Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2019 19:06:19 +0200 (CEST) From: toby5@tutanota.com Subject: Mason Wells: Home Alone - Part One Mason Wells: Home Alone Part One My name is Mason Wells. I can't remember exactly when I first set eyes on Joey Miller but it didn't take me long to realise I had moved next to the home of the cutest kid on the planet. Let me back up a little... I'm 15, I live with my dad who, as a CEO is basically never around. He tells my mom I have a babysitter, but I've been living alone since I was practically 12. He's not a bad guy, he's just very trusting of me and to be honest, I like it that way. We got to know the Miller family in no time, they helped us move our stuff in on our first day and invited us for dinner that night. The Miller family was also a small one. There was Leah, a single mother to her adorable 11 year old Joey. Joey had an older sister Millie who was 14, but she lived with her Dad and only visited on weekends. It wasn't long after we moved in that Dad went on his first trip and left me alone. We never had any inteference before so it had never been a concern of his but Leah did ask us who would be looking after me. She was a little surprised I would be alone and insisted I stay with them. I wouldn't have minded this but my Dad convinced her it was fine and she said she'd check in on me and that I was welcome to pop in at any time. At 15, I was fairly young looking for my age. I kept fit and knew I was cute rather than manly. I had attention from girls but never did anything with it. It wasn't until a very special day that my sexual awakening really came to life. It was that week my dad had left me alone. I'd told my best friend Ethan he could come around and sleep over at mine as long as he wanted. Ethan's Dad was in prison, and let's just say his Mom probably wouldn't notice if he didn't come home for a week. I hadn't known Ethan long. We'd been in the neighbourhood no more than a month at this point, and although I'd made some friends at school. Ethan was the only kid I'd hung out with locally. He was a fun kid, much rougher than I was used to. He showed me porn, cigarretes and for some reason not yet known to me, I loved spending time with him. Like me, Ethan was still in the early stages of puberty. He had soft brown hair, he was skinny like me but much more toned. He was also a bit taller than me. Ethan had agreed to be at mine for 7. I was slightly worried he wasn't showing when 8 rolled around and he hadn't answered any of my calls. Sure enough though, a few minutes later he arrived on his bike. He looked like he'd riding fast because was breathing sharply and a light glaze of sweat lined his skin. We took his bike around through the back garden and went inside through the conservatory. "Make yourself at home," I said "Oh, but take your shoes off first." It was a strict rule I'd always had. Ethan was wearing black socks and I could see they were damp with sweat, a toe protuding through one. He wiggled it through and laughed. An hour later, after giving an astonished Ethan a quick tour, we ordered pizza and were watching a horror movie in our in-home cinema. Our house was a nice one, and my dad spared no expense in kitting it out with cool stuff. Ethan was from a run down council estate so loved it, although, I tried not to intimidate him with all the stuff. It was a painfully warm and humid night and the house was uncomfortably hot. I could smell a slight boyish musk from Ethan but I didn't mind, in fact a weird part of me kind of liked it, it wasn't bio, it was just his personal smell. In no time at all the pizza had arrived and we sat at the table. Ethan sat opposite me and his socked foot, still damp and warm from his sweat, rubbed against my bare leg, and he initiated a game of footsie. "Hey!" I said "gross, you're all sweaty." Play kicking him back. "Yeah, I am a bit gross, but it's just so damn hot." "The windows are open," I said. "I'm shedding some layers, I hope you don't mind." He said, taking off his t-shirt. It caught me off-guard, and an odd feeling turned in my tummy, a nice one. It was seeing his bare glistening chest. I liked it. Did I like my friend in that way?! "Go for it," I said nervously. The feeling hit me again when he pulled off his skinny joggers and was sat in nothing but his colourful boxers and socks. "I always walk around like that when I'm home alone," I said. "Same. Well, actually I'm just always like this at home" he giggled. I took my top off too. "Aww you're as cute and soft as that face of yours," he teased, noticing my soft skinny torso. He left his clothes on the kitchen table and we headed to my room to play some games. We both lay face down on my bed facing the TV. After a while, I got up to get us some snacks and drinks. I couldn't help but notice his bubble butt, tight in his boxers. I am attracted to my friend. Shit. Does this mean I'm gay?! I went to the toilet downstairs and took a leak. When I got back to my room, Ethan sat up and took his drink off me. As I sat down, I noticed his bulge and I had a whiff of his crotch, a heavenly smell. This threw me, and as I took a nervous sip of my drink, I spilt it directly on to my own crotch. It was ice cold. "Ahhh." I squirmed. Ethan was dying of laughter. I instinctively pulled off my shorts and like Ethan, was now just wearing boxers and socks. There was a small pee leak on the front of my underwear but I blamed this on the drink. Thankfully, we went back to playing games lying down before Ethan could spot my forming boner. I kept sneaking peaks of the dimple in his back, his tight butt, visibly warm soft thighs and sweaty feet. It was getting late and we decided to put on a movie and get into bed, although only the thin sheet on top of my bedding because it really was that warm. I knelt down at the end of my bed to get our snacks, and turn the console off. Ethan was toeing off his socks right near my face. I caught a whiff of the pungent foot sweat. I grabbed the tip of his sock, pulled it off and threw it at his face before taking mine off and doing the same. He plafully kicked me as we play wrestled and his barefoot was against my face for a second. That feeling in my stomach instantly threw blood towards my penis and decided to get under the thin sheet. He was still playing footsie as the movie got going which for some reason felt incredible. I can't remember the movie, but it got to a sex scene which we laughed about, making ridiculous sex noises. When the movie finished the TV timed out and we lay in the dark, still giggling and making the noises, tickling each others feet. Ethan took a sip of his drink and spilt some down his chest. "There some tissue in that drawer" I said. "Right next to your lube is it?" he giggled. "Yup, obviously" I answered honestly. He cleaned himself up and threw the tissue on the floor. "How many times a day do you do it?" "Ermm I dunno, like one or two" "Really?" he said. "I do it at least 2 or 3, I can't sleep until I do." "Serious?" I laughed. "Well.. yeah" he started pretening to wank. Or maybe he actually was but it was hilarious. "Would it be weird if we actually did it," he whispered. I'm not sure why he whispered, perhaps because he does so in his home. "Ermm I don't know. I don't care if you don't." He giggled, and obviously pulled his boxers down under the sheets. When I realised he was actually doing it, I did the same, pulling them down just a little. My heart was racing. I tilted my head just enough to see his face, his eyes were mostly closed, he bit his lip and licked them occasionally. My stomach was doing flips in the best way. It felt better than any wank I'd ever had. Maybe it was because I hadn't had one that day, but when I eventually came, just a few seconds before him, I came loads. Not having any tissue, I let it hit the sheet that covered us, with some in my belly button. We were breathless and giggling, we smiled as our toe tips touched. "That was fun," he whispered. "Where did you cum?" "Just on the sheet, and my belly. What about you?" "I got most of it in my boxers," he laughed. "I can't believe we just did that," I said, "I've never done anything with anyone else before." I was expecting him to say "Me neither." but he just smiled. "Mason, you're the coolest friend I've ever had." "And you too," I said. We stayed up and talked about what porn we watched, how we wanked, when we wanked, what age we started etc. until eventually we yawned ourselves to sleep. I'm not sure what time it was, but at some point in the night, I pulled off my sticky underwear and left them in the sheets. My toe moved, and I felt Ethan's wet boxers under the sheets too. I realised, he was butt naked next to me and remembered that I hadn't dreamt it all. I toed his boxers up to me quietly. There was a thick glob of cum sitting inside them. I fingered it and brought it to my nose. I'd never even tasted my own cum but I couldn't help my self. I stuck out my tongue and let it sit inside my mouth. I licked the rest out and fell to sleep with a little bit of Ethan's juice drying on my top lip below my nose. We woke up at nearly mid day. The room smelt like our sweat and musk, it was intoxicating. We had naturally shifted closer during the night and although only our legs were slightly touching, I could feel his warm all around me. "Shit, I was supposed to take my brother to his football thing at 12." he said, sitting on the end of the bed, looking at the missed calls/texts on his phone. I admired the back of his bare butt, caught a glimpse of his pubes but wasn't at the right angle to see his glory. "I'd best go," he said looking for his boxers."I'll probably just go commando," he laughed standing up, covering his junk his hand and heading for the door. "You can borrow a pair of mine," I said. Throwing him some boxers from a drawer beside my bed. As he put them on, his crack widened slightly and for a split second, I saw his hole. I was rock solid but I put on some boxers myself and followed him downstairs where he got dressed. "Sorry I gotta leave so soon," he said. "That was a really fun night." "Yeah," I said, feeling a little exposed in just my boxers now he was dressed. "You free again tonight?" he said. "Yeah, you wanna stay over again?" "Definitely bro!" he said, as he got on his bike. I let him out the back gate and hopped back into the house in my boxers. I jumped in the shower and tidied up the snacks and washing up. It was when I came to make my bed I noticed our cummy boxers. I couldn't help but lick at his now drying cum. Just as I prepared to lie back and go to my happy place. The front door bell pinged. I looked at my phone to see who was there. It was Leah from next door. I threw on a T-Shirt and some shorts and answered the door. "Hiya Mason, just checking up on you, how you doing?" "I'm good," I said. "You just got out the shower?" "Yeah," I smiled. "You got anything planned in the next couple of hours?" she asked, "it doesn't matter if you have, I just really need to go shopping but Joey's being a pain about it. I was wondering if you'd mind watching him for a bit?" "No, I'm not doing anything at all until later. Do you want me to come over yours or Joey over here?" "Either way, I can send Joey over if you two wanna play some games or something?" "Sure, no worries." "You're a life saver Mason honestly!" "No problem." Half an hour later, I'd tidied up the rest of the mess and Joey buzzed the door. "Come round the back," I shouted from the garden. The back gate was open and Joey came around after saying bye to Leah. "Hey Joey!" I said. "Hi Mason," he said. After some chit chat, and a drink, we played football in the garden, played on the swing. It was another blistering hot day, and Joey had that boyish glisten to him, not unlike Ethan. We rolled around the grass, play fighting and as his small butt, sat on me I once again got that magical feeling from last night. I couldn't beleive I was feeling that way, Joey was 11 for gods sake. I did have a large soft spot for him though, he was undeniably adorable and didn't have any friends in the area. It was a fairly private community of well off parents. I told him he could come and play with me anytime he wanted. We played football a little more and as Joey smashed it toward the goal post, the ball smashed into a garden decoration. His face dropped and he looked horrified. "I'm so sorry Mason," he started crying, biting his bottom lip. "Heyy Joey it's fine! Don't get upset, come here." I put my arm around his shoulder, "It's okay, you're not getting in any trouble." "My mom's going to kill me," he said. She wouldn't because she was lovely, but he probably would get grounded at the least. "Hey, I won't tell if you don't, how does that sound?" He looked at me, tears streaming, his nose wet, "Really?" "Yeah!" "But won't your dad see it?" "I'll say I did it," I said. He stopped crying and hugged me tightly. I wiped his face with my T-shirt and picked him up, running around the garden, swinging him around. It was then his mom came through the back gate. "Sounds like someone's having too much fun!" "Oh hi mom," he said. "Come on then Joey, you've clearly worn poor Mason out." she laughed. "Nooo mom! I wanna stay here!" "Joey.." "No, it's fine if he wants to stay a bit longer Leah. I'm only stuck home anyway until my friend comes over later." "Are you sure?" she said. "Of course," I said. "Well, send him home as soon as you like, don't let him boss you about," she smiled at us. "Let's go play some playstation ey Joey?" Joey had been around the house a few weeks ago, but hadn't seen my room now it was all set up. He marvelled at my games and jumped on my bed, which still had my and Ethan's cum dried into it. We played games and when he lost, he kept burying his face into the spot most of the cum had landed last night. It kind of turned me on. "Can we play this one?" he said. It was GTA, an 18 rated game. "I dunno Joey, your mom would kill me if she knew I let you play that." "I won't tell her! I promise!" "Why don't we play fifa instead?" His adorable face dropped. "You promise you won't tell?" He nodded. "You know I'll get in a lot of trouble, if you do. Your mom wouldn't let you come around again." "I swear on my heart," he said, lifting his shirt, and putting his hand on his bare chest. I'd never seen anyone do this before but it was super cute. "Well.. okay then." We blew each other up for a little while and before I knew it, Ethan text me to say he was on his way. "One last game then, and you'll need to go home." "Okay," he said not too upset. "Don't worry, you can come over any time you like." He didn't say anything or move his eyes, but smiled, and his foot tapped mine without much thought. He was like an adorable puppy, I just wanted to hug him tightly. The game finished and I turned it off and saw him downstairs to his shoes. "Remember Joey! We've both got a promise haven't we," I winked. He nodded and then hugged me tightly before running around to his house. Not ten minutes later, Ethan arrived. He made himself at home, and once again I reminded him to take his shoes off. This time he was wearing white ankle socks and football shorts. We watched TV for a bit before going outside to play football. Ethan showed me how to use the swing to do pullups. Watching the sweat drip off his bare torso was a sight of beauty and he knew I was watching him. We'd worked up a sweat and decided to go a walk down to the local chinese to get dinner. We bought it home and ate outside as the sun was setting. We shared each others and I noticed neither of us cared anymore if we used the same bottles, forks or whatever. After a while, we went to my room and watched Family Guy. We lay on my bed again, somehow, still clothed. After exercising in the sun I was actually much more tired than I'd expected. Ethan yawned and stretched, pointing his socked toes outwards. I got up to get us some drinks. When I came back in, the smell of our young musk hit me. I loved it. "Oh it smells like us in here," I laughed. It was warm and humid to the point of being uncomfortable. I opened a window and turned the light off, the TV still providing enough light. As I walked past the foot of the bed, Ethan kicked me with his socked foot. I grabbed his ankle and threw his socks at him. "Aha! That's exactly what I wanted you to do!" "Your feet stank boy," I said. With this, he lifted them directly into my face. I pretended to choke at the pungent warm, moist sole. His toes were long and soft, his nails ever so slightly overgrown. "You love it really," he said laughing. He wasn't wrong. I climbed into bed and stripped down to my boxers. Ethan did the same. "It's too damn warm in here," I said. There was a part of me that wanted to initiate more play with Ethan, it would be easy enough but we were both exhausted. I don't know who fell asleep first, I think it was me. I woke up briefly in the middle of the night. Ethan was close, skin pressed against mine, his leg claiming me. His breath syncronised so that I was breathing him. Half awake, I admired his soft sleeping dopy face. I softly kissed him, slightly worried he'd wake, and then fell back asleep. I woke up in a similar position, except I'd sunk towards his chest and my nose was planted near his arm pit. I could hear his gentle heartbeat from his warm chest. He was half awake. I looked up at him, he smiled. It was early morning and we slept again for another few hours before finally waking up. It was still warm outside but there was heavy rain pooring against my window. It smelt like rain, and I'd never been more comfortable. "I don't wanna move," grunted Ethan. "Me neither," I said. I eventually lifted my head so I was facing him again. "I woke up last night and you were like this close to my face," I said, getting as close as he was. "Oh yeah?" he whispered, his nose touched mine, "close enough to kiss isn't it?" He hesitated for a second, but moved in to affirm it. Our lips touched delicately, a few times before our tongues secured the rhythm. Wet, warm waves of pleasure as we kissed for ages. My hands ran through his messy hair, over his back and his bubble butt. He climbed on top of me, his torso, firmer than mine, grinding against me. I ran my hands down to his waistband and excitedly pulled them off before removing my own. He readjusted slightly and an amazing feeling washed over me as our cocks slid over each other. My hands ran down over the cute dimple in his back to his soft peachy ass. After a while, he fell to the side of me again. We continued to kiss, I sneaked my first peak of his beautiful cock and took hold of it. It was strange to hold another guys cock, it felt warmer, softer, and I could feel it throbbing lightly. I pulled back and his pale pink cock head peaked out of his foreksin, shiny and wet with precum. He giggled and took hold of mine. "First one to cum cooks breakfast!" He said, beginning to stroke me. My heart was racing and just as I was sure I had lost this bet, hot wads of his cum squirted against my tummy and on the bed. Shortly after, I did the same, some landed on his cock. "What are we having for breakfast then?" I laughed, cleaning us up with a stray sock. We went downstairs to eat butt naked, we were exhausted and sat on the sofa with the tv on our phones. We couldn't help but steal glances of each other though. "I'd better get going," he said "you free tonight?" "My dad gets back tonight so he'll probably take me out for dinner and to see some annoying family," I said. "Okay, well I'll miss our little sleepovers" he winked. "Oh please, our little sleepovers haven't even begun." I said, "And before you go, can I get something?" "What's that?" I pulled my phone out, "a picture?" He blushed and covered his soft cock. "Please, I'm gonna miss you" "Okay" he said, sarcastically posing with his bare soles towards the camera, "But I get one of you too!" he said. We kissed once more, we were both hard by the time he left. I had to go away that entire weekend to see my cousins. It was annoying but I was texting Ethan constantly about what we wanted to try with each other. I cherished the photo I'd taken of him which gave me that funny feeling in my tummy and rushed blood to my dick. "How are you settling in to the new house?" asked one of my aunts. "Oh, it's great," I said thinking of the amazing couple of days I'd had with Ethan. I couldn't help thinking about my adorable little neighbour Joey either. I couldn't wait to get back home.