Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2009 03:00:25 -0600
From: Denver Guy <sedenverguy@gmail.com>
Subject: boys next door

Boys next door

By sedenverguy



This story is totally fictional, shouldn't be read by minors or anyone who
thinks sex with minors is a good idea, it isn't.  Just ask all the pervs in
jail. But if u wanna cum all over yourself, read on.



My back ached, my feet hurt, my ears had a permanent ringing in them, and I
still had to do the backyard. Damn. I seriously needed to get my own place...a
place without a lawn to mow...and without my parents.  It had been a year
since I had graduated from school, and my internship with a company who
"always hires its summer interns on when the graduate," guaranteeing me a
job was suddenly involved in some money laundering scheme, and put a stop
order on all new hires.  So here I was, jobless, living with my parents,
paying off my $40,000 in loans, and feeling the difference between mowing
the lawn as a 17 year old, and as a 23 year old.

            I let go of the automized mower handle and the heavy antique
monster sputtered loudly to a stop, but not before hitting a twig, and
shooting it up into my shin.

"Mother fucker!" I grabbed my shin, and then realized it had barely left a
mark.  No blood, nadda.

"Damn, not even enough of a bruise to get out of doing the backyard." I
muttered as I went to empty the bag full to the plastic brim with grass
clippings.

"Need a hand?" I turned to the voice and saw Charlie, my all-too-young and
optimistic 16 year old neighbor, bounding across his driveway, sweaty from
some summer school's-out activity, and grabbing a trash bag off of my porch
before I could object.  Charlie was a really nice guy. Even as was a little
kid, he was funny and nice.  When my parents used to have parties, I often
got the exciting job of watching the neighborhood kids, the disadvantage not
really growing up, getting attractive and making friends until high school,
plus an older sister who was popular all the way back to her `mommy and me'
classes.  Charlie was always the bright spot, witty and silly, even at the
age of 6.  As great as adults found him, his peers often had the opposite
reaction, hating his ability to garner positive attention and beating the
crap out of him on more than one occasion just to prove to him that "being
nice wasn't cool."  Sometimes this group of naysayers and pre-pubescent
asswipes included his twin brother, Michael, who was known to ditch his bro
on several occasions, or even begin the bouts of pushing and name-calling.

" Damn man, you look like you have been out here for hours, I would hate it
if my parent's lawn was this big.  You gotta do the back too?" Charlie
always seemed genuinely interested in everything about you.  It was rare to
find a teen so attentive to others, and this had changed everything for him
by the time he hit high school.  I was gone for the stunning transformation,
but years of bullying had apparently done Charlie some good.  He had
channeled his negative energy into fuel, and focused it all on football.  Now,
even at 16, he was a powerhouse.  Not very tall, only coming in around 5'8,
he was all man.  His shoulders were easily as wide as mine, probably wider,
with me towering over him at 6'1. His waist was about the same size as mine
as well, but where my waist line was at 32 inches due to my inability to
hunker down and work off the last 15 pounds to get me looking my best, his
was all meat, strong and solid.  He always wore basketball shorts, whose
flimsy material clung to his bubble butt like it was permanently wet, and
pulled intriguingly at what looked to be a nice package up front, sliding
around inside his shorts like an unconscious snake. He had a great smile and
slightly shaggy blonde hair, not    long enough to look unkempt, but
covering his ears and forehead, and sometimes daring you to brush it out of
his eyes.  All of this combined with his strong athletic ability, good-work
ethics, and easy-going, approachable attitude made him an easy pick for the
varsity team, and friends with every popular and unpopular kid at his
school.

"Yeah, my mom and dad are gonna be back from Oregon on Monday night, and I
know if I don't do this now, there is no way I will be done before, during,
or after this weekend." I felt like a dumbass talking to a kid almost eight
years younger than me about my mom and dad, but he smiled in his amicable
way, and bonded with me as easily as if we hung out every day since my
return from school.  The truth of the matter was this was the first time I
had seen him closer than waving-from-our-porches distance since my return to
hell, and I kept it that way for a reason.

See, while I was at school, I kinda hooked up with my roommate one night
junior year, and ended up going from one special girl, with sex once a
semester, to a different cock in my mouth or ass every night, and vice versa
for two years. I was still considering myself bi, but hadn't seen nor fucked
a pussy for close to two years, and had no real plan to actively change
that.  Girls liked kissing and cuddling and "special" sex.  Guys liked
groping and moaning and cumming 7 times in one night (we tried for eight but
nothing came out and my balls ached for the entire next day).   The most
serious problem with this was that I suddenly went from being the neighbor
to the perv everytime I saw Charlie.  Recently, I found out that I could see
Charlie sunbathe on his roof from my bathroom window...let's just say there
are some stains on that windowsill with Charlie's speedo tan lines written
all over them.  Now all I could do is wait for him to look away when we were
around each other so I could see if I noticed any new tan lines.

"Well tell you what, I am gonna run inside and grab my water bottle, and
then I will grab our mower out of our shed and help you with the back." He
said the last words as he ran into his house.  Damn this kid was nice, and
cute...in fact he was waaaaay to nice...and too cute.  With all the times I had
seen him coming home around 2 am, with a large group of friends, I had never
once see him kiss or even hug a girl goodbye before sneaking in his bedroom
window.  Perhaps he was...? Nah.  I pushed the thought aside, labeled it as
wishful thinking, and figured he just wanted to be invited to what would
probably turn into a drunk orgy this weekend at my house.  Both he and
Michael had tried to get into parties I had held when my parents were out of
town before, and neither had been successful, since my still-popular sister
would often show, and show them out before they could snag an illicit beer.
Luckily she was with Ma and Pa on the Oregon trail, so I was free to party
like I wanted to (aka inviting more hot fuckbuds of mine, and literally
enjoying a few nights of ménage e toi post party).   Charlie was definitely
not old enough for that.  I immediately questioned that thought as the now
shirtless 16 year old ran out his door, grabbed the hose, filled his water
bottle and drenched himself in freezing cold water, causing his nipples to
become rock hard and his shorts to shrink even tighter across his pelvis.  It
must have been contagious, as mine got tighter too. J

"Let's do this thing man!" As soon as both of us wrestled our mowers into
the big back yard, time seemed to fly by.  I almost killed my self numerous
times, distracted from my job of pushing spinning motorized blades around
the slick grass by his strong arms, and dancing pecs, which tightened every
time he pulled the mower around a corner to start another row.  At one point
I almost killed a flower bed, while trying to discreetly slip the head of my
rock hard pulsing dick into the waist band of my shorts to keep it from
becoming overtly obvious to Charlie.  But as soon as we had started, we were
done, and I had barely noticed the time, other than to count the beads of
sweat that slid down how treasure trail and under his waistband in the
cavern of his abdominal muscles.  God, he was cut.

"Whoo! All done man, that was great, I needed to work up a sweat this
afternoon." Charlie took a huge swig of his water bottle and handed it to
me.  I took a few gulps, eye closed, head thrown back for maximum mouthfuls,
only to open them and find his lewdly readjusting his big dick and
scratching his ass at the same time.  Beads of precum joined the sweat
rolling down my stomach and off of my heavy hanging balls.

"Yeah dude, thanks for that, it was totally unnecessary.  Can I repay the
favor somehow?" I kicked myself as soon as I said it, knowing he would ask
to come to the party.

"Actually" Kick. "My parents are gone for the weekend too." Kick Kick "and I
was kinda hoping you might lemme come over" kick kick kick "until Mike gets
home from baseball practice." Ki- wait.

"When is that?"

"A few hours.  Don't worry about me interfering if you are having a party
tonight man.  I have some dudes coming over tonight to play basket ball, I
just don't want to have to hang out alone all afternoon with nothing to do.
I'll even help you set up for the party if you want!" The offer was too good
to be true.  He had helped me finish my one annoying chore hours early, and
all he wanted in return was to help me pick up for my party, and then he
would go home and invite over some high school eye candy for a game of skins
vs. skivvies (I can dream can't I?).  Sounds good to me.

"Sure man."

"Awesome!" He was inside my door before I could move, and quickly got to
work putting away magazines and dusting off the bar and piano area of the
living room.  The air conditioning licked enticingly at my nips as I entered
the cool house, and joined him in picking up.  This job would only take me
about ten minutes by myself, so as quickly as he was started on the main
floor, we were already at the door of my room, carrying in a few handfuls of
my crap left all over the house and dumping it in my closet.

"Nice room man! You gonna pick up in here?  I bet you get some action
tonight!" I laughed, but stopped cold as I saw the screen of my computer
blinking orange above the power button, letting me know it had gone to
sleep, but was ready to work at any second.  What was on the screen was
probably one of the porn sites I had been jerking to that morning, like
Randy blue or sean cody or treasure island.  Fuck.  I ran to the screen and
pressed the button, turning the screen off.

"Whoa dude, what's on the comp you are so desperate for me to not see?"
Fuck, note to self: next time act casual first, then run to turn off porn
screen.

"nothing man, just forgot to turn it off.  Hey, let's go grab a beer for a
job well done." Illicit booze again, I knew how to change the subject.

"Cool man." We turned to leave, and I knew I had successfully diverted his
attentions...or so I thought. "But first." He spun to the screen right as I
pushed him out of the way.  I heard the power click on right as I pushed him
backwards and onto my bed, still surrounded by spider-man and Britney Spears
posters from my youth (Spider-man was cool, and possibly some latent homo
symbol in tight spandex, while Britney was my wank girlfriend, and probably
some latent homo symbol in tight latex). I should have known this would be
futile, as the teen behemoth quickly flipped our positions and had me on my
back, my arms pinned under his knees, and his bulging crotch inches from my
face.  We were both laughing at first, until I saw the screen finally
achieve full power, and realized the porn was paused on a nice shot of a
dude around my age getting pounded in the ass by a hot older daddy, while
two other daddies held the bottom boy down.

"WHOA! Rob! Man! That is just...damn." Charlie's loss of focus allowed me to
push him away, and rush to turn the screen off.

"Sorry dude, I, uh, think you had better go wait for you bro at home.  I
doubt your parents would be cool with you seeing...that kinda thing, and I
guess I'm not either." I moved to pull him off the bed, but he pulled away
and leaned back on his forearms.

"aw, come on man, I only get to watch porn when I swipe it from someone's
dad, my folk still have the kiddie lock on our internet, and I can't even
see the censored shit! Besides, if it is because you like man porn, it is
all cool dude, I have always wanted to check that shit out." I froze.  I was
totally unsure if he was bluffing, but decided to call his bluff.  I slowly
walked to the screen.

"You asked for it" I hit the power button again, and saw a smile spread
across his face as his eyes grew big and the lump in his shorts kumped.

"Sweet man, have a seat and let's check this shit out." He grabbed his
crotch and rubbed it, and like an moth to a flame, I pressed play and
plopped down beside him.  The movie continued from where I had blown a load,
and we watched as the big daddy fucked the shit out of the boy's hole, as
the two men holding him, guided his head between their dicks, forcing their
way into his mouth.  Charlie's eyes were glued to the screen, and mine were
glued to his bulge.  Fuck it had to be 8 inches now, which beat mine by an
inch.

"I can't take this anymore man, I gotta let my monster loose."  The next
thing I knew, Charlie was standing between me and the screen, and his tan
lines I had coveted with such exquisite pleasure were now bent in front of
me as he pushed his boxers and shorts to the floor.  I thought I had gone to
heaven until he sat back down and his big cut dick flopped up and hit his
belly button. I was wrong, THAT was heaven.  "Aren't you gonna join me man?"
I swallowed hard, nodded, and proceeded to stand up slowly and pull my
shorts down to my ankles, leaving me in my jockstrap. I was about to ask it
to join my shorts when- "fuck man, nice ass, I fucking love jockstraps
dude!" Precum again ran down my cock and balls, as I sat back down and
pulled my dick out of the side of my jock.

"Damn man, nice meat" was all he said before his eyes went back to the
screen.  For another five minutes we remained this way.  Him stroking his
meat and flicking his hard nips, while I drooled over his teenage schlong,
and tried desperately not to cum. I could have stayed like this forever,
until I heard moaning on the screen and realized the group cum shot was
about to begin.  The twinky in the middle was now on his knees as all three
tops painted his face with shot after shot of jizz.  By the time the screen
went black, the boy was so covered, that his eyes were glued shut by cum.

"Fuck! That man porn is fucking hot man." I snorted at him calling it `man
porn,' obviously easier for him to say than gay. "So, does this mean you
like dick dude?" He again locked eyes with me.

"Uh, well Charlie, yeah. I guess. I mean I still like to fuck a chick once
in awhile, but dudes just...like to have sex more...you know?" And they are hot
as fuck and can make you cum over and over and...

"Nice man, yeah I have messed around with some buds before, hand jobs and
shit." My eyes widened.  I had no idea what `and shit' was, but my mind was
ablaze with the possibilities. "My friend Jerry even found a box his dad
left in the attic before he moved out to live with Jerry's OTHER dad, and it
had all these fucking sex toys, it was fucking hot.  Jerry kept some shit I
know, and I snuck this thing that looks like a traffic cone, but it goes in
your ass.  Jerry said his dad called it a butt plug or some shit like that."
My eyes were now at maximum wideness, and I felt my balls begin to pull up
at the thought of this studly post-adolescent shoving some shiny black
rubber dong up his pooper.  I looked to his hard dick and watched his hands
moving over his tight ballsack.  His shaking hands.  It hit me.  This kid
may have taken his buddy's dad's butt plug, but otherwise he was all virgin,
and nervous as hell.  I knew I had to do two things. One: help him calm his
nerves, and two: ask him afterwards how he snuck out the butt plug...

"Well you know Charlie, rubber is good, but there is nothing like the real
thing."

"Yeah?" It was Charlie's turn for wide eyes.

"Yeah man, I remember the first time I took a dick in my ass, it hurt like
hell, my roommate shoved the whole thing in at once and almost tore me
apart, but after a few times of getting used to it, it was like it was meant
to be there all along."

"Oh fuck man, I bet I could take it." My initial reaction was to yell yippee
and throw the boy's legs over my shoulders faster than he could figure out
what was going on, but instead I winked at him and whispered "oh yeah? Prove
it." His face transformed quickly from excitement to doubt, looking at my
dick, to worry, looking at it throb and leak precum, to determination.

"You got any lube?"  Prepared as ever, I grabbed the bottle from under my
bed, and poured a little into his hands, and onto my dick, hoping he would
get the signal.  He did.  His left hand slowly crept over my hard on, and
slid teasingly down from head to base. Shit, don't cum, don't cum, don't
cum, don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, don't
cum,.

"That feel good Robby?" I looked into his eyes and realized his stare was
more mischievous than nervous, as my planned had worked, and apparently, so
was his.

"You know it is you little fucker, now, sit on my dick."

"Sit on it?" He looked at me a little in shock, possibly assuming we would
do it as they had on cam, or as he had practiced with mr. pluggy.

"Yeah, sit on it, that way you can control the speed."

"Okay" He slowly climbed over me, as his lubed hand reached into his hot tan
ass ditch, and wet his pink, suddenly visible hole.  I thought he would ride
my dick facing me, but apparently he was of no such idea. That's okay ;) He
turned over his shoulder and looked at me. "Can I...can I ride it without a
rubber man? I promise I am totally clean, I have only had a couple blow jobs
and just got my blood results from my football physical."

My stomach jumped into my throat.  I am Mr safety, but when a sixteen year
old is asking you to fuck his virgin ass and breed him full, it can be hard
to say no.  "I don't think that's a good idea Charlie, I mean, you should be
worried about what I have not wha-"

"Do you have anything?"

"Well, no, I just got tested and I'm fine but-"

"and have you fucked or been fucked by anyone without a condom since you got
tested?"

"Okay, no, but my point is-"

"and do you really wanna go find a rubber right now?" As he said this he
turned around, and sat back down, grabbed my dick and slid the head across
his oh-so-tempting hole.

            "Uhhhhhn, no...but...damnit! Fine."

            "Sweet man, you got any poppers?" My previously clamped shut
eyes (kept closed in hopes it would hold back the cum flood gates), shot
open as I looked at him with a question of `are you sure you're a virgin?'

            "Jerry's dad keeps some in his fridge and Jerry showed me how to
hit them and he gave me some and they really help me loosen up when I am
trying to get that huge plug thing in me.  I just figured since you're
a...um...dude fucker too," I laughed "that you might have some." I found no
sense in his logic, except the boy was right, and I leaned forward and
retrieved a bottle from the same spot as my lube, and unscrewed the cap.
"Awesome man." He took a big whiff and handed them to me.  I looked up at
the straining, breathless teen hovering over my dick, and took a big whiff.
Right as the poppers hit me and I began to exhale, I felt his release his
breath at the same time that he shoved himself down my dick four inches with
barely a grunt. "Uhmph"

            "Shit man, you just took half my dick in one shot!"  I reach for
his chest, but his arms quickly pinned mine.

            "I told you I could do it.  I have been practicing with that
thing for months, not much else to do before you get your license, you
know?" I went to laugh, as he slid another inch and a half in and stopped
again.  My breath cut short, as I felt each throb and pulse in his tight
hole.  I looked down to see the base of my dick hanging out below his medium
sized, blonde balls, and moaned.

            "Hold on man, gimme one..." he plopped down all the way and I
almost came right then and there. "second!" I was all the way in.  fearful
that I would shoot too soon, I took another big whiff of poppers and handed
the bottle back to him, as I lubed my hand up.  He took another big snort as
he raised himself off of my dick, and I recoated my engorged cock from base
to head, or at least what wasn't still inside the ring of his tight ass.  The
poppers hit me as I released my dick, about the same time he slammed himself
all the way down my rod.  He quickly repined my hands and looked down upon
my face as he began to ride me slowly and steadily.  The heat of the summer,
plus the poppers and moaning seemed to finally get to Charlie, and suddenly
I found him bent over me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and playing
with my nipples.  My newly released hands cupped his ass and pulled him in
closer.  He only pulled away for one second to reaffirm that we were both
happy.

            "this is cool right man? I mean, kissing and touching and shit,
it's not girly or anything? Like, dudes do this when they fuck right?" I
answered him by pulling his head back into a kiss and rolling him onto his
tanned back.  From this position I quickly moved us from slow and steady to
hot and heavy.  Thrust after thrust we fucked, hard in multiple positions,
only pausing to sniff some poppers or reapply lube, as we tore my bed sheets
from the mattress and continued to pound away, and kiss away on the bare
bed.  I could feel my balls drawing up and my dick head tingling as if it
knew what was coming or rather, cumming.  I tried to warn Charlie of my
impending explosion, when I saw the same look pass over his face that I had
grown quite accustomed to seeing on my lovers.  The "oh shit, here it comes"
look.  Suddenly, Charlie flipped us back over, repined my arms with his
hands and began to ride my dick in earnest, balancing on his heels as he
bounced up and down at warp speed, spewing a line of profanities a sailor
would blush at until he finally went totally still.  I felt his knuckles
tighten as his eyes rolled back in his head and shot after shot of creamy
white spooge covered me from forehead to bellybutton.  Seeing him shoot
without ever once touching his cock since I entered him brought me over the
edge, and I began the largest cum enema man has ever not quite seen, but
felt.  Charlie's eyes snapped down to mine as we both came together, and
finally his lips met mine again as he finished and I filled him up with the
last few squirts.  We lay there, tongues inter-weaving for what seemed like
hours before we I rolled him over and fell asleep, my dick still in his ass.
By the time I woke up, my dick was hard again, and the clock told me we had
passed out for at least an hour, maybe more depending on how long the making
out really went on.  I began to pull out of Charlie's tight hole, feeling
each throb as I withdrew, when suddenly his eyes snuck open a slit, and his
legs tightened around my waist.

            "And where are you going? I figure you gotta fuck me at least
two more times before Michael gets home." I kissed him and reinserted my
dick, causing him to gasp.

            "I dunno man, I am not sure I will be able to stay awake for the
party if I keep fucking you."

            "Well, in that case, invite me to the party and I will wake you
up periodically in here."

            "aha, so all of this was just an elaborate plan to get an invite
for tonight huh? Well I am not sure you earned it yet." I smiled at him, the
cat that ate the canary, and he contracted his awesome ass, causing me to
groan.

            "I think that says I have earned it Rob, but tell you what, you
fuck me right now, and I will go home and clean up and let you get ready for
the party and we can continue this later, sound good?" He kissed my neck as
he finished speaking, causing my dick to twitch and a shudder to go down my
spine.

            "Alright, but this time, I get to use my hands when you cum!"

            "Deal."



End of part one

Part two: Michael comes home from practice, and wants an invite to the party
too.

Part Three: The neighbor on the other side informs rob that he will have to
pay from his party being too loud...and the show he got through Rob's
bedroom window won't cover it.

Stay tuned!!!

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