Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2008 19:59:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Borden <tombor99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Good Neighbor"  Chapter 1

It was a pleasant neighborhood.  Beautiful Colonial style homes,
meticulously manicured lawns, and tree-lined streets.  Only upper
middle-class families resided there.  It was populated with professional
people, some white, some African-American, and some Asian.  And the
children were all perfect, most attending private schools.

On the corner of Elm and Mulberry lived the Lawyer Harry Carlson and his
family.  Next door was Hanoford Dibble, a widower and a Urologist.  It was
summer, and every Saturday afternoon, Hanoford Dibble mowed his lawn.  He
hadn't employed a lawn service since mowing his own lawn was the only
exercise he had.  When he finished each week, he would sit out on his back
veranda with a bottle of beer and survey his work with great satisfaction.
Also during those moments of relaxation, fourteen year-old Tommy Carlson
from next door often joined him for a glass of root beer.  He enjoyed
hearing Mr. Dibble's stories about when he was a young Peace Corps
volunteer in Peru.  It was all very pleasant sitting in the shade and
talking.

One Saturday on a particularly hot afternoon, Tommy arrived for his weekly
chat with Hanoford Dibble.  They talked about the weather, about Tommy's
recent week at YMCA camp, and the Golden Retriever Tommy's parents had
given him for his birthday.  After a long silence, Hanoford turned and
looked at Tommy.

"You know, Tommy, I'd like to suck your cock."

"What?"  Tommy jumped with surprise.

"You know," Hanoford said.  "your penis.  I'd like to suck it."

Tommy jumped to his feet and backed away.  He was truly embarrassed to hear
this man say such a thing.

"I've got to go home now." Tommy turned and ran back to his house.

He was unusually quiet during dinner and went to his room as soon as he'd
finished.  His father followed Tommy and found him lying on his bed.

"What's the matter, Tommy?

"Nothing."

"Whenever you say `nothing,' I know something's bothering you.  Now you
know you can discuss anything with me."

"I know," Tommy said.  "It's Mr. Dibble."

"What about him?"  "He said something to me."

"What?"

Tommy rolled away and faced the wall.  "Oh, nothing."

"Don't say `nothing," son.  Tell me."

"He said he . . . he wanted to suck my . . . . you know.

Harry knew immediately what Tommy was trying to say.  "Suck your . . .  You
don't mean suck your . . . penis, do you?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm going to have a talk with Mr. Dibble.  That is totally out of
line."

It was still early evening, and the sun was just beginning to set.  Harry
left Tommy and went directly to Hanoford's house, where he found him still
sitting on his back veranda.

"Good evening, Harry," Hanoford said.  "I love this time of evening when
the sun is setting.  Such a lovely sunset we're having tonight."

"Hanoford," Harry said as he took a seat, "forget the sunset.  Tommy told
me what you said to him."

"Good.  I think it's about time he has the experience now that he's
fourteen."

"I wish you would have discussed it with me first, Hanoford.  After all,
he's my son, not just some kid off the street."

"Come, come, Harry.  Did anyone discuss it with your father when you were
Tommy's age and I introduced such pleasures to you?"

"No."

"I was thirty-five years old when you were fourteen, Harry.  Now, you are
thirty-five years old, and your son is fourteen.  History sort of repeats
itself, eh?  I'm now fifty-six, but I don't consider myself old.  I'm still
in my prime, and I still believe that fourteen is a good age to introduce a
boy to the great sexual pleasures all men have a right to enjoy.  Can you
deny that what you and I have done, and what we continue to do, has given
you unspeakable pleasures over the years?"

"No, I can't deny that," Harry said.  "Being shown the pleasures of sucking
cock and being sucked is one thing.  He's my son, Hanoford.  I'm not so
sure that taking the next step into further pleasures is the right thing to
do, if that's what you had in mind."

"Well, Harry, would you deny him the pleasure of feeling a hard cock up his
ass or fucking a good tight asshole?  You certainly have enjoyed it with me
over these years.  Let me tell you something.  My own son is now your age
and also has a son.  He has shown his own son all the pleasures that I
taught him when he was fourteen and beyond."

"Your own son?"  Harry looked startled.  "I didn't know."

"Harry, when my wife died, my son and I became very close.  It was hard at
first for him to lose his mother.  But our sexual activity brought the two
of us together and gave us enormous satisfaction.  I think you should go
home and talk to Tommy and explain the beauty and love that can come out of
such an openly sexual relationship.  You've felt it yourself.  Now it's
time that Tommy experience it also."

"I suppose you're right.  My times with you have indeed been wonderful."

Hanoford reached over and squeezed the bulge appearing in Harry's crotch.
"It's been a hot day, Harry, and I feel the need for a little nourishment.
I think a mouthful of hot sperm would do me nicely."

Honoford knealt on the floor between Harry's legs.  He carefully unzipped
Harry's pants and reached in.  As he pulled out Harry's penis, now gorged
and hard, Hanoford looked at it admiringly.  He ran his tongue along the
underside of it and took his balls into his mouth.

Harry leaned back and closed his eyes.  He felt his penis being pulled into
Hanoford's warm, wet mouth.  He thought about Tommy's cock being sucked
into that same mouth.  Yes, he thought, this is something all men and boys
should experience.  Stroking by hand is wonderful, but the feel of one's
penis being caressed by another man's hot tongue is beyond description.  A
sharp tingle took hold of Harry's gut, and he knew his orgasm was imminent.
Suddenly, the muscles at the base of his cock began to cramp like his
insides were being squeezed in a vise.  As his penis throbbed and slapped
against the roof of Hanoford's mouth, he felt his sperm surging up through
his shaft and into the man's throat.

Hanoford kept Harry's cock in his mouth until it was completely wilted.
Pulling off, he said, "I never cease to be excited, Harry, when I have a
mouthful of your thick, creamy cum to swallow. "Now Harry, go home and have
a little talk with your son."

Harry was of two minds about the idea of his son being initiated into the
mind-bending sexual world that Hanoford Dibble lived.  But there was no
doubt that every man, including his son, should not deliberately be
deprived of the unbelievable pleasures he and Hanoford had enjoyed
trogether for so many years.

Tommy's door was still closed when Harry returned home.  He stood out in
the hall for a few minutes before knocking and going in.  Tommy was still
lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Tommy," began Harry, "I think there are some things we need to talk
about---things I probably should have talked to you about a couple of years
ago.  Can we talk?"

"Yes."  Tommy sat up and leaned against the headboard.

"You're old enough now to know what it feels like to be sexually excited.
I'm quite aware that you know how to masturbate."

"You are?" Tommy said, turning his head away.

"Of course.  All boys learn to masturbate when they're about eleven or
twelve.  Besides, often when I've come in to wake you in the morning for
school, I find the wet tissues on the floor that you forgot to discard.
Also, I've sometimes heard the tell-tale noises you make when you're having
your orgasm."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry.  We all do it.  I mean . . . ."

"You do it, too?"

"Why, yes.  It's something all boys and men do all their lives.  The
pleasure is too great to ever give it up.  Don't you agree?"

"Yes."

"Well then," Harry continued.  "Sexual activity is something that all boys
and men crave because of the unbelievable excitement it gives us.  You do
enjoy the feeling you get when you masturbate, don't you?"

"Sure, but our Health teacher at school says that it's just something nasty
that only naughty little boys do.  He says we should never play with
ourselves."

"You health teacher is wrong, Tommy."

"That makes me feel better, Dad," Tommy said as a smile spread over his
face.

Harry got up from his chair and sat on the edge of the bed.  "What I wanted
to talk with you about is that Jacking off . . . . I mean mastur . . . ."

"It's all right, Dad, I know it's called jacking off."

"Well, son, jacking off isn't the only way a guy can have a really good
orgasm.  There are other ways that I think you should know about.  One of
them is for someone to put your penis in his mouth and run his lips up and
down the full length of it, just as you would with your hand.  To many men,
that feels even better than with your hand.  That is what Mr. Dibble wanted
to do.  He wanted you to experience the great pleasure of having your penis
stimulated in that way."

"He did?"

"There's nothing bad about it.  It's just something men do for pleasure,
and it's only fair to you, Tommy, that you are made aware of such a
pleasure.  I hope you don't feel so bad now about Mr. Dibble's desire to
give you that wonderful experience."

"I'm glad you told me, Dad.  It really kind of freaked me out when he said
he wanted to suck my cock."

"Tommy, I think what you should do is go over there and tell Mr. Dibble
that you hadn't understood what he was suggesting, and that you were sorry
that you ran off.  Then tell him that your dad explained it all to you and
that whatever he'd like to do is all right with you.  Okay?

"Okay," Tommy said as he sat up and hugged his father.  "It's Saturday
night and it's still early.  Do you think he'd mind if I went over there
now?"

"I'm sure he'd be delighted to see you."


Tommy hurried over to the Dibble's house.  Hanoford answered the door
dressed only in his Jockey shorts.

"Why, Tommy.  I'm glad you came over.  There's nothing on TV worth
watching, the book I was reading has become boring, and I was getting a
little lonely.  Come in.  Can I get you some root beer?"

"No thanks, Mr. Dibble.

"Have a seat there on the sofa.  I'm just going to get myself another
beer."

When Hanoford returned, he sat next to Tommy.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dibble, that I ran off like I did.  I didn't quite
understand what you were talking about.  But dad explained it to me and
said it would be okay."

"Of course," Hanoford said, "I realized afterward that I had shocked you a
bit, but I am glad that your dad talked to you about it.  What I was
suggesting was a way for a young man like yourself, or like any of us of
the male gender, to experience pleasure that goes beyond mere masturbation.
I assume, at your age, you do masturbate?"

"Yes, sir."

"Would you like me to show you now?"  "Yes.  Please."

"Splendid.  Let's go to the bedroom where we can be comfortable."

Tommy was amazed at the elegance of Hanoford's bedroom, dominated by a
king-sized bed.  On each of the walls were large floor-to-ceiling mirrors
and, between them, large portraits of muscle-bound nude males, all with
incredibly large and rigid penises and long ball sacks.

"You can remove all of your clothes, Tommy, and hang them over that chair.
Then lie down on your back."

Hanoford slipped out of his briefs, and Tommy stared with amazement at the
length and girth of the man's turgid penis.

Hanoford told Tommy to just relax and spread his legs out wide.  He then
lay on his stomach between Tommy's legs and sucked the boy's balls into his
mouth.  Tommy could feel them being rolled around on Hanoford's tongue.  He
had never felt such a sensation before.

Slowly, Hanoford ran his tongue up along the underside of the boy's hard
cock, then flicked his tongue around and over the head, purposely allowing
Tommy to see him licking off the dribble of pre-cum.  Tommy looked down
with amazement, watching this man's tongue swirling around the swollen head
of his penis.  He'd never seen or imagined anything like this.  The feeling
was indescribable.  Then suddenly the head disappeared into Hanoford's
mouth, followed by the full length of his penis shaft.  He felt the man's
tongue wrapping around it, along with the gentle pressure of his lips as
they glided from the tip to the base of his rod.

As he closed his eyes he felt Hanofords hands moving up over his stomach
and chest and the sharp erotic feeling of fingers pinching his nipples.
Tommy felt at that moment that he wanted to surrender his whole body to
this man.  Hanoford became more vigorous in his sucking, and Tommy felt the
twinges in his abdomen that were precursors to an orgasm.  He couldn't hold
back.  His orgasm was explosive and took control of his whole body.  He
could feel every volley of cum as it shot into Hanoford's mouth.  He opened
his eyes and watched the man's throat convulsing as he swallowed every
drop.

Tommy's body was totally spent.  He'd never felt such weakness throughout
his body as he did then.  Never had he experienced such a mind-blowing
orgasm.  His dad was right, he thought.  He would never again be satisfied
with less than this.

Hanoford eventually pulled off of the boy's wilted penis and sat up next to
Tommy.  He ran his hands lightly over the boy's soft, smooth skin---his
chest, stomach, and arms.  Then along the boy's shapely legs covered with
just a bare dusting of soft hair.

"I'm glad," Hanoford said, "that you allowed me to give you this
experience.  It is something every man should have early in his life.  Your
father reacted very much as you did when he first experienced it."

"My dad?" Tommy said, holding his head up.  "What do you mean, when he
first experienced it?"

"It was on this very bed, my boy, where I first introduced cock sucking to
your father many years ago.  Like you, he was only fourteen then."

Tommy sat up and looked into Hanoford's eyes.  "You mean you did this to my
dad?  He didn't tell me that."

"Yes, I did.  And we've been doing it ever since.  Since you obviously
liked this, I'll be able to show you, as we go along, other things your dad
and I do that produce powerful and satisfying orgasms."

"But," Tommy said, "You and my dad have been doing this all along?  And
other things, too?  He never said."

As tears came to Tommy's eyes and rolled down his cheeks, Hanoford took him
in his arms and pressed the boy's moist face against his chest.  "It's all
right.  It's all right, my young one.  You'll see.  Don't be angry at your
father.  He's a good man, Tommy, and all he wants is for his son to enjoy
all the pleasures men are entitled to.  God gave us orgasms to enjoy, and
we have the right to find every way we can to revel in them."

"He never told me."  Tommy pulled his head away from Hanoford's chest and
look into his face.  "What other things do you do"

"Well, sucking a man's cock is not just a one-way thing.  We do it to each
other.  Sometime I'd like to have you suck mine."  Hanoford smiled.  "I
like to get my own orgasms that way, too.  Would you like to do that now?"

"Right now, sir, I think I want to go home."

"Well, son, we'll try it another time."


When Tommy arrived home, he found his father still in his room, but now
stretched out on Tommy's bed waiting for the boy to return.  He worried
about how his son handled the visit next door.

Harry sat up when he saw his son.  "Well, Tommy, how did it go?  You were
gone only an hour.  I hope you're all right."

Tommy sat down on the bed next to Harry.  "Yes, he did it.  I let him do
it."

"I hope you weren't disappointed."

With a silent chuckle, Tommy said, "No, I wasn't.  It was like nothing I've
ever felt before.  Dad?  He told me about you and him.  I mean . . . ."

"About me and him?  Oh, yes.  I suppose it was something you were bound to
know.  Did he tell you . . . .?"

"Yes, dad.  He told me everything."

"I'm sorry, son."

"No, dad.  You don't have to be sorry.  He explained how we all have to
find every way we can to enjoy the sexual feelings we guys are entitled to.
It's okay, Dad."

Harry put his arms around Tommy.  "I'm glad you understand, son.  We're not
doing anything bad.  It's something we have a right to do.  It's a part
nature."

Tommy turned to look into his father's eyes.  "Mr. Dibble said I would have
to do it to him.  I don't know if I could.  I never thought of doing
anything like that.  You know, put a man's penis in my mouth."

Harry said nothing.  He wasn't sure what to say.

"Dad, really.  I came in his mouth, and he swallowed it.  It must taste
terrible.  Maybe like peeing in my mouth.  I think it would make me sick."

"No, it won't make you sick.  Have you ever tasted your own sperm?"

"I don't think I could do that.  I want to do what he wants me to do, but I
might get sick when I do it, and it would be terrible if I threw up in his
bed."

"Believe me, Tommy, it's an exciting thing to suck on another man's cock,
and you won't get sick.  I can promise you that."

"Well, I wish my first time doing it wasn't with him, just in case I can't
do it.  He'd probably be very unhappy with me.  I wish there was a way I
could find out about it before I had to do it with him."

Harry sat still for a few minutes and then turned to look into his son's
eyes.  "Tommy, would you like to find out how it is with me?"

"With you?"

"Yes.  Try it out on me so you can see what it's like and if you can do
it."

"With you?  You mean put your penis in my mouth?"

"Yes, that's what I mean."  Harry stood up and began unbuckling his pants."

"Wait a minute, Dad.  You want me to suck on your penis?"

"That's right.  In the privacy of your room.  Nobody will know, and you'll
be prepared when Hanoford asks you to do it with him.  In that way, you
won't be scared about it."

Harry pulled off his pants and underwear, as well as his shirt.  "We might
as well be completely naked since that's the way Hanoford likes it.  Go on.
Get out of your clothes."

Tommy stripped down and fell back on the bed next to his father's naked
body.  He had often seen his father naked, sometimes, even, with a hard-on.
But the true beauty of his father's naked body had never registered on him
as it did at this moment.  The tanned skin, the gentle curves of his
muscles, the soft light brown hair on his legs.  His whole body was an
artful sculpture of utter beauty.  His circumcised penis grew out of a huge
luxurious bush of pubic hair and stood up straight.  Little droplets of
semen bubbled up and ran down the underside of his shaft.  Tommy wondered
how he could put that magnificent pole into his mouth.

"Come on, son.  I'll spread my legs, and you scoot up between them.  That's
right.  Now touch the tip of your tongue to the head of my cock.  Don't be
afraid.  Tell me if the clear semen coming out of it tastes good."

Tommy did as he was told and licked up some of the semen.  "It tastes all
right.  Kind of good."

"Now run your tongue up and down all sides of my cock so you can kind of
tell how it feels on your tongue.  Then slip the whole head into your mouth
and close your lips tight around it."

As Tommy took the head in his mouth, Harry looked down and looked at his
son's sweet, tender teenage lips encircling his penis.  That, along with
the sight of the boy's little round ass cheeks sticking up behind him
caused his penis to jump and throb inside of Tommy's mouth.

Tommy clamped his lips around his father's penis head and raised his eyes
to look at his father's face.  He could hardly believe he was tasting his
own dad's penis.  An excitement swept over him that made him shiver.

"Now bring your lips all the way down.  As far down as you can.  Maybe you
can't take it all in your mouth.  I realize it's pretty big.  But try.
That's good.  You feeling okay?"

Tommy nodded his head.  Without being told, he brought his lips up and down
the full length of his dad's shaft, with rapid tongue action, just as
Mr. Dibble had done.  It tasted and felt so good in his mouth, and the
excitement he felt was enhanced by the soft moans of pleasure that came
from his dad's lips.  As he sucked, he moved his hands up over the skin of
his dad's stomach and chest and, just as Mr. Dibble had done, he pinched
his dad's nipples, causing his dad to squeal with pleasure.  Then he ran
his hands down over his father's legs, feeling the soft hair that covered
them.  Moving his hands over them was so erotic.  As he continued to suck
harder and harder, and faster and faster, he felt his own penis hard and
hot between him and the bed sheet.  Without stopping the rhythm on his
dad's penis, he began to hump the bed.

When Harry saw his son's sweet ass cheeks rising and falling in a fucking
motion, he could feel his orgasm coming close.  And suddenly, without
warning, his cock exploded, spewing his hot sperm into his son's mouth.
Surge after surge.  He expected that Bobby might pull off at that moment,
but instead, the boy took the whole load and swallowed almost every drop.
As Harry's orgasm subsided, Tommy kept his father's penis in his mouth and
continued humping the bed.  Within seconds, Tommy pulled off and let out a
cry of extreme pleasure as he soaked the bed sheet under him with his
teenage load of hot sperm.  Now Harry could see some of his own sperm
dribbling out of his son's mouth and down his chin.

When it was over, Tommy scooted up and collapsed with his head lying on his
father's shoulder, their wilting cocks pressed together.  Harry turned his
head slightly and kissed his son, first on the cheek, and then on the lips,
pushing his tongue gently between them.

"You see, son, you can do it," Harry said.  "The taste of a man's cum is a
wonderful part of the sexual excitement we can have.  Did you like it?"

"It was so good, Dad," Tommy whispered.

"Now you won't have any problem the next time you go over to see Hanoford
Dibble.  Then you'll be ready to learn some other really explosive stuff
you can do.  Hanoford's a good teacher.


Comments from readers are welcome.  Since I have written a number of
stories for the Nifty Archive, please show the title of this story in your
Subject line.  If response is good, this story will be continued with
further chapters.  Tommy Carlson has plenty of surprises ahead of him.

Tom Borden
tombor99@yahoo.com