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SUMMER OF EIGHTH GRADE
We had lived in our typical suburban home since I was 3 years old, it was the only home I ever remembered. I had one older brother and we each had our own bedroom, but shared a bathroom. I had friends my age, more-or-less, in the neighborhood and we would ride bikes, play soccer, football and just generally run around the woods. We even had a street hockey team. We were all friendly enough; but did not consider any of the boys a best friend. I was on our middle school wrestling team and also had been swimming since I was 9 years old. I also ws on our middle school cross country and track team. I was about 115 lbs and 5 foot 5 with brown hair and brown eyes and I wore glasses and had braces. I hated my glasses and braces. After eight grade I gave up on the wrestling, it was just too much after school activity and I did not see well without glasses. I also just swam for fun, but I did continue with running through high school on the cross country and track teams.
It was always a big deal when someone moved into the neighborhood. The home two doors down went up for sale, the Brown's had lived there and they were older and their kids had long moved away. I was happy that someone new was moving in and I was hoping whoever brought it would have a boy my age. It was the beginning of the summer after 8th grade, I was 13 years old. I had just noticed that school year that my penis was bigger and my balls now hung lower. I was also just starting to get some peach fuzz around my arm pits and my penis. With that I discovered masturbation about two months before. I generally knew what masturbation was, having read about it in some magazines we had in the shack. The first time was like most of you, one night while I was hard, I rubbed myself until I felt this wonderful feeling and shot out of the end of my penis. The first time I was in my bed and thought, oh shit I just made a mess. I was not prepared with a sock or rag at the time and shot all over my stomach and my bedding. After the first time I was prepared with a sock or some tissues or I would jack off in the bathroom sink or in the shower. Normally I would think about an older neighbor girl when I was doing myself, but once in a while I would think about boys from school or just random thoughts. It did not take very much to bone up and shoot a load, usually more than once a day if I had the privacy.
Finally the day came when some family moved into the house. It was about a week after school ended and just before swim team started, I notice a moving van parked in front of the Brown's house. I would watch from my bike as the moving truck workers took boxes and furniture into the house. I did see the Dad and Mom, but no kids anywhere. It was disappointing, it appears that they did not have any kids. I went back to the house and let my Mom know that someone was moving into that house. She came out of our house and we walked down the street to meet the new neighbors. My Mom said the customarily welcome to the neighborhood and if you need anything let her know. My Mom introduced me to the two adults, at the time I did not pay any attention to their name. My Mom asked if they had any children. They answered that they had one son, named Arthur. With that, I paid attention. They said he was 14 years old and would be here shortly, he had spent the past couple of days with his Aunt and cousins. My curiosity was now peaked, a boy my age was moving into the neighborhood.
As if on cue, a car pulled up and a lady, a boy and two girls came out of the car, the two girls were little, like 3 to 8 years old each. The boy who must have been Arthur bounced out of the passenger side of the car. My first impression was he appeared to be my height and weight, but he had a more masculine body. What I really liked was his was his dark brown curly hair. He wore those cutoff jeans that everyone wore in the 70's with white tube socks and had a t-shirt with Cleveland Indians logo. They had moved from Ohio. Arthur had brown eyes and big red lips and a full face. His curly hair was almost an afro, similar to Finn Wolfhard. Actually he looked a lot like Finn Wolfhard. Arthur ran up to his Mom and Dad and gave them a hug and then settled down. The parents introduce us boys to each other. I was introduced by my full name David, which I did not use preferring Dave or Davey. Arthur asked if he could be excused to use the bathroom, he said it had been a long car ride. His Dad said that the water company had not yet turned on the water yet. My Mom quickly volunteered that Arthur could use our bathroom, in fact she said, if it was okay, David would show Arthur around the neighborhood. Arthur's parents said yes and I then told Arthur, follow me and we let the parents there talking.
Heading up the hill Arthur asked me, "So how hold are you David" I said, "Call me Dave or Davey, I am 13 going into high school, 9th grade at the end of Summer". Arthur said, "Call me Art, 14 going into 10th grade. "I said cool, we will be in the same building and on the same bus".
I took Art up to my room and showed him the attached bathroom to use. Art went into the bathroom and did not shut the door and I could hear him peeing and then hear him washing his hands. I sat on my bed and just thought about the complete change in my day, and soon to be, my life as a teenage boy.
Art came out and looked around my room. He asked about some of the trophies and ribbons I had from swimming. He also was checking out a poster I had on the wall of Mark Spitz. I have no idea where I got it or why I even had it on the wall, but it was the poster with him and his gold medals wearing the red, white and blue speedo. Art I thought it was cool, I even told him that our team swim suit was also the same style, red, white and blue speedo.
While Art was checking out my room, I was looking at him. He had more hair on his legs then me, which wasn't hard since I had very little. He had no facial hair. He had a nice smile and was very non-judgmental. He was just a really nice guy. Seems to have a real interest in the questions he would ask me. He asked if I had a sister or brother, I said just an older brother who was away at college for the summer. He asked about my swimming and what other sports I did, I did wrestling, cross country and track. With his questions, I would follow up with my own. I learned he was an only child. He also liked to swim, but was not on a formal swim team. He liked to hike and bike and seemed interested in cross-county. I told him I also liked to bike and would ride around the neighborhood and into the big park about a mile or so from our houses. I said, I need to show you that park someday.
It was getting near noon and with that Mom called us downstairs for lunch. I learned then that Art did not eat ham, Mom explained that Art and his family were Jewish. I had no idea what that meant, but would find out later. [I learned later that Mark Spitz was also Jewish and had the same Russian background as Art].
We had a great time, Art was funny and was just so cute. After lunch, Art used by brothers bike and we went for a ride in the neighborhood. We even rode all the way to the school we would attend and we looked into the windows. I showed him around to my friends and last I even took him to the shack we built in the woods behind my house. Us neighborhood boys would sometimes sleep overnight in the shack. One of the older kids had a stash of Penthouses and Hustler magazines and other such hidden in the shack. After a bit, we walked back to Art's house and checked in with his Mom and Dad. They had not finished setting up the house and Art's room was just a pile of boxes and furniture. I asked Art if he wanted to stay at my house tonight, he said without hesitation, sure. He went to ask his parents and came back with a big smile on this face. He grabbed his bag with a change of clothing and we left to head back to my house. It was now getting near 7:00, so my Dad and Mom ordered pizza that night and Art and I ate on the back porch.
After dinner he asked about sleeping in the shack. I thought to myself, that would be fun. My parents had no issues with that, so Art and I packed for our night in the shack.
We walked down into the woods each with a bag and a sleeping bag and some potato chips and such. It was only going to be just Art and I, since it was a last minute decision. It was just getting dark and the only light was some candles and a flashlight. I laid out my sleeping back and Art laid his downright next to mine. We lit a candle and laid down on top of the sleeping bags, it was a hot night. We had on our t-shirts and gym shorts.
While lying there I told Art about the hidden magazines, he seemed interested and I said "you want to see them?" "Sure" was his response. I got up and pulled the stash out of the hidden trapped door. We had a collection of about 8 magazines. Generally the Playboy and Penthouse variety, expect for one which I found in the Brown's garbage after they moved away. It was some sort of European magazine with photos of boys, girls and adults. Parts of it seemed like a biology magazine since it shown the progression of boys to men and girls to women. I remember one page that had five naked boys to men, youngest being about 8 to the oldest 18. From small penis no hair, to larger penis no hair, to penis with hair to larger penis with lots of hair. It had the same set up for girls, showing no hair and no boobs to hair and large boobs. That magazine I had hidden at the bottom of the pile, it would be the last one pulled out by Art.
We then laid next to each other and I watched Art thumb though the magazines. We looked at the Penthouse girls and made goofy comments about how big their boobs. The Penthouse even showed a man putting his penis into a women. We went through the pile of magazines laughing with each other, until the last one.
The last magazine was the one which seemed like a "how to" magazine. It was obviously much different than the others and peaked his interest. I had already seen it and was very familiar with each page. Art took his time and turned each page and read it carefully. I just laid next to him and looked over his shoulder. I would also just look at Art and wish I could run my fingers in this curly hair. Art would make an occasion comment and I would agree as appropriate. I watched him turn the page to the one with the naked boys in progression to adulthood. He stopped there and was obviously studying the photo along with reading the sidebar story.
It was on that page, that Art said, "Boy it is hot out tonight, I need to get out of this t-shirt and pants". Before I said anything he started removed his shirt and his paints down to his white briefs. He had on a pair of those now vintage Hanes briefs with the black and blue stripes. I also did the same, pulling off my t-shirt and my gym shorts. I had on my speedo swim suit underneath.
Art looked at me and said, "Wow, you were right, just like Mark Spitz", we laughed. We laid back down on our stomachs and Art went back to looking at the magazine page. I was watching Art more than the magazines, having seen them before. He then reached down and seemed to adjust his cock. I started to bone up and I had to reach down to adjust mine. Art then said more to himself, but out loud; "Huh, interesting". I said, "What do you mean?" He just said, this is like a photo lineup of boys on this side and a photo lineup of same age girls on this side.
I said "Yah, I found that in the garbage after the people who sold you the house moved away." I said "It kind of teaches you what you can expect" He laughed, "It sure does". He pointed to the facing page with the girls and said "It's a roadmap on what the girls have going on too at the same time as us"
I laughed again. I was having a good time with Art.
I laughing said to Art, pointing at the girls, "So, which one would be you?" He laughed and then pointed to the boy phots and said, "I would be this one" He pointed to the boy with good bit of dark hair around his penis and some hair on his legs and pits, but nowhere else.
He said "which one would be you?". I pointed to the guy next down in line with full size penis and a little bit of hair.
With that he pushed the magazine away and turned onto his side and faced me and said to me in a quiet voice, "You ever touch yourself?"
I said in a similar quiet voice "Yep, sometimes".
Looking down at his underwear I could see he had a boner, which of course would make my boner getting more noticeable, with that he glanced at my underwear and could see I also had a boner.
Art said, "Okay, we are on the same page and I can't hold it anymore". Art then rolled over on his back and reached down to grab his penis. He lifted his bum off the ground and pulled down his underwear. He was sporting a hardon. His penis was about 5 ½ inches long with black hair around it and going down is legs. It was about the same thickness as mine, size of a thin banana I would say. It was hard and laid flat on his stomach. He had no hair on his chest or much above his penis. His penis looked very similar to my own, expect it was a bit darker in color and his balls also a bit darker. With that, I sat up and while looking at Art's penis, reached down and grabbed my penis and I pulled down my underwear and exposed by 5 inch penis, a little bit smaller but about the same size around. I had much less hair then Art. Art looked over and smiled and I did the same. I really felt at ease with Art and he obviously felt the same with me. I think the fact that we had just met and both had raging teenage hormones was the reason we just agreed to masturbate in front of each other. It was just so natural.
We proceeded to lay next to each other and pulled on our own hard cocks. When all of sudden, Art said, "Hold on, let me get some tissue", which he rolled over and pulled out of his bag. I did take a look at his bum, it was nice and smooth. He handled me some and he then laid back down next to me, this time a little closer.
We went back to jacking off at the same time. I would be looking at Art and he was laying there with his eyes closed slowly pulling on his penis. I could tell he was getting close when he sped up and grunted "Here it comes" and his eyes opened and he shot his load. It shot up to his nipples and his stomach. I went just about then and shot my load onto my stomach. He looked over at me and my mess and said "Wow that sure was needed and it looks like you needed it too". I laughed and said "Yup, that was awesome". We cleaned up and tossed aside the cum stained tissues. We put on our underwear.
Art said in his quite voice, "I think I might like it here Davey". I said, "I hope you do, I am glad you moved in Art." With that we put away the magazines back in the hidden spot and laid back down and went to sleep.
It was wonderful end to the beginning of my summer before high school.