From: an522242@anon.penet.fi (boys-stir-us (boisterous))
Reply-To: an522242@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun,  7 Jul 1996 16:20:16 UTC
Subject: Rooms With A View (M/b, pedo)

Warning:  The following fictional story contains depctions of men and
boys engaged in sexual activity.  If you are under 18 years of age or
would be offended by material of this nature, please read no further--
I didn't write it for you anyway.  If you find stories of this nature
appealing and if you are able to separate fantasy (such as this story)
from reality, this one's for you.  As always, comments welcome,
though, I've got pretty thick skin, so don't bother flaming me.


                     Rooms With A View
                      By Boys-stir-us

     Alan's second story bedroom window was just across from
Jeremy's.  He had lived in the house for six months before he had
been in the bedroom early enough to notice the boy preparing for
bed.  Earlier that evening he had seen Jeremy playing catch with the
baseball in his backyard.  A friend of his was spending the night.
     Alan was just getting an X-rated gay video from the stash
under his bed when he saw movement across the way.  He quickly
shut the light off in his own bedroom and crept to the window.  The
shades--even the window itself--were open.  The overhead light was
on, and within he could see the two boys standing toe to toe in their
Hanes having a pillow fight. Less than 25 feet separated the two
houses, so Alan could see quite well--well enough to know that
Jeremy had a very small erection bulging from his shorts.  The older
kid did not.
     Alan knelt at the window and touched his own erection,
confident that he could not be seen by the boys.  A moment later the
door opened and Jeremy's mother entered.  Alan could hear her
scold the boys.  They both laughed and acted nonchalant about
being caught in their underpants.  Even with an obvious erection,
Jeremy did not seem upset.
     Then the lights were shut off and he could no longer see into
the boy's bedroom.
     Jeremy was a handsome boy who had just finished fourth
grade.  He had shoulder length, straight brown hair and freckles
across the bridge of his petite nose.  His body was sleek and
tanned, with no trace of body fat.  It was the summer of his 10th
year.  The kid was sort of brash and high energy.  Alan often heard
his parents reprimanding him for not following rules or using common
sense.  The kid was, in the very least, self-confident.
     After that night, Alan made it a point to be in his bedroom with
the lights out when the boy went to bed. He thrilled to the sight of
the vibrant young body.  The boy slept in his Hanes, apparently
changing them in the morning (if at all), rather than at night.  
     One night the boy was sitting on his bed in his underpants
reading a comic book.  Alan was at the window with field glasses,
which enabled him to see every wrinkle of the boy's shorts. Without
warning Alan sneezed.  The boy was startled and he looked keenly
at the open window.  Alan stayed frozen in place, hoping the kid
couldn't see him.
     The boy went back to reading but he kept looking at the
window.  After a minute, the boy shifted his weight and Alan could
plainly see the outline of his 3 inch erection.  After a few minutes,
the mom again entered the room and Jeremy calmly covered his
crotch with his comic book.  Soon afterward, the light was shut off.
     The very next night, Jeremy sat on the bed in his underpants
reading a comic book.  He was sitting cross legged.  Alan was
nervous because the kid looked at the window several times. Still,
wild horses could not have dragged him away from the window.
     Jeremy put the book on his pillow, then slipped his underwear
off.  He quickly rolled onto his stomach.  Alan got a brief glimpse of
the boy's circumcised erection.  From the profile view he got, he
could see that the boy's buttocks were surprisingly rounded and
shapely.  Jeremy wiggled his hips into the mattress quite a bit.  Then
he slipped one leg off the bed and Alan could see the boy's enticing
cleft.  Crouching in the dark with field glasses trained on the boy's
hairless buttocks, he began to rub his adult erection.
     Then the kid awkwardly slid up and shut off the bedroom light. 
The way he moved kept Alan from seeing the boy's erection.  Then
the kid came to the window and stood very still before it.  In the dim
light, he could see the boy was holding his cock.  He was looking
right at Alan.  Alan slid back from the window a little deeper into the
shadows.  His pulse raced.
     After a few minutes, the boy got a look of disappointment on
his face and went to his bed.  He did not turn his light back on.  Alan
rested poorly that night.  All he could think about was the spunky 10
year old next door.
     Alan was in the back yard the next day digging thistles from
his thick lawn.  They lived on the edge of a pasture and thistles were
a constant problem.  As he knelt and dug to get the roots from a well
established thistle, he became aware of someone standing behind
him. 
     When he looked up, his heart nearly burst.  Jeremy stood
right next to him wearing Speedo swimwear and nothing else. The
boy's nylon covered crotch was at eye level and Alan quickly noted
the small but enticing bulge.  He looked further, past the yet
undeveloped, slender stomach lines that showed the organization of
his internal organs. The boy's ribs were like inward turned birds
wings.  His nipples were mere specks of darker flesh--small areolas
and even smaller erect nubs.  There was no hair on his legs, none
under the slender arms, none on his vibrant cheeks.  There was a
big smile on his face.
     "Mr. Weston, can I help you?"
     "Why would you want to do that, Jeremy?"
     "Bored, I guess.  Mom and Dad are gone for the afternoon
and I've got nothing to do."
     "It looks like you are going swimming."
     "Naw.  I just hate wearing clothes.  Sometimes I wish I never
had to wear them."
     Alan couldn't forget the crotch right in front of him even if he
had wanted to.  That crotch, and the supple glowing flesh of the pre-
teen boy made him bold enough to say, "I know what you mean.  I
don't usually wear clothes around the house."
     "Really?"
     "Only when it's hot of course."
     "Wow.  So instead of a nudist camp, you've got like a nudist
house, right?"
     "Not really," Alan said, dropping his hand shovel.  "I only go
nude when I'm home alone.  When people come to visit, we all wear
clothes."
     "Oh," the boy said in a disappointed sigh.  Then he perked up
again.  "Our bedrooms are right across from each other.  Did you
know that?"
     Alan felt his cheeks flush.  "Yes, I guess I did."
     "Don't get mad at me, but sometimes I look to see if I can
catch you undressing."
     "Why would you do that?"  In his mind, Alan reached out and
groped the boy's crotch.  In reality he looked hungrily at it, then
looked away.
     "Well, I'm really skinny and still a kid.  I was thinking I could
get an idea of what I'll look like once I'm all grown up. Especially,
you know. . .my cock."
     Alan couldn't think of a response because he was so shocked
by the boy's bold and crude language.
     "Hey, Jeremy!" a voice called from the boy's driveway.  It was
Eric, an older friend who looked perhaps 12 years old, on his bicycle.
     "Hi,"  the boy answered.  "I'll be right there." He rubbed his
crotch.  "I guess I've gotta go."  He took a couple of steps, then
turned again.  "Do you ever look into my room?"
     Alan almost denied it.  He didn't, though, because he was
getting strong sexual overtones from the kid.  "Well, maybe I do
sometimes," he admitted shyly.
     "My dad says it's wrong to peek at other people, but maybe it
wouldn't be wrong if they took turns."
     "Jeremy!" Eric called impatiently.
     "Don't get your balls in an uproar," Jeremy called to his friend. 
"Anyway," he said to Alan, "I've got to go."
     "I'll look forward to seeing you more."
     "Cool," the kid said, striding across the lawn, his scantily clad
buttocks bouncing with his energetic stride.
     Alan called after him, emphasizing his words, "Maybe tonight."
His head was spinning andhe felt a recoil of terror from his lust-
enhanced boldness.
     The boy turned and quickly reached a hand down the front of
his Speedos to adjust himself. He smiled, knowing that the man had
seen him do it.   "I'd like that."
     And the kid was gone.  Alan forced himself to dig more
thistles out by the root, though kneeling on the ground was much
less comfortable with a raging erection.  He heard Eric say to his
younger friend, "Jesus, you're almost naked."
     "Let's go inside and get rid of that 'almost' bullshit," the boy
responded loudly.
     "Your folks ain't home?"
     "We've got a couple of hours."
     They disappeared into the back door of Jeremy's house.  Alan
wished he could follow them. His instincts told him there was going
to be some masturbation going on in there.
     That night Alan read in his bedroom until Jeremy turned on
the light in his room.  Alan walked around a little, then shut the light
out.  Jeremy quickly stripped to his underwear and found reasons to
walk back and forth across the room.  Alan crept to the window and
raptly watched the lithe body parade before him.  After a few
minutes, the boy went to the wall switch and shut off the light.
     Alan crouched in the darkness until he realized the boy stood
at the window.  Though he knew it was a dangerous game, he felt
no choice.  He had to play.  He went to the wall switch for the
overhead light in his room and turned it on.  Then he took off his
shirt and pants and walked back and forth in the room.  He had no
doubt that the boy had his face against the screen watching him.  He
stopped in front of the window, and staring right at the dark bedroom
window next door, he rubbed his crotch.  He felt as though his
erection would burst.  Then he turned his back, stripped off his
underwear, and walked to the light switch, showing his hairy butt. 
He turned it off and crept back to the window.
     A few seconds later, the light went on next door.  Jeremy sat
on the bed, rubbing himself through his Hanes.  Then he stood,
turned his back to the window and stripped his shorts off.  Alan gaze
lustily upon the pale and slender globes of flesh the boy presented to
him. Jeremy walked to the center of the room and stood with his
hands on his hips and his pelvis thrust forward so his proud three
inch erection was displayed for Alan's eyes.  The glans was a
perfect miniature of his own--though the boy's was exposed, unlike
Alan's.  He thrust his hips obscenely a few times, then he went to
the light switch and again turned it off.
     Alan was nearly mad with lust.  He turned on the overhead
light in his room and stood with his hard cock proudly displayed. 
After a moment, he began rubbing it, slowly manipulating his erection
for the boy's watching eyes.  It felt good and he found himself giving
in and stroking fully on his uncut cock.  He decided he would
ejaculate for the boy.
     He was stunned a moment later when he heard the doorbell. 
He quickly got dressed and was on the stairs when the doorbell rang
a second time.  He turned the light on the front porch but there was
no one there.  He shut off the light and rushed to the back door,
which entered through the kitchen.  He peered out through the
curtain on the door and saw Jeremy standing there.  Without turning
on the light, he swung the door open.
     "Hi," the fully dressed boy said pleasantly.
     "Hi.  Aren't you supposed to be in bed?"
     "Mom's got friends over and they're busy getting drunk.  I told
her I was going to the convenience store on the corner to get a
candy bar.  Can I come in?"
     "Sure," he said, grabbing the boy's wrist and pulling him
quickly across the threshold.  He locked the door securely behind
them. He turned to face the boy who leered confidently at him.
     "You look a lot like my uncle.  He is pretty hairy and his cock
has that extra skin, too."
     "Your uncle," he asked, puzzled.
     "I visited him in California last summer.  He taught me about
sex."
     "Jesus," Alan said, running his hand through his hair.
     "I miss him a lot.  Messing around with Eric ain't the same. 
All he wants to do is beat off.  He's a kid and he don't know what to
do.  He freaked out when I tried to suck him. Called me a queer.
Besides, he has a little cock like me."
     "Well, are you a queer?" He asked the question in a neutral,
matter-of-fact voice.
     The boy looked up sharply, and in an almost defiant voice
said, "I miss my uncle a lot.  If that makes me gay, then I guess I'm
gay." Then he stared pointedly at Alan.  "What about you?"
     "I have no doubts about being gay," Alan said quietly.  
     "Well then, want to go to your bedroom?  Only tonight, please
pull the shade."
     Alan laughed.  "Follow me," he said simply and bounced up
the stairs with the 10 year old boy at his heels.
     He pulled the shade and turned to the handsome boy.  "What
sort of things did you and your uncle do?"
     "Well, we were only together for two weeks, but I think we did
almost everything."
     Alan pulled his tee shirt off.  "Did you suck his nipples?"
     Jeremy wrinkled his nose, losing just a touch of his self-
confidence.  "No." The boy squared off to the man and pulled his
shirt off, also.  "But I did suck his balls, and mostly his cock."
     Alan liked the kid's matter of fact attitude toward his
questions.  The slender man unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. 
"And did he suck you?"
     "He jacked me off a few times."
     "Did you eat his come?"  Alan stripped off his jeans and
shorts and stood in the center of the well lighted room with an
oozing, throbbing 6 inch erection. Because of its girth it looked much
larger than Jeremy's.
     The boy stared open-mouthed for a moment, then licked his
lips.  "For the first 7 or 8 days.  Then he started coming up my butt. 
He liked that a lot more." The boy slid his jogging shorts off and
stood naked before the man, his hands at his sides to display his
slender three inch erection.  His body trembled in anticipation.   He
had a pink, floppy scrotum and no pubic hair. The smooth flesh over
his pubic bone was slightly rounded, adding just a touch of feminine
appeal to his narrow hips.   "So, do you want me to suck you or
would you rather stick it in me?"
     "You sound like you're in a hurry."
     "Well. . .I did tell Mom I was going to the store.  That usually
only takes about five minutes.  If I take too long, she'll give me hell."
     Alan stepped closer to the boy and reached out to touch his
nipple. "M-m-m," the kid said as he smiled.  The kid was about 4' 10"
and Alan was only 5' 10", so they were not standing eye to eye.. 
Alan grabbed his own cock in one hand and the boy's slender cock
in his other.  By bending at the knees, he was able to bring the
knobs together, producing yet another murmur of pleasure from the
oversexed 10 year old as his foreskin moved like silk on the kid's
purple knob.
     "I don't think I can decide," Alan said somewhat dreamily.
"Which one would make you come back for more?"
     "Either way.  You're so cool looking!?"  Jeremy's voice was
sounding reedy.  He was staring at the tips of their erections as they
rubbed together in frictionless heat.  The man was oozing amazing
amounts of natural lubricant--clear pre-come. He poked the kid's
smaller glans inside his foreskin.
     "Cool!" Jeremy exclaimed.
     "Well, how about if I suck you?"
     "You mean it?  Really?" The boy's smile showed beautiful,
though seemingly oversized front teeth.
     Alan dropped to his knees and the kid was almost instantly
clawing at Alan's hair and straining onto his tiptoes. Alan licked the
length of the shaft, conforming his tongue to the smooth column of
still-developing manhood.  He tickled behind the hairless balls and
the kid groaned.
     When Alan became afraid the kid would orgasm instantly, he
quickly engulfed the smooth, over-inflated purple glans into his
mouth and suctioned hard.  When the kid gasped but didn't shoot,
Alan began to work his tongue and lips on the  glans and about two
inches of the shaft.
     "I'm gonna come, Mister.  Oh, oh, oh, Oh! Oh!  AGH!" And the
kid went over the edge, as his dry orgasm sent powerful messages
to the boy's brain. Alan kept sucking until the sensation became too
intense and the kid began tugging and saying, "Stop.  Shit, please
stop!"
     Alan swallowed and stood up.  The boy looked at him with a
glazed, disoriented expression.  He smiled.  "Thank you, Mister."
     "I just took your cock in my mouth.  I think you can call me
Alan."
     "You've got a nice cock, Alan," the boy cooed as he grasped
the stout member in his small fist.  Just then they both jumped as
they heard voices and the slamming of car doors.  They both went to
the window in time to see a car pull out of Jeremy's driveway.
     "Shit.  I've got to go.  Sorry to leave you like this."
     "That's okay as long as you come back tomorrow."
     Jeremy was stumbling into his jeans.  "If I can."
     "If you don't I'll die."
     At the bedroom doorway, Jeremy turned and chirped in his
just-changing voice, "I'll be in my room in a minute or so.  When I
turn off my light, will you jack off for me?"
     Surprised, all Alan could manage was, "Okay."  He sat on the
bed and though he did not stroke himself, he could not help but hold
his throbbing cock.  It was about three minutes before the light went
on in his bedroom and the boy came prancing in.  He smiled at the
window in the darkened bedroom across the way.  Alan's cock
surged even more.  
     Then the kid was naked and his dick was hard again.  He sat
on the bed and stroked it a little.  Then he stood, facing away from
the window and stuck his butt way out.  Using both hands, he tugged
his cheeks wide apart, giving an unabashedly lewd view to his
neighbor.  One of his fingers edged closer and closer to his pink
target.  Alan thought he would spontaneously ejaculate as the boy
slid his middle finger into his rectum without lubricant.  He wiggled it
around some, then pulled it out and shut off the bedroom light.
     Alan flipped on the overhead light in his room, then went to
the center of the floor, his cock in one hand.  He flailed at it with
near desperation.  His orgasm was only a minute or so away.  His
balls were tight and barely bouncing as his hand rode the skin of his
cock.  He was surprised to notice a light dancing around the room. 
He looked across the way and saw that Jeremy had a big flashlight
and was trying to hold the beam on Alan's cock, like a spotlight. 
Alan walked right up to the screen on the window and shot his load
into it.  Because of its thickness, the semen did not pass through like
water would have.  Thick clumps slid down the screen to puddle on
the sill.  When he was finished, globs remained on the screen and
the light caught them.  He heard Jeremy say, "Wow."  Then it was
lights out in both bedrooms.

     Alan sat up in bed in fear.  He had heard a noise.  He looked
at the clock beside his bed.  It was 4:30 a.m.  Then he heard it
again, a squeaking sound, like someone was climbing the stairs.  He
remembered that the kid had left and he had not gone to lock the
door behind him.  Pulling on his underpants, he stealthily went down
the stairs and checked the back door.  It was unlocked.  He locked
it, then went back to his bedroom, navigating carefully in the dark. 
He had just settled onto the bed and turned on the lamp on the
nightstand when Jeremy, naked and aroused, walked into the room. 
He was carrying a jar of Vaseline in his hand.
     "Jeremy," Alan said, his tone not entirely a greeting.
     "Sorry I couldn't wait.  Just grease my butt while I get you
hard."  He handed the Vaseline to Alan, then pushed on the man's
hairy chest.  Alan lay back, already feeling his cock filling with blood. 
The kid climbed into what might have become a 69 position had he
not pressed his own erection into the man's chest hairs.  Jeremy's
slender legs were spread wide and by craning his neck, Alan could
see the boy's very tight looking anus. Jeremy instantly began licking
the man's cock and balls.
     When Alan brought his hand across the smooth, velveteen
flesh of the boy's butt, he didn't stop until his fingertip touched the
orifice.  Upon contact the boy lifted his head and moaned in
pleasure. He had a firm grip on Alan's suddenly-hard cock.  A
moment later, he tried to take the man's cock  into his mouth.  All he
could get was the glans.  He began licking and sucking vigorously.
     Alan just sat and held on for dear life for a moment.  Then he
got a big gob of Vaseline on one finger and began rubbing the length
of the boy's crack.  When he slid a finger inside the rectum, Jeremy
jumped, sending the cock too deep and making him gag.  He
recovered quickly, and began wiggling his hips.  Alan worked the
finger in and out, amazed at how small the opening was.  Alan was
mashing his own erection and balls into the man's hairy chest.  He
inserted two fingers.  The boy's butt was tight yet it was quick to
accommodate the second finger. The kid was eager.
     He lifted his head from the oozing cock and asked,  "How do
you want me?"
     Alan scissored his two fingers in the tight passage. He had
never fucked a kid and was amazed at how much smaller a boy's
opening was than an adult's.  "What do you mean?"
     "On my back, hands and knees, standing up?"  He was
stroking the man's wet cock and wiggling his butt against the two
invading fingers.
     "Face down," Alan grunted.  Without removing his fingers, he
partly lifted the boy and slid out from under him.  He quickly moved
into position over the boy.  Jeremy lay on his stomach with his legs
spread wide.  His head was turned to the side and he looked
innocent.  But he was vulnerable and had fully surrendered.  His
eyes were wide and his lips were glistening and parted.
     Alan eased his fingers out and greased his erection with
Vaseline.  His balls were pulled tight and were churning mightily.  He
hunkered down to bring his glans into the boy's cleft.  The spread
cheeks touched his glans on either side, so he had to burrow a little
to connect with Jeremy's anus.
     As he steadily applied pressure, Jeremy let out a soft moan in
his not-yet adult voice.  Alan continued to press but still made no
penetration.  He was afraid his shaft would snap in two.  "You're too
tight," Alan said at last, easing off the pressure.
     "You're about the same size as my uncle. . .you just have to
sort of poke at it."
     "I don't want to hurt you," Alan said huskily.  Despite his
orgasm from jacking off, he was very aroused.  He rubbed his glans
up and down the crack.
     "Do it.  Fuck me, Alan."
     Alan didn't need further encouragement.  He poised for entry,
then jabbed forward sharply, driving his fat cock into the boy's tight
orifice.  The kid cried out and thrashed his arms and legs, tossing his
head from side to side.   Alan kept the two inches of his cock inside
the kid, but waited for him to get used to it before pressing forward.
     Jeremy's cries faded to whimpers.  Then the kid began lifting
his hips to press against the cock, propelling it slightly deeper.  Alan
assisted the process, pressing into the fist-tight hole.  He pressed
forward until his progress slowed, then withdrew a little.  when he
pressed forward again, Jeremy mewled like a happy cat.  Alan went
to the hilt in a slow and steady plunge.
     He ground his pubic bone into the boy's tail bone.  With one
hand, he grabbed Jeremy's hair to pull his head to one side, then
licked across his ear. His passion became paramount, so he
released the boy's hair and put his weight on both hands.  He began
gyrating his hips.  Jeremy said, "That feels good."
     Alan needed no further encouragement.  He began bucking
his hips to propel his cock inward in a strong thrust.  The hot
pressure on his cock was the greatest sensation he'd ever
experienced.  At the bottom of each thrust, the boy grunted in pain
and pleasure.  Alan was grateful that he had orgasmed earlier in the
day, for it made this experience last longer.
     Jeremy was noisy with cooing and moaning in his enthusiastic
surrender to the mighty phallus as the experience filled up his
senses.  The pain and pleasurable tingles in his anal region were
even more dramatic than when his uncle had fucked him.  Of
course, his uncle had been much less gentle about the process. 
And Alan seemed to keep fucking for ever.  His uncle had never
lasted more than 4 or 5 minutes.  The erection the boy had lost upon
penetration gradually returned.  It chafed against the sheets as his
ass was rocked, sending even more electric tingles of pleasure to his
brain.
     The loud creaking of the bed springs increased in tempo as
did the boy's whimpers, coos, and moans.  As the passion became
white hot and Alan could no longer relax his muscles, the headboard
began banging against the wall.  The last dozen thrusts before his
ejaculation were totally unrestrained.  He drove into the kid with flesh
slapping intensity.  Then he threw his head back, cried out, and
spurted his seed into the 10 year old boy's rectum.
     When his passion passed, Alan rolled onto his side, pulling
the kid with him so his slackening cock remained inside the boy. His
fingers closed around the boy's erection and he began to work  the
cock with a fluid motion.  Jeremy said, "Jesus," and a moment later
he stopped breathing and Alan could feel the pressure on his cock
as the boy's sphincter (and every other muscle) clenched.  His 80
pound frame spasmed in an intense dry orgasm.  Alan kept stroking
the cock until Jeremy had to grab his hand.
     Eventually the boy got to his feet.  Alan felt too weak to even
come to a sitting position.  Jeremy smiled an impish smile and said,
"I can hardly wait till tomorrow!"

THE END

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