"Come on Drew, it can't be that bad," my mom said. "Yeah, it can," I responded. "I never wanted to move here to Minnesota. All there is here in this state are lakes and a crappy football team." "No, there's more to that. There's the Mall of America, um, and, well, the rest doesn't matter. Just try and be "Whatever. I'm taking a walk," I said coldly. "Just be back by 9:00, ok? I'll save some dinner for you if you're not home by then," she hollered as I walked down the street.
I thought to myself, "God! Why me? Why did I have to move here? Why did it have to be me?" As I continued down the street, a basket ball came rolling my way and hit my feet. A tall guy ran in my direction chasing after the ball. I picked it up and handed it to him. "This yours," I asked. "Yeah, that's mine," he replied. "You're the new guy that just moved in down the street, aren't you?" "That would be me," I replied. "How did you know?" "My parents told me we were going to have new neighbors. Do you see that yellow house right there," he said pointing. "Yeah," I responded. "I live in that house," he said. "Cool. My name is Drew," I said. "I'm Landon. So, where are you from," Landon asked. "California. The place where you could wear shorts in the winter," I replied. "Ha! Don't expect that here," he said. "I was just on my way back home; do you want to play some basketball?" "Sure. I have five hours to waste," I replied. "Cool," Landon said.
As I walked with Landon to his house, I noticed how fit he was. He had strong, muscular looking arms and broad shoulders. I then looked at myself. I wasn't very muscular, but had a nice six pack and some strong legs. "Man! This guy is hot! I've never met someone as hot as him in California," I said to myself. We arrived at Landon's house and shot some hoops for a while. After thirty minutes or so, we headed inside. "Do you want something to drink," Landon asked. "Hell yeah. I'm friggin' thirsty," I said panting in between words. "How long have you been playing basketball? You play like Jordan." "I've been playing since fifth grade," Landon said handing me a bottle of water. I took the bottle and guzzled it down. "That's some good water," I said putting the empty bottle down on the counter. "I know. I love this stuff," he replied. "Do you want to do something? Play video games, watch a movie, anything?" "How about a movie? I'm too beat to focus on a game right now," I replied. "Okay, what do you want to watch," Landon asked. "I don't know. What do you have," I asked. Landon walked towards a big shelf with DVDs spanning four shelves. "Take your pick," he replied. I scanned the shelves and picked up American Pie. "How about this one," I asked as I showed Landon the DVD. "Sure," Landon replied. I popped the DVD in the DVD tray of the DVD player and hit play. "This movie's awesome," I said. To my surprise, two guys humping each other came on the screen. "Holy shit! What's this?" Landon looked at the screen, "Oh shit. Um, you didn't see this." Landon immediately took the remote and turned the power off. "What was that?" I know that wasn't American Pie," I asked boldly. "Um, it was, um. Okay, I have to tell you something," he said stuttering. "I'm listening," I replied. "I- I'm gay," he said shyly. "You can't tell anyone though!" The moment he said those words my heart raced. I couldn't believe he was gay. "Oh," I said looking at the ground. "I-" "You can't tell anyone! I haven't told anyone yet, not even my parents," he said interrupting me. "Trust me. I won't tell anyone. I haven't told anyone either," I said hesitantly. "What? What do you mean," he asked wonderingly. "I'm gay too," I blurted. "Wait! You? Gay? You're kidding, right? You're too hot to be gay," Landon said. "Hehe, thanks. You're not too bad yourself," I said looking into his blue eyes. "You're just saying that to make me feel better," he said. "Yeah," I said jokingly. I looked at Landon in the eyes again and walked over to him. I leaned in and kissed his soft lips, "I've wanted to do that to you ever since I met you today." "Me too," he said before kissing me back. "Follow me." I followed Landon into what appeared to be his room. He then took me in his arms and kissed me again. "You're an awesome kisser," I said blushing. "Thanks," he replied. "Actually, there was something else I wanted to do to you when I first met you." "What's that," I asked. Landon pushed me onto his bed and kissed me again, "This." Landon worked his way down to my pants. He took them off and threw them on the ground. "You'll like this." Landon ripped my boxers off and gazed at me dick. "Holy shit man, you're huge!" I just smiled and motioned Landon to my dick. Landon took my dick into his hand and started playing with it. He looked into my eyes once again before going down on my dick. "Oh yeah, Landon," I moaned. "That feels good." "It tastes good," he said. "I know it does," I said smiling. "How would you know," he asked pulling away from my dick. "Do you want to see," I asked. "Here, just hold my legs." Landon took hold of my legs as I got into position. "Wait, can you-," he said before stopping abruptly. I took my dick into my hands and started sucking on my dick. "That's what I mean," I said smiling. "Holy shit," he exclaimed, "That's fucking awesome!" "Isn't it," I asked laughing. I then took the cock back in my hands and started sucking the head of my throbbing dick again. I glanced over to Landon and saw him jerking through his boxers. "Wanna join?" I let go of my cock and let Landon suck on it for a while. "Mm, this tastes even better know," he said licking his lips. Landon sucked on my dick until I couldn't take it much longer. "You feel close. Tell me when you're going to cum, okay?" "It's coming. Now," I shouted as I came into Landon's awaiting mouth. "Oh yeah. That feels good." Landon licked the tip of my cock again to get the last of my cum. Landon then leaned forward and kissed me with cum still in his mouth. Our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths and then lights glared through the windows. "Holy shit! My parents are home," Landon said quickly, "Here, put your clothes back on and meet me in the kitchen." Landon hurried off to the bathroom and I put my clothes back on hurriedly. "Landon, we're home," I heard his parents yell. "Okay," Landon responded back, "I'm in the bathroom." I walked to the kitchen and sat down. His parents walked into the kitchen and noticed me. "Hi. Um, have we met," his mom asked nervously." As she asked me, the bathroom door came open and Landon rushed out. "Hey, how was the movie," he asked. "Good," his father said. "Oh, this is Drew. He just moved in across the street. I invited him over to play some ball," Landon said. "Hello, I'm Mrs. Johnson, and this is my husband," Mrs. Johnson said. "Hello," Mr. Johnson said stretching his arm out. I shook his hand and then looked at the clock. "Oh man, I have to go now. It was really nice to meet you guys." "Same here Drew," his parents said in unison. I walked back to Landon's room to pick up my shoes. "So," Landon said as he entered the room. "So," I replied shyly. "I guess I'll see you around," he said. "Definitely," I replied with a grin. I leaned in and kissed Landon again and then left for my house. "Maybe moving here wasn't such a bad idea," I said to myself.