Date: Sun, 11 Dec 2016 17:57:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hugh Banton <clover2209@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coming in through the Back Door

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COMING IN THROUGH THE BACK DOOR

By anonymous.a

I don't know what it is with kids these days. They never go outside.

Maybe that's why they're allergic to everything. They never get dirty,
sunburned, or stung by a bee.

I guess it's my generation's fault. We invented video games, the internet
and social media – all the reasons kids don't go outside.

If I could change that I would, because today's kids are missing out on a
fun world, and I'm missing out on some hot boys to fool around with.

Again, let me emphasize that by using the word "boy," I don't mean a male
under the age of 18. I do find it odd that in some states children as young
as 14 can get married as long as their parents say it's OK. Fourteen? Are
you kidding me? The first time I ejaculated I was 14.

No, I'm not interested in underage males, but I confess I've seen (and
fooled around with) some 18-year-olds who were definitely hot stuff. By
comparison I would say guys in their late 20s and older know a lot more
about what feels good and what's fun about sex. But sometimes the young
guys' enthusiasm makes up for their lack of knowledge.

Like the boy down the street, the one I rarely saw because he never came
out of the damn house. He turned out to be a firecracker, although he had
never fucked an actual human being until he met me. His sexual experiences
were entirely virtual, as in Snapchat, Scruff and Zoosk.

I say he "never" came out of the house; obviously he had to come outside
sometimes. But sightings were so rare I could count on one hand how many
times I had gotten a glimpse of him.

He was an interesting-looking kid, about 5-9, 160 pounds, with furry legs,
a mop of dark brown hair, and wire-rimmed glasses. He always wore nylon
shorts and T-shirts, and seemed to have a book bag surgically attached to
his shoulder. Between his glasses and his bangs, it was hard to tell what
those eyes looked like.

He walked to a nearby bus stop to catch a ride to high school, and for that
reason I didn't pay a whole lot of attention to him. I assumed he was too
young. Sometimes as I was leaving for my morning walk we would cross
paths. I would say "Good morning" and he would respond pleasantly enough
– that is until his parents bought him his first Galaxy. From then on
his nose was buried in the damn thing.

Then one morning as I returned from my walk, I saw him slowly making his
way back to his house. I decided I would force him to look away from the
phone and engage another human being in communication.

"Miss the bus?" I asked in what I hoped was a pleasant tone of voice.

He did look up. In fact, I think I startled him. He appeared shocked at
first, but then smiled guiltily.

"Yes, and my folks are going to kill me," he said in a near-whisper. "My
mom doesn't drive and my dad is sick with a cold. The last thing he'll want
is to drive me to school."

"Don't bother them," I said, waving my hand. "I'll give you a ride. C'mon,"
and I motioned for my house.

We entered the kitchen which, thank God, I had cleaned up that morning, and
I got my wallet. Out at the car he tossed his book bag into the back seat
and slouched into the front. I got in and we headed out.

Along the way I learned his name, Jody, and that he was 18, did not have a
driver's license, had no idea what he would do with his life, and loved the
Flaming Lips. I told him my name, where I worked and what I did, that I was
a fan of The Killers, and then, right before we turned into the high school
parking lot, that I liked guys.

That didn't seem to faze him at all. When we stopped he dragged his book
bag up front and, as he was getting out, said, "I really appreciate you
giving me a ride. My dad probably appreciates it more, but don't tell
him. He and Mom would probably freak out that I accepted a ride from a
stranger."

"We're not strangers," I corrected him. "We're neighbors, and neighbors do
things for one another. So you have a good day and I'll be seeing you
around the 'hood."

He smiled and said, "Later" as he headed off for the front of the building.

I watched him go. Eighteen, huh? Now I could look at that meaty butt of his
and not feel guilty.

I didn't see Jody again until a few nights later. I had gotten home from
work, changed clothes and was trying to decide what frozen object I wanted
to thaw for dinner when I heard a light tapping at the front door. I
flipped on the porch light and there was Jody, looking over his shoulders
to see if the neighbors were watching. I opened the door and he slipped
inside, turning off the porch light once he was in.

"My folks think I'm walking down to the convenience store for a Coke ..."
and then his voice trailed off, as if he didn't know what to say after that
... or maybe was embarrassed to continue.

I nodded and said, "OK ... and?"

He gave me a sheepish smile and said, "The other day you told me you liked
guys, and I was wondering ... well, I wanted to know if ... um. ..."

I nodded and smiled. I collected his hand into mine and gently led him to
the back bedroom.

I didn't say anything after that. I simply did.

He followed me eagerly. We stopped next to my bed. I placed my hands on his
shoulders, and leaned in to kiss him. It was not one of those slobbery,
all-tongue porn video kisses. I covered his lips with mine and kissed him
tenderly, making satisfied "Mmmm" sounds as I did so. He returned my kisses
and we stood there a good two minutes, enjoying each other's lips, his
hands tentatively roaming my body at first, then exploring more vigorously
when it became obvious I wanted him to continue.

I paused to take off his glasses and put them on the nightstand next to my
bed. Then I pulled off his T-shirt. He had a thatch of black chest hair
between his tits. I ran my hand through it as I stooped and sucked on his
nipples. He cupped the back of my head with his hand and encouraged me to
suckle, gasping when my lips closed over the nipple and applied suction.

As I did that I hooked my thumbs under the waist of his shorts and began
pulling them down, bending my knees so that my body lowered, my lips
traveling from his nipples to his stomach and following a hairy treasure
trail to his steamy crotch.

He was extremely hairy. His bush was thick, like a lumberjack's, and my
impression was he'd never shaved it, which suited me just fine. I love a
thick nest of pubes. Peeping from that black forest was a fat cock that
grew larger as I breathed on it – not a long pole of a cock, mind you,
but a thick, fat fucker protruding above a pair of hairy coconut balls. He
hadn't showered since that morning, I guessed, and I could smell a day's
accumulation of heat, sweat, and sex hormones radiating from his crotch.

I took his cock into my mouth and sucked. Jody let out a loud gasp and his
entire body seemed to shiver. I didn't know this at the time, but mine was
the first mouth to touch his dick, which explains why it grew so hard so
fast, and why he suddenly grabbed my head with both hands, thrust with his
hips, and spewed out an explosive geyser of cum into my mouth and throat.

Wow. I wasn't prepared for that. Usually the cock-sucking is a prelude to
bigger and better things. But Jody was a virgin and to him, the sensation
of my lips and tongue on his sausage of a dick was all the stimulation he
could stand at that moment. And he erupted.

At least some of his brew leaked from my mouth and ran down my chin. I
could feel his beefy mushroom cap pulsing as he stood there, emptying his
balls into me while he sucked at the superheated air of my bedroom, gasping
for breath.

I swallowed and swallowed. Really, it was all I could do. He was gripping
my head and had his crotch rammed into my face, and there was no escaping
this sex lock.

He finally stopped pumping sperm into me and I gave his dick a good
cleaning before I backed off it. He was breathing heavily and when I looked
up, he was smiling down at me, his eyes half lidded, a dreamy smile smeared
across his lips.

"That was so fucking awesome," he whispered. "That was the best, just the
best. I don't know how to thank you."

I reached up and jacked his cock a little. Despite the recent tongue bath I
had given it, the flesh was sticky, as if he hadn't showered all day. And
it was getting hard again. Oh, to be that young.

"Here's how you can thank me," I whispered, and dropped my shorts. I lay
back on the bed with my ass right at the edge of the mattress, raised my
legs and exposed my asshole by spreading my legs.

Jody didn't need to be told what to do. He knelt a little and positioned
that fat cock tip that had so recently been in my mouth against my
anus. Then he started pushing. I tried to relax my asshole to let him in
because I hadn't really lubed him, except for my spit. I felt the head
starting to penetrate me and then the muscles surrounding my hole pulled
back and the head popped in. He slowly pushed it in and as he did so, that
delicious feeling of being filled with mancock slowly enveloped me.

I felt his cock bottom out as his crotch took over my ass. I could even
feel his balls pressing against my ass cheeks. He leaned in to kiss me and
as he did so, I slid my hands over his burly ass cheeks, trying to pull him
more deeply into me. The breath whistled between our lips as we struggled
for air amidst our combined passion. I could not believe how good this
felt, having this boy, now a man, buried in my body. I allowed my right
hand to explore his crack and it was hot and sweaty inside. I could imagine
steam rising from his flesh, flavoring the air of my bedroom with ass,
sperm, and sweat.

He started fucking me, slowly at first, then accelerating. I started
jacking my cock, enjoying the sensation of his young flesh pounding into my
ass. His bangs had fallen over his eyes but I no longer needed to see them
to know he was out of control with lust. His banging away, his
deep-throated moans and the savage contractions of his ass muscles told me
everything his eyes would have said.

He fucked me and I held on for dear life, riding his cock, allowing it to
touch every square inch of my insides. The shaft rubbed deliciously against
my ass muscles as he pulled out and plunged in, banging against my
backside, the flesh gluing and ungluing with wet slapping sounds.

I knew this was not going to last because it felt too good, and as my
finger found his asshole and rubbed the wrinkled outside, he suddenly
arched his back, gritted his teeth and fired another titanic blast of sperm
into my body. I could feel it pulsing into me and the knowledge that until
a few short minutes ago, this kid had been a virgin, was too much for me to
bear. I clamped onto his ass, holding him inside me as my own cock erupted
with a bone-shattering explosion of cum. It came out of me in a single,
titanic jet that coated both our chests as Jody leaned in again to smother
me with scalding kisses.

We lay in that position for a good minute or two, enjoying the pleasure of
our mutual satisfaction, waiting for the simmer of orgasm to cool, and then
he slowly eased from me. I tightened my ass muscles so that none of his cum
would escape. I had some in my belly and now my colon. I wanted it inside
me as long as possible.

He stood up and shook his head. "I think part of my brain exploded," he
laughed. "I think if you look at the back of my head, you'll see a giant
hole with smoke coming out of it."

"Don't say that! I don't want you dying on me. I've got plans for that
crotch," I joked, cupping his balls.

We got cleaned up. Jody started to leave but I stopped him. "Aren't you
forgetting something?"

He looked confused.

"You told your folks you were going to the store for a Coke." I opened the
fridge and handed him a plastic bottle. "Now get going before they wonder
where the hell you are."

These days Jody drops by a couple of times per week. He climbs the fence in
his back yard, sneaks across the neighbor's back yard and enters through
the gate to my place. He comes in through the back door.

He does that because the neighbors are always watching, and we don't want
it getting back to his mom and dad that his trips to "the store" aren't
just to slake his thirst.

Well, not that kind of thirst, anyway.

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