Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2018 18:45:53 -0700
From: vereinington@secmail.pro
Subject: The Boys of Columbia Heights Mobile Manor - Part II

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THE BOYS OF COLUMBIA HEIGHTS MOBILE MANOR Part II

I'd just blown 14-year-old Harry, a dark-haired white kid with braces and
a five inch cock. He came in my mouth, then ate some mac and cheese and
left my trailer. It was the first dick I'd sucked since I was 19. I
wondered how I had gone 26 years without experiencing that feeling and
kicked myself for my decades of "boy celibacy." The years of fantasizing
that my ex-wife's pussy was a 13 year old boy's ass were behind me and I
was ready to embrace my new life of making it a reality.

At the same time I was a bit worried. What would it be like the next time
I saw Harry? Would it be awkward? Would he tell someone what I had done to
him? Would the cops be busting down my door for diddling with a kid?

I needn't have worried. On Saturday morning about 11:00 there was a knock
on my door. It was Harry, in burgundy basketball shorts and a green
t-shirt that said "Ireland."

"Can I use your computer?".

I welcomed him in.

"You still got some of that weed left over?" Harry asked.

We smoked a bit, then Harry said "I'm gonna get on the computer." He got
up and walked into my home office. I stayed on the couch, knowing he'd be
calling for me.

"Hey, Jackson! What's your password?" Harry called.

I went into the office and typed in the access to the porn he'd been
thinking about for the last two days. I felt a little weird standing over
Harry while he looked for porn and I wasn't sure if our experience on
Thursday was a one-off, so I went back into the living room.

A few minutes later, I heard Harry call from the office. "Hey Jackson, I
can't find that video we looked at the other day."

I returned to the office. Harry was sitting in the work chair facing the
two large monitors. He was completely naked, his clothes in a puddle on
the floor next to him. Harry's legs were spread wide and he leaned back in
the chair. His 5 inch cut erection pointed at his belly button.

Without saying anything, I knelt between Harry's lean tan legs and took is
cock in my left hand and his balls in my right. I began to work his cock
with my tongue, and decided I would try to push things along farther than
during our last encounter. My right hand started roving up his body,
rubbing his stomach and chest, then lightly pinching and rolling his small
brown nipples in between my thumb and forefinger. This caused Harry to
buck his hips and push deeper into my mouth.

"Ah... fuck," he whispered.

I considered exploring his asshole with my fingers but didn't want to
scare him away so early in our relationship, so I contained myself and
worked on the kid's cock, taking it to the hilt until his body spasmed and
he shot a load in my mouth.

Harry's stomach heaved in and out as he recovered from the powerful
orgasm. His head was thrown back and he looked at the ceiling. I stood up
and wiped my mouth on my sleeve.

"I'm not gay, Jackson," Harry said quietly.

"I didn't think you were. It's not gay to enjoy a blowjob," I said.

I knew Harry was having second thoughts in his post-orgasmic stupor, and I
wanted to reassure him.

"I'll be around to do it until you find a girlfriend who can give you
regular blowjobs," I continued.

Harry seemed satisfied with my reassurances. He dressed, then we went into
the living room and smoked more weed and watched some episodes of
"Adventure Time," giggling at the absurd humor in the cartoon.

Around 1:30 in the afternoon, there was a knock at my trailer door. Harry
looked momentarily panicked.

"Relax," I said. I squeezed his bare knee and got up from the couch to
answer the door.

Connie was standing there with a kid I didn't know.

"Hey Jackson, I just came by to see if you're getting settled in here,"
Connie said, brushing his long blonde hair to one side. Of course I knew
it was an excuse to smoke weed with me.

"I sure am," I said. "I'm really beginning to like this place." It was the
truth.

I continued. "Do you guys want to come in and hang out? Harry's already
here."

Connie looked surprised. "Uh, yeah, man. That would be cool."

I stepped aside and motioned them into the living room.  Connie looked at
Harry on the couch.

"Hey, man," Harry said, with a slight nod.

I didn't know what Harry and Connie's friendship was like. Were they best
buds, so Harry coming to visit me without Connie would be seen as some
sort of betrayal? I was little worried, but soon realized that it wasn't a
big deal. Most guys' friendships are pretty superficial and not very deep
on an emotional level, so the concept that there would be "betrayal," or
feelings of mistrust didn't enter into play.

I told the two boys to sit down on the couch next to Harry and I sat on
the easy chair next to it.

"Want to smoke?" I asked. Both boys assented.

With my chair set at a 45 degree angle to the sofa, I was able to scope
out the three boys. Connie was wearing loose, worn jeans and an oversized
turquoise t-shirt that made his arms look long and skinny. His
collar-length blonde locks looked a little askew, like he'd just gotten
out of bed. In profile, his nose had a perky little upturn, and long, dark
lashes framed his eyes. I wouldn't say he had model looks, but his
features combined to make an attractive package. I handed Connie the joint
and a lighter.

The new kid who came with Connie sat on the far side of the couch and eyed
what Connie was doing with the joint. His hair was blonde, too, but not as
light as Connie's. He looked younger than Connie and Harry. The hair
falling over his forehead had the uniform smoothness of a kid who isn't
yet into full blown adolescence, after which a teen's hair tends to get
wavier and coarser. He was wearing a baseball shirt and tight jeans. They
weren't exactly skinny jeans - it just looked like he'd grown a bit since
the trousers were new. They revealed lean legs and a sizable bulge.

"Are you Connie's brother?" I asked.

"No, I'm just his neighbor." he answered. "We sometimes hang out. He told
me someone new moved in and that you were cool. I like your place. I wish
I had a TV that big. Do you get Netflix?"

This kid was a regular chatterbox. His creaky voice was breaking as he
talked.

"Yes, I have Netflix and Hulu," I answered. "What's your name?"

"Stuart," he answered.

"Stewie!" Harry and Connie yelled in unison.

"He wants us to call him Stuart now, but he's allays been Stewie," Harry
explained.

"I hate that name," Stuart complained. "Oh, Stewie, Stewie Griffin. Say
'Cool WHHHip' for us." I knew he was referring to the character on "Family
Guy," but I didn't get the Cool Whip reference.

"Well, I'll call you Stuart," I said, emphasizing "Stuart,"

"Stoooooowert," said Connie as he passed him the joint. Connie was stoned.

Stuart took a big hit then immediately expelled it and went into an
extended coughing fit. I brought him a glass of water.

"You OK, buddy?"

"Yeah, just took too big a hit," Stuart answered. "Lemme try again."

This time, he took a smaller draw and maintained.

"So, you live alone?" Stuart asked. "You got a wife or a girlfriend? Kids?"

I didn't mind his interrogation. I told him about my ex-wife and grown
daughter and that I was single now.

"My Grandma has a new boyfriend and I can hear them having sex. It's
gross! People that old shouldn't be having sex! Ugh!" he groused. We all
laughed.

"Do you think a person my age is too old for sex?" I asked.

"Well, no, you're still young enough, I guess," he answered.

"You guess!!?" I said with mock indignation.

"Well, no, but...  hey, you don't even got a girlfriend!" he emphasized.

He continued. "If I lived alone by myself, I'd be having girls over every
day and be having a ton of sex all the time."

"Hah! You couldn't find a girl to fuck you if you paid her a thousand
dollars!" Connie teased. "You'd be in your trailer all alone jerking it
24/7."

"As soon as the ladies saw my dick they'd be all over me!" Stuart squawked.

For some reason that shut Connie up.  I was curious and tried to push the
conversation.

"Why do you think that?" I asked Stuart.

"Cuz my dick's so big," he said, like it was an accepted fact.

I could see that Harry was nodding in agreement.

"Wow," I said. "How big is it?"

"It's pretty big," Harry answered for Stuart.

"Well, this I gotta see," I said, trying to sound playful. "A huge dick on
a... how old are you, Stuart?"

"I'm 13," he said.

"I'm serious - I've never seen a 13-year-old with a giant cock.  I wanna
see it."

"Uh, I don't know if it's giant..." Stuart dissembled.

"Just show him!" Connie commanded. It sounded like he wanted things to
move on.

Stuart leaned back on the couch. He undid the button on his jeans, pulled
down his zipper and fished out his semi-erect penis. It was thick and
long. He was uncut, but his entire cock head was sticking out beyond his
foreskin. The fact that Stuart wasn't a large kid made the cock seem even
bigger.

"Wow," I said with admiration. "Get it hard. I want to measure it."

"It's seven inches," Harry interjected.

I wondered how Harry knew so much about Stuart's cock. Still, I needed a
reason to touch it.

"I want to verify that for myself."

Stuart pulled his balls beyond the band of his underwear and started to
rub his penis, which steadily increased in size. His large round ballsack
was taut and hairless, but I could see a dusting of hair above his cock.

I went into a kitchen drawer and returned with clear plastic ruler. I
scooted Connie over and sat next to Stuart. With all four of us on the
couch it was a tight squeeze. Our knees pressed against one another.

Stuart reached for the ruler but I pushed his hand away. His fully erect
cock pointed toward his stomach with a slight upward bend. I couldn't see
his foreskin anymore - his cock had extended to a length that stretched
the skin on his shaft smooth. I reached over to him with my left hand and
pushed his cock downward. Stuart gasped slightly. With my right hand I put
the ruler along the top of his hard dick and held it in place, the end
against the small light hairs of his groin. I took my left hand and hooked
my thumb around the ruler, using the end of Stuart's cock as a guide. I
felt a moist spot of precum against my fingers.

"Seven... and a quarter inches," I announced.

Stuart started gently pushing his cock head against my left hand, reacting
to the feel of warm flesh on his most private place. I removed the ruler
and took hold of the end of his penis. The skin of his shaft was
surprisingly pliable - I was able to manipulate his foreskin back and
forth, almost completely covering his moist cock head then retracting it.
Harry and Connie watched intently.

"I've never touched a cut cock," I said.

I continued stroking. After less than 30 seconds he spurted a few jets of
clearish boycum onto my carpet without warning.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly.

"Don't worry about it," I told him. I wasn't sure if he was apologizing
for cumming so unexpectedly or for shooting on my carpet.

The boys hung around for the rest of the afternoon. I grilled burgers in
my small backyard and we played with one of my drones out in the street.
When I let Stuart take control he crashed it and broke two blades. He was
mortified but I told him it was no big deal; they were cheap and
replaceable.  The boys left after dark.

That evening I lay in bed and thought about the week. In the last three
days I'd sucked a 14-year-old boy's cock twice and given a 13-year-old kid
a hand job. I thought back on the feel and taste of Harry's cock and
imagined doing the same to Stuart. I'd never had a cock that big in my
mouth. I closed my eyes and jerked off, exploding all over my naked chest.

END OF PART TWO.