New Neighbor
by Rob Warr
Chapter 3
A step backwards
That day in the park sort of set the mood for all our get-togethers after that. We roamed the neighborhood and the town, and eventually I began to introduce him to other kids. At first I was reluctant to do so, as I wanted him all to myself, but it seemed like we weren't really going anywhere with our relationship, and I decided maybe I was reading more into it than there was.
There were no more kisses, no more hugs, and neither of us were mature enough or brave enough to share our feelings as we had that one time. So for now, things were on hold and I decided to just relax and let things happen if they were going to, and not worry about it so much.
It was a Wednesday, warm and sunny as most July days were in Oklahoma, and we'd just gotten a slush at the DQ and were sipping away at it while we walked along, talking about nothing in particular.
Up ahead, a red-haired boy on a bike came into view and I recognized him right away as Timmy Higgins, who was also 13 and would be in 8th grade come fall, just as Simon would.
Simon noticed him too and was just about to ask me something, like 'Do you know that kid?' when the kid sped up and screeched to a halt in front of us.
"What's up guys?" the freckle-faced kid said grinning, all the while staring at Simon.
"Hey, Timmy, this is Simon, my new neighbor. He moved into the old Sander's house."
"Yeah, cool. How old are you Simon?"
"13, you?" Simon said smiling, but looking a bit nervous.
"Cool, we'll be in 8th together, maybe we'll have some classes together."
"Yeah, that would be cool," Simon said, looking at me for guidance.
"Timmy is cool," I said giving Simon a wink.
"Oh," Simon said, then finally understanding my real meaning, he blushed a bit and said with emphasis, "OHH!"
"What?" Timmy chuckled, "what you been telling the new kid?"
"Oh, nothing," I chuckled, "just told him about the creek and skinny-dipping, that's all."
"Oh, shoot, everyone does that," Timmy scoffed, "even some girls. Yuck, girls, smellin' up the water," he joked.
"Yeah, right...pretend you don't like seeing those girls naked," I chuckled, "I saw that boner you popped when Lisa Robinson showed off her boobies."
"Well, I'm only human," Timmy said grinning, "So...what you guys doing, besides sucking up slushies and not offering me any?"
I laughed and handed my half empty cup to Timmy, "here, you can have the rest, I've had all the brain freezes I can handle today."
"Okay, I guess you ain't got no germs I ain't already been exposed to," he joked as he slurped up a big enough portion to cause him to moan in pain, "Oh man, that feels so bad, but so good, too..."
Simon laughed, "Just sip it slowly, and it won't do that."
"But that's the fun part," Timmy moaned.
Simon just shook his head, but I could tell he liked Timmy right away, and I was right. Over the next few weeks he and Timmy became good friends, and though I was with them most of the time as well, I began to get jealous after awhile. What had happened to our mutual infatuation and that closeness we'd felt at first?
Had Simon just been lonely and unsure about the move and needed someone to reassure him that things would be okay? And now that he was over that, was I yesterday's news? It hurt, but I tried not to act like some star-crossed lover and I almost succeeded.
Now, today some parents might be suspicious of a 16 year old boy taking interest in a boy three years younger than him, but those were simpler times back then, and both our parents thought it was cool that the two of us had become friends. I think Simon's folks were relieved for him to have an older friend to protect him and show him the ropes, because both were busy with their lives, not to mention Ruthie took a lot of their time. As for my folks, they had accepted long ago that I got along better with kids a bit younger than me and had even complimented me several times for my mentoring abilities and protective nature when it came to the boys I took under my wing. If they only knew.
Though I liked younger boys in general, I had my standards, and 3 years was about the limit as far as our age difference. My sexual awakening came at around age 12, and most of the boys I played with were around 10 or so. I did play once or twice with older boys, but I was sort of turned off by hair and sperm at that point in my life. I have since overcome that, but I still preferred younger boys, but only those who had reached puberty. So, I didn't consider myself an abuser or a predator or a child-molester, just a horny teenage boy.
Timmy had been one of my sex partners back when I was around 14 or so, and he'd introduced me to a few of his friends that also liked to mess around. Most of the time it was just mutual jerking, but a few liked to get blown and I loved doing that. Of course most couldn't come wet at that age, but the orgasms were just as powerful, maybe even more so, and I got rave reviews, which led to more boys coming forth to sample my talented mouth.
I never considered anal sex, though I did like looking at boy butts and fantasizing about touching them and such, anal sex seemed too dirty and painful to attempt. I supposed that some day, when I was much older, I might change my mind, but for now hand jobs and blowjobs were enough to keep me happy.
But of all the things I'd done, all the things I'd fantasized about, that kiss with Simon had been the most exciting and most desirable. How many times had I laid in bed thinking about those lips, about looking into those deep pools of blue as we moved closer and our lips met? I would spring a boner every time with the inevitable action to follow, but afterwards I would always feel unfulfilled and lonely. I wanted more than sex with Simon, I wanted love.
August came, and with it temps near 100 degrees. Both our homes had air conditioning, but that was a rarity back then, and most of our friends did not. That was one reason the creek was so popular that month, and even Simon and I spent a lot of time there.
I remember the first time we went there and how it took a long time to get Simon to finally undress and get in the water with me. Fortunately, that day there were only a couple of other boys there and no girls, otherwise I might never have convinced him to take the plunge. Once naked and in the water he was fine and we had a great time, even playing around with the other boys there. However, the most we did was a little grab-ass, though I did feel a hand on my pecker once or twice and I eagerly returned the favor.
So, that first hot August day that I suggested we hit the creek, Simon was eager to go. His dad was at work, as usual, and his mom had taken Ruthie back-to-school shopping. You know how girls are, always up for a shopping trip, while us boys put back-to-school shopping off as long as possible.
As expected, the place was packed. I counted twelve heads, at least two of them girls, all ages from about 8 up to 14 or 15, and all seemed to be having a good time. A few called out hello when they saw us, and we waved back as we began undressing.
The usual wolf whistles echoed across the creek as we got down to our undies, then with a flourish we tossed them aside and began walking quickly toward the water to more wolf whistles and cheers. I heard someone gasp, and I think it was a girl, 'He's got a big one.' I'm pretty sure they were talking about me, and I was flattered and pleased, even if I was pretty sure I'd never want a girl to touch it or get that close to it.
We were met by a few of the kids as we finally reached the middle of the creek where the water was four feet deep or so. I could stand easily here, but Simon was sort of floating and keeping his head above water as we talked with the others.
One of the boys was Danny Michelson, and he'd brought his cousin, Anny, who was 12. She was cute, blond and slender with a tan that suggested skinny dipping wasn't new to her. She came across as a bit of a tomboy and I liked her right off. She and Simon got along well too, but for some reason I wasn't jealous of her. I was more jealous of Timmy, who just happened to be out of town that week visiting his grandparents on their farm.
The sun shone brightly and directly on us in the middle of the creek so eventually we moved to the far side to take advantage of the shade cast from the huge trees lining the bank over there. There was a rope swing with a tire on it and some of the boys were taking turns at that, but I could tell Simon wasn't comfortable getting out of the water and being exposed again, and so I didn't do it either.
However, Anny had no problem climbing out, dripping wet and all tan and naked and bravely tackling the tire swing. I remember watching her as she swung out over the creek, then as she let go of the rope her legs spread wide and I got my first really good look at a girl's pussy. I was neither repelled nor impressed, rather thinking it was kind of neat and kind of pretty, but still of no real interest to me. Later, Simon and I would discuss that and he seemed to agree. Well, that was good, wasn't it? At least we both preferred boys.
We had a good time that day, but eventually the kids began to leave in ones or twos or threes till it was just Danny and Anny. Danny and Anny, I chuckled to myself, sounds more like twins than cousins.
Danny suggested we climb out on one of the big rocks near the tire swing and do some sunning, and though I could tell that Simon had some doubts about that, but with a little urging from me he finally agreed.
He needn't have worried, neither Danny or Anny paid us much attention, instead stretching out on their backs and shielding their eyes form the sun with an arm as they lay sunning and drying a bit.
I took a moment to look both over and confirmed once again that I thought boy parts were more interesting than girl parts, then lay down beside Simon, shielding my eyes from the sun as well.
I felt Simon settle in beside me and then his foot touch mine and I felt a stirring in my crotch. Even the simplest touch from this boy had me going, and I longed for more. Again I thought about kissing him, and if we'd been alone I very well might have done just that. But as it was, I just lay there feeling the softness and warmth of his foot spooning mine and hoping there would be more to come, when the opportunity arose.
I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep until someone was gently shaking me and I looked up to meet Simon's lovely blue eyes and his cute smile.
"We need to go, Joey. I have to be home by 5:30 for dinner."
"Oh, umm, okay," I said sitting up and yawning, "hey, where are Danny and Anny?"
"They left already," Simon said rubbing his flat smooth belly, then bringing his hand to his chest as if to brush something away.
"Oh, okay," I said standing at last, "first, I gotta piss," I said walking to the edge of the rock and aiming my stream into the rocks below us, "ahhh, that feels better."
Simon laughed, "I peed already," he said sounding embarrassed.
"Did you enjoy your first look at a naked girl?" I chuckled as I shook off the last few drops and joined him again.
So we discussed girl anatomy and agreed that while interesting, it was not that exciting for us.
"So, you like boys better then?" I dared.
He nodded, "I always have, mostly older boys."
"Like that boy back in your old town?"
He nodded again, "We were close."
"You miss him, don't you," I said, suddenly realizing this might be the reason Simon and I weren't moving forward with our relationship like I'd hoped.
"A lot," he sighed, "but I am so glad I met you and that you introduced me to the other kids..."
"But..." I began, not sure if I could say the words that had suddenly sprang into my head.
"What?" Simon asked, looking embarrassed and nervous.
"Nothing," I sighed, "come on, let's go get dressed."
We were wet from the waist down by the time we reached the other shore, but fortunately we'd both brought towels and were able to dry off a bit before dressing. We hadn't spoken since the awkward exchange on the other side, and it seemed both of us were reluctant to begin a conversation.
In silence we headed off through the woods, finally coming out on the trail that led to the park, then breaking out of the trees and into the hot August sun. We hurried along then, finally draping the wet towels over our bare shoulders to shield us from the sizzling rays of the sun.
We made it to our street in record time, reaching my house first and we stood there in the drive for a moment, still not speaking as we eyed each other awkwardly.
"I had a good time," Simon finally said, "do you want to get together after dinner?"
"Nah, not today," I said, hoping I didn't sound as hurt as I felt, "maybe we can do something tomorrow."
"OH, sure, yeah....definitely," Simon said looking hurt as well.
I almost grabbed him then. I wanted to hug him so bad and tell him I was sorry and that, yeah we could get together after dinner, or anytime he wanted, but my stubborn pride or whatever kept me rooted to the spot.
"Okay, well...night," I said smiling weakly.
"Yeah, goodnight, uh...Joey..."
"Yeah?"
"Nothing," he said turning to go then, "see you tomorrow," he said as he headed to his house.
I watched him till he went inside, hoping he'd turn to look at me, but he never did, and I went inside feeling as if I'd lost something very important and that it was because of my own foolishness that I'd done so. Mom called hello to me and I said hi back, then I went to my room and didn't come down again till I was called for dinner.
Next door I figured Simon and his family were having dinner at just about the same time and I wondered if he was thinking of me as much as I was thinking of him. I was moody and it must've shown, but fortunately, my folks were used to dealing with a moody teenage boy and they didn't press me. God love them for that. I do think I would have broken down and cried like a baby had either of them asked me what was wrong.
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