Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2019 16:22:22 -0500
From: Erik Laufeyson <offsprng7x@gmail.com>
Subject: There Goes the Neighborhood 6

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I had not seen Connor again before he left to go back home and it was now a
few days after our night together. It was getting harder and harder to
concentrate on anything other than sex anymore. Each new encounter brought
not only someone new but a whole new experience of one kind or
another. Robbie was the first person I'd done anything sexual with, Max
gave me my first blowjob, Liam was the first time I had played with
someone's ass, and Connor was the first person to put something in mine.

I couldn't think of much else besides what other adventures and positions I
was missing out on. It was difficult to try and think of new things since I
had no reference for any of this. It wasn't like I could wander down to the
7-11 and pick up a porn magazine - I was only 14! And this being the 90s, I
certainly couldn't stream video to my heart's content on the internet.

Instead, I was relegated to my bedroom late at night trying to decipher
what was happening on the scrambled channels on my TV. I tried to watch for
tips and ideas on what I could do the next time I saw Robbie, Max, Liam, or
Connor. It also wasn't helpful that I never saw any channels with two men,
there was always a woman involved. Liam would be home next week from
vacation but Robbie and Max were due home tomorrow. Connor would come in
and out throughout the summer, I was sure. He would be harder to get alone
unless his grandparents needed a babysitter again. I was excited about
Robbie coming home though, I was anxious to show him all of the things I'd
learned and try them with him.

But he wasn't coming back until tomorrow so there was still the issue of
what I was going to do today. It was another ungodly hot summer day and the
humidity was crushing and I just wanted to sit in the cool darkness but I
was also clawing at the walls of my basement after so many days inside. I
needed a change of scenery at the very least so I headed outside to see if
anything was going on.

After wandering around for a while I came upon Dan's house. Dan was in my
grade and also 14 like myself. We both knew each other but I don't think we
had ever hung out without a group around. I didn't think there was anything
wrong with Dan but we just never seemed to click enough to become super
close even though we lived nearby each other. I also wasn't sure what Dan
did with his time outside of school. He didn't play on any of the school
teams even though he seemed in good enough shape from what I could tell. He
was smart but didn't join any of the academic clubs either. Even though I
lived just a block away from him I usually only saw him in school and
occasionally doing yard work outside.

That was actually what he was doing as I came up to his house. I didn't see
anyone else around so I figured I'd see if he needed help or wanted to do
something. I knew I was bored and starved for interaction if I was going to
help someone do yard work in this heat. As I walked up behind Dan I started
to size him up. I was enjoying this new hobby of mine, looking at the kids
I had known for years in this brand new light. They all had features that I
had never noticed before and it was quickly becoming my new favorite
activity to begin fantasizing about what I would want to do with them.

Dan had medium length black hair that was slicked back which was probably
helpful since he had clearly been sweating a good deal. He was wearing a
white undershirt that rode up as he bent over and showed his lower back. If
I looked closely I could see some of his vertebrae in his spine. Somehow he
was wearing jeans in this heat while working and it must have made him
sweat all the more.

He finally noticed me as I walked up the path toward him as he was bent
over and working in the dirt. He stood and I noticed the undershirt was
just too small for him and it hugged him in all the right places. He
groaned as he stood but then stretched his back as he jutted his hips
forward. His shirt rose a bit showing a tight midsection and even some
black hairs poking around.

"Hey, how's it going?" Dan asked.

"Not bad, how about you?" I responded.

Dan looked down at the soft earth he had been working in and a pile of
weeds that lay to the side. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand
but still managed to get some dirt on his forehead. It was actually kind of
cute.

"Well, I'm exhausted," he said. "I started doing all this super early this
morning to try and beat the heat but it got so hot so fast that I've been
dying out here." His shirt certainly attested to that. Sweat had made
patches of the shirt stick to his chest and gave him an odd sheen. Throw a
twinkle in his green eyes and I would have sworn I was talking to a walking
Diet Coke commercial.

"That sucks," I said. "Can I help?" I wasn't super keen on digging around
in the dirt but I felt bad for him. He was clearly exhausted and I wouldn't
mind being able to sneak some peeks of Dan as he stretched and reached in
his t-shirt. It would have been nicer if he was wearing shorts like me
instead of jeans but oh well.

"Actually," Dan said. "I think I'm done for today. The weeds are out and I
trimmed the bushes and everything yesterday." I laughed quietly to myself
as I thought I would have loved to be there when he trimmed his bush. "I'm
just done, I can't do this anymore today. You can help bag all this stuff
and get it in the backyard though."

"Sure thing," I said. We got to work piling up the weeds and refuse from
Dan's morning of yardwork and threw everything in large paper bags. Dan
seemed to just gingerly grab the full bags of debris where I had to get
down on my haunches and really lift each one. Dan certainly wasn't out of
shape but I hadn't realized how strong he was. I started paying closer
attention to his arms as they rippled with each time he picked up a
bag. The white undershirt strained a bit as his biceps flexed.

After we had put all of the bags in his backyard and put his tools back in
the shed, Dan looked absolutely beat. I was expecting to head home at that
point. I'd helped him with his work, yeah, but we weren't really "hang out"
kind of friends. More "friends of the situation" since we lived near each
other, were in the same class, and this was a small town where everyone
knew everyone. But he ended up surprising me ... in a lot of ways by day's
end.

"I'm freakin' exhausted and it's way too hot out here," he said. "Want to
head inside?"

"Sure," I said. We headed through his back door and stood in his
kitchen. It wasn't as cool in his house as I had hoped but Dan went to the
refrigerator and got us both a drink.

"Sorry the AC isn't working," he said. "My dad keeps saying he's gonna fix
it but he's taking forever. My mom doesn't really care because she's at
work all day and she's always cold anyway."

"It's fine," I said between gulps of sweet, sweet coldness in a glass.

"It's better downstairs," Dan said. "Here." He grabbed my glass and topped
us both off before he led me down into the basement. The lights were off
but there were a few small windows toward the ceiling that let enough light
in to see but kept the heat at bay. It was definitely better than upstairs
but I wouldn't say it was cool either.

Dan put his glass on a small table and then flopped down across the
couch. I settled into a chair next to the couch. Dan was splayed across the
entire couch in a half laying/half lounging position. His shirt was riding
up again and I couldn't help but try to see what was underneath. It didn't
go up much and it was dark in there so it was hard to see.

We sat in silence for a few minutes as Dan was clearly resting from his
morning's work. I was starting to think he'd fallen asleep and I should
leave when he finally spoke without opening his eyes. "There's a fan over
there if you want to put it on. It's better down here but I know it's not
exactly cold either."

"Yeah, sure," I said. He wasn't wrong and the fan might help. I walked over
to the small, oscillating fan on top of a set of shelves. It began blowing
and circulating air in the basement. Dan stirred slightly as the air hit
him. Before I sat down in the chair again he had sat upright and leaned
forward.

"I need to hop in the shower," he said. "I'm disgusting."

I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do here. I knew that I wanted him to
invite me to join him in the shower but I also knew that was more than a
longshot. I nervously laughed and said, "heh heh, no, you're not."
Mr. Suave I was not.

He chuckled lightly. "Trust me," he said. "I really am. If you could see
what's under all this," he said gesturing to his shirt and jeans, "you'd
know how gross it is in here."

Little did Dan know that there was little I wanted more at that moment than
to do exactly that.

"While I'm in the shower, there's an NES over there," he said. "You can
play whatever's there and I'll be out in a few." He turned and walked into
a door on the other side of the basement. Looked like the finished basement
also had a finished bathroom.

I could see that Dan didn't close the door entirely and a bit of light
splashed into the basement. I heard Dan making "ungh" sounds as he peeled
off the sweat and dirt-covered clothes and his clothes hitting the tile
floor of the bathroom. I heard the water start and the clink of the shower
curtain closing. I so desperately wanted to walk into that bathroom and
slide in behind him in the shower but he had given zero hints he had
anything like that in mind. I'd gotten too lucky already considering my
recent experiences, I had to stop thinking that EVERYONE wanted the same.

I shook my head and moved on. I flipped through the games Dan had by the TV
and popped in one called "Kung-Fu." I grabbed the controller and sat on the
floor to begin playing. The game was either less than thrilling or I was
pre-occupied with other thoughts because I couldn't get into the game at
all. I was also starting to notice the heat more since I wasn't so focused
on watching Dan on the couch.

I stood up and walked over to the fan and let it sweep back and forth in
front of me. The air felt good on my face. I didn't want to start sweating
through my shirt so I lifted the front of my shirt up and away from me
letting the air of the fan cool off my stomach and lower chest. The cool
air rushing up the shirt sent a little chill through me. It was
exhilarating in the heat. I was apparently so focused on this little thrill
that I had noticed the shower turned off.

"Oh, geez!" I said, startled that Dan was all of a sudden standing next to
me. I hadn't realized he was done in the shower and walked back out to the
main room of the basement. I immediately froze in place, shirt still pulled
up to my chest, and mouth agape as I realized Dan was standing there in
only a towel. It made sense, he had used the basement bathroom and his
clean clothes were probably upstairs in his bedroom.

I was frozen in place because I was stunned by his body. Even though I had
known Dan for several years, I had never seen him with his shirt off and
apparently his clothes did him absolutely no justice. I had never seen
someone who had so much definition before in my life. Even in magazines, it
was so difficult to get ahold of photos of men that nothing prepared me for
what was before me. Dan had exquisitely chiseled everything. He wasn't big
and bulky but it seemed like every muscle been carved and outlined on him.

My eyes started at his neck just swam down every crevice. Down his pecs and
across his dark tan nipples which were sticking straight out as the fan
blew cold air across them. His abs were works of art, carved marble from
Michelangelo himself. He even had two indented lines running from above his
hips down to somewhere under his towel. I had no idea what muscles were
which but seeing this level of definition was a new treat for me. I didn't
see any other hair on Dan's body except for the light happy trail of black
hair going from his navel downward. It perfectly matched his wet black hair
that was slicked back away from his face.

I don't know how long I had taken to scour every inch of his amazing body
but I was jolted back when Dan said, "oh, sorry! Didn't mean to startle
you."

"Mmm, no worries," I said. "Just wasn't paying attention to anything except
this fan," I joked.

"Actually," Dan replied. "Not a bad idea. I think I'm already starting to
sweat again after that shower, haha!" Dan moved closer and stood right
beside me in front of the oscillating fan. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed
the air.

I took the opportunity and leaned back to check out his other side. His
perfectly V-shaped torso was just as impressive from the back. I could see
certain muscles even in his relaxed state and his back met the rim of the
towel with a small dimple. His ass was high and round, it ably kept the
towel up and looked like it was meant for grabbing hold of.

"This feels so good," Dan said of the fan. He opened his eyes and looked
down then grabbed his towel with both hands. He untied the front of the
towel and opened it wide in front of him. "Oh, God, that's even better," he
said as the fan began blowing in his open towel.

I tried for about six seconds to not look down at his open towel but the
temptation was simply too great. I looked over to my side and saw where his
defined torso gave way to a gorgeous sight. He had very short, black pubes
that were still sticking to his skin from being wet in the shower. His ball
sack hung low in the heat and showed just the barest layer of peach fuzz
across it.

His dick hung down and extended for several inches before ending in a
short, round bell at the end. It seemed to sprout out from his hips before
dropping in an arching droop. It seemed the perfect size and shape for me
to get down underneath and slide into my mouth.

I started to bring my gaze back up Dan's torso and chest when I noticed
that he was looking at me. Apparently, I had been less subtle than I
thought I was.

"Do you, uh, like what you're seeing?" Dan asked.

"What? No," I lied through my teeth. "What are you talking about?"

Dan looked down and I followed his gaze to the raging erection in my
shorts. There was no hiding it as I was still holding my shirt up to cool
off from the fan. Shit. There wasn't a way to explain this, was there? I
looked back at Dan but his face showed nothing. He just stood there, towel
still open to the fan, staring at me. We both stood still and silent for
what seemed like an eternity.

Suddenly, Dan dropped the towel to the floor without breaking his
gaze. Every fiber of my being wanted to look down and even more so when Dan
turned to face me. Without losing eye contact, I did the same and faced
him, finally dropping my shirt. Dan's hand reached out slowly and connected
with my elbow. He ran his fingers down my arm before grabbing the back of
my hand. He slowly began to pull my hand and I had no idea what he was
doing until he maneuvered my hand onto his dick.

His dick was not hard yet but as soon as my fingers closed around the shaft
I could feel the blood rushing in and it got harder in my hand. We still
stared at one another as I squeezed his growing dick slightly. He took a
sharp inhale with the sensation. I took a step forward so we were closer
together and I could hear him breathing.

I gently began stroking his growing cock as it began to stretch up and up
in my hand. I alternated light and heavy pressure to begin a rhythm. This
may not have been the first time I was jerking off another guy but I'd
learned that everyone was different and liked something else. My goal was
to find out what Dan liked and give it to him better than anyone else
could.

By then Dan's cock was completely hard. Much the same as when it was soft,
his hard cock had an arch to it almost like a frowning mouth. It was
definitely not going to make me frown and I was already getting anxious to
take his cock into my mouth. I'd not had a lot of experience with giving a
blowjob since I'd only had a few moments with Robbie and then one time with
Connor (who was much smaller than Dan), but I knew I wanted more.

I continued stroking his cock, sliding from the base to the head but never
losing contact. Dan also never looked away or closed his eyes for more than
a second. His focus remained directly at me as I worked his shaft up and
down. I could see his chiseled chest begin to rise and fall more quickly as
I stroked and stroked his hard cock in my hand.

Dan's hand moved up and grabbed the waistband of my shorts in a tight
grip. In one motion he yanked my shorts and underwear down. They slid down
my legs and collapsed on the floor, my own hard cock bouncing up and down
as they passed by. He stood still for a few moments, letting me enjoy the
freedom and air on my cock before his hand gripped my cock in much the same
way I gripped his. He began to move his hand up and down my shaft to match
my timing. It was an oddly thrilling sensation, feeling his hand on my cock
in just the same way mine was on his. The rhythm we made together was
perfect harmony and the intensity of the continued eye contact brought
things to another level.

I don't know how long we stood there with each other's hard cocks in our
hands but it could have been days and it would have felt like only a few
minutes. I enjoyed the intimacy that we were sharing with each other,
looking into each other's eyes as we gave each other such pleasure. I tried
to map his cock in my mind based only on what I felt in my hand. Was that a
vein that ran along the side of it? How much did it curve when hard as
opposed to when soft? Was his ball sack still hanging low or did it
contract?

Suddenly Dan's other arm reached around behind me and he placed it on the
small of my back. I thought he was going to swipe my shirt off in just the
same manner he had my shorts but instead, he pulled me in closer to him. My
chest was now pressed up against his. Our bodies were connected and our
cocks both pointed downward to accommodate. We stood still - except for our
hands playing with our dicks - and stared into each other's eyes. It was an
even new level of intimacy, being this close to someone. I could feel his
breath on my face.

Dan moved in to kiss me and I happily obliged. Breaking our eye contact for
the first time since this started, our mouths connected and it sent thrills
throughout my body. At first, just our lips were pushed together but I
quickly pushed my tongue into his mouth. I wasn't always going to be the
one to wait for the next move. Our tongues wrestled with each other as our
hands moved furiously below. Dan's hand was still on my lower back and he
pulled me into him tighter. I adored the competing sensations across my
body and just let myself fall into all of them.

Dan moved his hips back slightly as we maintained our deep and probing
kiss. His hand left my cock and I was momentarily saddened before I
realized what he was doing. He removed my hand from his cock and grabbed it
himself. He then also grabbed my cock in his hand and I could feel my shaft
pressed tightly against his own hard cock. He began stroking both of us
together in one movement. I was in heaven, the combination of his rough
hand on one side and the soft skin of his cock on the other sent my own
throbbing dick into overdrive.

With both my hands now free, I slid one across his hips and around the back
of his body. I felt the dimple on his lower back and slowly traced my
finger down the crack of his ass. It was smooth and soft and his ass stuck
out like a ball. I slowly traced my finger up and down the crevice, never
pushing in too far. The touch was soft and light before I reached back and
slapped his ass with an audible cracking sound.

He moaned deeply into our kiss and his hand gripped our cocks even tighter
as he wasn't expecting this ass play. The reaction was everything to me at
that moment. Knowing I had given him as much pleasure as he had been giving
to me was more of a turn-on than anything else could be.

I returned to gently caressing his ass, this time rubbing my hand over the
cheeks, cupping from underneath, and tracing the outline with my fingers
before *crack* another slap.

"Mmmmmm," Dan said as our tongues continued wrestling with each other. His
hand became tight around our dicks and he stood on his toes for a few
moments.

I was quickly becoming even more interested in his ass and he seemed to
enjoy having it played with. I was lost in dreams of Dan's ass when he
pulled his mouth away from me but paused close enough where I could still
feel his heavy breathing. His hands stopped moving on our cocks, still
pressed together in his tight grip, and we stood there intertwined with
each other just enjoying out bodies being next to one another.

Dan took a slow, deep breath before taking a step back. He released his
grip on our cocks and mine bounced a bit as I took a step back as well.

"We should move to the couch," Dan said. I wasn't going to argue. I stepped
out of my shorts and underwear that were around my ankles and I grabbed the
bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, finally joining Dan in his
level of nakedness. As I threw my shirt to the floor I looked over and saw
Dan walking to the couch. His pert, round ass seemed to almost bounce with
each step. I wasn't entirely sure what I wanted to do to his ass but I knew
I needed it in some way. Everything I'd done with another guy so far was so
focused on their dick that I was starting to expand my obsession.

Dan started moving pillows on the couch so we would have room to lie
down. I came up behind him and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him toward
the couch. His knees landed on the middle cushion and he grabbed the back
of the couch. He turned his head to look behind him. I pressed myself
against his back with my hard cock slipping between his legs. It felt so
good sliding past his thighs.

My hands grabbed his waist and I kissed the back of his neck. He closed his
eyes and any look of confusion dissipated. I squeezed his waist slightly as
I moved my kissing down. Dan's head dropped as he seemed to focus on my
hands and lips traversing his body. I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing
as I was riding pretty much entirely on instinct and hormones at that
point. I just knew I needed to feel every inch of Dan's perfect body and I
wanted to do so with as many parts of my own body as possible.

My hands started sliding across his skin anywhere they could go. Across his
back, around to his chest and abs, down his legs and up. I loved the slight
friction that sparked between us as my hands moved all around. I continued
kissing his back, running down along his spine. My hard cock was sliding
slightly in and out between his legs.

I looked down and Dan's ass was a thing of beauty. It was still perfectly
round and the cheeks pushed together slightly with his legs separated on
the couch. He would flex every so often when my hands ran over a sensitive
part of his body and it just called to me even more. I brought my hand up
and smacked his ass again, eliciting another moan from Dan. I lightly ran
my finger up the crack, gently teasing his undercarriage at the start. This
made Dan shiver a bit. He clearly was into his ass being played with. I
continued playing with his ass, cupping it and running my fingers up and
down, as I kissed his shoulders, back, lower back. He was squirming now. He
didn't seem able to sit still with the overload of sensations going on.

It was not something I had planned to do and I don't think I consciously
thought about it but I was running full-on autopilot at that point. I
planted my hands on Dan's hips and brought my knees to the floor. My face
was directly in front of Dan's ass. I could even see his ball sack hanging
down low through his legs.

My hands slid down to spread his ass cheeks apart and I was all of a sudden
staring at the first asshole I'd ever seen. The area was completely
hairless and I marveled at how clean everything was. I didn't really know
what to expect but I was surprised nonetheless. I had played with Liam and
Connor's asses before but I was never able to really look at them while I
did it. This was a new vantage point and it sparked something in me.

When I got to my knees I had planned to begin fingering Dan like I had
Connor. It got such a reaction out of Connor that I wanted to hear those
sighs and moans again but from Dan this time. However, seeing this sight
for the first time triggered a spur of the moment decision on my part. I
don't know where it came from and I did it without thinking but I slowly
moved my face toward Dan's ass and I stuck my tongue out.

My tongue made contact with Dan's asshole and it was a sensation I'd never
even dreamed of before. There was taught skin being pulled in both
directions from my hands surrounding the soft hole at the center. I
immediately noticed a taste and smell of a soap - was it lavender or some
flowery variety? He was still perfectly clean from his shower and it
showed. His body radiated heat from this angle and I let it wash over my
face as my tongue circled the outer rim of his asshole.

Dan jumped when I had made contact. He wasn't expecting that to happen but,
to be fair, neither was I. He was looking back at me, unsure of how to
react. He seemed to be thinking that, while not what he thought was going
to happen, it didn't feel bad either. Was he waiting to see what I would do
next? Did he want more but didn't know how to ask for it?

I decided to keep going unless Dan told me to stop. My tongue continued
circling the puckering center. My hands gripped tighter, steadying Dan
during these new sensations. I breathed in deep, enjoying the mix of
cleanliness and his own body's fragrance. I inhaled through my nose quickly
before placing the tip of my tongue against Dan's hole and pushing in.

Dan gave a short yelp and I felt his body jerk. I kept my tongue steady
inside the gateway of his ass but waited for him to object or push me
away. I looked up over his round ass and saw Dan turn back away from me,
his head facing forward again. He arched his back and protruded his ass out
- which meant right into my face. I heard a soft sigh come from him and I
realized that he was enjoying this after all.

He wasn't the only one.

I began moving my tongue around in circles, enjoying the now salty-lavender
taste I was getting. I flicked the tip of my tongue up as it popped out of
Dan's hole. He pushed his ass out again toward my face with a soft
"yesssss" leaving his lips. I moved forward more and let my tongue run in
every direction it wanted to go. It lapped across and up, it ran around the
rim, it forced its way in. What I lacked in technique I made up for in
dedication.

By that point, Dan was past his confusion and into ecstasy. He began moving
his hips back to front so I would go deeper and harder with my tongue. He
was gyrating all around, his body a beautiful set of muscles all working
with each other. I thought he was going to get up but he shifted his knees
on the couch and moved one hand behind him. He grabbed my head and pulled
it against him, my face pressing against his bubble butt and my open mouth
going as deep to his hole as possible.

My right hand slid off his hip and down his thigh, running behind his knee
and running up his inner thigh. I caressed across his taint before grabbing
his cock with my hand. My overhand grip matched his arched dick
perfectly. Dan moaned again as my fingers wrapped around his hard shaft. As
I continued my tongue's work my hand began stroking his cock. We quickly
found our rhythm as our bodies began moving in one fluid motion.

I continued my dual attack on Dan's pleasure centers for some time, keeping
my tongue and hand working in time with his gyrations and movements. I
could feel him moving more and more and he was moaning more loudly and
frequently. I pulled my hand from his cock and moved my head back,
releasing his ass from my mouth. There was a flash of "wait, what
happened?!" on Dan's face before I stood up, grabbed him by his legs, and
flipped him over. He was now lying on his back with his legs hanging off
the couch. I was standing between his legs looking down on him.

Dan was still slightly unsure why I had stopped our rhythm and separated
our bodies. I knelt down and Dan spread his legs as far as he
could. Instead of going back down to his asshole I opened my mouth and
devoured as much of his hard cock as I could. I wasn't able to get the
entire shaft in my mouth but I made sure to pay special attention to the
head as I went down. I kept my tongue flat and rubbed under the head. I
made sure to wrap my hand around the part of his shaft I was unable to get
down my throat.

After several minutes of taking Dan's cock in my mouth, I started to
realize he was not reacting the same way as when I was rimming him. I was
enjoying sucking on his cock but knew I had to get him back to moaning and
feeling as much pleasure as possible. Without removing my mouth from his
cock, I put hands behind his legs and lifted them into the air. He was now
laying with his back on the couch cushion with both legs in the air and my
mouth still furiously working his long, hard shaft.

I brought my hand up to his hole and wormed a finger in between his ass
cheeks and teased his hole with my middle finger. Dan started squirming
immediately with attention on his hole once again. My fingertip came up
against his hole and I could feel his muscles already contracting, trying
to pull it in. I didn't waste any more time and I slipped my finger in with
a slight popping sound. My finger slipped in easily since I had spent some
time lubing the area up with my tongue.

Dan moaned as my finger went deeper into his ass bit by bit. I pulled it
back but reinserted it before it left him completely. I began a
back-and-forth rhythm with my finger to match my mouth on his cock. He was
moaning loudly now, each deep thrust of my finger eliciting another deep
breath, another moan, another gyration of his sculpted body. He was
breathing quickly now, his body pulsing with raw, sexual energy. I could
tell that he was building to his climax and I was ready for it.

I worked my finger back and forth even faster, now slamming it all the way
as far as it would go. Dan's hands were gripping the edge of the couch in
absolute pleasure as I continued working his shaft with my lips, tongue,
and mouth. Dan's body started to go rigid all of a sudden as he hit his
climax and I felt his cum begin to hit the back of my throat and tongue a
second later. I kept my mouth clamped on his cock as spurt after spurt of
cum filled me. I did not relent on his asshole until the final blast of cum
landed on my tongue.

I froze my finger and mouth for a few seconds before slowly removing
both. I watched Dan's body begin to unfreeze itself and relax back to its
normal state. His legs began to lower and trapped me between them once
again but Dan took no notice of this. He was in his own world. I rubbed his
legs as he began to come around again, opening his eyes to a wonderous,
post-coital moment.

I stood and looked down at him, still absolutely stunning in apparently any
position. It was then that I realized for the first time since we got to
the couch that my own cock was pointing out ahead of me and was hard as
steel. I was so engrossed in giving Dan as much pleasure as I could that I
hadn't even realized that I had been dripping pre-cum during my rim
session. I wasn't exactly sure what pre-cum was at that point in time but I
knew it meant that I needed to blow the real thing and soon.

I wasn't the only one who thought so as Dan reached up and grabbed my hard
cock in his hands. His hands were deceptively rough and didn't match the
smooth, taut skin of the rest of his body. He grabbed my cock with a hard
motion and began jacking me off. His motion wasn't fluid but jagged and
jerking. I wasn't used to this kind of manhandling, everyone I'd been with
was softer and more rhythmic with their hands on my cock. This was new and
exciting.

Dan kept rocking my shaft with his pull and push, my hips and body began to
rock with his motions. I didn't know how much more I could last, the rough
tugging of my cock was driving me absolutely wild. I could feel my orgasm
starting to build in my balls which were bouncing back and forth with my
body's motion. I knew I couldn't hold it back any longer.

I gave in to the feeling and my orgasm hit me hard. "Oh, fuck, Dan!" I said
loudly as my balls emptied and I began shooting bursts of cum all over
Dan's chest. One after another, they burst forth and splashed onto him. His
hand continued its rough use of my dick until I was done and I froze for
several minutes.

My cum ran down his chest and fell into the crevices between his muscles
and abs. He let me stand there in delight for several minutes before he
nudged me with his leg. I came back to reality and took a step back to see
my handiwork. I felt an odd sense of accomplishment seeing Dan's chest and
abs covered in my cum. I'd earned that by giving him such pleasure.

I reached my hand out and Dan grabbed it as I helped him to his feet. He
looked down at his chest with my cum splattered across it.

"Goddamn, dude," Dan said. "You drenched me."

I blushed slightly. "Sorry," I said sheepishly.

"No, no," he said. "I wasn't complaining. In fact, I think we should start
hanging out more often."

I smiled with a devilish grin. "I think I'd like that."

"Me too," Dan said. "But right now I need to take ANOTHER shower to clean
all this off," he said gesturing to his chest. My cum was starting to run
southward down his body. Part of me wanted to get back on my knees and lick
it off of his chiseled body but I could feel my boldness retreating as soon
as we had both exploded into or onto each other.

"Yeah, I think you so," I said laughing slightly. Dan walked across the
room and into the bathroom. I could hear the water start flowing as I bent
down to start picking up my clothes.

"Uh, Erik?" I heard Dan call from the bathroom. I looked up to see him
standing in the doorway. "Are you coming to help me clean up or what? You
were the one who made this mess after all."

"I guess it's only fair," I said with a smile. I walked over to the
bathroom door and Dan slipped his arm across my hip and curled it around
the small of my back. Drawing me closer I could could feel my cum press
against me. Dan moved in and our mouths met in a deep kiss for several
minutes.

Both of our cocks were hard once again and pressed against each other. Our
kiss broke and Dan slapped my ass.

"Now get in that shower," he said.

I dutifully obliged and Dan followed behind me. We spent most of the day
together all around his house and rarely with any clothes on. As it started
getting later we knew we had to wrap things up as his mother would be
getting home from work soon. After I had gotten dressed and we said our
good-byes (though certainly not for good), I started on my way back home.

I had already started getting semi-hard again as I thought about Dan's
ass. I had surprised myself when I started rimming him (even if I didn't
know there was a word for what I had done) but I was quickly becoming
obsessed with asses and I began wondering what else one could do with one.

And more importantly, with whom and when I would be able to try.

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Thus ends chapter 6 of the ongoing adventures of Erik in the neighborhood!

I hope you enjoyed Dan because I'm thinking he might make a return in a
future chapter. There are still some more neighborhood residents I have
bouncing around inside my head but let me know if you'd like a reunion with
Robbie or if you want to keep meeting some new partners for Erik.

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can reach me at Offsprng7X@gmail.com. Let me know what you liked, weren't
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