Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2005 11:44:39 -0400
From: Reprobate <rprob8@hotmail.com>
Subject: Neighbor Cop 2

Neighbor Cop - Part 2
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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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."

"How's your muscles feel now?"  I asked

"They seem much better, but I am not sure your technique will become
authorised medical practice" Steve responded with another wide smile and a
chuckle.

He guided me off of him to the side and I laid down beside him, suddenly
totally tired.  Steve sat up, without too much difficulty and headed to the
bathroom.  I could hear the water running in the sink after I heard him
piss in the toilet and then flush.  I heard a rather loud "Geeeeee ZUS" and
assumed he was washing himself off with the only water available ... cold.
He came back to the bed with a wash cloth in one hand and a small hand
towel in the other, sat beside me on the bed and started washing me off
like I was a small child.  I gasped with the initial coldness, but let him
continue.  He washed my dick and balls, which caused them to shrivel back
into my body further.  After he had dried that area, he rolled me onto my
belly, and cleaned up my butt as best he could, his cum still oozing a bit
out of my well fucked pucker.

As he wiped at my asshole, he asked "You had my cock all the way up past
that tiny hole?"

"Hmmmm hmm" I indicated to the affirmative.

"Geez.  I never would have thought.  You are so tight and hot up there.
Did it hurt?"

"No.  I took it slow and it only felt real good" I said letting a contented
smile cross my lips as I continued laying on my stomach, my head laying on
a pillow facing his direction but keeping my eyes closed, enjoying his
ministrations.

"I have never done anything like that before.  I have never done anything
with a guy before.  Well, once when I was about your age a friend of mine
and I watched each other jerk off, but that was all."

"Did you like it?  I know I did." I said with a wider smile

"Oh God yes.  I loved it.  Your ass is so much tighter and hotter than
anything I have had my cock into before.  And when you clamped down when
you raised yourself up, I thought you were going to rip my dick right off.
Where did you learn to do that stuff."

"Just playing with friends.  I told you before that I play around with some
of my friends."

"Yeah, I know, but geez ... never thought your playing included stuff like
that."  he shook his head a little dismayed.

He'd finished his washing and was just gently stroking my butt, up my back
a bit and down to my thighs.  We fell silent and I just enjoyed his
stroking fingers.  When his fingers ventured to my inner thighs, I spread
my legs wider to allow him easier access.  Then when his fingers further
ventured to run up and down my ass crack and linger a bit at my now clean
pucker, I tilted my hips up towards him a bit.  Not only to give him better
access, but to also silently let him know it was okay to go further if he
wanted and to allow more room for my again hardening cock to grow.

One of his fingers slowly made its way around my ass lips and pressed in
gently.  He seemed reluctant to press in further so, pushing out , I pushed
my ass back and my butt swallowed his finger to the hilt.  I gasped in
sudden pleasure, he gasped in amazement.  He moved his finger around inside
my butt and then fucked it in and out a few times.

"You can put another in, if you want" I suggested.  When he questioned if I
was sure, I quickly hissed out a "Yes" ... and I felt another finger slowly
join the first.  Now he had two fingers slowly fucking in and out of my
butt.  My now re-energised cock fully hard and once again oozing precum.

"Turn over" Steve said "I want to see your face as I do this"

I lifted my leg over him so his fingers stayed lodged fully up my butt
.. and in a moment I was looking at his face.  But he wasn't looking at my
face.  Instead, he was looking at my hard, leaking, bobbing cock that was
pointing straight up.  Without notice, Steve leaned over and tentatively
stuck out his tongue and licked a fresh ooze of precum as his fingers
continued moving in and out of my butt.  I guess he didn't mind the taste
because the next thing I know he has his lips locked around my dick head
... sucking out the precum as fast as he could.

Ramming his fingers up my butt as far as he could, he held them there as
his lips sunk down over my 5 1/2 or so hard inches and sucked hard.  I
grabbed his head for the first time and with a youthful cry I rammed my
hips up, forcing the last couple millimetres into his hot mouth.  When he
choked a bit, and scraped my dick with his teeth a little, I knew he had
not done this before.  But what he lacked in experience he, to quote a
phrase, made up for in exuberance.  Soon I found myself rocketing towards
orgasm, as his hot tight wet mouth slobbered its way up and down my
teenaged dick and his fingers continued their in and out assault of my
again spasming pucker.

Suddenly, my orgasm was upon me and I called out "I'm cumming !!!" and
Steve took his mouth completely off my cock, grabbing it at its base with
his free hand and continuing to stroke it as I started to shoot wad after
wad onto my own chest and abdomen.  When I started cumming, my ass hole
clamped down tight on Steve's fingers ... and I could feel my pucker
tighten and loosen as each load spewed forth from my cock.  I could not
stifle the loud groan of satisfaction as my cum exited my body.  Just as my
orgasm was subsiding, Steve leaned down and took the last bit of oozing cum
into his mouth by once again closing his lips around my dick head.  I could
not control myself as my hips rose to force the full length into Steve's
mouth, at the same time causing his fingers to ram exactly into my
prostate.  I whimpered with the pleasure as one more big wad came shooting
out of my cock and down Steve's throat.  The unexpected volume causing him
to choke a bit just before he swallowed it.

Steve kept tonguing and sucking on my softening cock until I had to pull
his head off my crotch because I became too sensitive.  As I lay back,
completely sated, Steve slowly pulled his fingers from my butt and I moaned
with the loss of the feeling of fullness.

I looked up at Steve and he was smiling back at me "Wow" I said "I sure
wasn't expecting that"

"I wasn't expecting to do that either.  It just .... happened.  Years ago I
wondered what it would feel like to suck a cock.  But I haven't had those
thoughts since I was a teenager. " he smiled, and licked his lips once more
"I would say it tasted like chicken" he chuckled "but I would be lying"

I glanced down and saw Steve's own cock was hard, throbbing and leaking
precum again.

As he reached down to give it a quick stroke "I don't know what's gotten
into me.  I haven't cum 3 times in one day in years, and now here it is,
ready to go again."

Without a word, I took his hand away from his cock and eased him back so he
was laying across the bed, his feet still on the floor and his rampant cock
pointing at about a 45 degree angle up from his stomach.  I leaned over
and, pulling his cock upright, sank it fully into my mouth so my lips were
at its base.  As I held it there, using a gentle suction and tongue action,
Steve started moaning uncontrollably and my free hand sought out the bottle
of lotion.  I got some lotion on my fingers, reached down under his balls
and started rimming his butt hole with one finger.  Instinctively, Steve
put his feet on the edge of the bed and spread his legs allowing my full
access.

As I started bobbing my head up and down on his hard leaking cock, I
started rubbing more insistently around his virgin pucker.

"Oh God ... oh God ... oh God" Steve almost cried as I gave him the best
blowjob I knew how.  As I felt his balls start to pull up against my chin,
I knew his climax was fast approaching.  I took him again right to his root
as my greasy finger shot up his tight hot ass.  He lurched a bit, trying to
get away from my invading finger, but he could not.  I immediately started
to fuck my finger in and out of his cop ass as my lips matched the invasion
stroke for stroke on his anxious cock.  I rammed his prostate on each pass
of my fucking finger, and each thrust forced him closer to orgasm.  Drove
him closer to shooting his hot load into my suctioning mouth and across my
ravaging tongue.

Once again he started to unload his cream, this time into my waiting mouth
and throat.  As I held his spewing cock deep in my mouth, my mouth sealed
tight around its base ... my finger continued its all out assault on his
prostate.  Load after load of his delicious tasting cum shot into my mouth,
each one I savored before swallowing it.  As his orgasm lessened, I removed
my ravaging finger from his pucker which caused a couple more blasts of cum
to fill my mouth.

As he lay totally spent across the bed, not moving, through panting breaths
Steve asked "Where did you learn to give a blowjob like that?"  then he
continued "That was the greatest blowjob I have ever had.  Ever."  he
grinned with his eyes closed, still recovering.

"Sex with you today ... tonight ... its just seems so much better than sex
with Pam" Steve said, his voice becoming somewhat serious again.

"I don't believe that" I said "It's just ... ummmm ... different" I said
with a grin, proud of myself that I came up with that.

"Yeah ... different.  That's all it is.  Its just ... different" Steve
repeated, apparently comfortable with the phrase.

"We better get to bed buddy" Once again the old Steve. "Its getting late."

"Yeah, it must be.  I am wiped out" I said with a smile, but voicing the
truth.

"You want to sleep in the guest room?  Or would you mind sharing this bed
with me."

"If its okay with you, I don't mind sleeping in this bed with you.  I will
just take the towels to the bathroom and pee again." I said as I gathered
up the towels from the bed and floor and dropped them in the hamper by the
door.  While I was gone, Steve pulled the sheets and blankets back up to
cover the bed again.

When I returned, Steve stood there with a pair of pajama's in each hand.

"You wear pajama's to bed?  Or just your briefs?" he asked

"If its okay, I always sleep naked at home.  My mother said she stopped
trying to keep pajama's on me by the time I was 4.  I would just strip them
off in my sleep.  I hate wearing anything to bed.  How about you?"  I asked

"I usually wear pajama's, but I guess I can try naked for tonight." Steve
said with a smile "I have never tried sleeping naked before.  Maybe I will
like it."

"Okay" I said joyfully "Maybe I will convert you to sleeping naked.  Now,
which side of the bed is mine?"

Steve indicated the side furthest from the door, so I walked around and
crawled under the sheets, my face pointed to the wall and my back to where
Steve would be.  I heard Steve make a visit to the washroom, and then felt
him climb into the bed behind me.  I was drifting off into a deep sleep
when I felt Steve's hands move around me and pull me back a bit so he was
pressed up tightly against my back, his soft cock laying in my ass crack,
his comforting arms hugging me close.

As I fell deeper into sleep, I heard Steve's quiet whisper next to my ear
"I hope you don't mind, but I like to snuggle"

I just wiggled a bit back into him and groaned, and then I was immediately
gone.  My consciousness swallowed by a deep slumber.  It was the first time
I had slept with someone else, slept in their arms.  It was comforting and
I felt safe and secure ... and especially so because the arms belonged to
my "hero" a man I looked up to in admiration.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I awoke I learned something new
about myself.  I could sleep through just about anything.  I came fully
awake with the knowledge that Steve was not only playing with my nipple
with one hand from behind and stroking my cock with the final strokes
needed for climax ... but he also had his cock pistoning full bore into my
once again eager asshole.  How we got to this point without me even
realising it, while I continued to sleep on, to this day still amazes me.
This may have been the first time it happened to me, but it certainly
wasn't the last.

As Steve pinched my nipple hard, my cum started shooting out of me, across
the sheets and onto the floor.  My pucker immediately clamping down on
Steve's still pistoning cock.  Again and again I felt my pucker tighten and
loosen and then as my orgasm passed, I intentionally clamped down hard
around his cock which caused Steve to shove his cock into me to the hilt
and start unloading his cum up my butt.

"Aaaarggghhhh " Steve groaned as one again my insides were coated with his
cream.  As he started shooting, I began to tighten and loosen my pucker
around his cock, practically milking the cum from his cock.

Steve pulled me close and held me against him as the euphoria or our
orgasms washed over us.  I did not question him about how this session got
started.  I just knew that I wouldn't mind waking up like that every day.

We both went back to sleep for a while, and when we awoke, the light in the
hallway was on indicating the power lines had been patched.  The best part
of waking up that time was, I could feel Steve's soft cock still held in my
butt.  It hadn't slipped out.  Steve ruffled my hair with his hand and said
he had to use the bathroom.  My disappointment was evident in the moan that
escaped my lips as he withdrew his arms from around me and his soft cock
slipped from my butt ... leaving me feeling suddenly somewhat lonely and my
butt empty.

After he flushed the toilet, I heard the shower turn on and then a whoop
and a holler "Hey Peter" Steve yelled down the hallway "we have hot water
again."

I was a little disappointed when he did not invite me to shower with him
again.  In a few minutes, he was back in the bedroom, towel securely around
his waist, his hair damp dry and his face freshly shaven.

"Your turn buddy.  I will start making us some breakfast"

I took my time in the shower, thinking about what Steve and I had shared
yesterday morning, through the night and again this morning.  And his
sudden change back to "neighbor friend" and me being just his "young
buddy".  I was confused a bit.  Well, more than a bit.  But I was too young
and inexperienced to fully realize that Steve's way of coping with what
happened, and the enjoyment he got from it, was to just shove it to the
back of his mind and pretend it never happened.

I finished my shower, dried off and went back into the bedroom to find the
clothes I had worn the previous day laid out on the bed, the sheets having
been stripped off it.  I looked in the hamper and the towels we had used
were also gone.  Apparently, Steve decided he'd best wash them all real
quick.  So I dressed and walked to the kitchen just as Steve was serving up
some bacon and eggs for us.

We ate in almost total silence.  Me, unsure what to say or if I should say
anything.  I had no idea what was running through his mind.  My mother
called just as we finished washing up the breakfast dishes and the dishes
from the previous nights supper, telling Steve it was okay to send me home
now and saying she hoped I was not a bother.

With a wink and smile in my direction, he said I was no trouble what so
ever and I could stay over any time.

That's when I knew things between Steve and I would be okay.

Winter turned to Spring ... and I was now offering to do yard cleanup in
the neighborhood.  Although Steve continued to call on me from time to time
to help him do something in or around the house, or out in his shop, we
never had the opportunity to play around together again.

Norm and I, however, were able to find time to be together so he could
"scratch my itch" when it became a problem.

Early in the Spring, Steve called again to ask if I could help him with
something in his workshop.  He was going to rearrange everything to be more
efficient.  So I headed over, happy to help my buddy out.  I was moving a
piece of sheet metal when I lost my grip and it came back at me.  The
corner caught on hip below my pants belt line and it ripped about a 2 inch
cut into the denim.  I yelped with the pain and then angrily got another
hold of the sheet metal and shoved up and back where it was intended to go.

"Damned stupid thing" I cursed as I stood back and rubbed where it had hit.

Steve had turned to look at me when he heard the initial commotion and as I
turned towards him, he said with a little alarm in his voice "Ohhhh crap
... you are bleeding and bleeding good.  Drop your pants and lets have a
look to see how bad it is."

So undid my jeans and pulled them down to my thighs.  The metal had ripped
a similar hole in my white briefs and blood was quickly spreading across
their front.  I pushed my briefs down to my pants as well and Steve and I
both saw I had a pretty good gash on my hip.  The sides of the cut were
gaping open and the blood seemed to be flowing like a river from it.  Steve
whipped off his gloves and grabbed the first aid kit he kept in his shop,
found a compression bandage and held it to the cut.  I took off my own
gloves and took over pressing the bandage onto the cut hoping to stem the
flow.  When we saw the blood was soaking through the 1/2 inch thick
bandage, we both agreed I better go to the hospital.  I knew no one was at
home, so Steve pulled my underwear and jeans up to provide me with a little
bit of modesty and we walked to the house.  Steve called my doctor and his
office said he was at the hospital, so he called the hospital and told them
to have my doctor meet us in the Emergency in a few minutes.  Then Steve
put a towel under where I would sit in the passenger seat, just in case,
and drove me to the hospital.

We walked into the Emergency and my doctor was right there to greet me.  He
took me into a treatment room and asked me what had happened and all that
stuff.  He pulled my briefs and jeans down to mid-thigh again and removed
the by now completely blood soaked bandage.  The cut was still gushing and
showing no signs of letting up.

"You are going to need stitches" the doctor said. "Where are your parents?"

"I am not sure where my mother is ... she's just out.  Dad is at work"

Small town and everything, the doctor knew where my father worked and
called him there, telling him he needed to come up to the hospital and sign
a couple forms so they could fix me up.  Dad was there in a few minutes and
came into the treatment room not even stopping to talk to the doctor or
nurses.

"Are you okay?" he asked

"I'll be fine.  I was just helping Steve and some metal slipped and cut me.
The doctor says I need stitches ... but that's all.  I am fine.  The cut
doesn't hurt at all" I smiled ... trying to ease the worry I sensed in my
father's voice.

The doctor came in with the forms Dad had to sign and then he turned to
Steve "Thanks for bringing him in here ... I really appreciate it."

"Hey, no problem.  The doctor says he's going to be just fine once he gets
the stitches and a tetanus shot.  So, if you want to go back to work, its
okay.  I will wait here and take Peter home when they are all done."

Dad shook Steve's hand "I really appreciate it.  I am running short handed
at the store and right now there is only one person left to handle
everything."  Dad turned to me "Are you sure you are going to be alright?
If you want me to stay, I'll stay.  But if you feel you are going to be
okay, then I will go back to work and let Steve take you home again.  Is
that okay?"

"Yeah sure Dad.  I told you, I am fine.  You go back to work and I will see
you at supper.  The only thing I am worried about is that tetanus shot and
I am only worried about it because they give it in your butt and hurts like
heck."  I grinned.

Dad's worry finally left his face and he came over and gave me a kiss on
the forehead and a quick hug.  "If you change your mind and you decide you
want me with you, just have someone call.  I will just close down the store
if I have to."  he said will total sincerity.

"Its okay Dad ... stop worrying.  I will be fine.  The doctor, nurses and
Steve will take good care of me.  Now go back to work." I grinned again.

Almost hesitantly, Dad thanked everyone again and finally left.  The doctor
then turned to Steve and asked him to wait outside in the waiting room,
that we wouldn't be too long.  A nurse walked in with a tray of stuff as
Steve walked out and set it on a table beside the sort of examining table I
was laying on.

"Okay Peter ... I am going to give you a few shots to freeze the area
around the cut.  When its frozen then I'll start stitching you up."

"Okay doc ... you're the one that knows what to do"

And so he proceeded to freeze the area and then started to stitch me up.
He said it would take about 5 stitches, but it was 10 or 12 when he got
finished.  As he'd been stitching, his coat cuff had grazed across my
exposed dick a few times and it quickly became erect, causing it to come
into contact with his moving cuff more often.

"You kids" he chuckled " when he noticed my erection.  Just hold the thing
out of my way or I will put a stitch or two in it too"

Even I didn't really understand why I got hard this time.  Despite the
freezing the stitches still hurt like heck going in.  But I pulled my hard
cock to the side and kept it well out of his way.  Soon he was done .. he
dabbed an antiseptic around the wound and he had me stand bent over beside
the table while he gave me the tetanus shot.  As predicted, that really
hurt.  The doctor then applied a light bandage over the stitches that had
just a wee bit of adhesive on it.  He said with all my hair that this type
of bandage won't stick as aggressively so it won't pull out all the hair
when I remove it.  Then he handed me a handful more and told me the cut
will probably ooze blood for a number of hours so I should change the
bandage often until it stops.  He then pulled up my underwear and put them
carefully over the bandage saying my underwear would help to keep it in
place.  Then he told me I could get dressed ... and he went to the door to
call Steve in.

"He shouldn't be left alone for the rest of today and tonight.  So, can he
stay with you until his parents get home?"

"Yeah sure.  No problem" Steve said

"I've also put a bandage over the stitches, it should probably be changed
again as soon as you get him home.  And changed again quite regular until
the wound stops bleeding.  If the bleeding looks like its getting worse,
then bring him back in immediately."

"Okay doctor."

"Oh ... and get him out of those blood soaked clothes as soon as possible.
We don't want any infection breeding because of them"

"No problem.  I will take good care of my buddy here" Steve said, doing his
patented ruffling of my hair with his fingers.

We got back to Steve's place and went into the workshop again.  Steve
immediately told me to drop the pants so we could change the bandage.  The
doctor had been right ... the blood had begun to soak through the bandage
he had put on me.  Steve got a small mattress he had stored in there,
covered in plastic, tore it open and placed it on his work bench.  Then he
had me get up on it and lay back, my pants and underwear at mid-thigh
again.  Steve removed the old bandage, opened a new one and went to place
it over the stitches.

Before he did, he traced his finger up along one side of the stitches and
whistled "You really did it to yourself didn't you?  I count a dozen
stitches."

With his finger tracing, my cock which had only gone back to half hard
twitched a few times and I knew it was headed back to another full erection
again.  Steve placed the bandage over the stitches and then moved down to
the end of the bench.  He unlaced and then removed both my shoes and then
started to pull off my jeans.

"The doctor said to get you out of the clothes with blood on them, so
that's what I am doing" Steve said in answer to my questioning look.  The
jeans off, he pulled my briefs down my legs and off my feet and I was
laying there in my t-shirt and socks ... my cock bobbing up to a full
erection.

"You just relax there.  I am going to run into the house, I think I have a
pair of underwear that will fit, and then when your mother gets home I can
run over and ask her for a pair of your pants for you."

"Okay.  But if I relax too much more, I am going to fall asleep."

"Oh no you're not buddy.  The doctor said to keep you awake for at least
the next 6 hours.  Just to make sure you do not have a reaction to the
freezing or the tetanus shot."

"I didn't hear him say that"

"He must have said it when he called me back into the room then.  But he
said it."

"Okay, I will stay awake.  But I am starting to feel really tired ... so
you better hurry back" I said with a smile.

With that he was out the door.  I remember giving my hard cock a couple
strokes and then I must have just dropped off to sleep, because the next
thing I remember is dreaming of my cock in a hot wet place and thinking how
wonderful it felt.  I must have spoken out loud because it was my voice
saying what I was thinking that I heard and that woke me up.  I realised it
was not a dream when I looked down and saw Steve's profile as he sucked up
and down on my cock.  I wanted to thrust up to meet his descending lips,
but his hands held my hips firmly to the mattress.

"Don't move ... let me do the work" he said and then took my cock fully in
his mouth again.

As I forced myself to remain still, Steve's hands on my hips slowly started
to move.  One moved up under my t-shirt to caress my tits and play with my
nipples ... the other moved to caress my balls and that area behind them.
His blowjob this time was much better than the last one, his tongue
dragging itself up the underside of my shaft and then rubbing back and
forth just below the head.  His fingers, lips and tongue soon had me on the
verge of shooting my load.

"I'm cumming" I urgently whispered, but this time instead of pulling off,
Steve's head descended so that my whole cock was buried in his mouth and he
started nursing on my cock like it was his mothers tit.  With a grunt and
groan I started shooting down his throat and I could feel the muscles at
the back of his throat teasing my spewing dickhead as he swallowed
everything I gave him.  As my dick softened, he gave it one final kiss as
it slipped from his mouth.

"Well" he said as he stood up straight "if all else fails, I guess I could
resort to that to keep you awake" he smiled

Still catching my breath, I smiled back at him "I think I am falling asleep
again."

"Smart ass" he chuckled "now, lets look at the bandage again" as he turned
his attention to it.

"Its starting to seep through again, time to change it again" and he
quickly discarded the old and put on a new one.

He held up a pair of clean briefs and said "I think maybe we better hold
off putting these on you right now.  The way you are still bleeding, these
will have blood on them in no time.  We may as well wait until the bleeding
has stopped almost completely, and then we can put them on you.  That is,
if you don't mind laying out like that naked from the waist down."

"Its nothing you haven't seen before.  So I am okay with it if you are."

"Actually, I don't mind the view, and besides, this way we can easily see
when the bandage needs changing.  How about some juice and cookies.  I
grabbed us each some, its what they give you when you donate blood, so I
figure it must be okay to give you for this"

"Sure, yes ... sounds good"

So we sat there, just talking about nothing in particular while we ate the
cookies and polished off the juice and then just relaxed and continued
talking for a while ... Steve sitting on a low stool a few feet from the
bench so we could easily see each other.  I started yawning ... and Steve
asked how the bandage looked.

I raised my head and told him a spot of blood was showing through, but it
looked like maybe the bleeding had either stopped or almost stopped.  Steve
got up to look for himself, and then he peeled back the bandage a bit and
announced it looked like maybe it was only bleeding a little bit from the
middle of the cut.  As he set the old bandage back down, his other hand
snuck over and started to play with my still soft cock and balls.
Instantly, my cock woke up to the sudden attention and started puffing up
towards another hardon.

Before my cock had more than an instant to work its way towards an
erection, Steve again buried his head in my crotch taking and holding my
soft cock in his hot mouth.  He sucked and his tongue toyed with my cock as
it slowly came to full erection.

Lifting his head, he said "I was wondering what it felt like to have a cock
get hard in my mouth" He grinned as he once again took my hard cock all the
way in.  This time though, he kept his mouth still, his lips sealed around
my cock stem.  One of his free hands he caressed my balls, causing me to
automatically open my legs and then his fingers immediately travelled
further until they were rubbing around and toying with my tight pucker.
After he had my asshole ready, he lubed his thick finger and run it up my
shit chute and fucked me in and out a few times, causing me to groan in a
mix of pleasure and pain from the sudden invasion.  Then he settled his
finger down to remain still except for the end of it rubbing back and forth
across my prostate.  As my excitement mounted, he caused his diddling
finger to start moving back and forth at lightning speed.  Almost without
warning, my balls gave up their treasure and my cum erupted again into
Steve's waiting mouth.  I fed him a sizable load, but it was less than the
first time.

As I recovered, Steve set about to quickly change the bandage again.  That
done, he sat down and we continued talking as if nothing had happened.  I
don't know how he did that.  I had dozens of questions flying around in my
head, but he acted like we had just discussed the weather.  We heard a car
door and Steve looked out his workshop door and announced my mother's car
was back in our driveway again.  He returned to the bench and lifted the
new bandage.  There was only a small spot of blood on it this time, so
Steve helped me on with the pair of briefs he was loaning me and then,
gathering my bloodied pants and underwear, walked across the lawns to my
house to get a clean pair of pants.

He was back a few minutes later and as he helped me get them on, he told me
my mother got pretty upset when she found out I had gotten hurt and she
wasn't there.

Spring turned into summer and our 2 month break from school.  Steve had
still called up for my help on occasions, as per usual.  But we didn't play
around together.  There were times we could have, but Steve never made any
advances and ignored any hints I dropped.  Then one day just after school
started again in September, Steve called asking if I could help him in the
workshop for a while.  When I got there, he was packing up everything he
had in there.  As we worked, he told me he had gotten a job with a
different police force that was some distance away, so he and Pam were
moving ... in 2 more days.

When we finished packing up the shop, Steve held out his hand to shake it
good-bye.  That wasn't good enough for me.  I ignored his hand and hugged
him tightly as I felt tears well up in my eyes.  I had turned 14 in the
Spring, but this guy was still my hero, the guy I looked up to most and I
hung onto him as if my life depended on it.  He hugged me back, rubbing his
hands up and down my back, even venturing over my butt for a few seconds.
Then he took my shoulders and pushed me back.

"I am going to miss you buddy" he said through a crooked smile.

Pulling myself together a bit, I said "Me too.  You are one of my best
buddies.  Will you write to me?  Let me know your address so I can write?"

"Sure thing.  You can count on it. Thank you for helping me these past few
years." Steve said, drawing me into a quick hug.  "Now, you better get
yourself home.  Your supper must be ready" And with a pat on my butt, he
sent me on his way.

I never saw him again ... and he never wrote.  But I remember fondly the
time we spent together and especially the day and night the lights went
out.