Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2009 16:10:50 -0400 From: tommyhawk1@aol.com Subject: Man Across the Hall MAN ACROSS THE HALL By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM I was thrust out into the hallway of the boarding house by my sister's imperious arm. "And you just stay out there, you rotten brat, until I say you can come in, do you understand me!" The door of our room closed behind me and I sat down beside it. Okay, maybe I had gone a bit too far this time, but.... "Hey, kid." came a voice. Just across the hall was another door, and in that doorway, leaning against the doorjamb like it was a lamppost, cigarette dangling from his lips, was a man I'd never seen before. I'm sure I would have remembered him if I had! Tall, over six feet, because even leaning, his head came only a few inches below the top of the doorway. Lean, his shoulders were broad and his chest impressively muscled and making his white t-shirt ripple in a skin-tight demarcation of every oval-shaped bulge, but below that it tapered rapidly to a slender waist about as wide as my own shoulders. His legs were slim, covered by a pair of well-faded blue jeans worn to whiteness in patches, and his feet were wrapped in heavy construction-grade shoes. His face was equally slim-lined, but in this case, the forehead was the widest part, beneath a short-cut set of black hair, the follicles too thin to let him do anything else with it, they were straight and sharply lined where they were combed, a single part was their sole decoration. His eyes were surprisingly blue above thick, black eyebrows, his cheeks were sharp and flat against his face, his chin making a small rectangle where his jaws met, just failing to form a cleft there. His mouth was nearly lipless and made a line that slowly ran up to make a small smile showing no teeth. He was maybe in his late twenties or maybe his thirties. I couldn't tell. "What's the matter, you get thrown out?" he asked me. "Yeah." I said. "Mom works and my sisters think they can boss me around the moment she leaves." "How many of you in that room?" he asked. "Five. Me, my Mom, and three sisters." He shook his head, bemused. "How do you all fit into that room?" "My Mom has the big bed, she shares it with my two youngest sisters. We have a cot for my oldest sister, she's sixteen. Me, I sleep on the floor." "Sounds crowded." "Yeah, it is." I agreed. "But it's all Mom can afford." "Where is your Mom? It's after eight o'clock already." "Mom works at a restaurant, she gets home about ten-thirty or so." I said. "It's why we're living in a boarding house, we get fed whether she's here or not." "But you're left with your sisters trying to raise you instead of your Mom." "Yeah." I grimaced. "At least that's what they think. I'm old enough to take care of myself." "Maybe." He finished his cigarette, dropped it on the floor and ground it out with his foot. "Meanwhile, you are locked out by your sister. When do you think she'll calm down enough to let you in?" "When Mom comes home." I said. "It's what she always does." "You're going to just sit out here in the hall until your Mom gets home in two or three hours." "Uh-huh." I said. Then I smiled. "Unless I can come in and sit with you in your room." He smiled back at me and this time I saw two rows of perfect teeth. "I was just about to suggest that." "Great." I said and stuck out my hand. "I'm Geoffrey. Call me Jeff." "Jeff. My name is Brad." He took my hand in his big paw, and I felt the roughness of his calloused palms. "Good to meet you, Brad." I shook it as grown-up as I could. "Come on in, Jeff." Brad said. He had an inner room, no windows. There was room for a bed, a small dresser and about three square feet of room besides that. No closet, but the bed had a storage compartment underneath it with a couple of drawers. His dresser top held a clock, an opened pack of cigarettes and a small shaving kit, nothing else. I liked it; my Mom's room was bigger but my sisters and her had loaded it with all kinds of stuff, all girl's dresses and make-up and dolls and dollhouses. I had a tiny little toy chest where I had to keep my stuff, my sisters screamed if I left anything out, but they were allowed to spread their stuff all over the place. It just wasn't fair! Brad closed the door and locked it. Locking my sisters out, let them wonder where I was! "What do you want to do?" I asked him as I got up on the bed, the only place to sit. "I figured we'd play for a while." "Neat." I agreed. "You got toys?" "The best kind." "Great." I said. Brad sat down on the bed and said, "Now get over here and we'll play." I scooted over to sit by him. "First thing we have to do is get you out of those clothes." "Huh?" "Yeah." he said. "It's the only way to play this game." "Oh." I considered this. "Okay." I stood up and his hands came up and started undoing my shirt buttons. He smiled at me while he did so, and I smiled back. When he had it unbuttoned, he reached up with both hands and with his palms touching my chest, he stroked over my breasts and as he did, that pushed my shirt off my shoulders and then his hands went up to my shoulders and they pushed the shirt down onto my arms. I let my hands drop to my sides and my shirt fell onto the floor, but his hands didn't leave my body. "Nice," he said to me. "Really nice. Smooth young boy flesh, soft and untouched. Until now." I felt kind of funny when he said that to me. Kind of like something was about to happen, and I didn't know what it was, but it was going to be something really different. Brad's hands caught hold of my pants waist and his fingers fumbled some as they got my pants unbuttoned at the top, but then he could unzip the rest of it easy enough. His hands came up and gently tugged the pants down, leaving me only in my briefs. Again, his hands touched me as they moved down my thighs and legs, pulling my trousers down. I didn't have my shoes on, just my socks (another of my Mom's and sisters' rules, no shoes that might muss up their beautiful room!), and when Brad got my pants down to my socks, I stepped out of the pants. "Now, get up on my lap for the rest of it." Brad offered me his slim-legged lap, and I climbed into it gleefully. That funny feeling was getting stronger, and it was concentrating in my briefs. I noticed that my willy had gotten all stiff. Brad noticed it too. "Looks like you're about ready to play my game." He said. "Yeah." I giggled. "So how do we play?" We start like this." and Brad's hand landed on my briefs, right on my hard little dick. I gasped as his fingers caught hold of my willy through the cotton fabric and sort of squeezed and worked it. I gasped again, louder as Brad's fingers brought my dick to life! I had never felt anything like this before, never! It was like the way you feel when you're happy, except this was like it was liquid and running up through my body from my willy being worked by Brad, and his fingers chose how much and how fast the liquid happiness ran! "Ooh, ohh, ohhh!" I groaned. "That feels good." "You like that, Jeff?" "Yeah, oh, yeah!" Brad's hands came up to my waist and he wriggled and slid his fingers inside my briefs. As his fingertips latched onto my dick, I groaned again. "Oooh, ohh, ohhh!" That just felt so GOOD! He wrapped his fingers around it, which left my balls also covered and he used them to stroke my nuts while he wiggled my dick back and forth. You know that skin over it that kind of gets in the way when you need to pee? He was working that up and down and oh, my God, that was the best feeling in the world! I would have fallen backwards if he hadn't put his other arm around my waist and was using it to hold onto my leg and keep me in place. "You like that?" he asked me again. "Yeah, oh, yeah, that's even better, more, please more!" I panted. "Let me get those briefs off of you, then." Brad said, grinning at me, and I grinned back as well as I could, me panting in his arms. He started with those socks, and I gave them up gladly, and then he caught my briefs and with me wiggling and giggling in his arms on his lap, he slipped them over my buttocks and down my legs, until he had them up and off of me, he dangled them in front of me like a prize. "Now I got you nekkid." he leered at me. "Yeah." I agreed. "Come on, do it to me some more." "I sure will, kid." he said. He caught hold of me and stroked me hard and fast, and I crooned my joy as his fingers worked me. "Oh, oh, Brad, that feels so good, yeah, oh, oh, oh!" I moaned. "You want to feel something even better?" Brad asked me. "Yeah, oh, yeah." I agreed. With his hand on my dick, I would have agreed to anything at all he said! "Then the first thing we do is this." He said and stood up, me in his arms and he dumped me on the bed, me bouncing with my head on his pillow and laughing, and he put a knee on the bed and crawled up between my legs. I spread my legs to let him have room and with his head at my hard willy, he said, "And that lets me do this." And I gasped in shock as he did what he meant, which was he took my dick into his mouth and began to work it with his lips and tongue. I had never felt anything like this, I mean, I had felt a little of what he had done with his fingers when I touched myself, but the wet softness firmly holding my prick was enough to drive me crazy. And the tingling in my willy was suddenly going on overload. I moaned, hunched upwards at Brad's mouth, groaning loudly, I was exploding in my brain with so much pleasure, it was every ice cream cone, every Christmas present, every funny joke all rolled into one and it was pouring up from my dick that Brad was sucking on like a piece of hard candy! "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" I moaned as the feeling subsided at last. "Oh, man, Brad, that was...huh, huh, huh!...so good...huh, huh, huh!" I couldn't catch my breath for a moment. "Knew you'd love this little game." Brad said to me as he licked at his lips. "Just as much as I love sucking on a hard little boy dong like yours. God, I love the feel of that tiny little pud as it rolls around on my tongue and you shiver and quiver and then you groan, there's just nothing like it, nothing. A man fakes it, adds to it, trying to sound like more than he is, but with a boy, it's all real, every last bit of it." "Yeah, yeah!" I gasped. "Whoo! What a game!" "You want to play another round?" "Sure." I said quickly. "Only this time, you do what I did to you." Brad went on. He stood up and with both hands at his waist, grasped the bottom of his t-shirt and stripped it off. Then he sat on the bed to unthread the ties of his shoes, and as he did that, I got up onto my knees and got behind him and ran my hands over his bare shoulders, arms, chest. My fingers found his nipples and I felt how they were hard little round nubs, and I caught them and when I did, Brad hissed. "Uhhh!" he said, so I twisted them harder. Brad moaned a lot like I had, with me playing with his tits. "Uh, uh, let me get my clothes off, kid, and then you can dig in as much as you want." "Okay." I said and sat back. Brad got his shoes and socks off, then he stood up and said, "You ready to see this monster of mine?" "Yeah!" I said eagerly. He skinned out of his pants, and underneath was a pair of grayed, worn, sagging briefs otherwise a lot like mine. And a big part of that sag was from the huge organ he had in there! I goggled at its size, and it wasn't even fully hard or nothing! "You ready to get a good look at it?" Brad said as he put his hands on his hips and I saw his cock twitch and fatten. "Yeah!" I said, a long, slow sound, Y-e-a-a-a-h-h-h-h! "Here we go, then." And Brad shucked the briefs quickly and stood before me in all his unclothed glory! Everything his t-shirt had promised, he delivered on. A hugely muscled chest that tapered to a slim, taut stomach with the navel just a light dimple in it. A thick bush of hair around his cock and balls, but they were so big that the hair couldn't hide it, it was big as a banana, maybe bigger! "Whoa!" I said admiringly. "You want to play with this for me?" Brad offered. "Yeah, yeah!" I said and my hands reached for him. "Slow down, let me get on the bed." Brad said, but my hand grabbed his prod as soon as it got into reach. Brad had to kind of roll around on it to get onto his back, but he didn't protest. When he was safely on the bed, I began to whomp on his dick, I had to use both hands after a moment, but there was plenty of room. A thick gooey clear liquid oozed out and slopped over my hand. "Now put your mouth on it." Brad panted. "Come on, baby, I want to feel those soft little lips of yours wrapped around my thick man-dong, come on, let me feel you take it on that sweet little tongue and lick at it. Taste my salty man-spunk, baby, taste it!" And he caught my head in his hand and pushed at me. He didn't force me down but he wasn't letting go either as I moved into position for him. My only choice was not to move at all or do what he wanted. I tentatively tasted that slimy stuff on the tip of his pud. "Hey, that's good!" I said and I began to lap at his goo-covered dick like an ice cream cone. Brad moaned and cooed as I licked at him. "Yeah, lick that dick, baby, lick it clean and lick it good. Come on, baby, give it a jerk and I'll give you some more of that!" I did as he said, pulled his cock's skin down and then up and as he promised, more of that fluid poured out for me to lap up. "Time for your lips on it, baby." Brad panted. "Just a little of what I was doing for you, I'm so fucking hot right now, I can come in just a moment, come on, baby, give me a taste of that paradise in your mouth!" Encouraged by the pleasant taste of Brad's juices, I put my mouth on his cock and his hand forced me down on it a short ways. Not very far, there was no way I could take all of him like he had done for me. Just I had a bit of him and I moved my head up and down like Brad had done for me, and Brad was moaning, hard, panting heavily and true to his promise, after a bit of my lips moving on his pud, he said, "Here it comes, baby, here it comes, a whole lot of that hot juice for you, baby, you'll love it, get ready, here it comes, ah, ah, AH-GAH-HAHHH-NUUUHHH-GUHHH!" And true to his word, Brad gave me a load of hot man-juice right into my mouth! There was so much, it filled my mouth and sprayed out the edges, I choked and swallowed some more, and sputtered and more flew about, it was running everywhere, and Brad was still moaning, and still squirting, more and more! I held on as best I could, but when Brad was done, he was a real mess, and I had to do a lot of licking to get him cleaned up. Brad just crooned and loved the attention while I lapped up every white drop of his spunk. "Damn, you're hot, kid!" he said to me when I was done. "I could get used to you living next door to me." "Yeah." I agreed. "Geoffrey! Oh, Geoffrey!" Mom was home early! "Uh-oh!" I said. "Mom's here. I gotta hurry!" "Geoffrey, where are you? Geoffrey?" Mom moved down the hall, and I hurriedly dressed best I could. By the time she came back from checking the bathroom, I was coming out of Brad's room. "There you are, didn't you hear me calling you?" "I'm sorry." I said in lieu of answering her. "What are you doing out in the hallway, you know you're supposed to stay inside the room after dark." Mom chided me. "Anne threw me out." I accused my oldest sister, truthfully. "I was just playing and I knocked over one of Hilda's dolls, and Anne told me to wait out in the hall!" "I'm sure she didn't do that." Mom started. "Yes, she did." Brad said. He was only wearing his pants, but he was there, my avatar. "I was smoking a cigarette here when she did it." "We'll talk about this inside." Mom said and I followed her in. I won't bore you with all that happened next, it took a while. But when I got home from school the next day, Anne was waiting for me. "You don't come in here." she said. "Huh?" "Mom said you can just stay out of this room." Anne went on with vicious glee. "Your stuff is all packed out of here, no reason for you to come back in here, ever." "But...but where will I go?" "You're staying with the man across the hall." Anne said. "He's agreed to let you sleep with him from now on. And I say, good riddance!" And she shut the door in my face! "Really?" I said to the closed door. "Really." Brad said from across the hall. "Come on in, you're my new roommate. And I got a few more new games to teach you." With a joy that threatened to break my heart from my chest, I went across the hall to my new home. THE END Comments, complaints or suggestions? E-mail the Author at Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM