Though I had the house to myself that Friday night, the place still felt too small. Growing more restless, I moved from the living room to my bedroom, where the window was open and the local Top 40 radio station played at low volume. Earlier that evening, Mom had stuck her head in my room. "Sawyer, I'm heading out," she said. "I won't be back till tomorrow morning." She was having a girls' night out with several of her co...

When I left for work the following morning, I found myself sneaking glances at George's house. Was he still in bed, making the most of his Saturday by sleeping late? Or was he already in his kitchen, sipping coffee? Was he thinking of what we'd done last night? As for me, I couldn't stop thinking about it. During the drive into town, I kept recalling every detail of that amazing blowjob. I grew hard, my erection straining...

No doubt about it, my neighbor had me hooked. George had given me my first taste of sex, and now I wanted to gorge myself on it. For the next several days, I felt as if a low-grade but constant arousal was burning beneath my skin. Though I masturbated morning and night, I still woke up hard, practically humping my mattress. As George said, I had an itch that needed scratching. Along with providing me an outlet for sexual...

I knew it was pathetic to be jealous of Gerald, but as I stood at the backyard grill on the Fourth of July, I found myself glowering at my neighbor's son. While I was supposed to be making sure I cooked the hot dogs just the way Mom liked, I was much more interested in watching George, Gerald, and Gerald's girlfriend. They were sitting on George's back porch, sipping from glasses of iced tea. I'd already exchanged friendl...