’t finish too fast. He wanted me to go quicker, hips jerking, but I kept my own pace, licking along the shaft. Soon he was grunting hard. I sped up. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth, thrusts short and urgent. I could tell he was close, and I wasn’t ready to swallow, so I pulled off and finished him with my hand. He aimed his cock at my face and came across my eyes, cheeks, and chin. Thick ropes hit warm and sticky. I closed my eyes right before he shot. When he was done he rubbed the cum over my face like lotion until it dried. I smelled like him, musky and strong. He leaned close to my ear and said he loved me. Those words gave me goosebumps.

He kissed me again and started stroking my cock. I hugged him while he worked it, his fist tight and fast. I found his half-hard cock and held it, feeling it twitch back to life. My orgasm built fast, pressure low in my balls. He sped up and I came on his hand, shooting onto his stomach in hot pulses. He smiled and kissed me. Then I knelt again, took his cock back in my mouth, and sucked him until he was hard. He fucked my mouth slowly at first, hands gentle on my hair. Later he sped up and I knew he wanted to cum inside it, but I still didn’t want to taste it. I pulled off at the last second and he came on my face again. He rubbed that load in too until it dried tight on my skin. We kissed, got dressed, and he unlocked the door so I could go down first. I washed my face in the bathroom before going back to my room, the smell of his cum still faint on my cheeks.

Nights on the Roof

We met every night after that. He would take me to the roof and lock the door. We started talking while we were up there. Jake brought a big towel and we would sit and chat. Sometimes he smoked a cigarette, the tip glowing in the dark. He asked where I had learned to suck cock and I told him the story, my voice low. I would lay him down on the towel, suck him, then jerk him off. He always gave me a handjob in return, his fingers knowing just how I liked it. Afterward we would lie side by side while he smoked, the city noise drifting up from the streets below. Our bodies stayed warm against each other even as the night cooled.

One night he asked me to teach him how to suck. He pushed me onto my back and put his mouth on my cock. I told him to keep his teeth out of the way and do what he liked done to him. He was better than I expected, tongue swirling and lips tight. He couldn’t take all of me without gagging, so I didn’t push. When I got close I warned him and he finished me with his hand, cum splashing across his fingers. I did the same for him. From then on we sucked each other and jerked the other one off. He started kissing my whole body, sucking my nipples until they ached, licking down my stomach, and eventually licking my ass. I liked the feeling and never stopped him. Sometimes he put me on all fours and licked me from behind, his tongue hot and wet. Once he even slid a finger inside while he stroked me, the stretch new and sharp.

He kept trying to fuck me, but it always hurt too much when he pushed past the head. I brought a bottle of coconut oil one night. We were naked on the towel when I poured some on his cock, then worked some inside myself with two fingers. I straddled him, lined him up, and pushed down. It hurt, sharp and burning, but I kept going until the head popped in. I waited, breathing through the pain, sweat beading on my back. After a minute it eased enough that I could keep going. I lowered myself until he was all the way inside. We both sighed at the full feeling. I rocked back and forth, grinding on him. Then I started riding up and down, my ass slapping against his thighs. He sat up, kissed me, and thrust from below, hands gripping my hips. He told me he wanted to cum inside me and asked if I would be his bitch. I said yes. He came deep in me, pulsing hot, then stroked me until I came on his hand.

He stayed hard and kept fucking me. After a while he pulled out, put me on all fours, and took me from behind. It was easier the second time, his cock sliding in smooth with the oil. He fucked me harder, gripping my hips, skin slapping loud in the night air until he came again. When he finished he stayed on top of me until his cock slipped out. I could still feel his cum inside me, warm and slick. We got dressed and I went to the bathroom to clean up before bed, my legs shaky.

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For the next few days he fucked me every night. I liked it when he took charge, telling me what to do. In return he sucked me until I was ready to cum, then finished me with his hand. One night he stopped me from reaching for the oil. He said he wanted me to suck him until he came in my mouth. I knelt and took him. He fucked my mouth until he warned me he was close. I stayed on him and he came. I swallowed what I could and showed him my empty mouth. He smiled, then knelt and took my cock. He sucked me until I came. At the last second he pulled off and spat my cum out. He said he just couldn’t bring himself to swallow it yet.