Date: Sat, 4 Sep 2021 12:46:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: Chapter 6, "Neighborhood Slut"

Archive "Neighborhood Slut, Chapter 6" {Rob} Authoritarian (MB oral)

Here is the sixth chapter of "Neighborhood Slut," which is a continuation
of chapter five, featuring Uncle John and Sal, Paul's best friend and
teammate.  It's a slight divergence from the neighborhood slut's story, but
something I wanted to explore. For those of you who have followed my other
stories: I haven't given up on "The Fireman's Son" but can't seem to get
past the loss of the chapters I had written that disppeared, and "Born to
Serve" where I've hit a stumbling block.

Thanks to all who have written. Rob

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Neighborhood Slut Chapter Six

	"Let him go. He's been worked over good today. We'll double-team
him next time. Right now I just want to relax with you. Don't leave me here
by myself. We'll have some more beer, see what's on the television and
relax," John said as he led the disappointed teen jock back into the
kitchen-family room. "Get us a couple," he said as he went over and sat on
the sofa, picking up the remote.

	Sal went to the fridge and got out a couple of beers. When the teen
came over with two frosted bottles, John was sitting with his legs spread
and his half-hard cock hanging over his hairy ball-sac. He reached up and
took the offered bottle. At the same time, he subtlely guided the teen to
stand between his out-spread knees. He raised his bottle to his mouth and
took a long swig.

"Ah! Nothing like a cold beer after a good fuck!"

	Reaching up he ran the cold bottle down the front of boy's thigh to
his knee, causing him to shiver and his cock give a little jump that caught
the man's attention.

As he ran the bottle back up the inside of his thighs and slightly nudged
the teen's hairy ballsac, he said softly, "Drink up! There's plenty more to
come." The fingers holding the bottle pushed aside the heavy scrotum and
edged against the hardening cock.

"You've put on some muuscle, you been working out extra?" John asked as he
ran his free hand up Sal's other thigh and across the bottom of his hard,
flat belly. On its way, the fingers of the big hand just slighty caressed
the baseball jock's hairy ball-sac again before moving into the vee where
the root of the sack joined the base of the hardening cock.

	"Uhhm... Yeah.....the coach wants me to put on some weight, all
muscle," the young jock nervously said as he took a big gulp emptying his
bottle.

	"Turn around! Let me get a good look at your butt," John said. Sal
hesitated slightly..."Here, give me your bottle. You really swigged that
one down. You'll have to get another one after you show me your butt." Sal
handed over the empty bottle and slowly turned around. "Wow! That's some
sexy butt you've got there. You must have really been working on it! Has
the coach noticed how hard you've gotten back here?" John asked as he ran
his hands over over the two hard-muscled mounds. "Spread your legs and bend
over for me while I take a closer look at these chick-magnets," John
ordered as he pushed the teen- jock slightly forward. "Fuck! I bet you get
lots of attention from the chicks. There's nothing that turns a gal on like
a hot stud with a hard round ass filling out his jeans.

And with what you got in the front, you'll be fighting them off pretty
soon," he said as he thrust his hand through Sal's thighs and took a feel
of his hairy bag and half-hard cock.

"I bet even some of your teammates are jealous of this butt." After the
ball-cock grope, which brought out a quite moan from Sal, John continued
mauling the two hard globes. He even managed to pull them apart so he could
get a good look at the kid's "fuck-hole", as he was beginning to think of
it.

	The tight little brown nub was surronded by a nice ring of dark
hairs that grew in the tight, narrow cleft. He moved his hands slightly so
his thumbs could plow down inside. They were just long enough to allow the
man to barely tweak the little rosebud. He felt a slight jerk of the teen's
body and heard another low moan.

	"Mmmm... Awwww... Mr. Anderson you're embarrasing me."

	"Shit, you got nothing to be enbarrased about. I'm just
complimenting you on what a hot butt you've built up? Shit! You oughtta be
proud of what you've got! I bet you get some attention when you and the
rest of the team are all naked in the showers after a hard game," John said
as he gave each side of the boy's ass a hard slap. "Go get us another beer
and we'll watch the rest of this game."

	When the young man returned with the beers his feet, without him
thinking, moved into the vee of the man's spread legs. But, there was an
obstacle! As he handed the man his beer, he felt John's free hand fondling
his balls and hard cock. It didn't surprise him as much as the first "feel"
through his spread legs. He looked down and saw first his cock and balls in
his teammate's uncle's hand and, then, a couple of cushions from the sofa
on the floor. "Feels like my checking out your butt has you pretty turned
on, John said as he withrew his hand. "Turn around! Sit! We'll be more
comfortable!"  Without a moment's hesitation, the teen turned around and
lowered himself to sit on the cushions.  He was immediately aware of the
muscular, hairy legs on either side of him even before they moved in to
press against his relaxed body. Two strong hands rested on his shoulders
and gently pulled him back so he was cradled between John's warm,
sweat-moist thighs.  He could feel the man's heavy ball-bag and hardening
cock pressing into his back between his shoulder blades.

	"Yeah, this is the life. Two hot studs naked and relaxed. Plenty of
beer and a great game on the TV," John said in a low voice, feeling the
teenage jock relaxing back between his legs as he gently rubbed and
massaged the strong, athletic neck and shoulders. The boy could feel the
man's cock and balls pressing against his relaxed body.

	"Uhmmm...yeaaaah," Sal, who was feeling the effects of the beers he
had drunk, moaned as his head fell back and then relaxed so it was resting
against john's hairy stomach.

	They sat in silence for a while, their attention on the football
game on the big-screen television across the room from them. "Look at those
big guys poounding each other up trying to get on the top of the guys on
the other team. Big alpha jocks tearing into one another. Each one trying
with all the strength of his muscular body to knock the other off his game,
to take him down, top him!," John crooned in his low, masculine voice as he
continued to massage the young jock's shoulders. "Look at all those hard
muscles! Those alpha bodies battling for mastery," he almost whispered. "I
bet the result of those battles are gonna play out in the locker rooms. All
those big-muscled jocks still high when they come off the field, naked in
the showers. Somebody's gonna end up on their knees helping their superiors
relieve all that pent-up tension. Some of them are probably gonna be bent
over, pushed up against the walls, forced onto benches, their legs spread,
their asses open and filled with hard alpha cock."

	During all this time John's strong masculine hands continued to
massage Sal's shoulders and upper arms. One hand gently moved up his
stretched neck, over his chin and over his mouth. Strong fingers played
with his lips. When the boy's mouth relaxed open, the fingers pressed in
and caressed around the warm, wet inside. The large fingers having fully
explored the boy's oral cavity, the hand moved back down to the shoulder,
and both hands moved down to rub across the boy's hard chest. As he cupped
and gently squeezed his firm pecs, he heard a low moan cime from between
his legs.

	"That feel good?" the man's voice, close the his ear, asked, as his
fingers played with the hard brown nubs of the boy's nipples.

	"Mummmmm...Yeah...Mummmmm," another moan answered him as the big
fingers tweaked one nipple and then moved across to repeat the attention on
the other side of the muscular chest.

	After a period of time when the only sound in the room was of the
game and an occasional moan from the seated boy, whose upper body was being
caressed and teased by the man above him, he heard the soft voice in his
ear, "You like it when I play with your nips, run my hand over your
muscular chest and down your hard abs?  You feel my big cock against your
back? That's what you do to me. You make me hard. You make me want you,
your mouth on my hardon."

	"Oh god, Mr. Anderson, it's so big and hard."

	"You like it big and hard, don't you? Like it was when you went on
your knees for me, Like your brother's and your your uncle's were when you
sucked their cocks?  Like you could feel it when you were fucking the
slut's mouth and I was standing behind you, helping you fuck him like a man
should? Who else's cock you want the suck?  You want to suck Paul's big
cock?"

	"Uhhh...Yeah......Noooo...Uhhh...Can I suck your cock again,
Mr. Anderson?"

	"Turn around, on your knees! Look at me!" Sal raised up and turned
so he was kneeling between the man's legs. His hands were on the hairy,
muscled thighs and he was looking down at the hard cock, seeing the clear
pre-cum pumping out of the gaping hole and running down the thick
shaft. "You want to suck that big cock? You want to be a cocksucker for me,
like you were your for brother and your uncle? Who else's cock you want to
suck? Paul's? Your teammates? After a hard, hot game would you like to go
down on your knees under the hot showers and suck off all your
buddies. Give your mouth....maybe your ass...to your hot, horney
teammates?" John softly taunted the boy kneeling between his spread legs,
who was alternately looking longingly at his cock and beggingly into the
man's hard eyes.

	"Oh no...Mr.Anderson...I'm not gay...I wouldn't want to do
that...the boy moaned as he stared at the big, hard drooling cock.

	"But you want to suck my cock, don't you? You wanted it before,
there by the fridge, and you want it now! How long have you been wanting to
suck my cock? Your best friend's uncle's cock! Your brother made you his
cocksucker, but it's what you really wanted. It wasn't hard for him to get
you down on his big-brother cock. And when he was gone, you were glad to
have your uncle's to suck. Since then, you haven't had anyone to give you
what you want. What you need. Now you want mine! Don't you!  You want to
suck my big, hard man's cock, don't you, Sal?"

	"Ohhhh...god...oh yeah...like my brother...my uncle...please..."

	"Go get us more beer! Maybe I'll let you suck my cock again if
you're a good boy!"

	Sal stood up and walked quicky to the refridgerator and got two
more cold bottles of beer and hurried back.

	"Open it for me!" Sal opened the bottle and held it out to the
seated man.

"Take a swig, taste it for me!" Sal did as ordered then held it out. "Drink
some more! Chug all of it!" Sal drank until the bottle was empty. "Good
boy. Open that one and give it to me! Taking the full bottle from the boy,
John ordered, "Now go get you another one." Sal hurried back to the
fridge. When he returned, John indicated with a nod that he was to kneel
back in the man's crotch. "Good boy!  Have a swig," he said as he held his
own bottle to the boy's lips. Sal wrapped his lips around the bottle and
took the entire top of it in his mouth and drank, his lips pressed around
the long neck. John pulled it away. "Leave some for me, he said as he
reached out and caressed the boy's handsome face with his big hand. He ran
his fingers across the boy's mouth and said, "Open up. Take my fingers in
your mouth."

	Only the three middle ones would fit in. "Suck! Use your tongue!
That's good!  You're a good sucker. Your brother and uncle taught you to
suck good, to be a good cocksucker. I'm gonna teach you to be more," the
man said as he pulled out of the sucking cavity and ran the spit-covered
fingers over the boy's eyes while running his thumb over his lips. "You've
got soft lips, perfect for sucking cock," he said before he pressed his big
thumb into the half-opened mouth. "Suck! Make believe that's my cock and
show me how good you are, how bad you want it Do you? Do a good job, and
I'll give it to you, let you suck on the real thing," he said as he pressed
deeper into the willing mouth. "Yeah suck it. Suck it hard. Swallow it. Let
it into your throat." The boy gagged and choked on the big digit as it
played around the back of his mouth.

	Satisfied with the boy's obedient response, he pulled his thumb
out. Grabbing the boy's arms, he pushed them to his back and pulled the
kneeling teen-jock forward so he fell onto his hairy body. "Lick my
chest. Suck my nipples! Worship my body like the little cock slut you are!"
This was the first time John had called him
that. "Mr. Anderson...Ohhhh...why are you doing this to me?
Why?...Why?...You...promised me.....You promised I'd be safe!...Whyyyy?"
the crying boy moaned as he pressed his face against the muscular chest and
began licking and sucking on his nipples before moving his mouth to the
rest ot the man's upper body.

	"You are safe, Sal, just like I promised. I'm just helping you out,
helping you understand what you want. Giving you what, deep down inside,
you want. You want a man, a man like your brother, your uncle, like me! You
want somebody stronger, than you to help you satisfy your needs, maybe an
older man like me or your coach, or someone stronger your own age," John
crooned in a soft, comforting voice. "Come up here. Sit beside me."

	Sal climbed up on the sofa. John saw that the boy's cock was hard,
sticking straight out from his dark bush. "That's good. See, this is
better, isn't it?" John said as he put his arm across the teenager's
shoulders and pulled him close. See, you're safe here with me," he said
softly as he pulled the boy's head down onto his chest.

	He smiled to himself as Sal's face turned, and he felt his lips and
tongue return to caressing his chest and sucking his nipples. "That's
good. That's a good boy," the soothing voice urged Sal on as his head was
gently pressed down toward the man's raging, hard cock. He sucked and
licked the hairy trail that ran down John's still-firm abdomen until his
mouth was pressed into the thicket of curly hairs surrounding the base of
the thick cock. Sucking and licking, his hungry mouth bathed the hairs with
spit before working its way up the tower of turgid flesh until it reached
the slimy head. Opening wide, it engulfed the big mushroom-shaped cap and
began sucking up the thick cock-snot that was pumping out of the wide
mouth.

	"Oh fuck! You're making me so hot, Sal. You really know how to
please your man!  You're going to make many men....and boys happy with that
talented mouth! Now, take it all!  Go down on that hard cock! Yeaaaah,
that's it! All the way down! Swallow it! I know you can!  Choke on it!
That's okay! Come up and breath, now back down! That's it! Good! Take it
all!"

	"Ohhhh...Mr. Anderson...Yours is so big...bigger than my
brother's...or my uncle's!  You didn't make me take it all before."

	"Yeah, I went easy on you. Let you get used to sucking my
cock. But, now, you've got to get used to it all, all that big cock. If
you're gonna be a cocksucker, you've got to learn to be a good one. There
are a lot big cocks out there. Why, Paul's is as big as mine! Wait 'til you
have his in your mouth."

	"Oh! I could never suck Paul's cock, Mr. Anderson. He's my best
friend. I wouldn't want to lose that."

	"What! Paul's a hot, horney stud! You don't think he'd lose the
chance to have his own personal cocksucker?...to have his balls drained
anytime he wanted...a best friend with benefits!"

	"I'd be too ashamed!...Oh I couldn't...to let him know I'd suck his
cock."

	"We'll worry about that later. Right now, get around on your knees
and get to work bringing a hot load of cum up out of my balls and into your
cocksucking mouth. That's what you're here for. What you were born for!"

	In this new position, John could reach under Sal's body and
continue tormenting the boy's tits and nipples. He could run his big hand
down his abs and grab hold of his hard teen cock that was leaking
quantities of slick pre-cum. He could move further down and grab the
tightly drawn up ball-bag, squeezing and pulling on the hairy
sack. Squeezing on the hard teen-boy balls, he heard a low groan coming
from the cock-sucking jock. Going back to the jutting cock he milked it
until his hand was filled with boy juice and went back to the balls.

"You're really hard! You really like being my cocksucker! You gonna cum for
me while you suck my cock?"

	"Uhmmmmmm!" he heard from the frantically sucking baseball
player. By really stretching, he managed to reach the boy's ass-pucker with
his long middle finger and press on it. "Ughhh!  Ughhh! Ughhh!" he heard as
torrents of boy-cum began to shoot out of Sal's hard cock. John quickly
moved his whole hand, slimy with the boy's cum up and around the boy's rear
end. Grabbing hold of the closest cheek, he pressed his fingers forcibly
into the sweaty cleft and, finding the secret pucker, he rammed his middle
and index fingers through the guardian muscle and into the first inch of
the virgin hole. At the same time, his cock unleashed a flood of man-cum
into the boy's throat. "Aarrrrghh...Aarrrrghhh" the choking boy groaned as
he tried to scream out his anguish as he felt his until now tight hole
violated and swallow the cum that was trying to drown him. He slumped down
on the man's body, the fast-deflating cock still in his mouth and two thick
digits pressing deeper into the burning hole, no longer virgin!

	John gathered the sobbing teen baseball player into his strong arms
and pulled him up against his chest. "Okay! Okay! That's a good boy! It
didn't hurt that much!" he crooned as he rocked the boy who was crying
against his chest.

	"What! What! What did you do to me? Why? Why?"

	"I just did what had to be done. I broke through your cherry. Your
asshole is open now. Every cocksucker eventually needs to have his cherry
taken because, deep down, every cocksucker, and you are a cocksucker, wants
to be dominated by a real man and a man dominates with his cock."

	"Are you going to fuck me?"

	"Who knows. Not today. We're just two guys having a fling. My wife
and boys are away for the weekend. My friends and I were having fun with
our neighborhood slut. A slut is some- one who wants to be used, and
sometimes abused, by cocks - any cocks. You're not a slut.

Right now, you're just a teenaged cocksucker. I don't think you will ever
be a slut, but like I said, who knows? When you came over looking for Paul,
I saw something I'd never seen before even though I've known you almost all
your life. I was sure you wanted to suck my cock, that you were a
cocksucker. So, I gave you the opportunity, and you took it. You're a brave
boy, and I'm glad you took the chance with me. We couldn't have had this
great afternoon if Paul hadn't left. You weren't ready. But soon, I'm
pretty sure, you will be.

	But now I think we need to order a pizza and you go home to be with
your family or go out with your friends.

	John ordered a pizza from the local pizzaria, and they took a quick
shower. John got the two of them another beer. Both were a little drunk but
John decided Sal would be okay. His house was just a few blocks away and
his parents would be okay with him coming home a little tipsy since
theoritically, he had been hanging with his buddies. They watched whatever
sport was on the television while they waited for the pizza delivary.

	The doorbell rang and Mr. Anderson pulled on a loose pair of shorts
and went to the door. On the doorstep was a very attractive, probably
college boy, with two boxes in his hands.  He had on a red polo shirt with
the pizza place's logo on the left-top, under which was a pin-on nameplate
"Rod". It was evidently a work-issued shirt because it was about two sizes
too small, hugging his muscular torso and emphasising his well-developed
pecs with the round nubs of his nipples showing clearly through the thin,
cheap fabric.  His khaki trousers were equally tight, loudly proclaiming
the huge endowwment that was stuffed into them.  His uniform was topped
with a red bill-cap perched on his tousled blond curls and Sperry Topsiders
with no sox on his large feet.

	"Mr. Anderson? Two large Supremes?"

	"Yes. Bring them in and I'll get your money," John said as he led
him to the family room-kitchen.

Taking the boxes, he placed them on the counter and opened a drawer. The
pizza boy could hardly have failed to notice the naked teen jock sitting on
the sofa. "Fuck! My wallet is upstairs," John said, noticing that Sal was
in the throes of love-passion-desire. "I'm not sure where I had it last. It
may take a little while to find it, sorry."  "That's okay. I'm working the
morning-lunch shift and this is my last delivery," Rod said. When John had
gone, Rod turned toward Sal, negligently cupping his crotch. "Your dad?" he
asked.

	"No. Mr Anderson is my best friend's uncle. Paul left a while ago
and we've been watching the football game. You play? You've got the build
for it."

	"You always watch football naked? No. Lacrosse is my sport."

	"That's a rough sport."

	"Yeah. I like it rough. I can be gentle though. What about you, and
your pal, Paul is it?"

	"We're on the high school baseball team and play soccer."

	"So, you get naked together a lot?

	'Well...In the showers and in the locker room.

	"So you're not fuck buddies? Just you and his uncle?

	Just then Mr. Anderson came in. "More of a mentor. Sal's pretty
inexperienced. I'm only the third man whose cock he's serviced," he said as
he dropped his shorts. "You look pretty uncomfortable in those tight
clothes. Wanna get out of 'em and help us eat those pizzas since your shift
is over. You don't have to report back, do you?"

	"Just so I report in before closing time." Rod said as he started
stripping down and dropping his clothes in a pile on the floor beside
him. When he got to a bright red pair of mini-briefs that were just barely
holding in his junk, he walked over to stand in front of Sal, his legs
spread and his hands on his hips. "You wanna do the honors, cocksucker?" as
he hefted his massive bulge.

	"Fuck yeah. I haven't been able to take my eyes off it. How big is
it?"

	"I got twelve inches when it's hard. Think you can take care of it?

	"Probably not, but I sure want to try," Sal exclaimed as he reached
up and pulled down, allowing the massive cock and balls to fall free.

	"Open up cocksucker and give it all you got....Your boy's got great
suction but I'm afriad I'm too big for him. He can just barely get his
mouth open wide enough to get me in.

	"Yeah, he's a born cocksucker, but like I said, I'm only the third
man he's ever sucked....Come on Sal, you can do better than that. Remember
what I taught you.....His older brother and an uncle used him, but he
hadn't had anyone in a while until I figured out what he wanted."

	"Has he taken it up the ass. I've found that sometimes when they
can't satisfy me with their mouths some of them can take me in their
asses."

	"I did pop his cherry this afternoon, but just with two fingers
while he was sucking me. I put them in just as he was shooting his load,
thought it was a good idea to associate the pain with the pleasure. Come
on, let's eat. Sal reluctantly pulled off the thick sausage he had been
nursing on."

	The three naked guys sat down and dove into the two big pizzas and
beers. While Sal's attention was solely on wolfing down half of one of
them, John started talking to Rod, "I've never met anyone with twelve
inches except my neighbor. We recently discovered we've got a slut in the
neighborhood who loves cock and being used by men. I'm sure he could take
you. My neighbor fucked him at both ends with his monster this morning
before the boys came by unexpectantly. Let me have your number and I'll
give you a call next time we get together.

	They finished eating, Sal got his clothes on and prepared to
leave. He walked over the Rod, took hold of his soft cock and said, "I'd
still like another try on this monster."

	"You're a cute kid. I gave John my number. Gimme a call sometime."
With a grin a mile wide Sal left.

	The two men, still naked sat down on the sofa with a couple of
beers. John searched around until he found an International soccer
game. They sat, exchanging comments on the players and unconciously
stroking their cocks. John got up for more beer. When he returned, his cock
was hard and standing ought from his pubes. Rod looked him up and down and
smiled. "You've got a nice cock? What is it? Nine, nine and a half? What
are you...  forty-five or so? You've got a good body, good cock. Every so
often I find a hot, mature man I'd like to have sex with. A man I'll let
dominate me. I'll suck his cock, let him fuck my ass. My buddy I fooled
around with when we were kids was an early grower. He took my cherry. Like
I said, you've got a nice, big cock, a hot body, you want to have some fun
with me this evening," Rod said as he leaned forward and took John's hardon
and pulled him down onto the sofa.

	"You got the mouth, I got the cock," the surprised man said as he
leaned back and let the young god suck and lick on his cock and balls. He
spread his legs wider so the hungry mouth could work its way deeper under
his ballbag. "Uhmm, you got a sweet mouth, you must have learned how to use
it before you grew such a monster between your legs."

	"Yeah, my fuck buddy growing up; we did everything to one another
after he popped my cherry. Then, I started growing and finally he had to
move on 'cause he couldn't take me any more."

	"Let's go upstairs and get comfortable," John said. The two men
spent the rest of the afternoon in bed.  just to see what it felt like,
John sucked what he could of Rod's huge cock before fucking his ass three
times. Rod sucked John's cock once to drink his load and in between each
fucking to get him hard. He made love to John's entire body with his mouth
and tongue. All in all, it was an enjoyable experience. At Rod's request,
they made tentative plans to get together again. As he left, he kissed John
on the lips and thanked him.