Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2004 05:46:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: fernandobuddy <fernandobuddy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Next Door - Part 2

The Neighbor is Seduced

"I want more! I want more! I want more!..." That was all I thought
about. The taste of my neighbor's cum was still in my mind. Not in my
mouth, because the day he had deposited his load on my face had happened
two weeks ago, but in my mind! I could still feel its consistency and
warmth as if it had just spurted on my face and gone down my throat. And I
wanted more, much more...

I saw him every day after that initial night, but he acted as if nothing
had happened. Of course he wanted to have my hands on his dick again, but
he played dumb with me. He kept his routine of talking to my father every
night and I kept my surveillance on him in an attempt to find the better
moment to act. I even stared at his crotch shamelessly and observed his
every move when he was near. From time to time he would rub his cock with
his hand or tug at his crotch, the way men do without even realizing it,
but I read differently. I saw him doing it just to tease me, to let me know
that he had what I wanted in the confines of his pants.

What could I do? I was restless and yearned to lay my hands on his tool
again, but how? In a given moment my dad went to the bathroom and I
approached him. He would not allow me to touch him with my parents so
close, but he pinched my butt lightly when I passed by him. That only
confirmed what I wanted to know: he was interested too!

He got up to go home and asked from the kitchen door if I wanted a piece of
cake his wife had baked just before he came over. I grabbed the opportunity
offered to me and promised my father I'd be right back. We crossed from our
backyard to his and headed for the glimmering light of his kitchen a little
ahead. I touched him on the arm and he stopped. We were in the dark and
relatively safe from being seen from both houses and there was really no
need to hurry home. Not just yet... there was some time for a little
groping and fondling. I could feel his eyes on me, waiting for my next
move. Placing my hands on his crotch, I squeezed lightly and asked him to
unzip his fly. He did and raised the hem of his shirt, holding it against
his chest.

I liked his body, the feel of it under my palms. I skimmed my hands over
his hips and abdomen, feeling the hair seeping thru my fingers, then lower,
and I felt his growing response to my touch. He sucked in a swift breath as
my hands found him and I held him. His cock was already hard and ready for
me. With a soft moan he thrust his hips into my hands. "Oh, God, kid, you
are driving me crazy, shit! I want very much to cum on your face again, but
we better leave it for another day, my wife is waiting for me and you are
supposed to be back home soon. But... this is so dam good..." he had put
his big hand over mine and was jerking it up and down on his large cock,
but he was tense due to the place and the time. "Come, let's have that cake
and then you go home". I let my hands drop reluctantly and he tucked his
cock away, forcing it back into his pants, and walked awkwardly in the
direction of the kitchen. The cake was delicious, but I was thinking about
the nectar inside the nuts my neighbor carried between his legs. And my
eyes were telling him just that.

That night I found no relief, even after jacking off twice. And my dreams
were all about him. In the morning I had made a decision: it would be that
day and there would be no escape for both of us. To make a long story
short, after school let out, I ended up going to his work where his brother
was about to leave with a car loaded with curtains. They had a business of
ready-made curtains and his brother worked hanging curtains for the
customers while he took care of the managerial department. His brother
waved at me and got in the car and my neighbor eyed me with a mix of
surprise and interrogation (I could also see a glint of interest as well)
and opened the door to the shop for me. The inside was cluttered with all
kinds of fabric, cushions, curtains and carpets. I also saw, thru a glass
wall, a number of people bent on tables, sketching and sewing. He took me
to an adjacent office, with part of its wall, the upper half, made of
glass, thru which he peeked at the people working, and sprawled on his
reclining chair, his burly body sinking comfortably. I stood in front of
him, a little shy, but determined to go on with my plan.

We talked a while and he wanted to know the reason I was there and I told
him straightforward that I wanted to be with him again like the other night
at his place. He wanted to know how badly I wanted it, and ran his hand
over his crotch. "Do you really know what you are doing, kid? This is
something serious! We can get ourselves in deep shit if we are caught." He
told me and I feared he would tell me to go home. I went around the desk
and stood beside him, nobody could see us from the other side and I reached
out and rubbed his crotch lightly with my finger. He stretched his neck up
and checked nervously the other room and told me to stop. I ignored him,
cause I knew he wanted it too, and reached inside his shirt and rubbed his
nipple with the tip of my fingers. He was reclined on his chair and I
noticed just the slightest start of swelling in his pants. That kept me
going. "I want to feel your cock again in my hands", I told him. "Let me
have it, please!" and I placed my hand over his bulge and pressed it down
on his growing nerve. He moaned and I took his hand and placed it on my
butt. He got my meaning and grabbed me by the ass, his fingers digging in
and then he began running his hands firmly over my ass mounds and then up
and down the insides of my thighs. At the same time I pushed my hand
further and grabbed his balls. Then I squeezed his cock while, with the
other, pinched his nipple. He grunted and got up abruptly, making me think
that someone had caught us. But he grabbed me by the arm and led me to a
door on the side. It opened into a corridor with two other doors. He opened
the first one and made me enter... we were in a small room where he kept
boxes and other stuff.

Without wasting time he pulled me into his arms and held me tight against
his body, his crotch digging into my crack, the bulge of his cock pressing
against my hole. "Oh, shit, this is crazy! You shouldn't be doing this to
me, boy. Holy shit, I just can't help it!" He let go of me and I turned
around. The bulge on his pants was obscenely inviting and I wanted it
desperately. "OK, boy, you want it? You take it!" He said and lowered the
zipper. Almost immediately his fly spread outward, allowing his underwear
to bulge up through the gap like a white mushroom. "That's better. It was
getting a little tight in there." He reached down and pulled his dick out
into the open. I watched, mesmerized, as his hard piece of meat emerged,
arching upward. The head of his cock was large and perched on a thick,
veiny pole. It was already leaking precum. I took his powerful cock in my
hand (his cock tilted and he sucked in a breath) and jerked it. "Yeah, boy,
make me cum on your face again like the other day. Jerk me until I cum! I'm
so in need of a handjob that I'm about to cum right now. Beat dad's meat,
yeah!" I beat it for him, my hand making a squishing sound as it slid up
and down his pole, and I felt dizzy. I wanted his cream on my face, but
there was something missing. He moaned out loud and tousled my hair. I took
his balls in the other hand and began massaging them. He moaned again and
thrust his hips onto my hand. I was so close to his cock that, without
thinking, I simply opened my mouth and took the tip of his head in. It was
slippery and salty and my tongue began to lap at it, rubbing the underside,
his most sensitive area.

I couldn't see it but I think he shot his eyes open and he was really
surprised by my conduct, cause he jerked backward, his cock slipping out of
my hand and mouth. "Jesus, kiddo, what are you doing?" His hard cock was
leaking. "Please, let me suck it, I want to suck it. You can cum in my
mouth!" I did not wait for his response and crouched before him again. This
time he simply let me do my job and service him. Following my instincts I
began to swallow him, the head disappearing in my overstretched lips. He
moaned and his hands pulled me toward him as his cock brushed the back of
my throat, blocking my windpipe. I could not take him whole in my mouth,
but that must have been heaven for him because he was groaning and grunting
while his hands caressed my head, keeping me sucking on his fucker. I slid
back down his staff until I reached the tip. Then I sank down again on his
pole, until I began to gag. Up to the top, swallow and back down. Each time
the trip was easier as my throat relaxed, my tongue became accustomed to
the beating of the vein on the underside of his prick and my nose got used
to the hair that scraped at its tip and sides. I sucked him eagerly,
hungrily awaiting his manmilk. In mid-stroke he tensed, his shaft grew even
thicker, enlarging as it filled with blood and sperm. "Fucking shit, I'm
gonna cum. Take it in your mouth you cocksucker!" His hands pushed me down
his cock and I felt it pulsing against the roof of my mouth as he began to
cum, spurts after spurts of hot, thick cum in the back of my throat.
Throughout his orgasm he moaned and grunted while his semen erupted from
his nuts into my mouth.

Back in his office he said that he felt like a perv doing those things with
me, but that he couldn't get me out of his mind. I told him that he was
constantly on my mind and that I fantasized a lot about him. He got curious
and wanted to know what my fantasies were and I said that I wanted to be
alone with him in a bed, just the two of us, so that I could lick him all
over and then... "And then...?" he asked. "Then I would like you to fuck
me!..." I lowered my eyes to the floor. "You what? You want me to fuck you
in the ass?" I nodded, my eyes still glued on the floor. He told me to look
at him and he bored his eyes on me, trying to read or understand what was
really going inside me. I told him that I wanted to feel his cock cumming
in my ass. "You've gotta be kidding", he told me. "Do you think you can
take my cock up your ass? You've seen it. Do you think you can take it? And
even if you did, I don't know if I want it. I come to think we have gone
too far already!" "Oh, no!" I cried out, "Please, it was good. I liked to
suck your cock, and you liked to have me sucking on it! You liked to cum in
my mouth, didn't you?". He said that he had enjoyed it and that was the
problem, he was getting in too deep with me that he was afraid he could not
even crawl out when the time came. "Look, kiddo, you better get going now
because my brother is about to come back and I don't want him to get
suspicious. We'll talk about this later, OK?" "You promise?" I asked
him. "I promise! At least I'll think about it, but you better go now cause
you have already given me a lot of things to think about. I must be crazy!"
He added. I was so happy that I ran to him and placed a kiss on his
lips. For the second time that day he was so surprised that he didn't react
when I inserted my tongue in his open mouth. I ran for the door and dashed
home. I had some serious business to do at home! My cock still throbbed...