Date: Sun, 03 Jan 2010 00:09:23 -0500
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Trash Next Door

			    THE TRASH NEXT DOOR
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I went to play in the back yard and of course, I went immediately over
to see the neighbors through the cyclone-wire fence that my Dad had built
between us and them. Mom had said the night before that we had new
neighbors, people had moved into the house next door. Of course, that only
meant one thing to Mom.
     "More white trash!" she sneered. "I do wish someone would buy that
place from him! God, he keeps renting it out, and always to the worst
people. Of course, have you been inside that place, my God, it's
disgusting!" And so on. The house next door belonged to Old Man Sanders,
and he rented it out to people. The house was old and not in the best of
repair, so he couldn't charge much. And as Mom pointed out, that meant he
kept renting it to people who, to her, were "the wrong sort." Mom talked
wistfully about buying the place ourselves and tearing the house down, but
Dad pointed out we could barely afford the house we had now, what would we
do with a second lot? Mom mentioned she could put in a rose garden on it,
and Dad's answer to that was, well, that was when they'd send me to bed or
up to my room to play, but you can guess what Dad thought about that.
     So we had new neighbors. The last couple had fought a lot, late at
night, I mean the kind where they threw stuff and shouted at each
other. You could hear them like alley cats in the night. The family before
that had had six kids, all of whom screamed nonstop while playing, and
their mother would yell from time to time, usually for them to cut that
out. I'd watch them at their play from my yard, me with my expensive toys,
things they didn't have but they didn't need them because they were making
magic with their pieces of wood and chunks of cardboard.
     Maybe these new neighbors wouldn't be nasty like those others, maybe
Mom would like them, and they'd have a kid my age I could play with, in my
yard. It was no fun playing alone all the time! Maybe Mom would like these
people.
     I went over to the fence, like I said (our houses were back to back so
I was looking into their back yard from my own), and there he was. Another
boy about my age, kneeling on the grass with a stick in his hand. I tried
to see what he was doing. There wasn't any mud where he was, and the stick
was clean. But he seemed to be stirring something. What?
     "Yow!" he said, dropping the stick and slapping at one knee, jumped up
and brushed at his legs.
     Then he saw me. "Hey!" he called out. He had dirty-blond hair (the
color, not dirty, that is), bright blue eyes, round, long cheeks and an
easy smile. He was a little taller than me, and quite a bit thinner. He was
wearing clothes that were old and looked comfortable, if not in the best of
shape, a t-shirt too big for him, the shorts were cut off from pants that
were also too large on him. My clothes were practically new and fit me
perfectly. I wish I'd had clothes like him, though, something you wouldn't
worry about getting messy.
     "What you doing?" I asked him through the interlocked snakes of wire.
     "Playing with ants." he said. "Only I stayed too long and they got
over and climbed on my legs. Ants bite if you give them a chance."
     "Yeah." I agreed. "They sure will."
     That was enough to get us talking. His name was Roy,he had an older
brother, Hector, or "Heck," and they lived with their father. His mother
had left soon after Roy was born, he didn't know if she died or just moved
away.
     I told him my name was Brandon, and about Mom and Dad and how I was an
only child. "Wish I could come over and play with you." I concluded. "But
Mom made Dad put up this fence." I ended forlornly. "And I'm not allowed in
the front yard or nothing, not after school."
     "I'll ask Heck what we should do." Roy said. We got up a game of ball
tossing it back and forth over the fence, but had to stop that when it
started getting dark.
     The next day after school (a private school, so I couldn't see Roy
there), I went out to the fence and Roy was there. "Did you speak to Heck?"
I asked.
     "Yeah." Roy said. "Come on over here."
     He led me to the bushes that grew not far from the next house
over. "Go in there." Roy urged me. "You'll see."
     I did and I saw, all right. The cyclone fence had a big hole cut in it
behind the bushes, where Mom wouldn't see. "Hey, great!"
     "Come on over, and we'll play!"
     I thought of something. "But Mom will see I'm in your back yard!"
     "Not if you come inside." Roy said cunningly.
     I thought it over. "Cool!" I'd hear Mom call and could crawl out of
the bushes like I'd been hiding in there.
     So through the bushes on my hands and knees, out through the hole (I
tore a hole in my shirt but didn't know it until later), and into Roy's
yard. "Come on, let's go play!"
     Roy took my hand and led me inside. All the way through his kitchen
and up the stairs to the upper floor and into a bedroom. "Here he is!" he
said to his big brother Heck.
     Heck was lying on the bed (it was his bedroom) and I goggled. He was
lying on his bed, completely naked! He had a light dusting of hair around
his dick, and it was growing into what would one day be a real whanger! He
had it in one hand, waggling it slightly and it was stiff! Maybe six inches
or so (he hadn't gotten his full growth like I'd said) and cut long, so
that the foreskin reached up to cover the flare of his glans so that only
an oval bulge of the slit stuck out over it. His muscles were still slender
but beginning to grow, his face bore an impish grin. "You ready to play?"
he asked us.
     "Yeah!" Roy said and ran over to the bed.
     "Play how?" I asked.
     "A really cool game!" Roy said. "Come on, Brandon, it'll be fun!"
     I walked over slower, and watched as Roy reached out, grabbed hold of
his big brother's cock and began to pump up and down on it. I'd touched
myself a time or two but never thought about someone else touching it for
me, much less jerking it up and down like Roy was doing for his big
brother! Heck leaned back on his elbows and moaned, but he was watching me
all wide-eyed as his little brother played with his dick.
     When I reached the bed, Heck said, "It feels really good,
Brandon. Want to try it a while?"
     "I don't know." I demurred.
     "Come on!" Roy urged him. "It's why Heck cut the hole in the fence for
you. And we'll do it with you, too! Come on!"
     "Yeah, Brandon, come on, grab hold of it. Go ahead, it won't hurt
you."
     I cautiously reached out; as I caught hold of Heck's prick, Roy let go
and I put my hand around it. The skin was soft as velvet, the body of it
warm, real warm, like a kitten you take out from its mother's side in the
box. "Mmm, that feels good." Heck said to me. "Pump it up and down for me,
huh? Just like Roy was doing."
     I began to work his prick carefully, slowly then faster as I saw I was
doing it right. Heck groaned as I pumped on him.
     "Oooh, it's dripping on me!" I said as the hot fluid gushed out of his
slit.
     "That just means you're doing it right." Roy said. He was skinning out
of his clothes on the bed beside Heck. Only his shorts were left now, and
he slid them down his thin legs and off his body and was as naked as his
bigger brother. "Come on, Brandon, let's play!"
     "Yeah, let's play." Heck said in a lower tone, almost adult, and his
hand came up and grabbed his little brother's dick and with two fingers, he
slid the little foreskin back and forth. His other hand came out and
touched my crotch, searching, seeking, finding my dick and touching me
there through the covering of my shorts and my briefs.
     That touch was enough to get me quivering. God, it felt better than my
own hand, and Heck hadn't even really touched me yet. I let go of Heck's
cock and Heck just chuckled, and his brother took over while I struggled
out of my clothes. I was eager as if it were Christmas, and I stumbled when
I pulled down my shorts and briefs together, fell onto Heck on the bed. He
just chuckled again.
     "Come on, get in the bed. Roy's got a new game to show you." he said
as my hand clutched his cock below Roy's and I matched Roy's strokes with
my own hand, giving Heck a two-handed pumping. There was just enough room
to let both of us do that to him.
     So I got on the bed and Heck scooted over, and Roy sidled down toward
the foot. I lay beside Heck and looked as Roy got his face down to where
our hands were on Heck's cock and then he took his hand away and replaced
it with his mouth. I was wide-eyed again as Roy's mouth sucked on his
brother's cock, moving with liquid sounds of his lips as Heck groaned anew.
     "Wow!" I said, then I moaned myself as Heck's hand delighted me. "How
does that feel?"
     "Better than your hand." Heck assured me. "Want me to do yours for
you?"
     "Yeah!" I said and nearly scampered to my knees, walked on them up the
bed to Heck's face, pushing the pillow up against the headboard to get into
position next to Heck's reaching head and neck. His tongue came out and the
pink dart of the tip touched my tiny stiff pud, and when it did, I nearly
fainted. "Ooohh!" I moaned. "That IS good!"
     Heck got my cock into his mouth and he sucked it as best as any
teenager can suck a boy's dick. I groaned so loud I nearly screamed, and in
about five seconds, I was writhing in the small climax that any boy can
manage, only this was my first, I'd never had one before and it shook me to
the core. Done, I was sobbing my breath in and out, a sort of
"hooh-hooh-hooh!" sound.
     Heck said, "See, it feels good, doesn't it?"
     "Yeah!" I gasped. "The best!"
     "Will you do it for me now?" Heck asked. "Roy's good, but the minute I
saw you next door, I wanted those lips of your around my dick. So come on!"
     With a climax like that still ringing in my ears thanks to Heck, I
wasn't going to deny him anything! I got down to where Roy was slurping
away on Heck. Roy grinned at me around Heck's cock in his mouth and I
grinned back and he showed me with a few strokes how to do it. Then he let
go and as I took Heck's cock into my mouth, Roy said, "Be sure to keep your
teeth away from it, that hurts. And work up a lot of spit, really make it
moist in there for him. Heck likes it with a lot of spit."
     I did as instructed and Heck's hand came down and ran the fingers
through my hair. I bobbed up and down and Heck's hand steadied and guided
me on my task, never really forcing me to do anything, but making sure my
own efforts were sure and straight.
     "Keep a tight grip." Roy urged me. "A lot of suction is real
important."
     "He's doing it fine!  I'm going to shoot!  Uh-huh-huh-uh-huh-uh!" Heck
moaned. "Uh-huh-hukh, KUHHHH-HUNNNNHHHH!"
     And I saw what Roy meant, Heck's stuff was hot, slimy and sticky. I
got a huge wad of it and it sizzled on my tongue and I got a real taste of
it. Hey, not bad at all! Really salty, but kind of meaty-like, too. So I
swallowed it and Heck's cock pumped out more and by the end, I was sucking
out his goo like it was a milk-shake drunk through the thickest straw you
ever saw.
     Done, his cock shrunk down quickly and I let go.
     "Man, you are one hot little cocksucker, you know that, Brandon?"
     "I am?"
     "Yeah, the best!"
     I smiled, it's nice to be called the best at anything. I was the kid
they picked nearly last in the sports. Not totally last, but there would
only be four or five of us by the time one of them would say, usually
reluctantly. "I guess I'll pick Brandon." But the best...!
     "It was easy." I bragged. "I could do that all day long."
     "Oh, man, all day!" Heck moaned. "Yeah, all day long."
     "Do mine now!" Roy urged me. He lay down and taking his little pud
after Heck's thicker one was easy as it could be. I couldn't move very much
for he was pretty small, smaller than me, even, but I had him moan and soon
he grunted and shook and then he gave a small cry of pleasure and his hips
thrust up at my head.
     "And what's going on here?" came an adult voice at the door.
     You can imagine how startled I was. The big man in the door must be
Heck's and Roy's dad! Broad, muscles on top of muscles, a thick shadow of
beard on his chin, dark hair and eyes, and a wicked grin, all encased in a
sleeveless plaid shirt and worn blue jeans and a yellow hard hat on top of
his head. I yawped and skittered to the corner of the bed up against the
wall and the headboard.
     "Hey, Dad!" Heck said.
     "We were playing with the neighbor boy." Roy added blithely.
     "And you didn't think to invite me?" their father said, walking over
to the edge of the bed.
     "We were going to." Heck said. "Had to teach him how, first."
     "Yeah, come on over, Dad. Come on, Brandon, you have to try my dad's
dick. It's better than Heck's."
     "Hey!" Heck protested.
     "Well, it is!"
     "Is it?" I asked as Heck's and Roy's dad unbuttoned his fly.
     "Well, it's bigger." Roy said.
     "Not by much." Heck argued. "And I'll get bigger."
     "Sure you will, Hector." his dad said. "You've got some more growing
to get through first, is all." He had his cock out and I saw what he
meant. Heck's was about six inches, I think I said, but his dad's was more
like eight or nine. And bigger around, too.
     "Come on, kid, get over here and try it out." their father urged me.
     "His name's Brandon."
     "Brandon. You can call me Joe." his father said.
     "Joe." I said, grinning. Most people want me to call them "Mr." and
"Sir."
     "Yeah. Now suck my cock, Brandon." Joe waggled his dick at me, the
same way Heck had.
     I sat on the edge of the bed and Joe stood before me, and I started
working on stuffing that huge prick into my mouth. It had a heavy flavor to
it Heck's hadn't had. All day stuck inside those jeans, it had gotten kind
of funky. But it just sort of added to the flavor of it for me. The
unadultered taste of adult cock! Yeah!
     My mouth watered without my even trying, and I started working it down
my throat. I got it about half-way down and had to stop, gagging.
     "Just work the head of it for me." Joe said to me kindly. "You can
learn how to deep-throat it later."
     "Like me, huh, Dad?" Heck said.
     "Yeah, like Hector." Joe agreed. "He's the best cocksucking son a man
ever had. But Roy is learning well, too."
     "Let me practice on you some more." Roy said to his big brother.
     Joe's cockhead was easier on me, and his hand went to my head like
Heck's had, and Joe made my head waggle around on it as I moved back and
forth. I got the idea and began to weave my head around as I slurped on
him. Joe let go then and let me do what I wanted.
     The sound of a hot, muscled man loving my mouth on his prick was
intoxicating. I wanted to work this pud all the time, day and night. The
musk of his sweat in my nostrils made me dizzy and I closed my eyes and my
world was his cock in my mouth.
     "I'm going to come, now." Joe cautioned. "Can I come in your mouth,
baby? Can I squirt a hot man load right down your throat for you?"
     "Do it, Dad!" Roy put in.
     "Yeah, do it, Dad, he can take it." Heck agreed. "He drank all of mine
and he loved it."
     "Uh, GUH-HUH, HUH-HUH, KUHHHNNNUHHHHH!"
     And the load that flew into my mouth was nothing like Heck's, it was
far richer, sweeter, lustier, and the volume of it was about triple! I got
a huge gulp, and then I was flooded, and Joe's hands grabbed my head and
held me down so I couldn't let go! I choked, and come flew out of my
nostrils, both at once, hot and thick and gooey. I drank as much as I
could, but I ended up with come dripping off my chin before he was done.
     And Roy got there and began licking it off my face as I let go. He
sucked all the hot jizz of his father off my face, and I pulled away,
mostly clean, and had to blow both nostrils out before I could clear my
watering eyes, though my nose still burned from the saltiness of it.
     Joe was leaning against the dresser, panting hard. "Damn, Brandon,
you're terrrific!" he moaned. "Hot damn, but you're a man-pleaser all
right!"
     "Like me, huh, Dad?" Roy said.
     "Yeah, like you."
     "Can I sleep with you tonight?" Roy begged. "I want a load from you
tonight, okay, Dad, huh, Dad?"
     "Yeah, yeah, I think I can manage that for you." Joe looked over at
Heck. "You don't mind him taking tonight, do you, Hector?"
     "That's okay, Dad." Heck said. "I got some plans for tonight."
     "Tonight?"
     "Yeah, I seen which bedroom is his last night when he was getting in
bed." Heck went on. "You sleep in the room next to your back door, don't
you?"
     "Yeah, that's my room." I agreed. Mom had wanted to fix the upstairs
into a suite for her and Dad, so I moved into the little bedroom they had
if we'd had a housekeeper. We had one, but she didn't live with us.
     "Just leave the door unlocked and I'll pay you a visit." Heck
said. "You can try sucking my dick all night long."
     I thought this over. "Cool!" was all I had to say.

				  THE END
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