Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2018 23:02:59 -0700 From: Vance Von Jungsburg Subject: The Intriguing Neighbor (Gay / Adult-Youth) The following story is fictional. None of the events, characters, businesses or cities are real. Please do not read if you are under 18 or if the content is illegal in your jurisdiction. Email me if you liked the story or want to comment at vereinington@secmail.pro. Thanks, Vance. Nifty needs your donations to provide this valuable platform http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story was relayed to me by a boy over the space of several days. I told him he should write down his experiences. He wasn't interested but he told me I could write them down myself. He asked me to change his name, so I'll call him Nate. He looked it over after I wrote it and made a couple changes, but said it was good. Nate told me I made him sound smart and creative. I told him that was because he was smart and creative. -- Vance V. THE INTRIGUING NEIGHBOR I really just wanted to see a man's dick in real life, but I never guessed it would lead to me getting a blow job. It was my first one, and honestly, it was way better than I imagined. I sucked Jackson and Seth a little, but after I shot my cum down Jackson's throat I got tired and sort of lost interest. Also, I was thinking that this went against everything I had been taught. The Bible explicitly said that man should not lie with man. But I wasn't really a man yet, and we didn't really have real sex, and I decided I didn't really believe most of the Bible anyway. After he blew me Jackson made us scrambled eggs and tortillas and this spicy Mexican sausage stuff and we watched "Family Guy." It was funny. My mom doesn't allow it in our house. I first noticed this man Jackson when he was flying two drones in the middle of the street over on Spruce. He had three kids with him - that kid Seth who was always trying to talk to my younger sister Desiree, that little kid Kenny who hung around with Seth, and some other kid I didn't know. Jackson was letting Seth pilot one of the drones and the kid I didn't know was piloting the other. Jackson was giving them directions and tips on flying, but he didn't sound mean or anything. He sounded like a dad teaching his sons. I knew he wasn't Seth's dad, but maybe he was Kenny's or the other kid's father. I hadn't seen my own father in ten years. He left my mom before she became Christian. He lives in Silicon Valley with another family. I get a card or e-mail from him every now and then. I have some half brothers I've never even met. They're one-quarter black like me. I guess my dad likes white women. I had been walking to the playground in the trailer park to see if anyone was around and hadn't even planned on going down Spruce Street, but when I heard all the laughing and carrying on I went over to investigate. Seth was holding the remote controls and a drone was hovering over his head about twelve feet up. I knew Seth from around the neighborhood. He was thirteen. I had just turned fourteen, but used to hang with him when we were younger, 'til my mom said he was a bad influence. I had to make up excuses why we couldn't do things together anymore. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. My mom was super-overprotective about everything. My mom and me and my thirteen-year-old sister Desiree moved to this trailer park about three years ago from Portland when my mom got a job at a book distributor. I wish we still lived in Portland. My mom home-schools us because she doesn't trust the public schools. She thinks we would be indoctrinated and she thinks the other kids will be a corrupting influence. I have a couple friends from my weekly home-schoolers group meetings and from church, but none of them live close enough for me to walk to their house or ride my bike. So I usually spend time by myself. I like to read, and I like to draw. So when Seth notices I'm watching him and the others flying drones he nods to me. "How's Desiree, Nate?" he asks. I tell him she's good. Desiree is at home making a cheesecake with my mom. Seth has thick, straight dark hair that falls over his eyes. I wish my hair was straight but it kind of curls in every direction. It's actually a bit lighter than Seth's hair, even though my dad's hair is black. I guess because my mom has blonde hair. Seth is a few inches shorter than me. I'm nine months older than Seth but I'm pretty tall and skinny for my age. People ask if I'm a basketball player but I'm not. The man sees me and comes over. He's an older guy, maybe 40? I'm not good at telling how old adults are. He has a beard and what I'd call a hipster haircut - short on the sides and back, longer on top, and sort of slicked up and back. He's wearing a red t-shirt with a picture of a pink squid on it. "Have you ever flown a quadcopter?" he asks me. I tell him I haven't and he asks if I want to try one. "Hey, Jackson, maybe me and Nate can race!" Seth yells. Jackson - that's what this man is named. I notice there's a hula hoop tied to the top of a tall wood stand on one side of the street. Seth is flying his quadcopter through the hula hoop. "I think Nate might want a little practice before you guys start racing," Jackson says. He calls me by my name, which makes me happy for some reason. Jackson takes the controller from the kid I don't know and lands the drone in the street right in front of where he's standing. He motions me over and shows me the remote control. It has a lot of switches and buttons on it and I'm sort of nervous because it looks complicated. "Now I know it looks like a lot of buttons and sliders, but you really only need to know two controls when you're just learning," Jackson says. "When you get more comfortable you can learn what the other things do." Jackson goes on to explain the direction and acceleration control and the up, down and hover control. They're little balls that you turn with your thumbs. "Now gently push the button on the right forward - the copter will start climbing," Jackson instructs. I push the button and the copter goes up really fast. I let out a little scream of surprise. Jackson and the guys laugh at my reaction. "Don't worry, Seth crashed his copter into the side of my trailer the very first time I let him try," Jackson says. That makes me feel better. Jackson tells me to be really light with the controls, not like I'm playing a video game, but more like I'm pushing a feather through the air. Jackson puts his hand on mine to guide me a little bit. His big white hand covers my skinny light brown hand. It's a little chilly out and his warm hand feels OK. I sort of get the hang of the controls and Jackson let's me do it on my own. After a while I get good enough where we can race. We have to fly to the hula hoop, go through it, and back to where we started and land on a piece of plywood that Jackson laid in the street. The winner gets to keep racing and the loser has to let somebody else go. Seth wins every time, but he has a lot more practice. Kenny is pretty good, too. The kid I don't know is not even as good as me. It's still super fun. Jackson takes pictures of us racing. During one race my copter makes a hard landing and pieces of plastic go flying. I'm embarrassed and worried but Jackson says it's fine - he just has to replace a rotor. He goes into a nearby trailer. "So is Jackson your dad?" I ask Kenny. "Nope, his kids are grown up," Kenny answers. The kid I don't know chimes in. "He's gay, and Seth is his boyfriend." "Lawson, you asshole!" Seth yells. "I ain't gay! You are!" "Then how come you spend all your time over at Jackson's?" Lawson taunts. "My sister even seen you coming out of his place at 2:00 in the morning." "You motherfucker!" Seth yells. "I'll show you who's the faggot!" Lawson and Seth grab each other and tumble onto the patch of grass in front of Jackson's trailer. The boys wrestle but I can't tell if it's serious or if they're just playing. During the fight it looks like Seth is trying to pull down Lawson's pants. I hope he gets the pants down. And the underwear. I'm curious about what this kid's butt would look like. He's a little bigger and more muscly than Seth. Seth is wearing black sweat pants. They would be easy to pull down. I decide I'd rather see Seth's butt but Lawson doesn't try to pull Seth's pants down. Eventually Jackson comes out of his trailer. He watches the boys roll around on the ground a bit and even takes a couple photos, then tells the boys to stop. "Guys, give it a rest. One of you is going to end up in the emergency room." He says it calmly but firmly and the two boys stop. "I just got a beta of the new "Assassin's Creed," Jackson announces. Anyone interested in taking it for a test drive?" The other boys sound really excited so I say I want to play, too. I know what "Assassin's Creed" is, and I even played it once at my friend Sam's house, but I really don't have much gaming experience. My mom is very strict about computer use. We have one computer in our house. It's on our breakfast counter and we are only supposed to use it with supervision. I'm allowed to use it for online studies from our home-school curriculum and sometimes mom lets me watch Youtube videos, but she has to log onto the computer with a password to let me do that. We don't have any gaming systems at home. We go inside Jackson's trailer. He's got a huge flat screen on one wall and every gaming console ever made. Seth tells me Jackson works in the video game industry. We take turns playing, but Seth is sort of a hog and won't let anyone touch his controller. That's OK, since I'm not very good at the game and keep getting killed. Jackson brings us bowls of chocolate ice cream without asking us if we even want it. I get an ice cream headache because I eat mine too fast. Kenny gets bored and leaves. While Lawson and Seth are sitting on the floor in front of the big TV, Jackson and I sit on the sofa behind them. Jackson starts asking me questions. I tell him about my life, my sister and how I'm home-schooled. Jackson asks what I'm into. "I like reading and drawing," I tell him. "That's cool. I like both of those things, too," he says. He asks me about my drawings. I like drawing superheroes and fantasy things like dragons and monsters. "I worked as a video game designer for years, but I started out as an illustrator doing backgrounds and characters for games," Jackson tells me. "I'd love to see your drawings sometime." He offers to give me his number and tells me I can text him anytime, but I have to tell him I don't have a phone. "Well, you can just come by with your drawings," he says. "I'm almost always here. When are you free?" It's kind of cool that Jackson is showing an interest in my art, but I'm also a little worried he won't think I'm very good. But it's fun hanging out with him and I want to come back again, so I tell him I'll come over on Tuesday. Tuesday afternoons are when my mom takes Desiree to her gymnastics class I have about an hour-and-a-half to myself. It's the only time in the week when I'm alone in the house. Mom works the swing shift but she's off on Tuesdays. I'm in charge of Desiree when mom's at work, except on Sundays and Tuesdays. When I get home I go through my drawings and pick out the very best ones. I want to impress Jackson. He seems really cool. I can't stop thinking about my afternoon with Jackson and the other kids. What if Seth really was Jackson's boyfriend? Jackson seemed kind and attentive to Seth, but he seemed that way with all us kids. I wonder if Jackson might be gay. I've never met a gay person. If he is, he doesn't at all seem like what I pictured a gay person would be like. I sometimes have gay thoughts, but I think it's just a phase I'll grow out of. Actually, I have a lot of gay thoughts. I remind myself that I need to think about girls more often. That evening before I go to bed, I look at myself naked in the bathroom mirror. I'm not sure I like what I see. I'm skinny and hardly have any hair on my body, just a tiny patch above my dick, and that just came in recently. My skin is sort of light cocoa-colored and my hair is curly, but not super frizzy. It's gotten kind of long recently, and now it sticks out in every direction. My face looks more like my mom than my dad. I have her small nose and green eyes, but I got my dad's lips. They're sort of big for my face. My mom says I have a kissable face. It's gross. The middle section of my body is lighter than the rest. My dick is hard right now. It points out and up. I was 5 1/2 inches long the last time I measured it. I keep hoping it will grow more. I start rubbing it and imagine Jackson is sucking it. I picture us both naked on a bed. Jackson has a man's body - in my imagination he's hairy and muscly. I start jerking quicker and cum in the sink. For the next two days all I can think about is Jackson. I jerk off three more times fantasizing that me and him are having sex. Tuesday afternoon finally comes. I put on a clean pair of black basketball shorts and a brand new long sleeve t-shirt. I gather my best drawings and go over to Jackson's trailer. He invites me in and I notice Seth is there, sitting on the couch playing video games. I'm a little bummed because I'm not sure I want Seth to see my drawings and because I had the tiniest hope that something might happen between Jackson and me. That couldn't happen with Seth there. One good thing, though: Seth is leaning back on the sofa and he is just wearing light blue briefs and nothing else. I can see his shirtless body and his legs and a bulge in his underwear and it sort of turns me on a little. It's not even that hot in the trailer, so I guess he just wants to be comfortable. I wonder how big Seth's dick is. And whether he has any hair down there. "Hey, Nate," Seth says in a friendly way. "I'm looking forward to seeing these drawings," Jackson says. "Why don't we sit at the table?" I'm happy because that means Seth won't be looking at my art. I lay my drawings on the table and Jackson turns on the light over us. He starts leafing through my pictures. "That's really good. You have a keen sense of anatomy," he says as he looks at a drawing I made of Thor. I had brought about 25 pictures, and after looking through them all, Jackson returns to a drawing of Robin from Young Justice. I did it in pencil but colored it in with Prismacolors. "This is my favorite," Jackson says. In the picture, Batman's boy partner Robin, who is a young teenager, is in a crouching fighting pose. "The skinny but muscular arms and legs are great. Do you ever sell your art? I'd buy this one." I had never really thought about selling my art, but feel flattered that he asked. "Uh, you can just have it. I can always make another," I tell him. But Jackson won't hear of it. He presses a $20 bill into my hand. During our conversation Seth comes over to look at the picture that Jackson was so keen on. "Wow, Nate, you're a really good artist!" He sounds sincere. Seth continues, "Jackson sometimes draws me. His style is different." I ask Jackson if I can see his art. At first he says he'll show me some other time but then he decides I can see it. He goes into another room then comes out with a big sketch pad. "Now I mostly do life-studies, which is a classic art exercise," Jackson explains. He opens the first page of the sketch pad. I'm looking at three rough sketches - they look really rushed but they all appear to be drawings of naked boys. In two of the sketches, the penis area is just a quick rough shape, but in the other, it looks like Jackson had taken more time and I could clearly see a cut penis, balls, and a little pubic hair. I turn the page. This one has just one drawing, and it looks like Jackson worked on it for a while. It's clearly Seth, lying on his stomach naked on a bed. My throat goes dry. I wonder if this is what Seth really looks like with no clothes. His butt cheeks are rounded and smooth. I start to get a boner. I gulp and flip to the next page. Seth is now lying on his back. His cock is about the same size as mine but his balls look huge. He's circumcised like me and has a little patch of pubic hair. I feel like Jackson and Seth are waiting for me to say something. "These look so realistic," I say. I have to see what's on the next page. On this page, Seth is kneeling on the bed, looking to his left. His cock is hard and pointed out and up. I don't want to seem like I'm lingering on this picture, but it is really hot. I've never seen another boner but my own in real life, except when I was six and my friend Julian showed me his. I turn the page so the guys won't think I'm abnormally interested in boner drawings. The next page has Seth lying on the bed with his arms pulled above his head and his back arched. His dick is still hard. "I just draw what I see," Jackson explains. I look up at Seth, who is standing over me looking at the sketch pad. His crotch is just over my right shoulder. I could lean over and nuzzle it. Seth grins. "Posing naked gives me a boner," Seth says, shrugging his shoulders. "Looking at pictures of myself gives me a boner, too." Seth grabs his groin and squeezes. I can clearly see the shape of his hard dick through his briefs. My face goes red and hot and for some reason I feel embarrassed, even though I haven't done anything. I look back at the sketch pad. Jackson says, "Seth is a crazy kid. The first time I drew him naked he popped a boner instantly." Jackson says it with a sort of "what can I do about it?" expression in his voice. Before I can even think about what I'm saying I blurt out "Can I draw you sometime, Seth?" This whole situation is so overstimulating and I'm seeing things I've never seen before and I am so horny. I have to see Seth naked for real. "Why not right now?" Jackson asks. "I have more sketchpads and pencils. We can both work on our figure studies with Seth." Before I can answer, Seth pulls his underwear to his ankles and steps out of them. There it is - Seth's big hard dick in real life, just inches from me. Seth turns sideways and makes a body-builder pose, lifting his arm in the air and flexing his bicep. His boner sticks straight out from his mid-section. I stare at it. Jackson returns from another part of the trailer with a sketchpad and a couple pencils. He picks up the sketchpad I had been looking at earlier, sits next to me at the table, and opens it to a blank page. "It's OK to enjoy looking at the human body," Jackson says. "Nature gave humans an interest in the physiques of their fellow humans - it's been that way since we were cavemen." Jackson starts sketching Seth but I'm worried because I always spend a lot of time on drawings erasing and refining things. I'm not used to quick sketches with a live model. "Just start moving your pencil and trying to capture the line of Seth's body. You don't have to worry if it's good or proportionate or looks like Seth. It's an exercise that will help you make good art in the future." I start sketching Seth. He's still facing sideways but has stopped making the body builder pose and is in a more relaxed position. One leg is placed slightly behind the other. I try to draw what i see. I'm glad my sketchpad is covering my lap because I have a boner. "Sometimes an artist will just concentrate on one part of the model, like hands or feet or whatever," Jackson says. I look over at the drawing he's working on. I don't know if Jackson is trying to be funny, but he has drawn a huge closeup of Seth's dick and balls. It takes up almost the whole page. It looks exactly like Seth's boner with its slight upward bend. The big round balls in their tight ball sack are just like Seth's too. When Jackson sees me looking at the his drawing he hurriedly sketches in some shots of sperm shooting out of the pee-hole. "I'm just kidding around," Jackson says and laughs. He looks at my drawing. "Nice. You're getting the feel for Seth's body." Seth jumps in: "I wish someone WOULD feel my body! I'm getting tired of standing here." Then he adds with a slight teasing tone, "How about it, Nate? Wanna feel my boner?" He steps towards me and thrusts his hips forward. I know it's naughty. I know it's something I shouldn't do. I know that God won't be happy if I do. But I can't help myself. I reach out and feel his erection. It's warm and hard, but also soft. I run my fingers up and down its length and feel his balls. My mouth is really dry and I feel light headed. "You like that, don't you?" Seth asks. "I knew it." I am unable to stop. "Go on, you can suck it. I know you want to," Seth says. I haven't even gotten that far in my thinking, but now that he offered, the idea of putting it in my mouth really does appeal to me. From the corner of my eye I can see that Jackson is watching closely. I slip my lips over the head of Seth's dick. It doesn't really taste like anything. I start exploring with my tongue. Seth begins gently pushing deeper. The warm hard penis fills my mouth, but in a comfortable way. I start moving my head back and forth, like I've seen in the pornos I'd recently started watching when my mom and sister were out of the house. I'd cracked my mom's computer password six weeks ago. When mom logged onto the computer she always typed the passcode really fast, but I figured it out by watching her. I would pretend I wasn't looking as she typed it in, but every day I'd memorize one or two more characters in the code. It was long, but finally I got it. It was "ThyWillBeDone1979." My mom was born in 1979. The first time I was able to log on I didn't even know what to do. I googled "people having sex" and found my way to Xtube and Pornhub. Every Tuesday afternoon after that, when Mom and Desiree were at Gymnastics class, I would go to those sites and play with my dick for an hour and fifteen minutes. I'd cum right on the floor under the breakfast stool. Then I'd clean up and erase my browsing history. I was most fascinated by the men's hard dicks. I told myself it was a stage I was going through. I was curious about a man's penis because I was going through adolescence. After a couple weeks, though, I was only watching the the videos with men. The naked women just didn't interest me. I was hoping they would when I got older and out of this stage of adolescence. Anyway, I got off track! Back to Seth's dick in my mouth. I'm really enjoying the sensation. Seth is gently holding my head and pumping his hips. He's getting faster and deeper. "That's right, take it. Yeah, take it deep," Seth says under his breath. Suddenly he's gone too deep and I start gagging. I release his dick and go into a little coughing spasm. "Jackson, I think you need to too teach Nate some of your dick sucking skills," Seth says, but not in a mean way. Jackson leans in toward Seth and I get out of the way. His mouth covers Seth's hard cock and he takes it all the way in 'til his nose is pressed against Seth's little patch of pubes. He holds it there for a few seconds and pulls back, then begins a slow in and out rhythm, letting Seth go deep into his throat then shallow in his mouth. Seth puts his hands on Jackson's head and starts thrusting to get his cock as deep as it can go. Jackson starts rubbing Seth's ass, then takes a break from his cock to lick his big round balls. Jackson's mouth returns to Seth's dick and the thrusting gets quicker and more frantic. Finally Seth tenses and stops moving, his cock buried deep in Jackson's throat. I see Jackson swallowing and know that Seth just came. Jackson finally pulls off Seth's dick, which is long and slimy with spit and cum. Seth collapses on the sofa. Jackson turns to me. "How about you, buddy? Ready to have your dick sucked? You've had a hard-on for a while." "Er, I, uh..." I stutter. I do want to have my dick sucked, but I was hoping to see Jackson's dick. I want to see a real man's cock, not a boy cock like Seth's and mine. "Can I try sucking you?" I blurt out. "You sure about that?" Jackson asks. I nod. Jackson unzips his jeans and pulls them down to his ankles. He's wearing light gray boxer briefs. I can see his hard dick pointing to one side. He pulls them down to his ankles, too, and his cock springs up. It's bigger than Seth's or mine - both longer and thicker. His large round cock head is moist. He doesn't have a huge bush of pubic hair and his balls are smooth. I would later find out that he trims down there. I lick my lips, then notice I'm doing it and feel a little embarrassed. If Jackson sees he doesn't say anything. I scoot over to Jackson and take his cock in my hand. I almost can't get my hand around it. Touching Seth's dick was like touching my own, but this one feels bigger and more powerful. I stroke it a couple times then put my mouth on it. The tip is salty and I smell a slight musky smell mixed with deodorant or soap. It's a smell that I would soon come to crave. Jackson is much more gentle than Seth, not pushing or grabbing my head, just letting me explore his dick with my mouth. I try to get it in deep but feel a gag coming on so I stop. Jackson tells me I'm doing great. By this time Seth has gotten up and is watching. "Rub his balls. Yeah, like that," he coaches. "Take his cock out of your mouth and lick it up and down." I follow Seth's instructions. Jackson says, "That feels great. You've turned into an accomplished cock sucker in just one afternoon." I feel a bit proud. I want to be a good cock sucker. My mouth starts getting tired and my kneeling position is not too comfortable. Jackson seems to notice. "Hey, let's take a little break. You don't want to overdo it your first time," he says. "How about I work on you for a bit?" By this time I'm so turned on and my dick is screaming so loud to be let out of my shorts that I would have agreed to anything. Jackson tells me to sit on the couch and relax. I sit and he spreads my legs apart, then gets between them. I look down at him, a real grown man looking at me. He looks like he wants me. Jackson begins to rub my crotch through my shorts. They're black nylon basketball shorts, so there's not a lot of fabric between my hard dick and his fingers. I'm so ready to cum. He grips the waistband on either side of my hips and starts pulling. I lift my butt up so he can get them off. In one swift motion he has my shorts and boxer briefs down at my ankles. He puts his hands on my hips and takes my cock into his mouth. It feels warm and wet. He slowly starts taking me deeper, in then out, then in a little further, then out, then in a little further. I feel the pressure behind my balls building up. Finally, my dick is as deep as it can go in Jackson's throat. I look down at him. His nose is touching my pubes. I can't hold it any longer. My ass and abdomen muscles clench and I release. It's the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. Jackson keeps me in his mouth and swallows everything I just pumped out. After a few seconds he pulls off, then licks my cock as if he's cleaning it. I fall back on the couch exhausted. I close my eyes and it almost feels like the room is spinning. "I think he liked it," Jackson quietly says to Seth. "Yeah, I think so," Seth says, then "I'm getting hungry." Jackson goes to the kitchen to make us something. "So are you Jackson's boyfriend?" I ask Seth. "Naw, I ain't gay." I let Jackson suck me sometimes. He's just a good friend," Seth answers. I think it's a little weird that a kid who's 13 would have a good friend who's 40 or whatever, but then I think I'd like Jackson to be my good friend too. Or maybe my boyfriend, but Jackson would probably think I'm too young. I'd later learn I was wrong about that. Jackson had no problem with a fourteen year old boyfriend, but I'll save that for another time. Anyway, that's my story about how I first met Jackson. I asked him to change my name when he writes it all down, and he'll probably change his name in the story too.