Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2007 16:05:28 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: FORBIDDEN FRUIT

Our neighbor had lived next door for as long as I could
remember.  My mom said he'd inherited the house when
his parents died and she had forbidden my going over
there or even talking to him across the picket fence when
I was out in our yard.

But, he was real friendly and I talked to him in the yard
and even went over to his house when my mom was at
work.  His name is Richard North.  He's in his late
twenties or early thirties and is real good looking – sexy
too; he has long hair that's always in his eyes and he is
always brushing it back off his forehead.

He always wears blue jeans, a tee shirt an old,
unbuttoned dress shirt or is bare-chested. He has pale
skin and no hair on his chest.  He always has on big,
high-topped work shoes or is barefooted. His feet are
enormous.  He doesn't work except as a cook
occasionally.  He has trouble holding a job because he
drinks too much.

My name is Robb, everyone calls me Robbie though, and
I'm twelve years old – or was when this story started.

PART ONE

Since passing puberty I jack off a lot and have even
sucked off a few boys my age or a year or two older – just
enough of them to know I'm what is called a cocksucker.
I can't say I'm proud of it.  I don't go around telling
everyone.  But that's the way it is - I like to make guys
cum in my mouth.

My mom works until 5 PM and doesn't get home until a
half hour or more later, depending on if she stops at the
supermarket or some place else on the way home.  She's
an Interior Decorator and works for a big firm in Peoria,
which is close.

One day, on the way home from school, I noticed
Richard's door was open so I went up on his porch and
called his name.  He hollered, "Come in Robbie, the
screen door is unlocked."

There was another guy with him that I'd seen coming and
going from Richard's occasionally.  Richard told me his
name was Mike. They seemed to be arguing so I just sat
and listened.  Mike said, "You're a fucking liar, no body's
cock is so big a cunt can't take it!"

I'd heard the word  "cunt" once or twice and knew what it
meant.  Richard didn't answer.  He was sitting naked,
except for his pants.  He stood up and dropped them and
Mike apologized.  "Holy shit, I guess I was wrong.  You're
hung like a horse.  That's the biggest, fucking cock I've
ever seen."

They continued talking about cunts, how stuck up they
were, how they'd let you buy them drinks at the bar but
they wouldn't put out.  After passing the bottle back and
forth a couple of times, Mike passed out on the sofa.
Richard put the bottle on a table and staggered off to his
bedroom and didn't come back.  After a while I got up and
peeked in his bedroom's open door.  He was passed out
on his back and totally naked, legs spread apart.  His
room was as junky as the rest of the house, dirty clothes
and bed linen piled on the floor, beer cans on the dresser
and the window blind was broken.  But my eyes were
glued to his big, flaccid penis stretched out and at rest on
his leg – so big that even his hand atop it couldn't hide it,
and his balls hung down between his legs, almost
touching the bed.

I was so nervous that I got the shakes.  I knew I should
have left and closed the door instead of going back to his
bedroom but once I'd seen that huge cock of his I couldn't
help myself.  I waited until I was a little more steady and
walked over to the side of his bed and knelt on the floor
beside his bed and looked at him.  Finally, I just had to
touch it or go crazy.  I carefully lifted his hand and placed
it on his stomach.  He didn't move.

Then, with a thumb and forefinger, I pulled back his
foreskin and decided I better take my dick out or I'd be
shooting off in my pants.  His foreskin had moved back
down so I pulled it up again and started to slowly jack
him.  Jesus, it began to get hard, not longer, not fatter,
just harder. Then it was so fucking big and hard I couldn't
believe it – it was the biggest hard-on I'd ever imagined,
let alone seen.  My fun both maxed and ended when cum
started pouring out his piss slit.  I caught some on a finger
and tasted it.  It was warm and sweet and I thought it
looked kinda like Tapioca Pudding.

I grabbed a sock from his pile of dirty clothes and cleaned
his cock up as well as the surrounding area and stuck my
now flaccid dick back in my pants.   Watching Richard
cum was more than I could take – when his dick started
jerking and shooting, mine did too.

I left his room and zipped up in the hall. I tried to leave but
I couldn't.  I had to go back for another look.  I looked for
a long time and then bent down and kissed his cock.  I
was really captured by its bigness and the fact that I'd
made him shoot and that he hadn't even stirred.

Mike was still passed out on the sofa.  I thought of playing
with him, too, but his pants were zipped up and what I
could feel through his pants led me to decide to leave well
enough alone.  His dick would be an anti-climax after
Richard's.

PART TWO

That night in bed, despite the fact that I beat off twice, I
could not go to sleep.  My mind just wouldn't let me.  All I
could think of was Richard and his cock. I wondered if it
were true that no cunt take it, if his cock were still virgin.  I
fantasized that I lived with him, cooked meals for him, did
his laundry and cleaned his house and that I'd learned to
take his cock in my ass and he loved to fuck me and he
was always telling me how much he loved me.

At some time in the wee hours of the morning I must have
dropped off, as the next thing I remembered was my Mom
calling up the stairs, "Robbie, wake up, it's Saturday and
there's lots to do."

It had to be the first time in my life I'd forgotten it was
Saturday and no school for two whole days.  I couldn't put
a lot of enthusiasm in completing my Saturday chores but
I'd just finished when Mom told me that Mildred, from
work, and her husband were going to Peoria for the day
to do some shopping and they'd invited her, would I mind
or would I like to go, too.

I told her I'd stay home, hang out with my friend Aaron, go
to the library and take her books back as well as mine
and find out if they had the books and videos she'd
reserved.

They couldn't have been more than a block down the
street than I was out of the house and knocking on
Richard's door.  He answered, naked and his big, flaccid
cock hanging between his legs and swaying when he
walked.

"Come in Robbie, I don't feel so good; I'm hung-over.
Would you do me a favor?"

The favor consisted of getting him some Tylenol and
some vitamins from the bathroom and putting on some
coffee.  The kitchen was a bigger mess than his bedroom.
This time, though, I wasn't as horned up as I was
yesterday and realized the place was clean.  It was
mostly just messed up.

When I brought him the coffee, I asked him if he'd like
some toast.  He replied, "Later."  I sat looking at him and
had a cup of coffee, too.  After a second round of coffee,
he asked me if I'd mind fixing bacon and eggs to go with
that toast.  So I did and it was as if my dreams of last
night were coming true – I was cooking for him.  I was
taking care of him.  We were in love with each other.

After eating, he said, "Robbie, I've got to go back to bed
for a while, I woke up around 1 AM and couldn't get back
to sleep."

I said, "I didn't sleep much either."

"Do you want to go home and nap, or you're welcome to
nap with me for a while."

Naturally I followed him to his room, determined to let him
take a nap and that I'd behave myself – which meant I
wouldn't play with his dick – while I was awake – if I were
asleep would be a different matter.

I actually did fall asleep, facing the edge of the bed –
away from Richard.  I woke feeling him unzipping my
pants and feeling around – searching for my cock.

"Robbie."

"Huh?"

"Are you awake?"

"Yeah."

"I need to tell you something, but you have to promise not
to get angry at me."

As I pulled down my pants and my shorts and his hand
found my boy cock, I said, "I promise."

"I know you jacked me off yesterday."

"I'm sorry, I saw you show it to Mike and I was so
overwhelmed I just lost control.  I thought you were
asleep.  I was just going to look at it, then I was just going
to touch it and then things just got out of control"

"I can understand that but I don't think you understand. I
don't want an apology.  I just have a question.  Would you
like to suck me?"

"Richard, after yesterday, I'd do anything to see, touch or
do anything to your cock, I'd love to suck it.  I lack
experience.  Would you guide me?"

"Sure I will, but before anything starts we have to agree to
some terms because I'm thinking of more than once.  I
mean a relationship.  I may be a drunk, but I don't want to
be arrested as a child molester.  If Mike or other guys are
here when you come over that's OK but you and I will
have to keep our cool. Understand?"

"Yea."

"And don't you ever come over here with another boy."

"I won't, I promise."

"So, our relationship boils down to two things, a big cock -
that's me and a cocksucker – that's you. Understand?"

"I do. Believe me, you can trust me."

"OK, that leaves the details.  I can just stretch out on the
bed, stand up or sit on the edge of the bed and you kneel
on the floor, which I suggest because of the way things
took place yesterday.  If you want to change things, that's
OK, too. I can go to the bathroom and jack it hard before
you start or we can start with it soft and you can suck it
up."



"Sit on the edge of the bed."

He moved and sat on the edge of the bed. I reached
down and with my hand under his shaft; I lifted it up and
put it in my mouth without pulling his foreskin back off his
cockhead. I no more than got started when he pulled it
out, saying,

"Let me show you another way to alternate with going in
and out on it.  Stand up and I'll show you what I mean."

I stood up and he took my cock in his mouth and all I can
say is that it felt like he kept trying to swallow it and his
tongue was going wild.  Then he had me put my
forefinger in his mouth and he sucked it, saying a finger
couldn't shoot off but it, nevertheless, was very sensitive.
He thought it would give me a better idea of what he was
trying to show me than sucking my dick.

I did better after that – for him anyway – but it was
wearing on me, especially my tongue.  But it was all made
worthwhile when Richard grabbed my head on each side
and buried my face in his groin moments before his big
cock shot his Tapioca Pudding into my mouth. He
continued holding my head and said,

"Damn but you're good at that, Robbie, you've got me off
two days in a row and I want you to know I like doing
that."

"How will I know when you want it Richard?"

"Robbie, when you want it take it.  The more you want it
the happier I'll be.  I leave the door open, but when you
come in be sure to close it and lock it."

PART THREE

And that's the way it went.  Some of my friends were
already hot for girls, but I was hot only for Richard.
Sometimes he was sober; sometimes he was drunk.  But
he always let me suck him, it was always good and both
of us always reached climax.

0ne time he was drunk and passed out when I arrived.  I
remembered to lock the door. He was barefooted and
naked except for his pants.  I unzipped his fly and got it
out, but somehow wanted to do more.

It wasn't easy to pull his pants completely off but I
struggled and when I finally got them off the sight of his
giant fucker, though flaccid, got me so hot and nervous I
was half crazy and couldn't decide whether to suck it or
jack it off.  Luckily my pulling his pants down disturbed
him enough that he rolled over onto his right side and that
gave me an idea.

I stripped and got into bed, naked and facing him.  I put
his cock between my legs and began fucking it, so to
speak by moving both my body and my legs. It was the
first time I'd had full, frontal, naked body contact with him.
I began to talk to him, eventhough he was out of the
picture.

"Oh Richard, I love you so much.  I love your big cock.
It's so beautiful, so exciting.  I wish you could fuck me; I'd
like to feel you inside me.   I wish I lived with you so I
could clean your house, cook your meals, do your laundry
and sleep with you every night so you could fuck me
before we went to sleep."

They might have been all fantasies but they were also
expressions of my true feelings.  I truly did love Richard.

PART FOUR

One day my friend Aaron and I ate our sack lunches
outside in a quiet corner of the schoolyard, sitting on a
bench under a tree.  I knew Aaron had a brother than had
graduated from high school the year before but he never
talked about him too much until the day we ate together
outside.

Aaron was really wound up because he'd caught his
brother jacking off while watching a porno site that had a
lot of naked girls on it.  Aaron then got into details and
was surprised at how big his brother's cock was – he'd
never seen it erect before and I wanted to tell him about
Richard but I didn't.  I'd promised Richard never to bring
another boy over to his house and I thought that probably
included not even talking about him.

What really perked up my interest in Aaron's story was
when he said, "He had a cockring on."

"What's a cockring?"

"I didn't know at first.  I just saw it and then I asked Gilbert
King, that guy that we've sucked off occasionally. He told
me you buy them in porno bookstores or off the Internet.
They come in different sizes and you pull your nuts and
your cock through it and it gets you up and keeps you
harder and he said you cum bigger, too."

It was interesting but I knew I'd never get in a porno
bookstore and I didn't have a credit card to order one on
the internet so my interest dropped, until I was in my
mom's study, on the computer, looking up something for
history class when I noticed some of her drapery samples
and plastic laminate samples were held together by metal
rings with a hinge on one side and a fastener on the other
and in a small bowl on the shelves where she kept the
samples were extra rings in a variety of sizes. I got hard
right away, took several of them and went to the
bathroom and found one that fit and left it on.

I looked at a clock, it was only 7PM, so I told my mom I
couldn't find what I needed on the computer and asked
her if I could go to the library.

"Yes, but you wear a sweater under your windbreaker.
It's getting chilly these nights."

I grabbed my history book and my notebook and was out
the door and over to Richards.  The library closed at 9
o'clock and it would take half an hour to walk home, so I
had a good two hours to play with Richard's dick, if he
was home and alone.

He'd been drinking but was not what you could call drunk.
I bummed a cigarette off of him and showed him the
various sized cockrings I'd brought.  He knew what they
were but said he'd never had one.  After he finished his
drink, he poured another one and we went into the
bathroom. I sat on the toilet and he got naked from the
waist down.  He wanted to see mine, so I stood up and he
remarked it seem to make both my balls and cock stick
out in front, he fondled me and said he liked the effect.
Because I knew how to work the fastener he said I better
help him.  As I'd done when I put mine on, I fastened it
together before doing anything else and then worked first
one testicle and then the other through it and then worked
his dick through.

Richard looked in the mirror and liked what he saw.  I did,
too, especially because he was already hardening.

He wondered if you could piss with it on so he tried and
found out that he could. I sat back down and asked,

"Can I suck on it, now?"

"Why do you always ask?"

"Because I like to hear you say 'Suck it', I guess."

He replied, "Suck it baby, give it a good going over, you
horny little cocksucker. Get me hard and make me shoot
a big load.  I know you're cum hungry" and, with his
hands, pulled my head toward his hardening manhood -
the cock I was in love with.

I reached up and pushed his foreskin back and locked it
behind his cockhead, already enlarged and swollen, a
purplish red color and as shiny as if it had been waxed
and polished.

It was now familiar territory and I was more comfortable
with its size and it was easier for me to take it. In fact I
could go down on it about five inches but this time I didn't
get a chance.

Richard leaned over me, put his hands against the wall to
brace himself and fucked my mouth.  I don't mean slowly,
I don't mean easy.  He fucked my mouth as though he
were desperate, as though he needed to ejaculate more
than anything in the world, which he did in a very short
time, held my head over his cock and gave me what
seemed like a bowl full of Tapioca Pudding, saying,

"Oh God, Robbie, I don't know if it's the right time to tell
you, but I love you.  I'd given up even thinking I'd ever
meet someone I'd love, but I love you and I want you to
know it."

That made me cry but, through the tears, he finally
communicated that I was the only one that had ever
initiated sex with him.  He was shy and had never come
on to a girl, he'd faked a lot of stuff that day with Mike and
he sensed that I was the only one that ever really wanted
him.

"Richard, I've just had you, but I want you again, right
now, more than I've ever wanted you before.  It's the
same every time we do it.  What I'm trying to tell you is
that I love you and always have since the first time I
talked to you across the fence."

PART FIVE

Soon after school closed for summer vacation, my
grandma, who lived alone, took ill and my mom and I
went to Terre Haute, Indiana to take care of her and after
she showed no signs of recovery my mom reluctantly had
her placed in a nursing home and put her house up for
sale.  She died within a year and after many trips for my
mom and I back to Terre Haute.

In late August we returned home so I could get back to
school and my mom could start work again.  It was then I
experienced the greatest crisis of my boyhood.  Please
don't make fun of me but it was so real, so upsetting and I
blamed myself for not writing to Richard.

I went to Richard's the first day I was home, and before
school started. His house was locked up – no For Rent or
For Sale signs – just locked up.  I was at a loss as to what
could have happened to him – had he died – was he in a
hospital - in trouble, or had he just moved?  Had he gone
off with a cunt – had he found another boy?  Shit, I was
worried sick, thinking and fearing that I'd lost him.
I ran home and after I stopped crying I remembered he'd
once or twice casually mentioned that he had an older
brother in Peoria, so I looked in the phone book for
listings under "North" – finding one residence and a used
bookstore.  The phone at the residence didn't answer so I
called the bookstore and asked for Mr. North.

When he answered I told him who I was, about Richard's
house and my concern.   He knew who I was, Richard
had mentioned me several times and I learned that
Richard was in a detoxification center, was doing well and
would be released in two or three weeks.

It was a month later, near the end of September, when I
was walking home from school that I saw a red Chevy,
small, truck parked at the curb between Richard's house
and mine.  I started to walk by when someone hollered
"Stuck up".  I looked at the truck and it was Richard. He
reached through the window and pulled my head in and
kissed me, not just a peck but a real kiss – what the hell,
no one was in sight. Then he said, "Get in."

He twisted sideways in the seat and pulled me toward him
and started to cry.  "Robbie, I can't begin to tell you how
much I've missed you this summer.  I've thought of you all
the time, how you've become not only my best friend, but
also my one and only real friend.  If I hadn't had you to
think of and how much I love you, I don't think I could
have made it through that detox center.  It wasn't easy but
I made it.  I haven't had a drink for the entire summer and
I'm going to need your love to keep sober.

I, also, wanted to cry but what he said made me keep
control of my self.  "How can I help, Richard, I'll do
anything for you, absolutely anything."

"I know you will.  I drank because I was lonely and
unhappy.  I hope you'll keep seeing me as often as you
can.  I need both sex and love from you.  That's a lot to
ask of a boy, but I have no one else I love and, as a
matter of fact, I don't want anyone else.  I only want you."

"Richard, please know I already love you and have since
the that first time I played with you when you were passed
out.  As for sex, as you once told me, you don't have to
ask, just go for it.  It means a lot to me that you find me
exciting enough to want me, to get off when we make
love."

"I left my house keys at my brother's.  How much time do
we have before your mom gets home?  Maybe I can pull
the truck into the backyard and we can do something in
the cab or the tool shed."

"It's Friday and my mom is going to Moline after work.  It's
her first meeting with a new client and she thinks it will, as
usual, be a long one so she's going to stay overnight,
come back tomorrow and go to her office to write up her
meeting notes and will leave the office to come home at
noon.  So, we have until 1'clock tomorrow afternoon.
Park in your back yard and we will go up to my room.  I've
always wanted to do it with you in my bed anyway and on
the side where I always sleep."

Once in my room, we kicked our shoes off and he sat on
the edge of my bed with his long legs spread wide apart
and pulled me in between them.  It was in that position
that we kissed and began slowly undressing each other
as the first step in making love. He stood when it came
time to take off our pants and toss them on the floor,
leaving only our shorts, which we took forever to get all
the way down so we could see each other's genitals.

I'd seen his big cock before and knew how exciting, how
beautiful it was but I'd never seen it so big and so hard
that the foreskin had already retracted of its own accord.
Richard said, "Robbie, this is obviously going to be a
quickie even though we'd both like it to last forever, so I
think we should just 69 for now and then wait until we're
calmed down to go at it again."

It was a quickie.  I guess absence not only makes the
heart grow fonder but also makes the cock grow harder.

		PART SIX

After eating pizza, which we ordered, a green salad I
made and ice cream, we watched TV and went back up to
my room.

"Richard, you said you were shy and never came on to a
girl.  Is your cock a virgin?"

"If cocks can be virgin, mine is one."

"In a sense that's a pity."

"What do you mean by that."

"It's so big, so beautiful, it's majestic and, at the same
time, your foreskin makes it look primeval, to me.  It's as
though it was meant to fuck  with."

He laughed and said, "Only you would think of something
like that."

"I'm a virgin, I brought up some KY my mom uses when
she takes an enema.  I want you to fuck me.  Will you?"

"No.  I'd hurt you."

"You don't have to stick it all the way in and if it hurts, I'll
tell you, you can pull it out and I'll jack you off."

I rolled onto my back and lifted my legs.

"Robbie, this is ridiculous, your hole is too little."

"Try it anyway!"

He inserted it slowly to about four inches, made two
strokes and I felt it explode inside me.  I reached up and
pulled him down so I could kiss him.  He pulled it down
and sucked me all the way down into his throat and I
exploded inside his mouth.

He said, "That was another quickie."  We talked; he liked
it and promised he'd keep trying.  Within an hour we were
masturbating each other.

Within a week he was employed, on a trial basis, by a
local paint store and it became permanent at the end of
two weeks.  He was very popular with the customers,
especially the women, including my mom. He let her
check out as many wallpaper books as she wanted at one
time to show a client.

As a result my restrictions against seeing and talking to
him ended which made things a little easier.

In a couple of years, I entered high school.  Richard and I
were more than just friends now – more by far and it was
agreed that when I went to college, he'd move so we
could stay together.

Maybe some of you think what Richard and I did was
wrong because of our age difference.  All I can say is that
in some instances it could have been.  In the instance of
Richard I don't think it was.  He never took advantage of
me, never forced his self on me, never attempted to get
me to try liquor.  He was not the aggressor – I was.  I
guess you could say I was an man molester.

In my opinion our relationship was meant to be and I'm
grateful that it happened.

THE END.  THANKS FOR READING MY STORY.