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Meeting Jay
A journey of discovery
Alex pedaled slowly, thinking. He did a lot of thinking. Right now he was thinking about his Dad. It was two years ago now, the accident, but the memories, rather than fading away, seemed to get more painful every day.
He'd been a great Dad -- the kind of guy who knew exactly what Alex needed, and when. If Alex wanted privacy, his dad always seemed to be somewhere else, doing something else; and if Alex needed to talk, needed advice, his dad was always there.
But not any more.
Since the accident, Alex had become much less outgoing. He was no longer his old cheerful self, instead spending his evenings shut in his room, and the rest of his time thinking. When his dad was alive, if Alex had a question, or something was worrying him, he knew he could always ask his dad -- and he knew his dad would always give an honest answer. But now, if he was worried or unsure about something, all he could do was go over it in his mind, until it blew out of proportion. He knew he was letting things get to him. And now, just going into puberty, he needed his dad more than ever. He had more questions that needed answering than ever before, and he needed a dad to talk to about his problems, and help him understand what was happening to him as he grew up.
He turned down his street, past the little corner shop which had been there ever since he could remember. The old man in the window watched forlornly -- he still remembered the old days, when Alex used to wave to him as he passed every day, and sometimes stop to buy a pretzel or a coke.
As he neared his house, Alex saw a removal van parked outside the house opposite. So somebody had finally bought it... probably another elderly couple who smelt of urine and tried to offer him stale cookies. Most of the people in this street were.
He got off his bike, wheeling it into the garage.
"I'm back!" he called, as he opened the front door. There was no answer. He hadn't expected one. "Looks like somebody moved in across the street..."
"I saw." His mom's head appeared around the kitchen door. She looked like she'd been crying. Alex wanted to hug her, comfort her, but somehow the idea scared him now. It was like her soul, her energy, had died with Dad. And gradually, she and Alex were slipping apart. It wasn't that they didn't love each other any more... but the openness and the fun had gone.
Dinner was quiet. It usually was, now. As Alex ate, he watched the men across the street carrying furniture. A wall TV came out of the van and down the drive, followed by an expensive fridge. Maybe not an elderly couple then. Alex didn't spend much time wondering. Why should he? People came, people went. They never took any notice of Alex and his Mom any more, and he preferred it that way.
The next day was a Saturday. Alex woke up late, and lay in bed for a while. He had morning wood, and he absent-mindedly played with his cock a little as he lay there.
Eventually, he hauled himself out of bed, and stood looking at himself in the mirror by the window. He didn't see the pair of eyes watching him from the window across the street.
At twelve, he was about average height but skinny for his age, and his tanned skin was just beginning to show traces of light hair. His piercing blue eyes stared back at him from his reflection, as he examined his arms and chest. He'd started to do more exercise recently, like bike riding, and it definitely made a difference to his body. The very beginnings of a six-pack were forming, and his arms looked a little less weedy than they once had. His eyes moved down. He was still hard, and there was a prominent tent in his white boxers. He rubbed it a little, and squirmed as his body tingled.
The pair of eyes across the street took in every detail.
Alex turned towards the window to grab his towel from the radiator, just in time to see a blond head disappear from the window directly opposite his. He didn't think much of it at the time. Why would he? He didn't much mind what color his next-door neighbor's hair was. But for some reason, it stuck in his mind.
As bedrooms go, Alex's was petty sweet. His bed was only a single, but a TV stood on the floor a couple of meters from the foot of it. At the other end of the room were his work desk with his computer, and his wardrobe. But the best thing had to be the en-suite bathroom, Alex thought, as he slid down his boxers and stepped into the shower.
He'd gotten into the habit of peeing in the shower most mornings recently. It felt kind of dirty, and as the stream of warm liquid splashed down onto his feet his dick gave an involuntary twitch.
Once he was done peeing, he soaped himself up all over, starting with his legs, then his arms, then moving his down his chest towards his cock. He often played with his cock a little in the shower, since he usually woke up with a hard-on. As his soapy fingers slipped up and down his now rock hard dick, the feelings coming from it got more and more intense.
He tried to figure out what he was thinking about... the other boys at school talked about how awesome "jacking off" and thinking about doing things to girls was, but that didn't seem to make much difference for him. Could it be that he was difference from them? Or maybe the others were just lying, trying to show off to each other.
He'd never carried on rubbing his dick for this long before, and the intense tingling feeling grew more acute. His breathing came in short bursts. He moved his hand faster and faster, hardly able to control it any more. It felt so great that he wanted it to go on for ever.
He stretched out a hand to support himself against the wall of the shower and moaned quietly as his cock gave him the pleasure that only a twelve year old boy can experience... and as the hot water splashed down on his neck and shoulders and his young body spasmed and shook with the satisfaction of his first ever dry cum, the face he'd seen across the street surfaced in his memory.
* * *
Jay was gay. He'd known since he was about 10. He wasn't sure what had finally made him realize, but he'd always known that he didn't feel the same way about girls as other boys his age did. And then, little things had started to make him notice. Like the fact that there were certain boys at school he couldn't take his eyes off.
The problem was, everybody seemed to think being gay was a bad thing. Jay was pretty sure it couldn't be, or else why didn't you have a choice about it? Something you couldn't control couldn't be a bad thing... could it?
His dad hadn't seemed to mind too much when he'd told him. Jay's dad was a pretty cool guy. He was some kind of a designer -- Jay wasn't sure really, but he thought it might be something to do with fashion. If there was one thing wrong with him though, it was that for him, work always came first.
Jay thought that might have been the reason he'd lost his mom. She'd taken them both by surprise, packing her bags while they were both out. They'd met her on the way out as they got home, and she'd taken the car and driven off without a word. Jay and his dad had stood there, not knowing what to say, for all of five minutes, before Jay's dad looked at him and said, "I'm gonna make this work out, son."
And he had. They had a great life, with everything they needed -- a nice house, expensive furniture, plenty of money, and hardly anything to worry about. Jay's dad still spent most of his time working, but Jay didn't really mind. He did reasonably well at school, and in his spare time he went swimming or rode his bike. Which reminded him, he was going to have to explore this new area some time, and find out where everything was. He really hoped there was a leisure park or a pool somewhere nearby.
From what he'd seen of the neighborhood so far, it was pretty great. It was reasonably quiet, but there were still plenty of shops in the area -- but the best thing so far seemed to be the neighbors. He guessed it had been kinda wrong, perving on the kid across the road like that... but that didn't change the fact that he'd been cute as hell.
Jay's mind wandered, imagining him and the boy from across the street together, touching each other, pleasuring each other...
He wondered why he was so keen on this particular guy. He'd played around with a few boys before -- his old school had had a really open kind of atmosphere, and quite a few of his friends had admitted to being gay, or just been willing to experiment -- but he'd never felt quite the same way about them as he did about Alex.
Usually, he'd see a guy and think "Wow, he's hot" and maybe jack off afterwards, but he'd soon forget about them. This was different. He couldn't get Alex out of his mind -- and every time he thought about him, he felt a kind of almost painful longing feeling he didn't really recognize.
Across the street toweling himself off, mind still reeling from the awesome feelings he'd just been having, Alex was thinking about the head he'd seen at the window. That head must belong to someone, a boy, he guessed.
He wondered what it would be like, having a friend who lived right across the street. Someone to talk to, have sleepovers with, someone to love... what? Where did that come from? Boys loved girls; he knew that from the other guys at school. You could love your brother, but that was a different kind of love, like you loved your mum.
And yet he knew that there were some boys who loved each other... they were called queers, or something like that. His friend Luke had told him in a slightly awed, hushed voice that Mikey and Lewis in 8th grade were queers. He'd said they sucked each other by the dustbins at the back of school. Alex wondered what that meant... what did they suck?
Jay came back down to earth. Of course the guy across the street wouldn't be gay. The chances were slim anyway, and in Jay's experience the cutest boys were always the straight ones. He heard the front door close. That must be the last of the furniture then. He jumped up off his bed and ran downstairs, where his dad was already unpacking some boxes, and started to look for his things among the piles of boxes and cases littering the floor.
* * *
There was a smell of baking coming from downstairs. That was weird. Alex's mom usually slept in on Saturdays -- she was never up this early. And she never cooked anything. Not any more.
He went downstairs to investigate.
"Alex!" his mum called when she heard him coming down the stairs. "We're going to go and meet the new neighbors -- I made some cookies."
"Can I have one?" Alex asked, coming into the kitchen and reaching out a hand to the tray.
"Not now!" She slapped his hand away.
Alex wondered why she had to take out her bad moods on him. It wasn't his fault dad had died... but then it wasn't hers either, he supposed.
He also wondered why she was so keen on meeting the neighbors... there must be a pretty good reason if she'd made cookies specially. And it couldn't just be that she was in a good mood, because she wasn't. He wished his dad were still here. He wanted to talk to him about the feelings he was having, ask him what they meant, whether they were normal. He had so many things he needed to let out, and nobody to let them out to -- and bottled up inside him, they were making him confused and angry. He felt a tear slide down his cheek, and brushed it away in embarrassment as he heard his mom say, "You coming?"
He followed as she crossed the street and walked up the driveway of the house opposite. As she rang the doorbell, she adjusted a stray hair, admiring her reflection in the glass of the door in front of her.
After a moment or two, the door swung open to reveal a tall man immaculately dressed in jeans and a designer shirt. He wouldn't have looked out of place in a department store window, with his perfectly styled short brown hair and the light stubble that covered his chin.
"Hi!" said Alex's mum brightly. A little too brightly, Alex thought. He looked up at her... was she blushing?
"I'm Beryl, and this is Alex," she said, putting an arm round Alex's shoulder. "We saw you just moved in, so we figured we'd come and offer a bit of help. You know, make you feel welcome. We made some cookies." She proffered the plate, still talking in the unnaturally bright voice that didn't really belong to her.
"Thank you, that's really kind," said the man, and he sounded as if he meant it. "I'm Mark." He took the plate of cookies and turned and called up the stairs. "Jay! Come down and meet the new neighbors!"
He turned back and smiled at Alex's mom. "Jay's my son -- he'd be about Alex's age, I guess. Anyway, do you two want to come in?"
Beryl picked her way past a pile of boxes lying in the hallway, and Alex followed.
"Sorry about the boxes," apologized Mark. "Now, if I can find the coffee, I'll make us some. If you'd like, that is?" he asked, turning to Beryl.
"That'd be lovely," she replied. Alex looked oddly at her -- she didn't usually drink coffee. She seemed to be going out of her way to please their new neighbor, and Alex felt a sudden unreasonable surge of jealousy. She was never this nice to him.
There was a loud clattering noise, followed by a bump, and after a few seconds a boy's face appeared round the door. A trickle of blood spread from his nose, and as he caught sight of Alex he turned his head away slightly in embarrassment, trying to hide it.
"Damn, Jay, that's the second time today!" laughed his Dad. "You better go clean that up." He grinned at Beryl. "Boys... I expect you know all about them."
Alex was a little shocked at Jay's dad's reaction to his nosebleed... Alex's mom didn't exactly show him any outward affection, but he was pretty sure she would at least have cleaned him up and set him on his feet if it had happened to him.
He looked over at Jay as he bent over the sink. He found himself admiring the seat of Jay's pants, and vaguely wondered why. This must be the person he'd seen at the window that morning. He looked to be about the same height and build as Alex, but his skin was slightly less tanned, and his hair was straight and blond, with bleached highlights. Alex liked it. For some reason he really wanted to make friends with this guy. He found himself imagining spending time with him, going out bike riding in the summer, swimming in the pool together, maybe having a sleepover in the tent in the back garden...
"Well, thanks for the coffee," he heard his mom say, and came back to earth with a jolt. "We should be getting along now, but it was really nice meeting you."
Alex realized with a surge of embarrassment that Jay wasn't bent over the sink any more. He was looking straight into Jay's eyes -- and Jay was looking straight back. He dropped his gaze, blushing slightly, and stood up next to his mom, who was shaking hands with Mark and saying goodbye.
"We'll probably see you around, but if there's anything you need, feel free to pop over and ask," she said, as she turned towards the door.
"Thanks" said Mark. "It's not often you're lucky enough to get neighbors as friendly as this."
Beryl beamed. "See you then!" she called, as Alex followed her out of the door. As he turned back to close it behind him, he caught sight of Jay watching him from the sitting room. He smiled shyly, and Jay grinned back. Well, smiles were a start, he thought, as he let go of the door handle and walked back down the drive towards his house.
If only he knew.
* * *
Alex's mom had gone out somewhere, and he was bored. But then, Sundays were always boring at Alex's place. If he'd had friends who lived nearby, he could have gone out to see a movie, or gone skating, or something. But as it was, he was always stuck in the house, doing chores for his mom, and thinking. He wondered if that would change now that Jay was around. If they made friends, Jay and he could maybe spend their Sundays together... they could spend the whole day together, go down the arcade and play some video games, maybe get a pizza, just generally hang out together.
Why couldn't he stop thinking about Jay? This was really starting to freak him out. He tried a different approach... what would dad say if he were here? It was obvious that if he couldn't stop thinking about this guy, he must really like him. Either that, or really hate him. And he was pretty sure it wasn't that.
"So dad, what should I do about it?"
"Well son, you should... um..." This wasn't working. If he couldn't have a dad, he wished he at least had a best friend he could talk to about it... friends understood things. That was it! That must be the reason he couldn't stop thinking about Jay. Sure, Alex had friends, but he'd never really had a best friend. Not someone he could confide in, someone who would help him out when things weren't going too good. Everyone else in his grade seemed to have a best friend, and now he realized he must just be jealous.
But how could he get to be friends with Jay, he wondered? He didn't really know how you went about making a best friend... and what if Jay didn't like him? He spend the rest of the day (and quite a lot of the night) worrying. His dad would have known what to do...
It must have been quite late when his mom got back. He heard the door open... was that a man's voice he could hear? The door clicked shut quietly, and Alex drifted off to sleep without thinking much more of it.
Jay was still wide awake. He squeezed a little more of the KY jelly onto his finger, and rubbed it around a little. With his other hand he slipped his boxers off onto the floor, and sank down onto his bed where he'd left his laptop ready. The bed was a king-size double, so there was plenty of space, and he rolled over so he was facing the screen. He started to rub his ready-lubed finger around his asshole, pressing very lightly at first, and moving it around in small circles. With his other hand he deftly opened up his internet browser, and typed in the password for his online Favorites page. All his ordinary bookmarks were just saved on his computer, but this was where he kept his more... personal ones.
Top of the list was nifty.org, along with a few links to his favorite stories. He scrolled down until he found what he was looking for, and started to lightly stroke his cock, which was now standing to attention against his belly, as his computer loaded up a free gay porn site.
The front door clicked, and Jay froze. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs towards his room, and looked towards the door in panic. The bolt was fastened, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He heard his dad call "Night Jay!" as he passed his room. He was still rubbing his slick finger around his asshole gently, and struggled to keep the shaking out of his voice as he called back "Night Dad!"
He heard his dad retreat to his room, and started to rub his cock in earnest. The picture on the screen was of an 18 year old guy getting fucked by an older man, and Jay pushed his finger deeper into his ass, moving it in and out slightly, and going slightly further in with each movement. The muscles surrounding his finger tensed slightly as he pushed, and he let out a soft moan. Shit, he though. Dad better not have heard that.
He carried on jacking his cock for a couple more minutes, exploring his ass with his other finger, but he realized that the picture wasn't really turning him on that much. The guys were both quite old, and had a lot of hair around their cock and balls which Jay didn't really like -- and he found himself imagining what it would be like if it was him and the kid from across the road in the picture instead.
Damn, Alex was hot. Jay wondered what he had meant by that stare. He could remember the piercing blue eyes... it had almost felt as if Alex was looking inside him. Had he been trying to say something, or had he just been bored and thinking about something else? He hoped it was the first... but no, that was just too wishful.
And then the smile. It had been so shy, but so cute. And Jay had just grinned back... he felt like he should have done something more now. But he had no idea what. Maybe winked at him? Naw, that would have been too cheesy. And besides, what if Jay was wrong and Alex didn't like him at all? Then he'd just be making a fool of himself.
Still, there was no point worrying about it. Whether Alex was gay or not, he could still fantasize about him. He looked back at the screen, and the people in the picture seemed to change before his eyes. He knelt on the floor, and Alex stood behind him, his dick inside Jay's ass.
Jay moaned again just thinking about it, and moved his finger faster, imagining it was Alex's hard little cock sliding in and out of him. Images of him and Alex together flashed through his mind, and as his ass contracted around his finger and his body shook with the best orgasm of his young life, he felt like he could see those piercing blue eyes again, staring straight into his heart.
He lay back, breathing heavily, and thought he felt something sticky drip onto his belly. He looked down, and saw that the tip of his cock was glistening with liquid. He grinned with pleasure as he realized he'd just produced his first ever cum, and he dipped his clean finger into the tiny pool resting on his belly. Mm, he thought, licking it off. It wasn't that bad. Not bad at all. He wondered if Alex could cum yet, and what his would taste like. Damn... his dick was getting hard again. He shut down the laptop and turned over, pulling the covers over him, and it wasn't long before he was fast asleep.
Hopefully it's obvious that this story is far from finished. I mean, they haven't even gotten to see each other naked yet! Well... Jay sorta has, but that was from across the street, and the reflections on Alex's window kinda made it difficult to see (did I forget to mention that?). Jay, who's definitely oversexed, is just starting to discover what love feels like -- while Alex is exploring the new feelings of lust that he's having. Next time: Jay starts at school (but not for long), and Alex decides that maybe being "queer" isn't quite so bad.
If you enjoyed it, comments are always welcome at istarion@hotmail.co.uk. If not, feel free to suggest ways I could make it better. It's my first ever published work anywhere, least of all on nifty, and so I have absolutely no idea whether my writing is any good or not. Hopefully Chapter 2 will be a little more fast-paced, and with more dialogue -- introducing the characters and their feelings and thoughts took a little longer than I expected it to, and I realize it can get a little boring when characters are isolated from each other most of the time and there's not much going on.
Anyhow, thanks for reading!
J.