Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2019 22:15:47 -0400 From: Erik Laufeyson Subject: There Goes the Neighborhood 2 If you're not supposed to be reading fiction involving youths and sex, stop doing that and look away. If you ARE supposed to then by all means, keep reading. Don't forget to support NIFTY with a donation to keep the lights on. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- Robbie and I sat on his bed, backs against the wall and legs straight out. Our hands were on each other's cocks as we stroked each other. I got almost as much pleasure from feeling his hard shaft in my hand as I did from his hand on mine. It was silent in the room except for our breathing which moved in and out of unison as we both rose and fell in ecstasy. His head was back against the wall and his eyes were closed. His fine, black hair fell back so I could focus on his soft features as they expressed the beautiful agony of never wanting this moment to end yet wanting to climax at the same time. He was clearly focusing on the sensations emanating from his penis. I would regularly look over at him. Part of what I enjoyed most was seeing him enjoy these moments so much. I loved the feeling of my fingers wrapped around his dick, the soft skin of the hard shaft was sliding up and down as I stroked him. I could feel my climax coming soon. I'd been holding it back for several minutes already and it was getting more and more difficult. As soon as the soft moans began escaping his mouth I was headed for the top. I was quickly learning how much sound turned me on and Robbie had already formed this habit of increasing the volume of his moaning the longer I had his dick in my hand. It just pushed me further and further to cumming and made it so difficult to hold back much longer. I closed my eyes and focused all of my attention on my own cock. Robbie was rougher than I was when we jerked off but I liked it, it was almost like he was more in control. I instinctively started thrusting my hips slightly to match his hand coming down my shaft. The extra bit of friction was too much for me to handle and I couldn't hold the damn any longer. "Unnnh, I'm going to cum," I whispered full of breath. As the wave of pleasure was just about to hit I automatically gripped Robbie's dick even tighter but never stopped stroking him. He didn't seem to give any notice to anything I was doing outside of speeding up his hand motion on my cock as I began to thrust into his hand even harder. "Yeaaaaaaaah," I said long and slowly as my orgasm hit full tilt. It felt like my cock had exploded with years of pent up pleasure that was only now bursting out for the first time. In reality, a few spurts of cum spurted from my dick and landed on my stomach, then in my light brown pubes, and finally Robbie's hand that was still stroking my cock. I continued my own work on his dick as I crossed the peak and started to come down from my high. I could tell that Robbie was far away from here as he continued stroking my quickly softening cock with the same vigor as five minutes ago. The sensitivity made me take his hand off of my dick and I moved to my thigh which he began massaging. His breathing was getting much quicker so I knew he was getting close too. I let him continue to knead my thigh as I began working his shaft more quickly and alternating the tightness of my grip. He loved that, moving from tight to loose with my hand. It seemed to always get him from "getting close" to setting off the fireworks. Today was no exception. As soon as I started alternating my grip he began to squirm and moan with pleasure. I couldn't believe that I got to witness this time and again already and who knows how many more times in the future. His whole body started to tense and contract as he threw his head even further back and his mouth gaped toward the ceiling. He didn't say anything but he let out a long, breathy sigh as I felt his cock in my hands begin to pulsate. He convulsed slightly as his breathy moan continued. His entire body was taught and the tension accentuated everything I loved about it. The pale skin was pulled over a thin frame. His chest was flat and stretched out as he arched his back away from the wall. Sitting there watching him, it looked like his entire body was having the orgasm. If I had justn't had mine it would have definitely pushed me over the edge. Robbie didn't produce a huge amount of cum yet but there were a few drops that shot out and landed on his short but thick bush of black pubes. The translucent-white against the dark black made quite a contrast. I began to slow my hand on his cock as he started to come down from the orgasm. I never wanted to just release him, I reveled in bringing him down slowly and gently. He was at his most beautiful at this moment, a mix of the sexy partner I'd been exploring bodies with, the gorgeous young man he was to the outside world, and the friend I'd known for years. I was silent as I listened to his breathing return to normal, his body relaxed, and he enjoyed the post-orgasm come down. His hand became still on my thigh as I eventually stopped stroking him and his cock began to soften. I slid my hand down his shaft one last time before releasing my fingers and running them down his hips. His own hand fell to the bed and our hands met and grabbed one another. This had become our way of ending each session, we would sit in silence for several minutes after and just hold hands to know the other person was still there. His head fell to the side and landed on my shoulder. I cocked my own head to lay on top of his as my right hand gripped his left more tightly. We began to breathe in the same rhythm and just enjoyed being with one another for several minutes. I noticed the time on the clock and realized I needed to get home. I'd already slept over twice this past week since we started jerking each other off. It might have been summer but my parents still wouldn't let me stay here every night so I could get my rocks off with my best friend. "Hey," I said quietly. I hated to be the one to disturb the quiet. "I really have to go home or else I'm going to get such shit." "Mmmmm," he said. I wasn't entirely sure if he was cognizant of what was going on right then but he figured it out when I started to move and got off the bed. He stayed on the bed, back to the wall, legs spread out in front of him, and his soft dick hanging down in front of his balls. He just watched as I went to the closet and got the small towel we had been using to clean up. I wiped the cum from me and walked over to the pile of clothes on the floor. My dick hadn't gotten entirely soft yet so it still bounced a bit as I walked around the room. I got dressed and Robbie was still just watching me from the bed. He had a huge smile on his face and if there is one thing everyone could agree on it's that Robbie's smiles are insanely contagious. I smiled broadly back at him as I pulled my t-shirt down over me. "I know, I don't want to go either. When's your mom's next night shift?" "Um," he said looking at the ceiling. I wasn't sure if he was bad at calendars or the blood hadn't gotten back to his brain yet. "Saturday, I think. Yeah, Saturday." "Perfect! My parents don't want me staying over during the week. I don't know why they care, it's the summer, but whatever. I'll ask if I can sleep here on Saturday and we can have the whole night to ourselves." I walked over to the bed and climbed on opt of him, straddling his legs. "I can't wait," I said. "How about we promise not to jerk off before then?" "With each other or at all," he asked with a quizzical look on his face. "At all," I answered. "It'll feel soooo much better if we wait a few days." I leaned in and kissed him softly. "Trust me, it'll be even more amazing if we wait a few days then play all night." I kissed him again, this time deeper and longer. "Do you trust me?" I kissed him again, wrestling my tongue with his. "Mmmhmm," he said as I pulled away from him. "I trust you." His eyes were still closed and I could feel his cock started to grow hard again against my ass. "Good," I said. "Then I'm leaving before I make that even worse." As I climbed off of him and the bed, I made sure to push my ass down just a little on his growing cock. He released a soft moan as I did. "Remember," I said as I reached for the doorknob. "No touching until Saturday night." I walked through the door and closed it behind me. I paused for a moment to ask myself if this was real life. How could this all have actually happened? And seemed like it would keep happening! Absolute Heaven. It had been a week and a half since our first experience together. We found as many opportunities as we could to recreate it. We usually ended up at his house since his mom worked a lot of hours as a nurse and his stepdad couldn't care less about what we were doing so long as we weren't in his way or making too much noise. Admittedly, there had been a few times where it was actually difficult to not make noise but most times we were glad for the privacy. It also helped that Robbie's room was in the basement so we could hear anyone coming downstairs. This was useful since Robbie's little brother, Max, also had his room in the basement. Luckily he was starting to turn into something of a jock so he was always outside playing football or something. Robbie and I were content to spend the summer days in his air-conditioned bedroom. Over the past week we had learned that we could only orgasm so many times in a day so we began to have sessions where we wouldn't get to the point of cumming so we could continue again in a little while. Some of those cool down periods where I waited to get my hands on Robbie again were excruciating. But I knew it only meant it would feel that much better when we got back together again later in the day. I was fascinated with Robbie's sense of confidence through the whole process. He didn't seem to waiver in doing what he wanted and directing me to give him what he wanted. Up to this point we pretty much exclusively masturbated each other or in front of each other except for that first time where I went down on Robbie as he was about to climax. I wanted so badly to do that again every time we were together but something kept holding me back. I would instantly get nervous and afraid that THAT was going too far or Robbie didn't enjoy it or if he wanted me to then he would say or do something to let me know. Teenage anxiety would explode inside my head every time I thought about it. I walked across the basement toward the stairs and saw that the door to Max's bedroom was open slightly. At 12 years old he was a year younger than Robbie and two years younger than me. He was getting into sports a lot more recently but you'd almost never know it from his bedroom. The walls were bare, devoid of any posters or decorations you'd expect from a 12 year old in the suburbs. His bed was pushed into the corner opposite the door and he had one dresser in the room with a TV sitting on it. Aside from a small pile of clothes lumped on the floor, there wasn't anything else in the room. I was curious as to where his stuff was. He couldn't have gotten rid of everything he had, could he? I pushed the door open some more and looked around. I decided to check the closet to see if he just crammed everything in there but it was just as sparse as the rest of the room. Some clothes hanging, a pile of mix-matched shoes on the floor, a small set of clear plastic drawers that had socks, t-shirts, and underwear in them. I closed the closet door and took another look around the room. I guess he really did get rid of his stuff. I went to leave the room when I accidentally kicked the small pile of clothes on the floor. I didn't want him to think anyone was in his room so I bent down to collect it into a pile again when I noticed a unique item in the pile. I must not have noticed the underwear drawer in the closet or maybe he had others in the dresser but for the first time in real life I was face to face with a jockstrap. I knew what jock straps were from things like the Sears catalog, that bastion of young gay adoration in the pre-internet days. Not being into sports myself I never saw one in real life before. Hell, I changed and ran out of the locker room in school as fast as possible trying to not look at anything for fear of being found out. But here before me it lays, a white jock strap. I picked it up and spun it around in my fingers so I could pull the waistband wide. I wanted to see how these things actually worked, lying on the floor it just looked like a tangled web of straps and fabric. I held it out in front of me and realized how someone would wear it. I still wasn't entirely sure WHY someone would wear it but I didn't understand most things about sports. It did have a certain quality about it though. As I held it in the air in front of me I first pictured some of those catalog models I'd seen before wearing it. Then my mind naturally put Robbie into it. My eyes danced around the image in my head. His body seemed absolutely designed for this. His large-for-his-age cock nestled snugly in the jock's pouch. His already rounded bubble butt being pulled up and tight by the straps. His dark black bush just peeking out from the sides, teasing the world around to take another look. I was lost at that point, swimming in the world my mind's eye had created. I needed to find a way to get Robbie into a jockstrap now. I needed to see if what was in my head could become reality. I could already feel the creeping notions of the obsession starting at the back of my brain. I could see myself occupied with little else over the next few days than with this image in my head. And we agreed to not masturbate until Saturday! As if realzing the self-imposed torture I was in for over the next few days wasn't enough to snap me out of my fantasy world, I heard the door to the basement open. I suddenly had the image of my holding Max's jockstrap in my hands, shorts tented out as he walked into the room. It would be difficult to explain that away, especially with his older brother in room across the basement probably asleep just as I left him, naked and with his cum dripping down to the bed. I immediately threw the jock into my pocket. I don't know why I did that, I panicked and just tried to hide the evidence. It would have been a smarter move to throw them back onto the pile of clothes but since when is a 14 year old ever that smart? I adjusted my hard dick in my shorts as I scooted out of the room, pressing down the jockstrap in my pocket. I almost walked into Max just as he was turning from the last step of the stairway. So long as he didn't realize his door was open more than before I would be fine. "Hey, Max," I said, probably over eager to hide my nervousness. "Hi, Erik," he said nonchalantly. "What's up?" "Your brother's asleep, I was going to head home for dinner." "Oh, okay," he said. He paused but looked like he started to say something then stopped himself. "Can - " he stopped himself again. "What?" I asked him , trying to prod him to get it out. I wasn't sure what he was going to say but I knew I needed to get out of there sooner rather than later. Between the sleeping, naked Robbie behind his bedroom door, Max's jockstrap in my pocket, and my extremely hard dick in my shorts barely being concealed, this was just a recipe for disaster right now. "It's just ... " he trailed off, seemingly looking past me at Robbie's room. "Come here," he said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his room. He closed the door behind and spun around. When he gripped my arm it was much stronger than I thought it would be. What had happened to "Robbie's little brother Maxie?" He must have really taken to playing football because I was just realizing how this body in front of me was very much not the little Maxie I remembered.I was getting that same feeling I had with Robbie on his front steps last week. It was like seeing the world the way you always did but now there's a new color in your spectrum. He stood there in his wife beater and basketball shorts, black with silver stripes down the side. I was instantly annoyed they were black so I couldn't tell what he was hiding behind them. Of course I didn't dare glance down too often for fear he'd figure out what I was looking for. His arms were starting to build muscle and definition, showcased even more as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. He wasn't overly muscular by any means, he was still 12, but he had always been stockier than Robbie to begin with. I don't think anyone would have ever called him fat but Robbie was thin and pale whereas Max was fuller and darker complexion. Part of that was comparison to Robbie and part was Max's enjoyment of the outdoors even from an early age. His dark blonde hair fell to almost shoulder length and came down to just above his eyes. He clearly was not one for styling it and it naturally fell this way. It looked to have a rougher quality to it than Robbie's silky black hair. He was noticeably shorter than me (not that I was exceedingly tall but two years made a difference at that age) but he was thicker and was probably stronger given that the most phsyicalactivity I'd had since school ended was stroking his brother's cock. He now stood between me and the door. I'm not sure why but I didn't like that. I wasn't sure what he wanted to say but there were way too many negative and frightening thoughts running through my head right then. "Do you think ... do you ..." he trailed off again. He was already talking softly but the last part was almost a whisper. "Dude, what?" I asked. If this was going to take a turn for the worse then I just wanted to get it over with. The fear was almost worse than what might happen. "Do you think everything is okay with Robbie?" he asked. "Huh?" This was not what I was expecting. "What do you mean?" "I don't know," he said looking away briefly. "He's been spending so much time down here in his room. It's the summer. I just want to make sure he's okay, I guess." "Ohhh," I said, breathing an internal sigh of relief. "Yeah, yeah, he's fine. He's just been - " I stopped myself. I almost told him what Robbie and I had been doing that'd kept us occupied for so many hours the past week. That would've been bad. "He's fine. He's just not into sports like you." Max seemed to cock an eyebrow. Was he suspicious? Was i just being nervous and reading too much into his look? God, I needed to get out of there before something happened. He shrugged his shoulders. I would have loved to see him do that without his shirt on, I thought. "Okay, I guess," he said. "Just wanted to make sure." He stepped away from the door and walked past me further into his room. "Yep," I said reassuringly as I grabbed the doorknob. "He's fine. I need to go though, have to get home for dinner." I opened the door and turned my head for a last look. "Okay," Max said as he bent down to the floor to pick up the pile of clothes. I bit my lip as I watched his ass jut out as he bent over. The loose fabric of the shorts pulled taught over his ass outlined it perfectly - even if they were black, damn shorts. He stood and I realized he was looking at the pile of clothes. "Oh, shit," I thought. The jockstrap was still in my pocket. Was he noticing it wasn't in his pile of laundry where he left it. I didn't want for an answer, I hurriedly walked to the stairs and out of the basement. I made a beeline for the front door through the living room, making sure not to wake up their step dad who was asleep on the couch. Once I was outside and making my way back to my own house I realized my boner had gone down. I'm not sure when exactly it had happened but I guess that kind of fear will do that to a hardon. I still had Max's jockstrap in my pocket and it would stay there until I got to my own bedroom down the street. I don't know what Max was thinking right now but I tried to put it out of my head. I needed to figure out how to avoid jerking off over the next few days when I had thoughts of Robbie in my head, this jockstrap, Robbie IN the jockstrap, and now thoughts of Max's arms. Jeez, how in the world was I supposed to not jerk off until the sleepover with Robbie on Saturday?! --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- The first chapter was inspired by true events but I have a full neighborhood of others I can explore from my youth. I'd love to share them all with you in this series. I know this chapter was not full of sex but Chapter 3 should get you going again if you enjoyed Chapter 1. I'll try to strike a balance between storytelling and sex going forward. As much fun as I'm having creating this world it is still definitely a sex-positive series of stories. Thank you to everyone who emailed me after the first chapter. I got some amazing reviews and such nice notes about my story. I'll keep writing as long as people keep enjoying it so please let me know what you thought of Chapter 2 - Offsprng7X@gmail.com. I especially love the emails talking about your own similar adventures or your experience reading my stories. If I got you off, let me know! Stay tuned for more in There Goes the Neighborhood and don't forget to donate to NIFTY for all the hours of entertainment it provides you!