From: Mikey_Mark@hotmail.com (MikeyMark)
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Subject: My New Neighborhood - Part 1/13 (t/t mast/oral/anal)
Date: Mon, 24 Aug 1998 06:04:29 GMT
WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic
sex between consenting teenaged males. If you are offended by such
material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material
please do not read any further. All persons and events depicted in the
following story are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to those living
or dead is purely coincidental.
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"My New Neighborhood" - Part 1
by Mikey Mark
* * *
I was born and raised in the big city, on the edges of a busy working class
neighborhood. It was a pretty cool neighborhood with lots of little stores,
coffee shops, and around the clock buses. In the style of modern cities, it
was a rough and ready multi-ethnic enclave.
We lived in a nice little bungalo-style house with six feet of grass for a
front lawn. I had to share a bedroom with my brother who is four years
older. Needless to say, he was a petty tyrant and a sore-loser. My
sister, middle in age, was the spoilt one with her own bedroom. All three
kids and my parents shared the only bathroom and shower.
It was quite a shock when my dad gave us the "big news", just a couple of
days after my 15th birthday. My dad gathered the whole family in the living
room after dinner to announce that he had received a big promotion at work.
This wasn't really "news" to all of us, but dad had to be humored now and
again. My dad was a lawyer, and he had just made "partner". All his years
of slavery to the office and heavy law books had paid off. He was
ambitious and hardworking so it wasn't really a surprise. What was a
surprise though was the revelation that he and my mom had been secretly
shopping for a new house and had even already bought one!
We weren't moving far, but far enough that it meant a change of high schools
and most probably my friends too. My mother was all for it of course, not
being entirely innocent in my father's ambitions. My sister was indignant
at first, but immediately came around when she found out exactly where and
what we were moving into. My older brother, always sharp to sense an
advantage (the true son-of-a-lawyer!), immediately voiced his opposition.
He had a local part-time job and had worked hard to earn a place on several
school sports teams. I suspected that his opposition came from the
assumption that he would be "bribed" with a car to go with the driver's
licence that he already had. My parents knew how much he wanted a car as
that was the whole reason for his part-time job. Me? Nobody in the family
ever asked my opinion on anything.
Sure enough, my brother got "some help" from my parents to buy his dream car
- a 1968 Firebird - that needed some (lots) of work. My sister was promised
a whole new set of bedroom furniture and being the greedy little materialist
that she is, threw all of her many charms and talents towards the move (and
absolutely no labor). I was offered nothing more than a lot of boxes to
fill!
The new house was a lot larger than our old one and was located in a very
nice "upscale" old neighborhood in the west-end of the city. That part of
the city was well known as a place filled with stately front lawns, lots of
shady oak trees, and big old stone houses covered with ivy.
As it turned out, the house we were moving into wasn't quite as I first
imagined it, but it was much bigger than our old house and the lot was
positively huge in comparison. Each of us kids got our own bedroom, with my
sister even getting her own bathroom (she needed it!). There was a big
garage so my brother could work on his car there and the basement included a
wood-paneled rec-room with a built-in bar and a fieldstone fireplace.
Anyway, to make a long story short, we had four weeks to pack up our old
house and move into the new one on the 1st of July. We spent endless hours
cleaning up and packing up our stuff. It was amazing to see how much we
threw out. When the trucks came, I had a few moments of solemn farewell for
the old house and off we went.
Although I had several close friends where I grew up, I knew that our
avowals of continued friendship would slowly fade with the distance. I had
shared quite a few good times with some of my friends there (and even a
couple of jerkoff sessions), and although I knew I'd miss them, the prospect
of a whole new set of friends had actually begun to sound exciting. I
fantasized that my new neighborhood would be filled with lots of really cute
guys who were all running around looking for a new friend to jerkoff with!
This was another reason I liked the idea of moving into a new house. The
prospect of having my own bedroom was greatly appealing because that would
allow me greater freedom and privacy for jerking off. I was immediately
addicted to this activity upon my first discovery at the age of thirteen.
At the age of fifteen, I was up to a minimum twice a day habit. In the old
house, I had to sneak around and make elaborate plans to get five or ten
minutes alone to relieve my exploding hormones. I would do it down in the
root cellar, in the bathroom, out in the garage, in the stall of a public
washroom (school/mall/restaurant/etc). Occasionally, I even got the chance
to do it in my bedroom, but this was rare. My brother woke up at the
slightest noise and although I saw him erect many times in the morning, I
never saw any sign of him ever jerking off.
Once we got all of our furniture inside and all of our stuff put away, the
place still looked huge. The furniture my brother and I shared was now in
my bedroom and I had plenty of room to spare. It was strange to think about
all of the intense fighting my brother and I engaged in over a few square
feet of cramped space in our old battlefield of a bedroom!
On the third day after moving in, I met my first new neighborhood friend.
He lived right next door and his mother had been over to welcome our family
on the very first day. As would be expected, our mothers had already
established that we boys were both the same age and due to go to the same
high school in September. According to the unwritten rules of mothers and
neighborhoods, we were cast as friends.
His name was Jeff, and although he was quite a bit thinner than I, we were
both roughly the same height. He had brushcut blond hair, fair skin, and
hazel-brown eyes, although he wasn't quite as good looking as I might have
hoped for in a new neighbor. Nevertheless, he did have a lean wiry physique
and strong outgoing manner about him. I offered to show him around our
house, but he said that he already knew the place from before. Instead, we
went outside to shoot some baskets on his driveway.
Jeff and I got along okay, but I kept thinking about how much he must have
protested when his mother told him that she was taking him over to the new
neighbor's to be introduced. I tried hard to be friendly but he wasn't the
most talkative guy. However, it was the middle of the summer and with
nothing else to do, Jeff was obligated by his mother to be friends with me
and thus, he and I spent the next couple of days together. We rode our
bikes down the ravine and along the bike trails, often packing a lunch in
our knapsacks.
Over the next few days, Jeff and I became pretty good friends. It didn't
take long for us two fifteen year old boys to discover that we both shared
an intense interest in the subject sex! Jeff bragged that he had a
collection of Playboy magazines hidden in a secret place. I implored him to
let me see them and with a devilish grin he agreed.
We had to wait a couple of days before we got the opportunity when his
parents would be out of the house. When they finally left, Jeff and I were
in his bedroom in a flash, pouring through his collection of about six
dog-eared old Playboys. He knew every picture, every article and had
memorized every letter in those magazines. It was fantastic watching Jeff
bounce around with excitement while showing me the "best" pictures and
telling me to read certain hot letters or stories. After about five minutes
I had four of the magazines open on my lap and Jeff was still looking for
another "awesome" picture to show me. I confess that I wasn't nearly so
interested in the pictures as I was interested in Jeff showing them to me!
I knew what was going to happen next. I came from a working class
neighborhood where the Mediterranean boys, the sons of immigrants, hit
puberty at ten or eleven and where jerking off with your buddies was common.
Once you got to high school you were supposed to stop doing it with your
buddies and start doing it with girls. Most guys did. I didn't.
I was convinced that Jeff was certainly straight by the way he practically
drooled over his favorite pictures. After about ten minutes of us squirming
around trying to sit comfortably, all the while coping with erections
straining inside our shorts, Jeff came right out and asked me if I was into
"spanking the monkey".
I was totally dumbfounded my his question. I knew exactly what he was
talking about but I had never heard that expression before. My voice
cracked to betray my nervous excitement when I tried to casually say "sure,
why not?".
With that, Jeff put his hand on the zipper of his cutoffs and looked right
at me. "Are you ready?".
That time I only nodded, but I too reached down to my zipper and within a
minute, both of us had our shorts down to our ankles and were sitting on the
edge of his bed jerking madly on our raging boners. Jeff's dick was
circumcised and bright red, and although the head was rather large, his dick
was about average in size. To me it looked kind of like a mushroom. Mine
own dick is about average in length as well, although it was considerably
thicker than his. Unlike my own balls that rode high and tight up under my
dick, Jeff's nuts hung down loosely and bounced around while he jerked off.
He had no hair on his balls, but he did have a nice patch of light brown
pubes.
He looked really hot jerking himself off as he had no shirt on and his body
was all rigid and tense with his long slim legs stretched out wide. He used
one hand at the base of his prick and used the other hand to jerk really
fast and furiously just like I did. Once we started jerking off, neither of
us said a word. His dick leaked so much pre-cum that he was using it as
lube to jerk himself with. I loved the sound it made squishing inside his
pounding fist.
It didn't take too long for both of us to shoot our loads. Jeff came first,
but that was because I held mine back to wait for him. His orgasm just
seemed to erupt and squirt one good shot up in the air, but after that it
just seemed to ooze out in gobs. My own cock practically exploded and
splattered cum on the side of Jeff's desk. Even after I had shot my load
and we had stood up to clean up our mess, Jeff's dick had softened but still
was dripping and oozing and long strands of it would drip down from the head
of his mushroom shaped dick. It was kind of like the way some big dogs
drool. He sure made a mess as he walked around!
Afterwards, other than agreeing that it felt "fantastic", Jeff and I didn't
say anything about what we did. But we did do it again a couple more times
over the next two weeks, each time exactly the same. Jeff even brought the
magazines over to my house in his knapsack and we did it there. Once we
even took the magazines with us on one of our bike rides and jerked off
together in a cool and secluded wood that adjoined the bicycle path.
When we finally got around to talking about jerking off again, Jeff admitted
that he did it at least once a day, every day, and some days he would do it
two or three times. We bragged to each other that we could do it five or
ten times, easily, but we never put our claims to the test. Unfortunately,
he was also definitely straight. He sure liked to jerk off and for this he
didn't mind the company of a friend, but on the whole, he wanted girls and
considered jerking off to be "fucking-practice". Jeff liked to stand up
when he jerked off, thrusting his hips into his hands in imitation of a
fucking motion until great gobs of his gooey cum would leak out in long
drooling gobs and splatter all over the place. I loved watching Jeff jerk
himself. He really got into it and his whole body would tense up rigid just
before he came.
The second week after we moved in, our whole family had another good reason
to like our new house: central air-conditioning. A full-scale heat-wave hit
sending temperatures (and the humidity) up into the stratosphere and being
able to sleep at night in cool comfort was a pleasure we had not had in our
old house under similar conditions.
I love heat-waves. Its a perfect excuse for everybody to go around
half-naked in public. I wore only a pair of my lightest cotton shorts and a
pair of running shoes and went outside just after lunch. Jeff was just
getting his bike out of his garage.
"Where ya' going?", I asked.
"Over to my friend Kevin's house to go swimming, wanna come?"
"Sure, sounds good to me!". With that I ran back into the house to grab my
bathing suit. I was faced with a terrible dilemma of fashion choice between
my sleek pair of speedos that were not generally considered to be "in style"
but looked and felt sexy, or my brightly colored boxer-style trunks that I
(like so many) preferred to wear in public but wished none of the other guys
did!
Modesty and social inhibitions won out and I grabbed my fashionable trunks
and rolled them up in a towel and ran out of the house to grab my bike. It
was immediately excited by the opportunity of meeting some more friends and
going to one of Jeff's friend's houses to go swimming was perfect! I have
always thought that the next best thing to jerking off with your best
buddies is the opportunity to see any of your friends in their underwear,
bathing suit or best of all, naked.
Jeff didn't say much except that Kevin was a year younger than we were, "but
he's cool". His family was rich and they had a big house just around the
block. When we rode up to the place, Jeff rode up the driveway, around the
garage and stopped at a high wooden gate where he reached up to pull a small
ring on a chain. The gate swung back and Jeff rode his bike right in while
I followed cautiously, not knowing the lay of the yard.
We rode our bikes right up on to the patio behind the house. The backyard
was huge and looked fantastic. The pool was built-in with a diving board
and a slide. The place was totally private with a high wooden fence
completely surrounding the yard. Numerous large shrubs and trees screened
the view of neighboring houses. The patio had a roof held up on wooden
posts and was well furnished with an indoor/outdoor carpet, a dozen places
to sit and even a refrigerator and telephone. It looked like an outdoor
living room.
Kevin was sitting on a chaise lounge, talking on the phone and smoking a
cigarette when we got there. He had an open beer and an ashtray beside him.
He motioned to the fridge and offered a beer if we wanted one. Jeff looked
at me and I nodded vigorously so he went over to the fridge and tossed a can
at me. I barely caught it and it foamed up something bad when I opened it.
Kevin covered the mouthpiece of the phone and said "check it out, your beer
is blowing a load!". We all just laughed and the thought immediately hit me
that Kevin must jerk off or he wouldn't know what it looked like!
When Kevin finally got off the phone, Jeff introduced me as his "new
neighbor". We looked each other over. Kevin was a couple of inches shorter
than Jeff and I, but he had a really nice lean and compact body and an
amazingly dark copper tan. He had dark brown hair and equally dark brown
eyes. He also had just a hint of black hair beginning to grow on his upper
lip. More like a shadow than a mustache.
Much to my surprise, he was wearing a colorful speedo-style bathing suit.
Even more to my surprise, that skimpy little bathing suit bulged like you
wouldn't believe! His dick laid sideways, aimed towards his hip and held
in place firmly by the tight fabric. I hoped neither of them noticed my
starring!
When I turned around, I found Jeff had dropped his shorts and was bent over
trying to pull on his boxer style trunks. We were all perspiring because of
the heat, so I just did what Jeff did and changed into my bathing suit right
there on the patio. I took great care to see if Kevin was watching us
change, but I was disappointed by not catching him even glancing over.
Once we were all in our bathing suits, we jumped into the pool. The cool
water felt fantastic in the hundred degree heat. We splashed around quite a
bit and then began to take turns diving. Both Jeff and Kevin were rather
talented divers and they would do somersaults, backflips and jack-knifes
into the pool. It was great being able to stare at them while they stood on
the diving board, dripping wet, and announced their next dive.
Jeff's nylon boxer style trunks became rather "clingy" when they were wet
and that mushroom head of his dick would stick out although it wasn't hard.
Kevin looked simply awesome in his tight little speedo. His dick didn't
move around much (there wasn't much room!) but I noticed that he had to keep
pulling the waistband up as if the weight of his dick kept pulling it
downwards with every dive. When he climbed up the ladder to get out of the
pool, you could see the whiteness of his ass above and below his tan-line
just before he would pull up his suit in preparation for the next dive. I
just got hornier and hornier watching these two guys show off their bodies
and diving skills while I waited and hoped for the opportunity to be able to
show off my recently discovered cocksucking skills!
When we finally got out of the pool, we just sat around in the shade and
finished our beers. Kevin had plenty of cigarettes (lifted from his
mother's carton) and offered them around. It was my first cigarette and I
choked and coughed. I didn't like them. Kevin and Jeff just laughed at me
and smoked their cigarettes like pros.
After sitting there on the grass and talking for a while, Kevin got up and
said he had to take a "whiz". With that, he got up and stood about six feet
away from us and turning his back to us, let fly into a tall and bushy
hedge.
I tried to get a look at his dick, but the position I was sitting in
wouldn't allow it. Jeff must have seen me trying to peek because he called
out, "hey Kev, why don't you show Andy your dick?!".
I was immediately embarrassed at being caught out, but still curious enough
not to tell them to fuck off! As is was, Kevin wasn't shy and he turned
around just as he was shaking away the last few drops of piss. He kind of
shook it at me as if to say, "so what do you think of this?". I was
mesmerized. It was big, thick and beautiful. He had a small patch of
tightly curled black hair at the base and although his balls were also quite
large, they rode high up in a small pouch, right up underneath his dick.
I'd say that the circumcised head of his soft rubbery dick hung down a good
two inches below his balls. Even soft, his dick looked way bigger than
Jeff's was when he was fully hard!
The show didn't last long enough as Kevin soon stuffed his dick back into
his bathing suit with a proud and satisfied smirk on his face. Jeff asked
me if I ever saw one that big before and I had to admit that I hadn't.
Kevin was obviously proud of his size as he just drank in all the attention
from me and Jeff. The subject soon got back onto other "less sexual"
matters and my raging erection eventually settled down. Kevin and Jeff had
another cigarette (I passed) and then, feeling hot and sweaty again, Kevin
stood up and said he was going swimming. Just as Jeff and I stood up to
join him, Kevin announced that we should go skinny-dipping this time.
I just about lost it completely. If we went skinny-dipping, the sight of
Kevin's big fat dick flopping around would give me an instant erection and I
knew it. On the other hand though, I figured that if I got a boner, that
might give Kevin and Jeff boner's too!
Obviously, this wasn't the first time Kevin had made a suggestion like that
around his friends, because Jeff didn't seem the slightest bit surprised and
actually had his boxer trunks off before Kevin had the string undone on his
speedos. I couldn't believe that the situation was progressing so well and
I too wiped off my suit quickly and joined them naked in the pool.
Once in the pool, it was inevitable that they would be drawn to the diving
board again. Sure enough, Kevin got out of the pool, and just like before,
stood on the diving board and announced his dive. He took quite a while
standing there giving us a damn good view of his dick. I figured that he
kinda got off on the attention of showing off his dick. Jeff went next and
although he made a show of indifference to standing naked up on the diving
board with both of us watching, he was very quick about it.
Figuring that I wanted to strike a balance somewhere between their two
displays, I got out and walked up to the board. I delayed there a moment to
announce my dive and to allow them to look me over before diving in. After
doing this a couple of times, all three of our dicks gradually began to
rise, despite the cool water. Jeff had a full boner on his second dive in,
while I managed to hold off until the sight of Jeff standing on the diving
board brought mine to instant attention. Kevin's dick wasn't fully hard on
his next dive, but it had obviously grown some. Again, Kevin took his time
standing there as if deciding what dive to do and totally ignoring the fact
that he was stark naked and both Jeff and I were starring at his big half
hard dick bouncing around in front of him!
It was getting real interesting now. We were all excited by our nakedness
and I really wanted something to happen. I wanted to see Kevin's big fat
dick get fully hard and I really wanted to see him shoot his cum.
I got my wish soon enough when Jeff suggested that we jerkoff right there in
the pool. He said if you stick your dick right in front of the waterjet it
could make you cum. Kevin said we shouldn't do it in the pool and although
that hole might be small enough for Jeff, it wasn't big enough for him. We
all laughed at that as the hole where the water came out of was less than a
half inch in diameter. Kevin said that he'd rather do it on the grass in
the bright sunshine. I admitted that I had never done it outside in the
sunshine before so that settled it.
All three of us climbed out of the pool with raging erections, although I
noticed that Kevin's monster didn't seem to be quite rigid yet as it still
seemed to flop around a bit. We sat in a circle, facing each other in a
classic circle jerk formation. Kevin and Jeff started immediately, so I did
too. We didn't say another word until Jeff announced that he was going to
"blow his load". He did so, with the same practiced motion that I had seen
him do several times before, shooting his first squirt a foot or two in
front of him and then following that by oozing and drooling a seemingly
endless stream of white gooey liquid.
Kevin's monster seemed to take a while to go even though he used both hands
on it. Jeff, after recovering from his orgasm turned to tell me that it
takes Kevin quite a while to cum because it has to travel so far up his
dick! We all laughed at that and when I could hold my load no longer, I too
shot my load. My dick actually shoots pretty far and because we were in a
circle, my first shot managed to hit Kevin's foot. That gob of hot cum
landing on his foot seemed to send Kevin over the edge as he began to shoot
his own load immediately after me. Although he didn't shoot very much as
far as I could see, he sure liked to thrash around while he was doing it!
While Jeff went rigid when he ejaculated, Kevin would thrash around and
hyper-ventilate, his legs swinging back and forth in the grass. I myself
have a tendency to do "convulsions" timed with each squirt of my climax.
Once we had recovered our breath, we all jumped back into the pool.
Although Jeff and I both got boners again after that, we didn't jerk off
together anymore that afternoon. When Jeff and I finally left to go home
for dinner, my head was light from the beer and my dick was still rock hard.
I wanted to touch Kevin's dick and feel what its like to jerk off such a big
fat dick and I couldn't get that thought out of my mind. Needless to say,
my light cotton shorts didn't do much to conceal my erection for the bicycle
ride home. Jeff thought it was pretty funny and asked me if I had enjoyed
myself.
When I got home, I snuck into my bedroom all the while holding my rolled up
wet towel in front of me to hide my irrepressible erection. When I got to
my bedroom I managed to cum in less than a minute flat as I was so excited
and didn't try to delay it at all. I usually preferred to slow down and
hold it off a few times as that seemed to make my orgasm stronger, but I was
super horny and didn't have much time. I changed into a more concealing
pair of loose cut-off jean shorts and went down to dinner. That night lying
in the new found privacy of my bed, I jerked off again, very slowly, playing
out the day's events. I must have took about half an hour to cum that way,
and when I did, it was really intense. I swear my first squirt of cum shot
6 feet! I actually kept a box of kleenex stached under my bed for this very
purpose.
CONTINUED IN PART 2
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