My next door neighbor

One summer my parents had traveling from Tennessee to North Carolina several times to check on my grandparents.  Most trips I had to go with them. However, this unexpected trip was a last minute decision my parents agreed to let me stay if my sister Linda promised to stay home and watch me.  

When my parents got the car loaded and gave hugs and kisses I decided I’d ride my bike to the local pond and go swimming.   Living out in the country was great.  I could roam all over and explore.  

As I was riding my bike I hit a stump and immediately my front tire started to lose air.  I pushed my bike back to the house.  Dropped off my bike at the side of the barn.  I went in the house and noticed my sister was no where around.   She had left me a note with some money.  Told me she was going to spend the night with a girlfriend.  I knew she would eventually meet up with her boyfriend.  My parents did not approve of Sam but that’s another story.  

I walked about a half mile down the road to Mr. Blackwell’s house.  Our neighbor lived alone.  My mom said his wife died several years ago and drank too much for any respectable women to put up with his actions.  I walked around back and as soon as I got to the corner of his house I noticed Mr. Blackwell was standing naked on his back porch drinking a beer and pissing out the screen door.  When he noticed me he grinned and kept pissing.  Now I have seen my dad piss outdoors when we would go fishing. Country boys just learn at an early age it’s very common.  

Mr. Blackwell shook his cock dry and asked me what I was doing sneaking around his house.  I told him I didn’t mean to sneak up on him….but I glad I did.  He took a swig of his beer and kept his hand on his pecker.  Man…he was thick.  My best friend Thomas plays with my cock when we are in the barn…but all of a sudden I wanted to touch Mr. Blackwell’s fat dick.  He asked me what I needed and I told him my bike had a flat tire.   He stepped off the porch….walked towards me, ask…where is your bike.  I was speechless…he was standing right in front of me….naked as the day he was born.   I looked at his dick….he took his index finger and placed it under my chin….he raised my head up and said…boy, talk to me.  I told him my bike was back at my house.   He stood over me and said….I know you and Thomas play with each other’s peckers.  He grinned and said Thomas told me what you boys do.   He took my hand and placed it on his hard dick.  He told me Thomas likes to play with his dick.  At this point Mr. Blackwell leans over my face and kisses me.   His mouth tasted of beer.  Thomas and I ever now and then drink one of my dad’s PBR when we can sneak one.  He took my hand and lead me to his back porch.  He undressed me and started touching my body.  Once he cupped my balls I thought I would shoot my load.  He dropped to his knees and swallows my dick.  I swear…I saw stars when I starting cumming in his mouth.  He licked my cock clean.  

Now it was my turn to be with a grown man.  His cock was leaking precum and he took his finger…wiped his cockhead and held his finger to my lips.  I eagerly opened.  He darted his finger in and out of my mouth.  He kissed me.  His tongue filled my mouth.  It was wonderful…leaving me wanting more.  He placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees.   He was so patient.  I’d never had a dick that big ever in my mouth.  Thomas is the same age as me.  Our cocks are long but not thick.  As I was licking his cock he held my head in his hands and slowly fucked my face.   He told me to stop.  He instructed me to start licking his balls.  His soft, gentle voice was coaching me.  Yes son, just like that.  I was so proud of myself.  He played with his precum as I licked his balls.   A few minutes later I was hard again.  He stood up and went in the kitchen. He return with some butter….he rubbed my cock and guided my pecker in his hairy hole.  I’d never fucked Thomas ever.   Always wanted to….but now I was fucking a man.   He told me what to do.  When to go faster, etc…..I shot my load in his ass.  After I finished he stood up….picked me up and carried me to his bed.  He licked my hole.  Called my hole a pussy.  I swear his tongue was so hot.  My ass felt like nothing I had ever experienced before.  Mr. Blackwell told me to push…I didn’t understand.  After a couple of fingers in my ass…he continued to stretch me out.   He wasn’t forceful, but he wasn’t wasting any time.   When he put the head of his cock in my ass I screamed. He rested his cockhead in my hole.  He rubbed my back…was so loving and soothing.  Gradually he went deeper….filling me up.  I loved him taking my ass.  He took his time and made sure I was ready for more.  After about ten minutes he told me…. I think you are ready.  I had seen cows and horses out in the field fuck.   I understood exactly what he was doing.  I loved it.  He fucked me harder and faster.   He was sweating and telling me he was close.  I begged him to fuck me harder. He shook all over and I felt my ass filled with his warm cum.   We layer in bed for a while.  He raised up over my body…kissed me,  grinned and said, son…let’s go fix your flat tire.  You will need to ride your bike back to my house tomorrow.  

That summer I rode my bike just about every day to Mr. Blackwell’s farm.