Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2012 00:02:41 -0700 (PDT) From: J Martinez Subject: New Teen Neighbor: Chapter 1 I was sitting at my desk on a summer morning, filling out some paperwork when I first noticed the moving van drive up in front of the house next to mine. I had been expecting one to show up for some time, ever since the "SOLD" sticker had been slapped onto the old "For Sale" sign in the front yard. I was actually looking forward to having new neighbors. The previous owner was an elderly woman; kind, but seemingly bored. She must have thought the same, as she found a nice senior citizen community in Palm Springs, put her house on the market, and drove off with an "Hasta luego, Brad!" I can only hope to be that adventurous when I reach my sixties. As you've probably realized, my name is Brad. A successful high school teacher (as successful as they can be) with the last name of Sandburg. Yep. That's me, Brad Sandburg. My parents retired in Hawaii, leaving Florida for a greater paradise. We take turns visiting each other for the holidays. My house is certainly big enough for guests (3 bedrooms), but most of the time it was just me and my golden retrievers, Lucy and Baxter. More about my appearance: I'm happy to say that at 32, I'm in great shape. My gym routine has kept me nicely toned and flat, though without huge muscles. I just like to stay slim. I've got a a slight wave in my light brown hair, which I keep a little long but combed to the side (to look professional at work). 6 feet tall, dark green eyes (wish I had blue), without too much body hair. I've got a light dusting of hair (light brown, almost blonde as well) on my chest, a small love trail, and a decent pubic bush that I keep slightly trimmed (not too much, just enough so it is all the same length). I've got rather bushy armpits, but that hair lies flat, as opposed to the curly bush surrounding my dick. I bet you're all wondering about my cock, am I right? It's a decent tool, almost 7 inches when hard, but not too thick. I'm cut, but like uncut just as much. My balls are of average size, but aren't hairy. The Florida heat makes them hang low and heavy most of the time. I'm proud to say that I tend to shoot large creamy loads, which can travel far if I work my cock right. Anyways, back to the new neighbors. As the moving men started unloading various boxes onto the front lawn, a tall, dark haired woman of about 40 stepped out of the mini van parked behind the truck. From the passenger side, a shorter girl, no older than 20, emerged; this girl could only be the daughter of the first woman. One look their faces, and it was obvious. The van's sliding door opened and out stepped a teenage boy, and I caught my breath. Obviously this young man is the reason there's a story to tell, and boy was he a hot one!Around 15 or 16, he had that slightly-built frame of a boy in puberty who was beginning to develop muscles in all the right places. No traces of facial hair yet, but, as he stretched his body, his tank top and board shorts revealed a small patch of black hair growing under his arms, and hair on his legs. The dark black hair on his head was of medium length (partially covering his ears) and slightly wavy. Unlike the women, he had green eyes, probably like his father. He must have spent some time in the sun, as he had a nice golden tan to his light skin. I felt my cock stir. Dammit. It wasn't that I didn't have sex often. In fact, I had a steady boyfriend throughout college and for some time after, and even had a few casual encounters (safe, mind you) while on vacation. But seeing a man displaying such sign of young masculinity had a way of hardening my cock like nothing else could. There's something about a teen that drives me crazy. Was it the fact that they are charged with testosterone? That they are barely exploring their bodies, and discovering sex? That they are eager to display their manliness and prove they are true males? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that this boy was hot. It wasn't until I finished my paperwork that I looked out the window again. To my surprise, the moving van, along with the movers, had left. I guess they didn't pay for the whole package deal. Instead, the two women and the young man were moving boxes inside on their own. Seeing as how I had finished my work, wanted to get to know them, and that they needed the help, I grabbed a couple of water bottles and headed outside. "Hey there, new neighbors. Would you all like a hand?" I asked, approaching the women. The mother turned around, slightly startled, but her face lit up when she saw me. "My names Brad Sandburg, I live next door to you. I saw that you might need some help moving in. Water?" "Oh, thank you!" she replied as I handed her and her daughter a bottle. She took a swig. "My name's Janice, and this is my daughter Alice." "Nice to meet you, Brad," said Alice, extending a hand. "And this is my son, Jason," she said as the boy emerged from house, having clearly just taken a box inside. "Jason, come meet Brad, the man from next door!" "Hi, nice to meet you. My name's Jason," he said, shaking my hand. Ever had a moment where you could just instantly cream in your pants, hands free? This was that moment. Fortunately, I didn't cream, but man I wanted to. His handshake was nice and firm, and up close I could see that his biceps and chest were nicely defined for a boy his age. His eyes were ever more entrancing up close, and his smile revealed brilliant, white teeth. He had a rather prominent Adam's apple, which explained a voice so deep for a young lad. His straight nose, dark, straight eyebrows, and sculpted jaw made me want to passionately take him right then and there. Fortunately, all I did was say, "Nice to meet you Jason. I'm Brad, I live next door. Care for a water bottle?" "Thanks," he said, and flashed me another grin. Another urge to let loose my load of cum. As he took a large drink of water, his raised arm gave me a glorious view of his spiffy bushes hidden there. The coarse hairs were dark and curly, and his sweat had them damp and stuck to his skin. I got a faint whiff of sweat and crisp deodorant (Old Spice, if my hunch was correct), which made my penis lengthen slightly. Careful, don't get a boner. Careful, don't get a boner. He smiled again, and took another swig. Another whiff of teenage boy. Dammit, getting a boner. In order to distract myself, I turned back to Janice. "So, would you guys like some help?" "That would be wonderful," replied Janice with a side smile. As I helped move them in, Janice told me all about themselves. Her husband, Richard, was in the Navy, which explained why they were here in Jacksonville, Florida. He was currently overseas, with an undetermined return date. Alice, now 18, was going to attend the University of Central Florida in the fall, another incentive for them to leave California behind and move to Florida. While Alice found a part time job over the summer at the local Target, Janice was a culinary artist and managed to find a job before moving. "I'll have to make you dinner one of these days as a thank you for helping," she said I helped her bring in a sofa. "I make a mean shepherd's pie." "Thanks," I said, laughing with her as we put the sofa down. "So what do you do?" she asked, wiping her brow. "I teach Physics at the high school down the street, Blackwood High," I replied. Janice's eyes lit up. "Really? That's wonderful. Jason will be starting his junior year over there. He turns 17 in December." Jason, who had been unpacking some china into a glass cabinet, nodded. "I can't wait to turn 17," he said. "Then I can get my driver's license, finally. I could have gotten it a year ago!" "But you still won't have a car," Alice pointed out, laughing. Jason scowled. I laughed. "Don't worry Jason," I said, "you'll get a car eventually. I didn't have my first car until I was 18. My uncle's old Toyota. Wasn't much of a looker though." Jason grinned. "I don't mind a beat up car, just as long as it runs." He flashed me another smile. My dick was practically aching to be stroked. It wasn't until we had finished bringing everything inside that I noticed something was missing. "Hey," I said, turning to Janice, "where are your mattresses? Did the movers forget them or something?" We brought in bed frames, that I did know. "Oh, no, we didn't see any point in bringing them," she replied. "They were pretty worn and kinda gross, and we figured it'd just be easier to buy some new ones while we're down here." "Oh ok," I said. "But where will you guys sleep?" "We'll kip on the couches for now," answered Alice. "But, there's only room for two," I began. "Don't worry about me," answered Jason. "I can sleep on the floor." "Nonsense, you can stay at my house," I quickly offered. I wanted nothing more than to become friends with this teen, and maybe... "Really?" he said, his eyes lighting up. Despite what he said, I knew he wasn't looking forward to having to sleep on the floor. The floor was tile, after all. He looked at his mother for approval. "Well," began Janice after a moment, "as long as you behave yourself at Mr. Sandburg's, I don't see why not." "Alright!" said Jason, flashing his boner-inducing smile again. We had Chinese for dinner (I knew a great place nearby that delivered) and before I knew it, Jason was packing an overnight bag. "Thanks for everything," said Janice when both of her children were out of earshot. "Jason's been kinda stressed since his father was deployed. It must be hard for him, being the only boy in the house with two girls." "I know what it's like," I told her. "I grew up with three sisters, and my dad was gone for work most of the time. You get used to it." She smiled. "Ready to go," said Jason, who walked in with a backpack slung over his shoulder. He still hadn't changed out of his clothes, as I told him he could shower at my place, and his scent was sightly stronger - the scent of pure young hot male. "Alright, let's roll then." "Alice and I have work tomorrow. Yes, already," she said, seeing the look on our faces. "We'll be out of the house by 9, but here's a key. Don't overstay at Mr. Sandburg's." "Not to worry," I assured her. "It's summer, I don't have to get up for work or anything. We can sleep in." Jason looked delighted. "Thanks for letting me stay over, Mr. Sandburg," said Jason as we walked next door to my place, the sun setting behind us. "Please, call me Brad," I said, leading the way. "At least until school starts. And don't mention it. I wouldn't want to sleep on the floor either." As we walked in, we were greeted by Baxter and Lucy. They gave a few sniffs, and were each patted on the head by Jason, before returning to their large beds in the living room. "This is a pretty nice place, Brad," said Jason, looking around. "Thanks. You can put your stuff on the table for now. I have a guest bedroom, but, to be honest, the sofa is more comfortable than the bed in there." Jason laughed. "Guess I'll be kipping on the couch then," he replied, putting his bag down on the table. "Thanks again for all the help moving." "Don't mention it. Make yourself at home," I answered. As I walked over to my room to get sheets and pillows for him, I added, "The bathroom is down the hall, second door on your right if you'd like to shower." "Alright, cool," I heard him say. "I could use a good shower, I probably stink." Unsure what to say, I just laughed. I heard him go into the bathroom as I entered my room. In my closet I found some extra sheets that I always kept nice and clean, just in case. I also grabbed two extra pillows that I never used, and headed back out to the living room. As I made up a little bed for Jason on the couch, I heard the bathroom door open. "Um Brad? Could I get a towel for my shower, please?" I turned and barely stifled a gasp. Jason was standing in the hallway, the bathroom door ajar, in nothing but a pair of navy blue boxers. His body was absolutely stunning. Without his shirt, I was finally able to fully take in his chest and stomach. With nice pecs and the outline of a six pack starting to form, the boy was as sexy as they come. His torso had the same golden tan as his face and legs did, though his thighs, down to right above his knees, were more pale. He must of spent a lot of time at the beach shirtless in California. His prominent nipples, colored a rich dark brown, were surrounded by a few hairs, and there was a little patch of fur on the center of his chest. The rest of his upper body was smooth until just below his belly button, where a thin love trail started and grew thicker as it disappeared into his boxers. I couldn't help noticing the slight tent in his boxers either. From the looks of it, he was well endowed, and part of me wanted to shuck his underwear off right there and take his cock into my mouth. Fortunately, I snapped back to my senses. "Um, yeah Jason, hang on a sec." I dashed to my room to fetch him a towel from my bathroom. I had completely forgotten that I never store towels in the guest bathroom since I never shower in there. I returned with a fluffy blue towel for Jason. "Thanks Brad," he said with another grin, before turning back into the bathroom and closing the door. As he turned, my eyes were filled with the wonderful vision of his taut back and solid, perky ass. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to empty my aching balls of cum. I hurried to my room, noting that I had to finish dumping my load before Jason finished his shower. Locking the door, I quickly grabbed the bottle of lube I kept inside my nightstand drawer, plopped down on my bed, shucked my pants and boxers off, and grabbed my aching dick with my left hand. My mushroom head was purple and swollen, and a drop of precum oozed from the tip as I gave my cock a nice slow, steady stroke. All 7 inches were rock hard and throbbing. I gave another slow stroke, my dickhead glistening and slick. Finally I began a steady rhythm, each stroke evoking a wave of pleasure in my groin and producing another drop of precum. With my free right hand I lightly fondled my balls, tugging and tickling the heavy orbs, creating a sensation that made me arch my back in bliss. I quickened my pace, eager to build up the pleasure inside me. I thought of Jason; of his sleek, hard chest, his smooth flat stomach, and his presumably large cock. As I tugged at my balls harder, I imagined him on top of me, his hard dick sliding into me, out bodies grinding against each other, our lips pressed together in a passionate embrace. I jacked off my cock harder, paying careful attention to the head; finally, the familiar feeling of my jizz rising through my cock came, and I groaned as I shot load after load of my hot, thick cum onto my face, chest, and stomach. By the 5th shot, my cum was simply oozing into my blonde bush, making the hairs stick to me. I was breathing deeply, having shot a bigger load than usual. I laid there in bed, thinking about Jason. I normally don't eat my cum, but as I sat there, I took a glob that had landed on my cheek and sucked it off my finger, enjoying the salty-sweet flavor. I imagined eating Jason's cum, wondering how good it would taste. Finally I heard the shower stop running, and knew Jason would be out in a few minutes. I removed my cum-soaked shirt and put on a pair of basketball shorts and a wife beater, my usual sleeping attire, before heading out to the living room again. Feel free to e-mail me comments, suggestions, and constructive criticism at blacksneakers42@yahoo.com. This was my first story, and I plan on continuing it, just not sure where I want to go. Tell me what you guys want to happen, and I'll write it.