Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2005 13:55:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Neighbor Man (part 7) I locked up the house, and got my bike from the garage, mounted up, and pedaled off to check out the neighborhood. It was kind of funny, I thought, that after all of the miles I had pedaled my bike before, I had never been aware of the cool sensation the hard seat gave my butt hole as I sat on it. This growing up, and learning new stuff, was definitely a pretty cool thing. I smiled as I felt the tingles in my balls as the bike seat produced friction against my recently discovered boy hole. I made a pass through the park, and checked out the swimming pool, but it was too early, and there weren't many people around yet. I decided to ride over to the schoolyard to see if anybody was hanging out there, maybe shooting hoops, or something. I turned into a small alley that passed behind some older houses, knowing that it was a shortcut to the schoolyard. About half way down the alley, I saw an old man in his backyard, just sorta sitting on the grass, looking kind of upset about something. Thinking maybe he was sick, or something, I stopped, and called out to him, asking if he was OK. He motioned for me to come into his yard, and I did, walking across the grass to stand beside him. He looked up at me, and smiled, so I smiled back. He was really an old dude, like maybe 70 or so, but his smile was nice. "Well, young man, " he said, "Your coming by may just be the solution to my problem." I smiled again, and answered, "Maybe so, Mister...what's your problem?" As he looked up at me again, I saw his eyes checking out my bare legs, and his gaze sorta lingered on my crotch, checking out the snug little bulge in my shorts, then moved up to meet my eyes. "Well, my problem is that there is something stuck in that rain gutter up there, and it's blocked the downspout so the gutter can't drain." He told me. "the second part of the problem is that I'm too rickety to be climbing ladders, so I have no way to solve the first part of my problem." I giggled at that analogy of the situation, and he chuckled with me. "Hey, Mister!" I said, "if you have a ladder that reaches, I can go up on it, and get whatever is stuck in there for you!" He smiled again, and reached out to squeeze my bare thigh, causing my balls to tingle again, and my cock tostir a little, tenting my shorts a little bigger. His eyes focused on my bulge, then looked up at me, and his hand moved up and down my smooth thigh slowly. "If you did that for me, young man, I would be most grateful, most grateful, indeed!" he said, and kept stroking my thigh, his wrinkled hand moving a little higher. My balls jerked in their tight sack, and I giggled, saying, "Sure, Mister, I'm not afraid of ladders, at all!" He chuckled, and nodded his head, then said, " I'll bet not very much of anything scares a cute young lad like you, does it?" I blushed, and shook my head, and said quietly, "No Sir, not really, I guess...I'm pretty brave, actually." He nodded again, still running his stubby fingers over my leg, and said, "Well then...uh...what's your name, Son?" I blushed some more, cause my cock was like full boner now, from his hand on me that way, and it showed all big time in my snug shorts. "My name is David, Sir." I answered, and he stopped rubbing my leg, and reached out his hand, saying, "OK, young David, pull me up then, and we will get the ladder." I reached down, and took his wrinkled hand, and helped him to his feet. We walked inside the garage, and got a ladder off a hook on the wall, then took it out back, and propped it against the rain gutter. "Ok, David...you go up, and I'll steady the ladder for you." I grinned, and started up the ladder. He stood at the bottom, and held the rails in his hands while I climbed up, and saw a tennis ball stuck in the gutter. I turned, and looked down at the man, and said, "there's a ball stuck in her, Mister." He was looking up at me, and I saw his eyes were focused on my little butt, and I blushed some more, and felt my hard cock twitch. He moved his eyes up to look at my face, and said, "I knew there was something in there, can you get it out, David...I'll be really grateful!" I reached out and unstuck the tennis ball, and dropped it to the ground, then smiled down at him, and said, "There...nothing to it...balls out!" he chuckled, and mumbled something I didn't hear, then told me to come on down. I descended the ladder slowly, kind of giggling as my hard-on rubbed against each of the steps, and when I got about half way down his hands reached up, and gripped the backs of my thighs, rubbing, and squeezing, and making me groan a little bit, from all the tingles. "Good Job, Davie!" He told me, and I stepped onto the grass, turning to face him with a grin. I saw his eyes drop, then go sorta wide, and I knew he was looking at my hard-on in my bulging shorts. We picked up the ladder, and went back inside his garage, and put it back on the hook. The man sat down then, on a small stool, and took my hand, pulling me gently to stand in front of him. He smiled at me, then said, "Well, David, you have solved an old mans problem, and I thank you....now...I think that I can solve a problem that you seem to have, as well!" His hand came up to nudge against my rock hard cock, and he chuckled, gripping it with his wrinkled fist, and stroking it up and down. I groaned, and felt my face go all hot, then raised my arms up over my head, and leaned into his rubbing hand. "Wow, Mister...that feels awesome!" I squeaked, and he gripped me tighter. "I thought you might enjoy that, David....here...let's make it even better, OK?" I nodded, and he gripped the elastic of my shorts in his fingers, and slid them, and my underwear, down my legs, and off my feet. My cock snapped up, and stood straight out from my groin, waving around a little above my tight ball sack. "Oh my...David...how lovely!" He grunted, and sat back a little, moving his eyes over my pulsing boyhood. "Take the shirt off too, David...please!" He said softly, and I giggled, then pulled my tee shirt over my head, and dropped it, now standing completely naked in front of the man. I heard him suck in his breath, and he said, "OH my God....you're a real beauty, Son!" His hand came out, and he ran his knurled fingers lightly over my arm skin, and I shivered. "Put your hands on your head, please, David." I raised my arms, and folded my fingers together on top of my head, and grinned at him, asking, "Like this, Mister?" He nodded rapidly, and uttered, "Oh yes, David....yes...just like that, Son!" He moved his hand to my chest, the palm touching my skin lightly, and rubbing small circles over me, the fingers teasing at my small nipples until they got all stiff and pointy. He worked them both gently in his fingers, mumbling stuff I couldn't hear, then slid his hand down across my tummy, and stabbed a finger at my button, as I giggled, making my cock twitch. "So smooth...soft..." He groaned, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to my soft tummy, and I felt his wet tongue lick me there. "Oh God...the scent...wonderful...pure boy...!" He moaned, and kissed and licked all around my tummy while I shivered all over from the tingles. He sat back again, and his eyes locked onto my jerking cock, while his hand moved there, and wrapped around the shaft of my dick. I groaned out loud, and he chuckled, then, started to rub up and down my dick, his thumb moving over the smooth head, until I was all leaking juice out the slit. "Oh yes...lovely...sweet boy nectar...!" He muttered, and bent down, lapping his tongue over my leaking head, swiping away my discharge, then, sliding my whole cock inside his mouth! I jerked, and groaned really loud, my small hips flexing, and pumped into his warm, wet, mouth. "Oh geeze, Mister...!" I grunted, "That's sooo awesome!" He mumbled something around my drooling cock, and began moving his head in rhythm, sucking my young prick like a starving man at a buffet table. I groaned some more, and felt my legs go all rubbery from feeling so good, and I reached out to hold onto his head. Oh man, I thought, this old dude is awesome! He sucked me, once in a while letting my dick go, and sucking my tight balls in his mouth. He gulped my cock again, and slipped his arms around my waist, his hands gripping both of my butt cheeks, squeezing them, his thick finger digging at my small hole. "Ummmm.....oh...oh....wow, Mister...!" I croaked, and he suddenly pulled back, my rampant cock falling from his mouth, and jerking wildly in the air. The man grabbed me by the waist, and spun me around, pressing on my back to make me bend over, my upper body resting on a bench, as his wrinkled hands seized my butt cheeks, spreading them widely, as he leaned in, and drove his tongue deep into my open crack, the tip probing at my small pucker. I groaned, and pressed my butt back at him, helping him all I could, and shivered all over, as his tongue pushed past my tiny ring, and plunged inside my hot hole! 'Aggggg.....Ohhhh...!" I chanted, the white stars flying past my head. He tongued in and out of my hole, grunting and puffing, his wrinkled hand coming around me, and grabbing my dripping cock, rubbing over its steel hard length. He kept it up a long time, and I felt my balls roll over, and my boy juice start rushing into my cock, and I yelled, "AHHhhhh....gonna...cumms...!" Quick as a rabbit in heat, the man jerked his tongue from my slobbered hole, and spun me back around, his drooling mouth engulfing my spitting cock to the root, his hand tugging on my taut ball sack. I grabbed handfuls of his thin hair, and bucked my small hips forward, releasing my pent up boy load in huge jets, flooding into his sucking mouth in rapid spasms, 2,3,4, as he grunted, and swallowed every drop of my offering! Finished, I just sort of wilted, and dropped onto my shaking knees, my spent cock slipping from the old dudes mouth. I sat on the floor, panting like a steam engine, and grinned at the man, as he smacked his lips, and swiped the back of his hand across his cummy lips, and he smiled at me, saying, "Excellent, Davie...Just excellent...be happy to solve that problem for you, anytime, Son...anytime, at all!" I giggled, and nodded my head, thinking to myself, wow...Davie, again...yep...I was, most definitely, beginning to like that name! I got my clothes back on, and said goodbye to the nice old man, promising to stop by and see him again sometime. Back on my bike, I pedaled on over to the school, but the only kids there were like little dudes, like maybe 10 or so, so I headed back toward the park, and the pool. As I rode past the school clock tower, I giggled, thinking that it was only 10:30 in the morning, and I had lots of time to explore further adventures before time for Jim to be home! Yep, this new neighborhood was seriously awesome! (To Be Continued) bobhook10@hotmail.com (Have gotten several email responses to this tale...very cool...thanks!