Date: Thu, 17 May 2018 13:53:36 +0000 From: Devon Campbell Subject: Neighbor's Son **066 -- Neighbor's Son Neighbor's Son I looked down at the boy's mouth distended around my cock, water sheeting down his face. He could only handle about half of it and his lips were stretched around its girth and it was gouging up spit from deep in his throat. It was obvious he was doing his best and his best was plenty good enough for me. Shouldn't be doing this, I thought. He couldn't be more than fourteen or fifteen. Too young to be doing what he was doing. But he wanted it. He said so. His name was Hunter; he was the neighbor kid. He liked to hang around my place. It took me a while to realize why. I should've discouraged him from coming over but I was curious about a boy his age having the balls to pursue a grown man the way he was. One day I was working in my garage and he came over to hang out, he said. I decided to finish up and take a shower, thinking when I told him that he would go home. Wrong; I should have known better. He followed me into the house. I should have sent him home but the curiosity prevailed and I let him follow me upstairs. He came right into my bedroom with me. I did make a half-assed attempt to shed him; I told him I was going to shower and that he probably ought to go home. But I had allowed him this far and he wouldn't be deterred. He sat on the edge of my bed and watched me strip down to my shorts. I left them on as a matter of modesty. Stupid, I know, considering his youthful determination and my weakness for him. He followed me into the bathroom. Again, I let him, when I should have sent him home forthwith. I hesitated, about to say something, but my curiosity won out. Actually my curiosity had turned to desire. I wanted the boy to stay, so I didn't say anything. Why was this kid making me feel so helpless? I peeled my shorts down. "I'll take `em for you," he said, reaching out for my shorts. I gave them to him, keenly aware of his eyes raking over my naked body. "Do you ever shower at school with the boys?" he asked. "No. That's a no-no, for any coach," I said as I turned on the shower. "It shouldn't be. You'd be a great inspiration, you know, for a boy to look up to you and wanta be like you." "Thanks but it's against the rules," I said. The water was warm and I stepped in the shower. Hunter sat on the toilette seat still holding my shorts. "You can toss those in the hamper," I said. "No, I wanta keep `em." "Hunter, you can't keep my shorts. If your mom finds them, how're you going to explain having a pair of my shorts." "She wouldn't know they're yours." "Does your dad wear briefs?" "No, he wears real short boxers." "Then how're you going to explain having a pair of briefs? Put `em in the hamper." I'd slid the shower door closed but it was clear glass so he could see me showering. I didn't really mind. But I was suddenly aghast to see him taking off his clothes. "Hunter, what're you doing?" "I wanta shower with you." "Absolutely not!" I was firm but it didn't deter him. I should have gotten out of the shower and taken him downstairs and sent him home but the more of his smooth, young body he exposed, the less resolve I could muster. Next thing I knew, he was sliding the door back and getting in the shower with me. Again, I let him. I even stepped back to make room for him and I closed the door on us. And it went from there. I didn't have to wonder what his father would think if he knew about us. Or what he would do. He would likely go on a crazy rampage and kill me. I wasn't afraid of a fight but Bill Harrison was a hunter. He used a bow. He was an ex-Marine so he knew how to use guns too. I was none of those things. I was a boy's physical-ed teacher and worked part time at a gym. I was in excellent shape but I didn't have the manly, deadly talents that Bill Harrison did. Hunter wasn't one of my students. He went to public school; I taught at a private Catholic school. My cock rose fast, till it was sticking out an upward angle, throbbing steadily. I was kinda proud that he'd come in the shower with me so I could shot it off. I lurched when he took hold of it. His touch was like an electrical shock. "I can't get my hand around it," he said as he squeezed to try to touch his fingers. "Can you get your hands around it?" he asked. "Yeah." "Show me," he said. I reached down and gripped my cock. My fingers touched, but barely. I was proud of that. "Your fingers barely touch," he pointed out. "I know." "Have you ever measured it?" he asked as he slowly stroked my cock. "Not for a long time." "Do you have a tape measure? Like a sewing lady uses?" "Someplace, yeah, but I don't know.....for sure. In my grandmother's sewing chest I imagine." "Where's the chest?" "In the hallway; down the hall." "I'm gonna get it," he said. I didn't stop him. Rather, I ogled his young muscular body from the back, especially his tight little ass, dripping wet, the way the twin muscles flexed and rose and fell with each step. Why was my mouth watering??!! He came back with the tape measure and I had the fleeting thought of what my grandmother would think if she knew what her tape measure was being used for. He held the tape along the side of my cock, pressing his finger into my pubes to get the longest measurement "Wow! It's almost ten inches!" Then he wrapped the tape around my cock to get its girth. "Whew! Eight inches around! Man, you're a horse! I bet I couldn't even get my mouth around it." That jolted me to the core. "We're not going to do that, Hunter," I said sternly and I was about to tell him to get out of the shower but before I could get the words out he was going to his knees in front of me. "No! No, Hunter.......!" I formed the words but heard no sound. I groaned, "Ohh, Godd!" as he took my cock in his mouth. He gave me a few strokes then reared back, looking up at me with those big innocent eyes. "Geez, Mr. Moore, your cock is so big, I can barely get my mouth around it," the boy said, looking up at me. I swallowed hard. "You're d-doing f-fine, Hunter," I choked. "But if it's too much, you don't have to be doing this at all, you know." "I know, but I want to." "Yes, you told me you did, but you can change your mind." "No. I wanta finish what I started. I want you to give me your load." He went back down on me. I wanted him to do it, too, but I was in a panic. I needed to get him out of the shower; out of my house! But I couldn't speak the words. I was helpless but to let him do what he was doing. Suddenly I saw my hands were wrapped around the boy's head and I was thrusting into his mouth! He paused again to look up at me. "You'll give me your load, won't you?" I swallowed again to clear my throat so I could speak. "I'll cum for you but I don't think you want to take it in your mouth. I cum a lot, Hunter." All the while I was thinking, okay this one time, but we couldn't do this ever again. The risk was too great, for both of us. I wasn't sure what Bill might do to his son but I didn't want them to have the humiliation. I didn't just let the boy finish me off. I looked down again at my hands clasped my hands gently round his head as I fucked his mouth. That made me the predator, not just a willing participant. He wanted my load; I gave it to him. How could I deny him? That would be rejection. I didn't warn him when I was about to come; I just let it come. He reared back a little and his eyes widened when he felt the first salvo but he kept his lip lock on my cock, and I kept his head in my hands. He took it like a trooper. He choked and gagged a little but he took it. I filled his mouth and the stuff started running out the corners of his mouth. "You don't have to swallow it," I said. "You can spit it out and let it wash down the drain." But he shook his head and kept sucking me. When he'd drained me and my cock was getting sensitive I eased his head back. He kept the suction till my cock popped free of his mouth, then he looked up at me with those incredibly innocent eyes, filled with nothing but want and gratitude. I waited to see what he was going to do, knelt like that with his mouth full of cum. He didn't seem to be sure himself. Then he closed his eyes and took a gulp. Then another, and another, and more, till he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Whew! That was a big load," he said. "You didn't have to do that, Hunter." "Yes I did. I couldn't imagine all those millions of live sperm washing down the drain and being drowned. Now they're alive inside me and swimming around in my stomach and they'll be digested and be a part of me." God, I thought, where did this kid come from! I quickly regained my composure enough to know that I had to get the boy dressed and out of the house but again, to no avail. When I saw his cock throbbing and quivering I couldn't dismiss him. "Hunter, I.....I could take care of that for you," I offered. "You wanta suck me off, Mr. Moore? You don't have to do that. You're prolyl not wired for sucking." "By hand, then," I said as I reached down for him. I was ashamed of my cowardice and surprised at the realization that I wanted to try his cock in my mouth. "Awwwwhhh, fuck, your hand feels so good," he groaned, tossing his head back under the shower spray. I stroked him to finish, my mouth watering the whole time. It didn't take long; no more than twenty strokes before he was shooting boy cum all over my stomach and chest. I immediately regretted not doing for him what he'd done for me. But he was right, I wasn't wired for sucking. Now I had to get him dressed and out of my house. It was two days later and I'd just gotten out of the shower when the doorbell rang. I grabbed a towel and put it around my waist as I headed for the door. Oh, fuck! There stood Bill Harrison. Oh, fuck! "Bill! Sorry for the informality; I just got out of the shower. What can I do for you?" I asked, hoping to hell that m voice was steady. I wouldn't say I was terrified but I wasn't exactly at ease facing the man either, especially being naked and he was standing there in a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up around his huge biceps and his chest sticking out and his jeans bulging in front and down his thick thighs. "I wanted to invite you over for a cookout tomorrow night. We haven't had a chance to be neighbors, thought we might break the ice." "Well, that is neighborly of you," I said with great relief. "Is it a neighborhood thing? Should I bring something?" "No, and no. It'll just be you and me and Hunter, and he's inviting a friend. He talks a lot about you, thought we should get better acquainted." "Oh. Alright. What time?" "Around eight. I like being outside when the sun's going down. We'll eat then jump in the pool." "Sounds great! I will be there." It took me a bit to feel at ease with Bill. He could be intimidating if I let him. Not intentionally; it was just the kind of man he was. We ate and talked for a bit, Bill and me enjoying a cold beer while Hunter was upstairs showing his friend his room. When they came back down Bill said, "Well, I'm ready for the pool, how about you guys?" "I've got my suit on under my jeans," I said. "You can lose the suit," Bill said. "Hunter and I seldom wear suits. We're pretty isolated, it's completely private." "It's been a long time since I've gone skinny dipping." Hunter was the first out of his clothes, with his hunky friend close behind and they were the first in the pool. They both dove in before Bill or I were even down to our shorts. "I notice you manage to keep in good shape," Bill said as I was undoing my jeans. "Have to. I can't be much of an inspiration to a bunch of high school boys if I'm not in shape myself." My heart was in my throat as I watched the man take off his jeans, then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his white briefs. I braced myself to not show any reaction when he took them off. He shoved them down off his hips and let them fall around his feet then he kicked them up and snatched them out of the air. I wasn't sure I succeeded in no reaction. I was big. The man was a horse, hanging. I could only imagine his size when he was hard. My throat went dry. "I'll get some towels," he said as he went to the garage. For some reason, I followed him. Don't ask me why. I was both glad and a little cautious when he closed the door with the towels in his hand. "Glad you came in with me," he said. I gulped. Why was he glad? Was he going to deck me? "Couldn't help noticing the way you look at Hunter." "I....wasn't......" I couldn't find words and he went on. "Don't try to deny it," he cut in. "You ever lay a hand on him......"' I reared back, surprised, and a little frightened. If he hit me, what would I do? Hit him back? Or take it like a man; take the punishment I deserved? "Have you?" he asked. "Have I what?" "I asked if you've ever laid a hand on him." "Oh, I misunderstood......no....no, I never......" "You're lying," he cut in again. "You're lying, aren't you!" "Yess!" I hissed. "I never meant for it to happen, honest to God.... but he.....when he was at my house, I had to shower and he.....he got in the shower with me." "And you let him." "He's very bold, even aggressive," I offered. "You call a fourteen year old boy aggressive? You can't handle a fourteen year old boy?" He laughed but it wasn't a funny laugh. "What happened?" he asked. Oh Godd, I was going to have to come clean or he would beat it out of me. I still wasn't completely afraid of him but there were tools laying around that I was afraid he might use. "We.....we had sex." "And what form did it take?" he asked. "He....he got in the shower with me, like I said. I know it sounds crazy, but I was powerless to stop him. He's such a beautiful boy. He initiated it." "No, YOU initiated it by letting him in the shower with you," Bill cut in. "Yes, in that sense, I did initiate it. But once he was in the shower with me he took charge. We ended up with him sucking my cock. I swear, Bill, I was helpless. He rendered me helpless but to succumb." "You're pitiful," he said. Then he grabbed me by the throat. Knowing his background as a Marine I knew he could take me out with just that one hand. I grabbed his forearms; they were hard as steel. "Listen up. You wanta get your rocks off with another guy, you come to me. I will fuck your brains out; fuck you cross-eyed. You lay a hand on my boy again without me around; I'll break you into little pieces. Do we understand each other?" "Yes, I....yes but......" "But! There's a but!" he said loudly. "Forgive me but I don't understand completely." "I thought I made myself clear; what didn't you understand?" "You didn't really. You said without you around.....not to lay a hand on your boy without you around. I sensed an underlying meaning......" I must have sounded like I was begging for my life and I was in a way, but I was more wanting a clarification of what he'd said. He was gritting his teeth, his square jaw set and jutted out. Suddenly he released his grip around my neck and dropped his arm. "That was a Freudian slip," he said, much calmer now. "Freudian; that implies something....sexual," I said. He turned away from me with a loud sigh. "Okay, I'm a big phony," he said, turning back to me. "Going off on you like that, I was protecting my own manhood." I looked him up and down. "I hardly think your manhood needs protection," I said. "I'm not who you think I am; not what you think I am. I come off as a rugged, touch lumberjack type of guy.....I know I'm built like one but that's a façade." "A very impressive façade," I said, feeling suddenly more comfortable with him. "A very convincing one," I added. "I'm not so very different from you," he said, his shoulder slumped a little. "Except I'm a coward." "That's hard to digest," I said. "There are four of us at work who......we, uh.....get together on a regular basis to......well, we mix it up in bed. Soon to be five as soon as we manage to seduce the new kid; he's a nineteen year old god." "You must know, I'm having a very hard time getting my head wrapped around this," I said. "I'm jealous," he said. "Good lord, of what?" I asked. "You. That was a jealous rage you just saw. I'm jealous and even a little bit ashamed that you were the one who showed Hunter the way. It should've been me. I saw the signs, felt the vibes, saw the little signals he was sending out but I ignored them. That was tantamount to rejection. I rejected my own son." "No, Bill, you did what you thought was right; what any father would do." "I don't think he sees it that way. Think about it, when I ignored and rejected him, he came to you." "Bill, it's not too late," I said quietly. "If he wanted it to be you, he still does. I can't begin to fill that.....that gap. Only you can do that. And the gap's still there." "But what.....what do I do? How.....?" "Take a first step," I said. "Go out there and jump in the pool and start playing grab-ass with Hunter. Make it more than horseplay. Grab him by the balls; he'll pop wood in a flash and that's your signal. Acknowledge his sexuality right then and there. I don't know.....even take him in the house for some reason.....and don't come back out." "You're laying out a plan of seduction of my own son," he said. "That's what this conversation is about, isn't it?" He swallowed. I took him by the arm and led him over to the window over the workbench. We could see the two boys frolicking in the water, their smooth young muscles rippling beautifully. "Don't deny him any longer," I said softly. "Give him the love he wants from you." "It would be love," he said nodding. "Everything I do with him is out of love." "This will be the same, only multiplied a thousand times," I said. "Now, go. Now." "What about his friend?" "I'll see to his friend," I said. The End