Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2012 14:05:55 -0500 (EST)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Loving Neighbor, (gay/adult youth, oral anal, b/MMb)

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acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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                          Loving Neighbor
                                By
                               Wolf

	I will never forget the man next door when I was a youth of 12-
years-old.  I can honestly say that I was an innocent boy.  I had no idea
what was happening to me when I started growing hairs under my arms
and above my penis.  There were mornings when I would wake up and
my pajamas would have a wet spot on them.  At first I thought I had
peed but the stuff didn't smell like urine.  I didn't know anyone to ask
about what was happening to me.  My mother had divorced my father
when I was very young, so any questions about my body or sex were
taboo as far as my mother was concerned.

	She had to work to support us, so I was one of the many latch key
children.  I was left to my own devices for at least three hours after
school.  There were no children my age in the apartment building we
lived in, so there was no one in the area for me to play with.  There was
nothing for me to do, other than homework or watch television.

	Walking home every day I passed several homes before reaching
the apartment building.  Most of the private residences were occupied by
old retired couples.  There was one house that was occupied by a man
that I guessed was about my mother's age.  I didn't see him often,
because he worked too.  I only saw him when I was walking the streets
on weekends.  I stopped to talk to him one Saturday while he was
washing his car on his driveway.  He was a friendly guy.  He introduced
himself as Matthew, and told him my name was James.  I even helped
him wash his car on a warm day.  When we were finished he offered me
a Coke.  I accepted his offer.  He entered the house through the
backdoor, and returned with cans of beer and a Coke.  We sat down on
the lawn furniture under the patio cover in the back yard to cool off.

	He asked me where I lived, and I told him that my mother and I
lived in the apartment building on the corner.  It was not long before he
knew my parents were divorced.  Being an innocent youth I asked him if
he was married.  He smiled and said that he wasn't married, and not
likely to ever get married.

	I thought he was a nice looking man, and didn't understand why
he didn't think he would ever get married.  I didn't think I should ask
why he thought that though.  We talked about sports, movies and a lot of
other things.  He told me that I could drop by anytime I liked.  After that
day I made it a point to visit him whenever he was home.  We normally
talked while he was working in his yard though.  As I became
comfortable talking to him I felt like I could ask him about personal
stuff.  I didn't know how to ask about the wet spots in my pajamas
though.

	"Mat can I ask you if there is something wrong with me?"

	"Sure, Son." He said.

	"Sometimes when I wake up in the morning I have a wet spot on
the front of my pajamas, and it is not pee.  Do you think there is
something wrong with me."

	Mat smiled, but then realized that I was truly concerned, "Why
don't you ask you mother?"

	"My mother never talks to me about anything like that!"

	"Mat thought before answering, "James, your body is changing
from a boy into a man.  I bet your growing hairs under your arms and
right above your penis!  That is a sign that you are developing into a
man.  What you're experiencing at night is called night emissions.  At
your age I suspect it is pre-cum.  That is a clear liquid that is designed to
lubricate the opening of a girl you are making love to.  Eventually you
will start secreting a white liquid that is called cum.  That stuff contains
the sperm that impregnates women and produced babies."

	I was fascinated to find out that I would be able to have babies
soon.  I wanted to know more and asked him to tell me more about sex.

	Mat told me that if my mother didn't want to discuss such thing
with me that I better not tell her anything about what we discussed.  I
assured him that I wouldn't.  He went into great detail discussing the
process of sex.  I was afraid that if I ever got the chance to fuck a girl
that we would have a baby.  Mat assured me that it was not that easy, the
girl would have to be fertile at the time, but there were ways to have sex
that would not produce babies.  I wanted to know how I could have sex
without making babies.  Mat told me that men and women could have
oral and anal sex.  That led to more questions.

	Mat said that he had photographs of all kinds of sexual acts if I
cared to look at that them, but never let anyone know I showed them to
you.  I assured him that I wouldn't.  He showed me a lot of magazines
filled with pictures of men and women engaged all manner of sex.  They
were pictures of them licking and sucking each other's private parts, and
the men using rubbers to fuck these women in their pussies and even
assholes.

	Looking at the pictures gave me a boner that was painful to me,
and very noticeable by Mat.  He told me that we better stop looking at
them.  He did tell me that I better take a washrag to bed with me that
night and pull on my penis until I had a climax.  When you visit next
time let me know how it felt.

	That night before going to bed I took an old washrag to bed with
me.  I lay on my back and pulled my penis out of my pajamas and pulled
on it just as Mat has told me.  I thought about those nasty pictures while I
played with my penis.  It scared me when my penis started jerking and a
clear liquid leaked out of the opening on my penis.  I was short of breath,
but it felt great.  I wiped it up with the rag, and hid it before going to
sleep.  I never slept so soundly.  I didn't even hear my alarm in the
morning, Mom had to come in and wake me up.

	I just had to visit Mat that might when he got home from work, to
tell him all about what I had done last night.

	Mat smiled at my story and assured me that it would get better.  I
was concerned about how I could find a girl to do those things to.  Mat
told me that it was not all that easy to find girls willing to do those
things, but there was other ways to enjoy sex with another person.  I had
to know how that was possible.  Mat had more magazines to show me.
He had some with naked boys playing with each other.  There were
pictures of boys no older than me jacking each other off, sucking cocks
and even sticking the little cocks into each other's butts.

	I had a big boners looking at them.  Mat offered to show me how
it felt to have someone else jack me off.  I didn't object as he had me sir
between his legs while he opened my pants and pull my little penis and
balls over the top of my tidy whites.  He used to fingertips and his thumb
to jack me off.  Nothing I had ever experience before felt as good as the
thrill of him jacking me off.  It didn't take me long and I had the clear
liquid appear at the opening of my dick.  Mat used his finger to wipe up
the liquid and I watched him reach around my neck with his head right
beside my face as he licked and sucked his finger.  I couldn't believe that
he actually tasted my pre-cum.  When I finished he sent me home with
the promise that we would do even more things in the future.

	That night when I jacked off I used my fingers to catch the clear
liquid before wiping my dick with the rag.  I had to find out what it
tasted like.  It was very slippery on my tongue, but had almost no taste.  I
wondered why Mat liked it so much.

	The next Saturday mother had to work all day, so I had plenty of
time to visit Mat.  When she asked me what I was going to do all day, I
told her I would probably go to the park.  She insisted that I take my cell
phone.  As soon as she was gone I made a bee line to Mat's.  He has
shown me where the hideout key was in a phony rock near the backdoor,
so I let myself in.

	I found Mat in bed asleep.  He had kicked the blankets and sheet
off of himself, so I saw that he was naked.  This was the first time I had
ever seen his sex organ.  I was duly impressed with his cock and balls.
His balls were contained in a baggy flesh sack with hairs all over it, and
it was dangling across his thigh.  His cock was even more impressive.  I
had never seen a cock like it before.  It was very long to me and dangled
limply over his thigh.  There was a crocked blue vein running up his
cock.  He had a lot of excess foreskin covering the knob.  It dangled a
good half inch beyond the knob.  The tip was wet too.

	I could resist taking it in my hand and feeling the warm flesh.  It
throbbed in my hand, and came to life.  My manipulation woke Mat up.
He rolled over onto his back and looked at me while I started jacking
him off.  He warned me that he would produce a lot of cum if I kept that
up.  I started pulling on it even faster.  The foreskin would peel back
exposing his wet knob.  When I felt his cock throb I couldn't resist
bending over like the boys in the pictures did, and take his knob into my
mouth.  He squirted several gobs of cum into my mouth.  It started me
and I pulled back just as he squirted one last gob at my face.  I saw the
much thicker white cum as it hit my mouth and nose.  I savored the taste
of his cum, and found that it had a different taste.

	Mat moved me away as he swung his legs over the side of the
bed.  He announced that he needed to pee.  I followed him into the
bathroom.  As he stood in front of the toilet I stood beside him, and
couldn't resist holding his cock while he peed.  I aimed the stream into
the water.  When he finished he told me to shake it.  I wiggled the long
hose until the last drop drip off of the foreskin.  Mat had his arm around
my shoulders as he bent over and kissed me on the mouth.  I was in love
with him from that moment on.

	I told him we had all day to do whatever we wanted.  Mat
insisted on making us breakfast.  He also insisted that I take off my
clothes while he cooked.  It was so strange to sit my butt on his dining
room chairs, while he set the table.  It was exciting to look at him
walking around with his cock and balls swinging between his legs.

	When we were finished he put the dishes in the washer before
taking me back to his bedroom.  I had never seen his bedroom before,
and had not paid much attention when I had seen him naked on his bed.
Now as I lay there in his arms I had plenty of time to look around.  There
was an old picture on the wall of a nice looking man in an old military
uniform.  When I asked who he was, mat told me that was a picture of
his father, when he was in the Arm Air Coups right after World War
Two.  I didn't have to ask, Mat told me that his father had taught him all
about sex with men.

	There was another picture about five by seven of Mat with his
arm around another man.  Mat told me that picture was his last lover.  He
told me that he had changed jobs and was relocated to the west coast.  I
was relieved that I didn't have to be jealous.

	Mat asked me if I would like to watch a video on the TV.  I
wanted to watch anything Mat wanted to show me.  He picked up the
remote control and turned on the TV.  When the screen came to life he
changed the screen to a DVD player, and the screen went to cyan blur for
a moment before a homemade video filled the screen.  The person using
the camera must have been sitting in the passenger seat of the car.  The
trees passed by quickly as the car headed up a dirt road.  The car was
headed over a red clay path someplace in the west.  It looked like there
was nothing but a few of those table top mountain's you see in western
movies.  The car eventually can to a gully with a muddy looking creek
running slowly down the gully.

	When the car stopped there was several people setting to tents
and making camp.  There were two adult men that kept entering the
frame, and two boys that looked even younger than me.  Mat told me that
the boys were twins of the f cock sucking going tall man with the dark
hair.  Then I realized the other man that was entering the frame was a
younger Matthew.

	It didn't take long and all of them took off their clothes.  There
was a lot on.  Then I witnessed Mat place one of the boys on his back
and curl the boy up until his asshole was level with Mat's cock.  I
couldn't believe it when Mat's cock entered the youth's asshole.  The
boy grimaced every once in a while as mat fucked his ass, but never
complained.  Mat did pull his cock out and squirted cum all over the
boy's belly, and rubbed it into the boy's skin.  That was the most
exciting two hour movie I had ever seen.  The boys were fucked several
times and they sucked cocks like pros.  I wouldn't have believed boys
that young could be fucked in the ass if I had not seen it.  We both had
raging hard-ons by that time.

	Mat asked me, "Are you ready to discover the joys of anal sex?"

	I was so fucking horny I could feel my asshole puckering at the
prospect of having Mat's cock in my ass.  I kissed him and assured him
that I would do anything to please him.

	Mat got off of the bed and brought back a towel and a tube of
some sort of lubricant.  I placed the towel under my butt and curled me
up in a ball like he had that twin, and greased up my asshole with the
liquid.  It felt cold as he applied it.  The he greased up his cock and
pulled back the foreskin before he guided his cock into my hairless
asshole.  When he pressed against my body it hurt, and I begged him to
wait, but he just shoved it in.  When he had half of it in me he pulled
back a little.  It felt like I was passing the biggest turd of my life, but
there was less pain.  Slowly he started fucking me, and with every thrust
I felt a stabbing pain in my ass.  I was moaning and tears were streaming
to my face to my ears.  Mat took hold of my cock and jacked me off to
take my mind off of the pain.  When I came for the first time, white stuff
splattered all over my belly and some stuck to my little pubic patch of
hair.  Mat eventually deposited his load I my ass.  Mat eventually pulled
out of me and I felt cold liquid trickle out of my butt and onto the towel
under my butt.  It surprised me when Mat bent over and licked up all of
my cum off of my body.  He assured me that my nectar was the sweetest
he had ever tasted.  I felt a flush of pride having please Mat so much.

	We rested for a while clinging to each other.  Mat got on his
hands and knees to allow me to fuck his ass.  I stood on the bed straddle
of his hips.  He assured me that I didn't need to grease him up.  I sank
my cock into his asshole and fuck him with everything I had.  I did
eventually cum, but I didn't produce more than a couple of squirts.
When I pulled out of his ass his asshole stayed open the same diameter
of my cock.  I could see into his asshole and the red skin.  His asshole
was ringed with dark hairs.  I don't know what came over me, but I bent
over and stuck my nose into his asshole.  I got another hard-on just
smelling his asshole.

	We cleaned up, rested and started all over.  We sucked each
other's cock at the same time.  When he stuck a finger into my asshole I
did the same thing to him.  By the time I had to get dressed and go home
we had fucked each other three times.  From that day on I spent as much
time at Mats as I could.

	Mother eventually became suspicious of my behavior.  She
confronted me about what I spent all of my time.  I couldn't very well
tell her I was fucking a man.  I came up with a story that I had a friend
that I visited all of the time.  Mother wanted to meet my friend of course.
I panicked and tried to side track her, but she insisted.

	The next time I saw Mat I told him about what I had told my
mother, and he came up with the answer to my problem.  He made a call
to a friend and told the person about my problem.  About an hour later
there was a knock at the door.  Mat answered the door a man was
standing there with a boy about my age next to him.  They explained that
the youth was the man's son.  After we discussed my problem the boy
and I went home and I introduced the boy to my mother.  She was
pleased to meet my friend and insisted on feeding the two of us.
Eventually I told Mom that he had to go home.  I accompanied him back
to Mat's.  Of course I had to pay for his help by allowing him to fuck my
ass in front of Mat and his guest.

	The men jacked each other off while encouraging us.  That
placated my mother for a while.  Eventually she wanted to meet the
parents of my friend.  We made a date to have dinner with them at our
apartment.  We introduced the father and son along with their uncle
Matthew as my friends.  The boy's father explained that he was a
widower.

	Mother eventually figured out that there was a lot more to my
relationship with Mat and his friends, but by that time I was 18-years-old
and was able to leave home if she objected to my love affair with an
older man.  The only problem was that I was too old for Mat's taste.  I
had to seek out older men that didn't mind that I was no longer a smooth
little boy.



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