Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2016 09:33:36 -0700 From: Bizarre Incorporated Subject: Duplex - Chapter 3 (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. If you enjoy reading the stories here, please consider donating to keep Nifty going. You can donate here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter 3 – The Second Taste Just like after the first glimpse of gay porn at Neil's place, I resolved to not go back over after the blowjob, but the very next night, I was lying in bed and the feeling of his cum hitting my tongue and lips kept resurfacing. The taste, the warmth, the expression on his face as he shot his load on me. The way pleasure had rippled through me as cum shot out of my own cock. I sucked on my fingers, pretending they were his cock as I jerked off in bed. When I came, I brought my fingers up to my mouth and tasted it. It was similar, but different, too. Stronger and more tart or salty. I decided I wanted to taste his again. Neil wasn't around the day after that, so I was left to my hand again. The day after that, my mom actually got home from work early, so I didn't want to risk going over and getting caught doing something. On the fourth day, after I was getting home from school, I dropped my backpack off and then gathered my courage and headed over to Neil's place. He had two doors. One was a half-glass, half-screen door, and the other was the regular wooden door. Usually, the wooden door was open so you could see inside, but this time, both doors were closed. I rang the doorbell and waited, butterflies all in my stomach. It seemed like forever before he finally answered. "Hey Jason," he said, in a somewhat cold tone. "Hey!" I said back, avoiding eye contact. It wasn't the reaction I was hoping for from him. What he had done was hanging between us somehow. "Can I..." "Probably isn't a good idea today," he said, interrupting me. I think I flinched with surprise. Looking up at him, he had a stern look on his face. My stomach did a little turn as the butterflies all dropped at the same time. "Oh," I said. It wasn't the answer I had been expecting. "Okay." Neil just kind of nodded and then began shutting the door. I turned away from it, utterly confused and crestfallen. Why hadn't he let me in? I walked back to my place, and at first I was sure I had done something wrong. But Neil had encouraged me, he had offered his dick to me, and he had sucked mine, too. Why was he acting like this? I had no way of knowing that he was feeling ashamed, too. That he was probably scared he had done something so wrong that he was fighting his own feelings about it. He had cum in a thirteen-year old's mouth. At that age, the potential consequences for him did not dawn on me, and the guilt he must be feeling about it, or the fear of what would happen if someone else found out. I spent that first day listening to sad music and trying to figure out what I could do to make it right, but eventually, the more I thought about it, the more I became a little upset with Neil. How dare he turn me away? I decided from that point that it was better this way. I just wouldn't go back to his place and focus on being normal again. For the next few weeks, I focused on hanging out with some of my friends in the duplex. Scott, a kid down the street, was known for getting into trouble, and like me, he was being raised by a single mother. Even though he was a year younger than me, he was a little taller by a few inches, and he had dark brown hair and freckles on his face. Because of the southern heat, he liked to walk around in just a pair of shorts whenever we were playing outside, but somehow, his pale skin never tanned. It was a hot Saturday in September and Scott and I had spent most of it at the neighborhood pool. We were walking back, both shirtless, letting the sun dry our slender bodies off. Scott was as pale as he usually was, but I had gained a little bit of a tan over the course of the day. Our flip-flops clacked on the pavement as we arrived at my duplex building. Neil was outside, talking to his father's nurse that visited every other day. I saw his gaze shoot over to Scott and me. Our swimming shorts were still wet from the pool so they kind of clung to our bodies and you could see the small bulges of our soft cocks underneath. I felt that familiar wash of lust when I saw his eyes dip down. I waved at Neil and he nodded, but turned his attention back to the nurse. Right before Scott and I went into my place, I glanced back and saw that Neil was watching us go inside, checking out our pert little asses in our clingy trunks. I wished I could go over to his place now, just in my swimming shorts, and he could peel them off of me. The image started to make me go hard so I quickly tried to shake it out of my mind as I shut the door behind us. The duplex building we lived in was a two-story and each unit was a two-bedroom town house. The downstairs had the living room, my mom's bedroom, a bathroom and the kitchen. The upstairs was just my room, my bathroom, and a closet that was a mix of my stuff and other junk because it was the biggest closet in the unit. My mom was downstairs watching television and smoking a cigarette as Scott and I walked in. She asked us how the pool was and offered to make us some hot dogs. We accepted, and by the time we got up to my room, our swimming trunks were almost dry. "Your neighbor is a faggot," Scott said when we were alone, sitting on the edge of my bed and playing a Sonic game on my old Sega Genesis. "What?" I asked, surprised by the statement. "That guy you waved at when we walked up. He was looking at our dicks." This was not unusual behavior for Scott. He liked to talk shit about people, accusing them of being faggots, pussies, or whatever else. "So what?" I challenged. I made it sound like a joke so he wouldn't think I was defending Neil. "I bet you liked it," he said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "I did," I shot back. He looked unsure for a moment, but he didn't want me to get the best of him. We went through this routine all the time with other stuff. It was how we tended to get into trouble, by challenging each other until one of us took it too far. "I bet you like looking at dicks, too." He thought that was going to be the end of it, probably. "What if I do?" I challenged again. I could see his little black eyes trying to work something out for a second. "I bet you want to see mine," he said. His tone became less confident, though. I felt my heart beat because I realized that I could maybe work this in my favor. "Maybe I do," I retorted, grinning to hide the truth of the statement. "Fine," he said, standing up in front of me. "I'll pull it out right now." "Go ahead," I said. Scott's fingers were at the waist of his swimming trunks, the pale skin of his lower tummy showing. "I'll do it," he warned. "Fine," I answered. He pulled the front of his swimming trunks down so fast, I barely had a glimpse of his cock. It was semi-hard, with barely any hair around it. I wasn't even aware he was going through puberty because his voice wasn't all crackly like mine, but maybe that part would come later for him. It had barely slipped out before he had his trunks back up. I sneered at him. "Wow, that's it? I wanted to see more." "Fine," he said, and pulled his trunks down again. This time, his cock was harder and longer. He was uncircumcised, but the foreskin was pale like the rest of him and the tip of his cock was showing through it. His cheeks were beginning to blush as he quickly pulled the trunks up again. "Seriously?" I asked. "That was even shorter than last time." I could see the inner-turmoil on his face. He didn't want to lose the challenge, but he was also embarrassed to show it, probably because it was hard. I thought he had reached his breaking point and admit defeat, but he surprised me. "If I pull it out again, you have to suck it," he said. That thing about taking things too far? That was usually this point, and it usually meant making an important choice. I felt my stomach do a little leap and I felt the desire rise up in me. My dick was hard in my trunks, but he couldn't see it because of the way I was sitting. I was afraid to answer. What if it was a test and I said yes, and then he went and told everyone in the neighborhood about Jason the Faggot. But in the end, my desire was stronger than my fear. "Okay," I said, shrugging like it was no big deal. His fingers were still on the waist of his shorts, which were tented out with his erection. "I'm serious," he warned, and I could tell that he was. "So am I," I answered back. If he got cold feet, I could always claim that I was just fucking with him. I even flirted with the idea of doing that anyway. But then he pulled his trunks out and his fully hard cock came out in all its four-inch glory, and he stepped forward to my face. It must've been instinct at that point. I just opened my mouth and he pushed it in. I could still taste the chlorine from the pool on it. The foreskin was soft, and it didn't fill my mouth like Neil's had, but it still felt warm and firm. I heard Scott make a noise. It was both shock and pleasure that I actually did it. But he didn't pull away. He watched his dick disappear into my mouth, and I sucked it like I had seen in the video I watched at Neil's, like how Neil had guided me. I didn't use my teeth. I glided my lips up and down the short length of Scott's uncut dick. He lasted less than a minute. His cum hit my tongue without warning. It was saltier than mine, almost bitter, but I swallowed it. There wasn't much, and it seemed like it was over too quickly. He pulled back and covered his dick up, breathing a little heavily. "I'm not gay," he said quickly. "Either am I," I returned, although all evidence contradicted that statement. He did not offer to return the favor to me, and I did not ask. We ignored what we had just done, played video games for a few minutes, and then he said he had to leave. I didn't argue. He left, and I quickly jerked off thinking about what just happened. After, I grew a little afraid that I may have lost my friend, or worse...he would tell people what I had done. But then they'd know about him, too, right? Two hours later, I jerked off again, but this time, I imagined that I was sucking Scott off while Neil watched.