Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2017 16:35:19 +0000 (UTC) From: jordan franks Subject: dream lover neighbor chapter 3 Ok we all know that material here may be erotic. There may be sex between minors or between minors and adults. If that bothers you don't read it. This is a valuable forum for we who enjoy such reading so please support it, or like I said below. We also know that nifty needs to feed the squirrels that do the work here so http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html is where to send the money. Dream Lover Neighbor Chapter 3 Mike went upstairs, after his homework was finished. His parents were watching some stupid reality show, and there wasn't anything that interested him on TV. He scanned through his Facebook Page, sent a few IMs to his old friends back in Center City and looked at a couple of his favorite porn sites. He was careful to scrub his browser, when he was finished in case his Dad decided to troll through his laptop. He took his shower, and brushed his teeth, before he went to bed. He dropped the towel from his waist, and he got into his bed naked. He loved sleeping nude, even though his Mom wasn't very happy with the idea. As his eyes got heavy, he thought back on how he fought with his parents over moving to Summerfield. He had all his friends that he grew up with in Center City, his baseball team, and the best places to stroll for sex. He was almost asleep, when his Mom came into the room, "You asleep,' she asked? "Not yet," he replied, "You could knock, before you come in you know." "You could leave the bathroom like you found it, without your clothes all over the floor, and you could put the towel on the rack in the bathroom and not on your bedroom floor." "If I put the towel on the rack, what am I supposed to cover my butt with going back into the bedroom.?" Mrs. Harold looked at Mike's bare shoulders sticking out over the blanket. She smiled at him. "I suppose you are not wearing anything, again?" Mike lifted the blanket and sheet, and he looked under them. "Nope" "Well I suggest you make sure you get up on your own in the morning, so I don't have to come in y Mike had a quick smart answer run through his head about getting up on his own in the morning, but he wisely decided this was not the time for sass. "Mom, I have been doing pretty good. I even set my alarm." "Mike," said Mrs. Harold, the tone of her voice hinting that she was going to go into a serious matter, "How are you doing now, that you have had a chance to get settled?" "I still miss Davey and the rest of the team," said Mike, "but I guess I'll be okay." "I see you have had a friend over the last couple of days," said Mrs. Harold, "are you going to introduce me?" Mike, so wanted to tell his Mom, about Josh, but she always wanted to know every little detail about who he was with, since the stuff that happened in Center City. "His name is Josh, and he is in my class. We have just been hanging out a little. I don't know if we're going to friends yet," said Mike. He thought, "We're not friends we're lovers, and I wish he were next to me right now. I haven't felt like this since Max." "Well I'm glad you are getting settled," she said, "now go to sleep. I expect you to keep the bathroom neater in the future." She kissed Mike on the forehead, and she walked out of his room shutting off the light, before closing the door behind her. Mike lay back, and his thoughts went back to Center City, and he thought about all the drama that transpired two years ago, in Center City. Two Years Before Mike and his best friend Davey Torsen, were riding back through the Center City Recreational Center and Athletic Complex, after their AAU baseball team practice. It was early April, and it was a perfect Spring day. The boys were going over what had happened curing practice, when Davey stopped his bike and got off. "Hey Mike," he cried out, "hang on this frigging chain is jammed again." "Hurry up, I got to take a dump, and I can't wait a whole lot longer," said Mike. "If you look about fifty feet down the road, pea-brain, you will see a restroom. People take shits in there all time. The city even puts toilet paper in the stalls." "You must have lost your ever-loving fucking mind, dickwad. That is number freaking five, pervert central. Home of the fags. I don't want to be fondled or gawked at while shitting thank you. You might go for that stuff not me," said Mike. "My Dad says that it's all bullshit," said Davey, as he got back on his bike, "there is not one proven case where an underage kid has been molested in the whole complex, much less in restroom five." "I am not taking chances." They went to the pool area, where Mike took care of his problem. It was two days later, when they were returning to their respective homes after a Saturday morning practice that things changed. They were planning on getting back together, after they had changed out of their practice gear and into hang out clothes. "You know Mike, you owe me a dare, since I hit your fast ball out of the park," taunted Davey. "You got extremely fucking lucky, it's early and I'm not in 100% form." "Bullshit, the bet was a dare if I could touch you for more then a double, and cranking one over the fence is more than a double, Ragarm." "OK I'm no welcher, what's the dare?" "I'll let you know, after we meet up later." The boys went their separate ways. Mike went to his apartment just across from the rec. complex, and Davey went to his family's house about five blocks further down the street. Each boy quickly changed out of their practice uniform and into shorts and tee shirts. The big difference, was that Mike only changed after he locked his door. His Mom had walked in once about a month ago, while he was putting on his briefs, and wanted to make sure that wouldn't happen again. Mike at age eleven was just starting to change into a man. He had yet to grow any hair, but he was getting bigger down there. It also bothered him that his peter seemed to get stiff all the time. He was embarrassed by the idea of someone seeing him nude. He always made sure his door was locked at home, and if he had to undress any place else he made sure he wasn't seen. The boys met back up outside Mike's apartment, and they rode their bikes towards the rec complex. "You ready for your dare," asked Davey, with an evil grin on his face? "Sure, twit brain, if you thought it up, it can't be bad" "You have to spend one hour in five all alone," said Davey, "and if anyone goes in while you're there you have wait until they leave." "No way fuck head, I'm not going to do that, you want me to get molested," shouted Mike. "Ok welcher," said Davey, "I'll just let the team know your chicken." "I'm not chicken, perv but that's being stupid." "I didn't say you had to let anyone touch you, just spend an hour." "I still think you are a perv, but I am not a chicken or a welcher!" The two rode to the number 5 rest station at the Rec Complex. It was the usual municipal restroom building. The sidewalk led up to a tee, to the left was the Men's restroom, and to the right the Women's. As you entered the Men's there was a short hall that opened to the main room with sinks on one wall facing the front, and a row of urinals with dividers on the back wall. The wall between them had four regular stalls and one handicapped stall. Mike entered the Men's room, and he looked around, it was empty. "Good," he thought, "I hope no one comes in." Unfortunately, for Mike, the door opened about three minutes later. Mike recognized the man, it was the new pool attendant from the Water Sports Area. He was a lifeguard and he taught the little kids swimming lessons. Mike went to the last urinal, and he acted like he was peeing. The guy went to the middle one of the five. Mike didn't notice him move, but when he looked up the guy was using the urinal next to him. "Sorry, but someone put a bunch of candy wrappers in the other urinal," said the guy, "haven't I seen you at the pool?" "Yeah, sometimes," replied Mike, trying not to look up at the guy. He was hoping that the guy would just leave, but that didn't happen. "You don't look bad for a twelve-year-old," the guy said, "but, you really should not be cruising here. It is dangerous." "I'm eleven not twelve and I'm not cruising," said Mike, embarrassed that the guy thought that he was. "Well if you're not cruising, why are you playing with your cute dick, while you're talking to me?" Mike realized the guy could see his peter, and it was just hard all by itself. "I wasn't playing with it," said Mike, almost crying, "it just gets hard by its self." "That happens to boys your age. It happened to me all the time," said the guy, "by the way my name is Max. What's yours" "I'm Mike. So, do you like guys Max?" "Oh yes, Mike, I like guys, but to be even more honest I like guys like you the best." "What do you mean?" "I like boys better than men. They are much cuter, and they don't have any hang ups about having a little fun." "You mean sex stuff?" "Most definitely," said Max, "and you are very good looking. I've noticed you at the pool. I thought you were older twelve or thirteen, not eleven." Mike's brain was reeling, he had never thought about doing anything sexual with a man, and now this guy was coming on to him. "Look, I don't want to try and make you do anything you don't want to do ok?" "I've never really done anything, with anybody yet," said Mike. "How would you feel about just letting me look at you, while I got off?" "What do you mean?" "Let's go into the big stall, and I'll tell you. I'll go in first, so you can be by the door. That way you won't feel like you're trapped." Max went into the handicapped stall, and mike followed. "Shut the door, and lock it, so no one walks in on us. You can still get out if you want to before I could stop you." Mike pulled the stall door closed, and he slid the bolt closed. Max said, "Okay, I get off looking not touching. I really like watching couples, but I get off on watching boys jerking off, too." "What would you want me to do?" "First, just take off your tee, and hang it up on the door." Mike shrugged, and he took off his tee shirt, and he hung on the hook on the door to the stall. Max smiled at him, and he took off his shirt too. "What is your name? I like to know what to call you." "I'm Mike" "Cool Mike, you don't mind me getting comfortable do you?" "I guess," replied Mike, not really sure he was comfortable at all. "Now would you take off your shorts, and I'm going to take off mine." Max slipped down his tan cargo shorts. Mike took a breath, and he slipped off his shorts, leaving him in just his briefs. "Great," said Max, "I like briefs. See I wear them too." Max was wearing very low cut silky briefs, and Mike could see the outline of Max's stiffening peter in them. Max felt the front of his smooth briefs. "OK Mike, can I see you without the briefs?" "You mean naked?" "Yes, don't be scared I just want to look," said Max, and Mike slowly took off his briefs in front of him. Max just smiled, and he took off his briefs too. Mike watched, as Max stroked his cock. "Turn around Mike, so I can see your butt." Mike turned, and he could hear Max softly moan. Mike looked over his shoulder, and Max was stroking his cock faster. "Turn back around, and play with yours too, Mike." Mike followed Max's directions, and they both were coming to climax. Max spewed first and Mike while not yet able to shoot felt the climax over take him. They rested a moment, then Max started to dress. "I'll be around Mike if you want to see me again. You have a super body hope to see more of it," said Max, as he exited the stall. He was gone by the time Mike had gotten dressed. Mike snuggled down in his pillow, his hand finding his cock under the sheet. He dreamt of the first occasion he had a sexual encounter. He wished Josh was there, but he would be there tomorrow.