Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2019 14:55:00 +0000 From: puermalo1 Subject: George's Teenage Adventures Chapter 1 This is a fiction, a product of a lurid imagination with no basis on real events or people. It should not to be read by those who might be offended or those for whom such material is forbidden. I welcome comments via puermalo1 @ protonmail.com GEORGE'S TEENAGE ADVENTURES CHAPTER 1. George's new neighbours Life in our village is boring even at the best of times There's fuck all for a fifteen-year-old like me to do. It isn't surprising that I spend so much time in my bedroom watching porn and wanking. I expect you're wondering why I don't spend time with my girlfriend? Well, I'm simply not interested in girls. Boys are what I like; I have done ever since I can remember. Now I expect you're wondering what mischief I've been up to! Let's just say there's been all the usual `I'll show you if you show me' stuff and a few mutual wanks, but that's all. Worse still, my mates in the village have left that sort of thing behind and are mostly too busy with their girlfriends these days. Then, this summer, just when I was resigning myself to a sex life of furtive wanking and boy porn, things suddenly changed with the arrival a new family in the village. Anything new is always a reason for excitement – yes, it really is that dull here! I spotted the removal lorry outside the house opposite and watched from my bedroom window as furniture was unloaded. A little while later, a car drew up. Ah, these would be our new neighbours, I thought. The doors opened and a family emerged, a youngish couple and two boys. My attention was instantly turned on the youngsters, one I guessed to be around thirteen and the other maybe ten or eleven. At lunchtime, my mum switched into gossip mode, as usual. "I see the new family have moved in." "Really? Have you met them yet?" said my dad, home for lunch before returning to work down at the farm. "Not yet," my mum said, "George saw them arrive, didn't you, George?" "Yeah," I replied. "As chatty as usual, I see," dad commented, drily. "What's to say," I answered, "Some people have moved in, that's all." "Well, I'll pop across the road later," said mum, "and see if they're settling in?" "Give `em a chance, love," dad said, "They've only just got `ere!" "All the same, it's nice to be welcoming." I could tell she couldn't wait to stick her nose in. Later in the afternoon, my mum announced she was going across the road to meet the new neighbours. You must come too, George," she said. "You can say hello to the two boys." "Okay, I suppose," I muttered, trying to sound disinterested despite looking forward to getting a close-up view of the youngsters. We crossed the road and knocked on the door. It was answered by the mother. "Hello, I'm Kate," my mum began, "from across the road. We've called to say hello." "Oh, that's nice," said the woman, "I'm Lucy. Why don't you come in for a cup of tea? I could do with a few minutes break from all the chaos!" We followed her into the hallway, stepping over various half-unpacked boxes, and went through to the kitchen. "Boys!" she called, "Come and meet the neighbours." A stampede of footsteps down the stairs announced the arrival of the two boys. "This is David," said their mother, introducing the older boy, "and that's Jonathan." "Hello, boys," mum smiled, "We're your neighbours across the road. This is my son George." "Hi," I said. Introductions complete, the two boys disappeared again, leaving me with the two mothers and cups of tea. I rather wished I could be upstairs with the boys rather than stuck in the kitchen but accepted that getting to know them better would take time. The women chatted away. Eventually, it was time to leave though. "Well, I expect you've got plenty to do," said mum, "we had best let you get on with it." "It was nice to meet you," said Lucy. "Yes, we're a friendly bunch. Let me know if there's anything you need." "That's very kind." "Oh, I nearly forgot. There's a village social at the weekend, a barbecue and such like. You must all come. It will be a great way of meeting the other village folk." "That sounds a super idea," said Lucy as she showed us out of the front door, "We'll look forward to it, I'm sure." ... Saturday afternoon arrived and it was the day of the village social. I wouldn't have bothered going but the thought of meeting the boys again was incentive enough. The event was held in the pub garden and it seemed most of the village residents had turned out. Mothers were in various groups gossiping away. Fathers were mostly standing around the barbecue, trying to look skilled in the art of outdoor cooking (for most of them, this was the only time they ever cooked!). The kids were playing a variety of games such as swingball and skittles. We met up with Lucy, her husband and their youngest son, Jonathan. "Hello, there," my mum said. "Hello," smiled Lucy, introducing us to her husband. "Only one of you?" my mum asked Jonathan, "Where's Daniel?" "It's David, mum," I corrected. "Oh, well, I was close," she said, "Still a person from the Bible, isn't it!" Lucy explained. "David said he didn't want to come so we left him at home." "That won't stop us having a good time," said the father, "Who's for a hotdog?" "Won't he be lonely on his own?" my mum asked. "I'm sure he's fine. He's just started the grumpy teenager bit, that's all!" "Oh, we know that only too well!" "Thanks a bunch!" I said, sullenly. "I know," said Lucy, turning to me, "why don't you go back and see if you can change his mind. Let yourself in the backdoor. I'm sure you'll find him moping about in his room." "Yeah, okay, I'll go and see if he wants to join us," I said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. A few minutes later I was at the house. The backdoor was unlocked, and I went in. I thought I'd have a quick look in the lounge (have I inherited my nosiness from my mother?!) before calling out for David. I pushed the door open went in. What I saw surprised and delighted me in equal measure! There was David, sprawled out on the sofa, trousers around his knees. In one hand he had his phone – obviously looking at porn – and in the other, his hard erection. He was so busy wanking that he didn't even notice me standing in the doorway. I hid myself and peered around the door surreptitiously. He sighed as he wanked feverishly and it was obvious that he was nearly at the point of no return. I could have leapt upon him there and then but decided to observe slyly, squeezing the bulge that had instantly filled out the front of my trousers. He suddenly stopped, as if a sixth sense had told him something wasn't right. Turning his head, he saw me and in a split second crouched over, attempting to conceal his naked middle. "Oh, shit!" he moaned miserably. "It's fine, don't worry," I said, "everyone does it." He was shuffling himself back into his trousers and his face had turned scarlet with embarrassment. "Yeah, but not everyone gets caught doin' it!" he responded. "How much did you see?" "Enough to know that you were enjoying yourself with porn! What were you watching?" "You ain't gonna tell, are you? "Of course not, it's our secret. Now, show me what you were watching." I went over and sat beside him and he held up the phone. It was gay porn; a blond twink being fucked by an older guy while sucking on another. "Interesting choice," I said, "I guess you're gay, then." "I dunno, really," he replied, calming down a little after his initial panic. "I just prefer this kind of thing sometimes. You won't tell on me, will you?" "Of course not!" I said, "Besides, I prefer gay porn, too!" "Yeah, it's fucking hot!" he smiled. We watched the porn in silence for a little while before I summoned up some courage to ask, "So, why don't you finish off what you started?" "What? Wank off with you here?" "Yeah, why not? If it makes you feel any better, I'll have a wank too." He hesitated, "I'm not so sure." "Go on," I urged, "I'm horny after looking at that porn and I know you are too." "Our secret?" he asked. "I promise. Anyway, I won't be watching you, I'll be watching the porn." I was already undoing my trousers so there was no way back now. I took out my dick, stretching it to its full five-and-a-half inches, and pulled on my heavy balls. David watched, open-eyed. "Come on, then, release the beast!" I said as further encouragement. "I saw you wanking five minutes ago so it won't come as a shock, will it!" David unzipped and pulled his stiff dick out. It was around four inches long and the tip was sticky with precum. Putting the phone between us on the sofa he began to watch the porn again and wank himself. I followed suit but was more interested in checking him out that the porn. He held his dick with his fingers and jerked it up and down, flashes of red appearing as the foreskin was pulled back and pushed up. I shuffled out of my trousers, freeing my balls which now bounced as I wanked myself. David followed my lead and now I could see all of him up close. He had a sweet tuft of pubes just growing in, although his ballsac was pink and hairless. I was delighted to notice that his eyes were watching my manoeuvres, in between glances at the porn and at his own jerking off. "I'm nearly there," he gulped. I reached a hand across and took hold of his dick. Not giving him a moment to consider it, I said, "Let me finish you, it'll feel much hornier!" My fingers replaced his around his little, hard dick and it was only seconds later that I felt him tense up. He thrust his hips forward and made a kind of moan, releasing a gasp of air at the same moment he ejaculated. I was rewarded with the sight of perhaps half-a-dozen clear droplets jumping from his dick. He wasn't old enough to make puddles of thick boy cream but what he lacked in quantity was outweighed by the sheer vigour of his spurting. The line of gooey drops went almost to his face. The sight of this pushed me onwards. Gripping my dick in one hand and pulling on my balls with the other (the technique I most enjoy when I wank) I came. David watched as I sat there groaning and pumping my white juices into a puddle on my belly. "Fuck! You make loads!" he praised. I just smiled as I squeezed out the last of it. We quickly cleaned ourselves up. David had to fetch another t-shirt as the one he was wearing now had little wet patches, much to our amusement. Then we headed off to join the others at the village gathering. "Did you enjoy what happened?" I asked him, as we walked through the village. "You bet!" he replied. "When can we do it again?" "Steady on, you randy little bugger!" I laughed. "Have you done stuff with other boys before?" he asked. "Yeah, a bit. What about you?" "Sort of, I suppose." "Sort of? What do you mean by that? "It's a secret." "Go on, tell me. I'll keep it to myself, I promise." "No, it's weird!" "Weird? How is it weird?" "No, I ain't telling." "It must be really weird if you're not telling me," I said, "like, you do it with your brother or something." He didn't speak. "Fucking hell! It IS your brother, isn't it?" "Yeah," David eventually admitted, "but never ever tell anyone." "It's a secret...I promise." We met up with the others. "Ah, there you are at last," said David's mother, "What kept you?" "Oh, nothing much," David replied, giving me a sly wink. I couldn't help but look at his brother, Jonathan. Hmm, I thought, I wouldn't say no to a bit of that! I wondered what the two brothers got up to together. Those thoughts were foremost in my mind when I had my regular bedtime wank later. ... 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