0 comments/ 162459 views/ 21 favorites The Boy Next Door By: Madam-Cecilia I could not believe my eyes when I saw our new neighbor. He was a dream. His tall frame was accentuated with well-formed muscles. He wasn't overly brawny, just right. I could see his arms ripple under the t-shirt he was wearing as he carried the boxes from the moving truck into the house. His Lycra bike shorts really hugged his ass nicely too I noticed whenever he bent over to pick up another box. I was caught in my daydreaming when I heard my mother, "Jonathon, why don't you go over there and offer to help him instead of just sitting here staring?" GOD! Caught by my mother. It's a good thing she can't read my mind. It wouldn't do for her to know her 18-year-old son was fantasizing about sucking off the new neighbor. I hadn't told my parents yet that I was gay. I guess I'm gay. I have only been with one other man and never any girls. It's just something about the masculine form of a man that really gets me hot. And this one moving in next door was doing more than just getting me hot. My cock was already tingling. Maybe mom had a good idea for once. I could at least go over and help. It would be hoping against all hope that he would be gay too. I walked over and trying to appear nonchalant said, "Need a hand with those?" He was looking into the back of the truck and didn't hear me walk up. He jumped and spun around. His quick movements caught me off guard and I squealed. "I'm sorry," he said in a sexy deep voice. "I was lost in thought. I didn't hear you come up behind me." His eyes seemed to go over me from head to toe. "No. It's my fault," I said. I shouldn't have snuck up like that. "I'm Jonathon, from next door," I said extending my hand. "But you can call me Jon." "Rico," he said taking mine. "But you can call me anything you want," he said with a wink. "Now what were you saying before we both jumped out of our skin," he said as he smiled at me. I hope I didn't look as dazed as I really was. Now that I heard his name I did notice his dark complexion. I released his hand saying, "AH, I was, uh, just saying, asking that is, if you would, uh, like some help with those boxes." "That would be great. Moving is always such a pain in the ass. I could use an extra set of muscles to help out," he said, still looking me over. "Have you moved a lot?" I asked as he handed me a box. "More than my fair share," he answered as he walked behind me towards the house with a box of his own. "Just set it down anywhere over there," he said pointing towards several boxes at the foot of the stairs. I set my down next to them, reading the labels on some as I did. Most of them said bedroom or bathroom. One said "TOYS" in big letters. "Oh, you have kids?" I remarked somewhat dejected, thinking if he had kids, he probably had a wife. "No.? Why do you ask?" he asked as he turned to see what might have prompted the question. He laughed as he saw the box I was looking at. "OH!! Those are MY toys," he explained. I didn't understand what he meant. I was thinking it over as we walked back out to get more boxes. He handed me one that said "MOVIES" and told me to put it in the living room. As I walked into the living room and set the box down, the top came open. I was trying to close it when I read one of the movie titles; "Blow Job Bonanza." Now that sounded like my kind of movie. I hurried to get the box closed before he saw that I was looking at his movies. I didn't want him thinking I was some kind of pervert, snooping through his stuff. We hauled boxes for the rest of the afternoon between bringing them inside then taking some upstairs. He had a lot of stuff. From what I could see it was all his. I didn't see anything that looked like it belonged to a female or anything. I watched him as we moved. He was older than me by quite a bit. I would guess mid thirties. He had lots of weights and gym equipment. That explained how he stayed in such great shape. As we were hauling one of his machines into the basement I commented, "You have a lot of work out stuff." "Yeah, I like to work out and stay in shape. I never have time to go to a gym so I set up my own at home." "I wish I had somewhere to work out. We have a weight room at school but I don't like to go there." "Feel free to come over here anytime and work out," he offered. "Are you serious?" I asked not believing my luck. "I wasn't hinting at an invitation or anything," I added meekly, suddenly ashamed of my bad manners. "No problem," he replied. "I would love to have someone to work out with. It gets to be boring when I do it by myself ALL the time." "That would be great. I'll help you get it all set up then we can get in shape together." "Deal!" he said slapping my ass as I went up the steps ahead of him. That simple little gesture sent sparks flying right to my cock. I turned back to see a smile spread across his face. The sweat rolling down his forehead was such a turn on. "You know we have been working hard. How about a beer break?" he suggested. "I'm only 18," I explained. "I'm not old enough for a beer." "Come on," he teased. "Are you telling me you've never had a beer?" 'Well, yeah I have but…" I admitted. "Don't worry. I won't tell your mom or anything," he teased some more, winking at me again. I was really getting turned on with the attention he seemed to be giving me. I wanted to see if he was really interested or if I was reading things all wrong in my excitement. "I would love one then. You just have to promise you won't say anything." "Anything that goes on in my house stays in my house. I won't tell a soul," he assured me. We headed to the kitchen and I sat at the table. He grabbed a couple beers from the fridge. Popping the top he gulped down several swallows from his before setting it down. I watched him amazed as I saw his throat. He seemed to take the beer down without any struggle at all. It was all I could do to handle one mouthful and here he had just swallowed several without even coming up for air. "What's the matter?" he asked when he saw me watching him. "Never seen anyone chug a beer before?" "Well, no. I guess not like that," I stammered. "Practice," he said with another wink. He polished off his beer in no time while I was still nursing mine. He grabbed a couple more out of the fridge and said, "Let's go work on the gym downstairs." "Sounds like a plan," I said grabbing my beer and following him down. We worked for about an hour getting gym equipment set up. We each polished off a couple beers in the meantime. After the first one they seemed to go down faster for me. I was really beginning to catch a buzz by the time we had the weights all put away. "How much can you bench?" Rico asked me when we had the bench set all put away. "I have no idea," I replied. "I've never really done it before." "You haven't??" He seemed shocked. "Well there's no time like the present. Lay down on the bench. Let's see what you got," he teased. As I was lying down he got a bar ready with some weights for me and put it on the bar. He came around to the other side and straddled the bench. His crotch was just inches from my face as he reached over my head to hand me the weight bar. I could see the outline of his cock just in front from my nose. "Put your hands here," his words startled me out of my revere. "Huh?" I asked shaking my head. I thought I could see his cock move. I was hoping it wasn't a hallucination. "What has got you so enthralled?" he wondered as he looked down at me. "I said, put your hands here," his voice seemed to be getting softer. I looked up into his eyes and hoped he couldn't tell how hard my cock was getting. I was wearing jeans but still it felt like it was going to burst through. I let my eyes drop down to his groin again and this time it was definite that he was getting hard. His bike shorts did nothing to conceal the fact. I looked back up to the bar embarrassed at the situation but incredibly turned on. "Here?" I asked as I placed my hands next to his on the bar. "Um, no here," he said as he took my hand in his and moved it over to the proper place. I could feel sparks shoot down my spine. I wanted this man more than ever. At the same time I was unsure of myself. I didn't know how to proceed so I turned my attention back to lifting. "Yeah, that's better," he said leaving his hand on mine. "Now just lift straight up and let it drop slowly down over your chest. It should come right about here." He touched my chest to show me where the bar should come. His fingers seemed to burn into me. He left his hand in place as I brought the bar down. "That's it," he encouraged as I touched where his hand was and brought it back up. I put it back in its resting place as he said, "I think you would be more comfortable, you know lifting, if you took your shirt off." With that, much to my disappointment, he stepped to one side of the bench. I sat up and removed my shirt. As I tossed my shirt on the floor he came to sit behind me on the bench. "We need to loosen those muscles up before you lift any more," he said running his hand up my back. I almost shivered as he started to massage my shoulders. "Now just relax. This will feel really good if you just let me." His hands roamed all over my back. I could feel the heat from his body so close to mine. He rubbed the lower part of my back letting his fingers slide just inside the waistband of my jeans. I could hardly contain myself. My cock was throbbing. He ran his strong fingers up my back and over my shoulders. As he rubbed down my chest he slid closer to me on the bench. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. "Jon," he said softly in my ear. "Would you like to go upstairs?" I couldn't say a word. I wanted to more than anything but I didn't know what to say. "Remember what I said in the kitchen? What goes on in my house STAYS in my house. I won't tell a soul. I won't hurt you. I promise." He leaned over and lightly kissed my neck. I let out a low moan. "I saw you staring at my cock. I'm sure you want this as much as I do." "Oh God I do. You don't know how much," I finally sighed. "Then let's go upstairs," he said standing and taking my hand. He helped me up from the bench and right into his arms. Our lips met in a passionate kiss that took my breath away. "I've only done this one other time," I confessed as he broke our kiss. "It's ok," he assured me. "We'll go slow." We turned and headed up the stairs, holding hands as we went. As we passed through the hall on our way to his bedroom on the second floor he stopped and grabbed the box marked "TOYS". "We might need these," he said winking again. We actually RAN up the stairs and giggled as we burst through the door to his room. His bed was already set up and made. I looked at him questioningly. "I had that delivered yesterday," he said, reading my look. "Why don't we take a shower first? We've been working hard all day," he suggested slyly. "I like the sound of that," I replied. We were both shedding our clothes as we walked across his room to the master bath. Inside was a huge shower. He stepped in and reached back for me. I looked down at his raging hard-on as I stepped in. He had to be at least 8 inches long and nice and thick. "MMMMMMMMMM," I moaned as I closed the door behind me. "You're not so bad yourself," he said pulling me close to him. I measured my cock once and it was 7½ inches. Not as thick as his but still respectable…or at least I like to think so. He turned the water on nice and warm before pulling me into his arms and smothering me with kisses once again. His hands roamed all up and down my back before settling on my ass. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other in the mist from the shower. His kisses were everywhere along my neck and ears. I just stood there not believing my luck as I enjoyed his work. "Grab the soap," he moaned as he bent down to suck my nipple into his hot mouth. I inhaled sharply as my nipple slid between his lips, his tongue flicking it. It was all I could do to hold onto the soap. I rested my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, unknowingly pushing him downward. He reached for the soap and dropped to his knees in front of me. He lathered up my swollen cock. It slipped through his fingers like magic. His fingers snaked underneath and washed my balls with the soft foam. I spread my legs to give him more access. He let his fingers slide between my ass cheeks to my tight hole. The water cascading down from the shower rinsed off my cock so as his fingers found my back door he flicked his tongue across the head of my throbbing cock. I grabbed his hair as he tickled my ass with his fingers and licked the length of my shaft. Bending slightly at the knees I gave him better access to my ass. In doing so I thrust my cock towards his face. He opened his mouth and let it slide right in. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" I moaned as he sucked my cock into his throat. I had never had anything like this before. His finger was slowly sliding into my asshole. I knew it wouldn't take me long to shoot my cum for him. "I'm close. SO CLOSE!" I wanted to warn him. He didn't let up. Instead he started moving his finger in and out of my ass, timing his strokes with the suction of his mouth on my cock. I felt the boiling in my balls. "OH! God! I'm cumming!" I screamed just as my sperm shot deep into his throat. He swallowed every drop, milking me for everything I had. When I had shot my last drop he pulled his finger from my ass and let my cock slide out of his mouth. "That was the best blow job I can even imagine," I told him as he stood. He answered me by kissing me deeply. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. I felt his hard cock against my leg as we kissed and I knew I had to return the favor. When he broke from our kiss I tried to drop to my knees but he stopped me. "I want to fuck you," he breathed in my ear as he held me close. "But you're so big," I whispered back. The only other man I had been with just did my ass with his finger and had me blow him off. I wasn't sure I was ready for this. "I'll be gentle. Just wait, you'll love it," he cooed. He handed me the soap after getting his hands all lathered up. "Take this and get my cock all soapy," he instructed. I wrapped my hands around his cock with the soap. He thrust back and forth slowly, letting his cock slide between my hands. The soap made it slide so easily. Wile I was coating his cock he slid his fingers behind me and rubbed more soap on my ass. "Turn around and bend over," he encouraged when his cock was nice and slick. I felt his hand on my ass and his fingers tickling my hole once again. I braced myself against the shower wall. He used first one, then two and finally three fingers in my ass. Each time I was afraid it would hurt but he was gentle and stretched carefully. By the time he decided my ass was ready, my cock was raging hard again. I felt his hands opening my cheeks. I tensed. His fingers came up to rub my shoulders. "Just relax. It will only hurt for a minute," he assured me. I felt the pressure of his cock against my asshole. I tried my best to relax but I was scared. I felt him enter, slowly. I felt the burning pain. I wanted him to stop. It hurt too bad. This was never going to work. He leaned over and I could hear his deep voice in my ear again. "Just relax, Jon. The pain will go away very soon and you won't believe how good it feels after that." The sound of his voice in my ear and the feel of his fingers on my shoulders helped me to relax. As soon as I did the pain went away. Rico was right. I could not believe the feeling. My ass was so full of cock. He sensed my change and started to pull out. I thought he was going to leave me but then he thrust forward again. I swear I saw stars. I felt his balls slap against mine only briefly before he would pull back again. My cock was throbbing again. I couldn't believe how fast I got hard again. I felt his fingers sliding along my side, sneaking down beneath me. He grasped my cock, stroking it in time to his thrusts in my ass. With each thrust forward I pushed myself backwards to get him as deep as I could. I felt the boiling in my balls each time his slapped against them. He kept pumping faster and faster. I could not believe the pleasure I was getting from getting fucked in the ass. It wasn't long before I felt him tense. I knew he was about to cum in my ass and I was ready for him. One more deep thrust and I could feel his hot cum exploding in my bowels. He kept stroking my hard cock and soon I was shooting my juice all over the shower wall. When we were both spent he pulled gently from my ass and helped me to stand. I turned to face him and was greeted with a deep, passionate kiss. He reached behind me and turned off the water. "Let's get dried off and watch some tv. I think we could both use a little rest." I took the towel he handed me thinking of the movie I had seen downstairs. I wondered what we would be watching on tv. The Boy Next Door He ejaculated into me. I felt his sperm pumping into me, and he was saying over and over again, "I love you Stella, I love you so much." It may seem ridiculous to you, but I really felt as if I was in the garden of paradise. I had the most luscious orgasm I had ever experienced, causing me to scream and sob. His loving touch - his gentleness - made me feel almost like a tender mother towards him. I wanted to give and give again, to let him sate his hunger in me – to soothe him. I longed to respond to his words of love, to say, "I love you my darling," but even in this moment of ecstasy I dared not. It seemed too absurd, he a boy of twenty-two and I a thirty-six year old divorcee. He gave a gasping groan and he had finished. I waited for him to withdraw like Stan, my ex-husband, who would pull out and turn away as soon as he had shot into me. Allen stayed in me. I had thought his loving words were like those of other men at the height of their passionate hunger, to be forgotten as soon as their appetite was appeased. It was not so with Allen. He continued to speak of his love for me, his desire and, as he saw it, my beauty (I make no claim to that for myself). As his rod slackened within me I seemed to go into one of those post-coital dream-like states. I went back over the situation that had led up to Allen and I coming together in my bed. More than that, I recalled how I had first met him, and how the years had changed both of us. He was eight-years old when I moved into the house next door to his parents as a twenty one-year-old bride. I felt myself to be very much in love with Stan, and longed for our first child. I never had that child. It seemed almost as soon as we were married that Stan began to change. It was as if, having, as it were, won the prize, he no longer valued it. Before our marriage he had made love with me. After our marriage, this changed. I can only describe it as "being fucked by him." He didn't seem to care about my feelings and needs. He would simply off-load his sperm, and then turn away. No child arrived because Stan always took extreme precautions to see that I did not get pregnant. He insisted that I took the contraceptive pill, and always used a condom himself. So even when I cheated and did not take the pill, I still did not become pregnant. Allen was a lovely boy and he soon became a regular visitor to our house. His main concern in those days was to play with my two dogs and walk them. I supplied endless biscuits, cake and soft drinks in those years, and I suppose showered on him the affection I wanted to give to a child of my own. As he entered his teenage years, I had expected him to cease his visits. Most young people, especially boys, want to reject the adult world and its "Thou shalt nots," at that age. Never the less, his visits did not cease. I suspected I heard a lot more of his ventures, especially those with girls, than his mother or father did. Good and kind people though they were I don't think they would have welcomed confidences about sexual experimentation. I was able to advise Allen about safety in sexual activity – whether the girl was using any sort of contraception, and the use of condoms, and the avoidance of establishing a long-term relationship too soon. Stan left me for an eighteen year old girl from his office when I was thirty-four, and while the marital experience had been less than a happy one, I was distressed and confused at being left like that. "No more men in my life," I resolved. Just the sort of rash decision people make when at the height of emotional turmoil. At that time Allen was undertaking a course in computer programming at the university. I had for some time been writing short stories that were taken up by some magazines. I wrote on an old typewriter, and it was Allen who pointed out the advantages of a computer. With his advice I purchased a machine and immediately began to curse both it and Allen. I almost wept for my lost typewriter, but instructed by Allen I eventually became a reasonably competent computer operator, and discovered its advantages over the "old banger." Allen had grown into a good-looking, very intelligent young man, the pride and joy of his parents. Finishing his university course he went on to work for a local high-tech company. With his knowledge of computers it must have taken considerable patience to come and sort out the tangles that "the silly woman next door got into" (my words not his). It was one of those "tangles" that caused me to telephone him one hot night to ask if he could come and sort it out for me. I suppose I was foolish, but I was wearing my bikini. I did not think for a moment that it would affect Allen. Over the years he had seen me in it many times. But then, I had not understood what was going on in his mind during those years. Allen arrived and, as usual, with me seated in front of the computer and he standing behind me, he told me what to do. When we had finished I was about to ask him if he would like a drink, when he said very quietly, "You know I love you, Stella?" We were silent, I sitting rigid before the computer. I understood very well what he meant, but I tried to dodge the issue by taking up what he said in a way I knew well that he did not mean. I said, "Of course, darling, we've been friends for years." "Yes we have," he responded, "but you know I'm not talking about that. I love you, and I want you like a man want's a woman." He had flushed me out of my hiding place, and I was out in open country, and like a hunted fox I tried to make a run for it. "Don't be silly, Allen. You can't want me like that. I'm years older than you are, and we've been almost like mother and son, or at least, older sister and brother. He placed his hands gently on my bare shoulders and said, "Stella, I haven't felt like a brother towards you since I entered puberty. I never said or did anything because you were married to Stan. When you and Stan divorced I still said nothing because I had nothing to offer you. I was still studying, and couldn't afford to keep a wife… That shook me to the core. "A wife!" He had actually thought of marrying me. I decided to bring the conversation to a close, and started to say, "Now Allen…" but he cut in to finish what he was saying. …"But now I have a profession and a good income, so…" It was my turn to cut in. "Stop it, Allen…" I couldn't go on. His hands had slowly moved down to my barely covered breasts and were lightly caressing them. "I love you, Stella. I want you so badly. I've wanted you for years." I know I should have tried to physically stop him, but in truth, I did not want him to stop. I continued to make my verbal protests, "You mustn't, Allen. You can't want me. Think of your mother and father…" He had removed my bikini top and his hands now held my full naked breasts. Stan had never been so gentle and loving. He had been rough with me, but Allen was squeezing my nipples to just below the point of pain – squeezing and letting go again. I felt my clitoris begin to throb and my vagina to lubricate. Despite my protests, my body was making itself ready for penetration. It was as if my physical self knew what it hungered for, and was announcing that the long famine was over. Whatever my rational self might protest, my body was demanding satisfaction. It would no longer be denied the fare it craved. Through a haze of emotional conflict I heard Allen speaking again. "Stella, tell me you don't want my love, say I can't have your body, I'll go away and never bother you again. But only reject me if you truly want to reject me." I tried to speak the lie – to tell him I didn't want him, but my voice failed me. I was seated in an office chair and now Allen swung the seat round so I was facing him. He looked me straight in the eyes. "Tell me now to go, if you must." I made a last desperate attempt to dismiss him, but all I got out was, "I…I…" My emotions were in such turmoil I thought I might faint, but at that point, having failed to reject him, Allen kissed me. This focused me very suddenly. His lips were soft on mine, his tongue exploring them until, unable to hold back, I opened them to let him enter my mouth. His kiss was long and searching, and when he broke away he removed my bikini bottoms. Putting his hands under my buttocks he raised my vagina and lowered his mouth to it. "Oh God, his tongue is inside me, exploring, licking and thrusting. He's lifting the hood of my clitoris." I wanted to scream with joy at the sheer rapture that I was experiencing. " Allen, Allen, what are you doing to me? You'll drive me mad." He stopped, but only to lift me in his arms. He carried me to the bedroom and lay me on the bed. Any thoughts of protest or rejection were out of the question now. It was all too late. My body hungered for him. My whole being yearned for him. Yet, in the deep recesses of my mind there arose the fear, unspoken, but present. "Oh Allen, is this just satisfaction of your lust? Will you take me, then loathe me? I've been hurt before, please don't hurt me again. Don't speak to me of love, if it is only lust you feel. Don't ask for my love, only to throw it back at me." I was ready for him – more ready than I had ever been with Stan, even at the time I loved him. My vagina was saturated and as Allen stripped I could see the precum glistening on the crown of his penis. I wanted to lick it off, but he was too urgent for me. He slid into me, and as I flexed my vaginal muscle round his shaft he gave a little cry and said, "Oh Stella, that's so wonderful." So now I lay with him still inside me, but I was snapped out of my dream state, as I became aware that his penis was erect again and he was moving inside me once more. The love thoughts I dared not utter went tumbling through my mind again. "Oh, my darling, my love. I want you so badly. Kill me with your love, but don't condemn me to the death of being without you." My orgasm approached and I felt Allen moving faster in me until, placing his hands under my buttocks and with a loud outcry, he plunged deep into me. I responded by wrapping my legs round him, struggling to drag him even deeper into me. It was the mighty instinct of procreation. The impetus to force his seed into my depths that I might be fertilised. Yes, if ever I had wanted to be made pregnant, it was in that moment with Allen. As he punched his semen into me I prayed it would impregnate me. We began to climb down from our climax, Allen still holding me and murmuring his love and devotion, and while everything inside me screamed to respond with words of my love, I could not. "Allen was now asking me, "Can I stay the night with you?" "What about your parents?" "They're away for the next two days." "Then stay." Allen stayed, but while he was ready to tell his parents of our new found relationship when they arrived home, I would not let him. I understood how it would distress them, their beloved son "having it off" with a thirty-six year old woman, and their neighbour to boot. Overriding Allen's protests and his continuous suggestions that we get married, or failing that, he move in with me, it was finally agreed that he would continue to visit me much as he had in the past. The difference now being that we made love. It was quite clear that Allen's intention was to have a long term relationship with me. Allen's avowals of love for me did not diminish, if anything they grew more ardent. I had still not declared myself in this respect. It may now seem foolish, but I feared being hurt once more, so I remained silent. One thing was obvious. Neither of us could get as much of the other as we needed. Occasionally Allen was able to spend the night with me. To say we had sexual intercourse three or four times during that night would be to mislead. Allen would hardly withdraw from me. After ejaculating into me, he would lay inside me waiting for his penis to harden again so he could continue. It was a source of puzzlement to me how he managed to produce such large quantities of sperm, but in the end I thought, "lucky me to be the recipient of it." If his penis was not inside my vagina, then it was most likely to be in my mouth or alternatively, his tongue in my vagina – or both simultaneously. My breasts were a great favourite with him, and we would lie for ages kissing while his hands fondled them, fingers pressing my nipples. At times he would hold a breast and just look at it, murmuring, "It's so beautiful, so very beautiful." The he would take the nipple into his mouth and suckle me. It was almost like having a child at the breast, and I wished I had mother's milk to feed him with. That I loved him was without question. When we were apart I craved for him – longed to feel our naked bodies pressed together in the act of love. I have said that the first time we coupled, I felt I was in paradise. It continued to be like that with every union, but more than that, it was if we were in the Garden of Eden, where all was new and innocent. Perhaps that is what sex joined with love is, an act of innocence. The truth of love is not to be found until love is tested. Allen and I had united in the act of love many times, but it had not had a real test. One night the test came. Allen had just ejaculated into me, and was, as usual, lying with his penis still inside me, reluctant to withdraw. I whispered into his ear, "Darling, we are going to have a baby." He did not move, and said nothing for a long time. I thought, "Now I shall discover whether his talk of love is true. Will he want the fruit of our deeds, or will he, like so many men, flee?" He was quiet for so long I moved to look at his face, and saw tears flowing down his cheeks. I was at a loss for a moment, then asked, "Darling, what is it?" "Its wonderful," he sobbed, "but will you be all right?" "Darling," I replied, "No doubt it is wonderful in its way, but not surprising. Heaven knows how much sperm you've pumped into me, and since we did nothing to prevent it, and I'm still a fertile woman, it had to happen some time. What's more, I'm not such an old lady that I can't give birth safely. Lots of woman are having their first baby at my age." "You'll have to marry me now, won't you," he said jauntily. "No, I don't have to marry you, but I will if you ask nicely. And by the way, I've never told you this, but I love you passionately." "Stella, I ask you nicely, will you marry me?" "Yes." "I suppose we won't be able to have sexual intercourse now until after you've had the baby?" "What," I shrieked. "A lot you know about women and babies. You get that penis of yours into my vagina, and you keep doing that until the day I tell you to stop. And when we do have to stop for a while, I shall see to it you get some gratification." As I suspected, Allen's parents raised hell when they heard he was going to marry me, and what's more, I was pregnant by him. What they would have said if they knew what our sex life had been like, I dread to think. As it was, they said some searing things about me. I silently forgave them their awful remarks, and the whole picture changed once they saw their granddaughter. I think they were under the impression that I had produced the lovely little creature just for them, and I was forgiven my sins. Allen and I discovered that we have a propensity for reproducing the species, and at present I am carrying the third member of the human race to be implanted within me. After this one, I think I shall make sure that Allen's spermatozoa are neutralised. Just an after thought; I shall of course make sure that my beloved Allen does not give up trying to fertilise me. The Boy Next Door Her name is Laila a twenty year old African American woman. Returning home for the summer after her second year in college. She lives and attends school in the South. Laila is a starter on the women's basketball team and a cheerleader. She has a 4.0 grade point average and is very popular. So what's wrong with this picture? Lets have Laila tell you in her own words. Would you believe I'm still a virgin? My parents have been very strict in raising me but I do have a mind of my own. I just haven't found a guy I like enough to give it up for. I date and sure a lot of guys have tried.... but after a little kissing and trying to feel me up I get board and stop them. I was shooting baskets in my backyard when I heard a voice for next door. "Hay Laila, how long have you been back?" It was Rick, our next door neighbor. Rick is a year older than me, a white guy who's about a foot taller than me at six foot two.. " Two days.... When did you get back?" Rick attended college in the Northeast. "Just today. Would you believe it, my parent are away on a trip. Just like the movie I'm..... home alone. Can I come over and shoot some hoops with you?" We shot around for a while when Rick said, "Wow you're hitting everything. I remember when I could out shoot you..... Not any more. Want to play a little one on one?" I noticed Rick's eyes where surveying my body as he spoke. Not expecting anyone when I started playing, I was bra less. My 38 DD tities strained against the perspiration soaked tee shirt. My nipples were erect and emphasized by the dark halo that surrounded them. Rick seemed to enjoy watching my boobs bounce as I dribbled and shot. His eyes lowered to my tight shorts that clung to my thighs and butt. "You're on", I said as I tossed him the ball. I noticed Rick's short sweat pants were soaked and clinging to his body emphasizing a rather large bulge. He made a fake to the right and moved to the left. As I reached out to steal the ball I missed and my hand stuck his very hard penis. Gasping for air he laughed, "I'm sure glad you don't play in my league." I was so embarrassed. "Oh god...... I'm so sorry....... Are you all right?" Rick and I had been neighbors and friends since childhood and though I always had a crush on him we never dated. Man he sure had a big hard dick...... and from what I could see it wasn't going down. "I'll be okay. I just have to catch my breath. I better get home." "Oh Rick I'm so very sorry. Let me make it up to you. My parents are out tonight and I have to fix supper for myself. Why don't you join me, say around seven?" Rick nodded and went into his yard..... holding his crotch. I was surprised how excited I was about Rick coming over for dinner. I jumped in the shower. I don't know if it was the cool water cascading over my body or the thought of Rick's hard cock that made my nipples erect. As I washed between my legs..... and lingered rubbing my clit, I knew it was Rick and not the water. Filled with anticipation I wanted this to be a special dinner. Later I learned Rick was next door nursing his injured pride. His cock looked fine as he held it in his hand and lathered it in the shower. His dick grew as his thoughts went to Laila. How did she grow up so fast? No longer was she the tomboy who beat everybody at basketball. Now she was a beautiful black woman with a body to die for. He couldn't get the vision of her big beautiful boobs and hard dark nipples straining against her wet, white tee shirt out of his mind. Rick closed his eyes as he stroked his cock faster and faster until his cum shot up against the shower wall. ********** "I wasn't sure what you were preparing so I brought a bottle of Chardonnay.... It seems to go with everything." I smiled as I reached for the wine bottle. Our hands touched in the exchange and we both felt a tingle. I was wearing a pink formfitting sheath dress which was a beautiful contrast to my coffee hued skin. My brown hair was pulled back and flowed to my waist. I decided to go bra less to show off my big brown breast. I wore a matching pink thong that blended in with the dress. I was barefoot as I continued to prepare the meal. "White is perfect we're having shrimp and a salad. Is that okay with you?" Rick nodded as he opened the wine and poured a glass for each of us. Rick wore a light blue polo shirt which matched his clear blue eyes and complimented his blond hair. Gray cargo shorts and sandals finished his men's fashion magazine look. "That was a wonderful meal. Who knew, your not only smart, beautiful, a super athlete but you can cook too. Some guy is going to be very lucky. I bet you have guys hanging around. Anyone special?" As I cleared the table I asked Rick to open a second bottle of wine I retrieved from Dad's collection. "No there isn't anyone special....... Yet. Say, how is your...... Er... ". Rick laughed. "My cock? It's fine. I think I was more embarrassed being such a woos than anything." I blushed. "Oh I'm so sorry I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just I wouldn't want anything to happen to you." We sat next to each other on the couch and clicked wine glasses. "Mmmm this wine is excellent..... Your Dad has fine taste." Rick set his glass down and took the glass from my hand. He leaned forward and kissed me. As our lips met Rick felt my full warm lips and moist tongue as it slid into his mouth. Rick's wet tongue enter my mouth exploring the underside of mine. Holding each other we felt the other's warmth. My hard nipples pressed into Rick's chest.I reach for his lap and began stroking his rising manhood. At the same time he reached around and grabbed my firm butt cheek, pulling me even closer. "Oh Laila you are so beautiful...... So hot. I've got to have you." Rick slid to a kneeling position before me. He pushed my dress up my thighs and I pulled it up over my head. He was eye level with my tits as he said, "beautiful brown boobs". His tongue circled the dark areolas which framed my erect ebony nipples. "Oh yes Rick, suck my tits.... Ooohhhh.... You suck them so lovingly...... Oh so deep.... god I can feel it in my pussy." Rick pushed my thong to the side and began to trace and rub my dark labial lips. As he slid one then two finger into my tight, wet cunt I gasped and Rick saw the beautiful pink of my pussy. He continued to nurse on my nipples as the back side of his thumb rubbed up against my clit and his two fingers maintained their fucking motion. Rick replaced his fingers with his tongue. Tasting my hot juices, he flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue. He slid a finger back in as he continued to lick and suck my tight wet twat. "Oh Rick..... You..... You...... You're making me cum..... Oh...... Oh...... Yes baby....... Oh!" My thighs tighten around his head and hand as my body jerked and stiffened. With a sigh my legs relaxed. I was crying. "What's a matter baby..... Did I hurt you?" Wiping away my tears I said, "Oh no..... just the opposite. That was beautiful. I have never ...... I mean never had a climax like that in my life. It was my first!" As Rick stood up he pulled off his shirt and I took down his shorts. Surprise, he wasn't wearing underpants. His eight inch cock sprang free as the pants slid down....... You may not believe it but this is the first cock I have ever seen. It was beautiful and at mouth level. "Mmm ...... You're so big..... I don't know if I get all of you in my mouth. " Rick held my head in his hands. "Inch by inch baby .............. Inch by inch." I began licking circles around his shaft starting at the knob and down to the base. "Am I doing it right?" Rick nodded as my tongue ran up the underside to the head and my full red lips engulfed his cap. Slowly I took in more and more.. Gasping at times, I continued till I reached the base. Slowly my head began to rise and fall as Rick felt my lips tighten around his prick, my tongue flicked and danced on his shaft. My pace quickened as I felt his cock swell. My hand twisted the hair nestled base and he exploded. Rick's hot cum splashed against the back of my throat. Gasping I swallowed. With Rick's cream dripping from my lips I said, "Mmmmm baby.... Oh Rick you are yummy." We kissed and tasted our commingled juices. Sitting with our arms around each other I said, " I love the sight of my dark body against your white chest. It's so erotic. Specially your red headed prick on my red lips." We laughed. I began stroking Rick's rod smiling at him as it grew to its former length and thickness."Rick I want to feel you inside me.... But there is something I have to tell you. I'm.... I'm a virgin." Rick looked surprised as he gazed into my eyes. "And you want me to be your first?" I nodded. "Oh baby... I'm so honored.... Are you sure?" "Yes Rick, I want you to take my cherry. Will you?" Rick couldn't believe his ears or his luck. "Yes honey.... And I'll be gentle..... Let me know if I..." I put my fingers to his lips and replaced them with my lips. Rick picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. As I lay on the bed he told me he was, "....... taking in all your beauty. How your beautiful face emphasizes your dark almond shaped eyes; your sparkling smile showing your white teeth framed by your full red lips; your large firm breast with dark nipples pointing to he ceiling; your smooth, soft dark skin, flat tummy, the trimmed black curly mound that covers your precious pussy, your lovely legs and awesome ass.. You are fantastic..... and so fuckable." I parted my legs as Rick kneeled between them. He bent down to kiss and pay homage to the virgin pussy he was about to take. I squirmed at his kiss and raised my knees. Rick knelt forward placing the tip of his throbbing cock at the doorway of my waiting cunt. Slipping the head between my loving lips he shifted his weight and began to ease his ridged rod deeper. I wiggled. "Are you okay baby?" I nodded yes. Rick continued with a slow rhythm. He said I was so tight, hot and wet. His shaft continued to slowly slide in and out. He paused as he felt my stomach tighten. "I'm all right... Please don't stop.... It hurts some ....... But at the same time I feel ...... Oh... So wonderful." I felt a sharp pain as he went deeper and then it felt better as I raised my legs and wrapped them around him. His pace quickened. As we were one we could feel each others heart beat. His cock slammed into my cunt faster..... Faster. Shouts and cries rang out as we slammed into the bed. I felt free. My body was responding in ways I had never imagined. His cock was so big yet felt so wonderful in my passion filled pussy. "Oh Rick fuck me baby... Fuck my black pussy with that big white cock of yours." I knew I was about to cum and couldn't control it when Rick said, "Oh baby.... Oh Laila I'm cumming...... But I want you to cum too." My legs tightened around his waist as I cried, "Oh I am.... I'm cumming Rick.... Yes..... Oh god yes......." I felt my pussy fill with Rick's hot cream, at the same time I had my own explosion. Holding each other we kissed. My eyes began to well up. "Rick I'm so glad I waited and I'm so glad it was you....... Before you ask, I'm crying because I'm happy. These are tears of joy." The Boy Next Door It was Thursday afternoon. She had specifically taken today off knowing that he would be at her house. Surely he thought it strange that week after week she would be at home during his visit. She didn’t care if he did suspect she wouldn’t miss seeing him for the world. Today would be different she thought. She took the whole day off. She would be there from the moment he arrived. As she showered that morning, thoughts of him ran through her head. She couldn’t help but begin to run her hands along her body. The water was so warm it felt so good splashing against her now erect nipples. Her eyes closed as she leaned against the side of the shower. She began to run her fingers over her nipples with the aid of the water it was becoming more than she could handle. Her right hand moved to her clit. Her body became fluid. She sank to the bottom of the shower. The water still running warm and fast against her body. She continued to rub her clit as she lay on the floor of the shower. Her body writhing with each touch.she began to cum over and over again. As she composed herself, she was able to step out of the shower. She contemplated what to wear as she stood by her dresser. Throw on anything or make it really special. Whatever she decided it must be fast. He should be arriving at anytime. She looked into her drawer and decided on her pink lounging pajamas. They would be perfect for lounging around the house and spying on her fantasy. She wondered when she first noticed him. Was it the Thursday she came home for lunch because she had forgotten her briefcase or was it when she was on vacation. Who cared? He was probably the best looking man she had ever seen and she could not get him out of her mind. But to think, her the big time executive and him the neighbors lawn guy. What was she thinking? Could it ever be anything more than her fantasy? She had to find out. After getting dressed she realized she heard the truck. Her heart raced almost out of her chest. She ran to the front window and peaked through the blinds. There he was. He climbed out of the truck in his khaki shorts and white t-shirt. She loved that look. It was a blistering hot day and she could see the beads of sweat on his face already. As he moved around the truck you could tell he was contemplating something. There it was. The move she was hoping for. He reached down and slowly pulled off the white T. It seemed to be slow motion to her as she watched him. His hands so strong. His stomach. Oh MY!!! His body a golden tan. Again she could not get thoughts of him out of her head. She ran her hands over her breasts again. Her nipples hard with excitement just at the mere glimpse of him. She went to the back of the house to catch another glimpse of him as he walked to the back of her neighbors house. She decided she needed release once again. She walked to her bedroom and laid down on the bed. Would she find her release with her own hand or her very special toy. She reached for the drawer that held her secret side. No one would believe the corporate maven by day would have a wild side that required a secret drawer that no one could have access to. Which toy would she chose? The big one. That one was her favorite. She could always depend on it to get her off. She slowly removed her pants and climbed under the covers. The cool feel of the satin sheets against her body was almost electrifying to her. She closed her eyes and eased her hand up and down the length of her stomach. She let thoughts of the man next door fill her mind. Her body arched under the touch of her hand. She could almost believe that he was there with her. Her fantasy was continuing to do his job on the neighbors yard. As he rounded the corner he looked in the window to his right. It was his clients next door neighbor. He was surprised to see the beautiful women he had been hoping to catch a peek at each week just laying there. . The blinds wide open for him. Almost an invitation it seemed. He had become very accustomed to seeing her each week. He wanted to believe it was almost as if she had been coming home on Thursdays just for him. He was mesmerized by her looks. She was such a beauty with her long dark hair, petite frame with large breasts. She was always dressed in her short skirt and business suit. He fantasized about her during the rest of his week.. Now he had her all to himself. He had to get a closer look. She must be asleep. As he managed to move closer to her window he noticed her body moving under the covers. How delicious she looked laying there. What could she be thinking of he wondered. As he watched her, he could feel his cock growing harder and harder. Now his thoughts were of touching her and taking her in a way she had never been taken before. He wanted to touch her. He had to touch her. But how? As she ran her hand down her leg, her body arched even more. She wanted to touch herself how long could she hold out. She ran one hand over her nipple and tweaked it ever so slightly. The pleasure she felt was almost more than she could take. If only he could be there to touch her. She couldn’t take the taunting anymore. She had to touch her clit. As she did she realized just how very wet she had become. Her mound was warm and very inviting. She inserted one finger and then began to reach for her toy. She turned it on and began to move it over her clit as she penetrated herself over and over again with the other hand. As she lay there in complete ecstacy it was almost as if someone were watching her. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was there in the room with her. As she brought herself to climax for the second time that day she continued to run her hands over her body. Suddenly a noise brought her out of her thoughts. There he was standing in the doorway. But how? She realized she had left the door unlocked and slightly cracked on her deck to let in a small breeze. He had taken his chance and let himself in to watch. He didn’t mean to disturb her. He just couldn’t help but gasp as she had brought herself to climax. She had been so very sensual. Rubbing herself and moaning at the pleasure she brought herself. He was entranced. She was startled at the sight of him but very much turned on. As she looked at him she realized his cock had grown massive in those khakis she had been admiring earlier. She slowly moved the covers back exposing her warm and very wet sex. She motioned him to the side of the bed. Her moved slowly. He began to undo his belt on the way. She motioned him to stop. As he arrived at the bedside, she sat up. She straddled his legs as he stood above her. She slowly undid his belt. She slide it from the shorts. She would lay it to the side for use later. Slowly she undid the button and then the zipper of the shorts. He was so hard by this time he almost sprang from the shorts. She allowed them to fall to the ground. Gently she stroked his cock with her hand. She ran her mouth over his boxers and allowed him to feel the warmth of her breathe along the length of his cock. She pulled it through the opening in the boxers and began to lick just the tip. He put his hands on her head and began to stroke her long dark hair. In and out. She worked her tongue all around the tip of his manhood. She gently stroked his balls with her other hand. He began to feel weak in the knees. The object of his fantasy was now right before his eyes and touching him in ways he never believed would happen. Slowly she removed his boxers. Ummm what a delicious sight. So much more than she anticipated. He was every bit hers now. She continued to suck him as she ran her hands over his ass. It was just as tight and shapely as she had imagined. She knew she had him right where she wanted him at this moment. He couldn’t contain himself any longer. He had to have her. He enjoyed her sucking on him but he wanted her. Gently he cupped her chin and pulled back. She looked up at him. He knelt before her and began to suckle her nipples. They were so hard. He ran his tongue around them and then nibbled ever so slightly on them. By now it was all she could take. She began to lean back. He put his arm behind her to support her. As he had one hand behind her, his mouth gently on her nipples, he moved his other hand to her clit. She was so wet and so warm. Very inviting to his touch. She pushed herself toward him. The more he suckled on her the more her back arched. He gently allowed her to lay back on the bed. Her legs still over the edge and her feet still on the floor. He moved his mouth toward her clit. She could feel his warm breathe on her thigh. Could she take it? She wasn’t sure. He put his hands on her hips and ever so slightly pulled her toward him. Without notice she could feel his tongue start at the base of her slit and move toward her clit. He moved his tongue with a preciseness she had never encountered before. She was in pure ecstasy. He was slow at first and then he picked up the pace. His tongue moved up and down the length of her slit and then began to pierce her mound over and over again. He could tell she enjoyed it by the way her body almost moved with his tongue. He slowed again and began to move his tongue in circles around her clit. He was driving her crazy. Every time she was on the verge it was as if he knew. He would slow his touches and tease her even more. Her body was writhing on the bed. The waves of pleasure were consuming her. He wanted to take her. But wait. He wanted it to be different. He removed one hand from her waist and reached for the belt that was still beside him. He moved his other hand to her mound and his lips to her breasts again. In one quick move with his free hand her had the belt around her wrists. She gasped. Still holding the belt firmly around her wrists he moved her legs back to the bed with his other hand. He guided her body to the headboard. He strapped the belt to it. She was now his and his alone. You could see the look on her face. She was giving herself to him in a way she had none other. She was his and his totally. He bent her legs at the knees and decided to go back to her mound with his tongue. She tasted like no one else. It was where he wanted to be. This time she couldn’t hold back. Her body almost instantly let go. The moans that came from her body were unbelievable even to her. Her body shook for what seemed like hours. He began to rub her stomach and her thighs with the most loving touch. He kissed her thighs and began to move up to her breasts again. She could feel his cock harder than before on her thigh. She knew he wasn’t finished yet. He nestled in next to her. One hand in her hair and the other on her breasts. He positioned himself just right. She could feel the hardness of his cock on her clit. Her body moved toward it. She could not help herself. She was bound yet her body could still move and it wanted him even more now. She could feel him penetrate her sex. Her back arched and she could feel her body moving with his. She was totally not in control of her body any longer. He had absolute control. His hips pounding into her. His hands and mouth on her nipples. Her hands still bound above her. All she could do was pull at the belt and lift her hips to meet his. He kept pounding harder and harder. She could feel herself cumming again. His breathing became stronger and stronger. She knew he was close too. Their bodies were moving as one. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. Such passion. Then one after the other they both came. He fell on top of her. She was his. He had taken her just as she had imagined so many times. He removed her restraint and kissed her wrists where the leather had made a welt. She nuzzled into his chest and he stroked her hair. They laid there silent without muttering a word. He stroked her hair as she fell into a deep slumber. More satisfied than she had ever been. The Boy Next Door As I unpack the boxes of my meager possessions, I look around my parents' house. Unbidden, memories of my childhood, and early adulthood keep springing to mind. While I admit there were some bad times, overall, my years in this house were happy ones. "What took me so long to come back home." The timing was perfect, word of dad's death reached my just as my bitter divorce proceedings were nearing an end. Somehow I had allowed my husband's controlling nature to isolate me from my family to the point that I hadn't even known of mom's death a few months ago. As I place the last of my clothes into mom's old dresser, I notice the family photo album in one of the drawers. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I flip through page after page of pictures: growing up, as well as friends and family long forgotten. And then, my heart wants to stop because there he is in black and white: Tony – the boy next door... The Boy Next Door As I feel his hands slide off me, he begins to press himself deeper into me, and I know he is nearing ejaculation. His kiss stops, and I allow the vibrator to slip out, and my orgasm to start. I feel the first convulsion of his release as my own orgasm fills my senses. As my awareness returns, I can tell that his now empty member is still inside me, letting every last drop out. He slowly slides off me, and pulls me into his side. His hug conveys how completely drained he feels, and perfectly matches my blissful mood. I lie there contentedly, until I am afraid I will fall asleep. As I begin to stir, I hear one word. "Stay." Not quite a command, but definitely not a question either. Not trusting my voice as the sudden rush of happiness pushes me close to tears, I nod my head against his chest. "Good," he replies. I feel a gentle kiss on the top of my head. "Be right back," he says, as he gently slides me off of himself and onto a pillow. I hear him cross the hall to the bathroom. As the door clicks shut, I drift off into sleep. The Boy Next Door The Boy Next Door Grace Discovers her Sister's Secret Sordid World The summer I finished my first year at university was uncharacteristically long and hot. A golden sun blazed down from a cloudless, crystal clear azure sky and baked the ground until the grass scorched and any unattended flowers shrivelled in the heat. It was a perfect time for me. I was nineteen and a full year at university had shown me life beyond school and the tight borders of the small, rural English town in which I had grown up. With little to do before the new term began, I had almost four months of free time stretched out before me. Hour after hour was spend lazing around in the back garden of my parent's house, either on my own, curled up on a sun lounger with a good book, or surrounded by friends chasing Frisbees, drinking beer or just sprawling on the baked earth soaking up the sun's rays. Josh - who lived in the house at the back of us - used to watch me whilst I sunned myself. I could often see him out of the corner of my eye as I read, standing at his bedroom window, peering down into our garden. It was funny really, Josh had been in and out of our house since we were kids and was my sister's part-time squeeze, but the attention was as much of a buzz for me as it clearly was for him. The arrival home of my younger sister or his own mother was usually the only thing that could drag him away from the window. Without them, I'm sure he'd have watched me all day. ... I'd had some old school friends over for lunch and Stacey had brought a bottle of wine to accompany the sandwiches I had put together for us, so as we lounged around in the sun, we ate and sipped away at the cool white wine. I guess from memory it was mid-August and the summer was at its hottest, the days peaking in the nineties for maybe two weeks and with one memorable day when the temperature broke through the one hundred degrees mark - a record for the country as a whole. The girls wandered home around four o'clock, leaving me on my own, my cheeks rosy from the wine and with a few hours to kill before we'd agreed to meet up in town later on in the evening. Laying back on the sun lounger with the garden and house completely to myself, I began to slowly massage sun cream into my bronzed skin. Having spent the majority of the summer sporting little more than a string bikini, my perfectly tanned skin covered all but the very extremities of my body, and whilst I'd been very careful not to develop a thin string and bow of white skin on my back, my breasts and a small triangle between my legs were the only two remaining areas of white. As I massaged the cream into my stomach I noticed movement in the house behind and a furtive glance was all I needed to affirm that Josh was watching me once more. Whether it was the warmth of the sun on my body, the lunchtime drink, even the sensation of my own fingers rubbing cream into my skin, and probably a combination of all three, my mind focussed on him watching me and me teasing him. I continued to massage the cream into my flat stomach, then with another quick glance to verify that I had his undivided attention, I slowly, and at first briefly, slipped my hand beneath the waistband of my bikini bottoms. I twisted and turned my pale brown pubic hair in my fingers before pulling my hand back out and resting it on my stomach. A squint through the sun confirmed my audience's presence. I had initially intended to leave it there, to just give him a hint of something extra, but the brief touch was not enough for me. Egged on by the wine and in no small part, excitement at my audience, I felt my fingers curl around the string that tied the bottom half of my bikini around my waist and pulled it slowly, feeling the tension relax as the bow unravelled. With the briefest of pauses, I let my fingers creep along my skin and slowly push the tiny triangle of fabric to one side until I was totally exposed to my voyeur. I hoped for his sake as well as mine that neither my sister nor his mother would return to break the moment. My fingers wasted no time in sliding themselves home and I shuffled my legs apart to allow them access. They tangled briefly amongst my public hair before brushing against my lips and sending a sudden charge through my bones like the static prickle of an electric shock. I groaned satisfyingly as my fingers gently stroked my lips. Each touch drew more and more of my juices to the surface and my lips slowly became slick and oily to my touch. A brief breeze washed across my skin, causing my nipples to spring up and push hard against the thin fabric of my bikini top. I spread my legs wide and pressed the soles of my feet together and with the new angle I was able to slip my index finger inside. The feeling was delicious and my whole body shuddered at the penetration. As I strove to push my finger deeper I rubbed my swelling lips with the heel of my hand. The sensation was exquisite and I couldn't resist a quick peek to make sure my audience was still attentive. After all, this was not solely for my benefit. I needn't have worried. I wondered if Josh was doing the same thing as he watched - a thought which until now would have disgusted me, but in my current frenzy seemed perfectly natural. I even pictured him stood by the window stroking his cock, then a sudden image flashed across my mind of him spraying his seed across my stomach and I came. I pushed a second finger inside as my orgasm washed over me, then found my clitoris with my spare hand and rubbed it frantically until my shuddering body could stand it no more. I lay for a moment on the lounger, then suddenly as the warm glow of my orgasm dissipated, it was replaced with a sudden wave of self-consciousness and I plucked my bikini bottoms from the grass and sashayed in through the French windows into the kitchen. By the end of the summer, I had treated Josh to three more solo shows. The final time, I had shaved myself completely -- whether he could tell or not from his distance, I have no idea. I even rolled over onto all fours, and rubbed myself to orgasm like a centrefold, my pert bottom pointing directly at him whilst my fingers played over my smooth, swollen lips. I was also very nearly caught by my sister, just managing to clumsily tie my bikini back on in the kitchen as I heard the front door slam and her walk quickly through the living room towards me. ... It was twelve months before I saw Josh again and to be honest, having spent most of that time in Munich, firstly at university, then working, I have no idea when I'd last thought about him or that summer, but as I walked back into my parent's house and into my sister's party, it all came flooding back. It had just gone nine o'clock and as I stood outside the front door with the thump of the bass pulsing through it, I shook my head in a vain attempt to clear it. The last week had been a blur. It had started with a party with my work colleagues, moved on to an end of term party at Munich University, before catching the last few days of the end of term at my English university in Leeds, catching up with friends I had not seen for over six months. As a result I'd spent pretty much every night for the last week either in a bar or a nightclub, I could scarcely remember what day it was. As I walked into the house, the music bounced so loud I could feel the beat in the handle of the porch door. Maybe forty of my sister's friends were milling about, drinking and smoking and after a couple of minutes searching, I found her leaning against the wall in the dining room, drinking from a bottle of lager and chewing the fat with a girl I recognised as one of her friends, but couldn't for the life of me remember her name. She turned to me and did the same and we nodded at each other in a dull, vacant recognition that made Alicia, my sister, turn around. We looked each other up and down for a second before she threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "Hey sis. When did you get back?" She said. "Mum and dad weren't expecting you back for a couple of days." It's amazing how you forget that time doesn't stand still when you're not about - life goes on despite your absence. I looked at my sister as she drew away from the embrace -- probably for the first time since I'd gone to university, I really looked at her. Of course she was eighteen, I knew that, she'd be at university in the autumn. I knew that too. But in my mind and maybe too in my heart she was still my kid sister. But as we stood and watched each other, our hands clasped in each others' I could see she was certainly no longer a kid. Obviously still my sister, definitely no longer a kid. "You look like shit." She hollered above the beat. Yep, definitely still my sister. "This time next year when you've done six parties in six nights, you'll look like this too." I said. "So where are mum and dad?" "Out." Was all I got and when Alicia realised I needed something else she said. "Don't worry, it's all above board. I finished my exams today. I've officially finished school! Grab a beer, the kitchen's full of the stuff." And with that, before I could give a hug and congratulate her, she turned back to her friend and I faded into the background. Before I grabbed a beer I pushed passed various people on the stairs and dumped my bags in my bedroom, glad to see that not only was it ready for my return, but that it was undisturbed by the revellers and their new found freedom. I stood in front of the full length mirror and ran my fingers through my hair. It was not enough to make me look presentable, Alicia was right, I did look like shit. Still, I'm sure they'd be time to sleep at some point before I went back to college. I plucked a can of beer off the worktop in the kitchen and popped it open, taking a long slug of it to quench my thirst. I spotted Josh instantly perched atop the washing machine. It seemed my kid sister was not the only person who'd grown up. I figured I'd say hello, but as he was clearly holding court with a group of friends, I thought I'd leave him to it and see if there was anyone else I recognised, but as I turned away, I caught his eye. "Hi Josh." I said as he turned to face me, an initial vacant look turning almost instantly to a broad grin. "Well, well, well, the return of the prodigal daughter." He said, slipping off the washing machine and bending to kiss me on the cheek. "Come back for an encore performance?" He said as his lips brushed my cheek before pulling away to see my reaction. I blinked and suddenly it all came flooding back and I drank from my beer to hide my grin. I swallowed in a deep gulp. "Never say never." I said eventually, letting a smile play briefly over my lips. He stooped in towards me again, this time his hand slipped around my waist and he pulled me towards him. "It's just I could do with some fresh material." He said, his breath hot on my neck. "Four films a year is not a lot to keep a growing lad going." He pulled away and turned back to his friends and instinctively I turned away from the group and wandered back across the kitchen. Then, what he said suddenly registered with me. What did he mean? Had he taped me in the garden? Every time? I started to turn back to him, but thought better of it. I guessed his eyes were probably burning a hole in my back, waiting for me to do just that. I replayed what he had said in my head. There was no denying it, it was certainly what he'd implied. I drained the can, tossed the empty in the vague direction of the bin and popped the top on a second beer. The cheeky bastard. I had found someone I recognised in the living room, one of my sister's school-friends, but the thin conversation was getting a little strained when I saw Josh walking towards me. Again, he leant over me, emphasising his size. "So, what do you reckon then?" He whispered into my ear. "Did you make videos of me?" I asked rather stupidly, but he ignored the question anyway. "Or I could return the favour and show you what I was doing whilst you were playing with yourself." His hot breath was sending a shiver down my spine, but as he spoke he also took my hand and ran it along the length of his cock as it hung in his jeans. My God, it was massive. As he guided my fingers down his length I tried to picture it in my mind. It must be nine inches soft. It must look like a cudgel when it was hard. Unashamedly, I felt my mouth begin to water. "What do you reckon then?" He repeated, this time staring me straight in the eyes, his hands on my shoulders. "A new tape. You playing with me, before I cum all over you." I couldn't take my eyes off his, then I realised that his hand was no longer holding mine, yet mine still traced up and down the length of this cock, now straining a little against the seemingly insufficient denim of his jeans. Minutes later he was stood before my bed with me on my knees, slowly massaging his enormous cock in both my fists. I'd practically dragged him through the house, passed most of the party guests and slammed my bedroom door behind me. From nowhere he produced his mobile phone and trained it in on me as I began to tentatively run my tongue around the head of his gigantic cock. "Is that what you videoed me with last time?" I asked, looking up at the camera and still wanting him to confirm that he had made videos of me in the garden. "Nope." He said. "Less talk." He said, and whilst training the mobile phone on me with one hand, he pushed my head down with the other. Opening my mouth wide I closed it over the head of his cock and suddenly, inexplicably, an image of Michael Caine filled my mind. Something about a baby's arm holding an apple. I think it's a line from an Austin Powers movie, but suddenly it seemed very appropriate, unlike the muffled giggle that escaped my lips. I needed both hands to control his cock and could barely manage more than just his helmet inside my mouth. My lips were stretched as far apart as I could comfortably get them and my saliva ran freely down his shaft, lubricating my clenched fists as they circled his cock and pumped him towards climax. Slowly, insistently, he continued to apply pressure to my head, either pulling on my hair, which he scrunched up into a pony-tail in his fist, or pushing me down, testing me to see how much I could swallow -- which I have to admit, was embarrassingly little. Even with three or four inches encased in my lips, the sheer girth of the damn thing stopped you getting any more inside. It was simply too damn big. I was pretty sure my pussy wouldn't cope much better, but before the summer break was over, I resolved myself to give it a damn good try. Rather than struggle or admit defeat, I concentrated my attention on his bulbous helmet, exploring each and every part with my lips and tongue -- whilst continuing to pump him with my hands. I could tell I was hitting the spot as I felt his knees begin to shake and his breath get slowly shorter. "You like that?" I purred up to his phone and was rewarded with his hand pushing my head back down onto his cock. I tried once more to sink down deep onto his pole, but am not convinced I made it any further down, the dull ache in my jaw growing greater with each attempt. I began to suck rapidly around his head, bobbing up and down, rocking back and forth on my ankles as I drew him closer and closer to climax. I felt his cock began to twitch and writhe in my grip as if it had a life of its own and I readied myself for his orgasm. I had no idea what to expect. Does a massive cock with huge, heavy swinging balls produce a comparative amount of cum? I was about to find out. "Oh yeah. Suck my fucking cock." He moaned as he exhaled hoarsely. "I'm gonna cream." He spluttered and as I felt his cock twitch, he yanked on the ponytail he had made in his fist and pulled his cock unexpectedly from my mouth as the first volley of jizz leapt from his eye and splattered across my forehead. "Fuck yeah!" He drawled as he took control of his wand in his own hand. I sat on my heels, my eyes scrunched shut as his cum rained down on my face. And in answer to my question, certainly in this case, the answer was yes. By the time his cock was finally drained, my face was smothered. I could feel it in my hair and coating my nose and cheeks, whilst it dripped off my chin and spattered onto my t-shirt. I peeled my eyes open, thankfully he'd missed them both, to find myself staring up into Josh's mobile phone as the video continued. I blinked slowly and what I hoped was seductively, then ran my tongue across my lips, tasting his cum. Playing to the camera and loving every sordid minute of it, I chewed briefly on my bottom lip before running my finger along my cheek and sucking more of his cum into my mouth. "Hey sis!" I spun around on my knees to see Alicia stood in the open doorway. "Thought I might find you two in here." She said. "Hard to resist isn't it." I watched in a kind of horrified fascination as she walked around the back of me -- leaving my door to swing open -- and stood behind Josh. She reached around him and gently stroked his spent and softening cock. "Shit. You two are an item." I spluttered, my thoughts finally finding their way to my mouth. I wiped my face with my t-shirt, before pulling it off over my head and using it as a towel to cleanse my face. "Nah!" Alicia said with a chuckle. "Not an item." She said, peering around Josh's massive frame. "We fuck every now and then don't we honey, but we're not an item." She said casually. We were beginning to draw a little crowd as people stared into the room from the landing. Josh didn't seem to mind. I, on the other hand, did and stretched out and pushed the door closed. I looked back at my clearly not so little sister. "Fuck buddies?" I managed and wondered how I had missed my little sister grow up. It's not like I never came home from university. "I suppose so, yeah." She said. "But hey, it seems rude not too share a treat this good." She said, slapping Josh's softening yet still massive cock with the back of her hand. I shook my head and hauled myself onto my feet, stretching my legs luxuriously as I stood. "How do I look?" "Still like shit, but now with cum all over you." Alicia turned back to Josh. "Bad boy!" She said and playfully punched him in the chest. "Had you been saving that up all week? I thought for a minute you were going to drown her!" I watched the exchange in fascination and guessed the video he had just shot would sit alongside ones he had already made with my sister. "Pity you cleaned yourself up." Josh said, breaking his silence and turning his attention towards me. "It would have been great to get another video of you playing with your pussy already drenched in cum." I must have shot a quick glance at my sister because when I looked back at Josh they were looking at each other and smiling. "You've seen the videos haven't you." I said, looking back at my sister. They both looked at me and laughed. "Seen them. I was there when he was shooting them." I looked from one to the other waiting for them to laugh, but neither cracked. "Fuck off!" I said and shook my head, turning instead to the mirror so I could clean up the rest of the cum. "No shit." She said. "That last time, when you did the whole porn star thing, I ran home as fast as I could to see if I could catch you. But you're good. I reckon you were only just dressed, but dressed none the less." I wiped the rest of his mess up with my t-shirt and pitched it in the corner of my room. I guess I'd have to wash that one, it wasn't really one for my mum to find. With seemingly nothing left to say, Alicia left us alone in the room, albeit again without closing the door as she left. "Tell you what." I said, stepping in close to him to whisper in his ear as he had done to me earlier in the evening. "I'll give you another tape of me playing with myself, if you'll give me a proper go on that." I said, tracing my fingers along the still visible bulge in his jeans. The Boy Next Door "Deal!" He said simply, then walked passed me and out of the room. At least he had the courtesy to shut the door behind him. I sat heavily on the bed and rubbed my eyes with the tips of my fingers. Well that was a welcome home I had not expected. With the music still pounding downstairs, I crawled under the duvet, still in my jeans, the smell of his semen filling my nostrils. If I was going to tackle that beast again, I was going to need my sleep. .. Over the next couple of weeks I didn't give Josh, Alicia or their strange relationship another thought. As old school friends started to drift back from their various colleges, the evenings were spent in the pub catching up on what everyone else was up to. It's a brilliant time. Whilst university is all about finding yourself as a person, making new friends and enjoying the experiences that that brings with it, coming home, making sure everything is still in order and hooking up with long-term friends is unbeatable. Although it is also noticeable that each reunion contains one or two less familiar faces as people find new places and new people with which to spend their spare time. ... My parents treated my return as if it was Christmas. On the first Sunday I was back my mother cooked a celebratory meal to match any Christmas day and the drink flowed until we were all rosy cheeked and giggling. By the time we left the table, still covered in the detritus of the colossal meal, and had been slumped on various seats around the lounge for an hour or so, my mother was watching something black and white on the television through heavy eyelids and my father was asleep on the sofa, the newspaper spread across his chest. I hauled myself off the sofa, threw on a fresh pair of ancient, faded blue jeans and a new camisole I'd bought myself in Germany, grabbed my phone and purse and headed back downstairs to find my mother now also barely awake. She looked up with heavy eyes as she heard the door brush over the carpet. "I'm heading out." I whispered and she nodded, I'm old enough at last for her not to ask where I'm going or when I'll be back. I closed the door behind me, grabbed my coat and left the house. On the way to the pub I dialled round a couple of friends, also knowing that Sunday afternoon in the Olde Bell has always been something of a tradition, so although I struggled to raise many people, I'd have been surprised if most of the old crowd that were back from university weren't in there already having a drink. I was not disappointed. Two tables had already been pulled together and a group of people sat huddled conspiratorially around it, laughing and chatting in hushed whispers. With a beer in one hand, I dragged a spare chair across the wooden floor and squeezed between one old friend that I'd known since primary school and an ex-boyfriend -- kissing them both on the cheek as I sandwiched myself in between them and their conversation. ... "Hey G." I looked up at the familiar voice of Alicia. I shook my beer fuddled head a little to clear my thoughts. "Hey. I didn't even know you were here." I turned back to William, my ex-boyfriend. "You remember my kid sister, right?" They looked at each other briefly and Alicia nodded her head at him almost imperceptibly. After a slight pause, William stood with a flourish, took her hand and kissed it theatrically. I smiled, but noticed Alicia pull her hand back quickly, almost wiping it on her jeans as she stuffed it into her pocket. "Walk me home, sis." She said, and immediately began to edge away from me towards the door. "Hey. I'm not finished here yet." I said, causing her to stop and look back impatiently. She looked at her watch. "Mum's expecting us both back for tea." She said. "You know what she's like about family Sundays. Besides, I don't want tea to be late, I've got to be out again by eight-thirty." I turned back to William and shrugged. "Looks like I've got to be somewhere else." I said and took a gulp of my beer. "You out later?" William shook his head. "Okay." I said and as I grabbed my coat off the back of my chair he stood, hugged me briefly and pecked me lightly and unexpectedly on the lips. "Good to see you again." He said. "Shame you've got to go, we should catch up sometime, it's been fun." I nodded, zipped up my coat and followed Alicia towards the door. The heavy pub door swung shut behind us with a solid slam and I thrust my hands into my pockets despite the mild summer's evening. It was still light, but dark clouds hung heavy overhead and the air was dank and threatened rain. A light mist had begun to settle and hung around the lamp-posts like halos. "Doesn't that feel better." Alicia said, linking her arm through mine and pulling herself close to me. "Doesn't what feel better?" I snapped, still feeling a little pissed that she'd dragged me away from William and a fresh drink. "Well, for a start, knowing that you're not going to wake up in the morning and realise that you've fucked William again." "I wasn't going to fuck William. And what fucking business is that of yours anyway?" I said, stopping and turning towards her. She clearly had something to say, and from the way she'd reacted in the pub, clearly had a problem with Will. "None whatsoever." Alicia said, holding my gaze intently. "Of business to anyone of several other girlfriends though." She paused and when I said nothing, she took my arm again and we began to walk along. "And you were going to fuck him. I could see it in your eyes." I stopped again, but this time she just dragged me alongside her, her gaze fixed intently at some point in the middle distance. "Who the fuck made you some kind of relationship guru? And how do you know so much about Will?" The first question, was perhaps a little snappy, the second was angry and aggressive and I regretted the tone as soon as I heard it. This time Alicia stopped, dragging me to a halt in the process by keeping a tight grip on my arm. "Right." She said, fixing me again with that intent stare of her striking jade eyes. "Firstly, and indeed most importantly, I love you. You're my big sis, and you've spent most of your life looking out for me. But secondly, he's a wanker. He cheated on you, he treated you like shit. He fucked you up and you're still not over him. Thirdly, you don't live around here anymore, I do. You don't see him. I do. He's a leech. He's dating someone in my year for Christ sake. He's also fucking Fiona." "Fiona from my year?" "Yep. Little blond Fiona from your year at school. Quite frankly, he'll dip his dick in anything that doesn't move fast enough. He's a tosser. That's why I dragged you out of the pub. Because sis, you know what, you would've fucked him." We walked along the deserted streets, the silence only broken by the steady clop-clop of our shoes on the pavement. "You out again tonight then?" I asked finally just to say anything to break the silence. "Yep. Quick sandwich, change, then out again. Mum and dad have got friends coming over." "Who's coming over?" "There's about ten of them I think, both sets of neighbours, Josh's mum and dad, a few others, that's all really." "What's that all about?" "Nothing really. Let's face it, there's nothing else to do." Alicia said. "So what are you up to then?" "The same thing, just over at Josh's. Me, Josh, the lad from next door, a few others from school, just hanging around. Tag along if you like, depending on what you're up to." Not a lot as it happened, there didn't seem to be that many people keen on re-grouping down the Olde Bell, not even Will. And Alicia was right, I didn't need to go there again. Besides, the lad next door was my age and I'm guessing all of Alicia's friends were her age and still in the mood to celebrate the end of their exams. ... We left for Josh's house when his parent's turned up at ours. We stood in the hall briefly with the usual pleasantries, then made our excuses and swapped houses. We arrived to find Josh there, obviously, and the lad from next door -- who it would be easier to call Matthew. In terms of age, he was between Alicia and me, so had just completed his first year at university. I was a little surprised that he had nothing better to do with his evening, then out of the kitchen came his girlfriend, a tiny, slight girl with a startlingly pretty face that I couldn't help but remember from the year below me at school. She introduced herself as Natalie, then apologised for not realising we had arrived, took our drinks order and returned to the kitchen. "Expecting anyone else?" I asked the crowd in general as Natalie handed both Alicia and I the beers that we'd asked for along with a flute of sparkling wine. I must have looked a little strangely at Natalie. "Hey, we're going to celebrate the end of school all summer." Natalie said. I could appreciate that. I toasted her and sipped the wine. "Sarah and Dave should be here before long, and I guess Michael will come too, but whether he'll have found anyone to bring with him remains to be seen. Just a few friends, nothing too grand." Josh said. "Very cosy." I whispered to Alicia and gave her a nudge in the ribs. "Quite the little orgy you've got going here, once you lot have had a drink or two." I was joking. "Well, you never know your luck." Alicia replied, with an unmistakable twinkle in her eye that somehow suggested that not only was I right, but it might not be the first time. It seemed nothing I could say could phase her. Thankfully, before I had to find something else to say, music burst forth from speakers that seemed to be all around the lounge as Josh plugged his i-pod into his parent's stereo system. "Right, right, right." Josh hollered above the music. "Who's for table tennis?" I stupidly looked around for a table, but fortunately kept my mouth shut as several others dived for the Wii sat beside the enormous television set and various controllers were thrown around. As I made room for the first players, I leant casually against the dividing wall of the huge living room that at some point had probably doubled as a dining room at the back of the house and a lounge at the front. In the back room a Twister mat was already spread out across the carpet -- and I noticed the video camera was perched atop a cabinet nearby. Well it certainly didn't look like we were going to be sitting around gossiping all night. I wondered what on earth I had let myself in for. I drained my beer and headed out to the kitchen for a refresh just as Sarah and Dave arrived. By the time I returned from the kitchen, carrying as many beers as I could manage, the first game of table tennis was already coming to an end and Michael too had made an appearance, as anticipated, by himself. After everyone had had the chance to warm up with a couple of games -- which was enough for everyone except me, who'd never played before -- there was a bit of a huddle between the group. "Same rules as last time?" Josh said. Some nods were immediate, some minds had to be cast back a little, then nods followed. "Excellent. Let the games begin." And with that the group broke up, controllers were grabbed and suddenly I felt on the outside of a personal joke. As the first game started I sidled slowly up to Josh. "What were the rules last time?" I asked casually, reaching up on the tips of my toes to whisper into his ear. "Oh sorry Grace. Rules are simple. Whoever loses removes one item of clothing. Strip Wii. Not strip and wee though, that's something entirely different and I draw the line way before that!" I dissected the statement in my mind. Strip Wii? "Joking right?" Josh shook his head slowly. "What have I let myself in for?" "Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't go home without a smile on your face -- or something on your face at least." "I'm not wearing much as it is." I said, but Josh just shrugged. "And, I've never even played on one before." But he was uninterested by my protestations. "Don't worry about spending most of the night naked. This lot have already seen you like that anyway." I coughed and nearly spat my beer all over the carpet. Josh was smiling, but not in a way that made me think he was joking. "Am I the only person who's not seen these videos?" "Yup" "So what's Twister for?" "Patience." He said. "One thing at a time." "Right you lot." He said to the group as he stepped away from me. "Grace is up next with Matthew, but she's a Wii virgin, so be gentle." Then he turned back to me. "Shoes don't count." He said, pointing at my ancient Reeboks. "They should have come off at the door when you came in. Have some respect for the crib, man." ... Needless to say, I lost. I tried to claim a moral victory by the fact that I'd not lost six-nil and had actually managed to claim a point, but it fell on deaf ears. Unprepared as I was for Strip Wii, I wasn't even wearing socks beneath my trainers. The journey around the corner to Josh's house was maybe 150 meters at most and I did have a habit of going barefoot when indoors. So not only was I the crappest in terms of my Wii expertise, I was wearing less than anyone else, and as such already had a decision to make. Off with my jeans and continue in my knickers, or off with my camisole and be immediately down to my bra. All eyes were on me, I looked down at my cami, it was not going to offer me any protection, hanging as it did to just over the waistband of my jeans. Oh well. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down over my hips, kicking them into the corner of the room before standing before the group with my hands on my hips. Eyes roved over my body before Josh directed everyone back to the next round of games. Josh moved my turn to the final game of the next round, but it only prolonged my demise rather than avoiding it. By the time I lost my second game Alicia had also lost twice - and as a result both socks, Sarah had lost twice and had removed both hold ups, a few other items, mainly socks lay strewn around whilst both Josh and Michael were still fully clothed. Once again, all eyes are on me. I looked from face to face. "Oh fuck it!" I said, and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my knickers and drew them slowly down my legs, before stepping out of them, stooping down and plucking them off the floor. "It's not like there's anyone here who hasn't already seen my pussy." A low whistle escaped someone's lips. "Okay, maybe there was one." "Right. Let's move on. What next?" After a brief discussion, which revolved around the fact that the boys still possessed most of their gear and we were playing sports that they were better at, it was decided to move onto Wii Fit and from somewhere a balance board was produced. A quick flick through the activities did a little to put my mind at rest. I might be rubbish at table tennis, but as captain of the university hockey team, and unbeknownst even to my little sister, a trained, qualified fitness instructor, I was hoping this would give me a bit of a head start. I was after all, down to my last two items of clothing. I figured I'd take the bull by the horns and I challenged Josh to the jogging. It was simple, I let him keep up with me until the final straight, then as the finishing line appeared, I out-sprinted him to the line and after a brief celebration, I feigned exhaustion and hunkered down by the settee as if to get my breath back. "Oh that was close." Someone behind me trilled. "Lucky bitch!" Was Josh's less than generous interpretation between deep breaths. "Not luck, I'm just better than you." I said, standing up and stretching my fingers towards the ceiling, both to extend the muscles in my lower back and to flash him an eyeful of my naked pussy. "Let's go again then." Josh said, suddenly bouncing lightly on his toes. "Rematch, rematch, rematch!" Broke out amongst the group before Alicia pushed me towards the television to accept the challenge. The immediate rematch was very one sided. By the halfway point, Josh was already struggling, a diet of beer and cigarettes taking their toll. I crossed the line first with a healthy lead. Josh had, in the space of six minutes, lost both his socks and finally we had progress! I retreated to the kitchen to refresh my beer. As I let the fridge door swing shut with a thump I noticed Sarah watching me from the doorway. "Beer?" I asked, and when she nodded, I slid the bottle across the kitchen worktop towards her and retrieved a second one for myself. The silence seemed to stretch, the atmosphere somehow a little strained. "You okay?" I asked, a little uneasily as I felt her eyes roving all over me. Sarah just nodded again. I started to walk towards her, there wasn't much of a conversation going on here, but as I approached she finally spoke. "Wait." She croaked, then supped from the bottle and cleared her throat. "Can I, er," she paused, took a deep breath and looked down at her shoes. "Can I touch it?" "Touch what?" Although to be fair, I had an idea. She'd not taken her eyes off me since I'd flipped off my knickers. "Erm." I leant across and lifted her chin with the tip of my finger. Finally she lifted her eyes to meet mine. "Only if I can touch yours as well." She flinched a little, then smiled weakly. "Just joking. Why the fascination? Never seen one before?" "I've never seen a shaven one before." I must have laughed a little, I didn't mean anything by it. I guess some people have seen a bit more and done a bit more than others. "I've led a pretty quiet life." She said, as if she could read my mind. "Nothing wrong with that." I said. Gently I took hold of her hand and as she watched me, I brushed her fingers over my cleanly shaven pussy. Sarah gasped. I felt her fingers spread inside my lips. I gasped. "It's so smooth.". She whispered. "It's such a, erm, clean feeling." "And so much bigger than when you started." I groaned. "If you don't stop soon, I'll not let you go until I'm done with you." Finally, Sarah looked at me with intrigue and maybe just a little lust, but even as she did so she retracted her hand. "Curiosity sated?" I slipped my arm around her shoulders. "Come on, let's get back to the party before anyone misses us." "Thanks." She said with a nervous smile. "The pleasure really was all mine. Perhaps I'll let you finish me off properly later, or maybe I'll return the favour, once your clothes are off." Back in the living room the jogging continued. In our absence Natalie had lost her top and was down to her bra, and Matthew was finally topless. Finally, the boys were getting a decent challenge. "Come on you two, you're both up next." Matthew said, pointing towards Sarah and me. Sarah made a decent game of it, but she was never going to win. I let her think I'd just pipped her at the post, then before she had the chance to do anything else, I pulled her shirt off over her head. "Hey you. I've still got my socks on." "Too late. What's next, jogging's not really fair on any of you, I'll have you all naked in no time." Natalie chose the Step routine -- again assuming that the boys would be rubbish. She was right, but had no idea that she'd not put a challenge up to me at all. I've been teaching classes most of the way through university. Once you're qualified and know what you're doing it's a damn easy way to make money. I can make more in a couple of classes than the girls are making at the dancing clubs - and with a hell of a lot less hassle. Two rounds later I was still in my camisole and bra. The boys had lost both rounds, all were suddenly topless, now also presumably down to just trousers and boxers. I was certainly hoping there were not any Y-fronts in the room. I noticed them exchanging a couple of glances between them. I think they'd assumed the girls would all be naked by now, yet suddenly they were in danger of being the first. The Boy Next Door With how boys are I guess it was not Michael, Dave or Matthew's intention to spend a great deal of time stood naked next to Josh -- unless they were all similarly endowed, in which case, why were we pissing about playing games when we could be rolling around on the carpet? We changed games again and initially the obstacles course proved to be a little more of a challenge. I lost my first round to Alicia, but decided, much to the disappointment of the boys to remove my bra and leave my cami on. For my second contest I drew Sarah out of the hat. She'd lost her skirt at some point, but I noticed she still sported both of her socks. It was a close run thing, but I just squeezed ahead of her before a giant swinging ball smacked her off the course and sent her tumbling into the sea below. As soon as she saw the result she knew what was coming and turned towards me. I reached around and unclipped her bra and tossed it onto the growing pile. A few more rounds passed and two of the lads were down to their boxers, Sarah was doing pretty well, although she was topless and still had both her socks. Natalie was down to her bra and knickers, she must have been wearing everything she owned, I couldn't really remember her actually winning anything. And finally Alicia -- obviously also prepared for what the night held - had managed to retain her bra, knickers and vest top. As the game seemed to be pretty even, we stuck it for another round. I was pitted against Josh and lost, so after a bad start and a strong middle, I was the first to be naked. As he had done to me, I challenged him immediately to a rematch. "Why? When you lose, what do I get?" He said, pointing at my naked body with the neck of his beer bottle. "Perhaps I'll suck you off then." I suggested, but Josh shrugged. "That's pretty much a given before the night's out anyway." He said. "Okay then. Do it for a dare." Natalie said. "If Josh wins, he gets to dare you to do something." That seemed fair to me. I nodded. Josh nodded. The challenge was set. As it happens, I thrashed him. I hoped all this physical activity wasn't wearing him out too much. Anyway, now there were two of us naked. As I watched Dave beat Michael, leaving him naked too. I couldn't help notice the girls' inability to tear their eyes away from Josh, Natalie was practically salivating at the sheer sight of his enormous cock. I had a pretty strong feeling that by the time he got to bed tonight, his cock would need most of January to recover. The next twenty minutes saw the remaining clothes topple like dominos until everyone was sat around naked, and surprisingly comfortable in each other's company. It made me wonder how many times this had happened. Even Sarah, who was so shy in my company, seemed to be perfectly at home -- albeit with her arms cuddled around her knees in such a way that hid everything from view. From where I sat, she simply looked like a pair of legs and arms with a head balanced on top. Drinks were refreshed and the sexual tension in the room spiralled upwards as eyes absorbed all the naked flesh around the room and conversation dried up. I craved attention. I was soaking wet and had a suspicion that Natalie was the same. She'd trimmed her bush down into a neat, cropped Brazilian, and her raspberry pink lips were so distended, they couldn't be anything other than oily and wet. Amongst the boys there were a couple of budding erections, which I was beginning to hope were going to be put to their proper use some time in the not so distant future. "So what's next?" I asked, keen now I could see four eager cocks not to waste a great deal more time. I had assumed it would have something to do with Twister, but having presented them with an opportunity, I guess they changed the agenda to suit. "Well now." It was Matthew who spoke first. "I guess you were the first to lose an item of clothing and the first to be naked, so technically you lost." "Absolutely true." Dave chipped in. "I reckon that deserves a forfeit." Heads were nodded. Great I thought. They'll make me run around the block naked or something like that. I'd been in enough hockey teams to know that the stock forfeit for anyone naked, is a quick trip to see the neighbours. "I think we should have a live performance." Josh said, getting up and retrieving the video camera. "After all, you did promise me one at Ali's party." "Don't remember promising." I said, not caring, just relieved really that I hadn't got to do anything outside that might involve me bumping into dad as he stood on the corner having a smoke. "Doesn't matter now anyway, it's a forfeit for losing." "Loser, loser, loser!" Broke out in chorus around the room. I stood up as the group fell silent, drained my beer, which was enough to make my head fuzz nicely, and straddled the armchair, facing them. I had their undivided attention. Leaning back I spread my legs and relaxed, running my fingers down the length of my body. I paused briefly at my breasts and gave them both a squeeze. There was no need to linger, Sarah had made sure my nipples were awake. I traced a path down my stomach, then walked my fingers over my pubic bone. As I suspected, my lips were swollen and wet. I rubbed slowly at my pussy lips with the tips of three fingers, moving them over and over in small concentric circles and with each motion, feeling my body relax. I opened my eyes and found Sarah sitting on the floor with her back to settee, her legs still embraced in her arms. I pinned her gaze with mine for a moment, then motioned for her to come to me. Her reaction was not immediate, but I do think that she would've come to me on her own accord, but her delay was enough for Dave to give her a nudge and at that she came towards me. As she stood and stretched I could already see her pussy was completely clean shaven, without a single wisp of the blond bush I had expected. She must have sensed me staring. She strode confidently over to me, her arms swinging by her side and knelt down beside me. "Sorry!" She said with a shrug, the corners of her mouth just creeping upwards. "I couldn't resist it." "You cheeky bitch." I whispered as she stared at me. "Nice pussy by the way." There was an unmistakably twinkle in her eyes and I wondered briefly how I could be played so easily by someone two years younger than me. "Does it taste as good as it feels?" "Why don't you find out?" I said, wondering if anyone else could hear us. But unfortunately, instead of burying her head between my legs Sarah straddled the chair's second arm and followed my lead until we were masturbating in unison, both of us bucking our hips up in rhythm to meet the two fingers we had inside ourselves. A second quick look around the room confirmed that we now had four very ready cocks. Sarah was completely submerged, her eyes scrunched shut and her inhibitions totally subdued. As I fingered myself, I rubbed my pubic bone with the heel of my hand, but after a few moments, it was not enough and I sought out my button with my other hand. Just the first touch brought my climax stampeding towards me and for the first time, I gave out an involuntary whimper that rose to a long, deep moan. "Oh yeah!" I moaned a little louder, suddenly remembering that I was being filmed. "That feels so good." I pushed my hips up to meet my fingers more frantically. "Umm. Shit. That's gonna make me cum." I panted, perhaps a little theatrically. Whether I'd succeeded in egging Sarah on or if she too was close to teasing an orgasm out of her body it was impossible to tell, but her moans increased in both rhythm and volume as she rubbed frantically around her clitoris. My mind filled with an image of four cocks stood over me, ready to pump their cream all over my tits and it was more than enough to finish the job. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" I cried out and felt my orgasm hit me once, then continue to flow through my veins like an electric current. My hips twitched and my muscles gripped my fingers like a vice. Sweat had burst out on my forehead and I felt a drip trickle down my temples into my hair. I opened my eyes to see things had moved on somewhat. Natalie had succumbed to temptation and was watching Sarah and I intently whilst playing gently with her pussy, whilst Alicia munched away on Matthew's cock, his hand pinning her down into his lap as he sat cross legged on the floor and she knelt on all fours, her pert bottom pointing in the air. Josh focussed his attention -- and his camera - on Sarah, whose vibrant moans now mixed with Matthew's increasingly guttural grunts. Sarah's eyes were still clamped shut, her face screwed up in her increasing desire. I rolled off the armchair and crawled on all fours until I was in front of her. With her presumably still oblivious of my presence, I ran my tongue slowly between her fingers. She jumped and her eyes snapped open. This could only go one of two ways. I saw an instant of panic in her face and my heart sank a little as I expected her to push me away in disgust. I ran my tongue over her pussy again, but this time rather than jump, she moaned, relaxing back onto the chair. The third time I licked her, her fingers slipped free, giving me full access, and as those fingers entwined into my hair, she pulled me with considerable vigour towards her wet sex. With permission granted, I sucked greedily on her lips. I wanted her to cum quickly, tonight was not a night to be teased, there was far too much candy to be eaten to savour each individual bit. I closed my mouth over her lips and sucked them into my mouth. Sarah's whimper instantly grew to what can only be described as a primeval growl. She slid along the arm of the chair so she was closer to me and ground her pussy into my face. "Fuck yes." She moaned. "Make me cum. Suck my pussy." She wailed as her ecstasy grew. I continued to suck hungrily on her lips, then pushed two fingers inside her. It was enough. She wailed until her lungs were drained and I felt her quiver beneath my grip. As she fell silent, I released her lips and slowly lapped at them with the end of my tongue until her eyes snapped open and she almost swatted me away. "Stop. Enough." She panted, covering her pussy with her hand to prevent me further access. Then suddenly, without warning, there was a cock inside me. What was this, tag-team fucking? I squealed with surprise. It wasn't Josh, I also guess it wasn't Matthew. My squeal simply encouraged them on and hands gripped my hips. It was nice to know that I couldn't perch on all fours, waving my wet pussy at a room of men for long without one of them taking the bait. "God that feels good." I moaned. It'd been a month since I'd last had a fuck. And it was a crap one. I'd forgotten how much I needed it. I guess Alicia was right, I would have ended up in bed with William, or if I was drunk enough, just somewhere on the walk home. The rutting male fucked me purely for his own benefit, his nails digging into my hips. This wasn't a two way thing, it was the release of a man who has had a hard-on for too long. I didn't care, I'd had my nice orgasm, if he fucked one out of me as well, then that was a bonus. Sarah stayed perched on her armchair watching us, her fingers inching ever closer back towards her pussy. "Come on, harder." I moaned. "Don't be shy." The rhythm increased and I braced my hands against the armchair so I could push back onto his cock. My body was slick with sweat as I bucked and pushed as deep as I could onto his cock. "Come on. Fuck me." I ordered, as I heard his breathing shorten and realised he was close to climax. "Fuck!" He panted. "Fuck yeah, that's fucking excellent pussy." Now there's a compliment you don't hear every day. "When you're ready mate." I heard Josh say. It meant nothing to me. Suddenly his cock was gone. Hands grabbed my arms and I was manhandled across the room. They sat me next to Alicia with my back to the settee, exactly where Sarah had been sat before she'd joined me on the armchair. Michael stepped towards me, his cock clasped in his fist, his face red. He stood over me and I realised what was coming. I pushed my tits together and tipped my head back. "Do it. Cum all over me." I gasped. "Cum on me. Treat me like your whore." Cum rained down onto my cheeks and chin, then down my neck and finally onto my tits, I moaned my appreciation and slowly rubbed it into my tits until they glistened with hot, sticky seed. I opened my eyes to see that Josh was still filming both Alicia and I. Alicia was covered in Matthew's cum. It was everywhere, but mainly on her face. "Do they always do that?" I whispered as Josh zoomed in on our filthy faces. "Without fail." She panted, then planted a kiss on my lips so I could taste Matthew's seed as well as that of Michael. ... Drinks were brought in and I stayed slumped against Alicia and the settee. The Wii was slid back beneath the television and replaced with a laptop plugged into the television that filled with video clips taken from amateur porn sites. The room was silent with all eyes on the television. Suddenly it crossed my mind if that was why everything was recorded. Would the clips include people within the group? Would tonight's tape find its way onto the internet? I took a sip from my beer, unable to tear my eyes away from the television. Were the first videos Josh had taken of me already on the internet? Suddenly that thought filled my head and my heart beat harder. When I'd asked him if everyone had seen the videos he'd said yes. I'd meant everyone in the room. Had he just meant everyone? With that thought rolling through my head, my attention turned back to the television. Internet porn had never really appealed to me before. In fact, porn full-stop had never really appealed. It was always too over-produced and too plastic. But I'd be the first to admit that it was difficult to take my eyes off the television now. Poorly filmed, poorly lit porn, but containing real people, was something else entirely. Very sexy indeed. I sat in silence and slowly drank my beer. I've no idea how long it took me to tear my eyes away from the television, but I realised that I was still covered in cum. "Think I'm going to clean myself up a little." I whispered over to Alicia, who I could see was also gripped, her left hand slowly creeping towards her lap. "You coming?" Alicia shook her head but after a moment turned slowly towards me. "Nope. Can't." She said. Her face was still covered in cum and what little seemed to have slipped off her face was drying into a crust on her neck and breasts. "Can't?" "It's all part of the dares. You had to wank for Josh because you were the first to lose your clothes. I was the first to be cummed on. I've got a choice. I've got to take delivery of the pizzas when they arrive. I can either go to the door naked or clothed but like this" She said. "My choice." "So you're going down the clothed but cummed-on route?" "Not decided. Might go naked as well, just to get one up on them." "Another drink?" There didn't seem a great deal else left to say. Alicia nodded and I clambered creakingly to my feet and headed for the bathroom. ... I walked back downstairs to find Josh alone in the dining room rummaging through some cupboards and clattering plates and glasses around. "Are you emptying the dishwasher?" I asked, taking a detour rather than heading straight back to the lounge. "Some people's chores are never done." He said as he turned towards me. There was a moment when we both just stared at each other in silence, then I realised I was walking slowly towards him. I reached out and took his semi-erect cock in my hand. "So when do we get to play with this?" I asked, staring up into his eyes. "Whenever you like." He said, with the slightest moan as I began to feel the blood rush into his meat. "Just seems like you've been a little reluctant so far." He just watched me in silence. His cock was now solid and so thick I could barely enclose my fingers around it. "Although, you seem a little less reluctant now." I said, squeezing him tightly in my fist. Suddenly I was in his arms. He carried me across to the polished dark wood dining table and draped me across it. The sudden shock of the cold wood against my hot skin made me gasp and arch my back. I watched as he stood between my legs and gently pulled my ankles apart with his hands. Then he pulled me slowly across the table towards him. I could see his cock bobbing expectantly. As he pulled me closer a thought flashed across my mind. Would I be able to take him all? Or, in fact, pretty sure that I wouldn't be able to, how much of him would I be able to take, and for how long? I shivered as the head of his cock nuzzled against my lips. I exhaled slowly and tried to relax, counting slowly to ten in my head. Josh pulled my ankles even further apart and I reached down between my legs and found his cock. I rubbed it luxuriously along the length of my lips until it was slick with my juice, then positioned him over my hole. Instantly, I felt him increase the pressure. He was slow, yet insistent. I breathed slowly, in, out, in, out and felt myself begin to relax. I pushed my hips up to meet him tentatively and felt the very tip of his cock nuzzle inside me. Still he pushed forward with gentle persistence. Suddenly, I yielded and my pussy swallowed the first few inches of his meat. "Oh fucking amazing!" I panted. He pulled away slowly, easing what little was inside me back out, then his next thrust slipped another inch inside me. He rocked back and forth slowly, but with each penetration tested another inch to see how much I would be able to manage, but even staring down and watching half of it inside me, I was already full enough. I concentrated on gripping his cock as tightly as possible, but in all fairness, it was hardly a challenge as his monster cock stretched me wider than anything I had ever attempted to take before. As Josh's thrusts became more insistent, I could feel more and more of him inside me and as his excitement grew he pushed harder and I squealed in pain. "Fuck no! Too fucking deep." I squealed in both shock and pain, and instantly -- and too his credit -- I felt what seemed like a mile of cock slide out of my body. After a moments respite he was back inside me, again building slowly up towards the half way point. His rhythm altered and I wondered if it was one he'd had to adapt to, after all I doubt whether he'd ever managed to force all of his meat inside anyone yet. Short stabbing motions made the most of half of his cock and kept me almost constantly full. His eyes never left my face as he fucked me, but as his stare became more and more glazed I guessed he was probably approaching his climax. In the end, his cock was simply too much, it was a challenge I could not win. As his breath began to shorten, I was worried his enthusiasm would drive his cock back inside me too deeply and I just couldn't relax. I slipped from his grip and off the table. Kneeling before him, I wrapped my tits around his shaft and with each thrust between my cleavage I swallowed his tip, licking and slurping all my own cream from his cock. "So, you ready to come all over my face?" I pouted, looking up into his eyes to find myself once more staring into a camera lens. "Where did you get that from?" I asked with a shake of my head. "Suck it." Was all I got in response, so I obeyed. I could actually feel his pulse throbbing through his cock. How did he not faint when he stood up with a hard-on? The damn thing must need nearly a gallon of blood by itself. "Come on. Cum on me." I urged between thrusts. "Do it. Do it now." "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Then he was in control. He clenched his cock in his fist and almost before he touched it, it erupted. As he had done in my bedroom just a few days before, he came hard, his semen squirting from his cock as if under tremendous pressure. The first volley cleared me completely. I felt some of it splash on the soles of my feet as I knelt on the carpet, the rest was much better directed and within moments I was smothered in cum again having only just cleaned myself up. The Boy Next Door I am a normal type of guy. I have played around some what with girls and some times boys. All this was in my youth. I have never fucked a boy/guy but had wanking sessions with them. I am Jeff Davis, 39 years old and been happily married for some 16 years. My wife and I have two children, a 19 year old girl and a 16 year old boy. My wife and I are your average type, sex once a week, usually of the normal type. My wife has no idea of my homo activities from my younger days which I do my best to suppress. My homo feeling show up when I fuck the arse of my wife, she does not like it but does it to please me. The wife works away for home from time to time, some times away for a week. I,on the other hand work from home as a science fiction writer which earns some income, but the wife's income is much bigger. We have been at this address for some 8 years and are friendly with the mother next door who has two children, the son Tim who is 18 years old but looks and acts like a 15 year old and Ann who is about 16 years old and acts like it. It was one summer day some three months ago that changed my life which I have managed to keep this from my wife. I was out in the garden contemplating some fictional story that my agent wanted in a rush. I heard a shout from over the next doors fence. I looked and the young lad Tim was beckoning me to go over to him. "I'm sorry to trouble you Mr Davis but could you help me with this piece of wood I wish to saw up" he said. I got round to the bottom of his garden and was told to hold this plank of wood on the work bench while he sawed it. I did as I was told and held the plank. Tim got the hand saw leaned forward and began to saw. It was a hot day and we both being in light top and shorts I could see the sweat starting to run down his back,and that is not all I saw. His mussels on his fine body and arse were flexing. I noticed he had a nice round arse and developed legs. My homo thoughts were rising along with my cock. Tim explained that he wish to make a bench seat to fit in his shed, at that point it started to rain so Tim invited me into his rather small shed to await the rain to stop. The shed was about 6 foot by 5 foot with a small window facing his house. The shed had a chest of draws and what looked like a double drop leaf table with the leaves removed making it a narrow top about 13 inches in width which was placed under the small window. As I stood inside I watched Tim moving this plank of wood into position, moving about stretching and bending, I noted his skin between the top of his shorts and the bottom of his tank top, skin was of the light colour with little hair. I was getting a little excited watching him trying to fit the plank at the end of the bench. He asked for my help which I gladly gave while allowing myself to rub up against his body. It crossed my mind that he might suspect my motives, but he did not to say or seem to show it. With the job finished he turned around and faced me as I quickly put one foot on the new seat to hide my bulge. Tim indicated he needed a hammer that's in the draw of the bench, leaning over opening the draw getting the hammer. Has he hammered the plank of wood making it fixed to the shed I noticed in the part opened draw a poro book and a tube of KY jelly. He wanted to know why I was laughing so I showed him the porn book. He was quick to say the shed gives him privacy from his younger sister who is always sneaking around and with a smirk on his face added the jelly smoothes things along. He picked up the part used tube of jell placed it on the narrow table under the small window and leaned forward putting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands and proceeded to stare out of the window as if looking out for his sister. I stood behind him looking down at is girly shaped arse and hips. I had the hardest cock I have known for a very long time. I was in a quandary, shall I stand back and make some excuse to leave or what???. Without any more thought I leaned forward allowing my hardness to touch between the cheeks of Tim's arse. With my hands at my side I waited some 30 seconds waiting for a sign from him, it felt like 30 minutes, and then he wiggled his arse a little. I was now convinced he was 'up for it'. I slid my hands up his thighs and moved to the front of his shorts quickly undoing the top button and sliding the zip down, his shorts fell to the floor and he quickly kicked them off and opened his legs more cocking his arse up showing his puckered anus. I looked down at his anus and I had this urge to drop to my knees and give him a tongue lashing, but I did not want to risk this moment in time and break the 'spell'. I slid my shorts and with it underwear down below my knees, I looked up and Tim who still had his head in his hands looking out of the window, I reached for the KY jelly tube that was near his right elbow quickly un-screwing the top and applying a generous amount with some nervousness onto my cock, then wiping my hands on a near by cloth. I held Tim's hip with my left hand and with my right I worked the head of my cock up and down his arse cheeks until I felt his anus, then I pushed, he resisted I noticed his head drop onto his arms. Worried he might panic I moved my hands so as my thumbs were either side of his anus then I pulled him open. It worked, I slid in and Tim gave an 'mmfffff' noise as I sank all the way in and could feel my hairs on his cheeks. I slid my hand up under his top and griped his shoulders and with three quick strokes I came with such intensity I have never had before today. I dropped my head onto his back and was completely out of breath with my legs trembling. I leaned back still holding his shoulder with one hand, leaning to the right I grabbed his cock with my right hand pulling it to one side so I could see most of his cock and stroked it about six times then he shot three ropes of cum' two landing on the floor and one onto the table top. I could feel all three of his shots as his anus contracted around my cock. Tim's head was laying on his side looking back at me, and not looking out of the window. I suddenly became frightened of being caught, I withdrew my cock pulling up my shorts and telling Tim that its time I got back home. We both dressed putting our clothes in some order, Tim asked if I would fit an internal lock on the door so he can keep some privacy. I said "yes get the lock and I will fit it." As I left the shed the world seemed different, that's because it was. As I walked up the garden path towards my home I felt as if a million accusing eyes were watching me and any moment now my world would come crashing down, the shame, wife leaving me, the kids shunning me. I walked into the home and the wife greeted me with a kiss asking if I sorted Tim's problem out, I gave a little smirk saying yes and went up for a shower. The Boy Next Door It was hot that late-August evening, the kind of hot that makes you wonder if you really could fry an egg on the sidewalk in the afternoon, and disappointed that the air was too still to cool you down when the sun began to set. I decided to check on my motorcycle, the one thing it seemed she could count on lately, and maybe go for a ride. I walked into the garage and, sure enough, there it was, just beckoning to me. Sleek, black, and decidedly not girly. Some, like Sandy, my checkout lady at Kroger's, "just weren't sure." I wondered what, exactly, they weren't sure of. As I wheeled the three-wheeled motorcycle out of the garage, I smelled new mown grass. That was one of the things about the dog days that I enjoyed – that smell. As I looked up, I spotted Tom, the next door neighbor's son, and one other thing that I enjoyed about the dog days, mowing the lawn. I paused to watch. There wasn't much pleasure in my life lately. Glen, my husband, has thrown himself into his medical career, volunteering for extra rounds at the hospital. Things had been this way since they – well, he, actually – decided to try to have a family. I always wanted a family, but I just didn't count on Dr. Metcalf being an unmitigated control freak. Thankfully, dear Dr. Metcalf's swimmers weren't swimming as well as he'd hoped, and since then, my life became a bit more relaxed. Maybe the word is "routine." There was some mud on the fender, so I decided my bike needed a bit of touching up. My cutoff jeans and t-shirt would work fine for washing the bike, so I wouldn't even have to change. I ran my hand under the garden hose as I filled the bucket, and then felt a sigh of relief as I wiped the hand over my sweaty forehead. I looked up, and glanced at Tom again as he pushed the mower back up his lawn. His hair bounced in his face as he struggled up the hill. His back muscles glistened in the evening sun as he strained to push the lawnmower. His jeans hung seductively on his hips, not needing a belt. As Tom's hips moved, and his jeans didn't, I wondered if I'd be lucky enough that he might just walk right out of his jeans. And that lovely ass. Small, taut, and delicious. I began to hose down the bike, and slather some soap along the seat and gas tank. I heard the lawn mower stop. Tom was rolling the mower into the garage, apparently done for the night. Well, it was a good show while it lasted, at least. I returned to my duties, slopping soap onto the engine, some water splattering onto my shirt as the rag flopped here and there. I watched Tom come out again, a glass of something in his hand, and sit down on the porch step of his house, running the glass over his forehead. I thought back to church, and the campouts I'd shared with Tom and his friends in youth group. They were a smart, curious bunch, and it was particularly rewarding to me to be a part of their upbringing. "Hey, Ms. M. You look hot." Tom stood on the other side of the bike. I glanced up over the seat to see a stunning, hairless, tan chest, with a six pack leading down to a little v-shape that led to . . . . Church, Christine. Think of church. "I mean, I brought you some lemonade." Tom held out a glass. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart beat too quickly as I stood. "I'm sorry. Lemonade?" My thoughts just now returning to reality. "Sure. Thanks." I took the glass, staring at Tom, and drank quickly, tilting my head back slightly and closing my eyes. I sighed, and opened my eyes. Wait. Was he ...? He was. I watched as Tom glared stupefied at my chest. I looked at his eyes, waiting for them to return to mine. Eventually, they did. Tom turn beet red, nearly dropping his glass of lemonade, managing a series of "Um"s and "I didn't mean to"s before excusing himself and walking quickly back to his house. I had to smile to myself. It was surprisingly flattering to think that I could be attractive to an eighteen –year-old. At 36, I was beginning to wonder. I rinsed my bike, and dried it, carefully, to give Tom a chance to calm down. Then, I walked over to talk. "Oh, hi Christine." It was Tom's mother, Kathy, who opened the door. Kathy and I were good friends. Usually we met at church each week, and consoled each other over our husband's absence. Kathy's husband was a big shot lawyer, and really didn't seem to have time for much else. Lately, though, Kathy had been the most noticeably absent, as she'd gotten a real estate license, and began pursuing a career. "Come on in." "Hi, Kathy. I didn't mean to bother you. I just wondered if Tom had a moment. I need some help at the house." I stopped a bit, surprised at how easily the lie came out. I needed to say something, though, so I could talk to Tom, and make sure he didn't feel ashamed. 'I caught Tom staring at my boobs' probably wouldn't work. Kathy called upstairs, and Tom appeared, buttoning a blue oxford button-down shirt and tucking it into his jeans. He stopped momentarily as he looked up to see me. I fell back against the door, pressing my finger against my lips as I watched him descend the stairs. "I was wondering if you could help me with my lawn mower. I can't seem to get it to start," I lied again. Geez, was this going to become a pattern? "Um. Sure. I'll be back in a few, Mom." Tom darted past us, out the front door, as I nodded to Kathy, and turned to leave. I walked slowly across the lawn, trying to steal glances at Tom's ass, without being painfully obvious. I sat down on the step in front of the door to the house, and patted the step, and Tom dutifully sat down next to me, looking a bit unnerved. Poor Tom. His eyes showed such worry, as if he was waiting for one of those cartoon anvils to fall out of the sky and crush him. Maybe this wasn't quite the time to confront things directly. "I thought maybe you'd like to go for a ride, to cool down." Tom stared, clearly not expecting this. "Um, sure. I suppose I could use a cool down." I tossed a helmet to Tom, and put mine on, straddling the bike. Slowly, Tom lifted his long, lanky leg over the seat behind me, and put his hands gingerly at the top of my hips. I smiled. Always the gentleman. "Now, Tom, you'll need to hang on tight. I don't want you sliding off the back of the seat, okay?" "Yes, Ms. M." The poor boy was polite to a fault. The bike roared to life, and I pulled out into the street. As I accelerated, I felt the cool rush of the wind against my face and body. Tom pulled himself closer to me, gradually. As I pulled onto a busier street, accelerating quickly, I felt Tom's arms slide around my stomach. He smelled of soap, cologne, and sweat. I drove around the neighborhood. There was nothing like the feeling of the breeze as I drove. Suddenly, a toy ball rolled into the road, and I grabbed the brakes hard, feeling Tom press against my back hard, and I mean that literally. As a small child wandered out to pick up the ball, and I waved at the parents on the porch, there was no mistaking it. Something was slowly snaking up my backside, and it wouldn't stop. God, this thing must be huge. Church, Christine...think of church. I felt Tom pressed against me, but move slightly, as if he were squirming. I imagine he was a bit uncomfortable with something like that snaking through his pants. For once, as it turned out, Glen had done something right. As I turned the corner, I felt what I thought was Tom's full hardness against me. Usually I hate wearing thongs – why would anyone want a string up their ass? – but Glen kept buying so many of them, I got tired of stuffing them into my dresser drawer every morning, so I started wearing them. Some of them were more comfortable than others, to be sure, but they still, generally, sucked. On hot days like today, though, they were a bit cooler than normal. Right now, though, I was realizing an unintended advantage – it was easier to feel some young man's cock sliding up my ass. And it kept growing. This thing was much larger than Glen. That was for sure. I just couldn't resist. I started a sort of a silent dance. I arched my back slightly, pushing my rump back into Tom, and Tom would squeeze against me, then back away slightly. Nothing was said, so I pretended I still had some deniability. I rode past my house, and around the neighborhood one more time. By the time I returned, it was getting dark, so I pulled into my driveway, and pulled off my helmet, shaking my hair loose. I turned around as I straddled the bike. "Tom, could you come inside for a minute?" Tom removed his helmet, and nodded, silently. As I sat next to Tom, at the kitchen table, I leaned back, stretching my back, and groaning slightly. Yes, I know that caused my chest to jut out in front of an eighteen-year-old who'd just scampered away from it, but I couldn't stop thinking about Tom's manhood against me during the ride. "Thanks for coming with me, Tom. It was nice to have a companion." "You're welcome, Ms. M." There was a delicate silence. I smiled as Tom nervously flicked a lock of hair out of his face. I pushed my shoe off, and lightly touched Tom's calf with my toe. "You know, Tom, it's no sin if you want to look at a woman." Immediately, Tom turned crimson again. "But Ms. M, I ... I didn't mean ...." He paused, hanging his head. "I'm sorry, Ms. M." I couldn't help but giggle to myself at his inarticulateness. I stopped giggling when I glanced at his chest, wide enough to pull his shirt open at the top. "That's what I'm trying to tell you, Tom. There's no need to apologize. I find it a bit flattering, actually. More important, though, I don't want you to feel ashamed. You don't have any reason to be. It's normal for a man your age to want to look, and to get aroused." "Aroused?" Tom looked shocked, and looked around nervously. "I didn't...." "I meant while we were riding, Tom." "You ... you felt that?" Tom paused, apparently surprised I'd noticed. I had to smile. "Tom, it's perfectly okay. Why do you think I kept riding after I stopped for that child in the road? It was pleasant, and harmless. There's nothing to feel ashamed of, Tom." Tom sighed, and plopped his chin in his hand, dejected. I slid my toe along his calf slowly, to try to comfort him. "Sometimes – I don't know – it just happens." I looked into Tom's dejected eyes. He really needed some time. "Well, why don't you think about it, and stop over tomorrow, after you've finished your homework, and we can talk about it. I don't want to leave you wondering." "Um, okay, I guess." I walked to the door with Tom, and kissed him lightly on the forehead, as I had many times before after conversations about things important to Tom. As I shut the door, I fell against it, my knees week. This time, the issue was important to me. *** I sat at the kitchen table, the pitcher of lemonade sweating nearby. I began to swing my crossed leg nervously, and swirl my straw in my glass. How did I look? Was my dress okay? It was a knee-length dress, white with a blue sky-like print on it. I liked it, anyway. Maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he wouldn't even show up. Listen to me. Thirty-six years old and worried about being stood up by an eighteen-year-old. I need to get out more. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. I peeked through the peep hole, and smiled broadly. There was Tom, dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and chinos, shifting nervously. "Hello, Tom." I nearly mewed. There was a knowing tone to my voice that I wasn't expecting. "Hi, Ms. M." Tom walked past me, the cologne hitting me like a ton of bricks. Well, at last he tried to doll up for me. We sat down at the table, just as we had the night before, and I poured him a glass of lemonade. "How are you feeling, Tom?" I asked, studying his eyes. He squirmed a bit in his chair. "I dunno. Okay, I guess." He was so intense about it. He put his elbow on the table, and pressed his fingers against his brow, rubbing his forehead as if he would rub out a solution like a genie from a lamp. I slid my bare foot against his calf just barely, almost imperceptibly, letting him think. I know I'm supposed to think it's all natural and stuff, but ... I dunno. It's just embarrassing, especially in front of you." Guilt, embarrassment, desire. The poor boy was a mess. As he said this, I noticed a bulge forming in his pants. Good god, that snake was going to come out of his pants and bite me if I wasn't careful. I swallowed hard, trying to control myself, feeling my heart race. I lingered for a moment, glancing at his pants. It was getting bigger alright. I decided to go for broke. "Tom, what are you feeling right now?" A long silence. Tom sat back, and looked up at the ceiling, then back at me. "Um, Ms. M, can I tell you something?" "Yes," I nearly whispered, my stomach beginning to tingle. I wondered what the leg that I was slowly caressing looked like. "I mean ... it's kinda ... I dunno ... private." "Tom," I smiled, "I promise I'll never tell." He paused, and the look in his eyes was priceless. There was confusion, fear, and so much desire I thought he might just pounce on me like a cat. "I ... No, I can't say it." He leaned back. "Tom, what is it?" I leaned forward, and put my hand on his, reassuring him. "Is it about me?" The air was electric. After a pause, he whispered, "Yes." I took his one hand in both mine, slowly caressing him. It seemed to help. "It's okay, Tom. I can keep a secret." I glanced at him. His cock was raging now, and he made no effort to hide it, surprisingly. This was too much. "I do like you. Sometimes ... I think about you." I smiled. "You mean that you fantasize about me, Tom?" Another long pause, and a whispered, "Yes." Now we were down to it; the rub. "Do you think that's bad, Tom?" Slowly, Tom looked up at me, his eyes longing. "I did ... but now I don't." I lifted his hand, slowly, and kissed it. I paused, then placed his hand on my cheek. His soft skin deepened my breath. My lips parted slightly. He moved his hand down, ever so slowly. His hand slid down my neck, and around to the back of my neck. I began to lean forward, and he began to pull, so slightly, on my neck, drawing me toward him. I felt my nipples harden as we drew closer....slowly closer.... I placed my hands on either side of his head, and tilted his head down to mine. Carefully, I licked his lips, my heart racing now. Our lips were inches apart. I felt his breath against my lips. His lips parted, and I ran my tongue over them slowly. They were so tender, and so full. His tongue grazed mine, and I melted. I tilted my head suddenly, and our lips enmeshed. He moaned softly, as his tongue began to slide over mine slowly. I whimpered as he began to suck on my tongue lightly. I was lost. I felt my center swelling, getting wet. My hands slid across his broad back. I felt my breasts press against his chest, as I straddled his lap. His chest was so hard. I felt his cock against my tummy. This guy had no clue how delicious he was. I tilted my hips slightly, allowing my pussy to grind against his cock. He gasped, and wrapped his hands around me, pulling me tight against him. I felt his hands slide down onto my ass, pulling me into him, as he ground against me. We stayed like this for a bit, just kissing, and grinding, and feeling. I couldn't put my finger on it. He felt strong, to be sure, but there was a comfort, a sense of relaxation I felt as I kissed him for the first time. These feelings were new, and I wondered where they would take me. I broke our kiss, breathless. I swallowed hard, staring into his eyes. I must have looked like a little girl who just took her first bite of candy. I felt like one, anyway. I stood, and took Tom's hand, silently, and led him upstairs. *** I sat Tom down on the bed, and smiled at him, as I stood in front of him and unbuttoned the back of my dress, letting it fall. I looked good, in a sheer maroon bra and g-string. Tom stared at me like a deer caught in headlights, and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. I watching him slide it off his shoulders, to reveal is chiseled chest. Not a wrinkle of fat on the boy. Amazing. His chest heaved with each breath. I unclasped my bra and stepped closer. My nipples were even with his face as he stared gape-mouthed. "Touch me," I whispered. Tom obliged, grabbing a breast in each hand, kneading them frantically. I felt like I was getting a pap smear. I took his hands. "Not quite so hard, at least not yet," I smiled. Tom's eyes widened. I needed to slow him down a bit. I looked down at him, and held my breasts up, sliding my nipples across his lips. He obliged, flicking my nipples with his tongue. I closed my eyes, feeling bolts of warmth shoot from my breasts to my pussy. Slowly, I knelt in front of him, and spread his legs. I unbuckled his belt, staring up at him. His eyes had a mix of fear and desire, and his chest was heaving as if he'd just finished running a mile. I unbuttoned his pants, and slid his zipper down. His cock peeked out of the top of his boxer briefs, and I had to pause for a minute, as my chest began heaving. It was huge. I don't know how big, but it had to be at least 8 inches, maybe 9. Who cares? This kid was going to do some serious damage, that's for sure. I slid my hands under the top of his briefs slowly, folding the top down, and then tugging his briefs down, with his pants. He lifted his hips up to help. I tugged the pants down to his calves, and he kicked his pants off to the side. I spread his legs again, and looked up at him, as I grabbed his cock – with both hands - and stroked him slowly. I was a bit afraid myself. I'd never had a man this big before. I licked the tip of his cock, and he shuddered, bucking his hips, and gasping. I paused, and then returned, licking more slowly. Gradually, he calmed slightly, and I slid him inside my mouth, sucking hard. "Oh, God, Ms. M, I'm gonna come!" And suddenly my mouth was filled with his jism. I sucked hard, swallowing most of it, but there was more than I could handle, and some dripped out of my mouth as I slid his cock out of me. "Oh, Ms. M, I didn't meant to so fast! I'm sorry.... It's...." I pressed my finger against his lips, silencing him, and pushing him back onto the bed. I smiled at his graciousness. He was always so eager to please. He wriggled up onto the bed, and I pulled my panties down, and straddled his hips, his cock still completely hard, and throbbing against me. There was something incredibly delicious about a man who had no clue how sexy he really was. "First of all," I instructed, "Around here, in my bedroom, I'm Christine, okay?" He nodded, eagerly. "Second, you're young. And ..." At that moment, it first occurred to me. I don't know why it hadn't before. "Am I your first, Tom?" He paused, and then nodded, slowly. The fear in his face melted me. I leaned down, and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll be gentle." I whispered. I raised up again, and grabbed his cock, sliding it over my wetness, mixing his come with my juices. My scent filled the room. "It's normal for a man your age to come quickly, especially if it's your first time. Don't be ashamed. Just be proud of how beautiful your body can be." Tom's face relaxed at this notion, and he swallowed hard. He breathed more quickly. I looked down, at his throbbing member, my heart in my throat as I thought what it would feel like inside me. "The other thing that's normal at your age, is that you can come more than once, and even sometimes more than twice." I looked down again at his cock, and back up at him. "You have a beautiful cock, Tom." I raised myself, and slowly slid onto his cock, pausing to let my pussy expand. Sweet Jesus it was huge. I slowly lowered myself, feeling like I would split in two. It didn't seem like such a bad way to go. Just as I felt him slide inside me completely, I felt him bump my cervix. Wow. I'd never been this full before. I felt my pussy begin to quiver involuntarily, and I bore down on him, squeezing my pussy around his cock, and circling my hips. The Boy Next Door I felt his hands envelop my hips, pressing firmly, lifting me, and pulling me back down, then pushing me in circles. I felt the tip of his cock slide around the top of my pussy, and I arched my back, and closed my eyes, feeling as though my pussy had inverted. A lightning bolt seared my stomach, and a warmth began to radiate slowly. And then.... I screamed when his cock hit my spot. I didn't realize I had one, frankly. It was at the top of my pussy. I felt something growing, as I swirled over him, and then suddenly, when I came down on him, his cock scraped across it, and I felt a light flash behind my eyes. I ground against him, moving up and down slightly, his cock sliding feverishly across my swollen spot. I braced myself on his chest as the warmth swelled into my arms...and my legs.... The warmth expanded to my entire body, and there was an openness, in my stomach, that expanded as I felt a wave come over me. Then another wave, and then another, more intense wave. Then two waves combined, and washed over me. I screamed as I felt my body being ripped out of me. I fell forward, onto his chest, and nestled my head under his chin, the waves still coming, my pussy still quivering, and his cock still hard. I slid my hand over his perfect, hairless chest. "Um, don't we need some protection?" Tom broke the moment. "Um ... no. I use the pill, and both of us are clean, disease-wise." I paused, catching my breath. "So ... we're okay." "Oh ... wow," was all he could muster. I caught my breath, and slid off, laying to Tom's side. "I want you to try something. Do you trust me?" "Yes, ma'am." What a polite boy. I knelt up on my hands and knees. "Kneel behind me, Tom." I felt the bed bounce as Tom wound his way behind me. I reached behind him, and grabbed his cock, and guided it into my pussy. "Now, Tom, I want you to fuck me." I felt Tom grab my hips, and begin to slam his cock inside me. Our bodies clapped loudly. I felt my ass begin to jiggle with each delicious thrust. I laid my head down, letting my breasts press against the bed sheets. My nipples hardened as I slid back and forth on the bed slightly. I was lost. Maybe, just maybe, he could slide inside me, and become a part of me. There it was, another wave. I felt his cock throb, and I squeezed it with my pussy. He gasped, and then screamed. His cock exploded inside me. At first, it hurt slightly the way his come hit me inside. I felt the waves increase, and join, and I growled loudly, feeling my pussy clamp down on him, grinding myself into him, feeling him tickle my g-spot. I was hooked, in so damn many senses. The Boy Next Door As I watched my wife motor down the road on the way to spend the afternoon with her mother, I savored the fact that I didn't have to accompany her. It was a toss-up as to what was worse, spending time in the car listening to Edna drone on or being trapped in that little house with the two of them with a forced smile on my face. I had gotten out of it, and as I made a pitcher of ice tea laced with vodka I looked out the window towards our next door neighbor's house in hopes that my young friend would be out in his backyard swimming like he was on most nice weekend days. The yard was empty now, but given the way the sun was shining and the heat was rising I had faith that young Pat would soon be out there soaking up the rays under my subtle observation. I had watched Pat grow up next door to us for the last six years and it had been my pleasure, with the enjoyment growing down that Pat was in college. My only wish was that Pat wore swimming attire like many of that generation did because Pat's bathing suit was not flattering given the beautiful body it was on. The baggy shorts gave no hint as to what was underneath, but that also let me use my imagination while enjoying the rest of him. Pat had never gotten very tall, at maybe 5'9" a couple inches shorter than myself, but his sleek frame didn't carry an ounce of fat on it, a stark contrast to my own body which had regretfully had filled out very noticeably over the years. Pat's hair was strawberry blonde like his mother's and almost as long, and he always had an impish look about him no matter if he was walking to the school bus or skateboarding past my house. So sweet looking even now, with those dimpled cheeks still appearing to never have felt a razor despite him being, if not 20 years old then close to it. The lad was destined to be one of those forever young looking guys, like Dick Clark had been, and as I settled into my lounge chair in the shade I waited for my eye candy to appear. The last time Edna had been out of town a couple weeks ago I had a wonderful time sitting out here watching Pat dive in the pool and climb out, the water making his gradually tanning skin glisten in the sunlight. The only distraction was the boy's uncle or grandfather, or whoever he was. It was a guy about my age who often showed up when Pat's Mom was not at home, and he was definitely not my type because he looked like me, a chubby hairy old fart. That day I had cum twice, which was more action than my cock had all year in the bedroom, and while I wasn't very proud of myself, the fact was that it felt so good. The first time was an accident. I had been idly rubbing myself through my shorts with my newspaper over my lap while watching Pat bounce on the diving board when my orgasm just roared up on me. The second time was not an accident. That time I had my hand working on my stiff stub while watching Pat dry his long locks. His shorts had slipped a bit, showing some pale skin below the beige stomach, and I had noticed for the first time that young Pat had a little hair under his arms, now visible because the water pasted the sparse blonde wisp of fur to his wet skin. Pat happened to wave at me just as I was cumming and all I could do was nod because I holding my paper in one hand while my other hand was occupied, and that orgasm was even more intense than the first. I remember wishing I was Pat's uncle, although the things I was thinking were not those that a real uncle would think about regarding his nephew. Then again, when I was Pat's age - younger even - I had a grandfather who had taken an interest in me. That hadn't damaged me any, and my reaction to his affection should have given me an idea that maybe I wasn't as straight as I thought I was. The ensuing few relationships with my own gender also suggested that, but I was too scared to commit. Besides, 1965 was different than now, and 2002 seems way more friendly towards gay people. Gay people? I'm not gay, I mused as I waited for Pat to come out. I'm just an unhappily married guy who had invested 35 years with a woman who seemed no more excited about me than I was with her. We were a habit. Edna has her bingo and her mother while I have a well-paying job I loathe, and my hobby has become Pat. So after I waited what seemed like hours of Pat to make his appearance, I went inside to get some more ice to keep the dwindling pitcher cold, having no idea that when I came back out my life as I knew it was going to change. *** I had just dumped the bowl of ice cubes in the pitcher, making a mental note to drink a little faster so the concoction didn't get watery, and had plopped back down unceremoniously into the lounge chair when I heard the clearing of a throat that announced that I was no longer alone. "Hey Mr. Wilson," Pat chirped as he approached from the side of the house, his unannounced appearance making me glad I had a strong heart, and as he got closer I wondered what brought on this visit, not that I was complaining about it. It was just that while we had a cordial relationship with Pat and his mother since becoming neighbors, it was usually just a nod and a hello. After all, what does a married couple in their 60's have in common with a single mother who was young enough to be their kid and her young boy? "Pat! You startled me," I said as I fumbled to grab my sunglasses which had gotten knocked askew by my sitting down. "Sorry. Guess I just shouldn't have just come over like this," Pat said sheepishly and he moved out of the sunlight and closer to me. "No, that's fine," I said, and after he declined my offer to sit with me I added. "I enjoy the company. Edna, she went away for the afternoon." "I know," Pat said as she shuffled his bare feet on my patio, the movement bringing my attention to the golden hair that grew on the insides of his wiry calves. "I saw her go. My Mom won't be back until late." "Oh, I guess your uncle will be coming over to keep you company," I mentioned, and that made Pat's face twist up a little before he smiled broadly. "Mr. Caulfield?" Pat asked, and after I shrugged and said that I just assumed that was who he was I was corrected with a laugh. "No, Mr. Caulfield isn't my uncle. That's for sure." "Oh, I just assumed..." "Mr. Caulfield is - or I should say was - a friend," Pat said and then he added wistfully. "Don't think Mr. Caulfield will be coming around any more." "Oh." "Do you think it's weird - me having friends way older than me?" Pat asked, and after I shrugged he explained. "I like people older than me." Pat was dressed like he was going swimming, wearing nothing but those baggy khaki shorts that went down to his knees, and he had his thumbs in the belt loops. That made the front of them slide down a little, and that exposed this faint trail of hairs that grew down from below his navel, making me very uncomfortable. "So, how's college going?" I said cheerfully, but Pat pretty much dismissed my question and got to the point. "Want to come over and swim with me?" "Me? Gee no. Thanks, but I'm not much for swimming," I declared. "Besides, I haven't got a bathing suit." "You can come in like you are," Pat suggested, nodding toward my sloppy attire of an old faded tank top and shorts that I had got on a trip to Florida a decade ago, and when I shook my head he added, "Or you can come over and not wear anything at all. It's okay. The Carter family on the other side went to Maine for the week and there's nobody else that can see." "I couldn't - I mean - a young fellow like you - it's different," I babbled. "I'm not in any kind of shape for that kind of thing at my age." "You look fine to me," Pat declared. "Come on, it'll be fun." "No, I couldn't," I said. "But you go right ahead if you want. I promise I won't look." "What would be the fun of that?" Pat asked. "I like it when you look over at me." "Look at you?" I said, trying to add some righteous indignation to my voice while Pat looked over at me and pretty much said with his expression that I shouldn't bother denying it. "I have another thing to swim in," Pat said. "I bought it a while back but Mom - she kinda freaked out when she saw it. Walked into the kitchen wall in fact. And Mr. Caulfield, he didn't approve at all. He's kind of a prude, or at least he plays that. You aren't like that are you Mr. Wilson?" I was speechless, although I remember trying to say something. My mouth moved but nothing came out, and the idea of a 19 year old kid putting me on my heels - an executive over three times his age - and intimidating me was embarrassing. "Here, let me show you," Pat offered, and with a snap of the clasp of his shorts the baggy shorts fell to the patio bricks. "What do you think?" Pat said as he stepped out of the shorts and stood there calmly as he modeled his bathing suit, or what there was of it. It wasn't anything I hadn't seen before in magazines or on beaches, but this wasn't some model squeezed into the impossible snug lemon yellow trunks which were something between brief shorts and a banana hammock. What commanded my attention was not a banana but more like a plantain, and while I had spent many afternoons fantasizing about what was hidden under those baggy shorts none of them included anything like what seemed to be testing the strength of the fabric. "Well?" "Uh - well they're very interesting. I can see why your mother was shocked though," I managed to say while trying to avert my eyes from Pat's outrageous bulge. "Mrs. Wilson seemed to like them," he mentioned in a matter-of-fact manner. "A couple of weeks ago you were playing golf or something and my Mom was at work. Your wife came over to the fence and asked me if I wanted to come over for a lemonade." "She did?" I asked, trying to conceive my cold wife panting over a kid like - well, like I was. "Yeah, but don't worry. I told her I didn't go for that," Pat said, adding as he stepped closer to me, "I wasn't talking about the lemonade." "Pat..." "Go ahead - touch it," Pat said as he moved up next to my chair, and when I sat there frozen he reached down and grabbed my wrist and brought my hand up. "You know you want to." I shook my head no but made no effort to stop him from bringing my hand to the center of his trunks, and when he slid my hand over to follow the bulge towards his hip I let him do it. "Pretty big, huh Mr. Wilson?" Pat said smugly after he let go of my wrist and put his hands on his hips. "You got a big one?" "No," I croaked as my hand slid down the spandex on its own, and I could feel the bulge growing and becoming firmer. "That's okay. Mr. Caulfield has a little one too. It's other parts of you that I like," Pat said as his hand rubbed my back. "Lots of time I would go in a jerk off while looking at you - your hairy legs - and wished you would take over your shirt so I could see those furry man boobs too. You ever do that? Jerk off while looking at me?" "Yes," I croaked, amazed that I would admit it. "Thought so. You want to see my cock? You know you do. Go ahead - pull the trunks down." "I can't," I almost sobbed, but Pat could, and after he peeled the skin-tight trunks down to his thighs I learned that the bathing suit hadn't enhanced what he had, if anything it had minimized his manhood. "My god," I muttered after Pat revealed a cock that I had only seen the likes of on the Internet, and judging by the way the light beige organ hung downward it was only going to get more impressive "You like my big dick, don't you Mr. Wilson?" Pat taunted, as he took his manhood by the absurdly thick stump and wiggled it at me while I sat there frozen in place. I had never seen anything like it, certainly not in person. Pat's penis was shaped like a sword, with the base as thick as my wrist, and the fact that he had removed most of what little pubic hair he had made it look even thicker. Pat's cock tapered down significantly from there, and at first I thought he was uncircumcised because I saw what looked like part of his glans peeking out, but after he wiggled it I could see that was the entire head of his weapon. The snub-nosed helmet was tiny, at least compared to the rest of his amazing weapon, making it look all the more inhuman. "You want to suck it don't you Mr. Wilson? You want to make it even bigger than it is now," Pat declared, his voice not of the innocent paper boy next door but that of somebody who had something he knew was desired, and I leaned forward and opened my mouth, only to have Pat snatch it away. "You saw mine," Pat said as he stepped back from me, his hand now pulling down on his semi-flaccid tool like it was made of rubber. His sleek body was so tan except for the pale skin from below his navel to just above his knees, and that chalky whiteness only accentuated what had been hidden. I had lost my erection from shock but now it was coming back. "I want to see you now," Pat finished. "All of you." "Out here?" I said, the thought of even taking my tank-top off back in the secluded back yard making me uncomfortable, much less the rest of me, and besides it was so bright and sunny that every thing that was wrong about me would be revealed. "Sure," Pat said. "I - I don't look anything like you," I mumbled. "I know. Now just stand up and let me see you," Pat said, and as I shook my head I didn't no whether that was a no or just a sign I was very confused and stunned at what was happening. "Either that or I gotta go - see if Mr. Caulfield is still filling my voice mail with messages begging me to take him back." "Wait!" somebody said loudly, and to my shock it came from my throat. "Can't we - inside I mean?" "We will," Pat said in response to what sounded too close to me begging. "But first I want you naked as I am. Show me. Take the tank top off first." As I reached down and pulled the tan-top out from under my shorts, I cursed myself for not going to the gym like I used to. My chunky body with man-boobs bigger than my wife's had never been trim and toned like Pat's even in my prime, but now next to him I looked... "Yeah," Pat said, his face contorting as he looked at me from the other side of the patio, his hand still working. "Now put your hands up - link your hands behind your neck for me. Yeah!" I felt like a fool posing there like I was some kind of model, and if anybody appeared from around the side of the house I would have died from shame. Even so I kept my eyes down to the ground "Oh man - how many times I got myself off over the years looking at you sitting out here like that," Pat said. "Nothing in the world as sexy as a chubby hairy bear like you. Now drop the shorts. Turn around first so your back is facing me." A puppet. That was what I felt like as I found myself doing what Pat asked, and after I turned around and pulled my shorts down I regretted not wearing underwear. "Oh yeah," Pat said - growled was more like it - and when he told me to bend over I did, or at least tried, and even spread my legs like he asked. "Love your ass Mr. Wilson. Hairy too just like I figured," Pat declared before telling me I could straighten up and turn around. I damn near fell down when I forgot my shorts were down around my ankles, and I know my eyes were were shut as I tried not to think about how sad I looked like as I played the marionette. Despite how it made me fell, my cock was hard as blue steel. "Gee Mr. Wilson, your dick is even smaller than Mr. Caulfield's is," Pat noted, and when I looked down over my barrel chest and saw my cock standing straight out I realized how unimpressive my uncut brown stub must be to another man and could feel my face turning crimson. "Pretty fat though." "Don't be embarrassed. I like it Mr. Wilson," Pat continued, and then added. "Can't you tell how much you turn me on? Look." I must not have been able to suppress that gasp that came out of my mouth when I finally opened my eyes, but I know my knees quivered when I saw that Pat's cock was now fully erect and was swaying in front of me. The meaty monster looked so out of place on this slim body, and the way his cock arched upward slightly made it look even more inhuman, although this curve exposed a pair of balls that looked normal in comparison. I think I mumbled something as Pat came toward me, holding his cock by the stump as he walked around the chair until he was right in front of me, the tip of his cock waving above mine. "Put your hands behind your head for me again Mr. Wilson," Pat said, and after I did I watched him bend his cock down to where it was even with mine. "Ah!" Pat sighed, and I think I did too when he pushed the head of his cock into my foreskin, almost his entire glans disappearing until the tips of our dicks finally met. "You're dripping Mr. Wilson." "I know." "Mr. Caulfield - he liked to call the head of my cock truncated," Pat explained. "It's the English teacher in him. I had him in tenth grade and he - well let's say he taught me a lot. What you do think of my cock?" "It's - beautiful," I gasped as Pat left our cocks docked while his right hand massaged my breasts roughly, digging his fingers into the mostly black felt on my chest and even sliding his hand over to grab a fist-full of my armpit hair and pulling it lightly. "Bet you like it in the ass don't you Mr. Wilson?" Pat asked as he came around behind me, wrapping his left arm around my neck as he ground against my back. "I - not since college," I admitted as I felt Pat's right hand reach around to grab my stiff stub in his fist. "Ever have anybody as big as me?" Pat asked as his fist squeezed my dick. "God no," I gasped as I felt his cock pressing against my spine when it was crushed between our bodies. "Don't worry, I'll only use the first six inches or so," Pat declared as he used his fingers to slide my foreskin up and down, causing me to shake even more than I had been. "Please," I whimpered as he kissed my neck and shoulders in between looking down and what his hand was doing. "You want to cum don't you Mr. Wilson?" Pat cackled. "Damn, your dick is fat. Can't get my hand around it." "Please," I almost cried as Pat let go of my cock and shook his wrist violently to get rid of the rope of pre-cum on the back of his hand before grabbing it again. "Then cum for me," Pat commanded as his fingers undulated on my throbbing dick. "Make this fat dick cum hard." Pat was stronger than he looked because even though I probably outweighed him by perilously close to 100 pounds I was leaning back against him when I came, the intensity of my orgasm making my eyes blurry although when I finally stopped cumming I could see the ropes of cum all over the patio blocks, one sparkling in the sun several feet in front of us. "You cum good Mr. Wilson," Pat was saying in my ear in between nibbling, and then he was bringing the hand that had held my dick up and tasted some of the cum on it before putting it to my own mouth. "Not bad huh? Now let's go inside." *** There had never been anybody in our bedroom besides the two of us, although being told my Pat that my wife had tried to lure him in the house for lemonade and maybe something else made me feel less guilty. "You got lube Mr. Wilson?" Pat was asking as he followed me in the bedroom, where the unmade bed somehow bothered me for some reason, and that request had me scurrying to the dresser and into the drawer of the night table. "I want you to suck it first," Pat said after setting the tubes on bed. "Bet you do too." Pat's hands were on my shoulders, moving me down to my knees, and he even led me through this because he knew how he liked it. "Here. Now put this hand around here," Pat instructed as he put my left hand around the muscled stump before grabbing my other hand and putting it next to it like it was a bat. "And the other one here. See? Plenty left for you to suck." The Boy Next Door There was. My lips took in the little gumdrop head and slid down, my mouth parting wider and as I neared my hand, and when my lips hit my hand the tip of his prong was poking my throat. "Now go up and down," Pat explained, and as he squeezed some lotion on my hands and the goo went between my fingers he continued. "Now use your hands too. Jerk that cock while you suck. That's it. Jerk it hard." "Oh yeah - suck my big dick Daddy," Pat declared as he ran his hand through my scalp on his way to squeezing my shoulder, and although I didn't understand why he called me that it didn't bother me even though somehow I was the one being treated like the child. "Is it big enough for you Daddy?" I couldn't talk obviously but the answer was obvious as my saliva only managed to wet the half of his prodigious manhood that my greased hands were stroking. "Let's get you up on the bed," Pat said as he reached under my arms and helped me get up onto the bed, and as I knee-walked towards the center Pat asked me if I had any rope. "Next time," Pat said when I said no. "I like those bedposts. I'd like to tie you to them and put you on your back so I can watch your face when I fuck you. You aren't going to cry are you? Mr. Caulfield sometimes did when I got carried away." "No - don't know," I mumbled as I felt Pat's greased hand between my ass cheeks, and I let out a yelp when he introduced a finger into my anus. "Oh - you're tight. I like that," Pat exclaimed as he pushed another finger into me. "Nothing better than a plump ass and a tight hole, but I'll loosen that up for you." After Pat's fingers spun around in me for a minute they slipped out, and then Pat was walking around to the other side of the bed, greasing his cock liberally as he looked down on me. "Been dreaming about this for quite a while," Pat said as he cast the lotion aside and used both of his fists to slide up and down the shaft of his cock. "Want me to turn the pictures upside down for you? Mr. Caulfield used to." "No," I said, shaking my head after briefly looking at the pictures of Edna and myself on the dresser, taken during better times. "Okay then," Pat said as he came back around behind me, and then the bed was moving as he climbed on and moved behind me as I knelt there on all fours, and then Pat leaned over me and squeezed my breasts while hissing in my ear. "Gonna fuck you good and hard Daddy." I barely felt it when the tip of Pat's cock popped into my puckered ring, but as Pat pushed more in that changed. Grabbing my wife's pillow, I buried my face in the scented pillow case while biting down hard into it and trying not to think about what was happening to my anus as the thicker part was being introduced. "You like that Daddy?" Pat was asking after he slid back out, and it felt like he was popping the head in and out as he spoke. "You like my big dick in your ass?" "Yes," I said because not only was it what Pat wanted to hear, it was the truth, and although I groaned when Pat slid back in, probably a little further that he had been in before. "Please don't put it all in." "Don't worry Daddy - hardly a half so far and you're taking it really good," Pat said as he leaned on top of me, kissing my back and even biting my shoulders lightly. "Love my hairy Daddy. You're already getting a little damp. Gonna make you really sweat before I'm done." "AH!" I cried out when Pat went deeper still, and I could imagine that arching prong poking out my stomach because it sure felt like all of it was in me. How long was that thing of his? Guys don't have foot long cocks in real life but not only did Pat look like he had one it felt even longer, but as he began getting into a steady rhythm the discomfort was dulling. Pat's hands squeezing my nipples was also a sweet mixture of pleasure and pain, and as the bed rocked and the sweat began to fly it was clear that while Pat was little more than a kid he knew what he was doing as he worked his cock deep into my bowels. Pat had remarkable self-control, continuing to thrust slow and deep even while squirting more lube down there, but after a few more minutes his thrusts became brisker and more urgent. Suddenly he let out a moan as his cock twitched inside of me, and then my ravaged insides felt the soothing warmth of his youthful seed as Pat collapsed onto me where he stayed until after that serpent-like monster eventually slithered out of me. *** "I've got to go Mr. Wilson," Pat told me as he got off of me, and as he slapped my ass he added, "You were really good - tight as hell - and I like that. Let me know when your wife takes off again, or maybe we can slip out back at night and I can do you out there." "Maybe," I mumbled as the boy left, and as I rested in the bedding I could feel his seed trickling out of my anus. The sensation was pleasant, so pleasant that I was soon grinding myself into the sheets while pretending I was fucking Pat like he did me. It was a fantasy because I knew that my dick was too short to do the job but it was nice to dream. I didn't get fully hard but close enough so that I came eventually, an orgasm not nearly as intense as Pat's rough hand had induced for me, and then I closed my eyes to take a nap. The next thing I knew Edna was yakking away, heading down the hall to the bedroom. A quick check of the clock told me my nap had been of bear-like proportions, and I barely got the sheet over me before the drone got there. "Sleeping the day away?" she clucked while I feigned dozing, and as she babbled away she complained, "Going to open the windows and air this place out. What do you want for dinner?" "Anything," was my reply, and after she left I struggled to get out of bed, my ass feeling like it was on fire, but after the shower refreshed me I was already wondering whether my young friend would be interested in playing outside after dark. *** Thanks for reading. The Boy Next Door Ch. 02 For the next two days I could not stop thinking about our coupling in the shed. I tried to fuck the wife up the arse hoping to imagine it was Tim's arse, but she would not have it. She asked what's got me so horny as she turned me onto my back and got on top into a 69 position. I got tonguing her pussy from top to bottom. Thrashing my tongue around and in her pussy, she moaned with pleasure. She started licking up and down my cock. Sex with the wife is ok, but limiting. She has never taken my spunk into her mouth, I always have to tell her when I'm cumming so she can finish me with a hand job or finish me by having sex. This time I will not tell her, I will make her have it down the throat. As she was busy with her mouth on my cock, I moved a little so I had a good view of her arse hole and I imagined it was Tim's arse hole. I started to lick it, she said I'm a dirty bugger (I hope I was) I felt the start of cumin so I stiffing up my tongue and rammed it into her anus at the same time held her head down onto my cock and climaxed into her mouth. I held her head against her will. I must have cum loads, or so it felt like it. After I finished and releasing her head from my cock she rolled of the bed and very angrily said "I'm going to the bathroom for a mouth wash – you pervert" Some days latter I was sitting in the garden writing some notes of my thoughts about the next chapter in my science fiction book for my agent. There was a shout from next doors garden, looking up to see it was Tim holding a lock for the shed. Tim asked if its ok to fit the shed lock now and he would help me and supply the tools necessary. Yes I will be over to you in about 5 minutes after I finish this draft chapter for my agent. I started to make my way to Tim's shed when my wife saw me and asked where I was going, I told her about the job I agreed to do for Tim. She noted that she was glad that I had befriended him and informed me that dinner will be about 30 minutes and kissed me. I went around to his shed seeing him holding a bolt type lock, he asked if this will do, yes I said. We entered the shed and immediately my thoughts flooded back to our fucking a few days ago. We looked at each other, smiled, then Tim gave me the lock and sat down on his new plank of wood to watch me drilling screw holes in preparation and as I was fitted the bolt to the inside of the shed door he said "Its not fair" I said "what is not fair" With a smile he said "you have seen my arse, my arsehole, my cock and my spunk, but I have seen nothing of you, although I did love what your cock did to me." I had to agree with him as I was about to finish fitting the locking bolt. I suggested that he come to my house this weekend, my wife will be away on a training course, also my two kids will be at their grandparents for the weekend then you will see all of me and more. I cant wait that long he said. How about you locking the door and stand there while I wank you off looking up at me with a big smile. He slid along the plank and remained sat down and I lend against the shed wall facing him with my arms at my side with us both looking into each others eyes. He smiled and proceeded to pull my zipper down, undoing the top button and letting my shorts slide to the floor exposing my hard cock and tight balls. My emotions in turmoil, my breathing became shallow and quick. Tim just stared at my cock and balls for a good 10 seconds then gently blew his breath on them. He said - "Very nice - its beautiful" and proceeded to wank me with some skill, I though 'he as done this before'. He pushed my foreskin back and touched my cock head with the tip of his tongue spreading the pre-cum in a slow but deliberate motion. He cupped my balls at the same time as stroking my foreskin back and forth while looking up at my face. My legs began to shake, a sign of impending climax. "God this is so hot seeing you down there looking up at me – I'm near cumin" I told him. Quite unexpectedly my first rope of cum passed over his shoulder in a long arc most of it landing on his shoulder, the rest on the floor behind him. "Weeee – yes" he said. He angled my cock to one side to allow the other two ropes of cum to land directly onto the shed floor. My legs were trembling and my body shaking, I was completely out of breath as I looked down with him still stroking my softening cock and that wicked smile on his face. "That was the best hand job ever – can I bring you off now" I said. He pointed out that his younger friend, Joe, was calling any time soon, so you can't. Your house this weekend would be great. At that I left him in the shed and I went back to my house for a shower to remove the smell of sex before dinner.