Sometimes your neighbors [F]uck you.

Sometimes your neighbors fuck you. [Also a fact.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t9ty1x/sometimes_you_fuck_your_neighbors/)

Hey, it’s Hannah. Still a slut. It’s your favorite DDD grad student looking to score that A+! Let’s see if another one of my stories can earn me some extra credit.

Spring break my freshman year of college was not a very eventful time. I wanted so very fucking much to go somewhere exotic with my friends just like everyone had always set me up to believe would happen. Sand, sun, tanning, constantly being drunk, fucking randos. I wanted it all. Instead, I got my parents telling me I would have to finance anything I ever wanted to do on spring break and I would be best served to come home and earn some quick cash bartending or waitressing instead. Yay.

So, I broke my friend’s hearts and went back home, and I made my parents happy by getting a waitressing gig. Next year ladies, sorry.

Fast forward to my second or third shift. It was a local bar/restaurant without corporate bullshit and a thankfully distant owner, so, the vibe there allowed us to get away with a lot of shit. I was rolling silverware at like 11 or 11:15, after the kitchen was closed and what few people were left finishing things up at various places in the restaurant while diners chatted and paid their bills one by one. Except for Brandon.

Brandon was a tall, burly guy who I am not sure I have ever seen where anything but a plaid or flannel print button up shirt. Married to a shrewd bitch with like 2% body fat, Brandon didn’t get to wear the pants in his relationship very often but he seemed happy enough with her and their 3 kids. They lived 3 houses down and diagonal from my parent’s place so we definitely knew each other.

At the time, Brandon had recently turned 40, was 6’5 or so, maybe 240 pounds of “I definitely would not fight you”, and had one of the most immaculate beards I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Barrel chested, hairy, intense, he was definitely…exactly what you’re picturing in your head. And there he was nursing a bourbon several chairs down, where he had been camped for quite some time. I didn’t notice because I was waiting tables but we hadn’t had a bartender for over an hour so I am not sure what he was still doing here.

“Hey Brandon! Long day? Good long or bad long?”

“Not the good kind” he smirked and knocked back the little bit left of his drink.

We chatted, flirted, for 15 minutes more while I finished silverware. He just really didn’t want to go home that night. No serious problems, he was just really frustrated and he knew that if anyone was still awake when he got home they were liable to push him over the edge into fury and he wasn’t going to take that out on his loved ones.

“You can take me through a drive thru and drop me off at home if you need an excuse to stay out a little longer. Wouldn’t want me walking back home this late at night, would you?” I smiled and batted my pretty blues at him. In truth, I was planning to ask one of the other girls or the cooks for a ride, maybe enjoy a J in someone’s car before calling it a night, but I was feeling *nice* and had a soft spot for the plight he described to me. My intentions weren’t naughty. Genuinely.

He took me up on my offer and after I was done we peeled out. He had a nice big truck that was fun to step up in to and he took his time driving us on side roads to the drive thru. I won’t bore you with what I got, but he pulled into a parking lot on the way back to our neighborhood and stopped to let me eat. “You’re clearly starving, just go ahead.” I didn’t disagree.

We chatted awhile longer about his frustrations. As personal as they were, I knew the solution. “Brandon, you need a rage hobby. Like, go hit something hard, or fuck someone stupid. Just…let that pent up aggression out, you know?”

He laughed at that and white knuckled his steering wheel a little. “Yeah that would help. Didn’t expect to hear *you* say that though.”

“So we going to a strip club, or what?” I joked

“I wish” he laughed back, lightening up.

“Don’t want to be seen going into one with me?” I batted my eyes.

“No honey, I cant be seeing *leaving* one with you.”

Some more wit traded back and forth and we eventually arrived to the turning point. “So just go in, flash some cash for the VIP, get your dick sucked, and go home happy.”

“That’s a lot of preamble to get a hooker” he scoffed.

“Shit I know 20 girls who’d fuck you for $100 if that’s all you wanted.” He seemed to be genuinely be stunned by that, blinking a few times. He then asked the most obvious and cliche question on planet earth.

“Would you?” He turned to me and looked me up and down long and hard. His stupid dumb boy brain just risked everything for a teen in his truck and I must admit it made me smile so fucking stupidly cheesy big that I cannot even describe it to you. I couldn’t even attempt to hide my expression.

“I’d for it for $500. Spring break won’t pay for itself.” I tried to play coy as best I could. Queue big doe eyes. (and dough eyes I guess)

“$200.” He scowled, negotiating.

“Hmmm, maybe $300.”

He opened his wallet and fished out the cash inside of it. He counted out what turned out to be $231 by the time I eventually got around to checking. “All my cash. $225 or so. Right here in your hand. Final offer.”

I could only shake my head at what was happening as I reached out and took this man’s money. On top of the haul I had from work that night, I was feeling pretty loaded. “So now that you’ve got me…” I asked open ended.

He shifted the car into drive, pulled out, and headed a couple blocks down to a narrow drive between some businesses that were long past closed, and shifted back into park. I heard him pull some kind of maneuver I still can’t figure out where he slid his car seat back and started unbuckling his belt at the same time.

“Come here,” he gruffed as a hand went behind my back and beckoned me to lean over. I knew what was up.

Instantly I fished his cock out of his boxers. He was almost completely flaccid but growing quickly before my eyes and in 2 slow strokes of my mouth he was already half mast. I worked up some more spit as I changed my angle, unbuckled, and got up on my knees for a more ‘top down’ service. Brandon was moaning already, his huge hand on my back running slowly up and onto the back of my head.

It didn’t take long for him to be rock hard and helping force my head down in aggressive, sloppy strokes onto his cock. “Oh fuck, Hannah.” He moaned for me and I could feel him throbbing a little bigger with each pass of my mouth.

“Get out, come around over here.” He opened his car door after what had to have been less than a minute of my blowjob. Confused, I wiped my mouth and tried to figure out what was going on as he hopped out of his truck. Finally able to get a look at his cock properly now that he stood up on the street, he had what remains today one of the fattest cocks I have ever seen. Fully six inches long, this thing was monster-can-sized around. I was focused so much on the head and he was getting hard and sitting down and…I just don’t know how I missed THIS baseball bat.

“Fuck” I laughed as he reached for my arm and pulled me across the cabin. I turned around and stepped out of his truck and he put me exactly where he wanted me. My sneakers on the lower bar of his truck, my hands grabbing the driver’s seat. He pulled my shorts down taking my underwear with them and I could hear him spit into his hand and then I definitely felt him rub that onto my pussy lips.

There was a hesitation there as he lubed me up before he brought his cock closer. A hesitation I later in life learned to identify as consideration for a condom. “Fuck it” was all he mumbled before he traced his thick cock head up my slit once and then plunged in.

Instantly I screamed out into his truck cabin without even needing to act. He stretched me so fucking good my mind was blown and he got to stroking hard right away. Ten or twenty second later he let go of my hips and reached up for my arms, pulling them back and leveraging me even harder as he pounded the ever loving shit out of my teen pussy.

Despite what I am sure was his best intentions and my best hopes, when men fuck like that they rarely last long. Brandon gave it his all for a very fucking intense minute before I felt his shaft surge (impossible not to tell with a cock that thick) and he pulled out and came all over my bare ass.

When he was done with me and spent, he pulled my shorts up for me right over my cum covered ass and playfully pushed me back into the truck. We drove home without a word but boy did he have a smile on his face.

“Goodnight” I said quietly but appreciatively as I slipped out of his passenger seat.

“Thanks” he smiled back.

I think he went home happy. I took an extra long shower to clean up the mess and enjoy pleasing myself to the sensation of him stretching me. It was hungry, it was raw, and your girl got paid.

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