Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2018 15:21:14 -0800 From: Ian Bridger Subject: The Kid Next Door Part 1 Readers Warning: The following fictional story contains elements of sexual content and contact between minor boys, age 11 to 13. If the subject matter offends you, if it is not to your tastes, or if you are a minor and not of legal age; then you should stop reading now. This story is written and posted by; _____ About A Boy_____ The Kid Next Door Part One For most kids, getting out of school for the holidays is a welcome thing. Whether it be winter break, summer vacation, or just a simple weekend. Time away from school is good time. In this case, it was winter break, and all the public schools were closed for the following week. The kids all love it of course. But parents, who still have to work, sometimes scramble trying to make arrangements to watch their young ones. For most of the older kids, it's no big deal. They can take care of themselves, go places, or just hang out with friends. But when you're in Junior High School, most of us are caught between childhood and adolescence. Both my mom and dad have to work, and the good thing is that since I had just turned thirteen, they finally decided that I was old enough now that I didn't need someone to watch over me all day while they were gone. My name is Kevin, and I am more than happy to be out of school for the week. Even though spring is just around the corner, it's been really cold and wet around here. So winter break wasn't really getting off to the best start. I didn't care all that much, all I wanted to do was hang around inside the house playing video games and stuff. It wasn't any fun to be outside when the weather was wet and cold like this anyway. My house is on a cul-de-sac, along with three other houses. There are two little kids who live in one of the houses, and there is also another boy who lives next door to me, his name is Jacob. He's just eleven, almost two years younger than me. I can't say we're like close friends or anything, I mean I like him and all, but since he's younger we don't really hang out much together. He comes over and we shoot hoops a lot in the driveway though. Jacob lives with his mother next door, and apparently his mom had asked my mother if I could kind of keep an eye on him during the winter break. She didn't like leaving him alone, but didn't have much choice since she had to work all day, just like my parents. My mom had agreed that I could keep an eye on him, without consulting me of course. But I didn't really care. It's not like we had to hang out or anything, I was just supposed to keep an eye out for him if he needed anything. It was only Tuesday, the second day of our time off, and I was lying around the living room just watching TV, wearing nothing but my red sports shorts. It was shortly after noon, and there was a faint knock on the front door; so I went to see who it was. Looking out the peep hole, I could just see that it was Jacob the neighbor boy, so I opened the door. He was a cute kid with long silky brown hair and soft brown eyes. But right now, the poor kid was standing there on the verge of tears. He was soaking wet, shivering uncontrollably, and he looked totally miserable. "Geeze Jake, what's up?" I asked him. "I...I locked myself out of the house." He shivered, a tear rolling down his cheek. "I was out messing around and it started pouring, so I came home, but I forgot my key and... I tried for half an hour, but I co... (Shivering) couldn't get in, and... and..." But he started shivering so hard he could barely continue. I grabbed his arm and led him quickly inside, closing the door behind us. I felt really bad for him, he looked totally miserable. He'd been outside in the pouring rain, and it had been unusually cold the last few days. His wet hair was dark, and plastered across his forehead, and he was literally dripping water. "Dude, are you okay?" I asked, putting my arm around his shivering shoulders. "We have to get you warmed up! Get you into a warm shower or something." We were still standing in our entryway, so I told him to take off his wet shoes. Jake bent over, but his hands were shaking and cold, so he struggled to undo the soggy laces. "My fingers... I can't get this loose." He said in a shaky voice, and shivered. So I bent over to try and help him. "Here Jake, I'll get them. Sit down on the step." I told him. Jake sat on the bottom stair and I knelt down and managed to pull off his wet shoes, then peel off his dripping socks. I could feel how cold his feet were. "Come on." I told him, and I led him up stairs to my bedroom. "You gotta get out of this wet stuff." I have a bathroom connected to my bedroom, so we went in there and I turned the shower on. Jake stood there shivering, and I helped him pull his wet clinging shirt off over his head. I watched him as he tried to unbutton his Levi's, but his fingers were simply too numb. I moved his hands out of the way, undid the button, and then a little hesitantly I took hold of his zipper and pulled it down for him. I looked up at him, but he was way too cold to feel awkward about the situation, so I pulled his wet, clingy jeans down off his hips. Lifting his wet cold thigh, I pulled his bare feet out of the pants leg one at a time. He shivered, with his arms folded together on his chest. "Sorry about this..." I said, and taking hold of his underpants, I pulled them off him as well, leaving him naked. I stood up and gently ushered him into my shower. Jake stood under the warm water, letting it wash over and warm him. In the mean time, I gathered up his wet clothes and took everything downstairs to the laundry room, tossing everything into the dryer. Heading back upstairs, I went into the kitchen, and figuring he needed something warm inside him as well, I decided to heat up a cup of soup for a minute in the microwave, and when it was ready I took it upstairs into my bathroom. "You doing okay?" I called in through the shower door. "Yeah." Came a timid reply. "Thanks Kevin." "If you're warmed up a little, I have some soup here for you. I'll get you a fresh towel." I told him. And setting the soup on the bathroom counter, I went out into the hall and grabbed a new bath towel from the linen closet. I took it back into the bathroom where Jake had just turned off the water and slowly opened the sliding shower door. He stood there naked and seemed only slightly embarrassed, that I was looking at him. "Come on." I said, and I wrapped the towel over him as he stepped out. "Have some of the soup." I directed him. And while he sipped at it, I began to dry his back with the soft cotton towel. The younger boy seemed to really appreciate my help. He was still cold and he stood there as I briskly rubbed his back with my hands, trying to warm him further. He turned finally and looking up at me he still didn't seem all that shy about being naked. We had seen each other nude before, last year in the locker room of a local pool, so I suppose there was no real reason for him to feel uncomfortable. Like I said, Jake was a cute kid, and as he stood there, I took stock of his nice lean body. He wasn't circumcised, and his dick looked to be almost three inches long. His testicles hung fairly loosely below, in his smooth bare scroatum; and for whatever reason, I noticed that I rather enjoyed looking at him. As for me, at thirteen, my dick is about three and a half inches when soft. I'm cut, and have only a sparse growth of about a dozen soft brown pubes beginning to fill in above my dick, though still nothing on my balls yet. I'm about five feet, four inches tall, with dark brown hair, and hazel eyes. I'm pretty trim as well, since I'm into all sorts of sports and stuff, and I guess I'm kinda cute as well, with a very boylike face. Anyway, as we stood there I was probably a little too interested in Jake, since I felt my own boy parts tingle just a bit as I looked at him. I don't know if it was his nice body, his nakedness, or just his innocent nature, but either way I was feeling some physical arousal from him. I'd never really noticed him in that way before. I'm still firmly in the grips of puberty, and like most kids, this means quite a few unexplained feelings and urges randomly having their way with my youthful genitals, causing my dick to spring to life with no rhyme or reason whenever it chooses; usually without consulting me in any way. I guess I can't really say what my sexual preference is, I mean, I don't think I even know. Horny. Is that a preference? I mean, sometimes I'm attracted to girls, but I have to admit this isn't the first time I've felt the same feelings for a cute boy as well. Whatever it was, he was clearly exciting me now. I guess it was the total look of innocence on his face that made me smile. I looked at his nakedness once again; standing there with his arms clutched tightly to his chest like cold people do. His skin looked so smooth with the sheen of wetness and the beads of water rolling slowly down his bare torso. Jake took the towel from me now and continued to dry himself off. I told him that I had put his clothes in the dryer, and figured it would be about thirty minutes till they would be warm and dry enough to put on again. I figured he would need something to wear, so I went to my closet and pulled out my robe, and then took it in to him. "Here." I offered. "You can put this on till your clothes are dry. I don't think my clothes would fit you, or you could wear some of them. I may have some shorts if you want." Jake took the robe and pulled it on. "No umm, this is good enough I think. Thanks!" he said, and he looked at me. The look on his face turned soft, grateful. He put his hand softly on my arm. "Thanks for helping me like this Kev, I didn't know what else to do." "No problem Jake. So are you sure you're doing okay?" I asked him. Jake smiled and nodded at me. "Come on, I'll make us a sandwich or something." He followed me into the kitchen and stood at the counter while I pulled stuff out of the fridge to make us a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches. We grabbed some chips and soft drinks, then shuttled everything into the living room to eat, and watch TV. When we had finished, we just kind of sat on the couch together and talked about all kinds of boy stuff just getting to know each other better. I guess it seemed kind of funny that I hadn't really gotten to know him very well before this. I suppose it was just the age difference, because I was finding that I kinda' liked him. He was pretty cool, and we shared a lot of similar interests. When we finished off the potato chips, we just kind of sprawled out a little on the couch still talking and watching the TV. Jake pulled his feet up and began rubbing them. "Still cold?" I asked. And he nodded as I reached out and touched his cold foot. I could see the goose bumps on his legs, "Here, this will help..." I said, taking his bare foot in my hands and gently rubbed it between my palms to warm it up. He looked at me with a little smirk, then an appreciative smile, and then we heard the buzzer for the dryer; letting us know his clothes were dry. But rather than jump up for it, I took his other foot into my lap and began rubbing and warming it as well. Jacob watched me curiously, then closed his eyes for a moment. "Man," He sighed, as I continued rubbing his toes. "That actually feels really good." He looked at me quizzically. "It's really cool that you would do all this for me Kevin!" "Well I couldn't let you freeze to death." I joked. "Your mom would kill me..." "Yeah, well still... I don't think most kids our age would have done all this for me." He said. Then, after a pause, "I think it's really cool that you'd even rub my cold feet like that." "Ah, it's no big deal." I told him, shrugging. "My mom's a physical therapist at a sports clinic, so she knows all of that junk. Like how to give therapeutic massages and stuff. She's practiced enough on me that I guess I kinda' know how to do some of it. I actually kinda' like it when she gives me a back rub, it feels awesome. But I'd never tell her that of course." I laughed. Jake smiled and closed his eyes, still enjoying my warming foot rub. "I bet it feels really good. A back massage I mean." Jake remarked. "Yeah they do. Maybe I could give you one some time, if you wanted." I offered. "Really? That'd be cool if you could do that." He said thoughtfully. "So, you'd really do it sometime?" "Sure, no problem dude. We could do that sometime." I answered almost hopefully. I mean the truth was, I was more than enjoying rubbing his bare feet like this. In fact, I was enjoying it so much that I was starting to stiffen up a bit in my shorts, if you know what I mean. And with his foot still in my lap, I began to wonder if he was aware of it. That question seemed to be answered all of a sudden when I heard him giggle quietly to himself. Anyway, with his feet finally warm, we went down to pull his clothes out of the dryer; and as I took them out, Jake unembarrassedly slipped off my robe. I couldn't help but notice that now it was his young tool seemed a little bigger now, like maybe he had a partial stiffy or something, and he made little effort to hide it. I was curious what he was thinking about for him to start stimulated like that. I glanced down again as he began pulling on his underwear, intrigued by his foreskin. I was rather curious about it, since I'd never had a chance to really see any other boys who weren't cut. It was interesting, and I was finding that it was kind of exciting to me as well. I watched him as he closely as he pulled up his underwear and slipped into his tee shirt. He sat then, and pulled on his warm socks, finally standing to pull his jeans back on. Oddly, I felt slightly disappointed when he'd dressed. We went back upstairs after that and just hung out until we noticed that his mom had finally come home from work, and then I walked him to the front door. "Thanks again for helping me today Kev. I'd have been in deep shit without your help." "Like I said, no problem Jake." I smiled. "Yeah, well thanks anyway... I guess I better get home now. See ya later ok..." And with that he headed out. "Hey..." I called after him. "You wanna' come over tomorrow? It's still supposed to be shitty weather, so maybe we could hang out over here if you want." He turned and grinned at me. "Really? Sure that would be cool! Thanks Kevin." "Sure. My mom leaves for work about nine thirty. So come over anytime after that ok?" With that, Jake nodded and smiled warmly at me, then hurried off across to his driveway. When I went to bed that night, I couldn't help but think about Jake, and the time we had just spent together. Not only was he a pretty cool kid, but I kept thinking about his foreskin. Surprisingly, I was feeling rather attracted to him all of a sudden. Like most thirteen year olds, I usually jack off after going to bed. I have a few dirty magazines hidden in my room that I use to get off with, but tonight I was too busy thinking about the feel of Jakes soft skin to need the magazines. I suddenly wondered if he was old enough to jerk off. I even wondered what it might feel like to be uncircumcised. With my under shorts slid down around my thighs, I spent some time examining my soft slender penis. I slowly rubbed myself and began to bone up as I continued thinking about Jake, and that sleek little body of his. I was enjoying the usual masturbatory feelings of course, but I was so tired that I never got to finish the job, and ended up falling asleep that night, leaving my dick to go soft in my hand. * * * * * The following morning I woke up about eight thirty, and when I threw my covers off, I had to laugh since my shorts were still pulled down to mid thigh, the way they had been when I had fallen asleep. I reached down and took hold of my soft dick, determined to finish what I had started the night before. It didn't take long... After using my shorts to mop up the sticky mess on my stomach, I went in and took a shower, and then threw on a tee shirt, shorts and a pair of ankle socks. My mom was running a little late, but she still was cool enough to fix breakfast for me before she headed off to work. When I finished eating, I cleaned up the kitchen and then headed back to my bedroom. I turned on my laptop, and signed in to my iTunes account to download a song that I liked. I was sitting there listening to the music and kind of singing to myself when I heard the doorbell ring downstairs. By now, it was about quarter to ten and I remembered that Jake was coming over. I quickly hopped out of my chair and padded downstairs to answer the door. "Hey Kevin." Jake greeted me with a smile when I opened the front door. "Hi Jake." I grinned. I was surprisingly glad that he had come over. He came in and slipped his shoes off on the landing. "Come on up to my room. I'm just checking some stuff on iTunes." He followed me to my bedroom, and we sat around my computer while Jake checked out my music library. "Cool." Jake commented as he looked through my tunes. "I love most of these songs. Oh man, you like this one too? This one is one of my favorites." He told me as he pointed to a Cold Play song. "Do you have some of these on your iPod?" I asked. "Nuh-uh. I don't even have one of those." He shrugged. "Serious, no iPod? That sucks. Hey, hold on a sec." I told him. I went to my closet and starting digging through it, eventually finding the box I was looking for. I rummaged in the box till I found another small case. "Ah, here it is." I said as I turned thoughtfully to Jake. "Here dude, this is for you." His eyes went wide as he looked at the small box I had given him. "What? Wait, you're giving me this? Are you kidding?" "No, not kidding. I got one for Christmas, and the other one was from my birthday. Both my mom and my grandmother bought me an iPod. We never bothered to exchange it, and it's too late now, so, it's yours." Jake looked at me with big eyes, and a huge grin. I thought he was gonna cry or something, but he leaned over and put his arm around me in a half hug. "This is so cool!" he beamed. "Dude, these are expensive. Are you sure about this?" "Absolutely. It's just stuck in the closet. I'll never use it, so you take it." He was excited. "Come on, let's get it charged up and we can download some stuff on it." We spent about an hour and a half loading up the tunes he wanted. Jake was funny to watch, he was so excited about my gift. It actually made me feel really good to see him all happy like that. The rest of the morning we spent watching a DVD in the living room. It was still cold outside and since we have a gas fireplace, we turned it on so the room was warm and comfortable. We were just sitting there on the couch when Jake `accidentally' squeaked out a small fart that got both of us into a boylike giggling fit. I was able to break wind of my own, and we were both laughing so hard we were crying. We started goofing around, and next thing I knew we were wrestling around on the carpet, each of us playfully trying to fart on the other one. Stupid, I know, but boys will be boys, even if we were giggling like girls. It was a blast just messing around with him like that, and in the end we lay out on the floor breathing hard and kinda' laying in a loose tangle with each other, one of Jake's legs was resting across my belly. I felt really comfortable with him; like we had been friends for a long time. We were both wearing shorts, and his bare, hairless calf felt warm against my stomach. I rested my arm across his leg, and innocently held his foot in my hand. I couldn't help but notice again how smooth and soft his skin felt. After catching our breaths we decided we were hungry, so we went into the kitchen to make lunch. This time Jake helped me make up some Tuna sandwiches, and we sat at the kitchen counter eating and chattering away to each other. "So, what classes do you have this year?" I asked. He was two years behind me so I was curious if he had any of the same classes and teachers I had back then. "Ah, just the usual stuff; English, Science, and then third period I have Math. Then I have Social Studies. The new semester starts in a few weeks and I'm a little worried, `cause this semester we have P.E. and Sex Education." "Yeah! So why are you worried about that? P.E. is really fun. You get to play all kinds of sports and stuff." I told him. "Yeah, but... The thing is, we have to take showers after class." He told me. "Huh? You're not shy! You've showered in public lockers before, like at the pool dude!" I reminded him. "I know. It's not that." He blushed a little. "It's just... Well sometimes other kids make comments, you know. Because I'm not, you know, circumcised." "Hey, don't worry about that Jake. If anyone pokes fun at you, it's their problem, not yours. Besides, I saw you naked yesterday and...I think you look really nice!" I told him, then blushed a bit. He looked at me with a crooked, hopeful smile. "Really? Um, thanks." He responded, also a little embarrassed. "So, you're taking Sex Education too. What's wrong with that?" I pressed, and noticed him blush this time. He crinkled his nose a little, feeling awkward. "It's just... Embarrassing. I don't know anything about that stuff Kevin. Other kids know all those things, so I'll feel stupid." "Jake, most of the boys your age don't know anything about that stuff. They just act like they do so they can think their cool." "Yeah, but some have older brothers and stuff, so they do know some things." Jake said. "And I just don't want to get laughed at." I thought about it a second, then, "Come on, I have something that might help." I took him by his wrist. We walked back to my bedroom, and I had him sit on my bed while I went to my `secret hiding spot' and dug out my two dirty magazines. "Check these out..." I told him. We plopped down on our bellies, side by side on my bed, and I leaned the magazines against my pillow. Jake looked over at me and grinned slyly, then we began thumbing through the magazines. Jake clearly had never seen stuff like this before. I grinned as I watched the look of naughty excitement on his face. "Dude, dude, slow down." He kept saying, not wanting me to turn the pages so fast. His eyes were wide, and he touched the tip of his tongue to his lips. I noticed him discreetly reach underneath himself for an adjusting squeeze.' I grinned at him, amused by his reactions. Then, I had to reach down and make my own adjustment. But it wasn't the magazine that was getting me stiff, it was Jake. He started asking me questions. What's this, what's that, are they all this big... It was kind of funny, yet endearing at the same time. It was kinda' fun actually, lying there side by side like this, and with our lower legs touching each other, I was very much enjoying the contact of his skin against mine. We both had to reach down to make several boyhood adjustments. The first time we had been rather covert about it, but it was so obvious that neither of us made any effort to hide it after that. We both knew we were struggling with our erections. Jake and I spent quite a while looking through the magazines, and by the end of it I was feeling so horny that I wanted to jack off right then and there. I wished afterwards that I would have suggested it to Jake, because I would have loved to have seen his dick all boned up. But as the afternoon was growing old, I figured we had better wrap this up. For now! Jake was starting to ask other questions, wanting me to prepare him before his Sex Ed class started next week, but I figured we had time, and we could talk about it later. I hid the magazines, and made him promise that everything we looked at and talked about was just between him and me. He looked at me like, `Duh...' Of course he wasn't going to mention any of this. This was our secret, and actually it bonded us even more to have something like this shared between us. We spent the rest of our time in the living room near the fire, until once again his mom had come home and he had to go home. We agreed that he should come over again tomorrow, and it was clear that both of us were really looking forward to it. I spent the rest of the day doing some chores that my mom wanted done, and when my dad came home I went with him to the store to get some stuff for dinner. Later in the evening I stayed up in my room messing around on my computer till around ten, and then feeling a little tired I decided to hit the sack. After getting ready for bed I locked my bedroom door and hopped into bed stretching myself out to get comfortable. Feeling a little aroused, I pulled off my underwear and gave myself a little squeeze or two. I began thinking about the day, and smiled as I remembered the look on Jakes face when I gave him the iPod. He was a funny kid, and I had to laugh about his excitement and rapid fire questions as we had looked at the naughty magazines. Without even realizing it, I took hold of my soft dick and began squeezing and stroking it slowly. Thinking a little about the magazines, and surprisingly thinking even more about Jake. It didn't take long for my boyhood to stiffen, demanding to be serviced. So closing my eyes, I began deliberately working my boy tool, shifting my hips frequently from side to side. I fantasized about the pictures, and then remembered Jake reaching beneath himself and squeezing his own dick with his fingers. All the while I was rubbing my free hand across the inside of my thighs and gently caressing my testicles. I thought back again to the day before, picturing Jake naked in my shower, and imagined what it might be like if we really did jerk off together. I even imagined myself touching his soft dick and foreskin with my fingers. I was getting really jacked up now, and hiking one of my legs out to the side, I reached beneath my hip and began rubbing my fingers against the soft skin of my bottom, then slipping my fingers into the moist warmth between my cheeks; all the while continuing to finger my fully erect boyhood with my other hand. I began to jerk faster as those wonderful feelings started to tingle within my abdomen. My thighs began to tense, my mouth made several uncontrolled contortions. `Mmm, Jake...' I moaned softly to myself, fantasizing about him as the feelings became wonderfully intense. I fought off the first contraction, not allowing myself to squirt, holding it till the next spasm arrived, and then I let it go. Hot boy spunk pulsed from the end of my hose, only to spatter warmly onto my bare chest. A few more spurts rapidly followed as my orgasm charged through my young body like numbing bolts of electricity. I lay there breathing heavily for a minute, my heartbeat thumping in my chest; the last dribbles of ejaculate slowly oozing onto my fingers. I felt pleasantly drained as my warm penis slowly went soft in my sticky fingers. I lay there for a long moment, then hopped up and went into my bathroom to clean up. Milking the last drops of semen from my flaccid cock, I wiped it off with a tissue before cleaning the sticky mess from my chest and tummy. When I'd finished, I crawled back into bed and pulled the covers up over my still naked body. Stretching out again I couldn't help but to cup my soft dick in my hand as I drifted off into a sound sleep, and eventually a nice dream about Jake and me. * * * * * The next morning I slept in till a little after nine, and after stretching away my long night's slumber I hopped out of bed and grabbed a pair of yellow boxer briefs from the dresser. My mom had already gone to work, so since no one was home I just walked around in my underwear. I made myself some cereal and toast for breakfast, which I slathered up with blackberry jam and then chowed down. After cleaning up my dishes, I went back into the family room and turned on both the TV and the stereo. Yes, both of them. Because of course, you can never have too much stuff going on at the same time. I began singing and playfully dancing around to my music, just sort of goofing off. I know most of the latest hip hop dance moves, and it's just kinda' fun dancing around like an idiot in your underwear. I don't take myself seriously or anything, and it's just fun to do shit like that when no one's watching and you can pretend you're a pop star or something. After awhile the door bell rang and I figured it might be Jake, but since I was in my undies I peeked out the window just to be sure it was him. It was, so I went down and opened the door for him. As he came in he looked at me and grinned. "You didn't have to get dressed up just for me..." He laughed. "Cute." I grinned. "Now get in here so I can shut the door. It's friggen cold out there." "Well, next time maybe you should answer the door in your `Thermal' underwear..." he teased as he slipped his shoes off. We went back upstairs, and with one of my favorite songs still blaring from the stereo, I looked at Jake and bounced into a few hip hop steps just to be funny. Jake laughed, and then to my surprise he launched into several moves of his own. I stopped dancing and smiled; the little guy could really dance. We spent about half an hour showing each other which dance moves we knew. It was a hoot, and we both laughed as we gyrated our hips, and grabbed our crotches like Michael Jackson, or Bieber. All of this was made even more humorous by me still wearing only my boxer briefs. After a while we went back to my room and I slipped into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. We had decided to grab our bikes and ride up to the Wal Mart, to buy some goodies to munch on while we watched DVDs. It wasn't raining, just cold, so when we went over to Jake's house to get his bike, he also grabbed his jacket. I suppose it must seem kind of strange, both of us wearing our jackets, yet wearing board shorts at the same time, but that's what kids do. We're just young enough that we're supposed to do dumb things, right...? "Hey... I just remembered. Since you hooked us up with lunch the last two days, my mom wants us to take some lasagna and French bread from my house for lunch today. So remind me to grab that when we get back." Jake directed. "Oh... Sure, that's cool." I answered. Jake quickly showed me his bedroom and stuff, and when we'd finished, we rode up to the store to get our goodies and spend some time looking around a little. Finally we bought our stuff and decided to head back home. When we got back, Jake dumped his bike in his garage and went in to get the lunch his mom had saved for us. We took it back over to my house and stuffed it all in the fridge for later. Then we stripped off our shoes and socks to get comfortable. I'm usually barefoot, I just kinda' prefer it that way, and Jake seemed quite comfortable to join in. Finally we settled in to watch a movie. I turned on the gas fireplace again to keep us toasty, and with our snacks in hand we sprawled out comfortably on the couch. It was nice just sitting all cozy like that for an hour and a half while watched the movie. "So..." Jake said when the movie had finished. "You think maybe we could... Maybe look at those magazines again? I kinda wanted to ask you some more stuff." he requested hopefully. I smiled at him. "I was hoping you were going to ask that!" I told him. "Come on." We hopped up off the couch and went back up to my bedroom where I pulled out the naughty magazines, and we sat on my bed with pillows propped up under us. Jake grinned sheepishly as we started looking through the magazines. It only took a few minutes before I noticed he was fingering his crotch again, squeezing his apparently growing boy part. "Feels good to do that doesn't it? I asked him, gesturing to his hand, still fingering himself. He looked over at me blushed, not really aware that he'd been doing it so openly. I smiled reassuringly and reached down to tweak my own crotch, making it quite obvious that I was doing the same thing. "Yeah..." he grinned slyly, as he watched me slide my palm over my growing bulge. "It does feel good to rub it, doesn't it!" "So, how often do you beat your meat?" I asked him boldly. "Huh?" he looked quizzically at me, but with a knowing smile on his face. "You know... Beat your meat. Jerk off, pound your pud, spank your monkey... You know, masturbate..." I grinned at him. "Uh, oh." He responded shyly, blushing again at my question. "I was gonna ask you about that too. You know, like how you really do it and stuff. I mean, I..." he hesitated, embarrassed. "Dude!" I grinned at him, and put my arm around his shoulders. "Are we friends or what?" "Yes." Jake answered glancing at me. "Yeah we are," I said, "so you don't have to be shy or embarrassed around me. We can talk about anything you want. You can ask me anything, and I'll tell you the truth. Or, even show you!" I assured him somewhat suggestively. He looked at me to be sure I was being sincere. "So, have you ever tried it?" I wondered. "Well... Sometimes I rub myself a little, when I get a...boner. But I don't know if I'm doing it right. And some kids talk about coming. I think that's when stuff comes out right...but I've never done that. Have you?" "Totally! All boys do that stuff. It's called cumming. It's when you shoot your sperm. I'm not sure if you can do that yet, `cause you're only eleven." "Eleven and a half!" he corrected quickly, a slight look of disappointment on his face. "Hey, I don't know, maybe you can squirt. Everyone matures differently, but you can still have an orgasm regardless; it's kind of the same thing, but without the mess." I laughed, but Jake wasn't quite sure what I meant. "Well? So, how do you `really' do it?" he asked. "I could teach you if want me to!" I suggested. Jake looked down thoughtfully at the bulge in his shorts. "Yeah, I guess, please." He said innocently, but with a shy embarrassed grin. "Well... You want me to, like, tell you, or...or show you?" I asked almost hopefully. He looked at me considering what I'd said, then he nodded shyly. "Okay then!" I handed him the nudie magazine and looked at him again, then, suddenly feeling a bit shy myself, I slowly undid my shorts and slid them down my thighs. His eyes were wide in surprised anticipation, as I slipped my boxer briefs down my legs. He looked at my partially stiff penis, then looked up at me, and then back down again at my still stiffening boyhood. "Come on." I said, nodding toward his shorts. "Pull yours down too." He looked up at me again, timidly. I smiled reassuringly at him, and he looked down at his own board shorts. He began fumbling with the button, finally undoing it. He unzipped the fly, then looked back at me once again. Taking a breath, he slipped both his shorts and underwear down his hips to his knees. We both looked back and forth at each other's penises, comparing them curiously. "Wow..." I said quietly. "What?" he asked a little nervously. "What...?" "Nothing dude." I chuckled. "Yours looks really cool when it's stiff, that's all." "Really...?" he smiled. "Thanks, yours too..." he said, as we looked at each others now erect penises. "You've got some pubes huh!" Jake said, as he leaned in for a little closer look at my sparse little offering of a dozen or so short brown sprouts. "Yeah, just a few. You...you can check em out if you want?" I offered hopefully. Jake looked up at me and smiled. Then he reached out timidly and brushed his fingertip over my pubes. "Wow, they're really soft." He said, and with his other hand, he rubbed his finger over his own pubic mound. "I don't have any yet." "Not for awhile." I told him. "I just started getting `em a few months ago." I looked over at him, then reached out and slid my finger tip across his bare skin just above his penis. It felt so silky smooth, and since his boner was sticking up and pressing firmly against his pubic mound, I boldly ran my finger across it as well. Jake shivered, then giggled, as his penis jerked when I touched it. "I think your foreskin is cool." I told him. "Can I touch it?" He looked up at me again, then down at his own dick. "I guess." He said timidly. He watched as I touched my finger to his soft spongy foreskin. I wiggled it around a little, and then lightly pinched it between my thumb and forefinger. It felt totally awesome. It was warm and kind of squishy, and I could feel my own dick twitch a bit. I still had a hold of his dick, and totally curious now, I slid his foreskin down a little, exposing the plum colored head of his young boy cock. "Whoa... That looks so cool." I grinned. He smiled, pleased at the compliment. "Will you show me how to jerk...I mean, beat my meat?" Jake asked, poking fun at what I had called it earlier. I laughed, and then took my hardon into my fingers. I began stroking myself slowly. "Some boys wrap their fist around it, like this..." I showed him, jerking it slowly in my fist. "Some guys do it with their fingers." I changed my grip, holding my boner between my thumb and three fingertips. "This is how I do it. It feels way better this way." I began slowly jerking myself off again, and Jake watched intently, very intrigued. "You can do it either way, but when you do it with your fingers you have more control." Jake had taken hold of his youthful erection, and tried it both ways. "I like the way you do it." He told me, as he continued jacking himself. "Oh," I said, "Here's something else I like to do. While you jerk off you can take your forefinger (I demonstrated) and wiggle your fingertip around just under the head of your dick. That way you can really work yourself up and get the `good' feelings going?" He shifted his dick in his fingers and tried what I had told him. I began flipping through the dirty magazine while we jerked off, but to be honest I was far more focused on watching Jacob's penis as we continued stroking ourselves. It was awesome watching another boy jerk off right next to you. After a time I thought I noticed a bit of wetness on the exposed tip of his glans, and without asking I reached over and swiped my finger over his knob. Jake winced with delight at the contact, and I felt him shiver once again. Our bare feet were touching lightly as well, and I intentionally rubbed my toes softly against his. It felt really nice, and he seemed to like the feeling too, because he started stroking his toes on my foot as well. He smiled over at me, obviously enjoying this whole learning experience. "You're dripping..." Jake noted suddenly, looking at my dick. "Is that...Sperm?" he wondered. I shook my head. "That's precum." I offered. "I guess it's called semen. You get it after you've been jerking for a while, when you're building up toward orgasm." Jake looked from my dick to his own, then rubbed his finger over the tip of his own knob, checking. "Is it kinda' sticky?" he asked, looking at the slight wetness on his fingertip. "Yeah." I confirmed, and reached over again to slide my finger over his swollen purplish knob. "Yeah, I think you leaked a little precum too." Jacob beamed a big grin at me and we continued stroking ourselves. "It's starting to feel funny!" he told me after about five minutes. "Good. Keep doing it dude. Speed up a little, and really work your forefinger on it." He did just as I told him, and I noticed his legs begin to twitch a little. I looked at his face, and he was making interesting expressions with his mouth. "Something's happening." He muttered, squirming around a little. "I think I have to pee or something. I've never rubbed it this long before." "No it's not pee dude, it's better than that. Keep going Jake, faster..." I urged him. Jake kept jacking it, making odd involuntary contortions. I could tell he was getting there, and it was really exciting to watch. His legs were twitching more, and his foot was pressed firmly against mine now, with his toes curling, and clenching. He put his head back and I heard him moan. I kept stroking my own dick, but I was totally enjoying watching him work himself. I reached out my other hand and laid it softly on his smooth bare thigh, gently rubbing the soft inside of his leg. I let my hand brush up against his warm balls, and I heard him moaning louder now as his hips wriggled around on the bed. "Kev... I think... Ah, Uhhhh, ahhhhhh... Oh shit, it feels... Ahh, ahh..." "Don't stop..." I told him. I watched his stomach tense, and draw inward, his foot pressed tightly against mine, and I saw his testicles draw up tight against him. "OH... Ohhhh shit..." He moaned and his lean body went rigid. I watched as his dick began to spasm in his fingers, again, and again as he moaned pleasurably. A drop or two of clear fluid dribbled from his tip, and then he kinda' went limp. He was breathing hard and a very contented moan escaped his lips. I kept jerking my own tool, totally turned on by what I had just watched. The magazine had long since been abandoned; Jacob's nearly dry orgasm was far more stimulating than any stupid magazine. My feelings were building up now. "Watch Jake... I'll show you what cumming is." I groaned and began stroking faster. Jake leaned in closely to watch, his warm hand resting on my bare hip. Like Jake, I began to twitch, and moan as the feelings churned inside of me. "Here it comes." I grunted, pulling my tee shirt up under my chin. "Uhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh..." My balls drew up tight and the rest of my body seized in the grips of youthful climax. A huge rope of jizz spurted from me. Then another in rapid fire, pulses of creamy white boy sauce. It spurted forcefully up onto my chest and belly. My eyes were squeezed shut, or I would have seen Jakes eyes open wide in amazed excitement. "Awesome..." I heard him say as I fell back drained, weak, and breathing heavily. Jake looked closely, studying the puddles of sperm clinging to my chest and stomach. "Wow..." he whispered as he turned his attention back to his own semi stiff dick. Holding it between his fingers, he peeled back his foreskin to expose the moist purple mushroom tip again. Jake spread open his piss slit, and examined the glistening residue that he found there. "Is this precum, or sperm?" he asked hopefully. It took a moment, but I had recovered enough to look over at him, and happily slid my finger across the tip of his penis again, wiping off the small amount of wetness from his knob. I rubbed it between my fingertips. "It's not really sperm." I told him, and watched him frown. "But it's really, really close. I bet it's a mix of precum and cum." Jake looked at me hopefully so I explained the difference again between sperm and semen. He hung on my every word, and looked again at the sticky mess on my chest. I finally grabbed some tissues from my night stand, and cleaned myself up. When I milked my dick, to squeeze the last few drops out of it, I was very surprised when Jake touched his fingertip into it, and rubbed it curiously between his finger and thumb. He even put his hand up to his face and sniffed at it. After a few minutes recovery we pulled our shorts back up, and I stashed the magazines. We sat there for a little while, enjoying the endorphin rush we had just experienced. Finally I got up and flushed the cum filled tissues. This had been awesome... Just being with, and watching someone else like that... Whoa... After awhile we decided we were hungry, and made our way into the kitchen to heat up the lasagna that Jake's mom had made for us. We sat at the counter as we ate, (it was excellent lasagna by the way) and Jake had a few more excited questions about his body, and other sex type stuff. I answered everything as best I could. I told him there was a bunch of other stuff that I could probably teach him next time if he wanted, and we decided right then that he would come over again tomorrow for another `lesson'. When we finished cleaning up or dishes, we went back to the family room to watch another movie. This time though, when we hopped up onto the couch, we weren't sprawled all over the length of it. This time Jake intentionally snuggled up against me, and we pulled a little blanket over us. It was cool; we were so comfortable with each other now. Of all things, jerking off together had bonded our friendship in an intimate way. I don't know about Jake, but as for me, I was really enjoying the warmth of his body now leaned up against mine. We pretty much watched the whole movie that way and whether he realized it or not, Jake was innocently rubbing his bare foot against mine. We finished up the afternoon by playing some X-Box until it was time for him to go home, and I was actually disappointed when he had to leave. Jake was a neat kid, and I really wished we had hung out a lot more before this. As he was leaving, Jake sat on the steps near the front door pulling his socks and shoes back on. "So you wanna' come over around ten tomorrow?" I asked. "Sure, that's cool." He stood up and looked at me. "Thanks Kev. That was some fun stuff you showed me today. Some really, really fun stuff." He laughed. "Yeah, well, practice makes perfect..." I told him. "So have fun practicing... See ya tomorrow... * * * * * On Thursdays, they have an open swim at the indoor community pool. So when Jake came over the next morning, I asked if he might want to go swimming. He liked the idea, so we called his mom, and then mine to make sure it was ok to go. Early swim starts at eleven, so we quickly gathered up our stuff and rode our bikes down to the Rec-Center. There weren't a lot of people there today, which was cool. The locker room was pretty empty and we grabbed a locker down at the end and began changing into our swim suits. I couldn't help but watch Jake as he stripped down. His eye caught mine, then he peeked down at my dick, and a big grin crossed his face. "You gonna' teach me some more stuff when we get home?" he asked slyly. "Maybe..." I teased. "If you're `UP' for it..." But Jake didn't get my little joke. I had to laugh to myself, I loved his innocent nature. After we had our suits on, we snagged our towels and went out through the hall to the pool deck. The air was fairly cool in the pool area, and I hoped the water would be warm enough to feel good. "I hope the waters warm." Jake said. He went over to dip his toes into the pool to check. As he stuck his foot in the water, I `accidentally' bumped him, causing him to fall forward with a big splash into the pool. "Hey..." He came up grinning and wiping water out of his eyes. "What? I was trying to give you a hand." I laughed. "So how's the water?" Jake answered by scooping a handful of water and splashing me. I grinned as I dove into the pool alongside him. We splashed each other for a minute or two, and then wrestled a bit as we dunked each other. Jake jumped on my back and wrapped his arms and legs around me. "Ride me around." He told me. "You get to be my horse." "Oh, I `GET' to be your horse huh?! Lucky me." But in truth, it felt good having his nearly naked body wrapped around me like that. He clung tightly to me as I moved around the pool, occasionally trying to `buck' him off. I'd spin one way, and then twist the other way rapidly trying to spill him. We swam around for awhile and played with their foam skim boards. We were jumping from the edge of the pool onto them, seeing how far we could surf. That is, until the life guard gave us the `settle down boys' look. But we had a good time anyway. At the end of the session, we grabbed our towels and went back into the locker room. Jake followed me into the showers and we began washing the chlorine off. I decided to strip off my swim suit, and as I had expected, Jake finally did likewise. We talked and laughed while we showered, and then whispered to each other when some older guy came in to the shower area on the other side from us. He was kind of a fat guy, and we giggled unkindly to ourselves at how gross he looked. When we finished up, we made our way back to our locker to dry off and get dressed. I enjoyed looking at his naked body, and Jake, well he took more than a few extended looks at me as well. Just as we finished, Jake looked around mysteriously, and then started laughing as he ripped out a loud fart. That got me laughing hysterically, and we quickly grabbed our towels and wet swimsuits and got the heck out of there. We were still laughing as we went outside into the cold weather, unlocked our bikes and with wet hair, started the ride home. It took about ten minutes to ride to my house, and when we got back there, we put our bikes away, and quickly headed inside where it was warmer. "Kev, are you getting hungry, cause I am...?! Jake prompted. "I was just thinkin' the same thing. We've got some junk in the fridge I think." So we went into the kitchen to rummage around a bit. I opened the freezer and found some mini pizzas. "Yeah, these look good..." "Cool by me." Jake answered. We put a couple of them in the microwave and grabbed a few cans of soda. When the Pizza's were done, we took our stuff out to the family room, and sat near the warm fireplace again to eat and watch a little TV. Jake's actually a funny kid, and he made me laugh while we ate our pizza. When we had finished eating we just sprawled out on the floor with a bunch of throw pillows that we had gathered from the couch. It was kinda fun just relaxing there, watching the tube with the warmth of the fireplace making it feel all cozy. "Hey," Jake looked over at me as he sat up. "Remember the other day, you said you'd give me a backrub sometime? Well...?" he said suggestively. "Sure, I could do that, I guess." Actually I'd been wondering how to suggest it myself, and I was glad that he brought it up. "So, you want like a regular back rub? Or... A super deluxe, special, really, really good back rub?" I looked questioningly at him and smiled mischievously. "Ok, what's the super duper really special back rub?" he laughed. "Well with that one you get my `magic' fingers, like, all over..." I replied cryptically. "Hmm... I'm not sure exactly what that means." Jake said. "But I want that one!" "Good choice bro. Okay, so take your stuff off, and get comfortable." He looked over at me with a small questioning smile. Then he pointed to his shirt. "Should I take this off?" he asked. I nodded at him, and he pulled his tee shirt up over his head. Then he pointed to his cargo shorts. "These too?" he asked me. "It's up to you dude. It would be more fun that way, I think." Jake grinned at me, and with out any hesitation he slipped out of his Dockers. He looked at me curiously, and I just smiled and shrugged at him. He hesitated a moment, and then lay down on his stomach near the fire. I straddled Jake, and kneeling down I settled in sitting lightly across his butt, then put my hands softly on his upper back. I began a slow massage, rubbing firmly all over his back for several minutes; slowly working my way down to his slim waist. From the little cooing sounds he was making, I gathered he was enjoying it. I know I was. Jake's head was resting on his hands with a very contented look on his face. I took hold of the waistband on his underwear and pulled them down a little, exposing several inches of soft pale skin on his upper butt. He glanced back at me, as if wondering what I was up to, but I began firmly rubbing his lower back and he settled his head on his hands again. I was totally enjoying the feel of him in my hands. And with the soft, pleasurable sounds he was making, I decided I really wanted to make it feel extra special for him by stepping it up a little. "Hang on a second." I told him as I stood up. I went back and got a beach towel from the linen closet and grabbed a bottle of baby oil from my mom's bathroom. I took the towel to Jake and told him to spread it out on the floor, and get comfortable. Then I took the oil to the kitchen and warmed it up in the microwave. When it was ready I went back out to the living room and put it down near Jake. He looked at me with a somewhat amused yet curious look. "What's that for?" he asked. "Hey, you said you wanted the `super deluxe' rubdown. Well this is the best part of it dude. Lay down. And you may want to take your undies off so they don't get all oily." He hesitated momentarily, looking at me, but then he seemed to like the idea, and he slid his underwear down, and then stepped out of them then lay down on his stomach again. I pulled off my own tee shirt and board shorts and knelt down sitting across his bare ass this time. Now this felt much better. I squeezed some of the warm baby oil onto his shoulder blades, and began rubbing the warm slippery lotion into the firm contours of his youthful back. I could totally tell that he was enjoying this because it didn't take long before I heard the soft pleasant moans he was making. I worked my way slowly down his back, kneading his muscles with my hands, like I had learned to do. Then, with deliberate care I poured more of the warm oil onto his butt. He squirmed a little as it trickled down into his crack, and feeling a little excited I began to rub and knead his firmly rounded butt cheeks. Eventually I boldly slid my fingers into his warm boy crease. I felt him jump a little as my oily fingers slipped deeper and ran across his pink boy pucker. His butt cheeks tensed impulsively for a moment, but they quickly relaxed accepting my soft touch. "Ohhhh, man..." he squirmed and sighed heavily. "Shit that actually feels really good." He spread his legs apart just a bit, so I could reach between them, and rub the oil on the soft spot between his scroatum and anus. His legs were relaxed as I rubbed between his soft thighs. But it didn't just feel good to him though; I was totally excited by the feel of his smooth buttocks, and when my fingers slid over his tender boyhole again, I became aware of my own growing erection. Shit this was so awesome, and I slowly continued on down his beautiful firm legs. I took extra time when I reached his bare feet. They looked so nice, and it felt wonderful holding them in my hands and rubbing his soft warm soles with my thumbs. I loved fondling his little toes as I worked the oil into them. Jake was purring with pleasure; or maybe that was me. "Roll over." I told him after many minutes. "I'll do your front now." Jake rolled onto his hip. He hesitated almost shyly a moment and then shifted himself to lie on his back. I was greeted with the sight of his youthful penis, fully erect and pressed firmly against his pubic mound. He looked at me kind of timidly, perhaps deciding if he was feeling embarrassed. He could tell right away though that it was ok, because he noticed right away that I was also pitching a tent in my underwear. He grinned then, and he surprised me when he reached out to give my hardon a quick squeeze through my shorts. "Kev... You too?!" he smiled. "Are you kidding me?" I told him. "This feels so good, how could I not bone up?" I grinned, when I saw his face light up. "You should take yours off too." Jake told me, indicating my underwear. "So you don't get baby oil on them." I smiled boyishly and standing up quickly I peeled off my under shorts, freeing my erect boyhood and letting my balls hang loosely in the open air. I sat back down on him, my naked skin against his. If I hadn't been hard already, that certainly would have done it. This was like nothing I'd ever felt before. And it felt awesome... Jake was lying on his back on the towel, and I poured some more oil onto his lean boylike torso, watching intently as it rolled down his chest into the soft curves of his flat belly, pooling into the indent of his navel. I lay my hands on his chest and stroked him, rubbing my fingers gently over his chest and pebble-like nipples, feeling the smooth taut curve of every muscle. I had scooted down so that I was sitting across his upper thighs, my soft boy sac was actually nestled cozily against his. The feel of our bare warm skin in contact with one another was pleasurable beyond description. I think both of us knew at that point that this was more than just a body rub. As I continued massaging him, Jake watched me intently with a soft boyish smile on his lips. He was enjoying this as much as I was. I continued rubbing the baby oil into his skin, and I looked at him intently when I had reached his lower abdomen. Rubbing the oil onto his smooth, bare pubic mound, I could feel my own excitement build when my fingers bumped his very stiff prick, which was still firmly pressed there. I looked him in the eyes and raised my eyebrows, wondering if he wanted me to continue the massage, including his youthful boyshaft. "Well?" I asked. "Should I get your `good' parts?" I laughed. "You said this was the supposed to be the super deluxe massage! So...Yeah." Jake told me. Exactly what I had hoped he would say. I looked at his sweet dick, then reached out and took hold of it. I gave it a squeeze, and then rubbed his warm boy meat with my oily hand. Jake closed his eyes and rolled his head back, enjoying my firm, yet tender grip. I began massaging, (oh hell, let's be honest) I began jerking him off. His oily prick slid smoothly through my fingers. I worked him with one hand, and with my other greasy fingers I began gently rubbing his ball sac. Jake squirmed beneath me, totally engrossed with the stimulation of his genitals. I shifted my position, so I could spread his legs and kneel between them. This way I was able not only to tenderly rub his testicles, but also reach under him, gently stroking the soft area between his scroatum and anus again. He moaned with pleasure. With my left hand I continued to play with his young penis. With my right, I began to finger his sphincter. Softly rubbing my oily fingertip around, and over it. With my own sense of wonder peaked, I tenderly probed his pink boy grommet, pushing gently against it. "Uhhhhh..." He began to moan excitedly. "Kev, that's so friggin' awesome..." He panted. I swallowed contentedly, closing my own eyes. This was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced, and my own dick twitched, spilling a drop of precum that had formed on my glans. I continued stroking Jake's cock, pulling his foreskin up and down over its purple head. Holy shit, this was turning me on so bad... I started to fantasize about doing some other things with Jake, but I didn't know if he'd be game for some serious boy sex play, so I decided just to enjoy the moment. I pulled my fingers away from between his cheeks, and lifted them toward my nose, where I breathed in his soft erotic boy scent that lingered on my fingertips. I was a bit worked up now, and not able to resist, I reached down and took my own dick into my hand, stroking it vigorously. Jake continued to squirm as well. He moaned as my other hand worked his boyhood. He rested his hands flat on my thighs, squeezing them as he was starting to feel the buildup of his own pleasure. I could feel his thighs bang against my legs when he twitched excitedly, still building toward his inevitable boy orgasm. "Ohhh... Oh shit Kev..." He gasped. His hips lifted off the floor, as if trying to feed his dick further into my hand. "Uhh, uhh... Uhh..." He grunted. I opened my eyes in time to see his smooth young balls suck up tight against him. His body went taut against me and his hands squeezed my thighs powerfully. It was his time... It was so cool to feel his penis writhe in my fingers as it pulsed in spirited orgasm. It convulsed dryly, yet there was clearly a little gleam of moisture now seeping from his glans, and with one final and greatly contented moan, he went limp around me. I stopped stroking him and ran my finger over the tip of his spent penis. He jerked, and I could feel a tremble course through Jakes body. He lay there eyes closed, his chest heaving. It was so damn erotic... I kept jacking myself off, totally worked up now. The stirrings were there, drops of precum drooled down the head of my dick, and the tingles and twitches were taking me. Jake had opened his eyes, and he watched with excitement as I reached my climax. "Here it comes..." I groaned, and with a deep sigh my dick ejected its hot seed, spitting my jizz onto Jakes naked body. The first pulse of it splattered onto his cheek and neck, the next ones shot over his chest and stomach. After what felt like half a dozen glorious squirts, I was spent, trembling, and could barley move. I knelt there, wobbling for a minute; enjoying the moment, as my boy boner started droop down. Jake hand's were absently stroking my thighs, and he totally surprised me again when he reached out, and holding his own dick in one hand, he took my softening tool with his other, and he tenderly rubbed the two sensitive tips together. Sperm dripped from mine as he squeezed it, and its sticky wetness slathered across the head of Jake's warm penis. "There!" he said. "Now I `came' too..." The sensation of our warm gooey boy parts rubbing together was one of those feelings I will never forget. Jake giggled at the feeling, and he looked at me with a huge boyish grin on his face. Finally I managed to lay down on my side alongside him, with my hand resting on his belly. We lay there naked, just resting and recovering together for a number of minutes. Finally I noticed the time, and figured we had better get cleaned up. It wouldn't be long before Jake would have to go home, and I knew my mom would be home in about an hour as well. I got slowly to my feet and reached out to take Jake's hand and pull him up. We gathered up everything and went back to my bedroom. "We should hop in the shower to get this baby oil off, yes?" "Ok cool..." Jake nodded at me. I started the shower and we climbed in together, with Jake in front. We started soaping ourselves up, chattering about how amazing that had all felt. Quite innocently I began washing the baby oil off of his back without even being asked. And though I had no sexual thoughts when I started, I did begin to bone up again as I ran my soapy hands over his warm backside. When I got to his butt, Jake actually stooped over a little to let me wash out his ass crack. The whole thing turned out to be a fantastic moment, and almost lovingly we helped each other wash each other, simply enjoying the intimate feeling of our touch, and growing friendship. After our shower we dried off and got dressed, then spent the last of our time downloading a few more songs onto our iPods. It had been an amazing day, and both Jake and I were sorry to see it come to an end. When his mom got home from work, we reluctantly said our goodbyes and Jake turned and actually gave me a brief little hug before heading out the door. Ordinarily I might have felt embarrassed and uncomfortable with such a thing, but right now, I was touched that Jake felt connected to me like that. I watched him jog across the yard, into his own driveway, and then disappear into his house, wondering all the while what tomorrow would bring. * * * * * That evening my dad took us out to dinner; mom didn't feel like cooking. We stopped at the grocery store on the way back so they could pick up a few things, but I wasn't excited about wandering around in the grocery store, so I stayed out in our SUV and listened to tunes on my Ipod. They didn't take too long though, and soon we were back at home. Later that evening my mom asked where her bottle of baby oil had gone. Yikes! I went to retrieve it from my bathroom, and had to make up a story about how swimming had dried out my skin, so I had borrowed it. Sounded reasonable enough, but it made me smile as I thought back to the real purpose for it. When I went to bed that night, I didn't even give a thought to jacking off. Nothing could possibly feel as good as what Jake and I had done together earlier in the day. Never the less I slipped my hand down into my underwear and held onto my soft member with my fingers as I drifted off to sleep thinking back on the fun that we had. I woke up about eight thirty the next morning and I could hear my mom rustling around in the kitchen. I got dressed and went down to grab a bowl of cereal, but she had already cooked breakfast for me, so I wolfed that down instead, while she got ready for work. At nine thirty she left for work, and I gave her a hug at the door (I didn't do that very often) and she seemed happy about my little show of affection. Around ten I looked out the window to see if Jake was on his way over. His mom's car was gone, so I figured he'd be here shortly. In the mean time I turned on my laptop and began poking around the web a bit. After awhile the phone rang; it was Jake. "Jake, what's up bro? You're coming over aren't you?" "I don't think so Kev. I'm not feeling all that good." He said softly. "Huh...? Your mom's gone though; she isn't staying home to take care of you?" I asked him. "Nah... I didn't tell her I was sick. It's hard for her to miss work." Jake told me. "Wow. I'm sorry dude, that sucks. Are you like throwing up and stuff?" "No. It's not that bad. I just feel kinda crummy is all. Maybe I caught cold or something when we rode home from the pool yesterday with wet hair." He guessed. "Hmm, I don't know Jake. Hey, you want me to come over? I'll sit with you if you want. We can just hang out and stuff." "Well, if you want... I'm just lying around in bed though." He said quietly. "I'm gonna come over then bud, for a little while anyway. Is your door unlocked?" "I dunno. I'll let you in; just ring the doorbell, kay!" We hung up, and I shut off my computer. I was only wearing sport shorts and a tee, but I figured that was ok, and headed out the door and cut across the yard to next door, and rang their doorbell. Jake opened the door. He was standing there in his underwear with a blanket wrapped around him. He was lacking his usual smile, and I felt bad for him. "Hi..." he said with little enthusiasm. "Awe... Come on, you need to rest." I went back to his bedroom with him, and taking his blanket off his shoulders, he crawled back into his bed. I pulled his covers up around him, and just like my mom might do, I felt his forehead. He wasn't warm, so at least he didn't have a fever. "Have you taken anything yet? Aspirin, or like cold medicine or anything?" I asked. Jake shook his head no. His eyes were kind of droopy, and I gave him a little smile as I left the room. Walking into their bathroom I looked through the medicine cabinet, but I didn't see anything but Tylenol. I told Jake to hold on a minute, and I'd be right back, then I ran back over to my house and grabbed up some Nyquil cold capsules from our bathroom and a bottle of Welches Grape Juice from our fridge, then took it all back over to Jakes house. I poured him a glass of juice, and took it into his bedroom. He smiled slightly at me. "Here, drink this juice. And this is some cold medicine that should help a little. The label says its okay for people twelve and older. But, your close, so I don't think it will kill you." I laughed, and Jake managed another smile. He took the Nyquil and washed it down with the grape juice, which he really seemed to like. Then he smiled softly at me. "Thanks Kevin. This is cool of you to do this for me." "No biggie..." I told him. When he finished the juice, I took the glass, and helped him settle in. We turned on the small TV that he had in his room, and I sat on the edge of his bed. He looked at me, and then pulled the covers down a little. "Come on, climb in here, I'm cold." He said. I smiled at him. Since I'd already taken off my shoes I crawled over him and slid down under the covers along side him. Jake snuggled up against me as we settled in to watch TV. After awhile he rolled toward me with his eyes closed and he nestled in with his head tucked into my neck and chest. I glanced down at him and could tell that he had already dozed off. I lay there quietly content in the moment. This felt so wonderful, peacefully lying with each other. I put my arm around him as he dozed, sharing the warmth of my body with him. Closing my eyes it didn't take long and rather unexpectedly I had nodded off as well. About an hour later I woke from my little slumber. I opened my eyes to see Jake looking at me with a sweet look on his face. He was still snuggled in against me, and he smiled tenderly at me. "Thanks." He said very quietly. Then shifting his position, he raised his head, leaned close and gently kissed me on the cheek. It was such a tender moment with Jake showing his appreciation like that, hell I thought I might cry. We spent the rest of the day together just lounging around, watching TV and resting. At one point I got up made lunch for both of us, and had him take a few more of the Nyquil capsules. The time passed peacefully and Jake was feeling much better by the end of the day and he was able to get dressed before his mom got home. She came home at the usual time, and she was pleased that Jake and I had bonded the way we had. She invited me to stay for dinner, so I called my mom to get the okay. I spent the rest of the evening over there. We had a nice dinner, and then we played several board games (yes, with his mom) before Jake and I went back to his room. We hung out there for a while, but since it was getting late, I figured it was time for me to go home. Jake was feeling pretty good by then anyway, and we talked about maybe having him spend the night at my house on Saturday. We decided we could talk about that tomorrow, and Jake walked me out to the front door. "Thanks again for sticking around here today." Jake said. "Hey, it's no fun being sick by yourself." I told him. "I'm glad you're feeling better now. I guess we'll talk tomorrow ok." Jake nodded and then he stepped forward and gave me another genuine hug. I looked back over his shoulder to make sure his mom wasn't around, and then feeling compelled I leaned forward and returned the little kiss he had given me earlier. We smiled at each other, neither of us embarrassed, neither of us uncomfortable. We had shared an innocent, tender moment. I had a feeling we would be spending a lot more time together; because quite simply, I was falling for the kid next door... `End of Part One' Comments always welcome at ians.daydrem@hotmail.com Find My Other Stories: In the Young Friends Section Under the Name, About A Boy.