A Good Neighbor's Benefits

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS SERIES ARE AT LEAST 18

It all started when a new family moved next door after the previous owners moved to another city. I wasn't around when the family moved in only to come home in the evening to see the FOR SALE sign beside the gate removed and the windows illuminated into a reinforcement that indeed the apartment that had been for sale for almost three months had finally been bought: the neighbourhood had just earned itself a new addition. A good neighbour I have always been, I went to welcome them to the neighbourhood at around ten the following morning.

I knocked at their front door a couple of times before it opened to a man who was supposed to be the new man of the house. Generous strands of grey sprouting across his thick mane, a double chin and a big beer belly: it was without saying the man had given himself up to the rough seizure of age. He beamed clumsily into my kind gesture as I introduced myself as his neighbour from the house across the fence. He invited me in and introduced me to his wife who served us nice scones and some apple juice which we chowed to a casual chitchat about random things through which we got to know each other better:

The new addition to the neighbourhood answered to the Klaus family, a small family of only three, two of which was the couple hosting me: Tony and Phoebe. Only one member was missing and Tony set my curiosity to rest with the revelation that the third member was their nineteen year old son who had just gone to town to buy something. The family seemed nicer than all the new neighbours I had ever welcomed or participated in welcoming. Growing up, my mom always made sure that every time a new neighbour moved in, we would pay them a family visit through which she would(as painfully religious woman she was) share her faith such that by the time I moved out of her house, I had welcomed a number of families. Yet none of them had I enjoyed welcoming as this one. Tony had a sharp sense of humour and his wife Phoebe reminded me of my mom with her very keen hospitality.

Still a bachelor, yet living my best life, I'm enjoying life as a thirty-six year old single man. I work for a local architectural company and I can safely say I earn enough to buy myself anything I want whenever I want it. Getting married is of course one of the things on my bucket list but I have no need to hurry myself, single life is treating me quite well. I'm a busy man who spents all my weekdays at work only to return home in the evening. Weekends are my only chance to really have my me-time, the same during which I religiously set aside Saturday for visiting the gym for rigorous workouts and hanging out with my friends with Sunday being for any other thing that might be fun. However, since this new family moved in, my weekend plans have been considerably altered starting from one particular Saturday morning when I saw Tony racking leaves just by the fence while I was watering my plants on the balcony.

He greeted me and we chitchatted for a few minutes before the man asked me if I knew any repairman around as he was having problems with his kitchen and bathroom sinks. I knew a couple of repairman but I suggested that I had repaired my own sinks a number of times and could help him with his for free if he had no problem with that: what are neighbors for. The man gratefully accepted the kind offer to which I promised that I would come over in an hour or so after I was done with my morning chores to check the problem and see if I could fix it. It was on that warm amiable note that the stage for the tabooistic atrocities that would haunt the neighbourhood up to this day was set.

It was around ten that I finally afforded myself the chance to deliver on my promise as I made for the Klaus residence. All I wanted was to help a neighbour,... nothing more, nothing less.

My little toolbox in hand and a heart happy to help, I knocked on the front door a number of times without any answer until the knob turned before the door opened to...

It wasn't Tony...

... neither was it Phoebe but a sight I least expected to have something to do with the two. A very young man was standing in the doorway, knob still in hand, clad in a blue shirt and grey shorts which gracefully sat on him like they had been singularly tailor-made for him. Blond. Athletic build. Pretty chiselled face and deep blue eyes. To think that this young man was the said son of the couple was almost impossible to fathom as I couldn't see any bit of Tony or Phoebe in the boy, especially Tony. How could such a chubby old bag of clumsy existence father such a chiselled piece of boy charm?

"How are you, sir?" spilled the greeting from the young man's cherry lips to which my little stun was roiled up into a realization that I was staring. I watered down on the awkwardness by spilling out the question:

"Fine, is Tony around?"

"No, sir", he said and no sooner had he than his eyes opened a little wider as they dropped to the toolbox in my hand in a way that suggested that he had just realized something that obviously had something to do with the little box containing my apparatus of neighbourly goodwill before saying with a voice that had taken on a few more decibels, "Oh, are you the Ray from next door who is supposed to fix the sinks?"

"Yeah, that's me", I said as I smiled into the boy's light pleasant demeanour to which his lavishly youthful pretty face lit up into a beautiful smile that seemed to brighten up the morning even more before he welcomed me in:

"Come on in", he said as opened the door wider for me before letting go of the door knob as he made back into the house with me following.

Once in the livingroom, he told me that his parents had gone out for some business in town and would be back in a couple of hours so he had been left in charge of showing me around the areas that needed fixing in the house... and he did it so well. He led me to the kitchen where he showed me what was wrong with the sink and took me to the bathroom where he did the same before leaving me to do what I had come to do with an offer that if I needed anything I just had to call him. With that, the boy left me at it as he strutted his pretty self to some room along the corridor. The impression he had had on me struck me as nothing more than a normal habit of noticing and appreciating beauty of which the boy was indisputably worthy of as much notice and appreciation as befitted his achingly striking charm. Nothing wrong about that...

I started with the kitchen sink where I realized that the fault wasn't much of a big deal and in a few minutes, I had fixed it up back to normal. Then I made for my last port of call: the bathroom wherein the fault was a little bit more challenging but not the kind I couldn't fix... as long as I had enough time. And all the time, I had! However, someone in the house didn't have as much time as I had to waste away on fixing sinks and I only realized it when the boy walked into the bathroom while I was in the middle of doing my best to try and prove to Tony that I was a neighbor he could rely on: I had to fix that sink and leave it working as it was supposed to... no matter how long it had to take.

"Hey, how is it going?" the boy's voice roiled my focus off the task at hand as I turned my head to see him ambling in, arms akimbo and barefooted with a relaxed aura of someone who was in charge.

"Just a few minutes and everything will be spick and span", I assured as I directed back my focus to my work before picking up my duck tape.

"The kitchen?" he asked.

"Everything is now perfect in the kitchen", I said almost proudly and I expected at least a simple thanks from the boy in charge of the house. Nothing like that happened but instead he said, "You better hurry up, I want to go out and would like to take a good bath?"

"Girlfriend?", I quiped up a suggestion that I was not offended by his little cold gesture as I threw him a sideway glance to which I perceived some sort of weak smile land on his face. Yes, it was my first day meeting the boy but, me being me, I couldn't see any problem lightening up the scene and joking around with the young man.

No answer was afforded my question and I turned only to see the boy slip out of the door leaving my quip hanging in the air. I just smiled out a shrug as I hurled back my attention to my work. Teenage boys!

A few minutes later, everything was done and I was already fastening and taping everything up to call it a day when my ears picked the creak of the door and the light shuffle of bare feet. I didn't even bother to confirm if my conclusion from what I had heard was right but rather deemed it thoughtful of me not to wait for him to ask me if I was done... because I was and had to break the news myself:

"I'm done and...", I stopped as my heart twitched out a little quick bolt of some sort of excitement as I instinctively turned to look at the boy only for my eyes to be welcomed by a sight I least expected. There was the boy with nothing on him but some skimpy blue towel loosely wrapped around his lithe waist as he advanced towards the shower while giving me some sort of daring look that struck me as kind of creepy,... beautifully creepy. Wow! The boy was really beautiful everywhere with his torso so toned and smooth that it was almost spellbinding. What was the boy up to?

"You are taking longer than I expected so I'm taking my shower while you do your work.... Hope you have no problem with that?" he explained his sudden awkward move said as his fingers claimed the shower tap.

"No... no. I'm as good as done", I squeezed out the lie and the truth one after the other as I felt like the boy's strange gesture was the best thing that had happened to me this whole week. As much as I was telling the truth that I was as good as done, it was a lie that I had no problem with how the boy was inappropriately handling himself in my presence: stripping off and taking a shower in the presence of a stranger he had just met for the first time less than an hour ago. What was wrong with the boy? Or maybe I had to ask myself that same question: what was wrong with me? Why was a whole thirty-six year old me overthinking over something that apparently wasn't much of a big deal to a mere boy? It was just a dude cleaning himself up in the same room as another dude: what was so weird about that? Didn't I use to shower together with other dudes in boarding school?

Just as my mind reeled in conflicting thoughts over the boy's unexpected stunt, every thought drowned into the hissing of the shower as it swished out a confirmation that the boy wasn't kidding but really taking a shower in spite of me being in the same room... a few steps away from the shower. The urge to take a look at the boy showering nagged me but I couldn't give in to it as my mind had already started fogging up with ideas I had not imagined would trespass my mind on this my goodwill mission. As the splatter of water continued stirring up the scene, I fought off all the ideas but they would surge back at the irresistible imagination of what that lucky shower was hosting under its cascading blanket of falling moisture. What was happening to me?

I duck taped the last bit and I couldn't perceive even the littlest bit of the sink that needed any more of my attention: I was done. I had to start going. I straightened up with my heart already beating out a confrontation to my self-control as I realized that there was no way I was going to turn and make for the door without my eyes getting a treat of the wet tease communing with the shower just by the door. I turned and no sooner had I than my eyes, as if they had a will of their own, swerved into the swishing cascade only to be heckled and captured by one particular spot on the swishy union of boy and water: his cock. It, for some reason I couldn't dare ponder on, was fully bricked-up into a pulsating betrayal that I might not have been the only one in whose mind some shady ideas had penetrated, ideas on what could be made out of this fragile scene. It was not too bad a size for a teenage boy as it loftily sat between five and six hard inches of considerable girth.

I don't know how but some devious part of me smothered any will to leave as it couldn't allow me to take another step. I stood there with my cock twitching and throbbing out a counter to the challenge being thrown into its face by its lesser and paler kind in the shower. The boy, slowly driving the towel up and down his chest, just stood there planted under the falling blanket of water to which my eyes wrenched off the arresting poky hard sight between the boy's legs and landed on his face only to be arrested again by his beautiful face wrapped up in an expression I couldn't interpret through the cascading water with his eyes squinted in my direction. A couple of seconds after our eyes had found each other, the boy, with deliberate steadiness, groped for the shower stopper before the swishing and splattering was swiftly shrunk off into nothing but a sparse lazy dripping of lonely drops into the resultant silence from which I could sense the gap between us faltering under some strong energy attracting the two interracial masses of failing restraint. Everything had happened a little bit too quick for me get a solid grip on how things had wound up to this moment but only one thing I was sure of now was that there was no way the boy's parents were going to come back to their son just as intact as they had left him: the swelling commotion raging in my pants was proclaiming just as much.

I took a step,... but not towards the door. Then another... and this one triggered one from the drenched boy who reached for a towel hanging on the rail by the shower which he used to dry only his hair and face before dropping it to the floor and no sooner had the fluffy fabric hit the floor than the gap between us was aggressively violated as each, with solid decision, strode towards each other until we were so close to each other that his hard boy-cock poked into my caged rising monster. I could feel his wet warmth radiating its way through my clothes as we looked into each other's eyes and with the boy's freshly cleaned face so close to me, my cock throbbed hard at the realization of the lavish amount of beauty I had at my hands.

The quietness in the house seemed amplified as the boy backed off a notch before I felt, without notice, the boy's fingers claiming the button of my jeans before, with pulsating urgency, they readily sent it coming off to the buzzing of the zipper. Our eyes still locked through the boy's dirty antics until, with a triumphant tug, I felt the defeated waistband of my jeans tugged along that of my underwear to which my hard cock jutted out to the unforeseen challenge as my jeans dropped around my feet leaving my underwear clinging around the middle of my thighs.

Just then, the boy's eyes swayed off mine and dropped to check what their fingery counterparts had just accomplished.

"Oh, my god!", all of a sudden the thick spell of silence was stirred up to his whispery groan-like blurt before he added up a clarification to his sudden burst, "That's a giant black thing..."

His eyes swooped off the object of his justifiable shock(I knew I had a hell lot of black meat down there) to land back into the welcoming embrace of mine and this time there was this mixture of amazement, awe and something else that seemed to scream, 'Wow, I'm impressed!"

I shot out a knowing smirk into his loud stun and said, "You like it?" It was at that point that I realized that I had fallen hard into the boy's gloriously wicked trap.

The boy answered in no word but a twisted weak smile that gradually started swooping towards mine to which I took a clue that the boy needed to be cajoled out of his shock by at least a kiss. His will was my command! I put my big hands to their rightful use in moments like this as I took his little beautiful face into their generous clasp before giving his slightly parted lips the consolation they needed. Oh my god! The feel of his lips against mine was like magic as it sent an arresting bolt of lust into my veins and the boy made it worse when he reciprocated my little lippy gift by touching my big cock: every bit of restraint melted off into nothing but a consuming need, a burning desire to make this bathroom host whatever the moment demanded to make out of this unexpected turn of events. Whatever needed to be done with this hot opportunity had to be done... thoroughly and exhaustively.

As his fingers solidly curled around my cock, my lips deepened their solicited service on his little sweet ones to which he, with a little moan, reciprocated with as much fervour as due the standard I had set. Deeper and deeper, the kiss sank as more and more demanding the service of his bold hand around my cock grew until we were smooching like it was our last chance while my pressed cock grovelled under a thorough stroking that couldn't spare a single inch of both length and girth. Oh boy, this little cute devil was torturing me with things I had never felt before! How exactly had everything came down to this? What had just started as a simple act of goodwill had ended up into something crazily raunchy and unexpected... with a boy! A boy I had just known for barely an hour. A boy who looked nothing less than a normal teenage boy for whom girls had to be crazy for. A boy who hadn't struck me as capable of all these daring shenanigans he was torturing me out of my senses with. It still felt like a beautiful dream that my little simple move of neighborliness had been rewarded in this gloriously delicious manner. How had two strangers ended up in this very compromising position? Besides was it even the end?

As if the boy had sipped out the question from my mind, he made a move that solidly served the answer to my question: it was far from the end of it. With a moan, his lips smacked off mine with the stroky havoc his little hand was wreaking all over my cock not going down even a notch. With his lips withdrawn from mine but so close that I could still feel a whole lot of their warmth and the hot breath spilling out of their parted sweet selves radiating out a warning that just the littlest move and the two pairs of lips would merge up into another smoochy tangle.

"Damn! You are too big", he croaked through some sort of flustered expression as his stroky action around my cock dropped down to a stunned linger before it wound up to just a solid frozen grab to which I felt my cock-slit protestingly spill out a little justifiable drool: with all the stroky punishment his greedy hand had subjected it to, he was still not letting it go. With everything he had done and caused so far, he had to at least be ashamed but as far as my eyes could go into the depths of his blue eyeballs, I couldn't see anything even close to shame but just a stony resolve to have as much out of the moment as his little dirty daredevillish self needed.

I couldn't help feel like the boy was the one dominating the moment, me included, as his vice-like grip bound my drooling rod to his will with the stony expression in his eyes shooting out some sort of declaration that it was not over until only him said so. Anyway, I didn't want it to be over either... not until the boy was put in his right place where he would be nothing but a cute little bundle of submission under my dominance: that was the rightful place for a white teenage boy caught up in this type of mischief with a big black older stud.

However, just as I was about to get down to humbling down the boy into his proper place, the boy made a move that hopelessly crushed down on my urges. With one deep look into my eyes, he slowly lowered himself still with his hand solidly around my cock until his knees hit the damp floor. I groaned at the realization of what the boy was now up to as I imagined what it was going to be for my cock if it was to be sucked into something hot and wet when it was already twitching and drooling pitifully under the capture of something warm, coarse and dry. My hands descended on his tousled wet hair as the boy, for a throbbing moment, gawked into the sizzlingly haunting sight of burdensome black hard flesh overloading of little white hand.

"Man, your thing is too big", tumbled that same concern I was hearing for the third time in a few minutes. I couldn't blame the boy as I had heard that concern a number of times during my carnal moments with the ladies that would have found themselves caught up in my formidable command. Now I was hearing it from a boy, a pretty white one! The disturbingly hard-hitting realization of the deviant novelty of the moment was a jab of more lust into my surrender to teen capture and my cock became even more sensitive to the solid laborious wrap of his hand around my cock and the boy made it worse:

Jabbing up a twisted little better-get-ready smile into my face, his mouth slowly advanced towards my wet plump head before he placed a little kiss on it and returned a feedback into my helplessness in form of a dirty smirk coupled with slightly sagging eyes from which I couldn't help but tell that my cock had been irrevocably sentenced to the hard duty of appeasing boy fury as long as it was going last.

Another longer and more decisive kiss was placed on the same damned spot and I groaned as my fingers tightened their grip on his soft wet hair. Some ruthless spike of pleasure tore through every ounce of my being at the contact and the boy apparently had no mercy in store for me as he sent a more aggressive bout of painful ecstasy with him swallowing my whole plump head plus a couple more inches to which my eyes rolled back into my head with a croaky gush ejecting off my throat, "Oh my god!"

As if my blurt had offended the little lustful demon that had seized him, his hand, for the first time since this tabooistic atrocity started, curled off my cock and, together with its twin, landed on my hips. My cock was denied a moment of relief as the coarse seizure of the boy's hand it had been grovelling under was readily replaced by the wet, hot pounce of his mouth. This boy! He thrust his head forward and released a heavily stuffed muffle as more than half of my monstrous cock plunged into his mouth. The moment was not easy for me either: I growled out my shock at the electric surge of ravishing ecstasy that ripped through my veins at the boy's daring move with my thighs trembling at the impact.

The boy pulled back his head so that only my knob was left in his mouth. He started sucking and tonguing it with weak moans and the tender hot wet graze of his tongue against my my tip felt so ravishingly good that I gasped after every couple of tonguey strokes against my knob as my fingers started ruffling through his sweet soft mane. The feeling was something else and to think it was a boy I had just met subjecting me to this sweet filthy torture was so overwhelming that my balls cringed out a threat that if the boy continued toying around its infuriated appendage in this brutally delicious manner, they could burst. Too bad for them, there was no way I could break out of this yummy seizure!

"Oh my god, boy", I gushed out in sweet shock throwing my head back as the boy stopped his tonguey little hot game only to suddenly jerk forward his head so that my entire length was lost in a sea of wet breathy heat with his lips smashed against my crotch in confirmation to the boy's recklessly audacious accomplishment: he had swallowed every inch of my monstrous thing in one long groany slide. I could feel my knob smashed against some flabby hot wet spot which I knew was somewhere in his throat as he confirmed it by a choky muffled groan as, for a solid moment, he kept my defied weapon bound to its new burdened sweet humid dungeon.

After a tryingly scalding moment of all my many majestically thick furious inches subdued under the boy's boldly valorous swallow, with a sure choke, he reverentially withdrew his overloaded mouth to a brief struggle for breath with my tip which he hadn't allowed to go beyond his lips receiving a heavy hot blow from his gasping. This boy really loves black cock as much as he knows how to handle it!

His eyes fluttered up to meet mine and out of them I could perceive astonishment and some sort of triumphant twinkle like that of someone who has finally tackled a mammoth task he has been cowering from for ages. Then... he did it again! He tongued my wet tip for a couple of seconds before swallowing all of my cock again to another choky muffled moan and remained. I gasped out an echo of the thunderous clap of excruciating ecstasy that hopelessly consumed me with my offended balls seething out another protest that they could hardly take the boy's offensively provocative shenanigans and were almost on the edge of exploding out their consummative fury.

My hands instinctively slithered through his ruffled damp mane and stopped at the back of his head where, as the boy had withdrawn almost half of my spit-lubricated rock-hard pole out of his mouth, I pushed back his head down until all the withdrawn inches were plunged back into his doomed mouth. I had been consumed by a dangerous fit of wild desire that I couldn't help usurp the command of the moment from the boy and use him as much as the infuriated beast in me needed. My reason had been so impaired by desire that I couldn't care that my cock was too big for his little mouth not to be used without due caution as I couldn't bear a moment of it being relieved from the brutally mesmerizing wet snuggle of his hot mouth. However, a little part of my reasoning was still intact enough to realize that the boy needed to at least catch some breath and I loosened up my grip on the back of his head to which he breathily withdrew his burdened lips from my raging cock but I couldn't allow anything more than half of my greedy thing to be deprived of the indulgence of his hot mouth for a moment and I pushed back his head again and the boy's mouth was again overbearingly stuffed with every bit of black inch and fury he had provoked. He deserved every little bit of abuse he was getting! This time he neither choked nor produce any sound befitting my terroristic takeover of command but I could tell the boy was enduring it from the way his little hands desperately tightened their grip on my hips. He obviously had realized that his moment of dominance had hopelessly ran out out and it was now my turn to use him as much as the beast in me desired.

For like six times, I continued shoving down his head into my cock until I was literally fucking his mouth up and down my cock with him taking it quietly with defeated muffled moans and, during the worst attacks, a choke. I growled and groaned as I dominated the boy into appeasing the beast he had wounded out of its senses by his audacious naughtiness to which my body was ablaze with the best feelings I had ever experienced. My neighbourly goodwill had paid off in the most special way I could have ever imagined!

"Oh my fuckin'...", I roared before every other thing that had to render my gush complete trailed off into a growl as I shot out my first load deep into the boy's throat with my hands freezing tight against the back of his head to which every inch of my cock remained buried inside the boy's mouth as more loads continued to gush out into his abused throat amidst my deep groans and the boy's burdened moans. He had to swallow every bit of it like a little brave nasty brute he had proven himself to be!

And, with his eyes fluttered up wide open into my face, he did swallow everything spouted into him in feeble moans. Did he have any other choice?

Finally, after I had squeezed out the last squirt down his throat; I released his head with a deep satiated breath to which he readily withdrew his mouth from my cock with a defeated gasp until, for the first time since the very first moment his mouth met my cock, the entire length was released to its deserved freedom. What more was there for it to do inside the boy's mouth when it had just offloaded and exhausted every little bit of its fury therein?

However, the boy apparently hadn't exhausted his own rage and I realized it when, with a gasp from my released cock, his hand dropped off my hip to land on his cock stiffly hovering over the floor. It was still just as hard as the very first time my eyes had collided with it. I remained planted over his little gasping naked self as I watched down on his little fingers comfortably engulf his boyishly majestic cock.

I smiled into him jerking himself to the smoldering hot mischief as his eyes, with stony focus, remained glued to the jerky commotion he was executing. He moaned out some sort of groan almost a minute into his jerking and I chuckled up my exhortation that his little filthy efforts were just a few strokes from paying off to which the boy, with his busy hand amping up its action up and down his cock, looked up into my face. The sight of his little pretty face after he had just swallowed every drop of my cum without any complaint and beautiful rosy lips knowing very well what they had just been doing with my cock was a huge turn on and my cock started throbbing back to life. This boy!

One of my hand pounced back on his head for only one reason: I knew that the boy was just about to shift back his eyes down to his busy hand and I couldn't have any of that. I wanted to continue looking into those beautiful eyes and face and to achieve that I grabbed a sizable tuft of hair at the back of his head and secured his face into a steady tilt towards my marauding eyes. My cock throbbed harder and harder as I continued gulping in the boy-beauty I had just fooled around with imagining how that little face could look like if he was taking my huge black cock through the other hole. Oh, boy! Those filthy thoughts sent my lust surging back into a craving for more of the boy but before I could do anything about it, I felt my remaining hip getting released before my cock received the reason for the release in form of another grab to which it twitched out a string of throbby pulses until it was fully bricked-up for whatever the boy wanted to make out of it. He didn't stroke anything else other than his dick which was still grovelling under a spirited jerking as his other hand remained wrapped around my cock in a loose grab.

"Aaaah...", all of a sudden, he sizzled with his face taking on a pitiful look of painful ecstasy forcing my eyes off his spellbinding beauty only to land on a twitching white cock shooting out ropes of thick boycum amidst a steady conclusive stroking. My cock twitched out a rock-hard shudder at what its lesser kind had just yielded out of the relentless stroking it had been submitting under for the last five minutes or so, the same stroking it was most probably bound to receive as much as the pulsating wrap it was presently snuggled under was suggesting.

I watched ropes of milky juice shoot out of his cock amidst groans from the boy until they subsided into exhaustive feeble squirts before everything dried up to a few lazy vain strokes. My eyes shifted back to the boy's face just as I felt his frozen laborious grab around my cock loosen up to a gentle stroking through which he smiled weakly up into my face with an expression of exhausted satisfaction to which I couldn't help bend to place on those sweet lips a complimentary kiss: the boy had valiantly handled two cocks and milked them dry and here he was trying to work out some more stroky magic on my cock to trigger a desserty shot to this little wicked consummated banquet. Our smiles merged up into a moany wet smack before I straightened up to continue feasting on the beautiful sight of his perfect face while I gave him enough time to do whatever he wanted with my reinvigorated cock.

We smiled into each other's face as the boy started to stroke my cock harder and, combined with the amount of intoxicating boy-beauty my dazzled eyes were sucking in, it was so hot that another bout of orgasm pounced on me. With a little naughty idea to make this moment more special popping into my fogged mind, I closed in my captured crotch to his face and trembled out a groan as I shot my second load into his face. I watched with a valiant smirk as ropes of cum smeared up the boy's humbled face into a solid declaration that he was now officially mine.

With the last drop landing on his thin brow, I released his head to a confession, "Phew! Boy, this was so hot!" to which he released a knowing soft chuckle as he also released my painfully drained cock: two good loads in a space of minutes with not even a single drop of both going to waste as the boy had received every drop of it -- the bigger load he had swallowed and with the other painted his little beautiful face. Yeah, what better way(without splitting him into two with my big thing) could I have shown the boy who really was boss!

Just as the boy was rising from his kneeling position through which he had earned himself a double dose of wet protein, my heart twanged out a panic at the sound of a car droning outside. Our eyes rammed into each other in mutual concession that trouble was just a few minutes away if we didn't quickly cover up our devilry as quickly as possible. No word was spoken. Just loud action as I tremblingly pulled up my pants while the boy picked up his towel before bolting out of the bathroom just as naked as he was. As soon as I had zipped in my overworked tool, I pounced on my toolbox and made for the kitchen where I pretended to be doing the final touches to my thoroughly executed job while very familiar voices became louder and louder until I heard the front door opening to a shrilly call:

"Vinny, come help your father carry some things from the car!"

"Coming!" the boy called back from his room.

Just then, I carried my toolbox and emerged from the kitchen where I met Mrs Klaus approaching.

"Ah, Mr Dunlop! You have come", the woman beamed out a surprised blurt to which I chuckled out the cunning side of me:

"Hi, Mrs Klaus... Yeah, a promise is a credit."

It was on that tricky note that the events of that late morning wound up to Tony thanking me for my kindness as I entered the livingroom where he had already plopped his flabby self into the same couch he had sat the last time I was in the house. Tony rhetorically asked if I had already met Vinny and before I could answer, the boy walked in from his room with an innocent air of a child who had been a good boy while his parents were away. Tony formally introduced the boy as his son he had told me about with the boy smiling innocently in a strikingly unsuspecting way before he strutted his naughty self out of the front door to execute his mother's instruction. The boy was really a little filthy hypocritic genius!

Mrs Klaus offered me something to eat and I turned down the offer with an excuse that I had already been on my way when they came in and I had some important things to do back at my house. They bought it and with a lot of thanks being hurled into my way out of the house, I popped out of the front door with a sigh of relief. That was close!

As I made out of the compound, my searching eyes picked Vinny in the parking space taking things out of the boot of his parents' car. He turned and our eyes met over the paltry bushy shrubs and I could see a quick knowing smile dawning out of his face to which I also smiled with a twitch behind my zipper echoing out of the fresh memories of how we had just defiled the innocent morning and the thought that the boy smiling into my departure now carried my load inside his stomach turned the twitch into a traumatic throb. The message was clear: both parties involved had enjoyed every bit of what had happened with the younger party being safely nineteen... there was nothing to regret.

That's how I got to know my new neighbour's son, Vinny and I knew him a little bit more than expected for the first time.