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Related article: Date: Wed, 06 Aug 2003 22:29:39 -0400 From: Writer Boy Subject: boys of summer - part 2Obligatory warnings and disclaimers:1) If reading this is in any way illegal where jailbait preteens vids you are or at your age, or you don't want to read about male/male relationships, go away. You shouldn't be here.2) This story isn't based on anyone in particular, alive or dead, so any resemblance to anybody is unintentional.Questions and tiny preteen dancers commentary can be sent to "writerboy69hotmail.com". I enjoy constructive criticism, praise, and rational discussion. I do not enjoy flames, and will not tolerate them. Unless I often hear from you and would recognize your address, please put the story title in the subject, or my junk mail filter may screen you.Author's note: This story has nothing to do with my other stories.***It seems almost cliche to say that I had strange dreams that night, but I did. I'd be hard pressed, though, to say exactly what they were. I just know that I tossed and turned all night, wrapped in my sheets, sweating even though we had central air. I do remember that the mysterious neighbor was in them, walking around naked, the parts that I hadn't seen lost in shadow. Sam was in them, too, and I think for a while I was still in high school, walking the halls, going to practice, showering next to my teammates, next to Sam, and next to the guy from next door. I woke up hard, sweating, my balls tensed and my dick throbbing in my boxers, but I didn't have any more answers than I had the day before.My parents were already gone to work preteen illegal blog for the day when I padded across the hall to the bathroom, turning on the shower and sliding the doors closed behind me. My hardon hadn't abated any in the few minutes that I'd been awake, and it bounced in front of me, slapping against my abs, as I moved in the shower. As I soaped myself up, the water sluicing down my body, I thought about how long it had been since someone else's hands slid over me. I ran my palms over my nipples, feeling them stiffen against my hands, and closed my eyes, sighing. I rubbed them down my abs, and back up over my pecs, caressing my own torso, feeling my own muscles bunch and shift under my hands. At college, like in high school, nobody had ever done this. A few girls had their hands under my shirt at one point or another, and had their hands down my pants, the same way I had with them, but that had really been about it. I hadn't ever really felt anything like this, hadn't felt someone else explore my body the way I was doing.My hands, slick with soap and suds, slid along my legs, stroking my thighs, and as they slid up toward my crotch I leaned back against the wall of the shower, groaning. boy preteen gallery I found my sack and fondled it softly, feeling the short hairs rub against my palm. During the school year, like hot preteen cameltoe most swimmers, I shaved, keeping my body sleek to cut down on drag, and like most of the guys on my team I went ahead and shaved everything because it was just easier. During the summer, though, I let things grow back, and feeling the short fuzz could be very erotic now that it had stopped itching like hell coming in. My hand trailed down the base of my stomach, around the root of my cock, rubbing at the slight rise there, and finally, whimpering, I wrapped my fingers around myself and began to stroke. I wasn't really thinking about anything at first, just luxuriating in the feeling of slight friction, rolling my palm over my dripping, throbbing cockhead and squeezing slightly. My shaft thrust through the tight ring of my fingers, the ridge at the bottom of my head jarring against them on each upstroke, and I ran my other hand back up my chest to pinch my hard nipple, rolling the tip of it away from the curved muscle of my chest.As my hands continued to work myself over, I started to pretend that they were someone else's. It was easy with my eyes closed, letting the water beat down on me, moaning loudly since there was no need for me to be quiet. Those weren't my fingers wrapped around my shaft, that was preteens artistic photo someone else stroking me, squeezing, bringing me to the edge. That wasn't my hand massaging my balls, tugging them away from my body, feeling how full and heavy they were, and it wasn't my hand sliding back, either. Those weren't my fingers sliding through the crack of my ass, pressing toward my hole and then pressing against it. That wasn't my finger pushing its way inside, instinctively seeking something that I knew had to be there even if I'd never done this before. They weren't my hands, feeling that nub inside and pushing it.They were his, preteen illegal blog the boy next door. They were his tanned hands, his strong arms, and I saw his blue eyes, shaded by that falling hair.My eyes popped open just in time to see a thick, ropy stream of cum burst out of the purple dome of my cock, shooting halfway across the shower stall. I let out a grunt as my hips jerked, my preteen crotch pics body tight, and my cock spat another, smaller burst of cum. I slumped back against the wall, trying to catch my breath, letting my knees bend and sliding down to the floor of preteen topless toplist the shower. The water rinsed my hair and pelted my body, washing everything away as I panted beneath the shower spray. I'd never come like that before, never had my whole body lock up like that. It had felt like all of me was about to explode out of my dick, and it had happened while I was thinking about him.That had to stop.It was one thing to be curious about guys, especially preteens naked raped in a sport. On the team, there was always an element preteen illegal blog of that, of checking other guys out, comparing what they had to what you had. That was natural, and normal. Practicing together, showering together, nobody thought anything of taking a glance at the guy next to you, and from what I'd seen, everything I had compared just fine to everyone else. As long as you weren't staring, it didn't mean anything. It was preteen pussy banned ok to feel close to other guys, too, to feel that friendship and camaraderie. If anyone asked me, or asked Sam, we would tell you immediately that we loved each other, but it wasn't like that. I didn't think about holding Sam, or touching him, or having him touch me. Maybe I had once or twice, when we were younger, but that was little kid stuff. That was something that all guys went through, more or less, but then you grew out of it. When you got older, when you got to be my age, you were supposed to preteen crotch pics be done with those kinds of thoughts. You were supposed to be buckling down, thinking about the rest of your life, not letting your brain and your dick lead you off into stupid daydreams.Maybe I'd never talked to any of my friends about it, but everybody had these kinds of thoughts every once in a while, right?I was completely normal, wasn't I?I got dressed, throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and walked downstairs barefoot to see what my parents had left in the kitchen. They usually put a note of some kind on the refrigerator door asking me to pick something up, or to start something for dinner at a certain time, or to do something around the house. I don't know how important any of these chores really were, but it gave me a nice feeling of helping my parents out. I wasn't sure what they did without me around. Did they go out? Did they have secret lives? Did they stay home and watch television every night? I didn't want to ask them, since it seemed kind of like a stupid question, but I'd always looked at them as my mom and dad, and everything about them kind of related back to me. I couldn't really picture what the house must be like when I wasn't in it.The note today asked me to stop by the hardware store to pick up hooks so that my mother could hang plants on the porch. That was fine with me, since it meant that they'd also left the Jeep keys for me. I looked at the keys sitting on the table, and the money under it, and wondered when the last time they'd bought hooks was. Did they really think it would cost twenty bucks? Regardless, I scooped up the keys and the money, slipped on a pair of sandals, and practically skipped down the driveway and into the Jeep. The Beckers' house was dark, with no sign of the nameless motorcycle boy, and I resolved to put him out of my mind as I took off for the hardware store.Besides, I mused while picking out the hooks, "boy" wasn't really the right way to think about him, not from what I'd seen. He was at least my age, if not maybe a year older. And even if I was wrong about that, "boy" implied a quality that he didn't have. "Boy" was white preteen links a word for kids, not for someone with muscles like that, or with strong legs filling out his jeans that way. No little boy had a build like that, or that trail of hair leading down from his belly button and into the top of his pants. I'd only glimpsed it for a second, but that was definitely something you found on a man. It wasn't just that, though the way he looked, with no tit preteens his strong jaw and the barest glistening hint of a tiny bit of razor stubble, something I might have seen if I'd been closer, on his chin. There was also something about his eyes, that dark stormy blue that almost looked navy, like a pair of contacts. There was something in his eyes that looked anything but innocent. There was experience there, but something else, as well, something shadowed.What the hell was I thinking? I'd looked into, no, at, I'd looked at his eyes for maybe three seconds when he'd looked at me. That wasn't anywhere near long enough to think those kinds of things, or really anything besides that he eyes were blue and that he had two of them. Anything other than that I couldn't really have seen. I shook my head, running my hand over my buzzed hair as I realized that I wasn't doing too well at all with my resolve to stop thinking about the guy on the motorcycle. There was just something about him that kept turning my mind back to him. Maybe preteen illegal blog it was just that he was a mystery when everything else here was the same.I managed to put him out of my head long enough to pick up a pizza at lunchtime and swing by the video store. Sam was sitting behind the counter watching some stupid horror movie when I preteen tiny porn walked in, the only one working. It wasn't a chain store, just a small, local place, so they usually only had one person working at a time. It was a good job, and Sam liked it, but sometimes I worried a little about him being the only one working at night, and then having to preteen fucking petite walk to the bus stop so that he could get home. He grinned when I walked in, his bright white smile flashing across the store."Hey!" he said, eyeing the pizza. "Is that for me?""Us," I answered, setting the box down on the counter. "Half pepperoni, half sausage.""Sweet!" he burst, reaching below the counter for a roll of paper towels. "What brought this on?""I'm not allowed to bring my best friend lunch?" I asked, feigning hurt as I started gnawing on a slice. "What were you going preteen illegal blog to eat if I wasn't here?"Sam looked away a little guiltily, the way he had as a little kid when we got caught doing something we weren't supposed to."I was going to raid the popcorn machine," he answered finally, giggling, and I had to laugh, too. "But here you are, my faithful servant, springing for pizza.""I'm not your servant," I said, hopping up to sit on the counter, so we could both watch the movie. If anyone came in I could jump down out of the way, and if it was Sam's manager, she wouldn't care. "And you can thank mom and dad for the pizza. They sent me to the hardware store for hooks, and left a twenty, so I figured I'd put it to good use.""No complaints from me," Sam said, shrugging as he started pushing a piece, folded in half, into his mouth. I giggled again, wondering if he really was starving or just pretending to be. "I'll be sure to thank your parents next time I see them."We didn't talk about anything really important while we watched the movie, a stupid formulaic entry in a series of them. Sam mentioned that he'd been watching these in the morning all week, and that in the afternoon he switched and watched cartoons or something from the classics rack. He wasn't spending his ilegal porn preteens summer much differently from the way that I was, except that he was getting paid for it. While we ate he went to the cooler and grabbed us each a bottle of water, refusing my offer to pay for it, and we talked about nothing in particular, just hanging out and having a good time, and then, as expected since this was Sam, the conversation rolled back around to Jennifer."I sent the card," he began, looking a little nervous and anxious, "but do you think it's enough? Maybe I should send her a present or something.""Is she allowed to get flowers there?" I asked, trying to help him come up with something. All I had were vague thoughts. Flowers, candy, one of those little stuffed teddy bears that girls seemed to find so adorable."I guess so," he shrugged. "But, you know, she's at camp. She's in the middle of the woods. porn preteen nudist There have to be british preteens nude flowers there anyway.""Yeah, but not from her boyfriend," I said, almost forgetting to add a friendly insult. "Idiot.""Jealousy is so ugly on you," Sam said, rolling his eyes. He didn't mean it any more than I did. He looked preteen tiny porn kind of thoughtful, hitting the rewind button when the movie ended. "I wonder how much flowers cost?""I don't know," I answered honestly. I thought about it for a minute, and about the other things that I'd been thinking about, not just today, but for the last couple months and even longer. "You really love her, don't you?""Well, yeah," Sam answered. "I mean, I guess so. It's, well, I know that I've dated a lot of girls, but yeah. I've never really felt like this before.""How does it feel?" I asked, curious. "What does it feel like?"Sam turned to me and patted me on the shoulder. We'd talked about this before, about me feeling like a late bloomer and worrying that I wasn't ever going to find preteen erotica chill someone. Laying in our rooms at night, staring at the ceiling, I'd told Sam how I felt like I wasn't ever going to meet the right person, because I never really felt that spark, and I knew that Sam wanted me to just as badly as I wanted it for myself. He wanted me to be happy, and he was always promising me that it would happen someday, and that I just needed to be patient. Sam assured me that I was a great guy, and a good catch, and that I had a lot to offer the girl who would finally come along to see it. Some times he sounded exactly like my mother."Nate, don't be like that," he said softly. "It'll happen someday, I swear.""I know," I agreed, shrugging. "I just, you know.""Yeah," he answered, squeezing my shoulder again before he let go and started cleaning up the pizza box. "I know."We were quiet as we cleaned up the counter, Sam collecting the trash and me wiping the preteens naked raped top down with a paper towel, but I was still curious, and Sam hadn't really answered my question. It was nice to have his support, but really I was trying to understand, and I thought he could help."How did you know you loved her?" I asked. It wasn't quite the question I wanted to ask, but it was close. "When did you realize it?""When I couldn't stop thinking about her," Sam answered without hesitating. "I knew that I liked her. We had a lot of fun together, and we'd made out a lot, too, but then I realized that wherever I was, whatever I was thinking, my brain kept coming naked preteen americans back to her. Everything seemed like it related to her, like I'd see somebody and think that Jen would look good in that color, or I'd hear a song and want to find her and dance to it. When she wasn't there, I wanted her to be, and I guess that's how I knew."We both stared at each other for a second, and then preteen illegal blog busted up laughing. He was a little embarrassed, but I could tell that he meant what he'd said just the same."Wow, you're really bright for a runner," I said. "You know lots of big words and everything.""Flattery will get you everywhere," he said, grinning. "Want a free rental?""No, but thanks," I answered. I was still curious, though. This helped a little, but it still wasn't what I was looking for. The question I really wanted to ask, though, I still couldn't. I couldn't even ask myself that. "Do you believe in love at first sight? Or that there's, like, someone for everybody?""What the hell kind of books are you reading?" he asked, smiling but looking kind of pensive. "Is your mom leaving the Harlequin romances out again?""No," I answered, shaking my head. "I'm sorry, it was a stupid question. Forget it.""No, wait," Sam said, grabbing my arm as I started to turn away. "I'm sorry. arab preteens rape I guess, yeah, I believe that there's someone for everybody. Maybe even more than one person, and you just have to meet them. Love at first sight? I don't know. Maybe. It's never happened to me, but people talk about it, so it must have happened to someone.""Yeah, I guess," I answered, looking at my watch. "I gotta go swim, and then get home and start dinner."I went to the community pool in our neighborhood every afternoon to swim for a while, to keep my form up and stay with it. On the weekends I drove out to the community college to use theirs because there were less people there. I'd worked out an arrangement with their physical education department that let preteen topless toplist me get in there on the weekends outside the public swim hours, so that I could time myself, but during regular afternoons I just went and did laps, to practice my strokes and stay in shape."OK," he said, letting preteen topless toplist go. "Thanks for lunch.""No problem," I said, shrugging as I walked toward the door. His voice stopped me when I was almost back preteen bbs preteen to the car. "Nate, are you ok? I mean, really, is something wrong?""No, no, I'm fine," I answered. I don't know if it sounded very convincing. "I'm just, you know, thinking about some stuff.""If you need me, you know where to find me, ok?" he asked, but it didn't really sound like a question, and his face was hard to read. For a second I felt a flash of panic, wondering if I'd said something to give myself away, but then I thought that there wasn't anything to give away. Honestly I didn't know what to think, and I had no idea how Sam would be able to help me with it when I couldn't even get my own mind around the idea."OK," I said, shrugging. "I'll call you tomorrow, ok? My mom says you should come over for dinner.""Tomorrow," Sam agreed, watching me go.I had thrown my swim bag in the car before I left the house, deciding to just drive and park rather than walking over like I usually did, so it wasn't long before I was in the water, streaming through what I often felt was my natural element. Despite the crowd that was always at the pool, especially with school out for the summer, they managed to keep a few lanes at the end cleared just for people doing laps, and I sped through the water in my little blue suit, avoiding the couple of other people doing laps and blocking out the sound of kids splashing a playing Marco Polo on the other side of the pool. No matter how else I was feeling, the water always cleared my mind, always let me immerse myself in mental calm the same way it let me physically escape the world.While I swam, my breathing even, my legs kicking with metronome precision, I thought about what fre preteen Sam had said about love. From what I understood of his and Jennifer's relationship, it had been gradual. They had been acquaintances, and then had hung out as friends, and then had started dating, and only then, after all of that, had Sam decided that he was in love with her. It was a long process, built on experiences and stories and all sorts of other things. It wasn't a bolt out of the blue. Like Sam said, true love must exist for people to be so sure of it and to write so many stories about it, but neither he nor I knew anyone who had just looked at someone and wanted to be with them. The things that Sam described, the wanting to be around them and having everything you saw preteen naked beach or heard or ate reminding you of them and emphasizing that they weren't with you, weren't the kinds of things you felt for someone that you only saw for a second in the neighbors' driveway.I broke rhythm as I realized that I wasn't even trying to deny to myself that I was thinking about him. I wasn't trying to tell myself that it was just a passing fascination, or a stupid daydream. I didn't know him, but I had already accepted on an unconscious level that my dick really liked the guy next door. It was almost like it happened while I wasn't looking, and as I climbed out, dried off, and got changed, I had to smile a little at the absurdity of it. My whole life, or at least ever since I'd started to be aware of sexual desires, preteen topless toplist I'd had random thoughts about guys and tried not to, and now it was like my brain was suddenly telling the rest of me that it was ok to. Just because you thought about something didn't make it ok, and just because you had a thought didn't mean you had to act on it. Just because I was thinking about guys, and just because those thoughts gave me a hardon, and just because I was thinking about a very specific guy that I'd only seen for the most fleeting of moments didn't mean that I was gay, and that was my final thought on the issue.That idea managed to hold all the way from the pool back to my house, and then something happened that blew the whole thing apart and forced me to stop keeping so many illusions between what I wanted and what I told myself I should want.The neighborhood was quiet as usual, the sunlight and the whole weight of the summer draped over everything like a somnolent blanket. The houses on my street seemed to laze beneath it, the heat just substantial enough to give everything a little bit of a shimmer, like the scenery wasn't quite real, but not so humid and oppressive as to make it completely impossible to do anything. In the house it was cool even with the air conditioning only set on low, and I relished the feeling of the cool air across my skin as I peeled out of my warm up suit preteenz toplist and then kicked off my speedo, heading into the shower. I took a brief shower at the pool before I left, but that was mostly just to rinse off the chlorine. I still wanted to wash, to keep my skin from drying out, and to give my hair a good shampooing, even if all I had at the moment was a heedful of bristling stubble growing in. I walked downstairs with my towel wrapped tightly around my waist so that I could start boiling water and getting dinner going while I got dressed, and I glanced out the window as I crossed through the living room.My vision was obscured a tiny bit by the sheer panels my mother had hanging behind the curtains, but I could see enough to spot him out in the Beckers' driveway, almost naked in a pair of low riding cutoff denim shorts, wet and glistening in the sunshine. I walked closer, feeling my towel start to bulge in the front as preteen models pantyhose my cock stiffened. I caught the end of the drapery in my fingers and tugged it aside just an inch, barely a crack, but wide enough to preteen topless toplist see him, all of preteen studio free him, with nothing in the way. He had backed the Beckers' car out of the garage, the older white one that they hardly drove anymore, and was slowly washing it in the driveway.My eyes roamed over him like he was a private show, there just for me to see.The torso that had been hinted at yesterday, caught in glimpses nn preteen japan through flashes of jacket, was completely exposed now, tanned and glistening with beads of water from the hose, sweat from the heat, and God knew what else. He had his back to me shameless preteens com when I tugged nn preteen japan the drape aside a little, and my eyes roamed over the rounded, preteen bbs preteen wide shoulders and the prominent but not overdeveloped lats. His back narrowed down to a V as it met his narrow waist, and his ass, full and firm looking, was hidden beneath the shorts which were almost cut high enough to flash a glimpse of his cheeks. They still let me get a good look at the legs, hidden yesterday but now also bare, with rounded calves and smooth, strong thighs. Staring at them, the first thought that came into my mind was that they weren't thighs so much as they were flanks, something not human but instead part of a beautiful, graceful animal, flexing and shifting above his bare feet. On preteen archive galleries the side of one calf, just above his ankle, I could pick out the dark line of a tattoo, but I couldn't tell what it was.I was holding the curtain with one hand and had begun massaging my dick, rubbing it through the gap in my towel, with the other. As he started to walk around the car, spraying the front as a mist of water recoiled back off of the hood and onto his smooth bronze skin, I gave the towel a gently tug and let it fall away to the floor. My eyes were glued to the crack in the curtain and the man beyond it, and my hand began to work my cock in earnest, preteen bbs preteen wrapped around the shaft, stroking firmly. I glanced down for a second and saw my slit pulse, the faintly purple head of my cock flaring for a second as a fat clear drop of precum rolled down onto my fingers, and immediately beads of sweat broke out across my forehead.As he circled around the front of the car more of his body swung slowly into view, like a prop slowly moving onto the stage in a play. One arm, tightly muscled, lightly haired with veins snaking across it, held the hose out, and I traced the swell of the forearm and the rise of his biceps. Beneath it, I could see a tuft of darker hair, and I wondered for a second what touching that would feel like. Would it be soft? Crinkly? How would it taste? What would it feel like to dip my mouth into there, or run it down his arm, the way I preteen tiny porn had done with a girl before? It would feel the same, I imagined, but also different. Girls were light, delicate little things, all of their hair carefully removed, and he wouldn't feel like that. He would feel more substantial, more brawny, more, well, more there, when you got right down to it.I was stroking my cock even harder now, going faster, a steadily leaking stream of clear, slick precum smoothing the passage of my hand. My body felt tight, focused on the man before me, and I wondered what it would feel like to have his hand on me, to feel his fingers around my shaft, to be leaking this pearly sticky discharge onto his fingers, onto his soft, tan skin. Onto him, or, somehow, maybe into him."Oh, fuck," I panted, my eyes drilling a hole through the glass.I took in the rounded shoulders, the way they sat atop the trim body that slanted to a V in the front just as it had in the back. His neck was corded, strong looking, and he had preteen net a dark hint of a five o'clock shadow on the top part of it, curving up over his chin and onto the planes of his face. His lips were a dark pink line, thin, but not too much, and I wondered how they felt. Were they soft? Would they give a little when he kissed someone? The blue eyes were watching the car, which I suppose was really good. If they'd ticked up at that moment he would have seen me, and the thin gauzy curtains would do nothing to hide what I was doing. His hair, that chin length fall of milk chocolatey brown that I'd seen yesterday, was wet, pushed back from his face, the ends curling a little and sending drops rolling in little rivulets down his chest.Oh, God, preteen crotch pics his chest. My balls drew up as I stared at it, my dick jumping and pulsing in my hand.I wanted to put my hands on him. His pecs swept down from his shoulders like fans, the muscles tight and defined but not bulging or out of proportion. Everything about him was perfect, but the chest was beyond that. It candid japanese preteen curved out at the hot preteen cameltoe bottom, jutting out a little above the washboard ripple of his abs, capped in the center of each pec by a dime sized brownish nipple, the points of both of them jutting out and hard, water beading all around them. His pecs shifted and danced as he hosed off the car, undulating in a slow flex as he moved his jailbait preteens vids arms and jerked the hose back and forth. Below them, I saw the familiar waves of his abs again, seen once yesterday in the driveway and then twice in my daydreams this morning, and below those the wet shorts clung to him, molding to his basket, bunching up just a little before his legs burst from them.While I watched, a droplet of water streamed out of his hair, rolling over his forehead, down the side of his face, and onto his neck. Catching the sun, sparkling like a tiny star, it ran through the hollow of his throat and onto his porn preteen nudist chest, trickling down through the middle to slide over his abs. The trail of hair below his navel, already wet, darkened infinitesimally more as the droplet coursed through it, rolling lower, vanishing into the top of his shorts, sliding inside where everything was warm and wet and tight and full, full of him, full of his maleness and his scent and his fat, hard cock.I fell to my knees in the living room as cum blasted all over my hand. I shot, and then shot again, sending two thick ropy white streams onto the carpet, gasping for breath, glad I had a towel right there to swipe them up with. Struggling to compose myself, hearing the spattering hum of the water hitting the car through the thin pane of glass, I knew that I had to run upstairs and get dressed.I'd had enough.I needed to get outside and talk to him before he finished washing the car and was gone.***To be continued.
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