Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2012 02:33:21 -0400 (EDT)
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Mark and the Man Nextdoor (gay/adult you, oral, m/M)

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                     Mark and the Man Next Door
                                By
                               Wolf

	When I was a child my family lived in Montreal, not far from the
University, when I was a child.  I became very good friends with the
man next door when I was an eight-year-old, second grader.

	I was a slim, blond-headed kid.  I became very fascinated with
the man next door but I never knew just how old Rodger was.  I think he
was between thirty and forty years old.  He was married and had a
young daughter.  He was a dark haired good looking guy, about six feet
tall.  He was a very masculine man, with a harsh sounding voice that
belied his true good nature.  His name was named Mark, and he smoked
a lot and also drank a bit.

	One afternoon while I was next door to visit him, his wife was
busy looking after their daughter in the back yard.  Rodger was sitting in
his favorite chair watching television.  He was wearing sweat pants and a
sweat shirt. (He tended to wear sweat clothes around the house most of
the time.)  He must not have heard me enter his house, because he was
sitting there in his chair with his sweatpants pulled down under his balls,
and he was pulling on his cock hard and fast, while he was breathing
hard.  I stood there fascinated by the sight of him masturbating.  He
eventually reached for a rag that was on the end table next to his chair
and shot his load of cum into the rag.  When he was finished he put the
rag away, and pulled his sweatpants back up.

	I left the room without him knowing that I had witnessed him
playing with himself.  I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen.
Whenever I was alone I also started playing with myself.

	I began going out of my way to spy on Rodger.  I discovered that
whenever his wife and daughter were not around, he masturbated a lot.
I found out that if I stood in the right place in their living-room, I could
see directly into their bedroom.  I witnessed him relaxing on his bed with
his clothes pulled down.

	He would jack off fast and furiously and would cum all over his
belly.  I must have made a noise at one time, because he looked at me,
but he didn't stop masturbating.  He simply motioned for me to enter his
room with his left hand, while continuing to jack off with his right hand.

	I was frightened to enter, but afraid to run too.  When I slowly
entered his room he asked me if I would like to feel his cock.  I couldn't
vocalize my answer, so I just nodded my head up and down.   I simply
stood beside his bed and reached for his cock.  It felt so warm, and the
skin was so smooth.  It was like loose rubbery stuff over a stiff shaft.  It
was about six inches long, sticking straight up in the air.  He demanded,
"Pull on it hard and fast!"

	While I started pulling on his cock, he continued barking orders
at me to do it harder and faster.  He also reached over with his hand and
started feeling the bulge in my pants.  My cock was half the size of his,
and sticking straight out like a rod.  He fumbled with my pants until he
got them open.

	I felt like I was going to pee, when he finally pulled my dick and
balls out of my pants.  He used his thumb and finger to masturbate me
while I was pulling on his cock.  When he was ready to cum he rolled
towards me and squirted gobs of white cum all over my dick and little
balls.  He continued masturbating me until I thought I couldn't take it
anymore.  He cleaned me off and swore me to secrecy before he let me
go home.

	I soon learned that he was a chronic masturbator.  He did it all of
the time.  When I was around he had me do it for him, and he would do
it to me.  I will never forget the time his wife took their daughter to
Nova Scotia to visit her sister for a week.

	He invited me over to sleep with him.  We masturbated each
other all day, but when it was bedtime he insisted that I not sleep in
pajamas.  We went to bed totally naked.

	He showed me how to suck cock by taking my little dick into his
mouth.  He actually sucked on me until I had my first dry cum.  When he
reclined back on the bed, I knew it was my turn to suck his cock for him.
I leaned over his body and studied his cock.

	I leaned over his body and studied his cock, while I pulled on it.
I eventually worked up the nerve to put my mouth over the velvety head
and into my mouth.  I started pushing my head down over the shaft.  I
managed to take all six inches into my mouth.  My nose was pressed
against the crease of he left leg.  I could smell his manly body odor, and
a few pubic hairs on his crotch tickled my nose.

	Rodger liked to talk dirty while he had sex with me.  His big
booming voice would call me all calling all kinds of dirty things, like his
sweet little cocksucker.  When he was ready to cum he held my head
down with his hand while he squirted cum in my mouth.  At first, I
almost choked on it.  Some even came out of my nose.

	The next evening he had me lay face down on his bed while he
lay on top of me.  I couldn't believe it when he used some sort of
slippery liquid to grease up my asshole.  I had never heard of someone
actually putting their cock inside an asshole before.  It hurt like hell until
he told me to push like I was taking a shit.  When I did, his cock slipped
into me rather easily and didn't hurt so much.  He was talking dirty to
me the entire time, and sweating all over my back.  I was sore for several
days later, but loved the feeling it induced in me.

	When his wife returned, we had to be more discrete.  Just the
same, he never wore underwear under his sweatpants, so he could just
pull the front of his sweats down and stick his cock into my mouth.  He
would grasp my head and fuck my mouth hard and fast, while talking
dirty to me.  I would look up at him, making eye contact with him the
whole time.  Sometimes his wife was in the kitchen while I sucked his
cock.  I became very turned on by the whole thing.

	Quite often, all he would wear was red jockey shorts, and when
he would stand up the head of his cock would be poking over the top of
his underwear.

	He would smile at me and motion for me to follow him into the
bathroom.  He would stand in front of me demanding that I masturbate
him and suck his cock.  I was always very nervous, because we had to
rush it, to get it done without arousing his wife's suspicion.  He would
talk to me in a low voice during all of this.  Sometimes he would pull his
cock out of my mouth and squirt his cum in the toilet, while holding my
body tightly against his.

	Anytime his wife was going to be gone for a day or two, I could
expect to spend the night in his bed, playing the part of his wife.  I loved
to have him fuck me in the missionary position, so that we could look
each other in the eye.  He also loved to stick his tongue into my asshole
after fucking me.  I was able to have a dry cum while he rimmed my
asshole.

	When she was not around he would bring out a large collection of
photographs of men having sex with young boys.  We would look at
them together, before he would do the same things to me.

	Rodger had a friend that was much older.  This guy must have
been in his sixties.  I think Rodger had been his lover, at one time, when
he was younger.

	This man was also married, and he was into sex with young boys.
Although, I never had sex with him myself but there were times when he
would be present, and watch Rodger having sex with me.   Apparently I
was too old for him to be interested in me.

	Rodger confessed to me that he couldn't cum having sex with his
wife, without thinking about me.  He had to think about me sucking his
cock, or him fucking my asshole to be able to cum inside her.  That really
made me feel special and I liked hearing it.

	It was inevitable that his wife should become suspicious of our
relationship, and catching her husband fucking me.  She couldn't stand
him after that.  She demanded a divorce, and threatened to expose him if
he didn't give her everything she wanted.  He was a broken man.  He left
town soon after.  I heard from someone that he became a member of the
unwashed homeless.



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