New Kid in the Hood

by Nathan Amsterdamn

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“You son of bitch!” I yelled, spitting Allen’s cum from my mouth.  “You squirted that shit down my throat you asshole,” I continued sputtering grabbing my T-shirt from the bed, using it as a wipe to clear the remnants of jizz from my mouth, “what the fucks wrong with you?”

Allen looked at me in a state of bewilderment. The hurt on his face was palpable. “I’m sorry Kevin…Really man…I’m sorry,” Allen attempted to apologize. An apology for a guy who always controlled things was uncharacteristic.

“We’ve never done that before sixty-nining you shit head,” I said. “Neither of us has ever unloaded in the other’s mouth…I thought we had an understanding.”

“Sorry.”

Before when performing oral sex and getting close to ejaculation we’d slap each other on the ass as a warning to finish each other off by hand. I’d read about and seen guys swallow in videos, and even heard the guys talk about swallowing another guy’s load, but for me I just wasn’t ready. And after the experience I wasn’t sure I wanted to swallow. I didn’t care for the taste of seminal fluid; moreover, it left a slimy feeling on my teeth.   

“You just got me all revved up man. I couldn’t stop man,” Allen said. “The fucking best blow job ever man.”

“Thanks,” I said, feeling somewhat guilty for yelling at my new best bud, yet pleased with my newfound mastery of oral sex skills in a matter of just a few days. That day due to the forceful explosion from Allen’s penis and gravity I’d gotten more than I bargained for in the bottom 69 position.

Allen regaining composure said humorously, “Jizz is an acquired taste man…You get used to the taste after a couple times.”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

That conversation and incident happened years prior around early summer 2005. My best bud Allen Jerkin and I had been fooling around sexually since I moved to the neighborhood, and he didn’t waste anytime introducing me to the game. In fact, Allen’s brashness about the subject took me by surprise—a welcome surprise.

Allen comes from an affluent liberal family. Both his parent’s college educated prosperous white-collar people, working super high profile jobs in the county. My folks moved to the upscale neighborhood after my dad secured a job at the regional trauma center as head of emergency services.

Dad had been a surgeon during the Vietnam War at a mobile surgical hospital, probably much like the one where Trapper John and Hawkeye worked patching up casualties during the Korean War. After the war dad went back to school where he received more intensive training in emergency medical services, now referred to as trauma care; he also received and advance degree in some type of management. With the new position at the hospital he would make three times the bucks as before, but as usual he never seemed to be home. Therefore, I like most young people of the day became a total latchkey kid.

In a matter of days after we moved into our new house I’d managed to fit right in with the neighborhood network along with other latchkey kids. Allen and his dogs, the first boy I met after we moved into the new neighborhood from across country. About my second trip to the SUV I noticed from afar a boy about my age watching as I carried boxes into our new house.

The boy stood under the large tree in front of the ornate Spanish style house watching me while playing with his two Rottweilers. Each time I returned to the SUV for boxes our eyes met. I knew he was watching me and he was aware of my return looks. From my vantage point across the street the new neighbor boy appeared to be an athletic drop dead gorgeous dude. Within a few moments the boy put the dogs behind the fence and began ambling across the street for introductions. After introductions Allen remained silent while helping me unload the remaining boxes before mom dismissed me to get further acquainted.

In a few short minutes I’d developed a sixth sense about Allen. I wanted him as a new friend, maybe more. We asked mom if I could go across the street to Allen’s house. She agreed. I couldn’t take my eyes off the attractive boy walking slightly ahead. He was taller than me by a couple inches with rich flowing auburn hair and alluring green eyes. Allen’s ostentatious Spanish style house set back from the road surrounded by ornate wrought iron fencing at the base of the mountain in the gated community of ranchettes.

The two dogs met us at the gate. Allen gave the dogs the command to sit. They obeyed immediately. He said, “Hold out your hand, let them sniff you. Oh and don’t make any sudden moves.”

Leaving the dogs outside we entered the house. I was in awe of the vastness and interior opulence of the house. Allen said, “Mom’s rules, gotta take your sneaks off…Can’t sit or lounge around inside while the rents are at work and can’t touch anything.”

“Okay.”

“Other than that I can give you a quick a nickel blowjob tour.”

I laughed.

“We got a choice dude, my brother’s bedroom, the handjob blowjob palace over the garage out back, or the pool and Jacuzzi.”

Again I laughed at the description of his brother’s bedroom. I wasn’t sure how to take Allen’s comments before asking, “Pool and Jacuzzi?” Entering the backyard I couldn’t believe my eyes. The mountain backdrop loomed large displaying a magnificent view from the backyard. The pool was huge with crystal clear blue water. A diving board and waterfall at each end as well as gazebo at the shallow end that looked like a small house.

Allen led me towards the gazebo, “Come on inside man, this is where me and my posse hang.” Allen said as he opened the door to the large gazebo.

“Damn, this is like totally awesome dude.”

During the next couple hours Allen explained and showed me everything inside the gazebo. There was a huge flat screen television wired for cassette and DVD player with surround sound as well as a bar and refrigerator for beer, sodas and wine. We sat down on the lounge chairs and began talking. “This is where mom shuttles me and my friends off to when they visit. She’s not a big fan of, as she calls us, budding delinquents.”

I felt a definite attraction to the studmuffin showing me around the gazebo. An outgoing boy I sensed from the first handshake we were going to become fast friends, maybe more. As we continued to talk Allen disclosed more about him and his family. I discovered Allen was seven months younger than me although he didn’t act or look younger.

 “Our house was the anchor years ago when my grandparent’s divided up this particular parcel and started building. They had big dreams for the community. Our house, the model, is the largest ranchette in the area. Five bedrooms in the main house all with bathrooms,” Allen said. “Most the homes like yours had to be redesigned and downsized to three and four bedrooms after the recession.”

“This is really a cool place.”

“The dream my family had was that this house would serve as the anchor for the planned upscale suburban community. The newer homes like yours were downsized and built after the recession of the 1980s dad says to make them more affordable, yet still showing affluence.”

“Cool.”

“Your folks are the second owners of the house your folks bought. The old residents got divorced and were forced to sell.”

“Yeah, that’s what I heard and they left a lot of stuff behind.”

 As we lay next to each other on the lounges Allen continued explaining the history of the community and all the other amenities of the gazebo. The tinted glass in the roof and sides of the gazebo prevented sunburn and others from peering inside, but the people inside could see out. As Allen continued boasting about the house and his family he began nervously rubbing my foot with his. I didn’t acknowledge or avoid his touch. I wanted to see where his actions would lead.

After a few minutes I responded with my own moves, and then the discussion edged toward girlfriends. “Nope, just arrived, so no girl friends yet.”

I didn’t have a girlfriend back in Atlanta, but many guys in school caught my eye. I could see a bulge beginning appear in Allen’s cargos. As Allen’s erection became more evident so did mine. My nipples began to become erect.

Suddenly Allen jump up asking, “You want something to drink…or smoke? Got beer, wine or soda.”

“Diet if you got it,” I said. “Your folks allow you to drink beer?”

“No, but what they don’t know is another thing,” Allen said retrieving a couple diet drinks and opening them. He handed me one saying, “So, a good-looking guy with no girlfriend connection…You must spent a lot of time spanking the monkey.”

We both laughed. I said, “You got me.”

“When was the last time you spanked it?”

“Been a few days.”

“You done any type sex?”

“Not yet.” Although I replied no I had compared size and had a couple mutual jack off sessions with buddies in Atlanta. I would soon realize Allen to be more sexually sophisticated than me.

Standing at the bar Allen eased up behind me and said, “You need a jack off buddy man.” I could feel his large hard member pressing into the crack of my ass. “Oh yeah what a nice ass.”

Electricity and chills shot through my body. I thought to myself I’ve only know this guy a couple hours and he’s already propositioning and putting moves on me. Does he want to fuck me in the ass I question internally? I didn’t make a move. I wanted to see how Allen was going to play this hand. He leaned into my back and reached around under my armpits to tweak my hard nipples through the fabric of my T-shirt with his thumbs and forefingers. “Oh my, these things’ll probably cut glass about now.”

While Allen continued playing with my nipples my heart began beating out of my chest, my breathing became labored and droplets of sweat began oozing from my pours. I was overcome by mental images of Allen fucking me, but more so I feared someone catching us. I’d read about anal intercourse on the Internet, and had fantasies about another guy taking me anally. I could feel through the fabric that Allen might be a little more endowed than me.

“That thing does feel large,” I said.

“Almost seven inches the last time I measured it,” Allen said. “The biggest of any of my friends…You want to see it?” He asked spinning me around. Without another word he unbuttoned his cargos ripped the zipper down to release a huge penis. As the big bone sprang from the constraints of his clothing he asked, “What ya think?”

“It’s big,” I said, “bigger than mine.”

“Let me see?” Allen demanded.

I unbuttoned my cargos unzipped the fly to let my hard member spring free, all six inches of it. Allen reached to grab it. As his soft hand engulfed my manhood my heart raced again and electricity shot through me.

“Nice,” Allen said as he held my throbbing erection. “Go ahead take mine,” he said.

“What if someone comes in and catches us?” I asked.

“I’ll know before that happens,” Allen said. “My brother wired this place with all the bells and whistles. The dogs are on duty and gate is locked. If someone tries to gain entry the alarm goes off and we’ll see who it is on the security screen,” he said pointing to the television screen on the wall. “Same with the sliding door from the house and no one can see us through the tinted glass. Pretty slick huh.”

“You wanna take a dip in the Jacuzzi?” Allen asked.

“I don’t have any trunks.”

“We don’t use swim wear around my house,” Allen said.

“I better call my mom first. You know to ask.”

“Sure.”

I called mom on my cell. When I told her what I wanted to do she asked if it would be okay with Allen’s parents. With the phone’s speaker on Allen answered before I could say anything with, “It’ll be okay.”

“You know were supposed to meet your father for dinner and stay at the hotel tonight because the furniture doesn’t arrive until Monday,” mom said.

“Nathan can stay overnight if that’s okay…My parents wont mind and we got plenty of room.”

Okay, but no taking the car out until we get the new license on it young man,” mom said.

“I’ll stay here tonight mom and leave my phone on.”

“Okay…Love you son…You need any money for food?”

“I got the pizza tonight,” Allen replied before we disconnected. “Kevin can treat the next time.”

“See how easy that was. Now get out of them cargos and let’s get in the tub.”

“What about your folks?”

“They won’t be home until late if they come home at all, Allen said.

by Nathan Amsterdamn

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