Date: Sat, 2 Nov 2013 19:24:29 -0400 (EDT)
From: duro8ytu@aol.com
Subject: Randy Moves in Next Door

I think I was in about the 7th grade when over the Christmas break, Randy
and his mom moved into the house next door.  I had always been pretty much
of a loner and didn't really pay attention who was coming or going.  Let me
describe myself at that point.  I was about 5' 4", scrawny, with pasty
white skin and about 10 brown hairs under my arms and 6 hairs on my dick.
I never thought of myself as either straight or gay.  I was just me going
thru life.  We live down South and when I first saw Randy out behind his
house doing excercises, I was smitten.  He was the best thing that I had
ever laid my eyes upon. It was about 65 degrees outside and he would be out
doing his push ups, pull ups, and sit ups.  Always dressed in his T-Shirt
and sweat pants, he was something to watch.  And watch I did.  I would be
leaning on the fence trying to make conversation, or cleaning the backyard
which should have made my parents curious, since I never tried to do yard
work, or just watching out the window.

I come to find out that Randy was a junior in high school and was trying to
get on the gymnastic team at our school. He was 17 and as it turns out was
a really nice guy. As we got into spring, Randy finally reached out to me
and asked me if I would like to come over and workout with him.  I jumped
at the chance and he started me with the simple things.  There was no way I
could do a pull up so he would get behind me and lift me by the waist and
let me try to pull.  He would then slowly lift me up to the bar giving me
the sense of accomplishment that I need to continue to try.  One day after
a few trys like this, he turns himself around and is lifting me from the
front.  I was so embarrassed because everytime I worked out with him I
would have a hardon.  Mind you when a little 3 inch dick gets hard it is
easy to hide unless someone is face to face with you and lifting you up in
front of them.  He never made me feel bad because all he said was that it
happens to everyone and we continued to workout.  I was so relieved because
I was afraid that he would make fun of me for having a hardon while working
out and not want to continue working out with me.

As the weather got a little hotter outside, Randy reduced his clothing to
no T-shirt and only a pair of gym shorts.  When I first saw him with no
shirt, I knew I would not be able to control my dick and wore baggy shorts
to cover it.  Randy had a perfectly contoured chest and arms.  His chest
would make anyone gay or straight sprout wood, and I was quickly coming to
the conclusion that I may be gay.  I loved looking at his chest and now
that he was wearing gym shorts, I was pretty sure he had no underwear on
because every once in a while I could see his cock flop around as he moved.
On one of these occasions, he asked me to sit on his feet so he could do
situps and I could see right up the leg of his shorts and see his balls.  I
never said a word about it, just watched and I think he saw me looking
because he rearranged himself and the show was over.  Another time I was
sitting on his feet and could see his cock and it didn't look that much
bigger around than mine, just longer, but there was never any contact
between the two of us.  Just me looking and walking around with my little
hardon all the time.  When the weather was really nice outside, I decided
to try to go without my shirt and eventually went from milk white to an off
white.  I knew I would never tan like Randy, but as much as we were working
out, I was excited about the definition that I was getting on my body.

One Saturday in May, my mother shouted over the fence that she had to go to
her team bowling and my father hadn't made it home from work yet and would
Randy mind keeping an eye on me.  I was really embarrassed that in the 7th
grade I had to have some one keep an eye on me.  He assured her that it
wasn't an issue and we continued working out. An hour or so later, Randy
tells me that he has to get cleaned up as he is going out with some friends
that night and I could play video games in his room.  He got me all set up
and stipped down to his undies and headed to the bathroom.  I waited until
I was sure he was in the shower and walked down the hall to the bathroom
and he had left the door open.  I yelled in the door to see if it was okay
to take a leak and he said sure.  So here I am standing there with a hardon
trying to pee and he calls out asking me if I was still there.  I said yes,
and he asks me if I could help him out and wash his back for him.  I told
him, no I will get all wet and his response was take off your clothes and
get into the shower.  He reminded me that I shower with other guys when I
am in gym class and it is no different.  That made sense, but in gym class,
I didn't have a boner leading me around.  I thought about it a minute and
figured, what the heck and started stripping down and getting into the
tub/shower combo.  I held my cupped hands over my dick and got into the
shower.  As Randy turned around to hand me a soapy washrag, he again
reassured me that hardons happen to everyone and then tells me to scrub his
back real good, that is how you get rid of the old skin cells.  I stepped
behind him and started to rub his back and he asked me to scrub harder.  I
worked his back over real good, making sure that I didn't touch his ass
with either my hand or my little hardon.  After about 5 minutes of
scrubbing, he asked me if I wanted him to scrub my back since we were
already in the shower.  He didn't even wait for an answer and turns towards
me and takes the washrag from me and starts resoaping it up.  Instead of
standing behind me, he is standing off to my left hand side and he has the
washrag on my back and with the other hand is holding onto my chest so when
he got to roughly washing my back, he didn't push me over.  It actually
felt pretty good and for once I got to see his cock flopping around and
could tell that it was getting bigger than when I first saw it doing the
situps.  But instead of just doing my back, he drops lower and is running
his hand over my ass and up and down the crack of my ass.  It all happened
so quickly that I didn't even have a chance to say anything until I felt a
finger push into me.  At that point I gasp and leaned into the wall of the
shower to make sure I didn't fall, since my knees got weak instantly.  As
soon as I reagained my composure, I asked him what he was doing and he
tells me that he is just making sure that my hole is clean, that most guys
just wash over the outside surface, but don't insure the inside is just as
clean, and I do want to be clean inside and out, don't I?  What could I
say, that I preferred to have a stinky hole.  As I stood there, I could
tell that he had put another finger in me, but it was feeling pretty good
and there was a certain spot that he would rub that made me jump and felt
great.

At this point, he asks me if I could help him out with something else.  I
had his two fingers up my ass and what was I to say, No?  I asked what it
was and he tells me that he is going out with some friends, but is really
horny and if I could help him out, he would have a better time with his
friends if he wasn't thinking about getting his rocks off the whole time he
was with them.  I reached out to his dick and for the first time, grabbed
it and asked him if he wanted me to jerk him off.  He pushes my hand away
and tells me he wants to fuck me.  I asked, you mean like you want to
cornhole my butt? and he says yes.  I was pretty sure that wasn't going to
happen and he pulls his fingers out of me and instantly pushes his cock
into my ass.  I was surprised by how little it hurt.  I had always heard
that I would see stars and pass out from the pain, but it was only a little
uncomfortable and as he pushes my chest up against the shower wall and
plunges in and out of me the pain passed soon.  Looking back on it, I guess
that he was loosening me up instead of just making sure my hole didn't
stink.  I could tell that he was ready to shoot when he started breathing
hard and stopped pumping in and out of me. Randy hadn't even pulled out of
me yet, when I asked him when we could do that again?  He laughed and said
as often as I wanted and that is what turned me into his pussy boy 2 - 3
and sometimes 4 times a week.

As we ran out of places to fuck, Randy takes me down by the river to
practice shooting our guns.  Hunting season was coming and we had to be
good shots to get a nice buck and Randy had promised to help me get a nice
buck for my first kill.  We would watch where the deer came out at sunrise
or sunset and in between, I would be giving up my ass to Randy.  These were
good days.  As we scoped out the deer trails, we decided on where to put
our tree stands to try to get that trophy buck and for the entire deer
season we would sit in the tree stands waiting for the perfect buck, all
decked out in our hunting gear smelling rank as hell with the buck lure all
over us to cover our sent.

It was getting close to the end of hunting season and the bucks were in
full rut.  Their necks were swollen and they were not paying that much
attention to anything except the does, but to our disappointment, most were
just button bucks or one or two points, not what we were looking for.  We
got to our hunting area a little early on Saturday and Randy decides that
he could use a good fuck before he had to get up into the tree to wait.  We
had all our gear on and buck lure all over.  We always spread a little on
the bushes just to try to cover any scent that we left.  I propped my gun
up against the tree that held my tree stand and dropped my trousers all the
way to my ankles, keeping my shirt and safety vest on and got down on my
hands and knees.  Randy lay his gun aside and all he had to do was open his
zipper and take out his dick.  At this point, he realized that he hadn't
brought the little bottle of lube that he used, so he decides that he would
just use a couple of drops of the buck lure.  It seemed to work, because in
no time he was sliding into my ass.  He had bearly started to stroke when
we both heard a snort and looked up.  Coming out of the underbrush was a
beautiful whitetail buck, 5 points on each side with lots of density.  He
was following two does and weren't moving very fast and he kept sticking
his nose in the air scenting what he could find.  He knew something was not
right, but when the hormones are acting up, and the smell is right, it must
be right.  He would run up to the does and stick his nose into them and and
then shake his head, rattle some bushes with his antlers, stomp his feet
and then the nose would go back into the air.  It was during one of these
times that Randy pulled out of me, tucked his dick back into his pants and
moved to get his gun.  We had some old antlers with us so I rattled them
together to keep the buck's attention and make him think there was another
buck encroaching on his does.  The buck snorted, pounded his feet as he
walked over to where I was still on my knees, ass in the air, trying not to
move so I wouldn't scare him away, and he sticks his nose in my ass just
like he did the does before me.  I gasp as he did this and the buck lure
must have been good stuff, because he was on my back in a flash.  I never
had a chance to roll out from under him and he had me pinned between his
two front legs and his cock was seeking my pussy.  I could feel his wet
cock as it missed my asshole and slid across my ass and about the fourth
plunge, he found my hole and in he went.  He held on for dear life, (no pun
intended) and I could feel him spasming in my ass and could only believe
that he was delivering his babies to me.  It seemed like it took him
forever to unload, but in reality it was probably only 20 or 30 seconds and
he jumps off of me leaving the backs of my calves scratched up from his
hooves.  When he jumped off, I didn't wait and didn't care if we got his
horns or not, I was up trying to run across the ground pulling up my pants
to escape.  About that time I heard a gun shot and Randy had shot the buck
when he got far enough away from me.  As we gutted and dressed the buck, I
begged Randy not to tell anyone what happened and he was a man of his word
and never did.

At Christmas time, Randy brought over a big box for me for my present.  As
I opened it, it was the buck mounted and ready to hang on the wall of my
room and Randy tells me that he wanted to mount the buck that mounted me.
My folks didn't understand, but my mother asked about the expression on the
face.  She said that it looked like it was smiling and to this day each
time I see that head hanging on the wall it looks like it has a sneer on
the face.
  
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