Teenagers of the 4th street : the new guy

It was just like any other summer. Everyday I stay at our house at the 4th Street watching TV, listening to music, surfing the net, writing poetry and shit, playing video games and working out whenever I feel like it. Sometimes I go out to the beach or to the movies. When night falls, I usually go to this club called “No Barricades” to sing some rock songs with my band, dance ‘til I get fucking tired and sometimes meet the occasional gay who digs me and wants to get fucked by my boner. I go home at around 2am and sleep ‘til I feel like getting my ass out of bed. 

My normal summer lifestyle went on until one day; my mom called me out of my sound trip to give her a hand.

“Justin, honey” she called “Can you help me?”

I rushed to the kitchen where I found her carrying a plastic dish containing a familiar treat.

“Is that chocolate cake?” I asked her. “Mom, you’re diabetic! You’re not supposed to eat that.”

“Calm down!” she answered, “This is not for me. It’s for our new neighbors. I need you to carry this for me my hands have been a little sore lately”. She paused for a moment then she said; “finally somebody decided to live there”.

“Well it’s not like they have a choice” I told her “There aren’t a lot of vacant spots here”

She looked at me and smiled. 

“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing” 

I wanted to comment on that considering how twisted our family can get. My dad is this anti-homosexual asshole who hates me for not letting him be the control freak of my life. My mom is your all time favorite neighborhood girl who is obsessed with baking. I’ve never told them that I am gay so for the last 2 years they’ve been sending me on blind dates. My 19yr.old brother, Terry, on the other hand, knows about my secret and doesn’t really care. The truth is he’s fine with it.

Actually, every time I think about him, I get very hard coz I have to admit, he is very hot with a muscled body and a fat 8-inch dick to match. Not bad… not bad at all. Regardless of his angelic face, he is a horny bastard. Every Saturday we’d watch porn and always end up jacking-off. Apparently, he likes to remove all his cloths before doing his thing. I think he knows that I get off just by watching him.

I was thinking about him when I realized that we were already standing at our new neighbor’s door. Seconds after my mom knocked on the door; there was this middle-aged woman who came bursting out with a freaky smile.

We went inside the house and my mom actually got along well with her. Her name is Betty. And for someone who behaves just like my mom, she is definitely not gonna be seeing me a lot. Or so I thought until I heard her call her 18yr.old son.

“Christopher…” she called “Get your butt down here and meet the neighbors.”

And there he was. About my height, jet black spiky hair, white skin, fair complexion, muscled body and looked good with a leather jacket, a fitted undershirt and an earring on his left ear. At that moment, I think I was lost for words.

“This is Mrs. Crowl” she began “and her son, Justin. I think the two of you will get along”

I was just about to shake his had when I heard him reply to his mom in an appealing moderately deep voice.

“Whatever…”

“Christopher!”

“Here it comes…the part when you tell me how anti-social I am. I need to take my things upstairs, so for the sake of not wasting my time…” he faced me and sarcastically said: “Hey I’m Christopher. You can call me Chris. I sometimes go temporarily insane and get on other people’s nerves like drug overdose. Technically their still alive but some end in a critical condition. If you feel like not getting a major part in my life… thank God”

Sarcastic, Confident and Word wise! I was turned on. I’ve always found attraction in the bad boys. My previous boyfriend was a down ass goody two shoes and got really boring. I answered him with the same level of sarcasm that he offered me.

“Whoa! Chill! A simple ‘hi’ would have been nice. But, seeing how aggressive you are with your choice of words, try this… Tranquilizer. 

The expressions on our moms’ faces were hilarious. My mom looked like a mutant and Betty looked like the devil on heels. Then Chris gave a half smile. I was melting inside. I could tell that he liked me.

“ I think my mom’s right…”

I smiled right back at him “They usually are… Maternal instinct and all…”

My mom told me to help them out with their unpacking to get my lazy butt in gear. So I helped him carry his boxes and we went straight to his room. We stayed there for a while chatting. I learned that we had a lot in common. But one question still remains… is he straight or gay…

As I was looking at his CD collection he went into the bathroom to change but didn’t really close the door so I was able to peep. He started to undo his top revealing a well-built body (firm chest, broad shoulders, strong biceps, and well-developed abdominal muscles). In exchange for the jacket and fitted shirt he wore a sleeveless shirt. I noticed a black tattoo on his shoulder that looked like vines. I was disappointed that he didn’t take off his pants but the bulge on them was big…