Neighbors Helping Neighbors

Closing the door to Miss Terry's house I couldn't help but be a little pissed off. Who does she think she is talking to me like that? I'm starting to understand why her husband left her in the first place. Cold hearted bitch!! I get kicked out and left with this laundry list of things that I need to do, nothing that she needs to do, everything that I need to do. I'm done with this. I'm taking her money and telling her to get bent. This whole thing was her idea in the first place!! Now she is going to get all pissy with me because I'm not the greatest sexual person she is ever had? Well excuse me for not being a whore!!

I undo the lock to the house and before the door is all the way open I'm met by my mom's voice.

"How did it go honey?" She says with way too much excitement. "When are you going to start working? How much is she paying you? Do you need anything from us?"

The barrage of questions was a little much after the already disappointing night, "It's not that much, mom. Can I get inside please?"

My mom soon realizes that she is crowding the doorway, "Oh, sorry Wally. Come in and tell me."

"There isn't much to say" I turn and close the door and face my mother. "She said she wasn't feeling me cleaning her house but said that she would call me if there was anything else that needed to be done, like cleaning the gutters and raking up leaves. Nothing too serious."

My mom looked at me with an angry face, "That isn't what we agreed upon! I should walk right over there and speak my mind to her."

I watched as my mom grabbed her coat to head outside, I almost wanted to let her go just to interrupt Miss Terry's masturbation session but I thought better of it. I grab my mom's coat and put it back in the closet.

"Just let it go. At least she agreed to help me out a little bit. I'll take what I can get until I find something more permanent."

She still looked a bit upset but calmed down a bit. When she took a couple of deep breathes she said, "You're right, I guess. You better be looking for something permanent!! I'm tired of looking at you."

I couldn't help but be a little relieved watching my mother walk back to the living room with my dad, who hadn't moved from his chair and newspaper. I began to head up the stairs to my room when my mom shouted, "Do something about your hair!! I'm sure that you looking like a shitbag didn't help your cause any."

I roll my eyes and make my way up to my bedroom. I push my door open and relief floods over my whole body. I'm back in my sanctuary. I crumple up the yellow paper and throw it in the trash. I'm done with that crap. I walk over to my bed and flop down in the middle, staring at the ceiling and the bright red Ferrari that I look at and dream about every night. I close my eyes and dream about the top down, cruising through some curvy road on the coast of France with some beautiful dark haired woman in the passenger's seat.

I'm stuck in a trance of happiness when I suddenly open my eyes and begin to think, how can I get that kind of money? This is really kind of good thing I have going here, how can I improve on that? I sit up from my bed and eyeball the lone crumpled piece of paper that is in my garbage can and a begin thinking about what future can come from that one piece of paper. I think about all my friends and the jobs that they do flipping burgers, construction, or working as some bus boy in some crappy restaurant for minimum wage, and I don't want that. I want to be someone else and that paper is the key.

I walk over and pull the paper out of the can, as I do I also end up pulling a piece of gum that is attached to the bottom of the can but is also attached to my paper. I grab another piece of paper and wrap it around the gum and yank the whole gob of gum off of my key to success. I throw the gum paper in the can and unfold the yellow paper on my desk and begin to read through some of the things that were highlighted thinking that I might be able to knock of few of them out tonight.

I already know what the first thing is going to be on the list, so I go to the bathroom and grab the hair clippers set that my dad uses to shave his head. I know it is pretty fucked up to trim your pubes with your dads clippers, but I'm sure there is a long list of people that my dad has pissed off that will get a warm feeling deep in their hearts knowing that someone is getting back at him somehow. Heading back to my room with clippers in hand I feel something that I haven't felt in a long time, drive. I know what I want to do and I'm going for it and there is nobody that is going to stop me.

Getting back to my room, immediately close my door and lock it. I throw the clippers on the bed and close the curtain to my window. I look at the full body mirror that is hanging on the back of my door and start to flex my arms. I try for all it is worth but I can't even get a little bump to appear on my arms. I think to myself, screw this, I need a no bullshit assessment of what I have and what I want to have, so I take off my shirt and throw it on the floor. I undo my pants and pull my pants and my underwear down all at the same time. I stand up and look at myself in the mirror and see my socks still on, so I reach over and pull them off and toss them over with my pile of clothes.

Looking at myself in the mirror I began to understand why Miss Terry was so disappointed; I looked kind of nasty. How is it possible to be six foot two and be this skinny? You could see my ribs for god sake. I have to do something about this, I thought, but first thing is first. I gaze at the hair that surrounds my cock and balls and know that it must go. I grab the clippers and plug them into the wall socket and then I grab my garbage can and put it under where I'm going to be shaving my pubes. I turn on the clippers and look at the patch of pubic hair one more time before I begin to start shaving.

I begin by taking off small pieces at a time instead of trying to shave it all off at once because I really don't want to nik something that I will need in the future. Slowly I trim the hair from the top of my dick stopping every once in a while to take a look in the mirror at the work I'm doing. When I'm satisfied at how the top of my cock looks I begin working around my sides and my balls.

My balls hang down fairly low, so I lift them up one side at a time and trim them down to as close as I'm comfortable without shaving them completely. I lift my balls all the way up and take the trimmer and start at my asshole and shave forward towards my balls. I run the trimmer over my asshole and between my legs a few more times until I feel satisfied.

I turn around and have my ass facing the mirror and slowly begin shaving my ass. It isn't too difficult because I don't have that much hair on my ass cheeks, but I figure since I'm here might as well make sure there is nothing for her to complain about next time. I move the trimmers up and down over my ass cheeks and make every attempt to clean off any hair from my ass.

I turn around once I think my ass is well enough and turn off the trimmers. I stand in front of the mirror and look at my package and I feel awesome! I have never trimmed my pubes before and the first thing I notice was how wonderful the feeling of fresh air finding its way through all my freshly shaven areas. I look down at my cock and think, where have you been all this time? You look absolutely amazing.

I reached down and grab my cock with my hand and squeeze it until it begins to swell up. I lift it up and let it flop down and dangle back between my legs. I rock my hips until my cock and balls are both swinging in rhythm to my movement; slapping up against my stomach and then back behind to my asshole.

I'm not sure if it is the swinging or air that is rushing through but I'm starting to get turned on by it all. I can't help but enjoy the fresh feeling of my cock and balls being nice and clean cut and soon find myself closing my eyes and stroking my cock.

I begin to think about how I should have fucked Miss Terry, taking my time and slowly eating out her sweet pussy while I my hand play with her nice big tits. I lick her pussy and suck on her clit making her squirm and shift in the couch and right before her body tenses up I stop and look her in her green eyes. I want to pull her up so that her auburn hair will flow over me but instead I get up on my knees and tickle her pussy with my fat cock.

I open my eyes, because I want to see just how fat of a cock I really have, and look in the mirror and am completely amazed. My cock is standing hard as a rock looking back at me. I turn to the side and check myself out to see what it looks like from the side and it is amazing looking. I must stand out to eight inches. I have to know so instead of guessing I go to my drawer and grab a ruler. I put the ruler on top of my cock with the base of the ruler pressed against my lower abdomen and have to flatten out my cock because it has a little bend in it. I measure to the tip and it reads eight and three quarter inches.

Wow! I look down and measure across my cock and it measures almost three inches across, so I figure it is about five to six inches around. I know now why I got another chance at this whole man whore thing.

I turn back to the mirror and figure I better finish what I started, now that I know what kind of a monster I'm working with, and start to jerk off my cock again. This time, though, I don't close my eyes; I look at myself in the mirror and start jerking as hard as I can. I start talking to image of myself in the mirror, "You like that hard cock, you stuck up little slut?! Yeah you do! I see it in your eyes that you want this cock to fill you up. Take as much as you can so you get your money's worth!"

I feel my balls start to tighten up so my mirror conversation changes.

"You want my cum? Take all of it down your fucking throat you fucking slut!"

I start shooting cum everywhere. The first shot lands on my chest in the mirror, the second lands on the edge of the garbage can. The last two shoot on the carpet in front of me.

I look at all the cum around the room and grab an old shirt and begin wiping it all up. First I cleaned the carpet, then the garbage, but when I get to the mirror I look at the huge glob of cum attached and for some reason I felt the need to take a taste. I'm not sure what got over me but I put my finger in the middle and scooped up a piece putting it in my mouth before I could talk myself out of it. It didn't taste at all what I thought it would and the consistency in my mouth just didn't feel right, but I swallowed it anyway. Yuck!! Well at least I know I don't like men's cum. I wiped the remaining off the mirror and the tip of my cock and threw the shirt in the pile of all the other clothes.

I found a pair of sweats in my drawer and threw them on before I grabbed my dad's trimmers to wipe them off the best I could. When I was happy with my cleanup job I returned them back to the bathroom where they belonged, trying to make them look about the same as when I got them. I got back to my room and decided to check off something from the list from the yellow paper. I scratched off the number one thing: Clean up pubic area, and I felt a little bit happy at being able to accomplish that even though it was something easy. I decided to look at the rest of the yellow list and pulled out another piece of paper to write down how I was going to accomplish the items on the yellow list. I figured the white sheet of paper would be things that I needed to accomplish on a daily basis, so it would change daily. The first things on the list are: Get cell phone, find some decent clothes, hygiene items (razor, shaving cream, toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, comb) , haircut.

I also added exercise to the list; I figured if I needed to get into shape then the only way to do so would be to work out every day. The only problem with that is I'm a total gamer and I haven't worked out a day in my life, so I went online and did some research on exercises and what will do what for your body. I sat down and read every article on exercises to perform, what diets get the best results, and how often I should conduct my work out. I was so engulfed in how to get into shape that I didn't even bother to look at the time, one fifteen in the morning. Shit, I thought, if I'm going to start getting serious about this then I better get some sleep.

I threw my notes together on my desk and turned off the computer but left out the list of things that needed to be done tomorrow. Then I laid down on my bed, looking up at the Ferrari and smiling as I dosed off to sleep.