Date: Sun, 18 Oct 2015 21:03:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Leslie Carr <lcarr69@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Over the Garden wall

			   Over The Garden Wall
			       By Androgyne

			      Don and Craig 1

After living all my life with the same neighbours next door I've found
having new ones unsettling. My home is and was the home I was brought up
in; and since my mother and father moved out and "Down Under" to live with
my sister and her husband I've lived here alone. My neighbour on the right,
no property adjoins on the left, was always Mr and Mrs Klein. They finally
moved to live in sheltered accommodation and for some time their home stood
empty.

The "For Sale" sign was up on the front lawn for a fair while and then one
day it was gone. Work was done on the house by contractors and then one day
a removal van arrived and the furniture went in. I had new neighbours now
and did get to meet Stan Proctor and his partner Chelsey. Stan is a
landscape gardener. He's one of those men who look like he's just skin,
sinew, and stringy muscle, spread over bone.

Chelsey's a tall thin blonde with big breasts that look like and have to be
implants. She and her guy share a liking for tattoos and piercings mainly
in the ears though her lip and tongue are decorated with stuff too. I was
polite because I always try to be and you don't want to deliberately get
off on the wrong foot with newcomers do you?

So no problem with the new family? Well just one. They have a 13 year old
son named Craig and I'll admit to lying low from him. Look I'm gay and
always have been but also I've always been drawn, as a boy and an adult, to
other boys. Now for the first time there's one right next door.

To make matters worse Craig's exactly the body type that attracts me. He's
tall like his mother and father and like both of them he's on the thin
side. He's tanned a deep mahogany even though the school summer holidays
are just starting. His hair is dark though the ends have been bleached
blonde and he wears a single jewelled stud in one earlobe.

I've done my best to avoid him and keep away from temptation; I've mowed my
front lawn in the evening when he wasn't around. Watching from one of my
bedroom windows I've seen him in the street chatting to Stuart Cook, who
lives more or less opposite, and is around his age. Stuart is such a pretty
boy but I've always fought shy of him not because he's not attractive but
because I don't like him!

Just because somebody's physically and sexually attractive that doesn't
mean you'll be drawn to them. Stuart was always a cheeky and arrogant boy
and despite his charms I just remained polite with him and no more. If it
seems strange for a middle aged man to seem to be scared of a 13 year old
boy from next door well think about the penalties for "abusing" an underage
boy. There haven't been all that many and I have always been very careful
but none of the boys in my bed ever felt "abused" I'm certain!

It's when I walk out into my rear garden I reach a point where I can't
avoid Craig any further. That's because he's sitting atop the wall that
divides my garden from the Proctor's. I almost yell at him to get off my
wall before I realise that's partly his wall now. He's sure to spot me so I
turn towards him and...

"Hello!"

He spins and turns so he's straddling the wall and then throws his other
leg over so he's sitting facing me now. He's wearing a black and blue
singlet of some shiny synthetic material and a pair of matching shorts. His
dangling legs are tanned, long and smooth, and catch my eye.

Oh hello you're Mr Travis aren't you?"

"Err call me Don why don't you? You're Craig. I've met your mother and
father and I've seen you around the street. Do you like it here?"

"Its fine but I was just looking at your garden. Dad is gonna sort ours
out, I mean that's his job, but your garden's huge!"

"Yes well you see Craig my home is really two houses. Years back the house
next to ours was standing empty and falling to bits so my father bought it
and made one house of the two. So my garden is really two gardens."

"What's all those at the bottom down there Don?"

"Apple and pear trees Craig. I'll get a fine crop off them later in the
year. Why don't you come round and take a look?"

Why I say this I don't know. I've been doing my best to keep away from him
and now I'm inviting him in! What I'm not ready for is what he does next.

"No need for me to go all the way round Don!"

Standing up he jumps off the wall. Now the party wall is around six or
seven feet high but what he doesn't realise is that my garden is on a lower
level than his so the drop is greater than it seems. Unthinking I step
forward to catch him. As he drops I grab him to break his fall. Just for a
few seconds I'm holding him and I can feel his warm smooth skin and smell
clean sweat on him.

I hold onto him longer than I really need to I'm sure but he doesn't seem
at all put out.

"Yikes that's higher than it looked."

"Are you okay Craig?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Thanks for the catch though. Can we take a tour around your
garden then?"

I suppose it isn't unusual for the son of a professional gardener to be
interested in gardens so I show him around. At least, by the time we're
heading back towards my French windows, I'm feeling at ease with
Craig. That is until his next words.

"Hell your place must be huge! And you live here alone? Any chance of you
showing me around the house?"

My head says no but my body says yes! Despite all my good intentions I'm
warming to him. Personality-wise as well as body-wise. I ponder just for a
second or so and then agree.

"Sure why not. You're right about the size, there are three stories like
yours, but I don't mind rattling around in here on my own."

My kitchen gets his approval; I have it looking traditional but with all
the modern gizmos built in to heavy wooden units. We go through the various
lounges and I cry off showing him the double basements where my mini gym
is. Upstairs I again impress him; this time with the luxury of the massive
bathroom.

"These are the guest bedrooms Craig. When I have guests that is!"

"So where do you sleep Don?"

Now I'm beginning to regret bringing him up here and I'm telling myself I
must keep my hands to myself. Look but don't touch has to be the watchword.

"The master bedroom, my bedroom, is the entire third floor of the
house. Come on up."

Craig trots lithely along behind me up the staircase and into my giant
bedroom. I can live up here as easily as down in the main lounge. I have
cable TV up here along with a DVD player and a multiband radio/CD/cassette
and a turntable for vinyl. Craig gazes around for a while before speaking.

"Jeeze this is some place and that's some bed. I've never seen black satin
sheets before Don!"

I think I'm blushing a bit at that remark. I'd forgotten that the bedding
was partly turned down.

"Well they're really comfortable to sleep between."

As he replies he's giving me a long cool look.

"Yeah I'll bet you're comfortable in bed."

His look coupled with those words make me tense up and foolishly I place a
hand on one of his biceps just below his shoulder.

"Craig!"

I get to say no more because, standing as close as he is to me, he just
leans forward and kisses me on my lips. He's a young boy, but he doesn't
kiss like a young boy, and certainly not like an innocent young boy!

"Stuart said you were gay! He's right about that isn't he? Mind you he
called you a gay old fart and he's wrong about the last bit."

I'm shaking like a leaf from just that one skilful kiss and I have trouble
getting my head straight and my words just stammer out.

"I've never touched Stuart Cook!"

"Of course you haven't! He told me he hates fucking queers. He doesn't know
what he's missing!"

So then he kisses me again just as fine a kiss but longer than the
first. I'm desperately trying to hold back from doing what my body is
telling me to do. However it feels like a lost cause.

"Craig if your parents found out."

"They aren't going to find out. I'm not going to tell them and you sure
won't!"

We're standing right in the centre of my luxurious bedroom nest as he steps
in even closer to slide a slim thigh between mine. Smooth muscle presses
against the bulge of my erection and this time *we* kiss not just him
kissing me. My arms go around his body to pull him closer then my hands
drop to cup his taut buttocks. We stand there kissing for who knows how
long before he pushes me towards my bed.

As we stumble over the parquet flooring Craig's tugging down his
shorts. When we reach the edge of the bed he's pulled off his singlet and
is incongruously naked but for sneakers.  When we tumble onto my bed he's
kicked the sneakers off and he's nude now. His cock is long and slender and
rises from a groin that boasts just a sprinkling of silky black pubic hair.

Before I realise what's happening one of his hands have unknotted the
drawstrings of my jogging pants as the other draws my polo shirt up over my
head. Craig pauses to look down at me.

"Fuck you're in some kind of shape aren't you?"

 I don't figure he's referring to the big bulge that strains my briefs and
it turns out I'm right.

"Jeeze you look like an athlete in training!"

I'm quite deceptive like that. I'm not a big man and I don't look
formidable in everyday clothes. Years of gym work, swimming, and karate
training, has left me hard and honed and toned. I lost most of my hair
early so I shave my head but cultivate a small copper red goatee beard. My
pubic hair is trimmed down to neat essentials, since, over the years, I've
found my men and boys can do without a red jungle around my cock when they
fellate me.

Craig's got hold of the elasticised waistband of my briefs to ease them
down my thighs and off. My cock's long like Craig's though a bit thicker
and has a distinct curve. Somewhere between the centre of the room and my
bed I lost the sandals I was wearing so now we're both naked and when I
pull him to me the heat of his body feels feverish.

My hands wander over his body caressing his flat belly and silky thighs. In
turn his fingers stroke the swell of my cock and as we rouse each other we
kiss frantically. All my good resolutions gone I decide we'll have the best
sex possible and hang the consequences. Pinning a grinning Craig down on
the counterpane I nuzzle at his neck and then nip it hard till he yelps
though it's a yelp of pleasure.

"Since you made the first move love you get to choose. How do you want to
get off first? Make your mind up fast because I've been too long without a
boy like you and I need to cum very badly too."

That grin fades a little and he's just smiling now as he considers his
options.

"I don't get many offers like that when I'm in bed with a guy Don. But what
I'd really like to do is fuck your arse if you're cool with that."

This time I bite one of his nipples sharply which he likes just as much as
he did the last nip. Cupping his balls I give them a brief squeeze then
roll off him and my bed.

"I've got the best lube you can buy so just let me fetch it and yeah I'd
love you to fuck me. I hope you enjoy it too because you've a gorgeous
arse. You first then me Craig!"

My bedroom's panelled with oak my father salvaged from an old manor house
that was being demolished. One section is an inset cupboard and a press on
the jamb pops it open. The bottle I bring out is a special product. A very
special and expensive lube which contains an aphrodisiac that's absorbed
through the skin. This will likely be an afternoon to remember for a long
time!

As I return to the bed Craig's eyes are openly eyeing the erect curve of my
cock that's preceding me.

"I'm looking forward having that inside me when you fuck me Don!"

I'm back on the bed with him and pouring out a libation onto the palm of my
hand as I kiss the nape of his neck.

"Here let me get plenty where we need it!"

I slick him up thoroughly. Sliding back his foreskin I smooth a good amount
onto his knob end then work right down to the silky pubic hairs. I use some
more on my pucker and can feel the familiar tingle as the active
ingredient, whatever it is that makes this stuff work, begins in fact to
work.

"Front or back?"

I hope he gets my meaning because I'm running out of words and I'm
impatient to get down to the real nitty gritty of sex with my wanton
Craig. My answer is that he simply scoots around behind me! I'm on all
fours and ready! He's kneeling behind me and his hands are just touching my
hips when he sucks in a sharp breath.

"Shit! What is this stuff? It feels like I've got a battery connected to my
cock! Are you feeling it too?"  Oh I'm feeling it alright and I know just
what he means by the battery effect. You get an electrical tingle almost as
soon as that lube hits your skin.

"It's called "Greek Fire" Craig and it costs a fortune but it's worth
it. So let's us both enjoy it."

"Jesus yeah let's!"

His hands go back to cradle my hips and next I feel the slick head of his
cock sliding between my buttocks. He inches closer and his helmet presses
against the pucker of my arse. A firm thrust of his slim hips and he's
entering me slowly and smoothly.

"Ohhh!"

He moans as his slender cock goes all the way home just as I gasp with
pleasure as it does. Hands locked onto me he begins his pull backs then
hard thrusts and my bed creaks beneath us. I glory in the old familiar
burning delight as Craig fucks me fiercely. He'll cum very fast but we have
all the time we need for as much sex as we can manage. Plus with what's in
that lube we've both been boosted like by a Viagra tablet!

As he ploughs away I can hear his breath hissing from between clenched
teeth, a grunt, a gasp, strangled words follow.

"Shit you're nice and tight. I kinda thought you'd be loose with you
being..."

I grit out a few words of my own then.

"A worn out old queer?"

"Nah you're fucking hot for an old guy!"

That's the end of talking for a while as Craig goes at me harder and I can
tell he's close now. He's pumping frantically and then his body stiffens
and he gives out a hoarse "Ah fuck"! And then he cums so hard he shudders
and topples forward onto me as his hot cream spurts out to flood me.

He thrusts on, short jerks, until he's spent, and just rolls off me to
sprawl gazing up at the ceiling. The warm wet tingle in my rear makes me
want to growl like a big cat but instead I turn and settle next to him. His
lean body is streaked with sweat and his chest is rising and falling fast
and then slows a little. I plant a long deep kiss on his thin lips.

"So how was the old gay fart Craig?"

 He has his eyes shut as he grins widely.

"I told you that Stuart Cook was a dimwit. If he had a brain he'd be here
where I am. He's cute but he doesn't know a good thing when he sees one."

"Mmmm yeah well I'm looking at a good thing right now. I don't want to
sound impatient but my turn now?"

He may be a sexily aggressive kid but in fact he's still only a kid. That
shows when his eyes go wide and his mouth turns down in dismay.

"Jesus Don I'm sorry! You must be aching for a cum."

 I nibble on the nipple nearest to my mouth which I know he loves and talk
between tiny bites.

"Well I guess I could do with a fix Craig. You stay there while I lube up
and then I'll have that cum."

I leave the bed and collect that bottle from the dresser I'd placed it
on. I repeat the process I performed on Craig. A thick coating from my
swollen helmet right down to my cock's base is applied. Then I playfully
prod my new lover till he rolls over and settles face down. I pour a thin
trickle onto his pucker and then use a fingertip to spread it around.

My cock's throbbing with the need and the excitement and I resign myself to
the fact that, like Craig, I'll cum too fast. That doesn't worry me much in
truth since we have all the time we'll need for recovery and a lot more
sex. Like he did I clasp his slender hips in my hands and slide my stiff
cock between his taut and smooth buttocks.

Just like he did I pause as the swollen end of my helmet touches his
gateway and then I ease forward and into him. He's as tight back there as a
drum but as my long cock enters him he apes my moans of pleasure. Burning
with need I pull back and then thrust home into him again. At each pump of
my hips the bed creaks even harder than before, I grunt, and Craig makes
noises deep in his chest.

Soon the fires are burning behind my balls and hitting the base of my
cock. It will be too fast but I'm already past the point of no return and
fuck him harder and faster. The fires and that electric flash herald my
orgasm and as it arrives I shout out loud.

"Oh Jesus yes!"

My sperm feels like molten lava as it spurts out thick and creamy. Shaking
like a leaf in a gale I pound on shooting fresh wads until my body gives
out just like Craig's did. Now I rear up and roll over to flop onto my
back. I'm sated just for now but now will likely be a short time with this
boy in my bed and the aphrodisiac miracle of "Greek Fire" in my system.

When my body allows me to I roll close to Craig to lie in a spoon position
with him like I've done with boys since I was younger than he is
now. Slipping my arms around him I nip at an earlobe then murmur in his
ear.

"Are you okay love? I didn't hurt you did I?"

His husky giggle instantly reassures me.

"Hurt me? No way! You got me turned on and up again when you fucked
me. Here feel this!"

Reaching back he guides my hand round to his crotch and sure enough his
cock has stiffened up fully. Whether my cock or the lube did it I don't
know or care but I'm pleased the magic's working.

"I'm glad you're ready again love because I want to suck your cock and find
out what your cum tastes like. Just give me a while to get myself together
and I'll show you how good I am at giving head. Now do you mind if we talk
a while before we do each other again?"

"Sure whatever you say!"

"Have you got a boyfriend Craig?"

He giggles softly at my words.

"A boyfriend? Well Don more like boyfriends. I like to get it while I can."

"Nobody special then?"

He wriggles his taut arse back against me and already that's enough to get
my cock tingling and hardening.

"Well I suppose you could say Sammy Orr was a bit special. He's like me; a
real get it while you can boy."

"So what's happened with him?"

"Well moving here meant I had to move school so I won't get to see him much
if at all now."

I'm enjoying getting a picture of Craig's sex life and talking about it is
getting me horny all over again.

"What about men?"

"Well you're a man and you're pretty hot!"

"No I mean any other men than me?"

He turns his head to look over his shoulder at me and this time looks just
a little serious.

"Men tend to be careful around boys like me Don. They get scared of ending
up in gaol as a "paedo" don't they? There've been a couple or so though."

"Did you ever get fucked by a teacher Craig? Come on and spill the beans."

Talking dirty like this has got me fully up and hard again and my
erection's pressed up against the crease of Craig's buttocks. His hand
reaches back and guides my hand around to his hard-on again.

"Thinking about it get you up does it? Yeah I went down on my gym master
then fucked him up the arse in a storage room. Jesus Don go down on me cos'
my cock feels like it's gonna burst if you don't."

"Your wish is my command love!"

Rolling him onto his back I settle between his widespread thighs and take
hold of his stiff cock. With my thumb and forefinger I slide back his
foreskin to free his swollen and cherry red helmet. I let a stream of
saliva trickle from my lips onto that lovely cock. Slipping my arms under
his thighs I clasp his lean hips as I take his cock into my mouth.

Clamping my lips tight on the barrel of his cock I bob my head up and down
in smooth strokes. As I hit a rhythm Craig's belly ripples and his rear end
shifts restlessly on my black satin sheets.

"Oh shit that feels good!"

His hands are clasping my head to urge me to go faster but I keep the pace
though pause occasionally to slide my tongue tip over that sensitive knob
end. Each time I do Craig gasps and heaves his hips up at me to thrust his
cock deeper. I can feel it just before he orgasms! His panting breaths
become faster and faster and his entire body shudders. Seconds later he
cums hugely!

His silky hot cum jets into my mouth and with each thrust of his hips
another wad delightfully floods my mouth. I greedily drink down his cream
until I've sucked him dry. Freeing my mouth, with a wet pop, from his
glistening cock, I lean on an elbow to smile at him.

"I guess the old gay fart can go down on a boy pretty good then?

His long dark lashes are lowered and he's looking at me from beneath them.

"Jesus yeah you suck cock something special Don."

He shivers as a sudden bead of white cream oozes from the slit of his still
semi erect cock. I drop my tongue down to it to lap it up. At that touch
Craig moans softly.

"Craig love I want to, no I'd love to fuck you again, only this time from
the front. If you're not sore I'm ready now."

He interlaces his fingers behind his head and smiles lazily at me.

"Sore no? Ready yes and any time you want."

He spreads his thighs wider and lifts his legs to allow me access as I ease
forward between his buttocks. Lubricated with a mix of "Greek Fire" and my
cum cream I push my way deep into his welcoming tightness and clamp hold of
his smooth muscled thighs. I'm as aroused as I've been for years by his
lean smooth skinned body as I hammer my cock in and out like a machine.

I last a lot longer this time! My hard body's sweating lightly as the first
heat rises from my balls to climb the hard rod of my cock. Ploughing him
even harder though slower I let out a hoarse roar of release as my cum
explodes into him like an erupting volcano. My eyes are screwed shut as I
grunt and moan out the final ecstasy of a magnificent orgasm. Drained dry I
lay collapsed upon Craig till he stirs and somehow manages to roll me off
him and onto my back.

Moments later he's laid across me kissing my mouth feverishly while
stroking my body with his eager hands.

"Jesus Don I never felt anyone cum so hard. Are we done?"

"Mmmm maybe not with you here love. How do you feel about one more go
around?"

Pillowed on my chest he smiles at me wickedly.

"Well just maybe I can but I'll need a little encouragement. How about
you?"

"Me too love so why don't we play with each other's cocks and see what
happens?"

His long supple fingers close around my cock while my hand reaches out to
stroke and caress his. I trail my fingers over the silky skin of his inner
thighs and the velvet flesh of the sack that holds his balls. Before too
long the effects of my work becomes apparent. His slender cock has
stiffened and gone erect. It takes me a little longer and some more vigour
from Craig.

"Harder love you'll have to go harder!"

Soon after that though his hand works its magic and I'm hardening nicely.

"Ah that's good Craig love. Now for a finish up how about we have a 69er?
I've drunk your cum so it's time you tasted mine."

Craig's sat up on my bed toying with his hard-on and gazing at my now full
blown one.

"So how good do I taste Don?"

"Like honey and cream love believe me!"

"Sorry I don't believe that but I sure want to swallow your cum!"

I stretch out flat on my bed so that Craig can straddle my head. As his
cute arse lowers I first use my tongue on that pucker I've entered twice
now. When my tongue tip explores it he shivers all over. Cupping his
buttocks in the palms of my hands I ease him down until his cock passes
between my lips. When that's done his head bows down and my cock's deep
inside his mouth.

We're like one body welded together as we suck on each other and lap and
lick at bloated cock helmets. I need to cum so badly my rigid cock aches
fiercely while Craig's head bobs up and down like a machine. In turn I suck
on him as I wrap my arms around his body and lock my legs around his
neck. It's like I have him in a wrestling hold as he bucks hard and fires
off his load into my mouth.

With his thick cream pumping out I finally get the relief I desperately
need and my orgasm explodes in a glorious electrical blast as my juice
sprays into Craig's mouth. Locked together we work away till we've drained
each other dry. He's barely the strength left to roll off me and onto his
back. I've barely the strength to speak; but I do!

"I'm done love! This gay old fart needs a rest. Like a week's rest the way
I feel now."

"Me too Don. I reckon you could rub that lube all over me and I still
couldn't get it up again. What time is it?"

The only thing I've got on is my wrist watch so I can hold out my arm for
him to read the time. Craig looks woozy but he manages to sit up.

"Jesus has time flown! I guess I better get back home."

"First you shower Craig love. This room smells of nothing but cum cream. Oh
and we shower separately just in case things get steamy in the shower."

I get my legs under me as I step off the bed, tug him to his feet, and slap
that lovely taut rear to get him moving. After we're both cleaned up and
I've cologne sprayed us both we get dressed.

"I'll let you out the front door if you can get into yours."

"You've seen what I'm wearing Don I haven't got a door key. I'll have to go
over the garden wall."

So I walk him back down and into my garden and tote a rustic wooden bench
over and up against the wall for him to stand on. Before he goes though I
really need to ask him the crucial question so I do just that and ask.

"Are we going to do this again Craig?"

"Jesus of course we are Don. I love having sex and you're an A+ in bed. I
can come over the garden wall any time you're ready. I'll give you my cell
phone number so you can text me for our next session."

 I stand on that bench and give Craig a boost up onto the top of the wall
were he sits facing me and all of a sudden I can see his face fall.

"What's up Craig?"

"Oh Jesus I just remembered. On Monday me and mum and dad are going away on
holiday to Florida for three weeks. Bugger I forgot all about it with what
we got up to. I'm real sorry, gotta go, it's only three weeks and when I'm
back we'll make up for lost time."

He drops out of sight and I'm standing there thinking that I've just found
the hottest sexiest boy I've had in my bed for years and in two days I lose
him for three weeks. How am I going to stand three weeks without my new boy
Craig?