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Samesex/fathson
Ganymede
Like Father, Like Son
WARNING:
This story deals with the taboo subject of incest and
includes descriptions of a variety of sexual acts between men
and MINOR boys.
COPYRIGHT:
Copyright is held by the author at an27868@anon.penet.fi.
September, 1993. Fair use consists of copying and distributing
via electronic means in the public domain only. In printed media,
copyright protection remains for more than individual copies.
Chapter 1.
Mark Gordon stretched back into the seat, basking in the
morning sun as it streamed through the bay window into his bedroom.
He yawned sleepily, almost dozing in the sun, then he stretched out
lazily. The sun glistened in his dark brown hair, reflecting off
and intensifying the reddish highlights. He turned back to look as
his friend Adrian who lounged comfortably on the bed. He liked
Adrian. They had been best friends beginning from about two weeks
after he and his father had moved into the big old house at the end
of the street. That had been nearly six years ago, right after his
mother had left for good. Mark had long forgotten why his mother
had left and the events that led up to her departure had been pushed
into the innermost recesses of his mind.
Mark leaned forward and picked up the plastic model of a
Porsche 928-S4 that he'd finished only two days ago. He'd been
lonely for the two weeks while Adrian was away visiting his uncle
in the country. Assembling the intricate model of the car had
helped to pass the long days he spent by himself. But now Adrian
was back and they still had about three weeks of summer holidays
left before school started. Already the two boys were bored. It was
almost too hot to go outside.
"You did a really cool job, Mark," Adrian said. "This is the
best one ever."
Mark looked up at his friend and away from his current
activity of running the car along the window sill. Mark was making
a small growling noise as he pretended to change gears. He braked
his imaginary Porsche, "I'm gonna get one of these when I'm older.
These are the best cars ever built." His voice was slightly higher
pitched than Adrian's but both boys were still prepubescent. They
were still filled with the daydreams of youth, the unfilled
longings for the things of which their fantasies were made off. The
chromed wheels of the model car sparkled in the sun as Mark reversed
it back towards himself, "The S4 can do 170 you know. And zero to
sixty in a bit under five seconds! It's got like 340 horse power,"
he added accelerating the car down the window sill again.
"You wanna take it out on the driveway again?" Adrian asked.
"Nah, maybe later, when it cools down. It's too hot out there
now." Mark twisted away and placed the model car back in its
assigned spot, next to the 930 Porsche and the Corvette. "So what
did you and your uncle do while you were away?" he asked.
Adrian looked up suddenly from contemplating his shoes, "Huh?"
he said in surprise. "Oh", he shrugged, "Not a lot. Mostly he worked
around the farm during the day. He got up pretty early, so he could
work before it got too hot. I helped him a bit, he let me drive the
tractor a coupla times too. Most afternoons we went swimming in the
creek."
"Cool! It was pretty dull around here without you," Mark said.
The boy looked out the window absently as he scratched his bare
leg. The house cleaner had already left for the day. The big old
house was filled with a quiet coolness and the lemony smell of
furniture polish drifting in the air. The two boys were alone until
Mark's father came home from work in the evening. "So, you wanna
watch TV or something?" Mark asked his friend.
Adrian shrugged, "Nothing much on yet. Just the soaps and
stuff. You got any new videos."
"I tried to get my dad to buy me one on the weekend, but he
couldn't find one he liked. I wanted the new Dirty Harry one, but
there was no way," Mark said. "So what do you wanna do?" Adrian
shrugged and sighed quietly as he looked away into the distant
corner of the room. It bothered Mark. Normally Adrian had all the
ideas when they were bored. His friend was inattentive, almost
paying no attention to him. He'd never seen Adrian like this
before. He'd always been kind of quiet, but this was different. It
was like something was eating at his friend. Mark tried the direct
approach. "So what's the problem, Adrian?" he asked as he flipped
at the curtains in frustration and increasing boredom.
"Nothing!" the other boy replied curtly. There was a resentful
note in his voice as if Mark's curiosity had somehow invaded his
privacy.
Mark looked at Adrian, "Nothing? Okay, have it your way," he
said. The other boy smiled weakly, almost grateful that Mark had
backed off. "You wanna do our dicks?" Mark asked quietly,
hopefully.
At that Adrian looked back at Mark, "Huh?"
"You heard me. Well do you?" he asked.
Adrian smiled and swallowed as he looked at Mark seriously,
"Here,... now,...?"
"No dummy! Out in the back yard when my dad comes home. What
do you think?"
Adrian giggled as the image crossed his mind. "He'd be
pissed", he smiled.
"You're not wrong 'bout that. Well do you?" Mark asked again
persistently. Adrian nodded and twisted onto one side of the bed
to make space for his friend as Mark padded across the room in his
bare feet. He flopped down on the bed, sitting barely inches away
from the other boy. Already he could feel the now familiar surge
inside him as his pent-up desire surfaced. Mark was more aware of
Adrian's body than he'd ever been in the past. He could feel the
familiar warmth and growing sensation in his groin. He was becoming
hard the way he always did whenever his attention was directed to
that small though very sensitive part of his young body. "You wanna
take off all our clothes this time?" Mark asked as he started to
undo the metal clasp of his shorts.
Adrian shook his head as he concentrated on his zipper. Then
he lay back and lifted his buttocks up of the bed, tugging his
shorts downward to his knees at the same time as Mark. For a second
Mark glanced at his friend's exposed body. The small penis was hard
and sticking outward like his own. The other boy's testicles hung
loosely in the silky folds of his scrotum while his own little
testicles formed a little rounded, wrinkled lump underneath his
penis. Their penises were almost the same size when they were limp.
If anything Adrian's penis was a fraction longer and thicker,
although Mark hadn't been circumcised and he was about two inches
taller and few pounds heavier. When the boys were erect the
difference in size was more visible. After many measurements the
indisputable fact was that Adrian's penis was somewhere between a
half-inch and three-quarters-of-an-inch longer than Mark's. Mark
argued that the former was the accurate measurement, while Adrian
held out for the latter. At eleven years old, a fraction of an inch
is important. However, the difference didn't end there. Adrian's
penis was thicker. It was a flat wedge-like shape that tapered
outward from a broad base and seemed to join to his pubis as an
extension of his belly muscles. Mark's penis was thinner and the
attachment to his pubis was marked by a little furrow on the sides
and top. It seemed to come from underneath him as an attachment to
his lower belly.
The two boys looked up, their eyes meeting. Their immature
bodies almost quivered with excitement as they reached toward each
other's genitals. Their fingers were outstretched and seeking the
comforting hard warmth of the other boy as their hands were drawn
inexorably closer to the other boy's sex organs. As Adrian's hand
closed around Mark's penis and pulled down to retract the foreskin
over the little bulbous head, Mark sighed. His penis flexed
instinctively, jumping happily. "I missed you," Mark said
plaintively, "I missed doing this too," he added as an
afterthought. His hand now closed possessively around Adrian's
penis and his fingers pressed into his palm, his thumb stroking the
tip of the other boy's penis.
"We're dick buddies," Adrian grinned.
"Huh? What did you say?" Mark asked. He was now engrossed in
the wonderfully feelings that spread outward from his groin and
tingled up his spine. He felt warm and happy all over, the silky
soft skin of Adrian's throbbing penis hot in his hand.
"We're dick buddies, 'cause we like each other's dicks".
"Yeahhhh", Mark sighed again.
Adrian sighed too, settling his head back into the pillows.
His eyes were half-closed in bliss as he gently caressed his
friend's penis, stroking the short hard shaft and tickling the
little knot of his balls, then going back to rub the delicate little
head between his thumb and first finger, "Yeah!" he said quietly.
Unlike Mark who was grinning happily, secure and content in the
playful touching, his heart beating fast, Adrian was almost
detached from the gentle game. His thoughts were elsewhere.
After about a minute, Mark looked up curiously. "So what's the
problem, Adrian?" he asked his friend.
"I already told you. Nothing! Okay? Just leave me alone." Mark
swallowed, taking his hand away quickly from Adrian's penis. "No
dummy, I didn't mean that. I mean,... well,... I,... I don't want
to talk about it. Okay?" Adrian said, his voice breaking with
rising anger.
"Yeah, sure, if that's what you want," Mark said sulkily,
aware of the distance growing between them. He liked Adrian. Adrian
was his best friend, his only real friend in the whole world. They
had always trusted each other and they had always been able to talk.
Now it was if a barrier had formed between them, Mark on one side,
Adrian on the other.
His hand moved slowly back to Adrian's penis and the two boys
continued to fondle each other quietly but the passion that Mark
had felt earlier was extinguished. Long slow minutes passed. The
boys continued their touching gently and their penises slightly
softened. No longer charged with the excitement of the moment, the
tiny bluish-purple veins were now barely visible. Finally Adrian
spoke, his voice trembling nervously, "You gotta promise never to
tell anyone, ever."
"Cross my heart!" Mark promised sincerely as he wondered what
was going on.
There was another long silence as Adrian took his hand away
from Mark's penis and turned onto his back, looking up at the
ceiling thoughtfully. He breathed deeply, "Mark,... Mark while I
was away,... I had sex."
"Huh?" Mark said. It wasn't jealousy that shattered his
thoughts but a terrible sinking despair. The loneliness that he had
known while Adrian was away intensified suddenly, "You had sex?",
he asked uncertainly, his voice quavering awkwardly. "You did it
with a girl?" he asked incredulously.
Adrian let out a high pitched giggle that sounded remarkably
like a girl's. "No dummy,... Not with a girl. I did it with a
guy,... an older guy." There was no disguising the note of pride
in his voice, the knowledge that he knew something, a lot, that his
friend didn't know."
Mark sat up and leaned on his outstretched arm as he looked
down at his friend. Adrian smiled smugly but his eyes avoided
Mark's gaze. "An older guy?" he said in disbelief, then added, "How
old? A lot older than you? Who?"
Adrian smirked knowingly, suddenly enjoying his friend's
sudden spurt of jealousy. "A lot older," he confirmed. "He's
about,... let's see,... 'bout 35 I guess, maybe a little bit
older,... but I don't think so," he said in his most teasing voice.
Mark trembled in excitement. Disbelief flashed across his
face. He had never told Adrian about his deepest, darkest secret,
about the thing that interested him the most, about the thoughts
that had been with him for as long as he could remember. They were
thoughts that he'd tried again and again to submerge deeply into
the recesses of his mind. They were thoughts that always seemed to
come back with a vengeance and without warning, getting stronger
and stronger each time until they were now impossible for him to
ignore. "You did it with a man,... a grown man?" he asked, his voice
barely more than a whisper.
"Huh! Huh!" Adrian acknowledged.
"But,...but you're eleven, you're a,... kid, you're still a
kid like me," Mark breathed out, wondering, questioning, still
disbelieving, hoping.
"So? Kids can do it too. Boys CAN have SEX you know," Adrian
replied.
Mark breathed out, the next question looming in his mind. It
frightened him. "But,... but what did you do?" he asked quietly.
He hoped that Adrian would answer as he wondered if all he'd done
was touch and rub the man's penis the same way the two boys had
been doing since last Christmas.
"Everything," Adrian said simply. "It's more than just dick
games you know."
"Yeah but what?" Mark asked innocently. His curiosity was now
insatiable as the questions formed rapidly in his mind, "Tell me
what happened? What you did do? Please?"
"You're never gonna tell anybody, ever? You promised," Adrian
teased. Mark nodded. "I did it with my uncle."
"Your uncle?" Mark asked uncertainly. His heart leaped and
then crashed as he looked at Adrian in disbelief.
Adrian nodded his head and then turned to face Mark. "On the
second night I was there,... he came into my bedroom. He came to
say goodnight,... but he sat down on the side of the bed. It was
way past ten o'clock and it was dark. I could barely see him and
he was only a foot away. Paul, that's my uncle, started rubbing my
shoulders and necks. He was really gentle and he barely touched me.
It was more like a tickle, but it felt really nice. It was really
hot too, all I had on was my underpants but I had the sheet over
me." He paused and shivered slightly as the memory flooded back.
He hadn't been frightened at the time but he was now.
"What happened?" Mark asked excitedly.
"His hands were cool and they kept on moving around and
around, each time going just a little bit further down and kind of
pushing the sheet as well. I really like my Uncle Paul and I felt
so good all over. I didn't want him to stop and I was getting kind
of sleepy. Then he got to my tummy and he started playing with my
belly button. It was about then I realized my dick was stiff. I was
scared he'd go down a little bit further and find out. I was kind
of worried what he would think with me getting hard from him
touching me."
"Yeah, I guess. What,... what did you do?" Mark asked
hesitantly.
"I tried to roll onto my side, like I was going to sleep..."
The boy hesitated as he remembered and then continued, "... but
Paul held my hip and made me lie on my back. That's when he said
that I shouldn't be scared. That he knew what I liked it. I couldn't
think of anything to say. All I could do was shake my head. Anyway
Paul lifted back the sheet, all the way past my feet. He didn't
touch me for a bit, like for about a minute. He was thinking I
guess, then he put his hand over my dick...." Adrian's voice
trailed off. He swallowed and reached down between his slender pale
legs. His fingers enclosed his small hardening cock and he began
to rub gently along the full length but concentrating most of his
movement on the little reddened helmet-tip.
"Wow!" Mark said, his voice crackling with growing excitement.
"He touched your dick?" he asked still uncertain. His pulse
quickened instantly with a surge of adrenaline.
"Uh huh. He didn't stop even though I was shaking my head. He
kind of started rubbing me there, using just the tips of his fingers
really lightly on my balls. I thought about asking him to stop,
Mark. I did I really did, but I couldn't. If you'd been there you'd
know, it felt so good,...It was a really nice feeling," Adrian said
honestly as he looked at his friend and breathed out. The boy felt
the relief that comes from sharing something that had been worrying
at his mind. He hadn't felt guilt or shame at the time, that had
come afterwards, in the morning, and by then it was too late. "He
knew I liked it too, that I didn't want him to stop. Then he asked
me if he could take my underpants off, because they were in the
way. I tried to shake my head but I couldn't. I tried to see his
face. I wanted to tell him no. I could just make out that he was
smiling at me. He was happy, and I was happy and I nodded. But
Mark,... Mark he knew I was going to say it was all right,...he
already had my underpants about halfway down when I nodded."
"You're kidding", Mark said. The words flew through his head,
confused with his own hidden desires and merged with his
imagination, it was as though he was there in Adrian's body. "Go
on," he prompted eagerly, then suddenly looking away at the window
as if afraid of his own eagerness.
"He took them right off and then I felt his hands moving my
feet outward so that my legs were apart. He kind of slid his hands
back up my legs. He went really slowly, until his hands were right
next to my dick and then he started stroking my balls. I think with
his thumbs. It felt even better than before. Then, after a bit, he
started rubbing my dick. He said I was so hard because I liked it
so much. He said that I was just like him, that he liked boys like
me and I was old enough to start if I wanted to. I didn't know
exactly what he wanted, but I guessed I said okay because the next
thing that happened was that my uncle stood up and started taking
off his clothes."
"Nooo!" Mark breathed out, "What,... what did you do, Adrian?
You saw his penis,... his dick then?"
Adrian giggled, as he stopped stroking his own penis, reached
out and took Mark's not-unwilling hand and placed it over the small
firm shaft. "You do me, okay, but do it mostly on the tip 'cause
that's where it's the most sensitive," he instructed. Mark's hand
moved awkwardly, suddenly aware that a man's hand had touched
Adrian's penis. A grown man's hand had touched every part of his
best friend's body, had done things to him that Mark barely
understood, or even realized were possible. Mark suddenly felt very
very young. Younger than his eleven years, far younger than his
intellectual age which was somewhere around fourteen.
"Yeah! He's got a pretty big one. It' sa lot bigger than mine
or yours. It's really long and thick. And his balls are huge, 'bout
like golf balls. He's really hairy down there too, not all over his
body, but just down there. Anyway, once Uncle Paul was naked too
he lay down next to me and I turned over to face him. He hugged me
so tight that it even hurt a bit. Then,... then he started kissing
me, Mark!"
"He,... he kissed you?"
"Everywhere. On the lips mostly, but all over my face and
neck, on my shoulders and chest too, going down to about here I
guess," Adrian said, pointing to the bottom of his rib cage. "And
all the time he kept playing with my dick. We did that for a long
while, until I got sleepy. I wasn't sure what I was s'posed to do,
so I just lay there, until,..."
"Go on," Mark prompted again.
"Well, I wanted to kiss him back. Then the next thing that
happened was that we're doing it mouth to mouth and his tongue was
inside me. In my mouth, Mark, and,... so,... so I pushed my tongue
into his mouth,... and we kissed like that until I was almost ready
to faint. Then when we stopped he started kissing my body again.
Only this time not just on my chest but all the way down, like to
my knees."
"He,... but that means,... that means he kissed you there?"
Mark said questioningly as he glanced downward at Adrian's penis.
Adrian smirked knowingly at his friend, "He did more that kiss
it, Mark. A lot more! He practically sucked it off me. He sucked
my cock into his mouth, and my balls too, then he started to move
his head back and forth and rub his tongue all over me."
"Yeah! No shit! How,... did it feel?" Mark asked urgently. His
slender body trembled with excitement and his mind was spinning in
turmoil as he tried to imagine, wondering what it was like.
"'Awesome'! It was wild. He was incredible. His mouth was
really hot and wet, and it felt so soft. He did that to me for a
long while. When he stopped he said it was because I was still too
young to 'come', but he knew I'd really liked it a lot."
"Huh, but what's 'come' mean?" Mark asked tentatively, knowing
that he was displaying his ignorance.
"You dummy! It's sperm. Remember what they told us at school
about making babies. It's the stuff that comes from your balls,...
well, when we're older it does," Adrian said expertly, then added,
"Anyway neither of us can 'come' yet because nothing comes out when
we jerk off." He smirked at Mark's confusion, "Jerk off! Dummy!
Play with our dicks, okay?"
"Ohh! Okay! Yeah, my Dad told me about sperm and how it makes
babies. We won't make sperm for a few years yet, Dad said it mostly
happens when a boy's about thirteen or so. What happened after
that?" Mark prodded, playfully squeezing the other boy's small
wedge-shaped cock in his hand.
"He rolled onto his back and I got on top of him. He made me
scoot down a bit so our cocks were rubbing together. I had to move
up and down so his cock was rubbing under my belly. At first he
held me by the hips and sort of helped me move until I got the
idea." Adrian smiled shyly as he remembered what happened next.
"Then when I was doing it right he made me stop for a bit so that
he could stick his finger in my backside."
Mark's mouth opened wordlessly as Adrian's smile widened.
"Yuk!" he said at last.
"But it's not Mark. It was wild! He licked it first so it was
slippery and he pushed it in a bit more than halfway I think," he
said looking at Mark.
"It still sounds yucky. It's,... it's dirty back there, that's
gross" he insisted.
"No it's not but it doesn't matter. It was better than
anything you can imagine. He moved his finger all around inside me,
kind of like pushing it in and then pulling it out almost the whole
way. Sometimes it got so I couldn't stand it any more. It was like
I was going to explode and I had to ask him to stop for a while.
You know it hurt but it wasn't painful because it felt so good. I
never believed anything could feel that nice. Paul said it was
because of something inside me. He called it a prostate, whatever
that is. Anyway I'd had a shower before I got into bed, and I kind
of knew that he didn't care if I pooped on his finger. We did that
for a long while, until his breathing got really fast. We were both
gasping and moaning really loudly. By then his finger was stabbing
into me really fast and going the whole way inside me because I
could feel his knuckles hitting my crack. My butt-hole was all
slicked up and making this weird sucking sound and I felt loose
inside. Mark I,... I thought I was gonna die... It felt so good.
He did that to me right up to the end and then he pulled his finger
out. That was when he started acting wild. He grabbed me by the
hips and started moving me up and down really fast until he kind
of groaned and arched way up in the air. He came all over me. It
started spurting out between our bellies until his sperm was
everywhere. It felt like it was all over me. Some went as far as
here," Adrian smirked as he put his hand near his breast.
"Yuk!", Mark breathed out, "He did that on you? That's gross."
Adrian turned at looked at the other boy lying beside him.
Mark's hand clasped his penis, now unmoving. "Mark, I,... I always
wondered why,... I was different... If I was gay? I know I am now,
I liked it. And it wasn't yucky. It was nice because I'd made him
do it." The statement came with such honesty and openness that Mark
looked at his best friend in astonishment, his mouth agape.
Momentarily, he glanced at Adrian's pale slender body, "I
don't know," he said with difficulty, trying desperately to find
the words he needed.
"Huh? Don't know what?" Adrian asked cautiously.
"Oh! Hmmm, nothing,. I guess,...", Mark lied in sudden relief,
"... I was just thinking about something else."
"You were gonna say something," Adrian challenged, "You think
I'm gross, don't you?"
"No!... No I wasn't! Then what happened?" Mark asked.
"We lay there until we got our breaths back. It was kind of
messy with his come all over me. It's real slippery at first, then
it gets kind of sticky, so Paul got a washcloth out of the bathroom
and wiped it off me. I was nearly asleep when he did it, I think I
dozed off after he finished, 'cause I remember him lying down
beside me and rubbing my back. He went back to his own room later
on, but I was asleep by then. Next morning he didn't mention it,
neither did I, it was like it never happened."
"Why didn't you say something?" Mark asked. He thought for a
moment. He remembered the warnings from school and from his father
about 'strange men', about 'not doing things that he didn't want
to do'. He remembered about 'telling a responsible adult, like a
parent or teacher'. "Shouldn't you tell someone?" he said naively.
Adrian shook his head, "Yeah, sure I should tell my mom that
her brother fucked me huh?"
Mark looked at Adrian in astonishment. Amazement fleeted
across his face. "Huh?" he murmured uncertainly.
"Don't be dumb Mark, you heard what I said," Adrian said
angrily. "He screwed me for most of the two weeks I was there. Don't
you understand? I don't want to tell on him. What he did to me, I
liked... I wanted him to... Sometimes I even asked him to. What
they don't tell you about that stuff at school is how much you like
it. It was the most fun I'd ever had."
"But,... but how?" Mark asked guiltily. He was now bewildered,
electrified by what he'd heard and the sudden discovery that his
deepest, darkest secret was looking him right in the face from
about a foot away. "I mean, well,... what happened?"
Adrian shrugged petulantly and for the first time Mark noticed
the change in his friend. The gesture was born of an instinct that
had always been there though he had never noticed it before. It
wasn't the way a boy was supposed to act. He swallowed and tried
to fight the truth of it. They were alike in many ways but this
frightened him. It wasn't that the other boy was sensual. Mark had
known that for some time, ever since they'd started 'playing with
their dicks'; or even that Adrian exuded a sensitivity and
fragility that was unnatural in a boy; it was something else. It
was as if Adrian wanted to appear weaker and gentler. It was almost
as though he was trying to act like the girls at school.
"The next night he came into say 'goodnight'. Only not really
'cause he didn't have any clothes on and his dick was really hard
and sticking way out. You know what I mean? I'd been thinking about
what happened all day and I was kind of pissed because Paul ignored
me almost the whole time. Whenever I looked at him he looked away
in another direction. It was like he was ashamed of me and of what
we'd done. Anyway I tried to tell him I didn't want to do anything
again like that,... I tried, I really did. All I could think about
was what he'd done to me the night before, about how nice it had
been. I couldn't help looking at his dick. I couldn't look away.
It was so big and it was jerking a little bit like it was alive.
He stood at the side of the bed looking down at me. Each time I
said I didn't want to, he just smiled. Mark,...after about a minute
my dick got so hard I thought it would burst... He knew I had a
hard-on too. Finally I couldn't say no, I just lay there looking
back up at him, knowing what was gonna happen."
"But you,... you wanted to?" Mark asked awkwardly.
The other boy nodded. "He pulled back the sheet and pulled my
underpants off, and then he lay down beside me. He started doing
the same things that he did the night before. I s'pose we did that
for about a half hour. He didn't come but I sure got him close to
it a few times. Every time he made me stop. He said he didn't want
to waste it yet."
"Huh?" Mark asked innocently.
"His 'come' dummy. Once a guy shoots his 'come' he sort of
looses interest for a while," Adrian answered as he began to enjoy
his position of tutor. "Well I wanted to start doing the same things
back to him. He made me feel so good. I,... I wanted him to feel
the same way too. I wasn't that keen on sucking his dick at
first,..."
"You did that?" Mark said incredulously. "You did that to
him?"
"Sure. It tastes salty and it smells funny, a bit like pee I
guess, but it's okay. First I just kind of licked and kissed around
the outside. Then when I got used to that I started putting the tip
of it in my mouth. The skin on his cock is really kind of soft
though not as soft as yours or mine, and it's really hot. Paul told
me what I had to do to do it properly. It took a while but I started
to really enjoy it. I got it about halfway in. That's about all I
could and then it was in the back of my mouth, then I had to stop.
You have to move your head up and down, like this," Adrian
demonstrated by rocking his head rhythmically, "So it goes in an'
out. I did that for a while until he made me stop for a minute and
then I started back doing it again. I did it for a bit more but my
neck was getting tired so I started to slow down. Paul kind of took
over from me and started moving his hips instead. Only he was doing
it really fast and pushing my head down on his cock. I started
getting scared because I was afraid he was going to hurt me. I think
it even went back into my throat a bit sometimes because then I
couldn't breath. I knew something was going to happen when Paul
started to groan. He was going incredibly fast by then." Adrian
grinned cheekily, "You would have thought I knew what to
expect,..." he said and then added proudly, "He did it in my mouth.
Well most of it anyway, 'cause I choked on it and he pulled it out
before I threw up."
Mark's mouth was wide open as he looked as Adrian dumbly,
"Huh? But!,.... Well,... what did he do in your mouth?"
"Jesus! Mark! His 'come' you idiot! He put his sperm in me,...
in my mouth."
"Shit,... but that's,... that's gross. I,... I don't believe
you," Mark said resolutely, refusing to believe that such things
could happen.
Adrian laughed, "Yeah! No shit Mark. I thought it was gross
too,... the first time anyway. I guess most of it went down my
throat anyway before I knew what was going down. I think that's
what started me choking. Then I tasted it and I thought I was going
to throw up on him. But you know, really it isn't as gross as you
think. The next time I swallowed most of it. It tastes funny, it's
not nasty, really it's not. Just salty and thick. I don't exactly
like the taste but, well,... it's not that bad. So I guess I'm an
okay cocksucker. Paul says I'm great at it, but he's pretty
biased."
'Cocksucker' was one of those words that Mark had heard at
school. It was one of the words eleven-year-old boys use in the
playground or with their friends. It was one of the words whose
meaning he didn't understand, hadn't understood until now. The idea
was intriguing and it captivated his imagination as he thought
about it. Not the part about 'come' in his mouth, that was still
'gross'. He looked down at Adrian's penis and conjured up images,
inventing the taste and feeling of the small, still rigid cock in
his fertile imagination. Then the picture changed and the cock was
so much bigger than his own that he could barely fit it into his
mouth. It was hairy and it pushed into his throat. He swallowed and
gulped down the fantasy as the word 'gross' rocketed back and forth
in his mind. Then there was another word that formed in his mind,
another word that boys his age used not only with some frequency,
but a great deal of caution. "Then what happened, Adrian?" he asked
weakly.
"Well,..." Adrian began. He stopped and smiled,looking at
his friend gently as he wondered whether he could trust him. For
some time now he had wondered whether Mark was the same way. He
closed his eyes and breathed out. "Well it was way past midnight
by then so we didn't do anything else. He didn't get out of my bed
until early in the morning and then he let me sleep until about ten
o'clock.... But that isn't what you want to know is it Mark?" he
asked raising his eyebrows, "You want to know about the other thing
don't you? About how my uncle fucked me?"
Mark nodded and swallowed nervously. "Mark, you've got to
promise never to tell anyone. Not your dad, not anyone, okay?"
Adrian said seriously. Mark nodded again, recklessly, urgently,
feeling a strangeness in his belly. It was a feeling exactly like
'butterflies'. "He fucked me Mark, not once but a whole lot of
times, okay. He did it because I liked it. If anyone finds out
I'll,... he'll,... we'll both be in deep shit."
"Yeah, I guess. Adrian I promise," Mark said quietly.
"I trust you Mark. Okay?" Adrian breathed out. He was breaking
his promise to his uncle but he knew that he had to share his secret
with Mark. "...The next day he was really different. He was nice,
nicer than he'd ever been before. It was Sunday so he didn't work
that day. We went out for breakfast to Shoney's and when we got
back he took me down to the barn and showed me how to drive the
tractor. He sat up in the cabin next to me and I drove it all over
the farm. I must have used a ton of gas. When we went swimming he
told me I could go in skinny-dipping if I wanted, like he did when
he was a boy my age. I said I wouldn't by myself so he stripped off
too and we both went in. We wrestled a lot and we both got hard-
ons but nothing else happened. Then for dinner we had pizza and we
went in the living room and watched "The Return of the Jedi" on TV.
We lay on the couch together. I was in front of Paul and he hugged
me and kissed me and kept playing with my butt. He was rubbing it
through my shorts and he kept trying to get his fingers into my
crack by going down the back or up the legs of my shorts. All I
could think off was what he did to me with his finger in my hole
the first time. By the time the movie was about half over I couldn't
stand it any more."
"So what did you do?" Mark asked curiously. He was no longer
able to camouflage his fascination.
Adrian smirked, "I stood up and took all my clothes off. It
was right in the middle of the scene where they're fighting it out
on the spaceship with those sword lasers but I can tell you what
Paul was watching, 'n it sure wasn't the movie. I was ready to lie
down again when Paul asked me to run into the bathroom and get a
little jar of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet."
"Why? I mean why Vaseline?" Mark asked ignorantly.
"For me, you numskull," Adrian giggled.
"But why? Were your lips sore or something?" Mark persisted.
"Jesus! Mark, don't be a moron. Don't you know anything?"
Adrian teased as he delighted in exercising his own very recent
enlightenment. "For my butt, it's sort of dry back there. You need
something to lubricate it,... to make it slippery enough," he
added.
"Oh!.... Ohhh!" Mark blushed as he suddenly comprehended.
"What did you think it was for, Mark. Stop being a dummy and
be patient. I tell you everything you want to know. Well, when I
lay back down on the couch I knew I was going to miss most of the
movie,... but heck I've seen it over here about six times, so I
didn't really care. As soon as I was back on the couch Paul took
over. He put a whole lot of the Vaseline in my crack and started
working it into my butt hole with his finger. He sort of pushed it
in and out of my hole while I pulled my butt cheeks as open as I
could. When he had enough in me he started using his finger like
he did the first time. Only this time he started right out by going
all the way in and out. You wouldn't believe how good it felt Mark.
It was better than before because I was much more slippery inside,
and I wasn't as scared either because I knew what to expect. He did
that to me for a long while. He was gentle and pretty slow at first
until I loosened up back there. It hurt a bit at first, but not
real bad. It was just kind of sore but it felt good too."
"Loosened up?" Mark asked, "Ohh! Sorry Ad' I didn't mean to
interrupt. But why does it hurt?"
"That's okay. When you first start it's really tight inside.
Well your hole is tight anyway, that's because there's a muscle
inside that closes up. Paul said my hole was pretty small and I was
really tight because I was a still a young kid and I'm not that
big. If I tried to have sex like that the pain would kill me and
I'd get torn up inside. But after he had been using his finger in
me for about ten minutes I could feel it getting looser. I mean you
can really feel it. It gets sort of spongier inside you and it
doesn't hurt at all after that." Adrian smiled smugly and then
added, "In fact, that's when you start feeling cool and you don't
want it to ever stop. I have to go pee in a minute," he said
changing the topic.
"You wanna go now?" Mark asked.
"Nah, I can wait a few minutes. So where was I? Oh yeah! Okay!
Well, then Paul put two fingers up me,...like this," he said
holding up his first two fingers placed closely together. The tip
of the first finger was tightly snuggled into the boy's second
finger to make a point. "You gotta get it stretched wide open before
you do it, Mark. We did it like that right up to the end of the
movie. I guess maybe 'bout an hour. By then it got kind of messy
in my butt. Paul had to get my tee-shirt and put it under my butt
so I didn't make stains on the couch."
"Huh? Does poop come out or something?" Mark asked. His
curiosity was unquenched and he no longer thought of it as 'gross'.
Adrian smiled patiently. "You try not to poop on him.
Sometimes you can't help it, but it usually doesn't come out. What
comes out mostly is this kind of gooey yellowish juice. It's a bit
smelly, but not like poop really. Paul said it was mucus from inside
my gut. It's what lubricates your intestines so the food you eat
goes through you. I guess some of it drains down into your butt.
So where was I... Okay so when the movie ended Paul lifted me up
and carried me into his bedroom. He took his clothes off and went
back and got the Vaseline. I watched him while he covered his cock
with it. He put a lot on because it was my first time and
everything.... Mark,..." Adrian swallowed as he remembered what
happened. His eyes were half-closed as each sound and every feeling
branded into his mind was replayed. "Mark, then,... then he fucked
me?"
"Huh? How? I,... I mean what did he do?" Mark gasped out.
"He put his cock inside my butt. He did it just a little bit
at a time. It really didn't hurt much at all after he got the first
bit inside me. His cock is so big, well compared to mine, or yours,
it is. At first it felt horrible, like he driving a spike inside
me but once the head was in, the rest of it went in kind of easy.
It sort of slides in. You have to go slow because your body has to
adjust to having it there. But it didn't take more than a few
minutes and he was all the way in me. Mark,... his cock is about
as long as my forearm,... but not quite as long,... that's about
eight inches. I measured his cock once, it's around seven inches
long when it's real stiff. And it's thick, about like my wrist,...
and it fitted in me. Well not quite all of it at the start, but
most of it. When he stopped I felt I was gonna explode. I was
shaking like jelly and I was sweating like crazy. I felt like I was
ready to burst or something. I couldn't move by myself. I felt like
I was joined to him. It felt just like I was part of my uncle, part
of his cock really. When he started actually fucking me he moved
so gently you wouldn't believe it. He started by rocking his hips
a little bit and stopping when I wanted him to. When he pushed it
in it felt like he was gonna come out my belly and when he pulled
it back I felt like he took half of me with him."
"Didn't it hurt but?" Mark asked.
"Yeah, it hurts kind of, but it's not a bad pain. It's hard
to explain. You feel something growing bigger and bigger and you
can't stop it. If he stops moving or pulls it back, even for a few
seconds, you get angry and want him to start again or push it back
up. But as soon as he starts again you want him to stop after a few
seconds. I kept on saying stupid things like I was delirious or
hysterical or something like that. It only took a few minutes and
then he was done. That was because I was so tight inside I think,
and he'd been saving it the whole way through the movie. I even
think I felt his 'come' spurting. It was like something burst open
and flooded inside me. It was really hot too."
Mark looked at his best friend jealously as he tried to
imagine the feelings that were so foreign to him, "Then what,...?"
he mumbled.
Adrian contemplated his friend and smiled slowly, "You know,
I don't remember, Mark. I think I fell asleep as soon as he
finished. Maybe I fainted, I don't know," he said honestly. He
paused and stretched out his legs. "Paul said I might have fainted
because I had an orgasm. Right at the end, just before Paul did his
'come' in me, I thought I was gonna die, Mark. I was really loose
inside by then and he was going pretty fast. It just kept on getting
better and better until I thought I was dying. Right at the end,
when I felt his 'come' spurting out, I got this truly weird feeling
all over and I started shaking. All I can remember is that I was
shaking and crying. I can't remember anything at all after that."
"But what happened after that, Adrian? Like the next day and
all," Mark asked shamelessly. "You said you did it again,... a lot
more times?"
"Yeah! We did it again the next morning, almost as soon as I
woke up. It hurt a bit more that time. That was probably because I
was sore from my first fuck, Paul said. I spent most of the morning
in bed while Paul was at work. Then in the afternoon, after he came
back for lunch, we moved my clothes and stuff into my uncle's
bedroom. I slept in there with him from then on. We did it mostly
at night. Once, or twice every night. A couple of times we did it
three times before we fell asleep. In the mornings he had to go to
work earlier and I was pretty sleepy still so we didn't usually do
it then. We did it a few times though. When we went swimming we did
it then sometimes too. He even fucked me in the barn a few times.
I guess we did it a lot. After the first few days it stopped hurting
altogether, except when I had to poop," Adrian grinned playfully.
"My butt-hole got kind of bruised from doing so much. You want to
see," he asked.
"Huh?" Mark said, "Yeah, I guess. But why does it get
bruised?"
Adrian lifted his legs upward, curling up so that his feet
were at his shoulders and his knees were apart. He spread his cheeks
wide open and supported his buttocks on his hands, "See! I guess
it's because his cock is so big."
Mark sat up and leaned forward as he peered into the other
boy's crevice. The was a darkened purplish ring around his anus.
The lips were slightly puffed up and were no longer puckered like
Mark's. The little orifice was still swollen from two weeks of
abuse. "Does it hurt still? It looks kind of sore."
"No. It really didn't hurt much at the time either. We
probably did it too much at first, Paul said. The bruises will go
away in a week or two he reckoned."
Adrian straightened back out on the bed and Mark lay back down
next to his friend. He was confused and he was jealous. Silently
he looked at Adrian's pale slender body and compared it to his own.
Try as he could, Mark couldn't help wondering why he couldn't have
been Adrian. He was excited in a strange new way. The new
information challenged him, teased him and drew him forward. It was
irresistible. "Did it really feel good?" he asked at last.
Adrian nodded, "Mark, I never felt so incredible. Every time
we did it I think it got even better."
Mark looked away sadly. Slowly he turned to Adrian, "You gonna
do it again with him, aren't you?" he asked.
Adrian shrugged, "Yeah. I guess when he comes down at
Thanksgiving. I'm going to ask mom if he can sleep in my room,...
in the other bed, of course. She'd die if she found out he'd done
that stuff with me. Paul says there are men around who like boys,...
like to have sex with boys like us that is. But it's against the
law, that's why you can't tell."
Mark nodded, suddenly wondering who and where these men were.
He pushed the thought out of his mind. "Ad',...do you wanna do....
that stuff with me?" he asked hesitantly. He was strangely afraid
of the other boy's answer.
Adrian grinned. His suspicions had been confirmed in that
single question. "Yeah,... Yeah I s'pose so, but...."
"But what?" Mark asked nervously.
"Well,..." Adrian said playfully, "I mean look at us, your
dick is smaller than Paul's little finger, and mine's about the
size of his thumb. So what good's it gonna do us?"
"Oh!", Mark said despondently. His desire deflated quickly as
Adrian started to laugh. "What's up?" Mark asked angrily.
"Nothing dummy,... only,... you don't have to have,... a big
dick," the other boy laughed.
"Huh? Bbbbut,... wwwwell you made it ssssound like,...
well,..." Mark stammered.
"You don't even have to have a dick to do it," Adrian
continued.
"Huh?"
"When we were out in the tractor one day," Adrian smirked
knowingly, "Paul showed me how to do it with something else besides
his big hairy dick." Mark looked up curiously. "Having a dick, a
big dick helps of course. It's a bunch more fun. But he made me do
it with some corn. It's called corn-holing. A lot of farm kids do
it."
Mark started to giggle, "You're bulling me. With corn?"
"No shit! It's about as big as man's dick, and stiffer too,
so you got go carefully. It goes in easier because it's pointed
more," Adrian grinned.
"You did that?" Mark asked. Adrian nodded. Mark smiled slowly,
then broadened into a grin, "I think there's corn in the fridge,"
he said.
"That'll be way too cold! It's got to be warmed up first, like
in the sun," Adrian said expertly, then added, "You gotta use a
heap of Vaseline too."
"Mark, I'm home," Mark's father shouted out from the bottom
of the stairs.
Mark jumped as though a bee had stung him, "Shit! It's my dad!"
he glanced at his watch. "Shit! Ad' he's home early," he whispered.
"I,... I'm upstairs Dad,... with Adrian,... we'll be right
down," Mark shouted as he leaped up from the bed and began tugging
up his shorts and underpants furiously. It took the boys only
seconds to rearrange their clothes and then they started
downstairs.
"Hi guys," John Gordon beamed at the two boys as they can down,
taking the steps two at a time and shrieking as only eleven-year-
old boys can.
"Hi Dad," Mark said, "You're home early?"
"Hi Doctor Gordon," Adrian said, hanging back a few feet and
looking at Mark's handsome father almost shyly.
"Hi Adrian. Yeah, I guess I am. I thought we'd go out and see
a movie, Jurassic Park, maybe, then get a pizza or something for
dinner. You too Adrian. I didn't think you were getting back until
tomorrow afternoon. Mark's been bored without you. I bet you've had
an exciting few weeks."
"Yeah, I'd love to come. I had a great time. It was 'cool'. I
was pretty busy. My uncle and I did lot's of new things. I even
drove the tractor," Adrian said. The two boys looked at each other
and shared a knowing smile.
John grinned, "Great. Well if you want to go out to dinner,
you guys'll have to put on socks and shoes, and comb your hair,
okay? I'll call your mom from the study and let her know the plan,"
he laughed as he walked through the door into the next room. The
two boys turned and raced back up the stairs. Their long discussion
and their sex play was almost forgotten, replaced by more innocent
pursuits. But inside each boy the memories lingered. For Adrian,
the memories were clear and insistent, but for Mark, the ideas, the
thoughts and the desire that had long resided within him had, at
last, been germinated. Now it was a matter of time until his long-
repressed desire blossomed.
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Chapter 2. True Nature.
That night, after they had dropped Adrian off at his house,
Mark kissed his father goodnight and went up to his bedroom.
Normally he showered in the morning but this night was an
exception. All through the movie, all through dinner, Adrian's
words had gnawed at him. Despite his best efforts to concentrate
on the movie his thoughts had strayed. Secure in the privacy of his
own mind Mark had tried to imagine the feel of a man's penis, the
taste of his 'come' and the touch of their bodies together. But
mostly Mark's thoughts were one just one thing, the feelings he
would have from a man's penis when it was inserted into his rectum.
Mark knew all, or most of the words, in their biological context.
After all his father was a doctor, but he had no idea of the
feelings that accompanied the words. Adrian had experienced those
feelings and Mark decided during dinner, somewhere between his
second and third slice of pizza, that he was not going to be far
behind.
That night the boy closed the door to his bedroom and went
into the bathroom. He stripped of his clothes as he went and dropped
them on the floor carelessly. By the time he reached the bathroom
he was naked except for his white Fruit-of-the-Loom underpants.
Usually he showered with the bathroom door open. It was his
bathroom, after all. But tonight he closed it. Tonight, if his
father came up to say goodnight before he was out of the shower,
Mark would need the warning of a few precious seconds. He slid his
underpants down and tossed them onto the door handle. His little
penis was already quite stiff and it protruded rudely outwards. It
quickly hardened the last little bit so that it stood up and
parallel to his body, pointing upward to his face. Instinctively
he flexed the muscle that made it bob up and slap lightly against
his lower belly.
He turned on the water in the shower and went over to the
medicine cabinet above the vanity. Eleven-year-old boys usually
don't have a need for medicines, and Vaseline was normally stocked
in the downstairs bathroom. There was an extra tube of toothpaste
and not much more. Certainly nothing that had the very important
property of being a lubricant. "Shit!" Mark said angrily as he
looked at the slender body of the now-naked boy reflected back at
him in the mirror. He could run downstairs like this and he knew
that his father wouldn't mind. He did it lots of times, but not to
get some Vaseline. He would have to get dressed and then go down.
He would have to sneak some into his pocket, even the whole jar.
Mark thought for a second, remembering Adrian's words about the
need to use something slippery because it was "dry back
there,...you need something to lubricate it,... to make it slippery
enough.". Then his anger faded as he saw the soap. It would be both
slippery and wet and it was probably dirty back there anyway, he
thought.
Mark stepped into shower. For a few moments he stood directly
under the steaming water as it streamed down. Then he directed the
shower head away into the corner so that only the occasional stray
droplets landed on him. He began to soap his body, working up a
rich creamy lather on his arms and shoulders. His small hands slid
up and down his narrow chest and waist and then he reached for his
groin, rubbing the soap around his already excited genitals. He
could feel the smooth hardness of his penis as it pressed back
against the soap. He was warm and slippery and his smooth body was
as soft as silk. His tiny dark nipples hardened instantly into
little pointed dots as his hand moved back over his chest, then
back downward to sweep around and around his throbbing cock,
swishing his balls back and forth so that they bounced against his
legs.
He sighed loudly, unable to believe that his body could feel
so wonderful. He tingled all over but there was aconstant glowing,
throbbing, and aching in his penis until the boy could barely stand
it. His hand returned guiltily, again and again. He concentrated
his attention on the swollen little bulb of the head. The foreskin
was retracted back, leaving tiny folds of sensitive skin bunched
up behind it. His little-boy testicles were hanging loosely in the
relaxed delicate folds of his scrotum, swaying and bumping slightly
against the boy's slender thighs as his hips moved rhythmically.
He closed his eyes as he imagined a mouth was on his penis. Then
the mouth moved forward and over it, enclosing and pulling on it,
sucking him in. There were fingers other than his own squeezing on
his balls. He tried to simulate what Adrian had felt, still moving
his hips by rocking them back and forth and pressing his soap
covered body up against the shower wall as he massaged his rigid
penis into the tiles. He felt as slippery as an eel and very much
alive. Mark whimpered quietly as his body demanded even more of
him.
Then finally, unable to hold back, Mark placed both of his
hands on his buttocks and pulled his cheeks wide apart to open his
crack. His hands were covered in soap and the rubbery flesh was
hard to grasp.As his fingers stroked into the depth of his crack,
he felt warm and happy, very happy. For the first time in his eleven
years he was aware of the sensations that seemed to gush forth from
his anus. Until then, that part of his body had been no more than
a tiny puckered hole that he washed each morning to keep himself
clean and healthy, the part that he'd wiped with toilet paper, that
he'd never thought about as being enjoyable.
What began as a gentle soft rubbing gradually became harder
and faster. His tight anus opened slowly of its own accord with the
soap and warmth and gentle stimulation so that his forefinger
popped inside. It was hot, hotter than he'd ever expected. And it
was soft inside too. It felt spongy until his finger twisted
slightly and touched the smooth velvety walls of his rectum. Then
meeting the firm resistance of young muscle, he pushed down deeper.
It felt nice the boy decided as his finger squirmed almost without
guidance from him. It was as if it knew what to do, sinking deeper
until it was past the second joint. It felt tight inside as his
sphincter sent powerful closing contractions and squeezed on the
little intruder as it tried to resist it's entry. Mark wondered how
a man's huge penis could ever fit inside him. The passage seemed
barely large enough to accommodate his slender, small finger. Then
he remembered Adrian saying that his uncle had done this to him for
a long while, an hour or more. That was the time that Adrian's uncle
had,... the time.... Mark closed his eyes and tried to blot out his
recollection of Adrian's words. With all of his mind he tried to
pretend that it hadn't happened and that Adrian was still a virgin
and innocent like himself.
Then the boy's thoughts changed and the finger was a man's
finger demanding entry into him. It felt good but not like Adrian
had described. Still Mark's breathing became heavy and he trembled
as he investigated the new feelings, until for no reason his finger
was in very deep and it pushed back up towards his belly.
"Ohhhh Shit!" Mark swore as his legs nearly gave way under
him. He had to balance himself against the wall of the shower to
avoid falling down to the floor. For a moment he couldn't believe
that the weird surge of pressure he'd felt had actually come from
inside him.
He probed cautiously and tested the spot again as he tried to
repeat the intense sensations. A little to the other side, "Oh,....
Yeah!" he breathed out quickly. He leaned back and braced himself
against the side of the shower before he collapsed. Mark waited a
moment, took a deep breath, then probed again. This time he knew
where the spot was. "Oh! Oh God!" he gasped as his heart jumped in
ecstasy. He did it again, and then again. He began to stroke his
finger up and down all the time pushing hard into his belly. Within
a few seconds he discovered that if he strained downwards and
tightened the muscles in his belly, thighs, and deep inside his
body it quickly became even more incredible. The boy didn't know
that he was forcing his immature prostate against his finger. All
he knew was that he had never felt so good in his entire life.
And then he understood what Adrian had been saying. He knew
why Adrian had liked it and why he'd done it again and again, until
his body was bruised and sore. Mark stopped. His hand was shaking
uncontrollably. He eased his finger outward until the tip was
barely inside him and he breathed deeply. Adrian's uncle had used
two fingers. Slowly he placed his fingers side by side, took
another deep breath and squeezed them forward as he forced them
upward and into his little anus. This time the entry was stopped,
but only momentarily as he pushed harder. One finger and then the
other slid inside. His inward progress was stopped only when his
knuckles were hard against his crack.
Mark paused. He was breathing quickly now with little gasps,
panting like a dog on a hot summer's day. It felt different. It
felt a whole lot bigger than one finger by itself. It was much
harder to wriggle his finger or to press into his 'special' spot,
although he liked it just as much he decided quickly. With the added
finger it rubbed and squeezed more on the sensitive rim of his anus.
His young body glowed with a fire that once started, had quickly
spread outward from the little opening until it consumed his entire
body. Now his spine tingled as his body focused on the feelings
that arose inside his tight rectum and he twitched and writhed
uncontrollably as they flowed over him. Occasional spasms tortured
his young body. Like cramps they tightened on his fingers until he
was throbbing inside. It was as if he could feel the pulsing of
every tiny artery within his body.
When he could stand the delicious agony no longer he withdrew
one finger and used the other to knead his 'special spot'. He pumped
the finger for as long and as hard as he dared. Adrian's description
of something growing inside and getting bigger and stronger was
remarkably accurate. Like Adrian, Mark found that he wanted to
stop. But as soon as he did stop he was desperate to start again
and then he was unable to go for more than a few seconds.
It was frightening, slightly painful, and incredible
wonderful, all at the same time. He glanced down. Most of the soap
had washed away and his penis limp. The little appendage had
retracted slightly into his body and his testicles had tightened
into a little firm, and very taut lump below. He became aware that
his knees were shaking uncontrollably. There seemed to be nothing
that he could do to regain control of his body.
Mark lost all sense of time. He was unable to stop. His mind
drifted aimlessly from one vague, unfocused image to another as he
was overpowered by the intense feelings that surged up into his
body. Then finally, after what seemed an eternity but in reality
was not much more than ten minutes, Mark found the energy to break
through the barrier that had always stopped him. Each time as he
rubbed faster and harder it had left him trembling and writhing and
barely able to stand. But each time he had stopped just short of
the prize that he sensed lay ahead. He knew that something even
more wonderful awaited him if only he could continue just a little
while longer. He started doing it faster and faster, pumping his
finger desperately into the 'special' spot inside him. He used all
of the strength that remained to him to squeeze down on his plunging
finger. He groaned. He wanted only for it to end,... to go on
forever.
Mark started to tremble as he felt a cry bursting out of his
throat. Something seemed to burst inside his belly and he
convulsed. He shuddered violently and fell heavily to the floor.
His head knocked slightly against the tiled wall and he lay dazed
and frightened. Unknown to the boy, pale, almost clear urine
trickled out of the tiny puckered end of his penis as his bladder
emptied.
"Mark,... Mark,... Are you okay in there?" his father called
out as he knocked loudly at the door. The door opened and the man
moved into the bathroom swiftly. "Mark, son, are you okay?"
The boy looked up at his father dumbly, "Huh?" he mumbled as
his consciousness returned. Mark shook his head and then remembered
what he had been doing just moments earlier. "Huh? 'Fell down.
'Think I slipped on the soap, Dad. I hit my head too. 'Think I'm
okay,..."
John went to the shower and reached in over the boy's head and
turned off the water. The thundering roar in Mark's ears stopped.
The boy tilted his head back and looked up at his father as he tried
to focus his thoughts. He remembered again, his hand, his right
hand, his forefinger, his forefinger had been inside his bottom.
Something inside his body felt as though it had exploded. He lifted
his hand up and inspected it in slow motion. There was no sign, no
sign at all of what he'd done. His father reached down. His father's
strong hands grasped his and lifted him upwards. Mark's legs were
strangely weak and he tottered, almost falling to the floor again.
Again he was lifted up and out of the shower. Mark braced himself
against the vanity as his father toweled him dry gently, like a
little baby. Both father and son were oblivious to the young boy's
nakedness. His father dried his son's little-boy genitals with a
soft fluffing motion and gave a playful swipe at the boy's
buttocks, not realizing that the boy's crack concealed a now-very-
loose little hole in it's center. Then John lifted him up and
carried seventy-seven pounds of naked boy back into the bedroom.
He deposited the boy in the soft warmth of his bed and straightened
the slender smooth limbs. John lifted the sheet up and over the
naked little body and then sat down beside his son to rub his
slender back through the sheets until the boy dozed off.
Then John went over to the wall, switched off the lights and
came back to the bed. He stood for long minutes, looking down at
the tousled head of his sleeping son. He breathed slowly as he
admired the slender form under the sheet, the graceful lithe curve
of the bare brown arm, the perfect smooth skin, the small nose
slightly upturned, the steady but barely visible rise and fall of
the boy's chest. Finally he turned and tiptoed out, leaving the
door open behind him.
As soon as he was outside the door to Mark's bedroom John
stopped and leaned against the wall. His penis had become erect and
it strained into his shorts as it became caught in his underpants.
His penis throbbed with unbelievable rigidity. His body was flushed
and he could feel the sweat building on his face. His heart was
pounding inside his chest and the image of his naked son was
flashing vividly in his mind. Time and time again his son's
beautiful face came back to him and it was enough to frighten him.
But what affected him more than anything else was his memory of the
perfect child's body and the small, still-immature sex organs that
adorned it. He could remember every detail, the little
uncircumcised penis, the small taut knot of his scrotum, even the
two tiny bulges of the boy's testicles in the little wrinkled
pouch.
John closed his eyes and tried desperately to think of
something else. He forced his mind to return to his work, to the
paper he was soon to deliver in Boston, to the fun that he had that
evening with Mark and Adrian. But again the memory returned.
Increasingly he had begun to think of Mark in a way that disgusted
him. He loved Mark. His son was the only thing of real importance
in his life. He lived for Mark. His guilt grew until he was ashamed
of his thoughts of Mark as a beautiful and very sexy young boy. He
tried to avoid the inevitable conclusion that his own son aroused
him. His own son produced a powerful attraction that went far
beyond the accepted boundaries of a father-son relationship for
what John had experienced as he carried the naked boy to his bed
was purely physical. He felt an overwhelming guilt that was born
of his excitement and the knowledge that haunted him.
For years, for long painful years, John had repressed the
desires of his childhood and youth. Memories of the passion of he
had known came back to him as he leaned against the wall outside
his son's bedroom. The memories were painful flashbacks that were
interspersed with thoughts of Mark. Mark naked. Mark masturbating.
Mark sucking on his penis. Mark lying on his bed with his legs
lifted back to his shoulders.....
Breathing heavily, John walked down the hall and slowly
descended the stairs. He had to get as far away as possible from
Mark's bedroom, from his beautiful young son. By the time he
reached his study he was shaking. His breathing had become erratic
and his head was spinning with images of Mark and the boys of his
own youth. They paled in comparison with Mark. He hadn't loved
those boys.
John sat down in his chair and stared at the computer. He
sighed, then rested his elbows on the table and buried his face in
his hands. He needed relief. He needed Mark. "Oh God," he whispered
as the thought welled up in his mind. He shook his head in
disbelief. "No! Not Mark! God help me!," he said quietly as he shook
his head again and again. His agony fed on itself. The more he tried
to avoid his hunger the worse it became. It seemed to consume him.
John fought to resist but the thoughts lured him onwards making him
even more aroused. He had to relieve the pressure somehow. He
surrendered and reached forward and switched on the computer. Long
seconds passed as the machine booted up and then the login prompt
appeared. He logged on as 'jgordon' and entered his password,
'marco11'. Marco11, his son's name and age.
Almost half a minute passed as the computer initiated the
array of programs that he might use normally for research or
consulting. Finally he was able to change to his 'special'
directory and he listed the contents. He was breathing quickly as
he looked for one file in particular. Then he remembered that he
had called it simply 'dylan', after the boy that the story was
about. John began to read, scanning the first few pages quickly as
it chronicled the growing infatuation of a man for a boy who was
only one year older than Mark. His breathing slowed as he read. The
man was not unlike himself. The story had been posted to the
Internet only a month or two earlier. From the very first chapter
the story had been unusual. It was emotional and it was painful.
It captured the man's shame and self-loathing as the story
unfolded. It was also a beautiful story that made John even more
aware of the feelings, dangerous as they were, that he had for his
own son.
His penis got harder and harder and he tried to resist the
urge that he knew he could never stop. It had always been there.
He had grown up like that. Although at first the desire had been
only for older men, it had changed when he was seventeen. He tried
to remember the little boy's name but he couldn't. It was so long
ago, nearly twenty five years ago. A lifetime of pain. John shook
his head and struggled back to the present. He paged through the
story until he found what he wanted. It was a frank discussion about
Dylan's emerging sexuality. He stopped reading quickly and began
to study it carefully. It was so realistic that he could hear them
speaking. It was a conversation that he wanted to have with Mark.
He wondered again, as he many times over the last few years, whether
his beautiful eleven year-old son was gay.
Unable to resist any longer, John stood up. He breathed deeply
as he unfastened his belt and opened his zipper. He pushed his
shorts and underpants down past his knees and sat down on the chair
again. Freed of the constriction of clothes, his penis began its
increase its insistent demands. He surrendered again. Slowly his
fingers enclosed the hot hard shaft. His thumb looped over the
glans and smeared the clear juice that had oozed out. His thumb
circled around the head, then slowly, still reading, he began to
masturbate.
The thought came from nowhere and it surprised him. For the
first time he thought of his own son in Dylan's place. The idea was
not disgusting to him. In fact, the more that he thought about it,
the more it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world. There
was a vicarious pleasure in the idea of his own son discovering his
sexuality with another man and exploring the feelings that came
with loving. As he read, John knew that above all, he wanted his
son to enjoy his beautiful young body without the fear and guilt
that he had known when he was a boy growing up and finding that he
was attracted to his own sex. But whether he would openly condone
a relationship such as that described in the story he didn't know.
It was complicated by the fact that the boy was still so young. If
he was older, a teenager, it would be a different matter.
He began to rub faster as he pumped his hand up and down. His
grasped his penis tightly and the glans flare out and become a deep
purple color. His breathing became ragged and he could no longer
concentrate on the story. His testicles began to tighten, squeezing
again and again as his orgasm approached. John closed his eyes and
began to fantasize about his son. He pretended that Mark was
masturbating his own little penis as he sat beside him. The boy's
head was thrown back, his long dark eyelashes fluttering, his
slender neck arched. The boy was gasping and whimpering as he
struggled for relief that was still dry and unfulfilling. He
imagined his son's hand on his own penis. He could feel the silky
softness of the small hand as it held his throbbing shaft and jerked
relentlessly. His semen boiled up and spurted outward, splattering
over his belly with drips flying onto the keyboard of his computer
and as high as his chest. The last of it oozed out of the slit and
dribbled down between his still moving hand and his now-softening
penis. He breathed out.
John continued to read, searching for the section of the story
where the boy lost his virginity and found love. It was, John
decided, a beautiful way for a boy to discover what it meant to be
gay. It was the way he wanted for his own son, if he had a choice.
Not that it had to happen in a sunny glade overlooking a pool but
rather it would happen with kindness and love and caring. Above
everything else, he wanted Mark to know love.
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It was too easy for
a man to take advantage of a sensitive young boy like Mark. After
his body had been plundered there had to be more than the pain and
suffering that he had known at first. His son, any boy for that
matter, had to get something back. There had to be more than mere
friendship involved. Even at thirteen, love had been what he had
wanted but love had been what Skip had been able or unwilling to
give him. John closed his eyes and remembered what had happened to
him nearly thirty years ago.
Chapter 3. Nearly Thirty Years Ago.
At thirteen, John Gordoni had yet to begin puberty. In fact,
he was not even close to starting puberty, and like any boy who
matures late, he was smaller, a lot smaller than other boys of his
age. That problem was exacerbated by the fact that he was in an
advanced placement class. Fourteen-year-old boys towered above
him. His slender body was still devoid of hair and he spoke in a
boy-soprano. He was unlike all of the other boys in his class and
he was openly resented because he was brighter. For John, school
was a collection of painful memories. Being at an all-boys Catholic
school didn't help much either, though at least he did not have to
endure the torment as the boys around him began to flirt and date
girls.
At thirteen, John Gordini had little interest in girls, or
boys for that matter. His entire life was his schoolwork. He was a
straight-A student and never less than second in his class. He had
few friends and certainly none that could be called 'close', or
'best-friends'. His sexual explorations were practically
nonexistent though in the months following his thirteenth birthday
they slowly became more frequent. His penis was a barely noticed
appendage between his legs and the few erections that he had
experienced were accompanied by both shame and guilt. Although the
stiffening of that part of his young body was accompanied by
feelings that were pleasant, they were not enjoyable. His erections
occurred only when he saw pictures of naked, or partially naked
males. There was no one that the boy could talk to about his ever-
increasing confusion. His father would certainly never understand.
But what was even worse was the fact that he had never confessed
that his body was aroused that way. He knew he should, the
alternative was Hell!
John grew up in a city neighborhood that was primarily of
Italian descent. After the end of the Second World War, Italy had
been chaotic with chronic shortages of food and just about
everything else. America was the 'promised land' and both his
mother and father had migrated to the U.S. from Venice. They met
on the long boat voyage and were married within the first few months
of arriving in their new home. John was first generation Italian-
American. He attended Mass with his mother and father every Sunday
even before he was able to walk. Every Sunday until the time he
left for college he silently prayed for forgiveness for all of his
sins.
It was Father Pietro, who suggested that John join the
recently formed boy scout troop being sponsored by the church. At
first his father had argued against it but, as his mother put it,
'it'll be good for him, perhaps he'll make some friends his own
age'. 'But will it make him grow into a man?' his father had asked
with a snide jeer at his son's masculinity. His mother had not
answered that question but she had held out for her son. Finally
his father had relented and John was inducted into the local scout
troop.
The troop met every Wednesday evening in the church basement.
Dressed smartly in his new uniform, it was a very proud, though
nervous boy that attended the next meeting. The scoutmaster, Steven
Brand (once Brandini), was affectionately called 'Skip' by the
boys. On that first meeting Skip took John aside and talked about
life in the scout troop. Right from the start John felt as though
Skip liked him, but then, the feeling was mutual. Unlike his
father, Skip seemed genuinely interested in him.
After John's first few weeks in the troop had passed, Skip
started a program that would lead to self-defense badges for the
boys. In the neighborhood where John lived, self-defense was
becoming increasingly important. Basic judo throws and falls were
covered over the next few weeks. John was paired with Paul, a twelve
year-old boy. Paul was still somewhat bigger than John was despite
the one year difference in their ages. Time and time again as they
practiced on the mats John came off second best but every time he
got up bravely and tried again. Again and again, the plucky
youngster came back at the bigger, taller boy, only to hit the mat
hard and sometimes painfully.
At nine o'clock on an early spring evening the meeting
finished. As the boys dashed off, Skip asked John to stay and help
to put away the mats. Eagerly, John agreed. More and more he had
become aware of the fact that Skip liked him. Again and again he
had looked at Skip only to discover that Skip was looking at him.
Their eyes met and each time something seemed to pass between them.
Each look was a look of recognition. As they carried the mats into
the storeroom the looks were replaced by smiles. All but three of
the mats were put away when Skip stopped for a break. He leaned
back against the pile of mats they had already carried into the
storeroom.
"Paul gave you a hard time tonight, didn't he?" Skip observed.
John nodded and shrugged. "He's a lot bigger than me. It's
hard to stop him when he tries to throw me."
"You're thirteen, aren't you John?"
"Uh huh, last Thanksgiving. Paul's only twelve and he's still
a lot bigger than me," the boy said resentfully.
Skip grinned. "Give it time. Anyway you're a lot smarter. Not
just a year smarter either." The boy smiled shyly and looked down
at his feet absently. "You have to use your brains to beat a bigger
boy."
"Yeah! Sure," John said unconvinced. "I'm the smallest kid
here."
Skip nodded. "You're also the smartest kid in the troop, John.
So use your brains."
"Sure! And just how do I do that?" the boy retorted.
The man smiled and placed his arm around John's shoulders. The
boy felt uncomfortable for a moment but he settled down quickly.
His mother was always hugging and kissing him, but never his
father. For an Italian, that was unusual in itself but John could
not remember the last time when his father had even touched him.
Mostly his father wasn't at home, and if he was then he was always
too busy to spend time with his young son. It was always the
'business'. John was lonely. Suddenly he realized that he liked
having Skip's arm around his shoulders. He felt a pleasant warmth
from the man's arm and a deep happy feeling. He wanted to be held
and hugged by the tall dark-tanned man beside him but he didn't
know what to do about it. Slowly he edged sideways, moving just an
inch at a time until his body was against Skip's. The arm around
his shoulders seemed to tighten and draw the teenager even closer.
Now John could feel the warmth of the man's body sinking into his.
"Listen, John," Skip said gently. His voice was very quiet and
controlled. "Next time when you're on the mats with Paul use your
head. Get him to expect what you will do then surprise him."
"Yeah! Sure Skip! I'll still end up flat on my back," John
smiled. "He's faster than I am. It's like he expects me to do
something and he's waiting."
Skip squeezed the boy's shoulder playfully. "Maybe you have
to fight dirty," he said quietly.
"Fight dirty? You mean,... down there," the boy whispered in
shock. "I thought that was bad. Scouts aren't s'posed to fight like
that."
Skip laughed, "That wasn't what I had in mind. Only cowards
fight like that. Come on, I'll show you." He stood up and with his
arm around the reluctant boy's shoulders, guided him back into the
hall where the last three mats were still lying on the floor. "Now
John, you come at me on this side. Okay?"
The boy rushed forward and Skip caught his wrist and spun the
boy around, grabbed him by the waist and ended up with a playful
hug. "Now that is what I mean by not using your brains. I expected
you to come in high and on the right side so I was ready. Next time
I want you to come in high again but drop down and swing to the
left. As soon as I start turning, then you turn back and come in
fast. Right?"
John nodded and tried to do as Skip asked. His first approach
was awkward and Skip still managed to stop him. This time he held
the boy around the chest with one arm and tickled him under the
arms with his other hand. John burst into giggles and tried to pull
away but Skip held him tightly. It was only when the boy was
laughing wildly that Skip finally released him. John pulled away
breathlessly. That nearly-minute of frenzied tickling had made him
feel very strange. He had never been tickled before by a man and
even his mother had not tickled him in ages. The boy recognized
immediately that it was not the tickling that made him feel 'funny'
but the fact that a man had been doing it. He looked at Skip as he
tried to regain his composure. Skip smiled back and raised his
eyebrows. It was a challenge, nothing more, nothing less.
John took a deep breath and rushed forward. This time he
feinted to the left, ducked and swung back to the right. He sensed
that the man was moving back to protect his flank and he swung back
to the left with a perfect twist. He hit hard and fast as he clawed
the man's hand, ducked down and went into a throw position. Ninety-
four pounds of aggressive boy was no match for a grown man and his
attack was easily fended off but Skip had proven his point. He
grabbed John and held him tightly, tickling under the boy's ribs
until he giggled hysterically. John struggled fruitlessly but he
had no desire to escape. Finally Skip lifted him right up into the
air and, with his arms wrapped around the slender boy, swung him
upside down. It served only to make John laugh even harder. Slowly
Skip lowered John down onto the mat and he knelt down so that he
half-straddled the young boy.
"Now," he smiled, "That's using your brains. If I was Paul you
would have thrown me."
John grinned and wiped his eyes, smearing away tears of
laughter. "Yeah! I guess. You weren't expecting me to do that were
you."
Skip smiled back. "Not wrong kiddo. I was waiting for the left
of course but you moved so fast."
John breathed heavily. He wanted to ask Skip to hold him some
more. He wanted the man to hug him like before. He wanted Skip to
stay exactly where he was, half over him. His hands clasped in
childish frustration and he looked up into Skip's blue-green eyes.
The man smiled at him gently. It was silent in the room but John
could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Skip reached forward and
his fingers brushed against the boy's cheek. John shivered with
excitement, though he didn't realize that what he felt was
excitement. He breathed deeply. He was unable to look away from the
man's eyes. It was as if Skip was looking deep inside his mind.
"You're not only the smartest boy in the troop, John,...
you're also the best looking," Skip whispered.
John blushed, suddenly aware that he had also been thinking
how handsome Skip was. He liked the man's rugged face and the
darkness on his face from the shadow of his beard. He liked the
man's smell. It was a pleasant aroma of cologne. The desire for
Skip to touch his body rose up inside the boy and overwhelmed him.
Skip's fingers strayed to the boy's lips and lightly brushed
against them. Without warning Skip stood up, leaving the boy lying
alone on the mats. The man reached down, offered John a hand up and
easily lifted the boy to his feet. At that moment there was chaos
in John's head, a plethora of confused feelings and thoughts, the
knowledge that it was wrong, that what he had been thinking was
very, very bad. He stood before the man and tried to make sense of
it. He felt terribly hot and his breathing had quickened until he
was almost gasping. He wanted to lie back down on the mats with
Skip. He didn't want to stop the strange feelings that surged
through his body. Guiltily the boy realized that his little penis
had become very, very hard. He knew that it had become hard only
because of Skip.
"Skip?" John whispered nervously.
The man smiled gently and gently ruffled the boy's dark hair.
The man didn't answer. He looked directly into the boy's eyes as
if he was searching for something, for recognition. "Are you
scared?" he asked the boy. John thought for a second and then
nodded. His penis flexed instinctively, hungrily. The man smiled
at the boy. "It's okay to be scared. Every boy is a bit scared the
first time I think." John looked at the man hesitantly and
swallowed nervously. Skip's hand dropped downward and caressed the
boy's small ear and then his fingers moved behind the boy's neck
and began twisting in the soft dark hair. "Do you want to go home
now?" he asked. "You can if you want. Or you can stay here with me
for a while?"
"You want me to stay with you so,... you can,... touch me?"
the boy asked in reply. Skip nodded. "It's bad. I know it is. Boys
will make fun of me. My mom and dad will kill me."
"Only if they find out, John. I'm not going to tell. Are you?"
John shook his head. "I'm scared. I,... I've nnnever felt
ttthhis wwway before," he stammered nervously
Skip nodded. "You won't be scared for very long. I'm not going
to hurt you. You trust me don't you?" John nodded. His resistance
crumbled. He wanted the man to hug him again. He wanted to feel the
man's powerful body pressed against him. He had no idea of where
the desire came from but it filled his mind. He nodded slowly.
Gently Skip drew John forward and pressed his lips against the
boy's forehead. He kissed the boy and then eased him away. John
quivered as he breathed heavily. Skip's hand dropped away and took
hold of the boy's hand that was nearest to him. He caressed the
slender fingers and rubbed his thumb into the boy's palm. Slowly
he walked forward, pulling the boy with him into the storeroom. It
was dark inside and he pushed the boy back until the mats were
behind him.
John stood so close to the man that he could feel the man's
chest press into his with each breath. The man released his hand
and slowly moved it upwards over the boy's belly and chest. The
fingertips stroked over the firm flesh as they traced the center-
line of the young body, pulling slightly at each shirt button. At
the boy's neck they stopped, caressing the delicate bare skin for
a moment before continuing upwards to his chin. Skip lifted the
boy's head upward and kissed the smooth forehead again. "Do you
mind if I take your pants off?" he whispered.
"Yeah! I guess it's okay," John answered shamefully.
The man's hand moved downwards again and fumbled at the boy's
waist as his fingers unfastened the belt, the little plastic button
and the zipper. Skip's hand paused, then after a few long seconds
it slowly slid down into the soft warmth of the boy's underpants.
John sighed and Skip's fingers brushed against the short, very
excited shaft of his penis. He sighed again as the fingers moved
lower, following the rigid little penis until they scooped into the
little cloth-covered mound of the boy's testicles. He sighed again
as the man's hand cupped his small sex organs and held him firmly.
Skip's fingers were soothing. The man's hand was strong and yet it
was also very gentle. John slowly relaxed, feeling his strength and
resistance sucked out of him by the man's constantly moving hand.
He closed his eyes and lost all sense of time. Except for the
wonderful delight that surged out of his groin, John Gordini was
oblivious to the world around him.
Minutes later the boy realized that Skip had taken both his
shorts and underpants down and the man's hand was now touching his
bare flesh. He didn't care. The feelings that he had were so
overpowering that the boy cared about nothing else. When Skip
pushed him back onto the pile of mats he did not resist. When Skip
finally pulled his shoes, shorts and underpants off he did not
resist. When Skip bent forward over his half-naked body and kissed
his lower belly and the inside of his thighs he did not resist.
When Skip kissed, then licked, then sucked his small hard penis
into his mouth, the boy arched his back and pushed up with his
thighs to get even more inside. The heat flooded him as he was
absorbed into the wet succulent mouth. Then Skip pushed his
testicles forward with his fingers and sucked them into his mouth
as well. It seemed to John as if his entire body was held inside
the man's mouth and he wanted it to never end.
Long wonderful minutes passed as John discovered just how he
was different he was to most other boys. They were unbelievable
minutes as Skip introduced the young boy to the pleasures contained
in his slender body. The boy writhed in shameless ecstasy as he
abandoned his body to the man's expert handling. Within minutes he
had started to buck wildly, jerking his hips upwards and pumping
his little rigid penis as hard as he could into the man's mouth.
That he enjoyed it so much seemed to make Skip happy as well. But
the boy was still several years from being able to climax and
achieve release so he eventually tired, unable to fulfill the
desire that now dominated him. Then Skip took over and his head
began to bob up and down rapidly. His teeth seemed to bite into the
shaft of the boy's penis while his fingers massaged the little
knotted pouch below. He went as fast as the boy wanted and then
some, sucking the penis as hard as he could, so hard that it seemed
to suck the life and energy out of the boy.
With only the tip of John's penis in his mouth, Skip began to
nibble on the sensitive glans, working on the tiny cherry-red tip
until the boy cried out for mercy. As soon as Skip pulled away John
shook his head and reached down and pushed the man's head back
again. The boy was breathing in irregular gasps as he thrust his
thighs up and jammed his penis back where it now belonged. Skip
needed no encouragement and expertly his hand slid underneath the
boy's buttocks and followed the little scrotum back into the boy's
crack. His finger found the small tight anus and he began to rub
gently. Seconds later, John's body convulsed and the thirteen-year-
old boy had his very first orgasm, albeit dry and more than a little
bit painful.
The Wednesday evenings that followed that night became John's
favorite times. Each time Skip went a bit further and John was
always an eager pupil. Within a few weeks he was readily removing
all of his clothes and lying on the pile of mats in the storeroom
while Skip applied his expert skills to the delight of the young
body. Sometimes he stayed at the hall after nine o'clock on the
pretext of practicing an activity like tying knots. At other times
he was given the duty of cleaning up, the punishment for a
fabricated charge that he had misbehaved during the evening. More
often than not he left with the other boys but after a half block
or more turned back and unnoticed, returned to the basement.
After slightly more than a month had passed the urge to see
Skip's body was more than he could stand and John invited the man
to join him. That night Skip drove him to the building in which he
lived. John walked in the door at a few minutes past ten o'clock.
He was a very different boy to the still-somewhat-innocent boy that
had departed only a few hours earlier that evening. He lied
expertly as he told his mother that he had been practicing knots
again. It was something that he had to do to get his next badge.
After a goodnight kiss the thirteen-year-old boy went up to his
bedroom, undressed and pulled on his pajamas. He dropped down into
the security of his bed and remembered everything that had happened
during the last hour of his life. He slid his hand under his pajama
top and tried to see if he could still feel the stickiness of the
man's semen. On the mats he had been covered with it, from his
thighs to his shoulders.
When John had suggested that it wasn't fair that only he was
naked, Skip had readily agreed. John had looked at the man with
fascination as he undressed, then in utter disbelief as he realized
that the man's penis was huge. It was so much bigger than his own
small erection that the boy was frightened. He was also excited,
more excited than he had ever been. He touched it tentatively at
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