Older Neighbor Boy Walter

When I was 11-years old, I liked to spy on my big brother and his friend by using my little sister’s baby room monitor. I would hide the transmitter in our bedroom, and then listen to them over the monitor from our treehouse in the backyard. My brother and his friend were both 14, and they would talk endlessly about how they played with their dicks, which they referred to as jacking-off or beating their meat. They also talked about cumming, which my 11-year old mind confused with coming. Coming where? I would think.

But after a few weeks of listening, I figured out that coming and making sperm come out of your dick was the same thing. They both seemed to use the word sperm and come in the same manner. I heard my brother’s friend use both words in the same sentance.

“By the time my cum stopped squirting, I was covered with sperm..” My brother’s friend said.

Listening to them say these things would always make my dick get hard. They would described in great detail how they played with their dicks and stroked them until cum shot come. Since I couldn’t make any sperm yet, I didn’t see any point in pulling my dick out to play with it. I assumed that penis play for an 11-year old was limited to squeezing it through my pants. But an older guy named Walter would teach me otherwise.

He was 17-years old and lived down the street from us. Whenever I would see Walter out in front of his house cutting the grass, or washing his van, I’d always stop to talk with him. He was always nice ever sincer he and his parents moved in a year ago. There where other older boys on my street that I had known my entire life, but none treated better then Walter. Most of them went out of their way to be mean, but Walter treated me like a friend. Hell……he treated me like royalty!

I had just got done listening to my brother and his friend for nearly an hour. They talked all about jacking-off, hard dicks, and squirting come until his friend went home. I got bored and went to go ride my bike up and down the street. That’s when I spotted a giant tool box next to Walters van. I didn’t see Walter, so I decided to coast up his driveway and wait a few minutes to see if he’d come outside. But when I pulled up next to the huge toolbox, I saw his legs sticking out from under van. .

“Watcha doin’ Walter?” I asked.

“Hiya Chico! – who’s that with you? He said.

“Who? – There nobody with me.” I said.

“Oh, okay. So what’s happining sexy?” Walter said.

“Oh my gosh! Don’t call me that. You called me that a few days ago too, how come?” I said.

“Because you are sexy. You’re gonna be driving the girls crazy. Do you have a girlfriend yet?” He asked.

“NOWAY! – YUCK WALTER!- Girls are stupid!” I said.

“That’s true, but if you won 2 free tickets to Disneyland, who would you go with, a girl or a boy?”

“A boy!” I said without having to think about it.

“Why a boy and not a girl?” Walter asked.

“Helloooo! – It’s Disneyland! – Anything is more funner with a boy then with some stupid girl.” I said.

“I couldn’t of said that better myself! – You know what Chico? You’re smart and sexy!” Walter said.

“Oh jeeze!” I said feeling warm on my face and neck.

The fact of the matter was that I liked it when Walter called me sexy. But I didn’t ever want anyone else to hear him call me that. I suspected that Walter didn’t want to be overheard either by the way he looked around before saying it. I guess you could say that I had an innocent boy-crush on Walter even though I didn’t understand the mechanics of it all. Walter said that I was the coolest kid on the street, and no matter
how many stupid questions I asked, he never got tired of answering them, or annoyed by me asking them.

That’s what some people said about me, that I was annoying but not Walter. And today was no different as I sat there on the ground, handing tools to him. I was intrigued by all of the hairs on his legs. I had seen his legs before, but never from this close up. He even had them above his knee, and all the way up until his shorts covered his legs.

“Walter?” I asked

“What? my little sexy Latin buddy.” Walter said, but only loud enough for me to hear.