Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2020 07:36:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: GAY/BEGINNINGS STORY "VANCE STREET" Ch 3

VANCE STREET						by Mike Austin
							nasstop@yahoo.com

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III.

Mrs. M was making her wake-up noises in the open kitchen and Ivan looked
around to find an easy way to get up and hit the head without his mom at
least, seeing his morning hardon. He saw Michael staring and clearly
wondering the same as he raised his hands in bewilderment. They mouthed "on
3" and silently counted 1-2-3 and raced up and into the head to piss. The
pair of dicks takin a piss reminded them of their early teen and pre-teen
days when they'd race for the john in the morning. Michael's was heavy and
while not as long, was just massively tubed and veiny. Ivan had the length
and growing girth with that awesome swollen head, covered in pre-cum as he
tried to focus on pissing and not the feel of his hardon in his hand. As
always, Mrs. "M" reminded them to "brush your teeth", which always struck
Ivan as odd, since what did holding your dick and pissing have in common
with brushing one's teeth, other than the locale? They always did as
directed though and arrived at the kitchen counter eager for their mom's
breakfast. They left the pair of barstools for mom and dad and the boys
took up positions on the loveseat as Mrs. M deftly opened the screen and
sprinkled a few bits of birdfeed on the flat shelf area near `Birdie's'
nest before taking her spot on a barstool. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM great mom"
Michael expressed, followed by Ivan's nods of approval and a kiss for his
wife of twenty-five years, from Mr. M. The eggs, bacon and toast with
strawberry preserves just hit the spot along with coffee and milk to wash
it all down. Ivan knew that after breakfast his mom and dad would want to
check-out the neighborhood and so the boys agreed to KP duty and knew that
would encourage their folks to take their Sunday morning walk; giving the
boys some much-needed "freedom".

In short order, the kitchen was cleaned up and the folks headed out. As
soon as the door closed, Ivan groped his crotch and Michael responded, "cum
shoot time bro" they both agreed and hauled their dicks out to begin a
serious jack and brigade launch of cum...Ivan was stroking and Michael was
already their and boned out; his thick slightly upcurved cock spilling
pre-cum from his slit. The dark pubes served as anchor for the dick tube
and low hanging jock balls that swung in rhythm to his strokes. He dry
humped the air and tugged his underwear down to his ankles. Ivan parroted
his bro and both stood with underwear bunched at their feet, their right
hands flogging cocks to even fuller erections. As Ivan fleshed out and
assumed his full 9" hardon, he began tugging his furry bag with his left
hand as he beat his meat with the right. Faster and more furiously the boys
ramped up their J/O action in the open arena of Ivan's digs. "Birdie" made
an appearance, picked at the food, flew away then returned for more;
pausing to notice some activity inside the apt, but ignored it and resumed
snacking. The boys grew closer and closer to their cum launches, as Michael
urged through gritted teeth "'most there bro, u?" Ivan could only nod and
close his eyes, "shoot the window bro from here" he directed Michael. Both
boys blew their thick morning loads across the room, trailing it to the
floor as it splashed against the window and their hardons still ached after
shooting, were the center of attention. Michael added "good nut bro, REAL
good", before both boys scrambled to clean the window and floor areas of
cum and lit the pine-scented candle to mask their cum volume
aroma. Grinning, they kicked back and Michael hit the shower while Ivan
listened to tunes on his laptop add-on speakers. Soon Michael returned to
the room, poured more milk as Ivan took his turn in the head. It was while
he was showering that someone knocked on the door. Michael opened the door,
thinking it was his folks, to find Jim Hemmings the salesman/neighbor in
Apt H. They greeted each other, "Michael right" Jim questioned getting a
nod and smile from Michael? "Ivan's in the shower and folks on a walk"
Michael explained and invited Jim in. "I just wanted to check on things and
..." at that point Ivan exited the bathroom, saw the sexy Norse-looking guy
talking to Michael and beamed. "Hey Jim bro, what's up" Ivan posed? "I
was........" his remark interrupted by the front door buzzer, "must be mom
and dad" Michael added, then left Ivan and Jim standing in the room to let
his folks in. Jim grew quiet as the open door at apt L announced the
stair-climbing parents and Michael in tow. "Well well, you came to see if
we skipped with the furniture and welched on your sale" Mrs. M said dryly;
then grinned. "Have you had breakfast young man, we have some muffins and
fruit left or I can cook you some eggs and toast, tell me" she went on to
add. Jim begged off and resumed his remark, "I just came up to see if
everything was ok and you were happy with your purchase and our service and
to let Ivan know that if he needed anything else, his word was good for me
to sell him items on installments if he didn't quite have the cash at the
time and remind him that I'll be happy to introduce him to the other
tenants when he's ready." The family was impressed that Jim reached out and
was so generous. Ivan's dick stirred and felt his balls fill. That all
said, Jim begged off any meal and headed back to his place downstairs, with
Ivan at the door bidding him, "thanks again for everything and we'll
connect later bro" before both guys gave tentative thumbs-up exits.

Mrs. M went about straightening the apt, made the bed and made plans for
lunch. Ivan advised he'd learned from Mr. Scott of a great burger place
around the corner on Park, the Park Street Café. "My treat" Michael
announced to which Mr. M responded, "holy Hannah mom, those are foreign
words from my boy's mouth we better not delay, he might retract it." The
family laughed and Mrs. M hugged her eldest son and sneaked a $20 bill in
his pocket. Then unseen as all were headed out, Mr. M stuffed a $20 bill in
Michael's hand and shushed his son to silence as they arrived to the 2nd
floor and met the lady in apt G. Mrs. M began but was interrupted by the
resident, "Hello I'm Doris, Doris Amberson here in apt G, you must be
Ivan?" She reached to shake his hand and then those of the rest of the
family, before disappearing in her apt. Mrs. M began, "She seems nice Ivan,
so far the two I've met all seem nice, you should invite them to your place
for a get to know each other party, I could make things, snack foods you
know for your party." Ivan blushed then declined for the time being as they
walked around the corner to the Park St Café, where Ivan would
become a regular. The meal done, To Go desserts boxed and bagged for the
return trip to #14, the family found Mr. Scott gathering cans on the
sidewalk. Ivan introduced him to his folks and bro. Mr. Scott's attitude
had softened a bit, thankfully and Mr. M urged the manager to call him and
handed him a card, "if his boy needed any taking care of or help."
Mr. Scott nodded and smiled at meeting the new tenant's family. Hitting the
2nd floor, they heard Katia's rehearsal fill the floor from apt F, "very
nice voice" Mrs. M added as they continued up to the 3rd floor and Ivan's
new apt.  "AL, get that 75 watt bulb for that light here at the door, that
must be a 40 watt bulb and it's just not bright enough out here on this
landing at night especially" Ms. M advised her husband; who dutifully
rummaged through the box of supplies, found the 75 W bulbs and replaced the
existing 40 W bulb outside the door of apt L. She stowed the desserts in
Ivan's fridge and announced it was time to pack up and head back home, with
tears in her eyes. Soon the family made their way downstairs and out to the
car, followed by open hugs for his mom and dad and then Michael too. He
thanked his bro for lunch and as they pulled apart, Michael gripped his
younger bro's hand to shake it and passed the pair of $20 bills with the
obvious eye contact that said `say nothing'. They broke apart, the car made
a U-turn on Vance St. and then honked as they turned onto Park and
disappeared. Suddenly Ivan knew he was alone, there were children playing
in the distance, some traffic noises. A bus roared through on the Park and
Vance intersection as Ivan turned, climbed the steps to his new place,
looked at the brighter light bulb beside his door, stepped into his new
place and his new adventure. Noting the bus, he tugged out the bus schedule
that he'd learned would take him to a block from the New Town Company
studio and reflected on the time he'd need to be at the bus stop to make
his cross-town journey on Monday morning.

Ivan reflected on his good fortune. His folks at first found the place
shocking, but by the time they'd left, it was at least improved and
acceptable and mom seemed happy with the two neighbors and dad was
seemingly content with Mr. Scott. He smiled at his mom's remark about
Katia's "very nice voice", not knowing that Katia's stare could freeze an
oak tree he thought, he smirked and set out some clothes for his first day
at his new job. He noticed `birdie's' plate was empty and while it was
still early afternoon, he sprinkled a few more pellets on the ledge for his
new pet, and tugged the curtains closed, before checking out his new
bed. In no time he stripped, stretched out on the extra-firm mattress and
began an involuntary slow stroke followed by a 2 hour edge session and
massive cumload that hit his face, before trailing down across his torso
and pooling at the dickbase in his black pubes. That was just what the
doctor ordered for him to nab a quick nap and unwind. He dreamed of the
earlier cum-launch session with Michael and drifted off into a deep sleep,
waking two hours later, totally relaxed and rested. Sunlight no longer
ponded at the base of the window, but as the sun receded west, had inched
the shadow line nearer to the foot of his bed. While Ivan wasn't sold 100%
on the arrangement of the meager furnishings in his place, it would suffice
and he'd live with it for a few weeks and rearrange if needed. His main
issue wasn't the location of the loveseat and small table near the window
end of the room, it was the twin bed being so close to the front door that
bugged him, but at the same time, he didn't want the sofa and table any
farther away from the kitchen than it was; such a conundrum he quizzed.

Ivan picked at the slice of lemon pie until it was gone before there was a
knock at his door. Opening it, he found Katia, bottle of wine in one hand
and a corkscrew in the other. Ivan stepped back, invited her in and she
headed for the kitchen, instinctively found the cabinet housing the glasses
and poured a half glass in each, raised one glass to toast Ivan and his new
spot here at #14, then reached for him and kissed him full on. Ivan melted
and wasn't used to girls coming onto him that aggressively. After all he
was the guy, it was his role to take the lead, he reflected as she wrapped
her right leg around the back of his legs and rotated her tongue down his
throat. Her hands gripped the back of his head and she softened her kiss;
then abruptly stopped, resumed sipping her glass of wine and offered a
quiet, "welcome Ivan" then strode across the room to the door. Before her
staged exit, she pointed to the bed and offered, "needs a screen between
here and there" then vanished down the stairs. Ivan's raging hardon drove
against the denim shorts as he leaned against the kitchen counter, sipped
his wine and uttered "DAMN"!!!!!!!