Date: Wed, 27 May 1998 18:09:53 PDT
From: mark - who else <ghostwriter84@hotmail.com>
Subject: Neighbor Kid

A young friend of mine suggested I submit this.  I hope that you can use 
it.

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Neighbor Kid

I try to be a helpful to everyone that I can.  When my neighbors need 
help, I try to lend a hand.  When they needed to use a computer and 
couldn't get to the library, I let them come over and use mine.  Their 
car broke down and so I gave them a ride to the grocery store.  I watch 
their house when they go camping on the weekend.  I've even mowed their 
lawn on a couple of occasions.  That's just the way I am.

Most recently, one of the single moms had major plumbing problems and it 
was going to take about a week or more to tear out the walls to fix it.  
So, I let her and her son, Billy, use my garden hose, my dishwasher, and 
my bathroom, even giving them a key in case I wasn't there.

One evening, his mom had to run errands.  She left her 11 year old son, 
Billy, to mow the lawn and asked me to keep an eye on him.  It was no 
problem and I agreed.  I could hear the familiar hum as the mower cut 
the grass.  After a while, I heard the engine quit and I went to the 
window.  I saw Billy putting the mower away.  It was a hot day, and he 
was just wearing some really short blue shorts and his tennis shoes.  
His back and chest were glistening with a coating of sweat.  I had never 
even noticed how smooth his legs were.  Sort of like my ex-wife's legs.  
"Now what made me think of that?" I wondered to myself.  

I went back to watching TV and, pretty soon, my show was interrupted by 
the slamming of the back door.  "Sorry about that," I heard a familiar 
voice say.  Then I saw a head peek around the corner.  "I need to take a 
shower."  "You know where the towels are, just leave a quarter," I joked 
and tuned back into my movie.  "I guess I'll just have to owe you," he 
laughed and replied.  Out of the corner of my ear, I could hear the 
water being turned on.  After some time, I don't know how long, I heard 
the water being turned off (my plumbing was noisy).

About that time, the commercials came on and I went to make me a 
sandwich.  I thought that I'd offer Billy one and so I went to knock on 
the door.  I was surprised to see the door about a quarter of the way 
open.  I started to knock, but noticed some movement.  I waited for him 
to come out.  When he didn't, I looked in.  There, bent over looking 
through my bathroom cabinets, was Billy.  "He knows the towels aren't 
down there," I thought to myself, a little annoyed.  Then reality 
finally hit me.  BILLY WASN'T WEARING ANYTHING!  He was bending (or 
squatting, depending on how you define it) by the cabinet with his back 
to the door.  This position caused his butt cheeks to separate.  I could 
see his boyish balls, pink and hairless hanging between his legs -- 
shaking from side to side as he shifted position.  I could also get a 
clear view of his pink, hairless little butt hole.  As he went about his 
search, I noticed how the hole seemed to open and close on its own.  "I 
didn't know they did that!"  I thought to myself.  

It was then I realized that I was getting a hard on.  I decided that I 
should leave in case he came out.  As I started to move away, I saw 
Billy grab what he had been searching for.  In his left hand, he had one 
of the adult magazines that I keep for myself there in the bathroom.  
How had he known where I kept them?  He must have been looking through 
my stuff before on some of his other trips to my bathroom.  I went back 
to the kitchen to make my sandwich and got back to my movie.  Let him 
make his own sandwich.

I had finished my sandwich, but still no Billy.  When the commercials 
came on, I decided to go check on him.  The door was still open.  
Through the door, I could see Billy sitting naked on the toilet -- one 
hand on my magazine and the other on his now hard dick, pumping it up 
and down.  It was about 3 inches long I guessed, sort of a dark pink, 
although the head was dark purple from his "workout", and with a very 
small patch of dark hair just above the base.  His balls bounced as his 
hand kept up its up and down motion.  Finally, he closed his eyes and 
jerked faster.  Could he cum at that age?  He stopped moving as I 
watched.  Nothing came out -- but I could tell that Billy was having an 
orgasm.  His legs went stiff, he pointed his toes, and started jerking 
his hips.  

After he finished, he started putting things away and, after one more 
peek at his butt as he bent over, I quickly returned to my movie.  I 
heard him say goodbye just before the back door slammed.

I decided to get even with him.  No matter how many showers he took 
during the day, Billy always took one on Saturday night.  I went to the 
store and got a bunch of gay magazines.  I took out all of the other 
magazines and put in the gay ones.  I put a string over the drawer to 
see if he opened it.

Fate has a way of setting things up.  Billy's mom had a house full of 
company and Billy needed a place to sleep.  As usual, I said that it 
would be no problem.  Some time later, Billy came over.  When he went to 
take his shower, I thought I heard him lock the door this time.  After 
the water went off, I walked over to the door.  I could hear him opening 
and closing the drawer and heard the sound of the magazines being leafed 
through.  I laughed to myself and went back to the living room.  After 
some time, Billy still had not come out, so I went to check on him.  
When I touched the door, it came open a crack.  Had he unlocked it or 
was I just imagining things?  Anyway, there sat Billy, naked, magazine 
open and going to town on his dick.  So, this kid likes it both ways.  I 
left before he finished.  No use courting trouble.

That night, we watched TV and played board games.  He wasn't a great 
player, so I let him win sometimes.  When he got ready for bed, he asked 
me to rub his back.  I agreed and he lay down on the couch in just his 
shorts.  I absent-mindedly rubbed his back as we watched a little more 
TV.  He asked if I would rub his legs.  "Okay," I agreed.  After a bit, 
I looked over to see if he was asleep.  He wasn't.  In fact, his shorts 
had tented up in front.  I didn't say anything and turned back to the 
TV.  

During the commercials, I looked over to talk to him.  He surprised me 
by saying, "You can rub it if you want."  I pretended like I didn't know 
what he was talking about -- and not to give in to him.  "That's okay," I 
said calmly.  But when I looked over, he had pulled his shorts down and 
his beautiful boy dick was standing straight up.  It was smooth except 
for a small amount of hair above it.  I ignored him as best I could, but 
my body was reacting on its own.  Soon I had my own tent.  I continued 
to rub his legs, rubbing up and down his inner thighs to the bottom of 
his shorts.

"Please?" he begged.  I was scared, but curious, remembering my own 
young days.  Finally, I made up my mind to go with the flow.  I let my 
hand ease up over his shorts and touch his stomach.  I slid my hand down 
until I grasped his young dick.  His body shuddered as I softly touched 
and slowly stroked his young dick.  I felt his balls -- smooth and 
hairless.  He closed his eyes.  His body was reacting to my touch.  I 
felt his dick start to pump and his hips road up into my hand.  I felt a 
couple of tiny drops of semen form on the head of his dick.  So he did 
cum some.  

After he calmed down, he started talking, telling me about how much he 
enjoyed it and that he wanted to do it again.  I said maybe another 
time, but that it was time for us both to be in bed (no, not both in my 
bed, though the thought crossed my mind).  He went off to sleep and so 
did I.

A while later, the scenario played it self out again.  Billy came over 
one weekday afternoon.  He asked if he could tell me something and it 
would stay between us.  I told him that he could trust me.  Apparently, 
Billy has been going skinny dipping at the beach and, some how, got his 
dick sucked by a stranger.  He even said that he wrote a story about it, 
but didn't have it with him.  Anyway, he said that it felt so good and 
asked if I would do that for him.  I thought about it and said that we'd 
see.  Apparently, that was enough for him, because the next thing I 
knew, there was a Billy, laying naked next to me, his dick hard and firm 
against his stomach.  I laughed to myself -- kids.  I rubbed his dick 
some and then bent over and put my mouth over his boy dick.  It was kind 
of small, but I remember trying this stuff when I was a kid.  I had 
learned a few tricks from some of my girlfriends, too.  I pumped my 
mouth up and down on his dick while my tongue flicked the shaft and tip.  
I even managed to get his boy balls in my mouth at the same time.  He 
was really getting into it.  His eyes were closed tight and his toes 
were pointed straight down.  I knew that he was close, so I quickened my 
pace.  Pretty soon, his body started shaking and finally he thrust his 
hips up in my face.  I licked him until he got soft, cleaned him with a 
rag and sent him home.

On Friday afternoon, Billy came over to use my shower.  I asked why and 
he made up some excuse that their shower was tied up and he wanted to 
take one before they went on one of their regular camping trips.  I said 
okay and went back to my room to put some clothes away.  As usual, he 
got into the magazines.  I know this, not because I listened, but 
because when he came out from the bathroom to my bedroom, wrapped in a 
towel, and carrying one of the magazines folded open.

"I've been reading your magazines," he confessed.  

"You have?" I asked pretending to be upset.  "I don't know what to say."  

"Can I ask you something?"

"You just did," I kidded.

He sort of smiled and went on, holding a picture up for me to see.  "Do 
guys really do that stuff?"  It was a picture of a guy shoving a hard 
cock into another guy kneeling on top of a bed.  When I said that they 
did, he went on, "Have you?"

"Yes, when I was younger."

I about fell down when he asked, "Would you do it to me?" 

"I don't know," I stuttered, "you're pretty young for this stuff."  
Before I could say another word, he had dropped his towel and was 
kneeling on my bed, his face in the covers and his ass up in the air.  
He had his legs slightly spread.  I could see his balls and dick hanging 
underneath.  His butt hole, pink and shiny from being freshly cleaned, 
stared up at me.  It winked a little as he shifted his position.

"I'm not too sure about this," I stammered.  "I don't think we should."

Then, in true kid fashion, he played his ace, "If you don't I'll tell 
what you did when I was here before -- and even add some stuff."

I was trapped.  Oh, well, if I had to, I had to.  I touched his hole 
(and he shuddered).  It was tight and dry.  "Okay, but wait a minute 
while I get you ready."  I went and got some baby oil.  I poured some on 
my fingers and slowly began rubbing it between his butt cheeks.  Pretty 
soon, I started teasing his butt hole with each pass.  I could tell that 
he was enjoying it because he was pushing against my finger and his body 
was shaking, plus his dick was hard as a rock and I started stroking it 
for him.  Finally, I put a finger against his hole and pushed.  He was 
tight at first and I had to force it in.  "Push back against my finger 
like you're going to the bathroom."  He did and my finger eased in.  His 
hole was hot, tight and gripped my finger like a fist.  I wiggled my 
finger around and I could see by his face that he was getting into it.  
I started pushing and pulling my finger in and out, slowly and then 
faster.  "You know you could use a candle or something to do this."

"I have," was his surprising response.  He said that he had written 
about that too.  What a bullshit artist I thought to myself.

Well, if he wanted me to take care of him, I was going to do it.  My 
cock had already tented my shorts.  I dropped my shorts and applied oil 
to my hard cock.  I slid it between his cheeks and slid it up and down 
to tease him.  Finally, I put my cock head against his hole.  I was just 
getting ready to push when I heard his mom call for him.  "Oh, shit," I 
thought.  I hadn't locked the door.

We both jumped up, wiped off on his towel and got dressed.  We got to 
the living room just as his mom got there.  "Hurry up!" she demanded, 
"We've got to get to the camp ground before they close the gate."

With that, they headed for the car.  He looked back and said with a 
grin, "We'll finish that game when I get back -- if I don't get a better 
offer."

I smiled and shook my head.  Only time will tell.  And I watched as they 
drove off to their weekend getaway.

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