Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2018 08:24:04 -0400 From: Ryan Cruz Subject: Filipino Teen Neighbor > Chapter 1: Meet the Neighbors Filipino Teen Neighbor Chapter One: Meeting the Neighbors --------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This is my first short story I've submitted. The M/Teen relationship will develop over the first few chapters. There are sexual scenes but the story isn't predominately based on sex. This story is completely fictional. Again, this is my first story so please send feedback (good, bad, editing suggestions, ect). Thank you! **Do not read this if you are not legally able to do so.** ***Pleas donate to Nifty to help keep this wonderful archive alive*** Copyright: Ry.Cruz20@gmail.com , 2018 --------------------------------------------------- Chapter Note: Ryan moves into the new apartment and meets a mother living in the apartment below his. He starts to develop a platonic relationship with her teenage son. --------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1: Meeting the Neighbors First I should start with a brief introduction. My name is Ryan, I'm a sailor in the Navy. I joined to escape the confines of my small town and start a new and independent life. I've recently transferred from a destroyer homeported in Hawaii, where I served onboard for four years. Physically, I'm a shorter guy, standing only about 5'7 and 145 pounds. I have fair skin, brown hair and brown eyes. I probably drink too much and, well, I do drink too much. Alcohol and random sex keeps my feelings of loneliness under control. Life onboard the ship was tough but rewarding. There were great port visits, breathtaking scenery, and breathtaking guys. I loved the naval service and was good at my job. I also learned that I loved to service. There were over 300 sailors aboard my ship, mostly boys and men with only a few women. Let's just say, I had fun with a handful of other sailors and even some officers during my time onboard but unfortunately I'll have to share those adventures some other day. Despite being an occasional slut, I had worked long hours and been good at my job. This let me move up the ranks and eventually be selected for a recruiting shore tour. This assignment, I was told, would let me work regular nine to five hours and afford me enough time to finish my degree at the local university. The recruiting office I'd work for was in Northern Virginia. The location wasn't my first choice, but it wasn't bad either. The plan was to save some money, finish my degree, and finally get out of the Navy. I sat in my Toyota waiting for the landlord to show up. I picked this apartment complex from a website prior to leaving Hawaii. It was simple and affordable. My priority was to save as much money as I could. However, now that I was here, I began to reconsider that decision. This wasn't the first time this morning that I questioned my life choices. The ice coffee I was sipping, along with a handful of aspirin, was keeping my hangover at bay. The building was much older than described and not in the nicest part of town. It was a simple red brick building, three stories with probably ten or so individual apartments. The old building was decorated with parking lots in the front and a dumpster and small patch of grass on the side. There were about a dozen other identical brick buildings lining the street. "It's going to save you money" I told myself. "This is it, 203. Laundry is in the basement and rent is due on the first of the month" the landlord said as he opened the door to my new apartment. Old and small, it looked like the place had been built in the 1970's and not renovated since then. It even smelled old. I could hear a family living in the apartment below my scratched up hardwood floors. I also began to notice the repressive summertime heat flooding my apartment and my head still pounded from last night's tequila. Time to start your new life. An hour later, two half-unpacked suitcases and roll out my sleeping bag covered the livingroom floor. Tomorrow would be my first day of work so I decided I should probably get my shit together. As I started to pull my uniforms out, I heard a knock at my door. I opened it and saw a tiny lady, probably in her late thirties. "Hello Sir, welcome to the neighborhood" she said with a warm smile and thick Asian accent. Filipino, I think. "I'm Maria. My family lives below you. I'm sorry if there was too much noise," she explained. "I can barely hear them'" I lied. Being at sea, there were obviously no families or children, so I guess I almost appreciated the sounds of laughter and fun, despite my current headache. The woman noticed my uniforms laying ontop of a suitcase. "Oh you are Navy too? My husband is Navy and away. Very difficult life. Do you have family here? Did you eat yet?" "No Ma'am, I'm all by myself" I explained. She quickly replied, "Okay, come eat, I'll cook for you. Do you like Filipino food?" I wasn't prepared for the hospitality so it was my turn to be shy. About to decline, I realized that I hadn't eaten since yesterday, unless you count the Japanese cum I had in the hotel shower. Thirty minutes later, after a quick shower, I knocked on the door to Apartment 103. The door opened slowly and a small framed child opened the door. He must have been no older than nine or ten years old. He had messy black hair that fell to his shoulders, dark tanned skin, a tiny nose, and a baggy tee shirt that looked like it was about to fall off his slender frame. "Hello," the Filipino boy said timidly. "Hello, I'm Ryan, the neighbor upstairs" I said. The kid awkwardly didn't move, I wasn't sure if he understood me. Suddenly a young teen, definitely his older brother, came to the door. "Hello Sir, please come in," the teen said. Sir? "Please call me Ryan," I said. The older brother nooded, smiled nervously, and then finally introduced himself, "I'm Amiel". He cautiously accepted my extended hand and we gently shook. Amiel had the same facial features and dark complexion as his little brother. His frame was slender but with hints of developing muscles on his skinny arms and legs. The teenager was probably only 5'2 in height and 110 pounds at most. Maria stepped out from the small kitchen area to welcome me. She had me sit down at their table and her two sons began to bring out dishes of rice and chicken. "It smells wonderful" I said as they all finally sat down. When was my last home-cooked meal? Maria introduced her children. Amiel was the oldest at fourteen, but almost fifteen, the teen quickly added. Kevin, the little brother, was unbelievably already twelve years old. I had assumed much younger. Maria and her sons all had the same strong resemblance. While eating, I learned that they had moved to the United States from the Philippines only six months ago. Their father was a Filipino-American and, like me, also in the Navy. He lived in Hawaii but insisted that Maria live close to her sister, who had immigrated to the United States several years prior. I also learned that their father was a chief petty officer and his ship was currently deployed to Japan. "Oh, that's where my last ship is heading to" I said. There were a few of Filipino chief petty officers my last ship so I asked the name of the father's ship but they couldn't remember. There was actually a married Filipino chief I had "serviced" and I was suddenly nervous if and how I had met their father already. I remembered that this chief's family lived with him in Hawaii. What was that chief's name again? Regardless, I reaffirmed my decision to start making better life choices. "Ryan, would you like some wine?" Maria asked. "Yes, Ma'am," I answered. Better life choices can wait. "He doesn't want us to be alone while he is away at sea. We lived without him for two years in the Philippines while waiting for the visa to be approved" Maria explained. I admired their strength. I'm sure that couldn't have been an easy time for her or her boys. I admired the maturity of her oldest son. By the way she spoke, it sounded like Amiel took care of most things while she worked long hours at a local Asian grocery store. Her boys cleared the table while we continued to talk. Maria's boys were starting school this week. Amiel would be a freshman high school and Kevin would be in sixth grade at the middle school. Maria called Amiel away from washing dishes to sit down with us at the table. I could tell she was very proud of him. "He's been the man of the house while his father's away. He always gets good grades," she said with a smile. I saw her son blush through his caramel skin. I asked Amiel what he thought of school and living here but he became very shy. He spoke well, even though a thick accent. Actually, I thought the accent was adorable. I felt the urge to get to know the young teen who had helped take care of his mother and little brother for so long. As his mom and I drank finished the wine, Amiel and I would make eye contact. He seemed reserved and timid but each time I'd smile gently towards him and he'd smile back. "So Ryan, do you have a girlfriend?" Maria eventually asked. I took a sip of wine, followed by a much larger gulp. "No Ma'am, I'm gay." It was still hard for me to come out to strangers. Amiel's thick black eyebrows shot up when he heard my answer. His interest was piqued. "Oh, you have boyfriend then?" Maria followed up, completely unphased by my response. I said no and watched as Amiel seemed to get awkward. He excused himself, saying he had to help Kevin with the chores. Maria and I carried on, drinking, talking, and laughing. We seemed to really hit it off. "I like you Ryan, I am glad you are our neighbor," Maria said. Amiel walked past the table, standing behind his mother as he began to sweep the floor. His little butt, concealed only by the thin material of loose fitting gym shorts, was directly in my line of sight. His thighs and calves had some slight definition and from what I could see, his entire legs were mostly hairless. "I'm glad to be here" I replied. I blamed the wine for making me crazy enough to check out the teen's butt while I spoke to his mother. Luckily, Maria didn't notice. The boys sat down with us again after their chores and all four of us talked and got to know each other for another hour. Eventually I had to excuse myself to go finish unpacking. "Come over during the week and eat dinner with us," Maria insisted. I graciously accepted this offer, "I'll bring more wine next time." Maria smiled and gave me a warm hug. "Bye Kuya," Amiel giggled. The teen saw my confusion and explained "It means big brother." I smiled, then gave him and Kevin a quick hug. "See you soon Little Bro." By the end of the week I had settled into a routine. My new job as a recruiter was going well and I was back to running every day and going to the gym at night. I was also well behaved, except for Friday night, which I spent at the Japanese student's place. We had just as much fun as the first night, although I had insisted upon less alcohol. Holding me down on his futon, he used my body for his pleasure all night. He loved owning my bubble butt and I loved giving it to him. Also, I finally learned his first name, Keita, not that it really mattered at this point. By early Saturday morning I was back at my empty apartment. My new furniture I ordered had finally been delivered. The boxes of unassembled furniture made my living room feel so much smaller. Fresh from the shower, I was wearing only a pair of short running shorts. I heard a knock at the door. It was Amiel. "Good morning Kuya," the Filipino teen said. I liked how he spoke to me like I was his older brother. After visiting their place twice more since the first dinner, I felt like I had been adopted by his mom into their family. Amiel's face blushed as he looked over my shirtless body. "You have abs," he said. Daily gym sessions and morning runs were already producing some modest results. My belly flab was slowly starting to disappear. The teenager also noticed tattoo below my left rib cage. It was a typical "Sailor Jerry" tattoo, an image of a sailing ship in heavy seas heading towards a colorful sunset. right below my left rib cage. Amiel blushed when he realized he was staring. Suddenly he remembered why he had been sent to my apartment. "My mom told me you come help you," he said. Maria had probably heard the furniture delivery guys through my thin floor which separated our apartments. "I need to buy some tools to assemble all of this. Want to go to the hardware store with me?" I asked. "Yes po." His accent was adorable. I threw on clothes and Amiel followed me outside to my car. I insisted we eat first so I stopped at the local diner. Amiel said he wasn't hungry but I could tell that he was just being polite. "Stop being so shy," I said as we sat down. I persisted and eventually the shy teen ordered the large country breakfast. While waiting for the food, I asked him how high school was going. Uncharacteristically, the teen's smile disappeared. "It's okay Kuya," he answered. "Everybody talks too fast, it is hard for me to understand and do the assignments" He let out a gentle sigh that melted my heart. "You speak well," I said but I knew he was still working to translate every word. "I'd be happy to help you with your homework." Amiel blushed and declined. "It's okay, I get home too late Kuya," he softly, looking down at his food. I forgot his family didn't own a car. The high school was about a mile from our apartment and that was a long walk for a teenager after all day at school and sports practice. "What time does school end?" I asked. "Four PM, Kuya," he said. "But then I have to do chores." That was about the time I left work everyday. "Let me pick you up then, its along my route," I said. Amiel smiled and blushed through his dark skin. "No, that is a lot of work for you to get me," he answered reluctantly. I insisted and he finally agreed. "That means a lot to me," he said quietly. "You're my little brother, I'm happy to help," I said. We looked into each other's eyes. The reserved teen found his smile again. Once we got back to my apartment, we immediately went to work with the tools I had just bought. The living room furniture went together quickly and we were about to start on the bedroom. Northern Virginia in August is not pleasant. The old apartment walls were not well insulated and it was probably ninety degrees inside. "I wish I remembered to buy an air conditioner," I said, taking off my shirt and using it to wipe away the sweat on my face. My teen helper was also covered in sweat. "Take off your shirt, you'll feel better," I said without any nefarious intentions. THe was clearly uncomfortable in the heat. Amiel hesitated and then pulled off his cotton shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Amiel was skinny but his teenager body was clearly in a transition from boy to man. Amiel even had some slight definition to his chest and torso. There was a gleam of sweat covering his hairless caramel colored chest and small dark nipples. "Do you want anything to drink?" I asked. Amiel nodded. I opened the refrigerator and saw that there was only beer and milk. I didn't trust the tap water in this old apartment. With no other options, I took out two beers and we sat on the new couch together. Why not? He's mature and responsible so I might as well treat him like an adult. He eyes went wide and he stayed silent, clearly shocked that I was giving him a beer. "You're old enough to have a beer, right?" I said. He nodded so I handed him a beer and demonstrated how to use the bottle opener to open mine. I then handed the opener to him. He fumbled for a second. Instead of opening it for him, I placed my left hand over his hand that gripped the bottle. I felt a nervous tremble as our skin made contact. I wrapped my other hand around his that held the bottle opener. Our white and brown fingers were connected in a tangled mess. The cold beer made a gentle hiss sound and I released his hands. The teenager blushed. "Cheers," I said as I tapped my bottle against his. "Cheers Kuya," he said. Our eyes locked and I saw that he didn't know what to say. "Thank you for helping me Amiel," I said. "You're welcome Kuya," he said. Admittedly, I liked it when he called me that. We both took our first sip. I laughed as the inexperienced teen grimaced from the bitter taste of his first beer. He blushed. "Is it good?" I teased. Hesitantly, he took a second, much longer sip. "Yes po," and we both laughed. We were sitting close together on the couch. I sat back and put an arm over his shoulder as we finished our beers. After our break, we put together the bedroom furniture. As we moved the mattress, I couldn't help but notice his body. He was only fourteen but, man, soon he would grow to be very attractive. He already is. Stop. Stop checking out your neighbor's kid. I gave him another beer once we finished. "Don't tell your mom," I said with a sly smile. He laughed. "Don't worry po, I am good at keeping secrets," he said. "Yeah? What kind of secrets?" I asked. Amiel blushed hard and shook his head. "I can't tell you, that is why they are secrets!" he teased, sticking his tongue out towards me. The first beer must have loosened up his reserved nature. He's adorable. I handed him the bottle opener. He fumbled again. This time it almost seemed deliberate. His eyes pleaded with me, and he bashfully asked "Kuya, can you help me again?" Amiel had taken quickly to using the cordless drill and other tools as we assembled the furniture together. There was no way this intelligent teen still couldn't figure out how to use a bottle opener. As we stood in the tiny kitchen, I moved behind him and took hold of his hands again. To help open the beer. This time our arms rubbed together and he settled his shirtless back into my bare chest. I fumbled for a moment, prolonging our body contact. He pressed his back harder into my chest. Amiel didn't seem uncomfortable or anxious to separate. His jet black hair, short but messy rubbed against my shoulder. I could smell the shampoo he must have used earlier. The thought of Amiel in the shower, naked under the hot water, caused a physical reaction. Nervously, I quickly opened his beer and released him. The teenager slowly turned around. "Cheers Kuya," he said. We both took a sip, staring at each other. I was studying his little brown body and he was studying mine. I realized that I was checking out the fourteen year old standing in front of me. I took another sip of beer. I think he was tried to impress me by taking a large gulp. "Thank you Kuya," he said before burping. We both laughed. Amiel moved towards me slightly. We were now only a few inches apart. Neither one of us said a word, we just studied the other's body, looking for a sign to proceed. Amiel took a deep breath and looked like he was about to come even closer. There was a sudden noise. Kevin, Amiel's little brother, knocked on the door didn't wait for an answer before letting himself in. Amiel quickly stepped away and hid his beer behind his back. "Mom says lunch is ready," Kevin said to Amiel. "Why are you shirtless?" "It's hot, and don't just barge in!" his older brother scolded. There was a brief exchange of words in Tagalog. Kevin nodded and then, as Maria probably had instructed, invited me to lunch. "Sure, we'll be down soon." I said. Kevin smiled and ran out of the apartment to tell his mom. I was still standing closely behind Amiel. He turned around after the door shut. We were only six inches apart, now face to face. There was no reason for either of us to still be standing this close but neither of us moved. He looked up at me and our eyes locked. "Thank you for all of your help today," I said softly, "I'm glad you came." Wow, that sounded lame, I thought. The fourteen year old smiled and didn't break eye contact. He didn't seem nearly as shy now as before. "You're welcome. I'm glad you moved above our apartment," he said. The teenager's voice cracked as he spoke. Amiel was nervous and looked to be on the verge of confessing something. There was so much tension in the air. What is going on?! Amiel's body was frozen in place. He had goosebumbs and his eyes were pleading with me, making some silent and unknown request. He wants me to kiss him. I raised my empty hand and touched his lower torso, gently rubbing his smooth skin until just below the rib cage. I felt him tremble. It would be so easy, just kiss him. No. I can't kiss him, he's too young. I fought with myself as our eyes remained locked. His face was so close to mine that I could feel his soft breathing. He seemed calm and collected, I was acting like an awkward teenager. Don't do it! "I'm glad I moved here too," I said, trying to normalize my voice. Instead of a kiss, I hugged him and he put his head into my bare chest. He reached over and put the beer on the counter, then used both hands to hug me tightly. I took a big sip of mine and continued to hold the teen against me. Our bodies felt connected. He looked up at my face and our lips were only a few inches apart. So close.... too close. There was a mirror we had hung above my new kitchen table. From where we were standing, I saw our reflection in it. I saw myself holding onto him. His breathing warmed my chest. His arms gripped me tightly. It was obvious that he liked me and, to be honest, I had this urge to get to know him more. I wanted to know everything about him. Yeah, I admit that I found the teen attractive, but there was something else... something more. I couldn't remember the last time I had butterflies in my stomach. As I stared at our reflection, I felt something special. I released our hug. "Finish your beer and let's go eat okay?" There was a hint of disappointment on his face but he quickly regained his composure and smiled. I finished my beer in a final swig, gulping down the last half of the bottle. Amiel tried to mimic me but the beer spilled from his mouth and he began to gag. "You need more practice," I said laughing. "Yes Kuya, let's practice some more okay?" he asked with a mischievous grin. Amiel nodded put on his shirt before leaving. It pained me to see him cover up his beautiful body. "Sure," I replied. "Now go home and shower. Tell your mom I'll be down soon, okay?" As he walked out of my apartment, he turned to give me a flirty smile. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I felt like a teen girl with a crush. My young neighbor, a Filipino teenager, had put a spell on me. --------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading and for the people who've emailed me already. I appreciate the comments. The next chapter will be from the teen's perspective. Their relationship will continue to develop as both Ryan and Amiel get to know each other. Sexy scenes to cum soon! Please send me your feedback, criticism, and suggestions: Ry.Cruz20@gmail.com -RyC