Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2016 21:04:47 -0700 From: Bizarre Incorporated Subject: Duplex - Chapter 1 (Adult Youth) The following story is a work of erotic fiction that includes sex between consenting adults and minors. It is not meant to condone or encourage the situations depicted. If it is illegal to read such material where you live, then please refrain. Chapter 1 – The First Glimpse When I was thirteen, we lived in a series of duplexes that were each a different color, each separated into four town houses. We had four neighbors, one next to us, and two across from us. I lived with my mother, who was working and going to school full time, trying to support the two of us because my father had been sent to prison on drug charges. I won't say exactly where we lived, because these stories are true, but I will say that it was in a southern state, it was often hot and humid, and it was near the ocean. At thirteen, my puberty was in full swing. I had a little hair under my arms and around my privates, and it was just becoming noticeable on my legs, but most of my body was smooth. My voice was a mess, cracking all the time, but growing deeper every day. I was only five feet tall, but I was slender and very active. I rode my bike along trails, what we called "the outback", that were behind my house. At school, I participated in track and field. There was something about running, the freedom and joy I felt with my shaggy blonde hair getting caught in the wind. Because we were relatively poor (my mom had a lot of debt to pay off because of my father), we didn't have the luxury of a nice computer. We still had an old computer that ran on floppy disks and couldn't even run Windows. But one of our neighbors, Neil, had a computer. He didn't actually live in the duplex, he was just caring for his ailing father and spent much of the day there. He was tall with reddish hair and a beard, and slightly overweight. My mother and him often talked outside the apartment and he was familiar with me, and when he found out we didn't have a computer, he suggested we could use his whenever we wanted. He had many awesome games on his computer, but my favorites were Myst and Time Lapse because they transported you to different environments that you could explore for hours. I was soon going over to his place about an hour or so every day after class. Neil would just sit and watch television, or take care of his dad in one of the bedrooms. A few times, I even met Neil's father, who could be rolled out in a wheelchair to eat his food. It was hard for him to talk because of a stroke he had suffered a few years earlier. The main attraction on Neil's computer was the internet, though, which was still new to most people at the time. I could log on and go to movie websites, and chat with friends on AIM. It was a whole new world, ready for exploration. One day, I had just come over and Neil was putting his shoes on. "Hey Jason," he said. "I was just about to run to the store." "Oh..." I was a little disappointed, expecting to be able to use the internet. "Well, I can come back." Usually, if Neil wasn't in the apartment, then I had to leave. "No, it's fine. I'll be back in a few minutes. You can use the computer." "You sure?" "Yeah, no problem. I'll be back in like ten or fifteen." "Thanks!" I quickly hopped on the computer while Neil grabbed his keys and left. He left the main door open, but closed the screen door. I just settled into my normal routine, planning to log onto AIM to talk to my friends. I opened the internet browser, and clicked the down arrow to find a recent site and paused. Like five spots down on the listing, I saw the address: www.cockworld.com. To be honest, I wasn't sure what "cock" meant. I had heard the word before, and knew it involved something with sex, but had never really explored it much further. But I clicked the site out of curiosity. The page loaded and I found myself staring at images of men sucking on other men's dicks, or sinking their dicks into other men's asses. One of the images had three men in a train, all of them looking like they were in pure ecstasy. I quickly clicked out of the site, afraid that Neil might find out I had seen it. Now I knew Neil was gay, though. I had suspected, so I wasn't surprised, but I had never imagined seeing something like that. I turned to the screen door, afraid he would be watching me through it, but I couldn't see him. The place was quiet except for the sound of a television in his dad's bedroom. I looked down at my crotch and in my jean shorts, I could see the bulge of my erection. The gay porn had made me hard. I touched my cock, looked at the screen door again, and then went back to the website. I was mesmerized, clicking different pages on it, looking at different photos of guys fucking each other. Without realizing it, I had begun to stroke myself through my jeans. Neil wouldn't be back for another 10 minutes, he had said, and his father couldn't get out of bed. After a moment of hesitation, I unzipped my shorts and pulled my dick out. It was rock hard. I stroked it carefully, listening for the sound of a car door closing outside, or footsteps up the walkway. I kept looking back at the screen door, fully excited. I think I was close to cumming when I heard a car door shut. I jumped and quickly pushed my dick back into my shorts, zipped them up, and clicked to a different website. A few moments later, Neil came back into the apartment. He glanced over at me and carried his shopping bag into the kitchen. "Want some lemonade?" he asked. "Ummm, no thanks." I was afraid if I had to get up to get it, he would see my boner. I was afraid to look at him, so I was pretending to be focused on the screen, but I could see him in my peripheral vision. He poured himself a glass of lemonade and then looked at me as he sipped it. He was quiet for a few moments, and then he went still and just stared in my direction. I pretended not to notice. "Jason," he said finally. "Hm?" was my elegant response. "Can I get on the computer real quick? I forgot to do something earlier." "Oh...yeah, sure." It was his computer, what was I supposed to say? The problem was, my penis was still pretty hard. Neil walked over to me and I got up, doing my best to face away from him, and then I cleverly shoved my hands in my pockets, hoping they would hide the bulge my cock was causing. Neil sat down in the chair and I nervously watched him. He clicked the down arrow on the address bar and my heart skipped a beat when I saw that www.cockworld.com had now moved to the first spot, which meant it was the most recently visited website before the one I was currently on. Neil didn't do anything for a few seconds. My boner was starting to go down from the fear of being caught, but suddenly, he clicked the internet settings and deleted the history. "Okay, all done. It's yours." He got up and walked away from the computer as if nothing had happened. I wasn't sure what had happened, so I just sat down at the computer and tried to play on it for a few more minutes. But honestly, the fear and excitement of what had just happened was doing a number on me, so after a few minutes I told Neil that I had some homework that I needed to take care of. "You sure? You're welcome to stay." "No, thanks. I'll be back." I smiled at him and left his apartment. He shut his door after me and I hurried home. My mom was still at work, so I knew I had time to myself. Once I was inside, I told my dog, a mutt with a blue tint named Moon, to get out of the way and hauled ass upstairs to my bedroom. I shut the door behind me and breathed for a moment. What had just happened? Did Neil know that I had been looking? Why wasn't he mad? I laid down on my bed and started to relive the images from the site in my head. My cock grew hard again in my shorts, and I knew I had the place to myself, so I unzipped them and pulled my five-inch cock out again. It felt so good to stroke it. I closed my eyes and softly worked my hand up and down my circumcised cock. The images turned from still photographs to real life scenarios. I imagined myself as one of the men, on my knees sucking a big cock. Then the scene shifted, and I was on my knees in front of Neil. My tongue was out, touching the tip of his cock as he looked down at me. Then he had me turned around and his cock was pushing into my ass. As I imagined it, I pushed my shorts down. One hand stroked my cock; my other hand moved down, touching my taint and then moving to my virgin hole. I teased it as I imagined Neil was fucking me. I jerked harder. Pre-cum was leaking out the tip of my cock, running down it and causing each jerk to make a wet, slapping sound. I began to moan and lifted my shirt higher up, above my nipples. In my head, I was lying face down on Neil's bed and he was lifting my shirt up and pushing his cock against my ass. I was getting close. I could feel it building. My finger began to enter my ass. It slipped past the point of resistance. I gasped, and suddenly came. It shot all the way up onto my chest, then trailed down my flat, smooth tummy. It finished by running down my fingers, all warm and sticky. I tried to catch my breath. I had just jerked off while fantasizing about Neil. A wave of guilt washed over me and I quickly got off my bed and peeled my clothes off. I jumped into the shower to wash the semen off me, which now seemed disgusting somehow. Evidence of my impure thoughts. I resolved to not go back to Neil's place, afraid he might know what I had done in the privacy of my own bedroom. I would come to discover my resolve wasn't always that strong.