Date: Tue, 12 Jan 1999 18:29:00 EST
From: Boyheh@aol.com
Subject: Neighborhood Kids series pt 2 -- Paul and Steve t/t young friends


Six stories so far in this series.

Neighborhood Kids Series -- Part Two

Paul and Steve 

by
Michael Jacks

Paul's head is enormous for his slim, still boyish body. His handsome  face
and chiselled features, though,  stand under well groomed dark brown hair. He
is a talented boy, loves to sing and act and is very good. He is 14 years old
and stands about 5'6" tall. He is out now walking his paper route. He is the
kind of paper boy everyone wants -- in more ways than one -- but he walks up
to the porches of his customers and places the paper on the door knob. It's
the middle of a saturday morning and he is almost done. He is hurrying this
time because he has a hot game of one on one in 20 minutes with his best
friend, Steve. He posts his last paper and collapses the paperbag and trots
home, about a block. He flies through the door, jumps up the stairs and races
to his room. Once there he looks around for the basketball shorts and jersey
he loves to play in. There they are just where he left them, across his
dresser. He shucks his shoes, rips his socks off, unbuttons his 501's and they
struggle down his legs and off his feet. His Calvin briefs come off and his
equipment hangs free. And hang it does -- a thick and hairless cock expands
from it's confinement and flops around over his large, low hanging balls. He
swipes his hand across his crotch a few times to loosen it all up and then he
grabs his sport shorts and puts them on. He looks at the full length mirror on
his closet door and his dick is hanging out of the leg of his shorts. He sighs
and pulls them off, gets his jock and puts it on, then his shorts and then his
jersey. He is back down the stairs and out the door and his mother hasn't even
had time to say hello or good bye. 
	"I'll be at Steves!" he calls to her over his shoulder.
Steve is a tall blond with good sized shoulders and a handsome round face. He
is shooting some solo hoops in his back yard dressed in his bikershorts but
topless. He physique is slim but strong and wiry. His nipples poke out through
the sweat on his chest. It is a hot summer day and he has been hoping to beat
Paul today in a game of one on one. Even though he's taller, Paul is a better
player but Steve loves the challenge. 
The gate pops open and in runs Paul, breathless.
	"Am I late?"
	"Naw."
	"Okay. You take it out!"
They scrimmage a little, jostling for position and Steve runs around the key
and then into the paint and lays one up. He's is almost 5'10" tall and at
fifteen, that's pretty tall. So he does have the advantage over Paul that way.
The ball is back and Paul dribbles to the three point line and shoots -- it's
good. Paul has a great eye and arm. They play, sweating and grunting, making
shots--missing shots -- swearing under their breath -- promising to get the
next one -- actively defending their turf when the other has the ball. It's
been a half hour and Paul is up by 2 baskets. They are both sweating profusely
and Steves bikershorts are drenched. Paul calls time and removes his jersey
which is soaked. Now they play skin on skin. Paul dribbles in, turns, reverses
and shoots -- score! He's up by three baskets -- 48-42. Steve comes in
nudging, chest to chest, back to side, butt to crotch, he judges past and gets
another layup. 48-44.  This is it. If Paul hits he passes 50 and wins. If not
-- Steve still has a chance. Paul approaches. He stops. He's in the air and
Steve bats it away and steals the ball. Takes it out and in. He's desperate he
only needs to get two more baskets to tie. He fakes and shoots -- 3 pointer!
48-47.  He's within one point of tying and three of winning. Paul takes it out
and dribbles down the side, then across the paint and he turns abruptly and
shoots -- 2 points and the game. 
	"Jeez, Paul! How do you do it?!"
	"Talent, I guess. But you played a great game. That's the closest
you've been to beating me."
	"I'm always close when I beat you!"
	"Yeah, well it looks like you're the one needing beating!"
Steve looks down and sure enough there is that frequent and familiar bulge,
long and thin arching straight up to his belly button. 
	"Man, Steve, you're hot!"
	"Only when you're around! Help me off with these."
	"Gladly," says Paul.
Paul kneels down in front of Steve and runs his hand down the front of Steve's
biker shorts.
	"Hey, Paul - I don't want to cream in my shorts -- cool it!"
	"Sorry -- like I said -- you're hot!"
Paul peels the top of the shorts down revealing Steve's aching boner inch by
inch. When his shorts are to the ground Steve steps out of them. His rod falls
out hitting Paul on the top of the head. It's huge -- at least seven inches
and slim. His pubes are thick and blond with no hair on his legs yet, only
fuzz between his legs and around his balls, but a little tuft can be seen
starting under his arms. Paul stands and grabs a hold of this big cock and
strokes gently. Steve reaches over and caresses the front of Paul's shorts.
Paul moans. Steve's hands remove Pauls shorts and jock in one downward motion
and Paul's penis pops up naked of hair but thick and long -- a good six
inches. They take a hold of each other's dicks and stroke. Pauls hand plays
with Steve's dick and lingers in his pubes and runs across his balls. Steve
uses both hands, one on Pauls hot hairless cock and the other on his hairless
ballsack. Both boys are looking great and feeling fine. They stroke, and pull
and caress each others cocks. Pre-cum oozes out of both boy-rods, lubricating
the tips. The boys use this to increase their pleasure. Steve starts bucking
his hips into Paul's hand, moaning and breathing becomes shallow. Paul stands
like a rock as Steve frantically slides his hand over Paul's raging boner.
Steve tightens every muscle in his body as he fucks Paul's hand. Soon, big
thick ropes of creamy cum explode from Steve's adolescent hard on, hitting
Paul's crotch and stomach and the ground around them and their clothes. Paul
feels a chilling sensation starting in his balls. He rises up on his toes and
stiffens his lower body. Steve continues whacking Paul's throbbing rod.
Paul's body spasms and he creams in a few small gushes, one shot hitting Steve
in the groin and the rest messing all over his own pubes and Steve's hand.
They slowly walk dick in hand, over to the hot tub where they ease in and hold
each other's softening pricks under the warm water. Shoulder to shoulder they
sit in the warmth of the tub, massaging teen cocks. The fingers of their other
hands begin to probe. Paul feels of Steve's hard chest and perky nipples.
Steve rubs his hand across Paul's stomach. They look at each other.
	"That was the best yet!"
	"No kidding!"
	"When's your mom due home?"
	"About five."
	Really? asks Paul, "That gives us about three more hours. I wonder
what we could do in three hours?"
	"Whatever you want!"
	"How about this?"
Paul leans in and tentatively kisses Steve on the lips, softly and gently.
Steve responds, leaning into Paul and the embrace. Lips touch and nibble on
each others mouths. Hands travel to shoulders and pull their bodies closer
together. The kiss is broken by Steve.
	"Man, I never felt anything like that before. Kiss me again!"
Paul obliges. He leans in and plants his lips on Steve's mouth. They press
their mouths together and Paul opens his to encompass Steve's full, round
lips. He then feels Steve open his mouth and Paul tentatively darts his tongue
into a surprised Steve's mouth. Steve opens his mouth wider and Paul probes.
Steve probes back. Hands pull their bodies chest to chest and Paul slips off
the seat to a kneeling position where Steve joins him. They kiss passionately
and for the first time ever they are enjoying more than each other's dicks.
Hands roam around both bodies, exploring crevices and bulges and wrinkles and
hairy and non-hairy places. Their penises erect and Paul's pops up under
Steve's and his hand reaches down and places the dicks crisscross between
their legs and they begin humping and kissing. The warmth of the water is a
natural aphrodesiac and the boys are hotter than ever as they kiss and lick
each others mouths while their hot cocks grind together between their legs.
Paul's body shudders as his dick spurts his boy-honey in to the water just as
Steve's cock cums again. They sigh and moan as they experience their first
humping and kissing session. In great satisfaction they help each other over
to the bench where they cuddle together and fall asleep. Pauls head on Steve's
shoulder and their hands cupping each other's dicks and balls.
In what seems like only moments, but was really about two hours they are
rudely awakened by a horn.
	"Shit! Mom's home!"
They rush out and put on only their shorts and rush back to the safety of the
tub, their penises having re-erected while they toyed with each other in their
sleep. 
	"I'm gonna ask Mom if you can stay the night. Is that okay?"
	"Okay? You bet it's okay! Cool!"
Mom comes out. The boys are sitting on opposite ends of the tub and she call
out.
	"Hi, honey. Hi, Paul."
	"Hi. Mrs. Clawson," Paul responds.
	"Hi. Mom! Hey, Mom -- can Paul sleepover?"
	"If it's all right with his mom and dad, it's okay."
The boys, almost silently say together, "Yes!"