Date: Thu, 7 Jul 2016 11:55:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tim Smith <mint848848@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners Chapter 1 (Adult-Youth)

The story that begins below started as a joint effort of two Nifty authors
who never met face to face.  For a while, they alternated chapters to keep
the story alive as long as their creative juices were rewarded with
comments.  After the initial storyline was set, the story continued with
just my contribution and edits.

If you are under 18, go read a book or volunteer your time, and keep your
innocent mind pure as long as you can.  The authors hold the rights to the
story, so don't reproduce it without their permission.


CHAPTER 1

I hardly remember a time in my life when I didn't look up to Arnie Holt.
He was my next door neighbor, my friend, my idol.  I would've done anything
for him.  I worshiped him from a very early age.  When he and his family
moved in next door when I was only 10 years old, he caught my eye right
away.  I was too young to understand why, but when he looked at me the
first time -- with those dreamy blue eyes of his -- something inside of me
knew that this new boy was someone I was deeply attracted to, on many
levels.

He was 14 at the time -- and the epitome of everything I ever wanted to be.
Good looking, self-assured, funny -- you name anything good, and Arnie was
it in my opinion.  I watched him intently from my bedroom window, which
fate had somehow had placed across from his.  My bedroom was on the second
floor of our family's home in Missouri, and his was on the first -- giving
me a perfect angle to watch almost everything he did.  I took advantage of
it big time -- spending as much time spying on him as I could get away
with.

When I saw the moving van next door, I was very curious to see who would
move into the house.  It had been vacant for ages from my young
perspective.  In reality, it was probably only a few months, but it seemed
like a long time since the previous family had moved out.  They had had a
boy close to my age whom I had become fast friends with.  Toby and I had
been nearly inseparable from the time we were 3 or so.  He was always at my
house, or I was at his.  When my mother broke the news to me that Toby and
his family were moving to another state, it took my breath away.  I
couldn't believe that he would no longer be my neighbor and friend, and I
cried at the news.  No one else my age lived near us, so I had been very
lonesome since he left.

I had hoped that another boy my age would move in to his house, and I
watched the moving-in activity with great interest.  There was a man, a
woman who I supposed was his wife, and a young teenage boy, all carrying in
things from the U-Haul truck.  But, alas, no younger children.  But as the
summer day wore on it became quite hot, and pretty soon I noticed that both
the father and the son removed their T-shirts.  That's when I started
paying even closer attention.  The older man had a rather hairy chest, but
his son was smooth-skinned.  Both were obviously sweating from the heat and
exertion.  The boy was wearing only a pair of gym shorts and some sneakers
-- not even any socks -- and the longer I stared at him from the safety of
my bedroom window the more I got this funny feeling in my stomach that I
had never gotten before and didn't understand.  It was like little waves of
pleasure and excitement, and I didn't know quite what to make of it.

I'd never thought too much about older boys.  Usually they just ignored me,
so I ignored them back.  But Arnie would prove to be different from the
rest -- much different.  I would become attracted to him in ways that
initially scared the heck out of me.

Being kind of a shy boy, I didn't make any attempt to meet my new neighbor
until a week had passed by.  At first, it was quite enough to see the boy
come and go from the house.  Best of all, I realized the first night they
were there that his bedroom window was visible from mine!  When Toby lived
there, it was just a storage room.  I couldn't see all of Arnie's bed, but
I could see a desk and a closet and the door to the hallway.  I could
hardly tear myself away from my window at night, hoping I would get any
glimpse at all of this handsome new boy.  Every time I noticed any kind of
motion in his room, I would get quite interested and excited.

I wondered why he didn't pull down the shade, but eventually I realized
that there was no shade or curtains on the window.  Apparently his mother
had not had time to put any up yet.  That didn't stop him from doing
whatever he was doing over there, which included unpacking some boxes,
putting things on his shelves and in his closet, and generally walking
around getting used to his new room.  While he often walked around in
shorts -- and often with no shirt on -- I didn't at first see anything
terribly interesting.  He must have changed clothes in a part of the room I
couldn't see.

Finally, a week after they moved in, I noticed the boy sitting on his front
porch and decided it was time to see him up close and say hi.  My heart was
pounding as I walked on the sidewalk from my house to his and stopped in
front of his, where he was staring into space, it seemed.

"Hi," I finally said, after a few awkward moments.

"Hi, kid," he said back.

"I'm Zachary David Miller," I said.  "Do you live here now?"

"Well, hi, Zachary David Miller.  Yes, I do live here now.  Where do you
live?"

His voice was mesmerizing -- it had just the thinnest trace of a deepness
that he was probably still getting used to.

"I live next door," pointing to my house.  "I'm 10 years old, and you can
call me Zach.  What's your name?"

"Arnie is my name," he said, smiling.  No older boy had ever smiled at me
like that.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Fourteen," he said.

"Where did you come from?" I continued, as I inched toward him.  My
pounding heart wasn't easing up any, but I had to find out more about him.

"New York," he told me.  "My dad just got a new job at the University.
Have you lived in that house all your life?"

"Yes," I answered.  "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"No, it's just me.  How about you?"

"No, I don't either, but I wish I did.  It gets pretty lonesome around here
sometimes."

"I know how you feel," Arnie said.  "I feel like I'm on another planet
after living in New York all my life.  At least I have a cousin and an
uncle and aunt in this town, but that's all."

As we continued to talk, I studied his features.  Arnie was a very handsome
boy, with a mop of longish dark hair hanging almost to his eyes, enticing
blue eyes, and pale skin that had obviously not seen much sun.  As he sat
on his porch stoop, I could see the beginning of some hair on his bare
legs.  The way he was sitting, I could see all the way up his baggy shorts
to his white underwear, and I think he knew it.

"Well, I guess it's about time for lunch now," he said, finally rising from
his seat.  "See you around, Zach."

"See you around, Arnie," I said.

That evening, I pretended to be more tired than I really was so that Mom
and Dad wouldn't think it too strange that I went up to my room early to go
to bed.  What I really wanted was more time to observe Arnie in his room,
if I could.  I took my evening bath, put my pajamas on, turned out my
light, and raced to my window.  But I was disappointed that Arnie's room
was dark.

After a few minutes, however, his light came on and he appeared.  He was
sitting at a desk in clear sight of my room, working on some sort of
project -- I couldn't tell what.  After a while, he got up and went to a
spot where I couldn't see him.  When he came back to his desk, I about
passed out -- he was wearing nothing but those white underpants!  My heart
started racing again, and I couldn't take my eyes off the sight of him.
The front of his underwear had a bulge that was bigger than anything I
could produce, and I desperately wanted to know what he would look like
with nothing on.  This was the moment in my life that I should have
realized I was gay, but that never registered in my brain.  I was simply
infatuated with this boy and I couldn't take my eyes off of his underwear
clad body.

There was a low bush that partially sheltered his window from the windows
directly across from him, but I'm not sure he knew that I had clear shot of
him from my second-story window, especially since I kept it dark.  I held
my breath wondering if he would remove that last garment, but it was not to
be.  After I'd been watching for a couple of hours, he finally turned out
his light and apparently went to bed.

Unfortunately, that sighting of Arnie in just his white briefs was to be my
best and last for a while.  Shortly after that, curtains and blinds
appeared in his window, and the show was over -- except for a few times
when he would apparently forget and leave them open.

Pretty soon school started, and I didn't see much of Arnie, dressed or
otherwise.  He went off to high school, and I was in fifth grade at another
school across town from his.  Occasionally, I would notice him coming or
going from his front porch, and eventually I saw other guys his age drop
by.  That made me exceedingly jealous, but what could I do?

However, a month or so later, the gods smiled on me once again, and I got
to spend several days and nights with my hero.  His parents agreed to let
me stay at their house while my parents went to a wedding in another
state. What happened during those few days would change my life forever.


Even though I was so excited to be spending this much time with Arnie, as
the day grew closer, I became more and more nervous.  Heck, I was a kid and
I was never away from my parents this long before.  I wouldn't say Arnie
and I were really friends and his parents were simply "Arnie's parents."
It's not like I had any relationship with them either.  So as reality set
in that I'd be spending several days with "strangers," I was regretting my
parent's decision.  What if they made me eat yucky food?  What if they
didn't let me have a nightlight?  If it wasn't the fact that Arnie was
going to be there, I think I would have backed out.  I decided to grow up
and kept thinking of fun things Arnie would hopefully do with me.  And I
kept thinking of how I may see Arnie in his underwear at night!

So the day finally came.  My parents told me not to bother packing anything
because I could come home each day to shower and change clothes.  They also
gave me a list of chores they made, saying it was so I wouldn't spend the
entire time next door bothering our neighbors.  The list was pretty lame
and obviously put together on a whim.  I could probably get the entire list
done in 2 hours.  But I was glad they gave it in case I continued to feel
uncomfortable being in their home with "strangers" – then I could come
home to get away.

My mother walked me over and gave me a ton of kisses before she left me
with Arnie's mom.  Arnie wasn't home because he was playing basketball with
some other guys.  I pictured him playing with his shirt off and I felt
better about my mom leaving.  Arnie's mom, whom I was to just call Julie,
led me to a small spare bedroom on the first floor.  Toby's mom used to sew
in this room I think.  She made everything and mended a lot of my clothes.
I was trying to picture where Arnie's room was but all the doors in the
hallway were closed.  Julie apologized for a few boxes stacked along the
wall of the bedroom saying they were still not finished moving in.

She opened a door which I thought was a closet but in fact was a bathroom
attached to my bedroom.  I never even knew this bathroom existed since you
entered it from the room and not the hallway.  She was very pleasant to me
which put me at ease.  I didn't talk at all during my "tour" of my room.
She must have sensed my nervousness because she knelt down and hugged me,
saying that I was always welcome in their home and that she'd take good
care of me, bla bla bla.  She had bigger boobs than my mom.  It was really
obvious when she hugged me.  She told me to take my time unpacking and that
she'd be watching her soaps in the living room and would make lunch when
Arnie got home.  I guess she didn't notice that I didn't have a suitcase –
just a small bag with my toothbrush and stuff.  She closed my door on her
way out and I scoped out the room.  I was glad to see a nightlight –
already on from the shadow of the stacked boxes.  I saw another one in the
bathroom, which reminded me I had to take a piss.  I lifted the seat and
was startled to see myself in a mirror on the wall behind the toilet.  I
don't think I'd ever watched myself take a piss.  It was like I was spying
on someone else.

I opened up the medicine cabinet and the cabinets underneath the sinks.
Nothing out of the ordinary.  I went to open the closet door and was
startled to see it wasn't a closet, but a door to another bedroom.  I never
saw a bathroom setup like this.  I quietly stepped into the room and saw
many familiar things.  This was Arnie's bedroom!  It was weird seeing
everything in this perspective, since before today I'd only seen it from my
bedroom window through his.  I walked around his room taking everything in
– wishing it was my room and I was Arnie – such a good looking boy.
I never thought I was very attractive.  If only I could look like Arnie.

I sifted through typical boy-themed magazines on his desk and held up his
favorite shirt that was folded in his laundry basket.  Well, I guess it was
really my favorite shirt.  I saw some underwear in the basket too.  I had
to look at them.  Most were tighty whities plus a few colored briefs, some
gray boxer briefs, and a few boxers with cool patterns on them.  Size 26
waist.  I really didn't know what my size was.  I tried to look behind me
as I pulled my underwear band out of my pants.  I still couldn't see.  I
made a mental note to check when I changed for bed later.

I heard talking in the front of the house and realized Arnie was home.  I
dropped everything in the basket and ran to the bathroom quietly closing
the door to Arnie's room and then flushed my piss, which I realized I
hadn't done earlier.  I sat in my bedroom and listened for Arnie to come
back to his room.  He didn't.  Instead, I heard Julie call me for lunch.
As I left my room, I was nervous thinking somehow they'd know I was looking
at Arnie's underwear.

When I entered the kitchen, Arnie smiled at me and said, "Hey roomie!
What's happening, my man?"

"Nothin much," I answered and sat at the table, where a sandwich was
waiting for me.

I have a feeling Arnie's mom had told him to be nice to me.  Not that I
minded, but he included me in everything he did that afternoon.  This after
months of nothing more than simple waves and "What's up" greetings if we
came across each other outside or at a community event.  We watched TV,
rode our bikes, and even played video games in his room.  He was impressed
at how good I was.  I kicked his ass at a few games, and I don't even think
he lost on purpose.  After our last game he just sat back on his double bed
with his hands behind his head and said, "I quit.  You're too good at these
games!"

His shirt rose up with his arms and I saw some of his belly.  I was careful
not to look for too long in case he opened his eyes.  He did open his eyes
and looked out his window.

"Which is your bedroom?" he asked.

"You mean which window?"  He nodded.  "I'm upstairs.  The one toward the
front of the house."

"Can you see into my room?" he asked.

"I don't know.  Up until today, I didn't know where your room was," I lied.

I didn't want to look him in the eyes or he may know I was lying.
Automatically, my glance shifted back to his exposed belly.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, catching me off guard and looking down
his chest.

"Nothing," I lied again.

"What?  Is my zipper open or something?" he asked while feeling for his
zipper in his shorts.

"I don't know."  I wasn't very good at lying so I thought I'd tell the
truth, kind of.

"Your fat belly was sticking out of your shirt.  I never saw something so
hairy!" I joked.  I used to think he was completely smooth, but seeing him
up close I saw he did have some hair, but it was only the beginnings of a
thin treasure trail going up toward his belly button.

"Fat?  Hairy?" he said as he lifted his shirt, exposing much more of his
chest than before.  "These are abs of steel and this hair just proves I'm a
man!"

He was right – he did have a nice belly.  I wasn't familiar with the
term "6 pack abs" at the time but thinking back now, he was on his way to
at least a 4 pack at that time.

"Let me see what you have.  Probably not a hair on your body except for
your head... and your palms from whacking off all the time!  How old are
you again?"  Arnie asked as he reached for my shirt, successfully exposing
my entire torso.

"I'm ten!  And I don't have hairy palms!" I said as I tried to squirm away
from Arnie, who easily overpowered me enough to take my shirt completely
off my body!

"See – not a hair on you.  Not even under your arms!" he concluded as he
forced my arms up in the air.

I tried to reason that I'm too young to be a hairy ape like him, all the
while trying to get his shirt off him like he did to me.  We ended up
rolling around his bed practically wrestling each other.  Arnie threw in a
lot of tickling on my ribs, which completely reduces me to a puddle of
giggles.  I pretended to be hurt a few times to try to get the upper hand,
which worked for about 5 seconds each time.  Arnie finally stood up and
took his shirt off, saying how hot it was getting but immediately jumped
back on the bed pinning me on my back.  He brought his face real close to
mine and whispered how much stronger he was than I and how I'd never be
able to win against him.

He was sitting on my thighs and his chest was pressed against mine.  For
me, it was a dream come true.  I wanted to see him up close and now I'm
squished up against him!  I hadn't noticed before but after Arnie shifted
his weight on me, I felt my wiener escape my underwear and it was obvious I
had a hard-on!  All I could think about now was to avoid Arnie's discovery
of my boner.  I stopped squirming and agreed that I'd never be able to beat
him.  That he was so much stronger.  And that I had to go to the bathroom.
That was a mistake.  It only caused Arnie to hop off of me telling me not
to piss on his bed.  Of course as he said that, he looked at my crotch, I
guess to see if I leaked any.  What he saw instead was a puffed wiener in
my tight jeans that I outgrew this year.

"Yo, dude!  You're boned up!" he discovered.  He further proved his
discovery by poking his finger in my crotch, feeling just how hard I was!
Nobody had ever touched me there until that moment.  The weird part was
that instead of feeling embarrassed, I felt proud – just like Arnie did
showing off his abs.  Now I was proving my manliness!  I just lay there out
of breath with my bulging crotch on display, not sure what to do next.

"You friekin' horn dog!" Arnie called me as he rose off the bed.  "You
better get to the bathroom before you blow your load all over my bed!"

I remember thinking he meant I was going to "piss" on his bed.  I later
learned about the term "blow your load" on the Internet.  I could tell he
wasn't mad, but thought I should leave for the bathroom in case I was
wrong.  I didn't really have to piss so I just stayed in the bathroom for a
while.  I stood over the toilet and looked at my boner in the mirror.  I
was shirtless and it looked like I was entirely naked since the toilet hid
my pants down at my knees.  My wiener wasn't going down.  I finally just
put it behind my underwear band and zipped up.  You could still see it if
you were looking for it, so I pulled my shirt on and left it untucked and
that seemed to do the trick.  I went back to Arnie's room, but he was gone.
Julie called my name and said it was "time for dinner, honey."  She always
added the word honey to every sentence when she talked to me.  I liked her.
She made me feel welcome.  At dinner, Arnie was just as nice to me and even
acted like my boner incident never happened.  Not that I expected him to
say something at the dinner table, but even when we were alone, he didn't
say anything.

We watched TV for a while until Julie told me to "get ready for bed,
honey."  I realized I never went home for a change of clothes and it had
started to rain.  I even heard thunder in the distance.  Plus it was dark
out and I was a little afraid of going into my house alone in the dark.  I
went to my temporary bedroom and took off my shoes and pants.  I planned to
sleep in my t-shirt and underwear.  I went to the bathroom to brush my
teeth.  I never thought to lock Arnie's door and was startled when it
opened up and in he walked with nothing on except his underwear.  They were
his gray boxer briefs.  They seemed tight.  I could see his wiener bulge
real good.  I was looking at him in the mirror and wasn't sure if he could
tell what I was looking at, so I had to force myself to look into his face
instead.  His blue eyes looked so cool in the bright lights above the
sinks.  He walked to the sink next to me, smiled at me in the mirror and
grabbed his toothbrush.

"Going to bed?" he asked, stating the obvious.

"Uh huh," I answered while brushing my teeth.  I spit out and rinsed.  "You
too?"

"Yep.  Don't you wear pajamas?" he asked.

"Forgot to get them from home and then it started to rain," I explained,
just as a loud crack of thunder made me jump.

"A little bit jumpy?  It's only thunder."  He paused.  "If it scares you
tonight, you can always come over and sleep with me.  I have a double bed.
Plenty of room," he said while smiling.  "Only thing is you better have
that thing of yours under control," he continued while pulling up my
t-shirt to expose my underwear.  This is the point that I should have
realized Arnie was gay.  He wasn't just playing boy games.  He was as
interested in my wiener as I was in his.

We both looked down at my crotch to see if it was indeed "under control."
I was relieved to see I was.  Well, it was up until he reached for it and
squeezed it for confirmation.

"Yep – it's finally soft again.  Oh wait a second.  I think I could be
wrong," he said while continuing to squeeze my little wiener with his thumb
and pointer finger.

I didn't stop him.  I just looked down at what he was doing.  And watched
as my wiener extended to its 3 inch hard length, tenting out the front of
my briefs.

"You really need to learn how to control that thing!" Arnie joked.  "Next
thing, you'll be coming to breakfast like that!"

I didn't comment back.  Instead, as if his actions gave me permission, I
openly stared at his bulge.  I could tell he was getting a hard-on too.  It
was puffier than when he first walked into the bathroom.

"Uh oh, now mine is doing its thing." he said while we both watched it
reach its full firmness.

He was so much bigger than me.  He was stretching his boxer briefs way out
and he just looked so damn good!  His underwear was much tighter than mine
and made of a kinda stretchy material.  I thought about pulling the elastic
band forward to look but then thought he'd be mad at me.

Maybe Arnie was reading my mind because just as I was thinking it, Arnie
pulled his underwear under his hard-on and then all the way off!  He
proceeded to brush his teeth, his hard wiener rubbing the edge of the sink
and bouncing back and forth as he brushed.  I just watched in awe.  I just
couldn't believe the boy I admired so most was on display for me.  I never
saw an "adult" wiener before.  It was gigantic to me.  I learned later than
he was about 5.5 inches but to me, it was the biggest thing out there!  I
so much wanted to be him.  He was so handsome.  So awesome.  Arnie spit in
the sink, rinsed and dried his mouth.

"Don't forget, if the thunder scares you, you can come sleep with me
tonight." Arnie reminded me as he kicked his underwear to the corner and
left for his room.  I got one final view of his beautiful hard wiener as he
turned toward the door.  The last thing I saw was his dimpled butt cheeks
as he closed the door behind him.


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