Date: Mon, 17 May 2021 01:35:42 +0000 From: bwacko Subject: My New Neighbor Nick - Part 1 Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing anything like this. The story is part true with a dash of fiction. I hope you enjoy. Of course if you aren't interested in teens discovering themselves or are not of proper age please leave now. I welcome all comments, feedback, and suggestions (unless you're just going to be negative, take that somewhere else) at bwacko@protonmail.com. I plan to write more to the story in the future though it depends on time and general reception. Sorry if it's a slow burn compared to some others on the site, but I have future plans! --- It was mid-summer in the 90's when I first met my neighbors son. For the longest time my neighbor, John, lived alone and I didn't even know he had a kid. He was a nice guy and my family got along well with him, but it wasn't until that summer his son moved in with him that I really started paying attention. I was 15, and though I wasn't technically overweight I had some extra meat on my bones. It didn't help that I hadn't even started puberty until I was 14 and so I still had baby fat to deal with and was very slowly growing into my body. I was about 5'6" that summer and at my older brothers behest I'd started working out with him at the gym three days a week. It was slowly paying off, but I still had a long way to go to lose the extra weight and actually be able to lift more than the smallest weights. I had never been the athletic type and would rather play video games or on my new computer than finding any kind of sports to join. I was also home-schooled and intermixed some junior college classes. This is how I knew I was gay. I'd gotten interested in the college theatre and met my first gay friends, and even had my first secret gay kiss with a college student. But that's a story for another time. After that it didn't take me long to figure out what I preferred when it came to sexuality. However my parents were not the type you could tell those things to, and so it was my secret. I was a 'good' kid then. I hadn't even masturbated before and didn't have the first inkling how it worked. I liked to look at pictures on my computer though, so maybe I wasn't all good. Well that summer things changed for me in more ways than one, but the first major thing that happened was when Nick moved in with his dad. One day John lived alone and the next there was someone else sharing the two story house. Nick was 13 and had lived with his mom his entire life. I'm not sure what happened but one day he decided he wanted to live with his dad instead and just like that it happened. While he wasn't exactly my opposite, Nick was a lot different than I was. For starters he was already tall, taller than me even though he was two years younger. He was already almost 5'10" by the time he moved in with his dad, and for the longest time I thought he was my age or older. It wasn't until later that I found out he was younger than me. He arrived one day when I was out in front of my house playing with some other neighbor kids and my younger brother. There weren't a ton of kids on our street to begin with so we had ones ranging from about 10 to 15, with only one other kid my actual age, all throwing a frisbee around. Being one of the older kids I was of course 'in charge'. I was also very protective of the younger kids and would always make sure they could participate. Yeah, I was a sap. But that may be why, when John brought Nick out of the house, I was the first to welcome him. Because of how the houses were, ours and John's yard were connected so we frequently used his yard when playing games too, and today was no different. So it wasn't really much of a surprise when he came out with his son in tow that we were all kind of right there already. "Jason!" John waved at me and I immediately went over to them, smiling at Nick. He was surprisingly attractive. Of course being tall helped, but he also seemed to have one of those naturally strong bodies that some people were gifted with. Of course he wore a baggy shirt so I couldn't really see much, but where I had a little pudge that showed in my tight t-shirt he seemed to be in perfect proportions. Some people got all the luck. "This is my son Nick. He's moving in with me today. Can he join you guys?" Me, being the polite teen I was, said, "Of course! Nice to meet you Nick, I'm Jason." We even shook hands and he gave me a small smile, obviously a little shy at the prospect of meeting all the new people. Yeah, he was absolutely adorable. I quickly introduced him to the other kids. My 10 year old brother Joseph, his friend from school that lived a few blocks over Patrick, another kid from just down the street that was about 13 Nathan, and then finally the other kid my age Dustin. To say that Nick fit right in was an understatement. Before long he was throwing the frisbee and laughing at jokes like he'd been there the whole time. A natural when it came to dealing with people. I knew then that having him as a neighbor might actually be fun with how charasmatic he was. Plus we got to talking about video games and we liked the same ones. One day not long after he moved in Nick asked if I wanted to spend the night and play some games. His dad was going to let us pick out a game and movie at the rental store. I was ecstatic! I didn't get asked to sleepovers very often, more because I didn't have many friends my age, but also because they tended to do 'bad' things, like drink. Again, I was an innocent kid! I agreed and after clearing it with my parents I went over. The benefit of staying at the neighbors for a sleepover is you didn't need to take any clothes or anything! You could just walk home if you needed to! We went to the store and agreed to make it a Mortal Kombat night, renting the new game and the movie that had just been released. Now John was one of those 'cool' dads who didn't care what we ate or drank, so we got candy, popcorn, soda, the whole nine-yards. Maybe it was more of a 'divorced' dad thing, but I didn't care. He was just cool to me. We even picked up pizza on the way home. We ate then played the game in Nick's room for a little bit. We were pretty evenly matched, unlike when I played the other kids in the neighborhood, and so it was a lot of fun. Despite just meeting him I was already super comfortable around him and, being teenagers, I would cuss him out when he won and he gave back as good as he got. It was really like we'd known each other forever. After a while we decided to go down and watch the movie. When we went to the living room John went up to his room for the night, giving us the run of the place as long as we weren't too loud. After grabbing all our junky snacks we sat in front of the TV to watch the movie. It's a cheesy movie, but for us it was awesome. Throughout the movie we'd throw mock-punches at eachother, or kick sideways, pretending for all the world like we were fighters from the movie. Finally the credits rolled. "Man, it must be awesome to know how to fight like that," I said, in awe. Of course, the fact that they all had pretty rockin' bodies didn't hurt. Maybe all martial artists looked like that and I'd just been missing out. "Yeah, it looks pretty cool. I heard it's hard to learn though. My school friend was into it and taught me some things. Nothing like that though where it's all flashy and hee-yaw, but more how to actually take someone down and hurt them. He was on the wrestling team so he got to use some of it there too." "Really?" I was impressed. His friend must be really hot to be into martial arts /and/ on the wrestling team. Being home-schooled meant I didn't get to go to normal school functions. I made up for some of that by doing theatre at the college, but it wasn't really the same. "Yeah," Nick said, then grinned in a way that was almost wicked. "Want me to show you some?" "Definitely!" I said. He started clearing away our junk from the center of the living room and I helped him quickly, excited to actually learn something about fighting. Lifting weights was good and all but weights weren't going to help you if it came down to it. Once we had a wide clear area Nick stood and, to my surprise, pulled off his shirt. This was the first time in his short time here I'd seen him without a shirt on and I had to say my initial thoughts were pretty spot on. Despite not being into any sports he had one of those bodies that was just naturally strong, and the fact that he was so tall just made him that much stronger. There wasn't really any definition to his muscles, but there wasn't exactly much in the way of fat either. If anything there was just the thinnest of layers of baby fat that hid his real muscles. I could tell right away that if we really fought it'd be close and I may even be outmatched. "You should take your shirt off so it doesn't get stretched," Nick said then, breaking me out of my reverie. "Huh? Oh no, it's fine," I said. In truth I didn't want him to see me without my shirt on now that I'd seen him and his beautiful body. It would be embarassing. There was simply no comparison. Nick just shrugged a 'whatever' shrug before he got down on his knees and pointed for me to do the same thing. "Alright, so first we'll just try and pin each other, alright, just like in PE." I just nodded. I hadn't always been home-schooled so I knew how basic wrestling worked. Plus the neighborhood kids sometimes played fight too so it wasn't unfamiliar. I got down on my knees, secretly apprehensive, but determined not to lose. At least, not easily. "Go!" We lunged at each other at the same time, grabbing for arms and bodies, trying to pull the other down to the ground or get on top to force the other person down. Either we were more evenly matched than I expected or Nick wasn't giving it his all as we went on this way for a good minute. Finally he pulled me off balance just enough that he was able to leap forward and put his large frame on my back. I grunted and after only moments my arms gave out beneath me. Nick hooked one of my arms and forced me onto my back, then shoved my shoulders to the ground. I struggled but wasn't able to break free as he used his substantial weight to pin my shoulders down. "One, two, three," he counted before laughing and releasing my shoulders, moving himself up to sit on my chest. "Not bad," he said, staring down at me. Gloating. "Yeah yeah, you got lucky," I said as he reached up to push him and try and get him off of me. In reality I felt a weird tingling in my shorts and I didn't want him to notice, if there even was anything to notice yet. But as I tried to dislodge him he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to either side of my head, leaning over me. This did not help whatever was going on in my shorts and I started to struggle for reals. "Alright you won, get off you big lug." "I'll get off but you have to take your shirt off. I almost ripped it while I was trying to grab you." Nick didn't move as he waited for me to respond. It was a choice, and not exactly a difficult one given the circumstances. "Fine," I said and he climbed off of me. I jumped to my feet then said, "I'll be right back," and ran to the bathroom. I practically slammed the door shut and locked it before pulling down my pants to look at my dick. It was nothing special, about average size really, and I already had a patch of hair growing around it. It was a nice dick, but right now it was betraying me. I was semi-hard and there was something clear and sticky just oozing out the tip. Like I said, I was an innocent boy, so I didn't know what it meant or what to do. In the end I wiped the sticky stuff of with some toilet paper and then pee'd. That seemed to help and it returned to normal. When I went back out to the living room Nick had turned on a replay of an old football game. Not really my cup of tea, but anything was better than what we'd been doing. I went to sit next to him, thinking that would be that, but I was very wrong. "Your shirt is still on," Nick said without even looking at me. "Oh, uh, I thought we were done with that," I said trying to play it off, but then Nick looked over and I could see he was far from done. "Look, I think that was enough for tonight..." I started to say but then Nick moved lightning fast. He turned to face me and his legs shot out, wrapping around my midsection before he locked his heels on the other side of me. I was confused and perhaps even a little scared. "What are you doing?" "This is one of the other moves my friend showed me." Nick said with far too much excitement in his voice. "It's called a body scissor. I figure I'll do this until you give up and take your shirt off." He laid on his side and had me positioned so his legs were on my stomach and back. If this was all it was then I wasn't too worried. Sure there was a little bit of squeezing but it was an almost enjoyable pressure. I put my hands on Nick's nearly hairless thighs and tried to push them down, but they wouldn't budge. I hadn't noticed before, but his thighs were huge. Guess they would have to be with how tall he was. Still, I was feeling cocky. "Well if this is all it is then I guess I won't be-" but that was as much as I got out before Nick SQUEEZED. All the air was pushed out of my body and for a moment my vision became hazy and blood rushed to my ears. It seemed to last an eternity but it was only a couple of seconds before Nick eased up and I was able to breathe again. "What were you saying?" Nick asked, his tone having taken on a sickly sweet quality. "Dude, don't do that again!" I said, and for the first time I felt a twinge of fear. I pushed on the legs harder, like my life depended on it, but they were unmoving. "Shirt" Nick said again. "No, dude, just stop, I'm not AAGH!" Nick squeezed again, not as hard this time, but more just a reminder of what he could do. It still hurt like a bitch. "Fine!" I said finally, and he eased up. I tugged the hem of my shirt out from under his legs, then lifted it up and over my head. Never had I been so embarassed, both by the beating as well as being forced to show my semi-flabby self. Nick released me then and I placed a hand on my belly, wondering if I'd get bruised there later from the beating I'd gone through. I looked over at Nick who was staring at me curiously. "What?" I asked, afraid of what he might say. "I don't know what you were so worried about," Nick said then and shrugged. "You look fine. Unless it's your hairless chest and stomach. There's barely any in your armpits. I thought you were 15." "I am 15!" I said defensively, sitting up and putting a hand on my chest. It was true, not a hair. Damn late puberty. Nick raised his arm where blond hairs were sticking out underneath. "I'm 13 and I've got more than you." "You're 13?" I asked, floored. He looked proud at having passed for older. I suddenly felt very weird, as if my world had shifted slightly. I was beaten up by a 13 year old. A hot 13 year old. Was it weird to think that? Nick suddenly looked worried. "You're not mad I didn't tell you, are you? It's only two years. We can still be friends." I felt bad for him. He'd just moved here and was already worried about losing a friend. I couldn't do that to him. And it didn't hurt that he was cute. "Yeah, we can still be friends." Nick was obviously relieved, but still looked a little apprehensive. So I responded how I thought he'd take it best and I lunged at him. He let out a cry of surprise as he fell onto his side, then rolled onto his stomach so I couldn't pin him down, laughing. We rolled around for a few minutes and though I had the advantage at first, I decided to let Nick have it. He finally pinned me again and then no matter how much I struggled I couldn't get free. He had an evil look on his face this time though and he shoved my arms under his legs, pinning them down to my side and leaving his hands free. "Hey, what are you doing?" I asked, struggling to free myself. But he clamped his knees around my body and I couldn't move. He scooted back until he was sitting on my stomach, then started tickling me! I laughed, loudly at first, but Nick put a finger to his mouth to shush me. "Don't wake up my dad!" He warned, but then he went right back to poking at my belly, my sides, even digging into my armpits. I had to fight to hold back the laughter, or laugh as soft as I could. It was tortorous, but no matter what I did I couldn't get free. I don't know what part it was, or maybe the whole thing, but I had that tingling in my pants again, and it was getting more and more prevailant the longer Nick sat on me. The problem was he kept scooting back further and further to get more tickling real estate. If he kept going he was going to get a very sudden surprise. "No, no, stop, I give up!" I said, trying to get him to stop, to let me go, anything before...too late. He scooched back that last little bit and then froze, his fingers hovering over my body. I froze as well, afraid of what Nick was thinking and what might happen. I was defenseless. If Nick was of the kind he could beat the crap out of me and I wouldn't be able to do anything. As a last ditch effort I tried to buck Nick off again, but he remained firmly in place. Then without any warning Nick laid down on me, putting his full weight into me and crushing me into the floor. He gripped my wrists and pinned them next to my head, then moved his legs so they were inside mine and he pushed /out/, stretching my legs to either side in a grapevine. If I'd been mostly stuck before I was completely immobile now. I couldn't try and buck him off, my arms and body were pinned by his superior weight, and I was at his complete mercy. I had no idea what he was doing and I started to freak out. I was only seconds away from yelling for help when he his hips moved against mine. Whatever words had been on my lips left instead with a soft moan as the fabric of my boxers suddenly rubbed against my cock. He did it again and I felt my eyes flutter shut. I'd never felt like this before. I was a good boy! Without a word Nick began to shift his hips back and forth over mine, and I realized after a few seconds that he was hard too. My eyes shot open but all I could see was his collarbone keeping my head on the ground. Any sounds I made disappeared into the neck of this beautiful teen. He continued to grind into me, but it didn't take long. I shot my load inside my shorts, my body vibrating as I orgasmed again and again. Nick was right behind me and I felt his body quiver on top of me, then stop. I was frozen in place, in ecstacy I'd never felt before, but also scared of what might come next. Finally, Nick rolled off of me and we lay side by side, staring up at the ceiling. Neither of us spoke for a long time, unsure what to say. "Your, uh, friend show you that move too?" I asked finally, trying to chuckle and failing miserably. "Nah, internet." I decided then and there I needed to do a lot more research. "We okay?" I asked hesitantly. "Definitely," Nick agreed.