Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2003 11:10:01 EST
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: JOHNNY-NEXT-DOOR

I grew up in one of the many suburbs of the Bay Area in California.  I
lived with my parents and an older sister in the same house from the day I
was born until the day I moved out when I was 22 years old.  Neighborhoods
didn't change quite so fast back then, so I knew all the kids in the
neighborhood pretty well, having grown up with them.

The V*** family lived on one side of us and on the other side was a younger
family with 2 new babies.  This story is about Johnny, the V*** family's
son.  Johnny came from a religious zealot Lutheran, Republican family.  He
and his older sister and their parents were in church every free moment
they had.  When they weren't in church, the mom and dad were usually drunk
and beating on their kids, especially Johnny.  Yet they maintained this
idea that they were pillars of their community and the watchdogs of the
neighborhood.  Surprisingly, they were pretty nice neighbors.  When she
wasn't drunk, the mom was friendly and hospitable to me and a few times she
invited me over to play with Johnny.  I was a little more than a year older
then him.  His sister was 4 years older than Johnny and she was a bit of an
oaf.  Nice enough, just plain and awkward.  Johnny, on the other hand,
looked like an angel - flushed cheeks on a creamy white, heart-shaped face
set with long-lashed dark blue eyes; a little bow of a mouth, pouty red
lips hiding pearly, slightly feminine and small white teeth; all topped by
a cap of dark blonde curls with short back and sides.  He was a
small-framed, wiry kid, with skinny arms and long, slender legs, broad
shoulders, and big feet.  Sort of like a big puppy, growing into his body.
But Johnny was quiet-spoken and polite.  When we were alone together he
would laugh and talk a lot, as though he had been saving it up.  Life
couldn't have been easy or fun for him at home, I recognized this even as a
kid myself.  I played off and on with him over the years but we eventually
stopped hanging out at all, really.  I had my own set of friends at school
and he had his.  We'd say hi whenever we saw each other, but that was about
it.  A few years passed and Johnny grew more into his body but he still had
that cherubic quality about him - quiet, gentle, and some painter's vision
of an angel.

We started to hang out a lot more often when he was almost 14 and I was 15.
It started one spring evening when I was in the backyard and he called over
the fence to me, asking me what I was doing.  I wasn't really doing much of
anything so he told me to come over and help him with a painted model of
something for school, I forget what.  We sat outside under the arbor at
their picnic table and worked on the project and talked for a couple of
hours.  At the end of the time he asked me if I'd ever want to have a
camp-out in his backyard sometime.  I thought this sounded sort of
little-kiddish, but I told him sure.  He kept steering the conversation to
masturbating and sex and other "nasty" stuff.  He obviously was just a
horny, repressed kid brainwashed by his religious training.  He would never
use the actual words "jerking off" or say "fuck" or "dick', like he was
ashamed of using those words.  We had been laughing about some of the stuff
we had done when we were little kids that our parents still didn't know
about.  He told me that he used to have camp-outs with some of his little
friends from school and they'd all take their clothes off and run around
trying not to giggle, getting boners as they goofed off silently.  Then
they'd all just go to sleep after they re-clothed and climbed into their
sleeping bags.  Johnny told me that he would always "rub himself 'til he
got the feeling" after he knew the other boys were asleep.  We saw each
other a lot after that, but only at home, never at school for some reason.

One late afternoon that summer Johnny came over to my house and my older
sister and her boyfriend and me and Johnny sat around in our kitchen,
drinking soda and talking.  I noticed that he kept looking at me so after a
bit of time passed I asked him if he wanted to go to my room and watch TV.
He said yes, so we went into my room and closed the door.  I turned the TV
on and we sat down on my bed.  I remember that my windows were open and you
could smell summer in the early evening air.  Sounds of kids playing
outside filtered in from far down the block; a pet dog or 2 barked now and
then and I also remember that I could hear someone mowing their lawn.  The
only light in my room came from outside and from the TV.  I didn't bother
turning a light on.  I remember thinking, too, that maybe he had something
he wanted to talk about, like some problem he was having or whatever.  But
he didn't say anything, so we flipped through channels for a while and then
something got us stated wrestling around the room.  It was all in good fun
but I remember we ended up crashing onto my bed, then scrambling around
making a mess of the blankets and bedspread.  My pillows were getting
kicked and shoved all over the place.  We were "rough-housing" as our mom's
would call it, and it was fun.  I was getting hard really fast from all the
body contact with Johnny and with all our laughter and then the heavy
breathing and grunting, I was afraid that I was gonna cum spontaneously.
We were at that age!  We were both totally winded and sweaty by now so our
wrestling gradually slowed down to where we were both just flat on our
backs on my disheveled bed, gulping in air.  I raised myself up on an elbow
and he looked at me, his arms crossed behind his head.

"Now I'm gonna be sore," he said softly with a smile.

I laughed and told him I would massage his shoulders if he wanted.  He
agreed fast and quietly, then rolled over onto his stomach with his crossed
arms under his chin.  I straddled him and sat just behind his butt, hoping
he wouldn't notice the hard-on that was rapidly growing in my jeans.  I
leaned forward and started kneading the muscles in his shoulders and upper
back.  His damp t-shirt kept bunching up, so he maneuvered himself out of
his t-shirt.  His back was broad and just beginning to show some tan.  His
skin felt hot and moist as I dug into his muscles.  He sighed loudly and
told me it felt great.  I laughed and said "Good!"  I got the idea of
tickling his under his arms, so every once in a while I would wiggle my
fingertips in the sparse, wet hair of his armpits and he would writhe and
squeal with laughter beneath me as I sat on his thighs, pinning him under
me.  We passed a few more comments about nothing in particular and then we
got really quiet.  You could hear our breathing as we both got more into
the massaging.  Johnny squirmed a moment underneath me and moaned as he did
it.  I knew he must have a boner and was trying to adjust it in his pants.
I remember thinking "I wanna see his hard dick..." so bad.  I gradually let
my hands move further down his back and down his sides.  He didn't say
anything at all, just sighed again.  I knew he must be able to feel my hard
dick pressing into his butt cause at one point he pushed his butt against
me and we both laughed like we both knew I had a hard-on.  My hands were
now at the waistline of his jeans.  I could slide my fingertips into them a
little ways, so I did, but only tentatively.  He raised his ass up a little
so I could get in deeper and that made my cock jerk in my pants bigtime.  I
could just feel the first inch or so of his sweaty ass crack and I slid my
fingers between his cleft as far as I could.  Then I'd move over to his ass
cheeks and rub them firmly and hard.  He kept moving his hips and then he
reached under himself and undid his belt and opened his jeans.  I pushed
the denim and his tighty whities down from his smooth ass and kneaded his
cheeks 'til they were red.  I kept letting my hand slide up and down his
sweaty ass crack and he really liked that.  I didn't spend too much time
down there because I wasn't sure if he would freak out or not.  So I kept
bringing my hands back up to his shoulders and back while I continued the
massage.  Johnny would grind his hips into the mattress every once in a
while and when he'd do that I would take it as my cue to work on his butt
some more.  When I moved back down to his ass this time I pushed his
clothes further down his hips so that now his whole pale, white ass was
exposed to my touch.  As I kneaded his ass cheeks I leaned down and gave
them quick little kisses. I could hear Johnny gasp with pleasure.  I
giggled and he did, too.  When I leaned down again for another kiss he
arched his hips up towards my face.  I nibbled and playfully bit his ass
cheeks and he laughed and said it tickled.  I brought my mouth up to his
lower back and ran my tongue up it 'til I reached his shoulders and then
kissed and bit them.  Johnny was having a great time, mmmmming and
ahhhhhhhing away!  After nuzzling his neck and back, licking and lightly
biting, I moved back down to his ass.  I had never done this before with
anyone other than my nephew Ronny, but I knew Johnny would probably like it
- and besides, I really wanted to - so when I returned to his butt I blew
my hot breath very lightly in a stream down his ass crack, all the way down
to his butthole.  He shivered and squealed, then laughed; while he was
laughing I ran my tongue between his salty, sweaty ass cheeks, only coming
up for air when I was a fraction of an inch from his asshole.  His asscrack
was slightly hairy and the area right around his hole was hairier.  The
smell was incredible: hot, steamy, musky and sweaty.  I was kind of shocked
by all this so I got off him and just sat there for a second, not sure what
to do next.

He turned himself over, hiking up the waist of his jeans and briefs to
cover himself, then put his arms behind his head again and looked at me.
The sun had nearly set by now and my room was lit only by the TV screen,
casting weird shadows and shafts of light across Johnny's naked chest and
stomach.  His heart was beating fast and his chest rose and fell rapidly as
his breath rate increased.  His eyes flickered with the light.

"Want me to do your front now?"

He nodded and said "OK, if you want to."

Propping myself up on my elbow beside him, I ran my hand over his smooth,
taut stomach, feeling his abdominal muscles contract under my fingers.  He
was clearly ticklish but I wasn't interested in tickling him.  His skin was
damp and hot, and when I ran my hand over the deep pink nubs of his nipples
he breathed in deeply and then exhaled slowly through his opened mouth.  I
slid my hands all over his chest and sides, kneading his pale flesh until
the pressure of my fingers left red marks on his skin.

I played with the sparse wet hair under his arms, making him chuckle and
say, "Ewwww, armpits are gross!"

I just laughed and told him I didn't think his were gross at all, that he
had nice armpits, that they were really sexy.  He smiled up at me with his
cherubic face aglow, as if he was happy to hear something, anything, nice
and kind about himself.  I also remember feeling super sorry for this kid,
even though what I really wanted was to get off with him, but scared that
he was going to tell his parents about what we were doing, or that they'd
know about it somehow.

I said, "You're not gonna tell anybody about this, are you?"

He just laughed and smiled at me, shook his head and said, "No."

I let my fingers walk down the center of his chest and lightly glance over
the bulge in his tighty whities.  I could feel his hard dick under the
smooth, soft white cotton of his briefs, so I laid my hand over his
throbbing erection, covering it with the searing heat of my hand, feeling
his dick pulse and engorge even more under it.  Johnny shifted his legs,
crooking his knees so that I could have better access to his goods.  His
arms were still crossed behind his head and when I'd look at him I would
find him staring at me with a beatific smile on his lips.  He looked like
he was blissed-out, full of yearning and love.  This made me hornier than I
had been in a long time.  I had never really thought of Johnny like this,
not ever believing that I'd see him in this state.  I had fantasized about
him several times recently when I jerked off but I never thought he'd be up
for playing around.  Now here he was, hard and full of young teen sexlust,
letting me make him feel better than he'd probably ever felt before.  I was
looking at him, smiling back at him, when I first let my hand slip under
the elastic of his tighty whities.  The second my hand made contact with
his swollen shaft I could feel the hot wetness of his precum coat my
fingers with its sticky, slippery richness.  I grinned widely at him and
his smile broadened too as he closed his eyes and raised his hips off the
bed.  I knew he wanted me to keep going, so I sat up and withdrew my hand
from inside his underpants, then pulled his briefs down some and hooked
them under his nuts.  His balls were pink and fairly smooth, big swollen
eggs that surprised me by their size. His balls were bigger than mine, but
my cock was a good 2 to 3 inches longer than his.  What a difference a year
and a few months makes!  But for an almost-14 year old, he still had a nice
cock sticking straight up against his belly.  His pubes were a little
darker than the dark blond curls on his head; matted and sweaty from our
horse-play earlier, I noticed also that they were sticky and slippery with
his precum.  As I cupped his warm balls in my hand, Johnny's dick would
twitch and flex from his excitement; I could see beads of precum leaking
out from his slit onto his torso just below his cute belly button, leaving
a glistening little puddle under the head of his cock.  His hard, engorged
dick was about 5 and a half inches long, ending in a shiny, reddish-purple
knob that flared at the edges beautifully.  I knew he would end up with a
really nice cock in a few years, probably reaching close to my size - just
under 8".  But I wanted him to have a good time right now, and from what
he'd said I figured I could trust him to not tell anybody about what we
were up to.  The only sound in the room at this moment was the unending
noise of the television; it was almost dark outside now and our
neighborhood was quiet at night.  Sitting up straighter, I continued
fondling his nutsack in one hand while I brought my other hand up to his
chest and rubbed it, stopping every once in a while at his nipples so I
could pinch and play with them.  Johnny was loving this, hissing in his
breath when I would pinch too hard, but clearly enjoying every second of
it, nevertheless.

"You OK?," I asked him in a whisper.

"Uh huh," was all he could get out, looking at me with an expression that
made me wonder.

He seemed to be having a good time, but I could tell he was nervous.

I told him, "Just relax, Johnny.  Everything's OK.  We're not doing
anything wrong and I'd never do anything to hurt you.  You ever done
anything like this before?"

He smiled and said he had only jerked off by himself when there were other
boys sleeping at their camp-outs or all alone, but he had never done
anything like this.  And he also said he was fine, but I could still feel
the tension in his body.  As I brought my roaming hand down to his stomach
he turned his body a little towards me, as if to direct my touch to where
he wanted to feel it next.  His cock and balls were still hooked under the
elastic waistband of his tighty whities, so as he settled into a
comfortable position I stopped touching him so I could get his pants down
farther.  I sat up and crawled to the foot of my bed and began to help him
tug his jeans and briefs down.  I untied his sneakers for him and took them
off his smelly, sweaty socked feet.  His thighs were smooth but his calves
were dusted with golden-bronze hair.  I tried to pull his pants completely
off but he told me no, so I left them and his underpants bunched up around
his ankles.  He was virtually naked now, flat on his back with his arms
hooked behind his head again, smooth and virginal, glowing palely in the
light of the TV.

I leaned forward and grabbed a hold of his dripping dick and said, "It
weighs a lot.  For being so tiny."

He swatted his arm at my chest and we laughed.  "No, nice dick, Johnny, for
reals.  Real nice."

His small white teeth gleamed at me as he smiled and said "Thanks!" as he
began to roll his hips a bit under my touch.  My cock was straining bad at
my jeans, pressed so hard against the tightness of the cloth that it hurt.
I was sweating like a horse, both because it was a warm evening and because
I was so turned on and excited.  With one hand I was jacking him off and
with the other I was stroking his chest and rubbing his shoulders hard,
still maintaining the massage ruse unconsciously.  He took hold of my
roaming hand and guided it over his body - his chest, his sides, his face,
between his legs, under his arms; all over.  I wanted to take at least my
shirt off so bad, so I told him I was going to.  "OK," was all he said.  I
peeled my sweaty tee off and tossed it aside.  He reached out hesitantly
and then stroked my stomach and chest a little bit.  He was bucking his
hips pretty steadily and firmly into my fist now, really letting my hand
jack him off good.

All of a sudden he stopped and said in a quavery whisper, "I want to see
yours."

I laughed and quickly unbuckled my belt, unzipped my Lee jeans and yanked
my jeans and briefs down to my ankles, too.  My cock was rock hard and
sprang up with a snap when it got free.  Johnny stared transfixed at my
twitching, sloppy-with-precum dick just a foot or two away from his face.
I was a lot more muscular than him and had more hair on my body - dense
groves of pungent dark hair under my arms and surrounding my cock, hairy
legs and the very beginning of a hairy chest with a thicker line of hair
descending from my belly button into my pubes.  I had been working and
playing hard all day and you could smell the mingled, steamy, teenage boy
smells of locker rooms, dirty feet, and male hormones wafting from my
crotch.  I knew he could smell it in the closeness of my bedroom.  I
noticed that his dick jumped several times when he saw me naked.

I laid down next to him and said, "I want you to try something.  It feels
rad."

I turned onto my stomach and told him to lay down on top of me and rub his
cock between my ass cheeks, like he was fucking.  He got beet red; his
cheeks flushed so scarlet that I thought I had embarrassed him somehow for
a second.  But he smiled and quickly did what I told him.  As he lowered
himself down on top of me I could feel my dick start streaming with precum
underneath me.  The heat and pressure from his body felt so goddamn good.
His hot breath blew into my face and I could hear him sort of gasping as he
began to slide his slippery cock between my hairy, sweaty ass crack.  He
was starting to grunt some so I told him to slow down or he'd shoot too
fast.  I wanted to make this last.

He said, "Oh, sorry," and I told him there was nothing to be sorry about.

I wanted to show him some things that felt good and they were all new to
him.  He relaxed and lost a lot of his awkwardness all at once.

He smiled at me and said, "Now you do that to me."

He flopped down on his stomach beside me but I was up and on him almost
before he touched the bed.  His ass crack felt so fucking hot, smooth and
moist and tight.  I kissed the back of his neck and he burrowed his face
into the pillow, turning and twisting his head so I could cover him with
kisses.  He was mmmming and ahhhhing again, so I knew this was making him
hot.  His breath smelled like milk, I remember, and I thought that was
funny.  It was almost like he was too young to be doing this, but then I
figured he wanted it as much as I did and we were both just kids anyway.  I
felt him shift his weight beneath me as if he wanted to turn over.  I
raised my body off him to see what he was going to do, and to my surprise
he DID turn over onto his back.  I lowered myself down on top of him very
slowly so that the expectation of contact increased the tension of the
moment; the second our hard cocks made contact with each other it was like
electricity.  I was holding my body up with my arms and I began to slide my
hot cock against his, very slowly and gently.  His chest and mine both were
covered in sweat and even our legs were damp with it.  I lowered my full
weight down onto him now.  We were thrusting our hips in unison so that our
dicks were sliding together, pressed hard against our stomachs with a
vengeance.  I was pumping against his groin, alternating fast with smooth,
slow strokes.  I could feel Johnny's big balls squashed close against mine,
and a few times I bucked back too far, with the end result being that my
cock head would slip under his balls and poke his moist asshole.  When that
would happen, Johnny's eyes would get big and he would tense up.  I guess
he was afraid I was going to force fuck him, something I would never have
done.  But even though this seemed to scare him, he was still getting
pretty wild, straining his body up into mine so that we were locked tight
together as we rubbed our way to bliss.  I wanted to kiss his mouth, feel
his lips against mine, so I brought my face close to his and we just stared
into each other's eyes.  Slowly I leaned down and kissed him; it was
awkward at first because it was obvious that he had very little experience
with kissing.  But he quickly got the hang of it and soon he was returning
my kisses with even more passion and lust, his pumping getting faster and
harder as he got more excited.  I unglued my mouth from his and began to
lick and suck on his flesh, from his throat to his armpits to his stomach.
I wanted to suck his dick but I thought maybe I should wait for another
time.  I didn't want to overwhelm him with too much, too soon.  And
besides, I was having a great time just laying on top of his wiry, sweating
body, frotting and grinding and rubbing our precum together.  By now our
stomachs were one slick surface of juice enabling our cocks to slip and
slide in the most incredible ways.  I rolled us over so that Johnny was now
on top of me.  This new position seemed to kick him into 5th gear.  I felt
the whole of his weight relax and pin me to the bed.  I reached down to his
ass and pressed him into me, squeezing his ass cheeks and really digging my
fingers into them.  Johnny moaned loud and increased his pumping, propping
himself up on his elbows and looking down at our thrusting cocks, not
wanting to miss any of the visuals.  I knew how excited and horny this used
to make me when my nephew and I had first started fucking around with each
other.  Seeing our naked young bodies squirming and writhing over each
other always made me blast extra hard and far.  This was having the same
effect on Johnny.  Every once in a while he would raise his face back to
mine and kiss me, then he would go back to watching our cocks caress and
slide back and forth over our slimy stomachs.  His breathing was getting
more ragged and fast, and I knew he was gonna pop pretty quick.  I was
almost there too, so I entwined all available flesh - arms, legs, hands,
feet - with his, trying to get maximum body contact.

He started whimpering and gasping and he said, "Oh god, I think I'm gonna
cum soon!"

I shushed him and told him to go faster and harder.  He did, and as he
picked up his pace I let one of my hands glide between his ass cheeks and
probed hard at his tight, little pink fuckhole with one finger.  He seized
up as my finger pushed gently into his asshole, gliding in and out of it
fast and smoothly.  He tilted his head back, opened his mouth, started to
grunt and whine; I pulled his face back down to mine and shoved my tongue
into his mouth.  As we started to french, we both shuddered and twitched
and I knew we were going to shoot soon.  All of a sudden he gasped and I
felt a flood of hot liquid jet up between our chests; he pulled his face
away from mine so he could see himself erupt, so I looked too.  As his cock
spurted its second rope of jizz, mine seemed to swell for a moment and then
spew out several thick jets in rapid fire action, splattering us both and
mingling with his.  Johnny moaned and almost yelled out as he shot, then
slammed his full weight back down on me as his pumping increased for a
moment and then slowed down.  As he dumped the last of the sperm onto my
stomach, I could feel my orgasm start to ebb, too.  We continued to rub and
slide against each other, now so slippery from our combined loads that it
was like someone had poured a bottle of Wesson oil between us.  The whole
room reeked of healthy, young sperm and our bodies stank like sweat and
sex.  I could feel our mingled cum running down my sides onto the bed as
Johnny panted for breath, exhausted from his first experience of frottage
with another boy.  When he tried to roll himself off me, the vacuum seal of
our cum-slathered bodies made a loud sucking pop, and he laughed as he
collapsed by my side.  I reached over and drew random designs in the cum
that was smeared from his balls to his upper chest.  He smiled and closed
his eyes and sighed deeply.  We didn't say anything.  After a few moments,
he sat up and looked around for his t-shirt.  He stood up, pulled up his
pants, and spotted his t-shirt on the floor.  I grabbed mine and told him
to wipe up with it, which he did.  He gave it back to me when he was done
and it was sopping wet.  He pulled on his t-shirt, not looking at me, and
when he was dressed he just stood there for a second, still not looking at
me.  I knew where this was gonna go; he was still too indoctrinated by his
parents to see what we had just done as something fun and wonderful.  I
knew his religious guilt would kick in soon.

He said, "Well, I better get home.  My mom will wonder what we were doing
so long."

I said, "OK, see ya 'round, Johnny."

Then he left.  I lay there for a while, thinking about what we had just
done.  I started getting a boner again, so I jacked off and dumped another
load onto my used t-shirt.  I was happy to be able to give Johnny his first
experience of same-sex fun.

As it turned out, Johnny avoided me for the next few years, friendly enough
but not too friendly.  We never repeated our experience and we never
mentioned it, either.  When he was 18, Johnny joined the Navy.  Seeing him
in his uniform gave me all sorts of new fantasy material to use whenever I
would jack off for many months after.  Eventually he moved away and got
married and had kids.  Much later I heard that he had divorced and was
living somewhere in Canada.  I've never spoken to him again.