Date: Wed, 18 Aug 1999 15:13:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: =?iso-8859-1?q?UKSW?= <ukstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys Next Door: Tad (part 4 of 4)

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All the usual warnings apply. If you're not old enough, not legal or not
interested in reading stories with a gay theme - don't read it.

This is based on the Australian soap "Neighbours" and a selected few of the
rather gorgeous male characters who star in it. If you've never heard of
the programme, there's plenty of web sites out there with pictures so that
you get the proper image of the guy's I'm talking about! You're on the look
out for the following characters Billy (Jesse Spencer), Lance (Andrew
Bibby), Paul (Jansen Spencer) and Tad (Johnathan Dutton).

Feedback is always appreciated. Comments good or bad can be sent to me at
ukstories@yahoo.com and I'll do my best to get back to your as quickly as
possible! You could always grab my attention immediately the next time I'm
online with ICQ! My number is 45862060. However you do it, I promise to
send the URL of the new UKSW website.

P.S. Don't make any assumptions about the actors' sexual preference from
this - it's all just made up!

The programme and its characters are trademarks of and copyright Grundy
International Operations BV.

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Boys Next Door: Tad

This was going to be Tad's first summer in the city, and he was looking
forward to it! The sun was streaming through the window of the kitchen as
he stood at the sink getting a glass of water. He watched the light
reflecting on the cold, but inviting swimming pool, and thought about how
to arrange the biggest pool party number 30 had ever seen.

It was absolutely perfect. He would have the house and the pool all to
himself - and however he invited to hang around with him - just about
everyday this summer until he had to go back to school. His cousin and
guardian, Toadie, would be working either at the radio station or the pub,
Joel was getting some extra cash working in a new sports store and Sarah
had just started her new job at the hospital. Tad smiled to himself as he
thought about all the fun he could get up to with those three out of the
way.

He was brought back down to earth again just as the tap surged a great gush
of water all over the front of him. Tad stood their in the middle of the
kitchen dripping wet. His bright orange sleeveless T-shirt and blue and
white stripped boxers soaking. He silently cursed Lou Carpenter, the
landlord who lived across the street for not having the damn thing checked
after it had done the same thing to Joel two weeks ago.

Tad went into the laundry to get a towel and get out of his wet clothes. He
peeled off his cut off T-shirt, revealing his developing body. A little
muscle tone just starting on his chest, his skin smooth, a little paler
than his face and arms. His nipples were medium sized, just in proportion
with his chest, light, almost pinky coloured. He threw the wet cotton into
the laundry basket and moved his hands down to his sides, hooking his
thumbs inside the waistband of his soaking wet boxer shorts. Tad slipped
his boxers down his legs, just starting to develop a layer of dark hair all
over them. His thighs were still smooth though. In between his legs, his
balls, still not a hair on them, hung low down, straining the skin of his
sac. Over the top his limp dick, quite fat, with hair, creeping up from the
explosion of black pubes around the base of his shaft. He flicked the wet
shorts up from the ground with his foot, grabbed them and threw them into
the basket along with the rest of the dirty clothes that everyone had
peeled off that morning.

Grabbing hold of the nearest towel he could find that had been thrown into
the laundry by one of his housemates before they left for work, Tad brought
the soft material up to his face and started to dry himself off. He inhaled
deeply through the towel, sensing a familiar smell. He did it a second
time. His whole body twitched slightly. The musky, yet refreshing smell was
Joel. His athletic 20 year old housemate who had been like a big brother to
him since he'd move in.  A third breath and he could feel that familiar
stirring in his dick. Tad kept moving the towel around, taking in each
scent he could manage.

His balls tingled as they began to rise upside his body as his fat dick
starting working it's way up to a full erection. Tad moved the towel around
one more time and got the one scent he was hoping for. Musky, very musky,
almost sweaty, it was, he guessed, what Joel's crotch must smell like first
thing in the morning.  He recognised it from his own scent that he had
going on beneath his blanket when he woke up in the morning or after a long
hard session on top of his bed with a copy of 'Ambrosia'. Tad's head
started to spin. A million and one thoughts rushing through his
mind. Imagining what Joel had been rubbing against that towel only a couple
of hours before.

Despite having lived in the house for more than three months now, Tad had
never managed to get a glimpse of Joel naked. Although never admitting it
to himself, deep down, that was one thing he really wanted to do. He'd seen
Joel's firm and very well toned body in just a pair of Speedo's plenty of
times before. Tad knew that the package that he had seen supported by the
thin material was impressive, but he'd never been allowed even a fleeting
look. This scent of Joel on the towel that he was rubbing against his face
just made Tad want it even more.  He closed his eyes and right before him
he could see Joel standing in the bathroom. The same towel in his hands,
running it down his firm tanned body, swirling around each of his dark
brown nipples, moving it further down to his belly, picking up his scent on
the way. He rubbed the towel deep into his crotch. Running it all over his
black pubes, soaking up as much of the water from the fine hairs as
possible. Lifting his balls up, moving it beneath them.  Wiping away the
moisture underneath them, before taking his sac and patting it dry,
carefully rolling each one of his balls around on the towel. He lets them
slip back down between his legs as he moves the towel up to his limp
shaft. He takes hold of it, wrapped in the towel and jacks it back and
forth slightly. He feels the tube of flesh go slightly firm in his hand
with the movement.

Tad opens his eyes once again. Looking down at his prick, sticking straight
up from the mound of black hairs that surround it, big and meaty. Probably
bigger than most fifteen year olds. Runs in the family though. His foreskin
was stretched right back over the head of his cock, precum leaking out of
the tip, slicking up the head of his shaft, making it bright red and
shiny. He fell back slightly against the wall. It was cold against his
back. His soft ass cheeks pushing firmly against it just heightened the
feeling of the heat being generated by his big dick.

Taking a firm hold of the towel once again, Tad pushed it down his body,
just as he had imagined Joel doing, down and around his crotch. He grabbed
hold of his balls, now tight up against him, in the towel and just held it
there. Imagining that it was Joel, gripping him tightly, rolling his balls
around, stretching the skin down and releasing it.

He threw the towel across the floor of the laundry rooms and sunk to his
knees.  Looking down at his dick once again, he moved a hand around to the
front of him, and gripped it firmly in his right hand, pulling his foreskin
down as far as it would go. Stretching it hard over his head, feeling the
tightness of his skin.  His mouth dropped a little, those bright thick red
lips hot and moist, just begging for someone, anyone, to plant a series of
hard, wet kisses on them. His bright blue eyes glazed over, his imagination
lost in the erotic feelings that were taking over his entire body. His
light brown hair, with just slight streaks of dark blond clung against him
as his face, perfectly rounded, a few light freckles and a small button
nose became covered in a fine mist of the sweat that he was building up all
over his body.

Tad moved down onto the towel, spreading his whole body over it. Laying
down on top of it with his dick pressed hard against the same spot that he
guessed Joel had used to dry his dick and balls just a couple of hours
earlier. He placed both of his hands on the hard cold floor on either side
of the towel and heaved his highly aroused body up. Taking another look
down the length of his body, his dick, still churning out more precum than
Tad had thought possible was jutting up towards his belly. He pushed
himself back down on the towel again, forcing his foreskin to move up his
shaft before pulling down again. He began to thrust his cock against the
towel. Moving it slowly at first. Deliberately, thrusting gently, pulling
his foreskin up before letting it fold back down again. With each thrust he
could feel more and more of his precum leak all over his body, and he
imagined onto that special part of the towel.

It wasn't long before the fifteen year old lost all hold on what he was
doing.  He wasn't able to force himself to go slowly anymore. He could feel
a positively wild orgasm welling inside his balls. He felt them tingle as
they occasionally touched the towel draped on the cold hard floor beneath
on a downward thrust.  The feeling of the head of his shaft, exposed and
coming into contact with the clammy skin of his belly as it was thrust
forward was sending him crazy.

Tad started breathing heavily as the speed of his thrusts increased. Harder
and harder, faster and faster. Feeling his prick, like velvet covered iron
bar being forced to squeeze in and out of the tight space between his body
and the towel below. This he imagined, was the closest he could have come
to fucking another guy's ass, and he was loving every moment of it. Like a
tight hole gripping his prick with each movement. He imagined for a second
that it was his best friend Paul underneath him. That it was his tight
asshole that he was thrusting in to.  Slamming himself forward inside
him. Wanting to do deeper and deeper. Making a good try of it with each and
every thrust that violently pulled his foreskin down almost the length of
his shaft before bringing it right out of that hole, holding it just inside
and then ramming it all the way back in. He could hear in his head the
sound of his pubes mashing against the soft skin of Paul's pale ass, his
balls slapping against him just a few seconds after.

He pushed himself forward again and held it. Knowing what that feeling
meant.  Imagining he was holding his cock deep inside Paul. Wanting this
load that he was about to shoot to be going right inside him. Instead his
orgasm started and he shot wad after wad after wad onto his belly and the
towel beneath him.  Finally, after what seemed like forever, Tad's orgasm
subsided. He stayed for a moment on his belly. His hands pushed him up a
little way, allowing the last small dribbles of his seed to drip down into
the pool that had formed on the towel. Tad rolled himself back so that he
was once again on his knees at the end of the towel. He took hold of his
wet cock, covered in the sticky mixture of precum and cum. It was starting
to go limp as he put a couple of fingers on the sensitive head and massaged
the last remaining drops of the mixture into his shaft. Getting the last
few tingles of pleasure out of it. With one hand still on his shaft, he
moved the other down to his belly and began to rub in the shots that had
landed on his pale skin, rubbing it down to his crotch, covering his black
pubes with the mixture.

Then Tad did something that he'd always done after an orgasm really since
the third time he'd managed to shoot a load when he was twelve. He moved
his head down to the pool of cum on the towel, put his tongue out and
started to lap up his own cum. It tasted good and this was something that
Tad looked forward to at the end of every long session that he had with his
right hand. He had realised that if he 'cleared' the pools of cum that he
sprayed onto his sheets, it wouldn't stain. Besides, Tad really liked the
taste. Warm and salty. Better than anything else he'd ever tasted.

As he wiped away the last remaining bits of cum from his lips and threw the
towel, now covered not just with Joel's scent, but also a special mixture
of his own, and walked towards his bedroom to get dressed, he wondered
maybe if Paul wanted to spend the day with him beside the pool.

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So that's the end of the introductions. Find out what happens when they get
together in the installments to follow. Young guys always have more fun
when they're not on their own if you ask me! If you've liked what you've
seen so far, write to me: ukstories@yahoo.com or you can always ICQ me, my
number is 45862060. Either way, write to me and you get the URL of my web
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