Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2007 00:21:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Josh Williams <xxxscribe_sf@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lessons From the Neighbors

The following contains graphic depictions of men having sex with men.
If this offends you, stop reading right now.

This is my second venture into writing erotica. All comments are
 welcome. Enjoy.

"Lessons From the Neighbors"
by Josh Williams
xxxscribe_sf@yahoo.com


Part One

"You wanna suck my cock, don't you, kid?" he teased me, one corner of his
hot, mustached mouth turning upward into a sexy smirk. I was kneeling in
front of him, my heart pounding and my knees shaking, looking up into his
eyes. I was so excited I couldn't speak. I felt paralyzed by his stare.

I was still fully clothed; he was standing there in front of me naked but
for his briefs. I finally found the willpower to break his gaze and let my
eyes languorously travel down his manly body. From my vantage point below,
his broad shoulders looked even more powerful, his hairy pecs even more
meaty. I noticed the thick tufts of dark hair peeking out of his armpits
and followed the furry trail over his chest, his erect nipples, and down
his strong stomach to where it disappeared beneath the waistband of his
briefs.

I could see the shape of his man-sized erection through the thin material.
His cock pointed diagonally up to the left and was straining so hard
against the white cotton that it was pulling the waistband away from his
body a couple of inches. I peeked in and saw the dark, curly mass of his
pubes.

A jolt of electricity shot through my body as he reached down and tousled
my hair with his strong hand. My 18-year-old cock surged in my jeans. "Go
on. Take it out and play with it," he urged softly but firmly.

I moved in a few inches closer and tentatively put my hands on his thighs,
momentarily reveling in the sensation of the warm, muscular hairiness. I
was so close to his body that I could smell his sweaty crotch, and I
noticed the large, wet spot on his briefs where his cock head was oozing
precum. I moved my hands up his thighs and started slowly pulling his
briefs down. Smooth fabric slid over hot skin, gradually revealing his
thick, dark pubic bush. I was about to get a glimpse of another man's
erection for the first time, and I was so excited I could barely see
straight.

"So this is what goes on while I'm at work?" the deep voice behind me
boomed. My heart stopped. I looked up at Bill. He looked surprised, but he
was smiling. What the fuck was going on?

I slowly turned around to see Bill's lover, Tom, standing in the doorway,
clad in only his unbuttoned dress shirt and boxers, which were tented over
a big, fat hard-on. Tall and blonde with a sexy, trim beard, he was a hot
contrast to Bill's dark, compact hairiness. Tom, like Bill, was smiling,
silently communicating something to his lover while they locked eyes on
each other.

"We're gonna have to show you what happens to horny little bastards who try
to suck my lover's cock behind my back," Tom said, looking right at me with
a mock seriousness that quickly turned into a sexy grin.

Tom walked right past and joined his lover behind me. My head was spinning
as the implications of the scene started to sink in. Still on my knees, I
slowly turned around to see Tom slip his muscular arm around Bill's beefy
shoulder and pull him close. They nuzzled each other's faces for a moment
and whispered something to each other that I couldn't hear. Then Tom
planted his mouth on Bill's and they kissed, swirling their tongues
together and sucking on each other's lips and hairy faces. My cock was
throbbing inside my jeans and aching for release. I reached down and
squeezed it through the denim and felt a slippery spot of precum that had
leaked through.

Bill and Tom stopped their kissing, and both men looked at me lustfully
while they advanced toward me. When their crotches we right in front of my
face, Tom knelt down so that he was face to face with me.

"You look like you've got a pretty big boner in those jeans there. Why
don't you let it loose and show it to us?" he asked, one eyebrow playfully
raised. I fumbled over my words and hesitated, so Tom took charge. Pushing
my hand away, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Then he slowly pulled my
shirt up, exposing my stomach and chest. "Sexy body, kid," he said, leering
at me and letting out a long, low whistle. "Hey Bill, get a load of this
tight little body." And with that, Tom pulled my partially-unbuttoned shirt
up and over my head until I was kneeling in front of both of them, half
naked, heart beating a mile a minute.

Bill then knelt down and pulled my jeans down the rest of the way. My cock
was tenting out my briefs and was pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I was
so close to cuming that I was gonna bust my load if I so much as looked
down at my hard on. Then Tom reached over and finished what his lover
started, pulling my briefs down to expose my erect cock and balls.

"Kevin... Kevin."

I froze. It was my mom's voice. She was going to walk in on me fucking
around with the neighbors! I had to get out of there.

I reached down and started to pull up my underwear, but Bill intervened.

"Not so fast, kid. We're not done with you yet," he said, smiling, as he
reached out a big hand and grabbed me by my dick.

That's all it took. Lust trumped fear as I felt a powerful orgasm exploding
in my groin, and everything started happening in slow motion. I looked down
at my cock just in time to see the first volley of cum shoot out and splash
all over Bill's dark, wiry pubes.

"Fuck yeah, kid! That's it. Shoot your load!" Bill growled as he kept
pumping my spasming cock.

"Kevin! What are you doing in there?!" It was my mom's voice again. She was
going to walk in on me while I was naked with two other guys, one of whom
was dripping with my cum. I didn't care, though. These guys were so fucking
hot, and I was having the best orgasm of my young life.

My groin contracted violently again, and another squirt shot out of my piss
hole, this time landing on Tom, who had just leaned in to watch the action
more closely. Just as my cock was erupting again, I looked up to see Tom
licking my cum off his hairy hand.

Suddenly, everything started to fade and get blurry, and I was afraid I was
passing out. My cock was still on fire, though, and I kept shooting and
shooting, even as I was losing consciousness. Then everything went black.

And I woke up.

My ejaculation continued even as I was coming to and was rudely interrupted
by my mom rapping on my bedroom door, trying to get me up for summer
school. Suddenly the door opened opened, and she peeked in.

"Kevin, I've been calling you for the last 15 minutes. You're going to be
late for school!"

"OK, Mom. I'm up, I'm up!" I answered, worried she'd find out I just jizzed
all over my sheets and annoyed that she'd woken me out of such a fuckin'
hot dream. I reached down to feel inside my jockeys, and sure enough, they
were soaked with my thick, hot cum. Luckily, it was cool the night before,
so the covers were over me when my mom looked in. My cock was still rock
hard and slick with cum, so I wrapped my hand around it and gave myself a
final few strokes as I replayed my erotic reverie in my head.

Tom and Bill -- the stars of my dream -- were the 30-something gay couple
who lived down the street. They were also the object of my fantasies during
many (OK, most) of my jerk-off sessions. Just thinking about the two of
them fucking around with each other got me hard. They were both so
masculine and rugged. Occasionally I would see one or both of them working
out in the yard, shirtless and dripping with sweat, and I'd have to try
really hard not to blatantly stare. Then I'd usually have to run back in
the house to relieve the throbbing erection I'd spring.

Both men had beefy, muscular bodies and lots of hair in all the right
places. Tom was tall with short sandy blonde hair and a close-cropped beard
that set off his square jaw and sexy mouth. Bill was shorter and a bit
stockier, with dark hair and a mustache frequently accompanied by a
five-o'clock shadow that drove me crazy.

It was the summer of 1977, and I had just turned 18. I was living with my
mom; she and my dad were divorced, and I didn't see much of him. I had
known I was attracted to men since I was about 10, and I had recently told
my mom that I was gay. She was a hippie and pretty cool, so she was very
supportive. We had a really good relationship. Well, as good a relationship
as a teenager can have with his mom. I was very lucky, since most gay kids
my age who came out to their parents were getting kicked out of their homes
back then. Even though we lived in a fairly progressive Northern California
town, it was still the 70s, so mom urged me to be discreet for my own
safety. Some people, like mom, knew about Tom and Bill, but to most people
they were just the very attractive neighborhood bachelors who happened to
share a house.

After a quick shower, I stripped the bed of my semen-soaked sheets and
headed downstairs for breakfast. After our usual weekday morning chit chat,
mom put down her coffee cup and cleared her throat. That was a signal she
was about to get serious, and I wondered what was up.

"Kevin," she began, looking a bit uncomfortable, "I hope you don't get
angry with me for doing this, but yesterday, I told Tom and Bill that
you're gay."

"Mom!" I cried. "What did you do that for?!" I was mortified. I was still
new to being gay, and mom was the only one I had told so far.

"Because, Kevin," she answered, reaching over the table and taking my hand,
"I'm worried about you. You're 18 years old, and you should be enjoying
life. Lately, all you've been doing is shutting yourself in your room and
listening to records. You need to get out and meet people -- gay people. I
just want you to be happy. I love you."

My anger melted away. She was right.

"I love you, too, mom. But next time, please ask me before you tell anyone,
OK?"

 "Deal," she agreed, smiling. "But please promise me you'll talk to Tom and
Bill. It'd be really good for you. They're great guys, and they have lots
of friends they can introduce you to. And they can answer questions for you
that I can't answer."

"OK," I acquiesced, still uncomfortable with the idea. Talking about my
homosexuality with the two guys who were the objects of my jerk-off
fantasies both excited and scared me. The few times I had spoken with
either of them, I always got distracted and flustered, and I ended up
sounding like a fool. The last time Bill and I had an exchange, he was in
his front yard trimming the hedges. It was a hot day, and he was wearing a
tank top. I couldn't stop staring at his hairy, muscular arms, and I
started stammering like an idiot when I noticed the dark hair that was
peeking out of his sweaty armpits.

"Gotta run, mom!" I said, realizing I was going to be late.

"Think about what I said, OK?" she pleaded as I pecked her on the cheek and
made my way out the door.

"OK, OK!" I agreed, just wanting to get her off my back

Going to summer school sucked, but I had to go in order to graduate. I'd
always been a pretty good student, but my grades had slipped a bit during
my junior year. Fortunately, classes ended at noon, so I had the rest of
the day to bum around and enjoy the warm weather. Mom had other plans for
me, though. When I got home, there was a note on the table:

"Kevin, don't forget to mow the lawn today. Spoke with Bill and Tom
yesterday, and they said we could use their mower while ours is getting
fixed. Love, Mom"

Fuck. I really didn't want to spend the afternoon mowing the lawn. And I
really didn't want to go over to Tom and Bill's house to get their
lawnmower. I was always eager to sneak a peek at them, but now that mom let
the cat out of the bag, I was even more uncomfortable with the idea of
talking to them.

I decided to get it over with and went over and rang their doorbell. No one
answered on the first ring, so I tried again. Maybe they weren't home, and
I'd be off the hook? But just as I was turning around to leave, the door
opened., and there stood Tom in shorts and a t-shirt. He looked strange,
like he just got out of bed, but he didn't seem sleepy or groggy.

"Hey Kev!"

"Hi Tom," I said, trying hard not to stare at his hairy legs. I could swear
I spied a slight bulge in his shorts, but I wrote it off as wishful
thinking. "Mom said I could borrow the lawnmower?"

"Oh, yeah.... sure," Tom replied distractedly.  "Come on in. It's out
back." As I walked through the door, Tom put his hand on my shoulder, and
my heart skipped a beat. He'd always been a very touchy-feely guy, but ever
since I hit puberty, it took on an entirely different meaning for me.

As Tom was leading me through the house and making small talk, Bill emerged
from the bedroom. He had that same disheveled look as Tom did.

"Hi Kevin, how are you?" he said, patting my back. Feeling both men's hands
on me at the same time was having quite an effect on me, and I could feel
my teenage cock start to swell. Within seconds, I had a raging hard on. I
looked down, and to my horror, my shorts were very obviously tenting out. I
turned bright red.

"Is something wrong?" Bill asked when I hadn't responded to his greeting. I
saw him look at Tom, who nodded his head toward my crotch. They exchanged a
smile, both looking like they were trying to stop from laughing. I was
mortified.

"I'm sorry, I, I..." I stuttered, wanting to crawl under the nearest rock.

"Kevin, it's OK," Bill said, his hand still on my back. "It happens to all
of us guys! It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"When I was your age, Kevin, I walked around with a permanent hard on!" Tom
added, laughing.

That made me feel a lot better, and I started to smile a bit. I was still
pretty embarrassed, though.

"Look, Kevin," Bill began, his voice softening and taking on a kindly tone,
"your mom told us about you... about your being gay, I mean. If you want to
talk or have any questions, Tom and I are here for you, OK?" Bill had his
hand on my shoulder. I glanced at his rounded biceps and caught a glimpse
of his hairy armpits. I averted my eyes before he could notice. And before
my hardon came back.

"Any time, whenever you want," Tom added.

I nodded, looking at both of them, a little dazed.

"Would you like to talk now?" Bill asked. "You don't have to. Whenever
you're ready. It's just that you look like you could use it right now."

I nodded again.

My heart was pounding as they led me to the living room. We sat down, and I
started to talk. It was slow going at first, but before I knew it, I was
pouring my heart out. I talked about how I knew I was gay from a very young
age, about what it was like at school, about how mom reacted when I told
her. I also asked a lot of questions. When did they know they were gay? Did
their families know?

Tom and Bill were great listeners, and they answered my questions frankly
and honestly. I even got up the nerve to ask them when they lost their
virginity. I didn't expect them to ask me the same question.

"Um, I still haven't." I admitted sheepishly.

They both looked surprised.

"I don't really know any gay people besides you guys," I added.

"Look Kevin," Tom said, leaning closer, "you've got to get out there and
meet other gay guys your age. It's important for you to develop friendships
with other gay men. And besides that, it sounds like you need someone to,
uh, show you the ropes."  He and Bill were both grinning now.

Before I knew what I was doing, the words were coming out of my mouth.

"Will you guys... show me the ropes?"

Silence. Both men looked dumbstruck.

"Oh, Kevin, I don't think..." Tom started to say.

"No, never mind. I'm sorry. That was stupid. I'm gonna go now," I
stammered, not able to look either of them in the eye. I started to get up
and head toward the door.

"Kevin, wait," Bill pleaded. Then Tom got stood up, grabbed me, and gently
turned me around. He had his hands on my shoulders. I couldn't look at him.

"Kevin, look at me." I slowly raised my head and met his gaze. He was
smiling. "Kevin, Bill and I both think you are very, very sexy, and we
would love nothing more than to take you upstairs to our bedroom and teach
you everything we know about man-to-man sex. We've talked about it before."

"You have?"

"Uh huh. In fact, we usually talk about it while we're having sex," Tom
said, grinning slyly.

Just then I felt Bill behind me, grabbing me and drawing himself close. His
big, hairy arms were wrapped around my torso, and I could feel his huge
boner rubbing against the crack of my ass through my jeans.

His hands still on my shoulders. Tom stepped in closer and nuzzled his face
to mine. I could feel his hot breath on my cheek as he spoke. "You know,
Kevin, when you rang our doorbell, Tom and I were in bed, shirts off,
making out and getting ready to go at it," he said, his voice sexy and
low. "We had to scramble to get our clothes back on. I was hoping you
wouldn't notice our hard cocks when I answered the door." With that, Tom
leaned his hips in and rubbed the rock hard bulge in his pants against the
erection that was straining against the cotton of by boxers and jeans. At
the same time, Bill slipped his big hands under my shirt to rub my hairy
chest and tweak my erect nipples.

"You like your nipples being played with, kid?" Bill asked as he was
squeezing, flicking and pulling on my erect nubs.

"Uh huh," I panted. My heart was beating so hard I could hear the blood
pounding inside my head. I couldn't believe I was there, being sandwiched
and manhandled by these two incredibly hot men. I'd never been so turned on
in my life.

"Why don't you take your shirt off, Tom, so Kevin can have an up close and
personal look at another man's body?" Bill suggested. "Would you like that,
Kevin," he continued, pulling me back into a giant bear hug.

"Yeah!" I nodded, dazed. As Tom shucked his t-shirt, I took in the
view. Hunky, solid, hairy, especially his pits, which I zeroed in on as he
pulled his shirt up and over his head. His manly scent, which I'd detected
a bit earlier, hit my nostrils full force. My cock swelled, and even though
it was as of yet untouched, I was dangerously close to shooting.

Bill's hands left my chest and went to Tom's, latching on to his nipples
and using them as handles to pull him close. Our eyes locked, and I
instinctively knew what would happen next. Tom's hand came up and gently
grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my face to his.

"First kiss?" Tom asked gently, one eyebrow raised. I nodded. He smiled,
and our lips met. I knew what kissing involved, but I wasn't prepared to
feel his tongue as it snaked into my mouth. I was overwhelmed by the
sensations -- the softness of his lips, the roughness of his beard, the
slickness of his tongue, the taste of his breath and saliva. My mind was
reeling. The next thing I knew, Bill's hands were on mine, guiding them up
and resting them on Tom's furry pecs.

"Go ahead Kevin," Bill urged. "Don't be shy. My lover has a great
body. Feel it."

Still locked in my kiss with Tom, I moved my hands down, running my finger
over his solid pecs, through his thick chest fur and brushing them against
his erect nipples. Tom responded by moaning into our kiss and driving his
tongue even deeper into my mouth.

"Tom and I both really love having our nipples played with," Bill
continued, his mouth so close to my ear that I could feel the heat of his
breath. "Flick them with your thumbs, like this." A jolt electricity shot
from my nipples right to my cock as Bill demonstrated his technique on
me. I grabbed Tom's nipples and started flicking them in earnest. Bill let
out a deep moan behind me, and I realized that Tom had reached around me to
lift up Bill's shirt and play with his lover's neglected nipples. The three
of us stood there moaning and breathing heavy, lost in our kissing and
nipple play.

"Let's have a look at you now, Kevin," Tom said, breaking our kiss and
reaching down to pull my shirt off. As he was undressing me, I felt Bill
pull away behind me and heard rustling as he, too, bared his torso. Big
arms once again encircled me as Bill pulled me back into his meaty, furry
chest. Tom followed suit, wrapping his muscular arms around both of us, his
hairy stomach and chest rubbing against mine. I was in heaven, surrounded
by muscles, skin, hair, and musky man smell.

I was feeling bolder and wanted to play with Bill, so I leaned back and
turned my head toward him. He took the cue and planted his lips on mine. I
decided it was my turn to explore, so I pushed my tongue into his mustached
mouth, and he eagerly accepted it. We kissed passionately, tongues
swirling, sucking, nibbling, as I got lost in the second kiss of my life.

My cock was twitching in time with my heartbeat as Tom and Bill continued
to feel me up -- rubbing, caressing, squeezing, pulling. Tom was paying
special attention to my nipples, working them over until I was panting and
moaning into his lover's mouth. All of a sudden, I felt Bill's hand start
making its way down toward my cock. Before I could protest, he gave my cock
a firm squeeze. That, combined with working my nipples, and my tongue in
Bill's mouth, pushed me over the edge.

"Fuck... no!" I rasped into Bill's mouth, but it was too late. I started
tingling all over as my groin contracted and the spasms started. I felt the
hot, thick semen squirting out of my cock and coating the insides of my
briefs and I experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm of my young life. Tom
continued working my nipples through my climax, and Bill held me tight to
his warm, furry chest.

Even as my orgasm subsided and I floated back down to earth, my prostate
continued to twitch. My briefs were soaked. The intensity of my climax had
caused me to squeeze my eyes shut, and I realized they were still
shut. When I opened them, Tom was looking right at me, rubbing my stomach
and smiling.

"Dirty boy," Bill chuckled behind me as he kissed me on my shoulder.

I was embarrassed as hell. My first sexual encounter, and I couldn't even
last past first base.

"I'm sorry, you guys," I said sheepishly. "When I jerk off, I usually last
a lot longer. I guess I just got too excited."

"Hey, that's OK," Tom consoled as he kissed me. "We have plenty of time to
play. And besides, this just means you'll last longer when we take you
upstairs to our bedroom." He winked at me.

"You wearing underwear?" Bill asked, still kissing my shoulder.

"Um, yeah. Why?" I asked, puzzled.

"Mmmmmm. I was hoping so," Bill replied, squeezing me.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Never mind," Tom interjected. "You'll see. Now, how about coming upstairs
with us and helping Bill and I pick up where we left off, right before you
arrived?" He didn't wait for me to answer. He just kissed me, hard. Then I
watched breathlessly as he and Bill kissed. I'd never seen two guys kiss
before, so it was incredibly hot to watch, especially up close. I was
getting rock hard again just watching their tongues exploring each other's
mouths. Bill reached down and grabbed my cum-covered cock through my jeans.

"I think our friend here is ready to move on to his next lesson," Bill
said, breaking their kiss and nodding for Tom to look down at the raging
erection that was bulging in my jeans once again. They were both smiling
playfully, but Bill suddenly got serious and pulled me a little
closer. "Kevin," he began, "Tom and I are really excited to be sharing your
first sexual experience, but before we do this, we want you to know that
we'll only take this as far as you want to go. We're going to take charge
and show you how men make love to each other, but if there's anything that
makes you uncomfortable, just tell us, and we'll stop. And if there's
anything we're not doing that you'd like to try, just ask. Tom and I are
both very open-minded about sex. OK?"

I was speechless. I couldn't imagine NOT wanting to try anything sexual
with these guys.

"I want you guys to teach me everything," I replied, looking Tom right in
the eye.

"Atta boy!" Tom laughed, kissing me and giving my ass a little smack.

"Come on, let's go upstairs and get started," Bill said, grabbing my fat
boner. "I'm horny as hell!"