I Hate Kids!

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

I was busily working away at my work station, intent on the latest set of revisions to the script of the television series I worked on (I'd tell you the name, but the confidentiality clause in my contract forbids me from doing so as it's all supposed to be an "unscripted show") when the moving truck pulled up to the other side of the duplex where I lived. The upside of a duplex is that you get half of a nice house with a yard and the peace and quiet of a suburban setting for a reasonable price. The downside is that you have to have a neighbor who is going to live in the other half of the same building as yours. That means you get one neighbor of the "apartment" proximity to deal with.

My last neighbor had been Mabel Chierney, an elderly lady who had been as quiet as a mouse and never given me a bit of trouble. She kept to herself, puttered around in the yard with her flowers and only knocked now and then to meekly ask me to help her with some minor chore "at your convenience, of course." I would smile and agree, and do the job, usually taking only ten minutes and minimal effort and, in return, she would supply me with some nice home-baked cookies as a repayment. In other words, for my needs, the ideal neighbor to have and always ready to do things like sign for a package if I was out or take a message or such.

Not so these new neighbors. The other half of the duplex was a three-bedroom (Mrs. Chierney had been fixed to the too-large home) and I had endured the estate sale and relatives who had shown up out of the woodwork, it seemed, with ill grace and thought my travails were over; I was wrong. The new neighbors were a family, a man and his wife and three, count them, three young boys. Just what I needed...NOT! I hate kids, absolutely hate them! Loud, noisy, screaming, crying, wrecking machines, that's all they are!

Not only my personal life, but also my serene, quiet working at home was about to be interrupted for the rest of summer, and after school hours, and weekends, too. I was going to have to consider getting an office somewhere that could restore my quiet so I could continue to do my job!

My own home was also a three-bedroom, I had converted one bedroom into my home office and one into my home gym, I kept myself in shape by constant working out when I wasn't banging away at a keyboard. It helps me when I go out on the prowl, I'm a handsome hunk of man if I say so myself. I'm on the sunny side of thirty years of age, twenty-eight, with sparkling green eyes, a dense shock of black hair on top of my head I keep well-styled and off my ears, a dusting of black hairs on most of my body which I refuse to wax off for anyone, my arms are buff enough to fill out my shirt sleeves, my tailored shirts are fit to show my broad shoulders, prominent chest and slender waist, and my legs are kept strong and resilient by my workout three times a week with my home gym and four times a week on my treadmill. One hour a day no matter my deadlines and I go to the beach wearing just a pair of Speedos and the eyes follow me in yearning from both sexes and I take my pick of the men.

Yeah, I had my life in order and on track, I would keep up my solitary roaming lifestyle until I was in my mid-thirties then pick a partner at that time and settle into the married routine, but I wasn't ready for that yet. But most of the time, I liked my life to be me, just me, quiet and deep in the secret mental life that was my work and my fantasies, talking about people and places that didn't really exist. It's beautiful when your dreams can fund your lifestyle.

Now that dream life threatened to become a nightmare of screaming boys fighting in the yard and crying out for Mommy because they scraped their knee or because their older brother hit them! Jeez, what had I done to deserve that? I bent to my work and drove myself on, trying to ignore the sounds of outdoors, filled with childish screams and womanly complaints about how the movers were handling her precious possessions.

It was the first of several such noisy, fractured, nerve-wracking work days for me. I did my best, but my output was lowered by about 70% from my usual and I began to fall behind and having to call my agent and beg for extensions. Every writer encounters writer's block and I had a bit of a backlog of episodes already written, but that was not going to last me for long. I might have to soundproof my office or look into paying rental on an office space, not that those were ideal, they usually had noisy co-occupants making a racket of their own.

I learned a little about my new neighbors through the last of summer and when school started; they were the Clayton family, the parents were Ellis and Maureen, and the boys were Lucas, age 12, Xavier, age 9 and Aden, age 6. They resembled their parents in terms of their face, the same color of eyes, which were a medium brown in color, the same noses and cheeks and chin, sort of handsome, sort of beautiful, their bodies were lean and athletic or prone to be, no tendency to chunkiness. I was like that when I was younger. Their hair colors, however, were radically different. Lucas' hair was the same deep black color of my own hair. Xavier's hair color was a medium brown color like his mother, Maureen. Aden's hair was a pale brown, almost blond. Ellis' hair was dark brown so I don't know where the eldest and youngest one's hair color came from, but in this country, you never know. Maureen was a pretty woman and Ellis was a good-looking man, so I suspended judgment on that score.

I was returning from a jog oneday (it was a warm morning instead of being hot and I had set out early that morning) and was returning, sweaty and feeling de-stressed and walked into the gate of the front yard to be greeted by a young voice pipe up with "Hi, there!"

I looked to my left (my front door was on the right) and saw Aden sitting on the front door and hid a desire to grimace, forced a smile. "Hello, Aden."

"You're our neighbor, aren't you?"

"That's right," my smile became genuine. "My name is Kenneth, just call me Ken. Ken Barlow."

"Thank you, Ken," Aden jumped up and walked closer to me. "You were out running? Don't you have a treadmill?" His eyes ran over my body (I was only wearing sneakers, socks and a pair of running shorts), the sun was still too low to need a shirt, and I had a sheen of sweat all over me, my body hairs holding it to my body.

"Yes, but I chose to jog instead today. It was a nice day."

"Yeah, it is. Wish I had someone to play with," he said wistfully.

"Yeah, this neighborhood is mostly single people, I know," I commiserated. I had picked the neighborhood for just that reason.

"Your gym looks cool," he changed the subject. "Can I see it, please?"

"It's only for grown-ups," I cautioned. "Too dangerous for little boys."

"I just want to see it."

"Well...all right," I agreed. I mopped my face with my towel I kept around my neck, then over my body, then replaced it over my neck, and led the way inside.

Aden didn't touch the machines, but he begged me to show him how to work them, I had a whole room of them, and he wanted to see every one in action. I used them tolerantly, setting the weights for easy use, and it came around to the bench press. I laid down on the bench and got the bar in both arms and said to Aden, "Okay, Aden, on this one, you reach up and you grab hold real tight and you...yawp!"

When I said earlier that "all I was wearing was shoes, socks and a pair of shorts," I meant that, nothing under the shorts. Just loose jogging shorts. When Aden snaked his hand through one of the legs of the shorts and grabbed my dong, right at the time I yelped out that "yawp," he didn't have anything blocking his grip, he had hold of the whole darned shaft and he held it firmly.

"I got it real tight, Ken!" he said brightly. "What do I do now?"

"You have to, have to...." I panted hard. If you think I was going to stop the kid from doing what he was doing, you don't know jack shit about having your honker grabbed by a cute kid! You don't do a damned thing to stop him! "You have to pump it up and down as fast as you can, of course! Work it hard to get the best effect."

"Okay, but...can I take off the shorts to do it?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's do that," I gasped out.

Aden released me and his hands gripped the waistband of my shorts, I lifted my hips and he skinned it down my sweaty hips toot sweet. He dropped them and grabbed my now-free eight-incher and said, "I do it like this?" He began to jack my dong with a frenzied speed that was heavenly to my sex-deprived body.

Now, I know how to masturbate, of course, who doesn't? But there's a thrill in having someone else do it for you and having a young, eager kid jacking you is extra special, you lay there helpless as a turtle on its back, and just moan like the world is ending and you're being boiled in lava.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhh!"

"Am I doing it right, Ken?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh, that's right, do it, good, ohhhhhhhh, soooooo goooooooood, ohhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned.

"This is fun, Ken, I like doing this to you," Aden told me. "Your wiener is bigger than Lucas' or Xavier's. You moan better, too. They just lie there. You groan a whole lot."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhh, I knowwwwwwwww, it's so goooooooood, I looooooooooove it, goooooooooood, so good, so good, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

"You almost done?" Aden asked me.

"Yeah, close, so close, gonna come, gonna come!"

"Yeah, come!" Aden said. "Come real hard!"

"I'm gonna...do that! KUHHHHHH-UH-HUH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I climaxed and blew a huge hot load up into the air, to Aden's complete and total surprise.

"Ohhhhhh, wowwwwww!" He exclaimed in awe as the white jets spewed up and over and splattered onto my chest and stomach, five wide arches of jizz, then four more lesser sprays that poured over the edge of my glans and dribbled onto his hand as he kept pumping on me without let all this time.

"Golly, that's a lot!" Aden breathed in his wonder. "That was amazing!"

I was huffing and puffing, my chest rising and falling like I was about to give birth to that little alien creature in the movie, and Aden lifted his hand and stared at the pearly goo on his hand. "What is this stuff, Ken?"

"That...is...sperm...Aden!" I gasped out. "It's...what...men...use...to make...babies...with... women!"

"Yeah?" Aden said. "Wow, this is baby stuff?"

"Yeah." I agreed. "Half of it. Women supply the other half. It's complicated, you'll learn more later, when you're older."

"Oh. Okay." Aden accepted that, thank God. I didn't want to face Maureen's wrath for revealing too much information her "little angel wasn't ready for" or something like that.

"You have to talk to your parents if you want more information." I picked up my jogging shorts and handed it back to him. "Here, use this to wipe it off your hand."

He did then wiped my chest as well. "That was weird," he mused. "Can you do it again?"

"Yeah, but I need to rest a while first," I smiled at him.

"Maybe tomorrow." he pressed me

"Okay. But let's keep this just between us, okay? Don't tell anyone, not even your brothers."

"I won't," Aden said lightly, too lightly, I feared.

"Aden? Aden!" came his mother's call.

"I got to go," Aden said.

"Yeah," I agreed.

Aden dashed out my front door and I wondered if his mother would check on why he came to visit me. But she never did. I decided Aden was keeping our visit secret after all.

The next day, around four in the afternoon, I got a knock on the door. I was taking a break at that time, as it happened, lounging on my couch watching the television set, and was again wearing on a pair of shorts, no socks or shoes. When you live by yourself and aren't going out on a warm day, you tend to dress down and save on the air conditioning, you know.

I opened the door to see Xavier standing there. He looked determined but nervous. "Hi, Ken," he said, "I'm Xavier, your next door neighbor. Can I come in?"

"Sure, Xavier, come on in," I said. I assumed he was fundraising for his school, they do that for their clubs, send the kids door-to-door hawking things like holiday cards or candles or candy bars or such things at ridiculous prices, counting on the adults' feeling pity on the kids and paying for it. Sort of like the Girl Scouts and their cookie business, you pay like $6.00 for fourteen not-so-good cookies.

But I would listen to him and given he was a neighbor, I'd "buy" something, of course.

I sat down on my couch (my armchair was piled up with stuff just now) and Xavier sat down beside me. "Okay, what can I do for you?"

"Well, Ken, how can I say this, I need to ask a favor of you, it's sort of, well, personal," Xavier said haltingly.

"If I can help you, Xavier, I'm willing to do what I can," I said sympathetically. "Come on, out with it."

"Well, we don't have a computer in our home, but we do at school," he went on. "So I got to looking around on it and I found some things that got me, well...." He was blushing and looked like he was about to run. "This is hard for me to say, and you might get mad at me for asking it."

"I won't get mad," I promised him. "Just say it. I won't get mad."

"Can I suck your cock?"

I was dumbfounded, of course. "You want to suck my cock?"

"Uh-huh. I found videos of men sucking other men's cocks on the web with the school's computer. I want to...I want to try it out, see what it's like. I tried it on Lucas, but it wasn't the same, he couldn't do nothing. I need to try it with a man."

I swallowed, asked, "Have you been talking with Aden?"

"Aden? Not about this, I saw it on the computer at school like I said, I wouldn't...."

"Okay, okay, never mind," I said, drew a shuddering breath. "Okay. I guess it's fair. Okay, you want to try sucking a man's cock. I'll let you try sucking mine. You know what to do?"

"Oh, yeah, I watched those videos a lot!" Xavier had turned from scared to eager in a flash and was down on the floor in front of me, on his knees, the eager supplicant.

"Okay," I said and I scooted my shorts down my hips a little and Xavier pulled it the rest of the way off my legs, leaving me naked on the couch. I slid down on the couch to slouch with just my buttocks on the edge of the couch and my dong was available to him. "Here you go," I told him.

Xavier darted forward and stuffed my cock into his mouth, which was dry as a bone.

"Ow, ow, owwww, ow, wait!" I said.

Xavier froze in his movements, mouth still on my dick.

"Work up some saliva, a lot of it, use it to lubricate my prick and THEN move down on it," I explained. "Keep your teeth clear and use only your lips and tongue. Okay?"

"Mm-hmm!" Xavier did as I explained and his next movement was a lot smoother. It all took some time but soon he was bobbing up and down on my dong with reasonable efficiency. I relaxed and let the good feelings wash over me, feeling that maybe having a few Clayton kids next door wasn't the worst thing in the world after all. They were still making one heck of a racket next door, but it had its benefits, as it was turning out.

Xavier reached a hand up and began to play with my nuts. I guess he saw that in one of his porn videos because I hadn't mentioned this. "Uhh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" I groaned as he juggled my nuts. "That feels good!"

He began making movements that he had seen in the videos, lapping with his tongue along the bottom of my shaft where the perineal line runs up to the glans, very sensitive, and bobbing his mouth around as he moved up and down on my shaft. Damn, but that felt good. So many men feel that just up and down is all there is to it and there are so many other things you can do, Xavier had not just watched the videos, he had STUDIED them!

"Oh, jeez, this is so fucking hot, you're a great cocksucker, Xavier, you're good, so good!" I gasped. "I'm about to come, Xavier, I'm about to blow my chunks, you want to pull off soon or I'll blow it down your throat!"

Xavier just kept working his mouth, working his hand on my balls, not slowing down or even indicating that he had heard me.

"Xavier, I'm serious, I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" I warned him again. "If you don't stop soon, I'm going to shoot. Oh, geez, here it comes, here...it...comes!"

Xavier never stopped moving.

"AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I held back, groaning helplessly. But he didn't stop sucking.

"HAH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-GUHHHHHHHHHHH-NNNNNNNHHHHHHH!"

I blew my load and it was directly down Xavier's throat. You can't say I didn't warn him off, but he was refusing to stop, he got the full dose. Even as I blasted into his mouth, he gulped as I squirted and kept his hold firm and swallowed it all. I fully expected him to vomit at the taste, but he seemed to love it, even eager to get all of it, for even after I was done, he sucked at my prick like it was a straw in a thick milkshake, and even when you finish you slurp at the remnants in hopes of a few last bits of sweet dregs. I was gasping and panting and my chest was heaving like I was pumping water with it, as Xavier rose up and wiped at his lips with the back of his arm.

"Thank you, Ken," He said to me. "That was really good." He turned around and with not another word, he walked out the door, leaving me, drained and weak, naked, behind to deal with the aftermath.

Thinking it through, I decided two things: First, Xavier was one hell of a good cocksucker, and maybe more experienced than he let on. Second, he was what they call "an odd duck."

Better if I don't approach him for more blowjobs; let him come to me if he wanted to.

I got more visits from Aden, the boy loved to jack my cock and I admit that his playful hand was lots of fun. Xavier visited me twice more in the three weeks after that first visit, to suck me, always in the afternoon just after school. I accepted his offerings and didn't press him, which he seemed to appreciate.

When a knock came at my door rather late one evening, I thought it was a friend of mine who came by on occasion but when I opened the door, it was Lucas. "Oh!" I said, startled. "Lucas! Can I help you?"

Lucas was at that age where a boy is still a boy on the cusp of becoming a man, growing but still not hitting puberty, and his scalp reached up to my chest (and I'm six foot two) in height. "Yeah, man, can I come in a while and hang?"

"Um, hang, yeah, sure." I stepped aside to let him saunter in.

He looked about like he was thinking of renting my home. "Nice place you got here. Can you show me your bedroom?"

"My bedroom?"

"Yeah, yeah, you know, the place with a bed and your closet and maybe a dresser?" Lucas drawled like I was an idiot. Well, I was sort of babbling.

"Why do you want to see my bedroom?" I asked him.

"Tell you when we get there."

"Well...okay," I said dubiously and led him to the bedroom.

My bedroom is nothing special. Just a queen-sized bed with bedsheets and pillows, an old dresser I have owned since I was Lucas' age, and showing its age, a few old pictures on the wall to break up the monotony. Hardly decor as people think about it, but Lucas walked in and looked around and nodded. "This will do just fine," He informed me.

"Fine for what?"

"For us to fuck, of course," he informed me and began to take off his clothing. Full clothing, shirt, pants, shoes and socks, I was wearing my usual shorts and a t-shirt only.

"You want us to fuck?" I asked.

"What are you, stupid?" He demanded, his shoes landing on the floor and him working on his socks. "I want you to fuck my ass, you have a dick, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"So I have an ass and a need to get fucked by a hot stud. I figure you're the sort of guy who doesn't care what hole he sticks his dick into as long as it's warm and soft and tight." He stood up and worked on unbuttoning his shirt. "Either tell me I'm completely wrong or get naked with me. It's your choice."

I watched him take off his shirt and he had a nice start on muscles. He was going to make one hell of a cute teenager in another year or two. I licked my lips, then pulled off my t-shirt. He grinned as he shucked his shirt and reached for his pants' fly.

I got completely nude as he stepped out of his jeans and was only wearing briefs, and I was rock-hard looking at his lean, nicely shaped boyish-cum-manly body. He looked up at me as he got his feet free and smirked at my eagerness. "You got some lube, man?"

"Huh, yeah, sure, I got lube, over in the nightstand, there, over there!" I pointed like an ignoramus.

"Get it and lube up that huge mother you got," he instructed and I hastily jumped to obey. I was putty in this boy's hands.

I squirted the lubricant in my palm liberally and smeared it over my dong, giving it a lavish, thick coat of the greasy formula, about three times as much as I needed.

Lucas broke my concentrated rubbing of the lube with, "That'll do, now get over here and ram my butt for me. I'm feeling horny tonight."

I looked up and he was lying back on my bed, his body a tan panther-like form, graceful in its lithe beauty. His arms reached up to beckon me into them and I bounded onto the bed like a frantic freshman and crawled up like a hungry puppy. I felt like a virgin as I poked my pecker at his butthole, not stopping to stroke or fondle or kiss or caress him, he wanted it now and he wanted it inside him, and I had to deliver.

He grunted as I pushed it into him. "Huhhhhhh-uhhhhh-uhhhhhhhhhhh, huh!"

"Huh-uhhhh-uhhhhhhhhhhh-huhhhhhhhhhh!" I groaned as I slid into him. He was tight, so tight, but he was warm and his ass didn't really resist me other than holding my cock in a firm grip as I pushed into him.

"Yeahhhhhhhh, I could tell you had a nice fat cock on you," He growled as I buried my dong inside him about six inches deep. "Yeahhhhhhhh, nice and fat. Now, pump me good, you big fucker, I want a good fucking out of you, you get me. Don't mess with me, just give me a good hard pushing!"

"I got you," I grunted and began to fuck the over-confident Lucas with every ounce of mastery I could muster. He took it all with the experience that laid severe doubts as to his virginity. His younger brothers may have been inexperienced but Lucas had done it before, no telling how often, and I was only his latest. Somehow, that didn't matter, I was his biggest fuck to date, and that was all that mattered, he was gasping as I drilled his hot hole!

"Yeah, come on, that's good, fuck me harder, man, you got a good tool for ramming my butt, I want it faster, come on, fuck me faster, you big, hard piece of man-meat, I got what you want, so give it to me, give me all you got, give it to me, give it to me, harder, damn you, harder, harder!"

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!" I groaned and pounded him faster and harder, not holding back and he held onto my back with his hands and howled, actually howled.

"AWWWWWWWW, OHHHHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" he cried out and I hit my climax with a roar of my own.

"AHHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHHHHH, HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I yelped and exploded into his ass with my spunk and as I did, he shot his own weak load of liquid something or other (too weak and clear to be come, but maybe it was, in a way) that got on my stomach, and I loaded his ass and he messed up my stomach and his own pubic area, with some few hairs just beginning to appear in white scattered form.

I moaned and gasped and fell onto him and he held me briefly, then almost snarled and shoved me off of him and got out of bed. I landed on my back and looked at him as he got dressed.

"Are you okay, Lucas?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," He said nonchalantly. "That was cool."

"You liked it?" I asked, needing his approval.

"You were pretty good," he affirmed. "A nice hard cock and you know how to ram it all right. Not bad at all." He nodded at me, a small bit of smile on his face, and that was all I got. He finished dressing and walked out of the bedroom and I heard the outer door open and close.

I sighed and arose, and dressed myself.

Three boys, all looking much alike and all very different. When they arrived I had hated all kids. How did I feel about them now?

Well, I no longer hate kids. Not these kids anyhow.

But I wasn't going to ever offer to babysit these boys, either! They were okay to have as visitors, but to have them around all the time, no way. I couldn't handle them!

THE END
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