Date: Fri, 14 May 2004 20:26:23 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: Horsecock Neighbor Hi! My name is Jason. Maybe you've read some of my stories before; anyway, I now have another one to tell you. I hope you'll enjoy it. In case you've forgotten me, I'm a 14 year old, skinny, dirty blonde kid, with blue eyes, a 5-inch dick and a dirty mind. I'm so fucking horny to play with a man cock that, sometimes, I have a terrible time concentrating on anything else. Even though, I've never had one, I've seen them pissing in urinals and in dressing rooms at the swimming pool and just seeing them drives we wild. I can hardly wait to get my hands around one and see what they feel like. especially to see and feel what they're like when they're hard. So, on with the story; the house next door had been vacant for 4 months. it was in need of some tender loving care and my dad said it was a little overpriced. Then, one day, it all began to happen. I was walking home from school and I saw a moving van pulling away from the curb and noticed the "FOR SALE" sign had been taken down. Nothing more caught my attention until Saturday; the rents were out of town for the weekend with a college student, friend of the family, coming over later to spend the night with me. Saturday mornings was when I always mowed the lawn and I had just finished the area between our house and the new neighbor. I had just chocked the power mover when I noticed the new neighbor standing beside me. Previously I had just been aware of the fact that he was mowing his lawn, too. "Hi, guess we finished at the same time. I'm your new neighbor, Michael Sherman." Holy, fucking shit, I was speechless. He was send from heaven. Tall, slender, broad shoulders, a well-developed chest with the biggest nipples I'd ever seen (the first one's I'd ever paid any attention to for that matter) and a taught stomach. He had a little hair on his chest and hair on his forearms and below the knees on his legs. His long hair was brown but I think he had bleached the strands in front so, when you looked at him straight on, he looked like a blonde; his blue eyes put mine to shame. they were bright blue and dazzling. And, the fucker was naked except for cut-off jeans and deck shoes without socks. It would be my guess that he was about 25 yrs old. Finally, but with enough of a pause to make him smile at my hesitation, I told him my name was Jason Townsend. "I'm for something cold to drink, wanta come over and join me?" Still dumbstruck, I followed him around to the covered patio on the back of his house. "I've got Diet Pepsi and Diet Coke. Which would you like?" "What are you going to have?" "A beer." "Could I have a beer, too? It's all right. I've had one before." "My wife would shit if she knew I gave a beer to a minor but she's not here, so OK if it's just between you and me." Michael gave me my beer and plopped down opposite me at the glass- topped table. We chatted for a while and then I noticed his cock was exposed down the left leg of his cut-off jeans. Jesus, his jeans weren't cut-off that close to his crotch; his fucking dick had to be enormous to hang out two inches and his cockhead was absolutely huge. I guess he noticed me looking because he reached down and pulled the leg of his jeans down so I could no longer see it. DAMN! FUCK! I guess I had been too obvious! I really wanted to keep on looking at it. Suddenly, I felt out of my element, like I was in too deep to know what to do. I'd had sex with a few buds my age but I didn't know shit about how to get around to the subject with a man, especially someone I had just met. He seemed to display a warm and friendly attitude toward me. I hoped he wasn't angry at me for looking at his dick. I was so horny, I couldn't even think. Maybe he realized my quandary; at least he rescued the situation. "Jason, you're a beautiful, young boy, I really like you and you're also a cocksucker aren't you?" "Why would you say that?" "Because I know about those things. You like men. I like boys. I don't care how much you hang, or anything else. You're a teenage and that alone turns me on. So, let's cut the bullshit. I've got a hard-on. You've got one too. You were damn near salivating when you saw my cock sticking out the leg of my cut-offs. Do you want to suck my dick or not? If you do it could be the start of something between us and, if not, you can fuck off right now." "I want to but I'm afraid." "Why?" "It's so big." "You don't have to take the whole thing. You can take my cockhead in your mouth and jack me off." "How big is it?" He never answered but stood up, said he'd better lock the fence gate. He walked over to the gate in the high, wood fence that enclosed his back yard - the gate where we had entered. As he was locking the gate, he dropped his cut-offs and kicked them aside but kept on his jockey shorts. Shit, I was hoping to see the whole, big thing. But when he turned around, I wasn't disappointed. He'd cut a round hole in the front of his jockeys and his enormous cock was sticking out, swaying as he walked back to the table - it was the biggest, most beautiful, most exciting cock I'd ever seen, even on the net, and way beyond anything that I could have imagined. What interested me as much as it's length was the fact that it was a skinny cock and that made the cockhead look more enormous than ever. "Pull your chair back from the table and spread your legs. I'll stand between your legs and you can take my jockeys off." Everything about him seemed to be a surprise. When I pulled off his jockeys I saw that his pubes and balls had been cleanly shaved. His genitals were totally awesome, indescribably beautiful. He pulled his underpants off and the minute I began to play with his cock he immediately started to erect. "My God, Michael, how long is that thing?" "I've never measured it but I'd guess its about 9-inches. I'd sucked buds that had 6 inches, so I knew that I could take that much without choking especially being it wasn't fat. He was right about my salivating. I started drooling all over his shaft. Actually it made it slick and easier to suck. I also found that if I was quick with the down strokes I could get down on it 7 inches. Suddenly I felt it swell and the urinary tract enlarge. He warned me he was near. I didn't pull off but kept on sucking until he entered climax. Then I stopped and let him enjoy his cum. He must have needed it badly because a large amount of cock juice poured into my mouth. When I stopped, he bent down, raised my head and kissed me. "Jason, you did very well, far better than a lot of adults who've sucked on it. Now get up, take your pants off and lie back on the table with your legs over the edge. It's my turn to sit in the chair and return the favor." I didn't last long once he went to work on me. I could learn a lot about sucking cock from him, I knew. After I'd shot he cleaned it up the best he could without a Kleenex and said, "Oh Jason, that's what I'd been needing for a long time - a big load of teen cock juice. There's nothing like it - nothing sweeter in the world. "Are you willing to do this when we're both free to do so?" "Hell yes that was so exciting sucking your cock. I'd never experienced anything like it." "It probably won't be as often as we'd like. Do you like to jack off?" "Sure." "I have an idea. Looking around the neighborhood before we bought, I noticed several houses that obviously had the same plan but with slightly modified exteriors, as is yours and mine." "You're right. They are the same plan." "Do you, by any chance, sleep in the long, one room, attic space on the 2nd floor?" "I do." "Do you have a computer up there and can you get on the Internet? "Yes to both questions" "Great, I've made a study up there and it's where I keep my computer. Here's what I have in mind. Let's set a night or nights that we can get together. When I got transferred to our office here, the office gave me a cell phone so my own phone is sort of redundant. I want to give it to you. Do you have a place to hide it?" "Sure." "So here's the plan. We have set nights and times, changing by e-mail if necessary. We can stand at the windows, which are exactly opposite each other; talk together on the cell phones and jack off together. Would you like to try that?" "That would be so fucking hot. Especially if you stood sideways so I could see your big dick sticking out." Monday at 9:00 PM was the day and time we'd agreed on. He couldn't call me or my cell phone would ring in the place I had hidden it. I dialed his phone and he said he was on the way to the window right now. At first we did a slow strip tease until we were naked and, by that time, also fully erect. He asked if I had a lamp and instructed me to plug it in and place it on the floor in front of me. That turned out to be a great idea. It improved our view of each other immensely. He really made me hot, especially when he stood, as I had requested, sideways to the window and I could see him jacking his cock its full length. After we'd both climaxed we continued to talk on the phones. The next date we agreed would be Thursday, same time. "Jason, I forgot to tell you that I requested transfer to this office because my wife's elderly parents live here and she spends all day, every Saturday with them; so, any time any Saturday, that you're free come on over. "Jeez Michael, Saturday, Monday and Thursday - when do you fuck your wife?" "Once or twice a week. Birth control pills don't agree with her, so I have to wear a rubber. I hate the fucking things. They ruin sex for me. I tell you, Jason, feeling the inside of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around my shaft was the most satisfying sex I've had in a long time." "I'm glad you liked it because I really liked it, too. And, Michael, I've got another idea. My mom, dad and I all have stuff stored in cabinets in the garage and I often go out there in the evenings to look for something I need. Do you have stuff stored in your garage?" "Yea, and I see where you're heading. Like Thursday evening we both go out to our garages, turn on the inside lights and then get together in one or the other of the garages." "Right. Is 8:30 OK instead of 9 o'clock?" "Sure. See ya then and see ya again Saturday." Things were really heating up between us. In bed that night, I jacked off thinking of Michael and his big cock before I went to sleep. He already had dominated my thoughts; that night he also dominated my dreams. Thursday evening we met in our garage and stood in front of the two cars, so we were somewhat blocked from view. We didn't undress but just took our cocks out of our pants. "Jason, when I was your age a man let me unroll a rubber up his dick and then roll it back down. Do you want to try it? It was kinda sexy for me when I did it. So, I rolled the rubber all the way up his 9-inch cock and all the way back down. "Can I keep it, Michael?" "Sure you can do anything you want. Don't ask me about what you can do. We're fuck buddies now. What do you want to do, put it on and jack off in it?" "No, I just want to keep it, realizing its been on your cock is kinda exciting." "You're as much a pervert as I am." I dropped to my knees, in front of my dream cock and took it in my mouth. He was hot as hell. I swear it was bigger and harder than the first time I'd sucked it. After he shot his load, he reached down, grabbed me under the arms, pulled me up and kissed me, open mouthed with lots of tonguing. "Jason, let me go down on you now." "There's no use. I shot off all over the floor. I shot big time. You better check your pant legs. I hope I didn't get any on you." "I hope you did, cause then I'll lick it off. And, the next time you're that hot tell me and I'll suck you off first. I love your teen age juice and it's too precious to waste on a garage floor." When I went back upstairs, he was at the window with his cell-phone. I grabbed mine and dialed his number. "Thanks, Jason, I really needed that. Damn, you're getting really good at taking my dick." "Thanks, I love sucking it." "That's obvious. And, Jason, I want to ask you something. Did you like being kissed?" "I really did, that was the first time a man has ever really kissed me like that, you know, hard, wet, sticking your tongue in my mouth like you really liked it and were showing me that you liked doing it." "If you want to, I'd really like to get into a lot of foreplay with a lot of sucking face before we get down to sex. What do you think of that?" "Sounds exciting. I've heard the word, but you'll have to teach me. I don't know much about how you do it." "You will when I get through with you. Now for the big question, what do you think of my trying to fuck you?" "It sounds exciting. If you'd like to do it to me, I'd feel kinda, you know, honored, but I'm afraid it would hurt." "That it might, but I'll get you ready, lube you up good and you can grease my cock, and we'll proceed slowly. I've thought of it so many times that now I'm obsessed with getting it inside your body. I think it would make us feel kinda like one, really bond us together as fuck buddies, if you know what I mean?" "I'd like you to try. I really want to be your fuck buddy because it seems to imply we'd be more that just friends." "You got that right. You're my beautiful, teen age, fuck buddy, and don't you forget it." "Oh, I'm not apt to forget it. Michael I'm so fucking happy that you bought that house and are my neighbor. "Me, too. See you Saturday, fuck buddy!" I didn't go back down stairs, just hollered "Good night" down the stairs. I was hard again and didn't want to jack off before I got in bed. I fooled around on my computer for a while, turned off the light, got into bed and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. I unrolled Michael's rubber up my cock and left it for a while before I took it off. Michael was right. I was a pervert. It was exciting just knowing his big cock had been in there where mine was now. I finally unrolled it and buried it under some stuff at the back of the drawer in the nightstand, jacked off and eventually went to sleep thinking of what it would feel like to have Michael's cock inside me. I was so happy that he wanted me that way. I felt so lucky that he wanted me as his fuck buddy. I knew that I loved him. Saturday morning, I went out to start mowing the lawn again. My rents hadn't disclosed any plans for the day. Michael was mowing his again, too, and I was on pins and needles that the rents would hang around all day when my dad came up and tapped me on the shoulder and hollered that they were leaving to go to the mall and then to the supermarket, saying they'd be home for dinner and I was to fix a sandwich for lunch. As soon as they disappeared down the street, Michael came over, took me to the back of the house, groped my crotch and kissed me. I told him my rents would be gone for the day. "When we finish the lawns, come on over." Now my nervousness changed from worrying about what plans my rents had for the day to worrying about getting fucked for the first time. At least it would be Michael that I'd be giving my virginity too and that fact alone seemed to make a lot of things right. Michael helped me stow the power mower and we went over to his house. He locked the gate and locked the door, went to the fridge and tossed me a beer. He led me to the sofa in one of the bedrooms that they seemed to have converted into a TV room. He bent over and removed some books from the bottom shelf of a floor to ceiling bookcase and fished out a video and put it on - a male, porno flick with a lot of hung studs fucking and sucking and kissing each other in kind of a group orgy. Let's stay dressed for a while. It's going to be a while before I want us to shoot our loads. Halfway through the movie and after we'd each had a couple more beers; he shut off the TV and put the video away. Since you've got until dinnertime, lets start with showering together. It was kinda warm out there mowing the lawn. He had a long handled device with nylon net on one side. We scrubbed each other, he washed my hair for me and I noticed that he had also shaved under his arms. God, I was so fucking hot, so fucking hard, more so than I'd ever been in my life standing so close to that big dicked stud, dripping with water - water was even flowing off the end of his penis. It actually looked as though he was pissing. When we'd finished he sat on the toilet seat and told me to get his shaving cream and safety razor off the vanity counter. "My balls are clean, but I want you to shave my pubes for me. Will you?" "Michael, I'd do anything in the world for you." {Actually I couldn't think of anything in the world I'd rather do, expect to get in bed with him.) He held it up and moved it around while I shaved him and cleaned him off with a wet washrag. In bed he told me to try to hold out a while longer, He wanted to do some of the foreplay he'd talked to me about on the phone. He rolled over on top of my and kissed me like his life depended upon it. Of course, his kissing me and my feeling his big cock pushing on my stomach, I lost it and started to cry. "Oh baby, don't cry. You're young and your nuts are loaded with the stuff. I'll make you shoot again. Maybe it's for the best. It will slow you down so we can both enjoy the foreplay longer. He moved down, sucked and bit my nipples, sucked the muscle at the front of my armpit, skipped my cock and moved down to my feet, sucking on every toe on both feet. Then he moved up and sucked first on one ball, then the other and ended up taking both of them in his mouth at once. I knew he was showing me what he wanted me to do to him. After more kissing, he gently moved my head down to his chest and, for the first time, I sucked a man's nipples (and, as I've mentioned before, he had unusually large nipples). Then I repeated what he had done to me. Finally he pulled me back up, again rolled over on top of me and kissed again, just as he'd done before. Our breathing became heavy. I was hot and I knew that he was hot, too. "One more thing Baby, then we can lube up. He moved me over onto my stomach spread my legs, crawled between them and with both hands spread my ass cheeks. Being a novice, I thought he was going to put it in right then and there, but he had said one more thing before he lubed me. I wondered what he was going to do. When he began licking my asshole and sucking on it, I thought I'd crawl off the bed. Shit, now I knew for real that I was HOT, HOT, HOT. I was beyond the point of no return. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me so badly that I was screaming at him, begging him to stick it in. "You're ready now, Baby." He leaned over and reached under the edge of the bed, found something labeled K-Y, smeared it on his finger and lubed my boy cunt. Then, I rubbed it all up and down his shaft and over his cock head. He flipped me over on my back, pulled my butt up onto two pillows, held my legs up in the air and I felt his big fuck tool push against my ass hole. He paused and pushed it in a little deeper. After he said he had 4 inches in it hurt like hell, but, as I said, I was beyond the point of no return. I wanted his cock inside me even if it hurt like hell. He did take it slowly and I was glad he had put me on my back. I kept staring at his face, his open mouth and his eyes. I had never seen a man's eyes so wide open so full of something that I could not put a name to. I thought maybe it was lust, but it was more like expectation, I guess. I knew when he had it all the way in. I could feel his legs pressing against my buns. He slowly began to take my virginity with his 9-inch fuck tool, sliding it in and out with deep strokes. Once it came out and he had to put it in again. Then his need to climax seemed to overtake him, to control him. One of my buds at school told me about his brother saying you could tighten your ass while getting fucked and it drove the guy fucking you wild. I tried it, squeezing my buns together. Michael sure did notice. "What the fuck did you just do?" "I just tightened my ass around your cock." "Oh my God, that was wonderful. Can you do that again? As he started I did it a couple of more times. It did make him kinda crazy. He started fucking me faster. When he collapsed atop me I knew he was climaxing. I could feel his warm, cock juice pouring out deep inside my body. I grabbed him around his chest and back as he kissed me like what seemed forever. Then I felt his cock softening and heard the soft sound it made when he raised his lower body and pulled his big cockhead clear of my asshole. "God damn, Jason, where did you learn to grab a guy's cock with your ass like that?" "I heard some guys at school talking about it." "No body had ever done anything remotely like that to me before. I can't tell you how fucking good it felt." "I'm glad you liked it," Now, I was no longer a virgin. As long as Michael wanted to do it again I really didn't care. What use was being a virgin anyway? It was just another way of saying you'd never had any fun with a man's cock inside you - you'd never been fucked. And, as I thought about it, I had wanted to get fucked for a long time. Now I had been fucked and fucked good by a 9-inch cock and I loved it! As long as Michael lived next door and wanted to have sex with me I'd be the happiest kid in town. Michael got out of bed and returned with a warm, wet washrag and cleaned us up, then spread out on his back, reached into a bedside drawer and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. "Michael can you spread your legs, so I can get between them and put my head on one of your legs and just look at your cock?" It was truly an amazing cock; soft or hard didn't make a hell of a lot of difference as far as its size was concerned. I just looked at it, moved it up and across one of his legs and then up on his stomach. It was, as I've said before, a thing of exciting beauty. He was permissive with me. Whatever I wanted to do he let me do it. I fondled his balls, held his cock, slowly jacked it, kissed it and sucked on his big cockhead. "Michael, I'm going to shoot soon, do you want it?" He immediately had it in his mouth and I began to cum, slowly, not intense, just a long, satisfying climax. He moved up and onto his side facing me. "Jason I have something I want to tell you, but I don't know whether I should or not." "Go on, tell me." "I love you. I was afraid to tell you but I thought you should know." I started to speak but he put a finger over my lips and asked me to let him finish. "We've known each other for exactly one week and I can't believe what has happened between us; a few minutes ago you gave me the best fuck I'd ever had in my life. I know sex isn't necessarily love but I also know I love you. I hesitated telling you because I don't know how I'll be able to handle it, let alone how you'll be able to handle it. God you are so young, so beautiful. I don't want to hurt you or get you disturbed over it." "I'm glad you told me. I needed to know. I knew Thursday night when I went to bed that I loved you, but was afraid to tell you. Now it's out in the open." "What are we going to do?" "What do you mean?" "You know, we can't come out in the open with it." "So what? We haven't been out in the open about doing what we've been doing, before we told each other we were in love. We're going to just keep on doing what we've been doing the past week. The only thing different is that we'll know that the bond we've formed as fuck buddies has deepened into love. What could be nicer, what could be more exciting? Michael, I know we can never like, you know, come out with this information. But, when you think about it, love between two people, especially between two males, is a deeply personal thing anyway, especially what happens sexually between them." "Jason, you are wiser at 13 than I am at 26. You're right. Nothing has been lost and everything has been gained. With love comes warmth, even when were apart, warmth, appreciation, admiration a lot of things that will sustain us between get-togethers." "Michael, kiss me. I love you so much." When I reluctantly left to go home he gave me some ointment to put in my boy cunt. I intended to do a few things at home but, instead, I just collapsed on the bed, without lunch, and didn't wake up until I became aware that my mother was shaking me. "Jason, are you OK?" "Yea, mom, I just didn't sleep well last night and I was tired so decided to take a nap." "Well, if you're sure you're OK go down and help your dad unload groceries from the car before he puts it in the garage." Having had a long nap and eaten a big dinner, I stayed up late with the rents watching TV. It was almost 11 o'clock when I went upstairs. I was so surprised when I saw Michael standing at the window with the lights on and his cell phone in his hand. I dialed him. "Hi, Jason, sorry to bother you so late at night." "Oh, Michael, I'm so glad you called." "You OK, Jason? I know I hurt you back there and I'm sorry?" "Don't be, there's no one in the world I'd rather have had take my virginity than you. I love you Michael. If for no other reason, it was worth it looking at your face and your eyes as you stuck it in and the passion and love I felt pouring out of your body into my mine as you fucked me." "Shit, you are such a master at words. You put me to shame." "Don't be silly. Michael, I've just got to tell you. I've been fascinated with grown men's cocks ever since I can remember. It's been my dream, like forever, to see one hard, to feel one hard. Michael, if you had only let me look at it and feel it, you'd have made me happy. Instead, this past week has been something beyond my dreams. I love you. I thank you. Don't take it wrong. It doesn't mean I'm minimizing what happened in bed earlier, but I was so fucking hot and horny for a man's cock that I'd have submitted to the first dude that showed the slightest interest in me." "I understand, and take it the way you intended. Now I understand why things went so far during the week. I not only wanted you but you wanted me too." "Yes, you have no reason to feel sorry or guilty. I'm so glad you moved into the house next door. You are the answer to my wildest dreams." "Jason, I hope you take this the right way. I've told you I like boys and I guess you know I've fooled around with a few, probably not as many as you think, but I've never loved one before, believe me. I want you to know, that I truly do love you and I also think you are the sexiest, hottest thing in the world. God I love your skinny body, you big, boy cock and tiny little bun and how excited you get during sex. Honest, Jason, I don't think I could ever get enough of you. You know, in some countries in Europe they train boys your age to please men sexually. None of them could be better at it than you are. You can really take care of a man's cock." "Well, I don't think I could find an excuse to go to the garage right now. If the rents leave tomorrow and your wife should go shopping, I'd love for you to plow me again." "Oh, shit, you fucking, little sex machine. Can we jack off together right now? Forget the lamp I'm about to shoot." We'd barely started when he pressed his piss slit against the glass and I saw his cum run down, almost to the windowsill. "Oh, Jason, see what I mean. I've never known anybody that could get me so hot so quick." "I'm glad. I like it when you're hot." "The feelings mutual. Here's hoping for tomorrow." Well, things turned out just fine Sunday afternoon. We both had been keeping close tabs on the situation. At first chance he started over to my house and I started over to his. "Where did your parent's go?" "To a matinee." "How much time do we have?" "Two and a half hours, max, including travel time back and forth. Maybe more if they stop to eat something." "Come on over." "Michael, do you know what I really want?" "Name it, I'll do it." "I want you to give it to me in my room." "Do you have a TV and a VCR" "Yes, go get the film." He came back with it plus 4 beers and his K-Y in a plastic bag. We locked the doors and slowly made our way up the stairs between kisses and feeling each other up. He was unimaginably hot, even before anything had taken place. He put in the VCR; I pulled down his cut-offs - no jockeys this time. He kicked off his shoes and ripped off my baggy jeans. We started on a beer but didn't get very far with it. He was a virile young man with a huge cock and we were both filled with an animal like lust. His cock was demanding sexual fulfillment and needed it fast. I stood on the floor beside my bed and put one foot up on my bed, he lubed me and I reached around and smeared his cock with it. He knew I wanted him to fuck me in this position. I felt him enter me. I gritted my teeth, it hurt again, but I needed it so bad that pain was the least of my worries. Most of all I wanted Michael to fuck me again with his big cock. As he began fucking me, I began to wiggle my ass around, knowing he was in so deep I wouldn't lose it. He slapped my buns really hard and said, "God damn, that's so good, swirl your boy cunt around some more. Yea, that's it. You're a real boy whore with a cunt so tight any man would die to fuck you." It was his turn to climax quickly. I felt him shoot his love juice deep into my ass. It was my turn to get a wet washrag and clean him up. We flopped on my twin bed and it was a long time before we came down from our sexual highs. Again, I got down so my face was right in his cock and worshiped his big fuck tool. (Thank God he gave it to me, as well as his wife. I had developed not only a want but a strong need for it.) It was half an hour before he moved and another half hour before he finished his second beer. I declined my second one and opened it for him. Then I began fondling his cock, playing with his balls, kissing his genitals and moving up to suck his nipples. "Be careful, Jason, or you're going to get me worked up again." "I want to, I have a favor to ask." "Anything, fuck buddy. I mean it." "I want to make you cum all over my bottom sheet." "We can try. You lead the way." I had him kneel on the bed. I positioned my self on my back beneath him, my legs dangling over the bottom of the bed. I smeared K-Y all over his cock and began to jack him off. The room was filled with sun coming in the windows and his cock was so slick with K-Y it looked as though it were made of glass. It was the first time I'd jacked him. Seeing his big cock erect, and his balls swinging back and forth, it was a wonderful, exciting and erotic sight. I shot myself, but managed to not miss a stroke. When he hollered "I'm cuming", I removed my hand and watched, in fascination, as his 9-inch cock jerked up and down, his ball sac now shriveled and drawn up against the underside of his cock shaft and, with each jerking spasm, shooting cum out of his piss slit and down onto my sheets in big quantities. I knew why I wanted him to do that, and so did he. The minute I got into bed tonight I'd jack off and cum again and again, looking at his yellow cum stains, remembering what his cock looked like from underneath - just like it must look when he was on the verge of entering my boy cunt or his wife's pussy. I damn near climaxed again, just thinking about it. The huge cocked fucker owned me. I felt like I was a slave to his cock or in any other way that he wanted me to be. "That was hot, Jason, sometime I want to do that to you. It would be exciting to watch you shoot a load." "Just name the time and place, or just do it sometime." "I love ya, Jason. But, the time has passed quickly. I think I better get back home before we blow things wide open. There's always time, though to suck face." With that he kissed me for a long time. He had really gotten into kissing and I loved every minute of it. "Jason, I can't tell you how hard it is to leave you after we've had sex together. I wish we could just stay together, talk, kiss, hug, and maybe do it again." "I feel the same way. You don't have to explain." That night, I got into my perverted pleasures. I rolled the rubber he had let me keep up and down several times over my cock, put it back in the drawer, got on my knees in the same place and position Michael and been, looked at the cum he had shot all over my sheets, closed my eyes and remembered watching his huge cock jerking up and down and shooting cum all over my sheets where I'd sleep, and jacked myself to climax several times. It meant I'd have to do a load of my laundry in the morning but I sometimes did anyway and that wouldn't arouse any suspicions. I don't know what definition you give to "fuck buddies". I'd never even heard the expression before Michael used it. I don't know now what it means. It's not something that you can look up in a dictionary. But, I've learned to know what Michael means by it, which is: Fuck buddies are used for and obligated to fulfill the sexual needs of their partner, no matter what the are or when they occur. The obligation isn't a duty as much as it is an expression of exceptionally strong love between two males, regardless of age differences. In the case of Michael and I, the fulfillment of "when" was sometimes beyond strict compliance because of his being married and my being a teenaged boy living at home. But it is amazing the excuses we dreamed up to get together and to disguise the purpose of our frequent meetings. My parents became accustomed to and accepting of the fact that I liked Michael and we were good friends. Even stranger was the fact that his wife did the same. Every week it became clearer that Michael didn't like having marital relations with his wife nearly as much as he liked the secret and forbidden sex that he and I engaged in; so it fell on me to take care of his big 9-inch fuck tool's carnal needs. How lucky could you get! These encounters also increased in frequency. It seemed that the more sex we had together the more we wanted. I sometimes wondered where it would all end and I prayed that it would not end in disaster. Then, school ended and in the last week in June, Michael came over one evening after supper to talk to my dad. He had to go to Los Angeles for a Friday meeting and San Diego for a Monday morning meeting. He asked permission to take me with him, saying he'd take me to Disneyland Saturday or Sunday and that he' never leave me alone. I could go with him to his meetings and stay in the reception room and read magazines. I held my breath until my dad replied that I liked to go out of town with him, he looked at my mom, she nodded approval and he finally said, "OK." It was so fucking hard to restrain my reaction. I went outside with Michael and around to the side of our front porch, between the two houses. We stood by the house, with a bush hiding us from the street. Without words we jacked each other off and shot our loads on the lawn. After he kissed me, he said: "Oh Baby, were going to suck and fuck liked we've never dreamed of. OK with you?" "You know it is, Michael." We left on Friday as soon as Michael got home from work. Michael had told me to dress very casually for travel, he had on his cut-offs and I had on my baggy jeans, we did wear nice polo shirts though. We were only a few blocks from home, on the way to the through street that led to the freeway, when Michael unzipped and took his cock out of his pants. By now, I realized that both Michael and I both were, what you could call, over-sexed. God, maybe we were even on the way to becoming male nymphomaniacs. But, you know, it no longer bothered me. If I died with his huge cock in my mouth or up my boy cunt, I'd die happy. If we were caught we'd probably just figure it out from there - disappear - maybe Mexico, even - become beach bums - something. What did worry me, though, was how many years would I have with him - how many years until I got too old to satisfy his need for boys - how many years before he found another 13, 14 or 15 year old boy whore to ass fuck and to suck him off. But I buried the thought. Now was the time to have fun, I was alone with Michael for the whole weekend and the following Monday. It was not the time for distractions because Michael had reached over, found my left hand and put it atop his cock - he was telling me that it needed some TLC. End of PART 1. I'll post Part 2 as soon as possible. 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