Date: Tue, 12 Jan 1999 18:32:37 EST
From: Boyheh@aol.com
Subject: Neighborhood Kids Series pt 5 -- Stephen t/t young friends

Six stories so far in this series.

Neighborhood Kids Series -- Part Five

Stephen 
by Michael Jacks

CHAPTER ONE

Stephen stood in the open doorway tall (5'7" at 14), long dark hair, round,
yet angular face, lightly freckled, a mischievous smile passing across his
lips. He had one hand on his hips and one holding himself in the door jam. He
was wearing nothing but swim trunks with his long white body sticking out both
ends. He thought he was alone in the house. But I had just arrived and snuck
in the front door and was watching him from behind the couch.

The hand on his hip began to slowly rub across and down over his pubic region
and the penis expanding within his shorts. He was completely unaware of my
presence.  His slim lithe body slowly relaxed into the door jam as sensual
awakenings overtook his beautiful body. My hand brushed across my crotch. I
undid my belt and opened my zipper and took out my hard cock and slowly
stroked it as I watched Stephen from across the darkened room. Stephen had
slid one hand inside his trunks and was moving it in long strokes up and down.
I slid my pants and briefs to my knees and stroked my 6 1/2 inch dick and
fondled my hanging ball sack in anticipation for the show that Stephen was
about to put on. 

We had seen each other naked around his house and around mine as we changed
for swimming or taking showers, and such,  but it was always just a quick
glimpse. But I know I liked what I saw.  And I was beginning to suspect that
he did, too. 
With one hand down his trunks stroking and fondling his swelling shaft, he
slipped the other behind him and pushed down on the waistband of the confining
trunks. They slipped past his butt cheeks. Wow! What a nice butt. Round and
white and firm. He then moved around to the front and pushed the trunks down
over his straining hard on. Inch by inch, like he really knew I was there and
was putting on a show. His dick head appeared first, purple and gleaming from
the reflection of the sunlight behind him. Then slowly his shaft emerged. I
hadn't noticed at first but, his dick was long! Inch by inch as it was
revealed and as I watched his hand stroking it, I realized that for a slim 14
year old he had at least 6 1/2 inches and maybe more! His trunks popped down
below his balls and fell to the floor. His dick, now free, stood out and up,
straight and long. My eyes were glued to it as he continued to stroke. He
appeared to be completely hairless. After all he'd just finished a growth
spurt. But I knew by the way he was stroking his tool that he was no stranger
to his dick or to beating off. 
I watched his slim frame give itself in to his sexual ecstasy. His head lolled
back as he leaned on the door frame, his hand busy fisting his cock, then
fingertips tickling his cockhead, sliding down and around his shaft and across
his ball sack, lifting them, tugging them, caressing them. His other hand
roamed over his perky nipples and then around the back to his perfect cheeks. 

I struggled, quietly, to remove my clothing. I watched, hungrily, as he
continued ministering to his temple of a body. All I wanted to do was worship.
I heard his breathing become faster. I finally got my clothes off and began
fisting my hot cock. I then heard him sigh and say, "Darryl". That's me! He
whispered my name. He was stroking faster now, so was I. My legs tightened
along with my butt cheeks, I was whacking furiously on my penis, pounding up
and down, my breathing getting very heavy. Then I heard my name again,
breathlessly whispered by Stephen, "Darryl!" I peeked over the top of the
couch and saw him racing his hand back and forth across his throbbing shaft.
Then he looked right at me. His eyes beckoning me. I stood up, stroking. He
was stroking. We smiled at each other. He came on the carpet in torrents of
white. One, two, three, four -- five, six, seven and then a dribble. He
collapsed. I continued to beat for a few seconds. I shot wad after wad onto
the back of the couch. My eyes closed tightly urging every ounce of cum up
from my balls. I gripped my dick tightly, pushing out the pleasure my hand was
giving me. I felt a hand on my ass. I opened my eyes and it was Stephen. He
said, "Lie down, I want to touch you."

I came around the sofa, my cock still dripping. His cock was dripping, too as
he laid me on my back and began to tickle and caress my young body. I reached
out and played with his nipples, small and cute and round. He ran his fingers
over my neck and chest and then across my stomach. He stopped. He must not
have really noticed before. 

	He said, "You have hair!" 

I nodded. He buried his face in my small pubic bush. It was really only a ring
of hair about an inch wide. But there was a substantial amount of thick brown
hair trimming my now shrinking penis. My hands lowered to his hairless pubes
and felt and tickled and found some tiny hairs growing there and played with
them and caresses the base of his cock. His nose and lips were still buried
and his lips opened to caress the side of my dick. 

	"You're dick is great! And I like your hair."

My hand wrapped around his reerecting shaft.

	"I like yours too. When did these hairs come in?"

	"About a month ago."

	"How big is your dick?" I asked.

	"I measured it yesterday and it was 7 inches."

	"Fuck no!"

	"Fuck yes! How big is yours?" 

He ought to know by know his face was buried in it and his mouth was covering
it with his saliva as he boned me up. 

	"Last time I checked -- 6 1/2"

	"It's got to be bigger than that! Let's compare."

We stroked each other to fully erect status. His penis was so gorgeous and
slim and even though there was hair growing there it wasn't very noticeable.
Which only added to the turn on -- to see the monstrous (for a boy of 14) cock
completely hairless. It reminded me of pictures I had seen on the internet
newsgroups -- the peni series-- fantastic, hairless cocks on 14-15 year olds. 

But this cock was real, and in my hand. And my cock was really in the hand of
my closest friend. And we were beating each other off as if were the most
natural thing in the entire world. Suddenly Stephen stood up and pulled me up.
(He was stronger than his slim, wiriness suggested) He faced me and took both
of our cocks in his hands and held them out together. He pushed his dick into
my pubes.

	"Your hair tickles my dick" He giggled.

His dick head did not reach my skin while mine was pushed into his soft belly.

	"Shit! I'm bigger than you are!"

	"It's gotta be at least 7 1/2 inches! Man Darryl, what a fuckin'
horse!" 

	"I didn't know!" Wow!

Stephen sank to his knees and quickly took my penis into his mouth. He got
about half way down the shaft and gagged a little bit.

	"Just go slow. I'm in no hurry."

He started again, licking the head, tonguing the shaft and driving me crazy. A
moan escaped from somewhere deep inside me. 

He pulled off, "Like it?"

	"Shit, man. It's the best!"

He covered my cock again and I sank into the feelings of my first blow job.
How did he know what to do? It felt terrific. His tongue rounded around the
head as it flared up large and hard. He squeezed my balls, and pulled on my
sack. He pulled and tickled with one hand and stroked all around the shaft
with the other while his mouth was going ape on my cock head and shaft. I
began to rock. His hand shifted back and caressed my ass. I lost it and
started fucking his face. I thrust into his mouth as he eagerly kept up with
my motions, still fondling, tickling and stroking as he sucked and I thrust.
My breath came in short gasps as the climax of my first face-fuck came over
me. I groaned loudly as my penis erupted into his mouth. He clamped down and
took it all. Where was he putting my 7 1/2 inch dick? I must be halfway to his
lungs! After about six or seven spurts and a lot of ooze, I pulled away,
slightly from his face. He continued to suck on my now shrinking dick. He let
it fall from his mouth with a plopping sound. 

No sooner was it out of his mouth than I was down on his straining member. I
laid him flat on his back and slurped onto his cock with my lips and tongue. I
pinched and caressed his nipples with my hands, roaming all over his chest and
stomach. I then pulled them in and massaged the base of his shaft with one
hand and fondled his balls and sack with the other while I sucked his rock-
hard penis. 

	"Shit! I hope it was this good for you." He muttered. 

I bobbed up and down mercilessly on his long dick, pushing and pulling on his
cock and balls with my mouth and hands. I came off his cock and took his balls
in my mouth and beat his meat with my hands. I tongued his balls around in my
mouth while one hand worked the base of his dick and the other streaked along
the shaft. His back arched and he let ropes of teen cum fly all over my hair
and face, his pubes and chest. He squeaked with each spurt of his boyjuice.

	"Unh! Eee! Ahh! Ohhh! Oooh! Ungh! Fuck!"

I came off his balls and began to lick up his cum from off his cock and balls,
his pubes and his chest. I moved until our dicks were nestled next to each
other between our legs and placed my mouth over his. His eyes opened wide --
big and blue and sexy -- and I pushed my tongue and his cum into his mouth.
Our tongues met and we exchanged spit and boy juice. He humped up into my
groin and I ground down into his. Then we heard the garage door.

His Mom was home! We scrambled to our feet. Naked, we grabbed our clothing and
ran --  penises swinging and slapping up to his room where we closed the door,
locked it and flew into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the shower. He
got in and I followed. We soaped each other up and washed each other off. We
got hard again and beat each other off in the shower to a quick but satisfying
cum. He got out as his mom knocked on the door. 

	"You all right?"

	"Sure, Mom. Darryl and I are just having a shower after our
exercise session" 

	Which is what I came over for in the first place. But I am glad
that the exercise became a different sort of sweating and grunting. 

I was clean but spent. I got out and Stephen smiled at me. I smiled back. He
came over and put his hands on my ass and pulled me to him and gave me a
gentle kiss on the lips, which I returned. We stood there like that for a few
moments, nuzzling our noses and our penises into each other, softly, lovingly.

	"I love you," he said.

	"I love you too." I said. "But I never knew how much."

I kissed him and took his towel to dry him off. I rubbed him down good, all
over and his penis erected and spurt a little bit of cum on the floor. I bent
over and licked the tip of his penis clean and then patted him dry with the
towel. 

	"Couldn't afford to waste any!"

He laughed. He rubbed be dry. Spending extra time on my dick, which didn't
take long to get hard. He wrapped the towel and his hand around me and stroked
me 'til I shot off in the towel. He then wiped the cum off my dick with his
hand, brought it to his lips and tasted it.

	"Tastes as good as mine."

He leaned in and touched his tongue to mine to let me taste my own cum.

	"You're right."

	"Boys!" his mother called. "Come on down for dinner!"

	"I've already eaten!" I said softly into Stephen's ear. 

He sputtered and wrapped his hand around my now shrunken dick and balls. I
took his and we went into his room, dicks in hand. I opened his drawer and
pulled out his sexy light blue bikini briefs. I slipped them on over his penis
and butt cheeks. He reached in and pulled out a pair of white bikinis and
eased them up over my pubes and ass. He bent over and kissed my dick through
the fabric. I patted his penis and reached for his shorts. I pulled his shorts
on my body and he took them off and pulled them on to his body. And then
grabbed a pair of sweats and pulled them on me. We put our t-shirts on and
went down to the kitchen, stopping at the bedroom door for another quick kiss,
that took too long. He reached down and squeezed my dick and I groped his
balls. We headed out the door to have dinner.


CHAPTER TWO

	"Can Darryl stay the night?" Stephen asked, maybe a little too eagerly.

	"I suppose so, if his mom says it's okay."

	"I'll call her!"

I ran to the phone and obtained the needed permission.

	"It's okay with her, but I have to be home by noon."

We dutifully finished our dinner and helped to clear the table. All the while
Stephen's mom was looking at us like we were from Mars or something.

	"What's gotten into you two?"

We both busted up laughing. More than a few things had gotten into us that
never had before. 

	"Nothing, mom!" Stephen said between giggles. 

She looked at us again with that kind of `these boys are crazy' look.

	"Honest, Mrs. Cook" I tried to reassure her.

	"Well, all right. If you say so."

	"Can we go for a swim?" Stephen asked.

	"Certainly!"

We rushed up stairs and were naked before we got through Stephen's bedroom
door. We raced to the dresser and got two swim suits, speedos -- Yes! Then
raced back down, through the kitchen, past Mrs. Cook and her puzzled
expression, through the sliding door, that had earlier framed a perfect
specimen of boyhood, and took a running dive into the pool. 

	"I'm going up to watch some TV. I'll check on you later."

	"Great, mom. She'll be on the other side of the house. We'll be alone!"
I swam over to Stephen and kissed him and reached into his speedo and found
his nutsack. I fondled it as he slipped his hand in and over my butt. We
kissed again. Stephen popped a boner in my hand. I eased his dick out over the
top and started stroking it. Stephen's hand came around and pulled my dick out
the leg opening of my suit. We stroked under water and kissed for a long time.
Standing comfortably on the bottom we eased our way over to the side of the
pool. Stroking and kissing. Kissing and stroking. I felt that now familiar
sensation as my penis erupted in the water. It was amazing how if felt,
releasing a load in the warm water at the hands of my closest friend. I kept
stroking Stephen as he held my dick softly in his hand, squeezing gently and
running his fingers over the head. My gizz floated to the surface and Stephen
bent down and slurped it into his mouth. Just then he stiffened and let his
load fly I looked down and saw it spurt out. It looked like one of those lava
lamps as it oozed it's way into the water. We both watched it as it worked
it's way to the surface.. Stephen bent down again.

	"Oh, no you don't!

I bent down and slurped his cum into my mouth. I swallowed. He ducked under
the water and stuck my dick in his mouth and sucked for a few seconds until he
had to come up for air. I did the same thing. We kept this up for a few
minutes until we were breathless. 

	"Shit!"

	Holy hell! What a feeling!"

	"You're good"

	"You're a god!"

We swam a few lengths of the pool. Took a few dives off the board and then
headed into the house. We dried off and sprawled onto the couch. 

Stephen picked up the remote and clicked it on. The TV sprang to life. He
nestled back into one end of the long, soft, couch. I crawled over and put my
head on his stomach, with my lips perilously close to his penis, only a speedo
away. I nuzzled into his belly and he draped his arm over my shoulders and
back and I placed my arm across his thighs. We settled in to watch TV. We were
both tired and soon were asleep. When we woke we found that we were covered by
a blanket and the TV was off.

	I awoke with a start. I shook Stephen and he strained to wake up. I
shook him again.

	"Did you turn off the TV?"

	"No!"

	"Did you get the blanket?"

	"No!"

	"Are we in deep shit?"

	"No," came his mother's voice from the stairs.

We sat up, bolt upright and moved to opposite ends of the couch. Trying to
look innocent.

	"You guys really love each other, don't you?

I froze. I looked at Stephen. His eyes were wide and he looked like a ghost.
His mother came over and sat between us.

	"I saw you in the pool. How long have you been having sex?"

We both coughed -- speechless. She reached out and put her arm around her son,
strappingly tall for a 14 year old, handsome and nearly naked in his speedo,
she also put her hand on my shoulder. 

	"I guess love comes in many ways. I watched you for a long time. And it
wasn't just playing with each other -- the way many boys do -- there was
something deeper. A love -- a commitment. Most adults don't get that lucky. Do
you love each other?"

	"I ... do love Stephen, Mrs. Cook."

	"And I love him, Mom. Is it wrong?"

	"I always thought so, until I watched you two making love tonight
and found you here on the couch, embracing each other."

	"You put the blanket over us? I said.

	"Yes. How long have you felt this way?"

	"Stephen chimed in, "I've felt like this for a long time, but we
never did anything physical until this afternoon. It all came pouring our
of us."

	"Me too," I said. "Do you hate us?"

	"How could I hate the two boys I care most about?"

	Stephen asked, "Is it all right that we love each other?"

	"I'll get used to it."

	"You don't mind us having sex?" I thought this was a particularly
bold thing for me to say, but as she had seen us `in the act' and had not
interrupted us, I hoped she was okay with it.

	"You're going to do it whether I say I like it, or approve of it or
not. But you boys must be careful. Most gay relationships are not mutually
monogamous."

We both looked at her with big questions on our faces. That word -- "gay." She
had said it as naturally as "have a coke" or "Zip up your fly." And what the
hell did `mutually monogamous' mean?

	"It means that both of you, if you love each other, won't have
other partners -- like most gays do. They sleep around. That is how aids
transfers. I know you two can't have aids right now. You've got to be
virgins, until this afternoon that is. But if you don't respect each other
and love each other, truly and only, you could both die from what you catch
from another partner.  Do you understand?"

	"Yes, mom. I think so.

	"And we were virgins until this afternoon."

	"Well, then, understand this. If this relationship means that I'll
never have any grandchildren, and I think that's a safe bet, then I want
you two around for a long time. No diseases, no breaking up. Once you
commit to each other -- that's it.

	Stephen said, "I can live with that"

He then leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back.

	"I can definitely live with that."

Mrs. Cook kissed us both on the cheek and got up.

	"I'm going to sleep now. I suggest you two do the same. We'll talk
again in the morning.

With that she climbed the stairs. I though I heard a cry escape from her. I
looked over at Stephen. He looked at me, tears welled up in our eyes as we
realized the enormity of what had just happened. Here we were -- two fourteen
year old boys -- no experience -- nothing in our lives up to this point except
one-handed sex encounters with our selves -- and we had just committed to love
each other, in front of my lover's -- yes that's the word -- in front of my
lover's mother. 

Five hours ago we were virgins. We had now masturbated each other, kissed each
other, sucked each other, cuddled with each other -- there was only one thing
left.  I reached over and took Stephen in my arms. Stephen fell over against
my body. I felt his warmth -- I looked into his eyes. I kissed him gently and
lightly on the lips. We parted. He kissed me a little more strongly on the
lips. I stood up and held out my hand. He took it. As he stood up he reached
out and took off my speedo. I reciprocated. We held our speedos in one hand
and each other's hand in the other as we climbed the stairs, naked,  to
Stephen's room. 

Now we had undressed many time in each other's presence before, as I said. But
this was different. We went through the door, closed it and locked it. We
dropped the suits. We embraced -- standing there for what seemed a long time
-- holding each other close -- caressing each other's backs -- and we didn't
even get a hard on. We just loved each other. It was true. It wasn't just
lust, although we felt lust before -- this was love. Pure love. I turned and
took him by the hand over to his bed. He pulled back the covers. I laid him
down on his back and laid down on top of him. Our penises responded. They
enlarged, snaking up each other's bellies -- together. Stephen reached for
something in his bedside drawer. It was baby oil. 

	"I've used this when I beat off. Let's try it now."

I opened the bottle and I raised up to my knees. I looked down at his
beautiful, nearly hairless 6 1/2 inch penis. I flipped the container's lid and
poured a liberal amount of oil on his pubic area. I put the bottle down and
rubbed the oil into his pubes and all over his penis and ball sack. he leaned
back, closed his eyes and smiled.

	"I love you," he said.

I kissed the tip of his oily penis in response and he smiled again. I stroked
him a few times and hunkered up until my balls were directly over his dick. I
started to lower myself down. I felt his dick head pressing against my balls
and shifted until his tip rested against my pucker. I slowly sat down on him.
He opened his eyes.

	"You sure?"

	"Yeah!"

I eased down onto his penis -- slowly -- an inch at a time. I was amazed -- it
only hurt for the first few seconds and now it was feeling incredible for me
to have the penis of the boy I loved penetrating deep into my ass hole. I sat
down until all 6 1/2 inches was inside me and I felt my balls touch his pubes.
He reached up and tickled the tip of my dick as I started sitting on and off
his penis. He moaned and grabbed my shaft and held it tight as I eased on and
off his dick. He then got a humping rhythm going with me and we worked slowly
and ecstatically as his pole ground into my fuck hole. I increased my speed
and he did the same. I saw his eyes  -- when I could have mine open -- they
were deep blue and full of love. He smiled at me.

	"This feels really good"

	"I love your dick in me."

He humped. I sat. We fucked. Rocking, twisting, finding many ways to make it
feel good. He started humping faster and I followed. He became a fucking
machine as he rammed his cock into my ass and I held firm. He shouted. I put
my hand over his mouth. He grunted and spewed inside me. I felt it gush out. I
felt the contraction of his penis as it spurt forth the love juice. My ass was
contracting. My dick was huge and hard. He started groping me even in the
middle of his cum. Gradually his orgasm left him and he pushed me off of his
dick and had the bottle in his hand oiling up his ass for me to fuck. He then
greased up my rod and pulled my dick down into his waiting hole. I eased in
and he grunted. I breathed in sharply. It felt great. He spread his legs wider
and put his calves over my shoulders. I eased in all the way.

	"It tickles."

	"What does?"

	"You're hair on my balls."

	"Feels great, hunh?"

	"Yeah!"

I started thrusting into his ass -- I knew it may not take long and I wanted
him to get the feeling of my dick in his ass before I blew my load. I went
slowly and carefully -- when I felt my self about to cum I slowed down. Just
as I had done countless times when I beat off -- prolonging it -- making it
last! I pushed straight in. I went off to each side -- scraping my dick head
against the inside of his hole. He moaned and his dick got hard. I guess I was
pushing on that special place -- what was it? -- oh, yeah, the prostate! I
went at it. I needed release. It came after about ten thrusts. I jammed my
cock deep in his bowels and flooded his channel with my boy juice. I kissed
him. He kissed back and moaned as his penis let fly with another, very small,
cum that spurt out between our stomachs. We continued kissing and I continued
softly humping his ass. Until I plopped out. He kissed me again and placed his
hands on my back. I cuddled up to him and we fell asleep -- having consummated
our love. 

Our affair of love continues up to this day. We're both in college --
roommates of course -- and I foresee a future that always includes Stephen.
And his future will always include me. We make love -- we hold hands -- we
kiss and caress each other and it is all wonderful. I think that we owe a lot
to his mother, who accepted us, unconditionally. It helped us to make the
commitment to each other. I have never even thought about another guy. I don't
need anyone but Stephen. And I think he'll never need anyone but me.