Date: Fri, 14 May 2004 20:26:23 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: Horsecock Neighbor

Hi!  My name is Jason.  Maybe you've read some of my stories before;
anyway, I now have another one to tell you.  I hope you'll enjoy it.  In
case
you've forgotten me, I'm a 14 year old, skinny, dirty blonde kid, with blue
eyes, a 5-inch dick and a dirty mind.  I'm so fucking horny to play with a
man cock that, sometimes, I have a terrible time concentrating on anything
else.  Even though, I've never had one, I've seen them pissing in urinals
and in dressing rooms at the swimming pool and just seeing them drives
we wild.  I can hardly wait to get my hands around one and see what they
feel like. especially to see and feel what they're like when they're hard.

So, on with the story; the house next door had been vacant for 4 months.
it was in need of some tender loving care and my dad said it was a little
overpriced.

Then, one day, it all began to happen.  I was walking home from school
and I saw a moving van pulling away from the curb and noticed the "FOR
SALE" sign had been taken down.

Nothing more caught my attention until Saturday; the rents were out of
town for the weekend with a college student, friend of the family, coming
over later to spend the night with me.  Saturday mornings was when I
always mowed the lawn and I had just finished the area between our
house and the new neighbor.

I had just chocked the power mover when I noticed the new neighbor
standing beside me.  Previously I had just been aware of the fact that he
was mowing his lawn, too.

"Hi, guess we finished at the same time.  I'm your new neighbor, Michael
Sherman."

Holy, fucking shit, I was speechless.  He was send from heaven.  Tall,
slender, broad shoulders, a well-developed chest with the biggest nipples
I'd ever seen (the first one's I'd ever paid any attention to for that
matter)
and a taught stomach.  He had a little hair on his chest and hair on his
forearms and below the knees on his legs.  His long hair was brown but I
think he had bleached the strands in front so, when you looked at him
straight on, he looked like a blonde; his blue eyes put mine to shame.
they were bright blue and dazzling.  And, the fucker was naked except for
cut-off jeans and deck shoes without socks.  It would be my guess that he
was about 25 yrs old.

Finally, but with enough of a pause to make him smile at my hesitation, I
told him my name was Jason Townsend.

"I'm for something cold to drink, wanta come over and join me?"

Still dumbstruck, I followed him around to the covered patio on the back of
his house.

"I've got Diet Pepsi and Diet Coke.  Which would you like?"

"What are you going to have?"

"A beer."

"Could I have a beer, too? It's all right. I've had one before."

"My wife would shit if she knew I gave a beer to a minor but she's not
here, so OK if it's just between you and me."

Michael gave me my beer and plopped down opposite me at the glass-
topped table.  We chatted for a while and then I noticed his cock was
exposed down the left leg of his cut-off jeans.  Jesus, his jeans weren't
cut-off that close to his crotch; his fucking dick had to be enormous to
hang out two inches and his cockhead was absolutely huge.

I guess he noticed me looking because he reached down and pulled the
leg of his jeans down so I could no longer see it.  DAMN!  FUCK!  I guess I
had been too obvious!  I really wanted to keep on looking at it.

Suddenly, I felt out of my element, like I was in too deep to know what to
do.  I'd had sex with a few buds my age but I didn't know shit about how to
get around to the subject with a man, especially someone I had just met.
He seemed to display a warm and friendly attitude toward me.  I hoped he
wasn't angry at me for looking at his dick.  I was so horny, I couldn't even
think.   Maybe he realized my quandary; at least he rescued the situation.

"Jason, you're a beautiful, young boy, I really like you and you're also a
cocksucker aren't you?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I know about those things.  You like men.  I like boys.  I don't
care how much you hang, or anything else.  You're a teenage and that
alone turns me on.  So, let's cut the bullshit.  I've got a hard-on. You've
got
one too. You were damn near salivating when you saw my cock sticking
out the leg of my cut-offs.  Do you want to suck my dick or not?  If you do
it could be the start of something between us and, if not, you can fuck off
right now."

"I want to but I'm afraid."

"Why?"

"It's so big."

"You don't have to take the whole thing.  You can take my cockhead in
your mouth and jack me off."

"How big is it?"

He never answered but stood up, said he'd better lock the fence gate.  He
walked over to the gate in the high, wood fence that enclosed his back
yard - the gate where we had entered.  As he was locking the gate, he
dropped his cut-offs and kicked them aside but kept on his jockey shorts.
Shit, I was hoping to see the whole, big thing.  But when he turned around,
I wasn't disappointed.  He'd cut a round hole in the front of his jockeys
and
his enormous cock was sticking out, swaying as he walked back to the
table - it was the biggest, most beautiful, most exciting cock I'd ever
seen,
even on the net, and way beyond anything that I could have imagined.
What interested me as much as it's length was the fact that it was a skinny
cock and that made the cockhead look more enormous than ever.

"Pull your chair back from the table and spread your legs.  I'll stand
between your legs and you can take my jockeys off."

Everything about him seemed to be a surprise.  When I pulled off his
jockeys I saw that his pubes and balls had been cleanly shaved.  His
genitals were totally awesome, indescribably beautiful.  He pulled his
underpants off and the minute I began to play with his cock he
immediately started to erect.

"My God, Michael, how long is that thing?"

"I've never measured it but I'd guess its about 9-inches.

I'd sucked buds that had 6 inches, so I knew that I could take that much
without choking especially being it wasn't fat.  He was right about my
salivating.  I started drooling all over his shaft.  Actually it made it
slick and
easier to suck.  I also found that if I was quick with the down strokes I
could get down on it 7 inches.  Suddenly I felt it swell and the urinary
tract
enlarge.  He warned me he was near.  I didn't pull off but kept on sucking
until he entered climax.  Then I stopped and let him enjoy his cum.  He
must have needed it badly because a large amount of cock juice poured
into my mouth.  When I stopped, he bent down, raised my head and
kissed me.

"Jason, you did very well, far better than a lot of adults who've sucked on
it.  Now get up, take your pants off and lie back on the table with your
legs
over the edge.  It's my turn to sit in the chair and return the favor."

I didn't last long once he went to work on me.  I could learn a lot about
sucking cock from him, I knew.  After I'd shot he cleaned it up the best he
could without a Kleenex and said,

"Oh Jason, that's what I'd been needing for a long time - a big load of
teen cock juice.  There's nothing like it - nothing sweeter in the world.
"Are you willing to do this when we're both free to do so?"

"Hell yes that was so exciting sucking your cock.  I'd never experienced
anything like it."

"It probably won't be as often as we'd like.  Do you like to jack off?"

"Sure."

"I have an idea.  Looking around the neighborhood before we bought, I
noticed several houses that obviously had the same plan but with slightly
modified exteriors, as is yours and mine."

"You're right.  They are the same plan."

"Do you, by any chance, sleep in the long, one room, attic space on the
2nd floor?"

"I do."

"Do you have a computer up there and can you get on the Internet?

"Yes to both questions"

"Great, I've made a study up there and it's where I keep my computer.
Here's what I have in mind.  Let's set a night or nights that we can get
together.  When I got transferred to our office here, the office gave me a
cell phone so my own phone is sort of redundant.  I want to give it to you.
Do you have a place to hide it?"

"Sure."

"So here's the plan.  We have set nights and times, changing by e-mail if
necessary.  We can stand at the windows, which are exactly opposite
each other; talk together on the cell phones and jack off together.  Would
you like to try that?"

"That would be so fucking hot.  Especially if you stood sideways so I could
see your big dick sticking out."

Monday at 9:00 PM was the day and time we'd agreed on.  He couldn't
call me or my cell phone would ring in the place I had hidden it.  I dialed
his phone and he said he was on the way to the window right now.  At first
we did a slow strip tease until we were naked and, by that time, also fully
erect.

He asked if I had a lamp and instructed me to plug it in and place it on the
floor in front of me.  That turned out to be a great idea.  It improved our
view of each other immensely.  He really made me hot, especially when
he stood, as I had requested, sideways to the window and I could see him
jacking his cock its full length.  After we'd both climaxed we continued to
talk on the phones.  The next date we agreed would be Thursday, same
time.

"Jason, I forgot to tell you that I requested transfer to this office
because
my wife's elderly parents live here and she spends all day, every Saturday
with them; so, any time any Saturday, that you're free come on over.

"Jeez Michael, Saturday, Monday and Thursday - when do you fuck your
wife?"

"Once or twice a week.  Birth control pills don't agree with her, so I have
to
wear a rubber.  I hate the fucking things.  They ruin sex for me.  I tell
you,
Jason, feeling the inside of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around my
shaft was the most satisfying sex I've had in a long time."

"I'm glad you liked it because I really liked it, too.  And, Michael, I've
got
another idea.  My mom, dad and I all have stuff stored in cabinets in the
garage and I often go out there in the evenings to look for something I
need.  Do you have stuff stored in your garage?"

"Yea, and I see where you're heading.  Like Thursday evening we both go
out to our garages, turn on the inside lights and then get together in one
or
the other of the garages."

"Right.  Is 8:30 OK instead of 9 o'clock?"

"Sure.  See ya then and see ya again Saturday."

Things were really heating up between us.  In bed that night, I jacked off
thinking of Michael and his big cock before I went to sleep.  He already
had dominated my thoughts; that night he also dominated my dreams.

Thursday evening we met in our garage and stood in front of the two cars,
so we were somewhat blocked from view.  We didn't undress but just took
our cocks out of our pants.

"Jason, when I was your age a man let me unroll a rubber up his dick and
then roll it back down.  Do you want to try it?  It was kinda sexy for me
when I did it.  So, I rolled the rubber all the way up his 9-inch cock and
all
the way back down.

"Can I keep it, Michael?"

"Sure you can do anything you want.  Don't ask me about what you can
do.  We're fuck buddies now.  What do you want to do, put it on and jack
off in it?"

"No, I just want to keep it, realizing its been on your cock is kinda
exciting."

"You're as much a pervert as I am."

I dropped to my knees, in front of my dream cock and took it in my mouth.
He was hot as hell.  I swear it was bigger and harder than the first time
I'd
sucked it.  After he shot his load, he reached down, grabbed me under the
arms, pulled me up and kissed me, open mouthed with lots of tonguing.

"Jason, let me go down on you now."

"There's no use.  I shot off all over the floor.  I shot big time.  You
better
check your pant legs.  I hope I didn't get any on you."

"I hope you did, cause then I'll lick it off.  And, the next time you're
that hot
tell me and I'll suck you off first.  I love your teen age juice and it's
too
precious to waste on a garage floor."

When I went back upstairs, he was at the window with his cell-phone.  I
grabbed mine and dialed his number.

"Thanks, Jason, I really needed that.  Damn, you're getting really good at
taking my dick."

"Thanks, I love sucking it."

"That's obvious.  And, Jason, I want to ask you something.  Did you like
being kissed?"

"I really did, that was the first time a man has ever really kissed me like
that, you know, hard, wet, sticking your tongue in my mouth like you
really liked it and were showing me that you liked doing it."

"If you want to, I'd really like to get into a lot of foreplay with a lot of
sucking face before we get down to sex.  What do you think of that?"

"Sounds exciting.  I've heard the word, but you'll have to teach me.  I
don't
know much about how you do it."

"You will when I get through with you.  Now for the big question, what do
you think of my trying to fuck you?"

"It sounds exciting.  If you'd like to do it to me, I'd feel kinda, you
know,
honored, but I'm afraid it would hurt."

"That it might, but I'll get you ready, lube you up good and you can grease
my cock, and we'll proceed slowly.  I've thought of it so many times that
now I'm obsessed with getting it inside your body.  I think it would make us
feel kinda like one, really bond us together as fuck buddies, if you know
what I mean?"

"I'd like you to try.  I really want to be your fuck buddy because it seems
to
imply we'd be more that just friends."

"You got that right.  You're my beautiful, teen age, fuck buddy, and don't
you forget it."

"Oh, I'm not apt to forget it.  Michael I'm so fucking happy that you bought
that house and are my neighbor.

"Me, too.  See you Saturday, fuck buddy!"

I didn't go back down stairs, just hollered "Good night" down the stairs. I
was hard again and didn't want to jack off before I got in bed.  I fooled
around on my computer for a while, turned off the light, got into bed and
turned on the lamp on the nightstand.  I unrolled Michael's rubber up my
cock and left it for a while before I took it off.  Michael was right.  I
was a
pervert.  It was exciting just knowing his big cock had been in there where
mine was now.  I finally unrolled it and buried it under some stuff at the
back of the drawer in the nightstand, jacked off and eventually went to
sleep thinking of what it would feel like to have Michael's cock inside me.
I
was so happy that he wanted me that way.  I felt so lucky that he wanted
me as his fuck buddy.  I knew that I loved him.

Saturday morning, I went out to start mowing the lawn again.  My rents
hadn't disclosed any plans for the day.  Michael was mowing his again,
too, and I was on pins and needles that the rents would hang around all
day when my dad came up and tapped me on the shoulder and hollered
that they were leaving to go to the mall and then to the supermarket,
saying they'd be home for dinner and I was to fix a sandwich for lunch.

As soon as they disappeared down the street, Michael came over, took
me to the back of the house, groped my crotch and kissed me.  I told him
my rents would be gone for the day.

"When we finish the lawns, come on over."

Now my nervousness changed from worrying about what plans my rents
had for the day to worrying about getting fucked for the first time.  At
least
it would be Michael that I'd be giving my virginity too and that fact alone
seemed to make a lot of things right.

Michael helped me stow the power mower and we went over to his house.
He locked the gate and locked the door, went to the fridge and tossed me
a beer.  He led me to the sofa in one of the bedrooms that they seemed to
have converted into a TV room.  He bent over and removed some books
from the bottom shelf of a floor to ceiling bookcase and fished out a video
and put it on - a male, porno flick with a lot of hung studs fucking and
sucking and kissing each other in kind of a group orgy.

Let's stay dressed for a while.  It's going to be a while before I want us
to
shoot our loads.

Halfway through the movie and after we'd each had a couple more beers;
he shut off the TV and put the video away.

Since you've got until dinnertime, lets start with showering together. It
was
kinda warm out there mowing the lawn.  He had a long handled device
with nylon net on one side.  We scrubbed each other, he washed my hair
for me and I noticed that he had also shaved under his arms.  God, I was
so fucking hot, so fucking hard, more so than I'd ever been in my life
standing so close to that big dicked stud, dripping with water - water was
even flowing off the end of his penis.  It actually looked as though he was
pissing.

When we'd finished he sat on the toilet seat and told me to get his shaving
cream and safety razor off the vanity counter.

"My balls are clean, but I want you to shave my pubes for me.  Will you?"

"Michael, I'd do anything in the world for you."  {Actually I couldn't think
of
anything in the world I'd rather do, expect to get in bed with him.)

He held it up and moved it around while I shaved him and cleaned him off
with a wet washrag.

In bed he told me to try to hold out a while longer, He wanted to do some
of the foreplay he'd talked to me about on the phone.

He rolled over on top of my and kissed me like his life depended upon it.

Of course, his kissing me and my feeling his big cock pushing on my
stomach, I lost it and started to cry.

"Oh baby, don't cry.  You're young and your nuts are loaded with the stuff.
I'll make you shoot again.  Maybe it's for the best.  It will slow you down
so
we can both enjoy the foreplay longer.  He moved down, sucked and bit
my nipples, sucked the muscle at the front of my armpit, skipped my cock
and moved down to my feet, sucking on every toe on both feet. Then he
moved up and sucked first on one ball, then the other and ended up taking
both of them in his mouth at once.  I knew he was showing me what he
wanted me to do to him.

After more kissing, he gently moved my head down to his chest and, for
the first time, I sucked a man's nipples (and, as I've mentioned before, he
had unusually large nipples).  Then I repeated what he had done to me.

Finally he pulled me back up, again rolled over on top of me and kissed
again, just as he'd done before.

Our breathing became heavy.  I was hot and I knew that he was hot, too.

"One more thing Baby, then we can lube up.  He moved me over onto my
stomach spread my legs, crawled between them and with both hands
spread my ass cheeks.  Being a novice, I thought he was going to put it in
right then and there, but he had said one more thing before he lubed me.
I wondered what he was going to do.  When he began licking my asshole
and sucking on it, I thought I'd crawl off the bed.  Shit, now I knew for
real
that I was HOT, HOT, HOT. I was beyond the point of no return.  I wanted
him to fuck me.  I wanted him to fuck me so badly that I was screaming at
him, begging him to stick it in.

"You're ready now, Baby."  He leaned over and reached under the edge of
the bed, found something labeled K-Y, smeared it on his finger and lubed
my boy cunt.  Then, I rubbed it all up and down his shaft and over his cock
head.  He flipped me over on my back, pulled my butt up onto two pillows,
held my legs up in the air and I felt his big fuck tool push against my ass
hole.  He paused and pushed it in a little deeper.  After he said he had 4
inches in it hurt like hell, but, as I said, I was beyond the point of no
return.
I wanted his cock inside me even if it hurt like hell.  He did take it
slowly
and I was glad he had put me on my back.  I kept staring at his face, his
open mouth and his eyes.  I had never seen a man's eyes so wide open
so full of something that I could not put a name to.  I thought maybe it was
lust, but it was more like expectation, I guess.  I knew when he had it all
the way in.  I could feel his legs pressing against my buns.

He slowly began to take my virginity with his 9-inch fuck tool, sliding it
in
and out with deep strokes.  Once it came out and he had to put it in again.
Then his need to climax seemed to overtake him, to control him.  One of
my buds at school told me about his brother saying you could tighten your
ass while getting fucked and it drove the guy fucking you wild.  I tried it,
squeezing my buns together.  Michael sure did notice.  "What the fuck did
you just do?"

"I just tightened my ass around your cock."

"Oh my God, that was wonderful.  Can you do that again?

As he started I did it a couple of more times.  It did make him kinda crazy.

  He started fucking me faster.  When he collapsed atop me I knew he was
climaxing.  I could feel his warm, cock juice pouring out deep inside my
body.

I grabbed him around his chest and back as he kissed me like what
seemed forever.  Then I felt his cock softening and heard the soft sound it
made when he raised his lower body and pulled his big cockhead clear of
my asshole.

"God damn, Jason, where did you learn to grab a guy's cock with your ass
like that?"

"I heard some guys at school talking about it."

"No body had ever done anything remotely like that to me before.  I can't
tell you how fucking good it felt."

"I'm glad you liked it,"

Now, I was no longer a virgin.  As long as Michael wanted to do it again I
really didn't care.  What use was being a virgin anyway?  It was just
another way of saying you'd never had any fun with a man's cock inside
you - you'd never been fucked.  And, as I thought about it, I had wanted to
get fucked for a long time.  Now I had been fucked and fucked good by a
9-inch cock and I loved it!  As long as Michael lived next door and wanted
to have sex with me I'd be the happiest kid in town.

Michael got out of bed and returned with a warm, wet washrag and
cleaned us up, then spread out on his back, reached into a bedside
drawer and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.

"Michael can you spread your legs, so I can get between them and put my
head on one of your legs and just look at your cock?"  It was truly an
amazing cock; soft or hard didn't make a hell of a lot of difference as far
as
its size was concerned.  I just looked at it, moved it up and across one of
his legs and then up on his stomach.  It was, as I've said before, a thing
of
exciting beauty.  He was permissive with me.  Whatever I wanted to do he
let me do it.  I fondled his balls, held his cock, slowly jacked it, kissed
it
and sucked on his big cockhead.

"Michael, I'm going to shoot soon, do you want it?"  He immediately had it
in his mouth and I began to cum, slowly, not intense, just a long,
satisfying
climax.

He moved up and onto his side facing me.

"Jason I have something I want to tell you, but I don't know whether I
should or not."

"Go on, tell me."

"I love you.  I was afraid to tell you but I thought you should know."

I started to speak but he put a finger over my lips and asked me to let him
finish.

"We've known each other for exactly one week and I can't believe what
has happened between us; a few minutes ago you gave me the best fuck
I'd ever had in my life.  I know sex isn't necessarily love but I also know
I
love you.  I hesitated telling you because I don't know how I'll be able to
handle it, let alone how you'll be able to handle it. God you are so young,
so beautiful.  I don't want to hurt you or get you disturbed over it."

"I'm glad you told me.  I needed to know.  I knew Thursday night when I
went to bed that I loved you, but was afraid to tell you.  Now it's out in
the
open."

"What are we going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, we can't come out in the open with it."


"So what?  We haven't been out in the open about doing what we've been
doing, before we told each other we were in love. We're going to just keep
on doing what we've been doing the past week.  The only thing different is
that we'll know that the bond we've formed as fuck buddies has deepened
into love.  What could be nicer, what could be more exciting?  Michael, I
know we can never like, you know, come out with this information.  But,
when you think about it, love between two people, especially between two
males, is a deeply personal thing anyway, especially what happens
sexually between them."

"Jason, you are wiser at 13 than I am at 26.  You're right.  Nothing has
been lost and everything has been gained.  With love comes warmth,
even when were apart, warmth, appreciation, admiration a lot of things
that will sustain us between get-togethers."

"Michael, kiss me.  I love you so much."

When I reluctantly left to go home he gave me some ointment to put in my
boy cunt.  I intended to do a few things at home but, instead, I just
collapsed on the bed, without lunch, and didn't wake up until I became
aware that my mother was shaking me.

"Jason, are you OK?"

"Yea, mom, I just didn't sleep well last night and I was tired so decided to
take a nap."

"Well, if you're sure you're OK go down and help your dad unload
groceries from the car before he puts it in the garage."

Having had a long nap and eaten a big dinner, I stayed up late with the
rents watching TV.  It was almost 11 o'clock when I went upstairs.  I was
so surprised when I saw Michael standing at the window with the lights on
and his cell phone in his hand.

I dialed him.

"Hi, Jason, sorry to bother you so late at night."

"Oh, Michael, I'm so glad you called."

"You OK, Jason? I know I hurt you back there and I'm sorry?"

"Don't be, there's no one in the world I'd rather have had take my virginity
than you.  I love you Michael.  If for no other reason, it was worth it
looking
at your face and your eyes as you stuck it in and the passion and love I
felt pouring out of your body into my mine as you fucked me."

"Shit, you are such a master at words.  You put me to shame."

"Don't be silly.  Michael, I've just got to tell you.  I've been fascinated
with
grown men's cocks ever since I can remember.  It's been my dream, like
forever, to see one hard, to feel one hard.  Michael, if you had only let me
look at it and feel it, you'd have made me happy.  Instead, this past week
has been something beyond my dreams.  I love you.  I thank you.  Don't
take it wrong.  It doesn't mean I'm minimizing what happened in bed
earlier, but I was so fucking hot and horny for a man's cock that I'd have
submitted to the first dude that showed the slightest interest in me."

"I understand, and take it the way you intended.  Now I understand why
things went so far during the week.  I not only wanted you but you wanted
me too."

"Yes, you have no reason to feel sorry or guilty.  I'm so glad you moved
into the house next door.  You are the answer to my wildest dreams."

"Jason, I hope you take this the right way.  I've told you I like boys and I
guess you know I've fooled around with a few, probably not as many as
you think, but I've never loved one before, believe me.  I want you to
know, that I truly do love you and I also think you are the sexiest, hottest
thing in the world. God I love your skinny body, you big, boy cock and tiny
little bun and how excited you get during sex.  Honest, Jason, I don't think
I could ever get enough of you.  You know, in some countries in Europe
they train boys your age to please men sexually.  None of them could be
better at it than you are.  You can really take care of a man's cock."

"Well, I don't think I could find an excuse to go to the garage right now.
If
the rents leave tomorrow and your wife should go shopping, I'd love for
you to plow me again."

"Oh, shit, you fucking, little sex machine.  Can we jack off together right
now?  Forget the lamp I'm about to shoot."

We'd barely started when he pressed his piss slit against the glass and I
saw his cum run down, almost to the windowsill.

"Oh, Jason, see what I mean.  I've never known anybody that could get
me so hot so quick."

"I'm glad.  I like it when you're hot."

"The feelings mutual.  Here's hoping for tomorrow."

Well, things turned out just fine Sunday afternoon.  We both had been
keeping close tabs on the situation.  At first chance he started over to my
house and I started over to his.

"Where did your parent's go?"

"To a matinee."

"How much time do we have?"

"Two and a half hours, max, including travel time back and forth.  Maybe
more if they stop to eat something."

"Come on over."

"Michael, do you know what I really want?"

"Name it, I'll do it."

"I want you to give it to me in my room."

"Do you have a TV and a VCR"

"Yes, go get the film."

He came back with it plus 4 beers and his K-Y in a plastic bag.

We locked the doors and slowly made our way up the stairs between
kisses and feeling each other up.  He was unimaginably hot, even before
anything had taken place.

He put in the VCR; I pulled down his cut-offs - no jockeys this time.  He
kicked off his shoes and ripped off my baggy jeans.  We started on a beer
but didn't get very far with it.  He was a virile young man with a huge cock
and we were both filled with an animal like lust. His cock was demanding
sexual fulfillment and needed it fast.

I stood on the floor beside my bed and put one foot up on my bed, he
lubed me and I reached around and smeared his cock with it.  He knew I
wanted him to fuck me in this position.

I felt him enter me.  I gritted my teeth, it hurt again, but I needed it so
bad
that pain was the least of my worries.  Most of all I wanted Michael to fuck
me again with his big cock.

As he began fucking me, I began to wiggle my ass around, knowing he
was in so deep I wouldn't lose it.  He slapped my buns really hard and
said,

"God damn, that's so good, swirl your boy cunt around some more.  Yea,
that's it.  You're a real boy whore with a cunt so tight any man would die
to
fuck you."

It was his turn to climax quickly.  I felt him shoot his love juice deep
into
my ass.  It was my turn to get a wet washrag and clean him up.

We flopped on my twin bed and it was a long time before we came down
from our sexual highs.  Again, I got down so my face was right in his cock
and worshiped his big fuck tool. (Thank God he gave it to me, as well as
his wife.  I had developed not only a want but a strong need for it.)

It was half an hour before he moved and another half hour before he
finished his second beer.  I declined my second one and opened it for him.
Then I began fondling his cock, playing with his balls, kissing his genitals
and moving up to suck his nipples.

"Be careful, Jason, or you're going to get me worked up again."

"I want to, I have a favor to ask."

"Anything, fuck buddy. I mean it."

"I want to make you cum all over my bottom sheet."

"We can try.  You lead the way."

I had him kneel on the bed.  I positioned my self on my back beneath him,
my legs dangling over the bottom of the bed.  I smeared K-Y all over his
cock and began to jack him off. The room was filled with sun coming in the
windows and his cock was so slick with K-Y it looked as though it were
made of glass.  It was the first time I'd jacked him.  Seeing his big cock
erect, and his balls swinging back and forth, it was a wonderful, exciting
and erotic sight.  I shot myself, but managed to not miss a stroke.  When
he hollered "I'm cuming", I removed my hand and watched, in fascination,
as his 9-inch cock jerked up and down, his ball sac now shriveled and
drawn up against the underside of his cock shaft and, with each jerking
spasm, shooting cum out of his piss slit and down onto my sheets in big
quantities.

I knew why I wanted him to do that, and so did he.  The minute I got into
bed tonight I'd jack off and cum again and again, looking at his yellow cum
stains, remembering what his cock looked like from underneath - just like
it must look when he was on the verge of entering my boy cunt or his wife's
pussy.  I damn near climaxed again, just thinking about it.  The huge
cocked fucker owned me.  I felt like I was a slave to his cock or in any
other way that he wanted me to be.

"That was hot, Jason, sometime I want to do that to you.  It would be
exciting to watch you shoot a load."

"Just name the time and place, or just do it sometime."

"I love ya, Jason.  But, the time has passed quickly.  I think I better get
back home before we blow things wide open.  There's always time, though
to suck face."

With that he kissed me for a long time.  He had really gotten into kissing
and I loved every minute of it.

"Jason, I can't tell you how hard it is to leave you after we've had sex
together.  I wish we could just stay together, talk, kiss, hug, and maybe do
it again."

"I feel the same way.  You don't have to explain."

That night, I got into my perverted pleasures.  I rolled the rubber he had
let
me keep up and down several times over my cock, put it back in the
drawer, got on my knees in the same place and position Michael and
been, looked at the cum he had shot all over my sheets, closed my eyes
and remembered watching his huge cock jerking up and down and
shooting cum all over my sheets where I'd sleep, and jacked myself to
climax several times.  It meant I'd have to do a load of my laundry in the
morning but I sometimes did anyway and that wouldn't arouse any
suspicions.

I don't know what definition you give to "fuck buddies".  I'd never even
heard the expression before Michael used it.  I don't know now what it
means.  It's not something that you can look up in a dictionary.  But, I've
learned to know what Michael means by it, which is:  Fuck buddies are
used for and obligated to fulfill the sexual needs of their partner, no
matter
what the are or when they occur.  The obligation isn't a duty as much as it
is an expression of exceptionally strong love between two males,
regardless of age differences.

In the case of Michael and I, the fulfillment of  "when" was sometimes
beyond strict compliance because of his being married and my being a
teenaged boy living at home.  But it is amazing the excuses we dreamed
up to get together and to disguise the purpose of our frequent meetings.
My parents became accustomed to and accepting of the fact that I liked
Michael and we were good friends.  Even stranger was the fact that his
wife did the same. Every week it became clearer that Michael didn't like
having marital relations with his wife nearly as much as he liked the secret
and forbidden sex that he and I engaged in; so it fell on me to take care of
his big 9-inch fuck tool's carnal needs.  How lucky could you get!

These encounters also increased in frequency.  It seemed that the more
sex we had together the more we wanted.  I sometimes wondered where it
would all end and I prayed that it would not end in disaster.

Then, school ended and in the last week in June, Michael came over one
evening after supper to talk to my dad.  He had to go to Los Angeles for a
Friday meeting and San Diego for a Monday morning meeting.  He asked
permission to take me with him, saying he'd take me to Disneyland
Saturday or Sunday and that he' never leave me alone.  I could go with
him to his meetings and stay in the reception room and read magazines.

I held my breath until my dad replied that I liked to go out of town with
him,
he looked at my mom, she nodded approval and he finally said, "OK."  It
was so fucking hard to restrain my reaction.  I went outside with Michael
and around to the side of our front porch, between the two houses.

We stood by the house, with a bush hiding us from the street.  Without
words we jacked each other off and shot our loads on the lawn.  After he
kissed me, he said:  "Oh Baby, were going to suck and fuck liked we've
never dreamed of.  OK with you?"

"You know it is, Michael."

We left on Friday as soon as Michael got home from work.  Michael had
told me to dress very casually for travel, he had on his cut-offs and I had
on my baggy jeans, we did wear nice polo shirts though.  We were only a
few blocks from home, on the way to the through street that led to the
freeway, when Michael unzipped and took his cock out of his pants.

By now, I realized that both Michael and I both were, what you could call,
over-sexed.  God, maybe we were even on the way to becoming male
nymphomaniacs.  But, you know, it no longer bothered me.  If I died with
his huge cock in my mouth or up my boy cunt, I'd die happy.  If we were
caught we'd probably just figure it out from there - disappear - maybe
Mexico, even - become beach bums - something.  What did worry me,
though, was how many years would I have with him - how many years
until I got too old to satisfy his need for boys - how many years before he
found another 13, 14 or 15 year old boy whore to ass fuck and to suck him
off.  But I buried the thought.  Now was the time to have fun, I was alone
with Michael for the whole weekend and the following Monday. It was not
the time for distractions because Michael had reached over, found my left
hand and put it atop his cock - he was telling me that it needed some
TLC.

End of PART 1.

I'll post Part 2 as soon as possible.

(Respond if you can.  Love to get e-mails.  They're the only way I know
someone is reading what I've written.  Thanks, Joe)