Date: Tue, 3 May 2016 08:35:13 -0400
From: Medic nextdoor <medicnextdoor@gmail.com>
Subject: Jimmy the neighbor soccer boy 2

After my first encounter with Jimmy, I realized that my inner boy had
pushed out. Even though I was somewhat up in years, I had kept myself in
pretty good shape. Many men my age are bald but my blonde hair was as full
as when I was much younger. I had not abused my body with the sun or booze
(or any of the other various substances) and kept in shape physically.

Jimmy went back to his routine as if nothing had happened, although it
appeared that he looked over at my place a lot more after our first time
together. He and his friends would be kicking the soccer ball around and he
would give a glance about every 3 minutes or so to make sure I was there.

And, I would be. Standing in the front window, I watched these gazelles
with white shorts dance around with the ball. Jimmy pranced more than most
of the boys – maybe that was what I was seeing.

I did, finally, get to see his boyfriend, Bobbie. He was a spry 10 year
old, black hair, slim build and, of course, in tight white shorts. I picked
him out when I saw Jimmy grab his hand as both of them walked from his
front yard towards his house. They went in together, hand in hand. It
looked so cool.

In any event, after a long absence, Jimmy finally came back over and
knocked on the door.

"Hi Jimmy," I said, greeting him with a smile.

"Hi John," he said, smiling and looking like he enjoyed calling another
adult by his first name. "Can I come in?"

"Does your Mom know where you are?" I asked him.

"Mom's not there," he said. "She got the job".

"Well, good for her," I answered. "So, who's watching you?"

"Some girl babysitter," he said, looking exhausted. "All she does is talk
on the phone with her boyfriend. I could catch on fire and she wouldn't
notice".

"Well," I said. "Let's hope that doesn't happen!" We both laughed.

"Seriously, does she know you're over here?" I continued, not wanting him
(or me) to get in trouble.

"Yeah," he said. "Mom told her I could come over here if I wanted and, like
I said, she's on the phone..."

I let Jimmy in. He instinctively took off his shoes this time, putting them
by the door and immediately went over to the same couch we had sat on
before. He lifted his butt onto the seat, causing his white socked feet to
dangle in front.

"So, how's soccer going?" I asked, realizing the conversation we had
earlier too late to pull it back.

"I'm still on the bench but Bobbie and I have a sleepover planned this
Saturday."

"Sounds cool," I said, trying to sound as young as he was.

"Yeah, it is," he said smiling. "I need to ask you a question".

Now, I was getting hard just at the thought of where this conversation was
heading.

"Ok," I said. "Ask on" and I sat down next to this small wonder of a boy.

"I remember the last time we talked," he said, smiling in a devilish grin
that told me he was talking about what we did as much as what we talked
about.

"So do I," I smiled. Jimmy giggled. "Did you learn more stuff?"

"No," he said. "But I want to. Jimmy's coming over on Saturday and I want
to learn more stuff. What do boys do when they like each other?"

I was solidly hard by now.

"Have you thought about that question I asked you about being gay?" I asked
him. He cocked his head to the side as if he was searching for answers.

"Yeah, actually I did," he answered. "I'm pretty sure I'm gay".

"How do you know?" I asked him.

"Well," he started. "I definitely liked what we did the last time I was
here. I jacked myself off after I left here and then did it again that
night in my bed with my PJs pulled down to my knees. It was way cool". His
smile could have lit up the room.

What were you thinking about while you were doing it?" I asked.

He blushed. "Bobbie naked," were the two words that came out of his mouth.
I was astounded.

"Have you seen him naked?" I asked.

"No but I want to," he said with an impish grin. "When Bobbie and I are
around, I get a sort of gooey feeling in my stomach and I want to be around
him all the time," he told me. "I think I'm falling in love with him".

"Do you know if he feels the same way?" I asked.

"I think so," he said. "We haven't talked much about it. There have been
too many boys around when we are at school so we've been cool with each
other".

"That's a good point," I told him. "Lots of boys wouldn't care but others
would and they would be mean to you and Bobbie. This is a secret best kept
between friends, like our secret".

"Yeah," he said. "I figured that out when they were picking on Joel."

"Who's Joel and why do they pick on him?" I asked.

"He's like us but he shows it more," he said. "I'm pretty sure he's gay but
everyone else knows it and that causes him some problems". I put Joel in
the back of my head for later on.

"Besides," Jimmy continued. "Joel doesn't know what to do at all. He
doesn't have a Dad or Uncle or anyone like I do to talk about stuff".

I was rather honored that Jimmy put me in such a position and was happy to
hear he had learned stuff from me.

"The most important thing about a relationship is honesty," I told Jimmy.
"Always tell each other the truth. The rest is easy".

"Yeah, well...," he started. "It may be easy for you but I don't know what
to do".

"Relax," I told him. "Sometimes, you don't need to do anything. Just
sitting or lying together, snuggling, watching TV – just being with each
other is all it takes".

"Yeah, but I really LIKE what we did the other day," he smiled. "I never
felt anything so awesome! I want to learn more."

My boner was now standing up in my pants as much as it could. He looked
down and smiled. I am pretty sure it was obvious to Jimmy that I had one.

"Well, what do you want to learn?" I asked.

"You know," he said, now sounding a little frustrated. "stuff...".

I could tell he was getting a little embarrassed – and impatient. I
didn't want to torture him and, besides, it looked like he had a nice boner
in his soccer shorts as well (Okay, so maybe my thoughts weren't all higher
thought processes but, give me a break, I'm a horny guy...).

"The secret behind any kind of stuff is to love your partner," I started.
"Loving them is being there for them no matter what. On the other hand,
doing things that make both of you feel good is a great part of that as
well". I was trying to let him know that doing things wasn't the only part
of love for another person. It was just the fun part.

"Why don't you wait on the couch while I go get something," I told him. He
nodded his head and grabbed the remote.

I went back upstairs and reached into the drawer of the nightstand next to
my bed. There I had three different boy magazines I had picked up on my
international travels. I grabbed the one I thought would be good to start
with. I also grabbed another towel and my bottle of lube I kept in my bed
stand and walked back downstairs.  When I got there, Jimmy was watching a
cartoon. It's funny how boys want to grow up but they always go back to the
basics when it comes to TV.

He saw me enter and flicked the off switch.

"What `cha got?" he asked curious now more than ever.

"It's a magazine I thought we could both enjoy," I told him. His eyes lit
up when he realized we were going to look at something we shouldn't –
kind of a naughty thought – and, of course, we were.

I sat back down next to Jimmy and he scooted over so he was right next to
me. I laid the magazine on my lap. I had covered the lower portion of the
magazine with my hand.

The front cover said it all.

There, for both of us to see, was a boy of about 10, Jimmy's age, standing
next to a young teenager. Both were naked from the waste up. Because of my
hand, we couldn't see what was below.

"So," he said. "You gonna move your hand or what?"

I laughed and pulled my hand back. Both boys had boners.  "Wow," Jimmy
said. "That's really cool". He reached over for the cover and looked long
and hard (in every sense) at the cover.

"Now," I began. "In this magazine, there are several examples of what two
boys could do to show their love for each other. Do you want to see?"

"Yeah," he said enthusiastically. I stopped him from turning the page.

"Remember," I told him. "This should stay between you and I – no one
else."

Jimmy nodded his head and we turned the page.

Inside, the first page had both boys facing each other, now in white
underwear briefs, kneeling on a bed and hugging. You could tell they still
had boners, which touched one another's through the cotton and the smile on
their face showed that they were enjoying what they were doing.

Jimmy's hand seemed to be slightly trembling as he turned the page to find
the next picture, that of the younger boy kneeling down further in front of
the older one, who now had his underwear pulled down to mid-thigh. The
younger one had taken his friends dick in his hand, jacking it off.

"OMG..." Jimmy said. The magazine was covering both of our peters but I
knew his was hard. How could it not be looking at these pictures?

The next page had pictures on each side, one with the younger boy sticking
his tongue out and licking the head of the older boy's boner. The opposite
page showed him slipping the head into his small mouth.

"That looks cool," Jimmy said in a whisper. "What does it taste like?"

"Here," I said and moved my small finger to the edge of his mouth. He
licked it and then, somewhat reluctantly, sucked the tip of it into his
mouth. He pulled away from it and smiled at me.

"That's just a finger," he said. "But it tastes ok. Doesn't a peter taste
like pee?"

"Actually, no," I told him. "It doesn't taste much different than my
finger". Jimmy continued to have that apprehensive look on his face.

"Here," I started. "I'll show you," I reached under the magazine for the
waistband of his shorts and started to move my hand under them. The
magazine fell by the wayside as Jimmy started to groan.

"Gaaawwddd, I love this part," he moaned.

As I reached his underwear, I flattened my hand and went under them to
gently grab his hard on. He jumped slightly and then sighed, leaning
against me while I jacked him off for a minute. As I repositioned my arm,
his white shorts and underwear started to slide down in front. Jimmy lifted
his butt off of the couch to help. When they were both mid-thigh, I leaned
over and stuck my tongue out to lick the head of his boy-size dick.

"Ahhhh," Jimmy groaned. I sucked the head into my mouth and started to work
on his peter.

"WOH," he said. "That's soooo good," was all he could get out. His hips
were moving upwards towards me and jerking as much as he could in the
sitting position with his shorts around his knees.

I gave Jimmy head like someone who couldn't get enough – and I couldn't.
Seeing this slight boy, withering under me, enjoy my mouth on his dick, was
something I had not experienced since I was a boy myself. He instinctively
grabbed the top of my head and ran his hands through my blonde hair as he
continued towards the eventual goal.

I reached in between his legs for his balls and gently played with them.
That was all it took.

"It's happening," he said. I started sucking with abandonment. I felt a
total of five strong squirts of boy liquid onto my tongue as Jimmy yelled
and moaned in ecstasy. I came up off of his peter, which seemed to be more
sensitive following his cum, looking at his face. He had the look of sheer
enjoyment.

I leaned back up to him and kissed him. He kept his eyes closed but seemed
to be enjoying the closeness.

"So," I started. "I am happy to report that I didn't taste any pee".

Jimmy giggled. "But, you tasted something else," he said. "What does that
taste like?"

"Kind of sweet, like you," I said in a loving voice. Jimmy giggled again.

"Can I try it on you?" Jimmy asked. I didn't think we would ever get this
far this quick.

"I don't want you to do something you don't want to do," I said.

He leaned over again and started to unzip my jeans. His small hand reached
inside and started to jack my dick off inside my briefs. He moved his arm
around so that my jeans started to be pulled down but they were somewhat
tighter than his shorts. He stopped and grabbed both sides of my jeans and
pulled them down past my cotton covered dick. I lifted my butt off of the
couch to help him.

As soon as he got them at my knees, he quickly went back up and slid his
flattened hand (mimicking my moves on him) under my underwear and gently
grabbing my dick. I knew there was no return at this point.

"Groan," I said. Jimmie looked up and smiled at me, realizing he was making
me feel good.

As he continued to slide my briefs down my legs, he leaned closer to my
hard peter and stuck his tongue out. As he got closer to my peter, he
stopped and looked at me.

"Is that pee?" he asked, looking at the sliver of liquid coming out of my
slit.

"No, honey," I said. It was the first time I had used that name for him.
"That's pre-cum. It makes things slippery".

Satisfied I was telling him the truth, he continued to the head and made
contact with his tongue. I thought I was going to shoot right there.

"Gaaaa," was all I could say. He kept playing with it and toying around
until I moaned.

"Please Put it in your mouth," I begged. "make sure and watch your teeth.
You're do great".

With that encouragement, he slipped the head into his mouth and started to
suck.

As his mouth worked on my dick, my hand slid over to his back and I started
to rub his back all the way down to the crack of his ass. Being in the
sitting position, I couldn't get much of his butt in my hand but I had the
picture in my head to help me to the end.

It started in my toes.

"I'm cuming," I warned Jimmy, assuming he would not want to swallow my
juice the first time. Jimmy pulled off of my peter and continued to jack me
off.

"Grhhhhhh," I groaned as I started to shoot all over his face and my
stomach. The orgasm I had was better than any I had on my own hand in
months.

As I started to cum down from the feeling, Jimmie licked up the fluid like
a hungry puppy. When he had cleaned me up, he came up and kissed me. I
could taste my own cum in his mouth.

"You're right, it really does taste sweet," he said as he backed away from
our make-out session.

"Sometimes, it's bitter depending on what the other boy has had to eat," I
explained.

"That is so cool," Jimmy said. "I'm going to ask Jimmie if we can do that
this weekend".

"Just make sure he wants to," I warned him. "If he likes you as much as you
like him, he probably will but, if not, be patient with him. Not all boys
like this kind of thing".

Jimmy snuggled next to me, two boys with our underwear down to our knees
and boners (again).

After a brief amount of time, I told Jimmy he ought to get going so his
sitter wouldn't worry. As he reluctantly got up and slid his underwear up,
he turned to me.

"Thanks John," he said. "You're a good teacher".

"My pleasure," I told him. We both smiled and finished dressing.

As he left my house, I watched his white encased butt wiggle over towards
his house.

I was already hard again.

Boys...go figure...