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Loving Spencer: Part 1 I begin to feel the usual tingling sensation of my balls as the climax rises. I close my eyes and bite my lip, and begin to jack off faster. I utter out little moans and my hips begin to buck. A smile breaks out onto my face as I finally climax to the mental image of one of the hottest boys in school. I pump as much cum out of my 8 inch cock that I can, and relax when it's over. I put my arms behind my head and stare at the ceiling with a great smile, just enjoying my bed. Then, I hear the loud thuds of big car doors slamming. I look out the window and see that my mom is getting home. I put on my speedo and head towards the backdoor. I dive into the pool and come up to see my mom walking into the backyard through the gate. I smile and shake my hair to get her wet, just getting a scream and laugh. "Ryan! Stop it! I just got home from work!" Mom yells through laughs. I laugh and swim around a little bit. "I'm gonna do some laps to get ready for the swim meet this weekend." "That's good. Oh hey, I don't know if you noticed, but the house next door has finally been sold!" "Oh really? Who bought it?" "A family kind of like ours. It's a recently divorced mother and her 14 year old son. They wanted to move out from their old house, to try to get rid of some of the memories, and so the house next door seemed perfect to them. I was thinking of inviting them over for dinner when they move in tomorrow. He's an only child so try to be friendly okay?" I knew deep down that if this boy was cute, I'd be more than friendly. My cock twitched while I considered who this boy was. Being an only child myself, I knew that he'll want someone that he can trust his life wis. I was determined to be that someone. My mom walked inside the house and I resumed swimming some laps. While I swam, thoughts of how perfect this boy may be ran through my head. Could he be gay? Maybe he will think I'm attractive as well. I swim another 20 laps and jump out to towel down. I look up at the house next door, looking perfect in the sunset. 'This is going to be great...' I think. I walk inside and run upstairs to change. I throw on some sweats and a T-Shirt. I run downstairs for the call of dinner. I should probably explain myself a little bit. My name is Ryan. I'm 16 and about 5 foot 8, and a proud Frenchman. I have brown hair, green eyes, and a cut 8 inch cock. I was bigger than a lot of boys my age, and felt really proud about it. I had an awful preteen life, with my parents going through a terrible divorce, but now that it's over it all seems to be getting better. My mom and I live in a nice two-story house with a pool, which is great for my swimming. I'm a very strong member of t he local swim team, giving myself an amazing body. I've known that I was gay since I was maybe 13, but never admitted it to anyone. I was proudly a virgin, but knew that if I found the perfect guy, it would be gone in an instant. My dad lived a few hours away, but I saw him for a weekend every month. Being able to drive made that pretty easy on my mom. I have the perfect car, which I saved up for since I was 15. I have a red mustang convertible, stickshift. My dad helped me buy it, and was about as proud of it as I am. After dinner, Mom and I watched a little bit of TV before heading off to bed. I throw back my covers and get comfortable. I sigh a long relaxed sigh, and smile thinking about what is to come tomorrow. Images of a beautiful young boy run through my head, and the next thing I know my alarm is blaring angrily at me as the sun rises. I get up and shut off my alarm, and get clothes ready for the day. I head towards the shower and spin the hot water dial. I jump in the nearly burning spray and start lathering up. Once I begin to wake up a little bit, the frantic thoughts of who the new boy will be run through my head, and my dick twitches in response. I begin to rub my cock a little bit, and it jumps happily. I really begin to start working at it, when the water runs cold. I wash off the soap and jump out quickly. Once I'm clothed and fed, I grab my keys and run to my car. I turn on the radio and continue to drive, but I know that today's going to be long with the thought in the back of my mind about the new boy. I go into a daze and the day slowly goes by. My friend's notice that something's bugging me, and a few ask, but I just explain that the week tired me out. It's finally 8th period and i'm counting down the seconds. I feel like I was in a shuttle launch pad, and finally the bell rings. I jump up and run towards the door, knocking over a few desks in the process. I tear open my locker and grab my keys and backpack and hurry off to my car. I put in the keys and drive off, probably being the first one out. I begin to accellerate on the way home, maybe a little too fast, and pull into the driveway. I get out of the car and see that the house still seems empty. My heart sinks, trying to figure out why they haven't arrived yet. I walk inside and drop my backpack, and head up to my room. I stare out the window wondering when they'll arrive. After half an hour of dazed staring, I decide that I should do something productive. I strip down and put on my speedo. I grab a towel and head downstairs. I sigh and open the back door walking outside. I set down my towel and line up on the side of the pool. I backflip into a butterfly stroke, and begin laps. I start my 10th lap when I hear a shy little voice. "You're pretty fast" Hearing this unknown voice throws me off guard, and I mess up the kick-off. I regain myself and look towards the gate and my mouth drops in an instant. I must be dead, I know it. I hit my head and drowned in the pool, and now I'm in Heaven. This boy is perfect! He was a shy young boy, maybe 5"6 with a slight athletic body. He must play little league baseball or something. He seemed a lot like me, but not French. He was maybe Italian. He has cute green eyes and short brown hair. He wore tennis shoes with shorts and a somewhat tight T-Shirt. I begin looking him up and down, but then I realize that he's a living person, not a statue. He shifts awkwardly, so I quickly think of a reply. "Um...thanks! Hey, I'm Ryan. Who are you?" I say quickly. "I'm Spencer, I live right next door to you now" He says with a sweet smile that makes me melt. "That's so cool! Let me get out and dry off real fast." I reply. I walk out of the pool and grab my towel. I begin ruffling my hair with the towel, and see through the corner of my eye that he's checking me out as well. I smile and continue to dry off, spending a little extra time on my dick. He seems to enjoy that, and immediately shifts himself around a bit. "We were stuck in traffic on the way here for about 6 hours! I'm so glad I can be out of the car to stretch!" He says. "Well I'm glad you're here. It's great to meet you. Let me show you around." I say with a smile. I begin to show him through the house, showing him the living room and my bedroom. He seems to be pretty interested in everything, and I know that we're going to be great friends. "I'm going to go put on some actual clothes, here's the remote you can begin to learn some of the channels around here." I say as I hand him the remote. "Thanks." He says with a smile, and gets comfortable on my bed. I'm happy that he can feel so comfortable in my bedroom, even though we've only known each other maybe 15 minutes. I grab some clothes from my closet and walk to the bathroom. I quickly toss off my swimsuit and put on some clothes and come back to my room. Spencer smiles at me and stands up, and we both walk downstairs into the kitchen. I see my mom drinking coffee with some strange woman who I'm guessing is Spencers mother. "Hey baby!" Spencers mother calls to him. "Ryan! This is Spencer's mother, Claire." My mom says excitedly, always happy to make new friends. "It's great to meet you Ms. Claire." I shake her hand with a smile. "Likewise." She replies. "Well, I see that you two have made quick friends." My mom says "Yeah we have." Spencer and I say in unison, a light laugh following after. We go outside to let our moms talk, and both decide to go walk around the town. With the city being pretty small, everybody knows everybody, so I thought that it would be good that I introduce Spencer to everyone. After walking around for another half hour, we go to sit down on a bench in the park. I try to begin a conversation. "So, do you play any sports?" "Baseball, yeah. I want to go to the practice tomorrow, but my mom is going to her interview tomorrow and I don't have a ride." He says with a sigh. "Well no problem, I'll take you." I say cheerfully. "Really?! Oh my gosh thank you so much!" He exclaims excitedly and jumps into me for a hug. I sit there for a minute feeling a little bit awkward, but I wrap my arms around him and return the hug. Right as I begin to hug him, I feel immediate sparks go off, and I think he feels the same. He tenses a little bit and begins to pull away from the hug. He backs out about a foot, then just looks into my eyes. I stare back, looking deep into the green. His mouth drops a little and I continue to stare. We hold each other in our arms, and just look at each other. The air around us fills with tension, and it seems like a movie where you just wait for the result. I swear that I hear a clock ticking, when he does it. He leans in, and fills the space with a kiss. [To be Continued...] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, there was the first chapter! How does Ryan react, does he kiss back, does he push Spencer away, or do things continue to get better? Nobody will know until the 2nd chapter! Send me all of your comments and suggestions for this story to emoducky707@yahoo.com Thanks for reading! :D