The Stud Across The Hall

THE STUD ACROSS THE HALL

Tory Mynx

Copyright 2014 by Tory Mynx

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THE STUD
ACROSS THE HALL

ALSO BY TORY MYNX

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THE STUD ACROSS THE
HALL

I had just parked my car and was on my way
down the hallway towards my apartment when I saw Scott coming my
way. He had a load of laundry in his hands, blocking his upper body
from view, but his gym shorts showed off his incredible, muscular
legs.

I found myself staring—as I always did
whenever I saw him—at his gorgeous, sharply-lined face with his
seemingly permanent two-day old stubble and dark hair and killer
body. And, as always, he just gave me a wry smile in return.

But then he seemed to sense something, which
wasn’t a surprise, based on my mood. I was coming off an extremely
shitty first date, even by my standards, which were extremely low
after more than a year of constant relationship
disappointments.

“
Is everything okay?” Scott
asked, clearly concerned.

Trying to play it off, I nodded.

He just laughed. Not in a mean way, but like
he wasn’t fooled. “Don’t give me that crap,” he said. “What’s the
matter.”

“
Oh, just guy problems,” I
said, waving my hand, pretending like it was no big
deal.

“
Yeah, pretty much every
one I know is a real asshole,” Scott said.

“
Tell me about it,” I
said.

“
Do you want to talk about
it?” he asked.

“
No,” I said, shaking my
head, even though I really did. I felt like having a few drinks and
just spilling my guts, bitching and complaining about everything. I
just wanted to vent. But I didn’t know Scott well enough to feel
comfortable doing that to him.

“
Bullshit,” he said.
“You’re a bad liar.”

I laughed softly and gave
him an
aw-shucks
shrug. “You’ve got me there.”

“
I’ll tell you what,” Scott
said. “Take half an hour to get yourself together, and then I’ll
come over. We’ll have a few drinks and you can let off some steam.
Tell me whatever you want. I’m a surprisingly good
listener.”

“
I don’t know . . .” I
said, letting it hang out there, just wanting to make sure he
really meant it.

“
Yes you do,” he said.
“Stop playing so hard to get. You’ll feel better after you vent. I
always do.”

I gave him a little smile and nodded my
head. “Okay. You win.”

“
Cool,” he said returning
my smile. “Then I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”

“
Okay,” I said, staring
into his big blue eyes. He really was a great looking man. Too bad
he was gay.

Scott turned and started down the hall, only
to stop after a few paces. “Oh, and what kind of wine to you
prefer? Red or white?”

“
Red all the
way.”

“
Me too,” he said, his
smile growing a little wider as he turned to walked
away.

#

Scott arrived precisely on time. He brought
two bottles of wine. Damn good wine, too. One bottle of Napa Valley
Silver Oak and one bottle of Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap.

The Silver Oak had been breathing for half
an hour, so we dipped into that first.

“
This is amazing,” I said.
“You sure have good taste in wines.”

“
It’s a bit of a hobby of
mine,” he said, taking a sip himself.

Again I thought to myself how much of a
shame it was that he was gay.

We dusted off the first bottle in fifteen
minutes, making small talk the whole time. It was only after we
were halfway through the second bottle that I was ready to get down
to business.

I turned to him and said, “Do you really
want to know what’s going on?”

“
Absolutely,” he
replied.

“
Okay,” I said. “But I’m
not going to hold back, okay? If I’m going to vent I need to do it
properly. Without any restraint.”

“
That’s that whole point,”
Scott said, pouring me another glass of Cask 23. “Say whatever you
need to. I can handle it.”

I took a long drink and readied myself to
bare my soul this man I’d only known for less than an hour.
Strangely, it didn’t seem awkward at all. Whether or not that was
because of the wine or not, I wasn’t sure. But it didn’t really
matter in the long run anyway. What was important was that I was
comfortable around him.

“
Okay,” I said. “So here it
is. I’ve spent years looking for a man that can give me what I need
without any hint of success.”

“
And what is it, exactly,
that you need?” Scott asked.

“
Well, sometimes it’s just
a good, hard pounding,” I said. “Sometimes it’s more.”

“
How much more?”

“
It all depends on the
day,” I replied, “Some days I like it rough. Other days gentle.
Sometimes I like to be in charge, other times the submissive. What
I really need is someone who likes to get freaky in all sorts of
ways. Someone who like to fuck as much as I do, and who won’t get
all weirded out if things start to get extreme.”

“
Do you mind if I speak
openly?” Scott asked.

“
Please do,” I
said.

“
Well, forgive me if this
is a little sudden, especially considering we’ve only just gotten
to know each other, but if you really mean what you just said, then
I’d like to offer up my services.”

“
You?” I said,
shocked.

“
Yeah,” Scott replied. “Why
not?”

“
But I thought . . . I’d
heard you were—”

“
Gay?”

I nodded.

“
Nah, I’m straight as a
two-by-four. And about the same size down there, too.”

“
Noooo,” I said, drawing
out the word. I wasn’t sure what I was more surprised to hear, that
Scott was straight or that he was packing heat down
below.

“
Yep,” he said. “Despite
what everyone around here thinks, I’m completely, one hundred
percent into women.” He leaned in as though sharing a secret.
Talking softly, almost in a whisper, he said: “Although I’m not
ashamed to admit that I don’t mind having my asshole played with
every once in a while, if the woman is into that sort of
thing.”

My excitement was only matched by my
exasperation. For more than six months, here I was, living across
the hall from a super hot, mega-cool, incredibly sexy twenty-five
year old man who’d I’d never made a pass at because I thought he
was gay. But he was straight. And apparently was into the same kind
of freaky stuff I was. I didn’t know whether to be happy about what
was (hopefully) to come or annoyed that I’d wasted the last six
months of opportunity because of some stupid rumor I’d heard.

“
So what do you say?” Scott
asked.

I shook my head to help myself refocus. “I
say we give it a shot, see how it goes,” I replied, trying to keep
my cool, barely able to hide my excitement.

“
How about if I get things
started,” he said.

“
Be my guest,” I
replied.

Smiling, Scott set his wine glass down, then
climbed off the couch, spread my legs apart, stepped in between
them, and dropped to his knees, his face at the same level as my
already soaking wet pussy.

His gentle hands slid up the inside of my
legs, causing them to tingle. I let out a little gasp of pleasure
and tried to maintain my composure. I reached for my wine and
finished off the last of it while Scott undid the button on my
pants, then the zipper, then hooked his fingers around the
waistband and pulled them off, panties and all.

“
Oh my,” I said, my
hormones raging. “You certainly don’t waste any time, do
you?”

Instead of answering with words, Scott
spread my legs even further, and buried his face in my pussy.

I let out a little gasp as he went to work,
licking and tonguing my snatch with a practiced touch, not taking
his time at all, just going to town.

Scott slid two fingers inside my pussy while
he continued to eat me out, his fingers banging away with tons of
energy while my moans grew in intensity. Glancing over at the
mirror, I caught the look on my face. It was screwed into an
expression of intense concentration mixed in with healthy amounts
of pleasure. A look of pure, unbridled enjoyment, which was exactly
what I was feeling.

“
Holy fuck, just like
that,” I said between gasps. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

He slid another finger into my pussy, making
it three total. Because it was so early in the evening, they were a
snug fit at first but I quickly loosened up as he continued banging
away.

I could feel an orgasm coming on and decided
to help it get here more quickly, so I slid my right hand down and
started rubbing clit with my right hand while my left groped at one
of my tits. Between my two hands, Scott’s fingers, and his tongue,
it was a blur of motion and movement, all for the same purpose. My
pleasure.

With so much attention on me, it wasn’t long
before the orgasm made it’s presence felt. It started with an
increase in the speed which my fingers were working my clit,
followed by my breath getting faster, then louder moans. This was
followed by a tensing up of my muscles, which, after a few seconds
of straddling the edge of the cliff, led to a violent release, with
my entire body quivering madly. Next I let out a little scream,
followed by an explosion of juices from my pussy as I squirted all
over Scott, drenching his face as though he’d stepped under a
waterfall.

“
Holy fucking shit,” I said
breathlessly once I’d regained my composure. “That was
incredible.”

“
I’m glad you liked it,”
Scott said, looking up at me with his ever-present wry
smile.

“
Liked it? I fucking loved
it,” I said. “I had no idea you had such talent.”

“
And I had no idea you were
such a squirter,” he replied, going back to work on my pussy with
his tongue, although more gently this time.

“
Yeah, sorry about
that.”

“
Sorry? What for? I loved
it.”

“
Really?” I said,
surprised. “Most guys don’t like that sort of thing.”

“
Yes, well I’m not like
most guys,” he said between licks. “The wetter the better as far as
I’m concerned.”

I laughed and shook my head.

“
What’s so funny?” he
asked.

“
Nothing,” I replied,
grinning madly. “It’s just that I would have never guessed you were
such a pervert.”

“
Well, I am,” he said,
looking up at me from between my legs, his face still wet from my
pussy juices. “I hope that’s okay.”

“
It’s wonderful,” I said,
my smile growing even larger.

“
Good,” Scott added,
replacing his tongue with his fingers in order to make the
conversation easier. “Because I never would have guessed you were
such a slut.”

“
Tell me about it,” I said.
“I don’t really look like it from the outside.”

“
Which is deliberate, I
would imagine,” he said.

“
Absolutely,” I replied,
starting to get wound up once again from his fingers slowly working
my pussy. “It keeps the scumbags at bay.”

“
Like me,” he said,
smiling.