Date: Thu, 18 Mar 2010 06:04:25 -0500
From: J. M. Vincent <shyoldguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Zack Next Door

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ZACK NEXT DOOR BY: Shy Old Guy

I was twelve years old when he moved next door. My mom and I lived in a two
bedroom in an old converted house on an inner city street. Zack was
eighteen, and had just aged out of foster care; he was in a one room
apartment on the same floor. He worked part time as a janitor for an office
complex down the street, and went to college part time on some government
grant. He moved in right around Christmas, and my mom invited him over for
Christmas dinner with us so he would not be alone. My mom liked him and
wished he was about twenty years older, she thought he was cute.

I forgot my key one day and couldn't get in our apartment after school, so
I sat in the hallway doing my homework when Zack came in from class. He
invited me into his place until my mom got home. His apartment was one big
room. The kitchen was in one corner, the living room in another, his bed
was in a front corner and a dining table in the forth. A bathroom and small
closet made up the rest of the apartment.  He wasn't much of a housekeeper;
dirty clothes were on the floor around the bed, dirty dishes in the sink
and pizza boxes on the small round table.

He had a nice tv, and an awesome game system. We sat on a small love seat
and played video games until mom came home. I started hanging out with him
after school from that day on. When we weren't playing games or doing
homework, we would cuddle together under a blanket on the couch and watched
movies. The building was old, and always cold in the winter, and hot in the
summer. He would lay in the back and me in front; he would drape one of his
long legs over me and hold me tight in his strong arms. I would feel warm
and safe snuggled up with him.

Yeah I know I am twelve years old, I was too old for my mom to hold me like
this, but I never had a dad, and I liked it. I liked feeling his body heat,
and his body pressed against mine. I liked his smell, I can't really
describe it . . . it was just comforting. I could tell sometimes his wiener
would get hard pressing into my leg, and it would get mine hard.

Sometimes he would rub my chest through my shirt, and play with my titties,
making them hard. When he did that for the first time, I thought about it
when I was home alone in bed. I had my hand down my pants making my dick
feel good, and I was thinking about what they told us at school, about good
and bad touches. Was the way he touched me a bad touch? Should I tell
someone? They said a bad touch would make you feel uncomfortable, and I
wasn't uncomfortable, I kind of liked it. When he did that, both our
wieners would get hard. Did that make it a bad touch? Why? It felt good.

One day when we were together watching The Terminator, he slid his hand up
under my shirt and gently touched my chest. He ran his fingers in small
circles around my rock hard nipples. I knew my teacher would say this was a
bad touch, but I liked Zack, and I liked the way it felt. Both our dicks
were hard that day. When I went home, I slept with my hands down my pants,
and woke with a wet spot on the front. At first I didn't know what to
think, and then I remembered what they taught in health class about boys
having wet dreams, I had shot cum for the first time. I wanted to tell
someone, so that afternoon, I told Zack. He was excited for me, he poured
some Coke into two glasses, and we toasted me becoming a man.

When we were under the blanket on the couch watching the Three Stooges, and
he was rubbing my chest under my shirt, he let his hand slide under the
waste band of my pants.  His big warm hand cupped my dick and balls.

"Is this okay Max? Do you want me to stop?"

I wasn't sure, I know this would be considered a "bad touch" but I loved
Zack and I didn't want him to stop wanting me around. As my peter got hard,
I knew I didn't want him to stop, it felt good.

"Yeah, its okay, it feels good." I told him.

He started rubbing my dick, and I could feel his hips rubbing against me. I
closed my eyes, and just let it happen. I was really getting into the
feeling, when it happened. I needed to pee, real bad, right now. I couldn't
stop it or hold it back, and then . . .  something kind of cramped up
inside me, and I felt a rush, and then the most pleasure I have ever had in
my whole life.

What in the hell just happened? I could feel the mess in my pants; Zack was
holding me very tight and making a wining sound, his hips slowly rubbing my
leg.

"How did you like that little guy?" Zack asked his hand still inside my
pants.

"Man, what was that?"

"You had your first orgasm while you were awake. Did you like it?"

"Hell yeah? Is that what sex feels like?"

"Well, that is sex in a way, there are other things we could do that feel
really good too."

"Show me, can we do it now?" I asked eager to have that feeling again.

He laughed, "Not today big guy, your mom will be home in a few minutes, we
need to get you cleaned up. You don't want her to know about this, mom's
freak out about stuff like this." He pulled his hand out of my pants, and
started licking the white stuff off his fingers.

"Gross, what are you doing?" I couldn't believe what he was doing.

"It's good, try some." He held his hand out for me. I smelled it, and it
kind of smelled like a swimming pool on a hot summer day. I stuck my tongue
out and took a drop into my mouth. It didn't taste bad, so I took a bigger
lick. Yeah, it was kind of good. He let me finish licking it off.

When He got up he had a big wet spot on the front of his jeans. He saw me
looking at it, and said, "I guess I got a little excited too.  You are a
hot little guy you know."

No I didn't know, I never felt all that special, but Zack seemed to think I
was. "Did it feel good for you too?" I naively asked.

"Yeah Max I like being with you, you always make me feel good. Today was
just extra special. He said with a huge smile on his face. "You better hide
those briefs so your mom doesn't see those cum stains. I think I hear your
mom coming up the stairs"

He walked me to the door; I turned around and hugged him pressing my face
into his warm strong chest. "Can we do that again tomorrow?" I asked.

"We will do anything you want to do, little man. I love you." And then he
opened the door, and I went home.

I almost couldn't sleep that night, and in the morning I got up as soon as
my mom left for work. I generally sleep until noon on Saturday, but I was
at the window waiting to see her get on the bus. As soon as it pulled away
I ran next door in my sweat pants, t-shirt, and socks that I wear to bed. I
never wear underwear to bed, so my rock hard peter was very evident. I
knocked on Zack's door, and it took him a few minutes to pull it open. He
was wearing an old ratty bath robe that was open down the front.

He had a hairy chest, and had on white briefs with a yellow spot on the
font. I guess he didn't shake it hard enough before he put it away. His
hair was all over his head, and he had a sleep wrinkle on his face. He
smiled when he saw me.

"You are up early this morning big guy."  He smiled as he opened the door
to let me in. I noticed he had morning wood too.

"I thought we might be able to watch another movie, like yesterday. Can
we?" I said suddenly feeling shy. I really wanted to have him play with my
wiener again and make it feel good.

"Sure big guy, I have a special movie for us to watch today. Do you want to
do what we did yesterday under the blanket?"

"Yeah, that would be okay." I said not wanting to sound too eager.

"Maybe we should take off our clothes so we don't make a mess on them. What
do you think? Are you okay with that?"

I wanted to see him naked; I had never seen another boy or man naked. The
thought excited me even more. "Yeah . . . you first." I blurted out.

He let the robe slip off his shoulders, and then hooked his fingers under
the elastic of his briefs, and slid them down his long hairy legs, and
stepped out of them. Oh, he was so big. To my twelve year old eyes he
looked huge.

"Your turn big guy, you still want to do this?" He asked.

"You won't laugh will you, I am kind of small." I said, suddenly
self-conscious about my body.

"I am sure you are just fine for a boy your age, but if you are not ready
it is okay."

"No, I'm ready." I said pulling my shirt off over my head, and pulling my
sweat pants down, and stepped out of them. I was standing butt ass naked
with just a pair of white socks on.  I liked the way he was looking at me.

"Go get our blanked, while I put the movie on."

He slipped in a DVD, and we both climbed onto the couch. Our naked bodies
rubbing together; he pulled the blanket over us. Oh, it felt so good, it
was warm, and I loved the way his skin felt rubbing against mine. His huge
cock was pressed into the fold of my butt crack. I liked the way that felt
to.

I realized this was not the type of movies we usually watched as we
cuddled. When the first scene came on it showed a guy about Zack's age and
boy about mine, they were in their underwear, and were kissing. The boy was
sucking the older guys tongue.

While we were watching the two guys having sex, Zack was rubbing his peter
in my crack, and rubbing his hand all over my body, but he didn't rub my
wiener. He did finger my balls, and rubbed his hand lightly over my
thighs. I loved the way that felt.

When the movie was over, he asked if I would like to try some of the things
the two of them had done. I really wanted to, but some of the stuff scared
me. I loved him so much that I would do anything he wanted. "Okay." I said
in a very quiet voice.

"Lets get into my bed, okay?"

We both got up and walked naked to the rumpled bed and climbed in. He
wrapped me in his arms, and looked me in the eye. "Can I kiss you Wes?"

"Yeah" was the only response I could give. I was not sure if I was ready
for the way the man kissed on the movie, you know with his tongue and
all. But I loved Zack and wanted to please him.

He placed his lips on mine, they were moist and soft. At first it was just
a gentle kiss, and then it got more demanding, his hands traveled all over
my body. His tongue started probing my lips; I was not as repulsed as I
thought I would be. He slid his warm wet tongue into my mouth. I was
shocked, I liked it, and it made my little pecker throb a little harder. I
started sucking on it, man . . .

He started kissing my neck, slowly licking and kissing down my chest to my
button sized nipples. I could feel that feeling deep inside me. I put my
hands on the back of his head as he moved down my belly, toward my raging
boy cock. I knew what he wanted to do to it. The man did it to the boy on
the video. "Is it ok Max . . . can I? he asked, the look in his eyes
begging me to say yes.

And I did "please, oh yes"

He slid his warm mouth over my rock hard little dick. I had never felt
anything like it.  My insides were aching; I thrust my hips forward, threw
my head back, and moaned. "Oh Zack . . . it's so good. Oh, oh, oh, that
feeling is back. Zack . . . ."

I blasted my load into his mouth just like the boy on the DVD. I could feel
it in my balls.  I have never had a feeling like that before. I just melted
into the bed, and was engulfed in Zack's arms as he kissed me on the face
over and over again.

"Did you like it little man?" he asked, knowing from my response what the
answer was.  "Would you do that for me.?"

I wanted to, but was scared, his dick was so big, and would it taste bad?
But what I said was, "I love you so much Zack, I will do anything for you."

With that, he got up on his knees, and put his huge man sized cock close to
my face. This was the first cock I had ever seen other than my own. It was
long and dark with a purple head that was leaking a clear liquid out of the
pee slit. The skin was stretched so tight it was shiny. I put my finger on
the end of his knob, and rubbed the wet stuff around his dick head.

Zack seemed to like that; he closed his eyes and let out a little sound
that sounded like a puppy. I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft, his
body jerked. With one hand on his rock hard cock, I started feeling his big
low hanging balls. They were so much bigger than mine and his sack was
covered in long dark hair. I wondered what they would taste like, so I
licked them, and sucked one into my mouth.

Zack's hands moved to the back of my head, and he cupped it, and guided me
back up his dick. When I got to the head, I opened my mouth wide, and let
him push it in. I think we both moaned.

I didn't know what to do with my mouth full of his cock, when he pushed it
in too far, I would choke. I started sucking on it like you would a straw
in a milk shake, and in a way it was, because when he shot his load it
filled my mouth with a thick sweet cream. I swallowed it all just like the
boy in the movie.

Zack slid back down on the bed next to me and wrapped me in his strong
loving arms.  "Damn Max that was great!" He said hugging me close. "That is
how two guys that really love each other express their feelings and I do
love you little guy."

"I love you too Zack." I responded pressing my face into his warm hairy
chest, and smelling him. The smell of his skin comforted me. I could still
taste him in my mouth, I liked it. Was what we were doing wrong? I wanted
it, as a matter of fact; I wanted to do it again right now. "Do you want to
put it in my butt like the guy in the movie Zack?"

"More than anything little guy, but only when you are ready, that is a big
step. I want you to want it and be ready for it." He said.

I cuddled a little closer, and closed my eyes. "Will it hurt?" I asked.

"The first time might hurt a little, but it can be pleasurable too. We can
do some things that will make it hurt less; I think you will like me doing
them to you. Do you want me to show you?"

I trusted Zack, and so wanted to please him, I would have let him shove a
table leg up my ass if he wanted to. I figured today was the day, it was
Saturday, my mom was going to be gone all day, we were alone, and I wanted
to do this. I loved Zack, and it felt so good.  "I'll do anything for you
Zack, I love you." I said.

"I love you too Wes, I would never do anything to hurt you, we can stop
anytime you want." With that he started touching me all over again, and his
lips ran down my body.  When his hot wet mouth reached my raging boy cock,
he licked it. He lifted my legs up to my chest exposing my little puckered
hole to view. He gently touched it with his tongue. I had seen the boy do
that to the older guy in the movie, at first I thought it was gross, but
now . . . with Zack's tongue gently lapping my hole . . . damn. It almost
felt as good as having him lick the knob on my dick.

I could feel him gently putting pressure on the opening, trying to get his
tongue inside. I spread my legs a little wider to give him better access. I
could feel his spit running down my crack, it tickled a little. He licked
his was back to my balls, gently taking them into his mouth. I felt his
finger circling my hole . . . god . . . I was in heaven.

He took my rock hard, throbbing, boy cock into his mouth, and I felt his
finger press on the opening to my ass. I moaned, and his finger pressed
harder. He was still working it in little circles, making me crazy. My hips
were humping his mouth, and his finger went in.  It didn't go in far, but
the feelings that went through my body were like electric shocks.  He slid
his finger out, and then pushed in again . . . it went in further. Oh god,
my body couldn't handle these new feelings. I was in sexual sensory
overload.

He pulled out one more time, and pushed it back in a little harder . . . he
went in further.  OH SHIT . . . he hit something inside me. It was like he
hit a switch, my dick jerked in his mouth, and my cum shot down my shaft
bursting out the end, and into his hot wet mouth. My insides tightened up
and I shot another load, my body arching, and my hips thrusting like I was
trying to get my whole body inside his mouth. I was holding on to his hair,
and I wanted to scream. All that came out was a sound like a scared puppy.

I had stopped breathing, and was now trying to suck air into my burning
lungs. I could still feel his finger slowly moving inside me, I could feel
his tongue circling my ultra sensitive cock head, and I could feel his
throat muscles working to swallow my cum. My legs ached from being held up
to my chest, and I slowly was starting to relax, when another wave hit
me. Every muscle in my body tightened, and another load of cum exploded
from my dick. It was pleasure that bordered on pain. Zack sucked that load
out of me and swallowed it too.

When Zack crawled out from between my legs, and I stretched out, I stuck my
foot into a wet spot on the sheets where he had unloaded while he took me
in his mouth. He curled up next to me, took me in his strong arms, and held
me against his warm hairy chest. I felt so safe, so warm, so loved, a wave
of contented exhaustion swept over me. With a smile on my face, I slept.

When I woke up, Zack was still holding me, and was looking at me with his
bright shining eyes. "Hey little guy, are you going to sleep the day
away. Let's get a shower, and go to McDonald's for lunch. I stretched, my
insides still felt funny, and yes . . . my wiener was stiff again.

"Look Zack, I'm hard again." I said rolling onto my back proudly displaying
my rock hard little boy cock.

"Yeah you little horn dog, but you smell, let's jump in that shower." He
climbed out of bed and stood there naked waiting for me. I climbed out and
walked hand in hand with him to the little bathroom. He stood over the
toilet, and unloaded his bladder . . . right there in front of me. He
adjusted the water and we both got in. He took the soap and gently washed
my naked body. When he got to my stiffy, he slowly jacked me off, my thin
white cum hitting his leg, and running down the drain.

I leaned against the shower wall trying to get my rubbery legs to work as
he slid the soap over his hairy manly body, the suds running down the
drain, and a stream of water running off his beautiful soft dick.

I could feel my little pecker getting stiff again just watching him. When
we got out of the shower, he threw a towel at me and said, "Dry off big
guy, pull your pants on and run next door and get dressed. An old guy like
me needs food to fuel up so I can keep up with little fuckers like you.

I pulled my sweats on and ran home. As I was dressing I was thinking about
those good and bad touches. Teachers just didn't know what a good touch
was, no one would ever understand how much I liked having Zack touch me,
but even more than that, he liked having me touch him. I slid my hand down
the back of the tight white briefs I had pulled on. My finger sought out my
poop pucker, and I shivered when I touched it. I never knew that stinky
little hole could feel so good.

I quickly dressed in some tight jeans a big loose sleeveless tee, and slid
my bare feet into my red keds. I ran a brush through my unruly hair, and
locking the door behind me, ran back over to Zack's. When I walked in he
was standing in the middle of the floor buttoning his shirt. He was still
naked from the waist down except for white half socks. I loved the look of
his man sized wiener, and I couldn't resist.

I got down on my knees and took it in my mouth. I could smell the soap from
the shower on his skin, and his rod quickly stiffened. "That feels so good
Wes." He placed his hand on my damp hair, and guided my head as I sucked
him. I could feel his rod start to throb, his hip gently swayed, and just
when I thought we had the rhythm right, he shot a load of thick warm cum
into my mouth. I quickly swallowed it as it started to leak out of the
corner of my mouth and down my chin.

When his dick started to soften, he leaned down and helped me up. He licked
the sticky white trail from my chin and said, "I hope you still have room
for a Big Mack, after eating a load like that." He smiled and we looked
deep in my eyes. "Thank you Wes.  That was so nice."

We went to the corner and caught the bus. As we were climbing aboard, I
caught the bus driver checking Zack out. He was a hot looking guy, but he
was my guy. We took a seat in the back, and Zack stretched out his long
legs. "Have you ever done this kind of stuff with anyone before?" I asked,
keeping my eyes averted, looking out the window as the city slid by.

"Never with anyone like you, and they were all older. They made me do stuff
I didn't want to do, and they hurt me. That is why I will never do anything
you don't want to do, or do not feel ready for, and I will never hurt you
Wesley. I will never hurt you the way they hurt me."

We rode the rest of the way in silence; I think Zack was working through
some demons from his past. When we got to McDonald's I still had room for a
big Mac, as a matter of fact, I ate two. It was nice being there with Zack;
I think everyone thought we were brothers. That would be neat, having Zack
as a brother. Can you have sex with a brother?

We walked to a nearby mall and goofed off for a while, but I was starting
to get a little randy, and wanted to go home.

When we got back to Zack's apartment, I stripped out of my clothes, and ran
to the bed.  "Let's do it some more Zack, please . . ."

"Well, I guess I am not forcing you, it kind of looks like you want it." He
said as he took off his clothes and climbed in with me.

"Can we fuck now?" I asked. Fuck was a new word for me, it sounded dirty
and it excited me just saying it. My little boy cock was standing up and
rigid.

"I don't know little man, I don't know if you are ready, and I don't want
to hurt you."

"Oh, I'm ready, please . . . just go slow, and everything will be ok. I
loved feeling your finger in me. Don't you want to fuck me?"

"Oh hell Wes, I want you more than you know, but the first time a man took
me he hurt me bad, and I don't want to do that to you."

"Did he force you?" I asked innocently

"Yeah, he ripped my pants off and forced his cock in my ass and ripped me
bad. I want your first time to be more fun than mine."

"But Zack, you are not forcing me; I am offering it to you. I want you
inside me. I want to make your dick feel good, I want to cum again like I
did with your finger. Please."

I got on all fours and stuck my little boy ass in his face. I guess it was
just too much for him. He dove in . . . face first. He licked and sucked my
little pucker, exciting me beyond all reason. I was rocking back and forth
trying to get his tongue deeper and deeper in my hole. He finally pulled
away, and said. "Okay, Wes, I will do it, lay down on your back."  And I
did.

He pulled a bottle of lube out of the night stand drawer, and crawled over
to me. He put my feet on his shoulders, and slowly dribbled the cold lube
in my crack. My little red pucker was exposed, and he slowly rubbed his
finger inside me causing me to have those incredible feelings again. He
filled my little hole with lube and then coated his huge throbbing cock
with more.

I don't think I had ever seen his wiener this hard, the veins were popping
out of the skin and he was leaking cum like crazy. It made me feel good
that my little body was having that kind of effect on him. "Please Zack
fuck me, fuck me know." I begged.

I wanted his to feel good; I wanted him to feel the way he made me
feel. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, just go slow." I have to admit I was a little scared, but I knew
it would feel good for him, and I wanted this for him. I would pretend it
felt good, even if it hurt like hell.

He pressed his dick head to my tight little hole, I tried to relax, but I
was a little nervous.  He pressed a little harder, and then pulled back and
sat back on his heals. "What's wrong?" I asked him. "Don't you want me?"

He smiled and said. "No little guy, I want you so bad, I almost shot my
load just pushing on your little pussy. Give me a minute to calm down, and
I'll try again." I sat up and pushed my mouth on his, I gave him a long
deep kiss. Oh, I loved him so.

He lay me back down, and positioned my feet in his strong broad shoulders,
and leaned into me. His cock popped in past the first ring. It did hurt a
little, but I just smiled and moaned. He pushed a little harder and was all
the way in. Oh shit, it didn't hurt, it felt wonderful. He held real still
and looked into my eyes. "I haven't hurt you have I Wesley?" He asked, his
eyes pleading with me.

"Hell no! Oh god it feels great, give me more." I begged

He started slowly moving his big manly cock in and out of my little boy
hole. I have never felt anything so wonderful. As his rod stroked that
special spot in me I thought I was going to pass out. He moved very slowly,
but each time he thrust into me he pushed deeper and deeper. He was making
that sound he makes, the one that sounds like a puppy crying, and I knew
his time was near. So was mine.

We both exploded at the same time, shooting globs of creamy white cum, over
and over.  I had never felt anything as wonderful as his cum coating my
insides, as mine shot wildly around, landing on my face, chest, arms and
finally dribbling down my shaft and dripping off my balls. He pulled out of
me, leaving me with an empty feeling, and allowing cold air from the room
to rush up my stretched boy hole. He flopped onto his back next to me, I
climbed on top of him, my cum smearing between our hot sweaty bodies, and
kissed him deep again.

He licked the cum off my face, and pulled me tight to him. It was at this
point I realized that he was crying. "Why are you crying Zack? Are you
okay?"

"Oh yeah, I am so glad you liked me doing that to you. I am so happy and I
love you so much. When my first foster father did it to me, he hurt me
really bad, I hated him. I am so glad that you enjoyed your first time. I
was afraid I would hurt you like he hurt me; I thought I was just like
him. I needed you so bad . . ."

I kissed his tears away, how could this kind, sweet, loving guy ever think
he would hurt me. I tasted his salty tears, and then spread my ass cheeks
for him, and let him slide his now hard cock back inside me. I gently
started rocking, I could feel his dick get harder and swell inside me as my
passion and need increased.


EPILOG

I am eighteen teen now and have a boy friend named Peter. He is my age,
tall, dark with green eyes, and hung like an Arabian Stallion. I came out
to my mom when I was sixteen, she took it pretty well. Our relationship was
strained for a while, but we are back to normal now. Peter and I will be
sharing a room next Fall when we leave for college. Zack graduated last
year and moved away to take a good job in New York. He is twenty four now,
and living with a guy named Raymond, he is about Zack's age. I know it
looked like Zack was a pedophile, but I think he just needed to work
through some of the trauma from his youth in foster care. I was the only
little boy he has been with and I thank god every day that he moved next
door to us.



Well guys, tell me what you think. Did any of you get hard reading this?
Let me know shyoldguy@hotmail.com