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My Neighbor Part 1

 

 

When you are gay, you have known you were gay for a long time. You might not have known than or what those feelings were or even meant, but you knew you were different. The summer before I turned 11 years old. That is the year I hit puberty and once I hit puberty I knew I was gay. I hit my growth spurt and grew to 5 foot 5 inches (167 cm) and weighed about 120 pounds. I had dirty blonde hair and had blue eyes. My muscles became more defined and started to grow hair in difference places of my body, most notably under my armpits and my pubic area. As well as different changes down there as well, the length of my penis grew to about 5.5inches(14cm). My balls also grew and hung lower. I soon discovered the wonderful joys of masturbation. I masturbated differently than most people, I didn't do the five-knuckle shuffle, I didn't use my hands. I laid face down on my bed with my dick between my stomach and my bed, my dick was facing toward my head. I would press up against the bed and hold both sides of the bed or have my hands to the side of me and move my hips side to side. I have no clue on how I came across this method but I love it more than using my hands. I would picture in my head fantasies of people I wanted to have sex with. Being 10 years old it took me while on the best method on how to clean up and where to shoot my cum. I masturbated every night before I went to bed, only on the rare occasion that I never masturbated that day.

I had two brothers growing up and I was the middle child. My older brother Travis is 3 years older than me. When we were younger we experimented with each other. We did everything you would expect two brothers to do at that age. We continued until he was 10 years old and when I was 7 years old. We slept in the same room up until I was 7 years old, we had bunkbeds and another bed in our room. On the rare occasion, we would sleep in the same bed. He would sleep on the top bunk and I would sleep on the bottom bunk. We didn't do stuff every night but it happened frequently. Over the years, we became more distance. He got into drugs and alcohol, got into trouble with the law and he dropped out of high school. We remain distance still do this day. I do believe experimenting when I was that young growing up is the reason I turned out gay. I don't really blame him, but I think my life would have been better off. I also had a little brother as well. He was a few years younger than me. His name was Trey and we became close friends. My older brother Travis didn't get along with Trey and they were never close. I was a good big brother too Trey. We had fun like Travis and I did. The only difference was I was there for him when he needed me. I helped with information about his body and helped with school work and all that shit. Travis didn't help me with all that, mainly because I hit puberty before him and he was a dipshit. Trey and I remain close to this day unlike I am with Travis.

When I was 12 years old we had, new neighbors move into the house behind ours. I noticed it was a single mother with two children. One girl and one boy, the girl looked around my older brothers age and the boy looked around my age, maybe a year or so younger. I turned out right about them. They were a single family. The father was still in the picture for the most part, and the boy would visit him when he came into town. The girl's name was Lucy and the boy's name was Tucker. She was a high school a sophomore and Tucker was 11 years old, a grade younger than me. Travis knew Lucy from school, they went to the same parties and everything.

I would get home before Tucker would. My bedroom was upstairs and face the backyard and I could see his house from my room. Every day after school I would see him come home and enter his home through the backdoor of his home. I would also seem him play in the backyard time to time. One day I was upstairs waiting for him to come home so I could see him. Like clockwork around 0330 he came home and enter the backyard. This time he didn't go straight inside, he stopped to the right of the steps. I kept watching because this was an odd thing, he never done this before. He pulled his pants down and I saw his ass, he pulled his pants down that fall. I notice a liquid coming from him. He was taking a piss outside in his backyard. I immediately got hard after seeing his ass. It wasn't the best look since it was far away but I could clearly see skin. I was hoping he would turn around so I could see his dick. He didn't and he went inside. That night I masturbated to that sight of seeing his ass and him peeing.

That was it for a few days. One Friday my older brother and his friend was going over to see Lucy. I wanted to tag along for the sole reason being able to see Tucker. It was the dead of the night, no stars, no moon. It was pitch black and the only light was coming from the porch light of their house. You could really couldn't see them. Lucy had friends over as well and so did Tucker. Everybody was outside talking. Somehow during all of this we ending play fighting by throwing rocks at each other. This went on for a few minutes and I ended up getting hit square in the forehead, it must have scared Tucker's friend because he took off right after that happen. The play fighting stop right after that and everyone went home and that was it.

The next Monday after school I went upstairs and watched out my window looking for when Tucker comes home. It wasn't long, we went to different schools and I got out before he did. Once I seen him go inside his home I waited a few minutes figuring he was going to go to the bathroom and grab a snack. Once I felt enough time has passed I went outside and grabbed my mongoose bicycle and took off on it, riding it around the block. After a few minutes, Tucker, must have seen me and he got on his bicycle and was riding in the opposite way I was going. For a few seconds, I got to see him when we rode past each other.

He was the most beautiful person I have ever seen. He was only a few inches shorter than me and about average weight for someone his age, hardly any fat on him. He had perfect dirty blonde hair cut, blue eyes. He was stunning, a true angel. He was perfect body, perfect in every way. I wanted to befriend him, I wanted to see him naked and I wanted to fuck him. I got hard just by looking at him.

We rode our bikes passing each other by more than a half dozen times. Not a word was spoken, we just looked at each other and kept on going. Until I hit some loose gravel and put my bike down too low to the ground and scraped my knee on the pavement of the road. I was lucky I didn't flip off my bike. It stung a little but didn't hurt. I look down and noticed a slight blood coming from my left knee. It wasn't anything, but I quickly thought maybe he will stop and see if I was okay. I got off my bike and was standing up with my bike underneath me holding my left knee and just waiting on him to come back around. I just kept waiting and he wasn't coming, I knew he didn't go home because I could see his house from where I was at. I was about to give up when I finally seen him coming around the corner of the street. I was thinking finally, took longer enough.

"You Okay" He said to me.

His voice was even better than how he looked. It was high pitched voice and you could tell he hasn't hit puberty. That didn't bother me, I knew he was close to my age.

"Yeah I'm okay, just a little bleeding"

"You need any help" He replied

"No I'll be okay"