Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2023 05:28:25 +0000 From: boxerboy121 Subject: Helping the neighbour A work of fiction based on me and my elderly neighbour. A adult youth work Please if you can donate to nifty. It helps "Hi Jo. Had a good day?" My mother asked She was in the sink washing as I entered the kitchen with my school bag slung over my shoulder. The oven was on with the smell of tea cooking filling the room "The usual" I replied walking past "Well the tea will be on the table as soon as your dad gets home in a hour. Make sure your down" She shouted after me as I assended the stairs "Ok mum!" I replied in equal volume I reached my bedroom and closed the door. Dropping my bag at the foot of the bed I went to the desk that sat under my window and looked out. I scanned over the neighbours garden wondering if Mr Jackson was there I had been thinking all day about him. I couldnt take my mind of the things we had both started. I had warned him that my mum wasnt working today so I didnt expect to see him. I put my hands in my pockets and rubbed my erection coming to the conclusion that I would have a wank. There was a dirty old sock rolled up at the back of bedside draw that served as a place to release my climax into I was about to retreive it when I saw the large frame of Mr Jackson push through the gap between the hedge and the fence. A short cut both my neighbours and parents used. I leaned over the desk to look down. Seeing him knock on the back door I could just make out the voice of my mother greeting him I felt a rise of panic wondering what he wanted and quickly left my room and went down stairs as quitely as I could and stood at the foot of the stairs and strained my ears. I heard mum say that she had got the seeds followed with the pleased tones on Mr Jackson I was about to slip back upstairs as mum came out of the kitchen to retreive her purse on the hall stand "Err. I was going to get a drink" I said rather pointless My mother obviously thought so as she gave a confused look "Well go on then. Its only Robert from next door" There wasnt much I could do and walked in. My face feeling crimson "Hello Mr Jackson" I greeted as I got a glass from the cupboard and poured some squash. Mother returning before he could reply. "Here you are Robert. Carol gave me these. They are lovely" She handed over a packet. There must be a flower seed exchange I mused as I watched them "Thank you Lisa. Thats very kind. I was just telling your mother Jonathan that I was pleased you gave her the seeds" "Oh. Thats ok" I answered I didnt really want a conversation with him infront of my mother. I had a strange notion that I would somehow give something away "Now your here Jonathan. I was meaning to ask you Lisa if I could borrow your son maybe at the weekend. You know how my dear Suzan is bed ridden. I keep meaning to clear the spare room out and move her back upstairs. I will pay him of course" Mother tutted "Dont be silly Robert. Its Saturday tomorrow. Jo can give you a hand if you like" She gave me a look as to say it was non negotiable "That sounds great. Are you ok with tomorrow. Say around ten Jonathan?" He asked His eyebrows raised in expectation. There was always the chance I would refuse. Not that I was going to because I had a feeling it was something other than clearing a room It was agreed that I would go around at ten tomorrow I hardly got any sleep that night thinking of what may happen but wanting to save myself no matter how desperate I was to cum I woke up with a incredible erection I rolled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. My young cock was tenting my pyjama bottoms as I made a fast dash across the landing to avoid any embassassing encounter and gave myself a quick wash before making a hasty exit back to my bedroom I slipped on a yellow T shirt and now had the decision of what else to wear. The obvious thing would be Y fronts and jeans due to the handy effect it would have at hiding any hard ons. Not that I was bothered if Mr Jackson saw it but rather the fact my mum may as I had to navigate breakfast first There where my football shorts. I wasnt very sporty being around only 5ft and skinny but I was a good long distance runner and the weather had taken a turn for the better to justify wearing them. The problem was my cock. I was so excited I couldnt guarantee not becoming hard in the presents of mum. After a few seconds of thought I finally decidied to risk it and slipped them on followed by some white socks I glanced at the bedside clock. It was nearly half past nine. If I had breakfast now it would be nearly time to call around at Mr Jacksons and would mean avoiding to much interaction with mother so I made my way down the stairs. I instantly regreted it as I felt my cock start to stiffen as it swung loosely in my shorts and was about to retreat and change when mother hearing my decent called out "Good. Your down. Get your breakfast so your not late going round Roberts" I was stuck. There was nothing I could do but keep going. Seeing mother with her back to me I quickly pulled a chair out and sat down "Well. Are you going to get something?" She asked seeing me sat at the table "Could you get me a bowl of cornflakes mum" I replied "Your joking" She stared hard at me in motherly outrage. I felt my cheeks turn crimson. She had a point. It wasnt hard for even a boy to make a bowl of cornflakes. The trouble was my arousel was intense. I could feel my erect 5 inch tenting my shorts as it leaned slightly to the left. If I got up now mother would of seen the state of my cock We had a mexican stand off. I really had to hold my ground. The shame would of been to much. Finally she tutted and got a bowl and proceeded to make me breakfast. Placing it hard infront of me "There you go your majesty. I hope you work harder for Robert than your mother" "Could I have a glass of orange juice please" I asked She rolled her eyes and went to get one as I eat the cereal and placed it on the table giving me a small smirk after I thanked her. A indication that the little drama of breakfast was over Glancing at the wall clock it was still quarter to ten as I sat nursing the orange juice. Sipping at it due to my still problematic erection. Granted it had subsided to a semi state but it would of still been noticeable and there was no way I was going up to brush my teeth I think mum was thinking that was my intention before I went next door as she kept her own eye on the time but finally she left the kitchen to take dad a cup of tea This was my moment. I got up and made my way to the back door "Im off next door mum!" I shouted. Closing it before I got any questions or even a responce. I knew it was still early but slipt through the gap in the hedge that was the convenient short cut both neighbours used and walked along the patio to Mr Jacksons kitchen door. The house was a mirror image of ares being built from the same plans as all the others on the estate My stomach tight with a mixture of nerves and excitment I felt my swinging cock once again stiffen. I wondered if it was a good idea turning up with a obvious erection. I had never been inside Mr Jacksons home or even meet his wife. I knew she was pretty immobile and lived downstairs due to her state and unlikely that she would answer the door but it was still possible I tapped on the frosted glass and waited my heart thumping. A few seconds later I saw movement and the outline of the large body that was Mr Jackson. He opened it and smiled seeing me standing there in my yellow t shirt and shorts. My white socks rolled down to my ankles above my trainers "Jonathan. Your early" He said His beady eyes gleaming through his thick framed glasses as they ran down my body fixing on the front of my shorts. The tenting of my erection obvious as it leaned slightly to the left trapped behind the material. I felt my young smooth cock flex at his unashamed gaze "Im sorry Mr Jackson. I hope you dont mind" I answered "Not at all my boy" He responded cheerfully stepping aside to let me in "I see your dressed for the weather. Its getting hotter isnt it" He added His hand on my shoulder he guided me out of the kitchen. I turned and looked up at him giving him a little smile as we entered the hallway. I had to be careful as I moved. My erection was in danger of slipping out the side of my shorts "Come and say hello to my Suzan first. She doesnt get many visiters" I gave him a worried look as he opened the living room door I was relieved to see a sofa near the door positioned in such a way I could stand behind it leaving just my upper half on show At the other end of the room sat a thin woman with pointed features in a reclining seat. She was wrapped in tartan blankets and around the same age as Mr Jackson, early seventies She turned her gaze from the tv onto me "This is Jonathan. From next door. Hes come to help upstairs" Mr Jackson announced standing behind me "I told you. Stop making a fuss" She snapped "Now now dont be like that Suzan" "Alot of fuss about nothing. Im happy staying down here" "Well that spare room still needs sorting. We will leave you for now. I will see how your getting on later" He placed a hand in my shoulder and guiding me out indicating the audience was over "Dont worry about her Jonathan. Its just her way. Now lets see this spare room" He grunted the last part as he started to climb the stairs. Clearly it was getting a effort for his elderly body. I gave a glance to the living room door as I followed. Nasty old witch I thought I reached the top of the landing to find Mr Jackson waiting at the door. He smiled and opened it and stood aside to let me in first. I felt my heart thumping in my chest. I dont know why I was so nervous. It wasnt like we hadnt fooled around before and I was certain this was all just a pretext to get me alone But I was shy and inexperienced and Mr Jackson had shown himself to be cautious when it came to us. Understandable I guess but I was hardly the confident type. I gave a awkward smile and stepped into the box room. One thing was certain. It wasnt a lie that it needed sorting. It was the smallest bedroom with just a single bed in it. Not that it could be used due to the dusty boxes full of junk accumulated over the couples long years together stacked on it The rest of the room housed a tatty 1950s wardrobe and chest of draws each topped with assorted junk. I stood in the middle of the room and ran a finger along one of the boxes and examined my dusty finger. I turned and held it up to him smiling as he leaned against the door frame arms folded "Where do we start Mr Jackson?" I asked "Thats the thing Jonathan" He answered. Raising his eyebrow His eyes went down to my shorts. My erection so hard it was obvious. I could feel my cock pulsing along to my heart making the tenting bob slightly. My weeping slit leaving a damp spot where it touched the material I turned and looked into a box. It was full of board games and fished out a dusty snakes and ladders that sat on top "you've got a lot of games in here" I stated as I held it and continued to gaze in I heard him approach from behind and place a large hand on my thin shoulder making me jump slightly as he looked down over my shoulder and followed my gaze into the box "Yes. Me and Suzan played a lot of games. She isnt interested anymore. Its a shame ... Do you like playing them Jonathan? Your free to take anything you like ... Just say" "They are ok I suppose. Anyway. It would be rude of me to just ask for something" I answered I placed the game back in the box and moved over to one on the chest of draws letting his hand fall away. Going on tip toes to peer into it mainly to give him a view of my pert bum and legs "It wouldnt be rude Jonathan. You only have to ask" I turned around and placed my hands behind my back and leaned my bum against the chest of draws. My cock bulging my shorts "Im not very good at asking for things" I smiled shyly. My face burning hot "Im the same Jonathan" He replied seeing my eyes go to his crotch and his own hard lump We stood silent for a bit "I like what your wearing" He added "Do you. Thanks. I thought it might get warm today. I was thinking of wearing jeans but glad I didnt" "Im glad to. The shorts suit you" He answered. His own face looking flushed now "Whats in this box Mr Jackson?" I asked tilting my head to the box behind me "What? Oh I dont know" He answered a little disappointed that I had changed the conversation. I nodded my head slowly and just stood there. He took his chance and walked up to me. His near 6ft frame loomed over me as he looked into it over my head "I think its some of Suzans crochet stuff " He said His right hand moved stuff about leaving his left hand dangled by his side. I felt it brush against my shorts and in turn my stiff bulge. I didnt move away and just turned my head sideways making out I had a interest in what he was doing and in turn he left the back of his hand resting against the outline of my swollen bellend He spent a little while looking. Well pretending to but there was only so much time someone could spend in searching a old box and reluctantly he stood back "Is there anything you want in there" I asked looking up innocently "No ... there is something else though" He replied He made no effort in hiding his gaze looking intently at my shorts. I followed his stare. Looking down at my poking tent "Whats that?" I asked knowing already I saw him faulter. We both knew what he wanted but still he hesitated. He must know how much I wanted it to. My heart was pounding with excitment and I didnt think I could get any stiffer "We're not gonna get much done today standing about Mr Jackson" I said I pushed away from the chest of draws and went on tip toes reaching up to pull a box on top of the wardrobe to the edge, pretending to examine it. It had the right effect. I felt my shorts lift up slightly making my erect young cock slip out the side to expose my swollen bellend. The foreskin pulled right back showing my red mushroom tip in all its glory I made no effort to hide it. Leaving it pressed against my thigh as it poked out from my shorts as I leaned back against the chest of draws "Your willies poking out Jonathan" He observed. His voice thick I looked down to confirm what he said before looking back up "You dont mind do you Mr Jackson?" I asked as innocently as i could "No I dont ... why dont you take them of Jonathan" I looked past him to the open door "What about Mrs Jackson?" He went over to it and closed it "She cant use the stairs ... Would you feel better taking your shorts off?" I was nervous about doing it but extremely excited by the idea and gave a little nod followed by a shy smile "Would you like to take your T shirt of to?" I stayed leaning against the chest of draws for a few seconds before pushing away from it. I placed my hands on the waist of my T shirt and pulled it over my head and chucked it on the boxes stacked on the bed I stood with my slim naked torso exposed and hooked my fingers on the elasticated waist of my shorts and pulled them down over my erection. My cock suddenly sprung up once free from them and I glanced to Mr Jackson to gage his reaction as I continued to pull them down my thighs He had a look of intence lust as he ran his eyes over my smooth naked body. My cock and balls almost as hairless. My erection iron hard with a sheen of clear slick pre cum shining on my helmet. I felt the shorts finally drop around my ankles and stepped out off them and stood there unsure of are next move I turned around and once again went on tip toes to look into the box. Hoping that it would accentuate my carfs and bum cheeks "I dont think we will get much done" I sighed as I poked around inside I could sense him coming up behind me. I flinched slightly when he placed his large hands suddenly on my waist and lent over. His lips close to my ear so I could feel his hot breath "Do you really want to be clearing the room out" He whispered "No" I answered just as quite "Was there something else you where hoping for" He asked His cool craggy hands moved slowly up and down the sides of my body. My skin feeling hot and clammy as I answered with a small nod. He waited for me to answer verbally but I was to nervous "Ever since you arrived you have teased me with that hard cock. That was very naughty Jonathan" "Sorry" I whispered as I continued looking into the box I let out a gasp and went down on my heels as his hands moved around my lower back and cupped my pert bum cheeks "Its ok Jonathan. Im hard to. Ive been hard since I answered the door" With that he reached around and took the base of my stiff erection in his wrinkled hand. I let out a murmur of approval as I felt a bead of pre cum bubble up and dangle from my slit. His hand started to slowly stroke my ridgid shaft as the other caressed the smooth valley between my cheeks "Oh Jonathan. You have such a hot little body" I answered with a small moan as he slid his hand further between my thighs to stroke my small hanging balls with his fingertips as he continued to wank me "Shit your so hard Jonathan. Do you want to feel how hard I am?" His question came out as a hiss which I replied to with a low yes Keeping his hold on my stiff member he fumbled at his trousers using his free hand I held onto the box waiting curiously and with a few nerves as I heard the sound of buckles and zips being undone. His large frame bumping against me as he struggled to pull his garments down I wasnt sure what was going to happen as he placed his hands on my hips. The sudden suprise as I felt his large stiff shaft press against my bum crack made me gasp Pulling on my hips to draw me closer he started grinding his own hips so I could feel his impressive old cock erect and hard rub up and down my smooth valley. The sensation of the heat and hardness against me made me groan as I got a sexual thrill "Ahhhh ... shit ... do you like that boy?" "mmmm ... yes ... I made you all hard" I answered in a low groan My head dropped and I pushed back hard onto his cock, circling my own hips so I felt the veiny old length and leaking fat gland rub over my pert cheeks as well as in the depths of my smooth valley I could his cock in my head as the burning hot meat pressed against me leaving a trail off slick pre cum upon me. His wiry grey pubes grating as his heavy spunk filled balls slapped rhythmicality "Oh ... Jonathan ... mmmm ... thats it ... ahhh. fucking hell ... you horny little ... cunt ... you little brat ... your gonna make me cum" "Cum in my mouth" I found myself saying suprising myself I was so horny it just came out. Mr Jackson had giving me my first blowjob just days ago and I wanted to return the favour. I was so excited I didnt care that he was a old man. I didnt no what to expect. I just knew I wanted to do it "Hurry" He replied pulling away from me I quickly turned around and went to my knees to face Mr Jackson as stood with his large old cock stiff and leaking in his hand. He shuffled forward. His trousers and pants bunched up around his ankles and pushed the engorged hot musky gland against my soft lips I rested my hands on my thighs as I opened my small mouth as wide as I could to take his massive bellend and struggled as Mr Jackson pushed it past my lips I let out a muffled moan as my tongue moved against the base of the gland. Saliva already spilling out down my chin as Mr Jacksons knuckles hit it as he pumped his thick shaft "Fuck ... im cumming" He warned I felt my fingers grip my thighs as I braced myself. The musky taste of his cock in my mouth was about to be added to. I felt his fleshy bellend swell as suddenly the contents of his balls gushed across my tongue. It hit the back of my throat with force I choked and pulled back but his hand went to he back of my head holding me there as he grunted sending another thick stream across my tongue. The spunk felt slimmy and salty as it slid to the back of my throat making me retch I placed my hands on his thighs to push back against his own forceful hold as my throat regurgitated spunk as I tried to swallow another thick discharge Trying my best to suckle on his bellend I couldnt help the spunk from spilling out down my chin. Thick strands dangled as they dropped of onto my chest and stiff cock I sensed he had given all he could and closed my hand around his. Moving my mouth back and forth over the slick helmet. Letting my soft lips stimulate the sensative gland "Mmmmm ... thats it ... clean it up Jonathan" He moaned as are eyes locked Exhausted he pulled away allowing me to gulp in air. I placed a hand to my mouth as I suddenly gagged. Feeling tears prick at my eyes but I managed to hold it down. With a little giggle I opened my mouth to show Mr Jackson my clean tongue Sent with Proton Mail secure email.