Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2005 00:34:27 EST From: ShadowDragon4390@aol.com Subject: New Neighbor, New Lover part 1 This story describes the relationship between two minor boys. If you are not 18 years or older, do not like this kind of sexual material, or this type of sexual material is illegal where you live, please leave immediately. All material is copy write of the author. Any resemblance of any characters in the story to real people are completely coincidental. Comments, questions, or suggestions can be emailed to shadowdragon4390@aol.com. Flamers will be ignored. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Let me start by introducing myself. My name's Kevin, and I'm gay (no duh?). I'm 14 years old, weigh 136 lbs, and I'm 5'6" tall. I'm kinda lanky, and have what most people would call a swimmers build, but I'm pretty strong and run track. I keep my hair, black if your wondering, pretty short, and usually have it gelled. My eye color has been disputed. Officially, it's blue, but I think it's more grey than blue. Oh, and since I'm sure your wondering, I have very little hair on my body, just what's on my head and a little around my crotch. And I have a nicely sized package, 6-1/2" hard with nice size balls hanging underneath. Ok, now that you know a little about me, I guess I should start with the story, huh? But where...I suppose the beginning is the best place right? Recently, my neighbor moved away. I didn't care, in fact I was quite glad. The man who lived there was old and mean, so I was quite happy to see a moving van taking all his stuff out and away. I took a few days to search the guys yard, hoping to find one of the many toys I'd accidentally thrown over there over the years. Unfortunately, I never found anything. Within two weeks of the "For Sale" sign being up, the house was sold. I woke up one Saturday to see another moving van parked in the driveway, this time unloading stuff. I watched as first a large, queen size mattress and then a smaller twin was unloaded. This got me intrigued, so I deciding to pay the new neighbors a visit after breakfast. I threw on a pair of shorts, skipped the shirt (it was the middle of summer), and headed downstairs. "Mom, Dad," I said, sliding on the linoleum floor in my socks, "we got new neighbors!" The two of them, sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee, shot me looks that said, "no really?" I rolled my eyes. "I saw them unload two beds, a big one and a little one. I think they have a kid," I said, pouring a bowl of cereal. "Well, it's about time someone your age came to the neighbor hood," my dad said, finishing his coffee and standing, "well, I got to go. Big meeting this morning." I mumbled a goodbye as he walked out the door. It wasn't unusual for him to leave early for meetings like this, clients to the advertising firm he worked for seemed to prefer early meetings for some reason. "I gotta go to," mom said, "you be good today. Maybe you could help the neighbors unpack." "Ok, mom," I said as she kissed me on cheek. Ten minutes later, I was knocking on the open door to my new neighbors house. "Yes," I heard a female voice call from inside, "what is it?" "Welcoming committee," I yelled back sarcastically. A woman's head came into view, ducking around the corner of the hall. "Oh, hello," she says, stepping into view. I take a moment to look her over. She's about as old as my mom, in her mid 30's, a little taller than me, with brown hair and deep blue eyes. "What can I do for you?" she asks sweetly. "Um," I stumble. I've never been good with talking to new people, so I said, "my mom wanted me to see if I could help you unload anything." She smiled at me. "Is your mom around?" "No, she and dad just left for work," I answer. She nods her head. "Well, I think I've got everything under control for now," she said, "But maybe you could help my son, let me get him," she turned to the stairs and yelled, "DANNY!" "Yes mom," I hear a faint voice answer. "Come down here a minute, please," she yelled back. "Be right there," came the reply. I hear someone running a little, then the pounding of feet on stairs. I look up to see the cutes guy ever walking down the steps. He's about my height, but heavier built. His chest and abs are nicely defined under a tight, white muscle shirt. His hair is a brilliant silver blond, and I judge he has his mother's eyes, but from this distance, it looks like they're black. "Hola," he said, stopping on the bottom step. "Danny, I'd like you to meet...I'm sorry, but I don't believe you introduced yourself," she said, looking at me politely. "Kevin," I said, nodding to both of them. Danny walks over to me and puts out his hand. I take it, and he squeezes it gently. "Danny," he said, "and I guess you've met my mom." "Kara," she said, also shaking my hand. She then turned to her son and said, "Kevin here just offered to help us unpack, but I think I can handle most of the stuff down here. I thought you might like some help in your room." I flashed Danny a smile, which he returned. "Sure," he said, "come on up." I followed him up the stairs and down a short hall into his bare, white walled room. Half a dozen boxes are stacked against one wall, and three more lay open and partially unpacked. "I have no idea where to start," Danny said, stepping into his room and pushing some stuff aside with his toe. "Well," I said, "you got your bed and furniture in and set up, that's a plus." He smiled at me, and I smiled back. I started to look over this boy more closely. Like I said earlier, he was muscled. His hair was longer than mine, but gelled in a hap hazard sort of way. I wished at that point that I had decided to keep my shirt off when I came over, but too late now. "That box," he said, pointing at one of the ones already open, "has all my books in it. Mind throwing them all on those shelves?" "Sure," I said, and got to work. We worked for an hour straight, talking and learning about each others. I found out that he was my age, and that his birthday was two days before mine. I also found out that he use to live up in Michigan, and moved here (Arizona) because his mom got transferred. I also learned that he was on his old schools wrestling team. "So, where's your dad?" I asked, having not seen him around at all. "My parents got divorced a few years ago," he said stonily. "Oh," I finished putting up a poster of Porch 911, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" "Don't worry about it," he said, smiling at me, "Damn it's hot though. Mind if I take off my shirt?" Fuck no! my brain screamed, but I answered calmly, "Only if you don't mind if I do the same." "I don't care," he said, pulling off his sweet soaked shirt and throwing it into an empty box. I found my eyes once again drawn to his body. He was totally smooth from the scalp down. He didn't even have hair in his pits. Of course, neither did I, but that's cause I shaved it. I could feel myself get a little hard. "What do you think of gay people?" Danny asked casually. I felt myself blush, and I turned away from him, pretending to straighten the 911 poster. "Um," I mumbled. I nearly jumped when I felt his hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong?" Danny asked, his head just inches away from my ear. "No-nothing," I stammered, blushing again, "I just, never thought about it before." I knew I was gay at this point in my life, and so did my parents. I had kinda been hoping that Danny would be to, but I never thought he'd try to make an advance on me, so I wasn't prepared for this. "I saw you looking at me," he whispered, his lips now right next to my ear. I felt his other hand slide across my smooth stomach, and he pulled me back against him. I felt a jolt as my bare back came into contact with his naked chest. My dick sprung to full hard on, tenting my shorts. "I'm gay," I whisper. He gently kissed my neck, both his hands around my waist, holding me gently against him. "Me to," he whispers back, kissing my cheek bone. "You out?" "Mmmm," was all I could manage, his fingers now playing with my nipples. "You ever been with anyone?" "No," I gasp, as his hard dick pressed against my ass through our shorts. "Me neither." I spin around in his arms, and kiss him hard on the lips, thrusting my tongue into his waiting mouth. He responds in kind, and our tongues dance between our mouths for some minutes, but feels like hours. "Excuse me," we hear his mom say. I pull myself away from Danny so fast he still has his tongue sticking out. "Shit," I mumble. "No, it's ok," Danny's mom says, blocking the door as I try to leave, "I know Danny's homosexual. I just hope he didn't just seduce you or anything." She gave her son a stern look. I blush like mad, and start mumbling gibberish. "It's ok mom, he's out of the closet to," Danny says, coming to my aid. I look at him, and he gives me a reassuring smile, which I return timidly. "Well, that's ok then," his mom laughs, rubbing my shoulder soothingly, "But if you guys don't mind taking it slow for awhile? And get this room cleaned up before you do anything, it's a pigsty in here." "Ok mom," Danny says, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She smiles at the two of us, closing the door behind her. "That scared the crap out of me," I said, throwing myself on Danny's unmade bed. I roll onto my back and look at him, and he smiles and sits next to me. "You wanna go out later?" he asks, rubbing my bare stomach. "Sure," I say, pulling him down on top of me, our lips locking in a passionate kiss. "Does this make us boyfriends then?" He rubs his hands up and down my arms, looking into my eyes. "Unless there's someone else," is his answer. A huge smile crossed my face, and I kiss him hard again. "Seems like you've been a little repressed with your feelings," he said, breaking the kiss. "I told you, I've never had another guy to be with before," I push him off me and sit up, "The school's full kids raised conservative. You can't experiment, let alone start a relationship with anyone. There isn't even a club for gays. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one." "It was the same at my old school," Danny sat up, throwing his arm over my shoulder. "How'd you know I was gay though?" I asked, resting my head in his shoulder. "You were looking at me too much," he answered, "so I gave it a shot. Either you were, and I'd ask you out, or you weren't, and I'd have freaked out the first kid I meet since moving here." "That would've been bad, because counting you, there are only two kids our age in this neighborhood." "No kidding?" he looked at me shocked. "Yep," I say, standing, "Lets get this room fixed up. Then I'll take you out to lunch." Danny smiled, and kissed me lightly. "Sounds like a plan." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first attempt at writing gay fiction. Just a note for you guys looking for something to jack off to: that is not what this story is about! I'm writing it as more of a love story between two teenage boys. If you liked the story, please write (email at top of story). More to cum, I'm sure!