Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2017 09:19:16 -0600 From: Charles Subject: My Neighbor Billy - 1 This story is completely fictional and if any characters remind you of or resemble anyone you know then that should make it even more believable. The story contains sex between adults and youth. If this offends you then don't read the story. This site is free to readers but needs donations to help keep it running and free. Any amount will be appreciated. Send donations to: http://donate.niftyorg/donate.html Any comments good or bad will be appreciated by the author who retains all rights to the story. ahsed1955@gmail.com My Neighbor Billy - 1 - When I moved into my apartment it was totally new. Actually it was two apartments connected by the drive and garage. A double wide drive that led into a double garage, one for the apartment on the right and another for the apartment on the left. The two apartments were exact reverse images of each other. I had been there about three months when the Adam family moved into the other apartment. There was the mother, father and a young son. The couple was my age or older, well into their fifties or at least the father was. The son was about ten at the time and at first I thought he might be their grandson. After introducing myself to Mr. Adam one evening when we pulled into our garages at the same time, he assured me that Billy was his son and had been a surprise to both of them when he came along. The mother worked for some business in town and had varied hours of work. Some days she would be home around two while others it might be late into the night. They settled in and we had no problems other than the occasional ball or plane or some other toy that managed to get over the short fence that divided the back yard between the two apartments. Billy was real good about waiting until I was home before coming over and asking if he could retrieve his toy. After about the tenth time I told him that I never locked the gate from the garage that went into the back yard and he was welcome to just come over and go right on in the back yard any time he needed to. I met his mother later on when she was coming home and told her that I had given Billy permission to retrieve anything that managed to land in my backyard. She said she would talk to him and see if she couldn't manage to get Billy to be a little more careful with his things. I assured her he wasn't hurting anything and besides he was just a growing boy and curious about things. She thanked me and said she was still going to talk to him and tell him to do some thinking before throwing or flying his toys toward my yard. I started to talk more about it and let her know that if they went to the other side of their yard they would be in the street but figured it really wasn't my place to point it out to her. The next couple of years passed by with no problems between us and Billy had grow a bit, not only up but a bit out. Seems he hadn't started loosing the baby fat that boys in their preteens tend to loose before the body starts it's real changes. I had noticed that he had been attending a church school taught by some nuns. Their little van bus would pick him up just before eight and drop him off about three thirty each day. He looked cute in his little uniform of white shirt, light blue vest with matching pants which could be either shorts or long pants. After awhile his pants and shirts started looking a bit tight on him which I didn't mind but I had noticed him waiting in the garage and having to adjust himself repeatedly because of the tight fit. The more I watched him as he came and went to school the more I noticed him either adjusting himself or maybe just playing with himself, although I figured since he did it in the open so much he was really adjusting himself. Can remember how my underwear could get tight around my young family jewels when I was his age, especially once puberty started messing with my body, and was sure that was part of his problem. One day when I came home from shopping a police car was at the Adam's apartment and an officer knocking on the door. Neither of the parents were home and Billy was at school. They looked around and asked if I knew my neighbors. I told them that they were at work and their son was in school. The officer said he was trying to get in touch with Mrs. Adam because Mr. Adam had a bad heart attack and was at the hospital. Glancing at my watch I noticed that Billy would be home in less than an hour and asked the officer if they had someone to get him. The officer's radio in his car went off and they said they had located Mrs. Adam and she was on her way to the hospital. That still didn't solve the problem of Billy coming home to an empty apartment. The officer looked at his partner and asked if they should wait for the son or what. I told them if they could get in touch with Mrs. Adam and it was okay Billy could stay with me until she got home. The officer relayed the message and we had to wait about fifteen minutes before a reply said it was alright with her and that Billy knew me and should be alright. Just as we were looking up the street we saw the church van coming up the road. I suggested the officers get in their car and just watch so it wouldn't scare Billy when he saw the police car. They understood and pulled their car across the street as the church bus slowed at the apartments. Billy as usual stepped off the van, took about two steps and reached down to adjust himself in his tight shorts. I wave at Billy and told him that my father was a little sick and his mother was at the hospital with him so he was to wait at my place until she got home. He looked at me for a minute then said okay as he tugged on his backpack and headed toward my apartment. I waved at the policemen who nodded at me as they pulled away. Once inside I asked Billy if he needed something to snack on or drink. He told me that he usually had a soda when he got home and if I had some cake or something sweet it would be nice. I had the soda and looked around but didn't have any cake, or cookies, mainly because I was trying to keep my weight down. Looking in the freezer I did have some sugar free ice cream and offered him some of that which he happily took. While sitting on the bar stool drinking his soda and eating his ice cream I noticed he kept reaching down and pushing his shorts away from his crotch. After a while I asked him if his pants were binding up on him was the reason he kept pulling on them. He turned red then said they were too tight and when...... he started to say something but stopped short. I told him I would go see if I had something he might change into that would help with his problem. While he continued to drink and eat I went into the spare room where I kept things I no longer used or wore. Going through the drawers I soon came upon some old swimsuits that wouldn't fit anymore. Most of them were way to big for Billy bit I did find one pair of really tight ones that I had only wore once and not even then did I get out of the apartment. Holding them up I figured they should fit and not be tight at all on Billy. Taking them back into the kitchen where Billy was placing his bowl in the sink and adjusting himself I asked if he wanted to try the shorts on. Holding them up he said he wasn't sure but decided to try when I told him if he didn't like them he didn't have to wear them. Taking the shorts he went into the bathroom and started changing. He called out from behind the door and asked if he was suppose to wear his underwear with him. I told him they were for swimming and underwear wasn't needed. After a bit he slowly came out of the bathroom holding his shorts and underwear in front of him. I asked him to turn around and was surprised to see that they fit pretty good. They weren't' skin tight yet tight enough to keep from falling off of him. Placing his clothes on his backpack he asked what could we do until his mother came home. I asked him if he had any homework and with a frown on his face he said he did. I told him to go ahead and do that and his mother would probably be home before he finished and if he needed help I would try but no guarantees. He settled down at the table while I watched a little TV, game shows, trying to be quiet so he could work. He did ask me to read a paragraph he had written to see if he had anything wrong with it. I corrected a couple of misspelled words but other than that it was fine. During all this I hadn't seen him adjust himself until I told him how good his paper was. It was almost like a reflex as he reached down and pulled on his crotch. A couple hours later Mrs. Adam called and asked if it would be alright if Billy stayed there until she came home and she wasn't sure how long she would be at the hospital. I told her she didn't have to rush back and if it was real late I would fix a place for Billy to sleep on the couch. She thanked me and said she would be home as soon as they were able to tell her something. I relayed the message to Billy who didn't seem too worried. I asked if he would like a hamburger and fries for dinner and he seemed really excited. He went on to tell me that his mother didn't like for him to have what she called junk food and always had a lot of vegetables that he had to eat. I assured him if there was something he didn't like he didn't have to eat it. While I prepared the burgers and got them on to cook he sat at the counter and asked me all kinds of questions, like why I didn't have a wife, children, or a pet. I answered his questions as honestly as I could and got him another soda to sip on while he waited. With the fries cooking and the burgers almost done I asked him what he liked on his burgers. Had to give him a rundown of what I had so he could decide. Finally he wanted mustard and pickles. We sat down to eat our dinner and I got to ask him questions about himself. He liked his school somewhat, didn't like the fact that they had very little play time. Said his father didn't have much to do with him but he was always busy with his job as well as his mother. Finally I got around to asking him why he was always adjusting himself. He blushed so I went on and told him I saw him do it while waiting on the school van, right after he got off the van, and almost every time I saw him out playing or just moving in or out of the apartment. He lowered his eyes but then said he wasn't sure but sometimes his wee wee would get sort of hard and he had to touch it and put it where it couldn't be seen. I told him I understood and believed most boys my age had that problem. His next question made me hesitate before answering. He wanted to know why or how his wee wee did that. I coughed before answering and told him it was a natural thing that all males went through. Of course he still wanted to know why. I told him after we finished dinner I would get out some medical books and try to explain it all to him. Actually I was hoping he would forget about it. He helped me wash off the dishes and put them in the dishwasher before moving to the living room to watch some TV. I found a program I figured would hold his interest but he said he didn't get to watch much TV and wanted to know what else was on. For a good half hour he took the remote and clicked through at least a hundred channels before putting it down, rubbing his crotch and asked if I was going to tell him about his wee wee getting hard. I went to my bookcase and got out a large medical book I had had for years and had him sit down beside me on the sofa. First I found the section on male anatomy and flipped through some of the pictures showing him what a young boy's wee wee looked like and then the different stages of puberty and how different it looked once a boy was a man. It seemed to excite him because he kept one hand in his crotch. With that out of the way I asked him if he knew how babies were made. He said he thought so but wasn't sure. Taking a deep breath I flipped over into the woman anatomy section and started explaining about breast and eventually a woman's vigina. He was interested but a little set off like when a kid sees something he thinks is really gross. He looked up at me and said he understood about the sperm and egg part but how did the two get together to make a baby. I was now in a spot and wasn't sure how I was going to explain this to him. Suddenly I remembered the porn mags I had in my room and asked him if he could keep a secret. He said he could so I went and got a couple of the magazines. I tried to explain that a man would take his wee wee and put it inside the woman's vigina and after a while of fun for both the man would shoot his sperm inside the woman. He had a perplexed look on his face so I told him to just look. There were pics of different stages of a cock going into a woman's vigina. He looked at the pages with interest plus his hand in his crotch was working overtime. He flipped through one of the magazines and found some pics of gay men and wanted to know what they were doing. I tried to explain that some men didn't like being with women and would find pleasure with other men. He accepted my answer but I could tell it just didn't seem right to his young logic, after all two men couldn't make a baby. It wasn't late but I was getting tired of trying to answer the questions his mother or father should be answering and told him it was time for him to take a shower and get ready for bed. He told me he didn't have his pajamas to put on so I told him I would find him one of my ole t-shirts to wear tonight and eventually his mother would be here and he could get his own pajamas. He was satisfied with the answer and followed me into the bathroom. I asked him if he liked bathes or showers and he told me he liked showers best. I told him to go ahead and strip off and I would wash his clothes for him in case he had to wear the same ones to school tomorrow. He was alright until he got down to remove the swimming shorts. I told him he had nothing I had not already seen. He reluctantly pushed the shorts off and stepped into the shower. I told him to be sure and use plenty of soap and wash behind his ears while I put his clothes in the washer. I returned to the bathroom to see if everything was alright. While I was waiting for him to finish he asked me when would he shoot sperm like the men in the pictures. I told him it could be anytime soon or a couple years, that all boys didn't go through puberty at the same time. Suddenly he cut the water off and pushed the curtain aside and while standing there with a chubby fat four inch hard cock in his hand asked me what jerking off meant. I had to swallow suddenly as the question and his state of erection caught me off guard. I asked him where he had heard that term and he said that some of the older boys at school were always talking about it and claiming that he and his friends probably didn't know what it was. Taking a deep breath I told him that men get excited all the time and in order to relieve the tension when there wasn't a wife or girlfriend around to help out, they would play with themselves until they released the tension. His hand had been slowly moving back and forth on his cut little cock but I could tell he didn't know what he was doing. Finally feeling his frustration I asked him if he wanted me to show him how. He hesitated then nodded his head. I had him get out of the tub and stand in front of me and after drying most of the water off I slipped my hand down beneath his little balls and gently squeezed them. He let out a little moan and just looked at me. Reaching over on the sink I took the lube that I kept handy and applied some to his little cock. Slowly rubbing the lube over his cock I watched as he smiled, moaned and rolled his eyes back in his head. Cupping his cock in my hand I began to stroke it back and forth and almost laughed when I saw the expression of augh and pleasure on his face. His hips started involuntarily pumping into my hand. I felt his little balls pull up tight against his shaft just before he announced he was about to pee. I knew he wasn't but he had never had an orgasm. Pumping faster I watched as his entire body tensed and he gasped as his cock pumped in my hand. I was surprised to see the stream of clear liquid gush out of him as he almost fell to the ground when his legs became weak. I slowed my pumping on his cock and felt it slowly get soft. Breathing hard he looked down at his softening cock and the stream of liquid on my hand and on the floor between us. He asked if it had come out of him and I told him it had but it wasn't sperm yet. He looked confused again so I explained that young boys produced a liquid like he had but weren't quite old enough to produce real sperm but not far away. I told him when he produced sperm it would be milky white and thicker and would have a strong smell to it. I lifted my hand up to his nose so he could smell and was surprised when he licked some to taste it. He told me it was sweet. I assured him when he started producing sperm it would be much saltier to the taste. He lifted his soft cock and asked me how long would it stay soft. I told him I didn't know but chances were he would get hard pretty quickly. Taking a wet washcloth I washed my hand and his cock off before telling him to put the ole t-shirt on and he would take care of the floor. After putting out blankets and a pillow, Billy settled down on the sofa with the TV going while I went and took my own shower. Though I was excited from all the talk and fun that Billy had I managed to just stroke myself a few times and save the real fun to when I could fully enjoy it. Returning to the den I noticed that Billy was watching the program although I don't believe he was really watching it. He had one leg leaning up on the side of the sofa while one hand was slowly stroking his hard cock. I smiled and told him if he wasn't careful he would make it really sore. He stopped stroking himself and looked over at me. I only had my pajama bottoms on which is how I always went to bed. I saw him looking at me more intent than just noticing my attire. I felt my own cock begin to swell and hoped I could keep it hidden from his sight. He eased himself off of the sofa and came over to me and sat on my lap. I knew I should make him get back on the sofa but at the same time I wanted his plump little body against mine. He started rubbing his hands into my chest hair, which wasn't much but compared to the smooth skin of his body it probably seemed like a lot. Looking down I saw the head of his little hard cock and couldn't keep from playing with it. He moaned and pressed himself into my chest and I knew there was no controlling my own erection which was against his leg and getting harder very quickly. He looked down and moved his leg aside as he reached into the fly of my pajamas and wrapped his hand around my hard cock. When he pulled it through the fly he let out a little gasp when he noticed all the foreskin on it. I knew he was wondering why we were different so I explain how a lot of boys are cut right after birth and even pulled his cock up and showed him how the color of the skin on his cock was and where he had been cut. The entire time he had been looking at his cock his hand had been moving up and down on mine. He looked up in my face and asked if it was alright if he made me shoot sperm so he could see it. By that time I was too involved with all the pleasure to deny him anything he wanted to do. I told him he could but it would be easier if we went to my bed. By the time we got to my bed he had pulled the t-shirt off and was stroking his own hard cock. Climbing upon the bed he waited for me to remove my bottoms and gasped when he got a real full view of my cock, balls, and pubic hair. Crawling upon the bed I rolled onto my back and told him he was free to play with whatever he wanted. He took my hard cock and held it straight up as he peeled the foreskin down it. Moving in close he looked real close to the mushroom head and I could hear him sniffing my male musk. He started stroking me with both hands as he watched the head appear and disappear inside the foreskin. I was enjoying the attention yet restraining myself the entire time. He was getting pretty tired so I suggested he move around and straddle me. Pulling him in close to me so that his cock was pointed straight out against my cock, I pulled my big balls up and placed them so that his cock was lying on top of them. I had him rock back and forth as he stroked me which had his hard cock rub across my scrotum and balls. He sighed as he started picking up speed. He was doing his best on my cock but I knew at the pace he was going it would take hours to get me off. During all the action he was very close to blowing. I reached up and took hold of his ass and pulled him up tighter on my cock and balls and noticed he was about to loose it. Taking one hand I began jerking my own cock as I watched him. It did the trick and I was only seconds away from blowing my load. Suddenly he let out a little scream as his hard cock shot several streams of clear liquid into the air as he became very limp and leaned forward. Just at that time I thrust up and growled as my own orgasm began. The first blast hit him right in the face and when he opened his eyes and mouth to see what was going on the second stream shot right into his mouth. He closed his mouth and swallowed more from a reaction than anything else. He lowered his head and took the head of my cock into his mouth as I shot several more streams into it. He started to pull away but I took his head and held him there telling him to suck it all out. He sucked and licked the head as my cock pulsed several more times releasing more cum into his eager mouth. I rolled him off of me and we both rested as we caught our breaths and our bodies recharged. He snuggled up against me and asked if he could sleep with me tonight. Though I knew I shouldn't let him I figured whatever happened couldn't be any worse than what had already happened if anyone found out. Pulling him up against my chest as I rolled onto my side I made sure his plump little ass was pressed against my soft cock and balls. He giggled and said my cock and balls felt really good and was hot on his ass. Wrapping my arm over him I rubbed his chest and stomach until I could hear his soft breathing as he fell asleep. Trying to go to sleep myself all I could do was enjoy the feeling of his ass as my cock began to grow and press into his tight ass cheeks. Getting excited again I slid my hand on down and wasn't surprised to find his thick little four inches was hard as well . I slowly rubbed up and down the shaft making sure I didn't do enough to wake him. Early the next morning I was awaken from a sexy dream and suddenly realized the dream wasn't totally a dream as Billy had moved down and was exploring the head of my cock with his mouth and tongue. I told him if he wasn't careful it might just flood his throat again. This only excited him more as he pushed more of the cock into his mouth until the head hit the back of his throat and he gagged. I had him turn around so that his feet were up past my head and when he took my cock into his mouth again I did the same to his. I heard him gasp then moan as his thick four inches easily entered my mouth and part of my throat. It took only seconds before his cock erupted and shot his sweet boy cum into my mouth. I sucked and licked his cock and balls while his body jerked against me. During his contractions he tried to take more of my cock into his throat and though he managed it he still choked and had to pull it out just as it erupted. He put his mouth back over the head and began sucking and swallowing as fast as he could. With both of us spent I told him we needed to get up, shower and get dressed before he had to go off to school. We showered together and he cleaned my cock more than he cleaned any part of his body. I squatted and cleaned his private parts and when I rubbed his tight little rosebud of an asshole he moaned out. I soaped up a finger and eased it inside finding very little resistance. He grunted when it went in but after a few strokes he pushed his ass back toward my hand. Pulling my finger free I patted his ass and simple told him some other time. We helped dry each other and this time he explored my asshole with his little finger. Finally dressed I fixed some cereal and had him ready before the church van pulled up. This time when he started to leave he didn't have to adjust himself and he waved back at me as he left. Before I closed the door Mrs. Adam pulled up in her garage and said she was sorry and wanted to know if Billy was still here. I told her he had just caught the van and that I had washed his clothes last night so he wasn't wearing dirty ones. She thanked me and told me the bad news about her husband. Apparently he had not made it back from the heart attack. I asked if she had any plans yet and she told me that for now they were going to stay where they were and leave Billy in school. She said she felt it was better to keep things as normal as possible so that she and Billy would get through it. She thanked me again for watching Billy as she went inside where she must have slept until Billy returned from school.