My Neighbor And Me, Part II

(Part 1 from 3. Fiction.)

After the hot and steamy sex we had in Steve’s garage, I pulled up my shorts up and Steve, his pants. We sat down on a work bench. He popped open a couple more sodas and we talked about old cars as if nothing ever happened. Once I downed my final sip, I told him that I better get going cause I wanted to finish the lawn before dark. 

He replied, “ OK, see you soon, Todd, I hope,” as he stood up and hit the garage door button.

When I wheeled the mower across the cul-de-sac back to my front yard, I could feel the biting sting in my hole from the first ass fucking of my young life. But it was a good feeling. I pondered deeply over what I had just done with Steve. And while I was somewhat confused and even a little ashamed of the fact that I bent over his car and let him buttfuck me, I knew deep down that I desperately wanted him to do it again.

When I pulled the cord to kick the engine over, I could feel my ass lips leaking cum to the point of where some of it actually ran down the inside of my back leg. I kind of cherished it and certainly wasn’t alarmed. In fact, when I started mowing the lawn again, I kept fantasizing in the back of my mind over my neighbor and his hot fat dick fucking me up my ass again. 

By the time I finished cutting the last patch of grass, it was getting dark. No sooner had I put the mower away when my mom called me in for dinner. I unexpectedly became a little nervous. The last thing I wanted my parents to see was sticky cum on the back of my leg even though they probably wouldn’t know what it was even they did notice it. It wasn’t as though in everyday America teenage boys got buttfucked by their chubby older neighbors to the point of where cum trickled out of their butts and dribbled down their legs. 

But I quickly sneaked by my parents who were chatting in the kitchen, washed my hands and wiped Steve’s cum off my leg in the bathroom. 

At dinner, my father asked if I got all the lawn mowed. I replied that I did , but that the mower broke down for a while. I added that our neighbor with the GTO across the cul-de-sac helped me fix it. My dad said he thought he heard the sound of the mower stop for a while, but thought I was just taking a long break . When he asked what our neighbor’s name was, I replied, “Steve,” and that he installed one of his gas filters on our mower. 

My dad exclaimed somewhat upset and in frustration , “We have two gas filters right there on the upper front left shelf in the garage --so be sure you give Steve one of ours by tomorrow--I don’t want him to think that you weren’t grateful, Todd”.

“Grateful!” --I asked myself. “If you only knew Dad just how grateful I really am to Steve for helping me fix the mower. Not only did I kiss, suck and lick his rosy red-nipples, chest, and chubby tummy all over once he fixed the mower, but I also got down on my teenage knees on the concrete floor in his garage and sucked his cock then bent over his car and let him buttfuck me to the point of were I let him cum in me. Some of his cum even leaked out of my hole and ran down my leg, therefore I had to sneak by you and mom just now to wipe it off so you wouldn’t notice his sticky stuff all over my leg, ” I told myself. 

But instead, I took a sip of water from my glass and said , “Sure dad, maybe I’ll even take the gas filter over tonight before I go out.” 

My mom asked me where I was going. I looked at her for a moment and casually replied, “ Probably over to Michael’s, Mom. Jim and Sean are coming over and we are just going to hang out and probably watch movies --I might spend the night--if that’s OK”. 

My mom replied, “But you aren’t going to drive your car are you?” I replied, “No, Mom, I’m just going to walk over.” 

Walking always comforted my mom knowing that I wouldn’t be out with the car ( Michael only lived about a mile away and normally I would walk over to his house anyway). My parents had known all three of my friends since we were children, so my parents didn’t have any problem with me spending the night. 

My mom replied, “That’s fine dear, just be sure to call us and let us know if you decide to stay over-- We are going to a movie tonight right after dinner and you’re welcome to go along with us if you like (meaning my parents and my sister)”. 

I replied, “No thanks Mom--you all have a good time--I’ll call you later tonight and leave a message if you all are not home yet and I decide to stay.” 

After dinner, and once my parents and sister left for the movies, I went into the bathroom, relieved myself from the fudge packing I got and took a hot shower. As the hot water flowed over my naked teenage body and the steamy warm mist filled the air, all I could think about was my neighbor. I wanted to suck his cock again. I wanted to kiss his hairy nipples again. I wanted to kiss his hot chubby mannish tummy all over again. And I wanted him to buttfuck me again with that juicy thick hot cock of his. I was so horny, I jacked-off in the shower once I soaped myself up thinking about my neighbor chasing me with only my jockstrap on through the park late at night when everyone was asleep, catching me, bending me over one of the marble park benches and then buttfucking me with only my jockstrap on just like he did in his garage. 

After I blew my load, I relaxed for a few minutes as the warm water rushed over my body. When I got out the shower, I toweled myself off and laid over my bed. I rested for a few minutes then nervously went out into the garage with a towel wrapped around my waist and grabbed one of the new gas filters. I couldn’t decide if I had enough nerve in me to go back to my neighbor’s house so soon, or should I just go over to my friend Michael’s house like I was already planning to do earlier that day. I put on a new white jockstrap, casual tan shorts, blue button down short-sleeve shirt and leather sandals.

When I headed out the door, I finally decided to walk over to Michael’s even though I held the gas filter in my hand. I went as far as three blocks, but turned around. I had to see if my neighbor was home. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. When I walked up his driveway, I could see a light on in the den. I fidgety rang the door-bell and hoped he would soon answer. 

When Steve opened the door and saw me standing there, a pleasant smile crossed his face. He exclaimed, “ Hey Todd, Come on in guy,” As I walked through the doorway, I said, “I didn’t know this, but my father already had two new gas filters-- so he insisted that I pay you back right away”. 


Steve snickered and remarked, “Well, OK--thanks”--As I handed it to him. He was dressed in jeans and a nice solid gray pullover shirt as if he were getting ready to go out. He said, “Come on, sit down on the sofa and let me get you a soda,” as he walked into the kitchen . 

I replied, “Sure, thanks”.

Steve could sense my uneasiness, but he also knew that I wanted him. After all, why else would I come over to his house at almost 10 P.M. to repay him for a stupid little gas filter. When Steve came back into the den, he handed me a soda and sat down in the chair next to me. He asked, “So what are you up to tonight?”

I replied, “Not much--I was thinking about going over to one of my friend’s house and watching some movies with my buddies”. 

Steve asked , “Oh-- do you go over to your friend’s often?”

I explained that me and three or four of my lifelong buddies sometimes got together over at my friend, Michael’s house during summer and watched movies all night --and then we usually crashed out there.

Steve remarked, “I see--are you in a hurry to get over there?” 

I replied, “Well, not really. I can’t decide if I want to go over there or not tonight.” I added that if I spent the night, normally I called my parents to let them know. 

Steve put his hand on my leg and said, “Well if you want-- you’re more than welcome to hang out here and even spend the night if you want to.” 

I kind of smiled and replied, “Well let me call my friend and tell him I’m going pass tonight then”. 

I could tell instantly Steve was extremely happy with my decision. He got out of his chair and said, “Here let me show where the phone is--it’s in the kitchen”. 

He led me into the kitchen and pointed to a wall phone right by the cabinets. Steve stood behind me and placed his hands around my stomach. I froze and let him work them up and down my chest and all over my stomach for he knew this is what I yearned for and why I really came over. 

My cock skyrocketed and my heart, Pounding! I could feel Steve’s heart pounding too which of course meant he had a very stiff cock as well by now. Slowly, he unbuttoned my shirt and placed his firm hands on my nipples. He teased them for a few moments and then worked his hands all over my naked chest and stomach. “God does ever feel so good--this is what I really want,” I told myself. 

Gradually, Steve worked his hands down to my shorts and unbuttoned them. Once he pulled them down slightly, he got terribly excited again when he saw that I was wearing a brand new white jock strap. Of course we both knew I was wearing it just for him. 

With utter eagerness, Steve knelt down and tugged my shorts down to my ankles. He looked up at me for a moment so he could without a doubt admire me standing in nothing but my jockstrap and an unbuttoned shirt. He unbuckled my sandals, then helped me out of them as well as my shorts. I could sense Steve was as ecstatic now looking up at my hot youthful body. He stood back up behind me again and rubbed my nipples & chest all over as he carefully removed my shirt.

“Oh, now this is just what I want,” I told myself. I loved wearing nothing but my jockstrap while a tubby older shorter man stood directly behind me and both fondled & rubbed my teenage body with his firm hands. Steve was so very passionate! He vigilantly worked his hands in and out of my jockstrap and all over my youthful butt which I knew thrilled him beyond belief. I felt as though I was slutting myself now which was just the submissive inner-self that I always desired to experience. 

After a few minutes, Steve smiled and said, “Opps, I got so carried away with you, I think you better call your friend now." 

As I dialed the number, Steve continued to rub his hands all through my jockstrap and butt. God, did this ever feel so hot!

When my friend Michael answered the phone, I asked him to cover for me that night and if my Mom called later--to tell her that I fell asleep in his room. Michael laughed and said, “Well, I hope you have a hot time tonight,” thinking I was with a new girlfriend. I replied, “Oh don’t worry, I will,” as Steve rubbed my dick & balls through my jockstrap. "If only you really knew Michael what I like and want," I told myself. 

I then called my house. I had difficult time leaving a message because Steve continued to both fondle & rub my body all over which made my voice crack somewhat. Once I hung up, I could tell Steve was pleased that I was now all his for the night.

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