Date: Sat, 21 Mar 2020 02:10:51 +0000
From: butters2020 <butters2020@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Drone Gay Adult-Youth

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       The Drone
       By Butters2020

       Fourteen-year-old Luke Green had never bothered lowering the blinds.
Only woods were behind the house.  He didn't have to worry about neighbors
seeing him.  He did his homework, watched TV, and changed clothes all
without giving the window a second thought.
       Of course, that's not all Luke did in the sanctuary of his room.
When he came in from shooting hoops with the guys after supper, he
invariably took a brief shower to rinse off the sweat.  When he came into
his room wearing just a towel, he spent a few minutes preening in front of
the dresser mirror.  He checked for zits, but never found any.  He was
blessed with flawless skin.  He flexed his burgeoning muscles in front of
the mirror.  No one would confuse him with a gym rat but he he was in
pretty good shape.  He raised each arm, checking the progress of the hair
growth there.  Not bad.
       Then he took off the towel and checked out his limp, uncut penis.
Luke never masturbated in the shower.  It seemed a shame to waste the
sperm, letting it wash down the drain unappreciated.  But each night after
his shower he finished his inspection in front of the mirror and went to
his queen-sized bed.
       He opened his laptop and went to his favorite porn sites.  What did
people wank to before the internet?  In no time his dick was fully hard.
It doesn't take much when you're fourteen.  He tugged at his foreskin,
enjoying the feeling it gave the head of his dick when he pulled it taut.
His penis throbbed with every tug of his skin.  He held off as long as he
could but finally gave in and grabbed his dick properly and started
stroking.
       He pulled the skin down toward his balls, exposing the bullet shaped
head.  Not for the first time he wondered what it would feel like to have
his dick licked and sucked rather than just stroked.  As he'd done every
night for weeks, he curled his spine into a C, sticking out his tongue and
reaching in vain for his dick.
       Instead he lay back down but swung his legs up over his shoulders.
He grabbed them behind the knees and pulled.  His dick was so close to his
extended tongue, but he still couldn't reach. Oh well.
       Not tonight.  Maybe tomorrow.
       He released his legs but kept them over his head.  He placed his
feet against the wall behind him until his cock was over his face, pointing
at his mouth.  He balls tightened in anticipation.  He turned his head to
the side, watching the porn on the laptop next to him and kept jacking his
dick.
       When the familiar feeling started, he ignored the video and looked
up at his dick and opened his mouth. He pumped his dick faster and with a
grunt his cock spit out several ropes of cum.  The first one missed and
landed on his chin but the rest went in his mouth, coating his outstretched
tongue.
       He greedily swallowed his jizz even as he pumped out a final string
of the viscous fluid.  He licked the errant cum off his chin, then wiped
the rest of it off his dick with his fingers before sucking them clean.
       Luke never had to worry about crusty socks or t-shirts.
       When he'd caught his breath and his cock returned to its normal
state, he gave his balls a final pat and got dressed.  Then it was either
homework time, or he'd go downstairs to grab a snack or watch TV with the
family.
       But tonight, he wiped fresh sweat off his brow.  Damn, it's hot in
here, he thought.  Winter was over but his mother refused to let him adjust
the thermostat until April 1st, no matter how hot it was.
       He was on his way to the dresser to put on some underwear when he
made a sudden detour to the window and opened it, hoping for a breeze.
       If he hadn't opened the window, he never would have discovered the
Peeping Drone.  He had no idea how many nights it had hovered outside his
window, transmitting whatever he was doing to the unknown remote-control
pilot.  He'd never heard heard it with the window closed.  With the lights
on inside and the darkness outside, the glass acted like a mirror inside
his second-floor bedroom.  From outside though, the drone's camera could
easily see in.
       He watched it flying away and wondered how many shows he'd put on
for the unknown pilot and for how many nights?  Did the peeper just watch
him live, or were there recordings of him?  Part of him was nervous,
worried about videos of him eating his cum showing up online, or just being
watched over and over.  Another part of him thought it was wicked hot.  His
dick stirred at the thought.
       He couldn't see where the drone went.
       The next night he left the window closed, hoping to lure the drone
back, but kept the window cracked so that he could hear it if it returned.
Being discovered must have scared the owner of the drone though as there
was no sign of it the next night.
       Or the next three nights.
       But the fifth night while when he came in from his shower, he heard
a humming noise through the crack in the window.  Beneath the towel his
cock filled with blood.  Luke couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten
this hard, this fast. It was difficult, but he didn't even glance toward
the window, instead facing the dresser mirror and letting the towel fall to
the floor.  His hard cock bobbed in front of him.
       He stuck to his routine as much as he could, not wanting to arouse
any suspicions in the drone pilot, though he did want to arouse something
else in the unknown voyeur.  As he did every night, he raised his arms,
checking for new hair growth in his armpits; he flexed his muscles.  The
only thing different tonight was the throbbing erection sticking up at a
45-degree angle from his crotch.
       He left the mirror and went to his bed.  He opened his laptop and
opened a video link but this time he didn't hit PLAY.  He hit RECORD, and
the transmission from the two wireless, battery operated, security cameras
he'd placed in the tree outside his bedroom window were being preserved on
his hard drive.  The screen didn't face the window.  The drone operator
would assume Luke was watching porn as usual.  One of the security cameras
was aimed too high and showed only the top of his window.  When he switched
camera views, he had a perfect view of the cheaply made plastic drone
hovering outside his window.  He felt both violated and excited.
       Excitement won.
       He knew he wouldn't last long tonight.  He went immediately into
"cum position", laying on his back, legs lifted, feet toes against the wall
behind him.  He grabbed the back of his knees and pulled.  He was harder
than he'd ever been.  Was he longer than he'd ever been?  He was so hard
the foreskin was already partially retracted.  There's be no tugging it
tonight.  He stuck out his tongue and strained and finally the tip of his
tongue met the tip of his dick.  There wasn't enough contact to lick it, or
even taste it, but he'd finally done it.
       He was afraid he'd spontaneously climax.  He let go of his legs and
pumped his dick and almost immediately felt his ball contract.  A second
later he was gulping down his cum.  He lowered his legs and continued to
play with his softening dick.  A glance at the laptop showed him the drone
was still outside.
       Luke was feeling cocky.  He looked right at the window and raised
his right hand, extending his middle finger.  The humming grew fainter and
a look at the laptop showed the drone zooming away.
       He stopped recording and played the video of the drone.  The
security cam was HD.  He paused the video and the image of the drone,
illuminated by the light from his room could have been a photograph from a
catalog.  He easily made out the model and manufacturer.
       A short Google search brought up the specs of the drone.  He wasn't
interested in its recording features.  He'd already made up his mind that
dozens of videos of him jerking off and drinking his cum were stored on a
someone's computer or a flash drive.  What he was looking for was the
drone's range.
       "Shit," he said out loud when he found what he was looking for.
This wasn't a commercial drone.  The range was extremely limited, less than
500 feet.  That meant that whoever was operating the drone was either in
one of the houses on either side of his, or maybe, across the street.  All
at once he no longer had to decide who in all of Elmhurst was spying on
him.  He'd narrowed it down to a handful of people.
       There was only one house across the street close enough to be in the
drone's range: Tony Spinoza lived there with his parents and little sister.
Tony was sixteen.  His sister was four. Mrs. Spinoza was hot as fuck.  It
would be cool if she was the one watching him.  She probably fingered
herself while he wanked.  He smiled at the thought.
       Mr. Vines lived in the house on the right.  He was in his forties
and was getting the beginning of a gut.  Luke didn't know anything about
him.  Was he gay?  He lived alone but wait, he's divorced.  He's got kids.
Every two weeks two boys spend the weekend with him and they're with him
for a couple of weeks each summer.  They're there now in fact.  Luke said
hi to them once and they nodded back, but they'd been on their way out
somewhere with Mr. Vines.  They weren't twins but were so alike less than a
year had to separate them.  Luke didn't know their names or ages, but they
looked like they were 12 or 13.
       The Pearsons lived on the left.  Man, he hoped hit was Melanie
Pearson who was spying on him.  It was only fair since he'd tried to spy on
her often enough.  He could see one corner of the Pearson's back yard form
his bedroom window.  A couple of years ago Melanie was sunbathing topless
and he'd spilled four loads of cum in a row watching her.  Those were still
the only tits he'd ever seen in real life.  He'd try to get a glimpse of
them ever since but she either stopped tanning topless or moved to a
section of their yard that was out of his line of sight.
       Please let it be Melanie, he prayed.
       He didn't really expect the answer to come from Heaven.  Now that he
had a list of suspects, he was going to find out for himself who his
admirer was.  He couldn't go knocking on doors and asking, "Hey, have you
been watching me jerk off?"  He'd have to be more subtle.  Since the peeper
liked watching him so badly, maybe he'd give a little outdoor show and see
if anyone paid special attention....

       The next day was Saturday.  At eleven-thirty Luke told his dad he
was going to mow the lawn.  "Without being asked?  You all right, boy?" was
all the gratitude he got.
       It was a hot day.  When Luke pushed the lawnmower from the backyard
to the front, he paused and took his shirt off.  Across the street little
Margo Spinoza played in the sprinklers while Mrs. Spinoza sat on the porch
keeping an eye on her.  The MILF was wearing shorts and a bikini top.  Luke
waved at her and she nodded back at him.  He made a point of flexing his
pecs before starting the lawnmower.  Mrs. Spinoza had eyes only for Margo,
though.
       Just to be sure he stretched his arms over his head and peeked at
his pits, the way he did in the mirror every night, while looking at
Mrs. Spinoza in what he hoped was a seductive way.  He hadn't seen
sixteen-year-old Tony, also shirtless, in a lounge chair until he got up
and walked over to him.  Was Luke imagining it, or Tony flex his own pecs
as he approached?
       "Hey!" Tony called when he was halfway across the street.
       Luke put off puling the rope on the lawnmower.  Shit, had it been
Tony spying on him?  That would be . . . unexpected.  "Yeah?" he said.
       Tony waited until he was next to Luke before saying, "I catch you
perving on my mom one more time, I'm gonna kick your ass.  You got it?"
	"I wasn't perving on your mom."
       Tony flicked Luke's nipple.  "I'm not fucking around, Green.  Stop
ogling my mother or I'll cut your balls off."  He turned around and went
back to his own yard.
       He heard giggling from his right.  He looked over and Mr. Vines' two
boys were loading beach gear into the trunk of the car.  One of them, it
was hard to tell if it was the older or younger one, they were that close
in age, said, "Busted!"
       "Shut up," Luke said, but he was grinning.
       The other Vines Boy pointed at him and said, "You're getting a
boner.  Is it from watching that lady or from that guy flicking your tit?"
       Luke shook his hips at them.  "I'm not getting a boner; I just got a
big dick."  The two boys laughed harder.
       "Prove it!" the first one said, still laughing.
       Damn was this kid really asking to see his junk or was he just
talking smack?  Luke took a chance.  "Like you don't already know," he
said.
       "You're confusing me with your boyfriend across the street!"
       Luke was more confused than ever.  Have one or both kids been
watching him at night?  He wished he knew when the drone first started
visiting him, if it was before or after Mr. Vines' sons came to visit for
the summer.
       Just then Mr. Vines came out of the house.  "You ready to go, boys?"
He waved at Luke, who still hadn't cut the first blade of grass.  "Hey
Luke.  Looking good."
       "Uh, thanks," Luke said, more confused than ever.  The neighbors got
in their car and drove off and Luke finally started the lawnmower and began
pushing it back and forth across the front yard.  When the grass was
uniformly cut, he shut off the mower.  He was really covered in sweat now.
       "You look hot."
       He looked over to his left and there was Melanie Pearson, wearing
shorts and a t shirt.  She wasn't wearing a bra.  How long had she been
watching him?  He said, "I look hot, sexy, or I look hot like I'm gonna die
of heat stroke?"
       "Maybe you're going to have a sexy heat stroke.  Want some iced tea?
Dad just made some."
       "Sure."  He followed her into the Pearson house.  She put some ice
in a tall glass and filled it with tea.  He drank it greedily.
       Mr. Pearson was at the stove doing something to a pot of sauce.
"Not so fast or you'll get a headache," he said, turning around.  Then he
saw his daughter.  "Jesus Christ, Mel, go put some goddam clothes on.  We
can see your nipples."
       She made a face but left the room.
       Mr. Pearson said, "Sorry to spoil the show, Luke, but she's my
daughter, not some pole dancer."
       Luke nodded, not sure what to say.  Mr. Pearson went on.  "I saw you
out there cutting the grass.  I hate doing that, especially in the summer.
So goddam hot.  Would you be interested in cutting ours?  I'd pay you."
       "How much?"
       "How much are you worth?"
       "Umm fifty?"
       "Sounds reasonable.  I've got some specifications though.  Don't mow
the peonies.  Come down to the basement, I've got the flowers all mapped
out on the computer.  I'll show you what to avoid."
       Luke was pretty sure he could tell a flower from a weed, and
peonies, whatever they were, from the grass.  But he wasn't going to mess
up the chance to make fifty bucks every weekend.  He followed Mr. Pearson
down to the basement.
       He booted up the computer and said, "Have a seat," pointing to an
extra folding chair by his desk.  Luke moved the chair next to Mr. Pearson.
A blueprint or floorplan of his front yard appeared on the screen.  He
moved the mouse over different areas, highlighted them.  As he did, he
said, "Sorry again about taking away Melanie's tits."
       "That's okay," Luke mumbled.
       "I know how much you like looking at them.  At least you did a
couple years ago."
       "Wut?"
       "Son, if you can see us, we can see you.  Why do you think she moved
to a different area of the yard?  I saw you up there that day.  I couldn't
see your hand, but it was obvious what you were doing.  Four times by my
count."
       Luke felt his face burning red.
       "Don't worry, Luke.  You were what, twelve, thirteen?  I was that
age once.  If I saw a sexy chick with her tits out when I was that age, I'd
have done the same thing.  She is sexy, isn't she?"
       "Oh yeah!" Luke agreed.
       "They're even bigger now than they were then."
       "Uhhh."  This was the most unusual conversation Luke had ever had.
       "Wanna see?" Mr. Pearson asked.  Without waiting for an answer, he
closed the window the layout of the front yard and clicked on another
folder.  When it opened, he selected a slide show and a photo of Melanie,
taken from the sky opened.  She was wearing just the panties of her bathing
suit.  After a few seconds the picture transitioned to another shot, taken
from a different angel, but still from several yards above her.  "Nice,
huh?"
       Luke shifted his hardening dick.  "Yeah."  Then something hit him.
"Wait.  You took these with a drone?"
       Mr. Pearson looked Luke in the eye.  "Yes, I did, you cheeky shit.
Flipping me the bird was pretty damn brazen."
       Luke brain was in overdrive.  Mr. Pearson was the peeper?  "How
long?" Luke asked.
       "A little over a month."  He reached for his zipper.  "IF you like
eating cum so much, I got some you can eat."
       "I'm not gay," Luke protested.
       "I've seen how hard you've been trying to taste your dick.  How
frustrated you get when you can't do it.  What is it, Luke?  You want to
know what it feels like to have a dick in your mouth?  Or do you want to
know what it's like to have a tongue bathing your cock?  I can help you
with both."
       Luke didn't answer him.  He realized Mr. Pearson was right.  All
those calisthenics in bed were only partly so he could experience something
approaching a blowjob.  He was also curious about what his dick tasted
like.  "But I'm not gay," he repeated, but with less certainty.
       "Then why are you so hard right now?" Mr. Pearson said, placing his
hand on Luke's lap.
       Luke gasped.
       "You're addicted to cum.  I've seen how you gobble it down.  How
disappointed you are when you realize your boycock has given up all it has
to give.  I can feed you what you crave AND give your dick the relief it
needs.  All you have to do is ask me."  He squeezed the shorts covered
erection under his hand.
       "Yessss," Luke whispered.
       "Yes, what, boy?"
       "Feed me what I crave.  Feed me your cum.  Suck my cock. Please suck
me."
       Mr. Pearson stood up and dropped his pants.  He stood before Luke in
his boxers.  They were tented obscenely.  "Take it out," he ordered.
       Luke reached into the fly and fished out the hard cock.  It was
larger than his by at least an inch.  He held it in his hand, unsure of
what to do.  Mr. Pearson was cut.  They didn't have to shower after P.E.
at Luke's school.  Except for porn he'd never seen a circumcised penis
before.  He ran his fingers gently over the head, marveling at the lack of
any protective skin.
       "Don't pet it, boy!  Put it in your mouth."
       Luke skootched forward on the chair and took in Mr. Pearson's musky
scent.  He stuck out his tongue and, just as he'd done to his own dick the
night before, barely placed the tip of his tongue against Mr. Pearson's
dick.  Mr. Pearson smiled, letting Luke savor the moment.  "Go on, Luke.
You've wanted to know what it feels like to lick a cock head.  Do it, son."
       Luke nodded and leaned closer to the imposing cock.  He grabbed it
and finally, after months of trying, he finally licked the head of a dick.
He was tentative at first.  Then he attacked the cock with his tongue,
licking and kissing it, before sucking it into his mouth.  "That's the way,
boy," Mr. Pearson encouraged.  "In and out, nice and slow."  But Luke
didn't want to go nice and slow.  His own dick was so hard in his shorts it
hurt.  He knew Mr. Pearson's nuts had the cream he wanted, and he was
determined to coax it out.  Maintaining his grip on his neighbor's dick
with his left hand, Luke caressed the low hanging balls with his right.
       He rolled the eggs in his hand, feeing them moving within the loose
sack.  Luke's balls always hugged his body when he jerked off.  He marveled
at how low Mr. Pearson's balls hung.  He let the nearly eight inch cock
slide out of his mouth and licked his walk down to the ball sack.  The
musky aroma was stronger her, making him dizzy.  He moaned and licked the
sweaty balls.  He was afraid he'd cum in his pants without touching himself
but at this point he didn't care.  If he did, he'd just cum again when
Mr. Pearson sucked him, that's all.  No big deal.  He'd given himself
"double whammies" many times.
       He sucked one of the balls into his mouth, perhaps with too much
enthusiasm.  "Arr! Not so hard."
       "mwhgy" Luke said.  It's hard to apologize with your mouth full of
nuts.  He sucked and licked the ball more gently.  Mr. Pearson grabbed his
head and pushed him back.
       "I'm getting close. If you want your treat, back to my cock."
       Luke didn't need any urging.  He wanted that treat.  He sucked the
hard penis back into his mouth, harder this time.  He didn't have to be as
gentle as he was with the balls.  He pumped the cock with his hand while he
bobbed his head on it, running his tongue over the head while he sucked.
       "Here it comes!  I'm having a runaway!"
       Mr. Pearson's cum was so much better than his.  Tangier.  Stronger.
And so much more of it.  Luke could barely keep up, but he swallowed every
drop.  When the spurts subsided, he squeezed the cock harder, trying to
milk out more of the precious sperm.  Finally Mr. Pearson gently pushed him
off.  "That's all I got, son."
       "No," Luke whined.  "More!"
       "Oh, I'll give you more.  Just from a different tap.  Drop your
pants, boy."
       Luke leapt out of the chair and nearly tore his shorts off.  "I
won't last long," he said apologetically.  "I'm surprised I haven't already
nutted."
       "No one lasts long on their first blowjob," Mr. Pearson said and
gobbled Luke's cock.
       "Ohmygod!"  It was nothing like he'd imagined.  His hood had been
halfway retracted when Mr.  Pearson took Luke into his mouth.  He let
Luke's dick lay against his tongue while he somehow used his hand on this
shaft to pull back the skin, slowing exposing the bare head to the soft,
moist tongue.  Luke hadn't realized how many nerve endings were on his
bullet shaped dick head until Mr. Pearson assaulted all of them with his
tongue.  "I can't help it!" Luke shouted, mad at his lack of self-control.
       Instinct took over and he grabbed his tits and pinched them,
something he'd never done, but some part of his spasming cock told him to
do it.  When he pinched his nipples, his orgasm was even stronger.  His
hips took over, fucking Mr. Pearson's mouth as he unloaded one spurt after
another.
       When his balls were drained Mr. Pearson left this cock and stood
up. He was a few inches taller than Luke.  He didn't speak, just pointed to
Luke's mouth.
       Luke understood and with another moan opened his mouth.  Mr. Pearson
grabbed his hair and pulled his head back and spit his mouthful of cum into
Luke's mouth, giving it back to him.  Luke greedily swallowed.  "More!" he
begged.
       There was still a drop or two on Mr. Pearson's tongue.  He kissed
Luke roughly, shoving his tongue into the fourteen-year-old's mouth.  Luke
sucked his cum off the older man's tongue.  Finally sated, he collapsed
back onto the folding chair.
       Mr. Pearson grabbed their discarded clothes from the floor.  He
tossed Luke his briefs and short and said, "No disrespect tonight.  I don't
want to see you flip me off."
       "Yes, sir.  I mean no sir."
       "Good boy.  The next time you're hungry, stop by.  I'll always feed
you what you need."
       Luke nodded, sure he would return, but also wondering if Tony
Spinoza or the Vines boys could also feed him what he needed.  He wasn't
sure Mr. Pearson alone could satisfy his hunger.