A New Life for Alec

This is a follow on two-chapter story to The Long And The Short Of It. It’s written in the first person from the viewpoint of Terry's neighbour, a character never mentioned previously. If you like this, there may be others, either around the exploits of young Joe or someone relating to the storyline, or even something completely different. I might even try my hand at a science fiction sexcapade. Who knows? I'm new at writing for pleasure and am quite enjoying it, so maybe I’ll chuck a few more ideas around.

Please let me know what you think – good or bad.  Constructive criticism is always welcome and I’m sure that I can improve as I go.

Thanks.

DJ

Sometimes, I used to sit in the dark and wonder just how the fuck my life had turned to shit.

I'd worked hard, grafting and sweating to get my construction company going, putting in long hours to keep customers happy and meet deadlines.

My wife had whatever she wanted. We had a nice four bedroomed detached house. My kids never went without their latest fads and labels. We seemed to be set and I thought that we'd be ok.

I was faithful to her; ok, maybe not as attentive as I could have been, but I never disrespected her. And she screws me over and says that I was never there, so was it any surprise that she meets someone else? Yeah, a real pretty boy – completely opposite to me. Bitch.

As soon as my kids are ready to fly the nest, she ups and leaves as well. Well, Robert was nearly 25 and Gemma's 22, so they're both pretty independent. In fact, Robert moved in with his girlfriend and they’re saving for a new house, and Gemma's in university accommodation and part way through her degree. I’m proud of both my kids, but to be fair to Jen - my ex wife - she did all the parenting. I was always working.

Then, at the same time as my personal life is caving in, there's a fucking recession and the whole construction industry comes to a grinding halt. And Jenny decides that then was a good time to serve divorce papers.

I sold the house, she had her half of the proceeds and was living it up with her new man. I bought a much smaller 2 bed house, needed a bit of updating, but at least it was in a decent, quiet area, practically on the edge of the town, and there was a spare room if either of my kids wanted to visit. Then just after I moved in, the economic crash put a stranglehold on even small construction. Not enough work to go around. I lost my company, had to start over, and I’m at a real low point in my life.

So, there I was, a 53 years old divorced father of two, having to start all over again and I’m asking myself some real dark questions about my life. Next thing you know, all our friends suddenly decide that in fact they're all her friends and I’m about as alone as I’ve ever been. I thought, where the fucķ do I start to meet someone else at my age, huh? Dating apps? Lonely hearts columns? I haven’t been to a club since I was 20 and even then I was refused admittance because the door staff thought that I looked like trouble. When I met Jen, I never bothered with pubs or socialising much then, and she just wanted a nice home. Huh, until she met her new man, obviously.

No, I was never gonna be the catch of the year. I mean, yeah sure, I’m big and I’ve got muscles from years of labouring and I’ve kept reasonably in shape, but I’m no oil painting, am I? What's the point being 6 feet 2 with muscles when you look like a gorrilla with an attitude problem? And ok, I’m hairy but I’m thinning a lot on top so most of the time these days I just keep my head shaved. Jenny always complained that wherever we went, people avoided me ‘cos they thought I was about to start a fight. I just look fierce. Probably the heavy eyebrows and sloping forehead don’t help, but then neither do the big callused hands, the uneven teeth or the excessive body hair that made me look like a caveman. Told you, I could pass for a gorilla. Jen always said that I could be some sort of throwback to the stone age.

Oh, and I’m no catch in the bedroom, either. I’m big, if you get my drift, but not very subtle, no finesse or technique, no matter how hard I try. Jenny always complained that it was too painful, she always stopped me from making full use of what I’ve got. Didn’t stop her getting pregnant though. So, yeah, I worked hard to provide, but I’ll be the first to admit that our sex life left us both short changed. Never any deep and meaningful satisfaction, know what I’m saying? 

She wasn’t the first to point out my faults either. Before we got married I dated a couple of other girls. One finished with me because I was clumsy in bed, the other because I just wasn’t good looking enough and couldn’t wear clothes without bulging in the wrong places. I think Jen married me more out of pity than anything else, but she knew I’d work hard and give her a nice life.

Truth be told, I was never that bothered about the ladies anyway, but things were different over 30 years ago and somehow my looks always stopped anyone from trying to get to know me – or me trying to get to know anyone else. Apart from a few furtive gropes in a dark public loo with a couple of anonymous men, I had no experience. It had to be dark; in the light no one would go near me and I just ended up feeling like the ugliest guy on the planet. So, knowing that I’m not very appealing to the opposite sex and apparently am too big and clumsy to make them feel satisfied in the bedroom, the only real comfort I could take after my divorce was back to my own right hand. Well, both hands together usually, but who's going to care, right? My sex life was zero and my sex drive was about the same. I couldn’t even raise a smile, let alone anything else.

Anyway, my house is next door to this other single guy, Terry. He’s younger than me but friendly enough, works in one of the gyms in town. He bought his place just a few months before I moved in. Similar design house, but his has a big double extension at the rear to make a large kichen/diner with a double sized double bedroom over, across the back of the house. I just didn’t see the point - if you’re not going to add a third bedroom, it’s still a two bedroom house, right? He needed to fix that broken window in the rear bedroom though, instead of just taping a bit of cardboard over the hole and keeping the curtain closed. Been like that for months.

He’s a good looking guy, though. Attracts people like a magnet, always has friends around, men, women, sometimes a party....sociable, y'know? Mind you, looking like he does, it’s hardly surprising. Even I can see Terry’s the kinda guy who attracts people – tall, dark and handsome, never without a willing partner in crime, so to speak.

So, he’s got all these friends and I’m minding my own business, thinking how I missed something in life that I should have noticed. And one day, there’s a load of guys staying over one Saturday. He did warn me that he was having a reunion for some of his old army mates, so to expect a bit of noise and some additional cars. I’m usually busy through the days trying to get re-established in work so evenings are kinda precious, and like I said, it’s a nice quiet area. But you gotta let people live their own life, so I didn’t object.

Well, Terry's friends show up. They’re what you’d expect from a bunch of ex squaddies, all big and tough and brash, mostly around the same age as Terry I guess, late 30’s, early 40’s, something like that. All of ‘em looking like they can handle themselves, anyway. Then, after about an hour, this kid shows up. I’d seen him around a fair bit over the last few months or so, always looking a bit shy and stand-offish, like how teenagers can be. I thought he was Terry's kid from a previous relationship. He didn’t look like Terry though. This boy had golden skin and blonde hair in that long-on-top-and-short-sides thing that teenagers seem to be doing now. Looked like an angel, if angels could look like he did. Sort of lithe and athletic and like he had sin on his mind. Terry is dark, so I thought maybe the kid took after his mother.

Then the boy shows up at the party or reunion, whatever the fuck it was that Terry was throwing. Not that I’m being nosey, I couldn’t help but see, the way my lounge window is positioned. The boy just stood out. All the other guys - tall, brawny, obviously older - then he arrives....small, must have been over a foot shorter than any of the others, maybe 5 foot and a couple of inches, something like that. At the time I thought he could be about 13 or 14 maybe? Early teens, hard to tell, but he didn’t need to shave yet, anyway. I couldn’t help but think he looked too cute a kid to be mixing with that bunch of rough nuts that Terry had over....I mean, he looked too innocent, almost feminine, he was so young. So, I see Terry open the door and usher the kid inside, and then I think, that’s the same kid who’s been over some evenings in the last couple of months or so, obviously he wants to get something before the party starts. But then he didn’t come out again.

And then later, gone midnight, I was in the rear garden giving the plants a late watering before I go to bed. Ok, I’d been out there for quite a while, trying to enjoy the peace and quiet, and kinda half listening to the sounds of the party and feeling a bit jealous that I’m by myself, as usual. No loud music, but you could clearly hear that the guys were enjoying themselves; the odd raucous laugh, or every now and then some shouting, but not like aggressive shouting, more kind of like you’d hear at a football match, like they’re cheering each other on. Funny, a lot of the noises seemed to be coming from that big extended bedroom at the rear. Now, I’m no expert but I’ve watched porn, so I recognise sounds of sex – moaning, groaning, grunting and once in a while there’d be this screaming. Not like a scared scream, but more like some chick who’s giving vent to an orgasm, like in the porn films, yeah? Only there weren’t any women at that party.

So, my imagination starts working overtime, I add some deductive reasoning, and I was relatively confident with my conclusions.

And that got my sex drive going again, I can tell you.

* * *

The kid wasn’t around for about a week after the party. I know that everyone drifted off the following day. They all looked....well, kind of relaxed and tired and cheerful, I suppose. Like they'd had a very energetic workout, or whatever. Ha! I had a sneaking suspicion who the “whatever" was. 

I kept my eyes open and yep, the boy’s visiting pretty much every Saturday evening. Terry starts to have some of his friends visiting those same Saturday evenings too, in ones and twos, and this goes on over the next couple of months. 

I’m spending more time in my rear garden late on Saturdays, listening, than I spent inside the house. There's low talking - always deep male voices, sometimes more than one - although I couldn’t make out what was being said. And definite sounds of sex – you know, like slapping, grunts, groans, moans, sometimes wailing, that sort of thing - drifting out through the broken window in Terry's rear bedroom. Oh yeah, Terry's kid is always around when his friends are. So now I’m sure - the boy may look young, but he’s obviously old enough. Either that or there’s something VERY wrong going on that I really don’t want any part of.

Finally, I pluck up the courage one evening. Around 9pm ish, as usual, I see the kid coming down the road, and I’m out the front before the boy has a chance to walk past. 

“Hey, how're you doing?” I said. Not exactly original I know, but I’ve got to say something, right?

I could see that the boy was just going to carry on by but then he sort of does a double take and stops.

“Hi" he says, and his voice is this higher male tone, almost like he’s not yet into puberty. “I’m good, thanks. How are you? I’m Joe. I’m a friend of Terry’s from the gym".

So far, so good. The kid has spoken and hasn’t run away in hysterics at the sight of me. In fact, he seemed to be looking more directly at me, like he’s studying me, you know? And ok, I know I’m not the prettiest person alive – I look a bit fierce and I’ve got stubble on my head and face – but I got the impression that he actually liked what he saw. So I carry on, just sounding him out a bit.

“I’m Alec. So you’re a..... friend of Terry's?” thinking to myself *fuck, this is one cute kid, I have got to get friendly myself* “I’ve seen you coming and going at Terry's gaff for a while, just thought I ought to introduce myself”.

“We've got quite close over recent months" said Joe, and I’m picking up a bit of emphasis on the “close". I also can't help but notice that the kid keeps glancing at my groin. I don’t advertise my stuff, but it’s not always easy to disguise either. I’m big, and it shows sometimes.

“Terry’s been helping me make some friends” he said, and again, I’m thinking *yeah, I know. They sound like they’re very friendly*. “I’m a bit helpless and not very confident with people....men particularly" said Joe. “I get embarrassed easily because I look much younger. I’m actually at college" and now I’m thinking *uh huh, over 16 then* and I’m kind of picking up on some underlying meaning with what he’s saying....the kid wants me to take charge.

I’m already sure of the situation anyway and the kid is only confirming it. As I’m not one to beat about the bush much (see? Jen said I wasn’t very subtle) I just said it outright.

“He’s been helping set you up with sex then, huh? Finding some nice big men to practice with? Well, Terry's a very good friend indeed, then. It’s good that you have plenty of experiences that you can look back on in later years. It’s only right that a boy like you learns how to respect older men properly. How to be a good boy. I can help you with that, too”.

The boy had taken on a sort of submissive stance, making it clear that he wasn’t going anywhere until I told him he could. He was darting glances from my chest hair showing over the top of my shirt to my hairy forearms to my groin to my face, so now I’m thinking *like’s older macho men, likes to be submissive*. 

My sex drive suddenly reasserts itself, my cock starts to crawl down my leg and the kid is staring at it like he’s waiting for it to leap out and hail a taxi, or something. I bow to years of secret wanting, that was never acted on.

“Tell you what, son, why don’t you tell Terry that you can't visit him next weekend. Then you can come here and visit me instead. Would you like that?”

I could see that the boy was uncertain and I’m thinking *likes to be told, likes a man to be assertive, likes a man to be a MAN* as I’m watching him closely. Oh yeah, he’s definitely a small, cute kid, and he liked playing the subservient role too. Now I’m close to him, I can see that he’d got a little bit of muscle in the right places, so he's older than 14 all right, but he's more athletic or gymnastic, rather than a heavy sportsman. And doesn’t need to shave at all.

Suddenly, I was desperate to get this kid naked and go exploring. And extremely conscious of the fact that the boy is younger than my own kids.

“I don’t know, sir" he mumbled (* “sir", eh, nice touch*). “What did you have in mind?”

He didn’t say “no" and he was definitely curious, so I guessed that he wanted a bit of verbal warming up. 

“Well boy, for a start you and I need to get to know each other much, much better. To know you, I’ll need to examine you. You’ll need to be completely naked for that though, boy, so be aware that this is going to be a very thorough examination. And very intimate. That will include an oral exam, you understand, so you’d better make sure that you have some good answers. You’ll only be saying “yes, sir" to me though, wont you boy? And you will be a very good boy for me, wont you Joe? A very obedient, very respectful boy. You’ll do everthing that I tell you to, wont you? I’ll be making sure that you make a new friend. You’ll be getting to know me very much better. You’ll be a very happy boy if you behave yourself and do what you’re told, because then I’ll see to it that my boy has a very nice time”.

Well, the lad stood there with eyes as big as saucers. I half expected him to burst into tears and yell for help, but he nodded and said, very respectfully “Yes sir, I’ll be a very good boy sir. I’m sorry if I get embarrassed, I am quite shy. But I would like to get to know you much better sir, so I will tell Terry that I can’t see him next weekend. Although Terry may want to invite you around to his place one day so that I can show him what I’ve learnt from you, and Terry can also show you what he’s taught me. If you would like to of course?”

Anyway, I set the date and time with the lad and off he went to see Terry. I had a whole week until I got to see Joe again.

* * *

Now, I’d never done anything like this before, but I was hot for the kid. 

After speaking to him, I had my first wank for over a week that night, gushing hot and starchy smelling spunk all over my stomach. And then, again, the following morning as I was imagining stripping him off and feeling those pouty little lips stretching wide around my shaft, as I’m getting him to choke on my knob down his throat.

Then I thought, wait, save it and savour it all the more, when he’s actually here next weekend. So I spent the week letting my imagination drive my ardour and letting the anticipation build, particularly as this was going to be my first ever full sexual encounter with another male. Besides, I was desperate to try anal on him and I wanted to make sure that there was plenty of juice in the tank to see me through the evening – didn’t want little Joe to be disappointed, did I?

That week dragged by. It wasn’t so bad through the day as I could keep busy with work, but the evenings were awful. And truth to tell, I was also a bit nervous. I was practically a virgin to gay sex (and let’s be honest, what tiny experience I’d had was 35 years ago) although I had seen loads of gay porn in the past and I’d fantasised about it tons through the years. I wanted to seem like I knew what I was doing but not be too aggressive, or too domineering and scare the kid off. Or worse, not give him what he wanted (and I’m pretty certain what he wants as he was acting so submissive) so the boy ends up unsatisfied – and then, as with Jenny, the whole thing ends up being a disaster, and a humiliating one at that.

So I kept as busy as I could in the evenings and made sure that the place was clean and tidy. I bought a few tubes and jars of different lubes and put them in handy places....you know, in case.

Well, Saturday evening finally arrives and the doorbell rings, and there’s Joe on the doorstep, looking very young, very fresh and good enough to eat. After he had come in and I’d shut the door I got him to stand still in the hall and stood in front of him with my hands on his shoulders. His head only came up to my chest. He was looking down the whole time, subserviently. 

“Welcome, Joe. You remember what I told you last week? As of now, you will only be telling me “Yes sir" to any demand I make of you”.

“Yes, sir".

“Good. And you are prepared to be fully submissive to me?”

“Yes, sir".

“Very good. And you also remember that I will be making a very thorough examination of you?”

“Oh yes, sir".

“That’s very good indeed, Joe. Now, we will move through to the living room and you will be stripping for me, wont you Joe? Taking all your clothes off until you are just in your underwear, ok? And then you will be standing still with your legs apart and your arms at your sides, ok boy?”

“Yes sir".

Fast forward to ten minutes later. The kid was beautiful. It's the only word I can use to describe him. When he was stood there in my lounge, in just his tiny little white briefs, showing what looked like an obvious but small erection....well, he could have been like a classic statue brought to life. Clear golden skin, not a blemish, not a hair, good shoulders, small but defined pecs and abs, even the start of a six pack. The boy's arms and legs were the same; strong looking and slender without being thin, just the right amount of muscle to give them some nice definition but not actually muscular, if that makes any sense. He was slim, but certainly not skinny.

I couldn’t help but notice that his nipples were quite prominent on his chest. They were a darker pinkish-copper colour than his skin, not particularly big but with a peaked central nub. As I looked at them I guessed that he was no stranger to having them played with. When I ran my thumbs across them, the boy let out a low gasp and moan, and I knew that his tits were a massive erogenous zone for him. I was going to have fun with those later.

And his arse in those tiny white briefs.....small, rounded like two melon halves, with what looked like dimples at the side of his glutes, showing through the thin fabric. The briefs themselves were small enough that the top of his arse crack was visible, enticing and promising more.

I spent a good ten minutes feeling him up....arms, legs, chest, back, neck, feet....and he stood still, letting me fondle and stroke. Then, deliciously slowly, I eased my big, calloused hands across the back of his briefs and cupped each perfect cheek.

Oh god, I could spend hours describing each movement. How I fondled his penis through the material as he gasped; how I slowly, oh so slowly, eased the briefs down his legs, unwrapping the perfect presents of his glorious little arse and rigid little cock which slapped straight up and went “smack" against his lower belly. Oh fuck, not a hair on his groin, not one single pube. He looked like a pre-pubescent 10 year old, except that his small balls, although fairly high and tight, were dropped and his little cock was clearly that of a teenager. 

I sat in an armchair and had him sit on my lap, his back to my chest, his legs wide and on either side of mine with his feet hooked around the back of my calfs, his arms raised and his hands clasped together behind my head. I went to fucking town, groping and teasing his body. I gloried in caressing his perky little nipples, pinching and flicking them with a fingertip. I palmed his belly, ran my hands down to his groin where I cradled his small but perfect balls with one hand, warming them up and encouraging them lower in their smooth skinned sac, while my other was stroking his cock – I reckon it was no more than 4 inches long – and gently eased his foreskin back to tease his little but solid glans with a fingertip.

The boy sat leaning back against me, gasping and moaning, every now and then shivering and jerking if I stroked or tickled a part of his body that was particularly sensitive. Oh yes, I explored his body – as smooth and firm as only a teenagers can be – while I was nuzzling into his neck and kissing his ears. And my cock, trapped in the confines of my trousers, was almost rabid with the need to be free. His firm rump was pressing hard against it and at times it seemed that he was wriggling further down onto it.

I started to talk quietly and insistently to him in his ear, letting him know what was going to happen.

“That's good, Joe. You’re now completely naked while I’m stroking you. Do you feel my hard cock under you?”

“Yes, sir".

“In a while, boy, you’ll be seeing it and becoming very familiar with it. Soon, I’ll take you upstairs where I’ll be making you comfortable on the bed. Does that sound nice?”

“Yes, sir".

“Then you will get to see me naked as well, Joe. I don't want you to be scared, so I’m warning you now that I have a big cock. It's nearly 10 inches long and very thick, too. And there is a very large head to it, as well. But you’re going to be sucking on that like a lollipop, aren’t you Joe?”

“Yes, sir".

“That's right, Joe. You’re going to see how much of my cock you can get into your mouth, maybe even down into your throat. And I will help, boy, because while you’re trying to get more of my cock into your mouth I’m going to be pinching your nipples and squeezing your balls to encourage you to try harder. And you will be trying very hard, wont you?”

“Yes, sir".

“Then you will be kneeling up and bending over with your legs wide open, so I can see your beautiful little arse in all its glory. I want to see how far I can get my tongue up your hole. I bet I can get it up quite a long way, eh, Joe?”

“Yes, oh yes, sir".

“Good. Because once I’ve got you nice and wet and relaxed, I’m going to fuck you, Joe. Slowly and deeply. Very, very deeply. I expect that you’ll feel as if you’re about to split open, boy, because my cock is very long and very thick in girth, but you will be a good boy and take it all, wont you Joe?”

“Yes. Yes, I will, sir".

“I’m going to fuck you quite a few times tonight, Joe. But the good news is that I’m going to be doing everything I can to make you cum for me while I’m fucking you. So each time I fuck you and shoot my spunk in you, I intend to make you cum too. And we’ll see which position makes you cum faster. Maybe face down with your legs wide open? Or with your arse raised high, so that I can play with your nipples and balls at the same time? Or on your back with your legs over my shoulders? That should let me get inside you really deep, don’t you think so?”

“Oh my god, yessss sir!”

“Yes, I think so too. Well, let’s see how many times you can cum for me, shall we, Joe?”

“Yes, yes sir....please sir!”

Continued in Part 2