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Neighborly Developments

FrenchieFry

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Hi, this is my first story and it describes a dream of mine that I wanted to share it with the JUB community. I look forward to criticism that you might have and I strongly encourage everyone who reads it to comment even if you don't like it. I will be continuing the story, and I have the second chapter completed and the third is a work in progress. I hope you enjoy and thanks in advance for reading.

Frenchiefry

Neighborly Developments​

Let me get into a little background information about me when I was growing up, I’m Denis and I was just your average gay eighteen year old in my senior year in high school hiding the fact I was gay from everyone in my life. I was 5’6 with short blonde hair and blue eyes that everyone remarked resembled the ocean and all her beauty. I wasn’t a jock and I wasn’t a nerd but I had friends on both side of this spectrum and was fine not being defined into one of these two categories. I worked hard getting a tan at the nearby beach and working out at the local gym because I always wanted to look my best. The girls always tried getting close to me but I would just tease them and hope they never caught on that I was gay. Anyone who was thought to be gay in my town was labelled as an outcast and I knew I couldn’t possibly handle that so I would stay in the closet until I graduated and was on my way to college. Well at least that was my plan but as I soon found out that was going to be really difficult.

When I first moved into this cozy little town, about ten years ago, I quickly became friends with my neighbor’s youngest son Tyler who was about a year older than me. We had our innocent fun shortly after becoming nearly inseparable and best friends but I was never really interested in him or people my age. Time went by and our innocent fun became something we never talked about never even hinted of, he started dating and in junior high school we realized it was best to keep that part of our friendship secret from the world.

I hated this I knew I was gay from a young age, everyone always joked that I was gay and I hid it well but damn were they right. I always had the biggest crush on Tyler’s father Christopher but I could never fulfill any of my dreams of getting to his long Italian dick or his perfect ass that I had never had seen but was an illustration created by my young imagination. He was about 38 and had dark brown hair and hazel eyes, 6’2 with chest hair that would escape his collared shirts, when they weren’t buttoned up all the way, when he would come home from a long day at work. I would often catch myself staring at him getting out of his car and walking into the house as Tyler and I played basketball on the hoop that he set up for us the year before. He was the manager of a local construction company and had been employed there since college; working his way up the company ladder and you can definitely tell by his physique he worked hard to get to where he was now. My fantasies were always kept in my head because of my relationship with his son and I couldn’t tell anyone about these fantasies because the one person I possible could confide in was his son.

As we got older I still had these feelings for him and he began to be more reckless around us because we could handle it. I would stay over at his house and he would tell us stories about when he was a kid and gave us beer. The third time I slept over it started getting interesting. He told us a story about sneaking beer into the movie theater when he was a teenager and was drinking along with the story. Fortunately for me it was an incredibly hot day for the spring and they didn’t have their air conditioners in yet so he started unbuttoning his shirt. I was in heaven as he continued on with the story soon taking of his shirt. Thus revealing the chest I had only dreamed of, it was covered a wonderful treasure trail into his pants and beneath his briefs. If only I were home or had a camera to take a picture of this Kodak moment.

This was only the first of many our moments, the next one I believed that I was more in control of though. It was a sunny day in the middle of the summer and Christopher was mowing his lawn, I was hanging out inside playing with Tyler and noticed he was almost done. Knowing that he always takes a shower after mowing the lawn I decided to intercept him in the bathroom. The bathroom connects to the hallway and to his room. He walked into his room to get clothes to change into and took his dirty clothes off put them in the laundry shoot and put his robe on. I walked into the bathroom right before he did and turned around to see him trying to tie his robe before I saw his pride and joy. It was about six inches soft and covered in hair. He was embarrassed and I acted like it and quickly got out of the bathroom not mentioning anything about it to Tyler.

It was about a month after our meeting in the bathroom and I was sleeping over again. I went back home real quick to grab another controller and saw Christopher sleeping on the couch in only his white briefs. I quickly covered my mouth not to wake him and ran to my house got my controller and had the camera on my phone ready. I quietly walked back into the house looked over at the couch where he had been sleeping to find him gone. I stood there for a bit to gather myself after thinking I lost my opportunity to see him but sure enough, Christopher walked into the room wearing just his briefs. I could see the outline of his cock and his muscular legs but was trying not to stare at him while I was taking my shoes off. He said something to me I nodded and ran up the stairs to continue playing with Tyler. I wanted so much to go back to my house and beat off to my recent visions of Christopher but I thought I’d save it for later that night. But Tyler ruined my plan by telling me to sleep over. I guess it was a win, win situation if I went home I would be able to beat off but if I stayed I would probably get another story from his father, giving me some more time to stare at him and maybe he would still be in his underwear.

I wasn’t expecting what actually happened that night though. Tyler fell asleep after the first story but I was still wide awake and so was Christopher he asked me if I wanted to hear another story I agreed because I could stare at him for another half hour but this was a story about how he and his older brother used to make out, give each other blowjobs, and even one time have sex. I don’t know how he knew I was gay or why he was telling me this but he promised to keep my secret safe if I kept his. We started making out and he started caressing my ass, as I felt him up, but thought it was too risky to continue doing this because his wife was home and Tyler might come looking for me. We decided to continue this another time and I thought I should get to bed. My cock was aching for a beating but it wasn’t the time, seen as how I had to get up early in the morning the next day, or the place.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of Tyler playing a video game and my eyes tried to focus on the T.V. but then were drawn to the fresh Boston Crème doughnut that Tyler was eating. I asked if there were anymore and then went downstairs to get one. Christopher as in the kitchen eating one as I went to go grab one from the box but as my hand hit the box Christopher’s did as well, his other hand softly squeezing my ass. As he winked at me he said that he got one just for me and it had green sprinkles on it, knowing green was my favorite color. It made me feel like he cared about me and it really turned me on. I don’t know what it was about him but I felt like we had a real connection and that sooner or later we would find a way to be together at least once since I was over his house almost every day.

A few days later Tyler invited me over his house, like any other day but said he could only hang out for a little while since he and his mom had to go out shopping for clothes. I said yes knowing that there would be some time afterward alone with Christopher since he had always hated the mall. I saw him setting up a ladder and we created a little small before I walked into their house. I played it cool on the outside but was so incredibly anxious wondering what was going to happen and was hoping that Tyler and his mom would leave soon and after about an hour the time was finally about to come. Tyler’s mother came up and told him to get ready to leave she asked me if I wanted to go with them but declined. Christopher walked in the house and asked me if I could help him with something outside real quick since Tyler was about to leave, Tyler and his mother thought nothing of it and left within a few minute. We were standing in the backyard just talking; he asked if I wanted this I said I was really looking forward to it. We waited a few minutes before going back inside.

We went upstairs and into his room, there was the king sized bed that I always imagined him beating off on in my dreams and there was a walk in closet that I would always be hiding in during these dreams. Knowing we only had about 2 hours, since the mall was only about 15 minutes away, we started right after setting the alarm to warn us before Christopher’s family was suppose to be back. He stripped me, first taking of my shirt, exposing my tiny nipples and the six-pack that I had worked so hard on, then took off my cargo shorts and I was on his bed in nothing but my blue and black striped boxers. I had a raging hard on trying to hold it back with all of my might, making sure I didn’t ruin this wonderful moment. We made out for a few moments before I started taking off his t-shirt, which he was wearing while working out in the hot summer sun, and could smell his manly aroma. He lay on top of me for a few more minutes and we continued to make out. I started stroking his cock through his torn jeans that he always wears when working outside, I could feel him getting bigger and I couldn’t wait to get him out of his pants. I ripped his pants off of him and got him in those beautiful briefs that I had seen him sleeping in only a few days earlier.

Finally it was just the two of us lying in his bed wearing nothing but our underwear, I couldn’t believe it I was about to fulfill one of my wildest dreams that I thought had the least percentage of happening I’m about to have sex with my best friend’s father. Christopher let his cock free of his constricting briefs and I began to suck on it. It was the best feeling as his pubes brushed against my face. The smell of his balls and the rest of his manhood after working outside all day was completely incredible. I licked his balls and the shaft till the pre-cum was oozing out of him. His ten inch cock was even better than in my dreams. If only I could put this moment on rewind and live this forever. I could sense that he was about to explode and within a few seconds he flipped me over onto my stomach and slowly pushed his fat cock into my virgin ass. He repeatedly jammed his cock into my ass; I let of a scream because it felt so good. He started going faster and faster until I could feel him explode in my ass. He then began to eat it out of my ass; I’m not quite sure what was better feeling his tongue inside of me or the feel of his mustache and goatee against the tender skin on my ass. Once he got most of his semen out of my ass and then he wanted some of mine. It didn’t take as long as I would have wished but I finally came in his mouth. I grabbed onto his hard muscular body right after I came wishing we could lie there forever. After that we just relaxed on the bed enjoying each other’s company and wishing this didn’t have to end. The alarm went off letting us know that it was almost two hours later and I put my clothes on and walked out. He said he wanted to do this again, but I thought it was probably unlikely, and just nodded.

Later that night I was on my computer but all I could think about was him, until I was broken from my daze by my speakers screaming “You’ve Got Mail.” I opened the document to see pictures of Christopher stripping, he said that he really cared about me but he wasn’t gay and if we couldn’t get back together anytime soon he thought the pictures would make up for it for now. It’s not the same as the real thing but it’s much better than nothing I thought. Then shortly after this I got an email from another address only to see pictures of me and Christopher having sex. The writer said that he was intrigued by what he had seen and would keep our secret safe, but I wasn’t sure. I quickly told Christopher what had happened and we were both very intrigued but frightened that our good names might be tarnished by this mysterious man.

To Be Continued
 
Frenchie Fry:
First and Foremost - a commendable first effort. You put a lot of work into this story and it shows. You planned the sequence of events, brought a LOT of detail into the telling. Oh, yeah. By the way -- it's pretty Hot, too! ..|

You also asked for constructive feedback to help you improve --
My first suggestion is that you take some time to read the thread started by Tantiboh Titled Writing Tips. This covers a lot of the basics, in no particular order. Guest contributors include Tantiboh who, in addition to being a polished author here at JUB is also a professionally published author in the Real World. It is supported by contributions from people like Autolycus, the gentle moderator and human spell/grammar checker found 'tlc'ing stories in this forum; HardReader, another author of extremely hot, cum filled adventure here at JUB and, Neil, aka GSDX, who has written tomes here at JUB.

Some specific observations on your initial writing, above:
Don't feel obligated to maintain long, expansive, compound sentences. It's OK to keep them to simple declaratives; you don't have to try and be a master of the use of comma, colon, and semi-colon. I've just used commas and semi-colons properly, to give you a tangible example of their respective uses --
commas are used for listing items in a series, or setting off subordinate clauses -- clauses that can be removed from a sentence in their entiretly and not detract from the sentence meaning or integrity.

Semi-colons are used primarily to separate related Independent clauses. In other words, you could replace a semi-colon with a period and have two, perfectly valid, COMPLETE sentences. The second use of semi-colons is a somewhat special case one -- it is used as the separator when you have a list of series -- e.g. There are several different sequencing techniques, such as a,b,c; 1,2,3,4,5,6; n, n-1, n-2; 1,2,3,5,7,11; etc.

You did use double spacing between paragraphs, which is a great help.
Your sentences were long and "intriguingly"(read: sometimes incorrectly) subdivided, but they tend to make the reader want to read the "whole" sentence without breathing - which is stupid on my part - that's what punctuation is all about. Anyway, KISS - not always as cruelly put as Ray Kroc in Big Mac, The Story of McDonald's. Keep It Simple and Small.

Take your time to re-read your work - a few times. Put it aside for a day or two, then go back and read it when you haven't been sweating over your labor of love, and can use your Proof Reader mode to look at each word, comma, period, semi-colon, and any other piece of punctuation that IS and IS NOT there.

You'd be surprised how many words aren't there in the light of day, when you KNOW ABSOLUTELY it was there last night. You SAW it. It WAS there - Poof! a phantom neural impulse. It needs to be there, but it never made it from your cranium to your fingers onto the electronic page. Conversely, you will find words appearing at random - extraneous duplicates that merge in a stereoscopic blur in your mind into one instance, not the two actually presenting.

You don't have a lot of these, and your use of the language is fairly sound. You've already mastered some of the more sanguine oopses - than vs. then and such. Break your sentences down into simpler statements. It will be easier for you to craft your tale, and easier for your readers to follow you and become involved.

I sincerely look forward to your future installments. I know that there's a lot of story waiting to be told, and I look forward to reading them.

Thank you for putting so much of your time and energy into building something that you want to share with us. I hope that my general critique helps you develop your craft. You have a lot of potential; I hope I helped you unlock it.

..| :=D: :wave:
 
Frenchy Fry,
I have to let you know, your invitation to critically assess your writing turned out to be my 300th post - officially advancing my JUB Rank from Slut to Porn Star! (*8*)
 
Thanks, DonQuixote for the input and I'm definitely taking it into consideration in the future stories i write. The second chapter will be up soon.

P.S. congrats on the 300 posts.
 
Here's the second chapter to my Neighborly Developments story i hope all of you like it, remember i enjoy comments and any criticism you might have.

Chapter 2​

Let me get into a little background information about me , I’m Denis and I was just your average 18 year old gay teen in my senior year in high school hiding the fact I was gay from everyone in my life. But that is where my story changes, I was being blackmailed by some one in my neighborhood for having an affair with my best friend’s father. I couldn’t forget the sites, the sounds, the way it felt and then getting evidence of this wonderful affair shoved in my face by someone who wanted nothing but to profit from my wonderful experience. I dreamed of the events that took place in Christopher’s bedroom and my dreams turned into nightmares as both of our reputations were dragged through the mud. Our reputations ruined by a mysterious man in our quiet neighborhood.

My alarm rang, wakening me from my torturous slumber, drenched in sweat, I ran downstairs for a quick shower. I was running late, and I ran through the house in a mad rush before getting in my car to drive to school. When I got outside I saw one of the prime suspects, I thought, to be the mysterious man from the email. It was one of my other neighbors, his name was Todd. But, he couldn’t have been more lustful if I created him myself. He was a mechanic and he was working on his black 1963 Corvette, as I began backing out of my driveway. He gestured in my direction but I pretended not to see his amazing body, his pale Irish skin gently covered by freckles, his perfectly round ass, his green eyes and the reminisce of the red hair that he gets shaved off before you can even tell its there. I felt dirty just looking at him, thinking he could ruin my life and the man of my dreams’ as well.

I basically day dreamed through that day of school like any other Friday. Mainly of Christopher and Todd, however disgusted I felt about him, they were both incredibly hot men. A dream of the two of them having sex and sucking each other off was soon ended by my teacher Mr. Williams, who thought it would be humorous to call on me since I had been paying complete attention during class. The final bell rang sending me home. When I got home I immediately noticed Todd still working on his car wearing nothing but a pair of beige overalls and work boots. You could easily see his bulging arms and chest in the overalls and this was the only outfit thing he wore besides a suit when he went in to the city to do his actual job as a stock broker. No matter which outfit this bachelor was wearing, he looked incredible.

I thought I should try to find out if Todd was the man that had blackmailed me and I started talking to him more and more. The next week he invited me to go for a ride with him in his Corvette and got to know him better. He was in a long relationship with his high school sweet heart but broke up with her before moving next door last year. He seemed like an average guy but I was too busy staring at his bulge in those beige overalls to pay attention to every word he said. I kept thinking there is no way this was the person who was blackmailing Christopher and I to ruin our reputations, then I had a thought I hadn’t before maybe he was the one who was blackmailing us but he wanted to join us, if only he was interested. A three-some with these two men would be like heaven, their muscles bulging and both of them fucking me. This vision was broken only by my favorite song coming on to the radio; we both started singing it and then laughed in unison. He asked me if I wanted to help him work on the car the next day and of course I said yes, who wouldn’t if they got to see this hot man sweating, covered in grease, and wearing nothing but overalls.

I stayed up all night thinking about him, his long light white cock and red pubes going in my mouth and then my tight ass that hasn’t been penetrated since the time with Christopher. But Todd’s cock was thicker and widened my ass even more, sending shivers up my spine. It was three before I finally passed out which didn’t make waking up at 9 to work on the car much fun. But, I woke up with a raging hard on and knew it would be best to beat off before going. It was an ugly, overcast, Sunday at the end of the month and I was ready to go work on the Corvette with Todd. I noticed him outside so I got dressed and put on some old gym shorts and a plain white T-shirt. We greeted each other and then got to work. I really wanted to figure out if he was the person who was blackmailing me but I couldn’t find the correct way to ask. I didn’t take to much time to think about it since I knew the right time would come along and plus I was too busy checking him out as he was lying down on his back under the car. I could see his bulge through his overalls and the only thing I was thinking of was getting him out of his pants and getting him off. As he barked commands, I would go over to a wall that housed almost ever tool you could think off and then bring it back to him. He knew I was more than capable of working under the car but he didn’t trust anyone with his ride. I wheeled another dolly under the car to lie on, and laid there fascinated by the underside of the ride.

During this whole time we had been keeping some small talk going and we got on the topic of girl friends again. Todd asked why he never saw any girls coming over my house or leaving late at night like when he was young. I didn’t know how to answer but what caught me off guard was what he said next. He said he was at least bi-curious and that he was the one who emailed me the pictures of Christopher and me. He told me that he didn’t want Christopher and me to worry about our secret, that it was safe with him. He said he never told anyone because he knew how the town was on the topic of homosexuality and that’s not what a young bachelor needs. All of a sudden the overcast sky turned incredibly dark and it started pouring. Todd quickly backed the Corvette into his two car garage and I ran in the garage as well. In the 5 seconds I was outside my T-shirt got completely soaked. I took my shirt off, exposing my recently hardened nipples and my rippling six-pack, then wrung out my shirt and it seemed like a gallon of water dripped out of it as Todd and I started cracking up. As he laughed I could see his pecks dancing up and down, this turned me on so much and I realized maybe wearing gym shorts probably wasn’t the best thing to wear around this hunk. We went into the main part of his house past a home gym and the laundry room. Todd threw my shirt in the dryer with some of his clothes that he had just taken out of the washer and moved on into the kitchen until we stopped in the living room, sat down and Todd turned on some football.

Todd’s next move was one I was definitely not expecting. He said he had to take a piss and before he left the room he took of his overalls and wasn’t wearing anything under them. As he entered the bathroom I could see his tight and muscular ass taunting me before he closed the door. He came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but his work boots and his dick was swaying back and forth as he took steps toward me. My gym shorts began to tent and he asked if I liked what I saw. I didn’t know exactly what to say but he took it as a yes as he pushed me back into the couch and pulled off my shorts and boxers. He kneeled in front of me and began sucking on my semi-erect cock. He said this was his first time with another man and he didn’t know if he was going to be any good at it. He was fine, nothing special, but he was hot as hell so I wasn’t in the position to criticize him. He licked the base of my cock and my balls and continued to tease me before I exploded all over his face. I lasted longer than with Christopher, this gave me a little joy, but I think Todd expected me to last a bit longer. He licked my semen off of his face and the bit that he missed I licked off before starting to make out with him. He told me his hand was no longer good enough and shoved my face into his crotch. My face was buried in his luscious red pubes that I had imagined only the night before. His cock was almost as big as I had imagined it and it wasn’t cut. Knowing he had never been with a guy before I wanted to make sure that I gave him the best blow jobs he had ever had. Just to make sure he wouldn’t want to go back to girls, but his cock was aching so much and he was tired of me teasing him so he decided to spear my nearly virgin ass with his thick cock. He did this by lifting me up and then letting me rest on his muscular hips as his cock pierced my ass. Up and down he slammed his cock deep into my rectum until he came. I could feel the amazing rush of his semen into my ass. We fell back onto the couch, both of us speechless. Then I heard a ringing coming from the overall’s that Todd had taken off before going to the bathroom about an hour ago. Todd cursed as he went to go answer the phone, he sounded disappointed and I went to go get my shirt out of the dryer. I got back into the living room and Todd was walking out of his room wearing a sleek black suit and an eye popping blue tie, he said he had to go into the city, but I was more then welcome to stay at his place till he got back and there was some beer in the fridge. I declined and we both left.

The rain had stopped only minutes earlier, and then it dawned on me that I had completely forgotten about telling Christopher that Todd was the one who had been blackmailing us and that our secret is now completely safe. I went over to Tyler’s house and Christopher answered. He said no one was home, so he quickly threw me into his house. I tried to explain the recent developments but his kisses wouldn’t let up. This was the first time that we had been alone since our time in his bedroom. By the time that I had gotten the whole story out he was already shoving his cock into my ass. He was kind of disappointed that he wasn’t the only one who is fucking me but he was thrilled that we no longer had to be frightened of what could have happened. He was even more turned on than the first time we had sex, and I didn’t think this was possible. Although we had to hurry this meeting we both agreed this was just as good as the first time and wanted to get back together for another amazing time. I asked him if he was interested in getting Todd in on the action and Christopher said he was very interested in this if it was OK with Todd. I told Christopher that I would make sure to ask Todd the next time I saw him and then I was on my way home.

I was so excited about this, it would be an amazing threesome with the Christopher the older but completely sexy and man of my dreams and Todd the young kinky red head, both of which I had just had sex with. I felt as if I couldn’t possibly wait, my heart was racing and my mind was speeding through thoughts. I was in a new paradise that I could never have expected possible. I imagined Todd in the pictures Christopher had sent me from the first time we had sex and the images of sex I had with both of them only a few hours ago. My life was sweet and my secret and the ones of the two men I loved were completely safe. There was nothing that could ruin this moment. But then I thought what could possibly make it better?

To Be Continued
 
Neighborly Developments Chapter 3

Part 3 of my story.:gogirl:
Sorry it took so ridiculously long but it didn't turn out how I expected it to and it was kind of freaking me out. But I hope you like it. Again, sorry for taking so long, I think there is one more part to this story or at least that's what I see in it now.
I LOVE criticism so please criticize away.

Chapter 3​

Let me get into a little background information about me, I’m Denis and I was just your average 18 year old gay teen in my senior year in high school hiding the fact I was gay from everyone in my life. I went through being blackmailed by one neighbor because I was involved in an affair with my best friend’s father to being fucked by both of them. What else could possibly happen in my life?

It was the middle of the school year and my senior year couldn’t possibly be taking any longer. It’s not like I was doing any work but having to show up to school every day was really a turn off. I had recently noticed that someone finally moved into the house next to mine but I never saw my new neighbors. All I knew was that their last name was MacMillan. But all of this was about to change. I hadn’t had any time alone with either Christopher or Todd in a few months. I was still getting off to the feeling of having them fucking me but I wanted something more or something new.

I started the second semester of my senior year with the usual joke math, English, history, physics, gym and Italian classes but my councilor threw me a curve ball when she signed me up for a Sports Marketing class. I looked for the room number and who the teacher was and to my surprise it was a name that I had remembered. I read the name out loud, MacMillan. I couldn’t wait till the final period of the day to see my new neighbor and teacher. I was the first one to arrive to class and the second I looked up at him, my jaw dropped to the floor.

There he was standing at the front of the class behind a podium that was right next to his desk. He was about 6 foot 2 inches and 200 pounds. His muscles rippled through his solid blue collard shirt with a white collar and cuffs. He was wearing black slacks and black loafers. He has short light blonde hair that almost looked golden when the sun hit it and majestic blue eyes. His golden colored hair was also visible on his arms because his sleeves were rolled up and his chest hair escaped his shirt since the top button was no longer buttoned. I gathered myself and sat in the front of the class directly in front of the podium that he was standing at. I introduced myself as my classmates entered the room, most of them making it just before the bell wrung. The first thing that he said was that he wouldn’t accept tardiness and the second was that was basically his only rule for the class other than being respectful. We then went on to talk about the recent events in the sports world. I stayed after to help gather the papers that he handed out throughout the class period and also to get to know what he was all about.

I said that I was his neighbor and complimented him on his physique. He said that he had been teaching for 12 years in a different school and didn’t know anyone from this neighborhood. He then started talking about how he goes into school early to go to the gym and was the new baseball coach and this is the reason he has always been in such good shape. He then offered me a ride home because I had stayed after to help him and it wasn’t out of his way. I accepted the offer and tried to hid the hard on that was nearly showing through my loose fitting athletic pants. But this was seemingly impossible when I sat into his car and looked in the back seat to see a gym bag, with his jock-strap hanging out, that he had just thrown in the car. On the way to my house we began talking and I learned that he was recently divorced and that is why he moved and left his old job because his ex-wife was the principal there.

Although he was seemingly inaccessible, when I got home I had to beat my raging hard on thinking of him wearing nothing but the jock-strap that I had seen in his bag. But then I realized I didn’t even know what size of a dick that I could expect from him because I was too busy staring at his chiseled features and golden hair. Imagining his massive pecs and enormous biceps was enough to get me hard. I kept looking out of my bedroom window hoping to catch a glimpse of Mr. MacMillan. To my disappointment he never came out back but I would see him the next day. I couldn’t wait.

I suffered through school until the final period of the day and practically ran to Mr. MacMillan’s class. As I entered the door I could see Mr. MacMillan adjusting his crotch and then the huge bulge in his pants twitched. The bulge in his pants was just what I was expecting and before I was caught staring I decided to look away. Mr. MacMillan then looked up and quickly turned his chair so he was facing the class instead of the open doorway. He greeted me and the other students as they walked in the door and class started. We started taking notes and when I finished I started spinning my pencil, doing a trick called a thumbaround, and after the third spin it fell off of my thumb and onto the floor. I muttered something under my breath and was about to get up to get my pencil. Then Mr. MacMillan came over bent over right in front of my and his ass was practically in my face. I wanted to reach out and grab his tight muscular ass, and rip his pants off. My fantasy was ended by him placing my pencil on my desk and winking at me. After a period of staring at him, pretending to read articles about the contracts and taking notes, the final bell rang and the rest of the students left the room. I went around and collected the papers while he went to the bathroom, and this soon became the normal routine for us and we began being really good friends, and finally insisted on me calling him John outside of school. But I couldn’t only be friends with him I wanted more and he was the man in my dreams for 3 straight months.

It started like every other day of school, it took too long and I couldn’t wait for Mr. MacMillan’s class. Every opportunity to see him was amazing, I was the first one in class and he was in the back getting out some papers from the closet in the back and on the floor was the same gym bag that I had seen in the back of his car. I turned around and had my arm hanging off my desk to the one side that he was about to pass to, and as he passed his large crotch rubbed up against my arm. It seemed like the moment lasted forever and then he quickly said sorry as if he had done something wrong and I replied that it was no problem. He kind of looked at me funny, but then my classmates started pouring in and he looked away.

After class ended we went through the normal routine, but that day I had to go to the bathroom, so I finished collecting the papers and headed to the bathroom. Mr. MacMillan was outside the bathroom talking to one of the other teachers, Mr. Roberts the second year football coach who was a star football and baseball player, and then Mr. MacMillan walked in about 10 seconds after me. I took the middle urinal of the three and John walked up to the urinal to the left of me and unzipped the fly to his black trousers and his thick veiny cock flopped out of his black boxers. As he started peeing I tried not to stare at his full bush of golden pubic hair above his huge cock. He let out a kind of moan in the middle of his piss and I was wishing I could take a picture or freeze time and just admire his amazing body. We both finished about the same time and he started some small talk was we washed our hands. Our conversation lasted the drive home and we got out of his car and said our goodbyes. The more time I spent with him the hotter he became, it seemed nearly impossible that he could get any hotter and he kept giving me new things to beat off to.

Finally it was Friday and it seemed to be going by very fast, for once, and I walked in to Mr. MacMillan’s class and asked him if he say the last Laker game and said he couldn’t believe it. He came in front of my desk and put his left foot on the bar in front of my desk and continued talking. His cock was hard and it was being squeezed by the fabric of his pants and his huge thighs, creating a snake like bulge half way down his thigh. I instantly became hard and shoved my hands in my pockets to discretely re-adjust myself. I wasn’t exactly sure if he knew I was staring at him but as other students began to walk in he turned around and was standing behind his podium, as the bell rang. We finished taking the few notes that we had today and I was still really hard, so I decided to “go to the bathroom.” I quickly blew my load into the toilet. I wasn’t really concerned about another student walking in on me because no one actually went to the bathroom during school. When I got back from the bathroom the class was finishing reading the second handout of four. We finished reading all the handouts just in time for the bell to ring that it was finally the weekend. I started collecting the papers and John said that he had to go to the office to get something and after I was done collecting the papers to get his gym bag from the back closet and bring it to his car, to save time. I said that was fine and quickly collected and organized the four handouts and ran to the back closet. I unzipped it and reached in and pulled out his jock-strap. The sent of his sweat and his balls was amazing. I didn’t get to enjoy the whole experience because it felt like someone was watching me. So I put the jock-strap back in the bag and zipped it up. I looked down the hallway and saw Mr. Roberts all the way down the hall and came to the conclusion that no one had been watching me and quickly went to meet John at his car. He thanked me and asked if I could do another favor for him. The thoughts that went through my mind were crazy and all included him fucking me. But, I asked what he needed and he told me he was going to need some help planting some shrubs this weekend and asked if I could help. He offered to pay because I didn’t answer right away but I said it would be no problem as long as I didn’t have to do the homework for the weekend. He thought it was a fair deal and I just wanted to see him more.

It was the first weekend of spring and it was actually rather warm. I dressed myself in similar clothes to that of when I was working on Todd’s car, some old gym shorts and a T-shirt. I had my usual beat off to the sexy things about John and then walked into my backyard. I saw John already digging the first hole. He was wearing black Under Armour shorts, which really showed off his huge legs and tight ass and a black long sleeved T-shirt shirt. His muscles rippled through the shirt it almost looked like it was going to explode. I greeted him and he hoped that I was ready to get dirty. Again my mind was thinking other things but I said I was ready and he got another shovel for me. We planted the first bush quickly to how much we were actually paying attention. I’m a perfectionist and this created a few problems at first but we were working at a rather good pace. It was about 70 degrees and we were both working up quite a sweat, I stood up and stopped for a few seconds and John kept digging. He bent over and I was staring at his ass and could see the outline of his jockstrap underneath his pants. I was getting turned on and this wasn’t good because of the pants I was wearing. I flicked my erection up into my waistband and got back to work. Somehow we got onto a conversation about his wife and how she usually did the whole gardening thing and I mustered up the balls to ask what happened with his relationship. He didn’t really want to talk about it and gave some half ass excuse. Quickly changing the question on me asking why I didn’t have a girlfriend. I gave him the classic I don’t want to worry myself with a relationship in high school and that I never met someone that I would actually ask to be my girlfriend. He said relationships weren’t all they are cracked up to be and we finished planting the last bush. He then invited me in for a drink and some food.

As we walked in he started taking off his shirt but then turned to me and asked if I minded. I said of course not we’re both adults here; he laughed and practically ripped of his shirt. His pecs bounced up and down and the golden hair on his chest shimmered in the lights. He got two Gatorades out of his fridge and threw one at me. He thanked me for helping him and asked if I wanted anything to eat. I insisted that I was fine and we stood there talking for a few more minutes. He asked if I wanted to come in early and work out with him in the mornings. He said he worked out in the High School gym and that it was rather boring alone. He said he needed to take a shower because he had to go meet with his wife and continue to solidify the details of their divorce. I told him I knew the way out, although I wanted to stay there and watch him in the shower, I went home. This was good to; I got to beat off to the images of him without his shirt on and all sweaty as well as his perfectly formed ass and just the thought of working out with him. I couldn’t wait till Monday morning. He told me to be ready for 6:00 so we would have enough time to work out and then take a shower before class started. I nearly forgot that we would have to take a shower. I don’t know how this skipped my mind. I mean being in the shower with one of the hottest men I’ve ever met. I now knew this was going to be an adventure, trying to keep from getting hard while working out was going to be hard, but we were going to be in the high school shower together.

He picked me up I wish I could have woken up early enough to beat off before going with him, but I couldn’t wake up that early. I threw my bag in the back next to his and took a seat in his fully loaded black Cadillac STS and took a seat in the passenger’s seat. We arrived at school and my heart started pounding as we took our bags out of his car. He unlocked the door that led down to the baseball team’s locker room. I kept some small talk going as we started to change. He took his shirt off and pants off and he was standing there in nothing but his boxers. He hung up his clothes in the larger coach’s locker. I started to get changed and occasionally glanced over at him and then look away being careful not to get hard. His legs were lightly sprinkled with the same golden blonde hair as on his head and his chest. He pulled down his boxers and his dick was dangling soft and his perfect ass was just as I had imagined it. I thought he saw me staring so I continued to dress as he put on his jock-strap. I looked over when he was done and noticed that we were both wearing the school colors, navy blue with gray text.

We walked out of the locker room and into the weight room. This was the first time I was in it and it had equipment wall to wall and it was actually rather impressive. John said that this was part of the reason that he took the job as well as being able to be the coach of the varsity baseball team. We walked over to the first bench and began putting weights on the bar. John said he’d spot me and I lay down on the bench. I started doing my reps and as I looked up I could see up one of the legs of John’s pants. I then looked up at his eyes and then back up at the bulge in his pants. I could feel my crotch growing and finished my last rep. I stood up, probably too fast and my pants were tenting a little, and John told me to get more weight as he got on the bench. He did his reps and we started on the treadmill. About twenty minutes in to the work out I looked over at him and saw his crotch jumping up and down in his pants and his pecs doing a dance as well. His face was getting red and he was sweating. He looked amazing. I couldn’t wait to get in the showers. We hit the free weights, and then he bet me an “A” on the next quiz that he could do more pull-ups than me. He beat me but there weren’t any consequences for me not beating him, but I got to stare at him from behind and watch his huge arms flex as he pulled the weight of his body up. We had about forty five minutes before school started and he said we should probably hit the showers.

We walked back to our lockers and I watched as he took off his shirt and then slid his hands down his legs sliding catching the waste band with this thumbs and his pants fell to the floor. I mimicked his motions as he watched me and we both were standing there in nothing but our jock-straps. We each wrapped our towels around ourselves and then walked into a side room. It was the shower room and it was filled with a bunch of shower heads on the wall each separated by a low wall and drains in the floor. I had never been in a public shower before, kind of pictured it different, but I didn’t hesitate to go up to the shower next to John’s and turn it on. It was freezing, which was really a good thing now that I look back on it and I would frequently look over at John, he would look at me and I would quickly turn the other way until finally he asked if something was wrong, I was caught off guard and stammered out a “no.” I couldn’t believe that he just caught me staring at his crotch, I was embarrassed, I quickly finished showering and changed and went on my way to my first class. I kept playing it over in my mind, maybe I should have said something else, maybe he wanted me to say something else, maybe we could have sex. Wait, no, he’s straight.

So it was time for Mr. MacMillan’s class and I took my time getting there so there wouldn’t be an awkward silence, and I walked in with the rest of the class. I was embarrassed to even look at him and hardly talked all class, the bell wrung and I did my normal routine and he drove me home in silence. He asked if I needed any help studying for the test tomorrow since he could tell I hadn’t been paying attention in class, although I was hesitant we both knew I had to and I told my mother that I would be next-door. We sat down in his living room and he told me to get my notes out as he was going to go get changed.

I just kept thinking how I wish he weren’t straight and how perfect everything would be we already have a routine together, and anytime my parents would try to find me I could just say I was going over the notes or to study. This relationship was the biggest tease ever. I couldn’t stand it anymore, we’ve seen each other naked, but I wanted more. I was practically going crazy, I thought what if I just ran into his room while he was changing and made out with him. I kept telling myself he was straight, it played over and over again in my head but then something happened. I was going to go into his room, what was taking him so long anyways. I stopped outside his door, and thought this was my last chance to turn around. I could hear rustling sounds and we was breathing kind of heavy, or maybe that was me. I cracked the door open and saw him sitting on the foot of his bed mumbling something under his breath as he had his hand massaging his thick veiny dick. I couldn’t make out what he was saying but it seemed to be getting louder but I still couldn’t make it out. He reached down grabbed the jock-strap from his gym bag and his whole body seized as he blew his load all over his jock-strap. Then he put it on and proceeded to get dressed, I quickly got back into the living room.

John came back into the living room and said he was sorry for taking so long he had an important call with his wife. I said it was OK, and asked how things were going between the two of them; he completely avoided the question by saying we should get working on the notes but said he’d talk about it later. I continued to look up at him wearing an outfit similar to that of when we were gardening and was starting to have really wished I had walked in on him beating off. We worked through dinner and he said it was ok and he would make something for us to eat later and when we finished with the notes we started talking as he started working on dinner. It was nothing special but I found time to bring up his wife again, I wanted to know what was wrong with him that his wife had to get a divorce. He seemed really embarrassed at first and then he said he never told anyone what really happened before, but if I really wanted to know he would tell me. I thought maybe this would be something I could use to black mail him with, maybe get some action. He started off by saying working with his wife everyday was the biggest pain in the ass ever, and he couldn’t even check out the other teachers or even really get to know anyone because she was always around and wouldn’t allow him to do anything with out her, that’s why he started working out and coaching. He finally found time to get away from her and had a legitimate excuse. But something unexpected happened. He started treating people bad because he wasn’t happy and took most of his anger out on the star pitcher, if you could really call him that he only won 3 games but that’s all the team won that year anyways. But this worked as it pushed him to do better and he started working out in the morning with John. Then they’re relationship changed and one morning in the shower they started making out and then it became sexual and John continued to avoid his wife. He went on to explain that he isn’t gay but he enjoyed being in control of this boys life and he didn’t object to anything that was happening. But his fun came to a crashing halt when his wife found out about his sexual escapades with a student. She couldn’t get him fired because she still did love him but she was afraid someone would find out so after a year he agreed that it would be best for both of them to get out of teaching but then his wife got promoted to principal and she fired him. John went on to talk about the whole chain reaction and five years of torture that this brought on.

There was an awkward silence when his story was over, only because I was in disbelief and he didn’t know how I would react. Basically the same thing was happening between us that got him in trouble only a few years ago. He was about to say something then stopped. I leaned over to him, put my hand on his leg and told him that his secret was safe with me. He leaned into me and we started making out, our tongues danced as we swapped saliva. I quickly pulled back and said I couldn’t do this, it nearly messed up your life and it wasn’t appropriate. But this just led him on more like I expected and wanted it to as he forced me on to the couch and had complete control. Time went in slow motion as we again started making out and I ripped of his shirt exposing his huge pecs and arms. They felt exactly how I knew they would feel rubbing against my body. I could feel his huge package grinding against me through his loose fitting pants and couldn’t wait to get that veiny meaty cock in my mouth. I had seen it in the bathroom and in the shower at school where he was trying to hide his huge soft cock with the soap bubbles as well as seeing it just hours ago when he blew a load right in the jock-strap that he wears every day to work out. I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth and soon enough he tore off his pants and was standing there in his jock-strap and it could barely hold his huge dick back. He forced his package in my face and I could taste semen and sweat and smell his manly odor. His golden hair was shining as he got up to get me off the couch. He invited me up to his bedroom and we went up the stairs together him in nothing but a jock-strap and me still wearing my pants. I watched his as bounce as he walked up the stairs and he then led me to his bed.

He finally took off the jock-strap and kneeled over me with one knee on either side of my body as I lay back against the head board. He told me to take it all and I tried my best getting all of his think veiny dick in my mouth until his golden pubes were in my nose tickling me, he forced his dick in and out of my mouth and when it was out I couldn’t wait for it to get back in. I continued to pleasure his cock until he fully withdrew it from my mouth. He then went down and stripped my of my pants and boxers, he licked the tip and I could feel the sensation all throughout my body. Then without a moments notice he flipped my over onto my back with out any problems and started fingering my ass, first with one finger and then with two. Then with one quick thrust shoved his whole dick into my ass sending my head all the way back he didn’t wait for me to get adjusted and just started pounding my ass, practically ripping me a new one. The force of his thrusts was shaking the whole bed, not to mention me. But, somehow they seemed to be getting even faster and harder as he neared climax. He then forcefully gripped onto me as he blew a load that seemed like it was going to come back out my mouth, it seemed to last forever and then when it finally did stop he laid on top of me with his dick still in my ass. His huge body covered mine and I could feel his powerful muscles all over my body, I felt like I was in heaven. Then the moment ended as he swiftly flipped me over just as easily as the last time and proceeded to blow my dick, teasing me until finally I could no longer handle it and shot my seemingly mediocre load in his mouth. He leaned in to kiss me and we exchanged saliva and my semen. Our kiss finally ended with an awkward silence and we both just laid there naked in his bed. He broke the silence by saying, why didn’t I just say I wanted it the shower earlier the day he would have been more than happy to have serviced me and he continued to say he was better than every girl that he had ever been with including his wife but it wasn’t as satisfying as his first gay experience. I was kind of disappointed but he leaned in and kissed me again.

I looked over at the clock and noticed it was almost 9. I nearly flew out of his bed to find my clothes. I started getting dressed and he went downstairs to get my back pack. I reeked of sex and used some of his Axe while I was in the bathroom. We made out one last time and he threw my backpack at me. He said I could expect more of the same in the morning and any time I needed “help with notes or studying”. I knew he wanted to see more of me but I had to leave, especially since I still had to do a project for another class that I seemed to put off till the last minute. My parents greeted me at the door I acted casually and passed right on by. I threw my bag on my bed and went over the events of the day. I was practically speechless but my moment was cut short by the fact that I needed to get stuff done. I reached into my bag and to my surprise didn’t find exactly what I expected it was John’s jock-strap, he must have put it in there while I was getting dressed, this was one memento that I would never lose. I went over to the window saw John outside, he looked up to me and winked and then I got down to work.

After an intense beat off session the night before, I was nearly late for our work out in the morning and we talked the whole way there until I asked the question that I came up with last night. Who was the student that he had his affair with? He looked at me in shock kind of and then embarrassment again and said Mr. Roberts. I was speechless, until the words “what are the odds” came out of my mouth and he said that it was no coincidence. He said that they were still very good friends but that was it and helped each other find jobs and they got lucky that they got jobs at the same place. Damn, life is crazy for a senior in High School isn’t it?
 
Frenchy,
That was one mother-fuckingly LONG Marathon "Chapter".

WOW. A very interesting read.

You are straining at the short hairs to get to the good stuff as you write, we can tell, because you keep US straining at the short hairs, too!

It's OK to split it into sections -- gives us a little bit a bit sooner, gives you a breathing space in the writing.

I'm enjoying the story very much. Thanks for investing so much of your time and effort into crafting it for us.
(*8*) :=D: :wave:
 
HOT story, Frenchie. I'm definitely looking forward to interactions with Mr. Roberts now as well. Hehe.
 
Sorry guys. I have totally been slacking. Summer kills me. But I'm seeing the person who inspired the first part of this story tomorrow so there mite have to be another chapter besides the one I have been half way finished with since probably the 27th of last month. I've also been working on the start of a new series because I had a great idea and I had to put it down on paper and this one is nearing its end. I'm not exactly sure which I'll get to finish first since they're both about half way done. Again sorry, I can't concentrate without school but I'll defiantly be picking up the pace since school is starting. Going to get back to work.

P.S. I'm hoping to have both the new installment and the new story up by Saturday don't hate me if i don't meet it but I'll totally try.

:)
 
Wow!!! What a hot story!!! :=D:..| I am really turned on ...

I was seduced (haha!! I actually seduced HIM!) by the Director of a Music Camp - a very prestigious one. I played the flute rather well - I know, rather phallic! So the dance between your "innocent" youth and the "apparently straight" older authority figures is pushing all my buttons ... *|* I look forward to anything more from your talented erotic imagination ... ;)(*8*)
 
Part 4 of my story. I hope y'all like this, i might touch up the ending or go back and add more later on, but this is the end.

I LOVE criticism so please criticize away.

Chapter 4

Let me get into a little background information about me, I’m Denis and I was just your average 18 year old gay teen in my senior year in high school hiding the fact I was gay from everyone in my life. I went through being blackmailed by one neighbor because I was involved in an affair with my best friend’s father to being fucked by both of them. But wait that isn’t the end of my story I then formed a great relationship with my teacher who just so happened to be my new neighbor as well. But we had more then the normal teacher/student relationship, it started with an every day routine after school, and working out before school, and going as far as having sex with each other during a study session.

With the wild events of yesterday behind me, I hoped in Mr. MacMillen’s car and continued our usual routine and got to school ready for a full body work out. We started getting changed and then John said since we knew we were going to be the only people in the weight room why don’t we just wear our underwear little to his knowledge did I only bring his jockstrap to wear anyways. So both of us decked in nothing but a jock strap went into the weight room and began our usual work outs. John thought it would be funny to put way to much weight on the bar and watch me struggle to get it up once, saying it was what I usually had been doing. On my second attempt he stood over me with his crotch right in my face and looked down at me. I reached my head up and started licking his cock through his jock strap. I could see his cock moving around trying to escape the jock strap. He helped me off the bench and we started kissing as he led me over to the treadmill. We took our usual treadmills and stared into the wall to wall mirror that was in front of us at each other. I was in awe of the sight of his massive pecs bouncing along as he ran and was staring at his cock, trying to get hard in his jock strap. My cock was so hard it was almost as hard as last night, I continued running imagining the same sort of events later. I heard a noise and my trance was broken. I looked over at John but he didn’t hear anything. We continued to work out and then headed to the shower and I mean that in more than one way. We stripped off our jocks and went to the same shower. He pushed me up against the wall and we started making out as the water streamed down both of our sweaty bodies. I kneeled down and started massaging his cock before stuffing it into my mouth. I traced his penis all the way to the tip with my tongue before it was rammed back into my mouth and down my throat. I could see his body starting to tense up as he blew a thick load all over my face, I quickly cleaned it up with my tongue and we finished our showers. I was disappointed that I couldn’t blow my load but he promised that he would let me get at his hot muscular ass later that day.

I could barley even keep my raging cock contained in my pants while suffering through another pointless day of senior year. My mind could hardly stay concentrated on school work so I decided I wasn’t go to do any work and sat in my chair and passed from class to class just fantasizing about what happened last night, what happened in the shower this morning, and what is going to happen tonight. I didn’t really miss much, something about a War and that another species is going extinct, and I didn’t care all I wanted was cock. Finally, it was eighth period and I was going to see Mr. MacMillen, I’m almost certain I skipped to class and took my seat. Then I realized that he wasn’t sitting behind his desk, thinking he was probably in the bathroom I went to go check knowing there was more than enough time to get back to class. But he wasn’t there, and when I returned to class there was a substitute sitting in his chair, some chick with a German last name, I was pretty mad. I couldn’t wait to get home to see what was up but class seemed to last forever, mainly because I didn’t have anything to stare at. Class ended and I started walking home, I started realizing that I probably missed a lot in school and most likely I wasn’t even going to have sex with John. I called up a girl who I knew liked me that is in most of my classes and asked her if she could tell me what we did in school and made up some lie to why I wasn’t paying attention. She felt bad for me and said she’d let me use her notes tomorrow. We talked some more and luckily it took up most of my walk home. I rounded the corner onto my street and saw a car back out of Mr. MacMullen’s driveway. He was standing on the stairs to his house, I know he saw me, but proceeded to walk into his house without even acknowledging me. I was so mad I didn’t even blow my load that I was saving all day.

I woke up in an angry rage on a beautiful Thursday and walked out to meet Mr. MacMullen and go for our usual early morning work out. He could tell I wasn’t happy about something and said that he was sorry about yesterday that he would make sure to make it up to me today. He then said he left early because he had to do something with his wife. He was lying but I didn’t call him out on it. By the time we got to school I wasn’t angry anymore, there something about his smile. We continued talking and went into the locker room. We started getting undressed and when he finished he walked over to one of the urinals. His ass was shaking perfectly and the light was bouncing off of his golden body hair. He was standing at the closest urinal and took a piss while I finished getting undressed and then put on my workout clothes and went and hit the weights. I was doing reps with some free weights and he walked out not wearing clothes and came over to me. The sight of him naked was turning me on and I almost dropped one of the weights in my hand. I put them down and he laid me down on one of the benches and took off my pants and quickly got to work on my semi-erect cock. It was an awful decision not beating off last night and John could tell I was near climax. Just then he stood up and walked over me on the bench and squatted down and positioned my cock to go right into his ass. It was a wonderfully tight feeling and he pushed my cock deeper into his ass. He went up and down on my cock as he stared deep into my eyes. I couldn’t take much more of this and after a few more seconds I blew a huge load into John’s ass.

I laid there with my pants and boxers around my ankles as John went back to the locker room for something I couldn’t exactly make out what he said, I was breathing too hard. My cock was finally soft and I pulled up my pants and re-adjusted myself and got back to the weights. I guess that is one way that he could make up for completely leaving me hanging yesterday but I thought maybe if I look unsatisfied I could get a repeat performance later that day or maybe he could talk to my math teacher and make sure I got an “A” this semester. Just then I heard a noise, and I turned around to see Mr. Roberts opening the door to the weight room. We talked a bit about working out and said that he used to work out with Mr. MacMullen and then changed the subject to ask where John was. I didn’t know if John had enough time to get changed, but Mr. Roberts used to be in my shoes and had definitely seen him naked so I told him he was in the locker room and he walked in. I worked out while waiting for them to come out, but they never did so I went into the locker room to take my shower and they were no where to be found. I showered and got ready for class and ready to suffer through another day of school.

I was the first one into MacMullen’s class the final period of the day and he said he defiantly wanted a repeat performance of this morning and he was sorry for jetting on me in the locker room but Mr. Roberts needed help with something. People started walking in so he said we would finish our conversation after class. Class couldn’t seem to go any slower, only because John was sitting down the whole time, until we had a fire drill I was one of the first people out of the class but waited behind for John. We walked down the hall with the obnoxious bell ringing every 3 seconds, down the stairs, out of the school, and across the street talking about how we couldn’t wait until school was over. The fire alarm stopped and then rang once more alerting us that it was now time to go back into the school. I followed John back up the stairs and his ass bounced after each step he took, I stared and tried to make it not look too conspicuous. I could hardly keep my hands from reaching out and grabbing until after school. The rest of class we talked about how useless and annoying fire drills were. It seemed to pass time quicker and in what seemed like no time at all the final bell rang.

I went around collecting the handouts that the students left behind and organizing them as I usually had, while John went to the teachers lounge to use the phone to call his wife. I finished and got my things ready to go home as John walked in. I looked up and he had a disappointed look on his face, and then said we were going to have to reschedule on a count of his divorce was acting up again. I almost flipped out and my face turned an awful shade of red as John started laughing saying he was just kidding. I basically yelled at him the whole walk to his car and he couldn’t stop laughing. The first thing he did when we got in the car was tell me to go home and tell my parents that I had to study for a big test with Mr. MacMullen.

I walked into the house and saw a note on the kitchen counter and went over to read it. The purple post-it read “Went out with your dad.” I sarcastically thought to myself “Well there’s a first.” It continued “There’s probably no food in the house.” I thought to myself “Really? Never would have guessed.” The note ended with “Be home later.” Baffled by every facet of that note I nearly forgot what I was there to do.

I got ready and walked next door with my notebook, just in case my parents asked if they got home before I did. I walked in the door threw my book on the couch and ran up to John’s room. John had taken off his shoes and socks and was taking off his collared shirt as I walked through his bedroom door. I leaned on the door frame as he continued to get undressed apparently without noticing I was there. He proceeded to take off his pants and was bent over as I walked over towards him. I startled him as I hugged him from behind placing one hand across his chest and the other cupping his crotch, he told me not to sneak up on him like that again. But, my cock was bulging through my pants and up against his boxer covered butt. I pushed him down onto his bed, we wrestled for position and he took my clothes off. The bed shook as my ass took a pounding. The bed frame itself hit up against the wall each time his powerful hips thrust toward me. I arch my back and look up and can see the shadow of John going in and out, just reinforcing the magic feeling. Time seemed to go in slow motion, but in actuality it was going faster than ever before. In no time at all it was all over I was back at my house, doing homework and getting ready for the next day of school. I sat down at my computer and decided to check my e-mail. John had sent me an e-mail, it said that he was going to be busy in the morning so we couldn’t work out but, he had a surprise for me tomorrow night. I was a little annoyed but it was going to be the first time I got to sleep in for a while so I wasn’t that mad.

I nearly overslept, I ran outside my hair was dripping wet, I had completely forgot what I had planned only the night earlier but I knew I didn’t have time to change. I hopped in my car threw it in reverse, backed out of my driveway, shifted into first and proceeded to race to school. Luckily, all the cops where still at Dunkin Donuts as I flew through the streets in my town. During this I thought about why I was speeding just to get to school. Then I thought about more important things like, “Did I actually do homework last night or just beat off?” The bell for first period wrung as I walked in the door and took my seat. I thought to myself how long this day was going to last. Another struggle through a seemingly endless day was only brought to a halt when I walked into John’s class and then I was brought down as I looked on the board and saw that there was a test today. I walked over to John and he said not to worry about it just make sure I write in pencil so we can change the answers later, but I’m going to need to pay him back. I had no problem with that. Class started and everyone was moaning about the test, I sat there and pretended to know what I was doing and answered the questions. I’m pretty sure I knew what I was doing so it wouldn’t take too long to fix it later. Class ended and there weren’t any papers to collect so we decided that we would race each other home. I knew I had him; his Cadillac was not going to keep up with my baby, a 2007 Acura TL Type-S. I cut through a gas station at a red light just to make sure I beat him and waited outside of my car as he pulled up in front of his house. I said I was just going to check some stuff with my parents and I’ll be over, he winked and we walked into our separate houses.

I walked into my house expecting to be greeted by my mom, noticing my father’s car wasn’t in the driveway, but no one was in the house and I went to go get changed before, exploring for one of mother’s infamous notes. I thought I should wear John’s jockstrap over today, give him a surprise too. The jock-strap was neatly folded in the bottom drawer of my dresser behind a few old sweatshirts, a half a handle of Smirnoff, more sweatshirts and a dildo Hell, if my parents found the bottle of Smirnoff I’m pretty sure that’s what they would be most upset about, then again a jockstrap older than me might throw them off just a bit, not to mention the dildo I finished getting dressed and started looking for the note that explained where my parents where. I found it, read it about three times and still couldn’t believe what it said. Then I read my mom’s half script half print handwritten note out loud, “Denis your father and I went to go check out houses by your dad’s new job and we made arrangements for you to stay at Mr. MacMullen’s house so you continued your studies and have food to eat.” I went to the fridge and it was locked with a Masterlock, wow they really want me to stay with John. I defiantly didn’t have a problem with that. I packed enough clothes for a week, bathroom necessities, and my trusty laptop. Not thinking I was going to need something extra to beat off to, but just in case the site of my dreams opened I wouldn’t miss a beat. I collected all my things and ran over to John’s house.

I didn’t know if I should walk in or ring the bell, and then I thought I should knock. I knocked and John yelled that the door was open and I walked in, John then yelled for me to put my things in his room and I did as I was told. I went back into the living room and turned on the TV, John was nowhere to be found I thought, he’s probably in the bathroom since he didn’t go at school. I relaxed sinking into John’s couch while watching Sports Center and started looking at math homework. John appeared, seemingly from nowhere and I told him he was an ass for not telling me earlier that we would have a whole weekend together. He laughed and told me he had plans to go out with some of the other teachers from school, but we did have the whole weekend. I kept thinking that this was so hot and I should beat off right now; I stood up and tripped over my backpack. I guessed that was a sign that I should do my homework and get it out of the way since I was half way finished with my math homework and only had to do some editing of my story, The Picture Describes it All, for English. I finished the work I had to do and let the couch suck me back in while I continued watching Sports Center.

I expected John to be home by now, but since he wasn’t I decided to do some exploring. I went into John’s room and opened the side table draw. I expected to see magazines, condoms or maybe even the Bible, but it was empty so I continued into the master bathroom. I opened all the drawers and the mirror/cabinet and only found toothpaste, a toothbrush, and razors. I walked back into the master bedroom and looked at the huge closet that took up an entire wall. I opened the sliding door, sort of expecting it to be empty, but it was full. Suit pants and button down shirts lined half of it in order lightest to darkest on one side of the closet and built in draws behind the other door. I opened the first drawer. It contained your normal tee shirts and shorts. The second drawer contained sweatshirts and sweatpants, by this point I was starting to think how boring he was, but I guess nothing can compare to my bottom drawer. That’s when I thought, I should have just opened the bottom drawer first. I took a deep breath and opened the bottom drawer. Wow, it was a drawer filled with underwear, categorized by brand and then sub-categorized by color. It started with a few pairs of Hanes briefs that were probably just as old as me and didn’t look like they had been worn since I was born, then there was a large section Hanes boxers starting with a black pair that had holes from being washed so many times, the waistband was stretched out from his muscular frame and his cock was permanently indented into them. Next was a brand that I wasn’t familiar with so I decided to try and pull a pair out, without disrupting the rest of them. I looked at them and they honestly didn’t look comfortable and they had cartoon picture of a green fish and hooks on them. I looked at the tag and wasn’t familiar with the company, which said Vineyard Vines by Shep & Ian. I put them back in as neatly as possible and continued searching. Next were three pairs of Bike soft cup support briefs, and then finally multiple pairs of Bike jock-straps. I guess this wasn’t a complete waste and closed the drawer and then went back to the couch.

It was getting late, I decided to go get changed into my pajamas. I was wearing a shirt with my last name on from my elementary school’s junior Olympics where I won the standing broad jump and 40 yard dash. It no longer had the sleeves on it so my biceps were clearly visible, it was tight around my waist but still seemed as long as the first time I wore it. The long, thin, Penn State themed pajama bottoms I had on dragged along the floor as I went to the bathroom to take my contacts out. I brushed my teeth and decided it was time to go to sleep.

I heard a noise in the dark of night. I couldn’t tell what it was but felt a sudden rush of heat as if someone had gotten in the bed along side of me. These thoughts lasted only seconds and I was back to sleep. The sun woke me up as it came through the window and I noticed John’s arm was draped over by back and his hand was resting near my right nipple. He leaned up against my body and I could feel his cock pushing up against my ass. He could tell I was awake and we exchanged “Good Mornings” as he gave me a peck on the check and asked if I wanted anything to eat. I completely forgot about food, I was starving and John said that he was going to make some eggs. We ate as John explained that Mr. Roberts was feeling really down because the person he was with for the past few years had broken up with him and only months earlier he was thinking about buying a ring. John continued by saying that there was a high probability that he was going to stop by later. I had defiantly checked Mr. Roberts out before, his ass was huge and I could tell every Friday when he wore jeans to work that he was packing more than the average amount. He reminded me of Roger Clemens, when he was with the Blue Jays, like there’s really much of a difference in him now, he had a similar hairstyle, facial hair, and was about the same body type.

John and I sat watching T.V. just talking about random things and I finally realized he was still only wearing pair of black Hanes. I’m not exactly sure how it happened but we ended up talking for about two hours, and I couldn’t tell you what we were watching or what we were talking about either. All of a sudden the doorbell rang and John went to go get it. I thought I should go change out of my pajamas and put on some mesh shorts and a black tee and headed back down stairs after throwing on some deodorant and Hollister cologne. I walked back into the living room and John was in his boxers reaching into the liquor cabinet next to his television and pulling out an unopened bottle of Hennessy Black. I got the tulip glasses that John requested and Mr. Roberts, Henry or Hank I had been told to call him, told his story and the next thing I noticed was the bottle of Hennessy was empty and John was in the bathroom. Hank told me how lucky I was, he and John never got to spend so much time together outside of school and that I haven’t fallen in love yet. I leaned in and gave Hank a peck on the cheek.

I never really noticed how good looking Hank was. His hair was light brown fading to an almost blonde color in the middle and was cut short but stood up from over-use of hair gel and had a thick darker brown goatee. He had dark brown eyes that both blended in with the rest of his face but stood out at the same time. He was tall and thick but not fat, it was more muscle than fat and seems like he had just recently stopped working out. He had a powerful chest and arms neither of which had any hair on them. As I stripped his thin tee shirt off, which was being protruded by his nipples that were now erect, I could clearly see his half dollar-sized pink nipples and hairless chest.

Hank and I were making out on the couch, Hank said he couldn’t remember the last time he had even kissed a guy, and it might have been the last time he and John got together. John came out of the bathroom, and because of his wardrobe you could easily tell he was at least somewhat excited about what was happening on his couch. Hank took off my shirt and John walked over and like a torpedo, his cock came between our mouths, his drawers hit the floor, and Hank and I shared his cock and balls. I noticed something hard under me, and Hank’s cock was pressing up against me through his cargo pants. I unzipped his pants pulled down his white briefs and unleashed the thick monster that was his cock.
In what seemed like no time at all I found myself between these two older men, Hank’s cock stretching my ass to new limits and John’s cock deep down my throat. It started as a slight pain in my ass then leading to fullness that it had never reached and joy, more joyous occasion than any holiday in recent memory. I tasted the increase of pre-cum in my mouth as John continued slamming his cock down my throat and I was pretty sure John was about to cum. I held on tight to his thick legs and continued as the pounding continued in both directions. I felt John’s body start to tighten up and was expecting a sudden rush of cum to be sent swarming into my mouth and down my throat but, he pulled out and instead blew his load all over my chest and face. Covered with semen, John started licking my body as I continued riding Hank. I couldn’t take any more of this and blasted John all over his face with one of the largest loads of my life, and then seemingly out of nowhere a massive explosion from Hank’s cock, that I thought would shoot me through the ceiling, overwhelming me with a feeling of ecstasy.

Panting, our sweaty bodies fell on each other on the coach behind us, and just then I was beginning to feel the Hennessy. I had never really been drunk before but wasn’t afraid like I thought I would be I was with two men that made me feel comfortable and safe and as I started to pass out I felt my body get light as John carried me into his room, gave me a peck on the cheek and told me he loved me.

I woke up, hard like usual and covered in cum, I noticed I was in my bed, in my house, and jumped up wondering how I possibly got here. The last thing I remembered was passing out at John’s house. Flustered by this discovery I began getting dressed and was going to go over and ask John what was up, and as I left my room I saw my mom. She’s not supposed to be back for at least a few more days! Did I really sleep that long? I must have been really drunk. I’m surprised I’m not hung over. I walked over to my mom and she noticed I was confused, and asked “What’s the problem?” I sat there for a while and then asked “What day is it?” She responded with “Silly it’s Saturday, the day after your 18th birthday.”

That’s the reoccurring dream, which rules my life, every day for the past 6 years I have had that dream or some variation of it. The way I wish things were with those men in my life. This is a true story based on the relationships with real people in MY life, just minus the sex. But, that’s the good part right? I hope you enjoyed my torment.
 
wow, I opened the story because the title intrigued me and then i needed to respond to it so i created an account on here. Just wanted to say that i always wanted to get with one of my neighbors and that this is a GREAT story! A little long though. No?
 
This story deserves rather more response - come on guys give FrenchieFry some feedback!
 
Frenchie,
As I mentioned in the PM, I had turned off the subscription when I thought the story was done, then was confused/didn't know about the new chapter till this weekend.

I just finished re-reading, then continuing on through to the end - I didn't even realize I'd headed on in to the NEW stuff.

And what stuff it was, lol. What a fantasy dream. Oh to be you/your protagonist!

I think about the combinations and permutations that Denis could enjoy with his three adult fuckasies.

What a "Who shot JR" next season on Dallas - It was all a dream . . .

You have a very nice, healthy imagination; thank you for sharing it with us!

(*8*) :D :wave:
 
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