The neighbor's son

The summer of my sophomore year I was ready to enter high school.  I attended junior high and completed my ninth grade year at a small neighbor school.  

Summer football practice was scheduled to begin in two weeks.  My mom was a nurse….my dad was never in my life.  When I was ten years old he went out to get cigarettes before dinner and never came back.   His clothes, shoes, underwear were still in my parents bedroom.  Mom just couldn’t bring herself to donate his stuff to goodwill etc….in fact, once I hit my growth spurt….I wore some of his clothes.  

As a teenager….I had a good relationship with my mom.  Hell, she was a nurse.  Once I hit puberty she would stress …wash well, use deodorant, change my socks and underwear daily….gosh….how often do I need to be reminded to wash daily and wear fresh underwear?

I was eating a burger with mom on day at Burger King and just started the conversation.  Boldly I said…I need clothes for pe and football tryouts.   She looked at me, didn’t miss a beat….took out a note pad, socks, cleats jockey underwear, athletic supporter….etc.  I froze with a mouth full of cheeseburger and just asked myself…what did she say?  

After a good laugh we both swallowed our foot and I told her.  No, I’m not discussing jockstraps with my mom.  Nothing more was said.  

Now, as a fifteen year old growing boy….I was indeed a growing boy.   I was six foot two.  220 pounds, big hands, size 13 shoes, etc…. Yes big feet and big cocks indeed fit my details of my body.   My friends who camp with me,,,,jerk off with me call me the big unit.   Yes, I’ve measured it before…more than once.  Soft, it’s too big to fit in a toilet paper cardboard roll.  Hey, I had to give you an accurate estimate.  

The next day my mom spoke to our neighbor…yes, he will be my tenth grade biology teacher.  Mr. Tipton.  He seemed nice enough.  He moved last year at Christmas.  My mom had be to take him a tin of her famous chocolate fudge.  When I knocked on the door….a handsome guy with thick blonde hair opened wearing a pair of grey sweats and that was it.  Damn…what a body.  He extended his hand and welcomed me in.  He said…Andrew …but my friends call me Drew.  I grinned…and I said….Hello Drew.  I learned he was a freshman at NC State in Raleigh.   Studying biology and was premed.   At that time I met his dad, Mr. Tipton.  He entered the room with a scotch in hand and a pipe with cherry scented tobacco .  

Ok…so I’ve met both of our new neighbors.   That day before my mom went to work she stopped Mr. Tipton in the driveway and shared our hamburger conversation.  I later learned she told them how I refused to go shopping with her to buy a jockstrap.  About thirty minutes later I was watching a DVD and heard a knock at the kitchen door.  I walked to the door in my black jockey low rise briefs and was hard to contain my excitement.  I grabbed a pair of gym shorts on the back of the kitchen chair.  I like to be completely nude …but leaned recently to keep shorts near by.  

Drew was drinking a chocolate Yoo-hoo.  He had a dribble of chocolate in his blonde mustache.  Damn….  I answered the door and said….hey, what’s up.  He asked me to come over soon.  Sure…maybe he wanted me to help move a piece of furniture, etc….

 When I walked in the kitchen his dad was pouring a glass of sweet tea.  He offered me some, I asked for water….no sweet tea before football tryouts.  Mr. Tipton put his hand on my shoulder and said, son….you know you will make the team the first day you walk out on the field.  

The next ten minutes I looked anywhere to escape or climb under the table.  These good people told me we were going to Cooks sporting goods store and buy my gear.  I was so embarrassed.  But, Drew said….it’s no biggie.   I really wanted to say….you haven’t seen it.  Hahaha

Drew was asking about cleats, show size, waist, large, x-large, etc… I thought, what the hell…go for it.   I knew he was a college guy.  He had showered in locker rooms after pe and he was on the high school tennis team.  He was so handsome and had a good body.  I asked him if we could go to his bedroom.   Here was my chance.   I told him….listen, I don’t have a dad, no uncle within 500 miles radius and no brothers…..Drew, I need your advice.   He was so serious….sure …what’s the problem.  I told him…my cock.  He looked puzzled.  He said, ok….lots of guys are uncut or small.   I chuckled out loud.  I said….nope…it’s the opposite problem.  He said, shit….show me.  I grinned and said, you asked for it.  I dropped my gym shorts.  My briefs were stuffed.   Soft, I was 7.5 and as round as a paper towel tube.   Drew whistled and said….fuck puppy….that’s massive.  I grinned and said.  Hell…this is nothing….you should see it hard.   The next thing I knew…his hand was on my cock…..he winked and said….then let’s get it hard.   Within minutes…I had grown to 9.5 and leaking precum.   He squatted down… his face in my crotch and the next thing I knew….his tongue was lapping my precum.   Within minutes he was naked and we were on his bed in sixty-nine position sucking each other.   He tried to get as much of me in his mouth….I was just too big.  He was attentive and really worked my head…cupped my balls as he sucked my leaking mushroom head.   Within a few minutes I shot down his throat.   He swallowed my entire load.   Good thing I jerked off in the shower that morning.  

I licked his shaft….he fucked my face and his cum tasted amazing.  So a nineteen year old college man just sucked me off.  Yes…I’m 15 but have a body of a grown man.  A couple of minutes later Drew left and said….hold on ….I’ll be back.   The next then I knew Drew reentered his room with his dad standing behind him.   He told me….it’s cool.we just need my dads help.   Mr. Tipton reassured me….as a man, as a teacher ….it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.  I said, hell….I’m not embarrassed.   I like it when people, men …boys admire my junk.   Mr. Tipton walked towards me….stopped and said, son…may I touch your body.  He was super cool…not in a sexual way…but I guess as a coach or a dad would act.  I nodded my head.   His hand tried to fit around it….it wouldn’t even come close.   He cupped my balls.  Drew spoke almost in a whisper.   Dad …..wait til he’s hard.   Immediately, Mr. Tipton dropped to his knees.  Pulled on my balls.  Opened his mouth and his tongue swirled around my head.  I guess dad and son are both cocksuckers.   Drew kept encouraging his dad to take me deeper.   Drew was sitting on the edge of his bed….reached into his night stand and got a tube of KY jelly.   He started fingering his hole.   He told his dad….pops , he’s got to fuck me with that big dick.  Mr. Tipton slide my cock out of his mouth and told Drew,,,.I think you could take it….he is bigger than me.  I was curious….His dad stood…dropped his shorts and sure enough…he was hard and a big man.   He was maybe 8.5 but not as much girth.   Drew took a long black dildo out of his drawer and in one motion inserted the whole thing in his ass.  His dad continued to lap my cock.   Tease it…I could have easily shot my load.   All of a sudden Mr. Tipton left the room.   He returned with a xx-l Duke jock.  He told me it was his.  I leaned his dad was also the tennis coach at the high school.  He had me step in his jock.   The straps felt amazing on my ass cheeks.   He told Drew to remove the dildo.  Next his dad guided his cock deep in his sons ass.   After a good three minutes he shot a load of cum in his son’s beautiful ass.  He moved to the side…told Drew to lay back on his bed.   He guided me to his son.   He told me the cum would help lube my cock as I entered his ass.  Drew felt amazing.  I had never put my cock in anyone other than a mouth.  Drew was begging….more…go deeper.   Before long I was balls deep in his ass.  After about ten good thrust I shot a warm load of cum in my neighbors ass.  It was phenomenal.  As I pulled out Mr. Tipton licked me clean.  Drew was smiling from ear to ear.  The next thing blew my mind. 🤯.  Drew’s dad sucked his sons ass and ate my cum out of his boys pussy.   

After Drew and I took a shower together.  We went to the den wearing a towel.  Mr. Tipton got off the phone and told me….unless you’ve got plans tomorrow we are going shopping.  He spoke with a colleague who owned a sporting goods store in Charlotte.  He said….today wear my jock.  It’s a little tight…but in the meantime.  My buddy Alfred is a custom sport’s athlete designer for the Carolina Panthers.   He’s going to measure you and custom fit three jockstraps for you.   I thought to my…how much will that cost.   Before I even questioned him…he said relax….my colleague is curious to see if you are as big or bigger than his defensive lineman for the Panthers.  

Part two …I’ll tell you about my fitting for my custom jockstraps.  Yellow is one of the colors I selected.