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Journal entry, 7 Sept, 2005

I've always had an open door policy with people I knew. If the door was unlocked, just walk on in. And in all my years I had very few surprises. Few...

He came in, shouted a hello and I called back from the kitchen where I was cleaning up after dinner. I felt his presence behind me and hands on me before I even knew he was in the room, and as I began to turn, he simply said "No" and gently turned me back to the sink.

Ours was never a physical relationship and I really didn't know what to think at all. We've been buddies and never to my thinking, more. So this was a total shock to me. He's been my neighbor since he was just a little boy, the youngest of three brothers, all of them pretty regular fixtures here over the years. Fix a tire on a bike or troubleshoot a car problem. Sometimes for advice or just a burger when I'm grilling. Neighbors, but I digress.

I felt his body press against mine, his arms wrapped around me and held tight. We stayed like that for a short eternity. I started to speak, asking what brought this on but he whispered a "Shhhhh" so I just shut up. This was not normal for us at all and while I was unsure what to think, I wasn't too uncomfortable.

He stepped back and put one hand on my upper back while the other slid a bit lower to my waist and he bent me slightly, then stepped forward and pressed himself against me again. His hand came around and undid the button on my pants then slid the zipper down. A quick swipe of the palm of his hand over my cock then it was gone.

Down went my pants and he prompted me to lift my right leg and got my pants free. He didn't bother with the left leg, just pushed my legs apart with his as he slid his pants down. I felt his hand slide between my cheeks and felt the coolness of some lube he must have brought with him. I could hear the sound of his other hand lubing his cock as he slipped a fingertip inside me. “Cj...” I started, only to hear “Yes?” from him. Not an answer, but asking permission... I grunted my consent and his finger wiggled a bit more then left me, to be quickly replaced with the head of his cock sliding easily between my cheeks, searching for my hole.

Up and down, pressure firm until he found the spot and he started in. “Easy” I hissed quietly and I felt the heavy pressure abate. Then he held steady pressure as he slowly slipped in.

My eyes closed and I gripped the Formica counter tightly as he continued his journey inward. While he's not huge, he is very nicely equipped and I can distinctly feel his slender length as he proceeds to bottom out and presses himself entirely against my body again and just holds on. Me, I just take in all the sensory information. The fading smell of dinner and of the apple scented dishsoap. Of him, clean and fresh, deoderant, and maybe some cologne, but its hard to tell with him behind me. How he grips me, his breath on the back of my neck. The warmth of his body pressed to mine, and the girth and length of his cock inside me. The shock, but certainly not displeasure of this encounter.

He pulls his cock back while maintaining full contact between our bodies and pushes back in, over and over, again and again. I know I lost time, I was in the moment, and the sensations, thoughts.

I can't remember a time when I was ever this hard, but so unconcerned with actually getting off, reveling in the deliciousness of his insistent intrusion. Sometimes, one can imagine never changing a thing when a moment is so good, this was one of those times.

As with all things an end is imminent and soon he whispered, lips against my ear with warm moist breath, “close”.

“Stay in me” I breathed back heavily as he stopped for a moment to bring a hand up and wrap my neck and jaw in it. He pulled my upper body more into his as he resumed a less rhythmic but more urgent thrusting inside me. It didn't take long and he pushed as deeply as he could into me and I pushed back while he came. He pulled back a short bit and pushed in hard again, and a few more times over. Then he just held still and relaxed his weight onto me as I stood, bent, bridged to the countertop supporting both myself and him.

I felt a light brush of his lips and maybe a bit of tongue play over my neck just below my ear, then again lower. His breath still a but ragged and heavy.

Then again at my ear... “That was for me Alter, all for me, and my pleasure. Your mine, and always will be. I'll always be inside you. A part of you, and we can't change that. Never forget your mine, I took you and you gave yourself willingly to me.” and as I stuttered, looking for something to say he “shhh'd” me again. My cock pulsed and throbbed with the weight of his words, and the feel of him still inside me.

Whispering “and this for you and you alone” as he ran his hand down to my cock and brought me off as his semi softness hardened and began to slide in and out of me again. When I had come and he slipped out of me, he turned my head and kissed me lightly on the lips, smiled and walked from the room while straightening his clothes. I heard the door open then close, and that was the last I saw of him for a while. He left for college a few days later.

– Alter