10-15 - My neighbor from across the street

Anthony lived across the street from my aunt

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By Richard de Orizaba

While I stayed with my aunt during her illness while she was in and out of the hospital for a long period of time, I had the front bedroom of the house which was small but it was the only bedroom with a private bathroom.

Sometimes I would be looking out the window and I could see the house where the Puerto Ricans lived. They had been living there since 1948 and raised six children; four boys and two girls. The youngest and last one to leave home was Anthony who must have been about 18 at the time.

Anthony was one of these misfits. When I got to my aunt’s house he had just been released from juvenile hall. He had been in a couple of times as a teenager and was absolutely incorrigible. His parents had but given up on him and they took him back because those people had the biggest hearts and because you don’t turn away from your child if he or she has gone astray.

So to say that Anthony had been around the block twice is wrong, he had been around twice and thrice. Anthony never closed the drapes or the blinds. He would dress and undress at will not even taking into consideration that someone might be walking down the sidewalk and see him naked. He had absolutely no inhibitions. But then I noticed him getting undressed and he knew I was looking.

What he did was to start posing and flexing in front of the mirror and I am sure he would look out of the corner of his eye to see if he still had an audience. Not just an audience, he had a captive audience. I too took off my clothes, thinking if he is going to play this game, so am I.

Before long, he was standing in front of the mirror caressing his body, which was not spectacular but it was nice. He had a tattoo in his lower torso about the right hip but I could not tell what it was, all I could see was a dark stain. But I could make out his cock which was uncut for sure and his bubble butt which he wasted no time in showing it to me.

Then he looked and I stood on the bed with a big hard on and he just froze. I don’t think he knew what to do next but I knew he was mesmerized. He went to the window and just stood there while I played with my 12 inch cock. After a while of this, I bent to see and he was still looking, so I motioned with my hand for him to come over. He was knocking at the door within a couple of minutes. My aunt had been in the hospital for 5 days and would not be released for a while so I was alone in the house.

I answered the door, nude and with a raging hard on. I said: “you want some of this?” He dropped to the floor and just started to suck my cock. The way he was sucking, I knew he was a master at it. When I asked he told me that it was at the reform school where he was forced to do a lot of guys and he never looked back, he liked it and he liked getting fucked even more.

Me: “So, you want to get this big cock up your ass?...you are going to have to work for it”

And work he did, there was nothing that boy wouldn’t do. Anthony was licking my whole body, giving me a very stimulating tongue bath. He stopped at the armpits long enough to appreciate my manly smell and he commented on how nice it was that I didn’t use deodorant. He said he didn’t either because he was allergic. I told him that I was too. But that got my mind rolling and now I wanted to see, smell and taste for myself. Sure enough, his armpits were luscious and delicious. He didn’t have bushy pits, just some hairs and you could tell he didn’t shave his body either, and it was smooth and velvety. Feeling his soft skin was the best part of making love to Anthony. I had him on his four while I started to eat his ass and it was a great ass. Anthony could not wait to have my cock inside of it. He then asked me to put it in, he wanted it. I said: “how bad do you want it?”

Anthony: “I want it, I want it bad, I want that big cock of yours inside my ass, I want you to fuck me”

Me: “You want me to fuck you what?”

Anthony: “I want you to fuck me please….sir”

Me: “That’s more like it” and I entered his pucker hole without any lube, just some spit and it was sliding in easily. Anthony didn’t make a peep. But as soon as I started to pump it he began a wailing sound, one that you could easily hear at a wake, except his was from pleasure, not grief.

Anthony: “oooohhh, oooooooohhh, ooooooeeeeeehhh, eeeeeeeehh, aaaaaiiii, aaaaaaaaiiiii, aaaaaaiii, yeah, yeeeeeeeeah, aaaaaaah, ah, ah, ah, ah, fuck my ass, please, sir, fuck me, please fuck me harder please, yeah, yeah”

Me: “You never had a cock that big fuck you before, have you?”

Anthony: “No, no sir, you are the biggest I ever had up there, there was a guy in the school who had about ten inches, but he was ugly, not good looking like you”

Me: “you want my cum in your ass, do you?”

Anthony: “Please, please, yes, please sir, fill my hole with your man juice, I want it, I want your cum in my hole, please”

How can I resist? I went and started to suck him while I kept pumping and he shot his wad almost right away and then I did. It was one long, noisy climax for me. Anthony would come over in the afternoons when I was working and it gave me a very much needed break from my writing. But soon Anthony got into trouble again and this time he was not a minor any longer and he was sentenced to six months. In that time my aunt died and I sold the house, so I never saw Anthony again.