From: an522242@anon.penet.fi (boys-stir-us (boisterous)) Reply-To: an522242@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 7 Jul 1996 16:20:16 UTC Subject: Rooms With A View (M/b, pedo) Warning: The following fictional story contains depctions of men and boys engaged in sexual activity. If you are under 18 years of age or would be offended by material of this nature, please read no further-- I didn't write it for you anyway. If you find stories of this nature appealing and if you are able to separate fantasy (such as this story) from reality, this one's for you. As always, comments welcome, though, I've got pretty thick skin, so don't bother flaming me. Rooms With A View By Boys-stir-us Alan's second story bedroom window was just across from Jeremy's. He had lived in the house for six months before he had been in the bedroom early enough to notice the boy preparing for bed. Earlier that evening he had seen Jeremy playing catch with the baseball in his backyard. A friend of his was spending the night. Alan was just getting an X-rated gay video from the stash under his bed when he saw movement across the way. He quickly shut the light off in his own bedroom and crept to the window. The shades--even the window itself--were open. The overhead light was on, and within he could see the two boys standing toe to toe in their Hanes having a pillow fight. Less than 25 feet separated the two houses, so Alan could see quite well--well enough to know that Jeremy had a very small erection bulging from his shorts. The older kid did not. Alan knelt at the window and touched his own erection, confident that he could not be seen by the boys. A moment later the door opened and Jeremy's mother entered. Alan could hear her scold the boys. They both laughed and acted nonchalant about being caught in their underpants. Even with an obvious erection, Jeremy did not seem upset. Then the lights were shut off and he could no longer see into the boy's bedroom. Jeremy was a handsome boy who had just finished fourth grade. He had shoulder length, straight brown hair and freckles across the bridge of his petite nose. His body was sleek and tanned, with no trace of body fat. It was the summer of his 10th year. The kid was sort of brash and high energy. Alan often heard his parents reprimanding him for not following rules or using common sense. The kid was, in the very least, self-confident. After that night, Alan made it a point to be in his bedroom with the lights out when the boy went to bed. He thrilled to the sight of the vibrant young body. The boy slept in his Hanes, apparently changing them in the morning (if at all), rather than at night. One night the boy was sitting on his bed in his underpants reading a comic book. Alan was at the window with field glasses, which enabled him to see every wrinkle of the boy's shorts. Without warning Alan sneezed. The boy was startled and he looked keenly at the open window. Alan stayed frozen in place, hoping the kid couldn't see him. The boy went back to reading but he kept looking at the window. After a minute, the boy shifted his weight and Alan could plainly see the outline of his 3 inch erection. After a few minutes, the mom again entered the room and Jeremy calmly covered his crotch with his comic book. Soon afterward, the light was shut off. The very next night, Jeremy sat on the bed in his underpants reading a comic book. He was sitting cross legged. Alan was nervous because the kid looked at the window several times. Still, wild horses could not have dragged him away from the window. Jeremy put the book on his pillow, then slipped his underwear off. He quickly rolled onto his stomach. Alan got a brief glimpse of the boy's circumcised erection. From the profile view he got, he could see that the boy's buttocks were surprisingly rounded and shapely. Jeremy wiggled his hips into the mattress quite a bit. Then he slipped one leg off the bed and Alan could see the boy's enticing cleft. Crouching in the dark with field glasses trained on the boy's hairless buttocks, he began to rub his adult erection. Then the kid awkwardly slid up and shut off the bedroom light. The way he moved kept Alan from seeing the boy's erection. Then the kid came to the window and stood very still before it. In the dim light, he could see the boy was holding his cock. He was looking right at Alan. Alan slid back from the window a little deeper into the shadows. His pulse raced. After a few minutes, the boy got a look of disappointment on his face and went to his bed. He did not turn his light back on. Alan rested poorly that night. All he could think about was the spunky 10 year old next door. Alan was in the back yard the next day digging thistles from his thick lawn. They lived on the edge of a pasture and thistles were a constant problem. As he knelt and dug to get the roots from a well established thistle, he became aware of someone standing behind him. When he looked up, his heart nearly burst. Jeremy stood right next to him wearing Speedo swimwear and nothing else. The boy's nylon covered crotch was at eye level and Alan quickly noted the small but enticing bulge. He looked further, past the yet undeveloped, slender stomach lines that showed the organization of his internal organs. The boy's ribs were like inward turned birds wings. His nipples were mere specks of darker flesh--small areolas and even smaller erect nubs. There was no hair on his legs, none under the slender arms, none on his vibrant cheeks. There was a big smile on his face. "Mr. Weston, can I help you?" "Why would you want to do that, Jeremy?" "Bored, I guess. Mom and Dad are gone for the afternoon and I've got nothing to do." "It looks like you are going swimming." "Naw. I just hate wearing clothes. Sometimes I wish I never had to wear them." Alan couldn't forget the crotch right in front of him even if he had wanted to. That crotch, and the supple glowing flesh of the pre- teen boy made him bold enough to say, "I know what you mean. I don't usually wear clothes around the house." "Really?" "Only when it's hot of course." "Wow. So instead of a nudist camp, you've got like a nudist house, right?" "Not really," Alan said, dropping his hand shovel. "I only go nude when I'm home alone. When people come to visit, we all wear clothes." "Oh," the boy said in a disappointed sigh. Then he perked up again. "Our bedrooms are right across from each other. Did you know that?" Alan felt his cheeks flush. "Yes, I guess I did." "Don't get mad at me, but sometimes I look to see if I can catch you undressing." "Why would you do that?" In his mind, Alan reached out and groped the boy's crotch. In reality he looked hungrily at it, then looked away. "Well, I'm really skinny and still a kid. I was thinking I could get an idea of what I'll look like once I'm all grown up. Especially, you know. . .my cock." Alan couldn't think of a response because he was so shocked by the boy's bold and crude language. "Hey, Jeremy!" a voice called from the boy's driveway. It was Eric, an older friend who looked perhaps 12 years old, on his bicycle. "Hi," the boy answered. "I'll be right there." He rubbed his crotch. "I guess I've gotta go." He took a couple of steps, then turned again. "Do you ever look into my room?" Alan almost denied it. He didn't, though, because he was getting strong sexual overtones from the kid. "Well, maybe I do sometimes," he admitted shyly. "My dad says it's wrong to peek at other people, but maybe it wouldn't be wrong if they took turns." "Jeremy!" Eric called impatiently. "Don't get your balls in an uproar," Jeremy called to his friend. "Anyway," he said to Alan, "I've got to go." "I'll look forward to seeing you more." "Cool," the kid said, striding across the lawn, his scantily clad buttocks bouncing with his energetic stride. Alan called after him, emphasizing his words, "Maybe tonight." His head was spinning andhe felt a recoil of terror from his lust- enhanced boldness. The boy turned and quickly reached a hand down the front of his Speedos to adjust himself. He smiled, knowing that the man had seen him do it. "I'd like that." And the kid was gone. Alan forced himself to dig more thistles out by the root, though kneeling on the ground was much less comfortable with a raging erection. He heard Eric say to his younger friend, "Jesus, you're almost naked." "Let's go inside and get rid of that 'almost' bullshit," the boy responded loudly. "Your folks ain't home?" "We've got a couple of hours." They disappeared into the back door of Jeremy's house. Alan wished he could follow them. His instincts told him there was going to be some masturbation going on in there. That night Alan read in his bedroom until Jeremy turned on the light in his room. Alan walked around a little, then shut the light out. Jeremy quickly stripped to his underwear and found reasons to walk back and forth across the room. Alan crept to the window and raptly watched the lithe body parade before him. After a few minutes, the boy went to the wall switch and shut off the light. Alan crouched in the darkness until he realized the boy stood at the window. Though he knew it was a dangerous game, he felt no choice. He had to play. He went to the wall switch for the overhead light in his room and turned it on. Then he took off his shirt and pants and walked back and forth in the room. He had no doubt that the boy had his face against the screen watching him. He stopped in front of the window, and staring right at the dark bedroom window next door, he rubbed his crotch. He felt as though his erection would burst. Then he turned his back, stripped off his underwear, and walked to the light switch, showing his hairy butt. He turned it off and crept back to the window. A few seconds later, the light went on next door. Jeremy sat on the bed, rubbing himself through his Hanes. Then he stood, turned his back to the window and stripped his shorts off. Alan gaze lustily upon the pale and slender globes of flesh the boy presented to him. Jeremy walked to the center of the room and stood with his hands on his hips and his pelvis thrust forward so his proud three inch erection was displayed for Alan's eyes. The glans was a perfect miniature of his own--though the boy's was exposed, unlike Alan's. He thrust his hips obscenely a few times, then he went to the light switch and again turned it off. Alan was nearly mad with lust. He turned on the overhead light in his room and stood with his hard cock proudly displayed. After a moment, he began rubbing it, slowly manipulating his erection for the boy's watching eyes. It felt good and he found himself giving in and stroking fully on his uncut cock. He decided he would ejaculate for the boy. He was stunned a moment later when he heard the doorbell. He quickly got dressed and was on the stairs when the doorbell rang a second time. He turned the light on the front porch but there was no one there. He shut off the light and rushed to the back door, which entered through the kitchen. He peered out through the curtain on the door and saw Jeremy standing there. Without turning on the light, he swung the door open. "Hi," the fully dressed boy said pleasantly. "Hi. Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" "Mom's got friends over and they're busy getting drunk. I told her I was going to the convenience store on the corner to get a candy bar. Can I come in?" "Sure," he said, grabbing the boy's wrist and pulling him quickly across the threshold. He locked the door securely behind them. He turned to face the boy who leered confidently at him. "You look a lot like my uncle. He is pretty hairy and his cock has that extra skin, too." "Your uncle," he asked, puzzled. "I visited him in California last summer. He taught me about sex." "Jesus," Alan said, running his hand through his hair. "I miss him a lot. Messing around with Eric ain't the same. All he wants to do is beat off. He's a kid and he don't know what to do. He freaked out when I tried to suck him. Called me a queer. Besides, he has a little cock like me." "Well, are you a queer?" He asked the question in a neutral, matter-of-fact voice. The boy looked up sharply, and in an almost defiant voice said, "I miss my uncle a lot. If that makes me gay, then I guess I'm gay." Then he stared pointedly at Alan. "What about you?" "I have no doubts about being gay," Alan said quietly. "Well then, want to go to your bedroom? Only tonight, please pull the shade." Alan laughed. "Follow me," he said simply and bounced up the stairs with the 10 year old boy at his heels. He pulled the shade and turned to the handsome boy. "What sort of things did you and your uncle do?" "Well, we were only together for two weeks, but I think we did almost everything." Alan pulled his tee shirt off. "Did you suck his nipples?" Jeremy wrinkled his nose, losing just a touch of his self- confidence. "No." The boy squared off to the man and pulled his shirt off, also. "But I did suck his balls, and mostly his cock." Alan liked the kid's matter of fact attitude toward his questions. The slender man unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. "And did he suck you?" "He jacked me off a few times." "Did you eat his come?" Alan stripped off his jeans and shorts and stood in the center of the well lighted room with an oozing, throbbing 6 inch erection. Because of its girth it looked much larger than Jeremy's. The boy stared open-mouthed for a moment, then licked his lips. "For the first 7 or 8 days. Then he started coming up my butt. He liked that a lot more." The boy slid his jogging shorts off and stood naked before the man, his hands at his sides to display his slender three inch erection. His body trembled in anticipation. He had a pink, floppy scrotum and no pubic hair. The smooth flesh over his pubic bone was slightly rounded, adding just a touch of feminine appeal to his narrow hips. "So, do you want me to suck you or would you rather stick it in me?" "You sound like you're in a hurry." "Well. . .I did tell Mom I was going to the store. That usually only takes about five minutes. If I take too long, she'll give me hell." Alan stepped closer to the boy and reached out to touch his nipple. "M-m-m," the kid said as he smiled. The kid was about 4' 10" and Alan was only 5' 10", so they were not standing eye to eye.. Alan grabbed his own cock in one hand and the boy's slender cock in his other. By bending at the knees, he was able to bring the knobs together, producing yet another murmur of pleasure from the oversexed 10 year old as his foreskin moved like silk on the kid's purple knob. "I don't think I can decide," Alan said somewhat dreamily. "Which one would make you come back for more?" "Either way. You're so cool looking!?" Jeremy's voice was sounding reedy. He was staring at the tips of their erections as they rubbed together in frictionless heat. The man was oozing amazing amounts of natural lubricant--clear pre-come. He poked the kid's smaller glans inside his foreskin. "Cool!" Jeremy exclaimed. "Well, how about if I suck you?" "You mean it? Really?" The boy's smile showed beautiful, though seemingly oversized front teeth. Alan dropped to his knees and the kid was almost instantly clawing at Alan's hair and straining onto his tiptoes. Alan licked the length of the shaft, conforming his tongue to the smooth column of still-developing manhood. He tickled behind the hairless balls and the kid groaned. When Alan became afraid the kid would orgasm instantly, he quickly engulfed the smooth, over-inflated purple glans into his mouth and suctioned hard. When the kid gasped but didn't shoot, Alan began to work his tongue and lips on the glans and about two inches of the shaft. "I'm gonna come, Mister. Oh, oh, oh, Oh! Oh! AGH!" And the kid went over the edge, as his dry orgasm sent powerful messages to the boy's brain. Alan kept sucking until the sensation became too intense and the kid began tugging and saying, "Stop. Shit, please stop!" Alan swallowed and stood up. The boy looked at him with a glazed, disoriented expression. He smiled. "Thank you, Mister." "I just took your cock in my mouth. I think you can call me Alan." "You've got a nice cock, Alan," the boy cooed as he grasped the stout member in his small fist. Just then they both jumped as they heard voices and the slamming of car doors. They both went to the window in time to see a car pull out of Jeremy's driveway. "Shit. I've got to go. Sorry to leave you like this." "That's okay as long as you come back tomorrow." Jeremy was stumbling into his jeans. "If I can." "If you don't I'll die." At the bedroom doorway, Jeremy turned and chirped in his just-changing voice, "I'll be in my room in a minute or so. When I turn off my light, will you jack off for me?" Surprised, all Alan could manage was, "Okay." He sat on the bed and though he did not stroke himself, he could not help but hold his throbbing cock. It was about three minutes before the light went on in his bedroom and the boy came prancing in. He smiled at the window in the darkened bedroom across the way. Alan's cock surged even more. Then the kid was naked and his dick was hard again. He sat on the bed and stroked it a little. Then he stood, facing away from the window and stuck his butt way out. Using both hands, he tugged his cheeks wide apart, giving an unabashedly lewd view to his neighbor. One of his fingers edged closer and closer to his pink target. Alan thought he would spontaneously ejaculate as the boy slid his middle finger into his rectum without lubricant. He wiggled it around some, then pulled it out and shut off the bedroom light. Alan flipped on the overhead light in his room, then went to the center of the floor, his cock in one hand. He flailed at it with near desperation. His orgasm was only a minute or so away. His balls were tight and barely bouncing as his hand rode the skin of his cock. He was surprised to notice a light dancing around the room. He looked across the way and saw that Jeremy had a big flashlight and was trying to hold the beam on Alan's cock, like a spotlight. Alan walked right up to the screen on the window and shot his load into it. Because of its thickness, the semen did not pass through like water would have. Thick clumps slid down the screen to puddle on the sill. When he was finished, globs remained on the screen and the light caught them. He heard Jeremy say, "Wow." Then it was lights out in both bedrooms. Alan sat up in bed in fear. He had heard a noise. He looked at the clock beside his bed. It was 4:30 a.m. Then he heard it again, a squeaking sound, like someone was climbing the stairs. He remembered that the kid had left and he had not gone to lock the door behind him. Pulling on his underpants, he stealthily went down the stairs and checked the back door. It was unlocked. He locked it, then went back to his bedroom, navigating carefully in the dark. He had just settled onto the bed and turned on the lamp on the nightstand when Jeremy, naked and aroused, walked into the room. He was carrying a jar of Vaseline in his hand. "Jeremy," Alan said, his tone not entirely a greeting. "Sorry I couldn't wait. Just grease my butt while I get you hard." He handed the Vaseline to Alan, then pushed on the man's hairy chest. Alan lay back, already feeling his cock filling with blood. The kid climbed into what might have become a 69 position had he not pressed his own erection into the man's chest hairs. Jeremy's slender legs were spread wide and by craning his neck, Alan could see the boy's very tight looking anus. Jeremy instantly began licking the man's cock and balls. When Alan brought his hand across the smooth, velveteen flesh of the boy's butt, he didn't stop until his fingertip touched the orifice. Upon contact the boy lifted his head and moaned in pleasure. He had a firm grip on Alan's suddenly-hard cock. A moment later, he tried to take the man's cock into his mouth. All he could get was the glans. He began licking and sucking vigorously. Alan just sat and held on for dear life for a moment. Then he got a big gob of Vaseline on one finger and began rubbing the length of the boy's crack. When he slid a finger inside the rectum, Jeremy jumped, sending the cock too deep and making him gag. He recovered quickly, and began wiggling his hips. Alan worked the finger in and out, amazed at how small the opening was. Alan was mashing his own erection and balls into the man's hairy chest. He inserted two fingers. The boy's butt was tight yet it was quick to accommodate the second finger. The kid was eager. He lifted his head from the oozing cock and asked, "How do you want me?" Alan scissored his two fingers in the tight passage. He had never fucked a kid and was amazed at how much smaller a boy's opening was than an adult's. "What do you mean?" "On my back, hands and knees, standing up?" He was stroking the man's wet cock and wiggling his butt against the two invading fingers. "Face down," Alan grunted. Without removing his fingers, he partly lifted the boy and slid out from under him. He quickly moved into position over the boy. Jeremy lay on his stomach with his legs spread wide. His head was turned to the side and he looked innocent. But he was vulnerable and had fully surrendered. His eyes were wide and his lips were glistening and parted. Alan eased his fingers out and greased his erection with Vaseline. His balls were pulled tight and were churning mightily. He hunkered down to bring his glans into the boy's cleft. The spread cheeks touched his glans on either side, so he had to burrow a little to connect with Jeremy's anus. As he steadily applied pressure, Jeremy let out a soft moan in his not-yet adult voice. Alan continued to press but still made no penetration. He was afraid his shaft would snap in two. "You're too tight," Alan said at last, easing off the pressure. "You're about the same size as my uncle. . .you just have to sort of poke at it." "I don't want to hurt you," Alan said huskily. Despite his orgasm from jacking off, he was very aroused. He rubbed his glans up and down the crack. "Do it. Fuck me, Alan." Alan didn't need further encouragement. He poised for entry, then jabbed forward sharply, driving his fat cock into the boy's tight orifice. The kid cried out and thrashed his arms and legs, tossing his head from side to side. Alan kept the two inches of his cock inside the kid, but waited for him to get used to it before pressing forward. Jeremy's cries faded to whimpers. Then the kid began lifting his hips to press against the cock, propelling it slightly deeper. Alan assisted the process, pressing into the fist-tight hole. He pressed forward until his progress slowed, then withdrew a little. when he pressed forward again, Jeremy mewled like a happy cat. Alan went to the hilt in a slow and steady plunge. He ground his pubic bone into the boy's tail bone. With one hand, he grabbed Jeremy's hair to pull his head to one side, then licked across his ear. His passion became paramount, so he released the boy's hair and put his weight on both hands. He began gyrating his hips. Jeremy said, "That feels good." Alan needed no further encouragement. He began bucking his hips to propel his cock inward in a strong thrust. The hot pressure on his cock was the greatest sensation he'd ever experienced. At the bottom of each thrust, the boy grunted in pain and pleasure. Alan was grateful that he had orgasmed earlier in the day, for it made this experience last longer. Jeremy was noisy with cooing and moaning in his enthusiastic surrender to the mighty phallus as the experience filled up his senses. The pain and pleasurable tingles in his anal region were even more dramatic than when his uncle had fucked him. Of course, his uncle had been much less gentle about the process. And Alan seemed to keep fucking for ever. His uncle had never lasted more than 4 or 5 minutes. The erection the boy had lost upon penetration gradually returned. It chafed against the sheets as his ass was rocked, sending even more electric tingles of pleasure to his brain. The loud creaking of the bed springs increased in tempo as did the boy's whimpers, coos, and moans. As the passion became white hot and Alan could no longer relax his muscles, the headboard began banging against the wall. The last dozen thrusts before his ejaculation were totally unrestrained. He drove into the kid with flesh slapping intensity. Then he threw his head back, cried out, and spurted his seed into the 10 year old boy's rectum. When his passion passed, Alan rolled onto his side, pulling the kid with him so his slackening cock remained inside the boy. His fingers closed around the boy's erection and he began to work the cock with a fluid motion. Jeremy said, "Jesus," and a moment later he stopped breathing and Alan could feel the pressure on his cock as the boy's sphincter (and every other muscle) clenched. His 80 pound frame spasmed in an intense dry orgasm. Alan kept stroking the cock until Jeremy had to grab his hand. Eventually the boy got to his feet. Alan felt too weak to even come to a sitting position. Jeremy smiled an impish smile and said, "I can hardly wait till tomorrow!" THE END If you like it let me know. If you sort of like it let me know. If you ignore me, I'll go away.