Date: Sun, 03 Jan 2010 00:09:23 -0500
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: The Trash Next Door, Conclusion

		      THE TRASH NEXT DOOR, CONCLUSION
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Mom had seen everything! When I got into our backyard again, she
opened the back door and yelped, "Brandon! Get in here right this minute!"
     I did, and quickly, when Mom is mad the worst thing you can do is
anything but exactly what she tells you, and right then!
     "You were over there, weren't you?" she demanded. "You went to those
people next door, you left the back yard and you went next door, didn't
you?"
     "Mom, I..."
     "I saw you, don't tell me you weren't over there."
     "I'm sorry." I said, finishing what I was going to say anyway.
     "You know I don't like you talking to strangers and those people,
that, that trash that lives next door, I don't want you to even look at
them! What were you thinking?"
     "They got a kid my age, Mom!" I protested. "His name is Roy and he
goes to my school, even. I just wanted to play with him."
     "Well, I never...." And Mom trailed off. "You know him from school?"
     "Uh, no." The worst thing you can do is lie to Mom, even if it takes
her five years to find out, she'll punish you like it just happened. I
found that out the hard way, the Christmas before last, when she had taken
away one of my presents from under the tree and gave it back to Santa
Claus, because she'd found out I had lied to her about two weeks before
then. From the way Dad had hung his head on Christmas morning, and I hadn't
gotten the Wii game station I'd wanted, so I was sure that was what she had
given back to Santa!
     "But I'm sure I'll see him next time we go to school, now he knows me
and I know him." I concluded.
     "Well..." Mom seemed to be foundering. "I don't want you going over
there."
     "Could I invite him over here, then?" I asked eagerly.
     "I suppose so." Mom said reluctantly.
     "And Heck, I mean Hector, his big brother, too?" I pressed my luck.
     "How old is he?" Mom wanted to know.
     "He's sixteen." I said.
     "Sixteen." Mom didn't like that. Her mouth worked like she had a just
taken a dose of really bad medicine.
     "But he's a real nice guy, Mom." I said. "He played with Roy and me
today."
     "Maybe." Mom said. "But you promise me you won't go back over to that
place. Promise me."
     "I promise." I said. I had a partial victory, and trust me, Mom was
making a major concession here as it was.
     Next day, I found Roy and invited him by after school. When Roy found
out it was only him, he protested, "But what about our games? Heck wants to
play with you, and so does my Dad!"
     "Mom wants to think about it." I said. "I think I can talk her into
letting Heck come over, after she meets you and stuff."
     "What about Dad?" Roy whined.
     "I know." I commiserated. "Maybe one day when Mom isn't home, you can
bring him by."
     "Maybe." Roy agreed. "Let me talk to Dad and see what he says."
     Roy didn't come by right after school, but I saw him and Joe, his Dad
out in the front yard. I waved and they waved back and motioned me to come
out, but Mom wouldn't let me go out the front door without her, so I shook
my head dolefully.
     They were still out there when Dad got home. He pulled up in his 2005
Lexus and got out, looking all big and important in his dark blue business
suit like he always does. His red tie was loosened at his neck but he was
otherwise the same as he had been when he left for work this morning.
     Joe called him over and they talked, me looking out the window. In no
time, they were laughing and talking like old friends, Joe in his
construction clothes and Dad in his suit. Dad looked at the window at me,
Joe said something, and my Daddy motioned for me to come out!
     I did so, eagerly, and Roy and I played chase in the front yard while
my Daddy and Roy's dad kept talking, and when Mom came out and saw, she
yelped like a dog I'd seen once when a kid (not me, I swear!) Had thrown a
rock and hit it. "Brandon!" she shrieked.
     "It's all right." my Dad said to Mom. "I'm right here and so is Joe."
And Dad made Mom come out and meet Joe. Heck came over about that time,
too, and Mom was introduced to him, as well.
     And by the end of that ten minutes or so that Mom talked to our new
neighbors, she had been forced to give way on all fronts. I was allowed to
come over and play at Roy's house whenever I wanted!
     That next day was Saturday, and Mom revealed over the breakfast table
that I needed to go to the store with her and buy some new clothes for
school. Dad was sitting at the table and relaxing, and he agreed with Mom.
     "But I was going to go over and play with Roy and Heck." I said,
barely avoiding Joe's name. Mom would have freaked if I'd used an adult's
first name and was going to play with him.
     "You can visit them after we get home." Mom said firmly. I saw Roy in
the window of his house as we were leaving and I waved goodbye to him.
     On the way to the store, I got an idea. Anything Mom showed me to wear
that she liked, I said I liked it too and we'd buy it. I ended up with some
pretty goofy outfits I never intended to wear, but we were done shopping in
no time and Mom was pleased as a sleeping kitten on your lap. We got back
home only an hour or so later.
     "Can I go play with Roy now?" I asked her when we went back inside.
     "You sure you don't want to try on your new clothes again?" Mom
wheedled.
     "Not right now." I said. "Can I, huh?"
     "Well, all right." Mom said. "I wonder where your father is?" Dad was
usually on the couch watching television on Saturday mornings.
     "Can I go? Huh?" I begged.
     "All right, but you come back for lunch, right at 12:30, you hear me?
I don't want to have to go over there after you." It was only 10:30 now,
two whole hours over at Roy's.
     "Yahoo!" I screamed loudly enough to make her wince, and I barely
remembered that if I was visiting them with Mom's permission, I should go
out the front door.
     I did and Roy was looking out his window, and when I saw him, he waved
me to come on in!
     He opened the door and promptly said, "Shhhh!"
     "Huh?"
     "Shhh!" he pressed his finger to his lips in a conspiratorial fashion
again.
     "What is it?" I whispered.
     "Come on." he said and took me up to his room. His room had a bathroom
with two doors, the other door led to Roy's room. Roy had me get undressed
with him in his room, then led me through the bathroom to peer outside.
     Daddy was there, with Hector and Joe. And my Daddy was naked right
along with them, sitting on the edge of the bed with an erection bigger
than Joe's! He had one big hand wrapped around it, and was slowly pumping
as he watched Hector and Joe.
     Heck was slurping on his dad's pud, wet sloppy sounds as he slid up
and down on Joe's cock.
     "Aw, man!" My dad moaned. "Aw, man! Aw, man!"
     "Okay, Son, now show our new neighbor how good you can please a man!"
Joe said.
     Heck obediently slid over and in between my Dad's legs, and Daddy
threw his head back and groaned as Heck sucked lustily on Daddy's
prick. "Oh, yeah!" my Dad grunted. "Yeah, be a good boy, be the best boy in
the world and suck my dick, oh, yeah!"
     "Bet you wish your boy could suck like mine does!" Joe said. He had
seen me and Roy over in the bathroom, watching them. He threw me a quick
wink.
     "Oh, yeah, yeah!" Daddy moaned. "Shit, I don't fucking believe it, you
got your son trained to be your personal cocksucker!" And Daddy laid back
on the bed and sprawled, leaving his entire body slack so he could love
Heck's loving his prick.
     "Of course, Heck's too old to be your son, Kevin." Joe told my
dad. "You ought to let my younger son give you a blow, so you can feel what
it's like to have a seven-year-old mouth on your pud."
     He motioned for Roy to come out, but when I tried to follow, he shooed
me back inside. "Stay here." Roy hissed at me. "You'll see."
     He came out of the bathroom. "Hey, Dad!"
     "Come on, Son, you need to show Brandon's dad how well you can suck
his dick."
     Heck climbed onto the bed and my Dad looked up to see Roy, little
naked Roy, coming at him with a big grin on his face. My Daddy grinned
back, his face sweaty and his mouth open and panting. "Yeah, come on, baby,
suck my dick."
     "Show him how it'd feel to have Brandon sucking on him, Son." Joe
urged his son. "Give him a taste of a boy's mouth on his pud."
     Roy's tongue came out and lapped at my Daddy's cock and my Daddy
crooned. "Oohhhh, ohhhh, ooohhhh!" He guttered. And Roy slowly slipped his
lips over my Daddy's glans.
     Joe motioned me to come out, but with a finger to his lips. Be quiet.
     I slinked out as silent as any mouse. Joe gestured me to get behind
the dresser, which blocked the view of me from my Dad. Daddy was moaning
and his hands had Roy's head firmly in hand and he was shoving Roy's head
up and down. Roy was grunting, even choking, but Daddy never let up.
     "Oh, God, Son, suck my cock, suck me, suck me harder, Son, harder!" he
groaned.
     "And when they get older, Kevin, you can do this with them." Joe said.
     Daddy looked over at Joe, as did I. Joe had Heck squatting down on his
pud, sliding his dad's dick up his butt! I gasped, but the sound of my
voice was drowned out by my Dad's.
     "Oh, man, you're going to fuck your son?" Daddy groaned. "Shit, I
can't believe it, I can't fucking believe it."
     Heck slid down on his Daddy's prod, now totally slicked up by his
spit. Heck got it down to the base and then his head raised up and closed
his eyes. "God, Dad, you feel so good in there." he said softly.
     "Get to bouncing on me, Son." Joe ordered. Heck began to move and my
Daddy moaned, he redoubled his efforts on Roy, forcing him to suck his cock
faster and faster.
     "Oh, God, oh, God." my Dad groaned.
     "Stop, Roy." Joe ordered.
     Roy obeyed and my Daddy let him go, dazed. "What? What?" he
mumbled. "What?"
     "You have to show your son you appreciate him." Joe instructed my
Dad. "Why don't you suck Roy's cock and show you how much you like it."
     "Huh? Huh?" My dad was still dazzled, he lay there numbly as Roy
clambered onto his shoulders, sitting on his chest.
     "Come on, sir." he said to my Daddy. "Suck my wienie for me, just like
you want to suck Brandon's."
     Daddy looked at Roy's little pud, and then he groaned and lunged and
Roy gasped as my Daddy generated a suction on him like crazy.
     Daddy was busy and I slid over, Daddy's prick was slicked up and
gleaming. I got it and sucked it down.
     "Suck my dick, Daddy, suck my dick." Roy chanted as my Daddy humped up
at me with his hips while he sucked on Roy. Daddy's cock was so rich, it
was weeping hot salty spunk out of it and I drank it down as fast as he
generated it. My Daddy was so hot, I knew he wouldn't last long. I sucked
on Daddy hard and fast and Daddy groaned.
     "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Roy moaned and he shivered in his little climax. My
Daddy was getting close, too, his groans were something majestic.
     Roy slid off and said, "Thank you, Daddy."
     "Thank you, Son." my Daddy panted. "You're a good cocksucker." I think
that was then he realized that Roy couldn't be the boy sucking his dick. He
looked down.
     "Oh, my God! Brandon?" He panted. "Oh, God, my son IS sucking my
cock!"
     "Shoot it in his mouth!" Roy urged my Daddy. "Squirt it in his mouth!"
     "Yeah, cream your son's tongue, make him drink it all down!" Joe put
in.
     "Yeah, shoot it, shoot it!" Heck added, in gasps for he was still
bouncing on Joe's lap, riding his Daddy hard.
     "Oh, God, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, SUCK ME, SON, SUCK DADDY'S DICK!" My
Daddy screamed out and that was when he shot his load.
     Hot loads of jizz squirted into my mouth, my Daddy's come, all of it
my Daddy's come! I gulped as hard as I could but it still got everywhere. I
lost my hold on it after the first few squirts, and the last of it covered
my face, then I caught it again and got the last few succulent drops of it
as my Daddy finished coming and gasped hard and heavy on the bed.
     "Man, what a load!" Roy marveled.
     "Huge one!" Heck agreed.
     "Really splattered your boy's face, Kevin." Joe agreed.
     "Oh, man, oh, man, baby, my son, my God, my son, my own baby son!"
Daddy sobbed.
     "Baby, baby!"
     I crawled onto the bed and into my Daddy's arms, lying on his strong
chest. His arms held me tenderly, sweetly, as he licked at my face,
cleaning my face from the squibs of spunk. I'd never had my Dad lick my
face before, the soft tongue felt so good. Then he licked my neck, my
chest, and finally his lips curled around my pud and my Daddy began to suck
me.
     I lasted only a couple of minutes, it was my Daddy doing it after all,
and I was quickly shivering and shaking with my orgasm. Then I settled back
down.
     My Daddy was brushing my hair with his fingers and saying soft things
to me, about how much he loved me and how he wanted to just hold me and
never let go. Then he hissed sharply all of a sudden.
     Heck had finished with his Dad, and I'd been so busy with my own Dad I
hadn't noticed that Joe had finished fucking his older son. Now Heck, his
ass all limbered up, was climbing onto my Dad's cock which had grown up
into renewed vigor.
     "Oh, God, oh, God!" my Dad moaned. "That warm ass feels so good!"
     "Nice and slippery, sir!" Heck said as he diligently slid it deeper
into his bowels. "Your boy left a lot of his spit-juice on it."
     "Oh, God, oh, God!" Daddy gasped as Heck began to move up and down.
     Roy and I lay on either side of my Dad, Roy's hand idly playing with
Joe's pud as he worked it. "I can't wait until I turn fifteen." Roy said.
     "Fifteen?" I asked.
     "That's when Daddy first fucked Heck." Roy explained. "He said that
when I had my fifteenth birthday, that would be my present, too."
     "Yes, it will." Joe promised his younger boy. "You need to grow a bit
before you take a man's cock up your shit tube, but by fifteen, you got
your growth and can take it."
     "Yeah?" I said. I turned to Daddy. "Can you fuck me when I turn
fifteen?" I asked.
     Daddy was getting ridden by Heck and loving it. "I will, Son." He said
to me. "I promise."
     "I love you, Daddy!" I said and threw myself against him and kissed
him full on the lips and he kissed me back.
     Daddy finished and said, "You know, my wife calls you three the trash
that moved in next door."
     "We're trash, huh?" Heck said to that. "You're now acting just like
us, so what does that make you?"
     I supplied the answer. "We're the trash that lives next door to you!"

				  THE END
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