Fences make Good Neighbors
mc; Mm; Mdom; oral; anal
That damn kid was clambering over his fence again. Clambering was the only word for it, too. So damn noisy. Utterly graceless. Diego stood at his window, hands on his hips, unabashedly looking every inch the uptight neighbor. He felt he'd earned the archetype. His fence sagged where that lanky brat kept rattling the boards. Grass along the route to another overworked stretch was visibly yellowing. "That tears it." He marched to his massive gunsafe and opened it, then opened the secret compartment of guns he wasn't supposed to have, then opened the double-secret compartment of guns nobody was supposed to have. One forest-green raygun went into his belt as he locked back up.
He stood out back - waiting. The eager little athlete didn't keep him long. That teenage snot didn't even see Diego on the porch as he swung each leg over the redwood (heels clattering against it) and dropped onto the carefully manicured lawn. Diego crossed his arms, science-fair toy hidden under an armpit, and paraded toward him. "Hey!" The boy froze, flat-footed. Apparently his Responsible Adult tone of voice still worked. "Do you see what you've done to my fence?" The boy looked up and down the boards while Diego closed the distance. "Looks fine to me, man. Uh, sir." "Sir is right. I'll not have you coming over like that again, understand?" The boy's shoulders relaxed, like this was a chewing-out and he knew how to deal with those. "Yes, sir," he drawled out melodramatically. "I promise I won't-- is that a squirtgun?" Diego demonstrated that it wasn't.
Diego sneered at the idly wobbling youngster, waiting for his vision to readjust after the bright green flash. He had to admire the kid's physique. His arms below the oversized t-shirt looked toned from an apparent lifestyle of needlessly monkeying about. Below his shorts (practically pants, but then leg fashion always looked dumb to both future and past generations) his calves were wiry and lean. Everything covered by cloth seemed fit in the easy way of youth. Diego supposed the dumb look on the kid's face also fit that description. He tried not to be a dirty old man (of thirtysomething, but still) about the boy's slack-jawed lips and half-lidded eyes. Diego snapped his fingers and those baby blues drunkenly tracked toward his face. "From now on you come and go like a fucking cat, understand?" The boy's head bobbled back and forth.
Diego nudged him in the chest, tucking the over-decorated raygun into his back pocket while the boy's eyes refocused. "Now resume whatever grabassery you had planned, boy." He walked a ways back toward the house before a quiet reply came. "Xavier." Diego half-turned. "Eh?" "It's Xavier. Um... sir." "Great. Shoo." He hurried back inside to make safe his illicit little toy. Closing the door, he saw the boy in the corner of his vision, quietly going over the other fence... and paused, wondering if he'd really seen him drop to all fours beforehand. He shrugged. "Odd kid."
Two blessedly quiet days went by before Diego saw the boy crawling about his garden on hands and knees. Still as a statue, fresh coffee inches from his pursed lips, he squinted in confused fascination at the neighbor's kid - Xavier, apparently - carefully stalking around his bed of petunias. Eventually he set the lukewarm cup down, cracked his tense elbow, and went out the backdoor to ask what exactly he thought he was doing. Soon as he'd started the lock, though, the boy's head whipped his way, eyes dilated, and he absolutely scampered to his house's side of the lawn. Diego got out "What--" before Xavier had crouched, wiggled his butt, and silently vaulted up and over the tall privacy fence. Diego could hear him on the other side, sneakers on grass, in a normal bipedal rhythm. He slowly shut the door and started thinking.
Around sunset, Diego poured a bowl of a cereal and a separate bowl of milk. Both went out onto the patio. He sat inside - waiting. This time Xavier kept him a while. It was halfway to midnight before he noticed him stalking across his lawn. To the boy's credit, he did move silently. Diego set his book down and watched the kid sniff out, sight, and beeline for the saucers, trotting on hand and knee like it was perfectly natural. Standing at the door now, Diego watched him lower himself to lap at the lukewarm milk, leering at the boy's raised ass and flicking tongue. Xavier tensed as the door opened. Diego shut it quietly behind him, maintaining eye contact... and soon Xavier resumed drinking. "You're rather literal-minded, aren't you?" Diego stepped closer, crouching beside him. "Give you fifty bucks if you say your name." Xavier didn't display a hint of understanding or care. He shifted to the side and started crunching away at the corn flakes.
Diego grinned, risking a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Screw it, nobody's got an eyeline on this yard anyway." He stroked back along Xavier's spine, and the boy arched into it, leaving his ass canted as though raising a tail. Diego couldn't help glancing around before he drew the boy's loose shirt up his skinny torso. Some gentle scratching near his tailbone produced a throaty rumbling from below. Diego was sure he was blushing now, even as the cat-boy pressed upward for more attention. "Thought so. And you must compartmentalize, too, or else you'd remember crawling around and wonder why." He lifted Xavier's bowl of milk. "But I don't want to think. I want to know." He poured the liquid over the boy's right shoe. Xavier sprang back up onto all fours, hissing through his teeth, and scampered some distance away. After one wide-eyed look back toward the food, he ran to the far side of the fence and leapt over with artful economy of motion. Diego listened carefully, still holding the empty bowl. The fence muffled things, but in the dead of night, the boy's voice was unmistakable: "Aww! When the hell did that happen? What did I even step in? Gross." Diego's lecherous smile alone could've gotten him arrested.
He took the other bowl and stood, plans churning in his filthy mind, when he heard the boy speak again: "Man. I guess I've got time. I'm practically still home." The fenceposts shifted slightly, and a cat in the shape of a teenager poured back over into the yard, barely considering Diego with a pouty glance on its trip across the lawn. He went up the fence, and an annoyed boy with one squishy footstep snuck back into his house. Diego quietly slipped back indoors and hurried to his gun safe. Inside, and inside, and inside, he found his new favorite toy. (Or perhaps his new favorite toy-maker.)
When Xavier came back over the wall, freshly shod for a night of whatever boys his age snuck out for, he dropped gracefully beside Diego - waiting - and tilted his head inquisitively at the not-a-squirtgun. Even with his eyes closed, Diego's night vision took a hit from the green flash. He hoped nobody in the neighborhood was awake enough to care. He waved, and the dim shape of Xavier turned its head toward him, staring clean through him. "When you're playing a cat, I am your master. And cats love pleasing their masters."
The touch to snap him out of it was a hair-tousling pet on the head. Xavier quickly came around and pushed up into it, stretching his arms up onto fingertips to maximize each calloused caress down his neck. His bassy faux-purring quieted when the attention stopped. The boy opened his eyes to find his master settling down with his back to the fence - and his fly open. Xavier crept up with calm interest, body slinking back and forth, eyes squinting when Diego scritched his scalp. He sniffed his master's half-mast erection and then opened his mouth a bit, huffing over his tongue to taste the air more fully. Diego stroked himself fuller, feeling that breath over his more handsome head. "Lick it... pet." He kept the zapper in his other hand just in case... well in case of anything, really. He didn't even worry about someone seeing, now. They'd never tell what they didn't remember.
Xavier dipped his nose below the bulbous tip and pressed his lips against the skin, letting his tongue drag out as he slurped up and off it. Diego inhaled sharply and let it out nice and slow. His worries (and his grip on the mind-scrambling raygun) relaxed. The boy kept on like that, hanging his tongue down to his chin and pushing his head to slurp at his master's cock. When precum started leaking from the end, he lapped it up, which made more of it. Xavier's hungry licking and vibrato rumbling right on Diego's glans left him contorting blissfully to avoid blowing his load right up the kid's nose. A shaking hand shifted the boy's chin aside. Diego rubbed under his jaw until he was sure looking at his handsome face wouldn't instantly end this. The same hand guided Xavier's purring lips back, and they stopped against a pulsing bellend as though confused.
His master's hand nudged his jaw open, and then he was slowly but firmly pushed down, making the shaft to fill his slack mouth. He licked deeper and more directly, but didn't suck until his master told him to (in as many words). The concept simply didn't occur. Once he started, it seemed natural, and the boy bobbed along with only gentle guidance. The shape against his tongue suddenly felt hotter. His mouth suddenly felt fuller. He drew back against the arched fingers, letting the bitter fluid filling his cheeks dribble out. His master's hand fell away, and Xavier backed up, coughing once to get the rest out. Diego's goofy grin eventually fell on him and weakly commanded, "Hey, don't eat grass..." but Xavier paid him no mind. He had enough to mask the taste and then sauntered off to complete his repeatedly-delayed journey. On the far side of the fence Diego heard him spit. "Jeeze! What's that smell?" Diego gathered himself back up, zipped his fly, and strutted back into his house. It was going to be an interesting summer, alright.
Wanda peered out the peephole and frowned. It was weird enough to see the neighbor at her doorstep. Weirder still to see him smiling. She flicked the deadbolt, but left the chain on when she opened the door. A bright green flash passed through the narrow opening before she could ask what he wanted. Diego tipped his hat as he pocketed the raygun. "Where are your manners, Wanda? You should always welcome me in." She stared straight ahead, frozen to the spot, hearing his advice unquestioningly. He drew a pamphlet from his other pocket and tucked it under where her fingers gripped the door. As she stirred from her induced reverie, he added, "Take this to heart."
She closed the door enough to undo the chain, then opened it wide, sweeping an arm invitingly. "Diego! Nice to see you. Been a while, hasn't it?" He nodded, smiling pleasantly. "It has, it has. Afraid it'll be a little longer. I really can't stay." He tipped his hat again and left, walking out to their cul-de-sac and then back up his own front path instead of crossing through either lawn. Wanda shook her head in wonder as she closed, chained, and bolted the door. At the top of the stairs, her son leaned around the corner. "Who was that, mom?" "The neighbor. Dear... I don't think you should talk to him if he approaches you." Xavier rolled his eyes. "No worries there. That guy creeps me out, too." He disappeared back into his room. Wanda smiled, happy to have taught the boy some healthy paranoia, and took another long look at the flyer she found herself holding: Homeschooling And You.
Diego saw a lot more of his pet boy now. Whenever he wanted to relax after a long stint in the garden, he could count on the lad passing through. Some days he'd laze across the man's lap and enjoy his hands wandering his chest and thighs. Other times he'd just curl up at Diego's feet and delay his boring human-life plans for a crucial catnap. Most days, though, he'd paw at Diego's legs and be rewarded with a fat cock across his face. He'd taken to it with a youthful libido and gained considerable talent. By October he was a world-class cocksucker. Sometimes Diego didn't even lower his newspaper to look him in the eye.
One such lovely evening, he heard the typical rustle of grass, and soon the article he'd been reading about candy apples tented from below. Something was bumping into the paper. He folded the section and couldn't help laughing - Xavier's head bobbed merrily along, topped by two cat-ears on a headband. When the boy pulled back to slurp at his tip, he saw his nose and cheeks were painted with a dot and whiskers. "Now isn't that precious," Diego whispered, nudging his chin up. Xavier looked at him curiously, licking his maw. Diego leaned down and kissed him for the first time. A little salty, but pleasant. Xavier straightened up in search of another, and Diego obliged him. He sat back up with a smile, tucking his cock away. "No better night for mischief, right? ... take off your clothes."
The boy immediately peeled his shirt off into Diego's lap, apparently more than willing. Deigo excitedly wrung the warm garment as he watched Xavier roll back to kick off his shoes and pants. His hands bumped something rigid (besides the obvious something) and he chuckled. When the boy crawled back to kneel at his feet, skinny erection proudly jutting between his supporting forearms, Diego stuck the ears back on him. "C'mon up, kitten." Xavier clambered up into his lap, all hands and knees everywhere, and Diego shamelessly stroked his smooth hips to center him. He squirmed as those rough fingers slid inward and gingerly squeezed a drop of precum out of him. Diego slouched, and the boy slouched with him. His tip flashed softer pink each time Diego's gentle strokes pulled his foreskin back. Arms and legs snaked with restless enthusiasm. Diego panted even harder than he did, rubbing his kitten's minimally-fuzzy chest with his free hand. Naturally the inexperienced boy didn't last long. He mewled - mewled! - as his spunk squirted out onto Diego's knees, vibrant white by evening porchlight.
Xavier turned as soon as he let go, peppering his face with kisses, smearing cum onto his shirt, and laying a few licks across his cheek. The latter broke Diego's stunned smile into breathy laughter. "Ahh, lay off. You earned it." Xavier kissed him again anyway - then froze, looking at the patio door. Diego heard it the second time: his doorbell. "Hell. Trick-or-treaters. You've got to go-- WAIT!" Xavier was already off like a shot, scampering toward his usual exit, bare-ass naked. Diego grabbed the boy's clothing and hauled ass after him, barely heaving the garments over the fence as Xavier landed on the other side. He hunkered down and tried to be absolutely silent. "What... oh jeeze!" Then, the sound of bare feet scrambling across grass. Quietly: "What the fuck?!" Then, the sound of hurried dressing.
Diego slowly wiped the drying jizz off his jeans and onto the grass. He heard Xavier muttering nervously about how much he'd snuck from the liquor cabinet, then the sound of another fence being noisily steepled. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Cripes. I gotta change before I hand out candy." He stood up, and his pants strained. "Mmf. Addendum: gotta jerk off before I change." He marched back inside and wasted no time tugging out the ideas running through his head.
Xavier didn't show up again for another three days. Diego wondered what kind of social life the boy kept running off to. He wondered if he had any sort of love life, male or female, or maybe both with kids these days. He didn't much care - but he wondered nonetheless. In any case he was ready when he saw his neighbor sneaking out that afternoon. He hurried through the routine that definitely shouldn't be routine: safe, backdoor, backdoor, raygun. He went outside without bothering to sheathe it. His kitten came over the fence and sniffed at the shiny appliance. A brilliant green flash left the boy crosseyed. It took effort not to pet him and break the spell.
Diego cleared his throat. "Alright. Cats don't wear clothes, boy. It's just silly. But people do, and if they find themselves naked outside, they fix it without making a fuss. Right?" He knelt, tucking the gun in one pocket, pulling something else from the other. "No big deal." He slipped the collar around Xavier's neck. The boy shook his head clear, sniffing Diego's hand for the scent of leather. Diego stood. Xavier started forward to circle around him, but soon noticed he was covered in something, and paused to shuck it off. The sunlight felt lovely on his skin as he rubbed against his master's legs. Diego bent down to stroke the boy's side. Both of them seemed to particularly like his lower back. Diego grinned, popped a finger in his mouth to wet it, and traced back between the boy's round little cheeks. Xavier stopped in place, wide-eyed, arching his rump up into the back-and-forth prodding. Diego chuckled, only circling the sensitive little button of pink skin. "Alright, no sense celebrating prematurely. Shift, kitten. You apparently have places to be."
He patted Xavier's butt, and the boy trotted off, closely followed by his master. Diego hucked the clothes over before Xavier jumped. He waited - and heard calm, unhurried dressing. The boy even hummed some modern pop nonsense that stopped suddenly. "Huh? A collar? ... dude, sweet." Diego grinned to himself, quietly heading back through the house. He had a pair of neighbors to remind about harmless youthful indiscretion, and his trigger finger itched.
On a day like any other, maybe a week after his friends went back to school following Christmas break, Xavier climbed out his window to sneak off. He was far from cautious these days. He had little need to be - his mother saw him from the window over the sink, and didn't stop doing dishes. "Kids will be kids," she sighed. She found herself saying it a lot, lately. Xavier was such a good boy, even with his new "goth" fashion sense around that ridiculous collar. Wanda didn't worry, though. She was "hip." She read the right parenting magazines. She knew most of that heavy metal stuff was positive below the screaming and cursing. Anyway, it wasn't like he was gay or anything - nothing serious. She scrubbed a casserole dish and watched him undress beside her new outdoor wardrobe. He was growing to look just like his father.
Xavier hopped the fence with ease, dropping to all fours on the other side. Diego was seated at his patio table, absorbed in some book. Xavier trotted over and climbed onto the table to pester him. Diego grinned. "Well hey, kitten. Looking good today." The boy stepped over the book to nuzzle at his master's face. His throat estimated a purr after Diego drew him into a proper kiss. After a few more, he pulled his chair back, and Xavier climbed into his lap side-saddle. The boy rubbed his smiling face against Diego's shirt, and they both pawed at each other's sides in different manners. Diego's hands wandered down, rubbing the boy's ass and petting his growing erection. Xavier's rough purring turned to quiet meows and mrrrls. His legs spread over the chair's arm. Diego kept stroking him slowly until the edge of release, then letting go to rub his chest and back. Each time, Xavier yowled needfully, but still kissed his master and rubbed his tailless butt against the man's constrained bulge. It wasn't until Diego started pinching at the nape of his neck that Xavier rolled out onto the lawn and aggressively waved his ass in the air.
Diego took the time to remove his pants before slipping a lubricated condom on. (Because really, who knows what these kids got up to.) He knelt behind his needy pet and gently worked his tip in. He knew better than to tease, even with the boy gently brain-washed. From there it was a smooth slide deep into his tight, tight rump. The boy moved deliciously, ripping handfulls of grass and spreading his knees wide. Diego went nice and slow... but didn't wait around when he felt ready to finish. He knew the boy would be back for more. He pulled out when he was done and satisfied, then teased a finger around the rim of Xavier's loosened "tailhole" while tugging his springy young cock like an udder. Milk came out soon enough. Diego kept stroking down until the boy rolled aside and swatted at him. "Alright, alright. No need to tell me twice."
He stood and stepped back into his pants, settling contently into his usual chair. Xavier soon stretched the kinks out of his joints and crawled onto the patio. He curled up in Diego's shadow and snored quietly on the warm tile. Diego read another chapter. Eventually, without any hurry whatsoever, the boy stretched again, rolled over, and went back to sleep. Diego read another chapter and a half. Xavier got up again, and this time, rubbed his smooth shoulder and thigh against the leg of Diego's jeans as he slinked off into the grass. He went to the fence, wiggled his ass, and leapt with confident aplomb to the top, only to drop his feet over the other side and land with merely human clumsiness.
Diego set his novel aside, listening to the Sweeneys' new outdoor wardrobe open and his pet boy calmly pick an outfit. "Good morning, Xavier," said a woman's voice. "Oh, g'morning, Ms. Sweeney." "You're getting so big these days. You've got a very nice cock for your age." "Uh, thanks, Ms. Sweeney. I'll try to keep it under wraps." Polite laughter. "Oh, don't worry. Kids will be kids, you know. You boys are always getting into trouble. Why, I wasn't much different when I was a girl your age!" "Ugh! Ms. Sweeney--" "Hee hee! Sorry, dear. Say hi to your ma for me." "Will do, Ms. Sweeney. Hup!" The sound of the boy topping the next fence. Diego sighed contently, getting back to his book. Life was good.
