Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2023 19:51:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Pat Boydston <boydstonp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Neighbor-Boys-2

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Chapter Two of Neighbor-Boys
by "Bron Hole"

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


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The story continues from Neighbor Boys-1
[These events take place in the middle of the events described in Chapter
One. Before any oral or anal escapades described in that story.]

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Neighbor Boys-2 , by "Bron Hole"


As covered in the last chapter, I hadn't really had much sexual
experience before I turned 16. Just playing "Bare Butts" with Mike at the
age of 7 to 9. Mostly innocent asshole probing with objects and fingers.
As I described, once I moved into the foothill development of Oakwoods, I
discovered masturbation with Mark and the gang of boys on our street.
Inside the house I had brand-new twin step-brothers just 18 months
younger who were both horney and willing to take what they wanted. Ed,
Ted and I started out just playing --- examining each other's statue-like
nude bodies posed as exhibits in our "Bunk Bed Art Museum" --- a blanket
screened lower bunk bed.


As time progressed, I often woke to find one of the twins in my bed
(never both). They were nude and had usually already managed to remove my
boxers and roll me over into the position they desired. Whichever twin
was caressing my naked body (I eventually gave up and started sleeping
nude. Still do.) massaged my dick and butt and frequently fingered my
hole. After a while, they came up with an innovation. Laying their naked
form on me full length, back or front, and enjoying frottage on a
sleeping partner. After this development, there was usually a bit of deep
kissing and tonguing, especially when Ed was sliding up and down on top
of me. Sometimes it turned out to be my roomate Ted, up from the lower
bunk, and on other nights, Ed, who'd sneak down the hall and up into my
bed. When I awoke I always feigned sleep, so their actions were
"non-consensual" on my part. Though once awake I could have stopped them,
I never felt like doing so. It was fun and exciting. There was no mess or
evidence, as we were all too young to ejaculate fluid. I never had an
orgasm, but really liked how it felt. And being desired. Sometimes, if
they'd already finished with my front before they woke me, I wouldn't get
a look at my attacker and, at breakfast, would scan their cute red-head
pixie-like faces for any evidence of who'd attacked the night before.
They never seemed to communicate with each other about their nocturnal
sessions with their older step-brother. Maybe they didn't know about
their twin's desires or maybe they didn't want to know.


Anyway, beyond all that, I was a babe in the woods.


One warm March day, my friend Mark and I were sitting on the sloped lawn
of the corner house next door to his. I remember his bratty little sister
Ainsley wouldn't leave me alone. She kept crawling all over me. Quite
against my will, her sliding contacts across my crotch produced the
age-appropriate woody as a result. Mark noticed the tentpole pushing out
the front of my shorts and began to mock me for "wanting his
seven-year-old sister." completely mortified, I protested and denied
loudly.


Mark had a terrible habit of being my friend until anyone else was about
and then turning on me to pal up with them. My heart sank as I saw Tom
and Jeff and some new kid heading over to where we sprawled on the
grass-clad hill that formed the front yard of the corner house. I was

sure that Mark would rope them into mocking me over the hard-on, but two
things happened that derailed his fun at my expense. Ainsley scampered
back to their house. She knew from prior experience in larger groups boys
often were mean to her until she left us alone, so she anticipated her
fun was done and took off. Looking over, Mark saw I had deflated and
realized the evidence was gone. He didn't have the reputation for truth
telling in our gang that I did, and he was bright. Smart enough to
realize this line of fun had played out early.


As the three 14-year-olds walked up to Mark and I, my eyes locked with
those of the new boy. It was both electric and magnetic. I had never
experienced this sudden attraction for another human being. I could
almost hear Tom introducing his new friend, Jon. This boy seemed fixated
on me with an intensity matching my own. Tom prattled on about how Jon
lived up at the very top of Oakwoods, right where the paved street ended
and so many of our adventures in the chaparral-covered hills began. It
was across the street from the Neighborhood Association members-only
pool. On a number of occasions I'd scale the fence with Mark and other
non-member boys and skinnydip. I knew Jon's house without having to see
it.


Tom soon noticed the obvious way his new best friend (Jeff was too dumb
to realize he was being dumped by Tom) and I were infatuated with each
other. He soon concocted an excuse to drag Jon and Jeff off to "a secret
fort" they had to show Jon. It wasn't lost on me that Jon looked back and
smiled at me several times as they went up our street. Mark was oblivious
and told me none of little Tom's forts were secret as he'd followed him
to each and every one. If he made a new one, Mark would take me there
tomorrow.


I was having trouble thinking or caring about anything besides the
absolutely beautiful guy I had just met. Jon was my obsession from the
moment I saw his face. I made inquiries. His family, mom, dad and two
brothers had moved into Oakwoods five months earlier, at the beginning of
the school year. I found out his last name when I surveilled his home
later that day. It was in block letters on the mailbox: "MARROW".


Imagine my surprise that I had been school friends with Jon's older
brother (the middle of the three Marrow boys), Stan, at school. Stan was
a Junior, a year ahead of me and new to our high school. He had curly
black hair in an almost afro, a stocky build and a homely (though
friendly) face. I met Stan the second week of classes spending his lunch
hanging out in our high school's Career Center. It turned out Stan ate
his lunch there for the same reason I did. Neither of us had any school
friends to hang with.


Stan and I found a shared interest in Dungeons and Dragons. We never got
together outside of lunch and I had no idea he lived just up the hill in
our little enclave, Oakwoods. The oldest brother, Bob, was tall, thin and
a good-looking 19-year-old. Bob sported long brown hair, a mustache and
goatee, surfed, blasted acid rock, and smoked a lot of weed. He had a job
and was studying art but still lived at home --- as far as I could tell,
on the screened-in back porch. Hey, it was Southern California. I'm sure
he didn't suffer much compared to his parents with the noise and the pot
stank he produced. Bob was soon to get Stan into getting high and our
meager friendship withered, but who cared? I had just met my soulmate,
Jon, Stan and Bob's baby brother. And neither of us were even vaguely
curious about drugs.


Jon was checking me out as well. Two days later he rang our doorbell and
asked for me. He must have gotten my name from Jeff. Tom was sure as hell
not giving it up. I went out front with Jon and we sat together on our
brick front steps. It thrilled me that he sat so close to me, our sides
and legs occasionally brushed. The narrow stairs kind of forced this, but
he'd picked the place to sit and get to know each other.


His life was way different than mine. His dad was a serious TV actor.
He'd had parts in a few series I watched. However, having grown up for my
first decade across the street from NBC and with Warner Brothers backlot
a block from my school, I instinctively acted completely unimpressed. I
had child actors as classmates and giving zero attention to their fame
was Rule Number One. Jon had been getting television roles himself --- no
wonder with his perfect face and body! He was getting the most work
recently as a model for national department stores (I kid you not!). I
was

soon to come across a large photo of Jon clad only in tighty whities in
our Sunday newspaper's Sears insert. Seeing my idol's near-naked form at
the breakfast table with my entire family there required me to to pretend
to barely notice and casually turn the page rather than stare and drool
as I was strongly tempted to do. Also far from my world, Jon was a
champion horseman and I was soon to view the near museum of blue ribbons
and golden trophies for show riding crowding the shelves in his bedroom.


We were more excited to find that almost all our interests were shared.
We were both into fantasy, especially Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. We loved
the outdoors and lived for exploration and adventures in the mountains
adjacent to where we lived. WE both wrote poems and enjoyed challenging
each other in this area. All too soon he had to go home so his mom could
take him to the stables for riding practice. I wanted to beg him to go
along, but settled for an invitation to hang out in his room the
following day after school. (I got out of school about an hour before his
Junior High let out --- I'd escaped that hellhole two years earlier.
However, since he rode the bus, and I had to walk a couple miles home, we
both arrived back in our neighborhood at the same time).


I sat on those steps alone for another half hour, until I could no longer
feel the warmth of Jon's cute ass on the bricks. I was having a hard time
believing this teen Adonis wanted to be friends with lanky, tall, awkward
me. I was already 6'4" and wore glasses.


Jon and I quickly became inseparable, reading the same books (The Lord of
the Rings was an obsession), hiking the hills behind Oakwoods, imagining
ourselves on various quests, sneaking out of our windows for midnight
hikes and town crawls, daring each other to fast from all food for a
week, collecting herbs, and exploring; as I showed him all the forts and
caves Mark and I had discovered over the years.


Mark was a bit hurt by suddenly being replaced by my new best friend,
though he didn't talk about it. He and I rarely got together now,
although we were not adverse to pounding one out in our old spot when
we'd meet on the street by chance. One of us would lift an eyebrow and
off we'd go to relieve some sexual tension. Mark's little brother, Tom,
now hated me. He was livid that I had 'stolen' Jon from him. I didn't see
it like this. Jon had inexplicably sought me out and then invited me over
to his house. (I later learned that Tom was lusting after Jon in a major
way and hadn't gotten up to anything yet. He was supposing that Jon and I
were boyfriends long before we'd even broached the subject of sex.) I
felt bad for Tom, who I had always thought really cute, but I was caught
in a force of nature here. Tom just had to content himself with his
regular old neighborhood chum, Jeff. Jon later told me he had already
tired of Tom's clinginess and felt they had very little in common. He and
I agreed about Tom's cute face.


The only time anything remotely sexual occurred between us. Jon and I
were on a long hike up to the radio masts on the mountain top. He
suddenly needed to shit and ran off the side of the trail for some
privacy. I was standing there getting my head around the idea that
perfect people crapped like everyone else when Jon yelled for me to find
him something to wipe with. I immediately and very chivalrously ripped
the shirt pocket off the long sleeve flannel I was wearing to prevent
contact with poison oak. Handing Jon this piece of soft cloth for such
intimate duty felt like an act of love and devotion. It was my first
glimpse of his bare bottom too.


We went along nicely like this for about a month, then, one April day,
Jim suggested something new. He wondered aloud if his new high school
best friend knew how to score beer. I had begun to drink a little with
Jon. Normally we'd dumpster dive behind businesses and find bottles with
a little wine left in the bottom. We would split this and relish the warm
feeling as the wine slid down our throats. We found a half full bottle in
a cave we crawled into, but it was old and vile, so we made it an
initiation rite into our new club: The Wine Club. Recruits had to choke
down a couple cap-fulls. We never got even close to a buzz.


When Jim asked, strongly motivated to do anything he wanted, I remembered
an acquaintance at school worked alone at the drive-in dairy. I asked him
to sell me some Mickey Big Mouth beers his next shift. He made me pay him
at school and told me I'd find my beer in a bag on top of whatever was in
the dumpster behind the dairy. Sure enough, the next day, Saturday, Jon
and I had ourselves four whole bottles of beer.


We smuggled our treasure down the street to a hole in the fence where we
could slip into the forbidden confines of The Wash, the concrete river
one had to cross on a bridge to enter Oakwoods. This feature separated
and isolated our neighborhood from the rest of the city. We followed the
scummy shallow water downstream to a newly constructed bridge into a
neighborhood similar to ours but still under construction. We hated this
new development and had spent two midnight hikes vandalizing the
construction site --- pulling out all the wooden stakes and throwing them
into the wash. We hoped to delay the completion at least until we
graduated and didn't need the hills they were despoiling anymore.


Anyway, we went up the sloped bright new concrete bridge abutments to sit
right beneath the steel underside of the bridge. We figured getting drunk
for the first time right under our enemy's nose was good environmentalist
anarchy tactics.


We began to drink and talk. (Surprisingly, since it was the most either
of us had ever drank, two beers each got both of us fairly drunk.) Jon
led off by telling me about his past best friend in his old Glendora
neighborhood. Jon and he were 13 and they began to play around sexually.
They progressed really quickly in their enjoyable new pastimes and soon
were laying down on the pavement between parked cars in dealer lots and
sucking each other in a position he called Sixty-nine. He said they also
kissed a lot and managed to have sex almost every day in increasingly
daring and public displays. Both boys had an exhibitionist streak. I
wondered if Jon's obvious sexual acting out might account for his
family's move to the foothills.


I found his stories really exciting. I developed a painfully stiff
erection, which did not go unnoticed. This was probably the object and
the stories merely the means. Jon reached over and palmed my bulge.
Squeezing gently he suggested that maybe we could try what he'd done with
Bestie One. I mutely nodded assent. Jon unzipped me with practiced ease
and pulled my shorts and briefs down as I lifted my butt to help.
Released, my rigid teen flesh-pole flipped up and made a slap sound
against my belly. We both giggled.


Jon handled my most sensitive part and moved his soft palm along its
length. Hard to describe how good he made me feel. Then, moving downslope
and between my knees, he lowered that gorgeous face to my lap and took
the head into his lips. An overwhelming and new erotic feeling emmanated
from my penis as I went a bit lightheaded.


After sucking and licking my dickhead and frenulum, Jon slowly lowered
his lips down the shaft, allowing my entire 5.5 inches to slide into his
throat. I was suddenly overwhelmed with love (or lust) for this wonderful
and talented boy.


Jon worked his mouth magic on me for several minutes. I felt an explosion
coming and caressed his cheek to warn him. He looked up into my eyes and
flushed panting face and got back to work, picking up his pace. Moments
later I began to pour a load of semen into Jon's mouth. I experienced my
best-ever orgasm --- one that seemed to last twice as long as the ones
provided by my own or Mark's handjobs. I still managed to feel guilty to
be coating this angel's mouth with nasty emissions from my pee hole.
Finally I involuntarily flinched and pulled back because the post-orgasm
contact was too intense and I felt I would die or at least pass out. Jon
looked up with an adorable grin having swallowed every drop.


I said, "Oh wow! That was the most awesome thing I have ever felt! Sorry
about the sperm."

"No dude, you are delicious! That was fun, huh?" Shyly, Jon followed up
with, "Will you do me now?"

I suddenly got cold feet about how far this was going. Once I was a
'cocksucker' I couldn't go back to the virginity I had been convincing
myself I still had. But this amazing kid, my new best friend, wanted my
mouth wrapped around his still unseen meat, so I gulped and replied,
"Sure." Jon beamed at me which sent warmth through my whole body. He
pulled off his shorts in one motion. I was surprised to see he was naked
beneath. Had he planned for something like this? I immediately saw his
shorts had fully covered a brown birthmark on his upper thigh about the
size of my palm. For some reason I was overjoyed to discover this one
"flaw" in the perfection that was Jon.


His cock was almost identical to mine. We compared the rounded helmet
heads, the shafts the same length, and similar size of our scrotal sacs.
The main difference was pubic hair. At 16, my patch was curly and light
brown and fairly full, Jon was only 14, but he'd be 15 a month before I
turned 17, so we decided we were only one year apart, though it was
closer to two. He was still in 9th grade and I was a Sophomore in high
school. Jon's pubes were straight, black and plentiful enough to look
like they were mostly in already. I thought his cock was perfect, but I
guess this may have been some Narcissism since we'd just decided we were
practically twins in the genital department.


Despite my earlier reticence, I couldn't wait to touch and fondle that
cock and balls. Without retrieving my shorts, even through the top of the
cement slope we were perched upon was raspy on my butt cheeks, I
half-turned toward Jon and took his stiff pecker in both of my hands. It
was even better than handling Mark's slightly smaller and thinner cock,
mostly because this fondling was the prelude to 'real sex'.


I took my time exploring this wonderful member. Jon's cock was smooth as
silk on all unhaired surfaces. I really enjoyed softly sliding my fingers
up and down his shaft, gently massaging his balls and scrotum and working
my hand between his legs, quickly spread, to massage his perineum and
brush a fingertip across his anus. This was something I liked having done
to me, so I thought it a sure bet he would enjoy it too. By his soft
groans and moans, enjoy it he did.


After a while though, Jon decided that I needed a bit of courage to fully
plunge into the new pleasure he's just taught. He ran his fingers through
my long curly blond locks. When that brought no change in attention. He
made a fist trapping my hair in his hand and slowly pulled my face toward
his groin. I got the message, and since I knew this was what he required
of me, I opened my mouth for a perfect landing on his rod, now pulsing
with engorgement. Just over half way down, I got the sensation that his
dick was further in than anything other than soft chewed food had been
before. I made a small gagging sound and Jon let go of my hair and
mumbled a breathy "Sorry." The pause allowed me to take in the view of
his most intimate region, the intoxicating scent he gave off, and the
lovely feeling of his inner thighs against my cheeks. Wow!


His smell down there was something I never got enough of. If they bottled
it I would carry it around sneaking sprays in my face every few minutes.
Clean, but any soap smells were very background. The highlights were his
own musk that carried scents of freshly turned earth and almost a Earl
Gray tea aroma.So good! I forgot that I was unsure about going down on a
dude and plunged deeper to get more of this boy in my mouth. I got myself
used to letting his dick bottom out at the entrance to, and maybe a bit
inside, my throat. I was determined to avoid gagging for fear he would
again apologize and call a halt to this pleasure. I instinctively knew to
keep my teeth away from his thrusting cock as Jon picked up the tempo and
began to push and pull as he slowly and gently took over the movements of
our act. It wasn't too much longer when I heard him gasp and then groan.
He pushed all the way in, mashing his pubic mound against my nose. My
mouth was hit with the first of three bursts of cumm that filled all the
space not occupied by the spewing penis. I began using my tongue along
the still slowly thrusting flesh - without breaking my lips' seal. I was
a bit grossed out at the idea of what I was sloshing around in my mouth,
but realized there was nothing disagreeable about the taste of Jon's
juices. It was really pleasing, maybe due to the fact I was falling hard
for the nectar's producer, but I savored the taste of salt, cucumber, and
something nice I couldn't quite place.


When he finished, Jon stopped my sucking by again grabbing a handful of
my curls and slowly pulling my head up. I quickly swallowed every bit of
the cumm I was holding in my mouth. I wanted Jon to know I liked every
bit of himself that he was giving to me. So no spitting or even drooling
a drop out of the side of my lips (Though that can be a cute look for a
freshly finished fellator).


Jon rushed to speak as soon as I looked him in the face. "Thanks, Bron!
That was hot. You're very good at this. My friend in Glendora let his
teeth scrape me almost every time." It was my turn to beam. We each
grabbed our shorts, but wanting to continue our nudity in this public yet
private spot, I said, "Fold it into a pad and sit on it. This concrete is
imprinting my butt." We both made our seats and sat in companionable
nudist silence.


Finally I said, "I've never done anything like that with anyone before."

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking concerned.

"Oh YES! I mean I loved it. Can we keep doing it?" I knew I didn't want
to have this be just a one-off.

"Cool!", Jon declared. "When you're ready there's something else fun we
can try." He was blowing my mind. This younger kid was leagues ahead of
me in this area.

"I am ready already!"

"I'm not. Give me time to recover from what you just did to me. How about
you tell me all the experiences like this you've had before?"


I proceeded to tell him EVERYTHING. Going back to maybe 7 years old, I
didn't keep anyone's secrets and totally sold out Mark and my
step-brothers. (To Jon's credit he never spread this confidential intel.)
Jon was astonished to find he'd initiated this older boy into oral sex.
When he'd described his sex acts in his former neighborhood, I had
carefully nodded and presented a knowing face, hiding my shock. He now
realized that he was firmly in the driver's seat in the new sexual part
of our friendship, and this thrilled him enough to start explaining
"Under-the-Bridge Phase Two".


next: Neighbor Boys-3; Things heat up with Jon and the twins expand their
act.