In the middle of the night, while summer air coming from the window tickled his thick skin, Jeff was lying on a couch, smoking his third or fourth cigarette. He was only with his black boxers on, what showed his hefty build. He would place his large hands on his chest, belly, or rub on his crotch and balls, asking his cock if he wanted to get sucked or not.

Actually, Jeff was great friends with his fat cock. Whatever his cock needed, mouth, pussy, ass, whatever, Jeff would do anything to keep him pleased and satisfied. Jeff was very proud of himself, and he though every little thing about him was perfect. He was pleased to have those big fake muscles, mixed with fat, and covered with hairy thick skin, more than anything. He even loved his own nasty smell, and always loved taking sniffs of his funky armpits, especially when they were sweaty – “Oahhh… The smell of a real man”, he always thought to himself.

You might think it was just about.. a man smoking in a late night, but it’s more than you might think. To Jeff, it was the biggest celebration. A celebration of being a grown 35 man.. a celebration of having a good job, with good salary, and owning a nice apartment.. a celebration of having no slutty wife, no noisy children, and not having to spend his money on anything more than himself.. and just simply living his life.

In response, Jeff’s cock twitched. “Yeah, dude? You want that fag to suck you off?”, Jeff smiled for his cock as he massaged him gently through the boxers. “I’mma get him on his knees for you, man, just watch”. With that, Jeff took his cell phone to leave a missed call on Ray’s, as a sign for his dick’s need for a a mouth around it.

In fact, Ray was Jeff’s only neighbor on the top floor, and also lived alone in a single apartment.