Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2009 03:24:50 -0500 (EST)
From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com>
Subject: Tom and Mike-1

The following stories is about adult and a boy. If this offends you please
do not read it.



Chapter 1



Tom had his face pressed against the window. The house next to him had
finnally been sold, now the moving company was moving the belongings of the
new owners inside. He loved looking at the men moving boxes and furniture
inside. He felt his own biceps, true they were not as big yet as those from
the moving men, but for his age, he was quite developed. For a 15 year old
he had a nice body, if he flexed you could see the muscles under his skin
move. His hands moved over his chest and stomach, imagening how the bodies
felt of those guys.

"Tom! Dinner is ready!"

"Okay, Mum, be right there."

He cast a last look down and went downstairs.

"Have you seen the new neigbours already?" his mother asked.

"No, only guys from the moving company."

"Even Mrs. Henderson doesn't know who bought the house", his mother said,
" and you know her, she knows everything."

"So how was your day today?" She asked.

"O, well the usual, you know."

"Did you do your homework?"

"Yeah, I did, but I still have difficulties with maths."

His mother sighed, "sorry, Tom, you know I can't help you with that. You
really should asked your teacher."

Tom did not respond, he had asked his teacher so many times, but the old
fart just said that he had to pay more attention during the classes.

His mother looked at Tom with a worried look, if only his father would be
alive, he was good with figures, he could have helped him. His dad died
when Tom was only 4 years old.

Sometimes she missed him, like now, or when there was something that needed
fixing around the house. Apart from that she liked her life the way it was,
her office job, and of course Tom.



The next morning Tom opened his curtains, the sun was already shining, at
last Saturday, no school!

He gave his morning hard on a few wanks and walked over to the window. His
mouth dropped open when he saw the man. Was that the new neighbour? Wow,
the man only wore jockeys, he was with his back to Tom, his shoulders were
broad. When he turned Tom almost shot his load. The man had a very handsome
face, a mix between George Clooney and a Harrison Ford when he was in
Raiders of the lost Ark, one of his favorite movies. His chest was wide and
hairy. He would say that he was in his early forties.

Tom pressed his forehead against the window and looked down in his
neighbour's back yard.

The man ran his hand over his hairy chest, without knowing, Tom reached for
his own hard cock and started to wank it.

When the man's hand moved over his jockeys he gave his bulge a good
scratch, that was the moment Tom blew his load, right in his hand.

He licked the cum off his hand and with his dick in his hand he kept
looking.

The man started to do push-ups in the grass. His shoulders bulged everytime
he pushed himself up with the Jockeys tight around his hard butt.

In a distant Tom heard a phone rang. The man got up, quickly Tom stepped
away from the window as his new neighbour looked up.

Wow, what a guy, Tom thought, he knew he liked guys, not the guys of his
own age, but real man. Strong, handsome and with big cocks.

After a while, when he relealized that the the men wouldn't come back he
headed to the shower.

At least he got something to think about when we would jack off, he had
never seen a grown man naked before and this guy in just his briefs was the
closest thing he had ever seen. When he stepped under the stream he felt
his cock stir again. He closed his eyes and jacked off again, reliving what
he just had seen.



"Tom, got any laundry in your room? O, and bring that towel with you when
you're finished." his mother called out from the hallway.

She opened the door to his room.

"O my God" she said, the typical smell of a young guy struck her, "how many
time I'll have to say that he should open the window".

She let the fresh morning air in his room and looked around, she let out a
sigh and started to pick up some socks, underwear and t-shirts that laid
around the floor.

"Will he never learn?" she wondered, but still she shouldn't complain. Tom
was a good kid, never any problems, no drugs, no girls, no problems at
school. Deep down she felt sorry for him, having no father. She remembered
how close her brother was with her father when he was this age. Fishing,
hiking together, dad telling him the facts of life, having a beer together.

She startled when Tom tapped her shoulder from behind.

"No need to wash these", I pulled his running shorts out of her arms,
"Think I'll have a run this afternoon."

"O, yeah sure. You really should clean up this room."

"Yeah, yeah I know".

He got a new t-shirt from his wardrobe and pulled it on.

His mother watched him and noticed he was getting hairs his armpits, she
looked down to his white briefs, things were certainly bigger since the
last time she saw him naked.

She quickly looked the other way when he pulled down his shirt and got his
jeans on.

"Breakfast is ready if you want", she smiled at him and left with his
laundry piled up in her arms.



Mike had seen him allright, when he looked up he saw the kid back off. By
the looks of it the boy would be 15 or 16, just a perfect age. Yep, he was
looking forward to meet his neighbours.





Tom did clean his room, it was a good excuse to stay up in his room and
have a look outside hoping to catch his neighbour again. His room was at
the side of the house, from his window he could look into the room next
door and the hallway behind it. At the end of the hallway was the master
bedroom, same as in their house. However he had no luck.

Matt, his buddy from school called and inviting him over to his place this
evening. Since his parents weren't at home they could watch some DVD's.

"Sure, I'll be there."

"Perfect, we can watch some of my dad's special collection" Matt grinned.

Tom knew what that meant, blondes with big tits, hopefully there were some
real guys in it too.

He looked around his room, yeah it was a bit tidier now.Okay, he thought,
time to do some running.



He had ran his usual round, his shorts and shirt were all soaked, clinging
to his body. As he turned the corner he saw his mother chatting with the
new neighbour. He stopped running, resting his hands on his knees, trying
to steady his breath.

His mother waved at him.

He ran towards them.

"This is my son, Tom"

"Hi, Tom, I'm Mike"

Mike gave him a smile that made his knees buckle, he shook his hand, Mike
gave him a extra squeeze.

For a few seconds he was unable to speak.

"Hey, maybe sometime we can run together, I don't know this place yet, and
I don't want to get lost."

"Yeah sure, that would be great." Tom answered.

"Looks like you ran a good round"

Tom could only gave Mike a weak smile, Mike looked to good to be
true. Dressed in shorts and a tank top he looked impressive.

"He's a good runner" his mother said, "no matter what the weather is like
he always has his runs".

"I'm sorry, but my house is still a mess, otherwise I would have invited
you in to have a drink, Tom sure looks like he needs one."

"O, that's allright, maybe some other time." his mother answered.

"You can have a drink with us." Tom blurted out.

Mike gave him that big smile again.

"Yes, why not" his mother said, "come over, don't look at the mess, haven`t
cleaned yet".

"You should see my place."



As they walked over to Tom's house, she could hear Mike asking Tom how many
miles he ran and what other sports he was intrested in. Yeah, sports and
men, something she would never understand, good to have Mike around at
least Tom could talk about it with someone who understood all those things.



Mike sat down on the sofa, facing Tom.

When his mother left for the kitchen to get some drinks, Mike spread his
legs further apart and pulled his shorts a bit up.

Tom's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. Mike wasn't wearing any
underwear, he could see the side of his hairy balls coming out of his
shorts. Tom covered his crotch, he felt his cock starting to get hard.

"Here we are!"

Quickly Mike shifted in his seat and took the glas his mother handed over
to him.

"So how is school?" Mike asked.

"Allright" Tom answered, still covering his hardening cock, these shorts
were getting to small for him.

"Yes, he is doing fine, only have problems with maths."

"Maths, always been my favorite" Mike said, "if you want I could help you
with that."

"O, no we don't want to bother you with that." His mother replied.

"No really, I don't mind at all. I'm free most of the afternoons, I could
help you with your math homework. Just let me know." He smiled again "You
know where I live."

"That's great" Tom said, "you know I never get it."

"It's not that difficult, you just have to know the basics, but that's the
problem with most people, if you don't understand the basics you're lost."



Mike turned his attention back to his mother, he heard them talking about
the neighbourhood and work. Tom's mind was far away, imagening Mike leaning
over him when they studied his homework, feeling his breath in his neck,
feeling Mike's cock pressing against his back.



"Tom? Tom!"

"Oh, yes?"  he snapped out of his thoughts.

"Another drink, or are you going to have a shower first?" his mother asked
him.

God, his cock was about to explode, "I'll have a shower first."

"Good, another drink, Mike?"

"Yeah, just one more."

Tom did not dare to get up while his mother was in the room, if she was in
the kitchen he could get up quickly and turned around immediately so Mike
wouldn't notice his problem.

"Well, come on then" his mother said as she got up to get the drinks.

Tom waited till she was in the kitchen, he quickly got up and turned
towards the door.

"Tom."

Tom turned his head to Mike.

"I can't stay long, so I think I'll be gone by the time you're finished"
Mike extended his hand.

Shit, now he had to walk over to shake it.

"Nice to have met you, Tom."

"Likewise" Tom said as he walked over, keeping one hand before his crotch.

"You sure need that shower, look at those shorts, all soaked" Mike said as
they shook hands.

Tom lowered his face to the spot Mike eyes were staring at. His shorts
tented and a clear dark wet spot was visible.

"Hurry up before you mother sees it" Mike said in a low voice, "and
remember, I like maths."

Tom gave Mike a big smile, and stuck up both his thumbs.

Looking at Tom's bulge Mike licked his lips.

He heard his mother coming back, so he quickly turned and ran upstairs.

I stepped out of his shorts, his cock sprang up, all dripping and ready to
shoot. It only took a few strokes before he shot his load.