Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2016 17:55:34 -0400 From: Medic nextdoor Subject: Jimmy the neighborhood soccer boy I had watched Jimmy grow up since he and his Mom first moved into next door. I knew I had always loved boys but had held back on those feelings because, frankly, I didn't like the idea of being arrested. It didn't stop me from looking, however, and, I must admit, I looked a lot more when Jimmy reached the age of 8. However, even before that age, I also knew something was – well, different about him. I honestly couldn't figure it out but I knew there was something. He came home with friends, all of them cute, played in the yard, left the house in his soccer uniform (white shorts and a jersey) and, generally, was the normal boy we all have seen. But, like I said, Jimmy was different. As he was growing up, I realized he was somewhat effeminate but boys at that age aren't exactly masculine either, so I chalked it up to his being so young. However, as he reached that golden age of 8, I started to notice different things. He was not as physical as most boys. Instead of a rough and tumble boy, he was very gentle with almost everything he owned in so far as his toys and with his friends as well. One day, he was walking home from the bus stop and I was fixing something on the car. He walked by and waved at me, smiling. I waved back and watched his buddy and him walk to his house. I couldn't swear to it, but it seemed like he was swishing instead of walking. His cute little butt was moving back and forth in his soccer shorts like it was calling me. I know – sounds crazy. He's only eight. Deep down, I thought he might be gay. I also thought my own libido was causing me to think that way and shook that idea out of my head. Several years later, I saw the now 10 year old in a different light. I also found out that my gadar was working just fine. Go figure. On a Saturday afternoon, Mary, his mom, came over in a frantic rush, telling me that a new company had called and wanted her to interview today and she had no one to sit with Jimmy. He was 10 by this time and had grown into a fantastic looking young man. Jimmy was all soccer and I couldn't think of too many times he wasn't in his soccer uniform, either practicing on the front lawn or going to a game. "John, can you do me a big favor?" she begged me. "I'll try," I answered. "I need someone to sit with Jimmy while I go on this interview". She looked at her watch. "It's two O'clock now and I should be back by 7. All you need to do is be here in case he needs anything and feed him dinner. I'll be back in time to put him to bed". I looked into the eyes of a mother desperate to get a decent paying job and seeing this as a great opportunity. "Sure, why not?" I said. "Is Jimmy OK with this?" "I spoke to him and he seemed pretty excited about you sitting him," she said. "He's really a great kid and no problem at all". "I'm sure we'll be ok," I answered. "Now, you go and get that job". She hugged me and sped off to the house next door and, within minutes, came running out, got into her car and was gone within minutes. I was just about to sit down and watch a TV show, a documentary I had recorded some weeks ago, when I heard the doorbell ring. I got up and opened the door to find Jimmy there, in his usual tight white shorts and soccer jersey. "Hi," he said, smiling. "Mom said you were going to sit me while she was gone". "Yes, she told me," I confirmed. Jimmy came in and I stopped him at the door. "Please take your shoes off before you come in" I warned. "I don't want to sweep the floor more than I have to". Jimmy took them off and put them by the door neatly. His knee high white sox seemed extra white this morning. "What are you watching?" he asked. I sat on the couch and grabbed the remote. "There a documentary on whales I have always wanted to see," I told him. "Whales are so cool," he said, sitting down right next to me, scooting up so that his feet no longer touched the ground. "Did you know I have actually swam with them?" I asked him. His mouth got big. "NO way," he exclaimed. "That must have been cool." "It was," I told him. "I scuba dive and we got the chance to see a few and be real close to them". "WOW!" he repeated. "I wish I could scuba dive". "Well, maybe your Mom will let me take you out and teach you," I told him. "Really?" he almost screamed. "You'd do that?" "Sure," I told him. "You're in good shape with your soccer so I'm sure you could handle the equipment". He looked down in a rather embarrassing way. "Actually, I don't play much soccer," he told me. "I'm what they call a `bench warmer'". That was the first time I had seen him embarrassed. He seemed so confident at his house and with his friends, I just assumed he played well enough to be first string. "That's not a problem," I told him. "As you get bigger, you'll get better". It was then I noticed that his leg was rubbing up against mine. Now, as I said, I had not made any movement towards any of the sweet boys I had seen in the past 20 years, however, with this action, I was a little stymied. Was this just an accident, or was this a boy enjoying the physical contact with a man? "I have a confession to make," he whispered. Now, I was really getting turned on. "What is it?" I asked. "I don't really like playing soccer," he said, still talking quietly, just above a whisper. "Then, why do you dress up and go out for the team?" I asked. He looked up now, with a sheepish kind of grin. "Promise you won't laugh?" he asked. "Absolutely," I told him. "I would never laugh at you". Jimmy paused and moved his leg one more time against mine. "Well," he started and then stopped. "Never mind. It's nothing". "Oh no," I said. "You can't leave me hanging like that. I have to know what the mystery is". He had looked down again but now was, once again, looking up with somewhat of a devilish grin. "I mean it, you can't laugh and you can't tell my Mom what I'm going to tell you," he said, now in a full blown whisper. "I promise," I told him, whispering as well. "What happens here stays here, I promise" and moved my finger over my heart in a cross pattern. Jimmy now smiled big for me and leaned against me as if he was going to tell me the biggest secret of his life. "I like to watch my friends in these outfits," he said. "They all look so cute". I was stunned but tried not to look it. Here was a 10 year old neighbor boy, sitting on my couch, in short white shorts, telling me he liked to look at boys in the same outfit. Now, I understood what I had seen in him years earlier, although I wouldn't have guessed it in a million years. Even though I was gay (and knew I was since the age of 7), I had never thought of Jimmy as gay, as much as now, looking back, I realized what I had been watching all of these years. I didn't know where to go with the conversation but I knew what he had said and decided to forge ahead. "Do the other boys know?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I should ask what they knew or if he knew what they knew. "Bobbie does," he said as if he understood my question. "He's my best friend. We had some sleepovers at my house a few times". I looked into Jimmy's eyes and saw a real twinkle of boyhood in his eye. I also realize I had a small boy with lots of questions about who he really was. Bobby is your best friend?" I asked. I really didn't know, by name, any of the boys he hung around with. I had just seen a gaggle of them at his house several times. Many of them wore soccer outfits. "He's my bestest, best friend," he said only as a boy could say it. "He likes being in white shorts too". "Well," I said. "that's really interesting. I like boys in white shorts too". "I thought you did," he said. "I've seen you looking out of your window at us when we were goofing around in the yard". Oh," I said. "I didn't mean to be spying". "Oh, don't apologize," he said. "I don't have anyone to talk to and learn about all of my feelings and when I saw you looking at us, I realized I had a boy next door who knew more than me". He was putting me at his level, as a friend, not so much an uptight adult. I am, by no means, a spring chicken, but it was fun pretending to be a good buddy of his in this discussion. "Can I ask you another question?" He asked me. "It's kind of personal". "Sure," I said. "You remember the rules – what happens here stays here, right?" Uh huh," he nodded. He looked at me with his beautiful green eyes and got rather serious. "Are you gay?" he asked me. I almost dropped the cola in my hand when he said it and it was obvious that the shock of what he said rang throughout the living room. "I'm sorry," he said suddenly. "I shouldn't have asked that question. It's just that you aren't married and I don't see any girls over at your place. I just thought with your liking to look at us with our white shorts on that – you know - you might be gay". "Before I go any further to answer that question, I have one for you," I told him. Jimmy perked up on the couch and waited. "Are you gay?" I asked. Jimmy thought about it for a few seconds. "I don't know but I think I am. I like looking at my friends and my best friend Bobbie and I slept together in my bed when he slept over the 2nd time and we did some cool stuff". Now I was getting hard in my jeans. I didn't know how long I could last. "What cool stuff did you do?" I asked him, now whispering as well. "We made out and stuff," he said. I know I had to be panting by this time but tried to keep myself in check. I had to find out what the "stuff" was. "Are you and Bobbie in love?" I asked. "It's ok if you are". "Yeah, I think so," he said. "But, I don't know what to do about it". I realized at this time that Jimmy had really scooted towards me and was practically in my lap. The boys hand was rubbing my stomach under my shirt. "Ooooo" he said. "I can feel the hair. That's cool. When you do you think I'll get hair?" "All in good time," I told him. "Besides, I think you're perfect right now". Jimmy looked at me and smiled. That twinkle in his eye seemed to twinkle harder. As we sat, he started to lean over and suddenly, his lips were kissing mine. I had never been turned on like this in my entire life. I pulled back. "Jimmy, do you think this is a good idea?" I asked him. "I could get in a lot of trouble". "No you wouldn't," he said. "I promise not to tell anyone and, besides, I really like you. You're sort of the grandfather I never had". Well, that would normally deflate my ego having a boy call me his grandfather but, instead, my dick got harder. Bobbie's leg was over it and he could feel my hard on as it pulsed in my jeans. "Well, if we go on," I started. "The rule really has to stand. What happens here stays here, ok?" "K," he responded as only a small boy would. "So, how did you know you were gay?" he asked me. "Well," I started. "I had liked looking at boys when I was about your age. A neighbor boy, an older teenager, came over to sit me and he taught me about stuff". "That's what I need," he said. "A teacher on gay stuff. I want to do stuff but I just don't know how". Now, my boner was raging and I realized I either had to throw him out or make a move. I leaned over and put my lips back to his. As we kissed, I pushed my tongue up to his mouth. He opened it and I slowly pushed my tongue into his cavity. He pulled back. "That's cool," he said. "That feels so good. It tickles – down there". We went back to Frenching for about five or ten minutes, both of us exchanging tongue lashes. We were both moaning when we stopped and looked at each other for a second. "Let me show you something," I said and reached for the crotch of his shorts. His peter was a hard nail that stuck up in his obvious BVDs, which you could see through his shorts. Jimmy groaned. "Oh, man," he said. He didn't make any move to stop my hand. It continued to gently take his dick and jack him off outside of his soccer shorts. He was on the way to ecstasy. I stopped. Bobbie looked at me with pleading eyes. "Don't stop," he begged me. "I really like that". I leaned down towards his small body and put my hand on his tummy, causing his T-shirt to ride up. I flattened my hand and slid them under his shorts where I found a wet spot in the front of his BVDs – and his hard nail waiting for some relief. His hips came up off of the couch and he groaned louder. "Gah...," was all he could say. I kept jacking him off for about a minute until he started to breath fast and move his hips in a fucking motion. "Oh," he moaned. "Something's happening. I have to pee". I leaned over to his cute ear and whispered. "You won't pee, I promise," I told him. "Just let it happen. I promise you'll like it". With that, I came back up and looked at this cute 10 year old as my hand again moved in his crotch, snaked down under his shorts but over his underwear to his peter. Suddenly, his breathing went crazy and he moaned – loud! "Jeezz...," he screamed as he came over the top. I felt the front of his underwear get soaked as his dick squirted one, two, three and finally four juice-filled seizures as his first-ever orgasm washed over him. As he came down from his cum, he looked over at me with a loving look I had never seen in this boy. "Jeez, that was so great," he said. I smiled back. "That's called a hand job," I told him. "it's better to do it with your pants down but you can do it just how we did as well. You and Bobbie can do that and it feels great, better naked. Remember, though, that you should only do stuff if your partner wants you to". I explained that no one should be forced to do something they don't want to do. Bobbie agreed. We both heard his Mom's car pulling into the driveway across the street. Bobbie stood up, realizing his underwear was full of something wet. "Well," he said. "I'd better get going. I think I need to change my shorts". He looked worried. "Shove your underwear way under the pile of dirty clothes, wherever they are, that your Mom washes," I told him. "She'll never see it". Satisfied with that plan, Bobbie straightened his uniform and walked over to the door that went out to the garage. "Thanks..." and then he realized he hadn't asked my name. "John," I told him. "Thanks John," Jimmy smiled. As he walked his bike back over to his house, I couldn't help but look at his cute butt moving in his soccer shorts. This was going to be on great summer.