Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2007 16:05:28 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: FORBIDDEN FRUIT Our neighbor had lived next door for as long as I could remember. My mom said he'd inherited the house when his parents died and she had forbidden my going over there or even talking to him across the picket fence when I was out in our yard. But, he was real friendly and I talked to him in the yard and even went over to his house when my mom was at work. His name is Richard North. He's in his late twenties or early thirties and is real good looking – sexy too; he has long hair that's always in his eyes and he is always brushing it back off his forehead. He always wears blue jeans, a tee shirt an old, unbuttoned dress shirt or is bare-chested. He has pale skin and no hair on his chest. He always has on big, high-topped work shoes or is barefooted. His feet are enormous. He doesn't work except as a cook occasionally. He has trouble holding a job because he drinks too much. My name is Robb, everyone calls me Robbie though, and I'm twelve years old – or was when this story started. PART ONE Since passing puberty I jack off a lot and have even sucked off a few boys my age or a year or two older – just enough of them to know I'm what is called a cocksucker. I can't say I'm proud of it. I don't go around telling everyone. But that's the way it is - I like to make guys cum in my mouth. My mom works until 5 PM and doesn't get home until a half hour or more later, depending on if she stops at the supermarket or some place else on the way home. She's an Interior Decorator and works for a big firm in Peoria, which is close. One day, on the way home from school, I noticed Richard's door was open so I went up on his porch and called his name. He hollered, "Come in Robbie, the screen door is unlocked." There was another guy with him that I'd seen coming and going from Richard's occasionally. Richard told me his name was Mike. They seemed to be arguing so I just sat and listened. Mike said, "You're a fucking liar, no body's cock is so big a cunt can't take it!" I'd heard the word "cunt" once or twice and knew what it meant. Richard didn't answer. He was sitting naked, except for his pants. He stood up and dropped them and Mike apologized. "Holy shit, I guess I was wrong. You're hung like a horse. That's the biggest, fucking cock I've ever seen." They continued talking about cunts, how stuck up they were, how they'd let you buy them drinks at the bar but they wouldn't put out. After passing the bottle back and forth a couple of times, Mike passed out on the sofa. Richard put the bottle on a table and staggered off to his bedroom and didn't come back. After a while I got up and peeked in his bedroom's open door. He was passed out on his back and totally naked, legs spread apart. His room was as junky as the rest of the house, dirty clothes and bed linen piled on the floor, beer cans on the dresser and the window blind was broken. But my eyes were glued to his big, flaccid penis stretched out and at rest on his leg – so big that even his hand atop it couldn't hide it, and his balls hung down between his legs, almost touching the bed. I was so nervous that I got the shakes. I knew I should have left and closed the door instead of going back to his bedroom but once I'd seen that huge cock of his I couldn't help myself. I waited until I was a little more steady and walked over to the side of his bed and knelt on the floor beside his bed and looked at him. Finally, I just had to touch it or go crazy. I carefully lifted his hand and placed it on his stomach. He didn't move. Then, with a thumb and forefinger, I pulled back his foreskin and decided I better take my dick out or I'd be shooting off in my pants. His foreskin had moved back down so I pulled it up again and started to slowly jack him. Jesus, it began to get hard, not longer, not fatter, just harder. Then it was so fucking big and hard I couldn't believe it – it was the biggest hard-on I'd ever imagined, let alone seen. My fun both maxed and ended when cum started pouring out his piss slit. I caught some on a finger and tasted it. It was warm and sweet and I thought it looked kinda like Tapioca Pudding. I grabbed a sock from his pile of dirty clothes and cleaned his cock up as well as the surrounding area and stuck my now flaccid dick back in my pants. Watching Richard cum was more than I could take – when his dick started jerking and shooting, mine did too. I left his room and zipped up in the hall. I tried to leave but I couldn't. I had to go back for another look. I looked for a long time and then bent down and kissed his cock. I was really captured by its bigness and the fact that I'd made him shoot and that he hadn't even stirred. Mike was still passed out on the sofa. I thought of playing with him, too, but his pants were zipped up and what I could feel through his pants led me to decide to leave well enough alone. His dick would be an anti-climax after Richard's. PART TWO That night in bed, despite the fact that I beat off twice, I could not go to sleep. My mind just wouldn't let me. All I could think of was Richard and his cock. I wondered if it were true that no cunt take it, if his cock were still virgin. I fantasized that I lived with him, cooked meals for him, did his laundry and cleaned his house and that I'd learned to take his cock in my ass and he loved to fuck me and he was always telling me how much he loved me. At some time in the wee hours of the morning I must have dropped off, as the next thing I remembered was my Mom calling up the stairs, "Robbie, wake up, it's Saturday and there's lots to do." It had to be the first time in my life I'd forgotten it was Saturday and no school for two whole days. I couldn't put a lot of enthusiasm in completing my Saturday chores but I'd just finished when Mom told me that Mildred, from work, and her husband were going to Peoria for the day to do some shopping and they'd invited her, would I mind or would I like to go, too. I told her I'd stay home, hang out with my friend Aaron, go to the library and take her books back as well as mine and find out if they had the books and videos she'd reserved. They couldn't have been more than a block down the street than I was out of the house and knocking on Richard's door. He answered, naked and his big, flaccid cock hanging between his legs and swaying when he walked. "Come in Robbie, I don't feel so good; I'm hung-over. Would you do me a favor?" The favor consisted of getting him some Tylenol and some vitamins from the bathroom and putting on some coffee. The kitchen was a bigger mess than his bedroom. This time, though, I wasn't as horned up as I was yesterday and realized the place was clean. It was mostly just messed up. When I brought him the coffee, I asked him if he'd like some toast. He replied, "Later." I sat looking at him and had a cup of coffee, too. After a second round of coffee, he asked me if I'd mind fixing bacon and eggs to go with that toast. So I did and it was as if my dreams of last night were coming true – I was cooking for him. I was taking care of him. We were in love with each other. After eating, he said, "Robbie, I've got to go back to bed for a while, I woke up around 1 AM and couldn't get back to sleep." I said, "I didn't sleep much either." "Do you want to go home and nap, or you're welcome to nap with me for a while." Naturally I followed him to his room, determined to let him take a nap and that I'd behave myself – which meant I wouldn't play with his dick – while I was awake – if I were asleep would be a different matter. I actually did fall asleep, facing the edge of the bed – away from Richard. I woke feeling him unzipping my pants and feeling around – searching for my cock. "Robbie." "Huh?" "Are you awake?" "Yeah." "I need to tell you something, but you have to promise not to get angry at me." As I pulled down my pants and my shorts and his hand found my boy cock, I said, "I promise." "I know you jacked me off yesterday." "I'm sorry, I saw you show it to Mike and I was so overwhelmed I just lost control. I thought you were asleep. I was just going to look at it, then I was just going to touch it and then things just got out of control" "I can understand that but I don't think you understand. I don't want an apology. I just have a question. Would you like to suck me?" "Richard, after yesterday, I'd do anything to see, touch or do anything to your cock, I'd love to suck it. I lack experience. Would you guide me?" "Sure I will, but before anything starts we have to agree to some terms because I'm thinking of more than once. I mean a relationship. I may be a drunk, but I don't want to be arrested as a child molester. If Mike or other guys are here when you come over that's OK but you and I will have to keep our cool. Understand?" "Yea." "And don't you ever come over here with another boy." "I won't, I promise." "So, our relationship boils down to two things, a big cock - that's me and a cocksucker – that's you. Understand?" "I do. Believe me, you can trust me." "OK, that leaves the details. I can just stretch out on the bed, stand up or sit on the edge of the bed and you kneel on the floor, which I suggest because of the way things took place yesterday. If you want to change things, that's OK, too. I can go to the bathroom and jack it hard before you start or we can start with it soft and you can suck it up." "Sit on the edge of the bed." He moved and sat on the edge of the bed. I reached down and with my hand under his shaft; I lifted it up and put it in my mouth without pulling his foreskin back off his cockhead. I no more than got started when he pulled it out, saying, "Let me show you another way to alternate with going in and out on it. Stand up and I'll show you what I mean." I stood up and he took my cock in his mouth and all I can say is that it felt like he kept trying to swallow it and his tongue was going wild. Then he had me put my forefinger in his mouth and he sucked it, saying a finger couldn't shoot off but it, nevertheless, was very sensitive. He thought it would give me a better idea of what he was trying to show me than sucking my dick. I did better after that – for him anyway – but it was wearing on me, especially my tongue. But it was all made worthwhile when Richard grabbed my head on each side and buried my face in his groin moments before his big cock shot his Tapioca Pudding into my mouth. He continued holding my head and said, "Damn but you're good at that, Robbie, you've got me off two days in a row and I want you to know I like doing that." "How will I know when you want it Richard?" "Robbie, when you want it take it. The more you want it the happier I'll be. I leave the door open, but when you come in be sure to close it and lock it." PART THREE And that's the way it went. Some of my friends were already hot for girls, but I was hot only for Richard. Sometimes he was sober; sometimes he was drunk. But he always let me suck him, it was always good and both of us always reached climax. 0ne time he was drunk and passed out when I arrived. I remembered to lock the door. He was barefooted and naked except for his pants. I unzipped his fly and got it out, but somehow wanted to do more. It wasn't easy to pull his pants completely off but I struggled and when I finally got them off the sight of his giant fucker, though flaccid, got me so hot and nervous I was half crazy and couldn't decide whether to suck it or jack it off. Luckily my pulling his pants down disturbed him enough that he rolled over onto his right side and that gave me an idea. I stripped and got into bed, naked and facing him. I put his cock between my legs and began fucking it, so to speak by moving both my body and my legs. It was the first time I'd had full, frontal, naked body contact with him. I began to talk to him, eventhough he was out of the picture. "Oh Richard, I love you so much. I love your big cock. It's so beautiful, so exciting. I wish you could fuck me; I'd like to feel you inside me. I wish I lived with you so I could clean your house, cook your meals, do your laundry and sleep with you every night so you could fuck me before we went to sleep." They might have been all fantasies but they were also expressions of my true feelings. I truly did love Richard. PART FOUR One day my friend Aaron and I ate our sack lunches outside in a quiet corner of the schoolyard, sitting on a bench under a tree. I knew Aaron had a brother than had graduated from high school the year before but he never talked about him too much until the day we ate together outside. Aaron was really wound up because he'd caught his brother jacking off while watching a porno site that had a lot of naked girls on it. Aaron then got into details and was surprised at how big his brother's cock was – he'd never seen it erect before and I wanted to tell him about Richard but I didn't. I'd promised Richard never to bring another boy over to his house and I thought that probably included not even talking about him. What really perked up my interest in Aaron's story was when he said, "He had a cockring on." "What's a cockring?" "I didn't know at first. I just saw it and then I asked Gilbert King, that guy that we've sucked off occasionally. He told me you buy them in porno bookstores or off the Internet. They come in different sizes and you pull your nuts and your cock through it and it gets you up and keeps you harder and he said you cum bigger, too." It was interesting but I knew I'd never get in a porno bookstore and I didn't have a credit card to order one on the internet so my interest dropped, until I was in my mom's study, on the computer, looking up something for history class when I noticed some of her drapery samples and plastic laminate samples were held together by metal rings with a hinge on one side and a fastener on the other and in a small bowl on the shelves where she kept the samples were extra rings in a variety of sizes. I got hard right away, took several of them and went to the bathroom and found one that fit and left it on. I looked at a clock, it was only 7PM, so I told my mom I couldn't find what I needed on the computer and asked her if I could go to the library. "Yes, but you wear a sweater under your windbreaker. It's getting chilly these nights." I grabbed my history book and my notebook and was out the door and over to Richards. The library closed at 9 o'clock and it would take half an hour to walk home, so I had a good two hours to play with Richard's dick, if he was home and alone. He'd been drinking but was not what you could call drunk. I bummed a cigarette off of him and showed him the various sized cockrings I'd brought. He knew what they were but said he'd never had one. After he finished his drink, he poured another one and we went into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and he got naked from the waist down. He wanted to see mine, so I stood up and he remarked it seem to make both my balls and cock stick out in front, he fondled me and said he liked the effect. Because I knew how to work the fastener he said I better help him. As I'd done when I put mine on, I fastened it together before doing anything else and then worked first one testicle and then the other through it and then worked his dick through. Richard looked in the mirror and liked what he saw. I did, too, especially because he was already hardening. He wondered if you could piss with it on so he tried and found out that he could. I sat back down and asked, "Can I suck on it, now?" "Why do you always ask?" "Because I like to hear you say 'Suck it', I guess." He replied, "Suck it baby, give it a good going over, you horny little cocksucker. Get me hard and make me shoot a big load. I know you're cum hungry" and, with his hands, pulled my head toward his hardening manhood - the cock I was in love with. I reached up and pushed his foreskin back and locked it behind his cockhead, already enlarged and swollen, a purplish red color and as shiny as if it had been waxed and polished. It was now familiar territory and I was more comfortable with its size and it was easier for me to take it. In fact I could go down on it about five inches but this time I didn't get a chance. Richard leaned over me, put his hands against the wall to brace himself and fucked my mouth. I don't mean slowly, I don't mean easy. He fucked my mouth as though he were desperate, as though he needed to ejaculate more than anything in the world, which he did in a very short time, held my head over his cock and gave me what seemed like a bowl full of Tapioca Pudding, saying, "Oh God, Robbie, I don't know if it's the right time to tell you, but I love you. I'd given up even thinking I'd ever meet someone I'd love, but I love you and I want you to know it." That made me cry but, through the tears, he finally communicated that I was the only one that had ever initiated sex with him. He was shy and had never come on to a girl, he'd faked a lot of stuff that day with Mike and he sensed that I was the only one that ever really wanted him. "Richard, I've just had you, but I want you again, right now, more than I've ever wanted you before. It's the same every time we do it. What I'm trying to tell you is that I love you and always have since the first time I talked to you across the fence." PART FIVE Soon after school closed for summer vacation, my grandma, who lived alone, took ill and my mom and I went to Terre Haute, Indiana to take care of her and after she showed no signs of recovery my mom reluctantly had her placed in a nursing home and put her house up for sale. She died within a year and after many trips for my mom and I back to Terre Haute. In late August we returned home so I could get back to school and my mom could start work again. It was then I experienced the greatest crisis of my boyhood. Please don't make fun of me but it was so real, so upsetting and I blamed myself for not writing to Richard. I went to Richard's the first day I was home, and before school started. His house was locked up – no For Rent or For Sale signs – just locked up. I was at a loss as to what could have happened to him – had he died – was he in a hospital - in trouble, or had he just moved? Had he gone off with a cunt – had he found another boy? Shit, I was worried sick, thinking and fearing that I'd lost him. I ran home and after I stopped crying I remembered he'd once or twice casually mentioned that he had an older brother in Peoria, so I looked in the phone book for listings under "North" – finding one residence and a used bookstore. The phone at the residence didn't answer so I called the bookstore and asked for Mr. North. When he answered I told him who I was, about Richard's house and my concern. He knew who I was, Richard had mentioned me several times and I learned that Richard was in a detoxification center, was doing well and would be released in two or three weeks. It was a month later, near the end of September, when I was walking home from school that I saw a red Chevy, small, truck parked at the curb between Richard's house and mine. I started to walk by when someone hollered "Stuck up". I looked at the truck and it was Richard. He reached through the window and pulled my head in and kissed me, not just a peck but a real kiss – what the hell, no one was in sight. Then he said, "Get in." He twisted sideways in the seat and pulled me toward him and started to cry. "Robbie, I can't begin to tell you how much I've missed you this summer. I've thought of you all the time, how you've become not only my best friend, but also my one and only real friend. If I hadn't had you to think of and how much I love you, I don't think I could have made it through that detox center. It wasn't easy but I made it. I haven't had a drink for the entire summer and I'm going to need your love to keep sober. I, also, wanted to cry but what he said made me keep control of my self. "How can I help, Richard, I'll do anything for you, absolutely anything." "I know you will. I drank because I was lonely and unhappy. I hope you'll keep seeing me as often as you can. I need both sex and love from you. That's a lot to ask of a boy, but I have no one else I love and, as a matter of fact, I don't want anyone else. I only want you." "Richard, please know I already love you and have since the that first time I played with you when you were passed out. As for sex, as you once told me, you don't have to ask, just go for it. It means a lot to me that you find me exciting enough to want me, to get off when we make love." "I left my house keys at my brother's. How much time do we have before your mom gets home? Maybe I can pull the truck into the backyard and we can do something in the cab or the tool shed." "It's Friday and my mom is going to Moline after work. It's her first meeting with a new client and she thinks it will, as usual, be a long one so she's going to stay overnight, come back tomorrow and go to her office to write up her meeting notes and will leave the office to come home at noon. So, we have until 1'clock tomorrow afternoon. Park in your back yard and we will go up to my room. I've always wanted to do it with you in my bed anyway and on the side where I always sleep." Once in my room, we kicked our shoes off and he sat on the edge of my bed with his long legs spread wide apart and pulled me in between them. It was in that position that we kissed and began slowly undressing each other as the first step in making love. He stood when it came time to take off our pants and toss them on the floor, leaving only our shorts, which we took forever to get all the way down so we could see each other's genitals. I'd seen his big cock before and knew how exciting, how beautiful it was but I'd never seen it so big and so hard that the foreskin had already retracted of its own accord. Richard said, "Robbie, this is obviously going to be a quickie even though we'd both like it to last forever, so I think we should just 69 for now and then wait until we're calmed down to go at it again." It was a quickie. I guess absence not only makes the heart grow fonder but also makes the cock grow harder. PART SIX After eating pizza, which we ordered, a green salad I made and ice cream, we watched TV and went back up to my room. "Richard, you said you were shy and never came on to a girl. Is your cock a virgin?" "If cocks can be virgin, mine is one." "In a sense that's a pity." "What do you mean by that." "It's so big, so beautiful, it's majestic and, at the same time, your foreskin makes it look primeval, to me. It's as though it was meant to fuck with." He laughed and said, "Only you would think of something like that." "I'm a virgin, I brought up some KY my mom uses when she takes an enema. I want you to fuck me. Will you?" "No. I'd hurt you." "You don't have to stick it all the way in and if it hurts, I'll tell you, you can pull it out and I'll jack you off." I rolled onto my back and lifted my legs. "Robbie, this is ridiculous, your hole is too little." "Try it anyway!" He inserted it slowly to about four inches, made two strokes and I felt it explode inside me. I reached up and pulled him down so I could kiss him. He pulled it down and sucked me all the way down into his throat and I exploded inside his mouth. He said, "That was another quickie." We talked; he liked it and promised he'd keep trying. Within an hour we were masturbating each other. Within a week he was employed, on a trial basis, by a local paint store and it became permanent at the end of two weeks. He was very popular with the customers, especially the women, including my mom. He let her check out as many wallpaper books as she wanted at one time to show a client. As a result my restrictions against seeing and talking to him ended which made things a little easier. In a couple of years, I entered high school. Richard and I were more than just friends now – more by far and it was agreed that when I went to college, he'd move so we could stay together. Maybe some of you think what Richard and I did was wrong because of our age difference. All I can say is that in some instances it could have been. In the instance of Richard I don't think it was. He never took advantage of me, never forced his self on me, never attempted to get me to try liquor. He was not the aggressor – I was. I guess you could say I was an man molester. In my opinion our relationship was meant to be and I'm grateful that it happened. THE END. THANKS FOR READING MY STORY.