This story is based on the Australian soap-opera "Neighbours". The story
involves two of the younger male characters in the series. The story
implies nothing about the characters or the actors who portray them, and is
nothing to do with the commercial TV station which makes the soap.

"Good Neighbours"

Billy wore khaki shorts, a plain white t-shirt, black cotton socks, and
tennis shoes. His mop of blond hair was tousled, the fine blond hair on his
legs softened the line of his muscles, and the tan of his young flesh
glowed warm and golden against the black of his socks. Billy would soon be
eighteen, and was in many ways a man, while still a boy in musculature and
in his playfulness. But he was becoming a man: he knew how to pleasure
himself, he knew what he wanted from life, and he knew what he wanted from
his friends.
As he knocked on young Paul's door, he knew precisely what he wanted from
his younger schoolmate. But Paul had no inkling.

Paul had been embarrassed at the time of the school formal dance that he
had no skills on the dance floor, and that all the girls knew this. He had
tried getting his girlfriend, with whom he was going to the dance, to teach
him a few steps, but he was all left feet and she became inpatient. In the
end she gave him an ultimatum: either you learn to dance, or I go with
someone else.
Paul knew that all the girls in the school were hot for Billy - and that
Billy was one hot dancer. So Paul had asked Billy if he would come round
one night, when the house was empty, and show Paul a few basic steps.
He was nervous, but was glad Billy had accepted to help him out. He had no
idea Billy had ulterior motives.

As Paul opened the door, he smiled at Billy. Billy smiled back, cocking his
head slightly to one side, and letting his bright blue eyes scan his young
friend. Paul was sixteen, and a very sweet sixteen at that. Billy had
noticed him as soon as he'd come to the school, and had dated his sister
just to get to know him. He'd helped Paul out of a few situations in school,
and the two had become friendly. Billy was like an elder brother for Paul.
Paul was dark-haired, with dark lashes over his deep-set brown eyes: a
pretty face, or even beautiful, but not "handsome" like a man's. He was
slimly built, but with a fit young body that any soccer player would be
proud of. He wore a pair of red shorts, and surfy t-shirt (all blue and
swirly), clean white cotton socks, and faded blue plimsoles. Billy let his
eyes fall from Paul's beautiful eyes to his bare legs below his shorts:
firm young muscles, tanned olive-coloured skin, and fine sift dark hair
shadowing the firmness of his calves. Paul was a boy-babe in Billy's eyes.
"G'day, mate" he said, thinking "Hi-ya, sexy sweet sixteen!".
"G'day, Billy. Thanks for coming over"
"No worries, we'll have you dancing like Fred Astaire before the night's
through, Paul!" said Billy placing his hand roughly on the boy's
shoulder, and giving him a reassuring shake.
"Cool. You're the best, Billy!"

Billy strode into Paul's house, into the front room, and listened carefully
to make sure the house was empty.
"Folks have gone to Brisbane for the weekend, Billy: we've got this all to
ourselves, even the stereo", said Paul, walking up the black unit and
turning up the volume so Billy could here slow gentle swing music flood the
room.

"Pretty smoochy music, kid!", laughed Billy, a cunning light beginning to
shine behind his beautiful piercing blue eyes.
"Yeah, I thought I oughta begin real slow and easy before learning real
fast tricks" smiled the younger teenager.
"You're gonna learn A LOT tonight" smiling the blond older boy, letting his
eyes feast on the sight of this beautiful boy in shorts and white socks,
with nothing but a flimsy t-shirt to hide the growing musculature of his
chest.

"First you gotta know how to hold a girl. Come over here."
Paul walked over to Billy, smiling nervously as he was not sure what was
about to happen.
"Put your hands round my waist. I'll be the girl and you be the boy, and
I'll show you how to hold her real well."
Paul gingerly put his hands around Billy's slim waist, as Billy put his
arms around Paul's young neck. "That's good, Paul, but you gotta have then
right on my waist, so you can move me about"
"I can't feel your waist through your t-shirt, mate" said Paul shyly, not
knowing why he was embarrassed.
Billy took a step back out of Paul's reach. He gave the boy a quick flash
of his lovely blue eyes, then slowly lifted the tails of his t-shirt, up
around his chest (so Paul could see the taughtness of the sixpack he
revealed), up to his neck (so Paul could see his well-defined smooth young
pecs and tiny bead nipples), and off over his handsome head, leaving his
blond hair more tousled and schoolboyish than ever. Paul felt a little
movement in his chest as he watched his friend strip off his t-shirt, but
he just put it down to nervousness.
"OK, Paul, feel my waist now!" grinned the seventeen year-old.
Paul gently placed his hands on Billy's naked flesh: on his sides, letting
then run over the smooth honey-coloured flesh down to the waistband of his
khaki shorts. They rested there, on the slimness of his hips.
"Now use that hold to pull me real close to you, mate" urged Billy, placing
his arms around the lad's shoulders, and letting his neck rest against
Paul's shoulder.
Paul was real nervous now, feeling the heat of Billy's body, a body all
the footy team were jealous of, pressed against him through his t-shirt.
When they were chest-to-chest, Billy whispered into Paul's ear,
"That-a-boy, Pauly", letting the soft stubble on his cheek brush against
Paul's smooth boyish face as he brought his lips to the boy's ear.
Billy was whispering into the lads' ear like a lover now. "Follow the
steps, Pauly, like a good boy". His hands were on the naked back of Paul's
neck, where his lovely dark hair ended and his olive-coloured flesh began.
Billy could feel him heat up with embarrassment. He began to move the boy
in some steps, gently guiding him. From time to time the lads' legs would
brush against each other's, the downy hair on Billy's calves running over
and through the fine hair on Paul's shins, their socks rubbing cotton
against cotton.
"That feel good, Pauly?" asked Billy. But as he said this, he gently began
to grind his crotch into his dance-partner's so that, through the khaki
cotton, he could feel the firmness of the sixteen year old's cock in his
red shorts.
"Ugh, yeah, Billy" moaned Paul, his breath coming in short spurts.
"You're such a good dancer, I bet you're a great lover too" whispered
Billy, licking Paul's ear and letting his hungry hands slide down Paul's
back on to the cheeks of his boy ass, feeling them through the red denim of
his shorts.
"Ugh, Billy!" moaned the lad, incapable of understanding what new lust this
was he was feeling in his young cock. He let hi young hands roam over the
naked muscle of Billy's back and sides, and began nuzzling the lad's bare
shoulder with his parched panting lips. "Ugh, Billy!"

Billy had Paul where he wanted him.
He drew back. He looked into Paul's beautiful face, and then down at his
tenting shorts. "You want me to sort that our for you, mate?"
Paul l could only nod and pant in response, bereft as he was now that Billy
had torn his fit teenage body out of his virgin grasp.
"Say, please, Pauly" taunted the blond lad.
"Pleeeeeese, Billy, pleeeeeease!" Paul panted.
At that, Billy dropped to his knees. A beautiful sight in his khaki shorts,
black socks and sneaker, his smooth young chest bare to the world. He knelt
in front of Paul and stared kissing his feet; kissing the canvas of the
lad's plimsoles. Then he kissed Paul's white socks, loving the feel of the
ribbed cotton against his young lips. AS he kissed the lad's ankles,, he
let his hands run up and down the backs of Paul's calves, ruffling and
smoothing the fine dark hair, and feeling the tensing and relaxation of the
boy's firm muscles.
"Mnmn, Pauly, you are beautiful" he moaned between kisses of the boy's
white socks.
Paul closed his lovely eyes, laid his head back, and reveled in the feel of
his legs being adored by this seventeen year old sex-god. "Mmnmn, Billy!"
he moaned as he let his hands massage his own crotch above Billy's head.
Billy began to kiss and lick his way up Paul's shins, wetting the hair on
his legs, reaching his knees and gently biting them. His hands reached down
Paul's white socks to feel his delicate finely-chiseled ankles.
Then up o his thighs, his firm young muscles. Billy was in heaven!
And Paul was nearly there too: all he needed was some relief from the
raging hardness in his shorts. His young cock was as hard as iron,
straining against the denim of his shorts.

At last, at last, Billy was up on his knees, his handsome face level with
Paul's crotch. Billy lifted up his face, looked the youngster in the eyes,
and gently put his hands to the boy's belt. He unbuckled him, loosed the
poppers of his shorts, one by one. He tugged at Paul's short, and down they
came, about his white-socked ankles. Carefully Billy made Paul's step out
of his shorts. He looked up at the lad, his cock erect and begging in his
pure white boxer shorts.
Paul's hands went to Billy's head, without knowing what they were doing.
His fingers ran through Billy's blond hair, and Billy slowly but surely
eased Paul's cock through the slit of his boxers, and placed a kiss right
on the wet tip.
"Ughghgh! Billy! Billy! Mnmnmn" moaned Paul, as the thrill of his young
cock being touched ran through his whole teenage body."Mnmnmn"
"Pauly,", Billy smiled, "You are one beautiful young cobber"
With that he laid into the lad. His hands ran up and down the boy's legs,
from the cotton of his boxers to the cotton of his socks, feeling the
muscle and hair and the boy trembling under his control. He licked Paul's
hard hard shaft, then kissed its tip, then took the whole seven inches in
his teenage mouth. "Mnmnmm" moaned Billy as he sucked on Paul's cock,
almost gagging as Paul thrust it down his throat, his hands firmly in
Billy's blond hair, holding him to his dick.
"Billy, ughgh, I'm, ughgh, gonna come!" groaned the sixteen year old, his
head thrown back, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"No, Pauly boy, not now, Pauly...",, but it was too late. As soon as Billy
had taken his mouth off the lads' cock, Paul's knees began to buckle, he
groaned deep in his young chest, and he began to shoot his jizz - all over
Billy's chest, and lips, and chin, the hot jissom white against the boy's
tanned flesh. Spurt after spurt of cream issued from the his teenage cock,
releasing all his pent-up sexual energy, and covering Billy's sexy young
body with spunk. "Uggh Billy, yeaaaaahh!"

The lad was spent, he relaxed and panted, the last drops of his cum
dripping unto Billy's abs. "Now, Pauly, you made a mess" said Billy calmly,
"And you gotta clean it up". Saying this he stood up, and kissed Paul on
the mouth, deep and hard. Paul could taste his own cream on his
schoolmate's lips and loved the salty tang and sticky texture. But then
Billy's firm hands were around Paul's neck, pulling the boy's face towards
Billy's cum-splattered chest. "If you like it so much, Pauly, lick it up!"
He forced Paul's face unto his naked chest, and made the boy lap up his own
cum with hi tongue. "Mnmnmn" moaned Paul, too high on his orgasm to know
what he was doing, just that he was licking the smooth pecs of his
schoolfriend. "That's a good little boy!" smiled Billy, grinning down at
him.

"Now, it's Billy's turn, Pauly, OK?" instructed the older lad, taking
Paul's face in his hands and making him look up at him. "anything you want,
Billy" was Paul's slave-like reply. He was dazed still with the power of
his orgasm - and orgasm that Billy had given him.If Billy had wanted to
shoot him there and then he would have said yes, he was so in lust with his
elder schoolmate.
"Lie down on the couch, mate" instructed Billy, his horny young body now
starting to thrill with the thought of deflowering this pretty young
sixteen year old schoolboy who'd just creamed his wad over his chest and
licked up every last drop of it.
Paul did as he was told, looking into Billy' piercing blue eyes as he did so.
Billy come up to the couch, and knelt at one end by Paul's feet. "On your
back, boy" he told him.
Paul was on his back, his knees bent, his white boxer shorts and whiter
socks showing off the tan and muscle in his young legs. Billy lifted Paul's
right foot and slipped off the plimsole. The sole of Paul's sock was as
clean and white as the thick cotton round his ankle. Slowly and
deliberately, Billy held Paul's foot to the crotch of his khaki  shorts,
and began to massage his hardening cock with his friend's white-socked
foot. "Oh, Pauly boy! You got such beautiful feet, mate! Mnmnm" he moaned
as he masturbated with Paul's feet, holding him around the naked calf.
Paul could not believe what was happening to  him. He stared in love and
lust at the young boy abusing him; at his smooth young chest panting now in
lust. He could feel that Billy's cock was rock-hard in his shorts.
"You want it, don't you, Paul?" Billy asked through his moans as his hands
ran over the flesh of Paul's calf and thigh, the foot pressed firmly to his
crotch.
"Yeah, I want it Billy!"
"Say, please, Pauly"
"Pleeeease, Billy, pleaaase!"
"Please what? Pauly? What do you want" teased the lad.
"Please FUCK me, Billy! Pleeeease!"

"Ok, boy! You asked for it!!!"
With that, Billy lifted Paul's foot to his lips, kissed his sock, and let
go of the boy. Then in one motion he reached up to Paul's hips, grabbed the
waistband of his white cotton boxers, and tugged them down off over his
legs, and threw the m behind him on the carpet.
"Please, Billy! Pleeeeese!"

Billy lifted both Paul's legs, and slung them over his tanned naked
shoulders. He eased up toward him on the sofa so that the boy was splayed
open for him. He looked at Paul's beautiful young face as he unbuttoned his
khaki shorts, and released his rock-solid ten inches of pure boy cock from
the fly off his shorts. Paul gasped when he saw the size of his mate's
member, knowing full well what was gong to happen. But he was helpless now,
naked but for his t-shirt, white socks and one shoe, his knees over Billy'
shoulders, he could do nothing.
Billy spat on his hand. He gave himself a few long slow wanks, while
smiling at Paul all the while.
"You're going to love Billy for ever, Pauly!" he said, his teeth clenched,
and his thrust his rockhard cock up the teenager's virgin boyhole. Paul
yelled in pain "Billy, it hurts! Billy!!!" But Billy was not listening to
the boy' screams - he was taking the pleasure he had always wanted to take,
right from the moment he saw Paul walk in through the door of his school.
"Take it boy! Take it from Billy!"

The two were a perfect picture of boyhood. The older blond boy, his naked
chest heaving, the muscles of his calves tensing and relaxing, as he
pounded the younger lad. His khaki shorts, his black socks, his white
sneakers showing off so well the blond tanned beauty of his body.
The younger boy, head thrown back, taking it for the first time - for the
first time his dark good-looks were being put to the purpose they wee
intended for, and his young body was being broken in. They were the best
boys of the school.

Billy rammed and thrust, pounded the younger boy for all he was worth,
occasionally turning his head to lick the hairs on Paul's calves or to bite
one of his ankles through the white cotton of his socks.
He bit on the boy's sock, socked with saliva, redolent with the smell of
the boy's teenage sweat. With  a final thrust of his boy hips, and letting
out a yell that near deafened his fuckboy mate,... Billy creamed!
His whole seventeen year old body convulsed. His head thrust back, sweat
lashing off his handsome brow. The muscles in his calves clenched, rippling
beneath his tanned skin. His pecs heaved and his tight bud nipples
contracted hard as stone. All his boy lust came flooding out of his teen
inches of boy cock thrust up his friend's virgin schoolboy ass. Billy
gushed in to Paul. Spurt after spurt of thick hot jizz shooting into the
boy so that he felt it fire to his very guts.
"Biiiiiiilllllllllyyyy!!!!" Paul screamed in his pain.
"Yeeeeeaaahhh!!" Billy screamed to drown out Paul's crying.

It seemed to both of them like forever, that orgasm, that pain, that final
coming together. They froze there, locked in their schoolboy embrace;
Paul's leg's over Billy's shoulders, Billy's softening cock up Paul's
yielding ass.

Billy pulled out; letting one final drip of boyjuice drop unto Paul's thigh
as he eased the boy's knees off his broad shoulders. He buttoned up his
shorts, and got up off the sofa, leaving Paul dazed and speechless between
pain and ecstasy.

He picked up his white t-shirt from the floor, slipped it on, and stood
over Paul, looking down at his spent form.
"I told you you'd learn a lot tonight, mate" he said, and slipped out the
front door.