Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2002 16:03:05 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: APARTMENT NEXT DOOR - 1

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THE APARTMENT NEXT DOOR - 1

My parents had lived in the same small town and in the same house since a
few years after they were married.  I knew no other home.  Ever since I
could remember Mrs.  Erickson had been our next-door neighbor and she had
always rented an apartment that she had converted from the rear part of her
house - she was a widow and a seamstress but still needed the rent from the
apartment to supplement her income.

I never paid much attention to who moved in or who moved out until a young
couple moved in - Matt and Amy Daniels.  Matt had grown up locally but his
mother had moved to Nebraska three or four years ago. His mother was a
close friend to my parents.  Now he had moved back to town.  He was the new
manager the local theater.  He and Amy lived there less than a year when
Amy simply disappeared with everything she owned.  I guess Matt was
devastated.  Two weeks later Matt knocked at our door one Saturday morning
and wanting to talk to my mother and me.

He explained what a mess he was in since Amy left.  He worked from 9 AM
until 9PM and it didn't give him much time left, especially if he ate a
meal after he got off work.  He wanted to know if I could go over to the
apartment after school a couple of days a week, run a few errands like
going to the grocery store or cleaners if he left me a note.  Also, do a
little housekeeping and throw a few clothes into the washer and dryer.  My
mother answered for me.  She said Toby (that's me) would be delighted.

Not that I really minded.  Matt was a fair skinned, brown haired young man
who I guess was in his mid twenties.  I always thought he had a sexy mouth
and perfect teeth.  He was slight of build, very good looking.  The best
part of the bargain was that in addition to what he would pay me, I could
go to the movie free any time I wanted to.  (I had never seen him except in
a suit, which revealed no interesting bulges in the crotch.)

After a while I kind of got into the job.  Even though I was only 11, I got
an erection looking for pecker tracks on the sheets when I made his bed and
in his pajama bottoms when I did the laundry.  (Oh yes, I knew about sex,
even though I was a year from puberty.  And, I was interested in men.  I
had a computer and had cruised sites that showed you some free pics.  Guess
you could say I skipped boys and went straight for men because of their big
cocks.)

In addition to satisfying a few quirks of my own, I got to where I wanted
to do a good job so I could please Matt.  The more I got to know him the
more I liked him.

One Friday evening, Mrs. Erickson phoned my mom about 7:30 and said Matt
had come home sick.  He had brought a take-out lunch to the theater from a
nearby Chinese restaurant and, although he didn't have food poisoning he
was violently sick.  She wanted me to come over and get him ready for bed,
as she didn't want to embarrass him.



He was already in bed with his clothes on.  Mrs. Erickson had a large pan
of water beside the bed, surrounded by newspapers as he had already thrown
up several times.

The bathroom opened off the bedroom and it smelled of vomit - Mrs. Erickson
cleaned the bathroom before leaving.  Matt's troubles, in addition to his
stomach, were a headache and extreme dizziness.  I got him undressed down
to his undershirt and shorts and he said just forget them, he would sleep
in them.  I phoned my mom and she said not to give him any aspirin or other
medication.  Put an icepack on his forehead - look in the freezer section
of the refrigerator and find a plastic pack of frozen peas, corn or beans
to wrap in a hand towel, and if he didn't have any to run home and she
would give me two, which I could refreeze.  Having been in the apartment,
my mom suggested I come home and get a pillow and some blankets and sleep
on the studio bed in the living room.

With the icepack on his head, Matt quieted down for about an hour and then
called for me.  He needed to piss and couldn't get to the bathroom because
of being dizzy.  I began opening and closing kitchen cupboards and found an
8-inch high glass pitcher with a handle.  I took it to the bedroom and told
him it was all I could find, but I could hardly put it between his legs as
it wouldn't contain anything that way.  To solve the problem, Matt rolled
onto his side close to the edge of the bed and that movement, alone, made
him dizzy.

Matt, just stay on your side and lie still.  Do you care if I get your dick
out of your boxers and put it in the pitcher?

No, just hurry.

I stuck a thumb and finger into the fly of his boxers and flipped out a
beautiful, fat, warm, soft cock that was about 5 inches even though
flaccid.  He was circumcised and the head, also fat, was a soft pink color.
I told him I better hold it so it didn't slip out of the pitcher.  His
stream started and I watched him piss in the glass container.  This was the
very first time I was sexually excited by another person.  To prolong my
perverted pleasures, I grabbed a Kleenex from the nightstand beside the bed
and dabbed his piss slit, before I tucked his beautiful dick back into his
shorts.

I told him I was going to stay the night and sleep on the studio bed.  He
said that I might not hear him call down the hall, through the kitchen and
into the living room.  When I was ready just get into bed with him.  (WOW,
FIRECRACKERS EXPLODED, was this my lucky night, or what?)

Before I was ready for bed he called me twice again.  The first time he had
to throw up and needed some help.  The second time he needed to piss again.

Finally, I locked the living room door, which was a full glass door with
sidelights, and pulled down the window shades in the event my mother or
Mrs. Erickson came around in the morning.  I didn't want them to see I
wasn't sleeping on the studio couch.



There was no way I was going to sleep with an erection, but I got into bed
anyway.

After about two hours Matt seemed quite still and his breathing indicated
that he was most likely asleep.  Both of us had been facing the middle of
the bed, without movement, for the past half hour or so. I stuck my hand
under my armpit and left it there until it was up to body temperature and
then, ever so slowly, inched it across the space between Matt and me.  I
was out of my mind to feel that big cock again - even if the feel was just
a touch.  I was hoping it had escaped his fly and was hanging downward.  I
couldn't feel anything with my hand flat against the sheet so I became
bolder and started feeling around.  I finally found it.  It was out of his
fly but was not hanging down.  It was erect and sticking straight out.
Holy shit!  I was so excited I almost made a jerking movement with my hand.

I wrapped my hand around it and guessed it was now about 6 inches long,
panicked a little and withdrew my hand.  I reached, held and withdrew
several times.  The fourth time I was exploring his cock head with my
fingers.  It seemed to have enlarged, too, since I saw it when he was
pissing.  I guess I explored too long; something warm and sticky started
oozing out of his piss slit into my hand and his cock was jerking.

I forgot to wipe my hand; I was in such need to jack off, but the warm
stuff from his cock made jacking feel all the better.  I had to do it very
quietly as I didn't want to wake Matt.  I no sooner finished that Matt said
he had to piss again so he rolled to his other side .  He was still
sticking out of his shorts and it was still enlarged.  A couple of pale
yellow clumps came out with his urine when he first started to pee.

I seem to be sticky down there.  I think I had a wet dream.

I told him I was going to leave it out and I got a damp, warm washcloth and
cleaned it off carefully - shaft, head, piss slit, top and bottom and then
wrapped a towel around it and patted it dry.  (Did I ever enjoy that!)

Thanks, Toby.  I really appreciate your helping me out.  He sort of scooted
back a ways into the bed but didn't turn over.

What's a wet dream, Matt?

It's when you dream of something sexually arousing that makes you climax,
even though you're asleep.  I'll explain it tomorrow.  I had never heard
the word climax, but I knew what had happened to him and already had the
idea.

About 4 in the morning it became quite chilly in the bedroom and Matt woke
saying he as cold. I got up and spread one of the blankets I had brought
from home over the bed, eased back in and snuggled up to Matt's back with
my arm around his chest.  We both went sound asleep and awoke about 4 hours
later in the exact same position.

At my mom's suggestion, I made him a cup of tea and toast with very little
butter for breakfast.



Matt thought he should go to work, but he got no further than the bathroom
and reconsidered the idea.  He called in sick.

I told mom about it and said, since it was Saturday, I would do the
cleaning and laundry I usually did and see how the day went.  Matt feel
asleep almost as soon as he finished breakfast and didn't wake up again
until about 4 PM.  My mom told me to come home as she had some homemade
chicken-noodle soup for both of us and some French bread she had bought at
the bakery.  I told her he was still not feeling too good and I might as
well spend the night there again.

I propped him up in bed with some pillows while he ate the soup and bread.
He enjoyed it and was able to keep it down.  About 6 o'clock he put on a
robe and we watched TV for a while.  He complained of thirst and I
remembered my doctor had once said two or three ounces of Coke was actually
good for a person with an upset stomach, if taken at hourly intervals.  He
enjoyed that and it quenched his thirst a little.  He made it to the
bathroom alone.  By about 8 o'clock he was tired again and thought he
should go back to bed.  He knew I was staying over again, so I just turned
the TV and lights off, locked the doors and got in with him.

I slept much better last night after I had that wet dream.

Yea, I sometimes jack off when I am having trouble going to sleep.  It
work's too.

Toby, I'm not telling you this because I am angry, so take it the right
way:
  I really didn't have a wet dream, as I wasn't asleep.  I knew you were
playing with my cock.
  It felt good.  I liked your doing that.

I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have done that.

Don't be sorry.  I guess you liked it, too, I know you masturbated after I
shot in your hand.  Do you want to do something tonight?

Sure.  What would you like me to do?

Maybe I should have said: Would you like us to do something together?  Have
you ever done anything with a man, before?

No, but I'd like to.

Have you done anything with another boy?

Joe Bell, over on Ash Street, and I jack off together sometimes.  Sometimes
we jack each other off.

Have you ever sucked cocks with Joe?

No.  But I got really hot last night just holding your when you were
pissing in the pitcher.




I would like to learn on yours.

I realized that you liked my cock when you cleaned me up and dried me off.
I saw you getting hard even though you'd just jacked off.  Can we start by
making love to each other?

If you guide me.

Why don't we start by you taking your underwear off and helping me take off
mine.

He was already erect and I had guessed right about it being 6-inches long
when hard.  For the first time I also saw his balls and they were hairless.

How come you don't have any pubic hair around your balls?

I shave them?

Why?

I think they look better that way.  It is sort of a gay thing.  Are you
gay, Toby?

I think so.  Are you?

I'm experimenting with being that way.

I got back into bed; we were face to face, our bodies in full frontal
contact.  He started kissing me with little pecking motions that progressed
to full, open mouth kisses and our tongues exploring each other's mouth.
He reached down and held our cocks next to one another and sort of
masturbated them both together.

Oh, Matt, you are getting me so excited.  I don't want to cum now.

Do you have a wet cum yet?

No, just the good feeling - nothing comes out.  Joe thinks we will be
beginning to do that in about 6-months to a year.

I'm hot, too.  It's so exciting doing this with a young boy, even thought I
know it's wrong.

I don't think its wrong, so enjoy.  But I think I better start sucking you.
How do I do it?

He rolled over to his back and pulled his feet up so his legs were wide
apart and his knees up in the air.  He had me put two pillows under his
head so he could watch me.

Toby, there is nothing really to teach you.  Just take as much as you can
in your mouth.  If you like it, just begin pleasuring yourself by doing
whatever you want to do and like the most.



If you are pleasuring yourself you will also be pleasuring me.

I took his cock into my mouth.  I was totally surprised by how much of it I
could take.  Matt told me I could lick or suck his balls if I wanted to,
and I could hold them, too.  Then he said that I could tell he was getting
close to climax when his ball sack shrank up tighter around his balls and
his balls sort of snuggled up to the bottom or one to each side of his cock
shaft.  I concentrated first on his head, then went deeper on his shaft,
then paid attention to his balls and ended up sucking him as deeply as I
could and at a more rapid pace.  It was so good; I hoped he was getting as
hot as I was.  I wanted to make him cum.  Never had I done anything that
was more exciting more pleasurable.

Toby, I'm about ready to cum.  Toss me off with your hand, or when you feel
me ready just stop sucking and hold the head in your mouth.  You can
swallow or spit it out.  I went for taking it in my mouth.  I even decided
to swallow.  I liked sucking cock and wanted Matt to let me do it again.

Oh Toby, that was wonderful.  There is nothing better than feeling your
cock emptying it's load into a warm, wet mouth.

He pulled me on top of him straddle of his face and started sucking on me.
I lasted about two seconds and had the most intense cum I had ever had.  In
fact I am certain that I climaxed twice in rapid succession.

We collapsed, front to front, hugging each other.

Matt, can a person come twice in a row?

I think you just did.  You made my cock feel really good.  Did sucking it
make you feel good?

It made me feel like I had never felt before.  It was indescribable.

About two in the morning I was vaguely aware of Matt going to the bathroom,
getting back into bed and lying plastered against my back.  Then I felt his
hand reach around and start playing with my cock.

He whispered my name in my ear.

Do you want to do it again, Matt?

Yes, but I don't think I have the strength for a repeat performance.  Will
you jack me off, Toby.

I turned around, began kissing him, reached down and wrapped my boy hand
around his big, man cock and jacked him until his cum spewed all over my
stomach.

Doing this started a relationship between the two of us.



Almost without fail, I started going over earlier than I had been on
Saturday mornings and he would be coming out of the shower and would get
back into bed.  I would give him with a freshly sucked cock to take to
work.

This could be the end of Part 1, but I want to relate how one other person
became involved with me because of my relationship with Matt.

One Wednesday, after school, I entered the door with my key and sitting,
watching TV was Kevin, an usher at the theater, a 6-foot tall, young, black
man that I had been attracted to for a long time.  He was as thin as he was
tall, drop dead in the looks department and had a killer smile.  He most
definitely showed a large bulge through his usher uniform.  He didn't
startle me as I assumed Matt was also home.

Hi Kevin, where's Matt?

He's at work.

Then I noticed he was wearing Matt's white, terry cloth bathrobe, which was
short on him and totally open at the front.

I spent the night with Matt and didn't get out of here before daylight.  He
wanted me to hang out until he came home again and leave before morning.
He was afraid that his landlady would freak out seeing a black man coming
out of his apartment if it was daylight.

He was drinking a highball, and swiveled the lounge chair to face the
studio couch where I had sat down - the frontal view of him make me about
swallow my tongue.  His pink headed, black, cut cock was as thin as he was
and longer than I ever imagined a cock could be - a good 8 inches even
soft.

Toby, I'm no good in the kitchen.  Would you stop staring at my cock and
see if you could fix me something to eat?  If you're nice to me, I might be
nice to you.  In fact, before you go to the kitchen, take off your pants
and come over here and kneel between my legs.  I want to see if you like my
dick as much as you like Matt's.  (I knew Matt had been talking but I did
as he asked.)  I was totally hard before I got my pants off and on my knees
in front of him. When I got on my knees he reached over and stroked my
hair.

My but you are a pretty little fag.

What's a fag?

A fag is what you are, what Matt is and what I am.





What's that?

We get off with men, silly.  Have you ever wanted to play with a little
girl like you played with Matt?

No.

There you are.  Matt says you really go wild when you get your face buried
in a man's crotch.  I go wild when I push this big cock you're staring at
up a man's ass.

Can I fondle you?

In time, but just look at it for now, I want you to get really hot and
really want it.  I might even give you some of it if you're good.  How much
do you like it?

A whole lot; I didn't know a cock could get that big.  I'm so hard just
looking at it I can't imagine what would happen if you let me touch it.

Not now, Toby, but I will lift it up and let you look at my piss slit that
I shoot cum out of.  Isn't it big?

Yes.

Fix me something to eat without putting your pants on.

What do you want?

What could you fix?

Well, without looking I could fix you soup, a sandwich, or both.  I guess
bacon and eggs would be OK too.  How about coffee?

Bacon, eggs over easy, toast and coffee.

He followed me into the kitchen and distracted me while I fixed him
something to eat.  He sat spread legged in a chair at the kitchen table and
when I put his food on the table he told me to get under the table and
worship him while he ate.

You're a good cook, Toby.  I was really hungry.  I think I'll reward you,
if you want me to.  I think I'll let you eat some big, black cock.  Would
you like that?

Yes.

Well, you're going to have to beg a little.  Do you understand?




(I knew he was going to let me suck him.  He wanted it as much as I did,
but he was full of bull and playing a game with me, so I thought I would go
along and see where it led.)

Oh yes, Kevin, I understand.  Your big black cock is beautiful, especially
with its' pink cock head.  It would be a great privilege to fondle it, an
even greater pleasure if you were to let me take it in my mouth.  You have
every right to demand I give you cock worship.  Even to look at it is a
privilege.

I'm going back to the TV.  Bring me another highball, the bottle is on the
counter, make it strong and add a little water.  Also bring me a another
cup of coffee.

I placed his order on the small table by his chair and promptly feel to my
knees in front of his legs.

You're a good boy, Toby, and I admire your ability to maintain an erection.
Why don't you light me a cigarette and then get back on your knees.  You
can masturbate my cock for a while, if you want to.

Holy shit.  When I pulled it up to a horizontal position, it seemed to
weigh a ton.  I couldn't begin to get it to stay up by stroking it.  The
thing just bent down except where I had hold of it.

Kevin, would you prefer I call you Master, or Sir (I recalled a B&D story I
had read on the Internet.)  He tried not to but he smiled.  He knew I had
bought into the game.

Master would be my preference.

Master, you don't seem to be finding pleasure in my masturbating your
wonderful cock.  May I suggest I put your cock head in my mouth and while I
jack your shaft.

No, but why don't you keep worshiping it until I finish my coffee and
highball.  You can get your face really close if you want to - like six
inches from it.  I have showered but maybe it still has a man smell that
would excite you as well as looking at it.

When he finished his drinks he pulled his feet up on the edge of the chair
and spread his legs, saying: OK, fag boy, let's see what you can do with
your teen mouth.  Then he told me: Go down on it as far as you can, you fag
sucker.  No sooner had I got on his cock than he moved his legs over my
shoulders and his hand on top of my head.  He was really forcing me.

Come on Toby suck that cock.  Any body can take Matt, he's standard size,
but if you are going to be a dick sucker you got to like big ones like mine
and 4-inch ones, too.  All cocks need some cocksucker action once in a
while.  Go down a little more.

I estimated I had 6 inches in my mouth with 2 left to go.  No way could I
take it all.




He raised his butt and unexpectedly pushed his cock further into my mouth
ever so momentarily.

You see, Toby, you almost had it all the way in.  You just need to enjoy it
a little bit more and try a little bit harder.

I managed another inch and tears began to stream from my eyes. Kevin
noticed and pushed me off his cock and hugged me.

Toby you did very well for the first time, considering how young you are. I
don't want to hurt you and you deserve a reward.  Get back on the floor. I
did.  He jacked himself off with just his cock head in my mouth.  His load
was massive.  I swallowed it.

Toby, that was good.  You really played along with my teasing you.  That
was real sweet.  Come here and let me kiss you.

Now, Toby, I'm going to give you a little lesson in sex.  The little game I
played was to make you want me.  I exerted a little power over you.  I am
active because I like to fuck guys.  But, at times I am passive, because I
like to get sucked.  So far you are active; you suck guys.  Now, Matt is
completely passive.  He won't suck or fuck.  But he loves to get sucked and
get fucked.  Do you see the difference?

Yes.

Of course, within those categories there are lots of variations, but Matt
is what could be called an over sexed passive.  I have power over him and
you do too, if you were to exercise it.  I fuck him in his office, with his
pants down and bent over his desk.  If he isn't in the mood when I
proposition him, I pull him up tight to my body, kiss him and grope his
package.  If he doesn't respond to that I tell him: OK, I need it, you
don't want to give it to me.  Just wait until the next time you have hot
nuts.  I think you could do him in his office anytime you were hot for a
suck.  Sometime, when you're at the theater, we'll do him together.  I'll
do his ass and you can do his cock.

I was happy in my relationship with Matt and didn't want to make any waves.
But, as it turned out Kevin and I did do his ass and his cock together in
his office.  I thought he was going to go through the ceiling.

Matt was transferred to another theater after about 18 months and things
were quiet with the new renters in Mrs. Erickson's apartment.  Then, they
left and three guys from Denver, working for a construction company doing
some highway construction work' rented the apartment.

More to follow.