Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2007 17:11:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: peter w <pw2258@yahoo.com>
Subject: White Neighbor Boy 1 (M/t, oral, anal)

Finally, his family was gone.

Tony and his family had moved in two months ago.  His family shared a
duplex with me and my roommate.

My name is Michael.  I'm a 36 year old black man.  I'm 6'2, 170 pounds,
lean and with a great six-pack.  And I love boys.  Especially young white
boys.

And Tony was exactly my type.  He's 13 or 14, about 130 pounds, maybe 5'9,
with short blond hair.  And a killer ass.

Over the past two months, I've been watching them ... Tony, his mother, and
father.  There's another son.  I haven't caught his name yet, but he's
older.

He graduated from boot camp last weekend, and his parents drove down to be
with him.  And they left Tony all by himself.

He was supposed to be in bed by 9, keep the place clean, and go to school,
which is a couple blocks away.

Yeah, I've been listening too.  See, this used to be one big house, and
they divided it into two, making a duplex.  Some of the walls could take a
bullet, but others are paper thin, and you can hear everything.

A few minutes after they left, I heard him start playing video games, and I
was off.

I knocked on his door.  The sound of the game stopped, and he opened up.
He just had on a pair of droopy shorts and a white tshirt. Hot. "Hey Mike,
what's up?" he asked.

"Just seeing if you's ok," I told him.  "I hear you're gonna be the man of
the house for a couple days and wanna make sure my little buddy's ok."

He grinned and said "Yep. Wanna come in?" Oh fuck, I sure did.

"What are you playing?" I asked.  He said the name, but I wasn't paying
attention.  "So how do you play?" He took the controller and started in.  I
sat down in his chair, staring at his ass.

"Can I ask you something?" he paused the game.

"Sure T.  What's on your mind?"

"If you had the house to yourself for a week, what would you do?"

I tried not to laugh.  Since I lived alone, I always had the place to
myself. Well, I had a roommate, but he's a flight attendant, so I saw him
maybe a few times a month.  His room was not much more than a place to keep
his stuff without using a storage locker.

"I'd have all the boys over and have an orgy, that's what I'd do."

"Boys?" he asked.  How could he not know?

"Yup.  I like boys."

He thought for a minute, staring at the screen. "So Tre is your boyfriend?"

That time I did laugh. "Naw, he's just my roommate. He's got his own
boyfriend ... in just about every city in the country!"

"What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"

Well, he hadn't run screaming to the cops.  I may as well go with it, I
figured.

"Nope.  Not yet.  I'm working on it, though."

He put the controller down on the floor.  "I don't have one either."

"Have you ever messed around with a guy, Tony?"

He looked down and said he hadn't yet.

"Come here," I told him.

I sat him down on my lap and kissed him, using my tongue to open him up.

"Good boy."

I pulled away and grabbed at his shirt, ripping it off.  He looked scared,
and I told him not to worry. I took my shirt off and told him to get on the
floor on his knees.

I pulled my hardening cock out the leg of my shorts and told him to suck
it.  Seven inches long, and rather thick, it was more than a mouthful for
him.

He wasn't able to get more than a few inches in his mouth without gagging.
Yeah, it was definitely his first blowjob.  While he sucked, I looked
around the room and saw the coffee table. It looked sturdy. Good.

"Boy, that's enough for now.  I want that ass of yours."

He looked scared again.  "Strip." He fell back on his cute ass and said he
wasn't ready. "I'm ready. Strip."

He tried to get away. I grabbed his wrist and led him over to the coffee
table and ripped his remaining clothes off.  "Bend over."

He struggled, but did what he was told.  His pucker winked at me, and I
stick the head right up next to it.

"This will hurt. I'll go slow. Act like you're shitting a big turd out," I
told him.  I grabbed his hips and slowly forced my way in.  He kept begging
me to stop, saying he'd suck me all I wanted.  I kept going.

When I was all the way inside, I waited, holding him close and pumped my
cock.  "Here goes."

I fucked him slowly at first, in and out, twisting around to the sides just
a bit, loosening him up and getting him ready.  After maybe five minutes of
this, I started fucking him.  A few minutes in, I felt him push his ass
back to meet my cock. I knew I had him.

When I was almost ready, I asked him "You want my cream down your throat or
in your ass?"

"Just keep going."  Ass it is, then.

Rope after rope of thick creamy cum shot out of me, deep inside his ass,
and I loudly moaned.  Softer, so did he.

I reached around to feel his cock, and could tell he'd shot at least one
load, maybe more.

I didn't pull out.  Instead, I grabbed him by his hips and flipped him
around, picked him up, then sat back in the chair, still inside him.  He
had this dazed look like he didn't know what happened.

I leaned back and saw him looking down at his cock.  I got hard again and
started pushing up and down ... He got the hint, and started raising and
lowering himself, impaling himself on my cock.

Watching the hot action, it occurred to me ... I have this boy all to
myself for at least a week. I can do anything I want with him.

What should I do?

Should I continue? Or is this too crappy for words? Let me know!
pw2258@yahoo.com