Started when we were young

The story I’m about to tell is something that began years ago, when I was younger and started to notice my cute neighbor, who at the time was too young for me and just trying something with him would be illegal. Eventually, he found out he was also attracted to me, but this took time.

I will start with introductions. My name is Maxwell, and right now I am 27 years old. I will refer to my neighbor as T. I watched T as he grew up, because he always lived next to my house, but he did not know me. I was about 7 years old when T was born, just to set the age difference clear.

Since we did not know each other, we never ever really interacted. To me, he was just the neighbor’s kid, and to him I was an stranger, just another neighbor. I remember watching him as he progressed through school, getting taller and cuter as the years went by. I think he was really into sports from a young age.

Fast forward a few years, and T is now 15, I was 22. This is when we formally met, one day when my neighbor or T’s grandmother asked me to help him with his french assignment, since I can speak French and he was struggling with it. I spent the entire afternoon in T’s house teaching him French, and by the end of our lesson he was very quick at making simple sentences, he had learned enough for his test.

After studying, when we were left alone, T and I got to know each other better. He was notably nervous, but he spoke with great passion of the stuff he liked and things that caught his attention, and when I replied to him he was very curious and asked me different questions about stuff like my career, how I learned french and so on. He grew confident towards me slowly, opening up little by little. This is when I noticed how cute T was, but also assumed he was not into guys and besides he was too young, so I just let him be. We’d be just neighboring friends.

As the years passed, I continued to help T with his French assignments and some other stuff from school. So, I got a closer look at him growing up and we became pretty close. I think he was generally nervous around new people but by the end of the day, he was comfortable around me. After he graduated from high school, he went to study abroad and I had accepted that I would not see him ever again. I continued with my life, having some boyfriends here and there, never really getting there with the guys I dated. There was always chemistry missing or something.

However, I never cared much about relationships and whatnot. It was not until two years ago, that T was back in town, now a completely different man. Very smart, very mature and even more handsome than before. I got to know of this because I still live in the same house I grew up in, so when I noticed he was back in the house next door I went to receive my old friend.

It was good to see that our relationship had stayed strong through the years he was away, and he seemed pretty excited to see me much like I was to see him. He said that after he was settled back at home, he wanted to go out with me, as friends. Something we never had the chance to do before, and I never tried to because it would be frowned upon, obviously.

T looked like a real, professional soccer player now. He loved soccer with a huge passion. I think he shaped his style after his favorite players. The following day, around 6 P.M, he called me to arrange an outing to a sport bar which was new in the city. I had never gone because I am not really into sports, but I agreed to please him and since we had so much time without seeing each other I was just glad by going out with him.

I got to the sport bar and was surprised that he had already made a reservation for us, so I just took my seat and waited for him. I think he was always late to stuff, but I am a very patient man so I never cared much. After a bit, he got there. He sat before me, with a big smile, and we talked and talked. We had different kinds of not really healthy foods, such as tacos, nachos, curly french fries with BBQ, pizza and a lot of beer.

Nearing the end of our friend date, we both were kind of drunk, but he was more so than I was. He was not feeling so great, so I had to help him walk. We left the bar around 2 a.m, and decided to just walk back home since it was not so far away. Along the way, he was a drunk mess but was able to talk. During this time, things started to get weird. He would compliment me a lot, starting with my personality, then my humour, then my qualities, then my looks. Even if he seemed sure about what he was saying, he seemed a bit scared to say these things. Maybe he did not want to scare me.

Since I was a bit drunk too, I just followed suit without much care and began to compliment him as well. I eventually told him I always thought he was very handsome, and he seemed to blush at this. The rest of the walk was silent, but we got home before we knew it. I was going to take him to his house, but he told me that he was too fucked up and did not want to be seen like that, so he asked if he could stay in my place. I agreed, knowing my house would be empty tonight, apart from having me and now my guest T.

We got into my house and I showed T the way to the bathroom so he could take a shower. I did the same in a different bathroom, but his shower was much longer. I just waited in my room while reading news, now worrying he had passed out in the shower. Before long, he knocked on the door to my room and I told him to come in. He was wearing short blue basketball shorts and no shirt, his almost hairless body had noticeable muscles that kind of turned me on. I was also shirtless, and we were to sleep together.

He was still tipsy, so I helped him to bed and then turned off the lights. We laid next to each other, and the faint light coming from outside the window was enough for us to have visibility of each other. Suddenly, he got over me and kissed me. In shock, I did not know how to react.

He seemed pretty sure about what he was doing, and so I just gave in. I was beginning to think he had plotted this, that drunk demon. Before I could even imagine anything, our hard cocks were rubbing each other, crazy to be freed from the little clothing we had over them. Before long, we were naked on my bed doing a 69. It was among my favorite positions, and here I was making it with someone I thought was straight for years.

I made sure to rim his ass good and get it nice and loose, fingering it slowly. He seemed to take it nicely, because he did not groan in pain or anything. Maybe he had done this before? Regardless, I was lucky to have a condom left so I just put it on and teased his ass with the tip of tip of my cock. He seemed to smile the entire time. I plunged into him, his face clearly changing expression. I bent down to kiss him as I fucked him, and he got his hands all over me while I did so, alternating between jerking himself off.

We continued fucking like this for about 20 minutes until I came, letting out a loud moan in pleasure then panting. He was still smiling. I bent down before him to suck his dick, which I gotta mention was bigger than I had imagined, even bigger than mine, and I just swallowed it whole then making him come after suckinh for a while. He let out a very big load, making me gag with it. I swallowed it after regaining my breath, and then we just kissed and kissed until we fell asleep cuddling.

The following morning we got up and dressed as if nothing, but he asked me not to tell anybody, and of course I would not. Then, he left to his house. We still continue to go out sometimes and we are friends, but we have not fucked again. I think he has a girlfriend now, I wonder if he is entirely happy with that relationship.