From: Mikey_Mark@hotmail.com (Mikey Mark)
Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com
Subject: My New Neighborhood - Part 8 (t/t)
Date: Sun, 13 Sep 1998 06:26:23 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 ficticious.  Any resemblance to those living or dead is
purely coincidental and a product of the author's over-active imagination.


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   "My New Neighborhood" - Part 8

    by Mikey Mark

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After my hot weekend at Matt's cottage with Ryan and Kevin, I couldn't
believe how good things were going.  Ever since my family moved into a new
house in the west end of the city, my life just seemed to be getting better
and better.

When my parents first mentioned it, I swear that I hated the very idea of
moving away from my old familiar friends and the neighborhood of my
childhood.  However, since we had moved in the middle of the summer, I'd met
and jerked off with SIX different cool young guys.  It was incredible!

First there was my next door neighbor.  Jeff and I were the same height,
although he was a bit lighter built than I was.  He was fair haired with
hazel eyes and we jerked off a couple of times after looking through "porno"
magazines together.  He was the same age as me and we were in the tenth
grade at school together.

Jeff introduced me to Kevin and he and I became real good buddies.  Kevin
was a bit shorter than Jeff and I, but he had a real nice compact body and a
great tan.  He had dark brown hair and eyes to match.  He also had one of
the biggest dicks I have ever seen in my life.  He was one year younger than
Jeff and I and was therefore just starting high school.  Kevin's parents
were rich and they had a huge house and a backyard swimming pool.  Kevin was
one seriously horny young dude and I really liked him.  Our sexual relations
had progressed from skinny-dipping and mutual jerkoff sessions to sucking
and then to a high point just before school started when Kevin actually let
me fuck him up the ass.  I'm not sure if it was his first time doing it, but
I do know that it was mine!

Through Kevin, I met the other four young guys that I mentioned.  First
there was Ian, who's way too cool for words to describe, and one of the
hottest looking young dudes at school.   He has curly golden blond hair,
blue eyes and a bronze tan to die for.  He also has an absolutely beautiful
body with well defined ripples and bulges in all the right places.  He
wasn't a body-builder at all, just a wonderful piece of nature in perfect
proportions.   Needless to say, he wasn't too bright either, but hey, you
can't have everything!  Unfortunately, the girls went for him in astounding
numbers and he would regularly fall victim to their attentions.

I also met a young neighbor of Kevin's named Tim.  Tim's a just a kid
actually, a year or so younger than Kevin.  He had barely just begun puberty
and thus was still quite short and boyish looking.  Despite this, he was
also quite the little cocksucker as Kevin demonstrated to me.  He wasn't in
high school yet so I didn't get the opportunity to see much of him at all
after that one afternoon in Kevin's backyard.

The last two guys that I met, Ryan and Matt, were two young guys in Kevin's
grade at school.  Ryan had jet black hair, blue eyes, and a body that was
almost as smooth and tanned as Ian's and pretty much the same height as
well.  Matt on the other hand was kind of tall and skinny, shy, fair haired,
pale skinned and had a mouthful of metal.  Although most people wouldn't
think so, I thought he was rather cute and sexy in a strange and
inexplicable way.  He also had a boner that was as long and as thin as he
was I found that I was really starting to develop a thing for guys with big
dicks.

Ryan, me and Kevin went up to Matt's cottage the first week after school
started and had two nights of wild sexual adventure, which began on Friday
night with a jerkoff contest (that Ryan won) and climaxed on Saturday night
when Kevin sucked off Ryan after jerking off both Matt and me.   As I said,
life had been good to me lately and I could only imagine what could possibly
happen next!

Kevin and I managed to get together secretly at least one, usually twice a
week for sex.  Mostly it was at his house as his parents and older sister
went out a lot and left him home by himself.  Always desperate for more of
our time together, the two of us searched for places and excuses to be
alone.  We did it in the woods down by the ravine at night, as well as in
the stairwell behind the church.  We would even do it in his bedroom or down
in his rec-room while his parents were home with one of us standing up with
his back against the door while we did it and the music was blaring.

It scared me doing "it" in the woods or behind the church.  I couldn't
refuse, but at the same time, I really didn't want to do it.  I guess I was
just chicken and afraid of the embarrassment of getting caught.  Kevin
seemed to get off on it and thankfully the excitement level was usually so
high for him that he would cum very quickly whenever we did it and as long
as I jerked him off first, I would be ready for a quick one myself.  It was
a strange sort of excitement, and I'm glad I tried it a few times, but I
really didn't want to do it anymore.  I figured that it would be just a
matter of time before we got caught doing it there and that would be too
embarrassing of a situation to have to deal with.  I was comfortable in my
closet (and there was room in there for Kevin too!) and I wanted (us) to
stay there in peace.

Anyway, to get back to my story, in the second week of school, the notices
went up calling for "tryouts" for various sport teams.  I figured that going
out for a team would be a great way to meet new friends at my new school.  I
wasn't quite cut out for football, but I did like baseball and volleyball.
Swimming was definitely a turn-on, but the one that got my interest the most
was the wrestling team.

I told Kevin and Jeff about my interest, but neither showed any interest at
all.  Jeff loved football and only football, but unfortunately didn't have
the body for it and therefore fell into the role of third-string assistant
(volunteer) coach and chief waterboy.  Kevin, despite his earlier "bravado"
in showing around his family jewels, excused himself on the grounds of
modesty and the nature of the uniforms in question.  He said that he might
go for the junior volleyball team, but he wasn't going to bother with the
rest as he was just a freshman, and a "short" one at that, and not likely to
make any of the teams anyway.

He was right though.  My suggestion to Kevin that he join me for swim team
and/or the wrestling team was almost entirely motivated by my desire to see
him wear the appropriate attire for each sport.  I loved those racing style
"speedo" bathing suits and body hugging wrestling singlets.  Neither of
these "uniforms" left anything up to the imagination and this fueled my
imagination even further!

I managed to screw up enough courage to go alone to both the first swimming
and wrestling tryouts.  The school was fairly large and fully equipped with
an indoor pool and gymnasium complex.  I didn't bother to go back for the
second day at swimming tryouts as I found that I didn't stand a chance of
making the small but powerful school swim team.  I didn't expect to make it
at all, but it was a pleasant visual experience!   The wrestling tryouts
were another matter.  The coach said he would keep ten or twelve guys on the
team and only twenty showed up.  I figured that I would make the half-way
mark at least, as many of the school's best wrestlers had just graduated and
moved on to college and there were quite a few skinny little freshmen making
up the twenty.

There were six members on the school team from last year, guys who were just
out "warming up" for the season.  The rest of us were "hopefuls".  Looking
around at the others, I was pleased with my choice of sport.  I'd say one
quarter looked pretty good for jerking off with, although I desperately kept
this out of my mind as I definitely did not want to get an erection.  I
wasn't wearing a proper wrestling outfit as I didn't have one, and instead,
wore regular athletic shorts and a t-shirt.  All the guys from last year's
team wore theirs though.  I figured that I might look pretty good in one and
I really wanted to make the team.  The very thought of wrestling in those
outfits with some of those guys was making my head spin!

Sure enough, right after leading stretching exercises the coach had us
matched up and wrestling on mats laid out on the floor while he walked
around and watched.  After a while he would blow his whistle and switch the
match-ups.  After an hour or so of this I was beginning to get seriously
exhausted and but I was loving every minute.  I had wrestled with about half
of the guys there and had done fairly well with the sole exception of one
match with a well built senior from last years team who managed to pin me
down a dozen times and seemed to take extraordinary pleasure in doing it.

>From the beginning I knew who my match would be.  The one guy from last
years team who was virtually the same height and weight as I.  He was my
direct competition as we were divided by weight category for places on the
team.  I figured I had a good chance because the group trying out was
overloaded at both ends of the weight categories and light in the middle
where I was.  There were quite a few larger and heavier guys, mostly seniors
who would fill out the spots at the top of the list and about eight or nine
short guys fighting for spots in the lowest weight groups.

Sure enough, after three, one-hour sessions, the coach put up a list on the
bulletin board and announced that anybody whose name is on the list but
wasn't on last year's team, could pick up their uniform at the Phys.Ed.
office the next day.  Anybody whose name was not on the list was thanked for
coming out and invited to try again for next year's team.  Locating my name
on the list made me very happy and I was proud of myself when I stepped back
from the board.  I could not also help but to notice that the name "Alex
Meuller" was also written there, above my own, sixth on the list of eleven.

I knew his name because he introduced himself the very first time that we
wrestled.  He was also (in my humble opinion) the cutest and sexiest guy on
the team.  There was one other freshman who didn't make the team that I was
ready to drool over, but once the team was cut to eleven, Alex was by far
the best of the bunch.  He had "snow-white" blond hair and a light honey
golden tan.  He also had bright blue eyes and a very slight cleft in his
chin.  His eyebrows were as fair as the hair on his head and my eyes
practically fell out of my head when I saw him in the showers with his
beautiful blond pubic hair.

After the coach posted the list, most of the guys who didn't make it changed
hurriedly and left.  Those of us that did make it took our time getting
changed and relished our status.  I found the seniors on the team who hadn't
even bothered to introduce themselves before hand, now were my "buddies".
Best of all, Alex, who was a year older than me and thus had a drivers
licence and a car, offered to give me a lift home afterwards.

When we got to my house, I invited him in and we went down to the basement
rec-room armed with a tray full of munchies curtesy of my hostess mother.
Since the only thing that we had in common was our status on the school
wrestling team, soon enough, that is what we were talking about.  Talking
about it led to demonstrations, and sure enough, the two of us were rolling
around and grappling on the floor of the rec-room.  If my parents came
downstairs and seen us they would have had a fit.

Anyway, I was too wrapped up in the excitement of wrestling with Alex away
from the coach's prying eyes to be my usual cautious self.  Alex also seemed
to get into our match, using more energy and emotion than was common in the
gym.  Our friendly team rivalry became a contest between us.  We were both
fully dressed as if for school, so it was very different than our earlier
matches in the gym with our bodies exposed and limbs free for movement.
Fully clothed, there was a lot of scrapping and stretching of fabrics as we
continued to wrestle all over the place without the benefit of a whistle to
blow "time-out".

We were breathing heavily with our exertions, our chests heaving with every
in-rush of air.  But still we went on.  We were matched physically very
well, with my slight strength advantage nullified by his edge in experience
and skill.  As we got more exhausted, I noticed that the both of us seemed
to get more excited.  I could sense that now familiar feeling in the air
that indicated to me that something "sexual" was going to happen.

Sure enough, freed of watching eyes, our wrestling match began to get more
"physical".  Alex managed to rub his crotch in my face a few times and I
tried to do the same to him.  With this kind of behavior, it didn't take me
long to get an erection.   I was wearing boxers and loose jeans so my
erection was obvious.  Alex saw the bulge in my pants, but didn't say a word
about it and just continued wrestling.  The next time Alex pressed his
crotch up near my face, I could tell that his own dick was as hard as a
rock.

The next thing you know, Alex is sitting on top of me and has me pinned
faced down on the carpet.  Under the cover of trying to get me rolled over
for a "pin", he's practically humping me.  Both of us were still wearing our
jeans, but our erections were obvious.  After about a full minute of his
"humping" my ass, Alex stood up and started muttering something about the
time.  It was a really tense moment.  By the sight of the wet spot in his
jeans, I think Alex got carried away with himself and got cold feet all of a
sudden with the hard reality of "post-orgasm" awareness.   In an effort to
inject some humor into the air, I asked him if he was "giving up".  This
brought a smile from him, and a denial.  He pointed to his watch, and the
clock and said he really had to be going.

My own dick was straining at the fabric of my jeans and I shifted it around
a bit to make it less obvious as I followed "my guest" out the door and
thanked him for the ride home.  Once Alex was gone, I carefully avoided my
mother's gaze and slipped into the bathroom to jerkoff right there and then!

Later that night, I was still so wrapped up and horny because of my
afterschool adventure that I had to jerkoff again before I could go to bed.
I was tormented with lust for Alex but I also felt guilty about being
"untrue" to my buddy Kevin.  I consoled myself with the thought that Alex
and I didn't actually "do" anything other than wrestle and that was
perfectly explainable as we were on the school wrestling team together.

As it turned out, I didn't have to worry about "explaining" or "admitting"
anything about Alex to Kevin as our little adventure just stopped right
there.  I guess Alex kind of scared himself with his own excitement during
our wrestling match at my house.  In that typical way that "straight" boys
have, he blamed me for it and our friendship was polite, but cool after
that.

In my guilt, I was motivated ever more to please Kevin.  Within a week of my
wrestling match with Alex, I found myself on my knees in front of Kevin and
trying to give him the best blowjob of his life.  I still hadn't managed to
get all of his dick into my mouth, but I was certainly getting close!  Since
we were alone and had a bit of time, I knew what would happen next.

Sure enough, just when I figured that Kevin was getting close, he pulled my
head back off of his dick and told me that I had to stop.  He then turned
around and bent over with his ass in my face.  It was a sight I could not
resist, and knowing how much Kevin liked it, I darted at his hole with my
tongue.  That is exactly what he liked me to do: start slow and work my way
in deeper and harder.  Then do it again with my finger, then with my dick.
The whole process didn't take much more than about fifteen or twenty minutes
from start to finish (or pants down to pants up).  We had a different
routine for when we only had five or ten minutes.  Then it was just a mutual
jerkoff session.

That was how September and October passed.  When I wasn't with Kevin, I was
thinking about Kevin.  Occasionally I would think about Ian or Alex or some
other really good looking guy at school, but it was Kevin to whom I went
when I got horny because of it!

The big news came in November when Kevin told me that his parents were going
away for two weeks at the end of the month.  We both knew that his sister
had a boyfriend who had his own place as well as a job and school and
therefore she wasn't ever there anyway so Kevin would practically have the
place to himself.

Our hormone-charged teenaged minds reeled at the possibilities that such an
opportunity offered.  We started to make plans immediately and debated
whether or not to have a party.  I argued against it, only because Kevin was
tempted and I knew that he would get in serious trouble if he did.  I
suggested that it might be kind of fun to have a small party of just "us
guys".  Kevin just grinned and we got carried away suggesting wild fantasy
plans involving of our friends getting into an orgy of fucking and sucking
with us.

Eventually, we settled on a more realistic and selfish plan.  First of all,
Kevin and I wanted the opportunity to make out and be able to sleep together
in the same bed all night long.  After this, Kevin suggested that it might
be fun to be able to try some new things.  I wondered at this cryptic remark
and asked him what he was thinking about.

"Oh...I dunno...just your ass...and my dick...I dunno...I was just
thinking...."

I could only just laugh at this as Kevin was carrying on as though he was
suggesting that we might want to go bowling or rollerskating or something
like that.  I knew what he wanted and I had been half expecting it for some
time.  When we first started fooling around, I jerked him off before he
jerked me.  I sucked him first, then he sucked me.  I had now fucked him
many times, but he had not yet fucked me.  I knew that I had to let Kevin
fuck me eventually, but I just wasn't planning on volunteering for this any
sooner than I had to because I was a bit scared of Kevin's size.

"Well, how about we make it part of our plan for when your parents go away?"

"Sounds good to me!"


CONTINUED IN PART 9


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