Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2004 22:27:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: Danny <twinkchaser@excite.com>
Subject: Teaching my neighbor

This is a work of fiction.  None of these characters actually exist.  This
story contains consensual homosexual sex.  If that is not something you
would want to read about, and/or it is illegal where you live, then please
go read something else.

Teaching My Neighbor

I had noticed the man next door a few times on the way home from school.
He had moved in a month earlier, and pretty much kept to himself.  He was
pushing thirty or perhaps even pulling it, but physically, he was fit.  He
had light brown hair, cut short and brushed forward.  His nose was narrow
and he had a strong jaw line.  My mom had told me a week earlier, that she
talked to him once or twice, but he seemed reclusive.  From what little she
got, it was deduced that he worked out of an office in his house so he was
at home most of the time.

He liked to work in his yard; and I would often watch him rake and tend to
his landscaping.  I asked Mrs. Quatlebaum across the street, about him.
She usually can tell you everything down to the shoe size about anyone in
the neighborhood.  I didn't get any information from her either.  I found
my curiosity growing around this secretive man.  His quiet and shy demeanor
was drawing me to him.  I wouldn't say I became obsessed, but I was
certainly interested.

"Hello," I said as I leaned against the painted wooden gate to his yard. He
looked up at me with a surprised smile and quit raking. His eyes ran over
me and returned to the ground.  I am just eighteen, and a little too thin.
I try to eat, but it just doesn't stick.  I have short hair, and in my
opinion, a rather plain face.  My best friend tells me I am cute, and my
mom calls me a catch.  I just think I am your run of the mill twink.

"Hello," he returned.  He tried to act casual, but failed miserably.  His
eyes made several passes over my chest.  I had purposefully worn a tight
ringer t-shirt and tight jeans to gauge his response.  I was confident he
had answered my silent question.  His telephone rang, making him jump.  He
excused himself and trotted toward the house.  I watched his ass move in
his jeans, and knew I wanted to feel those buns.

"See you later," I called after him.  He waved quickly over his shoulder as
he slipped through the door.

The following evening, I was sitting in my room finishing a Christopher
Rice novel.  I hadn't been to the library recently, so I didn't have
anything to read except a few comic books and the manual from my knew
printer.  With a few unoccupied moments, my mind moved to the man next
door.  I walked to my window and looked over at the neighbor's house.
There was a light on in a room directly across from mine.  I watched as a
shadow moved across the wall.  My neighbor's shadow.  I shifted to the edge
of the window and tried to hide behind the curtain.  His window was
uncovered, and I could see his bedroom.  I looked with wonder at the
beautiful wallpaper and furniture.  It was all very tasteful, and looked
expensive.

Suddenly he appeared, and I jumped back.  My gold fish in it's bowl sloshed
back and forth, almost falling from my desk.  I caught it, apologized to
Romeo my black moor, and returned my gaze to the window.  I edged further
behind the curtain so he couldn't see me.  He was talking on the phone, and
not paying attention to what was outside.  I could see him so plainly.  His
tie was loose and his shirt tail was hanging out.  He turned away and
walked back into the room, but I could still see his shadow.

He appeared at the window again, now without the phone.  He pulled his tie
over his head, and tossed it to his right.  I kneeled next to the window
watching him unbutton his shirt.  I got nervous and looked over my shoulder
at my bedroom door.  Mom never came in without knocking, but I was sure it
was unlocked.  I returned my gaze to the unexpected strip show.  He stood
there, looking out into the darkness; his bare chest glowing in the
moonlight.  He was well toned.  He wasn't buff like a weight lifter, but he
was slim, and got plenty of exercise in the garden.  I felt my cock stir at
the sight of him, and I lost my head.  Before I knew what I was doing, I
stood up and turned my back to the window.  I slowly pulled off my shirt
and let it drop to the floor. I could feel him watching or at least I hoped
he was.

I turned slowly until we were facing each other.  He looked away when we
made eye contact, but didn't move from the window.  I held my gaze until he
looked back, so that he would know it was okay.  He did look back and we
made eye contact again.  I put my finger to my lips and smiled slyly.  I
trailed the finger over my chin, through the ridge between my flat pecs,
and down my abs.  I slowly unbuttoned my pants and slipped my hand into my
underwear.  My new friend stepped closer to the window and put one hand
against the glass.  His lips parted and his eyes widened.  I knew I had
him.  He was mine, and all I had to do was claim him.  I turned my back to
him and looked over my shoulder, attempting to look coy.  I pushed my jeans
down, slowly bending at the waist.  I stepped out of my pants, held them at
arms length, and made a show of dropping them to the floor.

I could see his pants bulging. He slid a hand over his crotch and gripped
his cock.  I looked again at my door.  It was past eleven, and I figured
Mom was probably in bed.  I looked back through the window to find my
neighbor had unbuttoned his pants and was rubbing his chest.  It amused me
to see his shyness melt away.  I smiled at him as I pointed my finger at my
chest and then at him.  He stopped rubbing and looked around.  He pointed
at the floor with a questioning look.  I nodded and opened my window.  He
opened his window and looked out into the night.  I checked to see if the
coast was clear and ran across the lawn.  My bare feet fell softly on the
grass.  I nearly slipped once as I darted the short distance between our
houses.  It was warm but I was a still chilly in just my underwear.  I
climbed through the window and closed the roman blinds.  He stood before
me, not sure of what was happening.  I walked closer and laid my hand on
his chest.  He looked deep into my eyes and I leaned in and kissed him
softly on the lips.  He was shaking slightly and his breathing was fast. He
touched my back but then stopped and stepped away.  He looked down at the
floor and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He glanced around the room
and back to me. He was very nervous, but I didn't know why.

"Can I get you anything," he asked.  The question seemed out of place.

"There is only one thing I want," I said as I ran the back of my hand over
his crotch. He jumped and laughed nervously.  He put his hand over his
crotch, and stepped back again.

"What do you want to do," he stammered.

"Haven't you done this before?" My question was harsh and his response
surprised me.  He turned around and walked over to the bed, rested one hand
on a post and looked down at the floor.  I suddenly realized that he
hadn't.  I walked over and put my hand on his back.  "It's okay. Let's
talk."  He turned around and smiled and I held his arm.  Together we sat
and got comfortable on the edge of the bed. "My name is Trey, what's
yours?"

"Jerry," he said. He smiled and crossed his arms, looking embarrassed.

"So, what is this all about?"  I think he was surprised by the bluntness of
my question.  I figured that by now he would see I am a blunt person, and I
couldn't think of an easier way.

"I don't know.  I knew I wasn't happy.  I never married; hell, I hardly
dated.  I knew I had feelings, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to pursue
them.  I moved away from my friends and family, and decided to keep to
myself until I figured it out."

"Sometimes you learn about yourself through other people." He smiled and
looked into my eyes.

"I'm starting to see that. When I saw you, I was so taken with your, your
smile, and, well, you are beautiful.  I started to understand my
feelings. How can you be so young and so wise?"  I blushed and looked down
at my hands that rested on my naked lap.

"Let's just say, I have lived a lot in a short period of time. I realized I
was gay when I was little. I came out to my mom when I was fourteen. She's
okay with it now, but she thought it was just a phase." I stared into space
as I opened up to him.

"How do I know this isn't just a phase I'm going through?"

"I only know one way to find out."  I leaned over and kissed him softly,
opening my mouth just a little and pressing my tongue between his lips.  He
ran a hand up my neck and through my short hair.  I leaned forward until he
was on his back.  We kissed hungrily and explored each others bodies with
our hands.  I nuzzled his neck, licking the salt from his skin.  He ran his
hands through my hair and rubbed my neck.  I could now feel his cock begin
to grow against my leg.  I pushed away from him and sat on the bed.

"You aren't ready.  I bet you don't even have any lube.  I'll be back
tomorrow night.  I'll tell my mom that I am staying at my friend Jennie's
house.  I'll bring some condoms and we'll make an evening of it."  At first
he looked disappointed at my interruption.  He realized I was right and
just nodded.  I kissed him once more then climbed over the sill.  I darted
again across the yard and dove through the window to my room.  We waved to
each other then closed our windows.  I turned out the light, grabbed a few
tissues and collapsed into bed.  I rubbed my dick as I thought of Jerry.
He was so gentle, the way he touched me, and his soft kisses.  What kind of
name is Jerry?  I finished quickly, gasping and bucking in my bed.  I
cleaned up and drifted off to sleep.

The next day moved by slowly. I was ready to go to Jennies at eight. I
carried my bag from my room and tossed it next to the front door.  Mom sat
in the living room watching one of those decorating shows.  I grabbed her
shoulders from behind and kissed her on the cheek.

"Now, have a good time," she said.  Mom went back to her show without
another word.  After years of her telling me to be safe and other typical
mom things, and me complaining, she had lightened up on it.  I was going to
start college this fall, and I figured I was a responsible adult.  I soon
found I missed those small phrases, that showed how much she loved me.

I checked myself in the mirror, grabbed my bag and jogged out the door.  I
had stocked my bag with the basics and a few special items for Jerry.  I
had to go to Jennie's first and wait for her parents to go to sleep.
Friends have asked me why someone my age, who is out of the closet, goes to
all this trouble.  I tell them how my mom is already worried about me being
beat up and getting diseases.  She doesn't need to worry where I am at
night.  Jennie was waiting for me on her front porch.  She jumped up and
kissed me when I got to the steps.

"Mom and Dad should be asleep by ten.  Now come in and tell me about this
old guy your seeing."  Jennie was a beautiful girl.  If things had been
different, I would have fallen in love with her.  She had long brown hair
that hung in a perfect frame around her cute face.  Her pixie nose was
joined by beautiful green eyes that sparkled when she smiled.  Jennie's
parents didn't know what to think the first time she asked if I could stay
the night.  We had been best friends for years and had grown inseparable.
She was the first person I told I was gay, and she was there when I told my
mom.  They thought it might be some elaborate trick until we all watched My
Fair Lady together.  I knew every word, and have been one of the girls ever
since.  I have even shopped with her mom, to help her pick out clothes.
Jennie was happy in jeans and a sweat shirt.  I worried about her
sometimes.

"He is not that old," I said as we ran to her room.  We sat on the floor
and started eating oreos and thumbing through magazines. We plan our
subscriptions so that we don't receive the same book and then trade when we
have read them.  I love her Teen People and she loves my Genre.

"I have seen the guy.  He is at least thirty.  You are eighteen.  That is a
big difference."  Jennie painted her toenails sparkly blue in between bites
from cookies and turning the pages of Interview.  She even had time to
question my choice in men.  She was an experienced multi-tasker.

"I have been with older guys.  It is no big deal.  The thing that bothers
me is that he lives right next door to my house."  I took a bite of my
cookie and looked at the clock.

"Ready to ditch me, huh?  Mom and Dad might be asleep."  She slowly stood
up and walked carefully, as not to smudge her nails, to the door and looked
down the hall.  Their light was off and the house was quiet.  "Go for it,
twink."  I grabbed my bag and crawled out of her window.  I stopped long
enough to kiss Jennie on the cheek.  "Be back before dawn," she called
after me.  I waved over my shoulder and hurried down the street.  I figured
I would be back much sooner.

I avoided street lamps and luckily there were not many dogs between
Jennie's house and mine. I decided to cut through a neighbor's back yard
and around the back of my house.  I snuck along side of his house and
tapped on his bedroom window.  He pushed up the sash and helped me through.
He closed the window quickly and shut the blinds.

I looked around at the mood he had set.  There were candles burning in
various holders on every surface he could find.  Soft music played low on
the stereo.  He even had a bottle of champagne chilling in a silver bucket
near the bed.  I moved close to him and kissed him tenderly. He embraced me
this time and kissed me back. His apprehension was gone, and he was ready.
We separated and smiled lasciviously at each other.

"I guess you aren't as nervous this time." I glanced at the bed that had
already been turned down.  I was surprised there were no rose petals.

"Oh, yeah, I am. I have just been psyching myself up for this all day. I
got nothing done other than this room."

"I hope I don't disappoint you."  I picked my bag up from next to the
window and tossed it beside the bed. "Have you ever been rimmed?"  He
blushed at my blunt question.  I was never subtle, but I thought that was
part of my charm.

"Yes, actually," he replied. "I had a girlfriend who was into that stuff."

"Really," I asked a little surprised.  "Did she ever finger you?"

"A few times," he smiled, and looked at the floor.

"Have you ever done anything with a man?"

"Well, once in college ... so many stories start that way."  He sat on the
bed and crossed his arms as I opened the champagne.  The cork popped and I
thought he was going to hit the floor.  I poured him a glass, and he
settled back into his story.  "I had to kiss a guy for a fraternity thing.
I was so drunk that I can hardly remember it.  It was related to me the
next morning in great detail.  I got aroused as my frat brothers told me
about it.  You would think more would have happened to me in a frat house."
Between the champagne and the conversation, I could see he was starting to
loosen up.

I took his glass and pulled him to his feet.  I started to unbutton his
shirt as he continued on about past girlfriends, and fraternity pranks.  He
leaned in and started kissing my neck.  It wasn't long before we were nude.
I backed toward the bed hoping he would join me.  I climbed onto the
mattress and patted the spot to my right.  He crawled across the distance
and kissed me again.  If nothing else, he liked to kiss, and he was good at
it.

He laid next to me stroking my side and squeezing my butt. I rolled closer
to him and pressed our chests together. I could tell he was getting hot. I
pushed him on his back and hovered above him, kissing and licking my way
from his neck to his chest . I bit one hard nipple as I pinched the other.
I continued on, licking my way down his abs to his package.

He was semierect and already impressive. I ran my tongue up his cock, from
the root to the uncut tip. I grasped it near the base and took him into my
mouth. I worked on his dick for several minutes, slurping and sucking him
into a frenzy. I stopped short of his orgasm and moved down to his balls.
He arched his back and moaned as I sucked one into my mouth and then the
other.  He moaned so loud, I thought that maybe I had made a mistake and
that I might take him over the edge.

I lifted my head and ran my fingers through his dark curly hair.  I spread
his legs and maneuvered my tongue to his hole.  He gasped as I flicked my
tongue over his opening.  I licked a finger and pressed it into him.  He
tensed his ass, then forced himself to relax.  I moved my finger in and out
a few times as I licked his balls.

I reached down beside the bed and found my bag on the floor.  I unzipped
the top and put it next to us on the bed.  I rummaged around until I found
a probe.  I licked the end of it and replaced my finger with its round tip.
I pushed it deep into him and pressed it against his prostate.  I rubbed
the ball shaped end against his prostate and his cock got even harder.  He
moaned and squirmed and arched his back.  I withdrew the probe and found a
condom.  I enjoyed playing with his joy button, but I was getting very
hard.  I knelt in front of him and rolled a condom over my dick.  I found
the lube, inserted the tip into his ass and squeezed.  He squirmed a little
from the cold.

"Ready," I asked.  He opened his eyes and stared at me for a moment.  I
thought he might change his mind.  He grinned slightly and nodded.  I
guided my dick to his hole and slowly pressed the sheathed head against his
pucker and tried to enter him.  The head slipped in and he ground his hips
pushing away from me.  I stopped and let him get used to the feeling.  His
eyes were closed and his jaw was set.  I knew it hurt, but he was taking it
well.

When we were both ready, I pressed into him again.  I moved slowly trying
to be as gentle as possible.  It had been a long time since I was a virgin,
but you always remembered that first time.  I wanted it to be a pleasant
memory.  I also wanted to have him again.  When I thought it was safe I
pulled out and pushed back in.

I kept a slow rhythm and watched him closely.  When he started to thrust
his hips to meet me, I quickened my pace.  I leaned over and kissed his
lightly haired chest.  He began to moan, and I knew he had left the pain
behind, and was feeling the pleasure.  I looked up and caught his gaze.  We
stared into each others eyes as I moved above him.  I was ready to cum, and
started to thrust faster.  I grunted and gasped as I climaxed and pressed
my body against his.  My abs convulsed and I held him until I regained
control.  My cock slipped out of him, and I unromantically pulled my condom
off and tossed it in a nearby waste basket.

I slithered up his body and kissed him deeply.  "Are you ready to pitch," I
asked.  He looked at me with question.  "Fuck me. Are you ready to fuck
me?"  He smiled at me and tried not to laugh.

"Yeah, I think I am."  I reached down and grabbed his cock and stroked it
gently.  I found another condom in my bag and held it up like a holy relic.
I tore it out of the package and put it against my mouth.  I ran it down
his dick with my lips and tongue.  "You are rather talented."

"I saw it on HBO."  He sat up and kissed me as he gently laid me down on
the bed.

"Roll over," he whispered in my ear. His hot breath tickled the hair on my
neck. I eagerly obliged. He climbed over me and positioned himself with his
hands holding him up and his cock resting on the crack of my ass.

"The lube," I said. He stopped and reached for the bag.  He found the
bottle and applied it clumsily to his cock and into my hole.  He tossed it
on the bed and steadied himself above me.  I felt his cock spread my cheeks
and find my hole.  I bit my lip as he pushed a little too hard.  "Slower."

"Sorry."  He slowly pressed into me again. Soon he had it in all the
way. He pulled it out and picked up a slow, shallow stroke.  It wasn't bad
after a while.  He would get better with time and I wasn't expecting much.
His breathing quickened and so did his thrusts.  I knew he was going to cum
soon.  I figured he hadn't had sex in a while, by the way he had talked.  I
have never minded when a guy was quick.  I like a cock up my ass as much as
the next boy, but there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.  That
goes for big cocks, too.

"I'm going to come," he gasped.  He drove in deep and pressed his face
against my back.  He jerked a few times and exhaled sharply.  I savored the
feeling of our skin, hot and sweaty, pressed together.  He rolled off of me
and laid on his back.  I lifted up on one elbow and watched him breath.  It
was certainly not the best sex I had ever had, but this guy was new to the
game.  I wanted to teach him how to play.

"That was amazing. I have never experienced anything like that." I sat up
in bed and grabbed my bag.  I slid off of the bed and gathered my clothes.
"Where are you going," Jerry asked as he scrambled to get off the bed.  He
discarded his condom and grabbed me by the arm.

"I have to go." I said as tenderly as possible.  I kissed him gently and
pulled up my pants.  He sat down on the bed and watched me dress.

"Will I see you again," he asked, defeated.

"I live next door; what do you think?  I am also a horny little bastard.
I'll be over for a regular fuck if you want me."  He smiled as he pulled on
a silk robe.  "In the meantime, I have you a few places to visit."  I took
some cards from my pocket and handed them to him.  "These are local clubs
and organizations."  He looked at the different cards, then put them on his
bedside table.

"Will ... will you go with me one night."  He spoke like a nervous child
dreading a dentist appointment.  Hopefully it wouldn't be that traumatic.

"Sure, why not. We'll have to go to one of the clubs or festivals though.
I can't get into the bars."  I opened the window and scurried over the
sill.  He handed me the bag and kissed me one more time.  He looked sad,
but I wasn't sure why.  I was afraid that maybe it wasn't what he was
looking for.  "I'll see you soon.  That is, if you want."  I turned and
trotted across the yard and behind the house.  I made it to the street
without disturbing any dogs.  I walked slowly toward Jennie's.  I was still
reveling in that after-sex high.  I could still feel him in me.  That
feeling that has always intrigued me.  I wondered if he could still feel
me.  It didn't matter, because he'd be feeling me again, soon enough.


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