The Boy Next Door

He tilted his head back to be able look up into my eyes as his lips wrapped around my inflated knob. Looking down to meet his gaze, I gave him a hint of an encouraging smile, the warmth and wetness of his sweet lips enveloping my cock head. He started to play his tongue around the cock head, sending shivers throughout my body. I watched his green eyes gazing up at me, filled with lust. I reached down and grabbed his longish dirty blond hair, arching my back, pushing into his mouth.

He swallowed. Halfway down my shaft, he stopped and I felt him push back against my hand which as pressing on the back of his head. But I pressed harder, my eyes locked into his, communicating to him my need to go deeper. I needed for him to take the whole eight inches. I needed to feel my cock head penetrate his throat and feel its vibrations. I needed his hot breaths inside my thick bush. I needed his warm lips pressed hard around the base of my rod. His eyes started to water as he struggled. I knew that swallowing my cock is not an easy feat, but it could be done, and I was insistent.

I planted my feet firmly onto the carpeted floor, my toes curling for better traction, and I held his head with both hands. Still looking down at his upturned face, I thrust in, hard.

As my cock forced into the back of his mouth, his eyes bulged out, showing their greenness. Spit drooled out of his mouth as he opened his jaws wider. His nostrils flared as he tried to breathe, coughing, with my cock head blocking his throat and snot starting to seep out of his nose, covering his upper lip.

I kept the pressure, loving the sensations emanating from my buried cock. Three more inches and I’d be balls deep. As I watched his face, I noticed his eyes starting to glaze. But that didn’t stop me. He had to swallow it whole, all the fucking way. He just had to.

I wasn’t really a power top. As much as I enjoyed lips pressing around the base of my cock shaft, I seldom forced myself onto my partner. I knew quite well how difficult it was to swallow eight inches. I had been able to do it a couple of times, and it was hell on my throat and jaws, but it had been so rewarding, and I wanted him to experience this.

But now, as I looked down at the kid’s pretty face, his eyes begging for release, his gurgling and sputtering getting louder, I just needed to bury balls deep.

With a huge thrust, grabbing his hair tight, I finally buried. He choked and coughed loudly, his fingernails digging into my hairy thighs as I pushed and grinded against his face. His eyes got even wider, tears starting to stream down his cheeks onto his fuzzy beard. My whole body shook at the vibrations of his throat massaging my knob and I grinded harder, smashing his nose into my cotch and inside my thick pubes. I kept my eyes fixed on his face. His eyes went from wide open to half-closed as he fought for breath.

It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds of throating him deeply when I felt his grip on my thighs loosen, his body slumping, his lips slacken. Spit mixed with snot dribbled down his chin onto his bare chest, glistening. I realized that the kid was not able to take more.

I quickly pulled out, fisting my slimed cock, dripping with spit and precum.

He dropped down onto the floor, taking in loud gasps of air, clutching his throat with one hand, his spit dripping down into his lightly hairy chest patch, already wet with sweat, his chest heaving with every forced breath he was able to take. I loved the way he looked, though, after deep throating me, with his face and mouth all wet and covered with gunk. Very few had done that, and I knew that he had choked nearly to death when I pushed my cock down his throat.

I reached down and pulled him up to kiss his slimed lips. He was able to murmur something about how huge my dick was and how I had forced it down his throat. I pushed him back down on his knees and rubbed my wet cock all over his face, the dimples in his face cheeks, the cleft in the middle of his chin, the red lips. He moaned under my cock, pushing his tongue out to lick on my hairy balls. I could feel his body shaking, whether from the trauma of swallowing my cock or from the lust of wanting to do it until he could draw out my sperm, or possibly both; the kid was quivering like a leaf, on his knees, his tongue slurping up from my balls to my cock shaft, under the knob, working the sensitive area which made me weak and shaking as well.

Arching my back, I enjoyed his ministrations. It had been only an hour ago that I had let him into my place. It had happened when I was sitting on the couch after taking a shower, in my bathrobe and jockey short. Out of nowhere, I had felt something stuck in my throat. I had started to cough loudly, when there was a knock on my door. When I opened, I was greeted by the cutest boy ever, green eyes, loose white I-shirt, low-hanging tight jeans cutoffs, sandals.

He had a concerned look on his face: “Are you ok, sir?” he had asked in a husky voice, his eyes travelling up and down my partially exposed body, lingering for a second on my crotch, which bulged slightly.

I nodded, my watery eyes going over his lank and sexy body. It was the boy next door, couple of doors down. I immediately noticed his glance down my half-naked body and back to my eyes. I pointed at my throat and tried to smile.

“Something caught in my throat,” I had finally croaked. “I’m ok, kid.”

“If there is anything I can do?” he had asked, again eyes glancing down my front, latching onto my bulged jockeys. “I mean, I’d done two shifts at the Red Cross as part of my community work.”

“Come in,” I had to have this kid. He looked so adorable, standing in the doorway, so inviting, so fucking sexy and fuckable, so obviously taken by my nakedness and my bulging crotch. “I’m fine. Let me offer you something to drink.” There was a smirk on my face, I knew, as my mind contemplated the possibility of fucking.

He had hesitated, but after repeating his glance down my body, he stepped in. I had known then that he was surely interested, so as soon as I closed the door behind him, I made it a point to adjust my dick sideways inside my undies. His eyes grew wider, glued at my crotch. With a decided smirk, I grabbed him by his long dirty-blond hair and pushed him down onto his knees. He hadn’t resisted at all. Actually, he had been eager to plaster his face on my crotch rubbing, sniffing and licking.

That had been an hour or so ago.

Fisting my shaft in one hand, I grabbed him by the throat and pressed my cock head against his lips. But he quickly moved away before I got the chance to grab a tight hold on his head. I laughed, pulling him up and pushing him down on his back on the couch.

“You’re a hot cocksucker, kid,” I smirked down at him, stroking my rock hard cock.

“Sir, I’m not a kid,” he protested. “I’ll turn 20 in May.”

I reached down and pulled his cut-offs down his legs, his tight boxers outlining his erection, sideways, almost reaching his hip. He looked delicious to swallow in one gulp. I rubbed his bulging erection feeling it throb against my hand as my other hand reached up his flat chest to tweak his nipples. He moaned and squirmed, his green eyes never leaving my face.

“So you’re not a kid,” I squeezed his dick and he squirmed more.

“No, sir,” he managed to say, totally turned on by my rubbing.

“Then, I’m not a ‘sir,’ I said. “I’m Rand.”

“Kiss me, Rand,” he croaked, arching his back.

I leaned over him as my hand fished out his hard dick and I planted my lips on his, my tongue probing into his open mouth. His moans, whether from my hand or my tongue or both, I couldn’t tell, came out muffled. I sucked his lips and licked up and down his lightly-bearded face cheeks.

Both of us naked, I studies the kid’s physique. Nicely built but on the slim side. I tweaked his pink nipples which had a couple of curled hairs around each, and a light chest patch in the middle. His dashboard belly was rippled with defined abs, and his pecs outlined his nipples, making them ready to be suckled on. I did. Sucked them, licked around them, bit them, then sucked them some more.

Keeping my gaze fixed on his pretty face, watching his expression of pleasure, I worked my tongue teasingly down the firm satin-like skin, following a light hair trail starting at his navel. Reaching his hard dick, I gulped him down to the base with one swallow. He bucked up and cried out in surprise as I throated him.

In order not to bring him over the edge too soon, I let go of his throbbing cock and licked my way up his body to his lips.

I lay down on top of him, full weight, our cocks pressing on each other, grinding. The moans were now not only his but also mine as I dry humped his beautiful body under me and worked my mouth all over his pretty boy face. I kissed the green eyes, licked the earlobes, bit on the pouting lips and invaded the open mouth with my greedy tongue.

Still looking at me, he whispered, “Randy, fuck me.”

I winced at the “Randy” part, but quaked with anticipation at the “fuck me” part. I never liked being called Randy—I was more of a Rand than a Randy—but the way the kid said it was so tempting, even teasing, rather than begging, and who was I not oblige? For him, Randy I was!

I was sort of surprised that he would offer me his butt to fuck after having experienced my big cock in his mouth and after I power-fucked his face. I lifted myself up. He quickly flipped onto his belly pushing up his bubbled and fuzzy ass cheeks. I took in a deep breath, both hands grabbing the firm globes and pulling them apart to expose a hairy crack centered by a pink puckered hole, already twitching, inviting, mesmerizing.

Leaning over his butt, I licked into the crack, my tongue working the alluringly twitching hole. He was squirming against my face, repeating over and over again: “Randy, fuck me, oh, please, fuck me Randy, please.”

Sliding up on top of him I worked the side of his neck with my mouth and tongue as my cock slipped inside his already spit-greased crack. I moved my hips up and down, fucking his butt-cleft, slurping on his neck and shoulder, pushing my hand under him to fondle and squeeze his nipples. I grabbed my dick with my other hand and guided the head to his hole; I could feel it twitching. I started to push in. He grunted as he ring stretched at the pressure of my hard knob.

“Randy,” he moaned, turning his head round to look at me, his green eyes pleading, “oh fuck, use some lube. Fuck, you’re so big. Randy, oh fuck!”

I snickered. Of course, I was big. Eight inches of hard man meat were not to laugh at. Dripping lube into his crack and some onto my cock head and down the shaft, I prepared him. It was then that I realized that I didn’t know the kid’s name.

“Dude,” I bit his neck. “What’s your fucking name?” I asked, my fingers working to stretch his lubed boy-hole, getting it ready.

He grunted, his head still turned round to look at me, his green eyes lustful. “You’re gonna fuck my ass and you don’t know my name. Fuck, Randy. That’s so lame.” The cheek of the kid. Here I was on top of him, preparing his boy-cunt for the fuck of his life, and he was being sarcastic!

His answer took me by surprise. In response, I aligned my cock head at his hole and thrust hard, stretching the ring and penetrating. He screamed as my knob popped into his ring and was clamped hard. God, he was as tight as a drum.

“Now,” I grunted, grabbing his throat and gazing back at him, “what the fuck is your name?”

He pursed his lips challenging me. “Randy,” he muttered through his teeth. “As I said, you’re so lame.”

With one massive heave, I buried all 8 inches inside him vengefully. His screams were so loud that I was afraid we would be found out. I clamped my hand over his mouth to muffle his screaming, my hips moving round to grind on his butt cheeks, feeling his ring muscle squeeze hard around the base of my buried cock.

“You think this is lame, bitch?” I told him, pressing full weight on top of him, pinning him under me, owning him. “Name, you teasing fucker.”

With a grunt, he managed to utter: “J… Ji… Jimmy.”

“That’s better, Jimboy,” I said, pulling out a couple of inches and ramming it back in deep. “You’re gonna get lame-fucked, Jimmy, like this.” And I repeated the couple of inches out and then rammed back in deep. He thrashed under my weight, burying his face into the cushion and muffling his screams and grabbing onto the couch’s arm with both hands, knuckles white.

After perhaps three or four lurches in his deepest bowels, I felt his tunnel starting to relax, enough so to let me fuck him nice and smooth. “Randy, you fucker. Fucking fucker. Fucking big cock fucker. Mother fucker. FUCK MY ASS!” He repeated, thrusting his butt up to meet my plunging rock-hard cock.

The kid’s whimpering and thrashing turned me on more, and I fucked harder and faster. He kept repeating: “Fucking fuck fucker, Randee… Big fucking cock, oh god, fuck me deeper, fuckfuckfuckfuck…”

Now we were in sync with each other, cock in and out of a stretched and greased tunnel, balling his boy-pussy like a piston, his tunnel sucking me in deeper with each thrust. He  reached back with both hands to grab my butt cheeks, driving his nails into the skin, as he had done when I forced my cock down his throat, never stopping the stream of “fuck, fucking, fucker, Randee, big cock.”

Slipping my hand under him to grab his dick, I stroked him in rhythm to my thrusts. I pounded his ass and jerked on his cock, slippery with his precum. I soon felt his tunnel squeeze crazily around my cock shaft and his ring muscle choking my cock base and I knew he was ready to nut.

Sure enough, with a muffled scream, he tilted his head back and shot his load into my hand and onto the couch under him. The squirting made his ring pulsate on my cock and I couldn’t hold back. Grunting out loud, pulling on his hair as my other hand still grabbed his throbbing slimed dick, I exploded deep into his bowels. I felt that I was cumming forever. I felt that I wasn’t about to stop. I wasn’t counting my squirts, but I was certain that I fed the kid the biggest load I had ever unleashed.

I pulled out, finally, with my cock dripping and lay on top of the kid, sweating and panting. He was breathing heavily under me, taking my weight, my ownership of him. I licked and kissed his neck, turning his face to me to reach his sweet lips. We kissed deep, our breathing getting heavier with the tongue probing. My dick was couched inside his wet crack, slimed with seeping cum and juices, as my hips grinded on his firm boy-butt. It was as if I was tongue-fucking him. And by the groans he made, I knew that he was enjoying it even more than I was.

We stayed in this position for some time, exhausted, emptied, fully gratified, until is started to bone between his ass cheeks. He snickered as he felt the stretching of my cock. “Yeah, oh fuck, I’m sore, but do me again, baby,” he pleaded.

I did do him, again and again.

All of that, caused by something that caught in my throat and made me cough just as the kid was passing by my door.