Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2003 16:54:11 -0300
From: Jon Loewe <jonloewe@yahoo.com>
Subject: Oliver Chapter One

Oliver
by Michael Jon Loewe

Young Friends t/t

If you like sex between guys, especially teen aged boys, this is your
dish. Eat! If not -- don't read it, STUPID!
The events and names have NOT been changed. This happened to me 2 weeks
ago, just after school got out. I'm new at this stuff -- so please bear
with me. My English teacher, Mrs. Wilson, says I write good short
stories for her class. Should I let her read these? LOL! I do dedicate
this story to all those stories I have read on NIFTY that get me hard
and ...well you know!

CHAPTER ONE -- Day 1 -- Summer -- 10th grade in the fall! I'll be
driving soon. But for now I get to dream as I look out my window at the
river and the trees -- feel the breeze through the open window as it
caresses my naked body. Lounging in my Papa-san chair I was casually
stroking my dick as I was enjoying the summer day. 9th Grade had been
great. I had turned 15 and played on the football and gymnastics teams
and had the lead in the school play. Life was fine -- but it was
occasionally lonely. I had a lot of friends but no close companions. I
wasn't in love but lust was almost always there. That's why I am naked
in my Papa-san chair, stroking my dick. I had a great mix of friends
between the Drama and PE departments. We did a lot of cool stuff
together -- parties -- dances -- plays --sex -- victories -- movies --
games -- sex -- but I was still searching for "the one." That person who
would complete my soul and fill my life.

I was not a novice in the sex department. I had jacked off since I was
8. I had had many sex encounters with both boys and girls. But it was
sex -- not love. I wanted to be consumed by passion for an individual --
not just lust for his dick or her cunt. I never dreamed what would
happen over the next 2 weeks.

While stroking my dick to a very pleasant orgasm, I came and shot six
times out of my 7 incher all over my sixpack with a loud moan as I heard
a funny noise. Hissssssssssssssssssss-tak. Air brakes? I looked. A
moving van -- next door. Cool -- finally someone moving into the old
house after a year. I shifted my weight, still naked -- when I was alone
I was always naked! Mom and dad were both at work and Jessie, my little
sis, was at a friends house for the week. -- I shifted my weight and
looked eagerly out the window. A car drove up and an older man and woman
got out. They were probably late fifties -- I thought "Oh, well. No kids
in that house!"
Then I heard:
"Ollie, get that dog out of the back and let him run before he goes crazy!"
I heard this boyish voice shout:
"K mum!"
There was something different here. Those voices had an accent. These
folks were from England somewhere. Cool!
I watched intently as I listened for that voice, trying to connect it
with a body. He sounded young. Maybe too young. Then I saw him. Blonde,
curly hair, square face, gorgeous smile, slender bod, not too tall and
very boyish -- about 12 or 13 I figured. But at least he was cute!

I got up and shucked on a pair of cutoffs and a tshirt and my sandals
and decided to go and meet the neighbors. I raced downstairs and then
realized that I shouldn't look too eager. So I slowed down and walked
out the door and across the lawn.

I appeared and the folks gave a start. "Hello."

"Hi. I'm ... Michael Jon...I live next door." The kid bounded up to me
and stuck out his hand.
"Hi, I'm Oliver. This is me Mum and Dad."
What a cute accent. What a cute boy. He has green eyes. I'm a sucker for
green eyes. He was about five feet two inches tall. I was right -- about
13. His eyes bore into mine and he smiled.
"Better hide your thing before it pokes out the bottom of your shorts!"
My hands were into my pockets and I pulled my dick up.
"Sorry! Thanks."
"Sallright. Just didn't want me Mum to see your whanger! Hell of a first
impression, eh?"
I decided to change the subject.
"Can I help?"
"Sure -- grab some boxes out of the car while Ollie takes the dog for a
walk! Bring `em on in to the kitchen," his Dad said.
Then Ollie said, "Do all American boys not wear underwear? I think I'm
going to like it over `ere!"
"I know I don't. Some of my friends don't. But most do."
"Wicked"
And he rushed off with the dog to let him do his business in the back
yard. I carried the boxes into the house. As I made my way to the
kitchen Oliver's Mum said, "You didn't have to bring them all at once,
now didja, son?"
I hadn't realized that I had brought four big boxes in at one time. Can
I help it if I'm strong?
"Sorry", I said, "I just took what I could take."
"Sallright. You must be into sports."
"Yes, Ma'am. Football and gymnastics ... and soccer."
"How old are you?
"I'll be 16 in November and a Sophomore in High School next year."
"Well, that's teriffic -- Ollie turns 16 in December."
Did I hear right? Oliver was 15 -- not 12? Whoa -- bet there wasn't a
hair on his body that wasn't on his head.
"That's rad."
"That's good, right, uhm..Michael or Jon?
"Yes, it's good. And it's either or both."
Oliver burst in with the dog.
"Did Jasper do all right?"
"Yes, Mum."
I, all of a sudden, had a new appreciation for Oliver.
15...cute...getting more sexy every second -- his blond curly hair and
green eyes bore into me and I felt my dick harden again. It was me who
changed the subject this time.
"So, which one is your room?"
"Come on, I'll show you!"
Leaving Jasper in the kitchen we raced into the hall and bounded up the
stairs. This was an old house probably built in the middle 1800's.
Really fine but in a little need of repair. After passing by the five
rooms on the second floor he pointed to a door and said,
"In there"
I opened the door and saw steps.
"Cool, you got the attic!?"
"Yep -- Mum and Dad said I could have any room in the house. So I chose
this one."
We again raced up the stairs. The attic was unfinished. But it was huge
and had a window at each end.
"Cool -- but how're you gonna sleep up here in the winter?"
Dad's gonna help me finish it all off -- insulation -- gyp board ,
paint. I'll sleep downstairs for a couple of weeks until we're done up
here."
You could sleep over at my house, if ya wanna, I said in my mind.
"I'd like that."
"What?"
"Sleeping over at your house for a couple of weeks."
"Shit -- did I say that?"
"Yeah -- you did!"
"Cool! You wanna?"
"Let's ask me Mum and Dad."
I love it when he says that!
We race back down stairs and dodge around the moving guys who have
started moving the furniture into the house.
"Mum?"
"Yes."
"Michael Jon has invited me to sleep over there until my room gets done.
Can I?"
"I don't see why not. What do you say, Dad?"
"Sure -- but you gotta be here every day to help!"
"Can I help too?" I said.
"Sure can. The work will go fast with all four of us."
"Cool!" Oliver and I said at the same time.
"The insulation and gypboard arrive tomorrow. That too soon to start?"
Ollie said, "No way -- tomorrow? Cool!"
He held out his hands and I slapped ten with him.
I said, "So, what's to do now?"
Ollie's Mum said, "Just unpack what the movers bring in. Are your
parents home?"
"No -- they're both at work. They'll be home about 5 pm tonight."
"Well, then I guess you're with us for the day!"
"Cool!" Ollie and I said again simultaneously.
As the movers brought the boxes in Ollie's parents would tell us which
rooms they went to. They had the truck unloaded in about 3 hours. We had
boxes stashed in every room -- furniture placed everywhere. Ollie sat in
a big old armchair and I sat in the one opposite him. I threw my leg
over the arm and Ollie gasped.
"What?"
"You got a big whanger!"
I realized that just about all of my dick and all of my balls were
hanging out the leg of my short shorts.
"Sorry!"
"Sallright! I like big whangers!"
His eyes caught mine. We stared at each other for a few moments. I
spread my legs again and hung it over the chair arm again and Oliver
smiled and winked at me. I winked back. He got out of the chair and came
over to me and held out his hand. I took it and he led me upstairs to
the attic. We got up, after having closed the door at the bottom, and he
was still holding my hand. He dropped it for a minute and walked over
near the window on the far end. He turned around facing the window and
motioned me over. As I came up to him his pants dropped to the floor and
his tighty-whities followed. He had a nice ass. Cute and pink.
"I thought it only fair that since I've seen your whanger -- you should
see mine."
My eyes popped wide as Ollie turned around. He was, as I had suspected,
completely hairless. But his cock, uh whanger, was as big as mine. He
stood there as his penis erected. I stared. My mouth went dry. My dick
responded.
"Holy shit, Ollie -- what a cock!"
"Is it okay, is it?"
"It's teriffic!"
"So's yours!"
My dick was at full mast and Ollie grabbed me by the shoulders and put
our dicks together tip to base.
"Shit!"
"We're the same size!"
We were. No more than an eighth of an inch difference in the length of
our teen tools. Ollie reached out and tickled my dick. I slipped my hand
under his hairless balls and caressed.
"Mmmmmmmm. Feels good!"
"Hell, yeah!"
Ollie leaned up and kissed me gently and tentatively on the lips. I
responded and kissed him back very strongly and he responded to me and
we entered each others mouths as both our hands became active on each
others bodies. We stroked each others cocks as we tongue wrestled. Other
hands roaming over butt cheeks and chests. I broke the kiss and stared
at Ollie. I then took off his shirt and he took off mine. We stood there
in our sandals feasting on each others naked bodies. His was cute and
boyish but lean and strong at the same time.
"Wow, you've got huge muscles and a huge, hairy whanger. How much do you
lift?"
"About 220 on Bench and 200 overhead"
"Shit!"
"I like your body, Ollie. So smoothe. I pressed my hands to his nipples.
They roamed all over his hairlessness -- down to his pubes and his bald
crotch.
"God -- this is amazing! I've never seen a hairless one so big! You're a
lucky man!"
"You mean you are a lucky man!"
"Is this for me?"
"Any time you want it!"
"So, you're gay, right?"
"Duh, what was your first clue?"
He kissed me again and we fondled balls and dicks. He started stroking
my shaft and I returned the favor. We kissed and stroked, stroked and
kissed. I explored his balls, behind his balls, his tight little pucker,
his shaft, his big dickhead, his bare pubes. He explored mine. Our
kissing and our moaning became so intense that I didn't realize that my
dick was shooting all over his leg. I broke the kiss to watch. He
watched too as his cock erupted in big globs of cum. His body spasmed as
mine finished shaking. His head was thrust back and his eyes were closed
as his cock spurted out it's creamy stuff. I held my hand out and got a
little bit on it and brought it up to my mouth. I tasted his sperm and
savored it on my tongue. I watched him as I licked my hand. His eyes
opened and he kissed me again.
"What's that?"
"Your gizz!"
"Thought it tasted familiar!"
He reached down to his leg and scooped up a big glob of my cum and
brought it to his lips.
"Mmmmmm, yummy cummy!"
I cracked up. Then I kissed him to taste my cum from his lips. We both
"mmmmmd and ahhhhed" as we tasted of each other. We scooped or licked up
all the cum from each other's bodies. I handed him his unders and he
threw them on the floor and reached for his pants.
"I'm gonna freeball it, like you!"
God -- had this really happened? Had I just had sex with a hot Brit who
was now my next door neighbor? Ollie kissed me again. Yep! I had!
"You're fucking gorgeous!" Ollie said as he stood back and pulled up his
pants and pulled on his shirt.
"Thanks, Ollie. You're they cutest guy I've ever met!"
Ollie handed me my shorts and shirt. I slipped them on and he took my
hand. We stared into each others eyes for a long time, smiling and
holding hands and staring. I think I'm in love. I heard in my mind.
"Me too!" I heard from Ollie's lips.
Shit! I've got to stop doing that!
I kissed him again and he kissed me back. I groped his crotch and held
my hand there as I kissed him. He tickled my dickhead through the leg
opening of my shorts.
"I just had a thought!"
"What's that?"
"You're spending the night!"
We embraced tightly, locking lips and using tongues. It was going to be
a great two weeks.


Copyright 2003 by Michael Jon Loewe