"Tommy!"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Come on down, would you?"

"'Kay!"

Tommy Williams came down the stairs and stopped in the front hall when he saw his mom talking to the next door neighbor, Mr. Miller. Hank Miller gave Tommy the creeps. He was 64 and retired, about six foot four, with broad shoulders and a growing belly. He was a big bear of a man who should have reminded 10 year old Tommy of a grandfather, except for the way he looked at Tommy.

Hank Miller turned to the boy and smiled. As always, it was a big, friendly smile, but it was his eyes that made Tommy nervous. The man's eyes always travelled up and down Tommy's slender, athletic body like he was imagining what the boy looked like underneath his clothes.

Tommy stood nervously as his mother, Ann, stepped over and put an arm around Tommy's thin shoulders. Tommy was short for his age at just over 4 feet tall.

"Mr. Miller here has a favor to ask you, Tommy," his mother said, smiling.

"A favor?" the boy asked, confused.

"I have some boxes and stuff to move at the house," the neighbor explained, gesturing back toward his home, "and I could use some of that young muscle! My arms and legs aren't as strong as they used to be," he added, winking at Ann. Ann giggled and hugged Tommy, beaming at the odd man, about whom she didn't seem to see anything unusual at all.

"And," she added to her son, "He says he'll pay you for your help!"

Tommy knew they needed the money. His dad had taken off so long ago he couldn't even remember him, and his mom had been struggling ever since. He looked up at Mr. Miller and saw the man staring at him, his eyes continuing their up and down survey. He swallowed and looked at his mom, who beamed back.

"How long will you need him?" she asked the big neighbor.

"Oh, a couple, three hours should do it." Miler replied.

Tommy's stomach lurched at the thought of spending three hours alone in a house with the man, but there was little he could do. He couldn't turn down the money, with his mother so pleased about him earning it. And he couldn't say anything concrete about his reluctance, because the man had never done or said anything inappropriate to Tommy before. Tommy had seen him watching through the windows and stuff, but that was all.

And besides, his mom would be right next door, so what could happen?

"Okay," he said, "I'll go change." All he had on was a pair of tattered cut-off jeans so short that the pockets showed under the frayed hem in front, and an old tank top.

"Oh, that's OK." Mr. Miller said, "It's pretty dirty work. You don't want to wear anything too nice."

"That's fine, Honey," Tommy's mom said helpfully, "just wear what you've got on."

- - - - - -

So Tommy found himself at his creepy neighbor's house, carrying boxes from the basement to the attic, and schlepping different ones back down. It seemed like a big waste of time to the boy, who began to suspect that the "work" was just a ruse to get him over there.

His suspicions were confirmed when Mr. Miller stopped him after half an hour of labor and invited him over to the couch for some lemonade.

"Look, you're sweating right through your shirt!" the older neighbor pointed out. Tommy was aware that his shirt was sweaty. The air in the house was stifling. All the windows were covered by heavy drapes, leaving the interior dimly lit - and depressingly private.

"Here, let me help you out of that thing," Miller said, reaching for the bottom of Tommy's shirt.

"No, that's OK," the boy protested as his neighbor started to pull up on the thin garment, "I'll just keep it on!"

"Don't be silly" Miller said, pulling harder on the shirt, until it slid over Tommy's head, raising his arms with it. Miller paused during the removal of the shirt, holding Tommy's arms over his head, gazing at the boy's bare chest. Tommy's nipples were hard from the warm air moving sluggishly across his sweaty chest.

"There!" Miller said, tossing the damp shirt onto a side chair, "Much better!" He grinned at the half naked boy, now dressed in the shorts and sneakers with white ankle socks.

"Shall we get back to work?" he asked. Tommy spent another half hour moving boxes as Mr. Miller directed him, frequently reaching out to caress the boy's arms, back and butt. By the second break, Tommy's body was dripping sweat, and his small cock was rock hard.

"Here," Mr. Miller offered him another glass of lemonade, and the boy gulped thirstily as Miller took his phone from the table and snapped a picture. Tommy looked at him curiously.

Miller was looking at the photo on his phone, smiling. "You take great pictures, you know that?" the man asked, 'You're very photogenic."

Tommy stood uncomfortably while his neighbor took more pictures.

"Turn around," Miller said, and Tommy complied, pivoting slowly.

"Stop!" the man called, and Tommy looked back over his shoulder while his employer took pictures of his back.

"Good," Miller said, stepping up behind the boy and resting his big heavy hands on Tommy's bony shoulders. The 10 year old could feel the man's belly against his back, and he stiffened when Miller pressed his crotch against Tommy's spine.

"You're a beautiful boy, Tommy," the man murmured. Tommy's skin prickled. Miller's hands moved down his arms to his elbows.

"You can earn more money, you know," the man said, "Lots of money, actually."

"Uh, oh. Really?" Tommy replied nervously. He tried to turn away, but the big man gripped his elbows, firmly but not painfully.

"Mm-hmmm. There are people who would pay for your pictures. Especially if you were - you know."

"What?" Tommy asked, "If I were what?"

"Wearing something else," Miller answered.

"Like what?" Tommy said quietly, fearing the answer but wanting to know about the money, which he and his mother really needed.

"Like your underwear," Miller said, "Underwear pics are always popular."

"Oh, really?" Tommy didn't like the idea of being alone with this man in his underwear.

"I'll give you an extra 10 dollars for some underwear pictures," the man offered. He turned the small boy around to face him, looming over the slender child with his hands gripping Tommy's upper arms. Miller sat on the couch, pulling Tommy over to stand in front of him. Without waiting for the boy's consent, he unfastened Tommy's shorts and pushed them down over his hips, exposing his white briefs. Tommy crossed his hands over his genitals, but Miller took his wrists in his large hands and pulled them apart, staring at the peak the boy's penis made in the front of his underpants.

Miller kept a grip on Tommy's right wrist while reaching for his camera, then let go to lean back on the couch and snap some pictures, focusing on Tommy's crotch.

"Here," Mr. Miller said, rising, "Switch," He moved around Tommy and guided the boy to a seated position on the couch so he could take more pictures. He had Tommy lean back and spread his legs apart while lifting his knees up. The thin cotton of his underwear stretched across Tommy's penis, which stayed hard throughout the photo session.

Miller told Tommy to turn and kneel on the couch cushions while leaning on the back and look over his shoulder. Tommy managed to smile as directed, and Miller praised him for the quality of his poses.

Tommy found that he liked the process of posing. He basked in the attention and praise from the older neighbor. The 10 year old almost forgot about his near nudity.

Almost.

"Good," Mr. Miller said, finally setting his phone down on the end table, "Let's take a break." Tommy sat on the couch, and Miller stepped up close, looming over the slim, seated figure. The big man's crotch was eye level with the boy.

"Wanna make an extra twenty?" Miller asked huskily. Tommy couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in his neighbor's pants, inches from his nose.

"How?" he asked breathlessly.

In reply, Miller pulled down his zipper and fished in his pants for his cock, which emerged to hang in front of Tommy's face; long, thick, and crawling with thick veins.

"Uh, I think I should go," the nervous boy said, starting to rise. Miller pushed him back down with a hand on his shoulder.

"Wait," the man said, "I think you'll really like this." So saying, he put a big hand on the back of Tommy's head to hold him still, and with his cock in his other fist, he rubbed the warm, bulbous head of the thick rod on Tommy's lips.

The boy winced, closing his eyes as his stomach flipped. He opened his mouth to object, but his tormentor pushed his cock between the boy's lips before he could speak.

'Mmmm. MMmmmm!" was all that Tommy could say. He put his hands on Mr. Miller's hairy thighs in an effort to push the man away, but his strength was woefully inadequate to the task. Miller held his head still with both hands and pushed the end of his hard cock in and out of Tommy's mouth in short jabs.

"That's it, Baby," Mr. Miller panted. Tears sprang to Tommy's eyes. He was afraid to make the man mad, so he didn't put up a big fight. The big cock didn't really taste bad. The boy could smell the man's pubic hair, and though it was musky, it didn't stink.

But he was totally grossed out. It was more the idea of having a man's penis in his mouth that bothered him than any discomfort. He felt helpless.

The inexperienced youth didn't know what to expect, but what happened next was definitely a surprise. Mr. Miller started pumping his cock in and out of Tommy's mouth faster, causing the boy to drool. A long string of spit hung from Tommy's chin, swinging back and forth, before snapping off and landing on his stomach.

Then Mr. Miller pulled his cock out of Tommy's mouth suddenly, leaving the boy open-mouthed, staring dumbly up at the man jerking his cock at his face.

The first shot of semen hit Tommy on the cheek, causing him to flinch. The next 2 spurts landed on the boy's tongue before he could even think to close his mouth. The rest dribbled and pulsed from the head of Miller's cock, leaving several trails of pearly slime on Tommy's shocked, red-cheeked face.

"Ahh, ahh, uh-ahh," Miller gasped, "Don't move." he told the stunned boy. Tommy sat on the edge of the couch with Mr. Miller's semen dripping off his face while the man grabbed his phone and snapped a bunch of pictures.

"These pictures will be more popular then the underwear shots!" Miller muttered, seemingly to himself.

Popular? Tommy thought. Was Mr. Miller going to show the pictures to someone else?

"Uh, Mr, Miller..." Tommy started, worried.

"Don't worry kid," Miller assured the boy before he could voice his concern, "Nobody has to see these. Nobody you know, anyway." Tommy wasn't sure what the man meant, but what could he do?

"As long as you cooperate, that is," Miller smiled ominously.

"What do you mean?" Tommy asked. Mr. Miller handed him a towel, and he wiped the goo from his face as the man answered.

"I mean don't tell anyone about this," Miller said. That would be easy. Tommy had no intention of telling! He nodded his acquiescence, and Mr. Miller ruffled his hair with his big hand.

"Atta boy!" he said, smiling. He stood looking down at the nearly naked boy pensively.

"Man, you are one hot piece of ass, Tommy," the man said quietly, "You're gonna be real popular." This sounded ominous to the boy too, who stood up silently, hoping to be allowed to go home.

"C'mon," Miller said, picking up Tommy's shorts and tossing them to him, "Let's get you home." Tommy pulled his shorts on gratefully, drawing his shirt on over his head as he headed to the front door, where his big neighbor waited. Mr. Miller bent down and took Tommy's shoulders, his face inches from the slender boy's. Miller kissed Tommy before the boy knew what he planned. The man's thick wet tongue slithered between the startled boy's lips and explored the interior of Tommy's mouth. He struggled weakly, but the man's grip was too strong.

When Miller stood, Tommy's cheeks burned with embarrassment. His chin was slick with Miller's saliva.

- - - - - -

"So how did he do?" Tommy's mom asked when Miller dropped him off.

"Oh, he was great," the tall neighbor assured her, "Just great!" Tommy blushed and looked down at his feet, humiliated.

"In fact," Mr. Miller went on, "I could use him tomorrow, too."

"Really?" she asked, as Tommy's head snapped up. He felt his stomach twist, looking at his mother's excited face.

"I could really use him all day tomorrow, if he's available." Tommy listened with growing horror as the man who had just abused him asked his mother permission to take him for a whole day.

"I have to work tomorrow, but I suppose he could come over, if you can keep him for the whole day," his mother said tentatively.

"Of course!" Miller said, grinning hugely, "I'll make sure the boy gets lunch, so don't you worry. In fact," he said, fishing in his pocket and withdrawing a wad of paper money, "Why don't you go have a nice dinner out?" He peeled off several bills and handed them to the astonished woman.

"Here's what I owe you for today," Miller said. Then he added a 20 dollar bill, "And here's a little something for you," He dropped a wink, and Tommy saw his mother blush.

"Well, I don't know if I should," the woman hesitated, clearly wanting to take advantage of the offer.

"Go on, we'll be fine. Won't we, Tommy?" Miller grinned maliciously. All Tommy could do was nod. He couldn't tell his mother what the man had planned, or the pictures would come out, and the money would dry up.

"It's settled then!" Miller announced, "I'll be by before 9:00 to get the boy." He shook hands with Tommy, then his mother. Tommy saw that the man held his mom's hand a little longer than necessary, and that she let him.

Tommy turned and went inside with his mother, dreading the coming day.