New In the Neighborhood II

New in the Neighborhood 2

 by

  Crusher

Two days later (on Monday afternoon), Jack was making his deliveries as usual although he was still sore and feeling the effects of the beating that he had taken.  He had a package to be delivered to Bill Weber, Jerry’s next door neighbor.  Jack knew everybody in the area since he had been on this route for several years.  He had made several deliveries to the Weber’s and had a friendly acquaintance with them.  He rang the bell and Curtis answered the door.  


“Geez Jack!  What happened to your face?  You look like someone shoved your head into a meat grinder!”  Curtis said with concern. 

Jack stammered and hesitated but he eventually told Curtis the whole story of what happened.  Curtis could not believe what he was hearing.  As he listened to Jack’s story he was both in shock and surprisingly aroused.  He wished Jack well as he watched him walk back to his truck.  Curtis closed the door and thought to himself, “I think that I am just going to have to pay our neighbor a visit.  He can’t do that to a nice guy like Jack and get away with it!”

    So later that evening Curtis went out in the back yard and he watched and waited.  He knew that sooner or later Jerry would be going out to the gym to workout, just as he did every day.  It didn’t take long.  After waiting only twenty minutes, he saw Jerry come out the back door of the house and stroll across the yard toward the gym.  He was wearing a brief pair of shiny gold trunks with a black stripe down each side, and his black boots of course. Curtis watched the muscle stud as he walked.  His trunks were so shiny that the evening sun almost seemed to reflect off of them.  Curtis  eyes were fixed on Jerry’s hard bubble butt as he watched him enter the gym building.  He hadn’t even realized that he had been rubbing his own crotch and that it was becoming crowded in his own shorts.  He was wearing only a pair of olive green nylon gym shorts, white socks  and tennis shoes.  The waist band of his bright red briefs was visible above the elastic of his gym shorts.  It created a noticeable contrast that tended to catch one’s eye.

    Curtis decided to go over and have it out with Jerry for what he did to Jack.  He entered the building and cautiously looked around.  He saw Jerry on the bench-press.  Jerry stopped and sat up as he saw Curtis approach. 

“ Howdy neighbor!”   Jerry said cheerfully. 

Curtis’s  disposition was not so friendly.   “Don’t howdy me you mother fucker!”  

Jerry’s facial expression suddenly changed to one of puzzlement.  He said, “That’s no way to greet your neighbor for the first time.  Why are you so hostile with me?”  

With his teeth clenched he said, “Jack told me what you did to him.  He is my friend and I am not to happy about what you did, you bastard!”  

Jerry replied, “I see.  So what did you come in here for?”  

Curtis clenched both of his fists and said, “I came in here to kick your fucking ass!  THAT’s WHY!!”  



Jerry looked the  young 19 year old over.  He though that he was pretty hot.  He actually was the spitting image of his dad.  Except that his dad’s hair was sort of salt & pepper while Curtis  was solid black.  He had a bronze muscular build with a moderate amount of hair on his chest and legs.



     “You’re gonna kick MY ass?”   Jerry laughed.   “That’s a good one kid.  Did you bring any help with you?  Cause I really don’t see you being able to get the job done yourself.”  

Curtis replied, “I don’t need any help.  I can handle you.”  

Jerry stood up and he noticed that Curtis’  eyes were staring right at his crotch.  As Jerry took a few steps over to a bench to pick p a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow, he saw that the young stud-muffin still had his gaze locked on his bulging crotch.  He also realized that Curtis had an obvious hard-on that he wasn’t even trying to hide.  Jerry stepped up close to Curtis, almost nose to nose.  Each could feel the other’s hot breath. 

Jerry said slyly, “You didn’t come in here to kick my ass, . . did you boy?”  

Curtis gulped and said nothing. 

Jerry had an evil grin on his face and he said quietly, “No,  that isn’t why you came in here.  You came in here because you wanted me to work on THIS didn’t you?”   That is when Jerry grabbed Curtis  rock hard shaft right through his shorts.  He  squeezed in a pulsing manner, squeezing hard and the easing off on the pressure and then squeezing hard again over and over. 

Curtis’  arms went out to his side and his feet moved a little wider apart and he began to moan and croak in a nervous tone.   “Ahhh . . . AHHH . . . OH . . . NO . . . Don’t . . . Please!”  

Jerry chuckled, “Awe now come on boy.  You say   No  but you are not even trying to defend yourself at all.  If you really wanted me to let go of your cock, you’d be trying to pry my hand away from it.  And you even spread your legs wider.  You ain’t fooling nobody kid.  This is what you wanted isn’t it?”   Curtis continued to grunt and groan but he offered absolutely no resistance.   Jerry gave a real hard squeeze and pulled the teen stud’s shaft with a hard yank and yelled, “ISN’t  IT  BOY??   THIS IS WHAT YOU FUCKIN  WANTED, ISN’t IT!!   . . . ANSWER ME!!”  

Curtis hesitated but he finally said in a soft quiet voice, “Yes.”  

    Jerry smiled at him and said, “Well why didn’t you just say so kid?  If you want me to rough you up a little, I ll be happy to oblige.”   Without releasing his grip on the teen’s meat, he lead him over to the ring.  He turned Curtis around and backed him up against the ring apron.  He let go of the boy’s hard-on and looked at the long  upward bulge that it made in Curtis  shorts.  Using his right fist he began to lightly punch at the cock-bulge.  Not hard enough to cause any pain, but just hard enough for Curtis to feel it.  He moaned each time that Jerry fist came into contact with his cock. He legs were spread wide apart as he was enjoying the fact that the fantasy that he had been having for the past three months was actually coming true.  As far as he was concerned, Jerry was the hottest man that he had ever seen.  Every night since he saw Jerry move into the house next door to him, he would lay in bed at night and jack-off while he fantasized about being worked over by Jerry.

     “Let’s get you in the ring boy!  But first, we need to get rid of these!”   Jerry said as he roughly pulled Curtis  shorts off of him.   “There. . .  that’s better, you look pretty hot in those red briefs”  

Curtis looked down at himself and turned red with embarrassment.  His tight red briefs had a big pre-cum stain where the head of his cock was pressing against them.  Jerry took Curtis and rolled him into the ring.  Curtis stood in the middle of the ring as Jerry climbed in.  Jerry walked up to him and gave his balls an open-hand slap.  Curtis winced and took a step backward. Jerry stepped up to him and gave his balls another slap.  Again he winced and took another step backward. This process repeated until Curtis had been ball-slapped into the corner.  Jerry could see that Curtis was enjoying this tremendously.  Oh, he put on a good act.  He was selling it like a good little job-boy, and that pleased Jerry.  Curtis had hung his arms over the top rope on either side  and spread his legs wide offering himself to his muscle-stud idol.

    Meanwhile, next door Bill Weber had just stepped out of the shower and was just pulling on a pair of jeans.  They fit his body well.  At 40 years old Bill  was in fabulous shape.  He maintained his muscular physique over the years because he was in the construction business.  He hollered for his son.  “CURTIS!!”   When he heard no reply he yelled again.  Still no reply.  Then he remembered that a short while before he went into the shower, he had looked out of his bedroom window and saw Curtis walking across the next door neighbor’s yard.  He thought to himself that Curtis had probably gone over to introduce himself and meet their neighbor.  He figured that is had been several months, so maybe it would not be such a bad idea to go over and meet him too.  So he went downstairs and out the back door.  When he walked into the gym building, he was appalled by what he had seen.  Jerry had Bill’s son bent over the top rope with his bare ass exposed and was just pulling his hard cock out of his trunks to fuck him.

    Bill charged the ring and yelled, “What the fuck are you doing to my boy!!!”  

Jerry turned and saw Bill coming at him.  He was taken completely by surprise.  He immediately began to stuff his mammoth cock back into his trunks.  That is when Bill jumped him.  He proceeded to pound Jerry with every ounce of strength that he had. Jerry had no chance to prepare for the attack.  Bill had him down on the canvas and was pounding the shit out of him.  When Curtis realized what was going on, he quickly pulled his underwear back up in a panic.  He saw his dad had Jerry down and was beating the living daylights out of him.  He had to think fast.  How was he going to explain this to his father.  So he figured that the best way out was to lie and say that Jerry had beaten him and was going to fuck him.  He didn’t want to risk having his father find out that he was gay.  He was afraid that he would kick him out of the house and disown him.  So he played along like he was the victim.

    Jerry managed to push Bill off of him.  Bill saw Curtis and he went over to him and asked, “Are you alright son?  He didn’t . . . . .”  

Curtis replied,   “No, he didn’t get that far.  But he did beat on my cock and balls and he said that he was going to fuck me and make me suck his cock!”  

Bill’s face was filled with rage.   “Oh he did  . . .did he?  Come on son, we are gonna teach that pervert homo bastard a lesson.”  

    Jerry was in the corner using the ropes to pull himself up.  Just as he made it to his feet, Bill grabbed him and spun him around and slammed him back against the turnbuckle.  He proceeded to pound Jerry in the gut with lefts and rights.  He beat the air out of Jerry’s lungs.  Jerry sagged and slid down landing on his ass in the corner.  Bill grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out of the corner.   “You were gonna fuck my son’s ass and then make him blow you?!?!? . . . . I don’t think so you faggot bastard!”  

Bill pulled Jerry up to his feet and got behind him.  He got Jerry in a full nelson and shouted, “Here you go Curtis.  I’ll hold him and you get your revenge.  Beat the fuck out of him son!”  

But Curtis hesitated.  He didn’t want to hurt Jerry.  Jerry was only giving him what he wanted.  He was torn.  He didn’t know what to do.  He heard his dad say, “Come boy!!  Get him!  You ain’t gonna let him get away with what he did to you are ya? “ 

Curtis figured he had no choice.  He had to continue the charade.   So he slammed his fist into Jerry gut.  Jerry made a loud  Oooofff  and Curtis slugged him again.  Next he let Jerry have it with a right cross to the jaw.  He went back to work on Jerry gut with lefts and rights. Over and over again occasionally throwing in a punch to the face.  Curtis began to realize that his own cock was getting hard again.  Beating on the hot, hunky and defenseless  muscleman was turning him on.  Seeing his fantasy man suffering and helpless was getting him hot.  He was surprised by his reaction to the situation but nonetheless, he was enjoying it!  Then he slammed his fist into Jerry’s balls.  He loved the way that Jerry’s face contorted in response to the pain so he delivered another uppercut into the muscle-studs balls.

    After this went on for a while, Curtis stopped and Bill released the full nelson. Jerry dropped to the canvas with a thud.  Curtis just stood there staring at that gorgeous mound of beaten muscle laying there. 

Bill looked at Curtis.  He went over to his son and said with puzzlement, “Curtis,  What’s this?”  and he pointed to Curtis  raging hard-on that was really stretching the crotch of his briefs to the limits.   “Why do you have a hard-on Curtis?  Did beating that worthless piece of shit homo get you hot?”   Curtis was in a state of panic now.  He didn’t know what to say or do.  He looked down and saw how prominently his hard-on was showing.  It was obvious that he was extremely turned on.  He looked up at his dad with wide eyes and was completely confused by the expression on his face.  He dad had a big smile on his face.  He just stood there silently in amazement.  What he saw next really knock his socks off.  He watched as his dad unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.  He slid his jeans down over his thighs and he saw that his father was sporting a hard-on of his own.  His white Calvin Klein briefs were being stretched out as well.

    He looked at Curtis and said, “Let’s give this queer bastard some of what he was gonna give you!  HUH?”  

Curtis lit up with delight.  Bill finished taking his pants off and quickly shed the rest of his clothes.  He stood there naked with his boner sticking straight out.  He reached out and grabbed the waist band of Curtis  underwear and said, “Why don’t you get these things off and let that bad boy that you got stuffed inside, out to play”.   Curtis wasted no time in getting those red briefs off. 

    Bill reached down and grabbed Jerry’s trunks and pulled them right off of him.  Jerry was laying on his belly, still half unconscious.  They dragged Jerry’s Naked carcass over to the ropes.  They slung him over the second rope so that he was facing the ring apron.  He was on his knees and hanging on the rope almost motionless. 

Bill spoke up, “Go ahead Curtis, he was going to fuck you, so now here is your chance.  Fuck the living daylights out of him son!!”  

Curtis moved into position.  He pressed the head of his cock to Jerry’s hole.  Jerry yelled, “Don’t you do it you little shit!  . . .  Nobody fucks ME!”  

Bill, who was standing on the ring apron in front of Jerry, kicked him in the face and demanded, “Shut the fuck up you fucking faggot!  You re gonna get what you deserve.”   With that, Curtis rammed his tool inside of Jerry with full force.  Jerry let out a scream that could be heard for miles.  He had never taken it up the ass before.  He always did the fucking, nobody ever dared to try it on him. 

Jerry continued his protests.   “Get that fucking thing out of me BOY!  I’ll make you pay dearly for this!”  

Bill was annoyed with Jerry’s mouthy yet meaningless threats.  He grabbed Jerry by the hair and lifted his head up so that Jerry could see him and said, “You need to shut you fucking mouth queer-boy!  I am getting tired of listening to you.”   

Jerry barked back at him, “Fuck you old man!  Fuck you and your stinking kid!”  

Bill shook his head and said, “Looks like I am just gonna have to shut you up myself.”  

Bill, still holding Jerry’s head up by his hair, shoved his cock into Jerry’s mouth.  Jerry gagged and choked at first.  Bill grinned, “There now,  how’s that?  You like that boy?  Yaaaaa . . . suck it good for me boy . . . suck it nice like a good little faggot.”    There he was, a powerful muscle-stud who was a pure top man getting fucked from both ends at the same time.  This was totally unbelievable.  It couldn’t possibly be happening!  But it was happening and Jerry was helpless to do anything about it.

    Curtis was fucking Jerry’s ass like a mad man and Bill had his meat shoved half way down Jerry’s throat.  Both men began to moan at the same time.  The each shot their loads into Jerry simultaneously.  Jerry coughed and choked on Bill’s load trying to swallow it all but there was so much.  The sticky white jiz was dribbling down his chin.  After both men were satisfied, they pulled out of the broken stud and got dressed.

    Bill looked at his son and said, “That was kind of fun wasn’t it?”  

Curtis smiled at his dad and agreed.  He asked, “Can we come back over here and do this again sometime dad?”

   Bill told him, “You can count on it son.  I think that this could become a regular activity for us.  Sort of like a father/son outing.  It will be nice spending quality time like this with you.”   He put his arm around his son and they headed out the door.  Jerry laid there in the ring trying to figure out what went wrong.  This had started out so well.  It had not turned out the way that he had planned.