Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2001 21:35:41 EDT
From: ChyldofWynd@aol.com
Subject: Naughty Jock (part 1) A/Y

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Naughty Jock

I sighed as I looked out my bedroom window at 8:00am. I had just woken up
to the sound of banging and yelling. Our neighbors, the Patterson's had
moved out a few months earlier and now it seemed someone was moving in. I
looked around for who my new neighbors would be, but no one was in sight
except for the moving guys. I shrugged and got dressed. I'm a pretty decent
looking guy. I'm sixteen, and I have golden-blonde hair that sits messily
atop my head. My eyes are blue. I'm not Mr. Universe, but I work out at the
gym a lot, so I have a pretty decent body for a kid my age. I don't have to
much body hair. I have a dark blonde patch of hair under each arm, and a
treausre trail of hair leading to my pubic hair, which I keep nice and
trim. I thought I looked pretty good, and so did alot of the girl at
school, but they wern't what I was looking at...

I went downstairs and ate some breakfast. Me and my mom lived alone, and
she worked most of the time to support me and the house. We lived pretty
well, but every now and then we were a little short. Anyways, I went down
into the basement to play some video games and watch T.V. I got so involved
in them, I didn't come upstairs again until 1:00pm. My mom wouldn't be home
until about 8:00pm, and I wasn't aloud to go very far without her there,
since she was very over-protective, and I was her only son.

So I went back upstairs to get my basketball when I noticed the moving men
were still getitng things situated. I peered along the yard and still
didn't see the people who lived there, and as I was about to turn away, I
made a quick glance at the bedroom window right across from mine, and
that's when I saw him. He was probaly about twenty-three or so, about 6", a
very toned, but not to muscular, body. He had the cutest puppy dog eyes, a
square jaw, I could tell even from across the yard, and messy dark brown
hair that hung about an inch above his forehead.  He was the gorgous. I
stared at him- he seemed to be reading something that looked alot like
blueprints, then he shook his head and walked away.

I didn't go back to the window, or even attempt to see him again the rest
of the night. I decided to chill for a bit. I went back down to the
basement and watched some more T.V. At about 6:00pm, I heard the doorbell
ring. The first thing that went through my mind was "Let it be him!", but
then again, I really didn't want to confront him just yet. Well, I ran
upstairs and looked out the window by the door and, just as I hoped, it was
him. My heart was racing and I quickly opened the door, (something my
mother would have killed me for), and looked at his beautiful body. He was
even more gorgous up close.

"Hi!" he said, "I just moved next door to you, and I thought I'd say hi."
He had a perfect smile. He had little dimples that made his eyes sparkle.

"Oh, um... hi." I said, rather embarrased. I knew I was turning red, and I
couldn't help but smile back at him. He was so adorible. "My mom is at work
right now, it's just me. She'll be home later, around eight or so."

"Oh, okay. By the way," he smiled again and held out his hand, "My name is
Scott."

I took his and shook it gently, while he gave mine a nice firm shake. He
always stared you in the eye, which made me melt. He turned to leave but
then something caught his eye and he turned back. "I'm Jake."

"Hey! You like the Lakers, too?!" He pointed at my basketball jersey. I was
thrilled to see he showed interest in me. "I love the Lakers! Ever since I
can remember I've been a Lakers fan."

"Yeah. I like the Lakers too. Actually, I love anything basketall." I said,
going even deeper into shades of red.

"Really?! Cool!" then he paused, "Hey! Maybe you and me can shoot a few
hoops sometime." He nodded to my basketball hoop in my driveway.

"Yeah, sure. That would be cool. I was going to shoot some hoops now." I
knew I sounded like a dork...

He shrugged. "Hey, I don't have anything to do. I'm not even going to think
about unpacking now! So, a little one-on-one?"

Oh god. That's just what I needed to hear...

"Yeah, sounds good. I'll be right back, my basketball is in the basement."
I ran down to get it, my heart racing. I looked at the clock- 6:03. My mom
would be home in a couple of hours, so I can't stay out TOO long.

I went back out side and to my delight, he had taken off his shirt and was
now wearing a white wife-beater. I didn't blame him. It was hot and humid
outside, I hated this kind of weather. He smiled as I walked out the door,
and lifted his arms so that I would throw him the ball. He had lots of dark
hair under his armpits and I was afraid I would get a hard-on right then
and there. It was starting to get a little dark out this time of year, and
the rays of dusk were shining on his glitening body. I threw him the ball
and he caught it, dribbled it, and slam dunked it.

To make a long story short, we played basketball for about an hour, and I
was enjoying every minute of it. He turned me on so bad, I had to force
myself not to think abou thim sexually, which was extreamly difficult. At
the end, it was getting pretty dark out, the last rays of sunshine were
poking through the horizon. We were both hot and thirst and panting for
breath.

"You want something to drink? We've got central air, so it's pretty cool in
my house." I said, hoping he'd say yes and come in.

"Diffinately. My water isn't even turned on yet." He followed me in and
sighed when the cold air hit him. He was just to cute.

I got us two bottles of water and he drank his down in less than a minute.
He was still a little sweaty. I looked at the clock again- 6:56. I have
enough time. I thought I'd ask him if he'd want to watch T.V. or something,
but he said he had to go home now, and get situated. He shook my hand and
told me he had a lot of fun and that we'd have to do that more often. I was
more than happy, and I went to jack-off immidiately.

My mom came home at around 8:30 and asked me what I did. She was so worried
about me... I told her that I played basketball for a while. I didn't dare
tell her about Scott. She'd kill me if she found out I was out with a
perfect stranger.

I headed off to bed a few hours later and just sat their, looking out my
window, hoping he would come in so I could see him. His window was a bit
lower than mine, so I could see him real well, but he'd have more trouble
seeing me. Well, after about an hour of fantasizing about him, my wish came
true and he walked into the bedroom. I could see now that he had an air
matress on the ground with a blanket and pillow. "Yes! This is where he
sleeps!" I said to myself. He shook his head at all the boxes the towered
over him, and pulled out some clothes. Then, he did the unimaginable. He
started to change, right in front of me. My hand was instantly down my
pants asI watched him take off his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned
body. Then he slid his pants off and I about died when I saw the big bulge
in his briefs which was his cock. I only could imagine what it really
looked like. I prayed that we would keep going, and that's just what he
did. He pulled his briefs down and looked down at his cock. It was big,
uncut, and simply beautiful. I'd say it was about 7 inches, about an inch
bigger than mine. I was jacking off feriously now, and thinking about him
touching me, and me touching him. I watched him get dressed and plop into
bed. I orgasmed then. I didn't even think to get some tissue, I just let it
spill out into my boxers. I would worry about that later. And as if my
night could get ANY better, I watched as he slid his hand into his
sweatpants and jack off. If I thought I had any more cum in me, I would do
the same, but I just watched with a huge hard-on. He came in a piece of
newspaper that was laying around and went to sleep. I didn't. I stayed up
half the night thinking about him...

~

The next few days came and went in a daze. He didn't come over again, he
was to busy packing. He also didn't change in his room, atleast I didn't
see him. But he did wave to me and my mom on our way to the car. I was glad
he didn't come over, I was afraid he would mention us playing ball
together.  My mother said he seemed nice, and maybe he'd be a good
influence on me. She was worried about me because I didn't grow up with a
father, and was constantly tring to find positive role modles for me. Only
this time, I was glad.

I watched out my window again, hoping he'd get undressed again. He came
into his room, and stripped down to his underwear. He slid his hand down
them and started to play with his cock until it got hard. Then he took
those off too, and jacked-off, along with me, of course, watching from my
window. When he was about to cum, he looked up and stared me straight in
the eye. I froze. Then I quickly closed the curtains and jumped into bed, I
felt like dying. I had a chance to be his friend, and now he thinks I'm
pervert! He might even tell my mom! I almost cryed and after a couple of
minutes, I gathered up the nerve to just peak through the curtains to see
what he was doing. He was still standing in the window, jakcing-off and
look straight at me. I didn't know what to do. I was schocked. He must have
known I was looking again because he motioned for me to come closer to the
window. I don't know why, but I did. I thought he was going to yell at me
or something. Just the opposite. He smiled at me, that brilliant smile, and
stroked his cock right in front of me. I couldn't belive it. Then, he
pointed at me, and motioned for me to do the same. I didn't hesitate. I
pulled my pants down and started wanking. We both got off watching each
other masturbate. He came first, and I shortly after. Then he winked at me,
smiled, and went to sleep, naked.

~

The next morning I couln't wait for my mom to leave for work. The first
thing I was going to do was go over there. I knew we wanted eachother, and
gathered enought courage to knock at his door about an hour after she
left. He answered it, with a smile, and in his boxers. My cock popped up
instantly. He ushered me in and appologized for the clutter. He still had
alot of boxes left to unpack. He did, however have a couch, which we both
sat on. He put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder. I melted. I
never dreamed I'd find a man I could be intimate with at this age, but one
so fucking hot?!

We didn't even really talk much. He put his hand on my inner thiegh and
started rubbing it. I was already hard, but I got even harder. I was so
nervous. He ran his fingers through my hair and it calmed me down a bit. We
still didn't talk much. He slid his hand up further and then rubbed my dick
throught my pants. I loved to be fondled. His head came close to mine and
he started landing kisses on my neck and cheek. I was in perfect bliss. I
loved to be taken over. He kissed my lips and slid his tounge into my
mouth, I massaged his with mine. It was great. I felt I was about to cum,
so I grab his hand quickly; I didn't want to cum yet. He pulled it away.

"Do you want to do this?" He asked.

I just nodded. He smiled and slid his hands under my shirt and played with
my nipples, his hands were rough and course, and it felt great. He went
lower, a little past my belly button and pressed down, like the doctor does
at a physical, I whimpered a bit. He took off my shirt and kissed my neck,
my chest, my nipples, my stomache. I just lay back with my eyes closed and
my dick hard.

"Put your hands behind your head." He whispered to me. I didn't think
twice, I just did it.

He burried his face into my armpits, licking the hair under my left, and
running his fingers through the hair on my right. It felt just great. He
did that for a while and then went back to kissing my body, pressing his
palm against my throbbing crotch. Then he stopped, and layed back. I looked
at him, hoping he didn't want to stop. He just stared at me.

"Your turn."

Those two words meant more to me than anything I'd ever hear in my
life. The first thing I did waslift his shirt off and kissed him like he
kissed me. I licked his nipples and chest, and neck. Then I shoved my
tounge down his throat and held him tight. I wanted to do to him what he
did to me, so I told him to put his hands behind his head. He smiled, and
did as he was told. I first ran my fingers throught the thick black hair
under his arms, it was soft and warm. I lowered my head and kissed his
armpits a bit before I used my tounge to find my way throught the jungle of
hair. He moaned a bit and told me it felt great. But I was tired of this. I
wanted more. I reached down, still tounging his pits, and unbuttoned his
pants, sliding my hands down beneath his boxers and onton his cock. Shivers
went up my spine, and I think I enjoyed it more than he did. He moaned
pretty loud and I teased his cock a bit before really getting into his. My
arm was going up and down, and the other one was rolling his thick balls
around my fingers. He told me to stop before he came, so I slowed down a
bit, then eventually stopped. I pulled my pants down, and then my boxers,
so I was naked except for my socks. I did the same for him and sat on his
lap so both our cocks were touching. I leaned into him and started to rock
back and forth so my cock slid up and down his. He wraped his big, manly
arms around me and pulled my closer to him. He reached down with one and
started to finger my ass. He didn't go in very deep, but it felt pretty
good. Then he put both hands on my ass, and while using his finger to
finger-fuck my ass, he started lifting my up against his cock. I was
kissing his neck, and armpits, and nipples. Just about anything to turn him
on. After a while of this I cumed onto his belly. My orgasm must had
triggered his because we both moaned nice and loud. We waited for our cocks
to be not so sensitive, and then humped softly, our cocks and cum melting
together in an infinate ocean of pleasure. I lay their in his arms for a
long while, never wanting to part...

~

Hey! If you like my story, and want me to write a sequal, e-mail me. You
can also tell me what parts you liked to most so I can add a few more of
those. I also take suggestions and CONSTRUCTIVE critisizm. I will delete
any hate mail, so don't even bother with it. My e-mail is:
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