New Neighbor
by Rob Warr
Chapter 2
The Next day
I was up way before my usual time, excited and full of energy, and I had Simon to thank for that. Not only had I slept well (after a quick spank, aided by mental images of my new young friend), but I was also in a super chipper mood just from the anticipation of being with him again.
I'd explained to my folks what I'd done with the lemonade and how I'd helped them unload the stuff and all, and they approved 100% of my hands-on approach, and vowed to have the family over for dinner some night. Mom even planned to bake them a cake or some cookies as a welcome to the neighborhood gift, and I told her I'd be happy to take them if she had to work.
I scarfed down my breakfast quickly, explaining that I'd agreed to help Simon put his stuff away this morning then show him around the neighborhood. Mom said that was nice, dad asked if I needed any money, and I wound up not only with their approval but ten bucks in my pocket. Ten bucks in 1959 was a lot of money, and even after treating Simon to lunch I'd have plenty left over.
Apparently Mr. Thompson had to be at the bank today, but Mrs. Thompson was hard at it with 'Baby Ruth' (my new nickname for Ruthie) doing her best to be helpful. Simon was nowhere to be seen, but a few minutes later he appeared from the garage carrying a hammer, and when he saw me he was all smiles.
"You're early, yay, we can get finished sooner," he said excitedly.
"Yeah, I slept really well last night and I was up early and raring to go."
"I can't tell you how grateful we are for your help and for your kindness in taking Simon under your wing," his mom said, and for one minute I almost felt guilty. Then I remembered that Simon seemed to be as interested in me as I was in him, and I decided that whatever happened, if anything, would be Simon's choice, not mine.
"You're welcome, ma'am. I was a Boy Scout till I turned 14, so I'm used to helping younger boys, and I enjoy their company. Heck, seems like I get along better with them than kids my own age. My mom says I'm just a big kid inside a teenager's body."
She laughed then, "Well, thank you. We certainly appreciate it, and Simon seems to have taken to you quickly. But he had an older friend back in Kansas, so perhaps he's just the opposite of you, he prefers his friends older," she said looking as if she'd just suddenly figured this out.
"Come on," Simon said then, and I was glad to move on.
"We'll get along just fine," I assured her, "but right now, the boss is calling," I laughed.
She laughed too, and as I followed Simon to his room I couldn't help but check out his cute rear. Today he was wearing cuffed shorts with lots of pockets. Camp shorts I think they're called, and from the way they fit him I'd bet they were last year's. Not that I minded, the way they fit his curvy rear made my pecker perk up and take notice, and with every step he climbed I got a new appreciation of this part of his anatomy.
"Wow, you've been busy," I said once we'd reached his room.
"Yeah, I wanted to get done as soon as possible so we could hang out. I've unpacked all but these two boxes. Most of it goes in the dresser, but there are a few books in here too."
So, Simon unpacked the boxes and I put them where he told me, he hung a few pictures and posters, and within a half hour we were done. It was easy work compared to yesterday, but nevertheless after we were finished Simon fell down on the bed as if exhausted.
"Lay with me," he said patting the bed beside him.
I looked toward the door, wondering what his mom would think if she saw us lying there together, and apparently Simon read my mind, "We can hear anyone coming up the stairs..."
I nodded, but I was still nervous as I lay beside him. He rolled onto his side then, his head propped up on his arm and just stared at me.
"You ever kissed anyone?" he said softly.
"Once," I said, surprised by his question, but quick to answer.
"A girl?"
"Yeah," I said.
He was quiet for a moment, "Not a boy?"
"No," I chuckled, "a girl is not a boy."
"Was she pretty?"
"I thought so."
"Was she your girlfriend?"
"No, it was a silly game we played, spin the bottle, and it landed on her."
"I know that game," Simon said growing excited, "so...what would you have done if it had landed on a boy?"
"Kissed him, I guess. Those were the rules."
He nodded, "Yeah, that's only fair."
"Why? Have you kissed a boy?" I said grinning.
"Maybe," he said blushing.
"How do you maybe kiss a boy? You either did, or you didn't," I laughed.
"Okay, I did."
"Well, you got one up on me then."
"Yeah, I guess I do," he said scooting a little closer.
I stared into his lovely blue eyes then and got lost in them. So lost that I hadn't sensed him moving again till his face was a blur and his lips were touching mine. I was surprised, but in retrospect I shouldn't have been. Fortunately, I didn't pull away or freak out. Instead I let him kiss me and I kissed back, though neither of us used our tongues.
It was a brief kiss, however, we were both flushed when it ended, and though his smile was nervous, I could tell Simon was quite pleased.
"Now, you can say you've kissed a boy, too," he said grinning.
"Yeah, thanks. That was weighing heavy on my mind," I teased.
"You liked it, you know you did," he sassed as he climbed out of bed, "let's go exploring now. I want to see everything."
"Everything?" I laughed.
"Everything," he assured me.
After saying goodbye to his mom and Ruthie, the two of us headed out the door and up the sidewalk. It was a warm Oklahoma day, temps already in the 80s and climbing, not a cloud in the sky, and the sun felt good on our skin.
Simon was tanned, as was I, boys back then tended to spend a lot more time outside having fun and were usually tan from spring to fall. My own tan extended all the way into my underwear, for I went shirtless a lot and wore very short shorts so I could get maximum exposure. The only thing that would have been better is if I could have tanned naked, but even I wasn't that daring. I did skinny dip a few times at the local creek, but there were usually other kids there and I stayed in the water most of the time, not because I'm body shy, but because I tended to chub up when I saw other kids naked, especially boys.
"So, what do you do for fun around here?" Simon asked after a while.
"Oh, you know, play ball, swim, ride bikes, go to the movies, eat ice cream, your usual stuff."
"Cool, are there many kids in the neighborhood?"
"Oh yeah, lots, some younger, some your age, and a few older like me. A good mix of girls and boys, too. I'll introduce you to some of them when I get a chance," I said, but for the moment I was content to be his exclusive friend.
"Cool, are all the older boys as nice as you?"
I laughed, "No, some are real jerks. That's why I get along better with the younger kids. There is this one kid named Willy that's a bully and always picking on the younger kids. I've had it out with him a few times, so he leaves my friends alone."
"So, one more reason to be your friend," Simon said grinning.
"Yeah, there are definitely perks to being my buddy," I said grinning back.
"Like, what else?"
"Well, I'm a lot of fun, and I can drive, so when it comes time to go to the movies, I can drive us there."
"Cool, do you have your own car?" he asked sounding impressed.
"Not yet, maybe by the time school starts. I'm trying to talk mom and dad into it, telling them it will make their lives easier if they don't have to be my ride all the time," I chuckled.
"What kind would you want?"
"Oh, I don't know, a Chevy, I guess, maybe a '56 or '57, but they're pretty expensive. I might have to go with something older. Heck, I'd even drive a Ford if I had to."
"How about a station wagon?" Simon teased, "then you and your girlfriend could lay in the back and make out."
"Not a bad idea," I said grinning, "but since I don't like girls that much, it would have to be me and my boyfriend." Did I actually say that? Oh man, what is he gonna think now?
"Who's your boyfriend, me?" he asked, not missing a beat.
I was surprised but pleased at his response and I scrambled to find the right answer, "Well, you're my friend, and you're a boy, so I guess you're my boy...friend."
"Hmm, does kissing count as making out?"
"I think so, I'm not very experienced," I said, and that was partly true. I didn't have much experience kissing or making out, but I'd had sexy fun with other boys more times than I could count.
"Is that the park?" Simon said when we came into view of the trees and grass that spread out before us.
"Yep, and right across the street is the school. Want to go over there first, or explore the park?"
"The park, the school can wait. Race ya there," he said starting off at a gallop before I could respond.
However, despite his lead, my longer legs and powerful muscles soon allowed me to overtake him, though I ran neck in neck with him for most of the way. I even pulled back a little to make him think he was gonna win, then with a burst of energy I soared ahead and finished seconds before him.
"Close," he panted, "even if you cheated," he pouted.
"I cheated?" I laughed, "You're the one who took off running before I could answer."
"Yeah, well...I needed a little head start cause you're bigger and your legs are longer."
"Your legs seem to work pretty good too," I chuckled, and they're smooth and shapely and look oh so sexy, I didn't add. I loved boy legs, boy feet, boy arms, boy hands, oh heck, all boy parts, but shapely legs always did it for me.
"So, you said there were trails..."
"Yep, but first let's stop by the bathroom and get a drink."
"Eww, you're gonna drink pee?" he teased, making a cute sour face.
"No," I laughed, "there's a fountain there."
"Oh, cool, but if you want you can drink my pee," he laughed.
"Hmm, never tried it," I said sounding as if I was considering it.
"You're gross," he giggled.
"Am not," I said, sounding more like a six-year-old than a sixteen-year-old.
"Are too,"
"Am not," I said sticking out my tongue.
"Eww, if that was in my mouth I'd stick it out too."
"I could put it in your mouth," I offered with a lewd smile and he actually blushed and seemed at a loss for words.
"Where's the fountain? Oh, I see," he said racing ahead.
I got another lovely view of his butt as he bent over the fountain and I stayed back a ways just to enjoy that vision of loveliness for a moment.
"Were you staring at my butt?" he laughed.
"Yep, it's so round and sexy," I said in a joking manner just in case he was worried I was some kind of pervert, which I was.
Instead of getting angry or upset, he turned facing away from me once more, bent over, and proceeded to shake that cute ass as he sang a little song, 🎵"There's a place in France, where the women wear no pants. And the men go round with their ding dongs hanging down...🎵"
"Where did you learn that?" I laughed.
"From my friends at school, back home," he said sounding sad all of a sudden, "We had a lot of fun, laughing and joking around and stuff..."
"You'll make new friends here and have fun too. Hey, you've got me already, and I promise I'm always a lot of fun."
"I know, where do we go now?"
"First, my turn to drink while you look at my butt," I teased.
"Deal," he laughed, and he made a big deal of not only staring at my ass, but also giving it a smart slap just as I straightened up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Hey, no fair. I didn't get to spank you," I said indignantly.
"Maybe later," he said, running ahead just a little, then turning to face me again, "where we goin' now?"
"Let's go see the ducks, then I'll show you the playground and finally the trails."
"Are the trails private?" he asked, which I thought was an odd question.
"Sometimes. Not many people use them during the day, except on the weekend. They run for a couple miles and come out near the creek where a bunch of us kids go swimming."
"Do they swim nekkid?" he giggled.
"Some do," I admitted.
"Do you?"
"Yep, it's fun, you should try it."
"What if I pop a boner?"
"So what if you do? It's hidden underwater, and do you think you'd be the only one?" I laughed.
"Do you get em?"
I laughed louder, "Are you kidding, I'm hard most of the time."
"Are you hard now," he giggled as he ran up and poked me in the side.
"No, but that's because I'm hot and sweaty and not the least bit excited."
"Not even after seeing my butt?" he giggled.
"Nope, not even then."
Instead of replying he ran on ahead toward the pond, sending a flock of foul scrambling to the water to avoid collision.
"Slow down, you're scaring the birds," I chuckled.
"Oh, yeah...sorry. Do you ever feed them?"
"Yeah, sometimes I bring corn or bread crumbs. They love to be fed. They're very tame around humans, unless someone threatens them..."
"Or runs at them," Simon laughed.
"Yeah, to them you look like a huge monster," I chuckled.
"Rowwwrrrr," Simon said making dinosaur noises and raising his paws menacingly.
I laughed, he was even cute when he was being rowdy.
"Come on, you gotta try the giant slide. Hopefully it's in the shade right now, or you'll burn the flesh right off your legs."
Yeah, back then slides were made of metal, not mamby-pamby plastic and when the sun heated those babies up it was like cooking flesh in a skillet.
The slide, however, was in direct sun, and though Simon offered to chance it, I insisted that I didn't want him risking third-degree burns for a few moments of fun.
"Then show me the trails," he said gazing up at the 15 foot monster and then gingerly touching the gleaming metal rails just to make sure I was telling the truth, "Youch! that's hot as heck."
"Told ya, come on, this way," I said heading off and leaving him to catch up.
Past the pond and beyond a small patch of grass we finally came to the entrance to the trails, marked by a wooden rail fence with a lone park bench to one side, anchored into a concrete pad, I supposed so no one would steal it.
A wooden sign with the words, 'NATURE TRAIL', burned into it was attached to the top rail of the fence and the open gate held another sign that said 'NO ADMITTANCE WHEN GATE IS LOCKED'. Like what would stop anyone from just climbing over the four foot fence or the gate for that matter.
The trail itself was a natural footpath, dirt, grass, and rock, and was well worn, and when dry, easily passable. Paved trails were not as common back then as they are today, but in a way I actually preferred the nature trail to be, well...natural.
We hadn't gone far when Simon stopped suddenly, and holding himself he said, "I should have peed back there at the bathrooms..."
I laughed, "You're in luck, all around you is nature's bathroom. Just pick out a tree, but make sure there's no poison oak or poison ivy around."
"Come with me, I don't know what they look like," he begged.
"Okay, I could use a piss too," I agreed, "We don't have to go far, no one is around but us."
I found a likely tree about twenty feet off the main trail, and after making sure there were no poisonous plants nearby, I hauled out my enormous 6 inch pecker and began to hose down the tree.
Simon was a little slower on the take, having paused to admire my manhood before finally unzipping and pulling out a respectable 4 inch circumcised beauty that made my mouth water.
"Dang, yours is big," Simon said, his eyes glued to my pecker.
"Yours is pretty big for a 13-year-old...and, it will grow even bigger. Someday you might be bigger than me. I probably won't grow much more, if any, but I'm happy with what I got."
"Yours is different, what's that skin?"
"I'm uncut," I said, then explained briefly about cut and uncut cocks.
"Oh, hmm...how does that work?"
"It works just like yours. See, when I pull back the skin it looks just like yours, only bigger," I laughed.
"When it gets, ummm, hard, does it still cover up that part at the end?"
"The head? Not all the way. It sort of peeks out," I chuckled, "Like a one-eyed monster."
He laughed then, "One-eyed monster, huh?"
"Yeah," I said, and we both laughed, then zipped up and went back to the trail.
"It's nice here," Simon said after we'd gone a few feet, "not at all like I thought it would be."
"The park?" I asked, not understanding.
"Well, that too, but I meant the town, our house, the neighborhood, but mostly cause of you," he said turning to look my way, a big smile on his face and his cheeks red with blush.
"Thanks," I said blushing a little as well, "I think you're cool too."
"Really? Thanks. So...where does this path go?"
"Well, if you follow it all the way it eventually goes to the creek, but you have to take a side path and if you don't know the way you'll miss it. The main path goes pretty much in a circle and comes out in the park a little ways from where we started. There are a few side paths in between, mostly made by kids and leading into the trees and bushes, and sometimes you can find stuff like beer cans and cigarette packages there. So probably older kids."
"Ever find any rubbers?" Simon laughed.
"Well...now that you brought it up, yeah, I have. Trojans," I chuckled, "and dirty tissues, and God only knows what's on them."
"So, kids come here and have sex?"
"Yeah," I said, not adding that I was one of those kids, though it wasn't a girl I'd had sex with and had no need for rubbers.
"Cool, are we gonna go to the creek?"
"It's kinda far, but if you want to, we can. But, I was thinking today we'd just go to the old ruins and then turn back."
"Old ruins? Are you talking about ancient ruins?" Simon asked wide-eyed.
"No," I chuckled, "just some old building that was there I guess before they built the trails. They cleaned it up and got rid of the broken glass and boards with rusty nails and now it's just three brick walls and no roof. When I was a kid we used to play like it was our fort."
"Cool, do kids still play there?"
"Sure, who knows, might be some there now for all I know."
We talked and walked and before we knew it we'd reached the ruins of the old building, but unfortunately there were no kids there that day. However, that didn't keep us from acting like goofy little kids and doing some play acting of our own. I know, I know, I'm 16, but like I said, I'm just a kid at heart.
We tired eventually, and hot and thirsty we sat in the shade of one wall and caught our breath. By accident or purpose I don't know which, we sat close together, so close I could smell his sweat and feel the heat coming off him. Far from being unpleasant, however, I found both arousing.
"That was fun," Simon said leaning into me and giving me a shoulder shove.
I shoved back just enough to let him know I was playful too. "Yeah, I hope I never get too old to have fun."
Simon looked at me again and smiled, then his smile faded a little as he seemed to be thinking about something.
"You won't outgrow me, will you?"
"No way, you'll get older as I do, silly, and we'll have even more in common."
"I never thought of that," he said, his smile returning, "yeah, when I'm your age, you'll still be a teenager too."
"Yeah, ready to start back," I asked after a few minutes went by with neither of us speaking.
"Yeah, I guess. I need to get a drink again, I'm dying of thirst."
"Don't die on me," I said grabbing him and shaking him playfully, "don't die on me, man."
His giggles were music to my ear and eventually he grabbed me back and we stood there shaking each other, laughing, and just being goofy for a long time. Then as if the spell had been broken, we dropped our hands and fell silent and just stared at each other for the longest time.
It was Simon who spoke first, "I...I don't know how to say this," he began, and for a minute I was worried I'd done something wrong, then he went on, "I have never felt this way about anyone before. I've never liked...um, someone as much as I like you, and I only just met you. Is that crazy, or what?"
"Well, if it is: then I'm crazy too," I said grinning, "cause I have never liked anyone as much as I like you right now, and I just met you, too."
"Really, you don't think I'm lame," he said, obviously fishing for compliments.
"Nope, not lame, cool as ice," I said ruffling his pretty blond hair, "now, come on, let's head back, I'm thirsty too."
The trip back was pleasant as I told him about the town, the neighborhood, about school, and finally about myself. He seemed to perk up some when I began to tell him about my life, my folks, and the things I'd done in my short 16 years on this earth.
"My favorite thing is baseball," I told him at last, and I have played every year since I was old enough to hold a bat. First t ball, then coach pitch, and finally the real thing. I like watching football and soccer, but I don't play. No, baseball is all the game I need."
"Cool, I never played on a team, but me and a few of my friends used to goof around and play catch or bat the ball and see who could hit it the farthest."
"Cool, you should play. I could give you some pointers and we could practice together in our spare time. Think about it, we can practice this summer and come Spring you can decide."
"I might," he said as we finally reached the drinking fountain, "me first," he laughed devilishly as he ran ahead.
I didn't mind, I just stood far enough behind him to admire his perky butt and waited my turn. He knew what I'd been doing and he had held a mouthful of water to squirt on me as revenge.
"Butt," I laughed.
"Yeah, my butt," he said giggling, "now I'm gonna look at your butt."
"Be my guest," I said bending over to get a drink and wiggling my backside seductively.
As before he gave it a good swat when I'd finished drinking, then he took off running and the chase was on. I finally caught him and dragged him to the ground and pinned his arms and sat on his legs, staring down into his cute face and pretending I was going to drop a loogie onto it.
"Stop, butthead," he giggled, "if you spit on me I'll kick your ass."
"You and what army?" I sassed.
"Well, I'll sneak up on you and de-pants you then."
I laughed harder, "I might like that," I teased.
"I bet you would," he giggled, "but really, let me up, okay. I get kinda freaked out being held down like this," he said sounding serious.
"Oh, sorry," I said, once again afraid I'd done something wrong, but as soon as he was free the little shit was off and running and asking to be caught.
He'd made it all the way to the top of the ladder on the big slide and I didn't want to risk causing him to fall by following him, so instead I waited at the bottom, and sure enough: here he came just like greased lightening.
"Got ya," I said scooping him up as he landed, but this time I held him in a bear-hug.
Surprisingly, however, he didn't resist in the least. Instead he was putty in my arms, pressing into me and hugging me back. I looked down to meet his pretty blue eyes and he smiled.
"I really like you, Joey," he whispered.
"I really like you, too," I said in a shaky voice as tears stung my eyes.
He sighed, "I know, I can feel it."
For a moment I was afraid he meant he felt my erection, but truthfully I wasn't all that aroused, not physically. I was, however, aroused emotionally, which means my feelings were all stirred up.
"I know," was all I could muster, and then instinctively I leaned down and kissed the top of his head.
He hugged me tighter for a moment, then he pulled away and was off again and the chase continued.
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