Date: Fri, 22 May 2020 03:30:15 +0000 (UTC) From: Alex Raine Subject: The Neighborhood: Chapter 3 Hey, guys! My name is Alex Raine, and this is my first story on Nifty. I hope you enjoy! I'm sorry this chapter took longer than expected. Things are crazy right now, as I'm sure you know all too well. However, I have already started on chapter four, and hopefully, I can get that out quickly for y'all! I have decided that this story will be more sex driven, with most of the focus on it instead of immense character development. Of course, there will be some character dynamics, but for the most part, I want this story to primarily be a jerk-off fantasy for myself and other readers. I am working on another story that will feature more character development. Please don't hesitate to send me feedback, suggestions, or whatever. I look forward to hearing from you! Thanks to everyone who's reached out so far, your comments have helped me so much. The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely a coincidence. This work of fiction depicts sexual acts between minor males. If reading such is illegal where you reside or you are not of legal age, please go no further. Remember, this story exists in the realm of fantasy, and with that, there are no sexual diseases, and the characters are uninhibited by them. In reality, always remember to practice safe sex! Don't forget to donate to Nifty to keep this awesome service going: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html --- [Author's Note: Last chapter, I said that Mason was 16 by accident. Mason is 15 and going into the 10th grade after the summer.] Mason's POV: Life in Warrensville was starting to feel normal for Mason Brandon. Two weeks had passed since his family had moved to the small Southwest Virginia town. He had expected to hate it, and at the beginning, he did. He was terrible at making friends, and those skills didn't really improve with a change of scenery. However, he, along with his brother, Griffin, had found a group of friends in their first days in the neighborhood. They spent their days hanging out with their new friends at the community pool, in town, in nature, or at one of the group members' house. Over the past couple of weeks, Mason and Griffin had been integrated fully into the cadre; it as if they had lived there for years. Mason's favorite part was, of course, the sex. Before moving to Warrensville, he had never experienced the wonderous fun. He had known that he was gay for many years, and the opportunity to have sex with hot boys was amazing. He didn't think that all the other boys were gay necessarily, but they weren't opposed to having fun with each other's bodies. And even though Mason and Griffin were new to the group, he felt a deep connection with the boys, and that was something he never had back in D.C. He'd only had sex with them once, in the woods near a creek that they had skinny-dipped in. That night, he and Griffin had their first sexual encounter between themselves. It had certainly brought the two closer together. They hadn't done anything else since then, and that was fine with Mason, but he couldn't wait until they did. As for the other boys, Griffin had started developing a crush on Bryson. Mason wasn't sure if "crush" was the best word to describe it; at least, that wasn't how Griffin saw it. The way Griffin put it, he had felt an immediate, strong link with him, and Bryson had felt it too. Mason liked Bryson, and he felt he and Griffin were perfect together. The love they had for each other was evident, even from the first time they laid eyes on each other, and Mason was happy for his little bro. The night that the brothers had sex, Griffin had confided in Mason that he felt conflicted about being gay. Even though he had admitted his immense connection with Bryson, Griffin knew that he still liked girls too, and wouldn't say no to dating one in the future. Mason had told him not to worry about it too much, that all would be figured out in time. Over the years, Mason had come to accept that he himself was gay, and the prospect of going out with a girl or fantasizing over a girl had no effect on him. The boys he hung out with were younger than him, but Mason didn't care about that now, as he did before. He realized they didn't care about it, so he shouldn't either. He is bad at making friends, and he thought he should take the opportunity for some easy friends for a change. He had even started developing a little relationship with Evan. Whenever he and the small brown-haired boy were together, Evan would find any excuse to touch him. Sure, Evan was touchy-feely with most everyone, but with Mason, it was clearly intentional, and he thought that it had a deeper meaning. Griffin was the first to point out to Mason that Evan had a crush on him, and ever since, Mason had taken special care to see that the young boy's affection wasn't quashed. Mason, for his part, liked Evan too, just not in the same way as Evan liked him, for now anyways. Mason was happy making Evan happy, and that meant allowing the boy to latch onto him whenever he wanted. A few days prior, the group had gone to see a movie at the movie theater on Main Street, just a walk away from their neighborhood. When picking their seats, Mason was the first down the aisle, and of course, right behind him was Evan. At the start of the movie, Evan's hand was placed beside Mason's, just barely touching it. The light grazing was enough to give Mason a hard-on. When the horror movie started, Evan's hand jumped into Mason's and stayed there, squeezing harder when the boy was scared. Mason held it there. Evan's hand eventually made its way to Mason's knee, and slowly crept up his leg, until Evan was lightly stroking the inside of Mason's thigh underneath his basketball shorts. This sent tingles up Mason's spine and up his dick, making his boner even harder. Then, to Mason's amazement, Evan stuck his hand straight into Mason's shorts and grabbed his cock, stroking it softly. Mason was glad no one had been sitting behind or to the side of them, or they'd get two shows for the price of one. For half of the movie, Mason was in heaven, his dick being felt-up by a cute boy who knew what he was doing, not letting him cum the whole time. Near the end of the movie, Evan took it yet another step. He quickly and quietly left his seat and sat on Mason's lap, positioning himself so the hard member was nestled in the crack between his firm ass cheeks through their shorts. Mason started to protest, but didn't want to cause a scene; anyways, he enjoyed the feeling of the boy's body entwined with his own, and his dick couldn't be happier either. Mason had always admired Evan's ass the most of all the boys. It fit the petite boy perfectly. It was thin, like him, but filled out any shorts he was wearing, even the loose basketball shorts he had on that day. Both mounds were firm yet fleshy to the touch, and the crevice between them was like a vice-grip on his achingly hard wood. Then Evan pushed Mason over the edge. He started grinding his hips back and forth, and the friction was enough for Mason's 5-inch dick to explode in his boxer briefs, strings of cum piling up inside. Mason's arms hugged the boy tightly, and he bit at the boy's exposed neck to stop himself from yelling out. When his climax subsided, Mason released the 11-year-old, who leaned back and gave him a soft peck on the cheek before getting on the ground in front of him on his knees. Mason looked over, and the other boys were oblivious to the pair, engrossed in the movie. Mason could barely see Evan on his knees in front of him in the dark theatre, but the boy's hands pulling on the hem of his shorts told him he was there all right. Evan peeled back his shorts and pulled them below his ball sack. Mason would've stopped him if there was a possibility of being caught, but that would mean someone in the sparsely-crowded theatre intentionally seeking them out. He allowed the cute boy to continue. Evan picked up his softening dick and moved it out of the way to get to the small pool of semen at its base. His tongue lashed out and lapped up the expulsion happily. He licked the rest of the cum off Mason's still-sensitive dickhead and shaft, to Mason's delight. Then, he finished cleaning him off with a few passes of the tongue on his pubic-hair covered balls, the light smattering of hair not fazing him. Evan released the dick and pulled the shorts back to their original position and sat back down in his chair. They watched the rest of the movie hand-in-hand. When it was over, Evan didn't mention their actions to anyone else. It was their secret, one that would be relived in Mason's head over and over again, he was sure. Today, Evan's brother Thomas was finally home from North Carolina after staying an extra week there than planned. Mason and Griffin were both excited to meet a new friend. They were set to meet Thomas, Evan, and Bryson at the pool at noon; Jace was out of town, so he couldn't join them. Mason got out of bed quickly, ready to start the day. After getting dressed, he went through the bathroom that connected his room to Griffin's. He busted into his little brother's room without knocking, hoping to annoy him. Mason turned red in embarrassment instead. Griffin was jerking off on top of his bed, finishing off his morning wood the same way Mason did most mornings. When Griffin looked up to see his brother standing there, he said, "Well, are you just gonna stand there, or are you going to help me out?" Mason knelt down between his brother's legs and got to work worshipping the cock in front of him. He licked it from balls to piss slit, engulfing the shaft and running his tongue around the cut head. Griffin's hands pushed on the back of Mason's head, and his hips thrust up, and Mason felt his orgasm hit. A small warm stream of cum leaked out of Griffin's cock, and Mason licked it up. Because Griffin was on the cusp of starting puberty, his ejaculations were few and far between, and when they did happen, there was only a little cum, and it wasn't as robust as Mason's. Anyways, Mason lavished the taste of it when Griffin did. "Is that what you wanted, your Highness?" Mason taunted when he got off the bed. "Perfect. God, I love it when someone sucks my cock." "Who else sucks your cock except for me?" Mason asked, laughing. "Bryson did the other day, when we went to the bathroom together at the pool. It was amazing. I can't decide who's better at it between you two though." "Has Jace or Evan?" "Nope. What about you? Has anyone else but me done it to you?" Griffin questioned in turn. Mason's face got red again. "Not exactly." "What does `not exactly' mean?" "Well, Evan might have cleaned the cum off of it in the movie theater after making me cum when you guys weren't looking." He said sheepishly. "Woah! I wish I could've seen it. He's such a sex hound. The first time we ever did anything together, on our first day here, he licked mine and Bryson's cum off my stomach. It felt good, but you know what it feels like too." "Yes, yes I do." In their first sexual encounter, Evan had also cleaned the cum off his body. He had also spent a few minutes kissing up and down his flat stomach and chest, paying extra attention to his nipples, which Mason enjoyed greatly. Mason waited for Griffin to get dressed, and the boys made their way downstairs to eat pop-tarts before heading for the pool. Their parents were at work, and they were allowed to stay at home alone. They could go out of the house with their friends, given they text their parents where they were going. Even in the laid-back town where most kids were generally unsupervised, bad things could happen, and their parents were still cautious— a trait they picked up living in the big city. They met Bryson at the gate to the pool, and went inside with him. Evan and Thomas hadn't arrived yet. They sat their stuff down on a table and started jumping off the diving board. Mason saw Evan coming down the hill, with a taller boy in tow. He hadn't been told too much about Thomas, except that he looked a lot like Evan, and that he was 15, the same age as Mason. When the pair walked through the gate and made their way towards the deep end of the pool, Mason got his first good look at the newcomer. Thomas did in fact look a lot like Evan. They had the same, mouse-brown colored hair, but where Evan's hung straight down just above his eyes, Thomas' was cut a little shorter and was swept to the side fashionably. Thomas' eyes were brown, just like Evan's, but his were a shade darker. His facial features were also a bit sharper than Evan's but still held the same basic round shape. It was as if Evan's face had been stretched down a little and aged a few years. The only major differences were that Thomas' nose was slightly wider and his lips were thinner and a lighter shade of pink. Thomas had come to the pool without a shirt on, and Mason was glad he had. Whereas Evan's body was naturally-athletic and compact, Thomas' was more toned and just as slim—he had clearly worked out some. He had a budding 6-pack, and burgeoning chest muscles as well. His belly button was a slight outie, and below it was a clear V-line, which made Mason salivate over what it led to. His skin was already tanned, as if summer had started a month ago, as opposed to a couple of weeks ago. His arms and legs were covered in a sheen of almost invisible, light-blond hair. His legs were well-defined, with strong-looking muscles there too—someone didn't skip leg day. As a whole, he was clearly Evan's brother, just an even hotter, more grown version. Like the first time he met Bryson, Mason's brain turned to mush, and he forgot where he was. Just looking at the hot boy was making him hard. In the back of his mind, he remembered that Griffin had told him that Thomas sometimes joined the three boys in their fun "activities" too. In fact, he was the one who taught Evan the ropes, and in turn, Evan taught Jace and Bryson. Griffin said Thomas had messed around with his friend he'd spent the last two weeks in North Carolina with, Colton, and his 5-years-older brother, years ago. The stuff he learned then was the basis for all the sex the boys had experienced since. Great, that thought didn't help Mason's rapidly-rising boner at all. "Hey, Griffin and Mason, this is my brother Thomas. Thomas, this is Griffin and Mason, they just moved here and are our friends now." Evan introduced them, and Thomas gave both boys a fist-bump Mason's heart jumped at the touch. Wow, he was going nuts. Good thing Thomas hadn't tried to talk to him. "Mason? Helloooo." Griffin was prodding him in the side, looking at him much the same way he did when they first met Bryson and Mason had locked up. "Wha-What?" Mason stuttered. He blushed again, and averted his eyes from the boy-god in front of him; looking there would only make matters worse. "Bryson asked if you wanted to play football in the shallow end." Griffin replied, shaking his head at his older brother's antics. The group grabbed a football from their table and started playing a game, tackling each other under the water. Mason intentionally felt Thomas' skin under the water with a quick touch. His skin was smooth and warm, soothing to the touch. Once, Evan and Thomas ganged up on him and dunked him into the water. He felt a hand reach out and grab his package under water, and he wasn't sure which brother it was; in fact, he didn't even really care which one it was, both were fine with him. After a while, the game had turned into an all-out wrestling match. Mason got in a few good feels of Thomas's ass and cock. His ass wasn't perky like Evan's, it was more muscular, and it filled out his shorter swimming trunks beautifully. Each cheek had a dimple on the side that added an extra layer of cuteness. When he felt his dick, he didn't get as good of a feel, but from what he could tell, Thomas was hiding a snake longer than his own. Mason was trying to pick up and throw Bryson across the water when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him and pull his arms free of Bryson. He felt a wet chest press up against his back, and he felt a semi-hard cock push at his behind. In his ear was a whisper, "You know, you should really pick on someone your own size." Thomas picked him up and dragged them both under water. When they resurfaced, Thomas was laughing and enjoying the fun. Bryson, Evan, and Griffin had somehow moved halfway across the pool in seconds and were engaged in a three-way brawl. Thomas ducked under the water and came back up behind Mason. Again, he wrapped his arms around him, and Mason felt his chest and dick (now a raging boner) pressed up against him. Again, Thomas whispered in his ear, "Evan has a crush on you, you know. I told him he was crazy. But that was before I saw you. Now I know what he meant. You are hot." He squeezed Mason tight, and his cock pushed between his shorts-covered cheeks. Mason had never been more turned on. "Come on," Thomas said. "I know a place we can get away from the others." Mason let himself be dragged out of the pool by the modern-day Adonis, and together, they snuck out while their friends and brothers were still preoccupied by their wrestling match. When they made it out of the complex, Thomas led him to the back side of the pool. He hadn't been back here before. Thomas told him that it was another part of the creek that they liked to skinny dip in, but here, it was just a steady path of water instead of a pool. The boys walked across a small, old wooden footbridge that spanned the creek and went further into the woods. After walking for another few minutes, they burst through a hedge into a wide clearing. The clearing was well-secluded, and hidden on all sides by vegetation. The floor was a large bed of moss that was soft underfoot. "Colton's brother, Michael, showed Colt and me this place a few years ago before he moved away. Now, I'm probably the only one who knows about it," Thomas said as he turned to face Mason. "It's cool here." Mason said. Wow, he thought, great commentary. Real deep. "It really is. Perfect place to be alone." Thomas answered, emphasizing `alone.' He reached for Mason's hand, and Mason offered it up after a moment's hesitation. "You know," he said. "I really do think you're hot. Evan acted like you were a god on Earth, so I had to see for myself." "I have no idea what you're talking about," Mason reply dripping with self-pity. "I'm nothing special." He had wanted to add that Thomas was the god on earth, but he thought that would be too forward. "You're the hot one, Thomas. Much better looking than me." Thomas reached for Mason's other hand. Their fingers were entwined, and their faces were in front of each other. Mason could feel the boy's quick, nervous breaths. Why was Thomas nervous? If anything, Mason should be the anxious one. Inside, he was shaking with fear and anticipation, he wasn't experienced in any of this stuff. Thomas leaned closer to the blond boy and placed his soft, thin pink lips on Mason's thicker ones. They held the kiss for a few seconds, first lightly, and then mutually pressing harder. Thomas' hand released Mason's and wound its way around the small of his back, resting just above his bubbly globes. Mason's hand went to the back of Thomas' head, his fingers clutching at the medium-length thin hair. Their bodies pressed together, their bare chests meeting and their raging hard-ons rubbing through the fabric of their shorts. Thomas then opened his mouth and his tongue asked for entrance into Mason's teenage mouth. Of course, Mason instantly parted his lips, obliging the slightly older boy. Thomas moved both his hands to the small of Mason's back and pulled the pair even closer together, their tongues dancing passionately. When the boy-god's hands latched onto Mason's round ass, Mason moaned in pure ecstasy. No one had touched him there like that, and he instantly knew he loved it. Thomas' skilled fingers kneaded the boy's thick flesh. Then, the hands that were giving Mason so much pleasure slipped beneath the waistband of his board shorts to reach the skin beneath. Thomas' hands spread his cheeks apart and his thin fingers explored in Mason's deep crack. When they brushed against his tight virgin rosebud, Mason broke the kiss and gasped. Thomas continued to swirl around the extremely sensitive spot, as Mason wrapped his arms tightly around his new friend, his face in the crook of his neck, sighing. Thomas kissed and licked Mason's neck, still manipulating him down low. Then he moved backwards to sit on a large boulder in the clearing, dragging Mason with him. Thomas, now level with Mason's waist, looked up at him with his dark brown eyes, piercing into his soul, holding his gaze with a look of pure exhilaration on his face. He started to tug at the waistband and Mason gave no resistance. As the shorts dropped and Mason's 5-inch member was revealed, Thomas' eyes grew wider and more focused. "It's beautiful," was all he said before pulling the shorts all the way to the ground, Mason lifting his feet to discard them. Thomas' soft hand wrapped firmly around the rock-hard cock, his thumb running around the crown of its head, eliciting a soft moan from the dick's owner. With his right hand, Thomas started stroking the boner, and with his left, continued his circular motion around Mason's anus. Mason was close to cumming, he could feel it. Apparently, Thomas could too, because he increased his stroking's pace. His pointer finger poked at Mason's hole, beginning to enter. Mason had put a finger in his own ass before, but for some reason, he wanted it even more now that Thomas was poising to enter it. He rocked his hips back, begging for the finger to move into his most secret depths. Thomas pushed into his friend's hole, moving to the first knuckle. There was an immediate pain in Mason's rear end, but it was quickly replaced by a desire for more. Thomas kept moving his finger in until it was all the way inside, all while continuing to stoke the blond boy's cock. As Thomas slowly pulled the finger out, Mason moaned softly again. However, when Thomas began to fully finger-fuck him and assault his prostate, a feeling Mason had never felt before welled up inside of him. He had never done what Thomas was doing to him now. It was the greatest feeling ever. He let out a small scream of pleasure and bit down on his lips to stop himself from crying out more. Mason could feel his climax approaching as both his dick and ass were being manipulated by the hot boy sitting in front of him. "Thomas! Oh, Thomas, that feels SOOO good! I'm gonna cum! Oh, Thomas, I'm gonna cum, don't stop!" And cum he did. The first blast hit Thomas directly between the eyes, the next two splashing against his mouth and chin, one hitting his tanned and toned chest, and the final few dripping out onto his tightly-wrapped hand and fingers. His asshole contracted around Thomas' finger, pulling it in more. When the feelings subsided, Mason was weak-kneed and felt the greatest he had ever felt. He looked down at Thomas' cum-covered face. Thomas was attempting to lick as much of his thick cum from his face and fingers as possible, wiping it off and eating it up. Mason watched him for a few moments before kneeling in front of him, joining him on his level. Mason leaned in and lapped at Thomas' tight chest, just like Evan had done to him before. He pushed Thomas' torso backwards, laying the boy's upper half down on the rock. Mason moved over top of his friend and continued his tongue's dance on the hot, muscular flesh. After removing all his cum from Thomas' tanned chest, he moved to his small, dime-sized nipples, biting and flicking his tongue all around both knobs. Thomas' hands were running through his short blond hair, gripping at the sides of his head, a slight sigh escaping his pink lips. Mason moved down his friend's body, licking every inch of his chest and abdomen. He first ran his hands across Thomas's budding six-pack, then feeling the hot ridges with his wet tongue. He was in heaven when he met Thomas' defined V-muscles leading down to his covered dick. Mason forcefully tugged at the short swimming trunks, eager to reach the 15-year-old's cock he had been dreaming about since he first laid eyes on him a few hours ago. When the shorts were off Thomas' well-defined legs, Mason ogled at the package in front of him. It was about a half an inch longer than his own, at 5 ½ inches, slightly thicker as well, and he was cut. He had a small patch of pubic hair, not nearly as much as Mason's. His balls had a slight smattering of hair as well, and were fairly large compared to Mason's. Mason thought it was the most beautiful dick he had ever seen, even better than Griffin's. When he told Thomas so, the older boy blushed. Mason knew he needed the rock-hard member in his mouth immediately, and lowered his head towards it. He ran his tongue from the large ball sack up the thick and veiny shaft to swirl around the mushroom head. Finally, he wrapped his lips around the boy-god's cock and went to work, sucking and licking to his heart's content. Thomas, for his part, seemed to be enjoying the feeling as much as Mason was. Thomas' hands had found their way back onto Mason's head, pushing it down on his dick even further. It took Mason a few minutes to deepthroat the teenage cock, to feel its head pressed against the back of his throat, the small bush of pubic hair against his nose, smelling of chlorine and boy—an intoxicating combination. Mason alternated between cock and balls until Thomas was ready to explode. "Mason, I'm about to cum! Take my load in your mouth; you're such a slut for my cock and cum! You know you want to!" The dirty talk only made Mason's desire grow and he deepthroated the dick one last time as a stream of semen blasted out of the cut head and down his hungry throat. Mason milked the rest of the ejaculation out of his friend's deflating member. He saved some on his tongue and kissed Thomas again, feeding him his load. When they finished sharing Thomas' deposit, Mason rolled off him and laid next to him on the rock, Mason's head resting peacefully on Thomas' chest. Thomas stroked Mason's short hair as they laid like that for a few minutes, composing themselves. It was Mason who broke the silence, "That was the most intense thing ever!" He looked up at Thomas, and the boy with deep brown eyes and soft mousey brown hair smiled back at him, agreeing without words. Instead, he leaned down and placed a single loving peck on his forehead. They laid there, Thomas' arms wrapped around Mason's nude body, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies pressed close intimately. Before long, both boys fell asleep. Mason awoke in Thomas' arms, feeling the boy's chest rising and falling softly beneath him. His stirring shook Thomas awake as well. "I had a lot of fun today," Thomas said as they got dressed. "I did too, that was amazing. What did you do when you were fingering me to make it feel so good?" Mason asked. "I rubbed against your prostate. Colton's brother, Michael, taught us how to do that years ago. Have you never done it before?" "I've fingered myself a few times before to see what it felt like, but I have never done that. How long have you been doing sex stuff with Colton and his brother?" "Michael started messing around with Colt when Michael was 14 and Colt was 9," Thomas replied as the boys started their walk back to the pool. "I started a year later with them. We didn't do a lot at the beginning, Michael wanted to teach us slowly. I waited to start showing Evan, Bryson, and Jace until two years ago when Evan turned nine." "What all have you done? I've only had sex a few times, and they've all been since I moved here. Jace and Evan have jerked me off and Griffin and I have traded blow jobs a few times. That's all I've done." "At first, Michael taught Colt and I to suck his dick and we started sucking each other off. About a year later, when we were ten, Michael fucked us for the first time, first with his fingers and then his dick, which was pretty big by the way. Colt loved it so much that he let me do it to him. We weren't great at it yet, but it felt great. Eventually, I let him do it to me too, but he likes to bottom more than top. Just last winter, I fucked Evan for the first time. Pretty soon, I fucked Bryson and Jace too. I don't know if they've done it together yet, but Evan and I do it a lot. Not every night, but at least a few times a week. He is a pure bottom and loves taking it up the ass, and of course I love giving it to him, he's always so tight." Mason imagined the dick he just had in his mouth fucking Evan's ass, and it turned him on more than ever. He wished he could try being both a top and a bottom. He didn't think he'd really have a preference either way when it came to it. He wanted Thomas' beautiful cock up his ass, and he wanted his own dick up Evan's cute, smooth, and perky bubble butt. The boys talked more about Thomas' escapades on the way back to the pool. When they got there, the clock read nearly 5:00. Their friends were gone, probably back at one of their houses together. "Come on, we'll check my house first," Thomas said as the boys were grabbing their belongings from the deck chairs. They said goodbye to the lifeguard at the gate, walked up the hill, and to the right down the road a few houses until they stood in front of a two-story brick house. "Home sweet home," Thomas said. Inside, Mason met Thomas and Evan's parents, Barbara and Lance Greene, both of whom seemed extremely nice. The other boys weren't there, so they went up the stairs to Thomas' room so Thomas could change from his swimming clothes. He began stripping before Mason shut the door. Mason was happy to see his friend naked again, his soft dick laying on top of his ball sack. When Thomas turned around to rummage in his dresser for some clean clothes, Mason got a great look at his firm round pearly-white ass. The cheeks were bulbous and quite muscular, unlike Evan's which were small but bubbly and perky. He thought the boys' asses fit their respective Greene boy perfectly. Thomas turned looked behind his shoulder and saw Griffin staring. He bent over and twerked for Mason's viewing pleasure. And a pleasure it was. Mason got his first look at Thomas' rosebud, and it looked tight and inviting. Thomas said, "Well, aren't you gonna get naked too, or do I have to party all alone?" Mason wasn't going to argue, and he quickly joined his friend in the nude, his dick rapidly inflating to match Thomas' raging boner. The boys met in the middle of the room, their lips mashed together in passionate heat, their hands caressing each other. Mason grabbed the twin globes he was ogling over a few seconds before and pulled Thomas tighter into him, their dicks caught in a vice between their bodies. Thomas let out a moan into Mason's mouth and kissed him harder. Thomas broke off the kiss and said, "Lay down on the bed." Mason complied and laid down on the queen-sized bed. Thomas straddled his body, with Mason's legs between his knees. He looked down at Mason as Mason looked up at the beautiful face of the boy above him, ready to submit to Thomas' every desire. However, he was surprised when Thomas said, "You're so hot; I want to worship every inch of you." Mason had never thought of himself as hot. He was just plain average. What did Thomas, and Evan, see in him to call him hot? Both of them were hot; Bryson and Jace were too. But he wasn't, at least in his eyes. They all had great bodies, while his was boring and normal, nothing special. Thomas saw Mason's confused and screwed up face and added, "I think you're probably the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. I don't think I'm fully gay, but you're making me rethink that. You might not believe it, but you're an eleven out of ten, trust me. Just relax and let me love on you." With that, he began his adoration of Mason. Thomas kissed, licked, and bit him all over, moving from his lips to his jaw, his ears, his long neck—where he spent a long time nibbling and sucking at his skin—his chest, his nipples, and his stomach. When he licked down Mason's slight `V' to his pelvic region, he stopped just before his dick. He blew lightly on his cock, making Mason's eyes flutter. He moved past his legs all the way to his feet, and Mason wondered what he was going to do. Mason was delightfully surprised with Thomas picked up his left foot and licked it from heel to toe. He put his big toe in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it as he looked back up at Mason, a look of pure lust on Thomas' face. "Your feet are so cute, Mason," he said before he continued his assault on each toe in turn. He then kissed up Mason's leg, running his hands up and down his thighs and calves at the same time. Finally, he licked up Mason's inner thighs and reached his average-sized balls. He took Mason's nuts into his mouth and rolled them around one at a time, lashing his tongue across them, driving Mason wild, making him feel like there were butterflies in his stomach. Finally, Thomas had arrived at his dick, and Mason awaited the sweet sensation of a warm, wet, hot mouth wrapped around his member. Thomas sucked on his cock, drawing him closer to climax. Before he finished Mason off, Thomas pulled off the 5-inch dick, leaving a trail of spit behind. Mason looked down at him, confused as to why he didn't finish what he started. Without saying a word, Thomas pushed Mason's legs into the air, giving him a full-on view of his tight pink virgin rosebud. Mason, who had seen enough porn to know what Thomas was about to do, grabbed behind his knees, keeping his legs suspended. He watched as Thomas' head dipped lower and lower towards his most private spot. He shivered with anticipation, waiting on the boy-god's pleasure-brining tongue. He had always wanted to know what being rimmed felt like. His body shook as he felt Thomas' hot breath, and he tensed up when his warm wet tongue made contact with his boy hole. He barely felt Thomas' hands grip his ass cheeks and kneed them, all he could feel was the immense bliss brought on by his friend's tongue swiping at his anus over and over again. Mason's already shallow breath caught in his throat when Thomas punctured his anal ring with his tongue, pushing it as far as it would go into him. Thomas continued rimming him, alternating between tongue-fucking him, swirling around his ring, an all-out offensive on his hole and crack, and pulling back to lightly bite down and lick on his tight cheeks. Mason's head was in the clouds, his mind wandering to a land of pure ecstasy, feeling as though he was floating in mid-air, his soul leaving his body. The feelings only subsided when Thomas removed his tongue and smiled up at him. Mason looked down at the boy in front of him while still holding his legs next to his chest, his wet hole desiring further stimulation. "I need your finger in me again," he begged breathily, his voice light and airy, "Please, Thomas. Stick it in me." Thomas, all too happy to comply, brought his right index finger towards Mason's mouth. Mason opened up and sucked in the finger, running his tongue around, coating it in saliva. Thomas moved back down to Mason's ass. He gave his boy pussy another heavy lick and replaced his tongue with his now-lubed finger. Mason's hole resisted to the pressure until Thomas pushed a little harder, his finger popping into the tight orifice. There was a shock of both pain and pleasure as Mason's asshole was invaded once again by Thomas' finger. Thomas alternated between pushing and pausing until his finger was bottomed-out in Mason's hot hole. With the finger fully into him, Mason began to relax and enjoy the feelings he was receiving. His own fingering had never felt this good. When Thomas pulled back out and pushed back in, faster this time, Mason felt a wave of intense pleasure as the finger rubbed against his prostate. Thomas continued his assault on Mason's anus, quickening his pace. Soon, he added an extra finger, spreading Mason's tight hole further. Mason couldn't wait for the ultimate prize; no, he needed the ultimate prize. "Fuck me, Thomas. Stick your cock in me. I need it. I need your dick in my ass," he begged the boy-god in front of him. Thomas didn't refuse. He climbed up Mason's body, straddling Mason's head between his thighs, his penis directly in front of the boy's hungry mouth. Mason sucked on the 5 ½ inch member, soaking it with saliva as he did with Thomas' finger. When his dick was sufficiently wet, he crawled back down Mason's body, kissing his skin as he went. Finally, he lined up his raging boner with Mason's quivering, open, wet hole. Even though he had been opening it up with his fingers for a while, it was still tight and refusing to open for the cock. Thomas persisted, however, and pushed his cockhead against the pink hole. Like his finger, the head popped into Mason's boy pussy, causing the bottom boy to gasp in pain. "Wait, don't go further yet," he said between deep breaths, waiting for the pain to subside. When it did, he gave Thomas a nod, telling him to keep moving it in. They repeated this motion until Thomas' hips were pressed against Mason's firm upturned ass. Mason was in complete heaven. The sensation of the boy-god's dick in his ass was better than anything he had ever felt. He could feel it filling him, completing him. When Thomas pulled out a little bit and pushed it back in, all Mason felt was a wave of delight, the pain was gone completely. Slowly, Thomas began to move in and out of him at a quicker pace, drawing back almost all the way before plunging back in and bottoming-out in the bottom boy. Pretty soon, his hips and balls were slapping on Mason's ass cheeks. Thomas had been holding onto Mason's lightly blond-haired calves for balance. He released them and placed his hands on the bed next to his lover, changing his position to better hammer his new friend's vice-gripping hole. Thomas bent down and kissed Mason passionately, his tongue forcing its way past the thick pink lips of the blond boy, his brown hair unkempt and hanging down between them, lightly brushing against Mason's forehead. Mason locked his ankles together behind Thomas' back and wrapped his hands around the neck of the boy whose tongue was down his throat. He was at Thomas' will. He gave up control, allowing the older boy to pound him as hard as he could, reveling in the feelings he was receiving. Mason could feel his orgasm approaching, even without anyone touching him, only from Thomas running his dick across his prostate. When it did arrive, he experienced the most intense climax of his young fifteen-year life. His hole clenched down on Thomas' cock, pushing him to climax as well. Mason felt the boy on top of him squirt six huge jets of hot cum into his ass, his rock-hard dick pushing it further into him. Thomas shoved himself against Mason's lips with more force, his body shaking from the massive cum. He kept his dick in Mason's bottom, the pleasure too great to move it out. When the boys' orgasms subsided, Thomas pulled out of Mason. He kissed the boy again, this time without tongue, just a loving peck on the lips. Neither boy spoke. Mason let out a massive sigh of contentment. Thomas laid down on the bed next to him, his left arm stuck under Mason's head, his chest still rising and falling heavily, his breaths shallow and rapid. Mason moved his head to rest on Thomas' chest, just above his left nipple. He could feel the budding muscles under his head, and reached up to stroke his slightly-showing pecks and abs. Thomas wrapped Mason in a tight hug, both boys enjoying the feeling of holding each other. "That was the most amazing thing ever," Mason said, looking up at Thomas' round face, his blue eyes boring into the dark brown eyes of his friend. Thomas bent down and kissed his forehead, breathing in the scent of his short hair, sweaty from the physical exertion. The boys' cuddle session was cut short by Thomas' mother calling up from the bottom of the stairs. "Dinner's ready, guys! Wash up and come get it!" The boys shared another quick kiss and broke apart. Mason felt a little bit of Thomas cum leaking from his no longer virgin ass, dripping down his leg. He wiped it up and ate it, enjoying the salty yet surprisingly sweet taste. They got dressed, and joined Barbara and Lance at the dinner table. Mason thought it was pretty neat that neither adult questioned him about staying for dinner, they just accepted him as they would a member of the family. They all enjoyed a wonderful meal of spaghetti, and had a great conversation about Mason's move to the area, how he was finding Warrenton, and more about the small town. After dinner, Thomas and Mason cleaned off the table, putting the dishes in the dishwasher. "Mom, can Mason spend the night?" Thomas asked after they were finished with the dishes. "I don't care, as long as he calls his parents to let them know." "Cool, thanks, Mom!" Thomas replied, giving Mason a high-five. Mason called his mother, who said she would come over soon to bring him a change of clothes and to meet Thomas' parents. An hour later, Mason had his change of clothes, his mother had talked with Barbara and Lance, and the boys were in Thomas' room playing video games. They were enjoying their time together, both reflecting on the fun they had that day. Mason was happy that he found a new friend. He was just as happy that he was finally able to have real sex for the first time in his life, even better that it was with the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. He didn't quite know it yet, but he was slowly falling for the athletic, mouse-brown haired, dark brown eyed boy next to him. --- Thanks for reading, and for waiting on me to get back into a writing rhythm! Again, I look forward to your responses: alexraine03@yahoo.com. I am working on chapter 4, but no promises on a time frame for release. Hopefully, it will be soon! -Alex