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I enjoyed the fact that the house next door was vacant for so long. Being the last house on the street, and having no house directly across from me, was cool. Being 22 years old and on my own in my own house was wonderful. Though I missed the neighbors after they moved I also enjoyed the silence and solitude. After close to 3 months of having no one next door I saw a moving van pull in one day. I wanted to stay and see who was moving in but I had to go to work. When I came home later I noticed the van was gone. I wanted to be neighborly and introduce myself. I also wanted to know who my new neighbors were. I approached the front door and even before I could ring the bell the door swung open. He had to have been at least 6 feet 5 inches tall. He had pure blonde hair, piercing green eyes and had a swimmer’s build. He was wearing dark blue jogging pants and he had no shirt on. He had a covering of light blonde, almost transparent, hair on his entire torso. He looked at me and his look went through me. He was quite intimidating. Since I was only 5 feet 6 inches tall he was looking down at me. Though I am in good shape and I feel I am handsome with my pale blue eyes and jet black hair I was no way near as handsome as this fellow was. He put out his hand towards me for a handshake and said, “My name is Michael. I don’t do neighborhood things; don’t expect me to give out candy on Halloween and if you have a dog make sure, for your dog’s sake, it doesn’t come on my property.” He then gave me a slight grin but it was menacing at that. Undaunted I said, “Well, my name is Nick. I just wanted to introduce myself as your neighbor. If you ever need anything feel free to pop over.” He said nothing. He stared at me. I walked away. Over the next few days I could do nothing but think about him. He instilled equal amounts of fear and intrigue in me. He called a lawn service and he had his property looking great in no time. He had all his windows covered with shades. Besides the fact he obviously worked the night shift somewhere due to when he would come and go, I knew nothing about him. No visitors would ever come by. He spent no time outside at all. He was a mystery. After 2 weeks went by I noticed he was coming and going at normal hours. I wondered if he was promoted to a day shift. It was at this change that he began not to cover one window on the second floor. This window was in direct vision with my second floor bathroom window. I would see him come into that room where there was a piano. He would play feverishly about 7:00 PM every night for about an hour. His back faced his window. I would stand in my bathroom with the lights off and watch him. It was mesmerizing. It seemed as if he was in a trance and he was escaping this world through his music. One hot night I had all the windows opened in the house. I knew that his house had central AC. Therefore I was shocked one night to hear his piano. His window was opened. I ran upstairs to see him playing. I was enraptured. I did not even bother to turn the bathroom light off. I just stood there watching him. He was wearing a pair of green jogging pants and nothing else. His back was perfect. His shoulders were broad and strong. He had a film of sweat all over his back that made him glisten. From what I could tell, he was playing Mozart. I could not move. Suddenly he stopped and snapped his head around and stared right at me. Though there is a fair distance between our houses I could feel him looking right at me. I completely freaked. I ran out of the room. I went into my bedroom to lie down. About 20 minutes later I walked into the bathroom making sure the light was off before I went in. His piano room light was still on. The bench was far enough away from the piano indicating he may have been just playing and he may return. All of the sudden, out from the side of his room, he stood in the window and looked directly at me. I ran downstairs. My heart was pounding. I was covered in sweat. I took off my shirt and my pants and just sat with my boxers on in front of my living room fan trying to cool off with a tall glass of water. I heard a noise at my front door. It sounded as if the morning paper was being delivered. However, it was the evening. I thought it was an animal or something else. Since I usually open the door in my boxers to get my paper or the mail it did not faze me to put something on at this point. When I opened the door I saw him looking right at me. It was Michael. He was standing at my door. He looked enraged. He was breathing quite heavily. He was completely naked. My glass of water hit the floor and for some reason I ran away from the door to my kitchen. Was I going to get a knife? Was I going to call the police? I don’t know. I just ran. He ran after me and he grabbed me by my shoulders and rammed me up against the wall. “What the fuck are you staring at me for! Why are you so fucking nosey!” I could not get any words out. With one hand he rips my boxers from my body. They are now a useless rag on the floor. As I look down I see his full naked body for the first time. He is perfection. His body is perfectly toned. His cock was engorged and it had to have been at least 9 inches long. It was pointing completely up. His sac was also perfect in size. It was balanced, smooth and hairless. As I was staring I was also shaking. He allowed me to look then he hit me. I fell to the floor. Before I could get up he pushed my stomach down to the floor. I could feel his large body on me. In one swift move he had my arms spread and stretched out and with his legs and feet he spread my legs as far as they could go. He started to bite the back of my neck. I yelled, for the first time, in fear and pain. He told me that if I yelled again he would kill me. I was silent as I quivered uncontrollably. Then I felt it: I felt his dick, with no assistance from his hands, make contact with the crack of my ass. He allowed it to stay there for a few seconds. He then began to work his dick into my ass. I felt his hard tip at the entrance of my anus. With one violent thrust he was in me. I felt all of him go into me at once. The pain that shot through my body jolted every inch of my being. I screamed at the top of my lungs out of pure pain. He did nothing to silence me. He then flexed his cock as to make sure he filled every inch of my hole. I was paralyzed with pain. He then violently began to fuck me. He was in and out, never completely being out, with quick and painful force. He was fucking me so hard my body was creeping forward on the floor. My skin felt as if it was going to rip off. Tears were flowing out of my eyes and my mouth was open but I was unable to make any noise. I then felt him leave my body. He flipped me over on my back and in my face was his cock with my blood on it. Then he came on my chest. I actually felt the pressure of his ejaculation. It made a splattering noise on my chest. His load was heavy and hot. He then picked me up by my neck and kissed me. His tongue was in my mouth and it was as intrusive as his cock was in my ass. He let go of me and I fell to my knees. He stared at me as I was now on all fours, heaving. He bent down and looked directly into my eyes and said, “Now you know more about me. I will, as you offered, ‘pop over’ when I feel I need something.” He walked out of my house and never entered again. As I tried to regain my composure, my dignity and my balance I locked every door and window and went to my bed. I was in pain from head to toe. I could still feel him in me. I could not, and still can’t, get the experience out of my mind and body. As days went by I forced myself to come to grips with the fact that I liked the experience. I did not like it when it was happening but after the reality of what had happened sank in I could not get the sights, feelings and smells out of my mind. I then found myself boldly standing in my bathroom staring at him playing. He never looked at me again. He never came to my door again. A month later he moved. He was the rape I didn’t expect. He was the rape I didn’t mind. I would like to hear what you thought. Drop me an e-mail. BigValleyDude@Hotmail.Com