Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2022 09:48:00 +0200
From: JK Howard <TheMidnightWriter@mail.com>
Subject: Billy Just Across the Street Pt. 1

This is a story of mine that I first published here about 20 years ago. I
am resubmitting it with a number of certain changes in preparation for
additional sequel chapters I've already written.

Comments and Critiques are welcome at TheMidnightWriter@mail.com

Only parts of this story is true, and there was much artistic license taken
but not too much.  As always my imagination gets into it and some of the
events are bigger and more awesome that they were in real life. The names
have been changed.

If you should not be reading stories about boys having sex with each other --

DON'T READ THIS!!

Billy, Just Across the Street
Pt. 1

Like many young men around the world, my first sexual encounter with
another person was with another boy. So many times it happens as our bodies
grow into adulthood we are blessed/cursed with an oversized libido to
confuse an already way too confusing time in our lives. And for many young
heterosexual men, the chance of having any kind of sexual contact with a
woman was completely non-existent. However, the chance exploring the
uncharted world of adult sexuality with a close friend of the same sex was
not too far out of reach. Sometimes, it was as close as next door...  or
across the street.

Around the age of 12 I had discovered the joys of masturbation and it's
accompanying orgasms. In the beginning I found that I could not masturbate
enough, two times a day was not uncommon for me, but as a year or so
passed, I slowly found myself wanting more. More than just my own hand
sliding up and down my growing pubescent cock. I wanted to be touched by
hands not my own.

My fantasies and the small amount of pornographic material I had were of a
heterosexual nature. The possibility of initiating a sexual encounter with
a girl was a completely unknown skill to me. Besides even if a willing girl
could be found (only God knew where) the chance that she would relay my
failed sexual advances to fellow schoolmates or possibly even to an overly
concerned adult, frightened me beyond my libido-induced courage. Thank god
for friends huh?

His name was Billy (Not his real name but you knew that...) and he lived
across the street from our house with his older sister and parents. Billy
was about a year or two younger than I was. His sister was really very cute
but was three years older than me and therefore was completely out of my
league. But Billy and I were close friends. Sure, we had gotten into a
couple of scraps over the years and he was a spoiled little brat (partly
because he was adopted but mostly cause his folks were fairly well off) but
mostly we had at lot of fun, innocently playing around our neighborhood.
Our playing, however, was about to take a decidedly different turn, which
was still just as much fun, if not more.

Two of the things that we enjoyed most in the whole world were playing with
our wide assortment of Star Wars figures and the other was spending the
night at each others houses, staying awake into the wee hours of the
morning. And of course if the two activities could be combined into a late
night of creating entire elaborate Star Wars worlds, it was a thrill
unparalleled.

Well, Billy and I had sometimes talked about girls and the stories and
rumors about sex we had heard, but the conversations were never a large
part of our time together. They were enough for me to know that he too had
an active imagination and a curiosity about sex and sexual activity that
resembled my own curiosity. It was during this period of our friendship
that I decided that he might be open to the possibility of sharing more
than just a fascination with Star Wars with me. And if I was rebuffed I
could always play it off later as a misunderstanding and I knew he would
never tell anyone because that would ruin our parents' mutual trust of each
other and with each others sons. Consequently, our friendship would be
forced to come to an abrupt and permanent end. If I was going to try, two
questions were poised "When?" and "How?"

Both questions were answered one night while I was staying the night over
at his house. It was a school-less summer night perfect for sleeping at a
friend's house. We had just eaten a pizza dinner that his parents had
bought for us and we were watching a John Wayne movie on television. We
were normally left to ourselves after dinner for the remainder of the
evening.

Billy had a trundle bed set-up in his room for guests like myself which was
usually tucked away underneath a large table in the corner and it had been
pulled out and made up for me my his mother (who probably would not have
been as accommodating if she had known what I was about to do with her son)
We each sat on our beds wearing pajamas ( mine were Star Wars of course and
his were Superman.) We sat there in the dark, snacking on popcorn, watching
the movie when there was a knock on his door. The door only opened slightly
and his mothers peeked her head in. I knew what she going to say before she
had even said a word, as this was a custom in Billy's house. She asked if
everything was okay and asked if we needed anything else. We made some
silly joke of course about renting a Godzilla movie and she gave us that
humoring grin only mothers can give. She told us to not stay up too late
and please try to keep the noise level to a minimum as she and her husband
were going to sleep. We agreed and just grinned as she pulled her head back
through the door's opening. I carefully listened as the door clicked shut
behind her. It was then I knew that that night was going to be the night
that I would seduce her son.

We watched the movie and when it was over and there was nothing else to
watch on TV so I suggested we turn off the lights and talk in the dark.
This was an activity usually associated with scary stories but I had
another intentions in mind for us. He agreed and I quickly got up and
turned off the TV trying to do it as fast as I could before he could notice
the tent that had developed in the front of my pajamas.

I jumped back on to my bed and under the covers. We started talking about
the day, his sister, school and all the stuff young teenage boys talk
about. After awhile I steered the conversation toward sex. We talked about
the girls we knew at school and who was dating whom and who was doing what
to whom (supposedly). The more we talked the more I hoped that he was
getting as aroused as I was. As we talked I slipped my hand under the
elastic band of my pajama bottoms and into my Underoos and slowly started
to stroke my stiffening young cock.

I found this very exciting as it was so quiet in his house and the lights
were out in his room and the sounds of my movements could be heard in the
darkness. However, not exactly what I was doing. Eventually, he had ask
what I was doing I told him nothing and he half-heartedly accepted that
answer and we continued discussing girls and sex. After a few minutes more
he asked again as he could still hear movement sounds coming from my bed,
but this time I decided to pull my hand out of my bottoms as he asked. When
I did this, however, the elastic band of my bottoms hit my waist with a
small smacking sound and in the clarity of the quiet there was no mistaking
the sound. At that point any denial would have been in vane. But I still
wouldn't admit anything. So he began to snicker because he had caught me.

So I asked him, "You mean you don't have a boner right now too?"

He hesitated, "no."

"No way, dude you have to." I teased. Finally seeing my opportunity with a
possible easy out if I needed it. So I pursued the issue further.

"Nuh-uh, just 'cause you got a boner doesn't mean I do too"

"Nope, sorry dude but I don't believe you." I said jokingly, as this was a
part of a little game we played where I would act as though he was the
biggest liar in the world though that was far from the truth.

He started to laugh and insisted that he wasn't hard. "I'm not... I swear
on my Mom"

I paused for a moment and whispered to him in the dark, "So then, let me
check."

"Check ... what?" he whispered back, though he had heard me, he wanted to
be sure he had understood me correctly.

"Check to see if you have a boner." I whispered again.

He paused, thinking it over and finally whispered an almost inaudible
"Okay."

I swallowed nervously as I stared up toward the dark ceiling. My breathing
grew rapidly as I gathered my courage. I could not believe I was actually
considering going through with it. And insanely that he actually seemed
willing to let me. I hesitated a few more moments, then soon found myself
slowly slipping out of my blankets and creeping on all fours across the
carpet that separated our two beds. When I reached his bed I could hear
that his breathing had become slightly heavier from a mixture of excitement
and nervousness.  I knelt on the floor next to his bed and slowly slipped
my left hand beneath the Disney covers atop his bed until I found his young
body. I felt my way along his quivering body down to his waist. From there,
I slowly started to ease my hand along the front of his pajama bottoms
until I found his young cock beneath the soft cotton material.

Now, to this day, I'm not sure if he was still sexually aroused by our
earlier conversation or if it was just the raw excitement of having his
good friend kneel beside his bed and slowly start to feel him up, because
when I found his young dick he was already quite hard.

"See I knew you were hard," I jokingly said.

In the dim light, we both smiled nervously. After a moment I began to very
slowly massage his rock-hard adolescent cock through his pajamas.

This was it. I had made the ultimate move now.

In the dark little room, he began to gently spasm as I dry jerked him
through his night clothes. He began to breathe even more heavily through
his teeth making a slight "Ssssss" sounds with each inhale and exhale. In
my inexperience, I didn't know how to read his reactions.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, afraid that I had taken advantage of his
friendship and pushed him too far.

"Noo." he excitedly whispered and I could tell he meant it.

>From that, I took my cue and began to enthusiastically message his hard
boy cock. Gently, I explored its length and thickness through the fabric of
his pajamas as he began to slowly gyrate his hips with each of my
strokes. Even through the layers of his clothing, the heat from his cock
was warming my hand. Next I gently eased my right hand under the blankets
and sheets until it had reached the same hot location that my other hand
was now enjoying. Once there, I gently unsnapped the small metallic snaps
that enclosed my objective. Billy made no attempt to stop me but his
breathing was now in short aroused breaths that told me he was very excited
by the whole experience. Once his bottoms were unfastened, I slipped left
hand below the waistband of his underwear and found his stiff
boy-erection. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft just below the crown of
his cockhead sending shivers through the body of my young playmate. It was
a familiar grip I had taken so many times around my own piece of
prepubescent meat. I began to ease my strokes as too not have him finish
too fast (before I too could be pleasured). I ran my thumb over the smooth
tight surface of his cockhead with each slow gentle stroke.

I again asked Billy if he wanted me to stop to which he answered...

"whooohh,... no waay, dude...  keep goin'....  Whhhooohh, SSsssss,
uhhhh... Uhhhhhn"

I smiled a bit in the dark knowing that he was at least enjoying himself
and didn't seem to have any hang-ups about what we were doing so I
continued my fun anew. After a few minutes of this slow gentle hand job, I
felt it was time to move to the next step.

I eased myself back so that I was no longer leaning on his bed but still
close enough that I could continue stroking his cock with my left hand.

Now with my right hand I felt around in the dark tracing his chest and down
his arm until I had found his hand. Lightly I lifted his wrist and gently
pulled it toward my own body. He tensed up, obviously unsure of where I was
leading his hand. I began to worry that I had pushed him a little too
far. I let go of his hand and stopped stroking his young cock.  I was
afraid of what he might do next. That he might freak-out or begin crying or
worse that he might run screaming from the room to his parents.

I swallowed nervously.

"Do you wanna stop?" I asked.

I understood his reluctance. I mean this was brand new territory. And
certainly not a part of our regular sleepover routine. Did he perhaps think
that I was only interested in jerking him off?  I mean I had initiated our
"playtime" for OUR mutual fun but not his sole pleasure. Maybe he didn't
get that part. Maybe he didn't care.

I asked again, "Billy ... Do you wanna stop?"

He hesitated for a moment as he considered my question. Then, after what
seemed an eternity, he tentatively reached his hand out until he had found
my body in the darkness. His hand landed on my hip and lightly traced
around my abdomen until he had found the front of my pajama bottoms and
began to fondle my own rigid penis through the light flannel.

I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little. In the dim light, I
watched his little hand explore my rigid member. I was mesmerized. I looked
at him but he was staring intently at my crotch, a look of fascination on
his young face.

Once I felt he was actually comfortable again, I slowly began to massage
his throbbing cock also. Then he began to stroke me at a similar pace only
softer. I smiled.

Now I could begin to teach him what I liked. So as we continued, I began to
stroke him like I wanted to be stroked. Now it was my turn to gyrate my
hips and breath heavily, I wanted him to know that I was enjoying what he
was doing to me. That idea worked better than I would have hoped. He grip
steadily began to tighten and move more assuredly.

Than, after a few minutes he did something totally unexpected. He abruptly
pulled his hand away from my crotch. I thought either he was about to cum
or he had completely changed his mind about the whole affair. Instead he
rolled over on his side so that he was now facing me. Then, with both his
hands, he slowly grabbed the waistband of my pajama bottoms and unsnapped
them. I just knelt there in frozen awe. I was completely
motionless. Stunned that he had taken such initiative. Once my bottoms were
unfastened, Billy began to work them and my briefs down past my hips and
legs, sliding his hands over my ass in a most arousing way. Without saying
a word, I stood up and allowed him to slide them all the down to my
ankles. I stepped out of one of the pant legs leaving the other and my
underwear wrapped around my ankle (in case the need to get dressed very
quickly should arise). I then knelt back down to allow him access to my now
naked groin. Now his hand began to slowly explore my rock hard bare cock. I
began to encourage him.

"yeah, just like that..., I whispered. Mmm-hmmm... don't be scared,
tighter, you wont hurt me.... yeah, tighter...yeah."

"Do you like that?" he asked "yeah... a lot", I whispered.

With that, his hand became even more exploratory. His grip tighten, and his
pace increased, he traced the edges of my dick-head with his finger-tips,
sending small electric shocks through-out my body. And once he could sense
that I was enjoying his touch as much as he had enjoyed mine, he began to
chart my cock's length and circumference with a youthful enthusiasm that
was only matched by my own eagerness to pleasure his cock in the same
way. For what seemed like an hour but was probably only 15 minutes, I knelt
there in the darkness next to his bed as we both learned what it was like
to pleasure another boy's cock with our hands. Then it was time to try
something new.

  So I asked Billy in a hushed whisper..."hey,..."

"What?" he whispered back with a concerned tone that meant he thought we
were done. Again he tensed up a bit.

I hesitated. Then quietly whispered, "Can I ... lick ... yours?"

He stopped stroking me.

After a moment, he then asked me something that I wasn't expecting. And
truthfully , hadn't really thought of myself. A question so simple and
direct that it belied his age.

"Do you want to?" he whispered back.

I paused a moment to consider and said, "Yeah"

"Um-kay" he said. Then he repositioned himself by proping himself ups on
his free elbow to watch me. I could feel my heart beating hard in my
chest. Billy's young cock began to twitch in my hand. His eyes were wide in
an attempt to see whatever he could see in the darkness. Also, in
expectation of what was about to happen to him for the first time in his
life.

Cautiously, I pushed the bed covers off the bottom of his bed. Next, I
unbuttoned his pajama-top in case he blew his wad, I didn't want any
evidence his mom might see later. All the while trying not to make too much
noise, afraid that every creak of the bed or rustle of bedsheets would wake
his parents who were asleep in the next room (Just on the opposite side of
the wall next to which we were "playing").

Next, I began to slip his underwear and PJs down from around his hips. I
felt his the muscles in hips and butt cheeks flex slightly as he lifted his
butt off the bed to make the removal of the childlike garments easier for
me. As I pushed them down his young body, my hands brushed the peach fuzz
of his adolescent legs and I found the sensation surprisingly exciting. The
feeling of bare flesh beneath my hands was extremely arousing and so I ran
my hands up along his young legs again as I re-approached his crotch. I
wanted him to enjoy this as much as possible and remember the entire act as
a gentle caring experience. I began by slowly covering his stomach and hips
with light wet kisses, encircling his heated crotch where his rigid cock
rhythmically bounced to the tempo of his pulse.

Again, I gently grasped his boy-cock in my hand and lowered my head and
began to delicately kiss the soft tender skin of his downy-haired covered
balls. He inhaled sharp little gasps with every touch of my lips to his
virgin skin.

Very cautiously and thoughtfully, I inched my wet mouth from his balls
along the base of young penis lightly dragging my fingers along the other
side of his shaft opposite from my lips. I could feel him shake with little
involuntary spasms as I made-out with his dick. I expected him to shoot his
hot white cum all over himself and my face at any moment but surprisingly,
he was very much in control of himself. Eventually, I reached his cock head
and paused for a moment, not only to allow him prepare himself but to
prepare myself as well. I was scared. But I had started this, so I closed
eyes and went on. I started by licking the taunt skin of his cockhead and
my tongue traced the edge where it met the shaft. I could feel the rise and
fall of his tight juvenile stomach with each of his deep excited
breaths. Then, when I felt that he could wait no longer, I slowly began to
lower my young lips over his hard throbbing adolescent cock. My warm mouth
slid wetly over the soft young skin of his rigid little penis. Billy moaned
softly in the darkness.

He tasted different than anything I had ever had in my mouth. I mean it
tasted like my own skin (of my hand or forearm maybe) but different
somehow. He tasted almost powdery and a little sweaty but not unpleasant in
any way. It felt strange the way such soft delicate skin could cover such a
hard rigid core. My lips and mouth were wet with saliva and I began to
drool down the sides of his cock. My spit ran down his shaft and down to
over his balls onto the cartoon covered sheets below.

 At first, I simply bobbed slowly up and down with his penis in my mouth.
Dragging my lips over the surface of his head and shaft. Then I remembered
that what I was actually doing was "sucking his dick" (good thing I had
never it called "a blow job") and steadily began to suck his warm, wet
meat. While doing that I tightened my grip around the base of his shaft
engorging his cock's head and tightened the skin as I had done so many
times during my own jack-off sessions.

 As I began to really get into it, my youthful labido took control. I
steadily increased my pace. Trying not to make too much noise. Billy began
to move his hips up and down off the bed and his little hands began to grab
the sheets in large tight fists. At one point, he lifted his butt off the
bed I slipped my free hand underneath him and palmed his young smooth butt
cheek. I heard him gasp and smiled inwardly.

Every so often I would have to take his cock out of my mouth as my cheeks
and jaw got sore and I would cautiously jack him off using the wetness of
my saliva letting him calm down a bit so he wouldn't blow his load too
quickly.

In the darkness I couldn't see much of anything. Only a slight glow of
moonlight barely lit the little bedroom. I felt him shift his body weight
but couldn't really tell what he was doing. I thought maybe he was about to
blow his wad and didn't want to shoot it all over me or perhaps I was
starting squeeze his butt too hard. What he did then was reach over and
gently pull my hip toward him. At first I didn't know what he was doing but
I slowly started to follow his lead. He was slowly pulling me onto the
bed. I shifted my weight so that I could bring my lower half onto the
bed. He led my body so that I was laying down on the edge of the bed next
to him but pointed the opposite direction of his body. As soon as my body
was fully on the bed he twisted his torso and turned his head so that his
face was perfectly aligned with my crotch. As soon as I was close enough he
began to lick my cock along with all of the pre-cum I was leaking. Again, I
was in shock. I couldn't believe he had done this. But there he was licking
my hard cock very enthusiastically. After a few moments, he began to suck
my young cock into his mouth. As I watched, he started to slide his lips up
and down over my rigid shaft. Slowly he began to apply suction to his
technique.  He was now doing to me what I had just been doing to him. He
was sliding his lips up and down my shaft faster with a increasing suction,
licking my cockhead all over and grabbing my shaft at the base pulling my
dick as far into his face as deep he could take it. He was doing pretty
good too, only gagging when he went tried to get too much into his
mouth. My eyes rolled back and a long sigh slipped between my lips.

This was feeling far better than I had ever imagined. It wasn't too long
before he reminded me that this was a joint effort by thrusting his young
horny cock at my face poking me in the nose. And he did this without ever
taking his own mouth off of my own dripping cock. Message received, I
smiled as I returned to sucking his cock. We lay there in the near-quiet of
his darkened room in a sixty-nine position clumsily and noisily sucking
each other's boy-dicks. Several times, we both had to stifle childish
giggles because we were making extremely loud slurping sounds as our
inexperienced lips sucked a bit too vigorously on each other's saliva
soaked cocks. Soon our pace quickened as we began to get the hang of our
new game. We were learning what the other one liked and disliked. We were
getting better at it. Before long we began to facefuck each other and grasp
at each other's hips and asses, leading the other boy's face and mouth. Our
moans guiding the other's efforts.

I often wonder what an scandalous sight we must have made. Some might have
taken offense to such a scene. There we were in Billy's childhood bedroom
with it's innocent colorful posters on the walls. His mother and father
sleeping blissfully unawares mere feet away. The toys and games they had
bought for him sitting mutely sitting atop the tables and shelves. The
tranquil night air was now gently filled with the sounds of two adolescent
boys sinfully sucking and shamelessly slurping each other's young
cocks. The myriad plastic eyes of so many stuffed animals on shelves about
the little room, the only witnesses as our young hairless bodies writhed in
newfound illicit pleasure stop his tiny twin bed.

It seemed to go on for hours. Soon (too soon it seemed) I could feel that
Billy was approaching his climax, so doubled my efforts. I began to take
all of Billy's cock into my my mouth. To the point where my nose was
pressing into his hairless balls. He responded by moaning and thrusting his
hips. Soon he was facefucking me. He balls slapping my nose and he began to
moan louder. Even stiffled with my cock in his mouth, he seemed loud to me,
but I was too consumed with effort to care at that point.

I had planned on having him cum in my hand or at least on his bed sheets
but he were both so involved in our ecstasy that I didn't even bother to
pull him out of my mouth before he shot out his first huge thick load. I
felt his cockhead swell and grow hot and then suddenly a hot salty liquid
filled my mouth. Somehow I managed to keep myself from gagging and kept on
sucking, figuring it was too late anyway since his boy jizz was already in
my mouth now. His small adolescent body spasmed and his cock spasmed 6 or 7
times as spurt after spurt of his hot boy cum coated my tongue and shot
down the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could to keep from
drowning.

When he was finally done, I gently let his slimy cock slide out from
between my lips, a string of semen stretched between the the top and my
mouth and broke silently in the darkness.

Surprisingly, he continued to suck me. As I lay there, I looked down the
bed to see if he would stop, since he had already cum. But he didn't.  He
kept on sucking. I smiled happily. I was impressed.

I watched a while as he worked my cock but I knew I should probably finish
up too. Watching him enthusiastically slurp my aching shaft helped. It
seriously turned me on watching my little friend slide his adolescent mouth
down my cock over and over. Watching him it didn't take long. My head
rolled back as I clamped my hands over my mouth as orgasmed intensely. I
shot my load in his mouth, hoping he wouldn't mind since I had just done
the same for him. I stiffened and twitched as load after load erupted from
my balls into his hungry mouth. I muffled a primal scream that surely
should have woke everyone in the house. It was probably the Biggest Load of
my entire young life shooting out of my cock. It must have been a huge
streams of thick cum as I shot my boy wad down his throat. He gagged a
couple of times but continued to gobble up my dick as he swallowed as much
as he could but missed much of it. I didn't really notice because I was
lost in a sea of ecstasy. As the ebbs of my climax receded he pulled his
mouth slowly off of my throbbing cock.

We lay there quietly, breathing heavily from effort and sexual excitement.
After a few minutes, I slowly I got up from the miniature bed and grabbed
some tissues off of his little table. I handed him a few and we quietly and
gently cleaned our sensitive cocks. Which was easy since we were both still
quite hard (Ahhh Youth).

After which, we put our pajamas back on in silence.  As I stood next to his
bed buttoning my night shirt, Billy quietly whispered "Wow, that was fun."

"Yeah?", I asked, genuinely curious.

"Oh yeah" he said grinning.

"I thought about it before but that was way more fun than I imagined.", He
said sheepishly.

It took me a moment to realize what he said.

"Wait, what??" I asked. "You thought about doing THAT before?"

Billy, embarrassed, only nodded.

"With another boy?" I asked incredulously, not quite believing my ears.

"Uh huh" he said shyly.

I pondered that for a moment then asked, "Did you imagine trying it... with
me??"

He giggled, "Maybe..." and just smiled.

 After a moment, he turned on the small light in the corner of the room so
we could see any cum that landed on his bed we might have missed. We didn't
find any. Next he attempted to clean up any remaining cum off his face that
he hadn't swallowed. Then he inspected his pillow where my cum had leaked
out of his mouth. I just watched, still in amazement of his recent
confession. I stood there wearing only my pajama top, I still hadn't pulled
up my bottoms or underwear.

When he turned and faced me for the first time with the light on, we both
started to laugh. Despite our efforts, both of our faces were still covered
with saliva and drying cum and he had one of my little black pubic hairs on
his upper lip. Something about that really excited me. He looked down and
saw my young boner twitch. He smiled and shifted the waistline of his own
pajamas so that his own rigid young cock popped out. I looked at his cock
and my dick jumped again. I slowly began to stroke my shaft while looking
as his cock for the first time in the light. He unsnapped the top button of
his pajamas and began to slide them off as I began to unbutton my top once
more.  I hoped his parents were heavy sleepers because it was going to be a
long long night...