Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2017 08:37:01 -0400 (EDT) From: jon royale Subject: Neighborly Lust NEIGHBORLY LUST by Jon Royale January 2015 The following is a work of erotic fiction depicting graphic sexual situations and is meant solely for a mature audience. The author wishes to dedicate this story to the unnamed teen who has resided in easy view from his apartment for the past several years and thusly inspired this tale. The doorbell rang at more than twenty minutes past the appointed time. John Seward jumped from his overstuffed armchair with a start, cursing under his breath as he upturned the bottle of beer at his side. It was the fourth he'd had in the past forty-five minutes. Normally not much of a drinker John was consumed by nervous expectation and figured the brew would help calm him for this early evening assignation. And it had, at least initially. But as the appointed time grew closer, then passed, with John pacing from his chair to the patio doors and back again, his anxiety increased. All week he'd been anticipating this Friday evening. The wife and kid were safely out of town for the weekend and arrangements had been made. All day at the machine shop where he worked it had been difficult to concentrate. His mind kept wandering to the oncoming night of debauchery, resulting in a throbbing protrusion under the company-issued overalls. He'd come home after quitting time, showered and shaved, slipped on a pair of cargo shorts and t-shirt, popped a top and sat down for the excruciating wait. Women were always late. John could never understand it. When he was supposed to be somewhere, he was there. But women were a different species. His own wife was late to their wedding fourteen years ago, late delivering their baby girl two years later and was tardy to practically every function they'd ever attended. Cripes, she'd nearly missed her flight last night due to her dawdling. He'd really been sweating bullets, fearful that she'd wind up messing up his weekend plans. He breathed a huge sigh of relief while he watched her plane take off, whisking both her and their twelve-year-old daughter off to his in-laws in Indiana. At thirty-seven, John Seward was still a good looking man. Maybe not movie star handsome, but he got more than enough looks with his sexy hazel eyes and strong, firm manly jaw. Unlike most of his buddies John had a full head of chestnut hair, kept conservatively short, which showed no sign of thinning or greying. He kept himself in shape with an early morning, every morning, run and a couple of nights a week down in the apartment complex's community gym. He wasn't chiseled, but his body was fairly strong with some decent meaty musculature. Closing in on forty, taking his shirt off at the pool wasn't cause for embarrassment. It was during one of those wake-up runs that John had first seen them, the woman and her teen-age son. The Sewards had rented a two-bedroom garden apartment in the complex a few years back when their home was, unfortunately, repossessed. John thought he knew most of the neighbors, at least in passing, but these two were new faces to him. They apparently were just getting home, strange considering the hour of the morning. She appeared to be roughly around John's age. No beauty, but a good looking woman, with long black hair. The boy John placed at about sixteen, a fairly lanky youth who would easily rank on any basketball team. They seemed preoccupied in what appeared to be a mild disagreement and John thought nothing more as he jogged past them. A bit of an argument with the wife a few nights later wound up with John spending some alone-time out on their second floor balcony. It wasn't a place John went to often; it was more or less the missus' domain for reading and sipping her pink wine. There he was, slouched down in a folding chair leaned back on two legs with feet propped up on the railing in front of him, when he saw them again. Down the grassy knoll and across the paved lot there they were, extracting bags of groceries from the back of a newer-model SUV. Based on the poor parking effort, John deduced that the vehicle was too much for her to handle. Interested, he observed them haul their bagged treasures from the trunk and head up the outside stairwell situated in a breezeway. With his own apartment up on the hill John was able to look down at them at all times. Curiously fascinated by the mother and son, John began a nightly ritual of placing himself on the balcony at approximately the time they arrived home. He learned that she had a penchant for the color pink; she wore it mostly every day. Her skirts, and shorts, were much shorter than they should have been, although she had a decent set of legs. When she bent over to remove something from the trunk John could detect the flash of ass flesh, causing him to assume that she was a thong type of woman. She wasn't a thin woman. She had some meat on her, especially in the belly area. Either she liked her beers or she enjoyed Chinese buffets. She loved her hair, always flinging it over her shoulder or letting it bounce to and fro in a long pony tail. The boy seemed almost surly, but obedient. He looked like most kids his age, wearing oversized clothes and hoisting an ever-present backpack. His straight, dark hair was styled short on the back and sides but fuller on top, accentuating his sharp, angular facial features. He was taller than his mother, maybe 5'9" or 10", with a kind of bouncing, but lazy, gait. John found himself looking forward to spying upon them on a nightly basis. The balcony became his favorite place to unwind after an arduous day on the job. When the weather proved too cold he would stand at the bedroom window, peering at the two through the blinds. On those rare occasions when he found himself alone John observed them through a pair of binoculars, which afforded him a close up view. He found himself lewdly groping the front of his pants at the erection which had formed there and, on subsequent stake-outs, unzipped and jerked on his cock while the binoculars played over the two. Sex within the Seward marriage had become an infrequent thing ever since their money troubles began. Even on those rare sessions, it was obvious to John that the wife just wasn't into it. She let him hump her and get off, but it was as though she was just performing a house-wifely duty, like scrubbing the floor or washing the laundry. John was still a virile man who needed some excitement and passion in his sex life. Jerking himself off daily only made him more frustrated. He needed a nice warm body, a snug hot hole. He needed the object of his fantasies. For months John watched the neighbor lady and her son from afar, then paired an after-work jogging session with his morning run, timing himself so as to be in close proximity when they arrived home. Occasionally he elicited a nod or wave from the long-haired woman but got seeming disinterest from the son. He noted when the kid began driving lessons, affirming his deduction that the boy was sixteen. He observed the father pick up the teen on alternate Saturday mornings, then return him home on Sunday evening. John had figured she was either a single mother or a divorcee, those bi-weekly visitations leaving her temptingly alone for a couple days. It was early Spring, nearly a year since his perverse attraction first began, that she confronted him. She was taking a stroll around the complex, or so she said, when she encountered John taking the trash out to the dumpster. She got right to the point. She knew he'd been watching. She knew what he wanted. And, as he learned, it was her business to provide, which explained all those early morning returns. It would cost. John had managed to secret a few bills for himself out of the paycheck each week. He was flabbergasted by the directness of the proposal. But his horniness had grown uncontained. He needed to be poised over a warm body, between the spread of smooth legs fucking his throbbing cock into a tight, accommodating pussy. He needed to tenderly, then passionately, kiss the lips of his partner and make love like he hadn't done in years---not since those almost-forgotten days of his youth. He wanted the recipient of his savage thrusts to feel him deep inside, to cling to him, to beat his chest and plead for more. The hardness straining against the front of his shorts in the broad daylight of the parking lot brought a crooked smile to her shockingly pink lips. Handing him a slip of paper with her number scrawled across it she told him to call and then, with a flip of her pony tail, sauntered off. John stood there slack-jawed watching her go, wondering if it had all just been another of his fantasies. The beep of a horn and a wave from one of his neighbors brought John out of his reverie. Thrusting hands deep into his pockets to conceal his bulging hard-on John slipped back into his apartment, locked himself in the bathroom and beat off a mean load while imaging all the wonderful and depraved acts the woman's proposal had conjured up. It took John nearly two weeks to make the call and another to arrange the assignation, made all that much convenient by his wife and daughter's impromptu trip. When the doorbell finally rang and the beer spilled John was as sexually keyed up as he could be. With no intention of taking the time out to clean up the spillage John grabbed the nearly empty bottle by its neck and eagerly trod across the carpeting to the front door. His legs suddenly felt like rubber and his heart was thudding in his chest as he neared the door, the beer bottle swinging back and forth at his side. He paused, took a deep breath, and threw the door open. She stood there in the late afternoon/early evening sunshine, her pink bag slung over her shoulder as she smacked her chewing gum. Her hair was hanging loose, long and shiny. She wore a too-short pink skirt, a pink polka doted blouse and matching pink sandals, the manicured nails done up in the same shade. John's nostrils flared, not so much from the intoxicating perfume she wore, but from the unmistakable scent of sex in the air. He stood aside to allow her entrance. She brushed by him, her eyes canvassing the living room of the apartment and appraising his wife's decorating skills. She appeared impressed. John had his hand on the knob, his head turned away from the doorway to stare at her, not quite believing he'd just allowed this woman into his home, when another passed over the threshold. It was the woman's teen-aged son. He didn't even glance at John, his hands thrust into the pockets of his light high school varsity jacket and non-chalantly did his own inventory. Swallowing hard, John swung the door shut and engaged the dead bolt. She sunk into the arm chair John had just vacated, tossing her hair over one shoulder and making a show of crossing her long, shapely legs. John could have sworn he caught a flash of gash---or maybe it was just that the thong she wore was the pale pink color of her shaved cunt. The boy crashed onto the sofa, his lean body slunk low and his legs widespread while he fished out his cell phone and began madly texting his network of friends, oblivious to the fact that he was in a stranger's home. "Well?" the woman inquired, one brow lowered in a query. "Do we still have a deal or am I wasting my time?" John looked from her to the boy on the sofa, totally engrossed in his cyber chat. Ever since he'd seen the young man stepping out from the passenger's side of the SUV he'd been preoccupied with memories of his own high school days and sexual experimentation. It was during his sophomore year that he and the new kid, a fellow track runner, gave in to raging teenage hormones. Unbeknownst to the rest of the team, or their classmates, the two were secret sex buddies, engaging in the most taboo of sexual acts. John was surprised at how easily it came to him. He'd always considered himself completely heterosexual. But his new friend possessed skills the few pubescent girls John had dallied with lacked. Years later John realized he'd been seduced by a young master but, at the time, it had all felt so damned good! He was disappointed and even a bit depressed when, less than a year later, the boy's family moved to the west coast. John ultimately chose to put that period of his life out of his mind and concentrate on school, sports and pussy. And he'd done just that. Until he'd seen this boy. It wasn't that he looked anything like the other. It wasn't that he acted anything like the other. In fact, there was nothing similar about them. It was simply a complicated matter of being overwhelmingly desirous of the neighbor boy in much the same way he'd become of his high school buddy. The only difference was that, back then, they were both teens. Now a good twenty years lay between him and his quarry. Somehow it made the possibility all the more desirable. With dreaded forty just around the bend John desperately wanted to relive those carefree days of smooth naked flesh, hot throbbing cocks and tight yielding asses. He needed a young, warm body to press against him, to move with him and ride the crests of rapturous pleasure only two males ever could. From the moment he'd seen him, from the moment his adult cock stirred, John knew this was the one. Up close he didn't look unlike any other teenager bordering on young adulthood. He wasn't breathtakingly handsome, nor was he homely. Just an ordinary looking young man. John could still detect a faint hint of a soft, boyish face beyond the high cheek-boned angular cuts of his budding maturity. And the sprinkle of freckles across those cheeks lent him an eternal appearance of youth. His long, thin fingers scampered across the keyboard of the device as he remained engrossed in chat, oblivious to John's blatant appraisal. The woman purposely cleared her throat, breaking John's reverie. "So, if you're backing out I've got another client I can call." "No-no," John replied hurriedly. "I've got the money right here." He reached for the envelope on the side table, relieved to see if hadn't suffered any damage from the overturned beer. She opened it, counted the bills and nodded satisfaction. "You got anything a lady can drink, sweetheart?" she asked. He thought a moment. "I've got a beer." "That's good. And," pointing to the spillage on the table, "bring something to clean that up. You men are helpless without a lady in the house." John tried to appear unruffled but his heart was thundering in his chest. He couldn't believe he was actually going through with this. Hurrying to the kitchen to retrieve a beer for the woman he was able to hear her ordering the boy to put his phone away, that it was show time. When he returned with the frosty brew and a dish rag the teen was on his feet. He'd doffed his school jacket, now haphazardly lying in a corner of the sofa, and casually stood there in an over-sized black t-shirt with his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his equally over-sized, equally black sweat pants. For the first time since entering the apartment he was actually looking at John---and John was astonished to find himself crimsoning. The woman took a satisfying sip of her beer. "This is John. You said your name was John, right? Yes, that's it. John. This is Brian. Brian, John. John, Brian." John smiled nervously and stepped forward with his hand extended. Brian looked down at it uncertainly for a moment and then clasped his hand in John's for a few brief moments. "I've been looking forward to meeting you," John offered. The teen just gave a curt nod in response. She took another sip of beer. "Just as we discussed, it's strictly suck and fuck. No kink. Because of his age, I chaperone. If I even sense things are gettin' out of control, we're outa here. Play nice and we all get what we want; play nasty and there's gonna be trouble. For you." She was right there, almost beside him, but John heard her as if from far away. He was lost in the youthful beauty, the budding teenage sin, of the young man standing before him. Although he was hardly aware of it, his adult cock had sprung to life almost from the instant his hand made contact with Brian's and was now as rigid as it had ever been in his entire life. He was an adult, for cripes sake, who suddenly found himself with a wretched case of puppy lust. It was almost as though he was a teenager all over again, fumbling in the back seat of a car for the first time, unsure of what to do. Surprisingly, it was young Brian who took the lead, by nodding toward the sofa. John fell heavily back onto the cushions the young man had just recently vacated, catching his breath as Brian swiftly dropped to his knees beneath the spread of his thighs. Reaching out, he ran a hand over the protrusion straining against the front of John's shorts, causing the older man's lower lip to quiver uncontrollably. Brian's palm rode up and down the throbbing form until John was squirming and a moist spot had appeared on the material. Satisfied, the teen unfastened the shorts and dragged down the zipper, separating the fly to expose the client's black boxer briefs. John's man-sized dick struggled against the cotton material. Brian once again ran his hand over John's cock but this time, without the rough cargo shorts interfering, he was able to wrap his fingers around it and give a real hand job. John could feel the heat emanating from Brian's palm, just as Brian sensed the even stronger heat radiating from John's pulsing shaft. The teen's eyes were on him at all times showing no emotion but, John thought, reading his. Finally, mercifully, the young man hooked his finger tips under the elastic waistband and allowed John's dick to pop free. As better than seven inches of man meat slapped heavily back against his torso, spraying it with a wash of pre-cum, Brian deftly relieved John of both shorts and underwear. John was almost certain he detected an appreciative sigh from the mother, enjoying the view from her observation post. Brian reached for John's now unconfined erection and stroked it more determinedly. John's hips ground seductively, his naked ass gyrating on the sofa cushions, as the desirable teen fisted his desperate member. Pre-cum was liberally oozing out of his piss slit, dribbling down the thick shaft and giving the young man a slick ride. Yet he still leaned in close, gathered up a mouth's full of saliva and spat it out onto the steely rod before resuming his milk job. John could easily have shot his wad in no time with the object of his year long obsession down there between his legs jerking his dick. And that's probably what the mother/son team were hoping for. A quick easy score. Get him all hot and horny and pound a quick load out of him. But that's not what John paid two hundred dollars for. Not by a long shot. Regaining his senses he grasped the teen by the wrist, causing mama to quickly come to attention and sit upright in her chair. The boy looked up at John questioningly. It was hard getting tough with those cute puppy dog eyes, but he had to do it. "Enough with the foreplay, son," John told him firmly. Brian looked over his shoulder at his mother who, after a brief moment of hesitation, nodded. The boy shrugged and turned his attention back to the cock, literally, in hand. Leaning forward between the spread of John's hairy thighs young Brian made one long, excruciatingly slow swipe with his tongue up the underside of the desperate cock causing the man's lower lip to tremble. He had waited nearly a year for this very moment, not certain that it would ever actually come. And when the moment came---after Brian had coiled his tongue around the pronounced rim of his glans, after he had dug between the folds of his piss slit, then spread his lips wide and swallowed John whole in two amazing gulps---John's entire body went rigid. He was almost certain he'd shot up from the sofa and levitated for a moment or two. Brian's youthful face was pressed against John's crotch, his eyes cast upward over the man's pubic nest to curiously observe his features while his throat caused all sort of wild sensations to the trapped dick. Well versed in deep throat techniques, Brian kept his face plugged with John's throbbing rod for an alarmingly long while, his lips nibbling on the root while the head remained lodged deep in his throat. He knew he was blowing John's mind; all the men he serviced were amazed at his stamina. By now most of them, uncontrollably excited by the talent of the teen slut, had shot their load straight down into his belly, thereby making his job short and sweet. But this man, John, was proving to have some stamina of his own. Brian only came up---slowly---inch by delectable inch, when he realized the tried and true formula wasn't going to work so effectively on this man. The big shiny cock head popped free of Brian's mouth, followed by a virtual stream of saliva. Brian spat sloppily at the hard column of man flesh and tightly fisted it from glans to stem while his eyes remained trained on the unit. It was an impressive piece, certainly among the more admirable ones he'd serviced since becoming mommy's cash whore. Most of their clients were older, some much older, than this hunky neighbor. But this dude, he sort of reminded Brian of his cheerleader girlfriend's daddy. He was nothing like some of those old geezers and chubbos that hit on his mom's discreetly placed sex ad. It was little wonder they had to rely on sex for pay in order to get their nut off. Often times Brian had to choke back his revulsion. He shuddered every time Mama brought him to old man Barnes' house, that eighty-two year old regular customer who was paying out every bit of his social security to gum Brian's young prick and gulp down his teen load as if it was the fabled Fountain of Youth. Or that once-a-month three-hundred-plus pound accountant who got off on riding Brian's face with his fat, raunchy ass while he jerked his three-inch cocklet. But they paid. Paid well. The rent was on time every month. Brian and Mama were easily able to afford the luxuries they coveted and were well on their way to having Brian covered through, at least, his Junior year at a decent as-yet-to-be-determined college. So, for Brian, taking care of John Seward was something of a relief. He'd been a little creeped out knowing the guy was watching him from his balcony and behind his blinds, probably playing with himself at the same time. Brian would never have known if Mama hadn't picked up on it and shared the info. But it was far better to be ogled by somebody like John than some of the other more unappealing neighbors. Brian couldn't quite figure it all out. John was a good-looking, well-built man with a hot-looking wife and a decent enough kid for a daughter, too young for Brian but showing some early potential. Why he was sniffing after a high-school aged boy when he had the all-American family was a mystery to young Brian. Certainly wasn't something he would be doing when he matured. Trading skin to horny men for cash was only going to last until he graduated college. A surge of pre-cum bubbled from his piss eye as John's arousal heightened. Brian observed it instantly and, unconsciously licking his lips, leaned in and twirled his tongue over the leaking cockhead. He lapped up the drooling jizz. Curiously surprised at how good this husband tasted he dug the blunt tip of his tongue into the slit, causing John to squirm in his seat. Brian wrapped his lips under the pronounced ridge of the dickhead and gave it some hot sucking action while his tongue danced over and around the sensitive glans. He was rewarded with a steady flow of tasty man-sap which commingled with his saliva to give the knob a wet power wash. Deep masculine moans came from John's parted lips as he appreciated the talent of the good-looking teen kneeling between the spread of his hairy legs. As his eyes wandered dreamily he observed Mama on the chair opposite them. She'd loosened her top and her big, surprisingly firm, breasts were hanging free. Her hands, with their pink-laquered nails, were toying with their aerola and tugging at the extended nipples while she watched her pride and joy sucking cock. Generally bored and indifferent, Brian surprisingly found himself becoming more and more aroused by this session with the handsome husband. Usually anxious to get it over with as quickly as possible, he instead was savoring every moment. He slipped his wet lips down several inches of the throbbing stalk until the head was banging at the back of his throat. John sighed as a wet heat enveloped his rigid tool. Brian's head began bobbing up and down, his mouth making wet sloshing sounds as he noisily slurped over John's big meat. John had never felt so good in his entire sexual life. His jaw was slack from the awesome sensations to his appendage and his eyes gaped at the display of the voracious cock sucker. Brian worked him like a true whore, his head wagging from side to side to take the dick from a variety of angles, fucking his mouth, his cheeks and his throat with it. He pumped his face full of cock, almost giving John a coronary when he opened his throat and swallowed John whole into his seemingly bottomless chasm. His hands slid up under John's shirt, over the taut contours of his torso and latched onto erect nipples, twisting and squeezing them while he swallowed John's meat again and again. This new aggressiveness of her son's was having an effect upon Mama, as well. Still toying with a breast, she lifted a leg across the arm of the chair and slipped aside her pink silk panties to finger her equally pink gash. But for a few minor differences Brian strongly resembled his father at that age. He was so good looking then, just as Brian was now, and ate pussy with as much fervor as Brian was displaying with this stranger's cock. She shuddered as her fingernail scraped against her love button. Quickly slipping her panties down, she slid down in the seat and spread her legs wide for easier access to her dripping pussy. Such forceful sucking on his beefsteak by this awesome teen filled John with an all-consuming lust. He knew the sinful cauldron that was Brian's mouth would have him blowing his babies in no time. And he wasn't done with the boy. Not yet. Not by a long shot. Grasping Brian by the sides of his smooth cheeks John managed to steady him. With cock still buried in his face he looked at John uncomprehendingly. The sight was so gut-wrenchingly delicious that it pained John to separate the teen from his cock. "Take off your clothes and get on the couch," John ordered him. "I want some ass." Brian let the dick slip from his mouth, giving the head one last lick as if reluctant to let it go. Rising, he hastily doffed his wardrobe while John relieved himself of his own remaining clothing. Naked, the kid was all lurking teenage sin, smooth and slim with hints of budding musculature in all the right places. His dick was rock hard, standing straight up from a sparsely haired, obviously trimmed, groin at a good healthy seven inches. It was a nice sleek piece with no cumbersome, bulging veins to mar its teen beauty. John reached out to take the boy's dick in hand and pumped it a few times, causing bawdy Brian's lower lip to quiver involuntarily. "On the couch," John gruffly directed and Brian knelt down onto the cushions, looking over his shoulder at the bigger man. "No, no," John said, "on your back. I want to look at you when I fuck you!" Overwhelmed by expectation, Brian rearranged himself so that he was scooted low on the sofa, his head and shoulders pressed into the back cushions while his ass leveled out with the edge of the seat. Raising his long, athletic legs he caught them behind the knee in the crook of his arms and displayed his nearly-hairless asshole to the beefy stud. John moaned low in his throat and licked his lips hungrily at the buffet laid out before him. Eating pussy had always been a favorite pastime of his and Brian's pink bud looked as good as any twat he'd ever snacked on. Up close John could see the sparse, fine dark hairs surrounding the teen's ass mouth, same as those on his almost-smooth legs, and it made his mouth water. Brian had his head cocked to one side as it rested on the sofa cushion with a sexy, daring come-hither look in his hazel eyes. John dropped to his knees, propped himself up on his forearms to either side of the slut and brought his face within inches of the target. His nostrils flared as the unmistakable scent of teen ass washed over him. Brian deliberately caused his pucker to constrict, then contract in front of the older man's eyes, a slight smile forming at the edges of his mouth when John lewdly smacked his drooling lips. John's tongue lolled out and, as if driven by a magnet, made its way into the spread of the boy's ass crack. A delighted moan rose from his throat as he meticulously swiped up and down the fresh teen crevice, his eyes rolling upward dreamily as he tasted young Brian for the first time. The kid tasted clean, but with just the right amount of muskiness to fuel John's fever pitched lust. The raspy surface of John's mouth muscle ran over and over the funky channel, wetting Brian's ass hairs and making them become even darker against his pale skin. He swirled his unit around the tempting pink opening, deliberately teasing the youth and pleased when Brian's ass began squirming against his face. The somewhat aloof teen who'd first entered his apartment wanted it now----wanted it real bad. John planted his hands on the boy's smooth upturned buttocks, holding his glorious ass wide open, and concentrated solely on the gulping fold of wrinkled skin forming his teen hole. With his tongue turned up at the tip he diligently worked the soft tissue, making the pucker pulse. His expert maneuvering soon had the hole relaxed enough that he was able to bore his way inside the boy. He plunged his tongue into the dark cavern as deeply as he could and wriggled it around inside. The hot flesh of Brian's sphincter clamped down on him but John continued to explore, jabbing inside and twisting his unit around in the musky pit. Brian was really squirming around on that sofa now, sighing and moaning in pure delight. It wasn't the first time a dude had sucked his ass, but never anyone like this hot lusty daddy. His toes curled and he extended his legs even wider, encouraging John onward. John probed the tasty hollow, licking along the ass walls and chewing on the boy's gripping lips. The boy's thrashings served to pull the eager tongue even deeper inside his hot, hungry hole. John ate like it was his favorite meal, steadily drilling his lapper into the teen and giving him a masterful tongue fucking. Brian's hole continued to spasm against the onslaught, although it was much more relaxed now. The orifice was literally soaked with saliva, the excess dripping steadily from John's stubbled chin. It pained him to extricate his mouth from the scrumptuous feast, but John knew the boy was ready for a fucking. And he was anxious, after all this time, to deliver. John came to his feet, gripped the base of his painfully hard erection and guided it to the drenched fuck hole. But Mama was scrambling about in the chair, setting her open thighs to right and trying to come to her feet. "Hold on!" she screeched, both tits freely hanging and her panties around her ankles. "It's an extra hundred for bareback!" "Sit the fuck down!" John snarled, looking at her over his shoulder. "You'll get your money, bitch!" "Hey!" she retorted, but the savage look on John's face was enough to force her into retreat. John looked back to Brian, who had a satisfied smirk on his face. The teen enjoyed someone standing up to his mother, his pimp. John was confident now that he could do whatever he wanted to the kid and both mama and son would be hard-pressed to object. Taking Brian by the ankles he pushed the lad's legs back and spread them wide as a wishbone, totally opening the young ass for his deviant pleasure. He let his dick do all the work in finding its way to the perky pink hole. As it hovered just above the pulsing shitter a string of pre-cum lazily dripped from John's gash and landed square on the target. His big dick head pressed against the quivering lips and he moved his hips to paint the area with the clear lube. Brian watched expectantly as John wet him and, when the moment of penetration arrived, bit down on his lower lip to muffle the expected cry. John pushed his manhood between the folds of the succulent asshole, clearly amazed that the teen whore was still nicely tight. He managed to work the head into the clutching chute and paused a moment to relish the awesome warmth which enveloped him. In a steady and stealthy manner John pressed onward, burying inch after inch of hard, throbbing cock meat into the fluttering boy hole. The leaking head drilled deeper and deeper, boring its way through the moist, clutching channel and feeding the kid more and more hard man cock. He felt the teen's insides constrict against the onslaught but he pressed on undeterred, not ceasing until his hairy groin was flush up against the boy. Again he paused, relishing the sight of his sizeable rod finally buried inside the youth he'd coveted for what seemed an eternity. And then he began to fuck. He pulled almost all the way out, pausing for a moment while he stared the boy right in the eyes. Challenging him. Brian's sultry orbs had a look of slight trepidation tinged with overwhelming ardor which pleased John. Then the older man suddenly broke the spell, shoving hard into the teen. The penetration was nicely smooth due to the copious amount of over-excited pre-cum lubricating the twitching chasm. He slammed his whole cock into the hot ass, hesitating nary a second this time before ripping it nearly out and then ramming it back in to the sweet pussy. Adopting this action, John repeatedly long dicked young Brian, overwhelmed by the sight of his full dick hammering in and out of the tender hole. With his lust at a fever pitch he gritted his teeth and really bore into the boy, his fuck strokes becoming almost vicious. His heaving body broke out in a sheen of perspiration from his hard fuck exertions as he carried on undeterred, earnestly raping the youthful cunt. Brian was anything but an unwilling participant in the rough fuck. In fact, he was thoroughly enjoying the forceful plowing he was being given by the good looking neighbor. Through his grunting and groaning his head was screaming, "Fuck me, stud! Fuck me harder! Fuck me deeper! Keep slammin' that boy fucker up into my guts and don't you dare stop!" He couldn't believe how turned on he was by the macho handling of this handsome, red-blooded daddy. If his buddies from school---if his perky little girl friend---saw him now he'd be ruined! But they weren't. And all he cared about was the man cock assailing his asshole, burying itself deeply inside him, scraping along his prostate and making his body shiver. His teen dick was as hard as he ever remembered it being, drooling a steady stream of pre-fuck juice onto his chest. His eyes fluttered upward blissfully as John ceaselessly drilled his high-school pussy, then caught sight of his mother directly across from them. Her presence didn't concern him; it never did. Ever the concerned guardian she insisted on being present at all their assignations to protect her son, her investment. But Mama was now lost in her own reverie, her legs spread wide and guiding, nearly slamming, a large pink dildo in and out of her paternal snatch. Evidently she was enjoying John's fucking every bit as much as Brian. John easily read the pleasure in Brian's sex-glazed eyes, a contentment rivaling his own. It served to spur him onward. The sensations of the teen's ravaged sphincter alternately tightening, then contracting against his hardness brought out the untamed beast in him. Almost against his own will he revved up the volume, fucking furiously into the boy. His tight ass was a whir from Mama's point of view as he pumped hard and fast against her money maker. Releasing Brian's legs, which must be as numb as his own by now, he came down lower over the boy. With his hands pressing into the sofa back to either side of the teen's shoulders he continued to hump away at the wet ass. From this position, Mama had an unobstructed view of the man's big dick pumping in and out of her son's quivering ring muscle. The sight, aided by her trusty dildo, brought her to a speedy orgasm. Sweat dripped from his brow onto Brian's unblemished face nearly inches from his own. His hot panting breath gushed over the boy. Their eyes were locked in a fiery fuck duel. On impulse John drew his lips to Brian's, but the boy abruptly turned his head away. Incensed, John grabbed the kid around his jaw line, forcing him to face him and mashed his slobbering chops into the boy's. Brian bemoaned and twisted, his hands pushing against John's torso to ward him away, but the older man's persistence quickly paid off. His tongue slipped between the teen's tightly pursed lips and in short order their tongues were gliding against each other as they kissed wetly and ravenously. Brian had never let any of his tricks kiss him before. That would be too, well, gay. But this man, John, was enticing him to take pleasure in ways he'd never dreamed of before. He sucked John's unit into his mouth, teasing it like a little cock, while his hands roamed over the man's strong chest, tweaking his hard-as-nails nipples and then wandering up behind his sweat-soaked neck to desperately lock him into place. The cock rollicking wildly in his ass suddenly took on an entirely new meaning. Their fucking reached a fevered pitch, lasting much longer than John's over eager desire should have allowed. The fuck tool hammering his button and jabbing into his guts caused Brian's anatomy to react as any horny teen's eventually would. Overwhelming sensations surged through his young body, and bowels, as he thrashed wildly beneath John and blew his teen load all over his smooth body. Simultaneously, Brian's asshole went absolutely crazy around John's cock, grasping, twisting and internally sucking him in even deeper. John went slack jawed, his eyes bulging from their sockets, as his fuck rod exploded. White hot man juice blasted from his cock, one ball-busting shot after another flooding the teen's grasping cavity to overflowing. John relished every second of the orgasm of his lifetime until he collapsed, thoroughly exhausted, onto the boy. They disentangled some moments later. Mama had already donned her panties and straightened herself up, tucking her wet dildo away into her purse with hand extended for the extra cash. By the time John had raided the cookie jar Brian was already dressed and in the process of tying his last sneaker. With the transaction complete Mama, all business again, told John he knew where to reach her if he required their services again. John, slipping on his shorts, nodded as they headed toward the door. Mama opened the door and made her way through the threshold and out into the breezeway with Brian following. "Thanks," John said, almost sheepishly. It seemed a silly thing to say, but he was otherwise at a loss for words. With his hand on the knob Brian turned his head to look at him and, with a sly smile, gave him a wink and thumb's up before exiting the apartment. John fell back onto his comfortable chair, with his long legs sprawled out in front of him and held the back of his head in his hands with a wide, satisfied smile. From that final look on the kid's face he knew working overtime wouldn't be necessary for another fuck session with Brian.