New Neighbor
by Rob Warr
Chapter 4
Mood swings
As I lay in my bed that night, I thought about Simon and how he'd looked that day at the creek. He was perfect in every way, but it wasn't his body that attracted me to him, well at least that wasn't the most important thing. It was how he treated me and others. His kindness, his...dare I say it? Sweetness, and his intelligence, and on and on. He was truly an amazing person and the fact that he was blessed with a perfect body and face was just icing on the cake.
He smiled a lot, and it was contagious, in fact most of the time I was with him I was smiling too. Well, maybe not so much earlier when I was in that funk, but even laying there in bed and thinking about him brought a smile to my face.
I sighed and considered doing what teenage boys do when they're alone in their bed at night, but it just didn't seem right. I didn't want my relationship with Simon to be based on sex, not that we'd done anything so far, but I knew that if I masturbated my thoughts would eventually turn to Simon and his perfect body.
From somewhere outside my window I heard a dog bark, then a car speed down the street, and suddenly I couldn't help but wonder what Simon was doing at that exact moment. Was he thinking of me? Was he rubbing one out? I giggled at that, but I also felt a stirring in my underwear. What if he was doing it at the exact moment I did it? Wouldn't that be awesome? Only how would we know? It wasn't like we could see each other or talk to each other on the phone while we did it. I laughed again, wouldn't that be cool if it was possible?
But it made sense, he might be only 13, but he was a teenage boy and this stuff was newer to him than me, so...there was a good chance he was jerking it a lot more than even I was. I smiled and felt my dick go fully hard. Odds were he was either jerking it right now or he'd done it already, and was laying there feeling all warm and satisfied and...that was all it took. I jerked my underwear down, threw back my sheet and went at it. And...as expected, Simon's beautiful naked body and angelic face were right there in my mind as I went at it. Needless to say it didn't take long, and I barely had time to grab my cum towel before the fountain started spewing it's warm sticky load.
As I came down from my high I realized two things. First: that I had just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and Second: I didn't feel the least bit guilty thinking about Simon as I did so. It took me a moment to realize why though. Then it was so clear to me that I almost shouted out the answer. I was in love with Simon and sex with Simon, even this mental sex, was okay because after all, sex was just an expression of love. My dad had had the talk with me when I was 11 and I remembered him saying something about sex with love was way better than just sex, and now I understood what he meant. At the time of course I'd been so red-faced and uncomfortable that I wanted to run away, but he'd been well prepared and eased me into things slowly and I'd actually learned a lot that day. He'd explained that masturbation was natural and normal, and even though I was embarrassed to hear those words, that knowledge was so utterly reassuring and liberating that it was worth enduring all the rest of the talk.
Looking back on that time, I felt a tug at my heart. My dad was truly someone special and I will never forget the way he talked to me that day. He treated me as an equal, not waxing things over and finally answering my questions, no matter how stupid, with adult seriousness. I'd walked away feeling taller, older, and wiser, and I had my dad to thank for that. I wondered how many boys had dads willing to do that, and how many had to learn about life the hard way, and I thanked God I was one of the lucky ones.
After cleaning up, I threw my towel on the floor beside my bed, pulled my undies back up and at last found I was ready to sleep. I could still feel the pleasant tingle in my privates, and Simon's face was still in my mind and sleep came rather quickly.
I awoke to something tickling my nose and when I finally managed to open my eyes a bit, they were met by two sparkling blue ones and a cute mischievous smile.
"Oh, hey..." I said sleepily, "what's up?"
"This, apparently," Simon said gently thumping my morning wood, which was straining at the sheet.
"Ahhh...watch it, you might get wet," I warned, "I really need to go."
"I'll wait for you, unless you need help," Simon teased.
"I'd never get it to go down enough to pee if you were there with me," I said, then blushed.
He grinned, "Afterwards, maybe?"
"Whaaaat?" I stammered. Was Simon suggesting we fool around?
"Just kidding," Simon said with a laugh, "go...pee...and come back. I have a surprise for you."
A surprise? Was the surprise what I'd hoped for, or something else? I wondered as I slowly sat up and stretched.
I couldn't help but notice Simon's baby blues seemed to be taking in my every movement and curve and angle of my body. Was he perving on me like I perved on him? I grinned.
"Like what you see?"
Simon blushed, "I hope I look that good when I'm your age, old man," he teased.
"Old? Ackkkk...I'm just in my prime."
Simon laughed, "Yeah, can't wait till I'm 16 and old enough to get my driver's license."
"I dunno, I kinda like you how you are," I said, finally standing, my erection now fully on display as Simon's eyes locked on it.
"Uh huh," Simon said, his mind obviously elsewhere, like between my legs.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I teased.
"What, oh...sorry. It's just...big, really big."
"Yeah, it gets that way when I need to piss...or when I'm excited."
"Which is it...now?"
I laughed, "What do you think?"
"Hmm, some of both, I hope."
"Bingo," I said as I headed out the door to the bathroom. I paused in the open door and looked back at Simon, who's eyes now seemed to be locked on my behind.
"Pervert," I laughed, and then I was gone.
I peed, washed up a bit and brushed my teeth, and when I returned to my room Simon was gone. However, there was a note on my pillow that said: Come downstairs, Simon.
Hmm...curiouser and curiouser, said Alice.
I dressed in cutoffs, a striped pullover, but skipped shoes for the time being until I knew what Simon was up to.
I found him at the dining room table chatting with my mom and eating one of her famous cinnamon rolls.
"Good morning, honey," my mom said, grab a cinnamon roll and join us," she said motioning to the pan of still warm, gooey, iced pastries on top of the stove.
My mouth was watering as I grabbed a plate and piled on two cinnamon rolls then dug the butter out of the ice box, poured my self a glass of milk, then finally joined them.
I was curious about Simon's surprise, but like most teenage boys, food could sidetrack me easily. I slathered butter on top of my warm rolls and Simon laughed.
"Butter?"
"Yeah, try it," I said pushing the butter dish over to him, "it adds flavor."
"What's wrong with my cinnamon rolls just as they are?" mom said trying to sound hurt, but after all, dad had taught me about the butter thing.
"Nothing, they're perfect, but butter just adds to the flavor."
"So, Simon tells me he has made plans for you two today...and asked me to let you use the car."
"What?" I said around a bite of roll, "I didn't know. Where are we going?'
"Fun Land," Simon said grinning, "my dad got tickets from one of his clients at work and he even gave me 50 bucks to spend on food and stuff."
"Wow, really...is this for real? Can we go, mom?" I pleaded.
"I don't see why not. It's not that far a drive and I know you'll be careful. I'll even chip in a twenty for expenses. Summer will be over soon and I want you boys to enjoy what's left of it."
"Thank you, thank you, mom," I said hopping up and hugging her, "you're the best."
"You're welcome, son. I just filled up yesterday so there's plenty of gas."
"Great, we can go right after we eat...okay?"
"Yes, but please be home by six, all right?'
"Yeah, that will give us at least six hours of fun," I said. It was barely ten now and only about a half hour drive to the amusement park.
We ate slowly, all things considered, and after putting on socks and shoes, grabbing my wallet and ball cap, we headed out. Mom hugged us at the door and told us to have fun, and only after we'd pulled away did I realize she hadn't said 'be careful'. I laughed, maybe she was starting to realize that being careful was something I'd always do, especially with precious cargo (Simon) in the car with me.
The parking lot at Fun Land was already half full but we managed to find a spot that didn't require too much hiking to get to the front gates. Simon handed the tickets to the guy at the gate and he put a yellow wrist band on us, and only then did I realize that the tickets Simon's dad had given him were not only for gate admission, but for unlimited rides.
"Oh my God," I said once we were inside, "unlimited rides all day long.
"Yeah, so we can blow our money on junk food and games," Simon said happily.
"Oh man, this is going to be the best day of my life," then I smiled, "and the best part is: I get to spend it with you."
Simon smiled, "I feel the same way, Joey...I...
I sighed, "Seems like we both have trouble saying what we're feeling lately, right?"
He nodded, "Come on," he said disappointing me by changing the subject, "let's ride the log ride first, they've added some stuff to it."
We rode ride after ride, after ride then, but eventually hunger got the better of us and we bought a variety of junk food and shared it. Corn dogs, spiral fries, a funnel cake, caramel apples and of course, large cups of soda.
As we sat at a picnic table away from the crowds and other diners, Simon reached over and touched my hand gently.
"I'm sorry...I'm not good sometimes when it comes to talking about my feelings."
"I get it," I said, "I seem to have the same problem...with you, but I didn't used to have that problem."
"Why? I mean, am I hard to talk to?"
"No, no...not at all. I love talking to you, I love being with you, I love looking at you..." I said blushing, "and I love holding your hand, and I loved that kiss..."
Simon smiled, "Me too, but do you think it's too soon for us to...you know...be that close?"
My head jerked up, "That close? Whaa...do you mean?"
"You know, boyfriends?" he said blushing and looking away.
I smiled, "Heck no, I felt that way the first day, but I didn't want to pressure you...what with you being younger and all..."
"I like that you're older," Simon said, "I've always liked older...umm...boys."
"Were there a lot?" I said, then groaned internally at such a stupid question.
"What? No, just that one I told you about. I just mean, I never seemed to be able to get close to boys my age."
"Not even Timmy?"
Simon laughed, "Are you jealous of Timmy? I like him, but not that way. Except at the creek we've never even seen each other naked or anything. I don't think of him that way. Besides, he really likes girls."
"Do you think of me that way?" I dared ask, my face beet red now.
He smiled, "What do you think?"
"I think I'm getting hard just thinking about it," I said grinning.
"Good, cause after we finish eating we're going to go on that haunted house ride. We'll be alone in the dark for part of the ride."
I moaned and he laughed, "Don't worry, if that's not enough time we'll have plenty of time later, I'm spending the night. I already cleared it with our folks."
"You sneaky little..." I laughed, "sometimes you really surprise me."
"Oh, I've got more surprises in store for you, Joey Boy," he said grinning."
My cock throbbed and I was barely able to finish my food, but somehow I managed.
At the Haunted House ride we hopped into a car and I was happy to see that since not many people were riding this particular ride, the attendant was skipping every other car to spread the riders out equally. That meant, no one directly in front or back of us, and that gave us more time to make out as our car twisted and turned through the maze.
When we reached the part where it went almost totally dark, instinctively we grabbed each other's erection and began kissing passionately. I had never felt so naughty or so aroused and it's a wonder I didn't come the moment he touched me. I know he felt the same way too, but neither of us wanted to make a mess in our undies so when we came out into the light again we backed off.
"Tonight," Simon whispered, "I want to make you feel so good."
"You do, every minute I'm with you," I said squeezing his hand.
"That's sweet, I feel that way too, but what I have in mind will blow your mind," he added with a chuckle.
"Just my mind?" I teased.
"Oh, I think you know the answer to that."
I moaned, "We could try the bathroom..."
"I do need to go, but I doubt it's private enough for that."
We found a bathroom on the far side of the park, and surprisingly at the moment it was unoccupied. There were four stalls and a long trough urinal and in a separate part four sinks.
Without discussing it, we headed to the last stall and locked the door behind us. Unlike most stalls, this one went to within a few inches of the floor and without getting on your hands and knees you couldn't see who or what was inside a stall.
We really did need to pee but after we finished, neither of us zipped up as we admired each other's rapidly swelling cock. Finally, after a few moments of torture, I sat down on the toilet, grabbed Simon's slender waist and pulled him to me.
At first I just nuzzled his chest and stomach, eventually raising up his tee shirt to get at his bare flesh. It was so soft and smooth and he smelled so good. My cock throbbed as I licked his stomach, tongued out his belly button, then finally moved down to the treasure that lay between his legs.
"Ohhh..." he moaned as I grabbed his stiff cock and began licking the flaring slit. He tasted a little of pee, but mostly of boy, with a hint of precum that was as sweet as the boy himself.
I paused long enough to suck and lick his smooth hairless balls, causing more moans, then went back to his cock, this time licking from base to tip several times. He sighed and thrust his crotch at me and I knew what he wanted, needed, and I wanted and needed it too.
How many times had I performed this act on the countless boys I'd been with? I had no idea, but at that moment I knew one thing for certain, none of those times could ever compare to my first time with this boy. I loved him so much my heart ached, and I felt tears prick my eyes as I took all of him into my mouth.
He scooted closer, and I held him tight as I began to work my magic on his stiff boyhood. He tasted so good, and I was pleased to find more of that honey-sweet precum on my lips and tongue.
"Oh, shit, that's sooo good," Simon moaned.
"Mmmm," I moaned around his cock as I began rubbing his smooth perky butt while I sucked him.
He moaned louder now and I was glad that we were alone for there was no mistaking what that moan signified. I wondered what anyone coming in on that would do. Would they scream foul or jerk off at the urinal knowing someone was getting a great blow job? Fortunately, I did not have to find out.
I think it should go without saying that Simon didn't last long. He was already hyped up from our earlier make-out session, and of course my oral skills are unsurpassed, so he didn't stand a chance of holding out for long.
With a breathy sigh, then a little squeak, my boy began to unload, his milky cum sweet and delicious. There wasn't much, maybe a teaspoonful, but I savored every drop and continued to suck him till I was sure I had it all.
"Now you," he said urgently, but at that same moment the door flew open signalling the arrival of not one, but several individuals, and we quickly zipped up and slipped quietly out of the bathroom before anyone figured out we'd been in the same stall.
Outside I laughed, "That was close."
"Yeah, but I hate that you didn't get your rocks off, too."
"It's okay, I really enjoyed making you feel good," I said sincerely, "you taste sooo good."
He grinned, "I bet you do too, can't wait to find out...tonight."
"Can you...umm, come more than once in a night?" I wondered.
"Oh sure, can you?"
"Yeah, most I've done it is about three, how about you?"
"Once, I did it nine times, but I was sore for a week, so I never did that again," he laughed.
"Ouch, nine is a bit too much. Twice is pretty good, three is nice."
"But since I came this afternoon I can come at least twice tonight," Simon said quietly as we joined the crowd of people.
Apparently not quiet enough, however, because a teen boy just about my age suddenly locked eyes with us and muttered, 'Hell yeah.'
We blushed and he winked, then he was gone with the rest of the crowd.
Simon and I burst out laughing and didn't stop till we made it to the bumper cars, our next ride. It was half past four by the time we finished riding the bumper cars several times and we decided to try some games and see what kind of junk we could find to buy.
By five we had our arms full of prizes and junk we'd bought and decided we'd had enough fun for one day. The walk back to the car seemed longer this time, possibly because we were tired and were laden with our treasures, but eventually we made it there. We dumped our treasures in the back seat and climbed in, and I suddenly had this wild desire to kiss Simon right there in the parking lot.
I looked around to make sure no one was about, then without warning I leaned in and engaged him in a kiss. He was surprised at first, but he quickly got into it, even going a bit further as he reached down and fondled my quickly stiffening cock.
"Mmm, let me..." he said, not waiting for an answer as he began unfastening my shorts. With my help he soon had my shorts and underwear down and was on my cock like a pit bull on a pork chop. I loved having a boy go down on me, but no boy until this one had ever made me feel this good. I don't mean the act itself, even though that was pretty spectacular, but rather the feelings he conveyed to me as he basically worshiped my manhood.
This wasn't his first time, that was obvious, but I'd known that, and it really didn't matter to me. What was then was then, and what was now was now. He was mine now, and I was his, and no one would come between us.
"Oh...watch it, I'm really close," I gasped.
"Mmm...come for me," he moaned around my cock, and I did.
I came, and I came, and I came. It seemed as if he'd opened a valve and all my body was pouring out into his mouth. But of course I'm sure it just seemed that way. My cock throbbed so hard I could feel it in my ears as I pumped out my thick boy juice and Simon didn't waste a drop.
As I had, he continued to suck me till he had it all, then he licked the tip clean before planting a wet, cummy kiss on my lips.
I was aware of two things as he did so, first: that I could taste my own cum on his lips, and second: that we were being watched. I panicked at first till I recognized the face outside the car window. It was the young teen boy from the crowd.
"All right, dudes!" he said from the open window, causing Simon to jerk his head up and see who was speaking.
I saw him visibly relax as he realized the teen was no danger to us, then he said cheekily, "Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer."
"I wish...little dude, I wish," the teen said looking forlorn.
"I guess we were kind of careless," I offered.
"Nah, it's cool, I was keeping watch, I'd have warned you if any decent folks headed this way," he laughed, "I'm Phil, by the way. I'd shake it, but I know where your hand has been," he joked.
"And you wouldn't like that?" I wondered.
"Got me there, dick sucker myself," Phil said.
"I'm Joey, and this is Simon," I said rearranging myself and pulling up my clothes.
"Glad to meet ya guys. Been together long?"
"Not long, no," I offered, "but it was pretty much love at first sight."
"Yeah," Simon said, "you have a boyfriend?"
"Nah, I wish. I have some buddies that will let me blow them, but they all pretend it's just practice for when they find girlfriends. Me, I don't like girls that way."
"I'm not sure yet," Simon admitted, "but right now I only like Joey."
"Aww, that's sweet," Phil said, "we should hang sometime. It would be cool to have someone to talk to that gets me."
"Sure," I said as I dug in mom's glove-box for the pad and pencil I knew she kept there. I quickly scribbled out our phone number and handed it to him, "just ask for me and say you're a friend from school if they ask who's calling."
"Yeah, better I call you, my folks are kind of nosy."
"That's fine. Well, hate to be a party pooper, but we got to go."
"Yeah, me too. The gang will be out here soon. I came with a couple guys, but they were hitting on some girls back there so I came on out and I'm glad I did," he chuckled.
"Cool, well...see ya Phil, good to meet you. Hope you liked the show," I added with a grin.
"Best show I've seen in a while," he assured me, "Well, see ya guys. Have fun."
"Oh, we will," Simon said with a grin and a wink, and we were off.
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