Date: Fri, 04 Jun 2021 04:34:23 +0000
From: bwacko <bwacko@protonmail.com>
Subject: My New Neighbor Nick - Part 2

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We decided that night not to tell anyone else what had happened, or even
act differently when others were around. Really, we were going to act
like it never happened. It wasn't the best area or time for people to
even think you might be gay. There were no protections, there was no
equality. Besides, I didn't even know exactly if Nick was gay. He
certainly didn't fit the overly negative stereotypes of the time, but
then neither did I.

A month passed before our next night alone. In that time a lot of other
things happened. I started going to the gym five days a week with my
brother. I didn't want to be embarassed by my belly again so I did my
best to get rid of it, at least as much as one can in a month's time.

Me, Nick, and the other neighborhood kids still played frequently. We'd
play out in front of someone's house, go in for some videogames, or walk
to the park that wasn't more than a few blocks away. Shortly after Nick
moved in his dad also bought him one of those above ground pools, and
with how hot it could get in the summer, it turned into a very popular
place.

Really for me it was twice as good, because not only could I cool down in
the pool, but I also got to see Nick wearing just wet swimming trunks. It
didn't matter that he was younger and even that Dustin was my age, for
some reason something about Nick was more interesting to me and my
hormones.

As some time passed I started doing some research. At least as much as I
could back in the day of dial up internet. Everything took forever to
load! Not to mention we only had one shared computer so it mostly was at
night. Even back then though I knew how to clear my browser history! I
researched different things about gay sex that I'd never thought of
before, and even how the body worked. Sex Ed wasn't really a thing when I
went to school.

What I found most exciting though was when I started looking up different
styles of wrestling. For some reason that turned me on even more than
just seeing two guys did. I think it had to do with the power over
someone else, or the powerlessness you had when you were the victim.
Regardless, it was definitely exciting to me and stirred something in my
pants. Not that I could do anything about that. Because despite my
research I was still a good boy.

You see, my mom was very religious. That not only tamped down on my ideas
of some day coming out to her, but also in doing things like
masturbating. It was forbidden. Sharing a room with my younger brother
kind of made it impossible to do anyways.

And so it was that by the time I was able to again spend the night at
Nick's it had been a while. A month, more or less. His dad, John, was a
real ladies man and he'd sometimes head out to the big city for a whole
weekend. Now that he had Nick he didn't feel good leaving him home alone,
so of course I agreed to go over there and spend the weekend. It wasn't
really babysitting, more just hanging out. And my parents were right next
door if there were any real problems.

John left us money for the weekend to order food and go to the store if
we wanted, something we could easily ride our bikes to. But he'd already
pretty much stocked up the house for us, so things were pretty good
there.

It was Friday night when John left and we immediately ordered pizza,
because that was just kind of our thing.

"What do you want to do?" Nick asked while we waited for the pizza.

"I don't know," I said uncertainly now that we were alone. But my
hormonal brain went right to the first thing it wanted to do. "Hey, I saw
some new wrestling moves online, we should check them out."

"Yeah, sure," Nick said, almost seeming as excited as I did. Maybe I
wasn't the only one who got excited by such things.

We went to his dad's computer and after some searching we found some of
the webpages I'd found previously. Most of them had to do with submission
holds and ways to control your opponent. I was getting really excited to
try some of them, but I just played it off as normal.

"We should try some of these." I said, totally playing it off. "So that
we know how they work."

"Definitely," Nick agreed immediately before he took off his shirt,
leaving him in only his shorts once again. He was still just as hot as
the last time I'd seen him.

I was still a little ashamed of myself, but I'd been hitting the gym hard
for a month and it showed. A lot of my baby fat was gone and I was even
starting to show some more muscle. When it came down to pure strength I
was probably even stronger than Nick now.

When I took off my shirt Nick look impressed. "Been working out?"

"Yeah, just a bit." I admitted with a grin before looking back at the
computer.

We started at the top of the list and took turns applying the different
techniques that we found.

"Alright, so if someone taps or says they give up you have to let go to
make sure you don't hurt them. That's what all the websites say." I
explained as we cleared some space next to the computer. And then we
started. We tried out various armbars and joint locks, and besides the
pain I was surprised to find that it was all still a turn on.

We got down to the full nelson and I was surprised at how much you really
couldn't escape these techniques once they were applied. Nick had my arms
above my head and his legs wrapped around my waist and no matter how much
I struggled. I had worn baggy shorts on purpose because as I was stuck I
could feel myself getting hard pretty quickly. Luckily it didn't show.

As I tapped out Nick released me and I took a second, pretending to be
double checking the move on the computer while I let my dick get back
down where it belonged. I didn't want to be behind Nick and poking him in
the back. That would just be weird.

After a few moments I was ready and got behind Nick, scooping his arms up
wrapping my legs around him before pulling him down and stretching him
out. It was amazing seeing his miles of skin on display and under my
control. I could feel him struggling, see his muscles flexing as he tried
to break free, but I was stronger and had the better position. I didn't
want to let him go.

Even better, I thought I saw something tenting in his shorts. And an idea
hit me then, a little pay back for the last time I'd spent the night. I
unhooked my feet and let one of them slide just over where I thought I
saw the tenting.

It had the desired effect and I felt his whole body shiver above me. It
made me grin wickedly and I laid my foot down right on his lap. I could
feel him hard underneath my foot and he began to squirm even more above
me. I held him tight, making sure he couldn't escape.

"Alright I give," Nick said, but I didn't release him. Instead I began
rubbing my foot slowly against his shorts, causing him to gasp in
surprise. He really started squirming then, but there was no way he could
get free. "What are you doing I said I give!" I kept going, holding him
tight, reveling in the feel of his skin against mine, especially every
time he shivered at the touch.

"Stop! Let me go!" And I did. Because he said stop, and while it might be
my fantasy to be held against my will, it didn't mean it was his. Nick
jumped to his feet and rushed to the bathroom, to do what I don't know.
Just to escape or to finish what I'd started?

I got back on the computer while he was gone and started skimming through
pictures again.

"Man you almost made me mess up my favorite pair of shorts!" Nick said
when he returned not long after.

"Sorry," I said with a shrug, looking over at him. He'd indeed changed
his shorts but he was still shirtless. "I was just getting you back for
last time."

"Whatever." He almost seemed upset, and I wondered silently if I had
crossed a line. "Just make sure I'm wearing crappy shorts next time."

"Next time?" I asked, and he actually grinned. Okay, so I apparently
hadn't crossed a line. "We should come up with a way to tell each other
when we really mean to stop," I said suddenly. I'd seen it mentioned
before but that was on porn sites. I was afraid to pull that up. "Just a
really random word." And that's how I had my first safe word.

The pizza arrived before we could really get back into it. We ate and
turned on the TV and started watching a hockey game, just hanging out as
kids do. While the game was on we'd occasionally poke at each other, but
our focus remained mostly on the game.

Once it was over Nick looked over at me, as if he was appraising me. "I
liked what you were doing, I just really like those shorts." He admitted,
not at all seeming sheepish about it like I would've been admitting such
a thing. I was surprised.

"Well, now we know what to say if one of us really wants to stop." I
turned away to look for the remote and suddenly I was tackled from the
side. Last time that might have been enough to give Nick the advantage,
but I was stronger now. I managed to half push him off, then jumped on
him in return. He obviously hadn't expected that and I quickly had him on
his back, his hands pinned above his hand.

Nick was surprised and it showed. He tried to buck me off but I managed
to ride it out, grinning down at him evilly. Just seeing his bare chest
laid out under me made me start to get hard again, and knowing he
couldn't escape me just added to it. I decided to finish what I'd started
earlier and brought one of my feet up to start rubbing in his crotch
again.

He was already hard and I felt him shiver under me as I touched him
through his shorts, moaning softly. While he tried to escape a few more
times, he was no match for me when I had this advantage over him. After a
few seconds his hips started rubbing against my foot. As I watched him
underneath me I saw his whole body tense, then shake as he shot his load
in his shorts.

I could feel my own dick tenting my shorts, but I was too focused on
making Nick feel good right then. I don't know why, but it felt
important. So I kept moving my foot over him until he really started to
squirm. "Stop, it's sensitive!" He said loudly, and so I did, though I
didn't give up my position on top of him.

Instead I stared down at him and grinned. "I guess we know who's in
charge now, don't we?" I said, feeling quite proud to have bested him and
made him cum in his shorts. That just made him start to try throwing me
off again, but I was able to stay on top much to his chagrin. He
obviously wasn't happy that he wasn't in control this time.

"I need to clean up my shorts, get off of me," Nick said as he tried to
remove me again, but I didn't. I was having way too much fun, and this
feeling of control was keeping me hard, I practically wanted to explode.

"Nah, I like it up here," I said, then slowly, deliberately, so that he
knew what was coming, I pulled his arms down one at a time to his side
and pinned them there with my legs, just like he'd done to me that first
night.

"No, don't you dare!" Nick practically squeaked out as he fought with
everything he had. But it just wasn't enough. My gym time really was
paying off. I got both of his arms pinned under me despite his struggling
and then I reached down and started tickling him. He laughed so hard, I
had no idea someone could be so ticklish! And he had miles of skin to
torment! I could feel his muscle hiding just underneath that thin layer
of fat, and just feeling like I'd conquered it all had me in a strange
ecstacy.

When I looked behind me I could see Nick's shorts starting to tent again
and I could tell he was enjoying the torture. I reached back with one
hand and just barely touched his hardness and I saw it twitch in his
pants, much to my delight.

Unfortunately the way I'd twisted my body around had me off balance and
so when he suddenly bucked up with all his strength he finally dislodged
me. I fell to the side and before I could recover Nick was there. Large
thighs wrapped around my body and immediately SQUEEZED. The air was
forced from my lungs and I was in pain, yet I could feel my dick
twitching in my own shorts. Even as I found I couldn't breathe and
started to panic slightly my second head was betraying me.

I tried to break the hold, to push the legs down, but they were vice
like. Steel. Panic continued to rise as I struggled to breathe and Nick
wasn't letting up. He had an almost masochistic look on his face. I felt
myself weakening from lack of oxygen and black spots were appearing in my
vision. I thought of saying the word we'd agreed on, but I didn't even
have the air to speak. Nick wouldn't really hurt me that bad, would he?

Finally, as my arms started to turn to jelly and my vision was almost
completely black the squeezing stopped. I gasped, trying to get as much
air as I could. I'm not sure how long it took. It felt like forever, but
it was probably only seconds because as my vision cleared Nick was just
sitting on my chest, looking smug, arms crossed over his chest. "Now
who's in charge, huh?"

"You almost killed me!" I said, trying to sound angry, even though the
whole experience had me ready to blow.

Nick didn't look sold. "You would've been fine. Even if you passed out
for a little bit. My friend showed me how that works. There's even a way
you can choke someone safely. But those aren't as scary." Nick looked
behind him then at my shorts, "And I'm not sure it'd get the same
reaction."

"Whatever, just get off so I can breathe." I said. He'd already pinned my
arms under his legs and, despite my greater strength, I couldn't easily
dislodge his heavier weight. He had the advantage and he knew it.

"Nuh uh," Nick said, that evil grin returning. "I'm not done." He
released my arms then leaned over me and put one of his hands over my
mouth and nose. I was surprised and as I tried to gasp I found that I
couldn't breathe again! I immediately started to struggle but my arms
were pinned and the best I could do was flail slightly.

Then I felt his foot, touching my betraying cock through the fabric of my
shorts. I shivered despite the fact that I couldn't breathe, the single
touch almost enough to make me shoot then and there. After a few moments
he lifted his hand and I got in another breath. I was about to tell him
to get off of me but he covered my mouth again. His foot began rubbing up
and down the length of my dick, causing a eupohric feeling to fill me.

I didn't last long.

After a month of looking things up and never touching myself, combined
with the nights previous activities, I was ready. It was only seconds
before I orgasmed, shooting my load into my boxers. My body tensed up,
then shivered, and Nick must've known because he finally moved his hand
away. "You like that, don't you." It wasn't a question, more an intrigued
statement. I was too flushed to respond.

On top of that, he hadn't stopped moving his foot and now I was starting
to understand what he'd said earlier about it becoming sensitive. I
squirmed, I thrashed, but I couldn't dislodge the heavier boy. After a
few seconds he stopped, then stood up.

"Aww man, I didn't bring another pair of boxers." I said as I sat up,
then stood to go to the bathroom to try and clean off.

"That's okay," I heard Nick say as I walked away, "We won't be wearing
them for long."