Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2000 19:58:39 CST From: jake jj <jakejj69@hotmail.com> Subject: Good Neighbors 3, The Seduction Good Neighbors, 3 The Seduction As Mark pointed out to me, I should include a disclaimer so that if anyone who knows us reads this and figures out who we are, they can't try to blackmail us, so... This story, any other by this author, and the characters in them, are entirely fictitious. Resemblance to any real persons is entirely coincidental and does not portray any actual events practiced by these persons. So enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Good Neighbors, 3 The Seduction After lunch Sean had an adventure of his own that he later told us about... Sean noticed that Walter Jennings was out watering his flowers. Walter lives a couple doors up on the other side of the street and has a yard that's like a botanic garden, all kinds of fruit & nut trees, and exotic flowers that I've never seen before. He's semi-retired, in his mid 50's and has 2 passionate hobbies: gardening and working on his '56 Thunderbird. He does some kind of management consulting, but I don't know when. It seems like he's always in his yard, his garage or cruising around in his T-bird. He had always been friendly with Sean, but went out of his way to talk to Sean whenever Sean was walking Goliath. Mr. Jennings always greeted Goliath eagerly and scratched behind his ears. He asked more questions about Goliath than about Sean. Sean thought Jennings was pretty sexy for an older guy. He was in great shape, had a full head of salt & pepper hair, and nicely muscled arms and legs. He always had a nice tan and wore shorts and a polo shirt whenever he was out in his yard. For a while now Sean had been thinking about what the chances might be of seducing Jennings and had formulated a plan. Now he just needed the opportunity. Today was going to be the day. Sean stripped and just put on a pair of loose sweat shorts. He leashed Goliath and the two strolled up the sidewalk. "Hi Mr. Jennings," he said. Jennings turned around and smiled, "Hi Sean! And how is Goliath today?" "Fine, we just needed to get out of the house." "I know what you mean. I spend as little time inside as I can." "How are things going on your car?" Sean asked. "They're going great. You know, that car is about 30 years older than you are." "Wow! It's such a cool car. I think it's hotter looking than any new car," Sean said. "You want to see what she's got?" Jennings asked, pleased that the boy was interested in "his baby". "Sure!" Sean said, doing his best Bobby Brady imitation. Jennings led them around back to his garage. Sean was actually surprised by the workshop. It was a 2-car garage, but after all the equipment, benches and tools, there was only room for the T-bird in the center. It was surprising how clean and organized everything was. Off to one side was an addition that was set up as an office with a desk, couch, small refrigerator, and another door leading to a tiny bathroom. It was obvious that over the years Jennings had created his own private space out here. "Wow! What a great place! I hope I have a place like this someday," Sean said sincerely. Jennings beamed, "Thanks. Welcome to my retreat." He leaned across the red leather interior and released the hood of the white T-bird. He lifted the hood and Sean stepped up next to him to look into the car. It was amazing. Sean had never seen a car so clean and with so much chrome under the hood. He was also shocked by how little there was under there. It was hard to believe a car could run with so little equipment and so much empty space. He could see right down to the concrete floor all around the engine. He let out an awed, "Shhhhit." Then looked at Jennings quickly and said, "Sorry. It's just so... beautiful." Jennings laughed and put his hand on Sean's bare shoulder, "Son, you don't have to apologize. She deserves that kind of a reaction." The warmth of Jennings hand resting on Sean's shoulder reminded him of his plan. He turned back to the car bending and straining to look at the engine from every angle, and giving Jennings a chance to see plenty of his youthful body. Jennings said, "It's warm, you want a drink of water? Otherwise all I've got is beer in the fridge." "Beer's fine," Sean said and then looking innocently into Jennings eyes finished, "if that's ok?" Jennings smiled, "Sure son. One won't hurt anything." When Jennings came back into the shop with the beers he was greeted by Sean's young ass waving around in the air, the boy's loose shorts creeping up into his tight crack. Sean was on his hands & knees looking under the car. Sean called out "I've never seen a car so clean, even underneath!" Jennings looked at the eager young man and couldn't help but think about the son he never had. Sean was almost exactly what he would have hoped for. In fact, he had a couple of good looking grandsons, but his oldest daughter had moved out east, so he only saw them a couple days each year. Sean obviously did some working out. The roundness of his firm muscles was visible under the smooth, tan skin of his broad shoulders, the long expanse of his back tapered to a narrow waist free of "love handles," which had plagued Jennings since his 30's. The strong curve of the boy's muscular ass flowed down to his long legs. Beginning below the bulge of his calves and ended at his ankles was a small dusting of golden red hairs. Jennings was beginning to reminisce about his own youth when he and his buddies had bodies like Sean's. There was mild stirring in his gut. He shut it down and brought himself to the present just as Sean let out a yelp, "Hey!" Jennings looked down to see that the beautiful dog that had finished his reverent inspection of Jennings' and had walked around behind the boy and goosed him. In fact the dog was really shoving his nose deep into Sean's ass and as Sean wiggled around and tried to back out from under the car he was only making matters worse. Jennings reached down to get the dog by the collar and noticed that the dog had pushed the boy's shorts up exposing an impressive set of balls hanging in a smooth sack that seemed very pale in comparison to the boy's legs. As he gently pulled the dog back Goliath extended his big tongue and took a big slobbery swipe at Sean's balls, making them drop and swing in the loose sack. Jennings instantly felt that tingling in his gut again, this time accompanied by a rush of blood to his thickening prick. Once, when he was as young as Sean, he and a buddy named Jimmy, had been playing with Jimmy's dog Laddie. They laughed at the fact that Laddie gotten horny and his shiny pink prick had poked out. As boy's will, they dared each other to touch it, and as dare followed dare both boy's ended up jerking their own pricks and taking turns tugging on the dog/s. Laddie finally shot his load while Walt was stroking him and Walt found it so sexy that his own sperm shot about 3 feet out with having even touched his own prick. Jimmy came soon after and after a bit of joking around they went out to the street to hit a ball. They never repeated that adventure, but it became the subject of fantasy for Walter, almost to the point of obsession. His whole life he wanted to have a big, beautiful dog, but he married young, and his wife refused to have a big, messy dog around. Goliath had just opened the floodgates of his fantasies, and his hardon was throbbing strongly. Sean stood up and laughed, "He always does that. I swear Goliath is more of a horndog than I am, and that's pretty bad." Jennings was acutely aware of his hard prick tangled up in his underwear and said, "let's go sit in the office with our beers." He could hear huskiness in his own voice and hoped that the boy wouldn't notice. Jennings motioned Sean to sit on the couch and handed him a beer as he sat. Jennings sat down in the padded desk chair and let out a sigh. As he took a long drink from his bottle Sean said, "Some days Goliath walks around with his big dick hanging out all day long. He's always trying to hump your leg and if you're not watching and you bend down he'll jump you and start poking his dick at you." Jennings looked over at Goliath and thought he did see a bit of pink showing from under the big dog. Jennings was getting lightheaded from the blood all rushing to his pounding cock and the blood in his ears was like a freight train. He felt control of the situation slipping away. Sean looked closely at Jennings while he was looking at Goliath. The older man definitely had a hardon that he was trying to hide by crossing his legs. He had also lost some of the firm confidence that he usually possessed and seemed a bit distracted. Sean had been watching for any reaction to his own near nakedness, but he hadn't even caught Jennings looking at him other than in that "grandfatherly" way. But this was different. This guy had a hardon for Goliath! Sean had planned to use Goliath to turn Jennings on to Sean's body, but it turns out that Jennings was turned on by the dog. Sean said, "When he's totally horny his pink dick's longer than mine. If it bothers you I can take him home." "No!" Jennings said just a little to urgently, "We're all guys here. Not like we haven't seen a prick before." Sean laughed, "That's for sure. Sometimes he's so horny that it's annoying. In fact when he gets like that and I know friends are coming over I, well, never mind." Jennings was hanging on every word now and asked, "You help him out?" Sean acted uncomfortable, "Well..." and did his best to blush. Jennings smiled, "I'm sure he loves it. If he had hands he'd probably return the favor." Sean gave a little relieved laugh, "You don't think it's to weird, or gross? I'm not a total perv." "No-o-o son. I think it's great that you care enough about Goliath to help him out. And he's your dog; you take good care of him. He's always well groomed." Jennings took another deep drink of his beer and tried to figure out how to steer the conversation back to specifics of what the boy does with the dog. Sean was petting Goliath now as the dog stood between him and Jennings. Sean added, "Actually, you were right about Goliath returning the favor if he had hands. He's always sticking his nose in my crotch and butt and trying to lick me whenever he can. I always have to push him away. It feels really good, but I'm afraid that'll make me a perv. It's not normal, is it?" "Son, if you knew everything that went on in people's bedrooms and inside their heads you'd realize that there's a lot more that's normal than what preachers tell us. I think you're a healthy, caring young man." "Thanks. Sometimes I wish I had a father or grandfather to talk to about stuff like this." And Sean meant that sincerely. Jennings tipped back his beer and realized that somehow it was empty already. He asked, "How's the beer?" "Good. Tastes good on a hot day." "You ready for another?" "Almost. I'll take another if you're getting yourself one," Sean said. Jennings used the excuse to get up and straighten out his pants while his back was turned to the boy. His bare leg brushed against the dog as he passed and he could swear he felt something hot and slick slide across his leg. Sean pulled Goliath a little closer so Jennings could get by in the small space. He used the opportunity while the man's back was turned to stroke the dog's dick up to full size. As Jennings returned Sean accepted another bottle and set it next to the first. In response to a subtle tug on his collar, Goliath threw his front legs up onto Sean's knees and leaned in to lick his face. "Goliath," Sean said, sounding embarrassed. He pushed the dog's nose down, but didn't shove him back onto the floor. Sean reached out and took a hold of the dog's hard dick, pointing it toward Jennings and said, "See. This is how he gets. It's long, isn't it? Not that I've compared to other dogs, but he's a little longer than I am, even though I'm thicker." Jennings couldn't believe his luck. Here was this good looking young man, who could have been his ideal son, tugging a big, hard dog dick no less than 2 feet away. "You're right, that is a long dick. And if yours is half that long, then you've got a dick to be proud." Sean sounded offended as he said, "Not half that long, almost just as long, see..." and Sean stood and pulled his hard cock out of the leg of his shorts. "I'm not lying, am I? It's almost just as long." Jennings almost choked on his beer. The boy was right. He had to have a good 8 inches of hard prick in his fist. Jennings swallowed to wet his throat and said, "You're right. I'm impressed. That's a bigger prick than most men have." Sean beamed proudly at the older man's compliment. Goliath had backed up a bit when Sean jumped up and now nosed back in and took a big swipe at the boy's hard cock. "Goliath," Sean said while pushing the dog's head away. "It sure does feel good. You really don't think it's too weird to let him do that?" "No. It doesn't hurt anything and if it feels good, why not? As long as you don't think he'll bite you." Sean was still standing and absently stroking his shiny cock. Goliath was watching with an eager stare. Sean admitted, "I've worried about that, too. I don't think he would, but I didn't know what I'd do if he did. But it might be ok if you'd watch him and make sure he doesn't. Would you hold onto his collar, just in case?" "Yeah, sure, I can do that. You're sure that he won't try to bite you? I wouldn't want him to hurt you." Jennings couldn't imagine how he'd explain to an emergency room nurse how the boy got his penis bitten by a dog. Sean pulled down his shorts and sat as he said, "No, I don't think he would. He's never bitten anyone for any reason." The boy was like a Greek god, practically a statue, skin as smooth as marble. He just had a patch of red pubic hair above his prick. His muscles slid beneath his skin as he moved. His hands and feet seemed large for him, not to mention his prick and balls. Jennings stood and leaned down to hold onto the dog's collar as the dog's big head went straight for the boy's huge prick. Sean sighed, "Oh yeah, that's a good boy! Lick it good. You are man's best friend." Sean wiggled around a bit and then spread his legs wide to give Goliath free access to his dick and balls. He put one leg up over the arm of the couch and pulled the other up as high as he could while sliding down a bit. Jennings watched as the boy got comfortable. He was beautiful. It had been a long time since Jennings had thought that way about any man or boy. As Sean slid down his asshole came into view and spread wide open. It was more beautiful than any asshole he had ever seen, on any man or woman, pink and smooth, not a single hair anywhere on the boy's ass or anywhere around on or around his balls. And now it was all glistening with dog spit as the dog's head bobbed up and down and his big tongue brushed across the boy's hole over his balls and up the stiff prick. Sean talked continuously, "Oh damn, that feels good. Use that doggy tongue and lick my crack." Sean looked up at Jennings and said, "Thank you Mr. Jennings. It feels so good." Sean got a serious look and asked, "Can I call you Pop? I mean since my Dad's not around. If it's ok?" The oddity of the moment wasn't lost on Jennings, but he replied, "Sure Son. I'd like that." Sean liked it, too. Then Sean said, "I'd like to help Goliath feel good right now too, but I can't reach his dick. I really don't think Goliath's gonna bite me. Would you help him out, Pop?" "Uh, sure Son." Jennings released Goliath's collar and knelt down on the floor along side the big dog. He straightened out his own aching cock and then reached for the dog's. His hand was shaking slightly, with anticipation as he reached out and wrapped it around the warm silk of the dog's slender penis. Jennings' own prick jumped as his hand made contact with the dog. His consciousness split, part of it present in the moment and savoring the sensation of his strong hand wrapped tightly around the hot flesh of Goliath's smooth prick; of the sight of the lusty dog lapping at his boy's smooth asshole, huge balls and towering cock; of the feel of his own prick as rock hard as it had ever been, tightly constrained within his shorts; and even of the smells of bodies and sex and dog fur. The other part of his consciousness transported back to when he was 15 in a firmer, more youthful body, his hard prick throbbing in the open air, Jimmy sitting across from him, his own young prick in hand and Laddie, Jimmy's dog standing between them. Young Walt had his hand wrapped around Laddie's prick in response to a dare, but wishing that he could do more, go farther. The two parts of his consciousness merged at that point and Walt Jennings, the 56 year old "Pop" and the 15 year old teen were both present and excited about the possibilities in front of them. Walt focussed his attention on Goliath, stroking the big dog's prick lovingly. With his other hand he began to caress and fondle the dog's furry ball sack and sheath. The missile-like prick seemed to get even longer and the knot at the base expanded. Walt explored every inch of Goliath's graceful genitals, practically crawling under the big dog. The dog seemed to be enjoying the attention and was rhythmically humping his haunches. Walt increased the speed and length of his strokes, pulling the smooth skin as far forward as it would possibly go, causing the excess skin to wrinkle and bunch up over the tip of the powerful prick, and then pulling back to the knot, exposing the moist hole that the dog's seed would soon shoot from. Sean was enjoying the tongue bath from Goliath, but he was much more turned on by the sight of Pop intensely jerking Goliath's cock. Sean had come here with a plan to seduce Jennings if possible, but now when Sean looked at the older man he didn't see the same neighbor he had greeted on occasion, but instead saw Pop, a man who he felt close to as a friend, and who totally turned him on. It made him feel good to see Pop enjoying himself with Goliath. Goliath wasn't the only one humping. Pop's hips were moving up and down and his breathing was loud and husky. Sean pushed his stiff cock down so that it pointed straight at Goliath. The big dog took notice and began avidly licking the boy's dick, turning his head to lick it on all sides. Sean was fantasizing about what Pop would look like naked fucking Goliath's furry ass and said, "Oh Pop! I'm getting close. Pump that doggy dick! Squeeze it and pull! Faster, faster!" Jennings, urged on by Sean's words, had both hands wrapped around the dog's rocket and was pistoning back and forth about as fast as he could. It was like holding onto an alligator by the tail the way the dog was bucking and writhing. As Jennings felt the dog's knot expanding and thickening he suddenly thought about having to clean up a puddle of dog sperm off the carpeting and pointed the loaded dick directly at his own chest. Goliath gave a yelp and hot dog-pudding splashed against Jennings shirt, some of it scalding his neck and running down his chest. The sensation plunged Jennings over the edge and he stiffened and shot his load into his shorts. Sean fisted his own cock as he watched Goliath's jizz splatter on Pop's chest and then as Pop obviously shot his load in his pants without even touching himself. It was such an incredible turn on that Sean felt his nuts tighten up and blew his load into Goliath's face. Goliath began lapping up the boy cream as Sean continued to shoot volley after volley. Sean closed his eyes and thought about how he could get his brother to let him move in so he could visit Pop more often. Jennings leaned back against the couch and thought about how lucky he was to finally have a good son and a nice, big dog. Goliath continued to lick up the yummy boy cream and slowly pump out his own. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Send any comments, stories or swaps to JakeJJ@Hotmail.com. Next chapter will be Johnson's Imps.