Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2023 18:26:11 +0000 From: StoryTime Subject: The boys in the neighborhood - chapter 3 gay young friends adult/youth Dear Reader. The following story contains strong language and explicit scenes of sex between adults and boys user 18 years old. If you are offended by this kind of material then please leave this page NOW. Please donate to nifty using link https://donate.nifty.org/ if you are able to do so and help keep this page available for all to enjoy. Thank you. Please email your comments to specialtales@proton.me Below are the links to my other stories on Nifty https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-life-of-a-small-town-paperboy/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/will-you-love-me/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/jose-gets-a-mouthful https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/at-the-fishing-hole https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/ride-the-stallion https://new.nifty.org/stories/the-boys-in-the-neighborhood-41769/ The boys in the neighborhood - chapter 3 Mr. Parker, the choir director This story is part of my series, the boys in the neighborhood, in the gay/young friends section. Some of it might be autobiographical or maybe only wishful thinking. The 1960s were very different from today. At least, that's how I see it. Back then, there were penises everywhere. Restrooms, pool changing rooms, and every junior and high school locker room. Hell, gym teachers would stand in the shower entrance and make sure we showered, and I'm pretty sure to get a look at a developing penis. They had jock checks right on the gym floor. Pull down the front of your shorts to prove you have a jockstrap on. They'd talk about blue balls. Look it up. It has nothing to do with a jockstrap. My friends and I started looking at each other's penis' in preschool. I touched another boy's when we were four. This story is about my time in the school choir. I was invited to join the choir when I was in third grade. Most kids didn't make it until fourth. I was a strong, clear soprano. My voice was purer than most of the girls'. I also had a lot of vocal power. I could belt it out. Mr. Parker was our music teacher. I loved singing for him, and he liked my singing. He taught me how to breathe, how to stand while singing, and how to sit and sing. Back then, school didn't start until after labor day. Choir practice began in early August. Our music room was in an outside building that was called a "temp" or "temporary building." Mr. Parker had us come in at 2:00 pm, and we practiced until 3:30 three days a week. We made an effort not to miss a practice. There were fights with parents over August vacations. I never missed it. There was a boy that sang very well. He was starting 6th grade this year. I noticed he made some squeaks and missed some notes. He stood behind me. "Let's see how it goes, Sam. If we need to change you to tenor parts, we can. Until you settle in, we can have Robbie do the higher-ranged stuff. You'll help him. Can You stay after practice for a bit? I want to check things out." "Yes, sir," Sam replied. I was early to the next practice. Sam was already there. "How did your exam go? What did Mr. Parker do?" "He looked in my throat and ears. Listened to my chest and looked, you know, down there." He pointed at his crotch. "You mean he looked at your penis?" I was interested now. "Yeah." "Why?" "Well, he checked how big my balls are and how long I am and looked at my hair." "You have hair down there?" "Yeah. You got an older brother, right?" "Johnnie is going to be in 7th grade. He has hair down there, too. He can make sperms." "That's the other thing Mr. P wanted to check. He told me he needed to suck on my mouth organ to ensure it worked ok. I guess it did because I shot a lot of sperms out. He said it was a lot for a guy my age. He needs to check it once or twice a week. He told me if he emptied my balls for me, my voice would settle down. I'm not supposed to jerk off until the next break." "So, do you think I could watch you guys sometime? I know a place I can see you from." "I guess. I was supposed to meet him here this morning. If you hide, he might not see you." I ran around the side of the temp. I knew right where I could peek in. The window blind in the back was torn. We would peek in to see if Mr. Parker was in the room. I heard a car pull into the lot a few minutes later. "Hi, Sam. I'm glad you could make it early today. Let's go check you out." I head the front open. It had an awful squeak. I peeked in the window. Mr. P looked into Sam's mouth as he felt along Sam's neck. "Looks good, Sam. Take off your shirt." Sam unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Mr. P ran his hands over Sam's chest. He spent a lot of time playing with the nipples. "Raise your arms." Sam put his arms up. Mr. P leaned down. He sniffed each side. "No hair yet. I can smell the deodorant I gave you. Smells good." He ran his hands down Sam's chest until he reached the top of his pants. He undid the belt and unbuttoned them. He slowly pulled the zipper down. "Drop your pants and underwear." Mr. P stepped back as Sam pushed them below his knees. His penis was hard and stuck straight out. His balls were big, and he had lots of hair. Mr. P put his under Sam's balls. "They're pretty heavy. I guess I need to drain them again." I was surprised when he knelt and took Sam's penis in his mouth. Sam looked in my direction and gave me a thumbs-up. They were really going at it. Sam was driving his penis in and pulling it back out. His hands were holding Mr. P's head. He looked at me again. I thought I saw him mouth "almost." A minute later, Sam held tight to Mr. P's head. He was pushed all the way in. His whole body shook. As he finished shooting, he put his hands on Mr. P's shoulder and leaned over. Mr. P was sucking very gently on his penis. Sam pushed him away. Mr. P wiped Sam's penis and balls off. He helped Sam pull his pants up. They sat in a couple of classroom chairs. My little boy's penis was as hard as a nail. I adjusted it, so it stuck straight out in my soccer shorts. I walked around to the front and walked in. "Hi, sir. Hi, Sam. How are you guys." I adjusted my penis again. I pretended to hide what I was doing. "Hi, Robbie," said Sam. "How's my new soloist? You seem to be having problems with your pants. Need help?" Mr. P asked. "Well, my pee pee is funny. It gets hard all the time." Mr. P looked at his watch. "We have some time. What do you think, Sam? Can we get rid of that stiffy?" "I'm sure we can, sir. " "Come sit in my lap, Robert." I climbed up on Mr. P's lap. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He lifted me so Sam could pull them down. Mr. P started to stroke my stiffy. He used his other has to play with my balls. Sam knelt in front of us. He went to work on my penis. It felt so good. I could feel Mr. P's penis expanding under my butt. Sam went to work on my penis. He got my balls in his mouth too. My tummy tingles built up until it was too much. "Stop, Sam!" I pushed his head away as the good feelings made my penis bounce around. I might have passed out. The next thing I felt was Mr. P slowly stroking my penis. Somehow he had got his big one out. It was poking between my legs. Funny, I don't see any hairs there. "Suck me, Sam. Replace the boy juice I took with some good man juice." Mr. P continued to stroke me while Sam sucked him. It only took a minute for him to shoot in Sam's mouth. "Hold it all, boy. I want you to show Robert what a man load looks like" Sam leaned over us. There were a lot of sperms in there. He tried some down on my penis before he swallowed. Mr. P rubbed it into m skin. As he cleaned me up, Mr. P said, "I think you'll enjoy choir the next few years. Can you come in early with Sam until school starts? I may need you to stay after school a couple of times a month also. I call your mom and set it up." Choir was my favorite thing about elementary school. Sam and I never did anything together outside of our special classes. I ran into him while I was in high school. I recognized him. I think he was surprised to see me. "Hey, Sam, it's Robbie. How's it hanging?" "Robbie? You're all grown up now. Do you still sing? Mr. Parker work with you?" "I'm in the high school choir. Mr. P helped me get through sixth grade." "I'm sure he did." "What are you doing now?" He laughed. "I teach private music lessons if you know what I mean."