Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2015 06:04:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Aleksandr Mirkov Subject: Bryan Alone: The Old Man (GAY, ADULT-YOUNG) BRYAN ALONE 1 (by Alek M) This is only a work of fiction. Please leave if you don't feel like reading this kind of story. You can talk to me at: ----aleksandrmirkov@yahoo.com------ I won't continue the story if no one would want me to. ----PLEASE DONATE TO NIFTY.ORG----- PLOT: 38-year-old Jim Martinez moved to an old apartment and found out what his new neighbors, a 50-year-old man and an 11-year-old boy, are up to. BRYAN ALONE: The Old Man It felt like the end of the world when you are forced to live in a densely-populated squatter area in my country because you don't have enough money to pay for a better apartment. Look, I'm the guy that has no family, no friends, and no girlfriend. In fact, I just heard of this small old apartment from someone sitting beside me in the jeepney last month. It's cheap, dusty, and made of wood, enough for me, a 38-year-old window cleaner, to live according to my monthly salary. This new apartment I was currently occupying was like tucked in the middle of houses of people you barely knew. All of us here are poor, mostly families who don't have enough means to send their children to school or buy more clothes so that they don't wear the same clothe for two consecutive days. The government really didn't care of perhaps, they did a little. They seemed not to care to look at the children that run across alleys, playing by the sidewalk, unsupervised by their parents. It had already been two weeks since I moved here, and generally, I didn't find it hard coping up with this new environment. Although sometimes, I cursed a lot for walking down some very confined alleys, between two walls that seemed half an arm span apart. In fact to the right of my apartment was a three storey boarding house which firewall almost touched my window, and to the left was a two storey apartment which large windows are touching my wooden wall. At my back was a large storage room which roof was already at the bottom of my window pane (I could just easily walk over it), and to the front was another three storey apartment which I don't have a good view of what it looked like because of its firewall. For two weeks, I never had any sightings of who were they that live near me. I go to work early and go home late. Sometimes, I met people down the alley that seemed to be coming from those houses, but I was not sure and I really didn't care. I mean, I did care sometimes but I thought I shouldn't have to. The thing here, I was getting real curious about some moaning of an old man I could hear nearby. I was pretty sure it came from the apartment to the left of mine, the one with a large window, barred from my sight by my wooden wall. The moaning I could hear in the silent city morning used to come from the second floor, probably their bedroom. Yesterday during my day off, I woke up early to hear it again. The old man seemed having a pretty good time out there. The same day I fed my curiosity and put a hole in my wall, small enough to see what was out there behind the large window (the old man seemed confident I won't see them because of my wall so he would leave the window open). When I peeped on the hole I saw no one except an 11-year-old boy flying his toy plane, roaming around the room. His mom had probably never checked on him recently because he had no pants and I could see his uncut tiny dick dangling as he swayed. The old man was never there too. The boy looked appealing to me. I mean, he has something in his childish, innocent beauty that captivates anyone easily. He had kissable lips as well. The old man and his wife seemed to be both attractive to create this very attractive being. It was already past five minutes when I realized I was now staring at him by the tiny hole in my wall. I got up, walked away, and dropped into my bed. Ten minutes has passed after two in the afternoon when I heard some moaning again coming from the same room and apartment. It surprised me. I just realized the old man had been having sex in the afternoon as well. I just didn't know about it because I used to be at work during these hours. I got up from my bed and peeped again in the hole. I could see the old man fucking someone in the bed. I just couldn't see who it was because it was right below the window pane. It turned out that my expectation for the old man was wrong. He was not as handsome as I imagined him to be. He was a mere old man, probably in his fifties. He even seemed to have a really bulgy belly and a lot of hair covering it. He moaned real hard like he was fucking into something really tight. "I will fuck you my little one." He kept on saying. Fuck the hole it was too small for me to see the entire scenery. I couldn't make it any bigger or else the old man would notice. I learned I should make another hole above the first. That should widen my perspective a bit more. So I went downstairs to the kitchen and brought with me a knife back into my room. I was patiently and silently twisting its tip against the wall until I got a new one to peep into. I placed my left eye before it and closed the other. I was so surprised of what I saw from there. The old man was on his knees, sucking on the boy as he stood on the bed. The same boy I saw this morning, the same innocent face now distorted in enjoyment as the old man's mouth was engulfing his dick, his little arms wrapped on the old man's head. My eye seemed immovable now. I started to feel something. Lust occupied my head. I moved my dick out and for a reason I didn't understand, I started playing mine. Now from the hole, I could see that the old man was now sucking the boy's 11-year-old testicles. I could now see the boy's entire hard dicklet, probably four inches, dipped in saliva. I suddenly felt like I wanted it; feel his small, innocent dick twitching inside my mouth. I knew I was already jacking off faster. The boy's dick kept twitching, clearly enjoying the old man playing his currently developing testicles. After a moment, the man put the dick back in his mouth. Now, he let the boy do the job. The boy shoved his dick as deep as it could reach. He was trying hard to hold the old man's head. I was already leaking precum just staring at the boy pleasing himself on the old man's mouth. Then after a few seconds, the little boy raised his toes, shoved his little dick deeper, and then he stopped moving, locking the old man's in his arms. The old man could feel the little boy's dry orgasm in his mouth. I was shooting my load too. It squirted against the wall as I looked at the old man releasing the boy's dick from his mouth – still hard and wet. I was all drained that afternoon. But you wouldn't believe what happened the next few days.