Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 18:59:38 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: APT NEXT DOOR - PART 2

THE APARTMENT NEXT DOOR - PART 2

The three guys who moved into Mrs. Erickson's apartment were from Denver
and were working on a highway construction project.  Each of them had
small, pickup trucks.  Two of them were redneck slobs (in my opinion) and
the third was a short guy, young, dark hair, fair completion and very
defined facial features.  I thought he looked hot.  (All these judgments
were from a distance, not up close.)

The two rednecks always parked in Mrs. Erickson's double garage but the
young guy was left with parking on the street.  By early March the two
slobs had left and the young guy was living along.  By April it was time
for me to devote some Saturdays and after school time to the yard.  One
afternoon, he (the one I thought was hot) came home and parked on the
street (force of habit I guess).  Before going down the walk to his
apartment he came over and introduced himself.  His name was Cory; I was
right in my appraisal from a distance - he was one hot looking piece of man
flesh - especially in his 501 Levis which were so tight that you could see
both his nuts and his cock outlined - his package hung to his left.

This was the start of a routine.  He would always exchange a few words with
me before going into the apartment until, one day, an older sister of a
classmate of mine walked by on her way home and said hello to me.  We
exchanged a few words and I introduced her to Cory.

Who was that girl?

An older sister of a friend of mine.

Jesus, she is one hot looking girl.

That same day, after supper I went over to Mrs. Erickson's apartment with a
stack of magazines that we had already read and always passed on to
Mrs. Erickson.  Cory was also there visiting her.  After a while, and quite
out of the blue, he asked me:

Would you like to go to a movie with me?

Yes, but I will have to ask my mom.  I called her on the phone.  She
sounded a little hesitant (I guess she had judged Cory by his two
companions).  I told her I had totally completed my homework.  (She was a
stickler on that).  Mrs. Erickson took the phone and said Cory was a very
nice young man, etc., etc. and my mom finally relented.

I was so excited that I almost sprung a boner then and there.  It had been
a long dry spell as far as getting any man cock was concerned - not that I
expected any from Cory, but just being with him would be exciting.

On the way to the theater he brought up the encounter with my friend's
sister.

How old is she?



She's a senior in high school - 17 or 18 I guess.

She's sure has big tits.  She got my rod up the minute she stopped to talk
to you.  Available pussy is a scarce commodity in this town.

I guessed he was horny.  Maybe something would happen after all.  My hopes
increased when I followed him up the stairs to the top row of the balcony
on the left side of the theater, separated from the upper rows of the right
balcony by the projection booth.  For some reason a few people used the
high portion of the right balcony but hardly ever to the left balcony.

Not only did he select the top row but, also, the seats most remote from
the aisle, next to the wall, directing me to sit by the wall.  We both took
off our jackets and put them over our shoulders.

The balcony was the only place smoking was allowed.  Cory seemed to be so
restless, he squirmed around quite a bit in his seat and seemed to devour
his cigarettes rather than enjoy them.  Then he whispered: I didn't ask
before.  Do you want a cigarette?

I don't smoke, but I will try one if we can get a Coke on the way home.  I
don't want my mom to smell smoke on my breath. (Also, I guess I wanted to
impress Cory.)

  He lit one for me (that was kind of sexy).  I got through it without
coughing but really didn't enjoy it.  The next thing that happened was that
he took his jacket off his shoulders and draped it across his lap.  Then I
felt his knee touch mine.  (I know that can be purely accidental but it
sure can get you tense at the same time - hoping it is a signal, hoping it
means something else is going to happen.)  And, it did!  He started
jiggling his foot, which transmitted into a rapid rubbing motion between
our knees.

I moved not one inch, which was my signal that I was accepting and enjoying
his play on me.  Then he took my hand, slipped it under his jacket and
placed it on his crotch.  Without my having noticed him doing it, his pants
had been unbuttoned at the waist and were open all the way to his crotch.
He was wearing no underwear and his cock and balls were totally exposed.
What a surprise!  After I got over the initial shock, I started fondling
him, soon discovering that he had a huge foreskin that was completely
covering his cock head; in fact the skin closed over his cock and still
projected about, what felt like, a half inch.  I had seen pictures of cocks
with foreskins on the Web, but never in the flesh.  He leaned over and
whispered: Take your thumb and forefinger and skin it back.

I knew what he meant and I did it.  Then I felt his cock head, it was so
warm, not warm like the skin on his shaft but that same kind of moist
warmth that a guy's nut sack seems to have, only more so.  I felt his balls
they were huge.  His cock was about 5 inches and pleasantly fat, although
not as fat as Matt's had been.  He was so hard.  I knew he wanted me to do
something with him, but I hadn't quite figured out what that something was.

It didn't take me long to find out.



The next move he made was to reach over, unzip my pants and then,
whispering for me to lift myself off the seat, he pulled my pants down to
my knees.  He pulled my jacket off my shoulders, laid it across my lap and
began fondling me the same as I had been doing to him.  Although there was
no one sitting anywhere that you could call near, he didn't speak one word.
So, I still wasn't sure of anything.  Somehow I knew he was totally
straight but was not against a little action involving cocks.

Again, I didn't have to wait long.  I saw him fiddling with a small bottle
and then putting it up to first one and then the other nostril and taking
long sniffs.  I didn't know what he was doing and didn't ask.  I wasn't too
sure I wanted to know.  After that, he slung his jacket onto an adjacent
seat, stood up, dropped his pants to the floor and moved in front of me.
Then I knew what he wanted.  He wanted me to blow him.

The signal could not have been louder and clearer, even if he had spoken to
me.  I placed my lips over his cock and moved them back to the base of his
cock.  Then I began to masturbate his horny, man cock with my mouth.  I did
it slowly, I knew he would pop his nuts all to soon for my liking.  I knew,
from his conversation in the truck, he hadn't had any pussy for a long
time.

The next development completely surprised me.  He pulled out, sat down and
whispered for me to stand up and move over in front of him.  He inhaled
from the bottle again and started giving me my very first blowjob.  God, I
had never even thought about a man giving me one.  It completely turned me
on.  I kept trying to reach down and feel his cock, but he kept moving my
hand away.  I wasn't too far from climax when he stopped and pulled my ear
down to his mouth.  I'm ready to cum, do me now and then I'll do you.

Again, he stood in front of me, but spread his legs further apart.  He took
hold of my hand, bent down and told me to finger fuck him with my index
finger while I sucked.  I did what he asked.  His cock reached such a stage
that it was almost impossible to believe a cock could be so rock hard and
yet, at the same time, so warm and soft.  When he shot his big balls really
unloaded, spurt after spurt.

I didn't take long for him to get me off.  We went home by a fast food
place, got Cokes and drove up and down various streets until we had drank
them.

Toby, you taught me something tonight.

What's that?

A hot, young, fag boy is as good as a girl, different yes, but good.  You
really did a job on my cock.  You know that?

I hope so.  I liked doing it.  I like cocks.  I like sucking them.  I like
making them cum.





Toby, I hope your mother will let you go to the movies with me again.

She did, about 4 more times before he went back to Denver.  But, we didn't
bother going to the movie.  He'd just drive out into the country, find a
deserted road, drink a few beers while I had a couple of Cokes; he petted
with me as though I was his girlfriend.  He could get me really hot doing
that and it would get him hot too.  The last time we were to be together -
he was moving tomorrow - he said he had a surprise for me.  When we found a
place to park, he handed me a package, told me to go behind the truck, take
off my clothes and put on the stuff in the package.


The package had a girl's blouse, a mini skirt and a pair of panties -
minimal coverage panties, especially if you were trying to hide even a
4-inch, erect cock inside them.

When I got back into the truck, he lit a cigarette and put it between my
lips and then lit one for himself.

This is our last date, Toby.  If you will let me, I am going to make it a
memory that neither of us will ever forget.  Are you willing?

Can you tell me more?

No Toby, you know that.  You can't plan sex; it just starts, evolves and
takes on a life of it's own.  It wouldn't be any fun if you had to follow a
plan.

OK, just don't make me walk home.  It's at least 10 miles.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder.  He began kissing me, swabbing my
mouth with his tongue.

He unbuttoned my blouse and sucked my nipples and sucked my ear lobes and
neck.  There is no way to describe his actions other than to say he was a
young stud in heat and doing his best to make out with me, just as though I
were a girl.  And, he was getting me so hot that I was responding to every
move and wanting more.

Oh God, Toby.  I didn't think you would be so responsive.  Being you are,
let's break and make this last.  It's just too fucking hot to rush
it. Could you do with a piss?  I need to piss out few beers.

He got out of the truck, walked around to my side, opened the door and
helped me (in my mini skirt) get out.

Take your boy dick out of your panties and squat like a girl and piss.  I
know you want to see my dick.  While your pissing, I'll stand right in
front of your face so you can watch me piss - if I can manage it with a
hard on.



His stream traveled 4 feet before it hit the ground.  His cock was fully
erect and his cock head was swollen to the extreme and in the light from
the open door of the cab. I could see it was as glossy as if it had been
waxed - a reddish purple color.

Both Cory and Kevin had called me a fag boy.  Tonight I felt as if I had
never completely satisfied Cory. Tonight I wanted to really be a fag boy or
whatever was necessary to please Cory, to excite him, to bring him to man's
ultimate pleasure - that moment when a man's swollen prick reached the
utmost limit of arousal and spewed its hot cum into the receptacle that had
caused his arousal.  I almost wished I were a girl instead of a boy; I knew
that my un-fucked ass was what he intended to be the receptacle.

I knew Cory likek me, I liked him, and I knew he had been very good, both
to me and for me.  I knew that, on this first day of June, I was going to
give my virginity to this dark haired, fair complexioned young man that
just happened to come into my life because he rented an apartment next
door.

He went into the tongue swabbing again and then began sweet-talking me.

Oh Toby, you're such a pretty, young, fag boy.  I've really got the hots
for you, sweet baby.

While he pressed us together in a kiss, I felt his hand on the inside of my
thigh, moving slowly to my crotch.  I didn't push it off.  Instead I
reached over and unbuttoned his jeans, parted his fly and grabbed his cock
as it popped free.

You want it don't you Baby?  You want it as much as I do.  Don't you?  I
hope he didn't expect an answer.  Who could talk with another person's
tongue in his mouth?

Next, he ripped my panties off without my even raising my ass off the seat
and pulled them down and over my feet.  He bent down and started licking my
genitals as though, I imagined, a man would eat a pussy, and fingered my
ass at the same time.

Are you going give me some?

Yes, but I'm afraid it will hurt.  I have never done this before.

Oh, Baby, I didn't even think of that.  You're a boy virgin.  You haven't
been fucked before, have you?

No, but I still want you to take me if you will be gentle.





He reached into the glove compartment and took out a tube labeled KY and
one of those little bottles he had held to his nose in the theater.  He ran
his fingernail around the bottom of the lid and peeled off the plastic
covering at the top with his teeth.  He reached over and placed the bottle
near my nose.  He showed me how to inhale from the bottle, one nostril at a
time, closing the other side with a finger, as I had seen him do in the
theater.

These will make it easier, Baby?

He completely undressed me and took all of his clothes off. We both inhaled
more from the little brown bottle.  Here I was, barely 12 years old,
completely naked, in a pickup truck that was parked in the dark ten miles
from home, being fondled, kissed and sweet- talked by a young stud who
hadn't sucked a girl's tits, who hadn't fingered a girl's pussy, who hadn't
stuck his prick into a wet cunt since he had moved here about 5 months ago
and now had me on the seat, with my legs up and apart and was bending over
with his prick poking around my ass trying to locate my hole.  Believe me,
I was scared; at the same time I wanted nothing in this world more than to
feel his cock inside me.

Cory was having trouble finding where to stick it.  I reached down and put
it at my opening and said: "Now, push it in."

After I was fully penetrated he paused and then started fucking me. By then
it didn't hurt so bad.  My ass seemed to accommodate somewhat to his fat
cock and I was able to close my eyes and enjoy it.  I started pushing up to
meet him on the down strokes.  Soon he was grunting and fucking slower, but
harder and I felt his cock juices spurting into my body.  I shot, a wet
cum, for the first time in my life and it covered my stomach.  He surprised
me by slowly pulling our and cleaning me up with his tongue.  Our last kiss
was a goodbye kiss.

As when Matt left, I was in a funk mood for two weeks when Cory left.  I
was expecting a long dry spell again.  Then a man paid a months rent in
advance and after two weeks wrote Mrs. Erickson that he was not going to be
using the apartment after all.  Then, Mrs. Erickson decided to paint,
wallpaper strip the wax off the floors and really upgrade apartment and
asked me to help her, being there was no school during Summer.
  One day while I was helping her wallpaper, a young man knocked on the
door.  He knew one of the women Mrs. Erickson did a lot of sewing for and
told him that she had a nice apartment and believed it was empty.
Mrs. Erickson explained that she was redecorating it and it wouldn't be
ready until the first week in August.  He was a new teacher at High School
and wouldn't need it before August anyway.  He was the new renter.  He
explained he had just come to see what was available in rentals, never
expecting to find anything that he liked so fast.


After he and Mrs. Erickson finished with the apartment arrangements, he
asked Mrs.  Erickson if I was her son.  She explained that I was a
next-door neighbor and one of the nicest boys you could ever want to know.
He came over to the ladder, reached up and shook my hand.  We introduced
ourselves and he gave me a wink.  He was hot, hot, hot.  I could hardly
wait for August.  He knew and I knew Our eyes gave both of us away.

More to follow.