The Neighbor Boy
by Stargonenova
The neighbor boy wasn’t really a boy because he was nineteen years old.
I was just twenty-three and I was still living at home with my parents. I didn’t interact with the kid much because … as I’ve just said … I was still living at home with my parents. This was embarrassing to me. Here in Southern California the rent ANYWHERE is ridiculously high and purchasing a home is out of the question unless you’ve got multi-millions. So I felt I had nothing really to offer anyone (“I’ve got love to give” is pathetic) so a serious romantic relationship of any kind was out of the question until I improved my situation.
And the neighbor boy was hot. Six feet even, a hundred and eighty pounds, sea blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. Then there was his size fourteen feet! This nineteen-year-old made my mouth water every time I saw him say goodbye to his mom and leave for work.
I eventually got a job as a janitor at a law firm.
A janitor, also known as a building cleaner or custodian. The firm already had one cleaner for the daylight hours but needed a night shift guy. I would be responsible for maintaining the cleanliness and order of the Law Offices of Duncan and Newkirk. My duties would include sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, dusting, emptying trash, cleaning restrooms, and sometimes performing minor repairs. I was waiting for the arrival of the janitor who had already been working there for the day shift. He was going to show me the ropes and whatnot.
As I stood there waiting, suddenly, a guy came up beside me and threw his arm across my shoulder. I almost stopped breathing. That had never happened to me before. When I turned to look at him, my mouth dropped open. Not only was it a handsome bright-eyed youth, it was Graham Standish … the aforementioned neighbor boy! I had no idea that he was a freaking janitor! When he’d leave for work, I pictured him heading off to pull duty as a lifeguard or something.
I was pleased to see him in this unexpected place but bummed to hear that he was lonely and miserable at his job. I know it’s wrong, but I thought it was weird that someone so handsome was doing a janitor’s job. He told me he was so glad to see a friendly familiar face, and this made me so warm inside. And he was comfortable enough to just like throw his arm around me upon seeing me. It was a boundary cross that I didn’t mind at all.
We talked and got to know each other better. With him, things were easy. Conversation flowed nicely and we could talk about anything, and I even told him about my being gay and having a foot fetish.
That’s when Graham took me to the storage room. He opens the door to what seems to be a very large closet. Then, I saw a lot of cleaning equipment and chemicals. Graham then makes a space for us to sit on a table. He removed his shoes and socks and displayed them for my inspection. I planted a sensuous kiss on each foot.
The neighbor boy moaned with each foot-kiss, but before he could say anything, I started giving the strawberry blonde boy this long, slow back-rub and massage ... going all the way from his shoulders to pale but beautiful bare feet. I really liked his feet. I mean I REALLY liked them. I think I’d have focused in completely on his feet if I hadn’t been worried about satisfying him sexually. I let my hands roam and Graham ... even though his head was clearly spinning at this point ... responded to it.
“Whoa, new sensation!” he said with an almost delirious smile as he hastily removed the rest of his clothes. “Made me kinda dizzy!”
He moaned and wiggled appreciatively even through his layers of dizziness. When his big blue eyes began to roll in his head, I stepped back and masturbated over the barely conscious nineteen-year-olds ... My lust quieted for the moment.
But only for a moment.
Eventually I began to re-head as I went back to Graham’s irresistible bare feet for a bit. We were on the dirty floor of the storage room now, and I licked the soles of his pedal extremities--tasting the sensual salinity of his rosy-white skin and the natural sweaty-salty masculinity. I even took each of his toes into my mouth and gently sucked. I then moved my tongue along his calves and then back down to his feet and toes. This apparently felt so good that the strawberry blonde boy almost COMPLETELY fainted.
Eventually he rolled his limp, almost-passed-out naked body onto my side so his genitals lay before me as well ... and soon the I retreated from his smooth, saliva-slicked bare feet and knelt over him--taking his left man-nipple into his mouth.
I sucked on this nip deliriously… and I’m moaning with pleasure all the while. A now rock-hard Graham masturbated while I continued his intense sucking of his man-nipples. It wasn't long before his stiffened penis reached its tipping point--ready to explode. I sucked his guy-nips like a starving infant as the nineteen-year-old strawberry blonde neighbor boy shot his own hot load across that dirty storage room floor,
It was an incredible experience, but we both got fired from our custodial jobs.