(MM, Mb, Fb, FMMb, bi, oral, anal, voy, exhib, inc)
Jack is forced into selling his house to settle the divorce and buys into a nice condo where he meets some interesting neighbors...
The following story is a sequel to "Of Men and Boys I, II & III". You may want to read those stories first.
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It wasn't but four months after Tommy moved that Brad and his butt-boy son, Bruce, also moved away. Chad was 13 then and growing like a weed. He was still skinny as a stick, but he had shot up in height. His dick had grown also and made for a pleasant mouthful. Over the next few years, that cock would fill out to an impressive size, just as he filled out muscularly.
It was soon after Chad and I had lost all of our playmates that things really began to sour at home. We had a very nice home, but my wife's constant ragging on me about not making enough money began to wear on me. Teachers make what teachers make. And I rather liked my position as the afterschool tender of the house. It was me who did all the cooking during the week, so what did she have to complain about? Turns out plenty.
According to her, I just took her for granted and didn't tell her often enough that I loved her. That's not true. I told her that every morning before we went to work. Okay, after that, not so much, so maybe she had a point.
I never brought her flowers... Again not exactly true. I always picked up a bouquet at Kroger's on Valentine's Day, along with a box of candy.
I never told her that she was pretty... Hey, she had a nice rack, a very nice rack, not that I ever got to see or play with it much anymore, and I did tell her that she looked nice before leaving for work. In fact she started looking very nice to go to work. I should have suspected something, but...
Then she got a big promotion. Great! More money! We could get her a new car! But along with that promotion she had to work late some nights. Not every week, but once a month or so. Then it was twice a month. Then she had to accompany her boss out of town overnight now and then. She stopped ragging on me, and began to all but ignore me. No nookie tonight! No nookie any night! I began thinking of fucking Chad's ass. He would have let me, I'm sure, but I never acted upon it. Thought about it a lot, but I never went that far with him.
I was genuinely surprised when she told me she wanted a divorce. Divorce! We couldn't afford that! What about Chad? The guilt trip on her didn't work. Our life together was on the rocks, and I had no say in the matter. Actually the divorce went rather smoothly and amicably. We didn't hate each other. Fact was we just didn't really love each other anymore. To be honest, I wasn't all that upset about it.
Then she tells me that her boss' wife had finally died of cancer and that she was moving in with him! He was fucking my wife while his wife was dying? Good god! The cad! What did she see in him? When he picked her up from the house in his Mercedes, I knew what she saw in him. The gold digging bitch!
But the costs! In addition to the attorney fees, she wanted me to sell our house. Sell my house! Either that or buy her out. I didn't have the cash to do that, so I put it up for sale. Within a few weeks, Chad and I had nowhere to live! Reluctantly I agreed to give her custody; in exchange she didn't ask for child support nor half of my retirement funds. Furnishings? I got to keep what I wanted. The rest I was free to sell. All in all it wasn't a bad deal. Financially, it could have been much worse.
Even worse for my ego, I expected Chad to hate living with his mom and his step-father to be. He didn't. He liked all the new toys, the lake house, the ski boat and the jet skis, not to mention the sailing trips in the Caribbean or the skiing trips to Vail. My trusty john boat just didn't measure up anymore. To be fair, he did miss the freedom I offered him; the freedom to go about nude and engage in taboo sexual activities.
I began looking around for a place. I really didn't want a yard to maintain, so I looked to buy a condo with my half of the net proceeds from the house. And I found one, a two bedroom unit with a balcony and view of the building next door in a mini-high rise. A bit pricey, but I figured I could manage. And I could, just barely.
Within a few weeks I hated it. I hated coming home to nothing and to no one. Of course Chad came over. I'd pick him up at school every Wednesday afternoon and he stayed with me every other weekend. Those were the good times. I rather enjoyed him crawling in bed with me nude on the nights he slept over; he seemed to enjoy it too... Did I mention that he enjoyed sucking my cock? I certainly enjoyed sucking his cock whenever the opportunity arose. But never did he have a friend like Tommy or Brad sleep over, so I wasn't getting any boy pussy. But those times were only on the weekends he stayed with me, on Wednesdays not so much. Oh, we'd sometimes blow each other if he didn't have any homework that needed to get done.
So with nothing to do most evenings and no money to go out and have some fun, I decided that I needed to get second job to supplement my teacher's pay. After a month or two of seriously looking, I found one. A part time job as a police dispatcher. Initially the hours weren't too bad. 4 PM to 8 PM three days a week. Those hours sometimes stretched to midnight, but hell, I didn't have anything else to do. It was interesting work if nothing else, what with the burglaries, robberies, shootings, gory traffic accidents and domestic issues to name just a few. Of course I didn't get directly involved in any of that, I just took the call and sent the nearest patrol car and/or ambulance to where ever they were needed. Sometimes the phone calls themselves got rather intense, what with some woman on the other end screaming while her husband/boyfriend beat the living hell out of her. Those calls were disturbing.
So, I had worked late one night and got in after midnight. I needed to unwind, and rather than hitting the booze, I hit the sauna down in the condo's gym. It being late, I figured no one would be in the gym, so nude, I wrapped a towel around me and headed down the stairs. Sure enough, I didn't run into anyone and no one was in the gym. The men's sauna was likewise empty. Alone, I climbed to the top bench and unwrapped the towel to get a good heat soak.
Five minutes into it, I saw through the glass door a fellow, wrapped in a towel coming my way through the showers. I didn't bother to cover up when he came in. He saw me, said hello and climbed up to sit on the bench at right angles to mine. He was a good looking guy, maybe 29, and obviously fit. He was a friendly sort and started up a conversation with me, which gave him cover for looking at me. Soon he opened his towel and we sat and chatted, each openly checking out the other's sweaty body and junk.
I quickly learned his name, Jason, and the fact that he lived on the sixth floor with his girlfriend and her eleven year old son. I also learned that he had a karate school and also did a side business as a personal trainer.
Not wanting to let our budding friendship slip away, after a half hour of sweating my ass off, I invited him up to my third floor pad for a beer. He was game. We showered off, side by side, and then after he retrieved his gym bag from the locker room, climbed the back stairs to my condo.
The first thing I did after offering him a seat was to lose the towel. Then nude, I walked to the kitchen, confident that his eyes were on my buttocks, pulled two cold ones from the fridge, then walked back to where he was sitting. I handed him his beer and standing before him eyelevel with my cock, I took a long swig. I looked back down at Jason. Our eyes meet. Maybe there is something to telepathy because he received my mental message, leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth. Soon we were on the floor in a sixty nine.
After we both got our rocks off, Jason left. It was, after all, very late and I had my shop class first thing in the morning.
Jason became a frequent visitor to my apartment. There was never any question as to why he was there. Quickly we became more than just suck-buddies and began revealing more and more about each other. One evening, I had accidently left out one of my albums of 5" X 7" black and white photos of Chad and Tommy and Brad. I had been perusing it the night before, remembering the "good old days" of having frequent access to willing boys and their bodies. I didn't notice it was out in the open until Jason had it open and was thumbing through the pages.
"You like young boys I see," he commented not looking up from the explicit photos.
I thought, 'Oh, fuck,' not at all sure what he thought about boy-porn.
I breathed a sigh of relief when he opened his shorts, took out his cock and began fondling himself. Every so often, he'd stop on a page and mutter, "Oh, fuck, yeah!"
He looked up at me and said, "You're a dirty bastard, aren't you? Who are these boys?"
"My son and his friends," I answered.
"Fuckin' aye, Jack," he muttered and began slowly stroking.
He turned to another page of 5" X 7" black and white glossy photos. He looked up and held the photo album up so I could see the full frontal nude photo of my son lying on the sofa at my old house. "This is Chad, isn't it?" He had met Chad just a few days before. It was a Wednesday and Chad and I were just coming in through the condo lobby from having dinner across the street. Jason and his girlfriend's boy, Connor, were dressed for karate and were heading out. We stopped and chatted for a while. Chad was 14 then; Connor, a strapping eleven, stocky and solid.
"Yes, it is Chad," I admitted. The photo had been taken less than two years before, and Chad's features hadn't changed all that much, except he was more muscular and his dick had grown.
"Who are these other boys?" Jason asked obviously excited.
"Friends of Chad," I replied reluctant to give out any names even though Tommy and Brad no longer lived anywhere near here.
He returned his attention to the lewd pornographic photos. He held up the album and pointed to a pic, a close up of Tommy blowing a big dick, my dick.
"Is that your dick?" he asked. "It is your dick," he quickly stated before I answered. "See the mole on your groin? Yeah, that's your dick, Jack." With a grin he added, "I should know."
He turned his attention back to the photo album. "This is some great shit you have here, buddy! Fuck..."
Well, he wasn't at all appalled by what he was seeing, that's for sure. Finishing the album, he started at the beginning again and asked, "You have anymore pics like these?"
"Yeah, a few more," I admitted. Actually I had hundreds of nude boy photos taken over the course of four years.
"I've only seen a few like these before," he said. "And not nearly as good. Grainy Polaroids taken at summer camp. What kind of camera do you use?"
"A Nikon F. Tri-X film."
"Anything in color?"
"No. I don't have the equipment to process color, and you can't exactly drop these off at a Speedy-Photo. Black and white is easy to work with, and very discrete."
"You have your own darkroom?" he asked.
"Yeah, I have it set up in the spare bathroom. I mainly photograph my students' projects."
"And naked boys sucking cock and taking cock up the butt!" he added with a laugh.
"I don't do boys too often anymore," I replied.
"How come?"
"Lack of suitable models."
"You sell these photos?"
"No. Those are for my private collection only."
"You need a new boy to model for you?"
"I've decided that it is on the whole, way too dangerous."
"You want to photograph Connie?"
"Connie?"
"Connor, my girlfriend's boy. He's naked half the time in the apartment and he's not shy. His mom, she likes to see him nude. I don't mind, either," he added with a laugh. "Of course, I'd want copies of everything. You know, to make into an album and give to Cindy. She'll get a kick out of it."
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Sure! I'll have to clear it with Cindy, but like I said, she'll get a kick out of it."
I got a call the next morning. It was a Saturday and I had planned on sleeping in, but the damned phone...
"Jack? Jason," the familiar voice said. "Cindy said she'd have to think about it... you know the photo thing with Connie. But I'm sure she'll come around. She's done some nude modeling herself and she wants... Well, she wants a modeling fee for Connie."
"Look, I thought I'd do it as a favor to you, Jason," I replied. "I'm not selling any of it and I'm not paying anything. You want me to take pictures of Connie, fine, I'll take them and print them, but I'm paying anyone anything."
"Oh, okay, I hear you." He hung up. I was awake by then and got up. It wasn't my weekend with Chad, so I didn't have a damned thing to do, but mope around feeling sorry for myself. I considered having Jack Daniels for breakfast, but thought better of it. I ate some leftover Chinese and decided that I'd just go downstairs and workout for an hour or two and see if that didn't brighten my mood.
So I'm busting my balls for an hour or so when Jason shows up. He immediately begins harping on me about my form. I didn't take offense, as he knew what he was talking about. Besides I was getting for free what he charged others for, so I had no complaints. After he worked my ass to exhaustion, we hit the sauna for fifteen minutes.
"You look like you could use a massage," he said while we sat there sweating, not that I wasn't already sweating. "Come on. My treat."
We showered, dressed and went upstairs. But not to my apartment, but to his. I hadn't been up there before. Connor was there, playing Nintendo in his underwear. He hardly noticed that we were there. The layout was exactly like my unit, only furnished better. But, instead of a kitchen table in the dining nook, there was a massage table.
"Is your mother gone?" Jason asked the boy who barely took the time to reply, "Left a few minutes ago."
Jason turned to me and said, "She's gone for the rest of the day. Maybe until tomorrow. She has this rich client who likes for her to ride around on his back like a horse whipping his bare ass."
"You're kidding."
Jason laughed, "No, I'm not. Now get undressed and get up on the table, face down to begin with."
I stripped down to my underwear.
"Everything," he admonished as he strapped on a belt that held a bottle of massage oil.
I looked over at the boy who wasn't paying any attention to us and dropped my drawers. As I climbed onto the table, he paused long enough to look at me, grinned and went back to playing.
"You don't use smelly stuff, do you?" I asked. "I don't want to end up smelling like a flower or like a cheap whore."
"No, I only use unscented oils," he said as he began rubbing my shoulders.
"Don't you put a towel over me or something?" I mumbled into the face cradle.
"No, it just gets in the way. You're not shy are you?"
"No, not particularly."
Let me tell you, Jason was good with his hands, very good and he left nothing untouched. I actually dozed off while he was working on the back of my thigh, but I was wide awake when he worked my buttocks. And as he dug down deep in my butt crack, I knew that this was going to more than just a straightforward massage. By then I knew quite a bit about Jason and a few things about Cindy.
Jason had been a champion high school wrestler and had gotten into martial arts. After high school, he trained as a massage therapist. It was through his work as a masseuse that he met Cindy. She too was giving massages, to business men and others willing to pay for extra services. His clientele was mostly well heeled women who enjoyed a young man's full attention to their every need. The apartment was actually owned by one of Cindy's clients. Once the client's wife had divorced him, he no longer needed a place for discrete meetings with his girlfriends, like Cindy. Lately Jason had stopped giving massages for a living, having found that he made more money teaching karate and jujitsu to young kids and as a personal trainer.
After he had worked my back for nearly forty minutes, he had me turn over. To my surprise, Conner was standing next to table watching. Well, let him watch, I concluded as Jason began once again at my head and shoulders and worked his way down. As he got closer and closer to my groin, I was expecting him to fondle me, but he bypassed my cock... for the moment. Once he'd given me the best foot massage of my life, he worked back up my leg. Applying more oil to his hands, he grinned at me and took my cock in hand.
Oh, my god! That had to have been the best handjob ever! And while he repeatedly slipped my oily slick dick through his hands, Connor was right there watching. Watching right up until the moment I began and while I was erupting.
Oh, fuck... did that ever feel good! I was buzzing with my eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of a great cum when I heard, "Clean him up."
A moment later and my hot spent cock was engulfed in a warm wet mouth. I opened my eyes and confirmed that it was young Connor's mouth doing the cleanup. He mouthed my oily wet limp noodle and scoured my oily balls and my pubes for every drop of semen he could lap up. I don't know why I was surprised, but Connor had lost his underwear somewhere along the way.
'That was certainly a grand climax,' I thought as Connie, as Jason called him, moved away. I was motionless for a long moment, with my eyes closed, savoring the experience and not wanting it to be over, not just yet, even though I had been on the table for well over an hour already.
"Turn over, Jack. Face down."
'Yes! He's not finished!' I said in my mind. Immediately he went for the butt. Rubbing and mauling each cheek. Soon he was taking liberties with my anus with two, and then three fingers.
"I'm going to fuck your ass," he whispered in my ear.
The fingers were removed and he climbed up on top of me. My legs were already spread out and I felt the head of his cock nestle into me. I turned my head and saw Connor there watching everything as Jason slid deep into my rectum. I hadn't been fucked in the butt since before my golf buddy, Brad, had moved away. Still, there was no discomfort, as I had willed my anal ring to relax and let the invading cock have its way. Mmmm, I missed this more than I realized.
Jason sodomized me for a good ten minutes before unloading in my ass. He moved off and told Connor once again to clean me up. My ass cheeks were pried apart and to my disbelief, Connie nuzzled his face into my ass and began licking my loose cummy asshole. Jason removed the face cradle and stuck his dick, fresh from my ass, into my face. I'd never done anything this nasty before, but I did it, I sucked his dick fresh from my ass.
After my ass had been thoroughly fucked and sucked, Jason and I had a couple of beers while Connie went back to his Nintendo game. How many Saturday afternoons had I spent like this with Brad and his son Bruce, along with my son and sometimes Tommy, lying about naked and sucking and fucking while the wife was off at work? The only difference was the setting and there was only one boy and not two or three available for man-boy sex.
After a bit, Jason says, "Connie. Get some pants on, boy."
"Why?" Connor answered.
"We're going downstairs to Jack's. He wants to take some photos of you... naked."
I shot Jason a look.
"And this is going to be surprise for your mother," he added, "so you have to keep it a secret."
"Oh, okay." Connie put the controller down, rose and slipped on his tightie-whities.
"You're going to need more clothes than that," Jason told him.
"Why?"
"We're going downstairs and you can't go walking around half naked."
Connie shrugged and disappeared into a bedroom. Meanwhile Jason and I dressed. Connie came out with pair of cutoffs on and nothing else.
"Go put on a shirt," Jason told him clearly annoyed. "And shoes!" he added as Connie disappeared back into the bedroom. A moment later he was back, with a shirt and flip flops.
We went down the three flights of stairs to my floor and apartment not meeting a soul. Once inside, Jason told Connor to get undressed. The boy gave him an exasperated look as if to say, "Make up your mind," but he did as he was told. Meanwhile I found my Nikon F and loaded up a fresh roll of Tri-X. Then from the spare bedroom, I brought out a couple of reflectors and slaved strobe flashes on their tripods. Within minutes I was ready, as was Connor. I powered him up to reduce glare and started with him lying on the sofa. Other than me suggesting poses, Connor proved to be a photogenic natural. Never once did I have to coax a rakish smile from him.
Before we stopped for a bite to eat, I had shot up six rolls, mostly of just him in a variety of poses, but also with him sucking Jason's dick and Jason fucking him in the ass. I got my dick sucked too and sampled his well trained ass.
Noting Conner's willing eagerness to be used, I had to ask Jason how long the kid had been spreading his ass cheeks.
"Since he was born," I was told. "You know the guy whose apartment we live in? He likes little boys, as well as whores like Cindy. He also likes to watch Cindy with him, sucking his dick, having him suck her pussy and tits and fucking her... Yes, he fucks his mother; for the entertainment of her clients. Think he's too young to do that? Think again."
Damn, and I sometimes felt guilty about having sex with Chad.
I spent Sunday in my makeshift darkroom set up in the spare bathroom which served the spare bedroom. Most shots were trash, eyes closed, glowing eyes, stupid expressions, not showing enough flesh, poor exposure settings, whatever. This was typical of shooting a set like this. Maybe a professional would have done better, but I had dozens of nicely lewd photos. I selected the best twenty four, and printed up two copies each on 5" X 7" paper. I would keep one set for myself and make an album for Jason. That evening I presented the album to Jason. He was very happy with the results.
Two weeks after the photo shoot, Jason offered me another massage. It wasn't my weekend with Chad, so I eagerly accepted. Cindy was there this time. Connie was there too, but he was naked playing Nintendo. The entire time I was there he was naked. I concluded that his mother did like to keep him naked.
Cindy was very happy with photo album and requested that I make some additional prints of several of the photos. Then it was up on the massage table for me. Naked of course and never covered.
While Jason worked down my back, I turned my head and saw Connie, lying back with his head in his mother's lap and she was fondling him. She smiled at me while she tweaked his stiffie. Damn!
On my back I expected Jason to give me another handjob. Oh, he played with me, but he didn't get my rocks off. He didn't tell me to roll back onto my stomach either and ended the session. Relaxed, but somewhat disappointed, I rose and when I did, I saw that Cindy was now nude on the sofa and Connie was between her legs eating her out. Damn! Cindy, who was 28 or so, was a good looking babe, both in and out of her clothes.
"You want to fuck her?" Jason asked casually. I didn't need to be asked twice. After all, I liked women better than other guys, it just that I hadn't had sexual access to a woman in years.
Jason moved Conner from his mother's pussy and with outstretched arms, she invited me to climb aboard. Let me tell you, that woman knew how to use her cunt muscles. Best fuck I'd ever had! But alas, I didn't last long, and all too quickly I was done.
As I moved off Cindy with a limp dripping dick, I thought it was all over. But she wasn't done. "Connie, get him hard for Mommy," my disbelieving ears heard her say. Connie didn't waste any time attaching his lips to my flaccid cock wet with a mix of his mother's pussy juice and my cum. Meanwhile Jason ran a slippery finger up my asshole. I was up and ready in no time.
We moved the proceedings from the cum stained sofa to her big bed. She wanted to ride my cock, so I was on my back and she mounted up. I always enjoyed this position with my ex-wife, as I could play with her tits while we fucked. My ex had nothing to be ashamed of in the tit department, but Cindy's big hooters were a sight to behold, especially bouncing about within inches of my face. I was ready for some serious titty playtime, but Connie displaced my right hand with his mouth on her nipple. Okay, I can share; one for me and one for the kid. But then he backed up straddling his mom and put his ass on my face.
Fortunately he didn't reek. He had a smell, to be sure, an ass smell, but it wasn't too overpowering. It really felt good when Connie had licked my asshole two weeks before and I gave it a try. Not my favorite, I'd rather eat a ripe pussy, but I gave it my best. We rolled around in the bed for the next hour or so, taking up different positions in different combinations. Wildest sex I'd ever had. It ended because Cindy needed to get herself and Connie ready for their date that night. Their date? Holy shit!
Next day I made the prints she asked for.
Late in the afternoon, Jason called. Cindy wanted me to take some photos of her. I wasn't too keen on hauling all the reflectors and slaved strobes up stairs and suggested that we do it at my place. It wasn't too much of a surprise when Cindy came with Connie and Jason in tow. What did surprise me was what Cindy wanted. She wanted some nudes of herself to be sure, but she also wanted photos of her and Connie doing the things that mothers and sons shouldn't do together. I shot up another six rolls of Tri-X.
The results were as raunchy as you'd expect. I picked out the best twenty four and over the next week printed them up and delivered them upstairs. Cindy was thrilled with the results. It wasn't until a few weeks later that I learned why she wanted the photos... to advertise her services and Connie's services, either together or solo. I was appalled. She was prostituting not only herself, but her boy! It wasn't too much of a reach to realize Jason was a prostitute himself. And I was facilitating it. Sex for the fun of it, no matter how perverse, is one thing, but selling yourself and your flesh and blood for cash was a bit too much.
I had no doubt that this was going to end badly and distanced myself from the whores up on the sixth floor. Sure enough, six months later, they were busted. Prostituting a minor? They throw away the key for that sort of thing. For months I expected a knock on the door with a frowning group of men with a search warrant. It never came, but I moved all my photo albums out of the condo. I placed them in a foot locker and a friend from school graciously let me store some of my personal stuff in his storage locker.
In "Of Men and Boys V" - Fed up with ever increasing condo fees, Jack sells and buys himself an Airsteam trailer and moves into a RV park...
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