I strolled along the sidewalk aimlessly, wondering what to do with myself. I hated the apartment we were living in. The heat in the apartment in the summer was overwhelming and we couldn’t afford an air conditioner, so I didn’t want to stay inside. The town of Stonehill had little attraction for me. While it had a small downtown area, it didn’t have a mall where I could meet friends and enjoy strolling, browsing, and eating. In fact, I had few friends, and the few that I had all seemed to be busy or away. ‘Why would anyone want to live here?’ I wondered. There was nothing to do.
Mom had told me that my dad had died of brain cancer before he was 40, when I was still a baby, and she had moved us to Massachusetts from Florida to be near her parents. I don’t remember Florida at all. Her parents wanted us to move in with them, but Mom wished to be independent, so here we were in a crummy little apartment. At least I had my own room. Occasionally I rode my bike to my grandparents’ house. They had always been kind to me, even though I know they hadn’t thought very much of my dad. They had never said why, but it was clear whenever I mentioned him that they disapproved.
The only good thing about the apartment was that it was on the ground floor. It was one side of an old house that had been converted. There were two five-year-olds who lived above us and raced around, even at midnight, making it hard to sleep.
The apartment across the hall from us was inhabited by a young couple who played music constantly and loudly. All you could hear in our apartment was the bass of the music—bump, thumpa, bump, thumpa or bump thumpa thumpa thumpa. It drove me crazy. Even when I had my headphones on the vibrations came right up through my body.
So, there I was in midsummer, strolling along and wondering what to do when I looked to my left and saw a boy moving his lawn sprinkler from one spot to another.
“Hi,” he said. “Do you live around here?”
I walked towards him and replied, “Just down the street and around the corner in the apartment house. Why haven’t we met before?”
“We just moved here from across town. We’ve only been here a few days, although we’ve lived in town all my life.”
He was clearly older than I was. He stood in just a bathing suit and flip flops. His pecs and abs were well-developed, and I noticed that he had quite a bulge in his suit. I thought he was handsome, with his black hair and eyes and his smiling, red lips.
I, on the other hand, was scrawny, and I didn’t have much down there even when I was hard.
I’m Billy O’Neill,” he offered, walking towards me.
“Hunter Martin,” I said, shaking his proffered hand.
Teenagers need to get certain facts clear from the start, so I wasn’t surprised when he said, “I’ll be a sophomore in the fall. What about you?”
“Seventh grade,” I replied and blushed. I hated to blush, but I had very light skin and blond hair, so sometimes it was inevitable.
His smile acknowledged my somewhat inferior status before he said, “I’ve been swimming. Wanna join me?”
I sometimes swam at the Y, but I didn’t think that’s where he’d been. “Where?” I asked.
“In my backyard.” He led me to the back of the house and opened a gate. There before me was a large swimming pool which took up most of the yard.
“Beautiful,” I said, admiring it, “but I don’t have a bathing suit.”
As we sat at the kitchen table, I couldn’t help admiring his body again. I even felt myself growing hard and was grateful that the table was blocking his view.
We chatted while we finished our drinks, and then he took me upstairs to his room and began digging through a bag of old clothes in his closet. As he dug, I looked around the room, which was pretty standard for a teen boy—a double bed, a desk and dresser, a computer and printer, and posters of football and lacrosse players on the walls.
“Are you a jock?” I asked.
He laughed. “Yeah, and even though I’ll only be a sophomore in high school this fall, I’ll be the starting quarterback for the football team. In the spring I’ll play lacrosse.”
He looked strong, and I couldn’t resist asking, “Do you lift weights?”
“I do, and I run on the school track.” Handing me a bathing suit, he said, “Put that on and then you can take a look at my little gym before we go out to the pool.”
I took the bathing suit and turned my back to him as I stripped.
“You don’t need to hide,” he said, chuckling. “Anything you’ve got I’ve seen before.”
Unsure what to do and embarrassed again, I turned towards him and pulled up the suit.
“That wasn’t so hard was it?” he asked.
I blushed and shook my head. But then I laughed at his pun. “No, it wasn’t hard at all.”
He joined me in laughter before we went down to his basement, where he showed me his weights and exercise equipment. “Why don’t you come over earlier tomorrow and I’ll show you how to use it all.” I agreed and thanked him before we headed out to his pool.
After we showered briefly outside in water that was much too cold for my taste, we dove into the pool.
The water in the pool was also cold and at first it was a shock, but in a few minutes, I got used to it. The water in the Y pool was usually quite warm.
We swam laps for a while as I tried each of my strokes. Having not been swimming since the end of the school year, I was a little rusty, but I quickly began to regain my form.
When I stopped, I saw that he was watching me.
“You’re a good swimmer,” he observed.
“Thanks. I take lessons at the Y.”
“Wanna race?” he asked.
We agreed on a medley race, four times up and back. He was strong, I knew, but I was pulling less weight through the water. In the final laps I pulled ahead of him with a powerful dolphin kick.
Standing at the edge of the pool, we both breathed hard for a bit. After a brief silence, he said, “Damn, you are a good swimmer.”
“Thanks,” I replied, smiling shyly.
I have to admit that I was kinda shy, in addition to being scrawny and a blusher. As a result, I had few friends, and even those were more acquaintances than real friends.
“When you’re in high school, you should try out for the swimming team.”
“Maybe I will,” I said, nodding, “but right now, swimming is just fun for me.”
We stayed in the pool for another hour or so before we got out, stood once again under the cold shower, and then toweled off. I was hard and I saw that he noticed.
“C’mon,” he said, and led me into his house and up to his room. Following behind him, I got a good look at his well-rounded butt cheeks.
“Stand there,” he ordered.
I stood and he knelt in front of me. ‘What’s he doing?’ I wondered. But then he pulled my bathing suit down to expose my hard on.
I nearly told him ‘no’, but I couldn’t get the word out.
Fondling my privates for a moment, he began to move his hand gently up and down my cock.
Part of me thought, ‘This is wrong. I have to tell him to stop’. But the other part of me thought, ‘Damn, this feels good’.
In a moment the decision was made for me as I shot my cum, most of which he caught in his mouth. It wasn’t a lot, as I’d only been cumming for a few months. When I stopped shooting, he licked my cock and smiled up at me.
“How was that?” he asked.
“Unbelievable.”
“You liked it?”
“Oh, yeah,” I sighed.
“Now do me,” he said, standing in front of me and pulling down his bathing suit. I was right, his package was much bigger than mine. His cock must have been six inches or so and it was fat. His balls were up tight so I couldn’t really see them, but I guessed they were equally large.
Again, part of me wanted to refuse, but the other part of me was wondering what it would be like, and besides, at that point I owed him.
I knelt in front of him. His huge boner was right at eye level.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Don’t be shy.”
I had never touched another boy this way. I knew his cock would be hard, but grasping it as I knelt before him, I was surprised by how soft it felt. Imitating him, I moved my hand up and down his boner, giving special attention to the extra sensitive spot right below the tip. With my other hand, I gently took hold of his balls, which were indeed as large as I had imagined them. Soon, I felt him tense, and he shot all over my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked what I could reach, and, to my surprise, I savored the taste.
“Oh, yeah!” he cried.
I’d never tasted cum before. It was good, just a little bit sweet.
Looking down at me, he said, “Great job, Hunter. I can see we’ll become good friends.”
We both cleaned off and dressed. As I left, he said, “Remember to come earlier tomorrow.” I nodded and hurried home as my mother didn’t like me being late for dinner.
* * * * * * * *
The next day I returned to Billy’s house, this time wearing my bathing suit. I rang the doorbell, and he opened the door. He was wearing just his bathing suit and some sort of belt. He was sweating profusely.
Smiling, he said, “C’mon in. I’ve been working out.”
I followed him down to the gym, where he told me to remove my shirt and sneakers. He gave me a special belt like his to wear which, he said, would prevent muscle damage. Then he began to show me how to use some of the equipment. Lying on my back on the bench as he instructed, I tried to raise the barbell off its supports. I couldn’t budge it. Smiling, he removed some of the weights, and I tried again. I was barely able to lift it, but he spotted me, and I did five lifts before stopping. At the end of the fifth one, I began to lose control of the bar when it was over my head. Immediately, he grabbed it and together we eased it back down. The muscles in my arms were quivering. I did somewhat better lifting weights with my legs. He also had me jump rope for a while. We jumped together, each with our own rope. He was much faster than I was, and he could do crossovers. I tried one and nearly fell on my nose. We both laughed.
When we finished, I was sweating as much as he was. He looked at me, and then moved close to me, so that our chests were touching. I could smell his sweat, and I loved the masculine scent. I wondered if he could smell mine. Placing his arms around me, he kissed me gently on my lips. When I didn’t resist, he kissed harder, pressing his lips into mine as I pushed back. Then I felt his tongue on my lips, and I automatically opened up. As I did so, a little shiver ran down my back, and I could feel myself growing hard. He ran his tongue around the inside of my mouth, and then I did the same to him. We were close enough that I could feel his boner, and I was sure he could feel mine.
Soon, he began licking and kissing down my chest and finally to my bellybutton.
“I love your sweaty taste,” he said.
Stopping, he pulled down my bathing suit, grasped my boner, and repeated rubbing it the way he had done the day before.
After I came, I kissed down his front and then pushed down his bathing suit. Yes, his sweaty taste was very sexy. This time when he came, I had my mouth positioned to take in all of his cum. He shot several spurts, and I nearly gagged for a moment as they hit the back of my mouth.
My mind was in a turmoil. I still wondered whether I should be letting him do what he did with me, but I also enjoyed everything we’d tried. ‘What should I do?’ I wondered. Of course, by then it was too late to do anything.
When he was finished, I stood, and we pulled up our bathing suits. Grinning, he said, “I’m glad we moved here. I hadn’t expected it to be so delicious.”
I laughed and followed him upstairs and out to the pool, where we showered before diving in. The water didn’t feel quite as cold that day. Maybe I was just getting used to it. Soon we were racing back and forth.
After racing for a while, we climbed out of the pool and lay on the deck in lounge chairs, basking in the sun. I decided then that I had to say something.
“Billy,” I began, “I’m not really comfortable with what we’ve been doing. I just don’t know whether or not we should be. I know my mother wouldn’t approve.”
“Of course not,” he said, “she’s never been a boy. She doesn’t understand the needs we have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not queer. I just need to get my rocks off, and you seem to need to do the same. What harm are we doing? Is this hurting you? Are we hurting anybody?”
“N…n…no,” I replied hesitantly. “I guess it’s more of a moral question.”
“So where is it written that what we are doing is bad?”
“I don’t know. Maybe in the Bible?”
He looked at me a moment before asking, “Do you believe everything in the Bible?”
“No, not really.”
“Do you even believe in God?”
“Well, sort of, but I’m not sure.”
“Do you want to stop what we’re doing?”
“I don’t know. Can I think about it?”
“Sure,” he said, and that was the end of the conversation. But before I left that afternoon we kissed goodbye—a long, slow, kiss that had me melting in his arms.
That night, as I lay in bed fondling my cock, I thought about Billy. He had said he wasn’t queer. Was that the truth? I had known for years that I was gay. While I thought, my cock was growing more excited. My imagination ran ahead of me, as I fantasized putting his boner in my mouth and moving it in and out. I imagined that I was also in his mouth. I soon came, and I think I shot more than I ever had before.
Lying back, I used an old sock to clean myself off, but before I did, I dipped my fingers in my cum, brought them to my mouth, and tasted it. It was similar to Billy’s but perhaps a little saltier.
* * * * * * * *
I didn’t go to Billy’s house the next day. I was still thinking about what he had said and asked. But on Saturday, I returned.
Again, he greeted me at the front door, took me down to the gym, and handed me the belt to put on. After I had been there the previous time, my arm muscles had been stiff, but he put the same weights on the bar I had used before, and I was able to lift the barbell six times. ‘Progress’, I thought.
When we left his gym, I followed him up to his bedroom, where he stripped naked and lay on his bed. His cock was pointing straight up at the ceiling. Looking at me he asked, “Have you made a decision?”
Up till that point, I hadn’t, but seeing his boner dripping with precum, I instantly made one and stripped before lying down beside him.
He turned towards me and kissed me. As he’d done before, he kissed all around my head —my ears, my mouth, my neck. Then he moved to my torso and licked and rubbed it, giving special attention to my nipples, until he got down to my eager cock, which by then was rampant. Slowly, he licked it and then put his mouth over it, sliding up and down it, using his tongue at the same time.
I felt the tension growing in me and I began to arch my back. The excitement continued to grow until I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock throbbed wonderfully, and I cried out “Nnnnng, nnnnng” as I shot into his mouth. When he finished and withdrew, I lay beside him and said, “Oh, my God. That was wonderful!”
Of course, I then did him, repeating all that he had done for me.
As we lay beside each other, satisfied for the moment, I wondered if sex could get any better.
In the days that followed, he taught me how to sixty-nine, so that we could bring each other off simultaneously. ‘Yes,’ I decided, ‘it can get even better.’
That was the Saturday of Labor Day weekend. On Sunday, as had become our custom, Mother and I visited my grandparents. I was very fond of them. They doted on me, but at the same time, they talked to me like a grownup.
On Monday, the holiday, I returned to Billy’s house, but we couldn’t do much because his parents were home, and he said that sometimes one of his parents came into his room even though the door was closed. So, we simply worked out in his gym and then swam.
That year, like every year, I was nervous about the beginning of school which would open, as always, on the Wednesday after Labor Day. I worried about making friends. I worried about classes. I worried about how I’d do in them. Billy tried to reassure me and told me not to worry, but that hadn’t helped much.
Tuesday night I went to bed and lay awake for a long time. Even jerking off didn’t calm me down as it usually did. I did it again about an hour later, and that seemed to help. I slept through the night dreamlessly.