Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2018 13:47:15 -0400 From: Story Teller Subject: Me and Jacob (Adult/Youth) The following story is fictional. Any similarity with actual events and persons is purely accidental and unintentional. The central theme of the story is the relationship between an adult male and a teenage boy. If you don't like such stories or if you're not allowed to read them, please exit this page. Remember that Nifty needs your support and donations to keep these wonderful stories alive. I would like to hear your thoughts on the story, and I will try to answer all e-mails I get. Please email any comments, questions, or suggestions to niftystoryteller@gmail.com ________________ Me and Jacob I never really paid any attention to my neighbors. I keep to myself. I'm not unfriendly, just not overly social. I have seen my neighbors before--we wave to each other when pulling in and out of our driveways and we're cordial, we just never talk. It has been like this since they moved in a few months ago. This Halloween was when that started to change. I bought some candy to give out for the trick-or-treaters, and turned my outside light on, so everyone knew that I would be participating in the candy festivities. Like clockwork, right at the turn of 3:00, my doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there was a vampire who looked too old to be trick-or-treating. I looked at him and said "aren't you a little old for this?" He said that he was 13 and you're never too old for free candy. I laughed at his logic, but it made sense. I threw a candy bar in his pillow case and as I was closing the door, he said, "See ya' around, Mr. Johnson!" I guess he could tell the puzzled look on my face, because then he said, "It's me, Jacob, your neighbor?" I caught my composure, and said "Oh, sorry, I didn't recognize you in your costume." In reality, I don't recall ever seeing this kid. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, but that weekend, I was outside taking down my Halloween decorations, when I saw Jacob in his yard, helping his dad take theirs down. I looked over and Jacob looked back. He gave me a wave, and I waved back, and shouted, "I thought vampires couldn't handle the sunlight!" His dad then looked over and said, "Did he hit you up for candy? I told him that he was too old to go out, but he insisted." I told him that it was no big deal, and said that everyone likes chocolate. "I have a lot leftover. He's welcome to it." I said. Jacob's dad told me that he didn't need any more chocolate, but he appreciated the offer. Then they came over and offered to help me finish taking down the decorations. After we were done, I asked if they wanted to come inside for a drink. Jacob's dad and I had a beer, and Jacob had a Coke. After some random conversation, they went back home. Saturday morning, I went out to the mailbox as the neighbors were pulling out of the driveway. We waved goodbye to one another, and as I started to walk back inside, I saw Jacob out of the corner of my eye. "Hey, Mr. Johnson!" he yelled as he ran over. "What's up, bud?" I called back. He was telling me about all the candy he got, and thanked me for the Coke yesterday. I told him it was no problem, and that I would see him later. I went back inside and started thinking about Jacob and why he was so keen on talking to me. Why would some 13-year old wanna talk to a 30 year old man? He was definitely a good-looking guy. About 5 foot 6 inches, not an ounce of fat on him, maybe a little too skinny, with dark hair and beautiful eyes. I started daydreaming a little when I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I answered it, and there was Jacob again. "Sorry to bother you, but when I came out to say hi, I closed the door behind me, and I locked myself out. My key and my phone are in my room. Can I use your phone to call my parents?" I told him that I would call them, and it was no big deal. I let him inside, and gave him another Coke. "What's your dad's phone number, and what's his first name anyway?" "Hi, Dave? This is James, your neighbor. Jacob just came over to my door and told me that he locked himself out of the house, and left his phone inside." "Oh, hi, James, thanks for calling. We just got on the freeway, heading to my wife's mom's house, and Jacob didn't want to go. We can turn around at the next exit. Do you mind letting him stay there for 20 minutes or so?" "It's no problem at all. He can stay here as long as he wants, but I'm sure he's bored to death without his phone." "If it's all the same to you, it would be much easier if he could just hold tight until we get home from my in-law's. We will only be an hour or so." "Yeah, no worries at all. I'll just send him back home when you get back." With that, I now had a guest for an hour or so. When I told Jacob that he was going to be here for a bit, he didn't seem at all upset. I lead him into the living room and gave him the remote. I told him that he can watch whatever he wanted on YouTube or Netflix. I asked him to take off his shoes, and told him where he could hang up his jacket. As he was walking to the couch, I could tell that he was in desperate need of a belt. I could clearly see his underwear peeking from the top of his jeans. I joined him in the living room and sat on the other end of the couch. He was kind of half-lying down and half sitting on the couch, which caused his shirt to ride up. I could clearly see he was wearing pretty generic Hanes boxerbriefs, but they were gray, and I could see a slight form of a couple nice globes. Feeling a little ambitious, I reached over and pulled his shirt down. "Your underwear was showing" I said as I briefly made contact with his skin. Jacob then looked at me and said "It's just underwear" and stood up and dropped his pants to the floor, standing there in just his boxerbriefs and a shirt. He couldn't stop laughing as I had the most surprised look known to mankind on my face, and he pulled his pants back up. Although it was only for a moment, that image was permanently burned into my brain. I could see a pretty modest bulge in the front. I could tell that he certainly has started puberty. After he sat back down, he said he was sorry if he weirded me out, and I told him that it was no big deal, I just wasn't expecting to see my neighbor in his underwear. We both chuckled and watched some videos, but I couldn't help but to think about what happened. Not long after, his parents pulled into the driveway next door, so I told Jacob that he had to go home, and he thanked me for letting him stay with me. "Anytime, bud." He went back home, and about an hour later, I got a phone call. "Hey, James? Dave again. Hey, thanks again for letting Jacob come over to your place. I'm sure it wasn't your ideal Saturday. Anyway, we'd like to have you over for dinner as our way of saying thanks. Come by at 7." As 7:00 rolled around, I knocked on my neighbor's door, and was greeting by the smell of meatloaf and potatoes. The house smelled great. Before we sat down, Jacob wanted to give me a tour of their house. He showed me all of the rooms, including his bedroom. Typical boy's room, dirty clothes everywhere and Coke cans all across the table beside his bed. There were two things that I noticed about Jacob's room: first, the lotion beside his bed, and second, the tissues right beside it. Well, my suspicion was definitely confirmed now. He has definitely started puberty. As we sat down to eat, Jacob asked his mom when Steve was coming over. She said that he would be there after dinner, and to be patient. Steve was Jacob's friend who was coming over to spend the night. After dinner, I thanked my hosts for the meal, and returned home. Nothing overly eventful happened that evening, but around 2:00, I was still awake, watching TV when I could hear giggles from outside. I peeked out the window, and could faintly make out Jacob, and who I assumed to be his friend, Steve, in Jacob's backyard. They didn't have the outside light on, so I could really only see shadows until they came closer to the streetlight, and I noticed that they were both in only their underwear. I figured they were going to go streaking, and I did not want to miss that opportunity, so I turned off all the lights in my house, and waited by the window to see what developped. They must have chickened out, because not even a minute later, they were back inside. I decided that I should get some sleep and try to not think about my neighbor and his friend, but my mind kept going back to seeing him in his underwear, then the lotion on his table and the tissues. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Over the next several days and weeks, nothing important really happened, but I did find myself spending more time with the neighbors. They were really good people, and before I knew it, it was time for Thanksgiving, and Jacob would be on a break from school. When they saw my car pulling in the driveway around 8PM on Thanksgiving night, Dave came out to greet me. "Hey, James, do you do the whole Black Friday thing?" "Sometimes, yeah" I replied. "Well, we are all going if you wanna join us. There will be some great deals! Wanna meet at midnight and we'll drive?" "Sure, sounds good to me. I'll see you then." Just then, Jacob asked if he could hang out with me until we all left at midnight. Dave said "I'm sure James wants to get a bit of sleep before we head out shopping." I was going to take a nap, but I wanted to spend more time with Jacob, so I said that it didn't matter to me, and that I took a nap after lunch from eating all that turkey, so I was fine. Dave told me to send Jacob back home if he got on my nerves, and with that, Jacob was once again inside my house. This time, he helped himself to a Coke, and took his jacket and shoes off without having to be told. He sat in the living room on the couch, in the same position as before. Just like before, I looked over at him before I sat down and laughed a little. He asked what was so funny, and I told him that I thought it was funny on how just like the last time he was here, his underwear was showing again. As I went to sit down, Jacob pulled the back of his jeans down, so his entire ass was sticking out of his jeans. Covered in black boxerbriefs, it was easy to see that he had a perfect little ass. "Hey, James, is my underwear showing?" He'd say while laughing. "Oh, is that your underwear?" I replied "I thought you just had a very dark ass." laughing back at him. Once he looked back at my after my comment, he said, "no, my butt is really pale. It never sees the sun." and he started pulling down the back of his underwear. Although I didn't get to see all of it, I definitely got to see his entire right cheek, and it was pale, but also beautiful. I snapped myself out of it and said to him. "I'm sure your parents would love to hear that you come over here, get in your underwear, and show off your ass to me." Just then, he got up and dropped his jeans to the floor again, stepped out of them, and said, "my parents don't need to know what I do behind closed doors." ----------------------To be continued ________________ Please feel free to give your comments. Please email any comments, questions, or suggestions to niftystoryteller@gmail.com