Date: Sat, 20 Mar 2010 07:44:51 -0400
From: oinkerz@mindless.com
Subject: My neighbor's friend

I hate the disclaimers, so I'll just say this: Don't read the story if you
know it's illegal, and don't plagiarise. Also keep in mind that I'm a
first-time writer, so this story may not be really amazing, but please try
to be open-minded.

I have always been a shy guy, and I honestly can't tell you why that is. I
suppose it's something that just happened when I was growing up. I'm not
the best person for social interaction, and I don't really go out much. I
have the problem of not being able to interact with people appropriately
until I am fully comfortable around them and my surroundings, and that can
more often than not take very long.

I am not interested in sports, though I do gymnastics. Okay, so it's
actually tumbling, but gymnastics sounds better when you tell people about
it. I am busy developing quite a nice body, but I am still busy working on
it since I really haven't been doing the sport for very long.

I have done some modelling for photos -- I have even done some naked photos
-- and I love doing it. That is the one thing where I can forget about
everything and just let it all go. I forget about being shy, and hating my
ears, and stressing about exams, and everything else that I might have in
mind. I find it very relaxing.

Anyway, at 18 years old I have not yet lost my virginity or even had my
first kiss. It wasn't something that particularly bothered me, but I was
scared of putting off the girl I would finally get the chance of kissing
with my inexperience. I decided not to let that bother me though, because
when I met the right person then she would be patient and teach me to do it
right.

My father and I were out for lunch with my uncle one afternoon when we came
across our neighbour and a few of his friends. They invited us to join
them, which we did. The food was amazing, and surprisingly I was instantly
comfortable with the strangers. One of the men in particular caught my
attention. For some reason I could not comprehend he fascinated me.
Something about his eyes made me struggle to keep a hold on my train of
thought for very long. The man's name was Ian.

Ian had light brown hair, blue-green eyes, average height and he looked
like he had an amazing body, though he didn't wear clothes to flatter his
physique, so I couldn't be sure. The things I liked the most about Ian was
his laugh and smile. His smile lit up his entire face, and one couldn't
help but feel lighter after seeing his smile. His contagious laugh was a
glorious sound, and it dispelled any fears or negativity from the air.

The weeks after the lunch I couldn't stop thinking about Ian. There was
something about him that I couldn't get out of my head.

There was a BBQ at our neighbour's house one Saturday, and I wasn't quite
keen on going. There was rarely anyone my age there, and I would have
trouble socializing even if there were. I would have to make do with my
sisters.

We arrived at the BBQ early as usual, but since we lived right across the
street it wasn't unexpected. We walked around the house to the back yard,
me trailing behind the others. As we rounded the corner I noticed that we
weren't the first ones there. Standing next to our neighbour was Ian,
wearing swimming trunks and a pale green T-shirt. He had cut his hair
short, and it looked good with his stubble. I couldn't believe that I was
standing there analyzing the looks of a man. There had to be something
wrong with me, especially since I had started to wonder how it would feel
to kiss him with that stubble. I tried to shake it off.

I was hanging around next to the pool when I noticed someone coming to
stand next to me. I looked up into the eyes I had been thinking about for
weeks now.

"Hey Wade," Ian said. I was suddenly more at ease with Ian next to me than
I had been standing alone. "Hey Ian," I replied.

We made small talk, which later turned to the most intriguing conversation
I had ever had before. He told me everything about himself, and he wasn't
shy about anything. He told me about the first time he had sex, and how it
felt and everything. For some reason I couldn't help but tell him
everything about me, though my stories weren't nearly as interesting as
his.

"So how about we have a swim?" Ian asked. "I'll have to go get my swimming
trunks at home first. I forgot them." I said. I got the house keys from my
dad and headed toward the exit. Ian caught my arm then. "Would you mind if
I came along? I don't really want to stand around here and listen to boring
conversations about cars and sports." "Sure Ian, let's go." I said. It felt
strange to have a man who was about 15 years older than me asking for my
company above the company of others his own age.

We got to the house, and he followed me into my room. I got my swimming
trunks and looked at Ian to make sure he wasn't looking. He was looking,
and when he saw me look over at him he smiled at me. "Do you want me to
look away?" he asked, and I would have sworn that I heard a hint of
disappointment in his tone. Suddenly I couldn't say yes. "You don't have
to," I said. His face lit up just the tiniest bit, and his smile widened.

I sighed and pulled down my shorts, revealing my briefs. I started to pull
my swimming trunks up. "Are you going to swim with your underwear on?" Ian
asked. I blushed. "Well, yeah. The swimming trunks are white and they don't
really cover up very well. I don't want to flaunt my junk to everyone." "I
don't think you should do that. You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed
of, and nobody would notice anyway. Everybody is getting drunk by now." I
thought about this for a moment, and took off my underwear and pulled on my
swimming trunks.

"Do you want something to drink before we go back?" I asked, suddenly
noticing my extreme thirst. "Sure, that would be great." I poured him a
glass of Coke, and got myself a glass of water. We sat down on the couch to
drink.

"So why don't you have a girlfriend?" Ian asked. "I don't know. I just
don't. Maybe I freak them out too much or something," I replied. Ian was
quiet for a moment, seeming to think about something. I didn't want to
disturb him.

"Can I ask you something? And don't think I'm being a dick or anything."
"Sure, go ahead," I said, getting curious. "Have you ever considered guys?"
I didn't understand what he meant. "For what?" "For sex," he said softly. I
was quiet for a minute, struggling to form the words to answer him.

"I can't say I have," I finally replied. "Have you ever had any thoughts
about guys in a way you found strange?" he asked. "I had one recently for
the only time." I replied, knowing what he meant this time.

"Can I ask what it was?" he pushed. "I suppose there's no harm in telling
you. I imagined kissing a guy with stubble." I knew what he would want to
know next, but I wasn't going to say in case I was wrong. "So who did you
think about kissing?" he asked, and my heart sank. "I don't think I can
say," I replied after a few seconds. "Why not?" he asked. "Because you'll
think differently of me." "I promise you that I won't." I thought it over
for a few seconds, and then sighed. "Okay, and you can't tell anyone." He
agreed with my terms. "Okay, so it was you," I admitted, before burying my
face in my hands. I sat like that for a while before I looked up. Ian was
looking at me with a smile on his face.

"So you wanted to kiss me?" he asked, looking smug. "I just wondered," I
said. I felt a bit uncomfortable with him grinning like that, yet at the
same time I felt excited that he wasn't revolted. It was a strange
reaction. "Do you still wonder?" I stared at his face, trying to decide
whether he was serious or pulling my leg. "Yes, I do." I noticed then that
he had unconsciously started leaning toward me, probably because of
suspense or something. His face was close to mine, but a bit lower. He
looked at me for a moment before he started giggling.

"What?" I asked. "I just realized that you are much younger than me, and
yet I am sitting here thinking about you wondering about me kissing
you. Did that make any sense?" "Yeah, it did. I suppose it is a bit
silly. But thanks for not laughing at me." I looked over at the clock, and
noticed that it was getting a bit late. It was late enough to have an
excuse to leave. "So, I think we should be getting back." I got up and
started toward the door. Ian stopped me by asking me to help him up. I
walked back and took his hand. I started to pull him up with some
difficulty, but he fell back with me being yanked along.

I was in an awkward position. His legs were open and I had fallen between
them with my crotch against his leg, and his crotch against my thigh. His
face was about an inch away from mine. My free arm had fallen across his
shoulder and the hand which was still holding his was pressed up against
his chest. We lay there for some time, and I felt his cock go hard. He
looked into my eyes, and I leaned in for my first kiss. It was not at all
what I had expected. I don't know what I had expected, but it wasn't
this. It was intense and I forgot all about my worries about being bad at
it.

We made out for a few minutes before I came up for air. After a moment Ian
spoke. "I think we really should get back. It's getting dark."

We got back to the party and my mind was preoccupied the entire time. Ian
and I still hung out, pretending that nothing was wrong. I wanted more of
him, and so did he, so he pretended to be drunk so he would need to crash
somewhere for the night. My neighbours had little space, so I made my dad
offer our house up, offering to share my room when he was reluctant.

I told my dad that I would take Ian to our house, because I was tired and
he looked wasted. He agreed and said that he didn't know what time he or
the others would come home, but that it would be much later. I couldn't
help but smile as I took Ian home.

We held out until we were in my room with the door closed. We made out for
about half an hour, and it was even better than it had been earlier.

"I have a suggestion," Ian said after a while. "Let me hear it," I
replied. "How about we get naked and have some sex?" I thought about it and
I knew it was wrong, but at that moment I couldn't help but agree.

I got some Vaseline from my cupboard and put it on the bedside table,
before stripping off all of my clothes. Ian was even more marvellous than I
had imagined. He had the most amazing abs I had ever seen, and his cock was
amazing. It wasn't huge, but I loved it. I didn't think that I wanted
something huge.

He took the Vaseline and lubed up my cock, before doing his ass. He climbed
onto me and sat down on my cock, letting it slip into him very slowly. The
sensations I felt were better than anything I had ever imagined to feel
during sex. Moans escaped from my lips and he started to moan with me after
a while.

Once he had gotten used to my cock he started riding me hard and fast. It
was amazing! And of course it was no surprise that I was unable to hold my
orgasm off for very long. I blew the biggest load I had ever experienced
into his ass, and he kept going despite that. When he was sure that I was
done he lay down on top of me and kissed me with as much passion as he
could.

"I think it's my turn now," I said. He smiled at me and started lubing up
his cock and my ass. He lay back down on top of me and started to push into
me. He was so gentle and caring that I hardly felt anything at all. Once he
was completely inside me, he stopped moving for a minute to let me adjust.

"I want to do something," he said. I agreed, and he picked me up. He walked
over to the wall and pushed me up against it, his cock still inside me. He
let me lean against the wall as he grabbed my butt for stability and
started fucking me slowly. As time went by and I moaned more he started to
fuck me faster and harder. I could barely keep from screaming in pleasure
each time he thrust into me. I had never known that such pleasure could
truly exist.

Ian was able to hold out a bit longer than I did, but all too soon he
exploded into me. I could feel him get weak at the knees, but he kept us
up. When he was okay again he carried me back to my bed. We slept in each
others' arms. I woke at about 2am to find him sucking my cock, and exploded
shortly after. I let him fuck me again, since I was a bit scared of taking
his cock into my mouth. I was scared of hurting him with my teeth or
something.

I woke up in the morning to find Ian staring at my face. He looked so
happy, and he smiled his beautiful smile. I cuddled closer into him and
kissed him.

We sort of started dating after that, though nobody ever knew. He gave me a
key to his house when I graduated and I spent more time at his house than
at my own. I did eventually attempt to suck his cock, but I still prefer to
have him in my ass.

After a few years though I decided that I wanted to have kids, so I found a
woman and we had 2 sons. Ian understood, and we never lost touch. When my
wife cheated on me with another woman, Ian was there for me to go back to,
even though I still had had sex with him while I was married.



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