The Boy Next Door

When our new neighbours moved in next door, I thought my life had ended. Aged sixteen, I was five-foot-four-inches-tall and looked like a thirteen year old boy. I took after my mother’s side of the family and was very small of stature. My dad wasn’t exactly huge, but stood at five-foot-ten-inches-tall, but even compared to him, I looked like a wimp.

Our new neighbours were from the land of ‘huge.’ The dad, Hubert senior, was six-foot-five-inches-tall, and his wife was just a fraction under six-foot-tall. Hubert junior, their son, who was also sixteen, was a massive six-foot-two-inches-tall and already looked like a brick shithouse.

Hubert junior was unattractive and as thick as two planks. He had an older sister who was ten years older than him and unbelievably, his parents tried for a further ten years before he was born. Why they had even bothered was a total mystery to me.

To my absolute horror my parents befriended the neighbours and socialising with Hubert junior became part of the deal. Hubert junior had a dopey expression and chipped uneven teeth, which gave him a perpetually confused look on his pimpled face. His hands and feet were icky and his body odour somewhat pungent, which was hardly surprising when I was told that he only showered on Monday’s.

Whenever our new neighbours visited, which became rather often, I had to endure the company of Hubert junior, who had now become my new best friend. Conversation with him was extremely limited, because he attended a technical college and only related to tools and machinery. Our time together pushed my tolerance levels to the limit and when one of the visits had ended, I was totally exhausted and drained.

You will therefore understand that when our parents decided to go away on a weekend together and I discovered that Hubert and I would be spending the weekend together, suicide was seriously considered. Because Hubert junior had a very large bedroom containing two three-quarter beds, it was decided that we would be sleeping in his room for the weekend. Regrettably, dopey Hubert really seemed to like me and I just didn’t have the heart be rude to him. Because our parents were also getting along so famously, I didn’t want to be the proverbial thorn in everyone side.

Of course, my opinion on this matter was meaningless and I was simply swept along by popular opinion. With trepidation and great reluctance, I finally made my way over next door as late as I could on Friday afternoon after our parents departed on their outing.

When I finally arrived next door, Hubert held out a beer in his hand. At home, I was never allowed to consume alcohol and so this occurrence was already quite cool to me. At least things were looking up. When Hubert, however, rolled a joint, I really began to think that this weekend was going to be a lot more fun.

With his arm around my shoulder he said, “I’ve been looking forward to this weekend, Marty, and I’m really happy to have you here with me.” There was genuine warmth that I had never before experienced from him before and I was totally intrigued by his demeanour. After lighting the joint we both had a few puffs. Strangely, as we smoked his arm remained on my shoulder.

“You and I have got a lot in common,” he said, as he exhaled a large puff.

I really had to bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing at this point. After a fairly polite pause, I managed to ask, “And what would that be Hubert?”

“Well, were both sixteen,” he said, followed by a long pause. The brevity of this comment almost made me burst out laughing. But then he hit the ball right out of the ball park with his next comment, “And I think… we both don’t like girls.”

To say that I was stunned would be an understatement. I watched as Hubert killed what was left of the spliff in the ashtray. Hubert then stood before me and placed both his huge hands on my shoulders.

“You are the most beautiful boy I’ve ever met,” he said, as he stared down at me. “Every time I see you I want to touch and hold you. Marty, I’m nuts about you and I want us to become lovers.” There was an incredible softness in his eyes and my heart almost melted as I looked up at the ugly mutt.

‘Jesus,’ I thought. ‘How the fuck, do I extricate myself from this situation?’ All I could think about was Gary, James, and Arnold, three of the studs from school. Why the fuck was this not happening with one of them.

‘Hubert? Fuck no.’ I thought, ‘anyone, but Hubert,’ my thoughts concluded, as I began to feel like the unluckiest arsehole on the planet.

To make matters worse, his puppy-dog eyes began pleading with me as he continued, “I think about you all the time and dream of making love to you. Fuck, Marty, I am so in love with you that it hurts.”

The ‘coup de grace’ had been delivered and I was totally done for. With nowhere to go from here I just stood and looked at him, like a deer caught in the headlights. Then, after placing his hands under my armpits, he lifted me onto the wooden coffee table before I saw his mouth close in on my head. As he clamped my body, his huge lips enveloped my mouth as he began fervently kissing me. Totally captured, I had no choice but to let him have his way with me.

Hubert’s oral action was a little crude and hectic, but his enthusiasm was incredible. He made me feel like I was the most desirable person in the world as he groaned with excitement. After breaking apart a short while later, he said, “Oh, Jesus, I love you Marty,” before reclaiming my lips.

‘Oh fuck,’ I thought ‘now I’m really screwed.’

Next, I felt my body lifting before I was transported to the bedroom in his arms. Without removing any of our clothing I was placed on the bed. Hubert then climbed on top of me and his oral onslaught resumed. Pinned by his bulk, Hubert now manipulated my head to his satisfaction. Because of his size I began to gasp, but instead of interpreting this as a battle for oxygen, Hubert read this as a sign of my excitement. When he finally lifted off me to undress, I uttered a huge sigh of relief.

“Let’s get naked, Marty,” he announced, almost snorting with lust.

Once naked, the biggest shock of the night revealed itself. Hubert had a dong that would make a horse envious. I decided right there and then, that there was no way that I was going to allow him to fuck me. I had never been penetrated before and I had no plans of ending up in hospital and having my butt stitched up. Once he got back on top of me I was rather pleased it was winter, because I now got a comprehensive whiff of Hubert’s five day old funk.

Hubert was a very noisy lover and the animalistic sounds he made were quite eerie. With his knees on either side of my closed legs, I could feel his huge uncut dick rubbing between my thighs. With the head of his cock nestled in my balls, my nutsack got a good working-over. The initial discomfort of this action, however, was soon replaced by an unbelievable stimulation as my nuts got macerated by his knob.

As I yelped with delight he asked, “Are you enjoying this, baby?”

“Yeah, fuck yeah,” I groaned.

“Must I do it harder?” he inquired.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” I pleaded.

A lifelong addiction was initiated at that moment as my balls got pulverized by his cock. I grunted with lust as he escalated his attack with a demonic expression of satisfaction on his face. Next, Hubert lifted off me and told me to open my legs and pull them upward. After moving forward on his knees, he took hold of his dick and began to tap my nuts with his dong. Hubert then upped his intensity and began to whip my balls harder and harder with his cock. Finally, he enclosed my nuts in his left hand, between his thumb and first finger, his right hand then lashed my balls with his rigid cock. The pain and pleasure I felt was mind-blowing and the sounds emanating from me became thunderous.

When he stopped, my relief was negated by disappointment. Hubert now moved up my body on his knees as he straddled my torso, with my arms imprisoned against my sides. It was clear that his dick had not meted out enough ‘abuse,’ and that my face was now about to share in the ‘punishment.’ Moving my head from side to side, I submitted to his schlong slapping. It was totally incredible and Hubert animatedly grunted his roars of approval. Shortly, he also ordered me to stick my tongue out so that it could receive its share of the spoils.

After a few hefty slaps Hubert stopped, and then began to withdraw his foreskin. I found the musty smell of his dick-head totally exhilarating and realised that I was becoming completely intoxicated by Hubert’s funk. All my prissy preconceived notions had flown out of the window and I was turning into a full-fledged funk-bunny. A further thought that crossed my mind was that all the studs I had formally lusted over had completely vanished from my mind. This guy, whom I had always spurned, had now become a beacon of sensual gratification in my life.

Next, one of the less successful episodes of our encounter thus far, played itself out. As Hubert bent forward and tried to push his dick into my mouth. When it soon became clear that oral sex was simply not going to work very well because Hubert’s cock was simply too big. After a dissatisfying attempt at skull-fucking me, Hubert then dropped the bombshell.

“I want to fuck you, Marty,” he said.

This was the one thing I had been dreading. With all that had happened thus far, however, I felt that a refusal would be inappropriate. Observing the frightened look on my face, Hubert quickly tried to assuage my fears.

“Don’t worry, Marty, I’ve got the best lubrication that money can buy. I promise I won’t hurt you… You can decide if it gets too much for you and I give you my word that I’ll back off immediately. Please, Marty. I promise I’ll take it easy,” Hubert concluded.

Reluctantly, I turned onto my stomach. When Hubert began applying the lube to my butt I was as nervous as hell. Slowly, he inserted his thumb and began to work my sphincter. After a short while he then used his first and seconds fingers as well. Hubert took his time and really got me to relax. When, however, I felt his knob at my manhole, I began to sweat. There was a short, sharp, initial pain, but to my amazement it quickly subsided. True to his word, his entry was slow and measured. Truthfully, it also felt never-ending, but Hubert kept up his arduous task until he filled my backside to capacity. Hubert also did hold still from time to time, allowing me to adjust to his incredible size.

When our bodies finally fused and I knew that he was balls deep inside me, I was stunned by how much cock my arse was able to accommodate. Very gently, Hubert then began to move his hips to and fro. The stimulation from this action was instantaneous and within minutes I sensed my impending orgasm. When I alerted him to this fact, his intensity escalated and shortly I was shooting a load over the sheet below me. Once I had cum, he backed off and simply lay on top of me, with his dick impaled in my backside.

A short while later, as his momentum again got underway; I was overawed as my cock again became rock-hard once more. Hubert now began to build his momentum again and I couldn’t believe it when my next orgasm began to approach. Yet again, I informed him about what was happening before he really began to hammer my arse. My second release was even more incredible that the first one and it almost felt like my balls were exploding.

Afterward, I lay still under him as if in a trance. His weight, male essence, and the displacement in my backside was completely overwhelming me.

After a brief respite I gave him the green light. “Fuck the hell out of me,” I begged him.

Hubert now went totally ballistic and pummelled me in a frenzied fashion. When he finally came, the convulsions from him were mindboggling. After his seed had laid claim to my backside he collapsed on top of me and began kissing my neck, between gasps.

It goes without saying; that we spent a fantastic weekend together as I got dick-slapped into oblivion. Thereafter, after school in the afternoons before our folks got home, Hubert’s penis persecution became a delightful daily occurrence.

Fortunately, many more weekends would follow as our ‘friendship’ deepened. Above all, our parents were totally elated by how well Hubert and I were getting along.