Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2012 00:02:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: J Martinez <blacksneakers42@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Teen Neighbor: Chapter 1

I was sitting at my desk on a summer morning, filling out some paperwork
when I first noticed the moving van drive up in front of the house next to
mine. I had been expecting one to show up for some time, ever since the
"SOLD" sticker had been slapped onto the old "For Sale" sign in the front
yard. I was actually looking forward to having new neighbors. The previous
owner was an elderly woman; kind, but seemingly bored. She must have
thought the same, as she found a nice senior citizen community in Palm
Springs, put her house on the market, and drove off with an "Hasta luego,
Brad!" I can only hope to be that adventurous when I reach my sixties.

As you've probably realized, my name is Brad. A successful high school
teacher (as successful as they can be) with the last name of Sandburg.
Yep. That's me, Brad Sandburg. My parents retired in Hawaii, leaving
Florida for a greater paradise. We take turns visiting each other for the
holidays. My house is certainly big enough for guests (3 bedrooms), but
most of the time it was just me and my golden retrievers, Lucy and Baxter.

More about my appearance: I'm happy to say that at 32, I'm in great
shape. My gym routine has kept me nicely toned and flat, though without
huge muscles. I just like to stay slim. I've got a a slight wave in my
light brown hair, which I keep a little long but combed to the side (to
look professional at work). 6 feet tall, dark green eyes (wish I had blue),
without too much body hair. I've got a light dusting of hair (light brown,
almost blonde as well) on my chest, a small love trail, and a decent pubic
bush that I keep slightly trimmed (not too much, just enough so it is all
the same length). I've got rather bushy armpits, but that hair lies flat,
as opposed to the curly bush surrounding my dick.

I bet you're all wondering about my cock, am I right? It's a decent tool,
almost 7 inches when hard, but not too thick. I'm cut, but like uncut just
as much. My balls are of average size, but aren't hairy. The Florida heat
makes them hang low and heavy most of the time. I'm proud to say that I
tend to shoot large creamy loads, which can travel far if I work my cock
right.

Anyways, back to the new neighbors. As the moving men started unloading
various boxes onto the front lawn, a tall, dark haired woman of about 40
stepped out of the mini van parked behind the truck. From the passenger
side, a shorter girl, no older than 20, emerged; this girl could only be
the daughter of the first woman. One look their faces, and it was
obvious. The van's sliding door opened and out stepped a teenage boy, and I
caught my breath.

Obviously this young man is the reason there's a story to tell, and boy was
he a hot one!Around 15 or 16, he had that slightly-built frame of a boy in
puberty who was beginning to develop muscles in all the right places. No
traces of facial hair yet, but, as he stretched his body, his tank top and
board shorts revealed a small patch of black hair growing under his arms,
and hair on his legs. The dark black hair on his head was of medium length
(partially covering his ears) and slightly wavy. Unlike the women, he had
green eyes, probably like his father. He must have spent some time in the
sun, as he had a nice golden tan to his light skin.

I felt my cock stir.

Dammit.

It wasn't that I didn't have sex often. In fact, I had a steady boyfriend
throughout college and for some time after, and even had a few casual
encounters (safe, mind you) while on vacation. But seeing a man displaying
such sign of young masculinity had a way of hardening my cock like nothing
else could. There's something about a teen that drives me crazy. Was it the
fact that they are charged with testosterone? That they are barely
exploring their bodies, and discovering sex? That they are eager to display
their manliness and prove they are true males? I wasn't sure.

All I knew was that this boy was hot.



It wasn't until I finished my paperwork that I looked out the window
again. To my surprise, the moving van, along with the movers, had left. I
guess they didn't pay for the whole package deal. Instead, the two women
and the young man were moving boxes inside on their own. Seeing as how I
had finished my work, wanted to get to know them, and that they needed the
help, I grabbed a couple of water bottles and headed outside.

"Hey there, new neighbors. Would you all like a hand?" I asked, approaching
the women. The mother turned around, slightly startled, but her face lit up
when she saw me.

"My names Brad Sandburg, I live next door to you. I saw that you might need
some help moving in. Water?"

"Oh, thank you!" she replied as I handed her and her daughter a bottle. She
took a swig. "My name's Janice, and this is my daughter Alice."

"Nice to meet you, Brad," said Alice, extending a hand.

"And this is my son, Jason," she said as the boy emerged from house, having
clearly just taken a box inside. "Jason, come meet Brad, the man from next
door!"

"Hi, nice to meet you. My name's Jason," he said, shaking my hand.

Ever had a moment where you could just instantly cream in your pants, hands
free? This was that moment. Fortunately, I didn't cream, but man I wanted
to. His handshake was nice and firm, and up close I could see that his
biceps and chest were nicely defined for a boy his age. His eyes were ever
more entrancing up close, and his smile revealed brilliant, white teeth. He
had a rather prominent Adam's apple, which explained a voice so deep for a
young lad. His straight nose, dark, straight eyebrows, and sculpted jaw
made me want to passionately take him right then and there.

Fortunately, all I did was say, "Nice to meet you Jason. I'm Brad, I live
next door. Care for a water bottle?"

"Thanks," he said, and flashed me another grin.

Another urge to let loose my load of cum.

As he took a large drink of water, his raised arm gave me a glorious view
of his spiffy bushes hidden there. The coarse hairs were dark and curly,
and his sweat had them damp and stuck to his skin. I got a faint whiff of
sweat and crisp deodorant (Old Spice, if my hunch was correct), which made
my penis lengthen slightly.

Careful, don't get a boner. Careful, don't get a boner.

He smiled again, and took another swig. Another whiff of teenage boy.

Dammit, getting a boner.

In order to distract myself, I turned back to Janice.

"So, would you guys like some help?"

"That would be wonderful," replied Janice with a side smile.





As I helped move them in, Janice told me all about themselves. Her husband,
Richard, was in the Navy, which explained why they were here in
Jacksonville, Florida. He was currently overseas, with an undetermined
return date. Alice, now 18, was going to attend the University of Central
Florida in the fall, another incentive for them to leave California behind
and move to Florida. While Alice found a part time job over the summer at
the local Target, Janice was a culinary artist and managed to find a job
before moving.

"I'll have to make you dinner one of these days as a thank you for
helping," she said I helped her bring in a sofa. "I make a mean shepherd's
pie."

"Thanks," I said, laughing with her as we put the sofa down.

"So what do you do?" she asked, wiping her brow.

"I teach Physics at the high school down the street, Blackwood High," I
replied. Janice's eyes lit up.

"Really? That's wonderful. Jason will be starting his junior year over
there. He turns 17 in December." Jason, who had been unpacking some china
into a glass cabinet, nodded.

"I can't wait to turn 17," he said. "Then I can get my driver's license,
finally. I could have gotten it a year ago!"

"But you still won't have a car," Alice pointed out, laughing. Jason
scowled.

I laughed. "Don't worry Jason," I said, "you'll get a car eventually. I
didn't have my first car until I was 18. My uncle's old Toyota. Wasn't much
of a looker though."

Jason grinned. "I don't mind a beat up car, just as long as it runs." He
flashed me another smile.

My dick was practically aching to be stroked.





It wasn't until we had finished bringing everything inside that I noticed
something was missing.

"Hey," I said, turning to Janice, "where are your mattresses? Did the
movers forget them or something?" We brought in bed frames, that I did
know.

"Oh, no, we didn't see any point in bringing them," she replied. "They were
pretty worn and kinda gross, and we figured it'd just be easier to buy some
new ones while we're down here."

"Oh ok," I said. "But where will you guys sleep?"

"We'll kip on the couches for now," answered Alice.

"But, there's only room for two," I began.

"Don't worry about me," answered Jason. "I can sleep on the floor."

"Nonsense, you can stay at my house," I quickly offered. I wanted nothing
more than to become friends with this teen, and maybe...

"Really?" he said, his eyes lighting up. Despite what he said, I knew he
wasn't looking forward to having to sleep on the floor. The floor was tile,
after all. He looked at his mother for approval.

"Well," began Janice after a moment, "as long as you behave yourself at
Mr. Sandburg's, I don't see why not."

"Alright!" said Jason, flashing his boner-inducing smile again.

We had Chinese for dinner (I knew a great place nearby that delivered) and
before I knew it, Jason was packing an overnight bag.

"Thanks for everything," said Janice when both of her children were out of
earshot. "Jason's been kinda stressed since his father was deployed. It
must be hard for him, being the only boy in the house with two girls."

"I know what it's like," I told her. "I grew up with three sisters, and my
dad was gone for work most of the time. You get used to it." She smiled.

"Ready to go," said Jason, who walked in with a backpack slung over his
shoulder. He still hadn't changed out of his clothes, as I told him he
could shower at my place, and his scent was sightly stronger - the scent of
pure young hot male.

"Alright, let's roll then."

"Alice and I have work tomorrow. Yes, already," she said, seeing the look
on our faces. "We'll be out of the house by 9, but here's a key. Don't
overstay at Mr. Sandburg's."

"Not to worry," I assured her. "It's summer, I don't have to get up for
work or anything. We can sleep in." Jason looked delighted.





"Thanks for letting me stay over, Mr. Sandburg," said Jason as we walked
next door to my place, the sun setting behind us.

"Please, call me Brad," I said, leading the way. "At least until school
starts. And don't mention it. I wouldn't want to sleep on the floor
either."

As we walked in, we were greeted by Baxter and Lucy. They gave a few
sniffs, and were each patted on the head by Jason, before returning to
their large beds in the living room.

"This is a pretty nice place, Brad," said Jason, looking around.

"Thanks. You can put your stuff on the table for now. I have a guest
bedroom, but, to be honest, the sofa is more comfortable than the bed in
there."

Jason laughed. "Guess I'll be kipping on the couch then," he replied,
putting his bag down on the table. "Thanks again for all the help moving."

"Don't mention it. Make yourself at home," I answered. As I walked over to
my room to get sheets and pillows for him, I added, "The bathroom is down
the hall, second door on your right if you'd like to shower."

"Alright, cool," I heard him say. "I could use a good shower, I probably
stink."

Unsure what to say, I just laughed. I heard him go into the bathroom as I
entered my room. In my closet I found some extra sheets that I always kept
nice and clean, just in case. I also grabbed two extra pillows that I never
used, and headed back out to the living room. As I made up a little bed for
Jason on the couch, I heard the bathroom door open.

"Um Brad? Could I get a towel for my shower, please?"

I turned and barely stifled a gasp. Jason was standing in the hallway, the
bathroom door ajar, in nothing but a pair of navy blue boxers. His body was
absolutely stunning. Without his shirt, I was finally able to fully take in
his chest and stomach. With nice pecs and the outline of a six pack
starting to form, the boy was as sexy as they come. His torso had the same
golden tan as his face and legs did, though his thighs, down to right above
his knees, were more pale. He must of spent a lot of time at the beach
shirtless in California.

His prominent nipples, colored a rich dark brown, were surrounded by a few
hairs, and there was a little patch of fur on the center of his chest. The
rest of his upper body was smooth until just below his belly button, where
a thin love trail started and grew thicker as it disappeared into his
boxers. I couldn't help noticing the slight tent in his boxers either. From
the looks of it, he was well endowed, and part of me wanted to shuck his
underwear off right there and take his cock into my mouth.

Fortunately, I snapped back to my senses.

"Um, yeah Jason, hang on a sec."

I dashed to my room to fetch him a towel from my bathroom. I had completely
forgotten that I never store towels in the guest bathroom since I never
shower in there. I returned with a fluffy blue towel for Jason.

"Thanks Brad," he said with another grin, before turning back into the
bathroom and closing the door. As he turned, my eyes were filled with the
wonderful vision of his taut back and solid, perky ass.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to empty my aching balls of cum. I
hurried to my room, noting that I had to finish dumping my load before
Jason finished his shower. Locking the door, I quickly grabbed the bottle
of lube I kept inside my nightstand drawer, plopped down on my bed, shucked
my pants and boxers off, and grabbed my aching dick with my left hand.

My mushroom head was purple and swollen, and a drop of precum oozed from
the tip as I gave my cock a nice slow, steady stroke. All 7 inches were
rock hard and throbbing. I gave another slow stroke, my dickhead glistening
and slick. Finally I began a steady rhythm, each stroke evoking a wave of
pleasure in my groin and producing another drop of precum. With my free
right hand I lightly fondled my balls, tugging and tickling the heavy orbs,
creating a sensation that made me arch my back in bliss.

I quickened my pace, eager to build up the pleasure inside me. I thought of
Jason; of his sleek, hard chest, his smooth flat stomach, and his
presumably large cock. As I tugged at my balls harder, I imagined him on
top of me, his hard dick sliding into me, out bodies grinding against each
other, our lips pressed together in a passionate embrace. I jacked off my
cock harder, paying careful attention to the head; finally, the familiar
feeling of my jizz rising through my cock came, and I groaned as I shot
load after load of my hot, thick cum onto my face, chest, and stomach. By
the 5th shot, my cum was simply oozing into my blonde bush, making the
hairs stick to me. I was breathing deeply, having shot a bigger load than
usual.

I laid there in bed, thinking about Jason. I normally don't eat my cum, but
as I sat there, I took a glob that had landed on my cheek and sucked it off
my finger, enjoying the salty-sweet flavor. I imagined eating Jason's cum,
wondering how good it would taste.

Finally I heard the shower stop running, and knew Jason would be out in a
few minutes. I removed my cum-soaked shirt and put on a pair of basketball
shorts and a wife beater, my usual sleeping attire, before heading out to
the living room again.



Feel free to e-mail me comments, suggestions, and constructive criticism at
blacksneakers42@yahoo.com. This was my first story, and I plan on
continuing it, just not sure where I want to go. Tell me what you guys want
to happen, and I'll write it.