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The Boy Next Door by Harve Murtchison
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The Boy Next Door
by
Harve Murtchison
The first time Don saw him he was unloading a moving van and
carrying packing crates into the house that had been unoccupied for
almost two years. It was a hot summer morning, so the new neighbor
along with two other men helping him had stripped down to the
basics. Cut off jeans and sneakers. As Don watched with much
curiosity from his upstairs bedroom window, he was treated to the
sight of three humpy men, bare chests streaming sweat, muscles
straining under the weight of the crates and cartons. But his
attention was focused on one guy in particular. It would continue
to be focused thusly for some time to come.
It was when the man in question began setting up his bed in
a room opposite Don's vantage point, separated by Don's narrow
driveway, that Don realized he was the house's new resident. He
spotted Don in the window and waved.
"Howdy. That your house?"
Don nodded and waved back. "Yeah." His heart pounded faster
when the stranger flashed a broad smile that made his whole face
glow.
"I reckon that makes us neighbors. Name's Bud Binderman."
"Don Johnson."
His name got the usual response. "Oh, yeah? Like the guy in
Miami Vice?"
Don nodded again. "The same." He smiled back. "Welcome to the
neighborhood."
"Thanks. See you later." Bud scratched a hairy nipple before
getting back to work. When he bent over to unload aa box of books,
his cut-offs highlighted a terrific, muscular ass with thighs like
mighty oak trees. His legs were covered with a dense matting of
dark hair that thickened noticeably on his inner thighs. Don wasn't
sure but he thought he could see the outline of one hairy testicle
peeking out of the leg opening of the man's cut--offs. He stepped
back from the window and adjusted the shutters so they gave him a
clear view of his new neighbor without being seen himself. Watching
Bud stoop and bend, pausing occasionally to scratch his chest again
or adjust what was inside the snug cut-offs, gave Don all the
sexual impetus he needed. He had gone partying the night before and
woke up with a heavy case of what he called the "hangover hots."
He was wearing tattered cut-offs, and he quickly unzipped them to
release the slab of stiff flesh painfully contained by the tight
shorts.
"Ah," he sighed as he freed his aching, lengthening hard-on
and began a series of loving strokes. "This is just what I need
this morning. Something humpy to fantasize about while I jack off.
Damn, that guy's hot!"
Don pumped his poker faster as he saw Bud unexpectedly lie
down on his platform bed and rub his crotch. For a few exciting
seconds, Don thought he was going to have a beat-off buddy, but no
such luck. Bud was apparently only readjusting his meat before
catching forty winks. Don shot his load into his shorts while
watching his new neighbor sleep. He groaned loudly when he was
cumming and wondered if Bud might be playing possum and enjoying
the sounds of a young masturbating to a noisy climax. But Bud
didn't stir. Shortly, Don decided more sleep was a good idea for
him as well. He tossed aside his cum-encrusted cut-offs and crawled
back into bed. He fell asleep right away with dreams of hunky Bud,
and when he awoke his hand was between his widespread thighs, hard-
on in hand, cock up and ready for another jack-off session. Firmly
gripping his dick and stroking slowly, Don slipped from bed and
returned to the window. Bud's bedroom was empty but noises in the
backyard alerted Don to the fact that somebody was around. He went
into the bathroom which was the only room in his house with a good
view of his neighbor's backyard, and his eyes widened when he saw
who was making the noise. Or other how it was being made.
Bud was no place to be seen, but his muscular moving helpers
certainly were. And Don massaged his stiffening prick faster while
he watched them. One of the men was leaning against a weed-choked
trellis, cut-offs around one ankle, legs widespread, the other
mover, also with his shorts pulled down, was fucking the daylights
out of him.
"Damn!" Don muttered, increasing the pressure on his dick. "I
don't believe what I'm seeing. I really don't!"
He watched closely as the man gripped the trellis with both
hands and shoved his ass back to better accommodate his buddy's
thrusting ramrod. He was jacking his own stiff meat while getting
screwed, and it wasn't long before his butt was filled with is
pal's juices as he shot his wad into the weeds. Seeing the two big
men shudder with powerful orgasms triggered Don's load for the
second time that day. He leaned on the bathroom sink for support,
clutching it until his strong climax had passed and he had squeezed
the last drops of cum from his cockhead.
"Shit," he moaned with the second gush of jizz that morning.
He took a deep breath before going back to his bedroom. Something
caught the corner of his eye and he glanced out his shuttered
window toward the house next door. He wasn't certain, but he
thought he saw the nude body of Bud Binderman drift across his room
before disappearing down the hall. Don merely shook his head and
decided what he needed was a long shower and some breakfast. He
also decided what he needed even more was a close look at his new
neighbor's humpy body. Had Bud really been naked by the window?
Could he see more of Don than Don thought? Did he know what was
going on in his backyard with the two moving men? Don tried to
concentrate on his ham and eggs and put aside the thoughts of Bud.
But when nightfall came, he didn't have any choice. Nor did he want
any.
Don had gone to dinner with an old friend, and when he pulled
his car into the driveway he noted that the house next door was
dark. Except for Bud's bedroom. He wasted no time in parking in the
garage and hurrying upstairs to see what was going on. For the
second time that day he could scarcely believe his eyes.
Bud was still at work, but he had changed his clothes. As Don
adjusted the shutters, he watched while Bud moved around the room
clad only in a jock strap. His thick, muscular thighs were buoying
up an even more impressive clump of manmeat than had been visible
in his cut-offs, and the very sight of that sent Don's hand right
to his own groin. He watched and waited. And he rubbed his dick
through his jeans and jockeys.
"God, what a basket on that guy," he said to himself. "I
wonder why he's wearing just a jock. I mean, it's not nearly as hot
as it was this morning. It's almost cool."
Don continued massaging his hardening cock through his
clothing as he kept a close watch on Bud who was now facing the
window as he began putting books on a shelf. The distance between
the two men was so short that Don felt as thought he could reach
out and grope his neighbor's bulging jock pouch. Don wasn't certain
but he thought he saw Bud's eyes flicker across the narrow alleyway
and rest for a few seconds on the shuttered windows. Whether or not
that was the case, he returned to his work at the shelves while
Don's hands stayed busy. Getting a closer look at the muscular
Adonis had prompted Don to unbuckle his jeans, unzip them and shove
them down his legs. Then his hand went inside his briefs and his
fingers wrapped around his stiff fleshpole. In what was a welcome
but totally unexpected move, Bud set a stack of books aside and
came to the window. He stood squarely in front of it, handsome body
framed perfectly, jock bulge looking bigger than ever. don held his
breath as he watched his neighbor slide one hand inside the jock
and fondle what was inside. The sudden gesture had made one of his
hairy nuts slip free of the supporter, and Don licked his lips when
he saw the tasty looking testicle. He wanted to suck it into his
mouth and then go to work on Bud's cock. Any speculation about the
size was ended when Bud looped his thumbs inside the elastic band
and pulled down. His prick sprung free only partially erect and
pointed in Don's direction when his neighbor took his meat in hand
and began stroking. Don licked his lips again as he watched the
man's dick thicken. It was way out of proportion to his huge hairy
nutsack, probably not more than five inches long. But his short
cocksize was compensated by amazing thickness. It looked to Don
like it was as big as his wrist, and as he focused closed on it he
could see a glint of moisture on the fat dickhead. Bud apparently
noticed it too and touched it with his finger which went straight
to his lips. Don aped the motion and tasted his own saline pre-cum
oozing.
"Damn, I'd like to suck him," Don breathed. He pumped his
sexmeat faster as Bud did the same. "That guy's driving me crazy.
I'm gonna cum pretty soon. What a fucking show-off." But Don
admitted to himself he'd be a show-off too if he had a body like
Bud Binderman. Surely the guy worked out, Don thought, as Bud
turned his back to the window and flexed powerful shoulder muscles
as he beat his thick meat. Don's hand flew faster and faster up and
down his stiff poker, and he spit on his hand to lubricate his dry
boner. He spit several times and soon his prick was well greased
and making a sticky noise as he jacked it.
Don continued watching as Bud went to his bedside table and
removed a white jar. He opened it and stuck a couple of fingers
inside, pulling out a handful of some kind of lubricant. But he
didn't apply it to his prick as Don expected. Instead, he reached
into the drawer and withdrew a thick, curved dildo made of black
rubber. Bud positioned himself before the window again, backside
toward Don, and slowly, carefully slid the fat dildo between the
cheeks of his hairy muscular ass. Don held his breath as he saw the
thick ten-incher disappear up his neighbor's butt and deep into his
insides. Don clenched his ramrod even tighter as he fisted his
meat, wishing it was his cock up Bud's inviting ass and not a piece
of black rubber.
Once the dildo was deeply implanted inside him, Bud
deliberately turned sideways so that his neighbor would have a
clearer view of what he was doing. He was jacking his cock with
one hand and ramming the monstrous dildo with the other. From his
vantage point, Don could see the assault the dildo was making on
Bud's pinkish puckerhole.
"That's got to hurt," he breathed. Suddenly, a wave of
pleasure washed over him and he shot his load into his white
jockeys. "Aw, shit! Cumming!!" Don gasped, scarcely realizing that
his voice could be heard across the driveway. But he couldn't
control himself, muttering, "Gotta cum. Gotta cum!" over and over
again. On the other side of the alley, Bud had reached his own
crisis and was attacking his bung hole with a near frenzy while he
jacked his cock with equal fervor. Like Don, he didn't try to hide
the excitement in his voice. He moaned so loudly it was almost an
outcry and spewed a thick stream of jism from his fat dickhead. He
had spun around at the last possible moment so that his spunk flew
out the window and into the dark driveway below. Don had a sudden
image of himself lying in the driveway, on is back with his mouth
open wide so he could swallow the hot man's load.
"Aw, yeah!" Bud cried, squeezing the last drops of sperm from
his sexmeat and slowly drawing the black dildo out of his ass. "Aw,
yeah. S'good. Damn good."
"Yeah," Don whispered back. He watched with some
disappointment as Bud switched off the lights and crawled tiredly
into bed. Don's cock was still half-hard, and he was hoping just
maybe the guy would be up for going a second time. Probably was
just as well, he thought as he stripped and got into bed. He had
cum three times that day, and his softening prick was a little sore
from the intense workouts he had given it. A fourth session might
prove to be a touch painful. He closed his eyes and went
immediately to sleep. His dreams rather expectedly centered on his
next door neighbor, and his first thought when he awoke the next
morning was how blatant Bud's performance had been. But then he
reconsidered. His house had been totally dark, after all, and Bud
probably thought nobody was at home. Don had even made a point of
groping his way through the blackened house and concealing himself
behind the shutters. In any case, Don certainly wasn't going to
complain. His only real concern was that there wouldn't be a repeat
performance.
He needn't have worried.
It was a beautiful sunny Sunday morning, and Don went to open
his shutters to admit a breeze. He took a deep breath of fresh air
and looked at Bud's window. It was open with a white shade slapping
in the wind. Just as Don started to turn away, a hand reached over
the window sill and raised the shade. Don and Bud were face-to-face
with each other. And both were naked as the day they were born.
"Uh, good morning," Don stammered, one hand automatically
going to conceal his crotch.
"Morning," Bud answered. Unlike Don, he made no attempt to
cover his cock which was semi tumescent from a morning piss hard.
All he wore was a broad smile as he said, "Are you really that shy,
man?" Before Don could answer, Bud added, "Well, that's okay, I've
got enough show-of for both of us I reckon." Don was silent but his
face reddened when he heard his neighbor's next words. "Did you
enjoy my little show last night? From the sound of things you did.
Unless I was hearing things."
Don moved his hand and exposed his stiffening penis. "You
didn't imagine anything, Bud. I ... I feel kind of embarrassed
knowing you knew i was watching you."
Bud's grin widened. "If you hadn't been there I wouldn't have
done it, you know? I mean, I really get off on being watched. And
I get off on watching too. How'd you like what went on in my
backyard yesterday?"
Don swallowed but felt bold enough to reach for his hardening
dick. "You knew i watching then too?"
"Yup. I got a good view of your bathroom window from my
upstairs back porch. I was doing the same thing you were while you
watched those guys fuck." He began lazily massaging hi sexmeat. "I
reckon you were so preoccupied in watching and jacking your cock
that you didn't notice me."
Don swallowed again as he started masturbating in earnest.
"No. I didn't."
"You really gave your whang a workout, didn't you?"
"Three times yesterday. Twice thanks to you."
"Oh?"
Now it was Don's turn to grin. "Aha! I did sneak a secret look
you didn't know about."
"When was that?"
"While you were unpacking. You lay down on the bed once and
I thought for a minute you were going to jack off. Sorry to say you
didn't."
"I reckon I didn't know how you'd react or I would've gotten
right down to business. When I saw you pumping your poker while you
were watching Pete and Glen I knew you'd be receptive to a little
performance from me."
"I'll say."
both men stared at each other's crotches as they beat their
meat and squeezed their nipples until they were almost as hard as
their dicks. After a few minutes of that, Don broke the silence.
"You gonna use that dildo, Bud?"
"You want me to?" Bud asked, his voice husky and slightly
breathless.
"Sure."
"Okay." BUd went to get his dildo and lubricant and when eh
returned to the window, he saw that Don had retrieved his own toy.
"Son of a gun. That's one I've never seen."
"It's a double dildo, man. And it's really terrific."
"Say, Don?"
"Yeah?" Don asked as he began lubricating both ends of the
dildo i anticipation of Bud's next question.
"Why don't you bring that thing over and show me how it
works?"
"Be right over."
Within a matter of minutes, Don was sitting opposite Bud on
his bed with the rough-ridged dildo wedged up both their butts. Don
had his legs draped over Bud's and had scooted close enough so they
could jack each other's cocks while wriggling hungry assholes
against the piercing dildo.
"You're right, buddy. This is terrific."
"I knew you'd like it," Don said, giving Bud's thick cockshaft
a playful squeeze as he stroked it up and down. "I mean it's really
like we're fucking each other but we still have our dicks free to
jack on. Yeah, that's it, Bud. When you shove forward like that it
pushes this thing right against the old sphincter. Damn, that's
good. You're such a fast learner, neighbor."
"I got a good teacher I reckon," Bud replied, rubbing his
finger over the other man's dickslit and tasting the sticky ooze
he found there. Don did the same thing to Bud's fat ramrod and
smiled as he put a finger to his tongue.
"Delicious," he pronounced. "Welcome to the neighborhood, good
buddy."
"Thanks," Bud said as they shook cocks. "Looks tome like it's
going to be a long, hot summer."
"Damn right. Oh, shit, that feels great. A little harder,
man."
"Anything you want, pal. Anything you want."
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