Date: Sun, 18 Oct 2015 21:03:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Leslie Carr Subject: Over the Garden wall Over The Garden Wall By Androgyne Don and Craig 1 After living all my life with the same neighbours next door I've found having new ones unsettling. My home is and was the home I was brought up in; and since my mother and father moved out and "Down Under" to live with my sister and her husband I've lived here alone. My neighbour on the right, no property adjoins on the left, was always Mr and Mrs Klein. They finally moved to live in sheltered accommodation and for some time their home stood empty. The "For Sale" sign was up on the front lawn for a fair while and then one day it was gone. Work was done on the house by contractors and then one day a removal van arrived and the furniture went in. I had new neighbours now and did get to meet Stan Proctor and his partner Chelsey. Stan is a landscape gardener. He's one of those men who look like he's just skin, sinew, and stringy muscle, spread over bone. Chelsey's a tall thin blonde with big breasts that look like and have to be implants. She and her guy share a liking for tattoos and piercings mainly in the ears though her lip and tongue are decorated with stuff too. I was polite because I always try to be and you don't want to deliberately get off on the wrong foot with newcomers do you? So no problem with the new family? Well just one. They have a 13 year old son named Craig and I'll admit to lying low from him. Look I'm gay and always have been but also I've always been drawn, as a boy and an adult, to other boys. Now for the first time there's one right next door. To make matters worse Craig's exactly the body type that attracts me. He's tall like his mother and father and like both of them he's on the thin side. He's tanned a deep mahogany even though the school summer holidays are just starting. His hair is dark though the ends have been bleached blonde and he wears a single jewelled stud in one earlobe. I've done my best to avoid him and keep away from temptation; I've mowed my front lawn in the evening when he wasn't around. Watching from one of my bedroom windows I've seen him in the street chatting to Stuart Cook, who lives more or less opposite, and is around his age. Stuart is such a pretty boy but I've always fought shy of him not because he's not attractive but because I don't like him! Just because somebody's physically and sexually attractive that doesn't mean you'll be drawn to them. Stuart was always a cheeky and arrogant boy and despite his charms I just remained polite with him and no more. If it seems strange for a middle aged man to seem to be scared of a 13 year old boy from next door well think about the penalties for "abusing" an underage boy. There haven't been all that many and I have always been very careful but none of the boys in my bed ever felt "abused" I'm certain! It's when I walk out into my rear garden I reach a point where I can't avoid Craig any further. That's because he's sitting atop the wall that divides my garden from the Proctor's. I almost yell at him to get off my wall before I realise that's partly his wall now. He's sure to spot me so I turn towards him and... "Hello!" He spins and turns so he's straddling the wall and then throws his other leg over so he's sitting facing me now. He's wearing a black and blue singlet of some shiny synthetic material and a pair of matching shorts. His dangling legs are tanned, long and smooth, and catch my eye. Oh hello you're Mr Travis aren't you?" "Err call me Don why don't you? You're Craig. I've met your mother and father and I've seen you around the street. Do you like it here?" "Its fine but I was just looking at your garden. Dad is gonna sort ours out, I mean that's his job, but your garden's huge!" "Yes well you see Craig my home is really two houses. Years back the house next to ours was standing empty and falling to bits so my father bought it and made one house of the two. So my garden is really two gardens." "What's all those at the bottom down there Don?" "Apple and pear trees Craig. I'll get a fine crop off them later in the year. Why don't you come round and take a look?" Why I say this I don't know. I've been doing my best to keep away from him and now I'm inviting him in! What I'm not ready for is what he does next. "No need for me to go all the way round Don!" Standing up he jumps off the wall. Now the party wall is around six or seven feet high but what he doesn't realise is that my garden is on a lower level than his so the drop is greater than it seems. Unthinking I step forward to catch him. As he drops I grab him to break his fall. Just for a few seconds I'm holding him and I can feel his warm smooth skin and smell clean sweat on him. I hold onto him longer than I really need to I'm sure but he doesn't seem at all put out. "Yikes that's higher than it looked." "Are you okay Craig?" "Yeah I'm fine. Thanks for the catch though. Can we take a tour around your garden then?" I suppose it isn't unusual for the son of a professional gardener to be interested in gardens so I show him around. At least, by the time we're heading back towards my French windows, I'm feeling at ease with Craig. That is until his next words. "Hell your place must be huge! And you live here alone? Any chance of you showing me around the house?" My head says no but my body says yes! Despite all my good intentions I'm warming to him. Personality-wise as well as body-wise. I ponder just for a second or so and then agree. "Sure why not. You're right about the size, there are three stories like yours, but I don't mind rattling around in here on my own." My kitchen gets his approval; I have it looking traditional but with all the modern gizmos built in to heavy wooden units. We go through the various lounges and I cry off showing him the double basements where my mini gym is. Upstairs I again impress him; this time with the luxury of the massive bathroom. "These are the guest bedrooms Craig. When I have guests that is!" "So where do you sleep Don?" Now I'm beginning to regret bringing him up here and I'm telling myself I must keep my hands to myself. Look but don't touch has to be the watchword. "The master bedroom, my bedroom, is the entire third floor of the house. Come on up." Craig trots lithely along behind me up the staircase and into my giant bedroom. I can live up here as easily as down in the main lounge. I have cable TV up here along with a DVD player and a multiband radio/CD/cassette and a turntable for vinyl. Craig gazes around for a while before speaking. "Jeeze this is some place and that's some bed. I've never seen black satin sheets before Don!" I think I'm blushing a bit at that remark. I'd forgotten that the bedding was partly turned down. "Well they're really comfortable to sleep between." As he replies he's giving me a long cool look. "Yeah I'll bet you're comfortable in bed." His look coupled with those words make me tense up and foolishly I place a hand on one of his biceps just below his shoulder. "Craig!" I get to say no more because, standing as close as he is to me, he just leans forward and kisses me on my lips. He's a young boy, but he doesn't kiss like a young boy, and certainly not like an innocent young boy! "Stuart said you were gay! He's right about that isn't he? Mind you he called you a gay old fart and he's wrong about the last bit." I'm shaking like a leaf from just that one skilful kiss and I have trouble getting my head straight and my words just stammer out. "I've never touched Stuart Cook!" "Of course you haven't! He told me he hates fucking queers. He doesn't know what he's missing!" So then he kisses me again just as fine a kiss but longer than the first. I'm desperately trying to hold back from doing what my body is telling me to do. However it feels like a lost cause. "Craig if your parents found out." "They aren't going to find out. I'm not going to tell them and you sure won't!" We're standing right in the centre of my luxurious bedroom nest as he steps in even closer to slide a slim thigh between mine. Smooth muscle presses against the bulge of my erection and this time *we* kiss not just him kissing me. My arms go around his body to pull him closer then my hands drop to cup his taut buttocks. We stand there kissing for who knows how long before he pushes me towards my bed. As we stumble over the parquet flooring Craig's tugging down his shorts. When we reach the edge of the bed he's pulled off his singlet and is incongruously naked but for sneakers. When we tumble onto my bed he's kicked the sneakers off and he's nude now. His cock is long and slender and rises from a groin that boasts just a sprinkling of silky black pubic hair. Before I realise what's happening one of his hands have unknotted the drawstrings of my jogging pants as the other draws my polo shirt up over my head. Craig pauses to look down at me. "Fuck you're in some kind of shape aren't you?" I don't figure he's referring to the big bulge that strains my briefs and it turns out I'm right. "Jeeze you look like an athlete in training!" I'm quite deceptive like that. I'm not a big man and I don't look formidable in everyday clothes. Years of gym work, swimming, and karate training, has left me hard and honed and toned. I lost most of my hair early so I shave my head but cultivate a small copper red goatee beard. My pubic hair is trimmed down to neat essentials, since, over the years, I've found my men and boys can do without a red jungle around my cock when they fellate me. Craig's got hold of the elasticised waistband of my briefs to ease them down my thighs and off. My cock's long like Craig's though a bit thicker and has a distinct curve. Somewhere between the centre of the room and my bed I lost the sandals I was wearing so now we're both naked and when I pull him to me the heat of his body feels feverish. My hands wander over his body caressing his flat belly and silky thighs. In turn his fingers stroke the swell of my cock and as we rouse each other we kiss frantically. All my good resolutions gone I decide we'll have the best sex possible and hang the consequences. Pinning a grinning Craig down on the counterpane I nuzzle at his neck and then nip it hard till he yelps though it's a yelp of pleasure. "Since you made the first move love you get to choose. How do you want to get off first? Make your mind up fast because I've been too long without a boy like you and I need to cum very badly too." That grin fades a little and he's just smiling now as he considers his options. "I don't get many offers like that when I'm in bed with a guy Don. But what I'd really like to do is fuck your arse if you're cool with that." This time I bite one of his nipples sharply which he likes just as much as he did the last nip. Cupping his balls I give them a brief squeeze then roll off him and my bed. "I've got the best lube you can buy so just let me fetch it and yeah I'd love you to fuck me. I hope you enjoy it too because you've a gorgeous arse. You first then me Craig!" My bedroom's panelled with oak my father salvaged from an old manor house that was being demolished. One section is an inset cupboard and a press on the jamb pops it open. The bottle I bring out is a special product. A very special and expensive lube which contains an aphrodisiac that's absorbed through the skin. This will likely be an afternoon to remember for a long time! As I return to the bed Craig's eyes are openly eyeing the erect curve of my cock that's preceding me. "I'm looking forward having that inside me when you fuck me Don!" I'm back on the bed with him and pouring out a libation onto the palm of my hand as I kiss the nape of his neck. "Here let me get plenty where we need it!" I slick him up thoroughly. Sliding back his foreskin I smooth a good amount onto his knob end then work right down to the silky pubic hairs. I use some more on my pucker and can feel the familiar tingle as the active ingredient, whatever it is that makes this stuff work, begins in fact to work. "Front or back?" I hope he gets my meaning because I'm running out of words and I'm impatient to get down to the real nitty gritty of sex with my wanton Craig. My answer is that he simply scoots around behind me! I'm on all fours and ready! He's kneeling behind me and his hands are just touching my hips when he sucks in a sharp breath. "Shit! What is this stuff? It feels like I've got a battery connected to my cock! Are you feeling it too?" Oh I'm feeling it alright and I know just what he means by the battery effect. You get an electrical tingle almost as soon as that lube hits your skin. "It's called "Greek Fire" Craig and it costs a fortune but it's worth it. So let's us both enjoy it." "Jesus yeah let's!" His hands go back to cradle my hips and next I feel the slick head of his cock sliding between my buttocks. He inches closer and his helmet presses against the pucker of my arse. A firm thrust of his slim hips and he's entering me slowly and smoothly. "Ohhh!" He moans as his slender cock goes all the way home just as I gasp with pleasure as it does. Hands locked onto me he begins his pull backs then hard thrusts and my bed creaks beneath us. I glory in the old familiar burning delight as Craig fucks me fiercely. He'll cum very fast but we have all the time we need for as much sex as we can manage. Plus with what's in that lube we've both been boosted like by a Viagra tablet! As he ploughs away I can hear his breath hissing from between clenched teeth, a grunt, a gasp, strangled words follow. "Shit you're nice and tight. I kinda thought you'd be loose with you being..." I grit out a few words of my own then. "A worn out old queer?" "Nah you're fucking hot for an old guy!" That's the end of talking for a while as Craig goes at me harder and I can tell he's close now. He's pumping frantically and then his body stiffens and he gives out a hoarse "Ah fuck"! And then he cums so hard he shudders and topples forward onto me as his hot cream spurts out to flood me. He thrusts on, short jerks, until he's spent, and just rolls off me to sprawl gazing up at the ceiling. The warm wet tingle in my rear makes me want to growl like a big cat but instead I turn and settle next to him. His lean body is streaked with sweat and his chest is rising and falling fast and then slows a little. I plant a long deep kiss on his thin lips. "So how was the old gay fart Craig?" He has his eyes shut as he grins widely. "I told you that Stuart Cook was a dimwit. If he had a brain he'd be here where I am. He's cute but he doesn't know a good thing when he sees one." "Mmmm yeah well I'm looking at a good thing right now. I don't want to sound impatient but my turn now?" He may be a sexily aggressive kid but in fact he's still only a kid. That shows when his eyes go wide and his mouth turns down in dismay. "Jesus Don I'm sorry! You must be aching for a cum." I nibble on the nipple nearest to my mouth which I know he loves and talk between tiny bites. "Well I guess I could do with a fix Craig. You stay there while I lube up and then I'll have that cum." I leave the bed and collect that bottle from the dresser I'd placed it on. I repeat the process I performed on Craig. A thick coating from my swollen helmet right down to my cock's base is applied. Then I playfully prod my new lover till he rolls over and settles face down. I pour a thin trickle onto his pucker and then use a fingertip to spread it around. My cock's throbbing with the need and the excitement and I resign myself to the fact that, like Craig, I'll cum too fast. That doesn't worry me much in truth since we have all the time we'll need for recovery and a lot more sex. Like he did I clasp his slender hips in my hands and slide my stiff cock between his taut and smooth buttocks. Just like he did I pause as the swollen end of my helmet touches his gateway and then I ease forward and into him. He's as tight back there as a drum but as my long cock enters him he apes my moans of pleasure. Burning with need I pull back and then thrust home into him again. At each pump of my hips the bed creaks even harder than before, I grunt, and Craig makes noises deep in his chest. Soon the fires are burning behind my balls and hitting the base of my cock. It will be too fast but I'm already past the point of no return and fuck him harder and faster. The fires and that electric flash herald my orgasm and as it arrives I shout out loud. "Oh Jesus yes!" My sperm feels like molten lava as it spurts out thick and creamy. Shaking like a leaf in a gale I pound on shooting fresh wads until my body gives out just like Craig's did. Now I rear up and roll over to flop onto my back. I'm sated just for now but now will likely be a short time with this boy in my bed and the aphrodisiac miracle of "Greek Fire" in my system. When my body allows me to I roll close to Craig to lie in a spoon position with him like I've done with boys since I was younger than he is now. Slipping my arms around him I nip at an earlobe then murmur in his ear. "Are you okay love? I didn't hurt you did I?" His husky giggle instantly reassures me. "Hurt me? No way! You got me turned on and up again when you fucked me. Here feel this!" Reaching back he guides my hand round to his crotch and sure enough his cock has stiffened up fully. Whether my cock or the lube did it I don't know or care but I'm pleased the magic's working. "I'm glad you're ready again love because I want to suck your cock and find out what your cum tastes like. Just give me a while to get myself together and I'll show you how good I am at giving head. Now do you mind if we talk a while before we do each other again?" "Sure whatever you say!" "Have you got a boyfriend Craig?" He giggles softly at my words. "A boyfriend? Well Don more like boyfriends. I like to get it while I can." "Nobody special then?" He wriggles his taut arse back against me and already that's enough to get my cock tingling and hardening. "Well I suppose you could say Sammy Orr was a bit special. He's like me; a real get it while you can boy." "So what's happened with him?" "Well moving here meant I had to move school so I won't get to see him much if at all now." I'm enjoying getting a picture of Craig's sex life and talking about it is getting me horny all over again. "What about men?" "Well you're a man and you're pretty hot!" "No I mean any other men than me?" He turns his head to look over his shoulder at me and this time looks just a little serious. "Men tend to be careful around boys like me Don. They get scared of ending up in gaol as a "paedo" don't they? There've been a couple or so though." "Did you ever get fucked by a teacher Craig? Come on and spill the beans." Talking dirty like this has got me fully up and hard again and my erection's pressed up against the crease of Craig's buttocks. His hand reaches back and guides my hand around to his hard-on again. "Thinking about it get you up does it? Yeah I went down on my gym master then fucked him up the arse in a storage room. Jesus Don go down on me cos' my cock feels like it's gonna burst if you don't." "Your wish is my command love!" Rolling him onto his back I settle between his widespread thighs and take hold of his stiff cock. With my thumb and forefinger I slide back his foreskin to free his swollen and cherry red helmet. I let a stream of saliva trickle from my lips onto that lovely cock. Slipping my arms under his thighs I clasp his lean hips as I take his cock into my mouth. Clamping my lips tight on the barrel of his cock I bob my head up and down in smooth strokes. As I hit a rhythm Craig's belly ripples and his rear end shifts restlessly on my black satin sheets. "Oh shit that feels good!" His hands are clasping my head to urge me to go faster but I keep the pace though pause occasionally to slide my tongue tip over that sensitive knob end. Each time I do Craig gasps and heaves his hips up at me to thrust his cock deeper. I can feel it just before he orgasms! His panting breaths become faster and faster and his entire body shudders. Seconds later he cums hugely! His silky hot cum jets into my mouth and with each thrust of his hips another wad delightfully floods my mouth. I greedily drink down his cream until I've sucked him dry. Freeing my mouth, with a wet pop, from his glistening cock, I lean on an elbow to smile at him. "I guess the old gay fart can go down on a boy pretty good then? His long dark lashes are lowered and he's looking at me from beneath them. "Jesus yeah you suck cock something special Don." He shivers as a sudden bead of white cream oozes from the slit of his still semi erect cock. I drop my tongue down to it to lap it up. At that touch Craig moans softly. "Craig love I want to, no I'd love to fuck you again, only this time from the front. If you're not sore I'm ready now." He interlaces his fingers behind his head and smiles lazily at me. "Sore no? Ready yes and any time you want." He spreads his thighs wider and lifts his legs to allow me access as I ease forward between his buttocks. Lubricated with a mix of "Greek Fire" and my cum cream I push my way deep into his welcoming tightness and clamp hold of his smooth muscled thighs. I'm as aroused as I've been for years by his lean smooth skinned body as I hammer my cock in and out like a machine. I last a lot longer this time! My hard body's sweating lightly as the first heat rises from my balls to climb the hard rod of my cock. Ploughing him even harder though slower I let out a hoarse roar of release as my cum explodes into him like an erupting volcano. My eyes are screwed shut as I grunt and moan out the final ecstasy of a magnificent orgasm. Drained dry I lay collapsed upon Craig till he stirs and somehow manages to roll me off him and onto my back. Moments later he's laid across me kissing my mouth feverishly while stroking my body with his eager hands. "Jesus Don I never felt anyone cum so hard. Are we done?" "Mmmm maybe not with you here love. How do you feel about one more go around?" Pillowed on my chest he smiles at me wickedly. "Well just maybe I can but I'll need a little encouragement. How about you?" "Me too love so why don't we play with each other's cocks and see what happens?" His long supple fingers close around my cock while my hand reaches out to stroke and caress his. I trail my fingers over the silky skin of his inner thighs and the velvet flesh of the sack that holds his balls. Before too long the effects of my work becomes apparent. His slender cock has stiffened and gone erect. It takes me a little longer and some more vigour from Craig. "Harder love you'll have to go harder!" Soon after that though his hand works its magic and I'm hardening nicely. "Ah that's good Craig love. Now for a finish up how about we have a 69er? I've drunk your cum so it's time you tasted mine." Craig's sat up on my bed toying with his hard-on and gazing at my now full blown one. "So how good do I taste Don?" "Like honey and cream love believe me!" "Sorry I don't believe that but I sure want to swallow your cum!" I stretch out flat on my bed so that Craig can straddle my head. As his cute arse lowers I first use my tongue on that pucker I've entered twice now. When my tongue tip explores it he shivers all over. Cupping his buttocks in the palms of my hands I ease him down until his cock passes between my lips. When that's done his head bows down and my cock's deep inside his mouth. We're like one body welded together as we suck on each other and lap and lick at bloated cock helmets. I need to cum so badly my rigid cock aches fiercely while Craig's head bobs up and down like a machine. In turn I suck on him as I wrap my arms around his body and lock my legs around his neck. It's like I have him in a wrestling hold as he bucks hard and fires off his load into my mouth. With his thick cream pumping out I finally get the relief I desperately need and my orgasm explodes in a glorious electrical blast as my juice sprays into Craig's mouth. Locked together we work away till we've drained each other dry. He's barely the strength left to roll off me and onto his back. I've barely the strength to speak; but I do! "I'm done love! This gay old fart needs a rest. Like a week's rest the way I feel now." "Me too Don. I reckon you could rub that lube all over me and I still couldn't get it up again. What time is it?" The only thing I've got on is my wrist watch so I can hold out my arm for him to read the time. Craig looks woozy but he manages to sit up. "Jesus has time flown! I guess I better get back home." "First you shower Craig love. This room smells of nothing but cum cream. Oh and we shower separately just in case things get steamy in the shower." I get my legs under me as I step off the bed, tug him to his feet, and slap that lovely taut rear to get him moving. After we're both cleaned up and I've cologne sprayed us both we get dressed. "I'll let you out the front door if you can get into yours." "You've seen what I'm wearing Don I haven't got a door key. I'll have to go over the garden wall." So I walk him back down and into my garden and tote a rustic wooden bench over and up against the wall for him to stand on. Before he goes though I really need to ask him the crucial question so I do just that and ask. "Are we going to do this again Craig?" "Jesus of course we are Don. I love having sex and you're an A+ in bed. I can come over the garden wall any time you're ready. I'll give you my cell phone number so you can text me for our next session." I stand on that bench and give Craig a boost up onto the top of the wall were he sits facing me and all of a sudden I can see his face fall. "What's up Craig?" "Oh Jesus I just remembered. On Monday me and mum and dad are going away on holiday to Florida for three weeks. Bugger I forgot all about it with what we got up to. I'm real sorry, gotta go, it's only three weeks and when I'm back we'll make up for lost time." He drops out of sight and I'm standing there thinking that I've just found the hottest sexiest boy I've had in my bed for years and in two days I lose him for three weeks. How am I going to stand three weeks without my new boy Craig?