Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2024 02:52:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Pat Boydston <boydstonp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Neighbor Boys (Chapter 1)

Note: All the usual warnings apply. This story is true and about my own
childhood. Only the names and towns are changed to protect those
involved. Don't read it if stories about underaged boys having mostly oral
sex are against the law where you live.

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Neighbor Boys, Chapter 1 by "Bron Hole"

The first time I ever had my cock sucked I was sixteen and underneath the
bridge with Jon. Now, before that I'd had quite a few instances of naked
play and touching with my step-brothers and the boys on my street in
Altadena. However, the beginning even dated farther back to when I was
about seven in North Hollywood. Mike, my friend from across the street, and
I would play "Bare Butts" --- a secret activity where we would take turns
dropping our pants and displaying our backsides to the intimate inspections
of our examining friend. We usually did this behind a wall that lined my
driveway, or sometimes in my bedroom. We liked to give the fascinating
brown puckered hole extra scrutiny --- and it wasn't long before we
included insertion of objects into the anus. It was often a rounded dowel
from my Tinker Toys. When done gently, it felt good and could go in several
inches. One time, I pulled it out of Mike's hole and it had some poo
smeared on the end. I had no idea how to clean this, and just threw it as
far under my bed as I could. I remember this resulting in embarrassed and
stammering excuses when my mom came across it while cleaning my room.
Since she was a pediatric nurse, I doubt she was in the dark about how it
got stained. Mike and I stuck our fingers into each other's pucker as
well. I really liked seeing his butt and touching it. I don't remember our
small penises ever attracting any interest or handling.

Other than Mike, there were no other opportunities to see and touch naked
boys. The sole encounter was a single game of "Show & Tell" with two
sisters in my grandparents' neighborhood. Charla, the older one was my age,
but all I remember is getting to see her vulva and thinking how it was neat
that girls had two "butts". (About a decade later their family joined our
church and our shared memory made for some discomfort in youth group.)
This sexual desert bloomed quickly when I was 10 1/2 and we moved to the
Los Angeles foothills of Altadena.

I was ten when we moved to the secluded Altadena neighborhood of Oakwoods,
and sexual encounters with other boys really heated up. There were many
boys around my age in the neighborhood, and almost no girls. The only girl
who lived near us was Wendy, and she hated all of us. My best neighborhood
friends were Mark and Tom, brothers who lived one house down the street.
Their family had emigrated from England when the boys were small. Mark was
uncut, just a few months younger than me, but a grade behind me. He had
started out in my grade but was held back a year to repeat second grade.
The Welcome Wagon lady (who wore a black eye patch like a pirate) had
specifically warned my mother not to let me play with Mark, as he was "bad
news" and "always in trouble". Upon overhearing this, I snuck out, ran down
to his house and introduced myself. He sounded fun!

And he was! Fun. And Trouble. He was a head shorter than me and had
straight brown eyebrow-length hair. After winning a fight with Mark while
all the neighborhood boys looked on and goaded us, I secretly went to him
and offered him a chance to reclaim his lost honor at my expense. Another
fight was scheduled, on the same cul-de-sac lawn where all official
Oakwoods fights took place, and this one I intentionally let Mark win, and
even took a bit of a beating to make it convincing. After the proverbial
dust settled, we were fast friends and co-conspirators. His younger,
cute-as-a-button, brother Tom had a taller blond friend named Jeff (Wendy's
younger brother --- their family yard was the Oakwoods fight lawn) and Tom
and Jeff hung around us as often as we'd tolerate it. Jeff was nice to look
at, but none too bright, and easy to put up to things. They were both eight
and Mark was had just turned 10. I was a few months short of my eleventh
birthday when we started hanging out. We'd be together until I turned 16
and fell head-over-heels in lust with Jon. Even after Mark and I still got
together when bored, but by then I was besotted with my beautiful new
friend and beginning to get a life outside the neighborhood. At about this
time Mark, Tom and Jeff got deep into smoking pot and had little interest
in anything beyond weed.

But all that was over five years ahead of us. One day when we were fort
building, Mark and I found ourselves alone and got to talking. I felt like
it might be a good chance to ask him about a story I'd heard from an older
boy. Burney, the son of the aforementioned piratical Welcome Wagon lady,
lived almost three blocks down the street and almost all the way to the
bridge over the Wash that separated Oakwoods from the rest of the world.
He wasn't part of our group --- excluded by distance and age. He was also a
bit of a bully and scared us. One day, both he and I must have been very
bored, because we spent several hours goofing around together in the "Baby
Wash" --- a sandy dry (except during downpours) rivulet that fed into the
larger concrete "Wash" (storm control channel or what passes for a "river"
in Southern California). Burney taught me a filthy ditty called "Barnacle
Bill the Sailor", and fascinated, I learned every verse. Having broached up
the taboo subject of sex, our talk drifted to my friends. Burney
salaciously revealed he had caught Jeff, Mark and Tom stark naked and
playing with each other in the back of Mark and Tom's parents' station
wagon where they'd been allowed to host a sleepover. Burney had no strict
bedtime and had been out prowling Oakwoods after the streetlights came on
(something none of the rest of us were allowed). My friends had dared Jeff
to strip, thinking no one would see them in the back of the car parked on
our quiet dead-end street. Once he was bare naked they shucked their PJs
and joined him in nude wrestling and other exciting activity. But Burney
had snuck up and spied on them and then dramatically knocked on the window
and scared them to death while the three were fondling each other's small
cocks and rubbing their bodies against each other. Burney shared this with
me thinking it would sour me on my friendship with Mark. I think he was
lonely and wanted a neighborhood friend and was even willing to consider
one two years younger than himself. Sadly for Burney, this shared intel had
unintended impacts on my horney ten-year-old brain. I was instantly
envious. Why hadn't I been included in the naked sleepover? It sounded
brilliant --- except for the getting caught in the act by a 12-year-old
part. I also felt something like a protective instinct for Mark. Having
been caught playing naked by myself in a huge cardboard box by a grownup
when I was 7 and being dragged home and delivered to my mom in that state,
I could empathize with the shame this revelation would bring. I wanted to
quash Burney's tale before it was passed along to anyone else. I also
wanted to find out if Mark would be interested in getting naked and doing
stuff with me.

So, with Tom and Jeff off getting supplies, Mark and I sat in the shade,
taking a break from the hot and sweaty work of fort construction. I gently
asked Mark about the sleepover story. He went instantly beet red and denied
it, but I quickly told him I thought it was cool and wanted to help him
keep their secret. Mark calmed down and spilled all the details. Since we
were talking about sex, he mentioned he'd found his dad's stash of Playboy
magazines. We agreed that these needed to be well hidden somewhere near the
fort, where Tom and Jeff couldn't get at them. A few days later, Mark
brought the Playboys into the Baby Wash and we sat down in a hidden spot
along the bank to look through them together. The nude pictures and
proximity to Mark while talking about sex made us both horny and we ended
up with our pants pulled down and our stiff pre-pubescent cocks out. We
just played with our own penis while our bare legs touched along the
side. It was thrilling, even though neither of us got to orgasm (or even
knew they existed). Afterward, we bagged the magazines in a plastic trash
bag and hiked up to the area near the fort and buried them. Mark's dog
Shandy, an Irish Setter, tagged along. A few days later we were keen to
revisit the naked pictures and went to get the Playboys and found they were
gone, our hole re-excavated. It was a mystery until we buried a new batch
and found that Shandy was going back and digging them up.

Mark and I found ourselves increasingly drawn to our spot along the Baby
Wash. We would yank down our pants and underwear, baring our bodies from
waist to knees, and then practice jacking off. At first, we only touched
ourselves, but as comfort, trust and familiarity grew, we took to helping
each other out. I loved moving Mark's foreskin up and down over the head of
his uncircumcised cock. His was about 3 inches and mine not very much
bigger, but they felt wonderful when they were being handled by a friend.
He became really ashamed of his foreskin when he first hit the showers in
Junior High gym class. He begged his mom for a circumcision and, at 13, he
got his wish. I helped nurse him through a week of pain and hung out with
him as much as I could as he missed a week of school. His "new" cock was
less unique, but no less fun to handle. Mark and I continued our
explorations for years and, at 14, we read much of the book "Everything You
Wanted to Know About Sex (but were Afraid to Ask) aloud to each other down
in our spot.

One night at home I was having a sleepover of sorts with my stepbrother,
Ed. He was a year and a half younger and a redhead. I shared a bunk bed and
room with Ted, Ed's twin brother, and all three of us used to play "Museum"
where we'd make a "room" with blankets for walls on the lower bunk and take
turns being a naked statue that museum visitors (the other two) could see
and handle on private tours. Ted also used our shared living situation to
reach under my covers when I was asleep or pretending to be so and feel me
up. I always sleep in the nude and this encouraged him to play with my
cock, balls and ass. Ed shared a room with Kyle, their older brother (5
months my junior) and Kyle was volatile and often violent so Ted and I
pitied Ed and all three of us avoided Kyle as much as we could manage.  So,
one Friday evening, Ed and I decided to ask our folks for a sleepover in
our own home but out of our bedrooms. A sofa bed on the screened-in back
porch seemed an exotic change from the nightly routine. My stepdad was
within eyeshot through the sliding glass doors watching sports on TV in the
living room, but he couldn't hear us and we were playing around under the
covers. We stripped each other of our only clothing --- pajama bottoms.
Once we were both naked we started sliding our cocks against each other's
pelvis and belly in no time at all. The skin-on-skin contact was thrilling
and we both got as hard as rock. Suddenly I felt this overwhelming and
alarming feeling rising in me. Fireworks going off behind my eyes and waves
of pleasure erupted in my groin. It was frightening, but there was no
stopping now. I kept grinding my rigid penis into Ed's pubes until I
shuddered uncontrollably and collapsed on top of him. My cock was suddenly
too sensitive. We lay there still for maybe half a minute and then Ed
wiggled beneath me in a way that said 'get off me.'  I rolled over and
ignored his handling my ass and pushing his spit-slicked index finger in
and out of my hole until he fell asleep. He actually had his finger in my
anus when I could hear his breathing change and knew he was asleep. I
thought about trying to sleep with him inside me but it was too distracting
so, careful not to wake him I reached behind and pulled his wrist. I
remember risking pulling back the cover to make sure there was nothing
dirty on Ed's finger. I was a faditious lad. Neither Ed or I ever spoke
about that frottage, but I knew everything had changed. It was my first
orgasm --- dry but explosive.

The following day I told Mark all about my climax and, facinated, he worked
on my cock with his hands until it happened again. He wanted to experience
an orgasm and I was able to bring him off as well. Our faces would get very
close to the member we were laboring over, but we never thought to use our
mouths or anything but our hands. I did enjoy exploring his ass whenever
the opportunity arose. I loved it when Mark ran his palms over my ass
cheeks and thighs.

Mark and I never moved much beyond the acts I describe, except for once
when we were both a bit drunk. I was 17 and Mark was 16. The next-door
neighbors up the street from me (Mark and Tom lived two homes down the
street) had moved out and put their home up for sale. It was empty, and the
realtors had a special lock on the door. Mark had been poking around and
found the sliding glass door in back was unlocked. He took me in at night
and we lay on the carpet in the empty living room and drank a couple
beers. We'd been drifting apart, mostly due to his obsession with pot and
getting high, something I wasn't interested in. Well, that, and the fact
that by this point I was having almost daily sex with Jon. Anyway, after
"Breaking and Entering," it was nice just hanging out and rekindling our
friendship. I think we both hoped we were getting things back on tract. I
did miss him, if only because we'd so many years together.

Mark asked me about Jon (who'd started out as Tom's friend until our eyes
locked the first time we met) and the beer loosened my tongue. I told Mark
about 14-year-old Jon introducing me to sucking cock, and how awesome it
felt to have someone's lips wrapped around your hard prick. Almost
immediately Mark was unzipping, kicking off shoes and pulling off his
pants. He stroked his now-fully-healed circumcised prick as I painted a
word picture of my simultaneous face-fucking sessions with Jon in the
woods. It wasn't long before Mark pleaded with me to suck his dick and, not
wanting to be the designated "cocksucker," I shot back, "Only if we do it
at the same time." Mark yanked off Monty Python's Flying Circus tee-shirt
and socks. He was such a hot looking teen when viewed with nothing on but
that impish smile. I was stoked to see that he wasn't shocked at my
confessions, but instead, eager to catch up. I joined him in full nudity
and after some awkward wordless positioning where I had to grab his
shoulders and swivel Mark's body so his face was at my pelvis, we lay in 69
Position. I took the lead and kissed the head of his cock and opening my
lips just enough, slowly pushed my face toward his straight black pubes,
enveloping his entire length in my wet warm mouth. It just reached the back
of my throat and I stifled a gag and pulled back to begin stroking his
shaft with my lips while my tongue darted around stimulating anything
nearby. After an initial groan of pure pleasure, Mark mimicked me and I
felt my cock going halfway into Mark's mouth. When he held it there just
tonguing it, I continued his education but putting one hand gently on the
back of his head and tangling my fingers in his brown hair.  Then I held
his head in place while I thrust my hips forward as slowly as I could,
sinking my cock to its roots in his hot oral cavity. Even though he gagged
a bit, as soon as I let him pull back an inch he began to energetically
slurp up and down my rigid pole. Mark was a quick learner and he
instinctively knew to keep his teeth safely behind his lips.

After a few minutes of delicious sucking and being sucked by a budding
expert cocksucker, I pulled my mouth of his boy-prong and grabbed Mark's
hips, using them to haul myself far enough down his smooth body to get my
mouth and tongue between his legs. My cock pulled from his lips and slapped
his neck. This placed his eager and talented mouth right where I wanted
it. Directly under my scrotum. Now this was super nice because I led both
of us into first licking balls and then moving further on to tonguing each
other's virgin puckered rosebuds. To my surprise, Mark showed no shock when
I ran my tongue down his crack and across his hole. He just started licking
mine at once. He even pushed his tongue into me while I was still warming
him up running circles around his hole. He was so clean and fresh smelling,
just soap and boy. i suspected that he had showered just before getting me
to drink beers with him. He evidently had hoped something sexual would
happen. That was fine with me. I took several showers a day for the same
reason, mostly because Jon's tongue was likely to probe every inch of me.
I hurried to catch up with Mark and, stiffening my tongue into a point,
jabbed it into his anal ring as far as it could go. He jumped but quickly
made noises from between my ass cheeks that communicated that I had better
not stop. After several minutes of mutual rimming, Mark disengaged his
mouth and said, I am going to cum. I slid back into our original
configuration and gulped down his length just in time to catch four rich
creamy bleachy shots of boy spunk which I swallowed completely. I then held
his head into my crotch while I rolled from my side to my back. I didn't
want him thinking we were done because he might have been. I needn't have
worried. Mark went at my dick with gusto --- using his mouth in an up and
down motion every bit as fast as the hand jobs I was used to receiving from
him. Less than a minute passed before a thunderous climax crashed over
me. Mark drank down his oldest friend's boy juice when it flooded his
mouth. Well, most of it. As he looked up into my face and flashed his
impish grin, my cum that overflowed from the corner of that grin and down
over his chin and neck was one of the cutest things I've ever seen.

This was not only the first and last time Mark and I sucked each other.  It
was the last time we had sex of any kind with each other. After that night
we just let the drift our friendship had been in become permanent. (Years
later we met again as adults through Facebook and went out for Mexican
food. I hinted as much as I felt I could and he showed no interest in doing
anything. I was mostly just curious to see his body and cock again and
check of changes.) Mark and I never included anybody in our private fun
times. There were only two incidents with Tom and one with Jeff the entire
time we were neighbors.

One day, when I was 16, I stayed home sick from school sick. Apparently,
Tom had ditched school himself that day and was walking by our house.
Laying on my upper bunk in my bedroom, I spied him walking past on our
quiet street. I waved through the bedroom's front window. Less than a
minute later, I was startled to see Tom's smiling face in the high smaller
window next to my upper bunk. I opened the window and Tom asked if the
screen came off. That was easily accomplished by flipped two small latches
at the bottom. I was an expert on sneaking out this very window at
night. The small walkway beside the house below --- where our trash cans
lived --- was perfect for this as it had a cinderblock retaining wall
topped by a wood fence that one could scramble out upon silently. The top
of this wall was where Tom perched. I opened the screen and pulled it out
of the way.  Tom scrambled through the window and into bed with me. I was
surprised by this sudden familiarity. We were sort of neighborhood friends,
but not at all close. Tom and I had no secrets and never did anything
together that didn't include my "satellite" Mark or Tom's, Jeff. Mark and I
actually teased Tom quite a bit, calling him "Tom-Tom" and practicing Monty
Python put-downs on him. Still, I'd been home alone all morning and was
bored, so I welcomed the distraction. As already mentioned, Tom was very
cute, in the manner of English boys, and had straight brown hair like his
older brother, but lighter brown and even more adorable features.

As soon as he was on my bed, Tom started to take off all his clothes. I was
shocked. We'd never spoken of or done anything like this. I slept in the
nude and so was already naked under the thin cover. I'd been nervous about
him figuring this out, but that was obviously not a problem. When Tom had
stripped off every scrap of clothing, including both socks, in knelt on my
bed gloriously and completely nude, he made sure his stiff erection was
pointed straight up at my staring eyes. I'd always thought Tom was great
looking, but I had never noticed how hot my friend's kid brother was. He
was fit and tanned all over. I made a mental note to find a vantage point
for watching their backyard pool. Tom was obviously sunning in the buff.  I
was instantly hard and Tom smirked at the tent over my midsection.

I raised up the cover and he crawled in alongside me. I was running a low
fever, but his body against mine still seemed hot. We put our arms around
each other and cuddled, just slowly undulating our bodies against each
other. Tom put his lips on mine and started kissing me. I was worried at
first about sharing my germs, but I couldn't resist those sweet kisses. I
began to kiss back and felt his tongue slide between my lips and really
begin to force itself against my teeth. Opening my mouth, I let Tom French
kiss me. What we lacked in experience, we more than made up for in
enthusiasm. The lower halves of our bodies were beginning to demand our
attention. I was feeling like I wanted to slow down as I could feel a
climax coming on. This serendipitous eves-dropping boy-toy sex was much too
good to end quickly. Tom took the lead again and flipped around underneath
my covers so that his head was at my crotch and his cock was available to
the tongue that had just been wrestling with his. By this time I'd been
sucking cock with Jon and my step-brothers for several months and knew what
to do. I was surprised that Tom knew about giving a blow job. This was
months before Mark and I would do something similar in the house next-door,
so I know Tom didn't get the idea from his older brother. But he did know,
and he took my entire (now 5-inches) length into his throat in a single
plunge --- without gagging. It felt so good. He really seemed to have some
game in the oral services department and I decided it was only polite to
return the favor. His 4-inch stiffy was bobbing as close as he could
position it in front of my lips. I licked the head and then up and down the
shaft, causing Tom to shudder along his entire frame. Then I let him slide
his dick all the way into my fever-hot mouth. He began to thrust his hips
and face fuck me. Even though he was not that big, I was gagging a bit when
he'd bottom out --- his few dark pubic hairs pushed into my face. To give
myself a break and Tom a treat, I grabbed his hips and held him still while
I backed my mouth off his rampant prick. Then I slowly slid my hands down
his thin legs and pulled them apart. I leaned my face in where his legs
joined and began to softly lap with my tongue, first at his scrotum, and
then further down, at that sensitive area between the ball sack and the
small puckered hole. Tom went crazy, writhing and bucking. He was really
giving it to my cock with his mouth, and I had postponed my pending release
by concentrating on bathing his perineum. I knew that what came next would
reward him even more for this thoughtful and delightful sick call. I pushed
my face a bit further between Tom's legs and ran my tongue across his
hole. His legs compressed tight around my ears and then immediately let go,
encouraging me to continue to lick in this strange new land. I loved his
clean ass crack smell and taste. A little soap as if he'd showered that
morning and just a hint of sweaty boy. I swirled my tongue's tip around and
around the boy's wrinkled pink hole. He was moaning now around the cock in
his throat. I stiffened my tongue and pushed the tip into his anus as far
as I could. I slowly tongue fucked his asshole and he shuddered into an
orgasm and shot a thin stream of cum onto my neck, where his cock massaged
my Adam's apple. This was all it took. I began to unload my cum into Tom's
mouth and he eagerly swallowed every drop, saving me from embarrassing
stains on my sheet. After laying still for about a minute, Tom flipped back
around and cuddled and kissed me some more. I could taste and smell both my
semen and Tom's ass at the same time as our tongues lazily resumed their
mutual exploration of tooth and cheek. After a minute or so Tom sat up,
gathered his clothes and redressed. He gave me a huge smile and said,
"Thanks! That was great!" and climbed out the window. I watched in front as
he headed off back down the street to his house. Wow! I wondered when it
would happen again, but it never did. Neither of us even mentioned it or
told a soul.

There was one other time I had sex with Tom but it was in a threesome with
Jon. Tom followed Jon and I out along a dirt drive at night. There were
eucalyptus trees screening the road from some backyards of the street up a
small hill from us. We stopped and hid in the trees until Tom walked up and
then we grabbed him and took him to the ground. We demanded to know why he
was following us and though he clearly didn't want to say I guessed that it
was play voyeur and watch Jon and I 69 each other to ecstasy. He wouldn't
tell how he knew we were lovers but maybe it was just that obvious.
Anyway, we figured he'd be cool if we just included him, so we did.
Together we stripped Tom and then ourselves and the three of us lay there
in the fallen leaf litter in a triangle of sucking and licking of cocks,
balls and asses. There was no kissing this time --- it was completely
genital. We all came and then Jon just told Tom he'd better keep it to
himself, and we walked away without a word. That was the last time I ever
had sex with Tom.  When I was 13, Jeff was watching Mark and Tom's house
while they were on a family vacation. Their backyard pool needed cleaning
and maintenance. I was bugged that they picked dumb Jeff over their smarter
and closer neighbor --- me. But Mark's mom didn't like me. Jane had gone
through a nasty divorce the previous year and I'd spilled the beans to her
boys about the short-haired mannish woman who'd moved in when their dad
left. It was shocking to Tom and Mark that their mother was in a lesbian
relationship, and they weren't inclined to take my word for it... They'd
run home and asked her, and, though she verified my judgement (overheard
from my mom on the phone with a friend), Jane was still pissed at me,
months later, for bearing the tale. So Jeff had the keys to the house. One
day I was sweating and bored and decided to skinny-dip in the vacationing
family's pool (after all, their stupid vacation in England was the reason
my summer was boring), but Jeff was already there testing the chemicals.
He'd just poured in almost a gallon of muriatic acid, so I changed my mind
about swimming that afternoon. I helped him vacuum the pool instead, and we
ended up sitting on Tom's bed talking about jacking off. He and Tom had
discovered it right before they left for the UK. When I asked how Tom knew
about it (because I knew Jeff wasn't the bright inventive one in that duo),
he started to say that Mark had taught Tom, and then caught himself and
slapped his hand over his mouth. I had already figured as much and asked
for details, but Jeff grinned and told me to wait. He ran off to another
room and I could hear a drawer squeek open and quickly slam shut from the
direction of Jane's formerly marital bedroom. Jeff came back holding a
short pink cylindrical device with a cord coming out of one end and a white
suction cup attachment on the other. I asked him what it was, and he said
he didn't know. "Just feel what it does to your dick!"

Jeff plugged it into the wall socket and the thing started buzzing. I
touched it at the business end and it was vibrating rapidly. I suddenly
realized I's read about these with Mark --- it was a vibrator. Jeff pulled
down his pants and pulled out his cock. He placed the cup end gently
against the head of his rapidly rising penis and softly moaned "It feels
awesome!" I quickly had my pants around my ankles and sat down against Jeff
so that our naked legs rested against each other. "Try it on mine" I
begged. He did, and I had to agree. I had never felt anything so intense.
It was almost like a part of an orgasm pulled out away from the rest of it
and applied on demand. We took turns moving it around on each other's cock
and balls until we each came. That was my only time being naked with Jeff
though I always assumed that he and Tom were going at it all the time once
Tom got back and anytime they were alone.

[I will write up my adventures with Jon in another submission.]

I would appreciate hearing from you about this story. Your thoughts and
comments are appreciated. mailto: boydstonp@yahoo.com