The Little Boy Next Door - Part 1
by Coproman
(M/b, oral)


I'm not sure when the "bomb" went off in my head, but I think it must have
been when I was about seventeen years old.  Not that I hadn't had perverted
sexual thoughts before, but for some reason at that age they took the first
small step of what would turn out to be a giant leap of lust.  It began with
a fundamental change in my fantasies.  Suddenly, instead of fantasizing
about fucking the good-looking teenaged girls I saw on the street, I dreamed
of having my face plastered between their ass cheeks as they farted.

But I dared not tell any of that to Sharon, my girlfriend at the time.  As
much as she enjoyed fucking, she was still fairly straitlaced, and the one
time I had ventured downward from eating her pussy and stuck my nose into
her anus, she had flinched in surprised then said, "No, don't.  It makes me
feel dirty."  I had thought seriously about ending the relationship at that
point and taking up with someone who was more willing to indulge me, but it
wasn't as if I could walk up to just any girl in high school and say, "Hey,
Baby, would you go out with me and fart in my face?"  I had this nightmare
of being labeled "The Fart Freak" and being humiliated right out of school.
Besides, being black, I kind of liked the idea of having a cute
squeaky-clean blue-eyed blonde girlfriend like Sharon, so I was willing to
make some sacrifices.  But holding onto her as a trophy left me with a
fetish I had no way of satisfying except through reading stories and
masturbating, both of which I tended to do a lot.  The only ways
 I could think of to actually experience my little perversion were by hiring
a prostitute--which, at my age and living at home in Harlem with my parents,
I certainly couldn't afford to do--or by initiating someone young and
inexperienced, someone who wasn't old enough to be judgmental because he/she
had no preconceived notions about sex.  It took two years for the latter
opportunity to present itself.

By then I was nineteen.  I had already graduated from high school and had
just finished my freshman year at the local college.  But I was still living
at home, still seeing the same girl, and still frustrated.  That's when Sue,
a single mother, and her two children, a boy and a girl, moved into the
vacant apartment next door, and somehow I knew right away that the "giant
leap of lust" was about to happen and that, from this point on, my sexual
life would never be the same.

The girl, Alicia, was the older at eleven, and the boy, Kip, was only six,
but they were both two of the cutest children I'd ever seen.  The mother,
who was in her mid-thirties, was dark-skinned like me, but both kids were
light-skinned, leading me to believe that their father was either very
light-skinned or white.  The girl looked somewhat like her mother; the boy
looked nothing at all like her.  But the one physical attribute of hers that
both kids shared was her amazing ass.  Sue had a stereotypical black woman's
ass; it was big and round and poked out enticingly, and whenever she wore a
tee-shirt that wasn't tucked in, the tail of it actually sat up on her ass
instead of draping over it.  The moment I saw those same bubble butts on the
kids, I immediately wondered what it would be like to have them sit on my
face, and my pre-teen sex obsession was born.

Now every young kid I saw became the object of my perversion.  Whenever an
elementary school class passed by me on the street, I imagined having my
face stuck between the buns of each good-looking girl and boy, sniffing
their shit odor while waiting to receive their farts.  And just seeing
either Alicia or Kip outside or in the hallway was enough to make me so hard
that I would nearly come in my pants.  I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until
I had initiated a more intimate connection with my new neighbors.

I got my chance much sooner than I expected, and, oddly enough, it came by
way of the boy.  As an only child, I still had nearly all of my old toys, so
one day when Sue and the kids came over to visit, I decided to drag them
out.  While the girl wasn't all that interested, the six-year-old's face lit
up and he nearly dove into the Lego blocks, GI Joes, Hotwheels and other
nostalgic junk.  Soon he was coming over fairly regularly after school and
on the weekends to play with the toys, and, despite our thirteen-year age
difference, we were quickly getting to know each other.

The "breakthrough" day came one Saturday when my parents were out shopping.
Kip had again come over to play with my toys.  As soon as he got started
with one, I snatched it away from him and we got into what had become our
routine of play wrestling.  Usually we would roll around on the floor, with
each of us on top of the other until one of us let the other one pin him.
Afterwards I would run straight to the bathroom, because by then I would
have such a raging erection that I needed to relieve myself right away.
This time, though, something came over me, and while my little neighbor was
on top of me, I wriggled up until his face was in my crotch then grabbed the
back of his head and held him there with his nose pressed firmly against my
hard-on.  The move was so obvious that, even as young as he was, he must
have known what I was doing, and I half-expected him to push away.  So I was
delighted when he went completely limp, closed his eyes, and began to move
his face from side to side, brushing it back and
 forth across my dick.

As I looked down at Kip, I couldn't believe what was happening or that,
being just six, he really understood what he was doing.  But my
19-year-old's hormones had already taken over and, not thinking twice about
what I was about to do, I took my hands off his head, unzipped my jeans, and
pulled out my seven-inch shlong.  Kip opened his eyes long enough to get a
good look at it then closed them again and went back to rubbing his face
back and forth across it.  By then I was leaking pre-orgasm juice, which was
smearing all over his face, but he either didn't mind or didn't notice,
because he didn't stop what he was doing.  Finally I couldn't stand it
anymore.

"Open your mouth," I whispered.

Again the boy didn't miss a beat, as the knob of my penis suddenly
disappeared between his lips and he began to bob his head up and down.  That
first feeling of his warm, wet mouth enveloping my rod was so exciting that
it almost made me come.  I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

"Oh, yeah!  Suck my dick!" I groaned, as I again held on to the back of the
first-grader's head.  And suck he did, with a kind of natural experience
that surprised me.  I started thinking that maybe this wasn't his first time
going down on someone.  But somehow I knew that wasn't true, because along
with the natural experience, there was just enough inexperience in his
technique for me to believe that I had indeed penetrated a virgin mouth.  I
also knew that from this point on Kip would be under my spell, that he would
follow me down whatever sexual path I decided to take; and I planned to take
him on the most perverted hike possible.

But, as horny as I was, I didn't want to move so fast that I risked breaking
that spell, so as I felt my orgasm approaching I brought my hands down to
his cheeks and gently lifted his head up, breaking our connection.  As I
looked down at Kip, whose face was still at the level of my crotch, I placed
my hand on my spit-moistened dick then had him put his hand on top of mine
and, together, we began to jack me off.

Staring intently at my rod as our hands moved rapidly up and down, the boy
asked, "Is that white stuff gonna come outta your thing?"

"Yeah," I said.  "How do you know about that?"

"I saw it in a book I found in Ma's room."

"A porno book?"

"I don't know," he said.  "But it had all these pictures in it of naked
people doin' nasty things to each other, and in one picture white stuff was
comin' out this man's thing.  So I just wanted to know if it was gonna come
out yours too."

I smiled as we continued to double-clutch my dick.  "Yeah," I finally said,
breathing heavily.  "That's what we're trying to do right now, get that
white stuff to shoot out.  It's called 'come' or 'sperm,' and when you get a
little older and you start thinking about the nasty things the people in
that book were doing, white stuff is gonna come out of your dick too."

"But why?"

"It's a long story," I now panted through clenched teeth, as sweat ran off
my forehead.  "But I'll have to tell you later, because right now I have
to--oh, shit!  Fuck!"  Half a second later, a geyser of sperm spewed out of
my dick.

"Oooo!" the six-year-old gasped, his eyes fixed on my spurting weapon; he
giggled with glee as my come coated his hand and wrist.

When I finished ejaculating, Kip slowly removed his hand from my shrinking
penis and held it up to his face.  He seemed fascinated by the sticky gobs
of goo oozing off his fingers.

"Why don't you taste it?" I suggested.

"Uggghh!" he said.  A combination smile/frown came to his face as he glanced
at me then gazed again at his semen-soaked hand.  "That's nasty!"

"Just try a little," I urged.

It was then that I knew for sure that what I'd surmised about Kip being
under my spell was right, because he bravely ignored whatever revulsion he
might have felt and brought his dripping hand even closer to his face.
After sniffing his fingers, he stuck his tongue out and lapped up a small
gob of come.  He smacked his lips and frowned severely, but a little smile
was still evident beneath the surface of the frown.

"So what do you think?" I asked.

Kip, still semi-frowning, just shook his head.

Again, I didn't want to push things too soon, so I just said, "That's okay.
Maybe next time."  I handed him some Kleenex and watched as he carefully
wiped my sperm off his hand.

"Now take off your pants so I can see your dick," I said.

The six-year-old immediately stood up and, with no hesitation, unbuttoned
his jeans, pulling them and his drawers down at the same time.  I smiled
when his erect pecker, with its walnut-sized sack of balls beneath, sprang
to attention.  At three inches, it was long for a six-year-old; but as
impressed as I was by it, I was much more interested in another part of his
body.

"Turn around," I said.

Again without hesitating, Kip turned away from me then bent over, putting
his hands on his knees.  In this position, his full bare bubble butt stuck
proudly out at me, and I marvelled at its light-skinned beauty.  It could
easily have been the ass of a nine- or ten-year-old girl.  Then, seeing his
pants and drawers bunched up around his ankles, I imagined that he had just
lifted that ass off the toilet seat after taking a shit, and the moment I
thought this, I felt my heartbeat go up and a renewed stiffening of my
shlong.

"Just stay that way for a minute," I said, crawling towards him until my
face was right in front of his behind.  Carefully grasping his buns and
placing my thumbs near his asshole, I slowly spread it open and stared
inside.  My heart began to race as a faint odor of shit entered my nostrils
and I spotted several brown stains.  Before I knew what I was doing, I held
onto Kip's pelvis and thrust my entire face into his ass crack, nearly
knocking him over as I buried my nose in his anus.  I then started sniffing
loudly, trying my best to fill my lungs with his young-boy shit odor.

"Yeah, smell my butt!" the boy whispered loudly.  "Smell my doo-doo!"

With deviant thoughts rising up in me again, I managed to pull my face out
of Kip's ass just long enough to say, "Fart for me!  Do it in my face!"

The six-year-old didn't say a word, but I could feel him straining, trying
hard to comply with my freaky request.  But it was no use; he simply
couldn't come up with any gas.  A part of me wanted to stick my tongue in
his asshole, but I wasn't quite ready to take that next step, so I limited
myself to thoroughly smelling his shitty ass.  I was ready, though, to probe
his anus with my finger, but the moment I resolved to do this, I heard
footsteps approaching the front door and keys turning in the lock.  Kip
quickly pulled up his pants and drawers, I zipped up, and by the time my
parents passed through the living room with their bags of groceries, the two
of us were casually stretched out on the carpet playing with my Lego blocks.

"Well, Mr. College Student," my mother laughed, "did you enjoy your
six-year-old playmate while we were gone?"

"Sure did," I replied.  "In fact, I can't wait for him to come back over
next time so we can play again."  Kip and I just looked at each other and
grinned; we both knew that this was just the beginning of a long, exciting
journey.


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