Date: Thu, 03 Mar 2022 04:23:12 +0000
From: Dickson Hill <Dicksonhill@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Neighbor Dad (chapter 1) - gay (adult/youth)

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The Neighbor Dad (Chapter 1)


My name is James, not Jim, not Jimmy, James, James Allen Keane. I don't
care about being called James, but my mother pitches a fit if she hears
anything other than that. I don't get why she would name me James if she
didn't know people would call me Jim. But that is neither here nor
there, I am James. I am 12 in the fall but I am pretty big for my age. I
frequently get mistaken for older.


My best friend lives next door. She is a she, a girl. Everyone says
we'll get married when we grow up, we both know different, we're like
siblings, yuck. She likes a boy, Brian, we are friends with, but we
don't tell our parents. I haven't started liking girls yet, well not
like that anyway, I mean Kay is my best friend after all. Kay and I are
nearly inseparable. When she ran away last year, they knew she was at my
house. We frequently sleep over at each other's house, but recently we
have been made to sleep in separate rooms, because we are "growing up"
they say, whatever that means.


My parents are pretty nice, a little strict, but I really like them. I
look like my mom, I'm blonde with dark blue eyes and a little on the
thin side, but that may be because I am so active. I have recently hit a
new growth spurt, that's when they said we had to sleep in separate
rooms. Kay, short for Katherine, she gets to use her short name by the
way, looks like her dad, dark, short hair, pale skin and brilliant green
eyes. She is taller than me, she hit her growth spurt a year ago.


Our teachers learned a long time ago that we shouldn't sit together in
class, we giggle all day. But we are both good students, always at the
top of the class, so we get away with it. Some guy called me an asshole
once, I was going to deck him, but Kay beat me to it. The boy didn't
tell anyone, because he didn't want to have it known a girl floored him,
he eventually became our friend anyway, Kay later developed a crush on
him. We all hang out everyday.


Our families are very close as well, even before we were born, they were
close. My mother and Mrs. Panetti, Kay's mom, were even in the hospital
with us at the same time, though just by a day, Kay is a week older than
me.


Dad, Patrick, is a fireman and is gone frequently to stay his shift at
the firehouse. He is active and involved and helps me a great deal with
my homework when he is able. I can ride my bike to see him if I need to
when he is on duty. Mom, Natalie, and Mrs. Panetti, Deborah, both work in
a doctor's office together. Their boss is our pediatrician. Dr. Klaus, a
very nice man. Mr. Panetti, Micheal, is a police officer, a detective
really. He works late some nights but is frequently home during the day.


The Panettis are like second parents to me, I can equally expect to be
disciplined by them as my own parents when I misbehave, which thankfully
isn't often.


Our families vacation together, barbecue together, go to Mass together
and do holidays together. In effect, I am like the Panetti's son, and
Kay, my parent's daughter. This all to explain how close we really are,
and yet there is so much we don't know about each other.


This story is about finding some of those things out.


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Today is the type of day that takes too long and has nothing waiting as a
reward for the effort it takes to get through it. Kay and I have nothing
to giggle about. Each second passing feels like 10. Having finished our
tests, and the dire warning to keep silent while others finish thiers,
gave us no diversion besides of course counting the 600 seconds per
minute. If I were to look over at Kay, I know I would end up in a giggle
fit. The boredom that would be playing across her face would make me
laugh. I instead tried to read, not for the first time, "Time and
Again" by Ryan Travis.


I guess I dazed out, thinking about nothing memorable, "Pencils down,
pass your papers forward, don't forget your names on the paper." Just
as the bell sounds, brings me back to reality and a slug on the arm from
Liz. Scrapping chairs and the sudden chittering excitement kids, covers
my yelp.


I look up to see Liz smiling and shouldering her bag. "Let's get out of
here, finally."


We quickly make our way to the gym to begin our baseball practice. I like
that we have the only girl in the league, she is a starter and plays
first base to my shortstop. We frequently practice a scoop and throw to
put people out at first. We make a great pair, I am the better hitter,
but she has a better run record than me, she takes more risks. Brian
plays outfield.


We are in a pretty big league. We live in a pretty big city, so there are
a lot of teams to play, we are doing pretty well this year, but we won't
make it to the playoffs, which is fine with me, I'm already done with
with baseball this year, and I don't want to get stuck playing my summer
away in the playoffs. To be fair, I am a decent player, and I do and
would work hard for my team, but I hate the heat and don't want to sweat
through the summer if I don't have to. I wouldn't tell Kay that though,
she is gung-ho, mainly because Brian is, and she wants to see him a lot.
She still hasn't told him she likes him like that yet. I just roll my
eyes.


The practice goes pretty well, Brian and Kay start a water fight at the
end, much to the chagrin of the parents waiting to load their kids into
their cars to take them home. I do a pretty good job of out running them
both and remaining fairly dry, until my new gangly legs decide to betray
me and I tumble to the ground only to see two gloating shadows block out
the sun as they stand over me and soak me with their water bottles.


"Gotcha," Kay trills with laughter.


"Not so fast huh, asshole?" Brian never stopped calling me,
"asshole", but it was affectionate and an in-joke to us.


I jumped up and threw myself at both of them in the orange tinted dirt,
pulling them both to the ground, and wrestled them both to the ground. We
all screamed in laughter until the coach yelled at us.


"You had better be able to get all that red dirt outta your uniforms
before the game this weekend or next practice you all will be doing
laps."


"Great, way to go Jimmy," Kay derided me with the forbidden name.


"Don't blame me Kitty" she hated being called that, "you started it,
and you just weren't man enough to stop me." She stuck her tongue out
at me as she began to pivot, swinging her arm back.


"Yeah, well if we have to run laps next week, we all will regret it,"
Brian, the odd "diplomat" of our group sighed.


Kay slugged me for calling her Kitty, "Don't worry boys, this ain't
our first mud fight in these things and we ain't had to run laps yet."
She spit on the ground using her bully impression for inflection, then
dropped it to add with a shrug, "But mom did say she'd tan our asses if
we got our uniforms this dirty again."


There came a recognizable double beep from a car horn, which caused us to
turn to look and then run to gather our stuff to get our ride home.


"Seeya Saturday Coach!" we called out as we three made toward Kay's
dad's SUV.


"Hold up," he called through an open window, "put these under you
before you get in," he laughed when he saw us passing us towels, "Oh
your asses are toast, when your mom sees you Kay, and you too James."


I opened the front passenger door and arranged my towel before getting
in. Kay wanted to sit in the back with Brian, I knew. Mr. Panetti patted
my knee when I got in.


"How was practice?" he asked, smiling at me and then looking in the
mirror to look at Kay and Brian.


"It was great, until Jimmy-boy started a water fight and then tackled us
to the ground to get us dirty."


"Kay, you know it's James, and I'd bet you a week of chores, our
James, wouldn't be so ungentlemanly as that." He winked down at me.


I smiled appreciatively up at him and winked back.


He put the car in gear and took off to Brian's house.


"He's no gentleman, I could tell you some things." She hinted but of
course didn't offer anything else.


"Oh?" he lifted an eyebrow at me, with a crooked smile.


I blushed, which I'm sure he took as a confession as he chuckled.


He put his large hand on my thigh and squeezed, "Pretty sure no lady
would bust her best friend like that either, huh buddy." He left his
hand on my thigh.


"I ain't no lady," she snorted in her best bully voice.


"WE KNOW!" all three guys shot back, and laughed having got the better
of her for once.


The rest of the trip was spent in loud friendly banter, each of us trying
to either get the better of the others or trying to keep the advantage.


I was off my game though, as Mr. Panetti's hand still on my thigh took
up a lot of my available brain space.


We dropped Brian off. Mr. Panetti called out the window to have Brian's
mom call if she had trouble getting the mud out of the uniform. Brian
thanked us for the ride and assured us he'd see us at school tomorrow.
We then headed for home.


"James, you'll have to clean up at our place, the moms are out and your
dad was called to go in for the evening for some reason or other."


"I don't have any clothes over there."


"We'll get them and then you can get cleaned up."


We pulled into the Panetti's garage but went over to my house to get a
change of clothing. Mr. Panetti went in with me while Kay went in to
start to get changed. He followed me up to my room. I stashed my baseball
glove and shoes.


"I'll get your clothes so you don't get all that dirt all over your
clean clothes."


Mr. Panetti went and began to pull some clothes from my dresser. He was
like a second dad to me so he knew where my things were kept. He pulled
out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and then went to my under-garment
drawer. He began to go through the drawer, touching my underwear. I
don't know why, but for some reason, I felt a little flushed watching
him touch my underwear. He pulled a pair of white briefs. And handed the
lot to me to stash in the duffle bag I picked up for this very reason. We
turned and began our way back to his house.


"No more cartoon undies I see."


"Nah, those are for kids."


"Do you only wear briefs?"


"Yeah, I don't like the way boxers leave me all loose, ya know?" I
realized I was talking about my junk to Mr. Panetti and blushed.


He chuckled. "Yes I know, I don't like everything all loosey goosey
down there."


I unconsciously looked over at the not insignificant bulge in his khaki
covered crotch, and quickly looked away. I felt my heart flutter for a
second.


I walked the rest of the way quicker to stay ahead of Mr. Panetti. Once
in the house I actually didn't know where to go. The hall bathroom would
be taken by Kay, I couldn't sit on anything, or I wouldn't sit down for
a week, so I just stood awkwardly.


I of course could have just gone in and showered with Kay last year, but
since we were "growing up", that wasn't allowed anymore, and I'm not
sure I wanted to be naked with her anymore anyway.


Mr. Panetti came to my rescue, "You can just use my shower this once,
but get undressed in the shower and hand your clothes out to me, no need
giving Deb a chance to scream about her rug now is there?"


I was hesitant, "Umm, I could just wait for Kay to be done."


"Nonsense, no need, it's not a bother if that is what you are worried
about."


"I guess." I was reluctant to change in front of him. Sure he had seen
me in the nude before, but I had been changing down there lately, and I
was a bit shy about it now.


I shuffled off to his bathroom, with him following. I stepped into his
shower and pulled off my shirt. I had left my shoes and socks back at
home so I turned away from Mr. Panetti, who was holding my shirt and
waiting for the rest.


"Are you suddenly shy James?"


"Umm, yeah, I guess."


"Let me guess, puberty finally found you, am I right?"


I flared a full body bright red and replied with a small quiet, "Yes."


"I remember when the puberty fairy hit me with his wand," he sat on the
toilet facing me, "I felt so awkward and ugly. I remember a lot of
negative emotions and doubts, so let me tell you." He reached over and
grabbed my hand, turning me toward him. "It's not fun, my dad couldn't
be there for me, he had already passed, but I know your dad is there, and
I will always be here too, you are my heart-son. No guy will ever ask,
but every guy needs to hear it, you are a handsome lad, you may be going
through changes, but you will come out the other side, if you are like
your dad, a tall handsome good man. Now get out of that uniform." He
reached around and smacked my bottom and gave me a kind smile. He turned
around though to give me my privacy. I slipped off my uniform pants and
then my cup and jockstrap. I covered myself as best as I coud and let him
know he could take the rest of my clothes. He didn't turn around, just
reached behind and grabbed my things.


I pulled the curtain shut and started the shower as he left. I let the
warm water wash over me as I stretched my muscles out under the relaxing
stream. I quickly washed my hair and the rest of my body, but took a
little extra time as I once again wondered at the rapid changes in my
groin.


I had noticed that my foreskin was getting looser along with the growth
in the shaft of my dick. I pulled at very fine hairs that were starting
to grow and hefted the weight of my suddenly droopy ballsack.


I obviously knew what to expect, but it was still new to me and seemed to
be happening overnight. I knew Kay had begun her changes last year, and
she frequently complained about wearing a sports bra.


I checked under my arms again and felt the light presence of hair there
too. I had nothing on my chest and no peach fuzz on my face. I guess I
was just at the beginning of puberty,


I got out of the shower and dried off, I got dressed and went off to find
the others. Kay was showered and cleaned and watching T.V., Mr. Panetti
emerged from the laundry room, having put our uniforms in to wash. I
settled in the middle of the couch, Kay took a big comfy chair, Mr.
Panetti came and sat by me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me
into his side, we watched a movie. I found myself snuggling into Mr.
Panetti's side and drifting off to sleep.


I slowly came around to a nice feeling as Mr. Panetti lightly ran his
finger tips up and down my side from my ribs to my hip. I stretched and
sighed, I smiled up at him. I suddenly realized my dick was stiff. I was
pretty sure that Mr. Panetti could see if he had looked, so I moved my
hand to cover myself.


Mr. Panetti whispered, "Don't worry, I saw, it's ok, it happens to us
all, and it's nothing to be embarrassed about." He held me tighter,
reassuring me through touch.


I moved my hand, still feeling self-conscious but wanting to show I
understood.


"Atta-boy, it happens to us all."


I looked over and saw that he was sporting a hardon as well. I was
suddenly very awake, and stunned. I had that flushed feeling again but
now my stomach was fluttering, I couldn't move my eyes from his bulge.
His khakis tented up toward his hip and seemed impossibly large and
lengthy, I could have sworn I saw it twitch a bit before, wide eyed, I
was able to look up into his eyes and catch a wink from him.


"Told you." He patted my rump.


I felt tingly and panicky all at once, my stomach sending signals that
both excited me and scared me. I didn't know what this was, but I knew I
liked being close to Mr. Panetti in this way. I snuggled in closer. He
left his hand on my bottom.


Kay began to get restless soon thereafter. Mr. Panetti placed a cushion
over his lap, I took the hint and curled my legs to cover up my
condition, just in time to feel the air shift and catch Kay jumping over
the couch to land on top of us. She tried to take us both on but swiftly
turned to attacking just me. She called for father to help her, and he
answered her call. He began tickling and pinching me while Kay punched at
me while all I could do was defend and laugh.


That's where Mrs. Panetti found us. She laughed with us while we settled
down.


"Your mom is home now James, you'd better get going before she comes to
find you."


"Thanks Mrs. Pantti, my uniform is in the wash. I'll come back and get
it tonight." She gave me a look with a raised eyebrow. I scampered
toward the door before she could ask about how they got dirty, but not
before turning to Mr. Panetti and thanking him for everything and smiling
at him hurried away.


Once home I quickly greeted my mom and told her about my uniform. Dad
joined us later, complaining about the new schedule, stating that he
would be doing a double shift back to back. He hugged me and kissed my
head before we sat down for dinner. We chatted about our respective
days.


I did the dishes, and before going to bed informed my parents that I had
to go get my uniform and that the Panetti's were expecting me. I got
permission to go and mom called over to Mrs. Panetti to verify I got
there safely, which of course turned into a long conversation.


I knocked on the door. Kay greeted me, we joked around for a bit, until
Mrs. Panetti hollered that my mom was waiting for me to come home. I
sighed and rolled my eyes causing Kay to giggle. I asked where my uniform
was, she stated her dad had it upstairs in his room and told me he just
went up when he heard me knocking. She went to finish her homework and
said she'd see me tomorrow.


I made my way upstairs and heard the shower running. I went into his room
to look for the uniform but couldn't find it. His bathroom door was
open. I peeked in and noticed my uniform on the sink, folded. I then
noticed that the shower curtain wasn't fully closed and instinctively
pulled back so I wouldn't get caught where I shouldn't be.


But I caught a glimpse of his backside appearing from behind the curtain.
I pulled back into the shadow of his room and stood staring at his bottom
as bent forward his hands reached back to cleanse himself, but as his
hand was back there, he grunted. I felt lightheaded. I could hear some
rhythmic slapping of water in the shower and a low moan. He stayed bent
over, his hand on his butt continued to wash, apparently very deeply. I
was very curious, and stepped closer. There was a shift in the shower. I
continued to breathlessly watch, I heard deep breathing and the beating
water speeding up. It built to a fever and ended in a crescendo of moans
and quick breath, and then the slapping water stopped, Mr. Panetti
straightened up. He obviously spun around in the shower, because his rear
end disappeared and I caught a flash of his very large dick. I must have
caught my breath.


"James? Are you there?"


I was caught. "Yes sir."


"Good," the curtain opened up, "your clothes are over there." He
pointed to the sink, but I didn't follow his finger. My eyes were caught
on a furiously red and plump but not erect dick. He stepped out toward
me.


I felt like throwing up my stomach was flipping so much. My brain said
move but my feet stayed planted. Mr. Panetti reached for a towel and
began to dry his hair, the motion made his dick swing back and forth. It
was like a hypnotist's watch, I was mesmerized. I fought the stupor and
pulled my vision to his face. He was seemingly oblivious to the effect he
was having on me.


"Why not come in and get your uniform."


My feet moved almost against my will. I shuffled over to wear the uniform
lay. I kept facing him like his dick would strike like a snake. I became
aware of his body, he was mostly toned, he was very furred from his chest
to his groin and thighs. His dick still plump enough to stick out over
some very loose balls. He continued to dry off in front of me, we both
were aware that we weren't talking.


"Umm, my jockstrap, it's not here." I had to break the tension.


"Oh really?" He stepped closer and looked over my shoulder. "Do you
have another?"


"Yes."


"Ok, fair trade then."


"What?"


"I'll look and see if it got into some other laundry."


I could feel the heat from his body, he was so close. I could feel my
dick straining in my shorts. I was feeling hot and tingly. I wanted
something but I didn't know what. I turned as he stepped back away from
me. He walked into his room and turned on the light as he went into his
drawers and pulled out a pair of underwear. He turned away from me and
bent to put them on. In doing so he exposed his asshole to me when he
bent over. Again I was surprised but kept looking. His hole looked a
little swollen and dark pink. Pulling up his briefs, he turned and knelt
in front of me.


"You look a little flushed," he felt my forehead, "are you ok?"


I wasn't, I was fairly vibrating with feelings and emotions. Flight won
over fight and I sprinted from the room, down the stairs and out the
door.


I made it to my room panting and threw my uniform on the bed. My head was
spinning, my pants were tight. I went and stood in front of my mirror and
lowered my shorts. My dick was twitching madly with the beat of my heart.
My foreskin pulled back all the way for the first time in my awareness. I
touched my twitching dick and and almost pulled back just from the
intense heat and the very pleasurable feeling the touch elicited, I
grunted and instinctually pulled my hips away from my hand.


That was interesting. I straightened and pushed my hips forward and
touched my dick again. Running a finger down the tip and underside of it.
I felt electricity shoot into the core of me and felt like it centered
almost in my butthole. My heart was pounding and I was having to fight,
jamming my dick onto my hand.


"James! Can you come down here?" My mom called from down the stairs.


Irritated, I pulled my shorts back up, and made sure my boner was hidden
by putting it in the band of my undies. I trudged downstairs to see mom
holding out the phone.


"For you."


I thought it was Kay yelling at me not saying goodbye, but it was, Mr.
Panetti.


"Hello?"


"Hi James, you ran away so fast, are you ok?"


My heart skipped that it was him, I twirled a bit while talking to him.


"Yes sir." I found myself smiling.


"Good, I just wanted to make sure, sleep well buddy."


"Good night Mr. Panetti, and thank you."


"Thank you?"


"Yes thank you very much." I panicked and disconnected the call.


"What did he want?"


"He was just checking that I made it home again, mom." I kissed her
cheek, said goodnight to her and dad and went to bed.


I almost skipped up the stairs. I stopped mid-stair when I realized that
it was, Mr. Panetti's call that had me skipping, and I smiled. I bound
up the rest of the stairs and into my room. I felt a bit giddy and almost
chided myself, but just let myself feel good.


I went back to the mirror and lowered my shorts but I was no longer erect
and touching my dick like I had didn't have the same results, so I
pulled my shorts back up. I went over to my bed to get my uniform and
pack it into my backpack for tomorrow. I grabbed my uniform pants and
noticed the folded pants had a lump in them. I unfolded them expecting to
find my jock, however tucked inside where my crotch would be, was a
different pair of underwear. Not folded but balled up, and not crisp and
clean either. I pulled them out and held them before me.


These were adult mens briefs and recently worn, they had the smell of
man. I realized that they were Mr. Panetti's, I felt a now familiar
tingle. I held them to my face and inhaled. The smell hit me like a
truck. I smelled spice and sweat, I inspected them, and noticed, in the
crotch pouch an area that appeared to be soaked by something. I felt my
shorts tighten once more as I continued to sniff various points on the
briefs.


I thought for a moment, and realized that these were folded into my
uniform and concluded this could be no accident. Mr. Panetti had placed
these here for me to find. I considered a moment more and thought about
what Kay had said, her dad had gone up as soon as I knocked and knew
where my uniform was. He must have known I was coming up, that his
bathroom door was open and the curtain was open. He must have. My dick
was aching, from the realizations and the gifted underwear. I wanted to
go over to him so badly or to call him. I knew I couldn't.


I stripped to get out of my play clothes and went to get my pajamas. I
usually wore no underwear with the PJ's but tonight, I put on Mr.
Panetti's briefs under them and climbed into bed. I felt my boner
through his underwear as I drifted off to sleep.


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