Date: Wed, 27 May 1998 18:09:53 PDT From: mark - who else Subject: Neighbor Kid A young friend of mine suggested I submit this. I hope that you can use it. ------------------------- Neighbor Kid I try to be a helpful to everyone that I can. When my neighbors need help, I try to lend a hand. When they needed to use a computer and couldn't get to the library, I let them come over and use mine. Their car broke down and so I gave them a ride to the grocery store. I watch their house when they go camping on the weekend. I've even mowed their lawn on a couple of occasions. That's just the way I am. Most recently, one of the single moms had major plumbing problems and it was going to take about a week or more to tear out the walls to fix it. So, I let her and her son, Billy, use my garden hose, my dishwasher, and my bathroom, even giving them a key in case I wasn't there. One evening, his mom had to run errands. She left her 11 year old son, Billy, to mow the lawn and asked me to keep an eye on him. It was no problem and I agreed. I could hear the familiar hum as the mower cut the grass. After a while, I heard the engine quit and I went to the window. I saw Billy putting the mower away. It was a hot day, and he was just wearing some really short blue shorts and his tennis shoes. His back and chest were glistening with a coating of sweat. I had never even noticed how smooth his legs were. Sort of like my ex-wife's legs. "Now what made me think of that?" I wondered to myself. I went back to watching TV and, pretty soon, my show was interrupted by the slamming of the back door. "Sorry about that," I heard a familiar voice say. Then I saw a head peek around the corner. "I need to take a shower." "You know where the towels are, just leave a quarter," I joked and tuned back into my movie. "I guess I'll just have to owe you," he laughed and replied. Out of the corner of my ear, I could hear the water being turned on. After some time, I don't know how long, I heard the water being turned off (my plumbing was noisy). About that time, the commercials came on and I went to make me a sandwich. I thought that I'd offer Billy one and so I went to knock on the door. I was surprised to see the door about a quarter of the way open. I started to knock, but noticed some movement. I waited for him to come out. When he didn't, I looked in. There, bent over looking through my bathroom cabinets, was Billy. "He knows the towels aren't down there," I thought to myself, a little annoyed. Then reality finally hit me. BILLY WASN'T WEARING ANYTHING! He was bending (or squatting, depending on how you define it) by the cabinet with his back to the door. This position caused his butt cheeks to separate. I could see his boyish balls, pink and hairless hanging between his legs -- shaking from side to side as he shifted position. I could also get a clear view of his pink, hairless little butt hole. As he went about his search, I noticed how the hole seemed to open and close on its own. "I didn't know they did that!" I thought to myself. It was then I realized that I was getting a hard on. I decided that I should leave in case he came out. As I started to move away, I saw Billy grab what he had been searching for. In his left hand, he had one of the adult magazines that I keep for myself there in the bathroom. How had he known where I kept them? He must have been looking through my stuff before on some of his other trips to my bathroom. I went back to the kitchen to make my sandwich and got back to my movie. Let him make his own sandwich. I had finished my sandwich, but still no Billy. When the commercials came on, I decided to go check on him. The door was still open. Through the door, I could see Billy sitting naked on the toilet -- one hand on my magazine and the other on his now hard dick, pumping it up and down. It was about 3 inches long I guessed, sort of a dark pink, although the head was dark purple from his "workout", and with a very small patch of dark hair just above the base. His balls bounced as his hand kept up its up and down motion. Finally, he closed his eyes and jerked faster. Could he cum at that age? He stopped moving as I watched. Nothing came out -- but I could tell that Billy was having an orgasm. His legs went stiff, he pointed his toes, and started jerking his hips. After he finished, he started putting things away and, after one more peek at his butt as he bent over, I quickly returned to my movie. I heard him say goodbye just before the back door slammed. I decided to get even with him. No matter how many showers he took during the day, Billy always took one on Saturday night. I went to the store and got a bunch of gay magazines. I took out all of the other magazines and put in the gay ones. I put a string over the drawer to see if he opened it. Fate has a way of setting things up. Billy's mom had a house full of company and Billy needed a place to sleep. As usual, I said that it would be no problem. Some time later, Billy came over. When he went to take his shower, I thought I heard him lock the door this time. After the water went off, I walked over to the door. I could hear him opening and closing the drawer and heard the sound of the magazines being leafed through. I laughed to myself and went back to the living room. After some time, Billy still had not come out, so I went to check on him. When I touched the door, it came open a crack. Had he unlocked it or was I just imagining things? Anyway, there sat Billy, naked, magazine open and going to town on his dick. So, this kid likes it both ways. I left before he finished. No use courting trouble. That night, we watched TV and played board games. He wasn't a great player, so I let him win sometimes. When he got ready for bed, he asked me to rub his back. I agreed and he lay down on the couch in just his shorts. I absent-mindedly rubbed his back as we watched a little more TV. He asked if I would rub his legs. "Okay," I agreed. After a bit, I looked over to see if he was asleep. He wasn't. In fact, his shorts had tented up in front. I didn't say anything and turned back to the TV. During the commercials, I looked over to talk to him. He surprised me by saying, "You can rub it if you want." I pretended like I didn't know what he was talking about -- and not to give in to him. "That's okay," I said calmly. But when I looked over, he had pulled his shorts down and his beautiful boy dick was standing straight up. It was smooth except for a small amount of hair above it. I ignored him as best I could, but my body was reacting on its own. Soon I had my own tent. I continued to rub his legs, rubbing up and down his inner thighs to the bottom of his shorts. "Please?" he begged. I was scared, but curious, remembering my own young days. Finally, I made up my mind to go with the flow. I let my hand ease up over his shorts and touch his stomach. I slid my hand down until I grasped his young dick. His body shuddered as I softly touched and slowly stroked his young dick. I felt his balls -- smooth and hairless. He closed his eyes. His body was reacting to my touch. I felt his dick start to pump and his hips road up into my hand. I felt a couple of tiny drops of semen form on the head of his dick. So he did cum some. After he calmed down, he started talking, telling me about how much he enjoyed it and that he wanted to do it again. I said maybe another time, but that it was time for us both to be in bed (no, not both in my bed, though the thought crossed my mind). He went off to sleep and so did I. A while later, the scenario played it self out again. Billy came over one weekday afternoon. He asked if he could tell me something and it would stay between us. I told him that he could trust me. Apparently, Billy has been going skinny dipping at the beach and, some how, got his dick sucked by a stranger. He even said that he wrote a story about it, but didn't have it with him. Anyway, he said that it felt so good and asked if I would do that for him. I thought about it and said that we'd see. Apparently, that was enough for him, because the next thing I knew, there was a Billy, laying naked next to me, his dick hard and firm against his stomach. I laughed to myself -- kids. I rubbed his dick some and then bent over and put my mouth over his boy dick. It was kind of small, but I remember trying this stuff when I was a kid. I had learned a few tricks from some of my girlfriends, too. I pumped my mouth up and down on his dick while my tongue flicked the shaft and tip. I even managed to get his boy balls in my mouth at the same time. He was really getting into it. His eyes were closed tight and his toes were pointed straight down. I knew that he was close, so I quickened my pace. Pretty soon, his body started shaking and finally he thrust his hips up in my face. I licked him until he got soft, cleaned him with a rag and sent him home. On Friday afternoon, Billy came over to use my shower. I asked why and he made up some excuse that their shower was tied up and he wanted to take one before they went on one of their regular camping trips. I said okay and went back to my room to put some clothes away. As usual, he got into the magazines. I know this, not because I listened, but because when he came out from the bathroom to my bedroom, wrapped in a towel, and carrying one of the magazines folded open. "I've been reading your magazines," he confessed. "You have?" I asked pretending to be upset. "I don't know what to say." "Can I ask you something?" "You just did," I kidded. He sort of smiled and went on, holding a picture up for me to see. "Do guys really do that stuff?" It was a picture of a guy shoving a hard cock into another guy kneeling on top of a bed. When I said that they did, he went on, "Have you?" "Yes, when I was younger." I about fell down when he asked, "Would you do it to me?" "I don't know," I stuttered, "you're pretty young for this stuff." Before I could say another word, he had dropped his towel and was kneeling on my bed, his face in the covers and his ass up in the air. He had his legs slightly spread. I could see his balls and dick hanging underneath. His butt hole, pink and shiny from being freshly cleaned, stared up at me. It winked a little as he shifted his position. "I'm not too sure about this," I stammered. "I don't think we should." Then, in true kid fashion, he played his ace, "If you don't I'll tell what you did when I was here before -- and even add some stuff." I was trapped. Oh, well, if I had to, I had to. I touched his hole (and he shuddered). It was tight and dry. "Okay, but wait a minute while I get you ready." I went and got some baby oil. I poured some on my fingers and slowly began rubbing it between his butt cheeks. Pretty soon, I started teasing his butt hole with each pass. I could tell that he was enjoying it because he was pushing against my finger and his body was shaking, plus his dick was hard as a rock and I started stroking it for him. Finally, I put a finger against his hole and pushed. He was tight at first and I had to force it in. "Push back against my finger like you're going to the bathroom." He did and my finger eased in. His hole was hot, tight and gripped my finger like a fist. I wiggled my finger around and I could see by his face that he was getting into it. I started pushing and pulling my finger in and out, slowly and then faster. "You know you could use a candle or something to do this." "I have," was his surprising response. He said that he had written about that too. What a bullshit artist I thought to myself. Well, if he wanted me to take care of him, I was going to do it. My cock had already tented my shorts. I dropped my shorts and applied oil to my hard cock. I slid it between his cheeks and slid it up and down to tease him. Finally, I put my cock head against his hole. I was just getting ready to push when I heard his mom call for him. "Oh, shit," I thought. I hadn't locked the door. We both jumped up, wiped off on his towel and got dressed. We got to the living room just as his mom got there. "Hurry up!" she demanded, "We've got to get to the camp ground before they close the gate." With that, they headed for the car. He looked back and said with a grin, "We'll finish that game when I get back -- if I don't get a better offer." I smiled and shook my head. Only time will tell. And I watched as they drove off to their weekend getaway. *********