Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2005 10:37:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Neighbor Man (30)

I pedaled over to the school, and parked my bike in one of the bike
racks. There were several cars in the parking lot, so I was pretty sure
some people were at the school, so I walked over toward the office area. I
pulled on the door, and it was open, so I went inside, and walked down the
hall a little way. I saw a lady working on some papers behind this counter
thing, and walked up to it. She looked over at me, and smiled, saying, "Hi
there, can I help you?" I smiled back at her, and told her I was going to
be coming to school here when it started again, but I was new here, and
wanted to check out the school, and maybe my classes. She asked me my name,
and searched through the computer for a while, then printed something
out. She got the paper off the printer, and handed it to me, along with a
little map of the campus. "There you go David, feel free to roam around,
and find your bearings." I thanked her, and went back outside.

I studied the map a while, and kind of looked around the school, figuring
out what, was where. I decided to pretend it was first day of school, and
kind of walk to each of my classes in order of the schedule the lady gave
me, and locate all of my rooms. I figured out what wing my first room was
in, and walked down the hall to the door. It was locked, and dark, so I
figured where my second period room was on the map, and walked in that
direction. When I walked by the big cafeteria room, I heard a big crashing
noise, and some really bad swearing coming from inside, so I went to the
open door, and looked inside. It was all quiet now, so I called out to see
if somebody heard me, and I heard a man yelling from someplace in the back
part of the big room. I walked toward the sound, and went through another
door, one that banged behind me hard, and locked itself. I saw another door
at the end of the room, and went over there, and looked through the
door. There was some man down on the floor in there, and a ladder was sort
of lying on top of him, so I went over to see if he needed some help. He
was pretty old, and had a lot of silver hair, and he was still kind of
cussing, and rubbing his ankle.

I walked over to him, and asked, "Are you Ok, Mister, I heard a really big
crash." He stopped cussing, and looked up at me, and smile. "Am I glad to
see you, Son!" he said, "This god damned ladder tossed me on my ass, and I
think I might have sprained my fucking ankle!" I giggled, cause he was
really all cussing a lot, then said, "Can you get up, Mister, or do you
need help?" He shook his head, and looked at me again, then said, "Son, do
you see this piece of shit fucking ladder that is on top of me....how in the
hell do you think I can get up, with that fucking thing on top of me?" I
blushed, feeling sorta silly for not seeing that, and grabbed the ladder so
I could move it off the man. He sighed, and sat up, still rubbing his
ankle, and looked up at me again. He shook his head again, and muttered,
"God damn good thing that God made you so damn cute, Son, cause you don't
seem real long on plain old smarts!" I blushed, cause I really should have
noticed about the ladder, and because he said that about me being cute,
too. I sat down on the floor beside him, and folded my legs up
Indian-style, and said, "I'm sorry, Mister, I should have moved it off you
right away." He nodded, and I saw his eyes flicker down to check out my
legs, then realized that my little dicky was all sticking out of my shorts
cause my legs were all folded like that. He stared at it a minute, and I
blushed some more, but felt all the tingles from him seeing me like that,
so I just sat still, and let him see me. He glanced up at me, and winked,
then said, "Not only are you a cutie, but that's a damn cute boy cock ya
got hanging there, too!" I really blushed then, and wiggled around a little
bit, making my shorts scoot even higher on my leg, and showing more of my
little dicky too. "Thank you, Sir." I said.

The man stared really hard at my crotch where all of the head of my dick
was now sticking out of the leg of my shorts. He nodded his head slowly,
and mumbled, "Damn straight, sweet looking piece of fresh boy meat!" I
blushed some more, but felt really glad that he liked how my dick looked,
and was just about to ask him if he wanted me to show it all to him, when
he looked up at me, and said, "Help me get up, Son, and then help me get to
my office, so I can wrap this sore fucking ankle." I stood up, and giggled,
cause now I was all boned up, and my shorts got all tented out. The man
looked at my tented shorts that were, like, right in his face, almost, and
smiled, then licked his lips. He reached out his hand, and I grabbed it,
then pulled, while he got himself up. He wobbled a little bit, then put his
arm over my shoulder, and nodded toward the back of the room to where there
was a door. We sort of limped our way back there, and when we got close, I
saw this little sign on the door that said, "Ed Johnson, Custodian." The
man got a key out of his pocket and opened the door, so we could go
inside. He closed, and locked the door again, and said, "Welcome to the
humble domain of Ed Johnson, custodian, Son." I nodded, and looked around
the room, seeing a desk, and chairs, and a black leather sofa. "Cool
office, Mister Johnson." I told him, and he grunted, and mumbled something
that sounded like "Fucking dump, is what!"

We hobbled to the sofa, and Mr. Johnson sat down, and pointed to a first
aid kit hanging on the wall. "Get that down and bring it over here, uh,
what did you say your name was...?" I walked over and got the box off the
wall, and went back to the sofa, and stood in front of Mr. Johnson, saying,
"It's David, Sir." He nodded, and took the box from me, and said, "David,
huh, Ok then, David, I wonder if you might be willing to do really nice
thing for a poor old man who has been having a really bad day?" I set the
aid box down on the table, and nodded my head, saying, "Sure, sir, I wanna
make your feel better, so what should I do?" He chuckled, and said, "Now,
it's a pretty special favor, so you only do it if your really want to,
understand, I'll understand if you say no, OK?" I nodded again, and he
looked at me, and said, "It would definitely improve my shitty day, Davie,
if you would take off those shorts that have your sweet little boy meat
looking so uncomfortable." I blushed really hot, and giggled, squeaking,
"Really, sir...you want me to get, like, all naked?" He nodded slowly, and
said, "Fuck yes, I want you to get all naked, and hopefully, let an old man
enjoy your smooth little body for a while."

I smiled at him, and nodded my head, and moved my hands to the waist of my
shorts, starting to push them down, when he held up his hand, stopping me,
and said, "Oh shit, Davie, your going to it, Son, do it right, Ok....hop up
the table, here, then lose the fucking shorts, let old Ed feast his tired
eyes on your fresh, young, body!" I giggled, still blushing, and starting
to feel all tingly a lot. I climbed up on the low table, and pushed my
shorts down my legs, and kicked them to the floor, then stood up straight
again. The man's mouth dropped open, and his eyes got really big, when he
looked at me, all naked, my boner sticking straight out from my groin, and
sort of waving around in the air. "Lift your arms, Davie, put your hands
behind your head for me, Son." he sort of croaked, his voice sounding sorta
funny. I lifted both arms up, and curled my fingers together, and put my
hands behind my head. His eyes roamed all over me, from my hairless
underarms, to my chest, and I felt my little nipples get all stiff from him
looking at them that way. He smiled, and dropped his eyes to my soft tummy,
and then he stared a long time at my boner, and little balls, before
looking down my legs all the way to my feet, then, back up, to stare some
more at my waving boner. "God damn, Davie, you are fucking-A beautiful,
Son, a perfect fucking boy body, attached to a perfect fucking boy cock,
complete with absolutely perfect little boy balls!" I giggled, still sorta
blushing, and got really big tingles from his look, and him telling me that
stuff about me.

"Turn around slow, Davie, let old Ed see every fucking inch of your smooth,
creamy body!" I giggled, and did a slow turn to the right, keeping my hands
on top of my head. I got turned sideways to him, and he told me to stop,
shaking his head, as he looked at my boner sticking straight out, with him
seeing it from the side. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he groaned, and signaled me to
turn some more. I turned so my back was to him, and he again told me to
stop, and I did. "Ohhh Jesus...fuck...an even more perfect little ass to go
with the rest...Jesus-fucking-christ!" he moaned. I giggled, and sorta
wiggled my butt for him, and he made another groan noise, then said, "Bend
over, Davie, bend over, and open up those yummy cheeks, Son, old Ed wants
to see that sweet little boy pussy." I blushed a little more, and sorta
bent forward, moving my hands back to grab my butts, and pull them
apart. The man groaned loud, and mumbled, "Oh my God...just look at that
pink little pucker...fucking sweet!" I stayed bent over like that until he
finally said I should turn all the way around again, to face him, so I
did. I giggled, cause when I got turned back to him, he had this really
big, and hard, man cock sticking our from his zipper, and he was rubbing it
up and down. "Wow, Mr. Johnson, you got a really nice cock, Sir!" I told
him, and he let go of it, making it sort of wave, and jump around all by
itself. "You like this man-meat, Davie?" he asked, and I nodded, all
staring at it, and feeling lots of tingles in my balls, and my
pussy. "Excellent, Davie, just excellent, it's good that you like it Son,
cause old Ed is going to make sure that you get to know every single inch
of it." I grinned, nodding my head, and squeaked, "Yes sir, cool, Sir!"

He gestured for me to get off the table, and told me to help him get his
pants, and shirt off, so I did. When he was all naked like me, I looked at
him, and giggled, cause his belly was like, all big, and way hairy, too. He
motioned for me to stand right in front of him, and when I did, he reached
out and grabbed my boner in his big hand, rubbing it, and making me groan
from lots of tingles everywhere. He played with my boner a little while,
and used his other hand to play with my balls, making me really feel nice
all over. He pulled me closer by tugging my dick, and told me to touch his
big, hard, man cock, so I grabbed it, and rubbed his like he was doing
mine. "Jeez, Sir, it's really a nice one, really big, and really all hard,
too!" I croaked, really liking how his big meat felt in my small
hand. "Damn, that looks so fucking hot, soft little boy hand stroking that
hard fucking cock, rub the head some, Davie, spread all that fuck juice
around for me!" the man groaned, and I used my thumb to work over the
smooth head of his man cock, making it all wet and shiny from all of his
leaking stuff. He groaned again when I was doing that, and muttered, "Lick
it for me Davie, put those sweet boy lips on old Ed's drooling prick, Son!"

I giggled, and dropped down on my knees, stuck out my tongue, and licked
all over the slimy head of his cock a few times. His stuff tasted pretty
OK, just sorta bitter, and I licked it some more, before putting the head
in my mouth, and closing my lips over it. "AGgggg.....fuck, yea...suck it,
Davie, take that fucking man meat in your sweet little fucking mouth!" he
groaned loudly, and I giggled at all of his cussing, and gagged, cause it's
really hard to do giggles with a big, fat, cock in your mouth! I moved my
head, taking more of his cock in my mouth, and he put his hands on me head,
holding me, while he pumped in and out of my mouth a few times. "Fucking-A,
Davie-boy, you are some first class cocksucker, Kid, first-fucking-class!"
he chanted, still pumping my mouth with his huge cock, making my jaw start
to sorta ache, but making lots of tingles for me, too. He pushed me away
then, muttering stuff about not wasting his load, and stood me straight up
in front of him again. He grabbed my rock hard cock, and rubbed it, then,
leaned forward, and ran his thick tongue all over the head of it. I
groaned, and started seeing the bright stars by my eyes from so many
tingles, and the man sucked all of my boner inside of his really warm
mouth.

He kept moving his head back and forth, sucking me really, really nice, and
playing with my tingly balls with his fingers, and I was all tugging on his
silver hair, making lots of groans. He stopped sucking me then, and kept
tugging my balls, while he opened up the aid kit, and took out a big jar of
Vaseline, popping off the lid, and stuffing his fingers into the thick
jelly. He moved back to my cock, and slid it into his mouth again, and slid
his hand between my spread legs, pushing his greasy fingers inside my butt
crack. He rubbed back there a little, still moving his head on my tingly
cock, and found my little pussy. I groaned when his finger pressed on me
there, and he pushed harder, so his finger slid inside of my pussy hole,
and went way up inside of me. I rolled up on my toes, and yelped, when his
finger touched my special place in there, and rubbed it, keeping sync with
his mouth moving on my aching dick. "Ungggg....Aggggg...Mister...!" I wailed,
and felt my little balls go all tingly, big time. I tugged on his silver
hair, and felt my dick get all big, and jerk, inside his mouth, and then
jerk again, all of my sperms shooting out of the end, and spraying the
inside of his mouth. He kept on sucking my spitting dick, and rubbing the
place inside my pussy, until I was all empty, and starting to sorta fall
over from feeling so many tingles.

He slid his finger out of my tingly pussy, and spit out my almost soft
cock, and grabbed my waist in his big hands, lifting me up, and sitting me
on his lap. He picked up the Vaseline jar again, and told me to dig some
out, and smear it all over his big, hard, cock. "Slick that man meat good,
Davie, fucking well make it slick, Son, cause old Ed is fucking-A gonna
bury the whole fucking thing in your tight little boy-cunt, clear to the
fucking hilt!" I giggled, and felt my pussy hole get more tingles, as I dug
a big glob of the stuff out of the jar, and grabbed the mans big cock,
spreading the jelly all over it. He watched me grease up his cock, and
dipped his fingers in the jar, too, then, reached behind me, and jammed
them into my hole. I yelped, and lifted up on my knees, and he pulled me
toward him, centering his slippery cock with my little pussy. He pulled his
fingers out of me, and grabbed his stiff cock, lifting up, and pressing the
huge head to my hole. "Just settle, Davie, sit right down on that fuck
stick, Son, take it all, old Ed wants some of that sweet boy-cunt, wants it
right, fucking, NOW!" I took a big breath, and pushed down with my butt,
grunting, as the big head pushed up inside of me. "Aww fuck, yea!" The man
yelled, and I pressed down some more, letting the breath blow out of me, as
I swallowed the whole length of him into my pussy.

The man groaned really loud as my tight little pussy slid all the way down
him, until I could feel his really bushy pubes rubbing under my balls. "Oh
fuck, Kid, so fucking tight, so God damned tight...fuck
yea...hot...slick...fucking-A boy-cunt!" he growled, and I lifted my butt
some, then dropped back onto his big, thick, man-cock. I did that again,
then again, lifting up higher each time I did it, until I was, like,
ridding up and down on his fat cock, feeling tons of the tingles, and
seeing bunches of stars. The man kept grunting, and cussing really bad, and
his big, hairy hand grabbed my hard dicky, and rubbed it, while he pumped
his butt, driving the big cock into me really deep. We did that for a long
time, and his fat cock started bumping my special place inside me, and I
felt a whole bunch more tingles in my little balls. He rubbed on my dick,
and bumped my place again, and my balls felt all achy, then, my dick jerked
in his hand, and erupted, spitting my cumms out, and spraying all over his
hairy belly. "Good fucking job, Kid, fuck yea, paint old Ed with that sweet
boy cum, fucking-A!" he yelled, and I felt him drive really deep inside me,
as I slid down on him again, and he growled really loud in my ear,
"AAggggg...cumin, Kid...fucking gallon of Ed juice for that hot little
boy-cunt!" His fat cock felt even fatter inside me then, and I felt it jerk
really hard, then sorta make lots of spasms, as he jetted his huge load of
man sperms into my gripping pussy.

I sorta fell forward onto him, and he wrapped his big, hairy arms around
me, holding me really tight. His hairy chest was all heaving, and he was
gasping for air, and I giggled against his hairy chest, cause I could feel
his slimy stuff all leaking out of my pussy, around his big cock. His arms
squeezed me tighter, and he said, "Jesus-fucking-christ, Davie-boy, that
hot little cunt of yours could fucking well kill an old codger like me!" I
giggled, and lifted up on my knees, his soft man cock slipping out of my
stretched hole, and giggled again, when I heard the squishy sound of his
thick cumms draining out of me, making my little balls all wet, and
slimy. I lifted up my head, and looked at his red face, and giggled.
"What...?" He asked, and I giggled again, shaking my head, and answered,
"You aren't actually an old codger, Sir....Herb, Sir, is a really old
codger, cause his can't even get hard anymore." The man laughed, and
replied, "Herb, huh, and he can't get it up for a grade-fucking-A boy pussy
like you, huh....well then...your absolutely right, Son, Herb, is one
seriously old mother-fucker!" I giggled, and pressed my smooth face into
his thick, silver, chest air while his big hands rubbed all of his slippery
juice into my creamy butt cheeks.

(To Be Continued)
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