Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 18:29:57 EDT
From: Eagerfiftyguy@aol.com
Subject: The Neighbors:  Billy and Pete - Story One

	This is the first in a series of stories about four teenagers,
Pete, Billy, Pam and Cindy.  Pete and Pam are brother and sister.  All the
stories involve teen sexual experimentation, including boy and girl, boy
and boy, and girl and girl.  This is the first story.

Pete and Billy
Larry Marion


	I'd always admired Billy Jones who lived next door to me.  He was
three years older than me, seventeen when I was fourteen and a great
athlete.  He lettered in football, wrestling and track and always dated
cheerleaders.  He was tall and broad shouldered and smiled a lot, even at
me.
	I was none of those things, sort of scrawny, wore glasses and
really afraid of girls.
	He wasn't.  One night I listened to Cathy Calbert, the cheerleader
captain, tell my sister how Billy had gotten to third base with her.  She
told Pam, my sister, that if she ever did it before she got married, it
would be with Billy.  Cathy said that Billy had undressed her completely
and she'd finally unzipped his pants and given him a hand job.
	Well, one day during football practice before school started, I was
out in the yard, throwing a ball up in the air and catching it when Billy
came home.  He got out of his car, still in his practice uniform, which was
all sweaty and grass stained.  "Hey, Pete," he called.  "Come on up."
	 I nodded.  Billy often worked with me on football and wrestling.
He wanted me to try out for the wrestling team.  He was sure I could do
well at the 98 pound class.  So we went up to his room.  He stripped off
his uniform and headed for the bathroom.
	"Look in the back of the bottom drawer.  You'll find something
interesting."
	So I did.  There was an envelope, one of those big brown ones and
in it were some Polaroid pictures.  They were of Cathy and three other
girls I didn't know and in all of them they were either naked or mostly so.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
	I was sitting on the bed, looking at them when Billy came in, one
towel wrapped around his waist, drying off with the other.  He had hair on
his chest, which I sure didn't and his chest was so muscular it almost made
him look like he had tits.  In fact, if he weren't a guy, I'd say he had a
lot more than one girl with what looked like brown hair in the black and
white Polaroid.
	"Nice pics, eh, Pete?"
	"Yeah," I said.  "How'd you take them?"
	"Oh.  I just picked the right time and asked.  Got you hard?"
	I'd been aware I had a boner, and embarrassed about it.  I nodded.
	"Hey, that's okay.  I've got one, too."  He dropped his towel and
sure enough, he had a huge hard on, which the towel he'd been using to dry
with had concealed.  He sat on the bed next to me.
	"Pete.  You know what a blow job is?"
	"Sure, Billy.  Doesn't everybody?"
	"Well, I guess you did.  Ever have one?"
	I shook my head.  "Nah.  Course not.  Yet.  Like to, though.  Have
you?"
	He smiled.  "Sure have.  Each one of those girls have sucked me off
at least once.  And it was great.  You know what the worst blow job I ever
got was like?"
	"The worst one?  No idea, Billy."
	He smiled and put his hand on my leg, just above my knee.
"Fabulous!" he said and laughed.  I did, too.  Then he said, softly, "Would
you like to find out what it's like, Pete?"
	"What?  When?"  I said, feeling sure I knew what and wondering how
he'd find a girl to do something like that to me.
	"Get sucked off.  And now, if you want. "  It dawned on me that the
star football player was talking about taking my cock in his mouth.  The
three letter athlete, the school hero.  And I knew that my dick got harder.
Billy glanced down and smiled.  "I think something just answered the
question.  Lie back on the bed, Pete."
	Totally unbelieving this, I lay back on the bed, looking up at the
ceiling.  I could feel Billy's hands on my belt, my zipper.  I could feel
his hands on my waist as he gripped my chinos and boxer shorts.  "Lift your
hips a bit, Pete," he said softly and I did.  My pants slid down as he
pulled them to below my knees.  "My.  That's a rather impressive piece of
meat, Pete."  Then he smiled at me, looking down and took my balls in his
hand and began to rub them.  His hand gripped my dick like I do when I beat
off, but his hand was bigger.
	"Okay, Pete.  Let's see how you like this," he said and dropped
down.  I felt his tongue lick the head of my dick two or three times, then
he took it in his mouth.  I could feel his lips and his tongue on my dick
as he began to go up and down on it.  I lay back with my hands over my
head.  By tilting my head I could actually see him as his head bobbed up
and down and I could see first almost all my prick, and then none at all.
	He stopped and began to lick again, then licked down the shaft to
my balls, which he licked and kissed.  "You close, Pete?"  he asked between
licks.
	"Pretty soon, I think, Billy.  Maybe you'd better stop." He shook
his head and took everything back into his mouth, working hard and fast.
"Billy!  I'm about to shoot!" knowing that he didn't want that to happen.
But he didn't stop and I came and came and came.  It was nothing like
cuming when I beat off.  It was like I'd died.  I was lying on my back, but
I felt like I'd collapsed into the bed.
	I lay there for a minute or so and Billy lay there beside me.  He
turned on his back.  I felt like I had no energy and he took my hand and
put it on his dick, which was thick and long and very, very hard.  I knew I
should take my hand away, but I didn't.  "Just rub it a bit, Pete," he
said, and I could hear a thickness in his tone.  I did.  It wasn't like
rubbing mine, but it wasn't bad.
	"I guess, you want me to do the same?" I asked.
	"Only if you're ready," he said.
	I knew I shouldn't, but I also knew I needed to find out why Billy
was willing to do this.  I sat up so I could see his cock, a flagpole
sticking up from the black haired crotch.  I brought my head down, so that
I was but an inch from the red head.  I could see the slit and a little
drop of moisture.  "What's it taste like?"  I asked.
	"Not like much.  Cum's salty.  But not that bad."  With that he
took his hand, put it on the back of my head and gently pushed my head down
until my lips touched his cockhead.  Then, on my own, I opened my mouth and
slid my lips down his shaft.
	And it didn't taste bad and I drew my mouth back up, tightened my
lips and dropped down again, feeling the cock against my tongue, which I
used to stroke Billy's big dong.
	`I'll tell you before I cum, Pete.  So you can stop," he rasped as
I began to stroke faster.  Hesitantly, I reached out and touched his balls,
which quivered under my ministrations.  I felt a quiver and he said, "Pete.
I'm about to."
	For a moment I almost stopped.  But Billy hadn't.  And I wanted to
find out what it was like.  "Now," said Billy, and I could feel his prick
jump and twitch in my mouth and could feel a sudden burst of liquid.  What
to do?  I thought.  And I realized that Billy had the same thing and must
have swallowed it.  And I did, too.
	I lay back down next to Billy.  "That was great, Pete.  Really
wonderful.  Want me to do you again?"
	I was hard.  Had been hard all the while I was blowing Billy.
"Sure Billy.  But I think I'd like to suck you off again, too."
	"That's great Pete.  Real great.  I think we're in for some great
afternoons.

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