Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2001 18:08:08 -0800 (PST) From: Someone Special Subject: The New Boy On The Block 1/? (Gay/High School) Standard disclaimers apply to this story as well as all stories on Nifty. If you don't remember them, too bad! If you're under the age of 18 or sexual acts between boys is not your "thing" please leave now. This story is completely fiction which means anyone referred to in this story, dead or alive, is not intended. Now on with the story! The New Boy On The Block Part 1 By: BeBoo Screech......... Jack looks out of his window to find out what all the noise was about because he is not used to hearing such noises in a small, quiet neighborhood. He saw a huge 18-wheeler sitting in front of the house across the street from his that said "Pacific Moving Company" on the side. A few seconds later, a van pulls up behind the truck. Jack is now very interested because he sees a small figure in the front seat, almost resembling a kid. "Looks cute from what I can see," I said. "What was that honey?" his mom says from the doorway. "Oh, mom. I didn't know you were there. Nothing, just talking to myself. Did you see there are people moving in across the street?" "Yeah, want to go over and say hi?" "Sure!" My mom was always into doing stuff like that, neighborhood stuff. I don't see how she can deal with all of the idiots in our town. I walk downstairs behind my mom and grab my hat and sunglasses from the table by the door before leaving. As I was walking, I started feeling very nervous. I was sweating really bad, not just from the heat, and was shaking. I don't know what was wrong with me. When we were about halfway across the street, my mom yells out "Hey there!" Man, do I feel embarrassed when my mom does stuff like that. "Hi. My name is Mary, I'm moving in, as you can see. This is Chris and Jane." She says pointing to her son and then to her daughter. "I see that you have a kid of your own, huh? What's your name?" "I... I'm... My name is... J...Jack..." I stuttered. "Hi there, Jack. How old are you? 17? 18?" She asked. "14" I said quietly. "Chris is 14 too. He is turning 15 soon. My baby boy is growing up," she says as she puts her hands together. "Mom..." I heard Chris say. Wow, what a beautiful voice. "Anyway, maybe you two could get to know each other?" Mary said as we both looked at each other. "You want to come over for some coffee or something?" My mom always did the classy thing. "Sure... um... I don't believe I got your name," She said. "Oh, sorry, I'm Diane." All five of us walked over to our house. When we got in, we split up. Chris and me stayed outside and Mary, my mom and Jane went into the kitchen. "You want chill in my room or something?" I offered. "Sure. Anything to take my mind off having to move" He replied We talked as I lead him to my room. "You didn't want to move?" "Nah, I hate moving. New school. New neighborhood. New friends. It's just too much for a boy" "That sucks. I've been here my whole life," I said as I open the door to my room. As we walked in, I just remembered I was reading a Nifty story when they pulled up so I ran for the computer and logged off. "What was that all about?" He asked "Nothing, just looking over a few things," I forced a smile. "Uh huh... Is that what you call it?" "Excuse me?" "Never mind" "No, what did you mean?" I really didn't know what he meant by that comment. "I'll explain it later" "Ok, whatever" Chris went to my bed and sat down. He started looking around. I wonder if he knew about me by the posters I had on the wall. I had a picture of N'Sync, Backstreet Boys, O-Town and a few other paintings. I noticed him staring at Brian in the Backstreet Boys poster. "So what do you do for fun around here? Want to give me the tour of the town? Do you have a bike? Mine should be out of the truck by now." He asked while still staring at the poster. "There really isn't much to do around here but we can ride bikes around if you want." "Ok, I'll go see if my bike is out yet," he said as he took his eyes off of the poster, looked at me, then got up and walked back to his house. I noticed as he got up, he was fixing himself down there. I wonder... nah. I walked downstairs into the kitchen where my mom and Mary were talking and Jane was sitting at the table drinking a juice box. Hey she's only 5! "Me and Chris are going to go ride bikes," I said interrupting their conversation. "Ok, honey. Be careful." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said as I ran down to the basement to get my bike. When I brought it up from the basement and walked out the door, Chris was doing wheelies in our driveway. "Can you do this?" Chris said "Nah, I don't want to hurt myself" "I'll have to teach you sometime" "OK, that would be cool" I got on my bike and began to ride around. "So, where do you want to go first?" I asked. "I don't know this town, man. You tell me." I thought for a minute. Remembering back to him staring at the picture and then fixing himself when he got up, I really wanted to find out if he was bi or even gay. "I know where we can go, come on." I said as I started biking down the street. He was right behind me, I could tell. It felt like someone was watching me. You know that feeling you get when someone is watching you? It felt like Chris was watching me. I look back at him and then back to where I was looking. I swerved to the left and started riding into the woods. We were riding for a good 10 to 15 minutes now. I stopped at a little opening and put my bike down. "Gotta take a leak," I said to Chris "Thanks for reminding me. So do I" As he put his bike down and walked over next to me, I pulled down my zipper and unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down. After that, I slid down my boxers. I look at Chris and he is staring at my penis. "You ok over there, buddy?" I asked. "Huh? Oh yeah, sorry" he did the same as I and I started to pee as did he. He couldn't take his eyes off my penis. I took this as a sign, so I grabbed his left arm and placed his hand around my penis to hold it for me. He didn't back away. He just held it. I noticed as did he that he was getting a boner so he quickly took his hand off my penis and pulled his boxers back on and pants and zipped up and got back on his bike. "Something wrong?" I asked him. "Dude, you're gay" "I wasn't the one holding my penis and getting hard" "Sh... Just... shut up!" "Chris..." "What?" "Are you gay?" "No! That's disgusting. Eww." I took this as denial. I would ask him again later. -- Hey, everyone. This is my first story and am new to this. How'd I do? Want me to continue it or just drop it? Let me know what you think. E-mail me at macbrando@mac.com or on AIM, IM me at Presstone2001. As always, flames will be ignored