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GETTING A HAND FROM A NEIGHBOR

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by Rock Hard I was a "late bloomer" when it came to jacking off -- I only came for the first time when I was almost sixteen. Sure, I had stroked my hard cock before, just never until I squirted manjuice. My dick was about six inches long, and the head turned dark red when I had a boner. It stuck straight out from my body, and my balls were fat and round. One day, I was all alone at home -- Dad was at work, Mom would be gone shopping for hours -- so I decided, what the hell? Why hide in the bathroom or under my covers? Out from under the bed I dug my secret stash: a few gay porn mags I had gotten from a friend. One of these guys in these pictures really turned me on: he had big brown eyes, dark curly hair, and a rod about nine inches long. He was uncut, and the delicately veined foreskin bunched over the end of his flaring dickhead when he stroked. I stretched out on the living room floor and opened the mag to his picture. At first, I just rubbed myself slowly, pinching my long, tapered German helmet and running my hand up and down the rockhard shaft. After a few minutes, I sped up, and the I felt my first orgasm building up inside me, a deep, hard itch way down at the bottom of my shaft, and the next thing I knew, I shot at least four wads of loose, juicy cum -- my jizz has always been runny, dripping down my hand, spattering all over my belly and chest. Well! From that day on, I shot my wad every minute I was alone. Sometimes I wiped the hot, sticky manjuice off with a pair of underwear or a washcloth; other times, I just pulled my clothes on over it and let it dry on my stomach. One day, I was on the living room floor again, and had forgotten to close the miniblinds over the patio door. I was stroking away, breathing deeply, the head of my cock starting to turn dark purple, when I saw my neighbor looking over the fence. He was in early middle age, a little stocky but really goodlooking, with dark hair and just a touch of gray at the temples. He had been edging along his side of the backyard fence, and it was hard to say which one of us was more surprised! I rolled over out of view, but worried: what if he told my parents? But he never said anything. I'll admit, I was worried a few days later when he rang our bell -- was he going to rat on me?No, he just wanted to ask me if I wanted to earn some money helping him clean out his garage. Sure, I did, and we worked for most of the afternoon, carrying heavy boxes out to the curb and filling trash cans. The sweat soaked his tee shirt and ran down to stain the front of the bathing trunks he was wearing. After a while, we were both soaked with sweat and he said, "Come on in for a drink. Let's cool off." Inside, he offered me a beer. I was underage, but, what the hell? My parents were out of town overnight. I was still hot and sweaty, and the ice-cold beer tasted great. After a minute, he said, "Help yourself to another. I'll be back in a minute." After he left, I wandered around the house for a few minutes. It was then I spied some porn on the coffee table, porn a lot fancier and more expensive than I had at home: lots of full color pictures of red throbbing dicks and lots of wet shots of ropes of hot jizz shooting out. I started reading the mags, and got hard in seconds. I was rubbing my hot boner through my shorts when my neighbor walked back in. I was startled and tried to hide both the magazines and my hardon, but then I saw it wouldn't be necessary: He had stripped and put on a short bathrobe, and his throbbing dick was sticking out of the opening! It was at least two inches longer than mine and curved up. The head was thick and blunt, and he was slowly stroking it with a little lube. A bead of precum glistened in his slit. He smiled. "Ever since I saw you the other day, I wanted to ask you if you'd like a little company." He paused. "Maybe a little help?" Well, you didn't have to ask me twice. I shucked out of my clothes, my rod sticking straight up out of the downy thatch of curly pubes. He unfolded the sofa bed, and we lay down next to each other, one arm around the other's shoulders, the other busy further down! He greased me up with a little lube, which felt wonderful -- I had only done it dry before. His cock was hot, heavy in my hand, twitching with a life of its own. The gee string on the bottom swelled like a thick cord. He gently rubbed my balls, and I held his in my hand. The were big, dangling ones, thick with hair. After a minute, he started to breathe heavily. "Faster!" he begged. "I'm going to come. Damn, I'm going to shoot!" He gasped for breath as his cock suddenly jerked in my hand and spewed two long shots of thick, heavy cum onto his belly hair. A third, smaller squirt dangled off the end of his dark cock. His cum pooled on my hand, hot and sticky. Meanwhile, he kept working on me, and after a minute I felt that old familiar heat rise in my dick, and in a few seconds I spewed a load of steaming manjuice that ran down the underside of his arm. We lay there, breathing heavily for a few minutes, then smiled at each other. I knew this wouldn't be the last time I would get a hand from my neighbor!