Date: Thu, 21 Jan 2021 01:45:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Alex Raine <alexraine03@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Neighborhood- Chapter 4

Hey, guys! My name is Alex Raine, and this is my first story on Nifty. I
hope you enjoy!

I'm sorry this chapter, like the last, took much longer than I promised,
but I am hoping to continue to put out more material in short order.

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forward to hearing from you! Thanks to everyone who's reached out so far,
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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!

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A quick summary of the story so far:

The Brandon family, consisting of Amy and James Brandon, and their two boys
Mason (15) and Griffin (12), moved from Washington DC to a small town in
Southwest Virginia called Warrenton. Mason, a naturally-introverted and
unsure boy, was anxious about having to start all over again in a new
place. Griffin, his more socially-active and confident brother, found a
friend group immediately, made up of other boys who lived in the
neighborhood. The group: Bryson (12), Jace (10), Evan (11), and Evan's
brother, Thomas (15), accepted the two boys on sight, and soon, they were
as thick as thieves. The Brandon boys experienced their first sexual
encounters with the group. Griffin and Bryson had grown particularly close,
as had Mason, Evan, and Thomas. In the previous chapter, Thomas was able to
penetrate (in more ways than one) Mason's walls that he had built to keep
himself at a distance from others.

Griffin's POV:

      Griffin didn't notice Mason and Thomas' absence from the impromptu
wrestling match until it had ended; he was simply enjoying himself too
much. His two new friends, Bryson and Evan, were a blast to be around,
especially when they were all feeling each other up under the water. By the
end, Bryson and Evan had ganged up on him, taking turns pushing him under
the water, and he had a blast the entire time.

      When he had finally realized the two older boys had left, he asked
his friends if they knew where they were. They both shook their heads and
shrugged their shoulders.

      Evan said, "I'm sure Thomas took him off somewhere to get a little
action. I was telling him how hot Mason was, and I could tell he wanted a
piece of him. Hopefully Thomas doesn't get too carried away. He can be a
little rough when he gets into it at times." Bryson nodded along, agreeing.

      As the boys were drying off beside the pool, Griffin checked his
phone. It was almost 4:30, they'd been playing in the water for over four
hours. Only now did it hit him: he was wore out. Bryson suggested they all
return to his house. They both agreed and the trio walked the short
distance, nearly in the middle of Evan and Griffin's houses. When they
entered, Bryson's parents, Mike and Jenny, were sitting in the small living
room, watching tv. The trio called out a greeting to them, hustled to the
kitchen to grab some snacks, and then rushed up the stairs to Bryson's
room.

      They sat cross-legged on the bed, ate their snacks, and talked about
the school they would be attending after summer break.

      "Thomas told me middle school isn't too bad, and I'm sure that was
true for him. He played every sport available, and was really
popular. It'll probably be a little harder for us," Evan said.

      Griffin asked, "Do you guys play any sports?"

      Evan shook his head, but Bryson said, "I play football and
baseball. I don't really play much on my football team, but I like baseball
more anyways, and I'm better at it too. Jace wrestles and plays football
too."

      "Cool! I used to play baseball, but I want to get back into it now
that I'm going into middle school where they have better teams," Griffin
said.

      They boys chatted a bit more about the classes they would have to
take, and which teachers to avoid if possible. Griffin had always hated
school, even though he was smart and it came easy enough for him. Bryson
was similar, and Evan's favorite subjects were lunch and gym, which were,
according to him, "the bestest parts of the day by far."

      Soon enough, their dinner was ready, and the boys trooped down to the
kitchen to eat. Griffin had met Bryson's older sister, Chloe, earlier that
week, and he didn't think much of her. She was a typical teenage girl: more
worried about her makeup and hitting on college boys than anything
else. Griffin thought she seemed a little ditsy at times as
well. Fortunately, Bryson shared the same opinions on his sister, so they
could poke fun at her behind her back when they wanted. She talked the
whole dinner about some boy she had been dating. Apparently, he was
cheating on her with some girl he had met at a frat party, and she was
going on and on about how trashy he was, and how she never should have
gotten together with him in the first place. Griffin's eyes rolled a lot
during the meal, and Bryson was on the verge of laughter the whole time.

      During dinner, it was decided that Evan and Griffin would spend the
night at Bryson's, and after a short trip home to get a change of clothes,
the boys were once again up in Bryson's room on his queen-sized bed. This
time, they had shed their shirts. They sat on the bed, chatting about what
they thought Thomas and Mason were up to. Evan had learned that Mason was
staying the night at his house with his brother. And although Evan wanted
to hook up with his newfound crush some more, he was perfectly willing to
settle for Mason's younger curly brown-haired brother instead.

      The boys had locked the door, making sure no one would bother
them. Griffin looked at his friends' naked torsos, taking in their features
once again. Bryson's little nipples were starting to get hard, and his flat
stomach met his waistband in an enticing way, with the slightest hint of a
"v" starting to form. He wasn't as physically-fit as Thomas was, with his
hot muscles on his chest and arms, but that was perfectly fine with
Griffin. He thought Bryson looked even more beautiful just the way he
was. Evan, he thought, was cute too, but in a different way. He was smaller
than either of them, and that shortness lent itself to better-defined
muscles and even the beginning of a natural six-pack. Griffin could tell he
would easily tone, just as Thomas was, and in a few years, he would have
every chick for a mile lining up to get a look at his hot body.

      While he was checking them out, they were very obviously checking him
out as well. "So, you guys mentioned earlier that Thomas got rough
sometimes during sex. Just how much have you done before? The little bit
I've done with the group, and Mason sucking my dick twice, is all that I've
ever done," Griffin wanted to know just how much they had to teach him.

      "Well, like we said, Thomas learned everything from Colt and his
brother, Michael. Then, he came back and taught us. We've done it all:
kissing, sucking, fingering, rimming, and fucking," Bryson explained,
looking proud at how experienced they were at such an "adult" activity.

      Griffin's eyes widened. "You guys never told me you've done butt
stuff before. I just thought you've traded blow jobs, just like we did in
the woods together. I've never really thought of doing all of that other
stuff before. Hell, I didn't even know I would like doing anything with
other guys until we moved here and I met you horny turds."

      "Well," Evan explained, "We wanted to start out simpler, just to make
sure you guys were willing to do it with us. Eventually, we were going to
get into the best stuff."

      "Is fucking really that good?" Griffin asked curiously.

      "Oh yeah," Evan replied. "I just love taking a dick, especially
Thomas'. It just feels sooo good, especially when he hits my prostate."
When Griffin's face screwed up in confusion at the new term, Evan
elaborated. "It's something in your ass that feels amazing when it's
touched and rubbed against. When Thomas first showed me, I thought I was
going to pass out from the feeling."

      "One of the best things is fucking someone while you're getting
fucked," Bryson added. "One time, we were laying on our sides, Thomas was
in me, I was in Jace, and he was in Evan. That was about a month before you
guys came, and it was awesome. We tried it once before, but Jace's penis
wasn't long enough to reach in that position. When we were able to do it,
it was so much fun."

      "And then there's something called "spit roasting," Evan added
excitedly. "It's when you're getting fucked and sucking on a dick at the
same time. It's one of my favorites."

      The boys rattled off a few more examples, and Griffin's head was
positively spinning from all the new information. Only a few days prior had
he learned the fun of hooking up with other boys, and here he was, being
introduced to the wider world of boy-on-boy sex.

      "Woah," he said after his friends had finished with the overview. "I
never knew there was so much we could do. I definitely want to try all of
it so I can be as experienced as you guys. I hate not knowing these
things."

      "Well, we can do whatever you want," Bryson said, a layer of
thickness added to his voice. He was ready and willing to do anything the
sexy boy wanted.

      "I think you guys should choose since you know so much more than
me. Surprise me." Griffin was excited to do more with his cute friends, and
truly didn't care what it was.

      Bryson and Evan looked at each other for a moment. "Give us a minute
to talk it out," Bryson said, and the pair went to the corner of the room
to conference it over. After about a minute, they had finished planning.

      "Alright," Evan began as Bryson dug in his closet. "We're gonna give
you a show to get you started. Strip and go sit in the chair." As he sat
down fully naked, Bryson brought out an old jump rope he had stashed
away. The boys tied his hands behind him so he couldn't touch his
slowly-enlargening penis. They also tied a shoelace around his dick and
balls, restraining the blood flow.  Then, they returned to the bed.

      Griffin watched intently as Evan and Bryson met in a lip-locking
embrace, their tongues fighting a war of dominance between their
mouths. While their lips connected, their hands roamed each other's bodies,
feeling up and down their backs. Bryson had moved his hands down the back
of Evan's shorts and kneaded his plump cheeks. Griffin watched with bated
breath as the boys' tents quickly rose between them, their erections
begging to be let out of their cloth cages. Bryson was the first to act. He
released Evan's ass and forcefully pushed his partner onto his back. Bryson
grabbed the waistband of his friend's basketball shorts and tugged, Evan
raising his hips and legs to help with the removal. When Evan's remaining
clothes were tossed on the floor, Bryson knelt down at his boner, and
grabbed it with his right hand, giving it a few complimentary tugs.

      Griffin's dick couldn't get any harder as Bryson slowly engulfed his
small friend's dick past his soft lips. When he reached the base, he slowly
raised back up, eliciting a soft moan from the cute boy. When he reached
the top, he licked the head like a lollipop, encircling it with his pink
tongue while he jerked him off with his hand. From here, he left Evan's
dick and buried his face in his small ballsack, breathing in the scents
from a day outside at the pool. After a few licks and light tugs, Bryson
began kissing and licking his way up towards Evan's nipples. When his
tongue met the young boy's dime-sized rock-hard nips, Evan let out another
small moan. He loved having his nipples played with. Bryson tweaked one and
feasted on the other, and then switched and repeated the action. After
that, he gave Evan's tongue another full-fledged workout as the two swapped
control in a tongue battle.

      All of a sudden, Evan pushed up on Bryson, who fell to the side and
replaced Evan on the bottom, except now, he was on his stomach, looking at
Griffin. Griffin could do nothing but stare into the face of the boy he was
quickly falling in love with, studying his every facial feature, from his
bright blue-grey steely eyes, to his cute button nose with a small patch of
freckles on it, and his ultra-soft brown, almost amber, hair hanging down
unkempt over his forehead. Bryson was looking back at Griffin, studying him
just the same. Griffin saw a look of pure lust in Bryson's eyes—a hunger
for the brown-haired boy tied to a chair in front of him. Bryson's eyes
caught Griffin's and never let them go, giving Griffin goosebumps on the
back of his neck. Oh my god, he thought, that's the sexiest boy alive,
staring at me like he wants to eat me alive.

      Evan was laying on top of Bryson's back, his boner pressed between
the older boy's thighs. His hands were running through Bryson's
medium-length hair, and he was kissing on the back of his neck and
shoulders. Just as Bryson had done to his front, Evan worked in reverse
down Bryson's back, slowly kissing and licking his way downwards, massaging
and feeling his soft skin as he went. Just before reaching the waistband of
Bryson's boxers, however, Evan backed up and positioned himself behind
Bryson's feet. Without a word, Bryson kicked his feet up towards his butt,
and Evan grabbed them by the ankles, one in each hand.

      Evan looked up at Griffin, who was watching intently at the actions
the small boy was performing on his new love. He gasped and his untouched
cock jumped when Evan brought his mouth to Bryson's exposed feet, suckling
on his toes one at a time, running his tongue around each in turn. Then, he
placed Bryson's feet back on the bed and went to work on his
calves. Griffin wished dearly that it was him worshipping the sexy legs of
the angel in front of him, who, throughout the whole ordeal, had not made a
sound, and was still staring directly into Griffin's deep brown eyes. Now,
Evan was licking up and down Bryson's inner thighs, barely reaching under
the hem of his boxers towards the package underneath.

      Finally, Evan grabbed the waistband and slowly stripped the boxers
off of him. From this angle, Griffin could see how bubbly Bryson's ass was;
it was like two rolling hills in the middle of a flat plain, with a deep
unknown crevice between them. Griffin wanted nothing more than to peel
apart his perky mounds to see his awaiting hole, he could only imagine how
beautiful it looked. Evan, however, got the pleasure first. After placing a
few loving pecks on each cheek, he grabbed them in each hand and spread
them, taking a moment to gaze at the sight. Griffin once again wished he
could trade place and witness the hidden spot on his bare lover.

      Griffin guessed what was coming next—the boys had mentioned it
earlier in their list of sexual escapades—but he had never really
imagined watching it be done in front of him. He realized right then and
there that he had to experience it for himself. Evan ducked down between
the parted asscheeks and buried his face in Bryson's hot crack. When his
tongue met Bryson's quivering rosebud and he began feasting on the hole,
Bryson let out his first unvoluntary moan of unadulterated pleasure. His
eyes closed for just a second before latching back onto Griffin's, who was
too busy watching his friend eat out his lover in front of him. Evan's head
moved up and down, back and forth, and his hands continued grasping and
kneading the bulbous mounds. Griffin's dick was as hard as a diamond, and
he wanted so badly to give it just one tug. If he had, he would've
experienced the greatest orgasm of his young life. As it was, he was stuck,
restrained to the chair, watching the show before him.

      After a few minutes of rimming Bryson, Evan released the brown-auburn
haired boy, and hopped off the bed. Bryson crawled off as well. Both boys
were now staring at Griffin with identical looks of lust written all over
their faces. Griffin's dick was quivering in anticipation, and his heart
was beating at a mile a minute. The shoelace on his dick was straining
harder than ever, keeping him from cumming without being touched.

      Evan got on all fours and crawled his way over, positioning himself
just in front of Griffin's rock-hard member, and Bryson got behind him,
placing his hands onto Griffin's shoulders. He leaned down and breathed in
Griffin's hair deeply, smelling his slightly-musky scent. Then he nibbled
on his ear and ran his tongue along it. Evan was still patiently waiting,
watching Bryson's every move above, his breath still hitting the quivering
cock mere inches from his mouth.

      "I imagined it was you the whole time, baby," Bryson breathed in
Griffin's ear. "I want you so bad. I want you to make love to me, to put
your dick in me and fill me. Then, I want you to cum in my ass and give me
your babies."

      Griffin's eyes fluttered, because, as soon as Bryson spoke, Evan
pounced on his dick, slathering it with his spit, sucking and licking it
vigorously. After he spoke, Bryson knelt beside him and shoved his tongue
down Griffin's throat, his hands on the back of Griffin's head, pulling
them as closely together as possible. Griffin felt Evan's mouth leave his
cock, but he was too preoccupied with trying to invade Bryson's mouth with
his own tongue to care. He felt Bryson jerk and a breath escape suddenly,
but then the kissing resumed again, just as furiously. Griffin's eyes were
shut, he wanted to experience everything Bryson had for him in this kiss.

      Then Bryson shifted, now squatting fully in front of Griffin, yet
never breaking the kiss. Griffin could feel Bryson's breath quickening out
of his nose onto his cheek. Suddenly, he felt a warmth directly above his
dick, and a moment later, Bryson's rosebud was positioned on the tip of his
cock. Griffin opened his eyes, broke away from the kiss, and leaned back to
take in the scene in front of him. Evan was still on all fours behind
Bryson his hand once again grabbing Griffin's member, holding it in
place. Bryson was still looking in Griffin's eyes as he slowly lowered
himself down onto the just-over three-inch nail below.

      "Are you sure, Bryse?" Griffin asked in a low whisper.

      "More than sure, Griff. I want it more than anything," Bryson
answered as Griffin's dick was pressed against his tight orifice. He pushed
down until the head popped into his chute.

      It was so extremely tight and warm, and it was the greatest feeling
Griffin had ever felt—even better than Mason's couple of blowjobs, which
were supreme in their own right. As Bryson slowly lowered himself to be
fully impaled on his cock, Griffin thought there was nothing better than
this: being pleasured by the love of your life as he stares back at you
with uncontrollable lust in his eyes. Finally, Bryson's ass met Griffin's
pubic bone. Bryson gripped his shoulders, rubbing his thumbs on his neck,
as he leaned in for another long kiss, pausing his movements on Griffin's
dick to savor the moment.

      As he started to move back up the short distance to the tip of
Griffin's 3-inch boner, Evan decided he couldn't sit back and watch any
longer. He lapped at Griffin's balls, letting them rest in his mouth and on
his nose, smelling the musky scent and loving it. Griffin was in heaven,
with his cock and balls being pleasured by his lover and his friend at the
same time. Yet, because of the shoestring, he was kept from cumming
immediately like he felt he needed to.

      Bryson quickened his pace on Griffin's dick, going so fast that it
fell out a few times, only to be shoved back in immediately by the horny
auburn-haired boy with blue-grey eyes. Griffin broke off their kiss to say,
"Oh, Bryse, baby; I'm about to blow, I can feel it!"

      Bryson moaned sexily, and whispered, "I wanna feel you cum inside of
me. Give me all the sperm you can. I want to carry your babies in me
forever. Fuck me, Griff. Make love to me. Fulfill me."

      At the last word, Griffin's climax hit with a body-shaking
passion. His eyes rolled back in his head, and a load moan came from his
lips and was caught by Bryson resuming the kiss to keep the noise down. He
shuttered heavily for the longest time, the pleasure immense, between
Bryson's hot chute pressing on his dick and Evan's tongue bathing his
sack. He couldn't tell if he had cum; if he had, it wasn't a lot, he had
only started doing so just recently, and it was pretty sporadic.

      When his orgasm subsided, Bryson gave him a few more light pecks on
the lips and nose, and rose from his squatting position and untied
Griffin's hands. Evan had moved back onto the bed, and was jerking off
slowly, taking in the hot sight. It took another minute or two for
Griffin's breathing to even out again, and for his heart to quit beating
like a bass drum. When he had settled down from his climactic high, he saw
Bryson sitting on the bed next to Evan, his feet drawn up, and his cock and
balls prominently displayed for Griffin to see.

      Griffin slinked off the chair and went to the bed in front of his
lover. Bryson was now splayed out, his legs over the edge of the bedframe,
leaning back on his arms, his eyes watching Griffin's movements. His hard
dick was slightly throbbing, begging to be attended to, and Griffin
complied. He lifted it with his hand, feeling the veins underneath the
tightly-drawn skin. It looked so beautiful, so appetizing, and he wanted it
all right then. He lowered his head over the member, kissing its head
lightly a few times, and ran his tongue over the piss slit, eliciting yet
another unvoluntary moan from Bryson. Finally, Griffin engulfed the dick of
the boy he shared such a connection with, his lips passing slowly over
first the head, then the shaft; his tongue whipping around, encircling the
cock, worshipping it.

      He bobbed his head, quickening his pace, reaching the base of
Bryson's dick, and letting it slide past his tongue until nothing but the
head was in his mouth. He looked up Bryson's flat stomach, which was
heaving in anticipation, to his angelic face above, peering down at him
with love and lust mixed in his eyes. Griffin watched as Evan laid a hand
softly on Bryson's chin, guiding their mouths together for another French
kiss. As Griffin sucked away, he watched their tongues in a twin dance,
heard their moans of pleasure caught in each other's mouths.

      He felt Bryson's hand grab the back of his head and push down, trying
to get as much of his throbbing cock in his warm mouth as possible. Griffin
submitted and allowed his angel boy to stuff his mouth full of dick. To
make the action even more aggressive, Bryson bucked his hips in time with
Griffin's head being pushed down, the tip of his dick rubbing against the
roof of Griffin's mouth. Griffin was in heaven. He was showing his friend
the love he felt for him by giving into him completely, letting him pull
his hair and push him down at will.

      Finally, Bryson shoved down as hard as he could, and Griffin's nose
was pressed against his pubic bone, the spare hairs there tickling him. He
felt Bryson's body jerk, and his cock spasm in his mouth. He felt a small
amount of cum leak out of his dick onto his tongue, and he happily lapped
it up. He continued to run his tongue around the member in his mouth until
Bryson's hands lifted him off. Bryson was still breathing hard, his dick
now slowly deflating. He dragged Griffin up to him, and kissed him hard,
Griffin sharing the remnants of his climax between their tongues. Once
Bryson had calmed down, the boys looked into each other's eyes, and an
unspoken message passed between them. They had become closer than every
before after the love they had shared that night. Griffin could see the
love in his friend's face, and he knew Bryson could see the same etched on
his own.

      After a brief moment shared between them, they turned their attention
to the lone-unsatisfied member of the trio. Both boys jumped on Evan and
laughingly lapped at his dick and balls, Griffin sucking away and Bryson
licking at the small sack beneath. Bryson pushed Evan's legs up slightly
and ran a finger beneath his balls, following his perineum until he reached
Evan's tight asshole. He rubbed and prodded at the rosebud, making Evan
moan and squirm—it was his favorite place to be pleased, and Bryson knew
it. The boys tag-teamed Evan until the younger boy jerked and shuddered
with the force of a massive dry orgasm. Griffin was sad he didn't get to
taste the boy's cum, but was happy he was able to give his faithful friend
such a pleasurable feeling.

      When Evan's climax subsided, the boys moved towards the head of the
bed. With Evan in the middle, they snuggled and cuddled together, content
to be with one another, until they fell into a soft sleep wrapped in each
other's embrace.

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-Alex