Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2016 12:50:23 +0000
From: Charles holmes <desha1955@outlook.com>
Subject: Helping  Out  An  Elderly  Neighbor   1   /   Gay Adult Youth

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Helping Out An Elderly Neighbor - 1


I was around thirteen and a half when Mr. George, man living across from
us, had some type of accident with his lawnmower burning both his hands
pretty bad. My mother and I didn't really know him other than his name and
that he was living there well before we moved to the small town. My mother
worked as a nurse at a hospital that was about thirty miles away and every
few weeks her work schedule would change. I know she had talked to
Mr. George when we first moved in and asked him to watch out for me on the
weeks she would be working the late shift at the hospital. He said he was
usually at home all the time and if I needed any help while she was away
that it was fine for me to just come over.

That had been almost a year ago and I had not had any reason to see
Mr. George. He was a pretty old fellow, big and hairy. I know he is hairy
because I had seen him several times in his yard without a shirt while he
was pruning his hedges and cutting his yard which he seemed to spend a lot
of time on.

My mother was at work when he had his accident and I had seen the ambulance
in his drive but that was all I knew about it. I was asleep when she got
home and she waited until the next morning to tell me about Mr. George. She
didn't know exactly what had happened but had had to help put the bandages
on his hands at the hospital. She told me he would be there for a few days.

It was four days later when he came home and my mother had me go with her
to see how he was doing. He said he figured he would be alright but it
might be a bit hard doing yard work and such until his hands healed. She
told him that if he needed his bandages changed all he had to do was
call. Then as we were about to leave she told him that school was out and I
was home by myself and if he wanted could come over and do what I was able
to do with work around the house. He said that sounded pretty good since he
was over a week behind on cutting the grass and would pay me for any work I
did. He asked if I could come over later in the evening and we could look
around and see what I could get started on.

We had an early lunch since my mother was working the eleven to seven shift
that week and told me to do what I could at Mr. George's and there was
plenty of meat and stuff in the frig for sandwiches. As she left for work I
headed across the street a bit nervous since I really didn't know
Mr. George. I knocked on the door and was a little surprised to see him in
a bathrobe. He told me to come on in while he got his sandals. I watched as
he slowly managed to get his feet in the sandals, winching a few times when
he forgot about his hands and touched the chair or his leg.

He tied his robe tight and we headed out the back of the house. In the shed
he had me pull out the mower and check the gas and oil. With a few pulls
the mower started up and he had me mow the back yard which wasn't very
large and I was finished in half an hour. Cutting the mower off, he had me
put it back and said we needed to go inside and get something cool to drink
while we rested. I knew I had been sweating but figured that was from the
work I was doing. He on the other hand had sweat running down his face.

Moving into the den he had me turn the TV on a sports station where a
baseball game was on then asked me to look in the frig and get him a beer
and myself a coke. When I returned to the den he was sitting in his
recliner with his hairy chest and large stomach exposed.  I could see where
the trails his sweat had created over his chest and stomach.  He had the
end of the robe wrapped across his lap. I started to hand him the beer and
realized with his bandages he wouldn't be able to pop the top so I did it
for him. He thanked me and took the can. Turning it up he took several
large swallows before sitting it down.

We chatted for some time while watching the game, which I really wasn't
interested in. Mostly he chatted asking me all about myself , my mother,
school and what I was interested in. He had me retrieve him several more
beers while he yelled at the TV a couple of times. His team got ahead so he
calmed down and got back on the subject of me. Finally he asked me my age
and when I told him he surprised me by asking if I was squirting when I
jacked off yet. I felt myself turn really red and couldn't think of what to
say. Smiling he said it was alright if I didn't but he was sure it wouldn't
be long before I did. Looking over at me as if he was studying something he
said from the peach fuzz on my upper lip he was sure I was well into
puberty which meant I jerked off often just like all boys my age. Giving me
a wink he told me that old men do it too just not near as often as young
boys, or even as often as they did when they were young.

I didn't know how to respond and felt a little vulnerable. He reached down
between his legs scratched and pulled around on his crotch. Leaning forward
as much as he could he pretty much rolled out of his recliner making sure
he didn't use his hands. He walked down the hall and I could hear his urine
splashing in the toilet because he left the door open. When he returned his
robe was hanging loosely. As he set down his crotch was fully exposed and I
couldn't help but stare. He had balls that hung at least eight inches below
the first grown man cock I had ever seen. It was a good six inches and
thicker than I thought a man's cock would get. What really drew my
attention was the layer of skin that was covering the obvious large head.

Seeing me stare he didn't try to cover up and asked if there was something
wrong. I managed to cough and clear my throat but couldn't make any words
in response.  Smiling he said he bet I had been cut and that maybe I had
never seen what the natural cock looked liked. All I could do was nod my
head and suddenly realized my four inches had become hard. He noticed
himself and said the reaction was natural and not to worry about
it. Reaching down he attempted to grab himself but winched and pulled back
from the pain in his hand.

Looking at me he said he sure could use a hand as he looked down at his
cock which had begun to lengthen and swell. Not grasping his meaning, I
continued to stare as his family jewels. Well, he asked as he wiggled in
his chair while his cock continued to swell. Snapping me from my bewildered
state I asked him what he wanted me to do. Letting out a little giggle as
he finished off his beer, he asked if I could help him out by stroking his
awakening cock. Not knowing how to answer I moved toward him while still
trying to figure out what I should do or say, he told me I could take my
shorts off and give my obvious hard cock some relief.

That gave me a chance to take my mind off of touching my first real mature
cock.  I unfastened my shorts and pushed them along with my underpants to
the floor. It wasn't until I stood up and took my hard cock in hand that it
dawned on me that I was standing naked with my cock in my hand in front of
a grownup who I really didn't even know. He motioned me to move closer as
he held out an arm for me to step into. His arm went around behind my back
and slid down onto my plump ass as I let out a little sigh. His hairy arm
felt so silky against my skin and sent chills through my ass and groin
area.

Turning my attention to his cock he told me it was safe to touch and that
he would really enjoy it. Reaching down I took the foreskin and slowly
pushed it back over the head as I felt it getting larger and harder. He let
out a little moan and told me to move my hand up and down the shaft as his
arm started moving up and down my ass cheeks. I was enjoying feeling this
powerful hard hot flesh in my hand and started moving my hand a little
faster. I knew what it felt like to me as I picked up speed while playing
with myself and figured he would like it too. Letting out a few moans he
suggested I move around in front of him as he spread his legs apart.
Getting between his legs I used both hands to stroke his now very thick
eight inches of hot meat. Several times he slowed me down telling me he
didn't want to cum too quickly.

After several minutes of me playing with his cock and balls and watching
the clear liquid come out of the head he said it was time that I had some
of the pleasure too. He told me I would have to help him as he got out of
the chair and sat down on the floor with his back against the chair. Having
me straddle his legs he used his arms around my ass to pull me in toward
his face. I gasped and held my breath as he took my entire cock in his
mouth and began to lick and suck. Letting the air out that I had been
holding I couldn't help as I moaned and began to pump my hips back and
forth. Not sure why or how I knew to do that but it just felt right. He
began to moan and rub his arms up and down my ass cheeks as I picked up
speed. Suddenly I became scared as I felt what I knew was the beginning of
my orgasm approaching rapidly. I tried to pull away but his arms wouldn't
let me go as he sucked harder and began pumping his head on my cock.

I managed to keep from screaming out as my cock erupted in his mouth over
and over as the pleasure exploded throughout my body. As my orgasm subsided
I felt the strength in my legs leave as well and had to hold myself up
against his hairy chest and stomach. He continued to suck and lick on my
cock which was almost unbearable, painful and ticklish at the same time. He
slowly rolled my softened cock around on his tongue until it was feeling
good again. Easing my cock from his mouth he looked up and asked if I liked
that. All I could do was nod my head as I watched his tongue flick out and
lick at the head of my cock.

Stepping back he had me with some difficulty get him back up on his feet
and told me to get him another beer as I noticed him wobble as he sat back
down in his chair. Handing him the beer he told me I was free to play with
him since he hadn't had the pleasure of getting off yet. Reaching down I
began to play with his semi-hard cock which instantly began to harden.
Downing the beer he let me know I was doing a great job.  He had me use one
hand on his cock while the other played with his huge balls.  After a while
he asked if I would mind sucking on his cock for him. Looking down as more
clear liquid oozed out the head I wasn't too sure about that. He kept
telling me that I would like it and probably would like the taste of his
pre-cum.

It took several more verbal attempts, plus my cock had decided to join in
the fun again, before I took a deep breath and lowered my mouth over the
thick mushroom head of his cock. The moan that came out of his mouth was
much louder than I expected. He became very verbal as he kept telling me
how good a job I was doing and what I could do to make it feel even
better. The head and about an inch of the shaft was in my mouth and I
figured that was all I could take. Several times I tasted something a
little sweet and sucked to find more. Now and then as I moved down on the
head he would thrust his hips up forcing the head and more of the shaft
into my mouth. I felt the head pressing against the back of my throat
wanting to go further but pulled back before it gagged me.

Letting out a few moans he told me to jerk on his shaft faster as his hips
became more active. Several times I felt the hard head force my throat open
a little more before being pulled back. Each time I figured I was going to
gag but it didn't happen. With a loud grunt Mr. George's body began to jerk
and I felt the first hot blast of his cum hit the back of my throat. My
only thought was to pull his cock out of my mouth which only allowed the
next stream to hit me full in the face. He yelled for me not to stop
jerking on his cock as several more streams shot out each lessening in
volume and force. I could feel the hardness leave his cock with each squirt
and could only watch as it oozed down over his shaft and my hands. With one
long gasp he told me I could stop then giggled as he looked at the mess on
my face, shirt, arms, and hands.

Sitting there catching his breath he told me to wait a minute and we would
clean each other up. With my hands slick and sticky at the same time I
gently fondled his balls with one hand while jerking on my hard cock with
the other. He just watched as within seconds my body was expelling what my
young balls could onto his legs and my hand. Spent I waited until he had me
help him up and we headed to the bathroom. I had to help him tape some
plastic bags over his hands so he could take a shower. We showered together
mostly so I could scrub his body for him and enjoyed it when he rubbed his
thick hairy soapy body against mine. Constantly rubbing my ass with his
legs he said that once his hands had healed he would show me something my
ass could be used for, then said he might show me sooner than that, just
not today.