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I like the way you are writing... my english is not so good --- but I like your storys... thanks for the time I spent here !

Nice story pvdh

Is there a part two in the works ?

Robby lives in the centrum of Amsterdam. Together with his parents and older brother they occupy the 3^rd and 4^th floor of an old canal side house. Robby is student on the gymnasium. But because of the Corona virus all schools in the Netherlands are closed by order of the government. Robby is home alone. He promised his mother not to go outside on the streets or into the park. He doesn’t have to. On a daily base he has online lessons and he got more than enough homework assignments. Moreover, he has close contacts with his close friends through social media, the internet and a long list of books which his parents want him to read. But in the third week of his lockdown boredom mercilessly hits him hard. With his textbook Robby climbs to the attic. Sitting in the open attic window, enjoying the warm spring sunshine he looks down of what has left of the busy city life. Only one boy saunters with his dog along the abandoned canal.

Then also the attic window of his neighbors opens. It’s Harold, his one year younger neighbor boy. The two boys never had much contact with each other. Harold doesn’t play football with the others on the square. Sometimes they meet in the streets and say hallo. And every New Year’s night they shake hands as their parents do it dutifully. Harold is gay. At least, that’s what Robby thinks. The way he makes up this face, his behavior, his haircut and his dressing style with lots of colors are obvious signs. Robby sits back a little bit. Hoping Harold doesn’t notice him. Harold smokes sneakily.  Probably weed. White clouds of smoke are blown apart by the cold wind set.

Then Harold sees the opened window at his neighbors. Leaning forward he sees Robby and calls him. Robby has to react. Over the rooftop they scatter with each other about what is going on in the world. Until Harold casually announces he is coming over to him though the wide rain gutter. First Robby doesn’t believe his ears. They are sitting at the attic of a very high canal side house. If ones fall down here, there will only be a thin piece to scrape up from the sidewalk. Although the rain gutter between the two dormers windows is an escape route in case of fire. And on the sloping roof a metal rails is mounted to hold on to. Still Robby wouldn’t cross over if it wasn’t really necessary. Just suppose what could happen when a sudden wind gust hits you. But Harold easily walks over as if he does this every day. Harold is wearing red sport trousers and a black and white blocked hoodie.

They keep 1.5 meters distance from each other. As all Dutch people are instructed on television to do so. Curious Harold looks around the attic. There’s an old couch, a pile of empty boxes which have to be kept ‘for guarantee reason’, old books, a collection of magazines left behind by a previous occupant, old painting materials, cleaning stuff and so on. “This would be a nice extra room for me” is Harold’s conclusion. Directly followed by a question: “What are you doing?”  “Yeah, nothing really.” Just for show Robby opens this textbook and start reading it as Harold takes a magazine and drops down on the couch. For a short while they chatter about the situation in the city. Then the conversation stops. After another 10 minutes Harold inconspicuously inserts his right hand into his trousers subtly playing with his dick. Maybe it’s an exciting magazine that he found. Robby does as if he doesn’t see it. It’s too innocent to respond to.

After spending a while in the attic, they go down to the kitchen to have something to drink. Again Harold surprises himself. He has never been in his neighbor’s house. The apartment is furnished very differently compared to theirs with lots of tight white and modern art. Harold likes it. Robby pours the two glasses of lemonade. Robby forgot they still have to keep the 1.5 meter distance and amicably remove some dust debris that remained on Harold’s back.  The 1.5 meter rule seems so pointless for them and meant for other people. Robby is pleased with the distraction Harold is giving him. But he realizes he has to check into his computer now and then to keep in regular contact with school. That’s why he asked Harold to join him to his bedroom. Harold can play with an I-pad on bed when he works on the computer. Like this another hour passes by quietly.

Playing on the I-pad bores Harold. Curiously he checks out Robby’s wardrobe. Again and again he comes up with questions where the garment has been bought. Most clothing is too big for him. But when he finds something that might fit he asked if he can try it on. As long as he puts everything neatly folded back, there’s no problem. It turns out into a private fashion show in which Harold occasionally stands in his underpants between the wardrobe and the bed. No longer is Robby able to concentrate on his work. With mounting excitement he looks at the beautiful, smooth, young body of his neighbor who is (apparently) unsuspectingly prowl in the wardrobe. Until he finds Robby’s underwear. One by one he spreads out the briefs and shorts out on the bed. “He will not truly…” flashes through Robby’s head. But that is exactly Harold’s plan. Holding up the smallest brief he can find and brutally askes: “Can I try this one on?” Robby is shocked but stammers it is okay. Harold leaves for the hallway to discreetly pull on the underwear. That fortunately still. It gives Robby the opportunity to rearrange the boner in his trouser into a more comfortable position. Does Harold really not realize how enormous sexy this is?

Harold enters the bedroom again. Only wearing his sneakers and Robby’s brief. It fits him perfectly. And it is clearly that Harold also likes the masquerade. First he checks out himself in front of the dressing mirror on the side of the wardrobe and then turns shamelessly toward Robby. “What do you find of it?” Robby can only earnestly admit this is the most beautiful thing he has seen lately. But what else can he do with that? Is Harold pulling his leg? Is he part of a roleplay? “Come closer” Robby ask. ”So I can better look at it”. Behaved Harold does what he is told to do with mischievous shinning eyes. Of course he knows this may have consequences. That’s why he behaves like a challenging slut in the first place. Secretly he hopes that Robby will place his hand on the fabric. But what happened then even surprises Harold.

Robby stands up from his chair. Grasp Harold with both hands and kisses him full on the mouth. Before Harold realizes what is happening, Robby pushes him backwards on the bed and lies beside him. “Euuh” Harold terrified moans. This he hasn’t seen coming by his nicely raised neighbor. But that makes it not less desirable. Arms are fighting for the best position. When the kissing stops, Robby tenderly caresses the naked torso of the boy beside him. He blushes with excitement. Harold plays the helpless victim. Playfully Robby’s fingers slide though the thin armpit hair. And the slowly continues down from there. The beautiful chest, the ribs, the smooth abdomen and dimple navel. All get his attention. The tension is palpable. Two pairs of eyes are looking at each other uneasily.

Robby has to sit up for it. Then slowly slips his hand on the bulge in the underpants. Again Harold moans when Robby’s fingers explore the contour of the erection and the upward projecting scrotum. “So beautiful” Robby whispers. Then he lifts up the front of the elastic pants. First to look what’s under it. When that pleases him, he pulls down the underwear. Robby needs two hands to do so. A young cock with hard glans, protruding out of the foreskin pops up. The next moment Robby has already grasped the stiff cock and taken the purple tip between his lips. Curiously tasting a droplet pre-cum that flows out of the pissing hole. After that, there is no stopping. Robby sucks the hard cock while he jerks it with full hand. For a short moment this process is interrupted to remove the underpants completely. Then Robby goes on spoiling the shaft with his tongue and sucking the balls into his mouth one by one.

Slowly Robby seems to settle for a bit. Tenderly, he caresses the beautiful muscled chest and abdomen again so Harold is forced to help himself. “You are so beautiful” Robby whispers. And while he’s caressing him, Harold masturbates until it makes himself cum. The sperm splatters on his smooth skin. In no time Robby also has his pants unbuttoned and given freedom to his stiff cock. Standing on his knees beside Harold on the bed he masturbates until his semen also sprays on the boy. Like a buck on an oat box Harold jumps up to take the dripping dick into this mouth. Robby sigh of pleasure and runs his fingers through the thick hair in front of his crotch.

Afterwards they lie side to side together on the bed and kiss each other in the neck. There is an embarrassment to look the other into his eyes. Harold pulls himself close to his neighbor. The sperm sticks between their bellies. And their decreasing erections rub against each other. Robby’s hands caressing Harold’s back and grab the smooth buttocks. Harold moans satisfied when he feels the fingers in his perineum sliding against his anus.

After the boys cleaned themselves in the bathroom and get dressed again, it’s almost noon. Harold has to go home if he doesn’t want his mother to find out he escaped over the roof. “I’ll be back this afternoon” he lets Robby know as he prepares to step into the rain gutter again. Then Robby stops him by holding his wrist. He hesitates with what he has to say. Blushing, but resolutely, he tells what’s on his heart: “If you come back, I want to prick you”. Visibly surprised Harold looks back. “Prick?” Do that means he thinks it means? Then Robby releases the wrist and Harold disappears through the gutter. Will he still be back that afternoon?