Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2012 02:33:21 -0400 (EDT) From: whitewold999@icqmail.com Subject: Mark and the Man Nextdoor (gay/adult you, oral, m/M) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re- post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2011 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Mark and the Man Next Door By Wolf When I was a child my family lived in Montreal, not far from the University, when I was a child. I became very good friends with the man next door when I was an eight-year-old, second grader. I was a slim, blond-headed kid. I became very fascinated with the man next door but I never knew just how old Rodger was. I think he was between thirty and forty years old. He was married and had a young daughter. He was a dark haired good looking guy, about six feet tall. He was a very masculine man, with a harsh sounding voice that belied his true good nature. His name was named Mark, and he smoked a lot and also drank a bit. One afternoon while I was next door to visit him, his wife was busy looking after their daughter in the back yard. Rodger was sitting in his favorite chair watching television. He was wearing sweat pants and a sweat shirt. (He tended to wear sweat clothes around the house most of the time.) He must not have heard me enter his house, because he was sitting there in his chair with his sweatpants pulled down under his balls, and he was pulling on his cock hard and fast, while he was breathing hard. I stood there fascinated by the sight of him masturbating. He eventually reached for a rag that was on the end table next to his chair and shot his load of cum into the rag. When he was finished he put the rag away, and pulled his sweatpants back up. I left the room without him knowing that I had witnessed him playing with himself. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen. Whenever I was alone I also started playing with myself. I began going out of my way to spy on Rodger. I discovered that whenever his wife and daughter were not around, he masturbated a lot. I found out that if I stood in the right place in their living-room, I could see directly into their bedroom. I witnessed him relaxing on his bed with his clothes pulled down. He would jack off fast and furiously and would cum all over his belly. I must have made a noise at one time, because he looked at me, but he didn't stop masturbating. He simply motioned for me to enter his room with his left hand, while continuing to jack off with his right hand. I was frightened to enter, but afraid to run too. When I slowly entered his room he asked me if I would like to feel his cock. I couldn't vocalize my answer, so I just nodded my head up and down. I simply stood beside his bed and reached for his cock. It felt so warm, and the skin was so smooth. It was like loose rubbery stuff over a stiff shaft. It was about six inches long, sticking straight up in the air. He demanded, "Pull on it hard and fast!" While I started pulling on his cock, he continued barking orders at me to do it harder and faster. He also reached over with his hand and started feeling the bulge in my pants. My cock was half the size of his, and sticking straight out like a rod. He fumbled with my pants until he got them open. I felt like I was going to pee, when he finally pulled my dick and balls out of my pants. He used his thumb and finger to masturbate me while I was pulling on his cock. When he was ready to cum he rolled towards me and squirted gobs of white cum all over my dick and little balls. He continued masturbating me until I thought I couldn't take it anymore. He cleaned me off and swore me to secrecy before he let me go home. I soon learned that he was a chronic masturbator. He did it all of the time. When I was around he had me do it for him, and he would do it to me. I will never forget the time his wife took their daughter to Nova Scotia to visit her sister for a week. He invited me over to sleep with him. We masturbated each other all day, but when it was bedtime he insisted that I not sleep in pajamas. We went to bed totally naked. He showed me how to suck cock by taking my little dick into his mouth. He actually sucked on me until I had my first dry cum. When he reclined back on the bed, I knew it was my turn to suck his cock for him. I leaned over his body and studied his cock. I leaned over his body and studied his cock, while I pulled on it. I eventually worked up the nerve to put my mouth over the velvety head and into my mouth. I started pushing my head down over the shaft. I managed to take all six inches into my mouth. My nose was pressed against the crease of he left leg. I could smell his manly body odor, and a few pubic hairs on his crotch tickled my nose. Rodger liked to talk dirty while he had sex with me. His big booming voice would call me all calling all kinds of dirty things, like his sweet little cocksucker. When he was ready to cum he held my head down with his hand while he squirted cum in my mouth. At first, I almost choked on it. Some even came out of my nose. The next evening he had me lay face down on his bed while he lay on top of me. I couldn't believe it when he used some sort of slippery liquid to grease up my asshole. I had never heard of someone actually putting their cock inside an asshole before. It hurt like hell until he told me to push like I was taking a shit. When I did, his cock slipped into me rather easily and didn't hurt so much. He was talking dirty to me the entire time, and sweating all over my back. I was sore for several days later, but loved the feeling it induced in me. When his wife returned, we had to be more discrete. Just the same, he never wore underwear under his sweatpants, so he could just pull the front of his sweats down and stick his cock into my mouth. He would grasp my head and fuck my mouth hard and fast, while talking dirty to me. I would look up at him, making eye contact with him the whole time. Sometimes his wife was in the kitchen while I sucked his cock. I became very turned on by the whole thing. Quite often, all he would wear was red jockey shorts, and when he would stand up the head of his cock would be poking over the top of his underwear. He would smile at me and motion for me to follow him into the bathroom. He would stand in front of me demanding that I masturbate him and suck his cock. I was always very nervous, because we had to rush it, to get it done without arousing his wife's suspicion. He would talk to me in a low voice during all of this. Sometimes he would pull his cock out of my mouth and squirt his cum in the toilet, while holding my body tightly against his. Anytime his wife was going to be gone for a day or two, I could expect to spend the night in his bed, playing the part of his wife. I loved to have him fuck me in the missionary position, so that we could look each other in the eye. He also loved to stick his tongue into my asshole after fucking me. I was able to have a dry cum while he rimmed my asshole. When she was not around he would bring out a large collection of photographs of men having sex with young boys. We would look at them together, before he would do the same things to me. Rodger had a friend that was much older. This guy must have been in his sixties. I think Rodger had been his lover, at one time, when he was younger. This man was also married, and he was into sex with young boys. Although, I never had sex with him myself but there were times when he would be present, and watch Rodger having sex with me. Apparently I was too old for him to be interested in me. Rodger confessed to me that he couldn't cum having sex with his wife, without thinking about me. He had to think about me sucking his cock, or him fucking my asshole to be able to cum inside her. That really made me feel special and I liked hearing it. It was inevitable that his wife should become suspicious of our relationship, and catching her husband fucking me. She couldn't stand him after that. She demanded a divorce, and threatened to expose him if he didn't give her everything she wanted. He was a broken man. He left town soon after. I heard from someone that he became a member of the unwashed homeless. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com