Neighbor Boy and Me by Beauty_Killer – A Forbidden and Intriguing Gay Sex Story
A gay adult story: Neighbor Boy And Me by Beauty Killer ,
Cocky younger guys. I love them. They are the cutest thing when they think they’re so tough and simply the best at everything. Especially sex. 15 year olds that believe that just because they have hair under their arms, and a some newly discovered equipment that they rule the world. Well they sure do rule mine.
He just came home from wrestling practice. The next door neighbors’ son was the cutest thing I could imagine, with a frame that gave him the proportions of a full grown man, if not yet the height. I had spoken with him a few times, just in passing really.
I mean, we’re neighbors AND we go to the same school. He was a sweet 5’7 with hair short enough that it stood up with sweat after he ran his hands through it. He still wore his black and red spandex uniform, the fabric soaked and even more form-fitting than usual. I could see, at least, that he took his cup out after practice, the outline of his boy toys just a size-able lump protruding in the front.
As he continued up the walk, his gym bag slung over his shoulder obscured the firm butt I hoped I’d get a glimpse of. He entered his house and my trance was broken. Both our parents got home real late, and without thinking I made up my mind that today was the day I would pay him a visit he wouldn’t soon forget.Putting on one of the many football jersey’s from my older brother’s closet (sports really aren’t my thing but they were apparently my crush’s) and tying it in the back with a knot that showed the tiniest bit of my lower back and navel, I made sure my blood red hair was flat ironed and swept over at just the right angle to reveal my pixie nose and thin-set lips.
how could he pass this up, even if he was straight? I was practically a 16 year old girl, not the 18 year old man-boy I was in reality. My tight jeans, ending mid-calf, held a tight butt and almost no bulge. Not that I’m small, but I can hide it when I want to look extra femme. I swayed my hips as I crossed the street and up the walk to his house. I danced up the last few steps and rang the door bell.
It took a minute or so but, sure enough I saw a curtain move in the bay window to the right. Just as soon as the curtained stilled, the the door opened. There he stood, a few inches shorter than me but with a presence that made me feel I was on my knees looking up. He had obviously been in the process of undressing because, oh lord, the shoulder straps keeping the spandex one-piece up were off and hanging at his waist.
For a 15 year old, his chest was delicious, muscular enough to make it square but smooth enough to be cute. The elastic fabric had fallen just low enough to see the top of a thick bush of hair above the large lump just below that. On further inspection, that hair trailed lightly yet densely up, not in a line but in a band six inches across up to his firm chest and around his nipples. I could see the light brown hair under his arms as he leaned against the open door.
Hey, he said to me in a friendly greeting. Then, noticing my outfit, his eyes set into a different expression. “Need something?” he asked, friendly again, but with a cocky smirk to one side.
I took a moment to consider a possible way of getting in his house, then settled on the only logical reason I could be there. “Actually, I was wondering if you needed anything,” I said in my cutest voice and bit my lip.
I- uh… the smirk faltered as he took in all the implications of my offer. Then, probably deciding he took me the wrong way, said, “You wanna come in? We can watch some TV after I get changed.” His smile came back but with only welcome, maybe confusion, as he moved out of the door way to let me in. The front door opened into the large living room. There was a four-seated couch and two reclining chairs facing mounted TV on the right wall. the open space gave it a very liberating feeling of welcome. “You can put something on the TV while I get dressed if you want,” he said as he led me in then continued to the staircase across the room.
I was thinking more along the lines of taking something off, I whispered, eying what was still covered by the spandex as he made his way upstairs. He paused for a second but continued, probably brushing it off as the wind or something. Boys can be so thick sometimes. I sat down on the couch, turned on the TV and almost let the remote fall. I wondered if he knew his parents subscribed to porn. I watched for a few seconds then quickly turned off the TV again. I heard him coming through the upstairs hall, then back down the stairs across the room now wearing a simple white v-neck and red basketball shorts.
Don’t like TV? he asked as he swept the remote from the arm of the couch where I’d found it and leaned on the arm right next to where I was sitting. As the TV came on, I seen the cutest red hit his maturing face, making him look the age he should, without the obvious beginning of stubble. I bet he hasn’t shaved 10 times yet I thought to myself. “I – umm. My par–”
Aron, it’s just porn, I said, looking up into his dark green eyes, “No problem.”
Yea. he looked relaxed again. “Toby, right? Algebra last year?”
Mhm, I confirmed. He had forgotten the porn for a second, but the moans from the TV brought it back. Without looking at it he hit the off button on the remote and the sounds went with it.
I am sorry about that though. I guess my parents… he trailed off seeing I wasn’t buying it. I had finally put together that the reason his uniform was unstrapped to the waist wasn’t from him being in the middle of changing in the living room.
Ya know, if your a little… I didn’t finish I just glanced real quick at his crotch. “I could…”
I didn’t finish again. I just put a hand on one fuzzy thigh, as he was now sitting casually on the arm of the couch, his slippery shorts having ridden up quite a bit.
Whoa, I’m not gay, dude. I mean it’s whatever but I’m not. he explained, springing up to stand looking down at me.
Well, I know that. That doesn’t mean I can’t help you out. Have you ever even had sex? I asked, knowing of course he hadn’t. I never seen him with a girl, ever. Not that they all didn’t talk about him. He was definitely the most grown-up 15 year old I’d seen, physically anyway. maybe not features, but definitely everything else. But I knew he was straight, since that particular porn channel was dedicated exclusively to f/f. Maybe he hadn’t found the right girl yet. I was willing to give it a go.
I just tugged the bottom of his shirt, luring him back to the couch. “Just sit, baby boy. Let me do what I do.”
He just complied, mouth moving but no sound as I tugged the shirt up and over his head, making his sweaty hair stick up every which way. I tossed it aside, and admired the maturity of his body. He was like a man, but miniature and with the attitude of a pubescent boy.
the light hair on his chest alone made me strain in my too-tight pants. I bent down and kissed his belly, and he just layed his head back and closed his eyes. I moved up, kissing a trail to his nipple, then to the other. He got comfortable, or forgot the exact situation, and raised his arms and put them behind his still layed back head, exposing trimmed brownish hair.