Fucking Neighbor's Son 06 (Patreon)

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Chapter 6: College Boy

We kept the cage thing going after his grades went up.

That was his call, not mine. I had assumed once the academic emergency was resolved the whole apparatus would get retired, but when his grades were all B’s or better, I told him he had earned it, and I threw the keys onto his lap one day. I was a little sad to let them go, but our mission was accomplished.

He picked them up and looked at me confused, maybe even a little sad. "I… want to keep doing this."

I chuckled through my nose.

"I like it better when you decide when I get to cum," he said, tossing the keys back to me. "It makes everything… better."

I turned the keys over in my hand. "Even when you're not studying."

"Especially then."

I put the keys in my pocket. He sat down at the kitchen table and opened his laptop.

That's how it became just a regular thing.

-[]-

I was coming back from a run when I almost walked into Dave in the front doorway. I braced for it. The tight jaw, the grievance already loaded and ready.

Instead he smiled at me.

"Hey," he said. "Actually glad I ran into you. The board voted to drop your fines. The door lock, the planter thing, all of it." He waved a hand. "I worked it out with them."

I narrowed my eyes. "You acting like it wasn't your idea in the first place."

"Please," he said. "You think I don't know what a bunch of sticklers those people can be? I got your back." He winked at me. A real wink, easy and warm, almost exactly the way I had winked at Josh the first time I let him into the building. 

I stood there for a second. "Okay then," I said slowly, starting to actually believe it. "Thanks, Dave."

He clapped me on the arm and headed up the stairs.

I stood in the doorway and watched him go.

-[]-

Finals were in May. They barely mattered at that point. His acceptances were in, and he had even gotten into two ivies. His grades were fine, and he was smooth sailing to an impending graduation. We kept studying anyway, because that's what we did now.

He was working through an AP Biology review packet in my kitchen one day, getting ready for his last set of exams coming up, when he looked at me.

"Can I ask you something," he said.

"You're asking already."

"Do you like keeping the cage on me, even when there's nothing really to study for anymore?"

I looked at him across the table. "It was your idea."

"I know," he said. "I just want to hear you say it."

"I like it," I said. “I like controlling your horny balls and deciding when they get to release.”

He held my gaze for a second. Then he looked back down at his packet. 

"Good," he said.

He worked through three more questions. Got two right. On the third one he wrote something down and pushed the paper toward me. It was wrong, and he knew it. He was smirking at me. It was just a game now.

I pushed my chair back.

He was already starting to shift in his seat, turning his body slightly toward me. I held him by the neck and pulled him out of his chair and over my lap. I pulled down his shorts and exposed his bare ass to the air, and brought my palm down twice, sharp, and he grabbed my legs and held on.

"Osmosis," I said. "How does it work?"

"Water moves," he said, his voice slightly pressed. "Across a semipermeable membrane. From low solute concentration to high."

"Good." I stuck two fingers into his mouth and let him lick me. He loved this part. I pressed them between the mounds of toned ass facing me on his lap and found the hole, pushing into him quickly. I knew his anatomy like a second language and dug straight for the spot he likes most, and he made the sound that meant I had it right. I worked slowly for a minute while he gripped the table and breathed through it.

"That's not a punishment anymore," he said.

"No," I said. "It's not."

I took my hand away and sat back down. He straightened up, fixed his shorts, and looked at his packet. He got the next four questions right without stopping.

When he submitted the last assignment of his high school career, he turned his laptop toward me so I could see the portal. Everything green. Nothing missing.

He looked at me and didn't say anything. Just waited.

I got the keys.

He stood still while I worked the lock. When it came free he closed his eyes and let out a long breath, his whole body dropping slightly, his shoulders coming down, his jaw unclenching. A sound came out of him that was low and genuine and not for me, just the sound of relief moving through his body that he knew he had earned. I had decided he had earned it, and he liked that.

That sound was my favorite thing about this whole arrangement.

I walked him back to the bed and laid him down and took my time getting warmed up. I kissed down his chest and his stomach, felt his hands rest lightly in my hair without pulling, just resting there. I got a hand under each of his thighs and spread his legs and took his leaking shaft into my mouth, and pressed both thumbs into him slowly, side by side, working them apart.

He made a sound above me that was different from the others, longer and more open.

I worked my thumbs deeper, finding the spots inside him that I had learned over months of paying attention, and I felt his thighs tremble on my shoulders while I massaged his manhood with my throat. He reached down and put one hand over mine, not directing, just feeling what I was doing.

"Right there," he said quietly.

I stayed there. I kept going. His breathing got shallow and his hips started moving, working against my thumbs and into my mouth at the same time, and I played with his body in a steady rhythm.

When he came, I kept my mouth on him and took it down, and he made an urgent sound above me that trailed off into nothing.

He lay there for a second. Then he flipped over onto his stomach without a word, and pulled his knees under him, looking back at me over his shoulder. He knew it wasn’t over when he came, and ever since we started the cage thing, he was never done after one nut anyway.

I got into position behind him.

He reached down and wrapped a hand around himself, keeping it hard and ready for more, and I started moving, pressing into the moist hole I had warmed up for myself, and we found the rhythm that we always found. It had taken a few weeks to establish, and now it arrived immediately every time, his body used to me, and I used to his body. I could feel him working himself below me, his arm moving, his breath coming in increasing waves. His muscular back trembled in a unique way, reminding me how different his body was from the women I had fucked in my life. His shoulders tensed, and his lower back muscles showed what was happening inside him. His ass had a mind of its own and tensed and relaxed in waves, dancing on my dick as I clapped against him.

I leaned down and wrapped an arm around his chest, pulling him back against me, feeling the moist heat of his torso through my forearm. I pressed my face into the side of his neck and smelled his hair and felt him shudder slightly at the contact as I licked his skin.

"You're my good boy," I whispered with a hot breath into his ear.

"I'm your good boy," he said back.

He turned to face me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and wordlessly begging me to return the gesture. He loved a good makeout, and it meant he was close.

I felt his body quiver around me as his internal tension increased, and I was right behind him. We finished together with my arm locked around his chest and his hand gripping my forearm and both of us breathing loud in the otherwise quiet apartment.

We melted down into the bed together, and stayed like that for a minute after, my body part held tightly inside him, his back against my chest, both of us still.

-[]-

We hung out afterwards, which was common at this point. We ended up on the couch, and I put the cock cage back on him without saying anything. He had a towel under him, which was code for “I don’t know if I’ll leak again in a minute,” and we didn’t have to talk about it. Neither of us had bothered to get dressed. He looked beautiful laying there with his symmetrically toned body and the shiny metal cage hiding his cock. His relaxed balls hung low, resting on his thigh.

He was looking at his phone, and I was looking at the ceiling, and neither of us was saying anything.

"He knows I come here," Josh said.

I looked over at him. "Your dad?"

"Yeah." He set his phone down. "I think he figured it out when my grades went up. He asked me once who was helping me and I said a tutor and he just kind of looked at me. Didn't push it." 

He paused. "I think he knows you're the one helping me." He made air quotes around helping.

I looked at him. "He say anything about it?"

"Not really. He's just been weirdly chill. Like a different person."

I nudged his caged cock my toe, making it jiggle. "If he only knew the methods."

Josh looked down at it and laughed.

We sat there for a minute.

"I'm gonna miss you," I said.

He looked over at me. "Me too," he said. 

"But also." He gestured vaguely at the future. "College."

"You gonna find someone else to hold these?" I said, nodding at the keys on the coffee table.

"I don't know," he said. "He'd have to be worth it. Like a professor or something."

I laughed. "I'm only twenty-six."

He looked at me. "Yeah," he said. "And you're perfect."

I didn't say anything to that. I looked back at the ceiling.

-[]-

I saw Dave again not too long after that.

I can't tell you exactly what he knows or what he's decided to make of it. What I do know is that he waves at me now, and his son is healthy and sharp and heading to college in the fall with a full roster of acceptances and grades that are all B or better.

And until then, I’ll be keeping that cute little ass full of my loads, and that cock caged.

Life is good.