Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2005 12:41:46 -0400
From: Reprobate <rprob8@hotmail.com>
Subject: Neighbor Cop

Neighbor Cop
by Reprobate (rprob8@hotmail.com)

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This is a true story based on a real experience in my past.  Actual
dialogue is, of course, fictionalized to fit my memory of the sequence of
actual events.  All rights and copyrights are in place.  Most of the other
stories I have posted are listed under "Reprobate" in the Authors section.
All emails, whether complimentary or offering constructive criticism, are
welcomed and responded to.

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In the winter when I was 13, that was the winter of '66 - '67 ... it was
after I had spent the summer staying at the beach.  I had become accustomed
to having more dollars in my pocket that just my allowance and I liked the
added independence that allowed me.  I didn't have to keep asking my
parents if I could have some money to buy something I wanted.  If I had the
money, then I could just buy it myself.

So, after that summer, when I started high school, I began to spread the
word around that I was available to babysit.  Then as autumn approached, I
started cleaning up yards and raking leaves.  I was making enough money to
have the independence I wanted.  As winter approached, I signed up about
half a dozen neighbors to let me shovel their driveways and walks.

The neighbor right next door, he still allowed me to lift weights in his
home gym and I had sprouted up to my final height of six feet.  Over the
past year, I had lost a lot of my "baby fat" which had hidden the
definition of my developing muscles and, except for my hairy body, I
thought I looked like a lot of the guys in the muscle magazines now.  You
could see my muscles now and they looked as hard and developed as they were
instead of being masked by that youthful layer that so many of my friends
still exhibited.  I wasn't so developed that I could go into a contest or
anything, but I looked the way I wanted to look.  I looked "built" enough
so nobody gave me any hassles about anything.

I had a 56" chest and a 36" waist and topped the scales at over 250 lbs. of
solid muscle.  By the spring of '67, I had turned 14 and gained 2 more
inches in my chest and another 50 lbs.  But that was later.  Most people
could not believe I weighed as much as I did, most speculating I was more
around the 200 lb. mark.  Anyway, I digress.

So winter started early that year and it seemed every morning before school
I had a half dozen or so driveways to shovel out.

One of the driveways I regularly shoveled belonged to my neighbor two doors
down, on the other side of the one whose gym I used.  That couple was Steve
and Pam.  He was a cop, but not in the town we lived in.  I admit I had a
bit of "hero worship" going on when it came to Steve.  He was taller than
me ... about 6'2" or 6'3" or so.  He kept his dark hair cut in almost a
military buzz cut but what struck you first when you looked at him were his
eyes.  Such a clear blue, and sparkle ... they sparkled and twinkled so
brightly you would swear they were plugged into a power source of
something.  He had a powerful build on him, and he looked fantastic in his
uniform.  It fit him so perfectly I felt he must of had it special made or
tailored to fit.  Same with his civilian clothes.  But then I was the same.
Anything I had to buy "for good" had to be altered because of my build.
Shirts had to be tapered.  Pants ... I had to buy pants larger than I
needed so they would fit my thick thighs ... and then everything above that
had to be altered and tapered to fit me properly otherwise they looked way
too baggy.  But Steve, he just had a good strong build on him, not the
"extremes" my physique had developed.

Steve normally had just gotten home a few hours before I would start
shovelling driveways when it snowed at about 6 AM.  So when I would finish
his drive, it was usually Pam who met me at the door to pay me because
Steve would be sleeping.

One Friday night it snowed especially hard and Saturday morning I had my
half dozen driveways all clogged up with snow that came about mid thigh.
So I started my shovelling at about 6 AM as per usual.  I knew who had to
have their driveways cleared first, so I concentrated on them and then
shovelled out the ones that were less urgent.  Steve's was the first one I
always shovelled because he never knew when he would be called into work on
an emergency.  After I finished, I went to the door and knocked softly so I
wouldn't wake Steve up.  The house was completely dark still and Pam didn't
answer.  Instead of risking waking Steve up, I decided I would finish the
other driveways and then come back to pick up my money at their place.

It took hours longer than normal to finish, of course, but I didn't mind
because the amount I charged to shovel the driveways was dependent on how
much shovelling there was involved ... so that day I was going to make a
bundle.  Everyone was on a "sliding scale" except "old Mrs. Stewart" who
was a retired school teacher ... I always charged her the same $1.50 no
matter how much snow there was.

It was 11 AM by the time I had finished.  My pants and boots were caked
with snow and I was chilled to the bone.  When I started shovelling, I did
not stop until I was done.  Some of my customers tried to talk me into
coming in and warming up for a few minutes, but I had to keep working until
all my customers driveways were clear.  On my way back home, I saw a light
on in Steve's.  Through the living room window it looked like it must be
coming from the kitchen.  So I trudged up the driveway and around to the
backdoor, and sure enough the kitchen light was brightly lit.  I knocked at
the door and was surprised when Steve answered it.  He peered around the
partially open door and when he saw it was me, he invited me in for a
moment.

When I stepped and he closed the door I was surprised again to see him only
wearing one of those terry cloth "after shower" kilt type things around his
waist.  I explained to him I was just collecting for shovelling the
driveway.  He apologised for not being awake when I knocked earlier but he
had forgotten all about me coming, even though he had had to park his car
on the street when he came home because he couldn't get into the driveway.
I had seen Steve in his bathing suit over the years, but seeing him in his
terry wrap seemed a little different.  He was freshly shaved, and his neck
flowed into his shoulders.  He had a thick mat of dark hair across his
chest, but it wasn't so thick that it masked his well defined pecs or the
quarter sized nipples.  His chest hair tapered to blow across his hard
abdominals and flow in a river under his terry kilt.  His still tanned
muscled legs appeared at about mid-thigh and had a covering of hair that
thinned as it got closer to his ankles.  In those days, the bathing suits
the guys wore were usually the knit ones or the nylon ones that really
hugged they guys and left little to the imagination.  So from having seen
him many times in his own sky blue nylon trunks, I know he sported a pretty
good bulge in front and a firm tight butt.

I told him not to worry about it, that I had just finished all my driveways
and was just heading back home again.  Then I mentioned that Pam usually
was up when I was there and she paid me.  He explained that Pam's mother
had taken ill a couple days before so she had travelled to her hometown to
stay with her until she was better.  I nodded in understanding and told him
that while she was away, if I had to shovel the driveway that I wouldn't
knock on the door unless I saw the kitchen light on.  And if it wasn't on
when I finished everyone's driveway, he could just either call when he woke
up or drop the money over to my house when he got up.  He thought that
would be a fine idea.

I guess the warmth of the kitchen finally got through to me and I started
shivering something fierce ... finally realising just how cold I was and
how cold my clothes still were.  Steve saw me start to shake and seemed to
notice for the first time that I was pretty much caked with snow from my
thighs right down to my boots and it was starting to melt onto his kitchen
door mat.  He scooted me outside for a minute, grabbed a broom and with me
standing on the step holding the outside door open and him standing in the
kitchen with just his waist covered by that terry cloth kilt thing and
holding the inside door opened, he proceeded to sweep all the snow off me
as best as he could and as quickly as he could.  Once done he hauled me
back in and shut the doors quickly.  Then he suggested I take off my coat
and hang it over the back of a chair and position over by the hot water
radiator and put my boots on top of the one on the other side of the
kitchen.  While I did that, he made me some hot chocolate and poured
himself another cup of freshly brewed coffee.

We sat at the kitchen table and Steve, I guess realising that I might have
plans for the day, asked me if I had time to visit for a while.  I told him
I had nothing to do now that the driveways were all done.  We had not
really had a chance to talk since I returned home from my summer at the
beach.  Steve and Pam had lived in the neighborhood for a few years and
usually each summer I would be over bugging Steve whenever he was outside
working around the house on his days off.  But it seemed we hadn't really
spoken with each other at length in over a year.

"You have really sprouted up this past year" Steve commented. "You still
lifting weights in Aiden's gym?"  Aiden was the neighbor between our
houses.

"Yes, I am still lifting weights regularly.  Now that I have started high
school, I can use their weight room as well as Aiden's on the weekends.  I
have started showing better muscle definition since the spring too."

"You have?  I know last year you were really well muscled but your baby fat
was masking it pretty good."

"No anymore, I guess " I smiled at him.

"Open your shirt and let me see this "muscle definition" you are bragging
about" he chuckled.

Without hesitation I stood and pulled my sweater over my head, pulled my
shirt out of my pants and unbuttoned it and pulled it open.

"Holy cow, you weren't kidding" Steve commented. "And the hair, you sure
have a lot more hair than you did a year ago."

I blushed quickly, remembering the taunts and ridicule of my friends, and I
looked down at the floor,

"Hey buddy.  I didn't mean to upset you.  I didn't mean anything bad by
saying that, I was just making an observation".  He reached over and put a
hand on my shoulder.  Even after a summer of having encountered guys that
bolstered my self confidence about my body hair, it only took a couple
weeks of comments from my so called friends to knock it all out of me
again.  Steve's evident concern for my sudden change of mood was one of the
reasons for my "hero worship" of him, and the fact he had received numerous
commendations for saving peoples lives.  He was a good cop and a good
person.

Steve guided me closer to him and held an arm in each of his hands as my
own hands held my shirt closed around me.

"What's the matter Peter?  Why did my comment upset you so much"

As I looked up into his blue eyes, his face showing his genuine concern, I
couldn't help myself and started shaking with stifled sobs and tears
started running down my cheeks.  I may have the size and height of a man,
but I was still only a 13 year old.  Steve stood and pulled me to him,
hugging me and running his hands up and down my back.

"Look ... Peter ... we are friends.  Right?  Tell me what's going on.
Maybe I can help.  But even if I can't, just telling someone will help
some.  It's better than bottling it up."

So with my head on his shoulder I told him what had been going on since the
previous summer.  The taunts and name calling by the other kids about my
body hair, and some even about my developing muscles.  They didn't bug me
too much about my size until my muscles started showing themselves in more
detail.  Now I was being called "gorilla", "King Kong" and just plain
freak.  They would yell the taunts at me and then go running off, no doubt
thinking I might kill them if I was able to get my hands on them.  I told
him of my summer at the beach and how no one there had said anything
derogatory about my body hair and the ones that did comment said they
thought it was "cool".  He, of course, had know of my summer job of being
the private life guard of the couple kids, about them getting sick and of
me staying for the last weeks of August up there on my own.  I told him how
I had "gotten over" what the kids had been saying, so when it started again
when I returned I wasn't prepared for it ... and it just seemed to hurt
more and cut deeper.

As I spewed out my tale of woe, he just hugged me and kept rubbing my back,
and he just let me get it all out without interruption.  When I had
finished he tried to comfort me by saying those kids were just jealous and
to just try to ignore them.  He continued to say all the right words and I
felt the memory of what the kids kept saying slowly become less important.
Yes, I thought, they must be jealous because a lot of the ones taunting me
couldn't even grow pubic hair yet ... and they all seemed to have the
musculature of 8 year olds.  I started to realize that none of the guys who
had developed bodies, or that obviously had hit or gone through puberty
ever said any of the nasty things the other kids were saying.  In fact,
most of them even asked me questions about my muscles and how I got so well
developed and all that.  So, as the realization of the truthfulness of
Steve's words sunk in, my confidence started returning once more ... and it
was then I realised I had been crying on his shoulder like a little kid and
pushed myself back a bit.

"There" Steve said, looking into my eyes "things don't seem so bad now, do
they?"

"No, you are right.  But I feel stupid crying like a little kid now about
it."

"Hey buddy.  Even grown men have to cry once in a while and you are still a
teenager.  Don't worry about it" he smiled.  "Now, how about showing me
those muscles you've developed."

With my renewed confidence, I stepped back and removed my shirt and struck
a comical rendition of a muscle man pose.

"Ha ha ha ... now be serious" Steve quipped.

I stood up straight and let Steve look at my chest and abdominals and when
he asked me to turn around, I did so without hesitation.  Steve moved a bit
closer and reached out his hands to run his hands up and down my back,
feeling the definition he could now see.

"Whewewww" He whistled "you really have developed in the past year.  You
have a way better build on you than I have"

"Maybe" I said "but you look real good just the way you are."

Steve's hands moved up to my shoulders, and then down my arms.  He turned
me around and continued running his hands over my arms, then my chest and
abdomen.

"You have a scrub board developing on your belly" Steve smiled as he rubbed
my abs.  Stepping back, he continued "are you making sure you are working
on your legs as much as your upper body?"

"Yup" I stated and without being asked I undid my pants and pulled them off
over my sock covered feet.  Then I stood before him for his inspection clad
only in my jockey briefs.

Steve sat down in his chair, took another sip of coffee and then gestured
for me to come closer.  When I did, he asked if he could check out my legs,
and with pride in my smile I nodded my ascent.  I couldn't believe my
"hero" thought I had a good body.

As Steve started rubbing the fronts of my thighs, he commented "You really
got yourself a good tan this summer."

"Yeah, I was sunbathing almost every day" I said with pride.

Using his hands, Steve once again swivelled me around and started to run
his hands down my thighs and squeezed my calf muscles.  In my haste to
remove my pants, I had inadvertently pulled my briefs down a bit one hip.
When Steve sat up straight in his chair again, he ran a finger across the
exposed part of the top of one butt cheek.

"Hey buddy, how far down is your tan line anyway?"  he said with a laugh.

I felt myself blushing again and instead of answering, I just shoved my
briefs down to my thighs so Steve could see for himself.  Gravity made my
briefs fall off my thighs to my ankles.

Steve coughed and choked a bit on the drink of coffee he had just taken
when I made my unexpected exposure.

"Holy shit" he said "oh ahhh, sorry.  But geez, what did you do?  Strip
naked every day to sun bathe?"

I turned my head to look over my shoulder and saw Steve staring right at my
butt.

"Yeah, pretty much.  As often as I could anyway.  I found a place where I
could do it and nobody could see me."  I said as I flexed and unflexed my
glutes so Steve could see I worked on them regular too.

Without asking this time, Steve reached out both hands and ran his hands
over my butt, a couple times letting his fingers run down my butt crack
when I relaxed my glutes.  As his fingers occasionally grazed my butt hole,
I felt my cock instantly rise to full hard.  My breathing was becoming
shallower and I, for the first time, wondered if something else might
happen.  But then I pushed that notion from my head.  This guy was married
and my friend.  He was a cop and my secret hero.  I convinced myself he
only wanted to check my muscles.

"Turn around Peter" Steve said in a husky kind of whisper.

I stepped out of my briefs and with my hands cupped over my hard dick and
my balls, I turned around.

Steve sounded like his breath caught a bit "You really do have a great
build on you, buddy" he said, his voice once again sounding almost normal.
"Why not show me another of those muscle man poses?" he smiled "How about
the one where you put both your hands behind your head and flex your
biceps?" he suggested as he took another sip from his coffee.

I just stood there, covering my dick and balls with my hands, looking at
his somewhat flushed face ... and I could feel my face become a deep
crimson.  Steve looked from my concealing hands up to my face to glance
into my eyes and immediately sensed the reason for my hesitation.

"It's okay, buddy.  Strike the pose for me and don't worry about your
hardon.  Its natural for guys to get them and we can't always control when
we get them.  Its only you and me here ... and I promise not to tell
anyone.  Okay?  Now, put your hands up behind your head and flex your arm
muscles."

I took my left hand and moved it up behind my neck and flexed the muscles
in that arm.

"Okay.  Good.  You look great.  You look fantastic for someone your age."
he said.  "Now the other hand"

I hesitated a few moments.  Then I moved my right hand up to clasp my left
behind my neck and flexed both sets of muscles in each arm ... giving Steve
the pose he requested.  My hardon pointed straight out, pointing right at
Steve.  It bounced with each beat of my heart, and regularly throbbed
causing a gob of precum to ooze out of my dick head.  I was finding the
whole situation such a turn on.  My hero moving his hands over every part
of my body and complimenting me like I had rarely been before.

Steve's face seemed to be a little flushed still, and when he stood and
took a step towards me, I noticed that he too had a hardon that was tenting
out the front of his terrycloth wrap.  I did not move as his hands once
again ran over and around my chest, this time stopping to scratch and
gently pinch my hard nipples.  When he did that I pushed my head back into
my cupped hands and closed my eyes, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a moan
of pleasure.

His hands left my tits and caressed their way over and down my stomach.  As
they drew nearer and nearer my crotch, I stood as I was, not moving,
letting Steve touch me, deciding to let him touch me wherever and however
he chose.  It was such a long, slow, drawn out journey that his hands took,
but at the same time possibly more erotic than any encounter I had ever had
previously.  I felt myself building towards the inevitable climax, my cock
throbbing and bouncing and oozing so much precum it was dripping to the
floor.

As Steve's hands travelled across my abdomen, down my hips, around to my
butt and then down to my thighs, he seemed to be avoiding my hard dick and
my waiting balls.  Over and over his hot wandering hands retraced their
paths

Steve seemed to be struggling with himself.  Barely audible to me, he was
saying to himself something like "I can't believe I am doing this.  I
shouldn't be doing this.  I haven't done this since I was a kid."  Over and
over again he was saying this and other similar stuff .  Like me, in a way,
I guessed he couldn't believe the situation he now found himself in.

As his hands travelled slowly down my abdomen again, with a very audible
sign, he let his hands travel straight down to grasp my hard throbbing
dripping cock in one hand and cup my balls, which were tight up to my body
by now, with his other.  While looking down at my cock, his hand spread the
thick precum around my dick's head and down its shaft ... and then he
grabbed it tight and began to stroke it.  I don't think it took even a
dozen strokes until I moaned out that I was cumming and immediately began
shooting load after load on the front of his terrycloth wrap.  He kept
stroking me as I kept spewing, and his other hand ran back between my legs
to my ass pucker and a finger started rubbing on my spasming ass hole.
Just as my orgasm was subsiding, his finger rammed into my asshole to rub
my still hard prostate and I immediately started spewing more cum as if it
was a whole new orgasm.  My legs, I moved them wide and squatted a bit,
forcing more of his invading digit up my butt and I finally unclasped my
hands from behind my neck to grab onto his bare shoulders for support.

Steve slowly withdrew his finger from my ass hole even as it still gripped
it firmly inside.  As I stood up straight I hugged Steve to me as I
regained my breath.  I felt Steve's still hard cock punch firmly into my
stomach as I drew him near.  I fumbled for the buttons I knew were holding
the kilt thing around his waist and it fell to floor between us and I
pulled him close ... his hard throbbing cock pointed up towards our chests
held firmly between us.  Steve moaned uncontrollably as I ground his cock
between us, feeling his full hard balls rubbing against my own soft cock
and balls.  My hands slipped down his back until I held his buns in each
hand.  As our mutual grinding together increased, and his climax
approached, his hands once again slipped down my own back to my butt and
once again started inserting a finger into my pucker, forcing me to groan
once more and hunch my hips back to take his finger fully.  With a
whimpering moan into my shoulder, Steve's cum flew up between us, coating
our pecs and then abdomens with his load ... and we smeared it willingly
with our continued grinding.

As soon as Steve's orgasm was over, he quickly bent down to pick up his
terrycloth wrap and briskly wiped his cum off my body and then without a
word left the kitchen.  I heard the shower turn on for a few minutes and
then it stopped abruptly.  A few minutes later, Steve appeared back in the
kitchen with a t-shirt and blue jeans on.  I had put my clothes back on
while he was gone and was sitting at the kitchen table sipping my now
nearly cold hot chocolate.  Steve poured himself another coffee and sat at
the table across from me, not looking at me at all, not saying a word.  I
sat there, sipping my hot chocolate, waiting for him to start talking
again.

Finally, Steve, still looking at the cup he clasped in his hands "I am
sorry.  I shouldn't have done that.  I don't know what came over me.  I
... I .... I'm sorry." Then he took another sip of his coffee.

"Don't be sorry Steve.  You didn't do anything I didn't want you to do.
It's okay.  It's okay when buddies do stuff with each other.  I do the same
kind of stuff with other good friends.  So its okay.  I like it."  I
smiled.

He looked up at me surprised.  "You do this kind of stuff with other guys?
Who?  How long have you been doing it?"

"This stuff ... and other stuff.  And I have been having sex with guys for
about 2 years.  But I am not telling you who.  That is just between me and
the friends I do it with.  Just like I won't tell anyone about what we just
did.  That's just buddy stuff between me and you.  Nobody else is ever
going to know about it from me."

"What you and I did together ... that is wrong.  Its wrong because I am an
adult and you are a kid.  I could get fired from my job, or worse, if
anyone found out.  Oh geez ... I don't know what happened.  Why did I do
that to you."

"You did not do anything to me" I said, trying to ease the anguish I heard
in his voice. "We are buddies, friends ... and its okay if friends have sex
together as far as I am concerned.  I liked it ... didn't you?  And I
promise, no body will ever know we did stuff together.  Not the stuff today
or the stuff we do after today."

Again he jerked his head up in surprise "Yes" he said tentatively "I did
enjoy what we did.  What do you mean ... the stuff we do after today?"

It was my turn to be surprised.  "Well, I just thought if you liked it, we
could do it again some day.  Do that, and maybe other stuff.  I would like
to if you do.  But if you don't want to do it again, its okay.  I know you
and Pam must have sex all the time, so you might not feel like having sex
with me again."  It hadn't even dawned on me that he might not want to have
sex with me because he felt guilty about it.

Steve just looked down at his coffee cup, smiling and shaking his
head. "Talking about this stuff, it doesn't bother you, does it?  Its just
sex to you, nothing more.  No sense of it being right or wrong.  If it
feels good, then you just do it.  Is that right?  That's what it is with
you and your friends.  You just do because it feels good.  Hasn't anyone
talked to you about sex ... and about what is right and what is wrong?"

"Nobody in my house will even say sex let alone talk about it.  Everything
I know about sex I read in the library.  The books never said anything
about any kind of sex being wrong or right.  So, I started having sex with
friends when I was 11 years old.  And then in September, I had sex with a
girl for the first time.  She thought I was my brother because I was
sitting in his truck I guess.  She was really mad at me after when she
found out I wasn't my brother.  Sex with her was okay, but I think I like
sex with my friends better."

"You are unbelievable" he said with the first genuine smile since he'd come
back into the kitchen.  "Now you promise that you will never say anything
to anyone about what just happened here ... do you?"

"Of course I promise.  I told you I never tell anyone about anything any of
my other friends and I do, why would I start with you?  Especially you.
You are a good friend and a close buddy ... and I hope you always will be.
But I know that won't happen if I go blabbing about stuff that is private
between you and me.  Just like you wouldn't go blabbing about it to any of
your friends or the neighbors.  Heck, when I help you in your shop, I don't
go blabbing what I am helping you build ... so why would I blab about
this?"

Steve reached over and ruffled my hair a bit "You are amazing, buddy" I
just blushed in silence.  "Now, let me get you what I owe you for
shovelling the driveway and I can let you get on with your day."

"Okay" I said, finishing the last bit of hot chocolate and moving to put
the mug in the sink.  As I put my now mostly dry boots back on, Steve
handed me the money and I stuffed it into my pocket.  "Thanks" I said with
a smile, as I started to put on my coat and zipper it up.  Bundled up for
the outdoors, I said and waved good-bye as I exited the kitchen and headed
home, eager for the hot lunch I knew must be waiting for me.

I finished my lunch and then, suddenly feeling exhausted from my morning
exertions, I went to my room to lay down for a while and promptly fell
asleep.  A couple hours later, my mother knocked on my bedroom door and
opened it a bit to tell me Steve was on the phone for me.  I hadn't even
heard the phone ring, I must have been really sleeping good.  I got off the
bed and picked up the extension in the hallway.

"Hi Steve"

"Hi Peter.  What are you up to this afternoon?"

"Oh nothing.  I was just catching a nap."

"I'm sorry if I woke you.  I was wondering if you would feel up to helping
me move some furniture around.  Pam has been after me for weeks to do it
and now that she isn't here, I have nothing else to do so may as well get
that off the list" Steve said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"It was time I was awake anyway ... and sure, I can help you move the
stuff.  No problem.  Just give me a few minutes and I will be right over."

I didn't think anything of Steve's request.  I knew Pam had been after him
to move the furniture ... again ... because she kept telling me he still
hadn't done it almost every time I saw her.  But, since our interaction
that morning, since Steve had toyed with my butt hole, I had been
experience an almost itch back there.  And I knew what would ease it.  Its
the same itch that had led my friend Norm to stick his hard cock up my ass
for the first time last spring.  He had been toying with my butthole when
we got together for sex, ever since I discovered the delight of having my
ass played with when I was with my piano teacher all those months earlier.
But the more often he fucked me with his finger, the more I knew I wanted
something more up there.  Finally, his desire to do it became as great as
my desire to have him do it.  Although extremely painful the first time,
mainly because we had no idea of lubricant or preparation, the next couple
times were better as we realised adding Vaseline and using a couple fingers
up there first would make things easier.  But, although Norm and I had the
opportunity to exchange quick blowjobs since I got home after the summer,
we'd had no opportunity where he could again fuck me yet.  And after
Steve's diddling with my hole earlier, I now knew I wanted it ... and
wanted it bad.  So I would see if I could maybe entice Steve into helping
me out.

I stripped off in my room and hauled out a pair of what they called "hip
huggers".  They were the fashion just then, but I didn't like the color of
one pair my mother had bought for me, so I used them for just mucking
about.  But they were tight and knew they showed of my butt and thighs real
good.  I threw on a white t-shirt that was now a little thread-bare and a
size or two too small.  It hugged my frame so nothing was left to the
imagination.  Then I threw on a baggy pullover sweater over top of it
... threw on my outer clothes when I got to the door and told my mother I
was going to help Steve move some stuff for a while.  Steve had already
asked my mother if it was okay if he asked me to help ... so my telling her
was just a formality.

I knocked on Steve's door and he greeted me with a smile and I was once
again in the kitchen.  This time, though, Steve was all business.  We
immediately set to moving all the furniture around in the living room, back
to the way it had been 6 months previous when Pam had decided she didn't
like it that way.  We cleaned under where the furniture had been, and then
where it was going to be, and then set it all up.  Then we moved to the
dining room doing the same routine.  Then the guest bedroom and finally the
master bedroom.  By the time we were finished, we were both panting and
sweating up a storm.  We went to the kitchen and only then realised it was
supper time ... and time I should be headed home.  But I still needed
something wet to drink.  I had sweated through my thin t-shirt so I may as
well have not been wearing it at all.  My hard nipples showing clearly
through the fabric.  My nipples were always hard it seems. Always poking
out in any shirt or sweater I wore.  Steve got us both a bottle of soda pop
from the refrigerator and just as he sat down and place the pop in front of
me ... the lights went out.  Only then did we see out the windows into the
darkness and realize it had been begun storming again, quite heavily.

"Oh well" I said "Looks like another night of being wrapped up in a bunch
of blankets again" I said with a smile as I took a long pull from the
bottle of soda.

"Oh yeah, you guys got that natural gas forced air furnace last year didn't
you."

"Yeah.  And every time the power goes out it stops working because the fan
won't come on."

"Just about everyone around here got hooked up to the natural gas when it
came past.  I guess I am glad I couldn't afford it then.  I still have the
old oil burning hot water heaters.  I guess I better haul out the oil lamps
though."

Steve had just finished lighting a few of the oil lamps and placing them
around the house when there was an urgent knock at the back door.  I got up
and opened it ... and my mother came rushing in carrying something all
bundled up in a blanket ... completely out of breath.

"Hi Steve" my mother said "I had just cooked a couple casseroles when the
power went out.  I didn't think you would have been thinking about supper
yet, so I brought one over for you, since you probably won't be able to
cook anything now that the power is out."  She unwrapped the casserole and
set it on the stove top.  Then she continued "Our furnace went out with the
electricity.  Peter's brother is staying over at a friend of his because
they have a wood burning furnace ... and I hate to impose on you ... but
would it be okay if Peter stayed here with you over night until the power
comes back on?  I know you still have the old hot water system and will
have heat as well.  Peter's father and I are going to stay at Aiden's and
we can cuddle up in blankets in front of their fireplace for the night."

"Sure, sure" Steve said "its not a problem.  You sure the two of you don't
want to come over and stay here?  There's lots of room."

"Oh no ... no.  Aiden and his wife are real close friends and since they
don't have any family, we'd feel better knowing they are okay." my mother
said.  I was a little concerned about my mother because she was 8 months
pregnant with, who I would find out in a little over a month, was my little
sister.  Talk about an "after thought" hahahaha.  But my mother had made up
her mind, and once she did that there was no changing it.  So my mother
thanked Steve, gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug and told me to behave
myself and not give Steve any problems.

"He will be fine.  We will be fine.  Don't worry.  Just stay warm ... and
thanks again for dinner.  I have no doubt it will be delicious."  Steve
said ... and my mother was out the door.  We watched as she went down the
driveway, along the sidewalk to Aiden's driveway and up his house and
immediately disappearing inside.

Steve went to the casserole and lifted the lid and the familiar aroma of my
mothers oven stew filled the kitchen.  She always made a real "stick to
your ribs" stew, and she had set about a half dozen of her famous tea
biscuits on top so they would be hot for us too.  Steve wasted no time
putting the biscuits on a plate and filling a bowl of stew for each of us.
Little was said as we each devoured a couple bowls and polished off the
biscuits.  It really hit the spot for both of us.  Steve had poured us both
a glass of milk for the meal ... but as he set our used dishes into the
sink, he grabbed us each another soda.  I know he would probably have
preferred a coffee, but with the power out coffee wasn't an option.

We both slouched back in our chairs with a satisfied pat to our stomachs
and we grinned at each other.

"Your mother is a damned fine cook.  I wish Pam could cook like that."

"Mom has had a lot of experience" I grinned "and that stew recipe is one of
my grandmothers.  You think Mom's stew is good?  You should taste my
grandmothers ... it is way better"

After a moments silence, Steve again spoke up "Guess its lucky for both of
us that I am off tonight."

"Oh yeah.  I thought you worked Saturday nights."  I said

"Normally I do, but another guy asked me to switch with him because he
needs Monday night off.  So this week I have Saturday & Sunday.  Its a nice
change."

"That reminds me" Steve said as he got up from the table and walked to the
phone "I will call in and see if they know how long the power will be out."

I listened to Steve's side of the conversation without looking as if I was
listening.

When he hung up, he came back to the table and took a drink of his soda and
said "Well, they say the power won't be on until maybe tomorrow morning.
Maybe afternoon.  One of those high voltage towers came down in the wind so
the power is cut off for about 30 miles around.  All those wires that run
along that line all snapped when the tower came down.  They are going to
try to splice the wires together for a temporary fix ... but its going to
be weeks before they get the tower replaced."

I didn't know what to say, so I just sipped my pop.

Steve lifted his arm and sniffed his arm pit "Shit ... oops sorry
... forgot myself.  Anyway, I stink like a race horse, and I can smell you
from here.  I think we both need a shower."

"A shower?"  I said "But the powers out, there won't be any hot water."

"Its only been out for a little bit so there should be enough hot water
left to take a shower."

"I have never had a shower ... we only have a bath tub at home."

"Really?  Well you are going to have a new experience tonight." he said
with a grin. "Come on, lets get ready.  I am not sure how much hot water
there will be so we better shower together and just have quick ones
... while we still have the hot water."

So off we went to his bedroom and stripped off our clothes.  He grabbed a
couple bath towels from the linen closet as we padded naked to his bathroom
down the hall.  Once there, Steve started the water running.

As the hot water made its way into the bathroom pipes, Steve says "Now this
is how it works.  You step in first and get wet all over ... then you move
to the other end of the bathtub and start soaping up and I will step in and
get myself all wet.  Then you give me the soap and you get under the water
and rinse off while I soap up and then I'll move under the water to rinse
off while you shampoo your hair and then we switch again.  You got it?"  he
said with a wide smile.

I nodded my agreement and when he switched the flow of water to the shower
head ... I stepped in and got we and then moved to the back of the tub and
Steve stepped in.  Things were going along great, each of us doing our
soaping up and rinsing, me shampooing my hair and rinsing while Steve
shampooed his hair.  Then as we switched positions one last time, suddenly
Steve's feet slipped out from under him and went crashing to the floor of
the tub.  When his feet shot out from under him, his feet flew into mine
causing me to come crashing down on top of him.  The water continued to
pour down on the two of us, so the shampoo was getting rinsed out of his
short hair ... but Steve just laid there groaning.  I knew he went down
hard, and I was sure I heard his head slam into the floor of the tub
... and no doubt me landing on top of him didn't help.  I was slightly
dazed myself, but I soon came out of it when the water started becoming
colder.  I reached up and turned off the water ... and then got myself off
of Steve and out of the tub so I was kneeling down beside it, checking his
head to make sure he hadn't split his head open.  For my lifeguard
training, I had to learn all the Red Cross stuff and even took an ambulance
course ... so I knew how to check someone out to look for broken bones and
such.

Besides a quickly developing bump on the back of his head, he had no other
evident injuries.  I had no doubt that when I landed on him I knocked the
wind out of him.  Once I knew it was safe to move him, I started calling
his name.

"Steve?  Steve?  You are okay Steve.  We just fell in the bathtub.  But now
you have to help me get you out and dried before you catch a cold."  Steve
rolled to his side and put one arm over the rim of the tub and I helped him
pull himself up so he was on his knees ... then I helped him to stand and
step out of the tub so he was standing on the bath mat.  Each movement
seemed to wrench a gasp through clenched teeth and a facial grimace.  He
may not have broken anything, but he must have stretched or pulled
something I thought.  I grabbed a towel and briskly rubbed him down ... and
because he was still a little woozy, I sat him on the toilet while I dried
his hair and head ... checking again the goose egg he now had on the back
of his head.  When I touched it, Steve groaned and moved his hand up, but I
easily kept his hand away.  Then I grabbed the other towel and gave myself
a quick dry down and towel dried my hair.  I went out into the hallway and
grabbed a couple more dry towels from the linen closet and I wrapped and
secured one around my waist as I entered the bathroom.  Then I helped Steve
stand up and I wrapped one around his waist while he hung onto the basin
for balance.  Then I helped him back to his bedroom and laid him on his
stomach on the bed.  I went to the kitchen, grabbed a clean tea towel and
dumped some ice from the freezer into it, wrapped it up and then smashed
the ice with the cast iron frying pan I found hanging on the wall behind
the stove.

When I returned to the bedroom, Steve hadn't moved except to run his hand
back and forth across the small of his back and under his towel a bit and
was moaning in what could only be a bit of pain.  I kneeled up on the bed
beside him and put the towel ladened with the crushed ice onto the bump on
the back of his head.

"Oooo .." Steve said with the initial contact and then "ahhhhhh ... that
feels better.  Thanks.  What happened anyway?"

"You slipped in the tub and fell pretty hard, but you knocked me down when
you went down and I landed on top of you."

"No wonder I feel like I've been hit by a truck" he chuckled and then
groaned with pain.

"Hey" I said jokingly "it isn't my fault you are so clumsy"

Steve chuckled again, and groaned as he once again tried to roll over to
sit up.

"Shit ... oops sorry, again.  I must have pulled some muscles in my back.
I can hardly move." he said, once again reaching his one hand back to rub
just above and a wee bit under the towel that was covering him.

"Would you stop worrying about saying 'Shit' in front of me.  I have heard
worse and said worse, so stop worrying about it.  And ... do you want me to
give you a muscle rub on your back?"

"You know how to rub the muscles?"  Steve asked

"Heck yeah.  I've been lifting weights regular for a couple years now
.. almost.  Of course I know about rubbing the muscles when I hurt them."
I said impatiently.

"Guess that was a stupid question wasn't it.  Sorry.  But if you know how
to rub the muscles then go ahead.  The trainer in college used to rub us
players down when we injured ourselves during a game so we'd be ready for
the next game."

"Well okay then.  You have some oil or lotion or something?  There is some
liniment in the cabinet over the sink ... maybe that would work best."

I went into the bathroom, smelled the liniment and quickly chose a bottle
of not bad smelling lotion beside it and returned to the bedroom.

"No way am I putting that liniment on you.  Just a quick smell of it made
my eyes water.  So ... " I said as I held the lotion so he could see it "I
decided maybe this would be better.  Is it okay to use it?"

"Sure.  Pam bought it but she didn't like it.  She said it took too long to
soak into the skin"

"Sounds good for a muscle rub then.  I better pull the bedspread, blanket
and sheets down to the bottom of the bed.  Then when I am done, I can just
pull the sheets up over us because it will be about time to get some sleep
anyway."  So I pulled the sheets down and Steve helped by moving himself
the little he could.

I poured some lotion in my hands as I moved up beside him and started
rubbing his back at his shoulders.  I worked his muscles as best I could,
working my way down.  In those days, nobody ever heard of a massage, it was
a muscle rub ... but it was in reality a massage.  Steve's back was really
tightened up so I worked the muscles and each muscle group until each was
relaxed and then I would move further down.  Steve didn't say a word until
I got to the small of his back.  When I started working the muscles there
and they started to relax a bit ... Steve groaned and said "That feels so
good.  That's right where it hurts the most"

I worked the small of his back a long time until I was sure the muscles
there were totally relaxed ... and Steve was letting me know that I was
doing good by each quiet moan he let escape his lips.

Unexpectedly, Steve reaches up to the makeshift ice pack and pulls it from
the back of his head "This thing is starting to leak all down the sides of
my head.  I think its done all the good it can do.  My head sure feels
better anyway"

I got off the bed and grabbed the ice pack and took it into the kitchen
where I shook the remains of the smashed ice cubes into the sink and then
set the tea towel on the hot water radiator to dry.  When I re-entered the
bedroom, the first thing I noticed was that Steve had slipped the towel off
to one side of his butt ... so his backside was completely naked to my
eyes.

"Hope you don't mind, but I figured it would be easier for you to keep on
rubbing with the towel not in the way. I was wondering if you could rub
just a little lower than you were, the top few inches of my butt.  The
muscles there are really sore."

"No problem Steve." as I kneeled back on the bed beside him.  After
spending all day moving furniture and then Steve falling in the shower, all
thoughts of possible sex had gone completely from my head.  But as I
started to rub the muscles at the top of his butt and hearing his
appreciative moans, my teenage hormones started raging again.  I was so
nervous, more nervous than I think I had ever been.  That didn't stop my
cock from jumping to full hardness under the heavy towel I wore which
started to soak up the precum I was almost instantly oozing.

I knew I wanted to have sex with Steve, I knew I wanted to try to get him
to stick his cock up my butt to scratch that itch I felt before and that
was now quickly returning.  I just didn't know how I could go about it,
unless he took charge of the situation.  After that mornings encounter with
him, I did not think he would do the taking over though.

After I finished working the muscles at the top of his butt, I was suddenly
too nervous to continue on down his marvellous muscled butt without him
asking me to ... or telling me to.  So I shifted myself down to his feet
and started working on his calves.  I did not know about foot massages in
those days.  The calves didn't take long and I was soon rubbing his thigh
muscles.  Again, although his moans and groans of appreciation and
enjoyment made me want to rub the thighs all the way up to where they
joined his curved butt, I hesitated, just gently rubbing the backs of his
thighs while my mind argued with itself about if I should or shouldn't.

Steve, through a somewhat breathless whisper said "It's okay to rub the
muscles higher up, if you want to."

I started rubbing with more force again, continuing up from where I started
hesitating.  As my hands moved higher, Steve subtly spread his legs further
apart so I could rub his inside thighs.  His full firm balls were now
visible between his parted legs.  I was finding it harder to catch my own
breath even though the rub I was giving Steve was not strenuous.  Steve, on
the other hand was breathing easily and deeply, except when my fingers
accidentally grazed the back of his nut sack a couple times and then he
would gasp and moan a bit more.

When I reached the top of his thighs, Steve again spoke softly "Higher".
The only higher I could rub was right on his butt, so taking a deep breath,
I put more lotion on my hands and started to rub each hip and then I
widened my rubbing until I was caressing his whole ass.  It was hard muscle
beneath a softer more pliable layer, and my own dick seemed to jump every
time my fingers came close to his crack, or when they rounded the curve
where his butt cheeks joined his thighs.  Just as I was finishing rubbing
his glutes, a part of me grew more bold and I ran the fingers of one hand
down his crack, dragging my finger nails across his pucker and then more
gently across that area between his asshole and balls.  Then I reversed my
fingers and started back up again, this time pausing at his pucker and
gently rubbed around and on his ass lips for what seemed a number of
minutes but it must have been only seconds.

Steve moaned loudly, as the same time spreading his legs even further as he
whispered "Oh shit ... I never knew ... oh wow ... mmmmmmmm."

My fingers ran the same course along his ass crack a couple more times,
Steve seeming to enjoy each pass of my fingers more than the previous one.
Then somewhat reluctantly, I told him that his back was done and it was
time to role over.  Steve grabbed the towel and recovered his butt with it
and held both ends at his side as I helped him roll over onto his back.
Then he released both ends and the end of what now lay under his butt fell
back to the bed, and the end of the part now draping across his hips and
the tops of his thighs was drawn further to the middle by the tent covering
his obviously hard cock.  This pretty much left one hip completely bare.

There before me, only covered by the towel, was the "prize" I was after.
Steve looked down at it, and as I dragged my own eyes from the tent to look
into his face, he looked at me with kind of a lopsided grin.

"Sorry about that, Peter.  Your muscle rub felt really good"

"No problem.  Its just us here and we all get them" I said with more
maturity than I felt at that moment.  I felt myself speak with a quiver in
my voice, but Steve acted like he did not notice it though.

Steve's arms were by his side, so squirting more lotion in my hands, I
started to rub the tops of his shoulders and then down each arm.  As I rub
his muscles, a plan started to develop in my hormone ravaged teenaged mind.
When I was done Steve's shoulders and arms, I asked him to move them above
his head. He put one arm so it curved around the top of his head, the other
kind of draped over his eyes.

I started to rub his pectorals and then asked "Can I sit on your stomach to
rub your pecs?  Its kind of awkward doing it from the side."

"Yeah, sure buddy.  Whatever makes it easiest for you."

If my plan worked, I thought I better prepare myself so I told Steve I had
to use the bathroom and would be right back.  I had the lotion in my hand
as I exited the room.  I wasn't really lying, I did need to use the toilet.
I quickly peed in the toilet and flushed, and then squirted some lotion in
my hand, lifted my towel and rubbed the lotion around my butt hole and
worked some up my anxious pucker.  I washed my hands and headed back to the
bedroom.  Steve hadn't moved, but I could see that his cock had gone to a
semi-hard and was laying under the towel pointed at his navel.

I got on the bed again, this time straddling his lower abdomen, my own
towel between my naked but and his stomach.  I squirted more lotion in my
hands and started rubbing his chest.  Each time I moved my hands a bit
lower on his chest, I moved myself further down his body.  And each time I
moved further down his body, I felt Steve's towel being moved down with me,
but still our nakedness was separated by my own towel.  When I had rubbed
down to his lower abdominals, I started moving my rubbing slowly back up.
As I did, I positioned myself further up and each time I moved I felt my
own towel being moved backwards, further up my thighs.  I knew my plan was
working when I felt Steve's once again hard cock slap up and hit my hairy
balls.  I silently caught my breath, and Steve had an audible intake of
breath, but he didn't move or say anything.

I moved my hands a bit higher up so I was now rubbing his pectorals again,
rubbing across his hardened tits a little more often with my thumbs.  As I
moved my body further up, I could feel Steve's precum ooze out and coat the
back of my balls and perineum as it bobbed and jerked on its travel.  Time
seemed to stand still, I think I had even stopped breathing as I moved just
a wee bit further and I felt Steve's hard wet cockhead pressing against my
ass pucker.  I started a series of longer strokes, each causing me to move
my ass back onto his precum oozing dick which was poised right at my
asshole.  I would move forward a bit, and then back, each time my pucker
relaxing a bit more and letting his dripping dick head a bit further up my
butt.

Steve kept his arm across his eyes and still did not say a word ... but I
could hear his breathing becoming quicker.  Still using my stroking hands
as a pretext, I forced more and more of his now throbbing dick through my
ass lips, his precum mixing with the lotion I had already stuffed up there
to make this slow rocking entry into my ass completely painless.  Each time
more of his cock entered me, I could not stifle the not quite silent gasps
escaping my lips.  Finally I felt his complete cock head pop into my ass
and I groaned and held my hips still while my hands still absently
continued their stroking.

Steve's hands suddenly and unexpectedly came to life and he reached down
gripped my waist "No, no ... we shouldn't do this.  You shouldn't do this.
Its not right." but his hands only half heartedly tried to dislodge his
cockhead from my butt.  Almost fearful that he would try with renewed vigor
to stop what was happening ... I took a deep breath and sat down fully on
his hard cock until I felt his public hairs on my balls and thighs and his
balls hit my butt cheeks.

I gasped loudly and tilted my head back to gaze at the ceiling.  There was
no pain, but my butt suddenly felt completely full, more full than when
Norm fucked me.

Steve's groan echoed around the room and his hands fell back to bed.

"Oh God ... so tight, so hot ... mmmmmm ... oh yeah" he said, and as my
spasming ass hole started gripping and ungripping the length of his hard
cock, it started jerking and spewing its load straight up my waiting butt.
I held still, feeling his cock pulse and throb inside my ass, coating its
walls, torturing my prostate each time it jerked inside me as it shot out
his load.

After Steve finished cumming, his still hard cock buried to its hilt inside
my butt, I started to fuck myself on him.  Raising up and dropping down to
take him fully once more, all thoughts of the muscle rub now being fucked
from my conscious mind.  Steve's hands moved to rub my knees and then under
my towel up my thighs.  He then unfastened my towel and tossed it on the
floor beside the bed.  His hands now gripped my hips, raising his own up to
meet my ass as it once again devoured his eager cock.  My own cock slapped
against his lower abdominals, spraying leaking precum all over him as it
splattered against him each time his cock thrust into me fully.  Our moans,
groans and unintelligible mouthings, mixing and blending in the otherwise
silent house.  Again, much too soon for me, Steve arched his back and held
still as another groan, almost a yell, seemed to be ripped from his lungs.
Then once again his cock was spewing its juice into my ass, mixing with his
previous load, again his cock bouncing with each spurt to taunt and tease
my prostate.  I could feel his hot cum coating my insides ... and then I
was aware of it leaking out of my butt to drip on his pubes and down across
his balls.

I stopped moving my hips and let my hands continue with their rubbing of
his chest and abdominal muscles.  As Steve started breathing again, he
opened his eyes and looked at me.  His eyes moved, without expression, from
my face, down my chest and abdomen to my still hard cock laying, throbbing,
in a splattered mass of precum just above his pubic hair.  Without a word,
with his softening cock still wedged up my butt, his hand trailed slowly up
my thigh and over to grip my cock at its base.  Then, using his index and
middle finger on the top and his thumb on the bottom ... he started a
vigourous jacking of my too excited prick.

I grunted with each stroke his gripping fingers made and just as Steve's
cock slipped from my tightening pucker, I started shooting my pent up load.
The first shot cleared his head and landed on the headboard, the next
landed in a rope at the side of his nose draping itself down across his
closed lips.  Subsequent shots landed on his chest and abdomen.  I must
have shot a good 8 or so volleys and as he continued stroking my cock went
into its version of the "dry heaves", bringing me unbridled pleasure with
each spasm, but nothing came out.  My cock started to become too sensitive,
so I moved my hand down to stop Steve's stroking .. but he wouldn't let it
go, merely changed his grip so he was cupping my now soft dick and loose
balls in his hand ... exploring them with gentle fingers.

I looked down into Steve's eyes, and smiled a smile of satisfaction.
Finally, Steve smiled back a contented smile of his own and I knew somehow
there would not be a repeat of the guilt he felt after our morning
experience.

Glancing down at his chest and abdomen, as he licked my sprayed cum from
his lips, he smiled back up at me and said "I think we made a mess."

**** Stay tuned for Part 2 of Neighbor Cop ****