Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 19:49:19 -0800
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Kid Next Door
Readers Warning: The following fictional story contains elements of sexual
contact between minor boys, between 11 and 13 years of age. If the subject
matter offends you, if it is not to your tastes, or if you are a minor and
not of legal age; then perhaps you should find other things to read.
This story is written and posted by:
______About A Boy_______
The Kid Next Door
For most kids, getting out of school is a welcome thing. Whether it be
the holidays, summer vacation, or just a simple weekend. Time away from
school is good time. In this case, it was winter break, and all the public
schools were closed for the week.
The kids all love it of course. But parents, who still have to work,
sometimes scramble trying to make arrangements to watch their young ones.
For most of the older kids, it's no big deal. They can take care of
themselves, or go places just to hang out with friends. But when you're in
Junior High School, most of us are caught between childhood and, well, not
quite childhood.
Both my mom and dad have to work, and the good thing is that I had just
turned thirteen a few weeks ago. They decided I was old enough now that I
didn't need someone to watch me all day while they were gone.
My name is Kevin, and I am more than happy to be out of school for the
week. Even though spring is just around the corner, it's been really cold
and wet around here. So winter break wasn't getting off to the best start.
I didn't care all that much, all I wanted to do was hang around inside
playing video games and stuff. It wasn't any fun to be outside when the
weather was nasty like this anyway.
My house is on a cul-de-sac, along with three other houses. There are
two little kids who live in one of the houses, and there is also a boy who
lives next door to me, his name is Jacob. He's just eleven, two years
younger than me. I can't say we're like close friends, I mean I like him
and all, but since he's younger we don't really hang out much together. He
comes over and we shoot hoops a lot in the driveway though.
He lives with his mother next door, and apparently his mom had asked my
mother if I could kind of keep an eye on him during the winter break. She
had to work all day, just like my parents. My mom had agreed, without
consulting me of course. But I didn't really care. It's not like we had
to hang out or anything, I was just supposed to keep an eye out for him if
he needed anything.
It was only Tuesday, the second day of our time off, and I was lying
around the living room just watching TV. It was shortly after noon, and
there was a knock on the door, so I went to see who it was. Looking out
the peep hole, I could just see that it was Jacob the neighbor boy, so I
opened the door. He was a cute kid with long brown hair and soft brown
eyes. But right now, the poor kid was standing there on the verge of
tears. He was soaking wet, shivering uncontrollably, and he looked totally
miserable.
"Geeze Jake, what's up?" I asked him.
"I locked myself out of the house." He shivered, a tear rolling down his
cheek. "I was out messing around and it started pouring, so I came home,
but I forgot my key and... I tried for half an hour, but I
co... (Shivering) couldn't get in, and... And..." But he started shivering
so hard he could barely continue.
I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, closing the door behind us. I
felt really bad for him, he looked totally miserable. He'd been outside in
the pouring rain, and it had been unusually cold. His clothes were wet,
and his hair was plastered across his forehead, and dripping with water.
"Dude, are you okay?" I asked, putting my arm around his shivering
shoulders. "We have to get you warmed up! Get you into a warm shower or
something." We were still standing in our entryway, so I told him to take
off his wet shoes. Jake bent over, but his hands were shaking and cold, so
he struggled trying to undo the laces.
"My fingers... I can't get this loose." He shivered pathetically. So I
bent over to help.
"Here Jake, I'll get them. Sit down on the step." I told him. Jake sat
on the stairs and I knelt down and pulled off his wet shoes and socks. I
could feel how cold his feet were. "Come on." I told him, and I led him up
stairs to my bedroom. "You gotta get out of this wet stuff."
I have a bathroom connected to my bedroom, so we went in there and I
turned the shower on. Jake stood there shivering, and I helped him pull
his wet clinging shirt off over his head. I watched him as he tried to
unbutton his Levi's, but his hands were simply too numb. I moved his hands
out of the way, undid the button, and then a little uncomfortably I took
hold of his zipper and pulled it down for him.
I looked up at him, but he was too cold to feel awkward about the
situation, so I pulled his wet jeans down off his hips. Lifting his wet
cold thigh, I pulled his foot out of the pants leg one at a time. Finally
taking hold of his underpants, I peeled them off him as well, and standing
up I ushered him into the steaming shower.
Jake stood under the warm water, letting it wash over and warm him. In
the mean time, I gathered up his wet clothes and took everything downstairs
to the laundry room, tossing them all into the dryer.
Heading back upstairs, I went into the kitchen, figuring he needed
something warm inside him as well. I decided to heat up some soup for a
minute in the microwave, and when it was ready I took a large cup of it up
to my bathroom.
"You doing okay?" I called through the shower door.
"Yeah." Came his timid reply. "Thanks..."
"If you're warmed up a little, I have some soup here for you. I'll get
you a fresh towel." I told him. Setting the soup on the counter, I walked
out into the hall and grabbed a fresh bath towel from the linen closet.
I took it back into the bathroom where Jake had just turned off the
water and opened the sliding shower door. He stood there timidly, naked,
looking at me.
"Come on." I said, and I put the towel around him as he stepped out.
"Have some of the soup." I directed him. And while he sipped at it, I
began to dry his back with the towel. Jake seemed to really appreciate my
help, and he stood there as I briskly rubbed the towel across his back with
my hands, trying to warm him further.
He turned, and looking up at me he didn't seem all that shy about being
naked. We had seen each other nude before, last year in the locker room at
the local pool, so I suppose there was no reason to feel uncomfortable.
Like I said, Jake was a cute kid, and as he stood there, I noticed his body
was lean and fit. He wasn't circumcised, and his dick looked to be about
three inches long. His youthful testicles hung fairly loosely below in his
smooth, bare scroatum, and for whatever reason, I began thinking he looked
really, really nice.
As for me, at thirteen my dick is almost four inches. I'm cut, and
have a sparse growth of about a dozen soft brown pubes beginning to fill in
above my dick, though nothing on my balls. I'm about five feet, four
inches tall with dark brown hair, and hazel eyes. I'm also pretty much
into sports, so I guess I have a pretty trim look as well.
Anyway, as we stood there, I couldn't help but notice that I was probably
was a little too interested in Jake's body. I felt my own boy parts stir
just a bit as I looked at him. I don't know if it was his nice body, or
just his innocent nature, but either way I felt oddly interested in him. I
had never really noticed him that way before.
I'm still firmly in the grips of puberty, so like most kids, this means
quite a few unexplained feelings and urges randomly having their way with
my young genitals, causing my dick to spring to life with no rhyme or
reason whenever it chooses; usually without consulting me. I can't really
say what my sexual preference is, I don't think I even know. Horny. Is
that a preference? I mean, sometimes I'm attracted to girls, but I've felt
the same feelings for a cute boy as well, like I was doing now with Jake.
Whatever it was, he was clearly exciting me. I guess it was the total
look of innocence on his face. It made me smile. I looked at his
nakedness, standing there with his arms clutched tightly to his chest like
cold people do. His skin looked so smooth, and with the sheen of wetness
and the beads of water rolling slowly down his bare chest, he was quite an
appealing sight.
Jake took the towel now and continued to dry himself off. I told him
that I had put his clothes in the dryer, and figured it would be about
thirty minutes till they would be warm and dry enough to put them on again.
I figured he would need something to wear, so I went to my closet and
pulled out my robe, and then took it back in to him.
"Here." I offered. "You can put this on till your clothes are dry. I
don't think my clothes would fit you, or you could wear some of them. I
may have some shorts if you want." Jake took the robe and pulled it on.
"Nah, this is good enough. Thanks!" he said, and he looked at me. The
look on his face turned soft, grateful. He put his hand softly on my
arm. "Thanks for helping me like this Kev."
"Not a problem Jake. So are you doing okay?" I asked him. Jake smiled
and nodded at me. "Come on, I'll make us a sandwich or something." He
followed me down to the kitchen and stood at the counter while I pulled
stuff out of the fridge to make us a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches.
Tosted up just right, we grabbed some chips and took everything into the
living room to eat, and watch some TV.
We just sat on the couch together and talked about all kinds of stuff
while we ate. I guess it seemed kind of funny that I hadn't really gotten
to know him very well before this. It was just the age difference I
suppose; because I was finding that I really liked him. He was pretty
cool, and in truth, we had a lot of similar interests.
When we finished eating, we just kind of sprawled out on the couch
talking and watched the TV. Jake pulled his feet up on the cushions and
began rubbing them.
"Still cold?" I asked. And he nodded as I reached out and touched his
cold feet. I could see the goose bumps on his lower legs, and since I was
so intrigued by his smooth skin, I took his foot in my hands and rubbed it
between my palms to warm it up. He looked at me with an appreciative
smile, and then we heard the buzzer for the dryer; letting us know his
clothes were dry. But rather than jump up for it, I took his other foot
into my lap and began softly rubbing and warming it as well.
"Man," Jake sighed, as I was rubbing his small toes. "That feels really
good. It's pretty cool that you're doing all this for me!"
"Well I couldn't let you freeze to death." I joked. "Your mom would
kill me..."
"Yeah, well still... Most kids wouldn't, like, warm my feet and stuff."
He said. Then, after a pause, he smiled. "I really like you Kevin, you're
cool.." he said softly.
"Ah, it's no big deal." I told him. "My mom's a physical therapist at a
sports clinic, so she knows all that kind of junk. Like how to massage and
stuff. She's practiced enough on me that I guess I kinda' know how to do
some of it. I can do a pretty good back rub too." I laughed. Jake smiled
and closed his eyes, enjoying my warming foot rub.
"Well you can give me a back rub sometime, if you want? That would feel
good I bet."
"Sure, no problem dude. I'll give you a great back massage anytime you
want." I replied hopefully. Because the truth was, I was more than
enjoying rubbing his bare feet. In fact, I was enjoying so much, my own
boy parts waere starting to stiffen a bit in my shorts. And with his foot
still in my lap, I began to wonder if he was aware of it. That question
seemed to be answered when I heard him giggle quietly to himself.
With his feet finally warm, we went down to pull his clothes out of the
dryer; and as I took them out, Jake slipped off my robe. I couldn't help
but notice that now it was his young boy tool that seemed partially stiff,
and he made little effort to hide it. I was curious as to what he was
thinking about, that was causing his stiffy. And I was equally curious
about his foreskin, because I was finding that it was very intriguing to me
as well.
I watched him as he pulled on his underwear and tee shirt. He slipped
on his warm socks, and then slowly pulled his jeans back on; much to my
disappointment. Then we went back upstairs and just hung out until we
noticed that his mom had come home from work, so I walked him down to the
front door.
"Thanks again for helping me today Kevin. I'd have been in deep shit
without your help."
"Like I said, no problem Jake." I smiled.
"Ya, well thanks anyway. I guess I better get home now. See ya
later..." and he headed out.
"Hey..." I called after him. "You wanna' come over tomorrow? It's still
supposed to be shitty weather, so maybe we could hang out over here if you
want." He turned and grinned at me.
"Really? Sure that would be cool! Thanks Kevin."
"Sure. My mom leaves for work about nine thirty. So come over anytime
after that ok?" With that, Jake nodded at me and hurried off across his
driveway.
When I went to bed that night, I couldn't help but think about Jake, and
the time we had just spent together. Not only was he a pretty cool kid,
but I found that I was surprisingly attracted to him in other ways as well.
Like most thirteen year olds, I usually jack off after going to bed. I
have a few dirty magazines hidden in my room that I usually use to get off
with, but tonight I was thinking about how soft Jake's skin had felt. I
began to wonder if he was old enough to jerk off yet...
I though about Jake being uncircumcised, and wondered what that felt
like. With my under shorts down around my thighs, I spent some time
examining my own soft young penis. I tried to pull the skin of my shaft up
over the tip, pretending I still had my foreskin. Then I began to slowly
rub myself and quickly started to bone up as I continued thinking about
Jake, and his sweet little body. I was enjoying the feelings of course,
but I was kinda' tired and I never finished the job, and ended up falling
asleep that night with my dick going soft in my hand.
_____________Chapter Two
The following morning I woke up about eight thirty, and when I threw my
covers off, I had to laugh because my shorts were still pulled down to mid
thigh, the way they were when I had fallen asleep. I reached down and took
hold of my soft dick, determined to finish what I had started the night
before. Thinking about Jake again, it didn't take long...
After using my shorts to wipe up the gooey mess on my stomach, I went in
and took a shower, and then threw on a tee shirt, shorts and a pair of
ankle socks. My mom was running a little late, but she still was cool
enough to fix breakfast for me before she headed off to work. When I
finished eating, I cleaned up the kitchen and then headed back upstairs to
my bedroom.
I turned on my laptop, and signed in to my iTunes account to download a
song that I wanted. I was sitting there listening to the music and kind of
singing to myself when I heard the doorbell ring. By now, it was about
quarter to ten and figuring it might be Jake, so I quickly hopped out of my
chair and went down to answer the door.
"Hey Kevin." Jake greeted me when I opened the front door.
"Hi Jake." I grinned. I was really glad that he had come over. He came
in and slipped his shoes off on the landing. "Come on up to my room. I'm
just checking some stuff on iTunes." He followed me to my bedroom, and we
sat around my computer while Jake checked out my music library.
"Cool." Jake commented as he looked through my tunes. "I love most of
these songs. Oh man, you like this one too? This one is one of my
favorites." He told me as he pointed to a newer song by Jason Mraz.
"Do you have some of these on your iPod?" I asked.
"Nuh-uh. I don't even have one of those." He shrugged.
"Serious, no iPod? Hey, hold on a sec." I told him. I went to my
closet and starting digging through it, eventually finding the box I was
looking for. I rummaged in the box till I found a small plastic case. "Ah,
here it is..." I said as I turned to Jake. "Here dude, this is for you..."
His eyes went wide as he looked at the small box I had given him.
"What, seriously? You're giving me this? Are you kidding?"
"No, not kidding. I got one for Christmas, and the other one was from
my birthday. Both my mom and my grandmother bought me an iPod. We never
bothered to exchange it, so you take it, it's yours."
Jake looked at me with big eyes, and a huge grin. I thought he was
gonna cry or something, but he leaned over and put his arm around me in a
brief hug.
"This is so cool!" he beamed. "Dude, these are expensive. Are you sure
about this?"
"Absolutely. It's just stuck in the closet. I'll never use it, so go
ahead take it." He was excited. "Come on, let's get it charged up and we
can download some stuff onto it."
We spent about an hour and a half loading up the tunes he wanted. Jake
was funny to watch, he was so excited about my gift, and it made me feel
good to see him all happy like that.
The rest of the morning we spent watching a DVD in the living room. It
was still cold outside and since we have a gas fireplace, we turned it on
so the room was warm and comfortable. We were just sitting there on the
couch when Jake `accidentally' squeaked out a small fart that got both of
us into a giggling fit.
I was able to break a little wind of my own, and we were both laughing
so hard we were almost crying. The next thing I knew we were wrestling
around on the floor, each of us `tooting' one out once in awhile, and
giggling like little girls.
It was a blast just messing around like that, and in the end we lay on
the floor breathing hard and laying in a tangle with each other, one of
Jake's legs was resting across my belly. I felt really comfortable with
him, like we had been friends for a long time. We were both wearing
shorts, and his bare leg felt warm against my esposed stomach. I lay my
arm across his leg, and glanced at his small bare foot. I couldn't help
but notice again how smooth and soft his skin looked, and felt.
After catching our breaths we decided we were hungry, so we went into
the kitchen to make lunch. This time Jake helped me make up some Tuna
sandwiches, and we sat at the kitchen counter eating and chattering away at
each other.
"So, what classes do you have this year?" I asked. He was two years
behind me so I was curious if he had any of the same classes and teachers
that I had back then.
"Ah, just the usual stuff; English, Science, and then third period I
have Math. Then I have Social Studies. The new semester starts in a few
weeks and I'm a little worried, `cause this year we have P.E. and Sex
Education."
"Yeah, so why are you worried about that? P.E. is really fun. You get
to play all kinds of sports and stuff." I told him.
"Yeah, but... The thing is, we have to take showers after class." He
confessed to me.
"Huh? You're not shy! You've showered in public lockers before, like at
the swimming pool..." I reminded him.
"I know. It's not that." He blushed a little. "It's just... Well
sometimes other kids make comments, you know... Because I'm not, you know,
circumcised."
"What? Hey, don't worry about that Jake. Some kids are just stupid.
It's their problem, not yours. Besides, I saw you naked yesterday and...
Well, I think it looks... I mean, you look really good!" I told him, and
then I blushed a bit. He looked at me with a crooked smile for a moment.
"Thanks." He said, perhaps a little embarrassed himself.
"So, you're taking Sex Education too. There's nothing wrong with
that." I insisted. But I noticed him blushing a little this time. He
crinkled his nose a little, feeling awkward.
"It's just... Embarrassing. I don't know anything about that kind of
stuff Kevin. Other kids know things, so I know I'll just feel stupid."
"Jake, most of the boys your age don't know anything about that stuff.
They just act like they do so they can pretend to be cool."
"Ya, but some have older brothers and stuff, so they do know some
things." Jake said honestly. "I just don't wanna be laughed at."
"Come on, I have something that might help." I told him grabbing his
wrist. I towed him along back up to my bedroom, and I had him sit on my
bed while I went to my `secret hiding spot' and dug out some of my dirty
magazines. "Check these out..." I told him slyly.
We plopped down on our bellies, side by side on my bed, and I leaned
the magazines against my pillow. Jake looked over at me and grinned
sheepishly. We began thumbing through the magazines. Jake clearly had
never seen stuff like this before. I grinned as I watched his excitement,
and the look on his face.
"Dude, dude, slow down." He kept saying, not wanting me to turn the
pages so fast. His eyes were wide, and he touched the tip of his tongue to
his lips. I noticed that he was squirming a little, kinda' rubbing his boy
junk against the bed. Finally he reached down underneath himself to make a
minor `adjustment.' I grinned at him, amused by his reaction. Then, I had
to reach down and make my own adjustments. But it wasn't the magazine that
was getting me stiff, it was Jake.
Jake started asking me questions. What's this, what's that, are they
all this big... It was kind of funny, but endearing at the same time. As
we lay there side by side, our legs were touching each other, and I was
very much enjoying the contact of his skin against mine. We both had to
reach down to adjust our stiffs several times. The first time we had been
somewhat covert about it, but now neither of us made any effort to hide it;
we both knew we were sporting erections.
Jake and I spent a long time looking through the magazines, and by the
end of it I was so horny that I wanted to jack off right then and there. I
wished afterwards that I would have suggested it to Jake, because I would
have loved to have seen his dick all boned up. But I was too embarrassed
to bring it up...
Before long, the afternoon was growing old, I figured we had better wrap
this up. For now anyway... Jake was still asking me other questions,
still trying to prepare himself before his Sex Ed class started, but I
figured we had time, and I told him we could talk probably talk more about
it later.
I hid the magazines, and made him promise that everything we looked at
and talked about was just between him and me. He looked at me like,
`Duh...' Of course he wasn't going to mention any of this. This was our
secret, and actually it bonded us even more to have something like this
shared between us.
We spent the rest of our time in the living room near the fire, until
once again his mom had come home and he had to leave. We agreed that he
should come over again tomorrow, and both of us were already looking
forward to it...
I spent the rest of the day doing some chores that my mom wanted done,
and when my dad came home I went with him to the store to get some stuff
for dinner. Later in the evening I stayed up in my room messing around on
my computer till around ten, and then I decided to hit the sack and quickly
got ready for bed.
After locking my bedroom door I hopped into bed and immediately pulled
off my underwear, and then stretched myself out. I started thinking about
the day, and smiled as I remembered the look on Jakes face when I had given
him the iPod. He was a funny kid, and I had to laugh about his excitement
and rapid fire questions as we had looked at the girlie magazines. I
really wanted to see his dick, boned up...
Without even thinking about it, I took hold of my soft dick and began
squeezing and stroking it slowly. Thinking a little about the magazines,
but even more so about Jake, it didn't take long for it to stand at
attention, demanding to be boy handled. So closing my eyes, I began
working my young tool, shifting my hips frequently from side to side. I
fantasized about the pictures for awhile, and then visualized Jake reaching
beneath himself and squeezing his own dick with his fingers.
All the while I was rubbing my free hand across the inside of my thighs,
and gently manipulating my testicles. I thought back again, picturing Jake
naked in my shower, and imagined what it would be like if we jerked off
together, or even if I somehow got to touch his soft dick and foreskin with
my fingers.
Then hiking one of my legs out to the side, I reached around my hip and
began rubbing the warm crease of my butt. Sliding my fingers across, and
into the moist warmth between my firm cheeks; all the while continuing to
rub my fully erect boner.
I began to jerk faster, as those wonderful feelings started to tingle in
my abdomen. My thighs began to tense, my mouth made several uncontrolled
contortions. `Mmm, Jake...' I moaned softly, surprising myself. I was
fantasizing about him as the feelings became wonderfully intense.
I fought off the first contraction, not allowing myself to squirt;
holding it back till the next spasm arrived, and then I let it all go. Hot
boy spunk blasted from the end of my stiff hose, only to fall warmly onto
my bare chest. Three more spurts rapidly followed as my youthful orgasm
charged through my young body like a wonderfully numbing bolt of
electricity.
I lay there breathing heavily for a minute as my heartbeat thumped
excitedly in my chest, with the last dribbles of ejaculate still oozing
onto my fingers. I felt pleasantly drained as my warm penis slowly went
soft in my sticky fingers. At last I hopped up and went into my bathroom
to clean up. Milking the last drops of boy honey from my flaccid cock, I
wiped it off on a tissue and then wiped the sticky mess off my chest and
right nipple.
When I had finished, I hopped back into my bed and pulled the covers up
over my still naked body. Stretching out again I sighed contentedly, and
held my soft dick in my hand as I drifted off into a sound sleep, and
eventually a nice dream about Jake and me.
___________Chapter Three
The next morning I slept in till a little after nine, and after
stretching away my long night's slumber I hopped out of bed and grabbed a
pair of boxer briefs from my closet. My mom had already gone to work, and
since no one was home I just walked around in my underwear. I made myself
some cereal and toast for breakfast, which I slathered up with blackberry
jam and then chowed down.
After cleaning up my dishes, I went into the family room and turned on
both the TV and the stereo. Yes, both of them. Because of course, you can
never have too much stuff going on at the same time.
I began singing and dancing to my music, just sort of goofing around. I
know most of the latest hip hop dance moves, and it's just kinda' fun
dancing around like an idiot in your underwear. I don't take myself
seriously or anything, it's just fun to do shit like that when no one is
watching and you can pretend you're a pop star or something.
After awhile the door bell rang and I figured it might be Jake, but
since I was still in my undies I peeked out the window just to be sure it
was him. It was him, so I went down and opened the door for him. As he
came in he looked at me and grinned.
"You didn't have to get dressed up just for me..." He laughed as I stood
there in my boxer briefs.
"Cute." I grinned. "Now get in here so I can shut the door, it's
friggen cold out there."
"Well, next time you should answer the door in your `Thermal'
underwear..." he joked as he slipped his shoes off. We went back upstairs,
and with one of my favorite songs still blaring from the stereo, I looked
at Jake and bounced into a few hip hop slide steps just trying to be funny.
Jake laughed, and then to my surprise he launched into some hip hop
moves of his own. I stopped dancing and smiled, the little guy could
dance. We spent about half an hour showing each other which hip hop dance
moves we knew. It was a hoot, and we both laughed as we gyrated our hips,
and grabbed our crotches like Michael Jackson, or Usher. All of this, made
even more humorous by me still wearing only my boxer briefs.
Later we went back to my bedroom and I slipped on a pair of shorts and a
tee shirt. We had decided to grab our bikes and ride up to the Wal Mart,
to buy some goodies to munch on while we watched DVDs. It wasn't raining,
just cold, so when we went over to Jake's house to get his bike, he also
grabbed his jacket. I suppose it must seem kind of strange, both of us
wearing our jackets, and in shorts at the same time. We're just kids
though, we're supposed to do dumb stuff like that, right...?
"Hey... I just remembered. Since you hooked us up with lunch the last
two days, my mom wants us to take some lasagna and French bread from my
house for lunch today. So remind me to grab that stuff when we get back."
Jake said.
"Oh... Sure, that's cool." I answered. Then Jake quickly showed me his
bedroom and stuff. When we finished, we rode our bikes up to the store to
get our goodies and spend some time looking around a little. Finally we
bought our stuff and decided to head back home. When we got back, Jake
dumped his bike in his garage and went inside to get the lunch his mom had
saved for us. We took it back to my house and stuffed it all in the fridge
for later. Then we kicked off our shoes and socks to get comfortable.
We settled into the living room to watch a movie, and I turned on the
gas fireplace again to keep us nice and toasty, and with goodies in hand we
sprawled out on the couch. It was kinda' nice sitting all cozy together
for an hour and a half while we watched the movie.
"So..." Jake said when the movie finished. "You think maybe we could...
Maybe look at those magazines again? I kinda wanted to ask you some more
stuff." he begged hopefully. I smiled at him.
"I was hoping you were going to ask to do that!" I told him. "Come on."
We hopped up off the couch and went back to my bedroom where I pulled out
the magazines, including a few new ones, and we sat on my bed with pillows
propped up under us. Jake grinned as we started looking through the
magazines again.
It only took a few minutes before I noticed he was grabbing at his
crotch again, openly fondling his tented shorts.
"Feels good to do that doesn't it? I asked him, gesturing to his hand,
still squeezing himself. He looked over at me blushing just a bit, but I
made it quite obvious that I was doing the same thing.
"Ya..." he grinned, as he watched me slide my palm over my own boy
bulge.
"So, how often do you beat your meat?" I asked him boldly.
"Huh?" he looked quizzically at me, but with a wry smile on his face.
"Oh you know... Beat your meat. Jerk off, pound your pud, spank your
monkey... You know, how often do you masturbate..." I grinned at him
knowingly.
"Uh, ohh..." He responded shyly, blushing again at my question. "I was
gonna ask you about that, you know. Like how you do it and stuff. I mean,
I..." he hesitated, clearly embarrassed.
"Dude!" I grinned at him, and put my arm around his shoulders. "Are we
friends or what?"
"Yes." Jake answered shyly glancing at me.
"Ya we are. So you don't have to be shy or embarrassed around me. We
can talk about anything you want. You can ask me anything, and I'll tell
you the truth. Or, I'll show you!" I told him somewhat suggestively. He
looked at me to be sure I was being sincere. "So, have you ever tried it?"
I asked sincerely.
"Well... Sometimes I rub myself a little." Jake replied softly. "Like
when I get a boner. But I don't really know if I'm doing it right. And
some kids talk about coming. I think that's when the stuff comes out... I
think, but I've never done that. Have, have you?"
"Totally! All boys do that stuff. It's called cumming. It's when you
shoot your sperm. I'm not sure if you can do that yet, cause you're only
eleven."
"Eleven and a half!" he corrected, with a slight look of disappointment
on his face.
"Hey, I don't know, maybe you can squirt. But if not, you can still
have an orgasm. It's kind of the same thing, without the mess." I laughed,
but Jake wasn't quite sure what I meant.
"So then, how do you do it? Make it squirt I mean." he asked
innocently.
"You want me to teach you?"
"Yes please." He plied innocently, with a shy grin.
"Well... You want me to, like, show you?" I asked. He looked up at me,
then blushed, and slowly nodded. "Okay! Here." I said, as I handed him
the nudie magazine. I looked at him again, then suddenly feeling a bit
shy, I slowly undid my shorts. I hesitated for a moment, and then slid them
and my underwear halfway down my thighs. Jake's eyes were wide as he
looked at my partially stiff penis. He glanced back up at me, surprised,
and then peeked down again at my rapidly stiffening boyhood. "Come on." I
said, nodding toward his pants. "Pull yours down too."
He looked up at me again, somewhat timidly. I smiled reassuringly at
him, and he looked down at his own pants. He began fumbling with the
button, finally getting it undone. Jake unzipped his fly, then looked back
at me once again. He took a slow deep breath, and then slowly slipped his
shorts down his hips to his knees. We both looked back and forth at each
others erection, comparing them, the way kids do.
"Wow..." I said quietly.
"What?" he asked a little nervously. "What...?"
"Nothing dude." I chuckled. "Yours looks really cool when it's stiff,
that's all."
"Really? You think so? Thanks. Yours does too." he said, as we looked
at each others totally erect boy tubes. "You've got some pubes huh!" Jake
noted, as he leaned in a little for a closer look at my sparse little
offering of a dozen or so short brown silky sprouts
"Ya, just a few. You... You can touch em if you want?" I offered
honestly, hoping that he would. Jake looked up at me and smiled softly.
Then he timidly reached out and rubbed my pubes with his fingertip.
"Wow, their really soft." He said, and then with his other hand, he
rubbed his finger across his own bare pubic mound. "I don't have any yet."
"Not for awhile." I told him. "I just started getting `em a few months
ago." I looked over at him, then reached out and slid my finger tip across
his bare skin, just above his penis. It felt so buttery smooth, and since
his boner was sticking up and pressed firmly into his pubic mound, I softly
slid my finger across it as well, causing him to shiver.
Jake giggled, and his penis twitched when I touched it. "I think your
foreskin is so cool." I told him. "Can I feel it?" He looked up at me
again, then down at his own dick.
"I guess." He said timidly. He watched as I touched my finger tip to
his soft spongy foreskin. I wiggled it around a little, and then lightly
pinched it between my thumb and forefinger. It felt totally awesome. It
was warm and kind of squishy, and I could feel my own dick twitch excitedly
against me. I still had a hold of his stiff boy tube, and feeling totally
curious, I slowly pulled his foreskin down a little, exposing the plum
colored head of his young boy cock "Whoa... That looks so cool." I grinned
at him. He smiled, pleased at the simple compliment.
"Will you show me how to jerk... I mean, beat my meat?" Jake asked,
poking fun at me. I laughed, and then took my own hardon in my fingers,
and began stroking myself slowly. "Some boys wrap their fist around it,
like this..." I showed him, jerking it slowly in my fist. "Some guys do it
with just their fingers." I changed my grip, holding my boner between my
thumb and a few fingers. "This is how I like to do it. It feels way
better this way."
I began jerking myself off, and Jake watched intently, very intrigued.
"You can do it either way, but when you do it with your fingers you have
more control." Jake had taken hold of his own erection emmulating me, and
tried doing it both ways.
"I like the way you do it." He told me, as he continued jacking himself.
"Oh," I said, "Here's something else I like to do. While you jerk off
you can take your forefinger (I demonstrated) and wiggle the tip of it
around just under the head of your dick. That way you can really get the
`good' feelings going?"
He shifted his dick in his fingers and tried what I had just showed him.
I flipped through the dirty magazine while we jerked off, and as we did, I
deliberately moved my bare foot over and began rubbing it softly against
his. He seemed to like the contact, in fact he stroked his toes on my foot
as well.
"It's starting to feel funny!" he told me after about five minutes.
"Good. Keep doing it dude. Speed up a little, and really work your
forefinger on it." He did just as I told him, and I noticed his legs begin
to twitch a little. I looked at his face, and he was making interesting
expressions with his mouth.
"Something's happening..." He said, squirming around a little. "I think
I have to pee or something. I've never really rubbed it this long before."
"No it's not pee dude, it's better than that. Keep going Jake, you'll
see. Faster..." I urged him. Jake kept jacking it, and continued making
odd contortions.
I could tell he was getting there. His legs were twitching more and
more, and his foot pressed firmly against mine, with his toes curling, and
clenching. He put his head back and I heard him begin to moan with audible
pleasure.
I kept stroking my own dick, totally excited by watching him work
himself. I reached out my other hand and laid it on his thigh, softly
rubbing the inside of his leg. I let my hand brush up against his balls,
and he began moaning louder as he wriggled his hips around.
"Kev... I think... Ah, Uhhhh, ahhhhhh... Oh shit, it feels so...
Ahh, ahh..."
"Don't stop..." I told him. I watched his stomach tense, and draw in,
his foot pressed tightly against mine, and his testicles drew up tightly
like large marbles against him. "OH... Ohhhh shit..." He moaned and
suddenly went rigid. I watched as his dick began to spasm in his fingers,
and the purple cherry tip of his dickhead swelled again, and again as he
moaned pleasurably, his face contorted in ecstasy... Then, with a huge
sigh and a shudder he went limp. He was breathing hard, and moaning with
painful delight.
I kept jerking my own spike, totally turned on by what I had just
watched. The magazine had long since been abandoned, seeing Jake's young
dry orgasm was far more stimulating than any pictures. My feelings were
building rapidly toward my own climax now.
"Watch Jake..." I muttered, "I'll show you what cumming is." I began
stroking hard. Jake leaned in to me to watch, his warm hand settled on my
bare thigh. Like Jake, I began to twitch, and moan as the feelings climbed
inside of me. "Here it comes." I grunted, pulling my tee shirt up under my
chin. "Uhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh..." My balls drew up tight and the rest of my
body seized into the grips of glorious, unforgettable climax.
A huge string of jizz spurted from me. Another, then another, in rapid
fire. Pulse after pulse of creamy clearish white boy juice, flew up onto
my chest and belly. My eyes were squeezed shut, or I would have seen that
Jakes eyes had opened wide with amazement.
"Awesome..." I heard him breath as I collapsed back drained, weak, and
breathing heavily. Jake looked on closely, studying the soupy puddles of
sperm clinging to my chest and stomach. "Wow..." he whispered as he turned
his attention back to his own semi stiff dick. Holding it tenderly in his
fingers, he peeled back his foreskin to expose the moist purple mushroom
tip. Jake spread open the slit, and examined the glistening residue that
he found there. "Is this sperm of something?" he asked hopefully.
I had recovered just enough to look over at him, and happily slid my
finger across the tip of his young penis, wiping away the small amount of
wetness. I rubbed it between my fingertips.
"It's not really sperm." I told him. "But it's kind of sticky, so it
might be pre cum or something." Jake looked at me quizzically so I
explained the difference between sperm and semen. He hung on every word,
and looked again at the clearish sticky mess on my chest. I grabbed some
tissues from my night stand, and slowly cleaned myself up.
When I milked my dick, to squeeze the last few drops out of it, I was
very surprised when Jake touched his finger tip into it, and then he rubbed
it experimentally between his finger and thumb. He even put his hand up to
his face, to sniff at the subtle erotic aroma of it.
After a few minutes recovery, with our dicks laying there limply we
finally pulled our shorts back up, and I stashed the magazines. We sat
there for a little while longer, enjoying the endorphin rush we had just
had. Finally I got up and flushed the cum filled tissues. This had been
more than fun, it was totally amazing.
After awhile we decided we had built up quite an appitite, and made our
way downstairs into the kitchen to heat up the lasagna that Jakes mom had
made for us. We sat at the counter as we ate, (it was excellent by the
way) and Jake had a few more excited questions about his body, and other
sex stuff. I answered everything as best I could. I told him there was a
bunch of other stuff that I could teach him later if he wanted, and we
decided right then that he would come over again tomorrow for another
`lesson'.
When we finished cleaning up, we went back to the family room to watch
more tv. This time though, when we hopped up onto the couch, we weren't
sprawled all over the length of it. This time Jake kind of snuggled
innocently up against me, and we pulled a little blanket over us for
warmth.
It was really cool. We had really bonded, and were so comfortable with
each other now. Of all things, jerking off together had sealed our
friendship in an intimate way. I don't know about Jake, but as for me, I
was really enjoying the warmth of his young body now as we lay pressed up
against each other. We pretty much watched the whole movie that way, and
whether he realized it or not, Jake was affectionately rubbing his bare
foot against mine.
We finished up the afternoon by playing some X-Box until it was time for
him to go home, and I was actually disappointed this time when he had to
leave. Jake was a neat kid, and I really wished we had hung out more often
before this. As he got ready to leave, Jake sat on the steps near the
front door slowly pulling his socks and shoes back on.
"So you wanna' come over around ten?" I asked hopefully.
"Sure, that's cool." He stood up and looked at me. "Thanks Kev. That
was some really cool stuff you showed me today. Some really, really cool
stuff." He laughed.
"Ya, well, practice makes perfect..." I told him with a wry smile. "So
have fun practicing... See ya tomorrow ok?" Jake grinned, and surprised me
with a gentle hug before stepping out the front door. "See ya..." He
smiled back at me. Man, what a cute smile he had.
____________Chapter Four
On Thursdays, they have an open swim at the indoor community pool. So
when Jake came over the next morning, I asked if he might want to go
swimming. He liked the idea, so we called his mom, and then mine to make
sure it was ok to go.
Early swim starts at eleven, so we quickly gathered up our stuff and
rode our bikes down to the Rec-Center. There weren't a lot of people there
today, which was cool. The locker room was pretty empty and we grabbed a
locker down at the end of the row and began changing into our swim suits.
I couldn't help but watch Jake as he stripped down. His eye caught
mine, then he peeked at my dick, and a big grin crossed his face.
"You gonna' teach me some more stuff when we get home?" he asked slyly.
"Maybe..." I teased. "If you're `UP' for it..." But Jake didn't get my
little joke. I had to laugh to myself, I loved his innocent nature.
After we had our suits on, we snagged our towels and went out through
the hall to the pool deck. The air was fairly cool in the pool area, and I
hoped the water would be warm enough to feel good.
"I hope the waters warm." Jake said. He went over to dip his toes into
the pool to check. As he stuck his foot in the water, I `accidentally'
bumped him, causing him to fall forward with a big splash into the pool.
"Hey..." He came up grinning and wiping water out of his eyes.
"What? I was trying to give you a hand." I laughed. "So how's the
water?" Jake answered by scooping a handful of water and splashing me. I
grinned as I dove into the pool alongside him.
We splashed each other for a minute, and then wrestled a bit as we tried
to dunk each other. Jake jumped on my back and wrapped his arms and legs
around me.
"Ride me around." He told me. "You get to be my horse."
"Oh, I `GET' to be your horse huh?! Lucky me." But in truth, it felt
good having his nearly naked body wrapped around me like that. He clung
tightly to me as I moved around the pool, occasionally trying to `buck' him
off. I'd spin one way, and then twist the other way rapidly trying to
spill him.
We swam around for awhile and played with their foam skim boards. We
were jumping from the edge of the pool onto them, seeing how far we could
surf. That is, until the life guard gave us the `settle down boys' look.
But we had a good time anyway.
At the end of the session, we grabbed our towels and went back into the
locker room. Jake followed me into the showers and we began washing the
chlorine off. I decided to strip off my swim suit, and as I had expected,
Jake did likewise.
We talked and laughed while we showered, and then whispered to each
other when some older guy came in to the shower area on the other side from
us. He was kind of a fat guy, and we giggled to ourselves at how gross he
looked.
When we finished up, we made our way back to our locker to dry off and
get dressed. I really liked looking at his naked body, and Jake, well he
took more than a few extended peeks at me as well. Just as we finished,
Jake looked around mysteriously, and then started laughing as he ripped a
loud fart. That got me laughing hysterically, and we quickly grabbed our
towels and wet swimsuits and got the heck out of there. We were still
laughing as we went outside into the cold weather, unlocked our bikes and
with wet hair, started the ride home.
When we got back to my house, we put our bikes away, and quickly headed
inside where it was warm.
"Kev, are you hungry, cause I kinda' am...?!
"I was just thinkin' the same thing. We've got some junk in the fridge
I think." So we went in to the kitchen to rummage around a bit. I opened
the freezer and found some mini pizzas. "Ya, this looks good..."
"Cool by me." Jake replied. We put a couple of them in the microwave
and grabbed a few cans of soda. When the Pizza's were done, we took our
stuff out to the family room, and sat near the warm fireplace again to eat
and watch a little TV. Jake's a funny kid, and as we sat there he made me
laugh while we ate our pizza. After we finished eating we just lay on the
floor with a bunch of throw pillows that we had gathered from the couch.
It was kinda fun just relaxing there, watching the tube with the warmth of
the fire making it feel all cozy.
"Hey," Jake looked over at me. "Remember the other day; you said you'd
give me a backrub sometime? Well...?" he said suggestively.
"Sure, I could do that, I guess." Actually, I had been hoping this
might come up again. "So, you want like a regular back rub? Or... A
super deluxe, special, really, really good back rub?" I looked
questioningly at him and smiled.
"Ok, what's the super duper really special back rub?" he laughed.
"Well with that one you get my `magic' fingers, all over..."
"Hmm... I'm not sure exactly what that means." Jake said. "But I want
that one!"
"Good choice bro. Okay, so take your stuff off, and get comfortable."
He looked over at me with a small questioning smile. Then he pointed to
his shirt.
"Should I take this off?" he asked. I nodded at him, and he pulled his
tee shirt up over his head. Then he pointed to his pants. "These too?" he
questioned.
"It's up to you dude. It would be more fun that way, I think." Jake
grinned at me, and with out any hesitation he slipped out of his pants. He
looked at me curiously. I smiled and shrugged at him. He hesitated a
moment, and then lay down on his stomach near the fire.
I straddled Jake, and kneeling down I settled in sitting across his
butt, then put my hands softly on his upper back. I began a slow massage,
rubbing firmly all over his back for several minutes; slowly working my way
down to his slim waist.
From the little cooing sounds he was making, I gathered he was enjoying
it. I know I was. Jake's head was resting on his hands with a very
contented look on his face. I took hold of the waistband on his underwear
and pulled them gently down a little, exposing the soft white skin of his
upper butt. Then I began firmly rubbing his lower back, totally enjoying
the feel of him in my hands. With the soft, pleasurable sounds he was
making, I decided I wanted to make him feel really good, by stepping it up
a little.
"Hang on a second." I told him as I stood up. I went back and got a
beach towel from the linen closet and a bottle of baby oil from my mom's
bathroom. I took the towel to Jake and told him to spread it out on the
floor, and get comfortable. Then I took the oil to the kitchen and warmed
it up in the microwave.
When it was ready I went back out to the living room and put it down
near Jake. He looked at me with an amused curious look.
"What's that for?" he asked.
"Hey, you said you wanted the `super deluxe rub.' This is part of it
dude. Lay down. And you may want to take your undies off so they don't
get all oily." He hesitated for a moment, thinking about it, but then
seemed to like the idea, and with a shy smile he slipped his underpants
down, and then kicking them off, he lay down on his stomach again.
I pulled off my shirt and pants and knelt down sitting across his bare
ass this time. Now things felt much better. I squeezed some of the warm
baby oil onto his shoulder blades, and began rubbing the warm slippery
lotion over the firm contours of his firm young back. I could totally tell
that he was enjoying this by the soft cooing sounds he was making.
I worked my way slowly down his back, kneading his muscles with my
hands. Then I poured more of the warm oil onto his butt. He sighed as it
trickled down into his crack and I began to rub and squeeze his firm round
butt cheeks, eventually sliding my fingers into his warm crease. I felt
him jump as my oily fingers slid across his pink boy pucker, and his butt
cheeks tensed, and then casually relaxed, accepting my warm touch.
"Ohhhh, man..." he sighed heavily. "Shit that feels so good." He slid
his legs apart just a bit, so I could reach between them, and spread the
oil on the soft spot between his scroatum and anus. His legs were limp as
I rubbed between his soft thighs. But it didn't just feel good to him
though; I was totally excited by the feel of his smooth bum, and as my
fingers slid over his tender boyhole again, I became aware of my own
growing erection.
Slowly I continued on down his beautiful firm legs. I took extra time
when I reached his feet. They looked so nice, and it felt wonderful
holding them in my hands and rubbing his soft warm soles with my thumbs. I
loved fondling his little toes as I worked the oil into them. Jake was
purring with pleasure; or it may have been me.
"Roll over." I told him after many minutes. "I'll do your front now."
Jake rolled onto his hip. He hesitated almost shyly a moment and then
shifted himself to lie on his back. I was greeted with the sight of his
young penis, fully erect and pressed firmly against his abdomen. He looked
at me kind of timidly, wondering if he should be embarrassed. He could
tell right away though that it was ok, because he noticed that I was also
pitching a huge tent in my underwear. He grinned then, and he surprised me
when he reached out to give my 'tent pole' a quick squeeze through my
shorts.
"Kev... You too?!" he smiled.
"Are you kidding me?" I told him. "This feels so good to rub on you,
how could I not bone up?" I grinned, when I saw his face light up.
"Take yours off too." Jake told me. I was all in for that, and standing
up I peeled off my under shorts, freeing my erect boyhood and letting my
balls hang loosely in the open air. I sat back down on him, my naked skin
against his, my balls settling softly against him. If I hadn't been hard
already, that certainly would have done it.
Since Jake was lying on his back now, I poured some more oil onto his
young torso, watching as it rolled down his chest into the soft curves of
his flat belly, filling the indent of his navel. I lay my hands on his
chest and stroked him, rubbing my fingers gently over his little nipples,
feeling the smooth taught curve of every muscle. I had scooted up so I was
sitting across his upper thighs; my soft boy sac was nestled cozily against
his. The feel of our bare warm skin in contact with one another was beyond
description, and it felt so good that I was already leaking a drop of
precum.
As I rubbed him, Jake watched me intently with that soft boyish smile on
his lips. He was enjoying this as much as I was. I continued rubbing the
baby oil onto his skin, and I looked at him intently when I had reached his
lower abdomen.
Rubbing the oil onto his smooth, bare pubic mound, I could feel my own
excitement build when my fingers bumped his very stiff prick, which was
firmly pressed there. I looked him in the eyes and raised my eyebrows,
wondering if he wanted me to continue the massage, and include his youthful
boyshaft.
"Well?" I asked. "Should I get your `good' parts?" I laughed.
"You said this was the supposed to be the super deluxe massage! So..."
Jake teased me. Exactly what I had hoped he would say. I looked at his
sweet dick, then reached out and took hold of it. I gave it a squeeze, and
then rubbed his warm boy shaft in my hands. Jake closed his eyes and
rolled his head back, enjoying my firm, yet tender grip.
I began massaging, (oh hell, let's be honest) I began jerking him off.
His oily prick slid smoothly in my fingers. I worked him with one hand,
and with my other greasy fingers I began gently rubbing his young ball sac.
Jake squirmed beneath me, totally engrossed with me manipulating his
genitals. I shifted my position, so I could spread his legs and kneel
between them. This way I was able not only to tenderly massage his
testicles, but also reach between his legs, gently stroking the soft area
between his scroatum and anus again.
He moaned with pleasure. With my left hand I continued to fondle with
his young penis. With my right, I gently fingered his pink sphincter.
Softly rubbing my oily fingertip around, and over it; tenderly probing his
puckered boy grommet.
"Uhhhhh..." He began to moan excitedly. "Kev, that's so friggin'
awesome..." He panted. I swallowed contentedly, closing my eyes. This
was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced; my own dick twitched, and
another drop of precum formed at its tip.
I continued stroking Jake's cock, pulling his foreskin up and down over
its purple tip. Holy shit, this was turning me on so bad... I wanted to
do some things with Jake, but I didn't know if he'd be game for some
serious sex play, so I decided just to enjoy the moment.
I pulled my other hand away from between his cheeks, and lifting it
toward my nose, I breathed in his soft boy scent which still lingered on my
finger. I couldn't resist, and I reached down and took my own boy shaft
into my hand, and began stroking it softly. Jake continued to squirm and
moan beneath my touch.
He laid his hands flat on my thighs, squeezing them joyfully in the
throws of his own pleasure. I could feel his thighs bang against my legs
as he began to twitch excitedly, building toward his inevitable boy orgasm.
"Ohhh... Oh shit Kev..." He gasped. His hips lifted off the floor, as
if trying to feed his dick further into my hand. "Uhh, uhh... Uhh..." He
grunted. "Oh shi.... " I opened my eyes in time to see his smooth young
balls suck up tight against him. His body went taught beneath me and his
hands squeezed my thighs powerfully. It was his time...
It was so cool to feel his penis writhe in my hand as it pulsed in
orgasm. It convulsed dryly, yet there was indeed a little gleam of
moisture now seeping from the tip of his glans. Finally with a great
contented moan, he shuddered, and went limp around me. I stopped stroking
him and ran my finger over the tip of his now spent penis. It jerked, and
I could feel a tremble course through Jakes firm boyish body.
He lay there eyes closed, his chest heaving. It was so damn erotic...
I kept jacking myself off, totally worked up now. The stirrings were
there, drops of precum rolled down the head of my dick onto my fingers, and
the tingles and twitches were starting to take me. Jake had opened his
eyes, and he watched with excitement as I reached my ultimate climax.
"Here it comes..." I groaned, and with a deep sigh my dick ejaculated
its hot seed, spitting my jizz onto Jakes naked oiled body. The first
pulse of it splattered up onto his cheek and neck, the next ones splashed
warmly over his chest and stomach.
After half a dozen glorious squirts, I was drained, trembling, and
could barley move. I knelt there, wobbling for a moment; enjoying the
feelings, as my boy boner started to go soft. Jake hand's were absently
stroking my thighs, and he totally surprised me again when he reached out,
and holding his own dick in one hand, he took my softening tool with his
other, and he tenderly rubbed the two sensitive tips together. Sperm
dripped from my glans as he squeezed it, and its sticky wetness dripped
across the head and foreskin of Jake's penis.
"There!" he said. "Now I `came' too..." The sensation of our warm gooey
boy parts rubbing together was another feeling I will never forget. Jake
giggled at the feeling, and he looked at me with a huge boyish grin.
Finally I lay down on my side alongside him, with my hand resting on his
firm belly. We lay there naked, just resting and recovering together for a
number of minutes. Finally I noticed the time, and figured we had better
get cleaned up. It wouldn't be long before Jake would have to go home, and
I knew my mom would be home in about an hour as well.
I got slowly to my feet and reached down to take Jake's hand and pull
him up. We gathered up the towel from the floor, and tossed all the
pillows back up onto the couch. With everything in the living room
straitened up, we went back to my bedroom.
"We should maybe hop in the shower to get this baby oil off, ya?" I
suggested.
"Ok cool..." Jake nodded at me. I started the shower and we climbed in
together, with Jake in front. We started soaping ourselves up, chattering
about how amazing that had been. I began innocently washing his back
without being asked. And though I had no sexual thoughts when I started, I
did begin to bone up a little as I ran my soapy hands over his warm
backside. When I got to his butt, Jake even seemed to stoop over a little
to let me wash his butt crack. The whole shower turned out to be a
fantastic moment, and almost lovingly we helped each other wash various
body parts, simply enjoying the intimate feeling of each others touch, and
our growing friendship.
After our shower we dried off and got dressed, then spent the last of
our time downloading a few more songs onto our iPods. It had been a really
fun day, and both Jake and I were sorry to see it come to an end. When his
mom got home from work, we reluctantly said our goodbyes and Jake turned to
give me a another lingering hug before heading out the door.
Ordinarily I might have felt embarrassed and a little uncomfortable with
such a thing, but right now, I was touched that Jake felt connected to me
like that. I watched him jog across the yard, into his own driveway, and
then disappear into his house, wondering all the while what tomorrow might
bring.
_____________Chapter Five
That evening my dad took us out to dinner; mom didn't feel like cooking.
We stopped at the grocery store on the way back so they could pick up a few
things, but I wasn't excited about going into the store, so I stayed in our
SUV and listened to tunes on my Ipod. They didn't take too long, and soon
we were back at home.
Later that evening my mom asked where her bottle of baby oil had gone.
Yikes! I went to retrieve it from my bathroom; then had to make up a story
about how swimming had dried out my skin, so I had borrowed it. Sounded
reasonable enough, but it made me smile as I thought back to the real
purpose for it.
When I went to bed that night, I didn't even give a thought to jacking
off. Nothing could possibly feel as good as what Jake and I had done
earlier in the day. Still, I slipped my hand into my under shorts though,
and held my soft member in my fingers as I drifted off to sleep reliving
the fun that we had.
I woke up about eight thirty the next morning and I could hear my mom
rustling around in the kitchen. I got dressed and went in to grab a bowl
of cereal, but she had cooked breakfast for me, so I wolfed that down
instead, while she got ready for work. At nine thirty she left, and I gave
her a hug at the door (I didn't do that very often) and she seemed happy
about this little show of affection.
Around ten I looked out the window to see if Jake was on his way over.
His mom's car was gone, so I figured he'd be here shortly. In the mean
time I turned on my laptop and began poking around the web a bit. After
awhile the phone rang; it was Jake.
"Jake, what's up bro? You coming over or what?"
"I don't think so Kev. I'm not feeling good." He said softly.
"Huh...? Your mom's gone though; she isn't staying home to take care of
you?" I asked him.
"Nah... I didn't tell her I was sick. It's hard for her to miss work."
Jake told me.
"Wow. I'm sorry dude, that sucks. Are you like throwing up and stuff?"
"No. It's not that bad. I just feel kinda crummy is all. Maybe I
caught cold or something when we rode home from the pool yesterday with wet
hair." He guessed.
"Hmm, I don't know Jake. Hey, you want me to come over? I'll sit with
you if you want. We can just hang out and stuff."
"You'd do that? Sure, if you want... I'm just lying around in bed." He
said quietly.
"I'm gonna come over then bud, for a little while anyway. Is your door
unlocked?"
"I dunno. I'll let you in, just ring the doorbell, kay!" We hung up,
and I shut off my computer. I was only wearing shorts and a tee, but I
figured that was ok, and headed out the door. I quickly crossed the yard
and went next door, and rang their doorbell.
Jake opened the door. He was standing there in his underwear with a
blanket wrapped loosely around him. He was lacking his usual boyish smile,
and I felt bad for him.
"Hi..." he said with little enthusiasm.
"Awe... Come on, you need to rest." I led him back to his bedroom, and
taking the blanket off his shoulders, he crawled back into his bed. I
pulled his covers up around him, and just like my mom might do, I felt his
forehead. He wasn't warm, so at least he didn't seem to have a fever.
"Have you taken anything yet? Aspirin, or like cold medicine or
anything?" I asked. Jake shook his head no. His eyes were kind of
droopy, and I gave him a little smile as I left the room.
I walked into their bathroom and looked through the cabinet, but I
didn't see anything but Tylenol. I told Jake to hold on a minute, I'd be
right back. I ran back over to my house and grabbed up some Nyquil cold
capsules from our bathroom and a bottle of Welches Grape Juice from our
fridge; then took it back over to Jakes house. I poured him a glass of
juice, and took it into his bedroom.
He smiled slightly at me. "Here, drink this juice. And this is some
cold medicine. The label says its okay for people twelve and older. But,
your close, so I don't think it will kill you." I laughed, and Jake managed
another soft smile.
He took the Nyquil and washed it down with the grape juice, which he
really seemed to like. Then he smiled softly at me.
"Thanks Kevin. This is cool of you to do this."
"No biggie..." I told him. When he finished the juice, I took the
glass, and helped him settle in. We turned on the small TV that he had in
his room. And I sat on the edge of his bed. He looked at me, and then
pulled the covers down a little.
"Get in here, I'm cold." He said. I grinned at him. I had already
taken my shoes off, so I crawled over him and slid down under the covers
along side him. Jake snuggled up against me as we watched TV. After
awhile he rolled toward me with his eyes closed, he nestled in with his
head tucked into my neck and chest. I glanced down at him to see that he
had already dozed off.
I lay there content in the moment. This felt so wonderful, peacefully
lying with each other. I put my arm around him as he dozed, sharing the
warmth of my body. Closing my eyes I quickly drifted off to sleep as well.
About an hour later I woke from my little slumber. I opened my eyes to
see Jake looking at me with a sweet look on his face. He was still
snuggled in against me, and he smiled tenderly at me.
"Thanks." He said very quietly. Then shifting his position, he raised
his head, leaned in and surprised me by gently kissed me on the cheek. It
was such a tender moment, I thought I might cry.
We spent the rest of the day together just lounging around, watching TV
and resting. I made lunch for both of us, and had him take a few more of
the Nyquil capsules. Jake was feeling much better by the end of the day
and he was able to get up and getdressed before his mom got home.
She came home at the usual time, and she was pleased that Jake and I had
bonded the way we had. She invited me to stay for dinner, so I called my
mom to get the okay. I spent the rest of the evening over there. We had a
nice dinner, and then we played several board games (yes, with his mom)
before Jake and I went back to his room. We hung out there awhile, but it
was getting late, and I supposed it was time for me to go home.
Jake was feeling pretty good by then, and we talked about maybe having
him spend the night at my house on Saturday. We decided we could talk
about that tomorrow, and Jake walked me out to the front door.
"Thanks again for sticking around here today." Jake said genuinely.
"Hey, it's no fun being sick by yourself." I told him. "Guess we'll
talk tomorrow." Jake nodded and then he stepped forward and wrapped his
arms around me in another warm hug. He squeezed me tightly this time. A
little something extra to express his thankfulness for our new friendship.
It spoke volumes about young Jake, and his desire to be loved.
I looked back over his shoulder to make sure his mom wasn't around, and
then drawing back just a bit, I leaned in and returned the gentle kiss he
had given me earlier.
We smiled at each other, neither of us embarrassed, neither of us
uncomfortable. We had shared an innocent, tender moment. I had a feeling
we would be spending a lot more time together; because quite simply, I was
falling for the kid next door...
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