Date: Sun, 4 Dec 2005 13:59:47 EST From: ShadowDragon4390@aol.com Subject: New Neighbor, new lover part three 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- And so, the days past. Danny and I became fast friends, and discovered that our sexual antics from the first day extended beyond just antics -- we were quite in love. I told my parents that night that Danny had asked me out, and they were both happy that I finally had found someone to start a relationship with. Things started to heat up two weeks after Danny had moved in. We were coming back from a movie (War of the Worlds), riding our bikes through the woods between our neighbor hood and town, when Danny swerved to a stop. I pulled along side of him, staring at his sweat covered face. "You ok?" I asked, putting my hand on his shoulder. He jumped at my touch, and I jumped in surprise. A nervous smile crossed his face, and the two of us laughed, though the tension remained. "You ok?" I asked again. "I'm fine," he said, "the movie just got me on edge, that's all." I smiled. He had been riding back kinda fast. "Don't tell me that scared the crap out of you," I said, getting off my bike and leaning it against a tree, "you know there's no Martians invading." "Yeah," he said, also getting off his bike, "but I can see now why people thought they were invading in the 30's." I stood in front of him, wrapping my arms around his waist and rubbing his back soothingly. "Big strong Danny," I whispered, my face inches away from his, "scared of a little movie..." His lips were suddenly on mine. The soft, firm flesh that I'd become so acquainted with over the past couple of weeks was pressing against me again, and I melted in his arms. I felt his tongue pressing against my teeth, and open my mouth to allow him access. I pushed my tongue out to meet his, and we tongue wrestled for several minutes before he broke the kiss. "You wanna spend the night?" he asked, whispering, our noses touching and his eyes closed. "What?" I pull back a ways, and look him in his eyes, which opened at my sudden movement. "I asked you if you wanted to spend the night with me tonight," he said, gazing at me with an intensity that mad my heart rise in my throat. "What about your mom, I mean-" "She's out of town for the weekend," he said, "got the house to myself for a while. I mean, if you don't want to..." "I, um," I blushed, shaking now out of nerves, "Danny, I, I..." His lips were on mine again. I felt his passion for me flow through his lips into my body, and I started to tingle all over. "Shit," I said, pulling away from him, "yes Danny, I'd love to spend the weekend with you." A huge smile spread over his face. "Your parents won't mind, will they?" He asked, getting back on his bike. "Naw," I laughed, also getting on my bike, "truth be told, they're both on business trips." "Wow, that worked out pretty good, didn't it?" The two of us laughed, speeding down the trail once again. My heart was racing, from the physical exertion of riding so fast, to be sure, but I knew some of it was because of being with Danny. I was riding behind him, my thoughts tangled beyond belief. I watched his strong legs pumping with more power than I could muster, but he never shifted into a higher gear. His strength was tempered by the need to be near me, like my strength was doubled by being near him. I felt my heart rising in my throat, and pumped harder. It took us 10 minutes to get to his place, a trip that would normally have taken me 30 minutes to complete. We were both breathless as we stumbled off our bikes to his front door. As he fumbled with the keys, I started rubbing his back and shoulders, making him groan. There was a passion rising in me now, and as I looked at Danny's eyes, I saw it was rising in him to. I gently leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He finally got the door opened, and we practically fell inside. "Kevin," he moaned, me clinging to his back. I slid myself around his shoulder, and he caught me in a loving embrace. I smiled at him, kissed him gently on the lips. He pulled me into him, kissing me back, hard and passionately. I could feel the sweet of his body and mine soaking into each others shirts. "Oh, god!" I groaned, breaking the kiss, but he didn't stop. He kept his lips moving - my cheek, my chin, finally settling on my neck. I moaned, loudly, as we stood, framed in his open door, making out. He started sliding his hands under my shirt and up my back and sides. I shivered. Normally, I would have started laughing uncontrollably, being very ticklish, but this was different. His touch was sensual, barely even touching the skin, but still sending jolts of pleasure through my body. "Danny," I pushed him away, trying to recover. My senses were on overdrive. His smell was as intense as his touch. I had a hard time looking him in the eye, for every time I did, I felt a little jolt shoot through my body. The adrenaline was coursing through my body, from the bike ride and the intensity of his welcome home. "Oh man, Danny, that was-" "Hot," he finished for me, grinning broadly. I noticed he couldn't look me in the eye either. We took a few moments to cool off, and settle down a little bit. We both wanted this to last. "I'm going to take a shower," Danny announced, kissing me gently on the forehead. "Alright," I say back, massaging his chest, "don't use up all the hot water, I want one after you." He gave me a knowing smile, but I shook my head. "As much as I'd love to, I don't think we've come that far yet." A look of disappointment flashed across his face, dimming his smile for a second. "You're right," he sighed, "guess I'm just excited." I laugh quietly as he slipped away, heading to the stairs. I finally look out the door, and felt my heart stop. We were in a drunken stupor when we came in, a stupor of passion. We never left the door frame either. The screen door had closed behind us, being on a spring, but the heavy oak door had remained open, letting the world see what we were doing. The blood left my face as I realized we had had an audience: a guy from school was sitting on his bike at the end of the driveway, just staring at me as I stared back at him. "Shit," I whispered, trying to uproot myself from the doorway. The kid gave a little salute, a salute I recognized. "Shit," I said again, watching him ride off. I finally manage to step back from the door, after watching the kid ride away. I knew him. We had class together last year. He knew who I was! This night of passion and love was suddenly crumbling into dust and blowing away on hurricane force winds. I turned, teary eyed, and slammed the door behind me. I threw myself on the couch, and wept hard into my arm. I heard the shower turn off a second later. The bathroom door opened with a squeak, like mine, I thought, and heard Danny's feet splatting wetly on the wood floor as he ran into the living room. I looked up at him, wrapped in a towel and dripping wet, and shuddered. "What's wrong?" he asked, his face soft and full of concern. I tucked my head back into my arm before answering. "What's wrong?" he asked again, running his fingers through my hair. "Someone," I sniffed, "someone was *sniff* watching us *sniff* at the door." "What?" Danny said, incredulously. "A kid *sniff* from school," I felt hot tears rolling down my face, and Danny's strong fingers continued stroking my hair soothingly. I felt him sit down next to me, and his warm, wet arms wrap themselves around me. I felt his whole body rest against me, soaking the back of my shirt. "It's ok," he whispered gently, calmingly, "it's ok." "No, no it's not," I sobbed, "he knows me. He'll tell everyone at school. You don't know, Danny, you don't know what they'll try to do to use once they find out." "It doesn't matter," he said, quietly, right in my ear, "it doesn't matter what they think. You know I love you, any I know you love me." I felt his body radiating the heat from the shower into me. I felt myself relaxing, and soon I stopped crying. "I'm ok," I whispered after about five minutes, "I just want a shower." "Ok," he said, getting up, "let me grab you something to put on, I got some sweats you'd fit in." I looked up at him, and gave him a weak smile. He returned it with a warm, comforting grin of his own, and headed up to his room. A few minutes later, he came down carrying a bundle of cloths. He'd put on some loose fitting gym shorts, but left his smooth upper torso bare. I got off the couch, and followed him upstairs to the bathroom. He kissed me gently as he left. "I'll be in my room. You know where it is." He closed the door behind him. I turned on the shower, and stepped under the hot water. I felt better, standing under the hot water, washing the sweat and dirt of the day away. My mind wondered back to the kid on the bike, and I shuddered. But Danny was right, it didn't matter what others though. I had him, and he had me. As long as we were together, we'd be able to tough it out. Half an hour later, I was dried, and walking down the hall to Danny's room, wearing a very loose pair of Danny's sweats. He'd cut off the leg at the knee, making them much more comfortable in the warm Arizona weather. I pushed open his door, and saw him laying on the bed, his eyes closed and limbs splayed across his sheets. I gently lowered myself onto the bed next to him, sitting and looking over his unconscious form. He seemed so peaceful, lying there. I felt a great bubble of love swell in my chest, and put my hands on his firm stomach. "About bloody time you finished in the shower," he said. I looked at his face, and smiled. He had one eye open, looking dead at me, and a smile played across his face. "Sorry about the shorts, they're the smallest I got." "No problem," I lay next to him on my stomach, using his strong shoulder as a pillow. "I hope you don't plan to sleep like that," he grinned at me, "I'd hate to wake up and find my arm had fallen off `cause of lack of blood." "Oh, I think I could find a more comfortable spot," I slid my body on top of his, my head still on his chest. I could feel his heart beating, faster than normal, but that wasn't a surprise. "I love you, you know that, don't you?" he asked, wrapping his strong arms around my body. I kissed his chest softly. "Yes," I whispered into his chest, right into his heart, "and I love you too." I could feel his semi hard cock pressing against my abs, and I pressed my own hardening member into his leg. "We don't have to do this," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "we don't have to go far, if you don't want to." "I want to," I whisper, sliding up his boy and looking him in the eye, "I want you like I've never wanted anything before. I want to make love with you, to feel your body next to mine." "I don't want to do anything either of us will regret," he whispered back, his hands cradling the small of my back, "I don't want to hurt you." I kissed him, hard, passionately, lovingly. I knew he'd never intentionally hurt me, but I sensed he didn't mean physically. "The only way you could hurt me," I said, my voice cracking this time, "would be to leave me alone, to go away without saying goodbye." He gazed into my eye's, and I gazed into his. The love between us was almost a physical bond, and if it were, it would be strongest when we locked eyes. "Nothing tonight," he said, hugging me tight, "tonight, I just want to hold you." "I can live with that," I wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him gently again. We lay like that for twenty minutes or so, just gently kissing one another, me stroking his sides and arms, him stroking my back and massaging my shoulders. He soon rolled me off him, and we fell asleep with him spooning me from behind. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, a small twist in the boys relationship. School for the two will probably not start in part 4. I want to take some time to explore the guys sexual relationship, so parts 4 and 5 might get a little more pornographic. But like I've said before, this is not a sex story! I just know two people in love will have sex once in a while. But the school issues are going to come up, and it's going to make the guys life a bit more complicated.