VANCE STREET by Mike Austin
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Mrs. M was making her wake-up noises in the open kitchen and Ivan looked around to find an easy way to get up and hit the head without his mom at least, seeing his morning hardon. He saw Michael staring and clearly wondering the same as he raised his hands in bewilderment. They mouthed "on 3" and silently counted 1-2-3 and raced up and into the head to piss. The pair of dicks takin a piss reminded them of their early teen and pre-teen days when they'd race for the john in the morning. Michael's was heavy and while not as long, was just massively tubed and veiny. Ivan had the length and growing girth with that awesome swollen head, covered in pre-cum as he tried to focus on pissing and not the feel of his hardon in his hand. As always, Mrs. "M" reminded them to "brush your teeth", which always struck Ivan as odd, since what did holding your dick and pissing have in common with brushing one's teeth, other than the locale? They always did as directed though and arrived at the kitchen counter eager for their mom's breakfast. They left the pair of barstools for mom and dad and the boys took up positions on the loveseat as Mrs. M deftly opened the screen and sprinkled a few bits of birdfeed on the flat shelf area near `Birdie's' nest before taking her spot on a barstool. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM great mom" Michael expressed, followed by Ivan's nods of approval and a kiss for his wife of twenty-five years, from Mr. M. The eggs, bacon and toast with strawberry preserves just hit the spot along with coffee and milk to wash it all down. Ivan knew that after breakfast his mom and dad would want to check-out the neighborhood and so the boys agreed to KP duty and knew that would encourage their folks to take their Sunday morning walk; giving the boys some much-needed "freedom".
In short order, the kitchen was cleaned up and the folks headed out. As soon as the door closed, Ivan groped his crotch and Michael responded, "cum shoot time bro" they both agreed and hauled their dicks out to begin a serious jack and brigade launch of cum...Ivan was stroking and Michael was already their and boned out; his thick slightly upcurved cock spilling pre-cum from his slit. The dark pubes served as anchor for the dick tube and low hanging jock balls that swung in rhythm to his strokes. He dry humped the air and tugged his underwear down to his ankles. Ivan parroted his bro and both stood with underwear bunched at their feet, their right hands flogging cocks to even fuller erections. As Ivan fleshed out and assumed his full 9" hardon, he began tugging his furry bag with his left hand as he beat his meat with the right. Faster and more furiously the boys ramped up their J/O action in the open arena of Ivan's digs. "Birdie" made an appearance, picked at the food, flew away then returned for more; pausing to notice some activity inside the apt, but ignored it and resumed snacking. The boys grew closer and closer to their cum launches, as Michael urged through gritted teeth "'most there bro, u?" Ivan could only nod and close his eyes, "shoot the window bro from here" he directed Michael. Both boys blew their thick morning loads across the room, trailing it to the floor as it splashed against the window and their hardons still ached after shooting, were the center of attention. Michael added "good nut bro, REAL good", before both boys scrambled to clean the window and floor areas of cum and lit the pine-scented candle to mask their cum volume aroma. Grinning, they kicked back and Michael hit the shower while Ivan listened to tunes on his laptop add-on speakers. Soon Michael returned to the room, poured more milk as Ivan took his turn in the head. It was while he was showering that someone knocked on the door. Michael opened the door, thinking it was his folks, to find Jim Hemmings the salesman/neighbor in Apt H. They greeted each other, "Michael right" Jim questioned getting a nod and smile from Michael? "Ivan's in the shower and folks on a walk" Michael explained and invited Jim in. "I just wanted to check on things and ..." at that point Ivan exited the bathroom, saw the sexy Norse-looking guy talking to Michael and beamed. "Hey Jim bro, what's up" Ivan posed? "I was........" his remark interrupted by the front door buzzer, "must be mom and dad" Michael added, then left Ivan and Jim standing in the room to let his folks in. Jim grew quiet as the open door at apt L announced the stair-climbing parents and Michael in tow. "Well well, you came to see if we skipped with the furniture and welched on your sale" Mrs. M said dryly; then grinned. "Have you had breakfast young man, we have some muffins and fruit left or I can cook you some eggs and toast, tell me" she went on to add. Jim begged off and resumed his remark, "I just came up to see if everything was ok and you were happy with your purchase and our service and to let Ivan know that if he needed anything else, his word was good for me to sell him items on installments if he didn't quite have the cash at the time and remind him that I'll be happy to introduce him to the other tenants when he's ready." The family was impressed that Jim reached out and was so generous. Ivan's dick stirred and felt his balls fill. That all said, Jim begged off any meal and headed back to his place downstairs, with Ivan at the door bidding him, "thanks again for everything and we'll connect later bro" before both guys gave tentative thumbs-up exits.
Mrs. M went about straightening the apt, made the bed and made plans for lunch. Ivan advised he'd learned from Mr. Scott of a great burger place around the corner on Park, the Park Street Café. "My treat" Michael announced to which Mr. M responded, "holy Hannah mom, those are foreign words from my boy's mouth we better not delay, he might retract it." The family laughed and Mrs. M hugged her eldest son and sneaked a $20 bill in his pocket. Then unseen as all were headed out, Mr. M stuffed a $20 bill in Michael's hand and shushed his son to silence as they arrived to the 2nd floor and met the lady in apt G. Mrs. M began but was interrupted by the resident, "Hello I'm Doris, Doris Amberson here in apt G, you must be Ivan?" She reached to shake his hand and then those of the rest of the family, before disappearing in her apt. Mrs. M began, "She seems nice Ivan, so far the two I've met all seem nice, you should invite them to your place for a get to know each other party, I could make things, snack foods you know for your party." Ivan blushed then declined for the time being as they walked around the corner to the Park St Café, where Ivan would become a regular. The meal done, To Go desserts boxed and bagged for the return trip to #14, the family found Mr. Scott gathering cans on the sidewalk. Ivan introduced him to his folks and bro. Mr. Scott's attitude had softened a bit, thankfully and Mr. M urged the manager to call him and handed him a card, "if his boy needed any taking care of or help." Mr. Scott nodded and smiled at meeting the new tenant's family. Hitting the 2nd floor, they heard Katia's rehearsal fill the floor from apt F, "very nice voice" Mrs. M added as they continued up to the 3rd floor and Ivan's new apt. "AL, get that 75 watt bulb for that light here at the door, that must be a 40 watt bulb and it's just not bright enough out here on this landing at night especially" Ms. M advised her husband; who dutifully rummaged through the box of supplies, found the 75 W bulbs and replaced the existing 40 W bulb outside the door of apt L. She stowed the desserts in Ivan's fridge and announced it was time to pack up and head back home, with tears in her eyes. Soon the family made their way downstairs and out to the car, followed by open hugs for his mom and dad and then Michael too. He thanked his bro for lunch and as they pulled apart, Michael gripped his younger bro's hand to shake it and passed the pair of $20 bills with the obvious eye contact that said `say nothing'. They broke apart, the car made a U-turn on Vance St. and then honked as they turned onto Park and disappeared. Suddenly Ivan knew he was alone, there were children playing in the distance, some traffic noises. A bus roared through on the Park and Vance intersection as Ivan turned, climbed the steps to his new place, looked at the brighter light bulb beside his door, stepped into his new place and his new adventure. Noting the bus, he tugged out the bus schedule that he'd learned would take him to a block from the New Town Company studio and reflected on the time he'd need to be at the bus stop to make his cross-town journey on Monday morning.
Ivan reflected on his good fortune. His folks at first found the place shocking, but by the time they'd left, it was at least improved and acceptable and mom seemed happy with the two neighbors and dad was seemingly content with Mr. Scott. He smiled at his mom's remark about Katia's "very nice voice", not knowing that Katia's stare could freeze an oak tree he thought, he smirked and set out some clothes for his first day at his new job. He noticed `birdie's' plate was empty and while it was still early afternoon, he sprinkled a few more pellets on the ledge for his new pet, and tugged the curtains closed, before checking out his new bed. In no time he stripped, stretched out on the extra-firm mattress and began an involuntary slow stroke followed by a 2 hour edge session and massive cumload that hit his face, before trailing down across his torso and pooling at the dickbase in his black pubes. That was just what the doctor ordered for him to nab a quick nap and unwind. He dreamed of the earlier cum-launch session with Michael and drifted off into a deep sleep, waking two hours later, totally relaxed and rested. Sunlight no longer ponded at the base of the window, but as the sun receded west, had inched the shadow line nearer to the foot of his bed. While Ivan wasn't sold 100% on the arrangement of the meager furnishings in his place, it would suffice and he'd live with it for a few weeks and rearrange if needed. His main issue wasn't the location of the loveseat and small table near the window end of the room, it was the twin bed being so close to the front door that bugged him, but at the same time, he didn't want the sofa and table any farther away from the kitchen than it was; such a conundrum he quizzed.
Ivan picked at the slice of lemon pie until it was gone before there was a knock at his door. Opening it, he found Katia, bottle of wine in one hand and a corkscrew in the other. Ivan stepped back, invited her in and she headed for the kitchen, instinctively found the cabinet housing the glasses and poured a half glass in each, raised one glass to toast Ivan and his new spot here at #14, then reached for him and kissed him full on. Ivan melted and wasn't used to girls coming onto him that aggressively. After all he was the guy, it was his role to take the lead, he reflected as she wrapped her right leg around the back of his legs and rotated her tongue down his throat. Her hands gripped the back of his head and she softened her kiss; then abruptly stopped, resumed sipping her glass of wine and offered a quiet, "welcome Ivan" then strode across the room to the door. Before her staged exit, she pointed to the bed and offered, "needs a screen between here and there" then vanished down the stairs. Ivan's raging hardon drove against the denim shorts as he leaned against the kitchen counter, sipped his wine and uttered "DAMN"!!!!!!!