Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2012 19:36:44 -0800 (PST)
From: J Martinez <blacksneakers42@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Teen Neighbor: Chapter 2

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greatly appreciate your comments and am very truly sorry it took so long to
write another chapter! I would have replied to all of you but I thought my
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	This chapter establishes a real relationship between Jason and
Brad, and ends with a hot scene. I hope this keeps everyone interested for
now. The next chapters should come at a much, much, much faster rate now
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	My balls fell significantly better now that I had emptied them. The
taste of my salty sweet cum still lingering in my mouth, I walked back into
the living room to wait for Jason. I was searching for the remote when he
finally walked in, wearing basketball shorts and socks, but not a shirt.
	Man, it was like he wanted my dick to explode, which, I might add,
was already hardening, despite having just jizzed. The kid made me feel
young again. Well, he wasn't really a kid. He was a young man. But that
just made him all the more sexy.
	"Thanks for letting me shower. I needed that."
	Jason's words brought me back to reality.
	"Oh, it was no problem," I answered. "Like I said, make yourself at
home."
	And next time you shower, invite me in with you, I thought.
	Jason plopped down on the couch and stretched his arms behind his
head, revealing once again the hair underneath. The black bushes were all
spiffy from being washed and toweled dry. I never thought underarm hair
could be so erotic. As he stretched his torso, his muscles became taut and
solid, finally revealing their true definition. To distract myself, I went
searching for the remote again.
	After finally finding it under the sofa, where no doubt one of my
dogs hid it, I turned the TV onto some comedy that was playing on TBS.
	"Do you have any idea what show this is?" I asked him, starting a
conversation.
	"No clue," he said, with a shrug. "I don't really watch that much
TV. I watch Law and Order and Family Guy on Netflix, but that's basically
it."
	"Two of my favorite shows," I said with a grin.
	"Really? You watch Family Guy?"
	"Yeah, I think it's pretty funny. Why?" I asked, wondering why that
was so weird.
	"I don't know, I guess it's cause you're a teacher," he answered,
with a slightly embarrassed grin on his face. (Fuck, even that was cute.)
"Family Guy is kinda inappropriate sometimes. I guess I sorta thought all
teachers stayed away from that stuff." I laughed.
	"Well, in the classroom, yes," I said, "but we do lead normal lives
when we go home. If you wind up having me as a physics teacher in the fall,
you'll see that I'm basically the same ol' Brad when I teach. Except people
call me Mr. Sandburg instead."
	"It'd be really cool to have you as a teacher, but I won't. I took
physics already, I think they're going to put me in chemistry."
	"You're probably right," I said, slightly disappointed that he
wouldn't be my student. But, a second later, my thoughts changed. If he
doesn't have to be my student, he's more likely to open up to me as a
friend. This could work. That was totally my cock thinking, and I was
liking its ideas....
	"I'm not looking forward to it," continued Jason, in a grim
tone. "I really liked physics, and even biology. But chemistry's never been
my thing."
	"It's a tough subject if you don't really like it," I answered,
agreeing with him. "I can tutor you though if you ever need help. I
remember having to take chemistry in college. My first thoughts were, `This
class is fucking shit.' "
	"Wow, that's so weird," said Jason, laughing. Even his laugh was
deep, smooth, masculine. Fuck, this kid has me wrapped around his finger
and he doesn't even know it!  "I've never heard a teacher swear before," he
continued. "Well, no I have, but not so openly."
	"Oh, sorry," I said, laughing too. I didn't realize what I had
said, actually. "See what I mean? I'm just a normal guy outside the
classroom. I promise you won't hear me say that out loud during school. At
least, you shouldn't."
	"If I do, I won't say anything," he said. "As long as you don't get
mad at me for cussing."
	"You can cuss in front of me," I answered with a yawn, "but I
wouldn't recommend it in front of other teachers. Some of them are pretty
uptight. And it's not always the ones you'd think be uptight about it."
	"You're not uptight about anything really, are you?" he asked with
that sexy smile of his.
	"Nope," I answered happily. "I'm pretty chill. I hope it's not
weird that I used the word `chill'. I can't always keep up with the new
lingo you kids use."
	Jason laughed again, and that turned into a yawn. That caused me to
yawn. It was late, and we were pretty tired from moving crap all
afternoon. I decided to call it a night.
	"I'm going to bed now. Here's the remote, feel free to watch TV
until whenever. Don't worry, you don't have to leave anytime soon
tomorrow. Sleep in, alright? Guys your age need rest."
	"Thanks, Brad. I appreciate it." He yawned again. "I won't be up
much longer, I'm pretty tired myself." And with that, I went to my room and
knocked the fuck out.
 
***

	I woke up sometime later in the middle of the night; I had to piss
pretty badly. I looked over at the clock: 1:34 a.m. Damn. As I got out of
bed, I noticed how hot I was. My forehead was damp with sweat. Florida
summer nights were pretty miserable sometimes. I shucked off my wife beater
and basketball shorts, and headed to my bathroom to take a leak. It wasn't
until I was done shaking my cock and tucking it safely back into my boxer
briefs that I heard the TV on in the living room.
	Jason must've fallen asleep while it was on and didn't wake up to
turn it off. No big deal. I decided to go turn it off for him, and so I
wouldn't needlessly raise my electric bill. I started down the hallway;
when I reached the end of the hall, I couldn't believe my eyes.
	Jason was lying on the couch, boxers and shorts on the floor,
furiously beating his cock. His body was covered in a light sweaty sheen,
his hair was clinging to his forehead, and his eyes were closed in
pleasure. He was softly moaning. With his free hand, he reached down
towards his balls; his legs opened wider to give him access as he started
fondling the hairy orbs.
	Holy fuck. This beautiful young lad was stroking his dick on my
couch. I stood there, completely transfixed, my own dick quickly growing
hard and starting to leak. Jason's dick was cut and it seemed to be only a
inch or so shorter than mine. It was surrounded by a glorious bush of
black, coarse, curly hair, which extended down over his balls. Jason's
strokes were getting faster, more desperate in an attempt to cum. All the
muscles in his body were contracting in rhythmic movements to match the
timing of his strokes. I saw a bead of sweat form on his forehead, and
slowly trickle down the side of his face. The hairs on his chest were damp
and clung to his body, and his nipples were taut and solid in the hotness
of the moment. Suddenly, Jason's moans turned into soft groans, his pace
quickened, the scent of his hot, sweaty body became stronger; he was about
to cum.
	At least, he was going to until he opened his eyes and saw me.
	"Oh fuck!" he shouted, panic stricken. He quickly pulled a blanket
to cover his lower half. I had to say something, fast.
	"Jason, it's ok-"
	"Shit Brad, I'm sorry!"
	"No, Jason, it's ok, really-"
	"Holy fuck, this is so embarrassing! How long were you standing
there?!"
	"Just a second or two, I hardly saw-"
	"Fuck, man, I'm sorry Brad! I didn't mean to-"
	"Jason!" I said, finally resorting to raise my voice to calm him
down. "Look, it's ok. I get it. You were jacking off. That's ok. Guys do
it. I'm not at all mad."
	"You're-you're not?" asked Jason, slightly shocked. His breathing
was slowly returning to normal at least.
	"No, I'm not. It's a bit of a shock, catching another guy do it,
but it's a natural thing to do," I said, somewhat awkwardly. Jason began to
looked relieved, finally. He grinned sheepishly
	"It's just....pretty fucking embarrassing to get caught," he said,
finally looking me in the eye. I laughed. "Like....damn. Nothing like this
has ever happened to me before. It was really hot, so I took off my shorts,
and before I knew it, my boxers were off too. Shit...I'm still
embarrassed."
	"I'd be too. Don't worry about it though. It is pretty hot. I can
see how that happened. Sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on you. I just heard
the TV on, and came to turn it off. You were pretty into it, I was gonna go
back to my room and just let you finish, but you saw me." I said all of
this in a nervous rush, especially that last part. Then I took a seat next
to him on the couch.
	"Er, you were really going to let me finish?" he asked.
	"Yeah, of course. By the way you were going at it, must've been
ages ago, the last time you unleashed a load."
	Jason was slightly startled by my words.
	"Um, yeah it has been a long time. But...how could you tell....?"
	"I told you before Jason, I'm a regular guy. And regular guys
masturbate, or jack off, whatever you like to say. And I can tell when a
guy's gotten desperate." He chuckled.
	"So...you jack off too?" asked Jason, another sheepish grin
creeping onto his face.
	"Hell yeah!" I said, and we both laughed. "I may be a teacher, but
I'm also man. I think about sex just as much as you teenagers do. I stroke
my dick at least a couple of times of week. That's the beauty of living
alone. I can do it whenever I feel like it."
	"That's pretty cool," he said. "That you jack off, I mean. Sorry, I
bet that sounds weird."
	"Not at all." He smiled.
	"Thanks for being cool about it," he continued. "I...haven't had a
lot of privacy lately....what with the move and all. And being with two
women makes its really awkward. I can't talk to them about this shit. Or
about a lot of things, really."
	"I know what you mean," I said, nodding my head. "I grew up with
only sisters. It's weird sometimes, being the only male child. But you live
with it. You can always talk to me, you know, about whatever. Kids at
school do. It's amazing what I hear sometimes."
	"I bet you've never heard someone tell you `I'm so horny from not
jacking off in two weeks,'" said Jason with a laugh.
	"Two weeks?! Is that how long it's been?" I asked incredulously.
	"Yep. Two, very fucking long weeks."
	"Shit, no wonder you were going at it. Sorry I walked in, your
balls must be aching." We laughed. That's when I noticed a tent in the
blanket covering Jason's crotch. I decided to take a chance.
	"It looks like you're ready to go again though," I said with a
chuckle. Jason turned red and tried to cover his hard on with his hand.
	"Sorry, it does that sometimes."
	"I remember those days. It still happens, you know. To men my age."
	"Really?"
	"Yeah, take a look for yourself. It's happening right now."
	I wasn't sure what made me say it, but I did.
	I stood up so Jason could see the clear outline of my dick bulging
in my boxer briefs. Except he didn't know that he was the very reason I had
such a hard dick at the moment.
	"Wow. Doesn't it....erm....hurt, having your dick restrained in
boxer briefs?" he asked, turning slightly red from asking such a question.
	"Only if I let it stay hard for a very long time," I answered,
sitting back down. "Interesting question, by the way. Since I jack off
pretty often, that rarely happens. I'm probably going to go take care of
this right now. Care to join me?"
	Did those words just come out of my mouth?
	Fuck, they did.
	Jason eyes flashed open in utter surprise.
	"Er, really? You want me to...jack off with you?"
	"Sure, we're both guys. We both have a boner that's killing us. And
everything that happens here, stays here. I wouldn't dream of telling
anyone your personal business." My heart was beating extremely hard at this
point.
	"Wow, thanks Brad. Sure. Jacking off sounds pretty fucking good
right now."
	My heart felt a sigh of relief. I was afraid I'd scare him off,
weird him out, but instead he was ready to go. It was almost too good to be
true.
	"Great. C'mon, let's go to my room."
	Jason quickly put his boxers back on and followed me down the
hallway.
	As soon as we got into my room, I jumped onto my bed and grabbed a
remote. I had a plan to make this run as smoothly as possible. My brain was
in overdrive.
	"Here, you can sit on the other side of the bed," I said, as Jason
looked around a little nervously. He plopped himself down next to me.
	"What's with the TV? What are we going to - oh shit!"
	I had put on one of those channels that shows porn in the late
hours of the night. On my TV screen were two busty blondes getting fucked
in some frat house by two hot guys with dicks much larger than mine.
	"I thought this would make things more interesting. Bet you don't
get to watch this at home, do you?"
 "Never! Fuck, this is
awesome," said Jason, a huge smile plastered on his face. It was ever
teenage boy's dream to watch the best porn as freely as one wanted. "My
friends would kill to see this hot shit on the big screen." I laughed.
	"Well you have all summer to watch the best stuff here."
	Jason's smile couldn't have gotten any bigger.
	"This is fucking great. Thanks Brad."
	"Don't mention it," I said with a grin. "Which chick is hotter? The
one getting it doggystyle, or the chick on her back?"
	"Definitely the girl getting it doggy," answered Jason, after a
moment. "Her moans sound more real." I had to laugh at that.
	We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, watching the college
studs pound away at their dates. Once or twice, I heard Jason utter, "Fuck,
that's hot." The tent in his boxers was huge, as was mine. He had on hand
on his crotch, tapping his fingers and squeezing his dick every so often. I
decided to make the first move.
	"I can't keep these on any longer," I said, shucking off my
underwear. "Ah, freedom. Much better," I said, giving my dick a
squeeze. Jason was mesmerized.
	"Don't be shy," I said. "It's not like I haven't seen it before."
The humor of the moment eased his tension. Jason put his thumbs in the
waistband of those navy boxers, lifted his ass, and shucked them off as
well. He threw them at the foot of the bed, next to mine.
	Up close, his cock was magnificent. I silently complimented my
guessing skills; his dick was about 6 inches, only an inch shorter than
mine, and just as thick. The round, mushroom head was red from being hard
for so long, and pre-cum coated the tip and was dripping along the side of
his dick. His balls were smaller than mine, but had just as much hair. I
could smell the dried pre-cum from earlier. The scent of his Old Spice body
wash mixed in with the scent of sweaty teenage boy, just like it had
earlier in the day. The musk coming from around his ballsack was
invigorating, but faint, and when he put his hand behind his head the smell
of crisp deodorant and sweat was pushed into the air.
	It was so fucking good.
	As I silently inhaled, my own dick pulsed, releasing a drop of
clear fluid.
	"Damn, you're really into this, aren't you?" said Jason in a
teasing voice, after noticing my cock leak.
	"You're pretty into it yourself," I retorted, "your cock's like a
faucet. Nice dick, by the way."
	"Thanks," said Jason, grinning at the unexpected compliment. "I
mean, uh, it's not as big as yours is, or anything. Yours is nicer."
	"Thanks, but mine's not too much bigger. Yours will probably grow
bigger than mine eventually."
	"You think so?" asked Jason, a hopeful gleam in his eye.
	"Yeah," I answered. "Hang on. I have something we can use."
	I reached into my nightstand taking out a bottle of lube
again. Only this time, it was one of those lubes that warms up as you use
it. It was hard to find a warming one I could use on my dick, so I save it
for special occasions. If this wasn't special, I don't know what is.
	"Ever use lube before?" I asked.
	"Just my own spit."
	"In that case, you're in for a treat."
 I opened the
bottle and poured some directly on his dick. He gently wrapped his fist
around it and gave it a few strokes. He shuddered.
	"Damn, this feels nice. Wow, Brad, that stuff's great."
	"Yeah, it's my favorite." The sight of him stroking his dick, and
the gentle slurping sounds it made, nearly put me over the edge. I lubed up
my own cock and started stroking.
	We sat there in silence again, watching the two blondes getting
fucked. The two guys had switched girls, and one girl was getting fucked in
the ass while the other was riding her guy's cock cowgirl style. The moans
of all four mingled with one another. Soon, Jason and I started moaning
with them.
	I paid special attention to the sensitive spot underneath my dick
head; my eyes always rolled back when I flicked that spot. I touched my
balls, moaning as the lube warmed them up. Beside me, Jason was back to
squeezing his sack, tugging at his cock at the same time. He was really
into it, and his moaning was starting to grow louder. That turned me on
even more. We were getting close.
	"Hey, Jason. Every time I jack off to a porno, I try and cum right
when the guy on screen cums. It's a little game I do. Wanna try it with
me?"
	"Yeah, sure Brad. I'm up for a challenge," he answered, with a
grin. Fuck, that grin was cuter ever time.
	"Good, cause a challenge it might be. They're really close."
	It was true. The guys had stopped fucking their bitches and were
standing, while the chicks, on their knees, stroked their dicks, mouths
open, obviously waiting for a facial of some sort. Pornos were all about
the cumshots. Suddenly the blonde jock cried out, and shot his load all
over that chick's face.
	"Fuck, that guy shot already. The other guy's next. He can't be far
behind."
	"Fuck, that's hot. Shit, the other guy's about to cum. I'm not
ready to shoot yet-"
	"C'mon you can do it," I said.
	And with that, I reached over and grabbed hold of Jason's cock with
my free hand, and started furiously stroking him. His dick was velvety and
hot. I don't know what I was thinking. Well, in fact, I wasn't thinking at
all. All I knew was that I needed to feel Jason's cock, wanted him to feel
the pleasure of another person's touch. Boy, did he feel pleasure.
	"Holy shit!" he said, shivering as I worked his dick. "Oh fuck,
Brad, that feels good! Shit, shit, I'm close, I'm gonna shoot soon-"
	"Let it loose, Jason, the guy's about to cum-"
	I stroked both our cocks furiously, hoping to make us both jizz at
the same time as the brown haired porn star on TV. Jason clenched his fists
around the bed sheets, his moaning now louder than mine. His chest was
heaving, covered in sweat, as his breath became sharp and rapid.  His eyes
were shut tight as he gasped in pleasure, going feral as I massaged his
dick using all the talent I had. I swiped my thumb underneath his dick
head. He shivered. His special spot was the same as mine.
	Suddenly the college stud on the TV shouted "Oh fuck!" and shot a
huge, creamy load all over that chick's face and tongue. That put Jason
over the edge.
	"Oh shit, Brad, I'm about to cum, I'm gonna shoot. Fuck, here it
comes-"
	His toes curled, his muscles flexed, and his whole body became
rigid; I felt his cock swell and pulse, then finally erupt, spurting his
pearly white cream onto his chin, his chest. The third and fourth shots
landed on his abs, and slowly dripped into a creamy pool over his belly
button, completely coating the soft black hairs of his love trail.
	Well this whole sight set off my own orgasm. As soon as Jason
started shooting, I felt my own balls tighten, my slick cock tingle, and my
whole body explode with pleasure as I shot string after string of cum all
over myself. It had been years since I had an orgasm that good, that
fulfilling. My own breath was slightly ragged, my groin was tingling all
over, and my chest and belly hairs were slimy with my own cream. My first
shot nearly reached my chin; it slowly dribbled down my pec, and clung to
my nipple.
	Jason was panting slowly beside me, the aftermath of his orgasm
slowly ebbing away. We were both sweating in the Florida heat, and the
smell of musk and cum filled the room. We sat there for a moment, letting
the euphoria of a great orgasm fade away.
	"Fuck, that was great," said Jason, as the credits for the porno
began to roll. He was smiling ear to ear.
	"Yeah, it was," I said, smiling as well.
	"Hey, um, thanks for the help," he said, turning slightly red
again. "It felt really awesome, having you stroke me."
	"I thought it would," I said with a chuckle. "Was that the first
time anyone's ever touched your dick?"
	"Yeah, it was," he answered, embarrassed at having to admit he
lacked sexual experience.
	"Lucky you. I didn't find anyone to touch my dick until I was in
college," I offered. "It's a whole lot of fun, though." We laughed.
	We sat there for a few minutes, watching the very last of the
credits go by. I was about to hop out of bed and get us some towels to
clean up with, when Jason's voice broke my thoughts.
	"Hey, Brad, can I ask you something?"
	"Jason, we just jacked off together. You can ask me anything you
want." He grinned.
	"Well, when we were watching that porno, were you....were watching
the girls more, or....or were you watching the guys? Those jocks?"
	Well, fuck. That wasn't the question I was expecting. I guess it
might've been obvious who I was watching more. But that meant he would've
had to watch me closely. Did he? I wasn't expecting that either. But what I
was expecting even less were the his words that followed, before I could
answer.
	"I hope you say the guys. Cause I was really into them....and I
think you were too. I think you're hot for men, just like I'm hot for
them. Am I, am I right?"
	I looked over at Jason, his face anxiously awaiting my answer. He
knew that my answer could change a lot of things right now. But his words
were the best words I had ever heard in my entire life.
	"Yeah, Jason, you're right. Those guys, they were pretty fucking
hot."
	We both started laughing at the absurdity of this moment. Then, and
I swear I have no fucking idea why this happened, but I kissed Jason.
	I pulled him close to me and placed his lips on mine. I felt his
body tense up in shock, and then melt into mine. I pulled him on top of me,
our cum mixing between our sweaty bodies.
	At that moment, I knew I was in love. And, quite possibly, in a
giant mess.