My Neighbor Matty

The boy next door, Matty, had just turned 18 and he was prime for the taking.

I watched him through my window as he mowed the lawn, shirtless, in those little tight running shorts he loved to wear that accentuated his juicy bubble butt. The thought of spreading those cheeks to expose his innocent virgin hole sent a quiver through my hardened cock.

"Hey Matty!" I stepped outside and waved him down.

"Hey Mr. Garcia," he took his earphones out.

"I've told you before, call me Michael," I said, striding up to him.

"Well, my parents taught me not to call adults by their first name."

"Well, you're an adult yourself now, Matty," I countered. "The rules have changed."

He looked me up and down, studying me. I wondered if he noticed my hardon through my shorts.

"Well, can you call me Matthew?" he asked.

"But Matty's such a cute name," I said, grabbing his chin.

"Okay," Matty smiled through the discomfort at my touch.

"I was wondering if you could help me out with my yard, I'll pay you."

"Sure," Matty said, always the trooper. "No need to pay me. I'll just finish up my side and come over and do yours."

"Such a good boy," I said. Matty smiled awkwardly.

I watched him through the window as he finished mowing his yard and moved on to mine. That's when he fell into my trap.

My muddy, overwatered yard caught his shoe and he fell face down on the mud. His sexy teen body covered in wet dirt, his shorts clinging to his skin.

"Come inside for water," I called him from the front door.

Matty came in and I closed the door behind him.

"I had a little accident, Mr. Garcia... um, Michael."

"Matty, take your shoes off, you're tracking mud all over the house."

"Oh, sorry," Matty said. He quickly took his shoes and socks off. I grabbed them and threw them out into the front porch.

"I should go home and shower," Matty said. He was starting to shiver from the cold mud covering his body.

"Nonsense," I said. "You can just use my shower."

"Um, that's okay," Matty said. "I can just walk over to my house."

"You're barefoot," I said. "Now what would your parents think of me if I sent you home all muddy and barefoot."

"It's no big deal, I..."

"I insist," I said. "I promise my bathroom is clean. I don't have foot fungus."

Matty stood there awkwardly. I could tell he wanted to say no but he was too polite to do so. I put my hand on his back and guided him to the bathroom.

"There's no shower curtain but don't worry, I'll mop up afterwards. You can just lock the door. Not that anyone would come in." I neglected to tell him that the lock was broken.

I waited to hear the shower start and I quietly opened the door. Matty, lost in thought, didn't notice as I pulled out my phone and took photos of his subtle young body.

The water cascaded down his body washing the mud away. It ran down his firm pecs and his taut torso, down his thick shaft and low-hanging balls, down the curve of his perky ass and into that tempting crack between his cheeks, and down his long legs to his feet.

My cock was throbbing. I gave it a little squeeze to comfort it while it waited.

"Mr. Garcia," Matty yelped as I opened the door all the way and stepped inside. He covered his genitals with one hand and his chest with the other, like a woman.

"Sorry Matty," I said. "Just bringing you this towel."

"Mr. Garcia, please," Matty said. "I'm naked."

"Oh, don't worry," I said. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Besides, you have such a beautiful body, nothing to be ashamed of.

"Mr. Garcia, please. I'm not comfortable right now."

He reached for the towel but I made sure to keep it just a little further from arms reach.

"I've told you to call me Michael."

"Michael," he said. "Can I please have the towel?"

"Turn off the shower, Matty," I said. "You're wasting water."

Matty moved to turn off the shower, trying to show me as little of his body as he could, but I got a full view of that gorgeous ass of his. It was so close I could almost reach it, but not yet.

"Can I have the towel now, Mr. Garcia? Michael!"

"Of course," I said, handing him the towel.

"And some privacy?" Matty said as he wrapped the small towel around his waist.

"It's so cramped in here, why don't you come into my room, I'll give you some shorts you can change into."

I led a hesitant Matty into my bedroom, my hand on his strong back.

"You can wear these," I said, handing Matty a pair of the skimpiest shorts I could find.

I sat on my bed and waited while Matty stood there awkwardly.

"Uh, Mr... Michael?" Matty spoke softly. "Can I have a little privacy?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Michael," I said. "I trust you, but I have a rule of never leaving anyone alone inside my room. Besides, I told you, no need to be shy, we're both guys here."

Matty looked at me for a moment as if he was studying me. Then realizing I was going nowhere he turned around and slowly dropped the towel revealing those beautiful lightly fuzzy peaches of his.

As he pulled the shorts on I grabbed a peek of that delicious-looking virgin hole of his that I knew would be mine soon.

When he finished putting on the shorts he turned around.

"Mr. Garcia," I don't think I can go out wearing these.

In his defense, he was probably right. The tight white shorts hugged his skin leaving little to the imagination. The thin almost transparent fabric gripped his cock and balls, the outline clearly visible.

"What's wrong with them, Matty? Men used to wear those all the time when I was younger," I lied. "Come here, I'll adjust them for you.

Gullible Matty stepped towards me. I don't know what he thought I would be adjusting.

I pretended to adjust the shorts, gently sliding the tips of my fingers in and out of the shorts. I pulled on the thin fabric, his cock growing a little from the friction. My hand "accidentally" graced the head of his young cock.

"Mr. Garcia," Matty said, stepping back a little.

"Oh! I'm sorry," I said. "My hand slipped a bit. You know what, you're right. These shorts are too small on you.

I stood up and walked over to the dresser.

"We don't want to give your mom a shock," I said. "Let me find some shorts you can fit into."

I picked up a wide box from the closet and gave it to him. It wasn't too heavy but it was enough to occupy his hands.

"Hold this," I said. "Be careful, it's fragile.

"These will do!" I pulled out a random pair of shorts. I didn't matter what they looked like, he wasn't gonna be wearing them any time soon.

"Now let's remove these shorts," I got down on my knees and pulled Matty's shorts down to his ankles, my face was now in perfect view of his beautiful 18 year old cock and balls.

"Mr. Garcia!" Matty whined. He tried to put the box down but he was too far from the bed and from the dresser, and he couldn't move too well with my hands on his legs and the tight shorts at his ankles.

"Oh, you've got a beautiful penis," I said to Matty.

I grabbed Matty's semi-erect cock and began to gently stroke it.

"Mr. Garcia! What are you doing?"

"I bet the girls love this," I whispered as I kept stroking him, my other hand playing with his large balls.

"Mr. Garcia, please let go of me!" Matty whined. He tried to pull away but there was not much he could do with the tight shorts around his ankles and the box in his hands.

I began to circle his cockhead with my tongue, sending shivers of pleasure through Matty's virgin body.

"Mr. Garcia, please, this isn't right!" Matty moaned as he tried to stop out of the shorts. But even if he succeeded my hands were firmly gripping his hips.

Matty's cock began to harden despite his pleas as my mouth wrapped around his cock, my tongue expertly working his cock head.

"Mr. Garcia," Matty moaned, his eyes closed, his struggle weakening.

"Call me Michael," I said as I licked up and down his now solid hard shaft.

"Michael, please," Matty begged, his body bent forward in titillation, his cock head now drenched in precum.

I continued to service the young man, bobbing my head up and down as his cock hit the back of my throat, my nose taking in the smell of those freshly washed teenage pubes.

As I sucked on his cock I began to massage his butt. Matty's fighting had completely stopped, his body giving in to the pleasure my mouth was bringing him.

My hand slowly moved between his cheeks to his crack, my digits circled his tight virgin hole.

Matty panicked as I inserted my thick finger up his ass, breaking through that tight virgin entrance.

"Mr. Garcia, no!" Matty cried trying his hardest to pull away.

My finger found his prostate and I began to caress it.

"Help!" Matty shouted and he lunged back sending us both flying to the ground.

The fall plunged my finger up Matty's ass further than I had intended. Matty shot his load into my mouth and I swallowed every load as he wriggled on the floor, the box forgotten on the ground but his hands making no effort to push me off.

I managed to pull my finger out of his ass as his tender cock gushed its last drops of cum and began to soften.

"Matty, I told you that box was fragile," I scolded him.

"Mr. Garcia, why'd you do that?" he whined, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Now, don't try to turn this on me, Matty," I said. "You're the one who shot his load in my mouth. You know how disgusting that is? Now what would your mother think if she found out you did that?"

Matty looked up at me, confused; he didn't know what to say.

"Now, since you did that to me, it's only fair I do the same to you," I said.

I got on the bed and pulled out my throbbing erection. You wouldn't know it from looking at me but I have a thick eight inch cock.

Matty's eyes locked on my shaft.

"Mr. Garcia, I have to go home," Matty said, reaching for the shorts. "I'll just wear these shorts."

"No!" I said, snatching the shorts away. "You've been very naughty today, Matty. Do you think this is how men are supposed to behave?"

"Mr. Garcia," Matty said, looking down at the ground. He covered his genitals with his hands.

"Now," I said. "You shot a load in my mouth, do you think it's right for you to leave without letting me shoot one in yours?"

Matty hung his head in shame. There was nothing he could say.

"Now crawl over here and start working.

Hesitant, Matty slowly crawled over to me until he was on all fours in between my legs, his back arched and perky butt up in the air. He looked up at me, his eyes pleading.

"Good boy," I said, caressing his hair. "Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue.

Matty did as he was told. I gently slapped the head of my cock on his pink tongue, the precum spashed into his mouth. A tear rolled down his face. Who would have thought this strapping young man would be down on his knees with his neighbor's cock on his tongue.

"Now close your lips," I said.

Matty closed his lips around my cock and I began to gently guide the head of my cock in and out of his previously virgin mouth.

Matty was quietly sobbing now as my cock invaded his throat. I caressed his cheeks gently.

"There, there," I spoke softly

.

I wanted so badly to push my whole throat down his throat, make him gag and choke, but his angelic face and his pleading eyes stirred my heart and I decided to wait until our next encounter.

"Use your tongue," I instructed Matty.

Matty closed his eyes as he worked his tongue around my shaft. I pulled out and had him lick my shaft up and down.

"Work on my balls too," I said. He obediently licked my hairy balls and I gently slapped my cock on his face.

Matty's face was a picture of discomfort as I shoved my cock back in his mouth, but his own cock was now fully erect again.

I thrust my hips up and down faster and fasting, letting my cock in and out of his throat as he worked his tongue.

"Matty," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum!"

I held his face on my cock as I shot several ropes of cum down his throat. He swallowed, his eyes closed, his face a mixture of shame and disgust. His own cock, leaking buckets of precum onto the floor.

I pulled out my cock from his mouth and shot the last remaining bit of cum on his pretty face.

"Good job, Matty," I congratulated him. "Now lick the cum off my cock."

Matty ran his tongue around my cock, licking off every bit of cum and swallowing it. I used my fingers to guide the cum from his face into his mouth. He swallowed it all, visibly disgusted but without a word.

When he was done I grabbed my phone and took a photo of his sweet face next to my softening cock. His eyes pleaded at me, I knew he wanted to beg me to delete it, but he said nothing.

"Don't worry," I said. "The photo is just for me. You've been very good today, Matty."

I gently slapped his cheek.

"Mr. Garcia, can I go home now?"

"Of course, you can," I said. "We can hang out more another day."

The doorbell rang and I pulled my cock in back into my pants.

It was Matty's mother.

"Hello, Mrs. Smith," I greeted her.

"Hi, Michael," she said. "Is my son here?"

Matty emerged from his room in those little white shorts, his hands at his front trying to cover his still rock hard erection.

Matty's mom looked at him, puzzled.

"He was just helping me out with something," I told her. "But we're done for today."

I caressed Matty's back as I pushed him towards his mom.

He was quiet, mostly staring down at the ground, his body shrunk into itself, a contrast to the cocky walk he was doing when he first walked over to my house.

"Oh, that's good that he's helping you," Matty's mom said. "I don't want him out there getting into trouble."

"Oh, he's no trouble at all," I said. "He's a very good young man. In fact, would you let me borrow him for a bit next weekend? I have some more things I need to show him."

"Sure! Why not?" his mom said.

"Only if he wants to of course," I said. "What do you think, Matty?"

Matty's answer was barely inaudible.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Garcia,"

"Please, Matty, call me Michael."