Neighbors

The place was a house down on the outskirts of the student ghetto. It was a nice place; for a three bedroom apartment it had a lot of space - two large living rooms, decent sized bedrooms, big kitchen, and a smallish extra room in the back. It was a little run down, like most places in the area, but affordable and roomy.

When I moved in I wanted to make a point of meeting my neighbors, so I kept an eye out to try and say hi or something while I was moving in. Next door lived two guys: Tony, an Italian looking guy - really friendly, thick Long Island accent, seemed pretty cool, and his cousin Gus. On the other side was a decent looking house - kept up better than most, so I figured the guys there were townies. I didn't see them much - every once in awhile I'd see one or the other walking in and out of the house, but the blinds were always drawn and they didn't seem to hang out much on the porch or anything. They got a lot of visitors, though - different people every time. I wondered if they were dealers or something.

Two weeks after the fall term started up we threw a party at the house. I didn't want to piss off any of the neighbors with the noise, so went around to all the houses near ours and asked if they were down with it, and then invited them. Nobody seemed to have a problem with it. The two reclusive dudes said they were cool with it as long as a bunch of broken beer bottles didn't end up in their yard; I said it wouldn't be a problem.

The party was awesome; we had a live band, a dance room, torches in the backyard - everything. A whole bunch of people showed up and it was generally a pretty good crowd - no drama went down or everything. We even saw most of our neighbors at some point, which was nice - we got to know most of them pretty well. Even the two guys next door showed up but I didn't get much chance to talk to them. I did notice they went back and forth a lot, usually with some guys from the party. I just figured they were smoking them up; only cementing my suspicion that they were dealers. Either way, it didn't bother me - I just remembered them as a potential hookup.

The next morning I went out on the porch to have a cigarette and noticed some broken bottles in their yard. Being a good neighbor, I got a trash bag and went out to pick them up. It was pretty hot out so I was just wearing flipflops and a pair of shorts. I figured it would be good to work on my tan, anyway, what with fall just around the corner.

It only took me a few minutes to get nearly all of it. There was one broken bottle that I was having to pick all the pieces up of. While I was bent over doing that I heard a voice say, "Hey." I turned to face their house and one of them was standing there in a pair of shorts. He had a nice body - defined, only a little blonde body hair, a strong six-pack, and a thick goatee. Man, I'm a sucker for goats...

"Oh, hey." I stood up and stretched my back a little bit, trying to look good.

"Thanks for picking up all the glass."

"Oh, no problem. Sorry it got there to start with."

He walked out onto the lawn and glanced around. "That was a good party. Thanks for inviting us. My names Tyler, by the way." He offered his hand.

I shook it. "Tom."

"That was a fun party last night. We added a lot to our collection."

"Collection?" I asked.

"Weren't you ever over last night?"

"No, I stayed over here the whole time," I told him.

"Well, the game's about to start in five minutes or so; you wanna come in and watch, and we'll show you the collection?"

Our college team had the bad luck to only be carried on normal TV at weird hours. You could only see it live on some obscure cable channel, which I didn't have. I was a big fan though, so jumped at the chance. "Yeah, sure! Thanks!"

"Cool. Just come on in when you're done."

"Okay. Seeya in a bit."

Tyler walked up into the house and I hurriedly finished picking up all the glass, nicking my finger while doing so. I tossed the stuff into the herbie and ran back to grab a shirt, noting my roommate Stan still passed out on the couch with his hand down his pants, then ran back next door.

Tyler was just opening a beer from his fridge. "You want one?"

I smiled. "Not after last night...I'm still a little slowed over."

"Water then? Juice?"

"Yeah, sure." I could use some liquids in my system. He poured me a glass. While I was taking my drink, a stark naked guy walked into the room.

I snorted into my glass and OJ splattered. "Shit...sorry," I sputtered, and reached for a paper towel off the roll.

"Hey, don't worry about it," said the new guy in a deep, throaty voice. "Here, I got it." He grabbed a dishtowel off the oven and helped me wipe up the mess.

"Sorry. You, uh, took me by surprise," I apologized.

"I just got out of the shower," he commented.

Tyler spoke up. "Tom, this is Wes, Wes, this is Tom from next door."

He held his hand out. I shook it, trying not to stare. Shit, he was well-hung. Good body, too, like Tyler's, but a little bigger and shaven smooth. "Pleased," he smiled.

"Tom missed the collection last night," Tyler said to him.

Wes broke out in a big smile, his deep blue eyes twinkling. "Did he, then? Guess we'll have to show him."

"Oh yeah, I nearly forgot. What's the deal with this collection?" I asked. It was sounding a little creepy, really, but right then I heard the game in the other room. "Oh, shit, it's on!"

"Oh, yeah," Tyler muttered. He followed me into the room. "Just sit anywhere," he said with a smirk. The only place they really had to sit was a couch.

I plopped my ass down and Tyler sat on the other end. Wes came in a moment later with a pair of shorts on and sat between us. As into the game as I was, I could smell the two of them, and it kinda turned me on. I kept trying not to make it obvious when I looked over at either of them - they were both pretty hot. I started fantasizing a bit about a three-way...

At the commercial, Wes nonchalantly put his arms up on the back of the couch, brushing my shoulder with his hand. I glanced over. "Sorry," I muttered, doing the whole touching-another-man-is-bad routine.

"Don't worry about it." He stuck his hand down his pants to 'adjust' himself. "You work out?" he asked, looking down my legs.

"Um, yeah. About four times a week," I told him.

"It shows."

I smirked. Maybe I did have a chance with these guys. "Yeah," I pulled my shirt up to show my abs, "I'm trying to get a good six pack but having a hard time with the definition." I flexed that muscle you flex to keep from pissing so my cock would throb a little, since I knew they were both looking in that direction.

"Looks like you've got some pretty good definition there," Wes answered, feeling my lower abs. His hand brushed against my cockhead underneath my shorts.

"I like to get a good all-over workout."

"Really?" Wes answered. "I think I could give you a workout right now," he remarked, and 'adjusted' himself again, this time to accentuate his boner.

"I could go for that." I smiled big and turned a little on the couch to face him more directly. Wes stood up and Tyler slid over and slowly rubbed my stomach. Wes took my shorts in hand and pulled them off my legs, letting my cock thwap against my belly.

"All the way up to your belly button, huh?" Wes said, and unwrapped a condom he'd produced from somewhere or another. Tyler started kissing me lightly. I put my left arm around his neck and spread my legs a little bit more so Wes could get in more easily.

I had thought he was going to suck me off, but instead I felt his cockhead probing against my ass. I spread a little more to let him in, and gasped a little as I felt him enter. He took it slow, which was nice - most times I'd been fucked the guy just shoved it in and went at it. While he was plugging me, Tyler and I made out a little. I slid down further on the couch and he straddled me. I took his cock in my mouth willingly and went to town, jacking myself a little as we went.

It didn't take Tyler long before he pulled it out and came all over my chest. Wes came after a few minutes but his dick stayed hard and he kept going. Me, I just kept getting hornier and hornier. Tyler started making out with me again and playing with my nipples a little bit, and my cock just got as hard as it's ever been. At this point I wanted Wes to speed up some but he kept it at a steady pace, in and out, in and out. Right when I felt like I couldn't take it anymore without exploding, I felt a pinprick on the side of my neck.

Suddenly my mind went fuzzy for a minute. Wes pulled out and Tyler wiped me off. "You want to see the collection now, don't you Tom?" Wes asked in a way that made it sound more like an order than a question.

My head felt a little weird. I'd just go along with him. "Sure."

"Why don't you stand up," he suggested to me. My cock was still hard as a rock - so hard it hurt. "Come on, follow us downstairs," he told me. I just went along with him; it just seemed like the right thing to do. When I stood up I felt fine again - must have been a headrush or something.

The three of us headed down a set of wooden stairs into a surprisingly spacious basement with a linoleum floor, cold under my bare feet. Wes gestured flamboyantly about the room. "And here is our...collection. Feel free to look around."

All around the room were about a hundred of what looked like highly realistic casts of hairless male genitals, all erect, balls hanging. Each was accompanied by a photograph of the guy it came from and a name. More were lying on a table next to mounting plates and more photos, apparently waiting to be mounted. "What are these?" I asked. "Realistic dildos or something?"

"Something like that," Tyler answered. "We only have some of the ones from the party up already." He gestured toward a corner and I went to look at the cocks over there. I knew most of the guys, and hey, here was my roommate Stan. Damn...he was pretty well hung. Too bad he was straight.

"How do you get them all to let you make the casts?" I asked.

"Casts?" Tyler asked.

"He thinks they're just casts of the genitals," Wes remarked to him. "No, no," he addressed me, "These aren't casts. These are the real thing."

"What?" I was incredulous. "You mean...these are actually their cocks and balls? You cut them off?"

"Yeah, more or less. We preserve them in the plastic; they'll stay around forever," Tyler answered.

"And they all just...let you?"

"Yup. It doesn't hurt much. Most guys are happy to do it," Wes explained.

"Wow." I was hornier than ever. My roommate Stan's dick, right up there on the wall. There was Chris, some of the guys I wrestled with, and my buddy Brian... "Wow."

I turned around to say something to them again and was surprised by Tyler holding up a camera. "Say cheese," he said, and snapped the picture.

"So you want to be in the collection, don't you?" Wes asked. He had a funny tone to his voice, but it was okay - I did want to be in the collection, my cock permanently erect, mounted up on the wall next to the others...it was the hottest thought I'd had in weeks. What a great idea!

"Sure," I answered. "What do I need to do?"

"Just come over here and rest your dick in here," Wes beckoned. He stood next to a little metal box on a table with an indentation in it shaped vaguely like male genitals. I put myself into it, and he closed a hinged lid onto it. "We'd normally have to shave you but I see you took care of that for us," he said, smiling.

Next, Tyler snapped a metal ring around my genitals and pushed it into the hole in the box my junk was in. It pulled it all away from my body a bit, and the ring snapped into the hole in the box, sealing my genitals inside. I was still hard as a rock - I hoped they'd fuck me some more after they were done.

"Ready?" Wes asked, a big smile on his face.

"Good thing I'm not much of a top, huh?" I joked. Wes took that as a yes. All I felt was a flash of heat, and then I was no longer attached to the box. The pressure just came off my groin, and when I looked down it just looked like my belly went all the way around between my legs. There was a little redness and a tiny hole in the middle, but that was it.

Tyler handed me a bag of ice. "Here, hold this on it for a minute or two; it'll keep the swelling down." It didn't hurt much at all. "We have to keep it in there for a minute until the plastic cools off."

"Cool. Um...I hate to ask, but, I'm still kinda horny...? Maybe while we wait?"

"Sure," Wes answered. He bent me right over the table and went at it. "I love fucking eunuchs." I was still loosened up from upstairs and pretty relaxed. I...came...quickly. I dunno if that's the right word, but it was definitely an orgasm - it felt a little weird without any cumming or my balls tightening up or anything, but it still felt good. As Wes and I were wiping ourselves off, Tyler opened up the machine. A little puff of steam came out, and after a few moments he lifted my dick and balls up out, still hard, all sealed up, out of the machine.

"Can I touch 'em?" I asked. Tyler handed them over to me. They were still warm, but the plastic was smooth and firm. Every detail was preserved, every little vein, every bit of texture on the head. The base, where the actual cut was made, was fitted with a metal disc to cover all the gooey parts. There wasn't even any blood visible. "It's amazing," I exclaimed. "How long does it stay, you know, fresh?"

"Pretty much forever. The preservation process keeps the cells from decomposing," Tyler explained. "Too much exposure to light or weird temperatures can break it down after awhile, but that would take years. Down here they'll last a lot longer than any of us will."

We finished watching the game upstairs, my attention during the commercials usually turning to myself and my new groin. I dug the smoothness. Pissing was a little weird; I had to sit on the toilet and kinda bend over to direct the stream where I needed it to go, but when the time came to put my pants back on that was all forgotten as I revelled in the feeling of my shorts up against my bare groin. Even walking was sexy.

I got fucked again by the two of them and then headed back over to the house; we still had to clean up a lot of trash and empty cans and such over there. Stan was up and moving around by this point, randomly picking stuff up and tossing it in the trash, emptying out cups and cans and such. "What up?" he greeted me as I walked in.

"Yo."

"Where you been?" he asked.

"Next door."

"Oh, really? What did you guys do?"

"They introduced me to their collection. I noticed they had you down there."

"Yeah; I went over there last night." He rubbed his groin. "How you like it?"

"I dig it so far. What about you?"

"I dunno yet. Pissing's kind of a pain but I like the way my pants sit. It was weird not waking up with a boner. Well, one attached to me, anyway." He shoved his shorts down, exposing his smooth crotch, and rubbed it a little. "I thought it would hurt a lot more but I'm barely even sore."

"I'm just wondering what they're gonna say when I'm in the showers."

"At wrestling practice? I wouldn't worry about it." He smiled. "They got most of the team."

"Yeah, I saw some of the pictures. They didn't have 'em all up yet, though."

"I told 'em I'd try to get the rest of the team over at some point. Maybe tonight. Coach Stuckey'll be in for a shock. I'm just waiting until all of us turn out in our singlets, flat in the crotch."

We both laughed a little bit; he would freak.

"So, uh," Stan muttered, a little nervous. "Can I, uh, see yours?"

"Sure." Hell, I was proud. I stepped out of my shorts and stood there naked for him to check it out. He reached out to touch it, making me all tingly. If anybody had told me a few hours before that my hetero roommate would be feeling up my groin I'd have thought they were nuts.

"This kinda makes me horny, you know?" he said.

"Yah, me too," I replied.

We didn't really finish cleaning for a few hours, as I taught Stan some things about his prostate...

Monday was our first wrestling practice. It wasn't too tough to see who was in the collection and who wasn't; those singlets don't hide much. Coach Stuckey didn't really say anything either, which was almost a let-down, and took off right after practice. In the showers, the guys with dicks seemed more entranced by our new state than frightened by it - a little weirded out but that seemed about it. Two dudes, Caleb and John, actually asked if they could swing by sometime. I said sure.

When I asked Tyler and Wes about it they said to send anybody their way who was interested, and to definitely let them know if we were throwing another party anytime soon, which was good - we were planning on it in about a month for Stan's birthday. Wes asked if I could get him a team photo before the party - "I think it'd be pretty cool to have all of you guys right next to each other," he said. I actually thought so too, so made sure to get him one, and sure enough, the day after he had the whole set.

Stan turned into an assfiend. He had started losing strength so got this hormone gel stuff that made him a total horndog. I hadn't had any problem with that myself (naturally high testosterone levels, I guess), but it seemed like every time I walked in the kid had something shoved up in him. Beyond our occasional fooling around together, he never really did get into living guys, but our senior year he found a chick who dug a neutered guy.

I ended up with a guy that Tyler actually introduced me to. The kid was a total bottom, too, but for obvious reasons that didn't really pose a problem. In fact, we sometimes wonder if we'd ever gotten together without Wes and Tyler's most unusual collection.