Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 17:13:57 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: THE APARTMENT NEXT DOOR - PART 4 STOP! Go back and read the Nifty Warning. It applies to this story. THE APARTMENT NEXT DOOR - PART 4 Chapter 1 Before we had said our good-byes in Boulder, Pete had given me the phone number of the bookstore and his home with instructions to call collect anytime I wanted to. He would, also, alert the staff that if I called they were to locate him. If I didn't get him on the first try, call again in 1-hour if it was possible and if I didn't he would understand. Lucas lasted as an active sex partner for another year. The last year I was in Junior High School he took a roommate, a new teacher to town. The guy was one of those that you would never have guessed, or even thought, was gay, from his appearance and manners. His name was Robert. When that happened, Lucas told me that we were going to need to quiet things down because Robert was an insanely jealous person. But, remembering what Kevin had told me about power over a person, once you had gotten into a sex act with them - kind of like "penis power", I didn't write Lucas off. When Robert went home to Denver for a weekend I would go over to see him. It didn't take much to make his lose his "quiet". We'd talk for a few minutes and he would show a hardon; I would grab it through his pants and say "Please, Lucas, fuck me. I really need it". Or, if he were in his stocking feet, I would kick my shoes off and stand with my feet on top of his and start kissing him - no words needed. Once Lucas went home for a weekend and I went over to see if I could put the make on Robert. (I hadn't really fantasized about him but was just being a little mean.) He came to the door in a bathrobe. I asked if Lucas was home and he replied that he had left Friday afternoon to spend the weekend at home. Right on cue, he invited me in and we sat down in the Living Room. The TV was on; I guess he had been watching it. His bathrobe accidentally parted enough when he sat down that I could see he had a semi- hardon under his shorts. Robert, I bet you'll be missing Lucas, being it's a weekend and all? Yea, I already am. I threw one leg over the arm of the chair I was sitting in so he had a view of my crotch. I had on a pair of tight, well-washed jeans that I had sandpapered in the crotch area to make a sort of shredded spot about an inch and a half in diameter. The spot was like white strings, barely holding together. It didn't show when I was standing and I never wore them around home. I saw him looking - I had no underpants on. I suspected Robert was a top and liked to fuck ass but ass fuckers like to look at cock. He copped a glance every now and then and I saw that his erection was getting bigger - about to stick out the fly of his boxers and it appeared to be a long one. Robert was a very tall, very blond Swede - it stood to reason that he'd have a big tool. I didn't say too much - but after a while I casually rubbed my hand over my crotch atop the hole. He was getting antsy. After a few minutes, I tested the penis power theory and said: "Well, I better go." I got up from the chair. Robert said: "Hey, don't rush off." Can I get a glass of water, Robert? You don't have to get up, I know where Lucas keeps the glasses; I can help myself. I was at the kitchen sink running water into the glass when Robert's arms shot around me and his now exposed cock was pushed right up to my spot. You little cunt, you aren't going to come sniffing for cock around me then announce you are going to leave. I'm going to throw a hot fuck into you. He took my hand, led me into the bedroom, ripped my jeans off and threw his robe and underpants on the floor. There was no need to suck him up. He lubed himself, lifted my legs up and was into me before I had time to prepare myself mentally for his long, slender cock. He was good but not as gentle as Pete; guess his need was too urgent. It didn't last long. I felt him shoot within 15 or 20 seconds. When he pulled out he said: "You had that coming and don't forget that's what prick teasers get. If you didn't like it, don't come back." It was wonderful but too soon over. He saw I hadn't shot so he wrapped his long fingers around my cock and jacked me off. Guess he figured I'd do it anyway, so he might as well get the pleasure of doing it for me. Chapter 2 Joe and I had just entered High School when he started acting weird. We had, more or less stopped our mutual masturbating sessions. He said it was kid stuff. Now might be the time to give you some background on Joe. He and his mother moved here from western Kansas when his father died. His mother had a sister who lived here. I met Joe as soon as he came to town, being introduced by one of his mothers' nieces. His mother soon became the night manager of the largest hotel in town (by small town standards it was large, anyway.) We lived a block apart and I hung out with him after school, as his mom worked from 4 PM until 1 AM. They had an older, one story, L shaped house, that had already been divided into two living spaces when they bought it. Joe and his mother had a Living and Dining room entered from the front porch. At the back were a Bedroom and a Kitchen. Joe slept in the Living Room on a day bed. There was a toilet off the kitchen that was shared by and accessible from a two- room apartment along the south side of the house. Joe was older than I was by a year. He had been held back a year in the Kansas School. He said it was worry over his father during his illness before he died. Anyway, he did well now, for the most part, but was always having me tutoring him in a couple of subjects - particularly algebra and geometry. He was a tall, thin, brown haired, blue-eyed guy of average looks. He would have been better looking but he needed to wear glasses all the time and his glasses were of a style that didn't do anything for him. From masturbating with him I knew he was above average for his age in the cock department and when his dick got worked up it was capped by a large purple cockhead. Being he thought jacking off together was kid stuff I was more than willing to get into big boy stuff with him. I knew he didn't know anything about my apartment adventures but he persisted in trying to come on to me. It was the way in which he did it that bothered me. Maybe he didn't know how to do it but he created the impression that he was trying to out me without committing himself. One evening after dinner he phoned and asked me to come over. He said he needed to have his hair washed and his mom had told him to keep the bathroom use to a minimum when the apartment renters were home in the evening. Consequently, he put his head in the kitchen sink and I leaned over his back, wet his hair, worked shampoo into it and rinsed it under the faucet, being careful he didn't hit his head in the process. All the while, he kept pushing his butt into my crotch and the fact that it gave me a hardon had to be obvious to him. One morning, walking to school, he told me the guy who rented the apartment (a near- do-well, married to an absolute slob of a cunt) had caught him jacking off in the bathtub because he had forgot to lock their door to the bathroom and the guy had called him a fag. He was worried shitless and asked me what he should do. I told him: No. 1: Forget it. No. 2: Lock the fuckin door next time. No. 3: Avoid the son-of-a-bitch to let him know you dislike him as much as he dislikes you. No. 4: If he tells your mom, admit it - all high school boys jack it. Nothing ever happened after the initial incident. Joe and I had very few classes together and absolutely no Phys. Ed. together. But in our English Class, with a real tough bitch of a teacher, he chose to try again. She gave us an assignment and told us to pair up to work on it the remainder of the period. Joe scooted his chair next to mine (we sat in the back row next to the windows). We were allowed, while working on the assignment, to talk quietly. Joe suddenly stuck his hand into my pants pocket, jammed it down and tried to play pocket pool with my balls. I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand out of my pocket. He kept trying and I shot a load in my underwear, but he didn't know that. I was so fucking angry with him, or I tried to be, but it was impossible for me to get angry with him - in his own way he was so fucking sexy. In another instance, I asked to be excused from a class about 10 minutes before the period ended because I had to use the boy's room. By sheer coincidence, Joe and I met at the door to the toilet at the very same time. I didn't want to use the urinals with him, as I knew I would get an instant boner, so I sat down in a stall. After he finished pissing, he came and stood in front of me while I was sitting on the toilet. His dick was exposed. He said, Toby, would you look at my cock? What the fuck for? In case you've forgotten, I've already seen it. I know, but I want to hold it up and I want you to tell me if there is a rash on the bottom side. You don't have a rash. It looks OK then? Yes it does and if you're fishing for a compliment it is a beautiful, big dick. So, fuck off. I thought to myself: What the fuck is Joe trying to do. Shit, if he wants sex with me why doesn't he forget all the crap he's been pulling and just initiate something. Chapter 3. One weekend, sometime later, my dad and mom were going to Nebraska for a long weekend to visit friends that once lived here. I begged off and stayed home. They were barely out the door when I called Pete. He was as hot for me as I was for him and said to give him three hours. I gave him the names of several motels and told him, specifically, not to check into the hotel where Joes's mom worked - I had a plan. I was going to find out if Joe's renter was right or wrong. Was Joe a fag or wasn't he. Pete called me about 3:30 and told me he would pick me up at my house. We killed a few minutes while I told Pete about Joe and until I knew Joe's mom was at work. Then, we went by his house. I ran in and told him a friend of mine from Boulder and I were going to hang out at his motel and I wondered if he wanted to come along. In a small town this offer, any other offer, was more exciting that stagnating at home. Joe grabbed his coat and keys and we were out the door. I opened the door to Pete's truck, introduced Pete to Joe and motioned Joe in first so he would be sitting in the middle. Pete wasted no time and made sure his knee was in physical contact with Joe's. After we took our jackets off, Pete threw us both a can of beer. Pete said he had brought his VCR with him and knew how to hook it up to the motel TV; did we want to watch a movie? Joe and I both nodded yes. Pete opened his suitcase and dumped a selection of VCR's on the bed. While Joe and I were looking them over, he tossed us another beer. Joe asked Pete if we could watch this one - a porno movie "Three hung studs fuck Crystal". Why wouldn't he select a porno film, he had never had a chance to see one before and he was not only human, he was a horny teenager. After all the guys had sucked on Crystal's oversized boobs and when the first guy pushed his 8-inch dick between her twat lips, one of the other guys sucked her boobs again, the third started blowing the boob suckers big, hard dick. Pete suddenly stood up and said: I only brought one set of jeans and one set of jockey shorts. I don't want to shoot a load in them, so, if you boys will excuse me I'm going to take my shoes off and get naked from the waist down. Hope you don't mind, Joe. Toby has already seen me in my birthday suit anyway. Joe asked when? Pete, said: Tell ya later. I thought Joe's chin was going to drop onto the floor when he looked at Pete's huge fucking equipment. Pete again reached into his suitcase and tossed us each a brown bottle saying that we might as well get the maximum jolt out of the movie. Joe said: What are these? I explained, opened his bottle and showed him how to use them. Everything was turning out perfect. Joe was getting high on poppers, jacking his meat in company with Pete and I while watching the porno flick. Then suddenly, he began crying, jumped up and ran into the bathroom. Pete motioned for me to hold back and he went into the bathroom with Joe. They were there quite a while. Finally Pete came out with Joe literally clinging to his neck and walking behind him. Pete said: Joe, lay down on the bed. Pete took me into the bathroom and in a whispered voice told me that Joe was a little bent out of shape. He wanted fucked, but he was ashamed because I was here. Pete continued that he explained the whole situation and it would be OK; he would fuck him. We went back into the room, Joe was on his stomach. Pete numbed his ass with a tube of the stuff he had used on me in Boulder. While it was taking effect Pete told me to get down next to Joe, kiss him and reassure him that everything would be OK. Joe reached for, took hold of my hand and squeezed it tight. He was actually trembling. In a few minutes, Pete told Joe to get up on his knees. I held Joe's bottle to one nostril then closed it with my finger and held it to the other one. His cock was hard as a rock from his nut sack to the tip of his purple cockhead. Pete put his hands on Joe's hips and I watched as his cock, slick with lube, entered, paused, and then moved slowly until it disappeared into Joe's teenage ass. Joe asked for more poppers and I knelt in front of him and helped him take them. As he had been with me, Pete was gentle with Joe. He knew how to fuck boys without hurting them and he got his enjoyment out of pleasing a boy - not hurting him. I could almost tell from his facial expression he was reliving the first time he had fucked his little brother, had taught him to find pleasure from a man's dick up his ass. It was also obvious, looking at Joe's face, that Pete was turning his ass hole into his joy hole. Joe was emitting little grunts, saying Oh Pete, Oh Pete, that feels so good. This encouraged Pete to pick up his tempo and he started stroking a little faster. Joe didn't complain so Pete started giving him stronger down strokes, as if he was using his buns to help push his dick as deep as it would go. Suddenly Joe started hollering "Oh yea, oh yea, that's it." Pete knew the signal better than I (he had found the tempo, the motion and the angle of penetration that Joe liked best) and he hollered for me to give Joe another hit of poppers and stick my dick in his mouth. Everyone climaxed at approximately the same time. Joe's dick started to jerk involuntarily and just kept doing so as big globs after big globs of his cum bolted out the piss slit into my mouth. After a few moments of recovery, everybody was kissing one another. Finally, Joe, said to me: Now you know Toby, I've been trying to tell you for so long but you have been such an idiot. I could have made any number of come backs to that remark, but I just answered: I know, Joe, I'm sorry. Don't be sorry, Toby, be glad. We can take care of eachother now. I love you. I love you, too Joe. I have for a long, long time. Pete told us we should be thinking about college and hoped we would both go to Boulder. Joe said his mom wanted him to go the Kansas State in Manhattan because his dad's brother lived in Manhattan and he had a son the same age that would be going there. Pete said to work on her, if we both came to Boulder we could clerk for him in the bookstore, he had an apartment that we could live in and we could probably make big bucks by being on call for arcade private customers. By the time we graduated he had pretty much convinced his mother to change her mind. Then my dad bought me a car and that sort of clinched the deal as we could get home fairly often. In the end, we did attend CU in Boulder and everything thing turned out perfectly. The end.