Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2018 15:21:14 -0800 From: Ian Bridger Subject: The Kid Next Door Part 2 Readers Warning: This story is a fictional account, and contains elements of sexual play between minor boys. If you find the subject matter offensive, or not to your tastes, or if you are a minor, and not of legal age, then you should read no further. Story Written and Posted By; _____This Boys Life_____ Please read Part One Character Recap: The story revolves around two young boys. Kevin, who is thirteen years old; he stands about 5' 4" tall, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He's a good looking boy, lean with an athletic build. Jacob is the younger boy. He's eleven, and stands about 4' 10", with long brown hair and soft brown eyes. Jake also has a trim build. He has a cute, boyish look about him; and he's a sweet kid with a warm, friendly grin. The boys are next door neighbors, but with nearly two years difference in their age, they had only been casual friends to this point. Over winter break however, their casual friendship had grown into a tender relationship. And now, part two... _________Part Two________ Jacob, The Kid Next Door Friday had come and gone, and winter break was now officially over. Jake had been sick that last day and had I spent the day with him, because as I said, I was falling for this kid. Sure he was two years younger than me; but he turned out to be pretty cool. I loved his innocent nature, and found myself attracted to him in other ways as well. He was a cute little guy, curious, and he had the warmest smile. So, winter break turned out to be a great week off from school in spite of the cold weather. It was Saturday, and I asked my parents if Jake could spend the night. They were fine with it, so I called Jake to tell him. He came over about an hour later and we had my dad drop us off at the mall. We were just gonna' hang around, and see a movie later in the afternoon. As we walked the mall, we ran into a couple of my friends from school who were also just wandered around. "Hey guys." I greeted them. "Kevin, where you been man. I didn't see you all winter break!" One of them said. "Yeah, I've just been hanging at home. The weather was kinda' shitty, so I just hung out with my neighbor." I nodded to Jake. "So what are you guys up to?" I asked. "Nuthin." My other buddy Aaron answered. "We were just up here messing around for awhile." I nodded, and told them that Jake and I were going to catch a movie. We chatted for a few minutes, but I could tell Jake was feeling a bit out of place; he had his hands stuffed down in his pockets, and was kind of looking around. He didn't know either of these guys, so I quickly wrapped things up with them. "Alright, well... Guess I'll see you guys at school then." "Ok, see ya man." Aaron said, and then he nodded at Jake. Jake and I walked over to the Game Stop; a store that sells video games, and they have several game consoles there, where you can play for a while. We hung out there a little, and then we walked over to the Target store and bought some candy for the movie. "Dude, they'll catch us if we try to sneak this much candy into the movie theater with us?" Jake worried. "My pockets are stuffed." "We can stuff some down our pants." I grinned at him. Jake gave me a sly smile, and I took a small bag of gummy worms and reached out for Jakes waistband. Then I stuffed it down into his underwear, taking an extra second to squeeze his little boy pickle while I was there. "Hey...!" Jake grinned at me, and laughing we headed over to the theater. When we went in, we bought some sodas at the concession stand, and then we walked into the theater and took our seats to watch the movie. The lights dimmed, and when the previews came on, Jake leaned over toward me. "When we get home," Jake whispered to me, "maybe we can `play' a little!" He smiled mischievously at me, referring to my hidden magazines, and some extracurricular boy play. I looked back at him and nodded, happy with that idea. After the movie ended, I used my cell phone to call my dad, so he could come and get us. He showed up after awhile, and then he took us out to get some pizza before heading back home. That was pretty cool, thanks dad. When we got back home, Jake and I stayed outside and shot some hoops in the driveway. My parents left after a while to go run some errands, and that's when we went inside and headed up to my bedroom. I locked my door, and with a little prompting from Jake, we dug out my `special' magazines and hopped up onto my bed. At first we both had our own magazine to thumb through, but somehow it seemed more fun to share, so we snuggled close to one another, and looked through one of the magazines together. Like before, it didn't take long before each of us was reaching into our pants to make those necessary adjustments. Jake kept stealing suggestive glances at me, waiting hopefully. "Okay..." I finally told him. And we both quickly unbuttoned or pants, and slid them down off our hips, underwear and all. Jake grinned at me as we sat side there by side with our pants down around our knees, and both of us boned up. We held the magazine between us, and began working our young stiff tools. Even with the magazine, both of us kept looking over at the other while we stroked ourselves. It was just far more stimulating that way. Erotic almost, to see another boy jerking his meat right alongside you! I shinnied my pants all the way down to my ankles and slid my leg over a little, so it was pressed up against Jakes. He looked up at me a time or two, and then turned his attention to watching my erection, as I continued jacking myself. Finally he looked up at me again and quietly cleared his throat. "Kevin...I was wondering, if maybe this time, well... You got to do mine when you gave me that massage. So maybe I could jerk you off this time?" I looked over at him. "Serious? Dude that would be so cool." I grinned at him. "I'm all yours." And I pulled my hand away from my stiffy. Jake grinned and let go of his own rigid dick, then wrapped his fingers around mine, his eyes lighting up. His touch was incredible. This was the first time anyone had ever touched my dick like that, and the warmth of his gentle fingers radiated on the soft pliant skin of my penis. There's just something special, different, about the touch of another human being; the warm softness of his hand sent a shiver through me as he began stroking me slowly. Jake looked up into my face to get my reaction. I'm sure he was pleased with the contented smile he saw there. His small fingers deftly worked their magic on my boyhood. I closed my eyes and lay my head back against my pillow. Shit, this felt so good. Jake varied the pace as he jacked me, squeezing my tool occasionally, and in no time several drops of pre cum were leaking from the end of my cock. Jacob rubbed his thumb tip through the amber boy juice, spreading and smearing it over the tip of my glans. "Unccchhh..." I had to squeeze my butt cheeks together to hold myself back, because that touch felt like I could cum right there. "Oh... Man." I moaned. I slipped my foot free from my pant leg kicking them away, so that I could lay my bare leg across his. The extra contact only heightened my feelings. "Uhhh... Faster Jake! Go faster." I breathed. He sped up, stroking me vigorously, and twisting toward me he reached over with his free hand, he began sliding his fingers over my pubic mound, tenderly caressing the few soft pubes I was sprouting there. The feelings began tingling inside me, coursing through me. My head rolled back again on my pillow as a low moan escaped my lips. I pulled my tee shirt up under my chin, and felt my body begin to tense in orgasmic buildup. Jake knew I was ready, and I felt my nuts draw tight, and my eyes squeezed shut. "Uhhhhh... Shit... Ohh, Uhhh..." My legs clenched in seizure, and I exploded all over the place. Hot streams of boy jizz squirted, and pulsed out onto my chest and stomach while pleasurable grunts drifted from my throat. Somewhere in the far reaches of my semi conscious, I could here Jake's muted voice saying how `Awesome that was'. My body trembled in the aftermath of my orgasm. Slowly my mind was returning from the high of it, and I became aware of Jake's fingers still fondling my spent erection. No one had ever held my junk and jerked me off before and it felt wonderfully surreal to have some external force in control of my twitching shaft. He milked the last drops of freshly whipped cream from my boy tool, and he seemed thrilled to have the gooey mess glistening and clinging to his fingers. He looked up into my eyes and grinned at the total look of contentment on my face. I smiled warmly at him, and strange feelings came over me. Without any thought I leaned over and touched my lips to his. We had kissed each other on the cheek before, timidly like little boys; but this time I couldn't resist and my lips lingered there, pressed lightly on his. It was exhilarating... When I pulled away Jake looked up into my eyes. A small, innocent smile crossed his lips, then he leaned forward and we reconnected for another short kiss. We grinned at each other, and I looked down at his young prick, still standing at rigid attention against his flat belly. "Mmm, your turn..." I offered as I reached down and took him into my hand. Jake sighed with eager anticipation as I began rubbing him rhythmically. "Hmm, hold on a second..." I said, pulling my hand away. I reached back to my own chest, and slid my fingers through the sticky puddles of my own semen that I had squirted there. Scooping it up, I took hold of his youthful prong again slathering the gooey mess over his genitals and began rubbing him briskly, lubricated with my own boy chowder. Jake loved the feel of it, and closing his eyes, he lost himself in the pleasurable feelings that now tingled within him. I have to say that I was almost as into it as he was, and my own dick went hard again as I felt him squirm, and twitch beneath my touch. Jacob began rocking his hips, willfully thrusting his young spike into my hand. He moaned, and twisted his hips back and forth. Then, as he laid his head back, a moan eased from his open lips, and I thought he looked so erotically amazing. Innocent, boyishly beautiful; I wanted to do more than just masturbate with him. I stared at his smooth skin and soft red lips, and I wanted to stick my tongue in his mouth and teach him how to french kiss. Or better still, drop my mouth over the engorged purple head of his dick and blow him. I had to snap myself out of it. This was pure fantasy, and surely Jake wouldn't be into that. Besides, he was moaning now, and I could feel his body start to go rigid. I looked down at his pulsing prick in time to see it swell and begin to drycum into my hand. Jake's pubescent orgasm washed over his whole body, in various spasms that wrenched him over the edge. Eventually his breathing slowed, and his body relaxed loosely along side of me. Exhausted, Jake turned his head to look at me; a weak smile spread his lips. He rolled toward me then and settled in, wanting just to lie there quietly together for a few minutes, absorbed in this new experience. After awhile we got up and went into my bathroom to clean ourselves up with a wet washcloth; which I tossed into the bottom of my hamper when we had finished. Jake and I went down to the family room to watch TV for a while, with both of us still a bit wiped from our boy play. We just hung out till my parents came home, and sometime later my mom called us in to dinner. Jake seemed to love my mom's teriyaki chicken; it was him going back for seconds, and thirds gave him away. The little guy could eat. After we had finished with dinner, Jake and I did the dishes (my mom's idea), and then we headed back upstairs to my room. I turned on my laptop, and we poked around for awhile, eventually downloading some songs from iTunes. The evening went by pretty fast, and since it was getting late, both Jake and I took showers as we got ready for bed. It was after eleven, so we brushed our teeth, and finally decided to turn in. "So..." I looked at Jake. "We can always go down and sleep in the family room on the couch. Or, sleeping bags, or..." "Or, we could sleep up here." Jake suggested. "That's what I was thinking..." I told him. "There's plenty of room for us in my bed if you want!" I pulled the covers down, and looked over at him. "Cool." Jake nodded with his boyish smile. I crawled into bed, and held the covers up for him. Jake happily hopped in alongside me. We lay on our sides facing each other, and just talked for a while. Jake yawned a few times, and I could tell he was getting tired. "I'm a little cold." He whispered, pulling the bedcovers up around him as he rolled onto his back. "We could snuggle up and keep each other warm." I suggested, and Jake nodded at me. So I reached over and urged him to roll up onto his side, facing away from me. Then I scootched up behind and spooned into him. Being younger, Jake was smaller than me, and our bodies fit nicely together this way. I put my arm around him and nestled tightly to his back. It felt great. His warmth radiated against me, and mine likewise fed into him. Our legs intertwined, the soft, smooth soles of Jakes feet were pressed warmly against the top of mine. "Mmm..." Jake breathed quietly, in a sleepy voice. "This feels good. Warm..." "Mm-hm." I agreed softly. Our bodies were cradled warmly together, and just like Jake I was really loving this. I could smell his freshly washed hair, his clean boyish scent with every breath. I didn't bone up, and my soft bulge pressed into the gentle crease of his buttocks. This was another of those tender moments that I would always remember. Both of us drifted off into a warm, comfortable sleep. I woke up briefly about three hours later. Jake had rolled over at some point, facing me now, but we still lay tightly together with our legs and feet tangled warmly, and our faces nearly touching. With every intake of breath, we breathed each other in. I smiled softly as my eyes lost focus, and closed slowly as sleep took me once again. * * * * * When I woke the next morning, it was to the feel of Jakes soft warm body now pretty much draped over me. He was more or less on his belly with his right leg over mine and his arm across my chest. One thing we both had in common; we were both hard with morning wood. I could feel his firm hardon pressing into my hip, and mine was pinned against me under Jakes thigh. I took a deep breath simply enjoying it, and I began gently rubbing my fingers on the soft skin of Jake's back. I really don't know how long we lay there like that, but eventually Jake woke up. He raised his head to look at me, and grace me with one of his sweet smiles. "Good morning." I whispered. "Morning." Jake answered in a sleepy voice. "I think I have to pee..." "Mmm, me too. But it feels good laying here like this." We lay there for another minute, and obviously Jake recognized that I had a boner, because he started moving his leg up and down a little, playfully teasing my penis. "You got a hardon..." he giggled. "Yeah, well so do you." I said, reaching between us and giving his pecker a little tug. He twitched in my fingers. "Now I really gotta' pee..." He moved his leg off of me, and throwing the bed covers down we both climbed out of bed and padded into my bathroom. I pulled the front of my underwear down and took hold of my dick, which was still pointed toward the ceiling. Jake did the same, and we stood there laughing at each other, waiting for our boners to go soft enough so we could pee. Jake pulled his foreskin back to get ready, and I swear the sight of it kept me from going soft. It took a few moments, but finally we were able to point our wieners in the general direction of the toilet bowl. Eventually we were able to unload our bladders. Whew...! When we had finished, Jake playfully reached out and grabbed my dick, to shake the last few drops of pee off. Of course, I had to do him a favor and do the same for him. I heard my mom calling from downstairs, telling us to get up and come down for breakfast. Well, that pretty much kept us from taking this any further. We went back into my room and got dressed. Then, I made my bed (yes, some kids do that) and we went downstairs to eat breakfast. Jake seemed to love my mom's cooking, because he wolfed down several helpings. I had to wonder how he could be so trim, eating that much. Afterwards Jake and I spent the rest of the morning just playing around together. The day went by pretty fast, as we worked to tune up our bicycles in the garage, and we played a little basketball in the driveway. Later in the afternoon, Jake had to head home, and with Sunday winding down, it really felt like winter break was over now; which totally sucked... I went to bed that night, and it felt kind of lonely actually; lying there alone, without the warmth of my young friend cuddled up along side me. I lay there thinking about the past week, and all the things Jake and I had done together. I liked him a lot, and I missed the little guy. Surprisingly, I didn't even want to jerk off that night, without him. The next few weeks went by slowly. Jake and I got together whenever we could after school. We had become pretty good friends, and I was enjoying hanging around with him; even more than with many of my other friends who were my own age. Besides, Jake and I had our own special `boy play' that I would never think about doing with anyone else. We jacked off together when we got the chance, and I kept hoping that we could try some other things, but I didn't want to push it, and actually was kind of afraid to even suggest it. The new semester was starting at school on Monday. Jake had been worried, because of the Sex Education class he had to take. That's why I had started teaching him about this jerking off stuff in the first place. He had been worried that everyone else knew about `sex' stuff and he didn't, and he was afraid the other guys would laugh at him. So that Sunday evening, he came over and we talked again about all that stuff. And by the time he went home, he seemed to be feeling pretty good about going to sex-ed class. I told him they wouldn't teach him half the things that we talked about, and he would do just fine. I did ask him to let me know how his class went, and then getting rather bold, I suggested that there was some other stuff I could teach him if he wanted me to. I didn't get to see him the next couple of days, my parents had stuff going on, so I wasn't even home much after school. I tried to call him on Wednesday in the evening, but his mom said he couldn't come to the phone right then. In fact, it wasn't even till Thursday after school that I saw Jake when he was getting off the bus. "Hey Jake." I called out, as he walked from the bus. "Hi." He answered, with an odd tone to his voice. "So... What's up dude? I haven't seen you for a couple of days." "Nuthin's up..." he mumbled, and kept walking. He seemed really distant, almost a little cold toward me. We walked together; it was only half a block from the bus stop to our cul-de-sac. "Jake, what's going on? You mad at me or something?" I asked. "Nu-uh." He answered. "I just gotta get home." We walked the last bit without talking, and when we cut across his yard, he headed for his front door. "See ya." He said. "Jake... Are you okay?" I pressed for an answer. "Yeah. I'll talk to you later alright." Then he turned and went into his house. I went home, totally confused. Jake was really acting strange, and I couldn't understand what was going on. It was really bothering me, so I called his house. Jake answered the phone. "Jake, dude its Kevin. Look, is everything okay?" There was a pause. "Yeah." He answered with out conviction. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked him, but was greeted with another short pause. "Jake, please tell me what's going on with you." "Nothin's going on." He said. "Kevin, I'll talk to you tomorrow, ok!" "Yeah, ok I guess... See ya." And with that we both hung up the phone. I was really worried now, but there was nothing I could do, till Jake talked to me. When I went to bed that night, I had a tough time falling to sleep. Friday seemed to drag by at school. I just wasn't into it, and for whatever reason I just didn't want to be there. I couldn't wait for school to let out, so I could get home. Finally the last bell rang, and the school day was over. When I got home, I just kind of hung out, waiting for the sound of the school bus to roll down the street. When I heard it, I watched out the living room window for Jake. Kids piled off the bus as always, and started walking toward their houses. Jake hopped off the bus, and I watched him sling his backpack over his shoulder as he started walking. He walked right to his front door, but glanced over at my house just before he went in. I sat back on the couch, still wondering what was going on with him and why he seemed to be mad at me. Actually I was feeling a little miffed that wouldn't tell me. When my parents came home from work, my mom fixed dinner for me. It was Friday night, and they were going to go out for the evening, which was fine with me; I liked having the house to myself. After dinner I started watching TV and doing my homework. A bad habit I know, but I always did it that way. Finally, around seven o clock my parents left for the evening, and I was alone. I was sitting on the couch with my laptop, just checking my social media accounts, when I heard the doorbell. I peeked out the window, and was almost surprised to see Jake standing at the front door. Quickly I went down and opened the door. Jake stood there a bit awkwardly, but he looked at me and offered a timid smile. "Hi." he said quietly. "Hey. Come on in." I stepped back to let him in, then closed the door behind him. We went upstairs to the living room and sat together on the couch, and I just kind of waited for him to say something. He looked a little worried, and I almost teared up wondering what was up. "Jake. What's wrong?" I finally asked. Jake struggled, and then he did tear up. I couldn't stand it, and I leaned over and put my arms around him to comfort him. He began to cry as I held onto him, hoping to make him feel safe. He put his arms around me, and we sat there for several minutes without saying a word. "I just don't want you to hate me." Jake finally mumbled quietly into my chest. "What? Jake, why would you think anything like that?" I asked holding him at arms length so I could see his face. "I just... I think that..." He stammered, struggling to say what he wanted to say. I looked at the gentle innocence in his face, and felt so bad for him. "Jake whatever it is, its ok! We're friends, just tell me what's wrong." I smiled slightly trying to reassure him. Jake took a breath and looked at me. "Kevin, I... I think I might be gay." He finally blurted out. He blushed, embarrassed, and then he lowered his head. I stared at him for a moment, and then hugged him tighter to me. I was so surprised, by what he'd said. "So, are you worried you might be gay, or, worried that I wouldn't like you? I asked "Mostly that you won't like me anymore!" He said honestly. "Jake, I'm your friend. So what the heck makes you think you might be gay?" I looked him in the eyes, "And why would you think that makes any difference?!" He looked quietly at me, but didn't say anything, so I asked again. "Jake... What makes you think you're gay anyway?" "Well, in our Sex Ed class, someone wanted to know what being gay is. The teacher told us that it's when a person wants to be with someone of the same sex." "So then, what makes you think you're gay?" I asked again. "Well... I really liked it when we did that stuff together." he told me. "Dude, you liked it because it feels so good. That doesn't always mean you're gay." I said. He paused for a moment thinking about it. "But, I mean, I really liked it Kevin! It felt, well, like it was supposed to... And, I even wanted you to do other stuff with me too." Jake confessed. I had to smile at him then. "Jake, look... I loved doing that stuff with you too. It felt totally awesome, and I get all excited just thinking about it. We're having fun, and there's nothing wrong with that; as long as we both want to do that stuff." "Yeah, but..." he started. "Jake we're horny kids, learning, messing around and having fun. Remember when we looked at the nudie magazines? That was all girls' right! I got excited by that, and so did you. But you know what...? I like boys in that way sometimes too. I mean, I really like you, and you're a boy. So maybe we're both a little different, maybe I'm bi, I don't know." I said. "Anyway, I'll tell you something Jake. It wouldn't matter to me if you were gay or not. And I hope it wouldn't matter to you either, if I was. I mean, who cares...? There's nothing wrong with that. And I do like you, ok!? And I'm sorry if what we did confused you, or led you think anything, or made you feel bad." Jake looked at me, and finally smiled. "I'm not sorry." Jake said, as he hugged himself to me. Days of worry now off his young shoulders. He looked at me, and leaning in he gave me a kiss. I looked at him and smiled. "You sure you're cool with doing that?" I asked him. He nodded, and finally gave me that huge boyish grin that I found so awesome. We talked for several minutes, happy that the tension had passed. "I learned about some other stuff in Sex Ed class that I could show you." Jake said. "Yeah? Like what?" I grinned. He smiled and moved closer. "Alright, here goes. I hope I do this right." He leaned in more and pushed his slightly open lips to mine, and to my complete surprise, I felt his tongue softly probe the space between my lips. My eyes opened wide, and I happily parted my lips. Jake's tongue timidly entered the warm, wet recesses of my mouth. It was amazing, and I was quick to reciprocate, my tongue gently danced with his, as we tenderly explored each other. This was Jake's first experience with this, and though I am slow to admit it, it was the first time I had ever done this as well. I lay backward on the couch, pulling Jake on top of me, and we tied tongues with childlike excitement for several minutes. "Wow." I said when we pulled apart. "Not bad for an eleven year old." "Eleven and a half..." he corrected me again. We both laughed. I was so relieved that I had my young friend back. * * * * * "So, you wanna' see if you can spend the night?" I asked. Jake was quick to nod. I knew my parents wouldn't mind, so I called my mom's cell phone to ask; but I had to leave a message when she didn't answer. Then we called next door, and Jake asked if it would be ok. It was fine with his mom; and with that, we were set. We had the house to ourselves, since I knew that my parents wouldn't be home till late. "So, what do you wanna' do now?" I asked knowingly. "Duh... I want you to teach me some other stuff." Jake smiled. "Some of the boys at school were whispering about thing and I pretended that I knew what they were, but I really didn't. So I wanna' know what some of that stuff is." "Like what were they whispering about?" I asked. Jake leaned close, and cupping his hand near my ear, he whispered something to me. I almost had to laugh, since we were alone, and he was whispering like it was a secret. "You're a funny dude..." I told him, chuckling. "And yes, we can try that. I'll show you anything you want." Just about then the phone rang. It was my mom calling me back. She had gotten my message, and told me that they were more than fine with Jake spending the night. My folks wouldn't be home till after midnight, so she told me there were snacks in the kitchen if we wanted, and of course, the obligatory telling me to behave. Why do parents do that? "Come on then..." I said, feeling all excited. We got off the couch and we were going to head up to my bedroom, but we went to the kitchen first to grab some snacks to take up there with us. "Whatcha' want to munch on?" I asked Jake. "I don't care, maybe some chips or something. And something to drink too." He suggested. We grabbed a bag of Doritos, and I pulled a two liter bottle of Pepsi from the refrigerator. I unscrewed the cap to pour it into some glasses, when the bottle slipped out of my hand and dropped to the floor. The plastic bottle didn't burst, but the carbonated soda burst into foam and sprayed all over. "Oh crap..." I snorted, and looked over at Jake. We both started laughing, as the bulk of the foamy spray had gone straight up, and sprayed both of us. Our legs were soaked with Pepsi foam, and sticky syrup. "Well, that sucks..." I laughed. We grabbed up a bunch of paper towels, and with those and a wet towel we spent several minutes cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. "Well, now we need to get cleaned up." I decided. "Come on, Pepsi boy..." And Jake and I went upstairs to my bathroom. We pulled off wet socks and shorts, and I grabbed a washcloth. "Wanna' just take a shower?" Jake suggested. "Shit yeah..." I nodded happily. "I like that idea." I turned on the shower, and Jake and I stripped off the rest of our clothes, and then hopped in together. We spent a minute rinsing off, then about ten minutes more just playing, soaping each other up, and messing around. We stood face to face, our bodies slippery with soap, and I pressed myself into Jake. We hugged ourselves together, and I ran my hands up and down his back, washing and cupping the round globes of his butt cheeks. It felt awesome, our naked soapy torsos sliding and rubbing against each other. I slipped my soap slickened fingers into his crack, running my middle finger repeatedly over his soapy boy grommet. Jake followed my lead, and was doing the same to me. We were both boned up now, our slippery erections sandwiched and sliding between our soapy bodies. Damn it felt so amazing... It caught me by surprise when Jacob's finger found my butt hole, and he slowly slipped it into me. I looked him in the eyes and grinned, surprised at his boldness. Then I followed his lead, and gently inserted my middle finger into his anus. It felt so good. Soap lubricated, it squished up into his warm insides, his sphincter muscles clamping warmly over my digit. It was so amazing, experiencing these new sensations. I was aware of every touch, every muscle contraction, every twitch of my body; and Jakes. Slowly, gently, both of us worked our fingers in and out of each other's tight bung holes, essentially finger fucking each other. It was so hot... Sensual, erotic! I looked at Jake, and leaning in, I kissed him, and stuck my tongue into his warm, willing mouth. He sucked at it, then chased my tongue with his. All the while, our warm slick bodies ground together, sliding warm wet skin on skin... My hips wriggled about, heightening the joyous feelings running through me. I was so close to cuming that I had to pull away from him to stop my impending orgasm. I wanted to save that, for the activity that Jake had whispered into my ear. We rinsed ourselves off then; both of us were enjoying this amazing new experience. Finally we got out of the shower, and began drying ourselves off. When we finished, we stood naked, looking into the mirror while we combed our hair, playfully bumping our hips against each other. As I was finishing, Jake grabbed up his towel and rolled it up, then snapped me in the ass with it. "Owe, you Doofus... You're a dead boy..." I laughed, and chased him out of the bathroom. Both of us were still naked as I chased him into the hall. He ran downstairs laughing, with me hot on his tail. We ran down through the entry and into the living room, where Jake grabbed up a throw pillow from the couch. He tried to fend me off with it, swinging it playfully at me. I pretended to stumble, and then leaped on him. Both of us fell to the floor, laughing and wrestling around, our naked bodies rubbing and twisting together. I'm a lot bigger than Jake so I just toyed with him. I picked him up and tossed him onto the couch, then dove on top of him again. It was so much fun. Our bodies rolled and tumbled together, with each other's body parts intertwining in a tangle of naked boy flesh. We laughed, twisting each other into ungainly shapes. I swung around as Jake knelt on the floor, doing what in wrestling terms is called a reversal. It left me on my knees behind him, draped over his back, my groin firmly pressed into his buttocks. This felt fantastic to me; my soft naked junk nestled into his warm, partially spread butt crack. I pretended to hump him, and Jake giggled with youthful enthusiasm. We wrestled together, grabbing, groping, and squirming for nearly half an hour, until finally we collapsed in a naked pile on the floor. We lay there, catching our breaths, both enjoying the feel of each others nakedness. I looked over at Jake and smiled. "Wanna try it now, you know, what you suggested?" I asked him. A big grin spread his lips in answer. From our twisted pile on the floor, I got up onto my knees and shifted my position around. I glanced over at Jake, as he had pulled the throw pillow under his head, and then I moved into position hovering just over his over his groin. I lay down, propped up on my elbows, and then peeked up at Jake again, amused at the look of anticipation on his face. I reached out and took Jakes soft penis in my hand. Almost immediately I could feel his boy tool begin to stiffen. Jake grinned at me as I squeezed him a few times. His young prick was slowly swelling, and holding it closely to my face, I examined the soft flesh that covered his boyhood. The beautiful tenderness of it, the small veins that spider webbed the foreskin still covering the head of his penis. It was so friggin wild! Shuddering, I tenderly pulled down his foreskin, focusing on the plum colored glans, that now peeked out from underneath. "I've never done this before..." I told Jake, as I glanced up into his smiling eyes. "So, I'm just gonna guess at how to do it." Timidly I stuck my tongue out and touched it to the head of Jacob's dick. It twitched, sensitive to this new touch. Wetly now, I took the tip of it into my mouth, smothering it with my lips. "Uhnnch..." Jake grunted at the pleasurable touch. Awkwardly at first, I licked and swizzled my tongue around his boyhood, lubricating it with my own spit. Jake was tensing and wriggling at the very feel of it ensconced in the warmth of my mouth, wrapping his tool like a tepid blanket. Then I pulled back a moment to take in the look on his face; it was pure contentment. I turned back and slowly dropped my mouth over his penis, suckling at it. He moaned and sighed as I sucked on his young cocksicle. Bobbing up and down slowly, tenderly, purposefully jacking him with my mouth. I pulled off to kiss and tongue his shaft, like the pictures in some of my magazines. Then I began to stroke him as I dropped down to lick his testicles and nuzzle his soft scroatum. It was amazing, for both of us. Jake squirmed and moaned, his hands finding my head, and shoulders. He gently ran his fingers through my hair and then softly rubbed my shoulders. "Mmmm... Uhh, Ohhhh..." Jakes fingers tightened in my hair as he squirmed while I suckled him for several minutes. I felt his hips rise from the floor, as if he was wanting his penis deeper in my mouth. His butt cheeks clenched tightly and he groaned loudly. I was holding his balls in my fingers, and I could almost feel them draw away from me. Jake's body jerked and his penis seemed to swell and twitch in my mouth. I pulled off and took his erection into my fingers, jacking it. I watched it throb, struggling to ejaculate sperm that didn't quite exist yet. It was so friggen cool. And then I saw it. Several almost clear, honey like droplet oozed from the slit of his dick. My eyes opened wide. I looked up at Jake; his eyes were squeezed shut. His body shuddered and then slowly went limp. "Jake! Jake check this out." I said, pointing to the large drops that glistened on the end of his boyhood. Jake's eyes widened as well. "Oh man... That felt so totally awesome." He panted. Then looking down again, he touched his fingertip lightly to the droplets clinging to his dick. "It's kind of sticky..." he grinned. I looked down, and then from out of nowhere giving in to an urge, I licked the fluid from his dick. His sensitive tool jerked at the touch of my tongue "Mmm..." I uttered. The taste was interestingly good. I wished there were more of it. I milked his slowly softening shaft, squeezing out another drop, which I licked off hungrily. Then I slid his foreskin back up over the tip, and grinned at him. "So, it didn't taste gross?" Jake asked totally curious. "Nu-uh. Its different, but in a really good way. Salty sweet... I liked it." Jake reached out toward me, and l lay down next to him. He rolled onto his side facing me, and lay his top leg over mine, resting his head against my chest. We lay there quietly for a minute. "Kev, that was sooo cool." He breathed. "I can't tell you how good that felt." "Well, I guess you'll have to show me then..." I smiled at him. Jake gave me a nervous little grin, and then slowly moved himself down across my legs. He hovered over me for a moment, and then looked back up at me. "Ok, here goes..." He took my semi soft dick into his hand, and leaned in close, softly touching his nose and lips to me. I could feel the whisper of his breath as he nuzzled my tool, timidly kissing on it. Then there was a warm wetness enveloping me. Jake had dropped down and taken me in, rolling my hardening tool on his tongue. It was beyond brilliant. It was like nothing I had ever felt. Jake sucked and mouthed my boymeat, making it go totally stiff in his mouth. He pulled me out, and then licked, and sucked on my balls. I was sporting a full erection now, and he wrapped his lips around it again in a tight ring, sliding up and down its length, working me the same way I had done him. After a time, he pulled off to jack me for a minute, and when several drops of precum oozed from me, Jake glanced up at me. Uncertain but curious, he licked it off my glans. "Mmm..." Jacob breathed, approvingly, loving the taste of my golden pre-goo. He began sucking me again, and I was lost in the glorious tingling that began to roil through my insides. Jake flicked his tongue around my dick slit, just as I did to him, tickling it relentlessly, outrageously, searching like a hummingbird for more nectar. His mouth slid down my shaft, and then suddenly, unexpectedly, I felt his small finger rubbing on my anus. Are you friggin serious?! It was so erotic. I began moving my hips in a small circular motion, gently humping my dick in Jakes mouth. His finger continued to fondle my pink boy pucker, sending my mind into outer space. Then, much too soon, well before I was ready, I could feel my orgasm build. "Uhhh. Oh shit... Uhh, uh... Jake, I'm gonna' cum... Uhhhhhh..." Jake pulled off and jacked me with fervent fingers until I blew hot blasts of sticky boy cream onto my chest; a long ghostly moan drifting from my throat. He seemed pleased with his accomplishment as he stroked and squeezed the last dribbles of spunk from me, some it sticking to his fingers. Tentatively he examined it, then touched his tongue to his sticky fingers, testing this new cream, tasting it. He crinkled his nose for a second, but then he sucked it from his digits. Turning his attention back to my hardon, Jacob rubbed his thumb tip over my sensitive head, causing me to wince. He looked up at me as I moaned again. "So, how was that...?" he asked, smiling innocently at me. I loved this kid. I reached down and pulled Jake up so that he was lying on top of me. We just rested there together like that, our hearts beating softly against each other. We lay there like that for a few minutes just enjoying the warmth that radiated between our naked young bodies. Eventually we got up and went back upstairs to my room to clean up. I loaned Jake some shorts and ankle socks, since his were still wet with Pepsi, and we got dressed. We spent the rest of the evening on the couch in the living room just watching TV. Eventually Jake grew tired, and around eleven thirty we went up to my bedroom. I locked my door behind us, and we hopped once again into my bed. "Goodnight numbnuts." I said quietly, smiling at him. "Gu-night." Jake breathed sleepily, "That was so cool today..." He yawned, and drifting away I heard him mumble, "I Love you Kevin..." and in those seconds he had drifted off to sleep. I lay there in the semi darkness of my room, Jacob's warmth radiating against my still naked body. I could hear his gentle breathing alongside me, and it made me happy somehow knowing that he was there. I began thinking about the stuff we had done together today, and all the fantastic new feelings that we had discovered. I thought about the whole issue of possibly being gay, or perhaps bisexual. I realized it really didn't matter. We are who we are, and what we are, and there's nothing wrong with that. I glanced over at Jake in the semi darkness. With a smile I propped myself up on an elbow, leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. It was soft, tender, and nice. I smiled again in the darkness and wondered if Jake would want to explore each other even further, sexually. But I already knew the answer to that question. Finally I yawned. The soft breathing beside me was having a hypnotic effect, and I nestled in closely to my young friend, laying my hand upon his chest. I stifled another yawn, and moments later sleep had pulled me under as well. - Finished - This was one of my early stories, and I thank you for reading. Boyhood is a special time. A time to explore with curious abandon, and to search for your own truth... And when you find it, revel in it... You are what you were meant to be... Comments always welcome, at ians.daydream@hotmail.com For a list and link to my other stories, please check the Authors section, under the name About A Boy. 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