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Subject: {ASSM} Repost, Tim's New Neighbor, Part 7(b/b mast)
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This is the 7th part to a second series involving the coming of age of
13 year old Tim Martin. These characters and situations are completely
fictional.  Great pains have been taken, however, to make them as
realistic as possible.

There are some sexual situations in these stories, so they are meant
only for adults, age 18 or older.

Please feel free to interact with me, the author. I answer every
email.

Links are available to the other parts of this series, and to the
first series, The Adventures of Tim and John, by simply requesting
them. The address is listed at the end of the story.



Part 7

I woke up at 4:30 AM with an erection. Joey and I were still naked. He
was sound asleep, on his side facing away from me.

Sometimes guys wake with erections when they are not sexually aroused.
That was not the case here.  I was ready to go again. It was very
exciting earlier having Joey's full attention as I showed him how to
masturbate. I lay there trying to figure out a way get Joey involved
again.

I ruled out poking him on the shoulder and asking him. He may not have
been aroused, and it may have appeared pushy.  This was all brand new
between Joey and me , and I wasn't sure how he would react.

A soft moonlight was glowing through the window, which provided a
small amount of illumination for the room.  I began softly stroking my
dick. Maybe he would wake up, notice what I was doing, and want to
join in. I propped up my knees, creating a tent-like effect in the
covers.  I rustled in the bed hoping he would wake up. My body was
begging for the attention, and I wanted him to watch me again.

I heard him moving. He rolled toward me, and I could see that his eyes
were open. I turned my head to look at him, but did not say anything.
I looked back ahead and sped up the stroking motion, using my entire
fist on the shaft.

It was more than obvious what I was doing under the covers. Even Joey,
who was new to this, would easily be able to tell. I shook the bed,
had my knees propped up, and the covers were moving in rhythm with my
arm as I stroked. I noticed that familiar smile on his face, as he
slid up and propped himself against the pillows. His eyes were fixed
on the tented covers. His bare chest was exposed, and his hands were
both above the covers.


Since it was more than obvious what I was doing, I made another move.
While vigorously stroking with my right hand, I took my left hand and
threw the covers off myself toward the opposite corner of the bed.
They folded back just beyond my feet, and my entire act was now in
full view. I continued to face forward, but turned my eyes toward
Joey.

My cock was glowing with the moonlight, and I just continued working
it up and down. Now that I had Joey's attention I slowed down the
stroking. He put his right hand under the covers and propped up his
knees like mine were, and the smile got bigger. Like me earlier, it
was obvious what he was doing under there.

I stopped stroking and reached my right hand over and pulled the
covers off him. He was working his shaft with his thumb on one side
and two fingers on the other.

I decided to demonstrate a few of the tricks I taught myself during
the last several months that intensified the excitement. I learned
that the most sensitive part of my cock was at the point where the
shaft meets the underside of the head, just under the `V' . I took my
thumb and forefinger and  stroked the area with a gentle open- and
closing motion. The cockhead got harder and bigger.

He did the same, holding the shaft of his penis with his left hand and
working the same area under his cockhead with the same motion. Then I
did the spider like motion with all of my fingers over the entire head
of my cock, and he followed. Then, holding the shaft in my left hand,
I ran the flat palm of my hand over the tip of my cock with a gentle
pressure. That sensation was enough to make me feel crazy. Joey did
the same, and he looked up to the ceiling, showing a big smile of
ecstasy. Neither of us said a word during this time. I began stroking
with my left hand, and he did the same.

I got a little more aggressive. I slid closer to him, so there were
just a few inches between us, and reached over and grabbed Joey's left
wrist with my right hand. I moved it up and down as it clinched his
shaft. I mixed it up some, going fast, then slow, then very slow, then
very fast. He seemed to enjoy having another person control his
strokes. All this time I continued to work my cock with my left hand.
I began to feel the `building' sensation.

Then Joey made a surprise move. In one motion, he opened his fist and
quickly turned his waist toward me. His hard cock bumped against my
hand as it held his wrist. Obviously he wanted me to touch his cock. I
let go of his wrist and laid my hand at the base of his hard shaft,
right over his soft pubic hairs.

He laid back again. Wasting no time,  I clutched it in the middle and
began working it up and down. His skin was velvety smooth and feathery
soft as it slid over the rock hard inside. It was so hot! I sensed a
feeling almost like electricity, and my cock was begging for similar
attention. I let go of him just long enough to retake control of his
left wrist, and guide his hand to my crotch.

He seemed a little unsure of what to do. I put my hand over his,
wrapping his fingers around my shaft. I guided his now clutched fist
in a stroking motion. He was tentative at first, but it didn't take
him long before he was sending me to the edge.

I resumed stroking him, getting full strokes from the pubes to the
tip. I felt the wetness of the pre-lube that emitted out of his cock.

We continued stroking each other. I raised my butt off of the
mattress. Thrusting the pelvic region upward always intensified the
sensation. It was almost like I wanted to display it or something. He
did the same.

I figured it would take him a long time, because he had just
masturbated a few hours before, when it took almost a half hour of
stroking before he was finished.

He spoke in a shaking whisper, "Tim, I'm going to cum, I'm going to
cum."  I could almost hear his heartbeat in his voice! I did not
relent. I began a speedy succession of intense strokes. I was ready,
too.

"Go ahead, Joey, let it spew!" I whispered loudly. "Go ahead!"

He moaned softly, "OOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.," and fired
out his first shot just as I reached my climax. I was going to fire
when he did, but he let go of my cock! Apparently his orgasm made him
forget about his work on me. My cock actually hurt as the first shot
of cum oozed out slowly, running down the side of my penis.. The rest
of the cum had not emerged yet.

I finished him off and had to quickly attend to myself.  It was very
strange! Even though the first shot of cum came out, my sexual desire
did not subside at all. Actually, it increased, and I can't remember
my cock ever being harder. I grabbed it with my fist. The one shot of
oozed cum created a sort of lubricant that added even more to the
excitement.

Joey just lay there, breathing heavy, while I worked on myself. I got
more than ten additional strokes in before I was again at that 'point
of no return'.

The first shot did not fire out with great intensity, but the feeling
of the orgasmic pangs were more intense than any I had felt before! My
butt was off the mattress. I slammed it down, and shot off the rest of
my load. I had never had a more powerful orgasm, even though very
little cum shot out. Joey was just lying there grinning.

"I'm sorry, Tim. I let go. I couldn't help it."

"It's OK, Joey. It made it better. It was like I got to cum twice." We
just lay there, completely spent of any  energy. I reached over and
took the box of tissues, and held it while Joey pulled a couple out to
wipe up his semen. I cleaned myself up, also. It was 5:30 the last
time I looked at the clock before we went back to sleep.

I awakened to the sound of the shower at 9:00.  It was Sunday morning.
I just lay there awake, thinking about my friendship with Joey, and
this new level we had reached together. I was actually concerned that
it would be different now.

The water shut off, and Joey came out wearing clean underwear. He had
his clothes already laid out. He appeared somber as he looked at me.

"Good morning, Tim."

"Hi." I lay there as he quietly got dressed, and I got up and went in
to the bathroom. I was already naked, so I just peed and stepped into
the shower. After finishing I dried off and came out naked. Joey was
in the bed flipping through the channels of the TV as I got dressed. I
quietly got in the bed and sat next to him. We watched TV for a while
without saying much.

Joey looked at me very seriously. "I feel like I have done something
wrong. Last night it felt good, but I woke up this morning and it
seemed  different."  He looked almost sad. I didn't know what to say,
but I understood his feeling. All I wanted last night was to do what
we did, but now I didn't feel the same way. When I woke up I didn't
have any sexual desires or feelings left in me.

"It's alright, Joey.  We was just boys playing around. If you don't
want to ever do it again, we don't have to."

He smiled halfway. "Thanks, Tim."

Right then Mom called us in for breakfast. We ate and went back to the
room. At my suggestion we played the WWF video game. Joey had gotten
the hang of playing, and I now had some real competition. I had to
concentrate hard, and Joey almost beat me, but I prevailed at the last
minute.

"Man, you're getting good at this."

"Yes, it took me some time and practice with the controller but the
more I played, the more I learned. I would like a rematch." He smiled.

"You got it, man."  I hit the start button and we went at it. He made
some great moves in the game, and had my guy down several times, but I
was always able to get up before he could win. I had his guy down a
few times also, and he was able to escape. Then it happened. He beat
me at the video game, and I wasn't easy on him. It was a legitimate
win.

"I won at WWF! I can't believe it! I won!" He was very happy.

"Joey, I don't get it. I have to teach you how to play these games,
and you end up better than me once you learn it."

"Maybe it is because you a better teacher than you are a player." He
laughed loudly.
 
That was the first time I had ever heard him use degrading humor, and
I loved it. "Fuck you!" I gave him a shove on the shoulder and
laughed.

He answered jokingly, "If you can't handle the truth, then you will
have to get over it. Until then, well, `fuck you' back." He shoved me
back.

It was a great moment. Our friendship had reached a comfortable stage,
and it was so good to hear him joking. I wrestled him to the floor,
and he rolled me over to get on top. We horse-played around for a
while on the floor, cussing each other and laughing.

It was getting late in the morning, about 11:30, and it was a bright,
sunny April Sunday. We decided to go outside, but it was very warm.

"I think it's time to bust out the shorts."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It is too hot for long pants. I have some shorts. Come on."

We went to the closet of the spare bedroom, where my mom kept the
summer clothes stored during the winter, and vice versa. I dug through
and found a pair of jean shorts, and looked at Joey. "You look my
size, you want a pair? It's really hot out there."

I know he would have questioned wearing someone else's clothes before,
but he had just scaled some new heights in his life, making this seem
insignificant.  He nodded. I found one of my nicer pairs for him to
wear, and we took them into my room and changed. I could see a slight
bulge of his flaccid penis through the crotch of his underwear.

"They fit perfectly, Tim."

"Great! It will be a whole lot more comfortable." We went back outside
behind the garage and threw around the baseball for a couple of hours.
We spread out more and more, and threw farther and farther. Joey had a
pretty good arm for throwing, and we had a great time together, just
playing catch. When we tired of it we went into the garage to put the
gloves and ball back. He noticed the trap door in the ceiling that led
to the attic.

"You have an attic to your garage?"

"Yeah, dad keeps stuff up there. It's really a cool place, wanna see
it?"

He nodded, and we climbed the rungs mounted on the wall and hoisted
ourselves up into the attic. I opened the window/door to let in light.

We began looking through the boxes of junk.  Joey flipped through some
of the old books with passing interest. I found some of the toys I
once loved, but now had now outgrown. Then I came across a box with
lots of different things in it.

"Look, Joey. One of those instant cameras, and it still has 8 pictures
left in it. Let's take pictures."

Joey looked at the camera. "I do not know if it will work. The film
may be old, and it does not have batteries in it."

"What size does it take?"

"It says it needs two AA batteries."

"Wait right here! I'll borrow `em out of my remote." I climbed down,
ran inside, and returned quickly with the batteries. We put them in
and waited for the red indicator light to come on.

"It's ready, Joey, take my picture!" I pulled on my ears and stuck out
my tongue, the classic funny face. He laughed and aimed the camera and
it flashed as he pressed the shutter. The picture came out of the
bottom automatically.

Joey and I watched as the image became clear. It had a strange gray
blotchy area along the top, but the rest of the picture was perfectly
clear. Joey must have known something about photography, because he
said that the gray area was because the film was old. It was good
enough for a little fun, though. Joey made a funny face just like mine
and I took his picture.

I went into a box of old clothes and put on a dorky fishing hat and an
old man's coat. I held out my arms and Joey snapped the picture.
Before it developed, Joey went to the same box and picked out a real
wide, striped neon blue tie and put on a green plaid shirt. He tied
the tie, and put on a pair of old black, plastic glasses. He looked
really stupid, and we laughed so hard it hurt. I snapped his picture.

Then I felt daring. Joey took the camera for his turn, and I turned my
back to him and did the classic "moon" job, bending over, slipping
down my pants and briefs, showing off my bare butt. "Flash!" The
picture snapped, and Joey was laughing like crazy. It was a really
wild moment. We watched it come into view as it developed, and my butt
cheeks filled the whole picture. We didn`t stop laughing!

I took the camera, saying, "Now it's your turn." He thought for a
minute, grinning. He dropped his shorts and stood there in his
underwear, and gave a fake "surprise" look, held his mouth open and
bugged out his eyes. He crisscrossed his arms over his front, like he
was reacting to someone walking in on him while he was changing
clothes.  I took the picture. It was the funniest so far.

There were two pictures left, and my thoughts went in a different
direction. I wanted to have my picture taken naked. I was getting
another hard on thinking about it. It was an exciting thought, all of
the naughtiness of nakedness archived in a photograph. I remembered
Joey's concern from the morning, and the promise I made, that we
didn't have to do it again, if he didn't want to. I really wanted to,
though. I wondered what Joey was thinking. He did, after all, strip to
his underwear and pose. I tried to figure out a way to suggest it that
would feel him out a bit.

He spoke. "Tim, we have only two pictures left in the camera. What can
we do for a grand finale?"

"We could do nudies." I smiled, thinking that if he objected,  I could
dismiss it as just kidding. He stood there with the camera in his hand
and grinned a huge sinister grin.

"You first." I took his cue and pulled off my shoes and socks while
standing, and yanked off my shirt. I hooked and pulled off my shorts
and briefs in one motion, and stepped out of them  I stood there
completely naked, my dick hard again, pointing straight ahead. Joey
smiled, and, looking through the view finder, backed up to get the
right pose. "I am trying to get a full body shot, since you are
showing your full body," he said with a laugh.

"Wait, I have to primp up a bit," I said with a grin. I combed out my
pubes with my fingers and worked them to make the bush stand full. I
tugged on my balls slightly to make them hang down just right. Then I
turned over an old milk crate and put my right foot up on it, giving
maximum exposure to my privates.

He said, "Smile!" I gave a huge toothy grin. The camera flashed. I
went over to him, still naked and hard, and waited for the result. We
watched as the image of my first porn shoot became clear.

I said, "Wow, my dick looks even bigger on the picture! Look at that!"
Seeing it aroused me even more, and the desire to jack off came on me.
I stayed naked, taking the camera to finish our little game.

"Joey, there is one picture left. You are the model, and you have to
decide the pose."  I did not know what he would do, after showing some
reservations earlier about what we had done the night before, so I
just stood there naked, holding the camera and looking at him.

He stripped faster than I did, and his dick bounced and stuck out hard
as it was released from the underwear. He posed the same way I did,
primped his pubes like I did, and smiled a toothy grin like I did. He
stuck his arms out totally to his sides, and said, "Look at me, world,
I'm naked!!!"

I laughed and took the picture, with both the camera and my hard dick
pointing at Joey. We stood naked and watched his image come to life,
again commenting about how our dicks looked so much bigger in the
pictures. We set the pictures on an old desk that was up there. I
motioned Joey to follow me.

I took him to the place on the floor where all of the cum stains were
and pointed to them.

"See those whitish spots?"

"Yes."

"They are cum spots. I jacked off a couple of times up here. It is fun
because it feels like you are in a different world or something." I
waited for Joey to respond.

He said, "Let's add to it!" and began stroking his cock while standing
over the spot. I joined right in, standing opposite and facing him.

Joey continued stroking while he said with a smile, "I don't
understand it, Tim. Last night if felt so good, and this morning it
felt so wrong, and now it doesn't feel wrong at all, it feels good
again." I shrugged my shoulders and continued whacking off.

We each had our right fist quickly stroking the shaft, and had our
bare feet spread apart. I had never jacked off standing up before, but
it felt real good. We were standing about two feet apart, facing each
other, and I felt the urge to cum first. I did not relent, but pounded
my cock even faster, and the rhythm of the stroking could be heard in
my hard breathing.

BAM! The cum dropped straight down and plopped on the floor. I bent my
knees slightly, and thrust my hips forward slightly, and worked the
shaft until all the cum was out.

Joey was still stroking after I finished. It took him longer this
time. "He said breathily, "Here comes mine!" The first shot went out a
little, and the rest followed, landing on the floor together with
mine. We had a nice little mess there on the floor.

I told Joey that we could just leave it there without cleaning it up,
since it was hardly noticeable when it dried. He nodded and we began
to get dressed. We sat down and tied our shoes. We were very quiet.

We walked over to the pictures. I took the first four pictures and put
them in my pocket. The second four pictures, the `indecent' ones, I
took over to the back wall of the attic. I put them in a plastic
grocery bag and tied it shut.  I dropped the bag behind a wall board
that was nailed over the studs, and it fell out of reach to the floor
of the attic behind the wall.

I looked at Joey. "They're safe there. It's hid, and the only way
anybody could get to it would be to fish it out with a coat hanger."
Joey nodded. "Well, it is probably about time to eat, we better get
inside."

We went in the house and waited to eat. We were very hungry, since we
ate a late breakfast and did not have any lunch. We played WWF until
supper. After supper Joey's dad came over, and Joey packed up his
things to go home.

At the door I said, "See you tomorrow, Joey. It sure was a fun
weekend."

Joey looked very spent. He smiled and said, "I had a great time, Tim.
I will see you in the morning." He looked at my mom. "Thank you very
much for everything, Mrs. Martin. It was all very nice."

Joey's dad tried again to hand her the $100. "Mrs. Martin, please take
this."

"You put that away. Joey is such a nice boy, and such a good influence
on Tim.  I should be paying you." She looked at Joey.  "It was very
nice having you, and you are welcome anytime."

They walked across the street to their home.

It was only 7:00, and I was tired. I stripped to my briefs and turned
on the TV. I woke up at 11:30 with the TV still on. I had gone to
sleep as soon as I lay down. I shut off the TV and went back to sleep.

The next morning I went across the street to catch the bus. It seemed
like an eternity since we last had school. Spring break was over,
though, and I was ready to get back into the routine. I heard the door
open and close behind me as Joey came out of his house.

"Good morning, Tim."

"Hey, man. I heard the bus at the other street, it should be here in a
couple of minutes."

"It sure does not seem like it has only been ten days since we were
last in school. It seems more like months have passed."

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing." We did not discuss cocks,
nakedness, cum, wet dreams, or anything sexual. It was just our usual
`waiting for the bus' talk. We acted like nothing out of the ordinary
had happened during the last two days.

The bus came and took us to school, and we resumed our daily routine.
It seemed like nothing had changed. We went through the first four
periods, quickly getting back into the grind.

On the way to lunch, we stopped in the boy's restroom, like always. I
stepped up to a urinal and peed. There were two or three other boys in
there. Joey nonchalantly stepped up to a urinal. I watched him out of
the corner of my eye. He worked his fly and underwear, and peed. He
acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. When he finished peeing,
he zipped and latched up, and went to a sink, where he thoroughly
washed his hands. We both smiled and went to lunch.

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