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Subject: {ASSM} Repost, Tim's New Neighbor, Part 5(b/ mast)
Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2002 05:10:05 -0400
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This story contains some sexual references and deals with the thoughts and
activities of adolescent boys.  It is not recommended for anyone under 18.

   Part 5

   The sound of the shower woke me up.  It was 7:15 AM.  Joey was not in
the bed.  His pajama top and bottom were draped over the back of the desk
chair, and the bathroom door was shut.  I just lay there.

   After a while the water stopped.  I could hear him rustling around in
there, probably drying off.  I am sure he that he got himself completely
clean.  I heard him thoroughly brushing his teeth.  He came out into the
room wearing just his underwear, and holding the previous day's pair in his
hand.

   I lay there like I was asleep, but I had my eyes partially open, peeking
through my eyelashes.  I could see vaguely, but acted like I was asleep. 
His thin blonde hair was wet and neatly combed.  He opened his dresser
drawer, standing right in my eyeshot, and got out a pair of socks and a
gray Nike shirt.  He walked over to the desk and got dressed.  His snuggly
fitting, clean, white Calvin Klein's fit him perfectly, just like all of
his clothes did.  There was no bulge evident in the crotch, though.

   I waited for him to finish before I "woke up".  While he was zipping up
his jeans, I rustled around slightly.

   "Mornin'"

   "Good morning.  You have a very comfortable mattress.  I slept very
well. I awoke at 6:40.  I already had my shower." He took his suitcase and
unzipped a side compartment, taking out a plastic trash bag.  He put all of
his `dirty' clothes in it.

   "Did you find everything?"

   "Yes.  There were clean towels in the cabinet under the sink, and you
had soap and shampoo in the shower." He sat down and put on his socks.

   "I'm gonna shower, too.  Wanna watch TV?"

   "Sure." He got up in the bed and leaned back

   I turned on the TV, handed him the remote, and showed him how to change
the channels.

   Usually I undress in the bathroom, and after my shower I put my dirty
clothes in a basket in the corner of the bathroom, but I felt like I
shouldn't be shy about parading around in my underwear.  Apparently he
wasn't.  I took off my pajamas and laid them on the bed., and stood there
wearing only my briefs.  I was a little aroused, but did not have an
erection.  There was a small but noticeable bulge in my white 100% cotton
crotch.  With a careful examination, the imprint of the head could be seen.
I suppose I had the beginnings of an erection, but it was hanging flaccid.
He was looking at the TV, surfing the channels.  "Find anything you wanna
watch?"

   He looked at me.  I was facing him, and I got a little more excited. 
"No, not yet."

   He acted as if I were fully clothed.  I went into the bathroom, threw my
underwear in the basket, and showered.  All of the wrinkles on my dick were
gone.  I suppose it was like a hard on.  As I showered, it began to stand
on its own somewhat.  I did not take any sexual action, though.  I finished
my shower, dried off., and wrapped the towel around my waist.

   I got clean underwear and clothes from the dresser.  I couldn't decide
what to do.  Should I expose myself to Joey?  Would he even care?  Would he
look the other way?  Would it matter?  Not being sure, I decided to keep it
safe.

   I guess I had some shyness, too.  I stepped into my underwear.  With one
quick motion I pulled them up under the towel, then undid the towel and
threw it on the floor.  Joey was looking at the TV the whole time as I
finished getting dressed.

   I got up in the bed next to Joey and watched while he surfed through the
channels.  He stopped on a documentary about whales.  It was kind of
interesting.  We watched until Mom called us in for breakfast.

   While eating our Apple Jacks and toast, she said, "Boys, I have some
shopping to do today.  Would you like go to the Cineplex for a movie?"

   "Sure, Mom, that would be great!"

   "We`ll leave at noon and stop at McDonald`s for lunch.  I'll drop you
off just before 1, and come back sometime between 2:30 and 3.

   It was 9:30, so we had a couple of hours to kill.  We played Mega WWF,
and I tried to teach him the button combinations for the moves.  He
struggled with it, but was showing signs of improvement.  We played until
it was time to go.

   At the Cineplex I chose an action-adventure movie with a PG 13 rating.
Joey told me that he had never seen anything except G rated films, but that
he would watch whatever I chose.  He sat wide eyed and kind of shocked the
whole time.  He was startled suddenly during some of the more intense
scenes, but seemed to be enjoying it.  There was one scene where we saw the
back side of a naked lady in a shower.  His mouth dropped open and he sat
forward, nudging me with his elbow.  I smiled and nudged him back.  She was
very pretty and shapely.  After the movie, he said, "That was GREAT!  It
was a lot better than the G rated movies."

   "I know, man.  We're both 13, so PG 13 is perfect." He smiled big.

   Mom picked us up right on time and brought us home.  We didn't go
inside. I motioned Joey to follow me.

   "We`ll play catch for a while." We went in the garage and got gloves and
a ball and went out to the open field behind it.  Before I put on my glove,
I said, "I have to take a piss before I bust." I got up close to the back
wall of the garage.  It was set back some, so we were out of the neighbor`s
view.  I unzipped my jeans.

   "You are going to use the bathroom out here?"

   "Yeah, nobody can see us.  I pee out here a lot.  It's a pain to go
inside just to pee.  Hey, let me show you something wild!" I took my foot
and smoothed out an area about 2 by 4 feet in the dirt in front of me,
kicking leaves and sticks and stuff out of the way.  I pulled down the
waistband of my briefs.  Joey was standing behind me, and off to one side.
He wasn`t able to see my penis.  I shot a spray of urine to make a vertical
line about 1 foot long on the left hand side of the area I cleared.  Then I
pinched off the flow, released and swung it up and back down to make a
cursive `i'.  Then I made the three humps for a cursive `m'.  I pinched to
stop the flow again, and used the rest of the urine to cross the `T',
holding back one little tinkle to dot the `i'.

   "You wrote your name with urine!"

   "I call it `piss art'." We both laughed.  I cleared out a similar area
to the right of mine.  "You try it."

   "What?"

   "Come on, Joey.  Do some piss art." He looked unsure, standing there for
a while.  Then he shrugged his shoulders and began to unzip his jeans.  I
stood behind him, giving him the same privacy he had given me.

   He made a big `J', not printing it like I did my `T'.  He used the
cursive capital letter, with the large loops, one above and one below `the
line'.  He got out an `o' and an `e', and stopped.  "I ran out."

   "You used up your piss on the big `J`," I laughed., "You should have
printed it, `Joe'."

   He said, "Joe", and laughed, too.  "I couldn't use a different style for
the first letter than the rest.  That is not the right way." He zipped up
his fly.  "I need to wash my hands."

   "You'll be OK.  It isn't dirty, is it?"

   "What?"

   "Your `you know what'.  It can't be dirty.  You took a shower this
morning."

   He hesitated, and shrugged his shoulders again, and put on the ball
glove.  "I suppose it would be all right since I am not eating anything."

   I put mine on, too and we spread out some.  I threw it to Joey.  He
caught it in his glove, and threw it back.  He didn't have a real zip to
the throw, but didn't throw like a girl, either.  He told me that he and
his dad got out and threw every now and then.  (My dad never had time
anymore to play catch with me.)

   We tossed back and forth for a while, enjoying the spring afternoon.  He
threw one a little high, and I jumped up to catch it, but missed.  It
rolled into the neighbor's yard.

   "FUCK!" I ran to get it.

   "I am sorry, Tim.  I should have aimed better."

   "It's OK." I smiled.

   "I thought you were mad, with what you said."

   "Oh, you mean `fuck'?  I wasn't mad, I just said it because that's what
you say when you try and miss something.  It makes you sound cool."

   "In my old school they washed your mouth out with soap for talking like
that."

   We walked over behind the garage where there were some wooden crates,
and we sat down.  "What kind of school does that?"

   "St.  Agnes Catholic School.  It was the only one I attended before we
moved here.  They were strict."

   "They washed kid's mouths out with soap for cussing?"

   "Yes."

   "Have you ever said a cuss word?"

   "Not that I can remember.  My parents would not tolerate it, either."

   "Your parents are not here right now, Joey.  And you don't go to that
school, anymore." I paused for a moment.  "Hey, Joey, there's nobody here
but you and me.  Say, `fuck'."

   He sat quietly with a serious look on his face.  He looked nervous. 
"Come on, Joey, it's simple.  Just say, `fuck'."

   His face got red.  He appeared unsure and apprehensive.  He looked
around to make sure there was no one else nearby.  I kept looking at him,
my hands prompting him and my eyes showing anticipation.  "Come on.  Give
it a try."

   "Ffffffffffffffffffffff"

   "Come on, Joey.  Get it out!"

   "uck."

   "It's a start.  Now say it together."

   He muttered.  "Fuck."

   "YES!  That's it!"

   He smiled.  "Fuck......................fuck.....  fuck." His confidence
was increasing.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck FUCK!  Hey, I said it, FUCK!  Fuck the
fucking fucker." He laughed with glee.

   I laughed harder than I ever laughed before.  "There, how's that feel?"

   "Like I'm fuckin' free!  Fuck, fuck, fuck.  We laughed until our sides
hurt.  He stopped laughing and got that question mark look on his face. 
"What does `fuck' mean, anyway?"

   "It is when people have sex, when a guy sticks his dick in a women's
pussy."

   "You mean, propagation?"

   "Whatever.  It is supposed to feel good."

   Joey looked confident.  "My dad gave me a book about it when I had my
first nocturnal emission."

   "Had your first what?"

   "Nocturnal emission."

   I didn't want to sound ignorant, so I nodded and said, "Oh, yeah,
nocturnal missions." I had no clue what the hell he was talking about, but
I wanted to know.  "Tell me about it."

   "About what?"

   "Your first nocturnal mission."

   "Oh.  It was last summer.  I was tired after a long day.  That night I
had the strangest dream."

   "A dream?"

   "Yes.  I dreamt that I was in school with just my underwear on.  No
shirt, no shoes.  Everyone else in the class had on their clothes.  I was
standing in the front of the class in my underwear, the kind I wore before
I switched to boxer-briefs."

   "What kind was that?"

   "Regular white briefs, like you wear.  Sister Margaret was at the
chalkboard teaching something.  Nobody noticed that I was only wearing my
underwear, or that I was out of my seat.  I was thinking, `I have to find
my clothes, I have to find my clothes.' I ran out of the room and past the
principal's office.  No one in the hall paid attention to the way I was
dressed.  I ran out of the school building.  I wanted to go home and get
some clothes.  I was scared and out of breath.  The dream seemed so real."

   "I had some dreams like that, that seemed real." I kept listening.

   "I went out the door of the school, but it didn't lead outside.  It put
me inside the church.  I was running up the aisle toward the altar.  The
church was filled with nuns singing a liturgy.  I was scared, thinking, `I
have to get my clothes.'"

   It was funny, but I tried not to laugh.

   "There was a little door at the side of the altar and I crawled through
it.  Then I was in my front yard.  Finally I could get to my clothes.  I
ran up the front walkway, but the door wasn't there.  The front door was
missing.!  My heart was beating fast, and I was scared.  I ran behind the
house to go to the back door, and it was missing, too.  I couldn't get
inside the house to get my clothes.  I ran back and stopped against the
back wall of my house, next to the patio, and that's when it happened."

   "What?"

   "I was out of breath, so I leaned against the back wall of the house.  I
looked down at my underwear.  All of a sudden my body jerked and jerked and
jerked, like something inside of me was pounding.  My heart was beating
hard and I was still out of breath, standing there.  Then suddenly I woke
up, and sat up in the bed.  I had my pajamas on.  I was still breathing
heavy, and my heart was still beating fast.  I felt something strange in my
underwear.  I turned on the lamp and pulled back the covers.  I stretched
the waistband to look inside my underwear, and I saw a bunch of thick white
stuff, and my thing was hard.  I thought there was something wrong with me.
I got up, removed my underwear and took some tissues and wiped the stuff
out of them.  I put them in the laundry, hoping my mom wouldn't notice.  I
cleaned myself with more tissues and put on some different underwear.  It
was 5:00 in the morning, so I got back in bed, but I couldn`t go back to
sleep.  I just lay there until it was time to get up."

   He had cum in his sleep.  I didn't know that was possible.  I know now
that my frequent masturbation prevented me from experiencing it, but at the
time I was glad I hadn't.

   He continued.  "That night when dad got home he called me into his
study. He told me that mom had noticed spots in my underwear.  I started to
cry and say I was sorry.  He told me to calm down, that I had done nothing
wrong, and that it was a normal occurrence for boys my age.  He gave me the
book with a chapter marked.  I went to my room and read the whole chapter,
and some of the other chapters.  I found out about semen, and copulation,
and sperm and egg cells and pregnancy.  It was very informative."

   He paused, looked at me, and said, "Did you ever have a dream like that
where you had a nocturnal emission?"

   I had to lie so I wouldn't appear abnormal.  "It wasn't like yours.  I
don't remember the dream, just the mess in my pants, that's all." I hope I
was believable.

   "I have them about once a month.  They do not bother me anymore.  As a
matter of fact, they feel pretty good.  Most of the time I do not remember
the dream, either.  That first one seemed real, though.  I will never
forget it."

   I was curious.  "Do you ever do it yourself?"

   "What?"

   "Make yourself cum?"

   "Come where?"

   " I don't mean come, like come here, I mean make the stuff come
yourself."

   "Oh, you mean masturbation.  The book discussed it, that some boys don't
let it occur naturally, but take the matters into their own hands."

   "Yeah, that.  Ever done it?" My dick was starting to tingle.

   "The book discussed it, but didn't give details as to how it was
accomplished.  I never asked, either.  I just let the natural stuff
happen." He paused for what seemed an eternity.  With a very serious and
curious look on his face, he asked, "Do you know how it is accomplished?"

   "What?"

   "Masturbation."

   "Yeah." I paused.  We were silent for about two minutes.  "A friend told
me last summer." It surprised me that I had told him, but he had been very
personal with telling me his story, so I figured I was safe to tell him.

   "How is it done?"

   "Joey, let's make a promise to each other."

   "What?"

   "You told me your deepest and darkest secrets.  If I tell you my
secrets, then we will promise each other that we won't tell anyone else."

   "Your secrets are safe with me."

   "Last summer I had my first, too."

   "A nocturnal emission?"

   "No.  Not that.  A friend came over and spent the night.  He was a
little older than me.  He showed me how to do it."

   "You mean how to masturbate?"

   "Yeah."

   "What did he do?"

   "He was naked, and had a hard `thing', as you call it.  He rubbed it up
and down a bunch of times and the stuff came shooting out."

   "You watched him do it?"

   "I was curious, and didn't know nothing about any of it.  He learned it
at camp the summer before."

   "What did you do?"

   "I watched him and got kind of grossed out.  But,..., here is where I
need you to promise to be secretive."

   "I will not tell anybody, I promise."

   "He went to sleep and I lay there next to him and my thing got hard.  I
rubbed on it like he showed me, and I did it for the first time.  He was
asleep the whole time and didn't know I was doing it.  I got that pounding
and jerking feeling, too.  It felt real good, but no stuff came out.  When
I noticed my first pubes a couple of months later I did it again. 
Actually, I did it a lot of times between then, but that time was the first
time any stuff shot out.  I call it cum."

   "So you just rub on it when it is hard?"

   "Yeah, that's basically it."

   "What are pubes?"

   "The hair over your thing." (Maybe now I could find out if he had any
yet.)

   He turned red in the face.  "I didn't even know hair grew there until my
first day in the 6th grade, when I saw it on another boy.

   You saw another boy's pubes in school?"

   "Well, here is how it happened.  My school had two sides, an elementary
side and a middle grade side.  In the 6th grade we had to switch to the
other side with the older kids.  I had to use the restroom, so I asked the
Sister and she gave me a hall pass.  A bigger boy walked into the restroom
in front of me.  I went up to a urinal in the corner to pee.  I was nervous
about being in there with that bigger boy.  I had trouble getting the pee
to come out, so I stood there holding my thing close to the urinal so he
couldn't see it.  He went to the urinal next to me, undid his belt and
pants and pulled down the front of his underwear.  Then he turned to face
me, like he was showing off.  I tried not to look, but I could not help it.
He had a big thing and a bunch of hair.  He peed in the urinal.  After he
finished, he turned toward me again and pointed his thing at me.  He ran
his fingers through the hairs.  Then he fastened his pants and belt, and
left, laughing the whole time.  I used the stalls ever since."

   "Oh, that's why you use the stall.  I thought you were just shy."

   "I am, kind of.  I used the urinals on the elementary side, because all
of the boys were little.  After that, though, I stopped using them. 
Anyway, I did not know that boys grew hair down there until that day."

   He continued, "The book dealt with the issue of pubic hairs.  That
night, the night after I had the nocturnal emission, I noticed a hair while
I was taking my bath.  It was not long after that before I had a lot of
them.  Everything happened quite fast."

   My big question was answered.  "Yeah, same here, and my thing began
growing bigger, too."

   "Yes, mine, too."

   "Joey, I was lying earlier."

   "When?"

   "When I said I had a nocturnal emission.  I have never had one."

   "It is probably because you did it yourself."

   "Yeah, right.  It makes sense, that the stuff would build up in there
and need to come out.  I guess maybe that is why it's called `cum'."

   Joey laughed.  "I did not know that word before today, but I know what
you are talking about, now."

   "BOYS!  Supper is ready!"

   I held out my fist for him to pound with his.  He just stood there. 
"Make a fist and hold it out." He did, and I lightly pounded it.  "Now you
pound my fist back." He did.  "It's our new handshake.  "Friends for life."

   He smiled, "Yes, friends for life."

   We went inside, washed up, and ate.

   ________________________________________________________________________

   To be continued in "Tim's New Neighbor", part 6.

   Please Email me with questions and comments.

   mailto:billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com 

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