But you're gay?

But you're gay?

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

I live in a old crappy building in the middle of downtown San Diego. The apartment was old and had charm and I loved it at first. That was until I realized the walls were as thick as paper and I could here every grunt coming from his "best friend" next door. Did I mention he was gay. So why did it turn me on so much?

Summary

I live in a old crappy building in the middle of downtown San Diego. The apartment was old and had charm and I loved it at first. That was until I realized the walls were as thick as paper and I could here every grunt coming from his "best friend" next door. Did I mention he was gay. So why did it turn me on so much?

Chapter1 (v.1) - But you're gay?

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I live in a old crappy building in the middle of downtown San Diego. The apartment was old and had charm and I loved it at first. That was until I realized the walls were as thick as paper and I could here every grunt coming from his

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Submitted: July 28, 2015

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2 am. It is fucking two am. On a Tuesday. Who has sex on a Tuesday? Oh yeah, people who have some sex life. Not me of course. That would require me not pushing away men right before I sleep with them. I screamed against my pillow out of frustration. I remember the days when I was a slut. They were good for the most part. Orgasms every night, sometimes during the day if I'm honest, was amazing. Well until you find ur self pregnant from an asshole drug dealer. That wasn't fun. It wasn't fun at all.

I shook my head. I'm not going down that road again. Never again. But I still couldn't help my body responding to the loud moans of pleasure going from my neighbor. Miklos. My neighbor who I had no chance in hell with. Don't get me wrong. I'm not ugly. I know I'm not. I may not be a model. But had good curves and bright blue eyes that many men have fallen for. He was impossible because he was gay. Yep. I have ridiculous crush on a gay man.

He is just too hot. He was an Hungarian exchange student who decided to stay in the states. And makes use of his speedo. Which I see him in every time he goes tanning on his balcony. It's in the those times I wish we lived somewhere colder. So I would have break from seeing his glorious abs and what looked like an impressive package. He had the stereotypical Hungarian look brown hair, strong jaw bone, light olive skin, and gorgeous hazel eyes that captured ur soul when he looked at you.

Well my parents would approve. I laughed at myself. They always wanted me to end up with a nice Hungarian boy. I'm pretty sure she sent me there when I was 18 to find a husband. I don't know how they would take the gay part. But it could work.

I was imaging my catholic moms face when the moaning stopped and I drifted to sleep with a smile on my face

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The next day I groggily get up at and make the largest cup of coffee I could find. I went out to the balcony in my robe as the sun was rising in the sky. What I didn't expect was to see Ned laying out, he seemed to forget his robe.

He looked at with with his normal disgusted face, "Well you look like shit. I mean you always look like shit, but now its a lower level of shit."

I shook my head at his normal annoyingness, "you're one to talk. those wrinkles are getting bad. Be careful Ned, your horrid insides are starting to appear" 

He huffed at me and continued drinking his beer. He was what Miklos called his "best friend", but he was the man he made scream like a banshee in the middle of the night. He hates me, maybe because I spend so much time with Miklos. All I know for sure is the moment I saw his bleached blonde hair and pink pants in the arms of Miklos I hated him right back.

We sat there with silent anger until Miklos came out himself. He scratched the scruff on his face yawning until he noticed me. His face gained the greatest smile.

"Szia, my kismacska. How was your morning?" he looked at me with humor in his eyes. He knew I had a ruff one.

"Peachy. And I am not your kitty." I went inside wishing I was.


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