Date: Fri, 11 Oct 2019 18:51:03 -0400
From: Erik Laufeyson <offsprng7x@gmail.com>
Subject: There Goes the Neighborhood 1

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The early 90s were a Hell of a time to be a kid. Computers really weren't
widespread yet so it was the last vestiges of a real neighborhood feeling -
everyone knew each other, families had each other over for dinner, you
never knew which neighborhood kid would end up at your house for the day or
a sleepover. It was a great time to grow up in the Connecticut suburbs


My freshman year was done and we had the whole summer ahead. I was 14 at
the time but, to be honest, I was kind of younger in just about every
way. I looked like I should be back in 7th or 8th grade and I really wasn't
into my looks yet. Physically, I was pretty average. I had lost that little
kid belly but wasn't really toned either. I just let my soft brown hair
fall where it wanted to, styling it seemed a waste of time at that age. The
only feature I got comments on was my blue eyes, everyone seemed to love
them.


And I was kind of immature for a high school freshman too. I saw what older
kids and adults were into - no, thank you. At the time I only saw straight
people and I didn't have all the words for what I was or wanted but I could
at least tell innately that girls did nothing for me. Enough people in the
neighborhood had pools so I knew how I felt when I looked at girls in
bathing suits versus boys in bathing suits and I knew I'd rather watch the
boys.


But this was suburban Connecticut in the early 90s, what the Hell did I
know how about gay culture, coming out, or even gay sex? The closest thing
I had to porn was pages from catalogs torn out of the male swimsuit
sections or trying desperately all year to hold on to memories of our trip
the beach each year. Years later I'd realize how prolific my Spank Bank had
become given I hadn't actually seen a naked boy yet. Hell, I didn't even
know if other guys were jerking off or if it was something I had stumbled
upon and no one else knew. My group of friends at school didn't talk about
sex or masturbation. We were the misfit crew, the miscellaneous kids who
ended up together because we didn't fit anywhere else. We talked Magic: The
Gathering more than who we wanted to see naked.


But I didn't see any of my school group of friends over the summer. They
lived on the other side of town and to a 14-year old that was basically
Spain. Our town was cut in half by a big highway that ran through town so
walking wasn't very easy. It sucked not seeing my group of friends during
the summer but I did have the neighborhood kids, some of which were my age
but I just wasn't close with. It helped that we all lived in a small
development, it made us feel like we were all part of one community and we
all just grew up with each other.


The first Monday of summer break was already a boiler. It was still morning
and already pushing 90*, most people would be staying inside all day with
fans and air conditioning but I was a kid and it was summer. That meant
OUTSIDE. I tried staying in but by the time I'd had breakfast and read for
a bit I was getting antsy and decided to head outside to see what was going
on in the neighborhood.


As I was walking around our little three street section of town I noticed
that no one was out. Usually there was a baseball game going, kids would be
trying (and failing miserably) to pull off skateboard tricks and jumps, or
even someone sitting on their front steps just hanging out waiting for
someone. Today, I didn't see anyone.


I was already starting to sweat and feel my hair stick to my face so I was
turned around to head back home. As I was coming back, I noticed that my
friend Robbie was sitting on his front steps reading a comic. He must have
just come out of the house since I didn't notice him the first time. I
walked over and as he realized I was there, he looked up and smiled at
me. A real, full smile like he was truly happy I was there.


All of a sudden I realized I was feeling a fluttering in my chest a little
bit. I didn't know why but something felt ... different. I'd hung out with
Robbie more times than I could count, we would pretty much be called best
friends if either of us took four seconds to think about it. He was a year
younger than me so he had just finished 8th grade but we'd known each other
for as long as we could remember.


But today I saw him in a different light. He was wearing a white
wife-beater undershirt that had these ribs or ridges going up and down. I
kind of wanted to just run my hand along them and feel the fabric. He was
also wearing what I thought were shorts that were too thin and open for
him. They were red but there was way too much room in the legs, I could
almost see inside them. I'd learn later that they were boxers and not real
shorts. I'd never worn boxers before, only briefs. Hell, I'd only just
discovered colored briefs and they rocked my world so the concept of boxers
was foreign to me.  His hair was black and in an oh-so-90s bowl cut, not
the most flattering but it had its endearing charm at the time.


I wasn't sure why I noticed these things, I hadn't really noticed what he -
or anyone - was wearing before but something about the tease of seeing
inside his shorts really set something off inside me. Something told me
that I wanted to see more and some urge deep down decided to take control
for a minute. I sat down on the ground so I was looking up at Robbie,
granting me a better vantage point to see in those shorts.


"Hey, what's going on? I'm bored, no one's out," I said. I tried so hard to
maintain eye contact but I kept wanting to glance down and see what I could
of his shorts. His legs were pale from a long school year of not being
outside in the sun and I had a flash in my head of running my hand up his
thigh.


"I know, right?" he said.


It must be so smooth, the thought popped into my head as I pictured pushing
his shorts up as I caressed his thigh.


"It's finally summer, where is everyone?" he asked.


It took me a second to answer, I needed to shake the image of his thigh out
of my head. "I guess it's too hot for them but yeah, we're finally free and
I'm bored already," I said. "What do you want to do?"


He looked deep in thought for a few moments and I was struck by how cute he
was. This was all new. I'd fantasized about men, checked them out at the
beach and all that, but I'd never seen Robbie in this way
before. Everything about him just made me happy this morning.


"I got a bunch of comics the other day, we can go read them for a while?"
he said.


I didn't have any better idea - well, I was getting a better idea but that
seemed better to stay in my head - so I said sure. Robbie stood up and I
was a little sad that I couldn't see his thigh anymore. I did enjoy seeing
how these boxers were still visibly shorter than normal shorts on him as I
stood up and had to quickly readjust the hardon that had grown over the
past few minutes.


I followed Robbie into his house and then down into the basement. He and
his brother, Max, had corners of the basement converted into their
bedrooms. The coolness of the basement was a welcome relief from the heat
outside but I worried it meant Robbie would be covering up. I might not
have the same vantage point I did on the stairs but I also didn't want him
putting pants on either.


In his bedroom, he pulled out a stack of comics and we began rifling
through them to choose which to read. Thankfully, Robbie did not put pants
on and he grabbed a few books as he hopped up on his bed. He put his back
to the wall and brought his knees up to prop the comic against. I sat on
the floor and arranged myself so I could easily look at him while making it
look like I was reading.


With his knees up, his shorts fell even further than when he was sitting
outside. He clearly didn't notice or care that they had fallen so far down
that I could see part of his ass through the leg holes. Of course the
shorts covered what I was all of a sudden desperate to see so I tried to be
happy with what I had.


We read through a few books each. He read more than I did since half of my
time was spent staring up at him on the bed but he was done with
reading. He suggested we go back outside and find something to do and I
couldn't come up with a reason quick enough to object. He slid off the bed
and walked over to a set of drawers - my eyes unabashedly glued to him at
this point. I saw him pull out a pair of running shorts from one drawer
then pull open the top drawer and another pair of boxers.


My heart felt like it skipped forty beats as I realized he was going to get
changed in front of me. Looking back, we'd changed in front of each other
in the past but it wasn't a big deal. The other person wasn't watching and
we were usually just throwing on bathing suits to go swimming but I guess
it had been a long school year because this was the first time since last
summer I had seen Robbie change and it was a very different reaction on my
part.


He pulled his undershirt off over his head and I was mesmerized by the
fluid movement of his muscles in his back. Everything just moved in unison
like it was this dance being performed only for me. Then, all of a sudden,
Robbie grabbed his shorts by both sides and yanked them down. I thought I
was going to pass out from the excitement.


Just a few feet away from me was the absolute most perfect ass I would ever
see. It was unsurprisingly pale given its lack of exposure to the sun but
was as round as anything I'd ever seen. I would later come to realize it is
what's called a "bubble butt." It perfectly joined his upper thighs to his
lower back, seemingly stuck on with a dimple right where the small of his
back met the top of his ass. I so desperately wanted to run my finger down
his back, across that dimple, then down between those cheeks. The skin
looked so soft and -


"Uh, Erik?" Robbie asked, breaking me out of my daze. He was standing by
the set of drawers holding the clothes he was about to change into but his
upper body was turned toward me with a questioning look on his face. "What
are you staring at?"


Shit. I didn't realize I was staring. How long was I picturing what I
wanted to do to that ass? Could I play it off as not staring? Can I just
say I was waiting for him?


"Also," he started to say as he turned around fully to face me.


And there it was. His thirteen-year-old body in full view as I sat on the
floor looking up at him. As expected, he wasn't super muscular or even
toned yet. His body was slim and he had a bit of a farmer's tan
already. His soft pink nipples were the obvious exception to the rest of
his pale chest and it looked like he was just about to lose the last little
bit of a belly left over from younger days. It was barely noticeable ... to
anyone who wasn't studying every inch of him anyway.


My eyes traveled down his chest until I saw what I never knew I'd always
wanted to see. He had a perfectly proportioned cock jutting out from a
surprisingly dense black patch of hair. It certainly wouldn't need to be
trimmed for length for a year or two but it was short and thick. Robbie was
apparently a shower and not a grower as he had several inches hanging down
in a downward curve. My mind immediately started playing with all of the
possibilities and I could see myself running my finger down the top of his
cock and reveling in that feeling of skin against skin. So many ideas came
crashing into my mind at the same time, so many things I wanted to do to
him, do with him, have him do to me. I couldn't even catalog them all as
every reference to sex I'd ever heard, read, or seen all hit me at once. I
was dumbfounded on every level.


Apparently, Robbie had continued to speak even though I had heard none of
it.


"Dude," he said as I snapped out of it. "What is that about?" he said
pointing down at me.


It was then that I realized I was wearing very flimsy shorts and my own
dick had gotten rock hard. It was very obviously sticking up and tenting my
shorts. There was no way out of this, no way I could think to explain it.


"Uh," I said, trying to stall for time or some miracle. "It's ... um ..."


"No, I know WHAT it is," Robbie interrupted. "But why do you have a hardon
right now, I was just getting changed and - oh." He stopped in the middle
of his sentence, apparently realizing what was happening. Who knew he knew
what a hardon was? How had we never talked about this stuff before?


"Stay there," he said. He tossed the clothes he was holding aside and ran
to the bedroom door. "Hey, Max!" he said out the door, partially hiding
behind the door. What was he doing? Calling his brother over to laugh at
me? Help beat me up? This wasn't good. No answer from Max came and Robbie
closed the door, locking it.


I scooted back a bit across the floor instinctually. I wasn't sure what was
going to happen. I tried to be prepared for anything and my heart was
pounding inside my chest. Turning back toward me, Robbie came over to me
and sat down right in front of me, legs crossed and his dick just laying
there like it wasn't this amazing sight to behold.


"So ...," he said, clearly a little nervous and searching for the right
words. "Do you like looking at guys then?"


Part of me went into defensive mode and wanted to say, "What? Me? Pfft, no,
of course not, that's gay." That was the reaction I thought you were
supposed to have but it was pretty obvious that wouldn't work right
now. Plus, regardless of anything else, Robbie was my friend. I didn't want
to lie to him.


"Well, yeah," I said softly. "They're just ... I don't know, they're better
to look at than girls, I guess." Robbie started laughing and his whole body
seemed to loosen up a bit. I couldn't help but notice that his dick bounced
a bit as he laughed. And was I crazy or was it a little bit bigger than it
was a minute ago? "Uh, why are you laughing at me?"


"No, no, no," Robbie replied. "It's not that. I'm not laughing at you. It's
just ... " he trailed off as he looked away, seemingly grasping for how to
say something again. "It's just that I thought the same thing. Well, I
still do think the same thing. I don't like looking at girls, I like
looking at boys."


Mind. Blown.


"Wait, what? Seriously?" I asked. This seemed too good to be true ... if it
was true.


"Yeah, I was afraid to tell anyone," he said. "I thought I was just weird
or something."


"But how do you know?" I asked.


"I dunno," he said. "How do you know? I just - whenever I jerk off I
picture guys so ..."


My mind was immediately awash in images of Robbie laying on his bed, legs
spread open, and stroking his hard cock. I wanted so badly to jump into
that mental video and help him that I must have been daydreaming for at
least several seconds as I snapped back to Robbie asking me if everything
was okay.


"Huh? Oh, yeah, no, totally. Absolutely." More than okay, really. If I
thought my own dick was hard before then I didn't know what I was talking
about. I was hard as steel right now ... and I'm pretty sure Robbie was
getting hard now too actually. His cock definitely looked bigger and it
wasn't lying the same way it was before.


I wasn't sure what to say next. I knew I wanted to ask him if I could touch
his dick because that was really all that was on my mind. I was about to
open my mouth and say something just to fill the silence when Robbie leaned
in and kissed me. It was the sweetest kiss I've had to this day, Robbie
still sitting cross-legged and leaning in to me, pressing his lips against
mine. I could not imagine a better first kiss.


I let him linger on my lips for as long as he wanted to. I was afraid to
move as I didn't want to allow the real world to come crashing in. This was
the world I wanted to stay in forever. It was clear that neither of us knew
exactly what to do but we both wanted to save this moment and so our lips
stayed pressed together for what felt like ages before he pulled away. We
sat in silence for a few moments, both seemingly relishing in what just
happened.


"Wow," he said in a notch above a whisper. Reality seemed to hit him all at
once as his face changed a little bit. He seemed to realize what he just
did and didn't know what to do now. It looked like fear was coming across
his face as if he didn't know if he should have gone in for the kiss.


I decided to take a note from his book and I lunged forward toward him,
knocking him on his back. Hovering over him, I looked him in the eyes and
waited just a second before saying, "Yeah. Wow." I closed my eyes and
leaned down for another kiss. This time the kiss wasn't as sweet.


It started with our lips pressed against each other as the first had but I
slowly pushed my tongue into his mouth which clearly surprised him but we
didn't break the connection. Our tongues wrestled with one another as I
savored the taste of him. Propping myself up with my hand planted on the
floor, I couldn't wait to run may hands all over his body but I didn't want
to stop kissing him either. I was so torn!


Then something drew my attention away from my internal dilemma. I could
feel a new pressure pushing against my own rock hard cock. I realized that
it was Robbie own cock that was growing as we kissed. It was pressing
against my shorts and only made the moment even more amazing. I started to
slowly grind my hips down against his cock, rubbing my own through my
shorts against his.


Robbie let loose a moan that seemed to surprise even him. The sound drove
me mad and the slight vibrations in our mouths was amazing. There were so
many sensations happening at once it was hard to focus on any one of them
to fully enjoy it. Instead I tried to let everything flow across me as one
giant feeling and enjoy the ride as much as possible. I still couldn't
believe this was happening!


I finally broke my connection from Robbie's mouth and lifted my head. As I
opened my eyes I could see him, eyes still closed and mouth still slightly
open, just not fully back to reality yet after our make out session. It
took him several moments to open his eyes and meet mine as we both smiled.


"We shouldn't have waited for this," I said. He mumbled something in
response, clearly still a little dazed. Of course, it may have been lack of
brain function given how much blood had rushed to his cock. It had started
as a big-for-his-body four inches when soft and must have gained another
two when hard!


Since we had gone this far I felt safe in assuming we both wanted the same
thing. I lowered myself down toward him again but this time I kissed his
neck, then where his neck met his right shoulder, then his chest. I kissed
his chest in several places, moving slowly downward each time. His soft,
supple skin was Heaven against my lips.


As I moved down his body, I felt his hard dick get caught in my shirt as I
got lower and lower. I started to pull back and get to my knees as his cock
pressed against my t-shirt before slipping free and landing against
Robbie's stomach with an audible THWACK! He squirmed and let out a small
moan again. Finally opening his eyes, he smiled as he saw me kneeling above
him with my cock stretching the fabric of my shorts to the near breaking
point.


I placed my hands on his chest, then ran them slowly down to his stomach,
up his sides, down his arms to play with his fingers. I ran my hands back
up his arms and down his sides again, feeling the perfect skin that was
untouched by too many years. I continued down his hips then ran them around
to his thighs.


My God, his thighs were like clouds. They felt amazing, infinitely better
than I was even imagining them back on the front steps. I never wanted to
let go of them but I could see his cock was not only hard as steel but
twitching every time I moved my hands across his body. He must have been in
the same pleasurable torture as I was. His head was back against the
carpet, his eyes closed and I could see on his face he was completely
enjoying every second of my hands caressing him. He was already breathing
deeply as I was sure he had never felt anyone touch him like this before.


I kept staring at his cock, it appeared to be throbbing with anticipation
now. I'm not sure who wanted me to touch his dick more at that moment - him
or me. I slowly slid my hands up his inner thighs and separated his legs
just a little more than they already were. I checked his face to see if he
knew what was coming but he looked so focused on the physical sensations
that all thought had gone out the window.


I took my right hand and slowly wrapped each finger around his shaft. He
gasped and I could feel his body shudder slightly at this new
experience. His hips rose into the air a little as he pushed into this
feeling, already wanting more on an instinctual level. I took a moment to
focus on the feeling of his hard dick in my hand as well. WHo knew I'd been
waiting for this for so long?


As his hips started to lower and his ass was on the floor again I began to
slowly move my hand up and down his cock. Because his dick was curved up
toward his chest I started moving in a fluid, almost crescent moon
gesture. My left hand ran all over his lower body from his torso to his
inner thighs to around and cupping his ass. I squeezed his soft, supple ass
cheek and pulled it off the ground in unison with my hand on his throbbing
cock. He began to pump his hips in time with my squeezing and stroking - we
both became one fluid motion with each other.


I could watch Robbie pumping and thrusting forever. His flat, pale chest
was heaving now as he breathed heavily through his nose. Something about
the rhythmic pulse of his breathing matching the pumping and stroking was
just hitting me the right way. My own dick strained so hard in my briefs
but I didn't dare stop what I was doing. I just watched him pumping,
breathing, and loving this feeling.


All of a sudden I could tell his breathing was starting to get sharper and
shorter. He pumped his cock into my hand even harder and faster now. He was
moaning softly as his face scrunched together.


"Mmmm," was barely audible. More moaning and loud breathing as I brought by
hand up and down his shaft in a fluid motion. I never stopped my hand in
one place, always kept it moving up and down.


I looked down at this amazing scene and he was pumping harder and harder
now. He was basically fucking my hand at his point, my left hand wasn't
needed to pull his ass into the air. Looking down, he had spread his legs
even further apart, whether to get more strength in his thrusts or just
based on instinct I don't know, but I could see his asshole just briefly on
the down motion. I was intrigued but he clenched so hard as he thrust into
the air that I couldn't see it very well. I knew I had to see that asshole
at some point. I don't know why I needed but I would make it happen.


"Ohhhhhh," he said loudly all of a sudden. He was definitely breathing very
sharply now, like he was running from something. "Yes ... yes ... God yes
..." His voice was turning me on so much. I knew he wasn't going to last
much longer so I gripped his dick even more tightly and began to jerk him
off as fast as I could, furiously working my hand up and down his rock hard
shaft.


He thrusted faster and faster, harder and harder into my hand. He was
controlling the speed now, I wouldn't dare stop him. "Ohhhhh ... yes ..."
He was getting louder now, far past a whisper. His hands were gripping the
carpet underneath him. I knew he was just about at his limit, he was
clearly about to explode.


I had lost all coherent thoughts as I watched this beautiful boy in the
throws of ecstasy. I was going on animal instinct and lust almost as much
as he was. I quickly removed my hand from his shaft and just as he seemed
to take in a breath to say something I bent down and opened my mouth as he
thrust his cock in. I wrapped my lips around his cock and enveloped it,
taking the whole thing in as he thrust into my face.


"Oh, fuck!" he said loudly as he felt this new feeling on his dick. The
warmth and wetness was a new level of pleasure for Robbie. He lowered his
hips and his cock almost left my mouth but he quickly thrust back in. I
flicked my tongue along the head of his penis quickly and he moaned loudly,
"oh god, oh god!"


His hips didn't lower this time. His smooth, pale body contracted and he
thrust his dick even higher, my face buried in his short, thick black
bush. I suddenly felt a few splashes hi the back of my throat and my
mouth. He was cumming and I was loving it. He cock stated in my mouth as he
pumped with each spurt, it wasn't a lot but I could taste it and it was
amazing. We held that position for several seconds as his cock emptied and
he very slowly began to come down from the euphoric high.


As he slowly lowered his hips I made sure to create a suction with my mouth
and lick the shaft as it left my mouth. Robbie shivered slightly as his ass
lowered to the floor and his breathing began to slow again. His cock head
popped out of my mouth and I looked up to see Robbie laying on his back,
eyes still closed, his chest going up and down, and just zero willingness
to move.


I thought to myself that he looked absolutely beautiful right then. It was
the only word that made sense. His cock was slowly starting to shrink back
to normal size and he was regaining his boyhood again, different than the
animalistic sexiness he seemed to have just moments before.


I didn't say anything for a few minutes, just let him lie there and enjoy
the moments. But I couldn't leave him there alone like that. I crawled up
to straddle on top of him and lowered my face to his. I went in for a kiss
and he welcomed my mouth eagerly without moving any other part of his
body. I don't know if he could still taste any part of him in my mouth but
he voraciously attacked my tongue with his. His hands came up my back to
the back of my head and pulled me hard into him.


His hands, then moved down and started to pull at the waistband of my
shorts and briefs. My cock was almost in pain with arousal and anticipation
so I wasn't going to argue. I shifted to one knee without losing out kiss
and pulled my shorts and briefs down and off before shifting to the other
side to do the same.


He immediately brought his hand to my dick and I gasped and moaned into
him. He started to run up and down my shaft as we kissed deeply. This must
be so much better than just being jerked off. My cock was straighter than
his so he moved up and down, up and down with it as I gyrated with his
rhythm.


The fact that I didn't explode as soon as he touched me was a miracle so I
knew I wasn't going to last long. His hand went down the small of my back
and I felt a chill go through my body. It was all I needed to push me over
the edge. His hand grabbed my ass and pulled me closer just as I lost
control.


I moaned loudly and for several seconds into our passionate kiss as my
balls contracted and I started to cum all over his smooth chest. He kept
stroking and I kept pumping as the cum splashed against his chest and lower
neck. For several seconds that felt like several years he gripped my cock
and I came onto him.


As the cum subsided and I myself began to come down from the high, I broke
our kiss and I fell over to his side. Laying next to him on my back, I
closed my eyes and just felt my body shivering starting to reset itself
after the orgasm. We both lay there just listening to each other's
breathing for several minutes.


Suddenly I felt his hand move as he blindly felt around for a second. His
hand then found what it was looking for - mine. I closed my hand on his as
our fingers intertwined themselves. This small, intimate act was almost as
pleasurable as what we had just done. I turned my head and opened my eyes
to see him already looking at me with a warm glow. I don't think he ever
looked more beautiful than at that moment. It would have been incredibly
wholesome if my cum splattered on his chest wasn't glistening in the light
above us.


A grin came across his smile and I felt him squeeze my hand gently.


In an almost whisper so as not to disrupt the serenity anymore than he had
to, he said, "we should have a sleepover tonight."


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