Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2023 01:12:49 +0000 From: CraigsMyth <1craigs.mith@proton.me> Subject: gay / adult youth - Pervy Neighbor 5 Like all stories, this is fictional. All characters are fictional. Nothing is real. Keep the server forges burning. Pervy Neighbor 5 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ++++++ I stroll into the big little yard. It is a small yard, but big enough for Larry. I never dressed from my moving into my father's spot. I am wearing sneakers. Well, and ankle socks too. I never really know what to expect when I walk into Larry's compound. Sometimes he is dressed like a regular person, even though he isn't a regular anything. Sometimes he wears shorts and a Tee and other times his nude. Sometimes he's hard, even. Other times he wears a kilt. It's black with folds in it. I just never know when I walk in there. One time I caught him masturbating. He stopped that time and put on shorts. I am not offended anytime I walk in there. What made me so bold as to streak across the country neighborhood riding my bike and wearing only my shoes, I can't really say. I walk into his compound, my chest out and I think I might have even had some swagger. I enter and call out, "Larry!" I notice there's a round very large canvas tent sitting there. That's new. Larry's head pops out from behind. "Andre." Larry says, sees my nakedness and immediately I see him change to worry. I think, 'Uh-oh.' I don't know what's wrong, but I've done something, or am doing something. "Larry." I say and a lady's face comes around the tent. She looks to about middle aged and is dressed very casually with pants and white blouse. "Oh shit." I say. My hand finds my junk and it covers. She smiles, but then another face appears. I recognize him from somewhere. Before I can piece it together, he says, "Andre!" Now my mind races. "What the fuck?" I say without thinking. "Andre. I didn't know you lived here." The boy with green eyes says. The memory hits me. "Beau? What are you doing here?" I ask. "We are dropping off a Yurt. Yah? You are naked. You have a sauna? In the summer?" Beau says. The quick thought flashes through my head, a guy from a country that's not here. I think and an answer comes, "Um, no. There's a pool. I swim." The oddities of this answer spin through my mind. In other countries nudity is legal. Nudity is usual. Some governments have allowed people to be human. This guy, Beau, comes from there. "Sorry Ma'am." I turn to his mom. "What?" She is confused. I look over to Larry. His face runs through a bunch of emotions. I can't tell, revulsion, discomfort, confusion and amusement. "I'm sorry." I repeat, "I wasn't expecting company." I play it like I live here. "Sorry for what?" She asks. I can't tell what emotion or what thing passed through my mind at that moment. I take my hand off my junk. I let it out. I is a pretty good example of the male existence. I lock onto her eyes. She doesn't look. She doesn't try. I almost shake my head in disbelief. "He works with me." Beau's voice cuts through. I feel Larry's eye's dance and cut through the people. He is trying to figure out the same thing as me. What. The. Fuck. "You did a good job stocking." I say. That is the lamest thing to say ever. Considering I'm standing naked with a hot boy, his mom and my friend, I allow myself the indulgence of being stupid. "You swim? We must go sometime. I am new to Canada. I think it will be fun." Beau said. I remembered him being completely quiet, reserved and had totally disregarded him. Now he seemed super nice and eager to make new friends. "Sure. We can swim. Most of the time, though, we wear bathing suits." I say aware that the hypocrisy of the situation it way too evident. "Yeah." he smiles. He has walked and has made his way to beside me. He puts his arm around my shoulder, completely aware I'm butt fucking naked and doesn't seem to care one iota. He continues,"Us too, except when we are with family or at home. All is good Andres." He says my name wrong. "Andre." I smile and relax. Being caught naked by these people is okay, "I am surprised you are here. What?" I didn't have to say anything more, Beau says, "Yeah. My Mom sells tents. Your dad bought a tent." I might have winced at the word. Beau catches it, "He is your dad?" His question is honest. "No." I say, "He's my neighbor." I suck in some air. Maybe it is honest air, because I add, "My Dad is a drug addict and left us." "I'm sorry." His answer was without bias and judgment. He doesn't stare at my junk. Apparently my protective hand has become just a hand. In that moment, he gains my trust. I feel it. He is a human. He is a human who likes me. He is a human who connects with me. He is someone I can trust. I ask, "Do people from your country--" "Norway." He interrupts. "Do all the people in Norway have the same view of--" I flourish my hand around my uncircumcised cock bouncing in the wild. He laughs. It's interesting to see the uptight store clerk laugh. His green eyes are filled with mirth and he says, "We are not so hung up over a little bit of skin. Not like here." "We have to go, Beau. Give Andre your number and you too can meet up later. Tak, err rather that is our word for thanks." They leave. I want clothes now that they are gone, for some reason. I pull on outside shorts and a shirt. Comando feels fine. Larry get's us each a beer. The Samual Adams goes down really smooth. I feel myself sob. I don't know why. I just start crying. Larry holds me. His strong arms are around me and I just sob and cry. He says a few things, "It's okay. It's alright. There there. Let it out." The warmth of his hug is my consolation, I guess. I finally run out of tears. My sobbing slows and finally I breath. My face wet, my nose is full of snot and I feel a little better. Larry holds me tight and finally lets me go. "Let's get you cleaned up." He says. I don't wait for him to find something, but pull my wrecked shirt off and use it to wipe my moisture off. I blow my nose into it. Larry takes me over to the couch and I find myself watching some stupid repeat with a cold beer in my hand. He puts his arm around my shoulders and snuggles into me. I let him. We watch about half of the show in silence and then quietly talks into my ear, "You had a pretty good melt down there. Don't worry. I do it all the time." "Thanks." My voice is crusty. "You seem to be over the most of it." Larry unwraps his arm from my bare shoulders, "C'mon. I will show you your new quarters." "Quarters?" "Sorry. I am watching too much space shows. I will show you to your digs. You can stay here as long as you want, eat all the food you want, and drink until you find oblivion. I'm your friend and I understand that your life is hard, but I'll be here to help you as much as I can." "What?" I ask. I don't really understand any of this. We feel connected, but he's old and should be flabby. I shake my head. My emotions roil inside of me and I feel another sob build. I take a deep breath and I force it to evaporate. He holds my hand and brings me to the yurt. It's a round tent. I duck through the cloth door. A double bed sat in the middle and that was it. "This will keep the rain off and mosquitos out." Larry smiled. "Blankets? Pillow?" I feel my voice starting to come back. We spend the rest of the day hanging out. I swim a little. I drink a beer. And another. A bottle of spicy booze shows up and I start in. I drink and cry more. I find other bottles. I lose my memory somewhere along the way. The tent begins to warm. I roll around. I am in a bed. Somewhere. It takes me a couple moments to remember some of what happened yesterday. There is puke on the grass in the tent. It stinks. My bedding stinks. My bodily functions have been removed from my memory and now the physical clues make me wonder what the fuck I really did. My head pounds. I need to piss. I don't even have a boner this morning. It is going to be a bad day. I get up. I find some underwear and put it on, probably backwards, I don't care. "Woah! There's my man." Larry smiles, I frown and cover my eyes from the sun. It hurts my head. Larry continues, "Let's get you fixed up. I have some pain pills and I'll push play on the coffee. I've been expecting you to wake up an hour ago. You drank, my friend, a lot. I should be impressed. I almost thought about taking you to the hospital for alcohol poisoning." I moan in reply. "Here, boy. Drink this." He hands me some red juice. I sip and then gulp. He refills my cup and hands me some pills. He says, "You need to piss, shower and I will get breakfast going." He points to the shower. There's an outdoor shower in his yard. I climb out of my shorts and into the shower. The hot water washes away the stink, I think. I'm dirty and done. Naked wet and clean, I find my pack abandoned in the middle of the yard. I brush my teeth. "Soups up." Larry announces. I sit down and eat eggs, bacon, waffles with strawberries and the coffee is black, hot, sweet and thick. I eat. I ask, "I was bad?" Larry laughs, "I've not seen worse. You drank everything and barfed, shat and pissed cried more and I put you to bed about two." "Sorry." I mumble. "For what? Being human? Your family is decimated and it is a lot to deal with. But look forward, Andre. Look forward. You got a cute guy who is into you at work and a girlfriend who likes to fuck. You are young and you had a hiccup. You drank and now it's today." "I guess." My mood improves a little. The food hits the stomach and the cafine runs into veins. I feel a bit better. "You need," Larry says, "To get on with life. You are up for work today?" "Late shift. Four to nine." It takes a moment to remember. "Okay. I'll launder everything. Your body expunged a lot of liquid last night. Drink the red juice. Lots. Piss lots. Live long." He begins to clear up the dishes and begins washing, "You have two hours. It's two o'clock. You slept." I find some clothes in my pack. I dress. I'm not going nude again, too much emotional stress. I pedal home. I say home, but I mean the place I used to live before. I don't think of it as home. My family is scattered. I have no family. I pick up more of my clothes. The office that is now my room seems dark and emotionless. I pull more clothes out and stuff them into my back pack. I get my car. The old blue rusty junky import starts. I drive to Larry's. I park. He has laundry going and hands me a sandwich. I go to work. Beau sees me. He says, "Andre!" he visibly lights up. His bright even white teeth sparkle and his eyes get greener, if that's even possible. He runs the till and I do work stuff. It's mostly boring. I think about Beau's reaction. He is reserved with everyone. He's gorgeous. There is no getting around that. He says little, and then gushes. I was naked in front of him. And his Mom. My mind wanders through my shift. I sell the stuff, I make change, I take payment and stock shelves. The store closes. I walk out to my car. The air is cool. I want to see Larry and go home. "Hey." I hear Beau. He has a bit of a squeaky voice. I turn, "Yo." I say. "You have supper tonight?" He asks. I think, "No. I don't think I did. It's been a tough day." "You looked green earlier. Come to my house. We will feed you." His eyes even sparkle in the dark parking lot. "Okay." I say. "And we have a sauna." he says with mischief in his eyes. "Okay." I say again and add, "You want me to follow you home?" "You can give me a ride?" "You live close?" "I will show you." He answers. He points and five minutes later we are in front of a big house. It's dark. He gives me a quick tour of his house. The sauna is in the back beside a pool. The yard is private and closed. The dinner is fish rice and vegetables. Askel is the father. He gave Beau his eyes. They are all polite and kind. The fish is hot. It burns my mouth and I swallow water. The rice is bland an the veggies are tasty. Askel seems nice. He asks about school. Greta, Beau's mom chime in with the usual questions. I answer and smile, I'm home schooled. My Mom works. I have no dog. My brother is in Uni. My sister is visiting our aunt. I am ahead of my grade. I'm a good student. I have a girlfriend. The last answer gives Beau a little scowl. Askel asks, "So, Andre, what does your father do for work?" I wince. Beau saves me and says, "His Mom and Dad have marital problems. His dad has other problems." "I'm sorry." Askel says, "I don't mean to put my nose where it's not wanted." He can feel his families disapproving looks, "You boys go to the pool. Beau, you are excused from dishes tonight. Go and play." Beau doesn't hesitate. Like a shot he is by my side and pulls my hand. I let him. He leads me outside where he starts to pull off his clothes madly. "I haven't had someone like you to play with in a long time. Sometimes I really miss Norway. We would do this all the time." He stands before me naked in the dark. I can't quite make out his details in the murk. I didn't move. "Come on, Andre!" He starts pulling my shirt off. I lift my arms. Then he goes for my belt and shorts. I don't help, but hold my hands back. He drops my shorts and I step out of them. He hugs me and leans back. He falls and I follow. We drop into the pool. The water is really cold. I feel my breath get sucked from me. I come up sputtering, "You should buy a water heater." He laughs. We swim. Play. Laugh. He tells me of Norway and the fjords, the breathtaking beauty and incredible cold that is the norm. Like his story, I find the water is really cold and I find my self shivering uncontrollably. He notices. "Sauna." He says one word. I climb up the ladder. My knees feel like they are seizing. The sauna is well lit. I notice, now, that we were wearing cold as clothes. My parts start to warm as the heat seeps into my bones. We warm our bodies. He sits a little close to me. I move down to the second level of seating. I look at him. His smooth body has no hair except for the patch above his junk. He pulls his legs up to his chest and makes a contented face as his thick dick sits on his balls and it all leaks out between his legs. My mind can't stop it and I get a boner. I try to hide it. Beau smiles, "I like you soft, hard and inbetween." He is looking at me with a funny smile. "Thanks?" I feel uncomfortable. "You are so funny. You were buck naked in front of Mom and acted completely Norwegian. Now you have a big boner and are embarrassed in front me? Look look." He says and grabs his thing. He strokes it and it instantly shoots up, "We can be horny in the sauna. We are teen boys. It's fine." I stop pretending to not look and give him a good gawk. He's might be short of perfect, but I can't see it. His chiselled scrawny body is muscled everywhere, his dick is pointing straight to the ceiling and his shit eating grin says everything. The door opens and Askel comes in. He's naked. He spots my boner and Beau's boner. He laughs, "Hey boys. Hope I'm not interupting." My buzz is killed. It's too late to pretend I'm not sexually aroused so I just leave it and let him see. Beau's smile is reddened and he does the same. Our masts fall and Askel pours water on the rocks. The steam feels like it's going to seer my lungs. "You probably have never had a Norwegian sauna before, Andre, so I will explain it. We whip our skin with these." He brandishes a clump of leaves from a tree and lays on his stomach on the bench. "Show him, Beau." Askel hands the clump to Beau. Beau grabs the leaves and starts to lightly tap his father's bare back, backside and down his legs. Askel rolls over to his stomach, His big balls and unshaved patch above his dink are soft. Beau hits him with the leaves from his chest. He travels his blows downward and gives his dad's sex a couple extra whacks before moving to his legs. I sit in silence, my eyes feel like saucers. Beau sees me and has a grin on his face. "Hey Dad, what do you think of boys masturbating each other?" Beau's eyes are gleaming mischief. "Okay." Askel says, "I have to go and help your mother." It's obvious he's onto his son's mischief and won't play along. He adds, "Yeah, you two can do whatever you want. It's just sex. I'm going to go and make sweet love to your mother." I snicker. "Well?" Beau asks. "Well what?" I ask back. Staff stiffens. I feel something dangerous in my stomach, a tickle of something dangerous, maybe special. Beau looks around and is thinking, "It's too hot in here. We need to cool off. Don't think about it, just follow me." I nod. He opens the door and runs three steps and jump in the pool. Like lightning I do as I'm told. The bone chilling water reduces my raging hard on to not raging. We don't dawdle in the water. He climbs out. I follow. He grabs my hand and we make our way to the house. The side door is unlocked. He takes me down a short hall and into his bedroom. Posters of cars, girls and boys cover the walls. "Have you done oral?" He turns and presses himself up against me. My boner gets harder. My voice rasps, "No." He grabs me and hauls me to the bed. Before I can protest or say anything he spins and I'm looking straight up as his raging boner. I open my mouth to say something and feel him on my pecker. He takes it in and starts to job my blow. I reach around his slender body and find his bum cheeks. I start licking his boy. He's nice, but the taste isn't very good. I ignore it. I put it in my mouth and my neck goes up and down. I lick more. I hear him moan. I moan. He runs his tongue between my foreskin and my head. I feel him touch my balls. I pull back and try to tell him that I'm going to blow. I only make a noise before I pulse. The moment of ecstacy lasts and then another follows more violently. The boy doesn't take his mouth away. He swallows. And then he follows my spasm. His jizz fills my mouth. It is salty and tastes disgusting, but I tolerate it. I spit it to the side, swallow the residual and he splashes more in my face. We pant and clean up. He starts to talk and doesn't stop, "Mom and Dad are really cool about sex. I usually don't make Dad squirm like that, but I guess he has a few tricks up his sleeve. I am looking forward to fall when we get back to school. Are you going to get to come or are you going to continue homeshooling?" He grabs some shorts and climbs into them. He's still ripped and cute as hell, "Let's go get your clothes." The rest of the evening passes. The parents smirked at us, as if guessing that we did sex. I pretend that they don't know and it gets late. I make my goodbyes. On the way home in my old blue car I feel warm inside. That was a nice evening and a great first sixty nine with a boy. They don't taste as good as girls, but I liked it anyway. I come to a conclusion on my drive back out into the countryside. I park my car in front of the big empty house, grab my bike and pedal to Larry's. The yard lights are low and Larry is in bed. I flashlight my way to my room, peel off my clothes and listen to bugs chirp before I get my phone out. "Tara. We need to talk." I text her and drift off to sleep.