Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2008 18:09:12 EDT
From: ActFrPaGr@aol.com
Subject: Darrell From Next Door

Darrell From Next Door
(Continued from The Boys Next  Door."

M/b

As the garage door slowly descended I had asked Darrell  if he would like to
squeeze my peter.  He had grinned and nodded his head,  "yes."

You may recall from my story, The Boys Next Door, that Darrell is  a 12 year
old red headed boy that wanted to help me put a new stereo in my  truck.  As
he reached for the screwdriver in my lap I had moved my hips so  that his hand
gripped my hard cock, which he wound up squeezing.  He had  mentioned that he
caught his father "squeezing his peter" and had been scolded  and sent out of
the room.  I had told Darrell that I squeezed my peter all  the time, and he
seemed very interested.

The garage door whispered  closed.  It was bright daylight outdoors, and I
had several garage windows,  so there would still be plenty of light for what I
had in mind.

"Go ahead  and squeeze my peter."  I told Darrell.

"You don't  mind?"

"No, I don't mind at all.  In fact, I would like it very  much."

Darrell slowly reached out his right hand and placed it lightly  over the
bulge in my cut-offs.  He looked up at me and grinned.  I  smiled back at him and
nodded my head to let him know that it was alright.   He slowly closed his
fingers around my cock and gave a good squeeze.  When  my cock twitched at his
touch Darrell quickly pulled his hand back.  "Did I  hurt you?"

"No, my cock was just showing you how good that  felt."

"I told my Dad that a friend of mine at school called his peter a  cock once.
 He told me that I was to young to use that word, and to keep  calling it a
peter."

"Was that before or after you caught your dad  squeezing his cock?"

"It was after.  I went to ask him why he was  looking at picture of me and my
little sister on the computer and squeezing his  cock."

"Hmmm," I thought to myself.  "Looking at pictures of his  kids and jacking
off.  Might be something I can capitalize  on."

"Well, Darrell, you can call your peter a cock, or any other name  that you
want while you are here at my place."

Darrell grinned and said,  "Can I squeeze your...cock...again?  It felt neat."

"Why don't you  unbutton my cut-offs and pull down the zipper.  That way you
can squeeze my  cock without my clothes being in the way."

"Really?  You'd let me do  that??"

"Of course you can do that.  You can do anything you want to  my cock, except
bite it off."  I chuckled.

Darrell laughed and  unbuttoned my fly and slowly pulled down the zipper.
The vibration of the  zipper along my cock as well as the boys hands rubbing me
made my cock get even  harder.

My cock was stuck inside of my cut-offs so Darrell could only see  the side
of it and my pubic hair above it. I lifted my hips and instructed  Darrell to
pull my shorts down and off, which he did.  My cock rushed to  it's full
hardness pointing at Darrell's face.

"You have a lot of hair  down there."  said Darrell, looking closely at my
cock.

"Do you have  any hair around your cock?"  I asked.

"Yes...a few...I counted  eleven last night when I took a bath."

I thought to myself, "Enough to  mean that his balls are churning out
hormones and sperms.  I'll bet his cum  is as sweet as honey."

"Go ahead and squeeze my cock." I instructed  Darrell.

"It's sooo big!" he exclaimed.

"Oh,"  I said, "only  about seven inches long."

"Mine is only four and one-half inches  long."

"Hard or soft?"  I asked.

Darrell blushed and said,  "Hard." He reached out and took hold of my hard
cock and started  squeezing.  "Hold your hand tight around my cock and move it
up and  down."

His hand squeezed my cock harder, and he started jacking me  off.

"Do you know what will happen if you keep doing that to my  cock?"  I asked.

"What will happen?"

"I will  cum."

"What is cum?"  Darrell asked, his hand still moving up and  down on my cock.

"That is when a man ejaculates."

"A man  what?"

"When the sperm from his balls, and other stuff from his prostate  shoots out
of the end of his cock."

"Sperm?"

"The stuff that when  squirted into a woman makes babies."


"Oh, do you  eu...eje..."

"Just say cum."

"Do you...cum?"

"Just keep  rubbing my cock up and down and you will see for yourself."

With that,  Darrell began jacking my cock even harder and faster.  When a
twelve year  old boy is jacking your cock, it doesn't take long for your balls to
 react.  "I'm getting close to cumming."  I told Darrell.

"What  do I do?"  he asked.

"Use your other hand to play with my balls and  keep jacking my cock with the
other hand.  Oh, and when I start to cum,  don't stop."

As the twelve year old boy jacked my cock and played with my  balls, I could
feel myself starting to cum.

"It won't be long now."   I said.

Darrell leaned over my cock to get a better look, his face only  inches above
it.  Immediately I felt my cum rushing up my cock and leaned  up so that I
could watch as I shot my cum.  When Darrell felt my cock start  to throb his jaw
dropped open.  My cum shot out of my cock hitting Darrell  in the face.
Since his mouth was open a squirt of cum went right into his  mouth.  Darrell
instinctively closed his mouth and swallowed.

"Keep  pumping my cock, Darrell.  That feels really great!"

When my cock  stopped throbbing and the cum only oozed out, Darrell looked up
at me, grinning,  and cum dripping off his face.  "Wow, that was neat.  Your
cum shot  all over my face, and some even went into my mouth."  Darrell's
forehead  wrinkled and he asked in a worried tone, "It won't hurt me or make me
sick, will  it?"

"No," I answered.  "I eat cum all the time.  Did you like  it?"

"Well, it tasted kind of funny, but it was alright, I  guess."

"I guess it is an acquired taste."  I said.

"What  does acquired mean?"  Darrell asked.

"It means that the more you eat  something the more you like it."

My cum was all over my stomach, and  cock.  Darrell still had a hold on my
softening cock, and there was cum all  over his hand and arm.  I reached up and
gently took hold of his hand,  sliding it off of my flaccid cock.  I pulled
his hand up to my mouth and  started sucking my cum off of his fingers.  I
sucked my cum off of all of  his fingers, leaving his thumb coated with cum.  I
then pushed his hand up  to his face.  "Suck your thumb, like if you were a baby."

Darrell  looked at his cum covered thumb and slowly opened his mouth.  I
moved his  hand so that his cum covered thumb went into his mouth.  "Suck it." I
whispered.

Darrell closed his mouth around his thumb and began  sucking.  At first he
had this worried look on his face, but as he sucked  my cum off of his thumb,
his eyes opened wider and he looked  pleased.

Taking his thumb out of his mouth he said, "I got  acquired...your cum tastes
delicious!  Can I have more?"

"There is a  lot of cum on my stomach, if you want to lick it off."

Darrell quickly  lowered his face to my stomach and sucked and licked all my
cum off.  Then  he licked the cum out of my pubic hair, and started licking my
 cock.

"Suck my cock, and you'll get some more."

Darrell engulfed  my soft cock into his mouth and began sucking like he had
previously sucked on  his thumb.  Even though I had just cum, my cock started
to fluff up  again...who's wouldn't, with a twelve year old boy sucking him?
Looking  down I saw that Darrell had his eyes closed as he contentedly sucked
on my  hardening cock.

I knew that I couldn't cum again for awhile, and I really  wanted to taste
some twelve year old cum.  "I can't get hard enough to cum  again for a little
while, Darrell."  He pulled his mouth off my cock and  looked up at me, my cum
drying on his face.

"Anyway, now it's my turn." I  stated.  "Take off you pants and climb up here
and sit on my  chest."

Darrell quickly removed his pants and underwear and climbed up to  where I
had told him.  His little cock was only inches from my mouth, and  rock hard.  I
reached up and massaged his cock and hairless balls.   Darrell moaned and
said how good that felt.  Looking at his genitals, I  could see a few little red
hairs just above his four and one-half inch  cock.

I reached up and put my hands on his baby smooth bare buttocks, and  pulled
him forward.  Opening my mouth I pulled him again until that  delicious twelve
year old hard-on entered my mouth.  I opened my mouth a  little more and also
took in his balls.  Closing my mouth around Darrell's  cock and balls, I began
to gently suck, and slowly swirl my tongue around his  genitals.  Darrell
moaned repeatedly as I sucked on  him.

"I...I...something is happening."  Darrell said.  "It's  like I'm going to
pee, but it's not."

Sliding my mouth off of Darrell's  genitals I told him that he is getting
ready to cum.

"Cum?  I can  cum...just like you?"

"Yes," I said.  "I'm sure you are old enough  since you have some pubic hair."

"Wow."  Darrell said.  "WOW!"  he exclaimed as I put my lips around his cock
and started sucking hard, moving  my mouth up and down his smooth cock.

"WOW...oh,  WOW...oh...oh...OH...OH.OH.OH, YIPE!"

As Darrell "yiped" his cock began  shooting cum into my mouth.  His cock
jerked three times, then started to  soften.  I could feel Darrell's twelve year
old cum coating my  tongue.  And, I was right...sweet as honey. I sucked his
cock a little  more, then swallowed his load.

Darrell started to slump down and I slid  him back so that he could lean
forward and rest his head on my chest.  I  could smell his hair...a clean boy
smell.  His soft cock resting on mine.  Darrell's breathing slowed, and he quickly
fell asleep.  I wrapped my arms  around this young boy and listened to him
breath.  As he slept on my chest  I slid my hands down to his baby soft butt and
lightly squeezed his butt  cheeks.  I was just pulling open his butt cheeks
to find his ass  hole.

"DARRELL."  Someone, a woman, was calling him.  I gently  shook Darrrell and
he slowly rose up and opened his  eyes.

"DARRELL!"  Again, a woman called...probably his  mother.

"Oh," Darrell said.  "That's my Mom.  She's probably looking for me.
Darrell slid down off of me and quickly pulled on his pants, keeping his
underwear in his hand.  As I pushed the open button on the garage door
opener Darrell wiped my cum off his face with his underwear, looked at it,
then dropped it on the garage floor.

Darrell headed for the  garage door, but stopped.  He slowly turned towards
me and asked, "Can we  do that again sometime?"

"Yes," I answered.  "But you know that you  can't tell ANYBODY about what we
did.

"Of course I know, I ain't just  some dumb kid."  Darrell said with a big
grin on his face.

"No, you  are a very delicious tasting kid."  I said smiling.

"And you are a  delicious tasting man." he replied.

Darrell rushed back to me and planted  a kiss on my cock.  "I love you cock."
 he said to my cock, looking up  to me and grinning.  He then  turned and ran
out of my garage.  I  pushed the garage door control to close, and laid back,
reliving the memory of  having a twelve year old boy's mouth on my cock, and
his cock shooting honey-cum  into mine.

After running the events that had just happened through my  mind several
times, I stood and pulled on my cut-offs.  Getting back into  my truck, I
completed replacing the radio with the new stereo.

Going back  into my house I removed the tape of Chuck and his boy from the
VCR.  "Some  day there won't be any VCR's."  I thought to myself. "Guess I'll
have to  learn about how to copy this, and my other porn tapes, onto a CD."
Putting  the video tape away, I removed my cut-offs and headed to the  shower.


CHAPTER TWO


The evening went very well.  I  put some chicken on the grill when my wife
got home, and she made some fried  potatoes to go with the chicken.

At about nine o'clock our  doorbell rang.  "I'll get it."  I told my wife and
went to the  door.  Upon opening the door I was face to face with a very
handsome, tall,  red headed man.  His face looked familiar and I was trying to
place where I  had seen him before.

"I'm sorry tah bother you," he said with a slight  Scottish brogue, "but mah
son has been pesterin' me most of tah day to ask you  if he can swim in your
pool."

Now I recognized him...he looked amazingly  like a grown up Darrell.  I
reached out to shake his hand.  As his  hand wrapped around mine, I felt a chill
run up...then down...my  spine.

"Oh, bye tah way, mah name is William, William MacBrien, and we  just moved
intah next door."  I loved his accent.

I stood there in  the doorway holding this beautiful man's hand for several
seconds before I  realized it.  "Oh, oh, um, hello.  I'm Bill."  I answered,
shaking his hand.  My wife came up next to me and I introduced her to  William.
 He then let go of my hand (I hadn't realized that I was still  holding on to
him) and extended his hand to my wife.

"Most people  call me Red."  William told Mary.

"Welcome to the  neighborhood."  My wife said, shaking his hand.  "I was just
going to  ask my husband about asking the new neighbors over for a
bar-b-que."  She  turned to me and said, "What about it Honey?"

"I think that is an  excellent idea."  I proclaimed...maybe a little to
enthusiastically.

Mary looked at me with a smirk on her face.  Oh,  did I tell you that she
knows that I'm bisexual?  I had told her before I  proposed to her, and she has
no problem with it.  She is aware that I  occasionally go out and have sex with
other men, and encourages me to do  so.

"How about tomorrow, Red?" I asked William."  Bring your  swimming suits and
we can play around in the pool while the steaks are  grilling."

"Well, I'll ask mah wife, Martha."  William said.   "But, I'm sure she'll say
yes.  She has already told me that there'll be no  cookin' until she got the
kitchen all put tah-gether."  A big, familiar  looking, grin spread over his
face.  Darrell was definitely this man's  son!

"Good, then."  I said.  "Come over at about 10:00 o'clock  if you can."

"Ten is fine with us." Red stated.  "It'll give me time  to go buy a swimmin'
suit...in Scotland we rarely wear  them."

"OH...MY...GOD!" I thought. My mouth went dry.  "A big  beautiful red headed
Scotsman naked in my pool."  I almost blurted out that  he could swim naked,
but luckily I stopped myself in time.

We shook hands  again and he left.  I closed the door and turned to see my
wife grinning at  me.  "What?"  I said.

"Good looking man, isn't he?"

I gave a big sigh and agreed.  "Wow" was all that I could get out.  Mary
laughed and went back to watching TV.  I excused myself to the bathroom
where I immediately jacked off to a grand cum.

Returning to the living  room I sat down to watch some TV.

"Feel better?"  Mary asked,  laughing.  She knows me too well.

"A little."  I answered with  a sigh.

Before going to bed that night I took steaks and hot dogs out of the
freezer.  I knew that the adults would want steak, but Darrell would
probably prefer hot dogs.  I also took some frozen hot dog buns out and
brought everything into the house and put them in the refrigerator in the
kitchen.

After "doing my thing" in the bathroom I stripped and went to bed.  What
wonderful dreams I had, of not only Darrell, but of Darrell's dad
William...or Red.  In one of my dreams Red had come over for the bar-b-que
wearing a kilt.  I "accidentally" bumped into him knocking him down.  It
was true, they don't wear anything under their kilts...at least in my
dreams.

CHAPTER THREE

I awoke with a start, the sun shining through the window onto my face.
Knowing it was Sunday, I started to pull the pillow over my head and go
back to sleep.  "BAR-B-QUE!" hit my mind.  Darrell and Red would be over at
ten.

"What time is it." I said aloud.  Mary's side of the bed was empty, and I
looked over at the alarm clock.  "Whew.  It's only eight AM."  I got out of
bed and walked naked into the bathroom for a shower.  Wanted to be nice and
clean for my guests.  You never know, I might be able to get Darrell alone
somewhere.

Going to my dresser I opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a green
Speedo.  I usually swim naked when it's just Mary and me, and usually wear
a boxer type swim suit when we have company.  But, today I wanted to show
off my basket.  Not only to Darrell, but also to Red.  "Hey."  I thought.
"You never know, I might be able to get Red alone somewhere...nah, he's
probably straight."  I slipped on my Speedo and headed into the kitchen.
Mary was at the table drinking coffee.  She looked up at me, and whistled.
"Cut it out."  I said.

"You're really going to make an impression in THAT."  she said.  "One look
at your package and Red will turn gay."

"One can only wish."  I responded.  But actually, I was thinking more about
Darrell, seeing my "package."  And, didn't Darrell say he has a sister?  A
little sister!

To be continued.