Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2001 16:21:42 -0500 From: Asian Son <asiansonic@juno.com> Subject: Discovering Greg This is a work of fiction. I wrote it cause I'd never written something like this before, and just wanted to see what it was like. I'm very much open to comments, criticisms, or anything else you'd like to say to me...doesn't have to be about the story...hehehe... ********** It was night. Cloaked in darkness, I groped my way over the neatly groomed lawn of my next door neighbor. This man had been the center of my deeply-rooted obsession for the past six months, ever since he'd moved into the small house which flanked my own. I'd met him on the first day he began his residency in my quiet, suburban neighborhood, wearing faded blue jeans which hugged his muscular thighs and pelvis and a white A-shirt which clung to his chiseled back and glorious chest. He stopped to greet me as I made my way home from school, putting down the box he'd been carrying, and sticking his thumbs into the waist of his jeans. We made small talk for a few minutes, as I took in his finely etched features -- the strong jaw line, deep-set eyes with their beautifully brown irises -- observed the shine of sweat on his muscled arms and pecs, with their sleek coat of fine, dark hair. His name was Greg. I kept up with the conversation as best I could, but was distracted by the raging hard-on which began snaking its way down the leg of my pants. I said goodbye, watching him bend over to pick up his box and start towards the house. I went home and jacked off furiously. Since then, our talks had been limited to the times when I would pass him on my way home from school. He would be either mowing his lawn, or jogging along the road. These days would be quite eventful for me, since inevitably he would be wearing shorts which barely hid his firm ass, and sometimes he would be shirtless. He was always very pleasant to me, and more than a little friendly, occasionally rubbing the back of his hand up and down my stomach. I tried being unobtrusive with my glances at his crotch, but every once in a while he would catch me looking and merely smile enigmatically. At night, my mind swept over the landscape of his entire body, imagining the valleys and crevices my eyes could not see for themselves. My fingers, alight with desire, traced intricate patterns across my smooth chest, circling repeatedly around my erect nipples and down my hairless torso, picturing my sexy neighbor's hands and tongue doing the same. Countless times, my skinny boydick throbbed in anticipation, rocking through the steamy aura of my body, longing for some contact with this intensely gorgeous man. This night, my libido raging like mad, I pulled myself out of bed, dressed in black and snuck out of my house, my hard five inches of cock leading the way towards the object of my desire. His house was a simple one-story affair, surrounded by a large hedge and a grass pathway which led into his backyard. There was no fence to offer any sort of barrier to an intruder and I crept as silently as I could over the lawn towards a dim flickering blue glare coming from a window. A small section of pavement served as a small path which led to a door, which I assumed led into the house. This door stood perpendicular to the wall I hung to, crouching and creeping so as not to cause any sort of noise or shadow which might disturb the man inside. Arriving just under the window which carried the glow from a television set, I held my breath, hoping Greg wouldn't be able to hear the pounding of my heart in my chest. Pressing the heel of my hand to my aching erection, I rose slowly, until I was peering over the window sill into what I discovered was Greg's bedroom. Greg's bed lay against the wall which held the window I was peering through. If I looked down, I could see the bottom half of Greg's torso -- exquisitely muscled -- with a dark treasure trail leading down to a thick, veiny root, standing erect amidst a forest of black hair. His masculine hands grasped and twisted at this large cock in earnest. My hands mimicked his. The reason for his arousal was the TV and VCR which stood directly across from the bed. On the television screen, a large, hairy brute of a man was on his knees, clutching a young, smooth boy, his beefy hands pinching at the tender nipples, roughly stroking the short length of boymeat and the gently swaying balls. The boy's head was thrown back, groaning in pleasure as he was aggressively explored by the older man. The shot switched to a view of the man's large penis, slick and dripping with precum, taking aim at the boy's rosy asshole and driving in. This triggered an instinctual reaction within me; my asshole convulsed, clenching in jealous longing, and my frustrated dick flew into a horny rage, spurting drops of clear juice into my stretched jeans. I don't know how long I stood watching this scene, my eyes constantly straying to Greg's beaten rod, still being teased by skillful hands. I grew more and more excited, lustful urges taking over the movements of my body. I sat down, turning away from the window, unzipping my jeans and releasing my stiff boycock. My hands stroked it urgently, imploring it for the climax my entire body craved. Panting hotly, my lips drew back from my teeth which held back the heartfelt grunts that tried to burst from my lungs. My pelvis thrust wildly up, fucking my tight grip. Frantically I drove myself to orgasm. Light erupted onto the scene. The door to my right opened to reveal an inquisitive next-door neighbor clad in a pair of boxer briefs. Greg found me sprawled on the ground, more than a little embarrassed, with a persistent erection filling my hands which tensed and relaxed nervously. Surveying the picture before him, Greg said, "Would you like to come in and finish that?" Caught between nervousness, lust and the fact that I really didn't know what to do with my exposed cock, I just sat there for a beat. Greg remedied the situation by coming over to me, taking me by the hand, and leading me into the house. I was taken through a small kitchen, down a short hallway and into the bedroom I'd been looking at from the outside. The tape had been left running, the boy lay on his back, his legs spread wide and his asshole being reamed out by the man's huge dick. Noticing my interest in the video, Greg faced me to the TV screen, standing behind me as he slowly pulled off my T-shirt and lowered my jeans, leaving me in my tighty-whities with my dick poking through the pee-hole. Greg then pressed himself up against me, grinding his crotch into my tender young ass, his hard cock prodding me in gentle insistence. Strong hands came around my slim waist, massaging my smooth belly, feeling my boyish chest and its small, pink nipples. I tried to watch the video, but the seductive touch of his expert hands drew me into the heat of his broad chest, and I moaned in delight. I felt fingers wrap around my hard cock, gently rubbing the teased flesh. My pelvis thrust forward, wanting more friction, and his strong grip drove me back, rubbing against his own cock which now had broken free of the elastic waistband of his underwear. "I need to see that ass of yours," Greg whispered in my ear. "May I?" I panted my reply, and his hands yanked down my underwear. He kneeled behind me, sucking a breath in through his teeth. His hands firmly massaged my asscheeks, and I reached back to grip his forearms for balance. He spread them with an insistent pressure, and devoured my convulsing boypussy. His tongue invaded me, swirling around to savor my insides, his breath hot and steamy, causing me to open up even more under his sensual ministrations. I groaned out my pleasure and, to keep my balance, bent over. I braced myself with my hands against the pressure of his probing tongue and mouth. My calves and thighs, taut and trembling, were about to give way. Greg sensed this for the pressure of his nursing on my asshole ebbed, and he planted two playful kisses on each of my cheeks. My legs bent, and I knelt on the soft, plush carpeting, my chest heaving in relief and hormonal excitement. Greg walked around me and gently picked me up by my arms. I looked up, only to be confronted by the massive erection I had previously only admired in my imagination and, just recently, from the other side of the wall. My mouth dropped in silent reverence and I gazed up at Greg, like a pilgrim at the shrine. The same sweaty shine I'd seen on his arms and chest lit his face, reflecting the glow from the pornography on the softly humming television. He looked down at me, his eyes focused on my gaping mouth, and my smooth face. "Do it, son," he ordered. My face moved in closer, feeling the aura of sweat and lust from his groin. My mouth stretched open to receive the massive manmeat. It was electric the instant his dickhead grazed my tongue. The warmth, the salt, the slickness -- everything instantly filled me with a satisfaction, a completion, I'd never before experienced. The length of his cock slid along my tongue, diving deeper into my throat. I sucked fervently, lapping up the steady flow of precum which coated my tongue in smooth saltiness. The firm flesh of the head pressed against the back of my throat, snaking its horny way deeper, as Greg's powerful hands urged my face closer to his pelvis. Soon, my nose pressed into the wiry pubic hair, his silky balls caressing my chin. I moaned, stimulating the torrid cockflesh in my mouth. Greg's hips fucked my face urgently, his pace quickening as my sucking increased intensity. My hands groped at his flexed asscheeks, my fingers inching their ways to his sweaty crack, gently playing with his hairy hole. As the tip of my index finger slid into the moist orifice, Greg let out a throaty yelp, tangling his thick fingers into my hair and driving his dick into my face. Encouraged, I continued my gentle probing as Greg's imploring thrusts grew more and more frantic. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth, leaving my lips puckered and my tongue longing for more. Greg yanked me standing and kissed my mouth heatedly, his tongue exploring the damp cavern which had so recently held his musky cock. His chest hair tickled my sensitive nipples, seeming to ignite sparks against them as he ground his crotch against me, the length of his penis sliding expertly against my hairless abdomen. His hand traveled down my back to my ass, sliding beneath the smooth twin mounds of flesh and lifting me up. My legs wrapped around Greg's waist, pulling him tight against me, trapping my stiff prick between our stomachs, his own cock riding gently in the valley between my inner thigh and penis. He walked me over to the bed and lay me down, spreading my legs wide so my entire lower region was exposed. His sent his hands and fingers on amazing journeys, taking time to probe the valley of my asscrack, the seam of flesh which ran the length of my perineum, the grassy plot of pubic hair which lay at the base of my sapling cock. Greg admired the simple beauty of a young boy's penis, taking care to experience the smooth length of the shaft, the wrinkled folds of the frenulum, and licking his way slowly over the piss-slit which produced precious pearly drops of dew to be lapped up by his teasing tongue. All at once he engulfed me, taking the whole of my burning desire down to the root. My hips rocked with pleasure, as I fought between the ache for more sensations and the intensity of the current ones. One of his hands found its way to my nipple, where it began the torturous process of pinching it to full erection, then teasing it between circular rubbing, gentle scratches with his nail and more insistent tweaking. Meanwhile, his other hand reached for the jar of Vaseline on his nightstand, skillfully removing the lid and dipping his fingers in for a dollop of the cool jelly. He kneaded the lubricant in his palm and slowly began to apply it to my flaring asshole, gradually working in one finger, then two. As he began to insert the third digit, the stretching of my tight hole became too much and I cried out. Greg immediately removed his mouth from my half-hard dick and moved up to my face. He kissed my cheeks, my eyes, my lips, assuring me that it would be alright, that I just needed to relax. He blew cool breaths onto my earlobe, carefully working his third finger into the depths of my ass. "You're so beautiful, son," he crooned. "So smooth and lovely and delicate. I just need to be inside you, baby. Your sweet ass just makes my cock so hard, I have to feel your ass. Do you want that, baby? Huh? You wanna make daddy feel real good, honey?" His words and the gentle pressure his fingers were exerting on my prostate washed away any pain in my ass. I wanted more than anything to please this man, to feel him take what he needed from me, and give me everything he had. My boyprick surged back to hardness and my ass seemed to suck his fingers in deeper. He began fucking me with three fingers, eventually slipping in a fourth, all the while whispering heated words into my ear. "Oh yeah, baby, you really like that, don't you? You like me fucking your hot little hole with my hand. I'm gonna give you my cock now, son. Yeah. You're gonna feel my big prick filling up your ass. I want your boypussy, honey. I'm gonna fuck you so sweet, darling. You're gonna be my boy. Do you want that, son? Do you?" he demanded. I moaned my response. "Oh yes, daddy! Fuck me hard! Make me your little boy! Please!" Greg's fingers retreated from my ass, only to be replaced by the hot, insistent head of his cock. I could feel it throbbing against the sensitive skin of my asshole, wanting entry, but refusing to take it without consent. He rubbed his dickhead lightly over the rosy opening. "May I, baby?" he asked. In answer, I brought his head down to mine, kissing him urgently and pulled him into me. The sensation of being so suddenly, so completely, filled shocked me. I groaned into his mouth, but his tongue silenced me with the gentle courtship he played with my own. My ass muscles clenched around the foreign object, causing his engorged prick to throb within me. The pressure increased, and then suddenly ebbed as Greg began the slow dance of gently fucking my cherry away. A series of throaty groans issued from my mouth, caught somewhere between pain and pleasure, but my hard boymeat told Greg that the latter held precedence. He drove in and out of me, the rhythmic rocking of his fucking sending me into a blissful lull where my mind was content to let him have his pleasure of my young body. I accepted the lusty manmeat which reamed my ass so fully, sending my body toward the brink of orgasm, but not able to push it over the final hill. His increasing pace, his urgent grunting, his tensing muscles, all warned me of his ensuing climax. Mine was just beyond attainable. I cried out for him to fuck me harder, and he obliged, slamming his body into mine like one galaxy colliding into another, heralding a terrific explosion. He gripped my shoulders and began narrating his approaching orgasm. "Oh fuck, baby! You feel so fucking good! You're gonna make me cum, baby! I'm gonna shoot -- fucking -- all -- fucking -- up inside your ass! Oh baby, here it comes, baby! Oh FUCK!" His hand grasped my boymeat, almost for leverage, as he thrust his hips one more time, and began emptying his volcanic juices into my body. The building pressure from his cock against my prostate, the heat of his cum and the new friction on my dick shattered all barriers and I came. My guttural cries matched Greg's as volley after volley of creamy boyjuice spurted out of my cock. My muscles tensed and the ecstasy took over my body, as tingles spread over my arms, chest, thighs, while my penis continued to shoot. The release was so intense that in the middle of my orgasm, with cum still spraying my chest and his own load coating my insides, I began to weep. My climax faded to a seeping flow, but the tears continued to race down my cheeks. Greg embraced me, holding my body close to his own, as if he were a shield against whatever sorrow was plaguing my mind. "I'm sorry, baby," he murmured into my ear. "I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I love you, baby. I love you. Please stop crying, baby. Shhh. Stop crying. It's okay, honey. I love you." I reassured him that he'd done nothing wrong. I allowed him to lick the tears from my cheek. He kissed me, and I tasted the salt on his lips, and, cradling me against his chest, I got hard again, and it pressed against the length of his thigh. For the rest of the night, I tasted a different kind of saltiness.