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“Hi!”, he whispers sleepily as he presses forward against me
again. I grin as I look back at him and put my note-pad down beside
the bed.
“Hi beautiful,” I smile, “You were having a real dirty dream
again.” I tease.
Rafael smirks and glances downward, along his slender body,
seeing his little penis sticking out straight and parallel to his
lower belly, “Huh huh! I guess he is pretty stiff, huh?”, he
acknowledges. and then adds with a sleepy smile, “So why didn’t you
wake me up?”
I shrug. “I like watching you. So what happened? It looked
like you were really enjoying it”, I tease again.
The boy giggles, somewhere between innocence and obscenity,
then changing to the later he whispers, “Let’s fuck, okay? I’ll
tell you later.”
I smile at the boy’s vulgar desire expressed so shamelessly,
so openly. He is only eleven and he is physically immature but he
is also easily and often aroused. His crude and uninhibited lust
seems playfully innocent. It is still a game to him. He sits up
grinning cheekily, ready and eager to play. “Come on,” he teases,
as he reaches his small warm hand down and grasps my penis tightly,
“Lemme get him real hard first, okay?”
But although he is playful, Rafael is anything but innocent.
Others before me have seen to that. I know very little about the
boy before he was ten years old. What Rafael remembers he prefers
to try to forget. From what he has told me I know that his first
sexual experience occurred before he was eight years old. There
have been many more in the three years that followed.
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We live in my condominium on an island on the East Coast. There
is a spectacular view of the marshes and the InterCoastal Waterway.
Our boat is moored outside, less than twenty five feet from the
terrace. There are two bedrooms. The bedroom that Rafael and I
share is on the second floor, it opens via a cathedral ceiling to
the living room below. There is a sunny but very private deck next
to the bedroom and I had a jacuzzi installed there shortly after
Rafael came to live with me. We often use it before we go to bed.
His dream has intensified
and he whimpered slightly, his naked body tensing slightly and then
relaxing as his breathing quickened. I felt the moist heat of his
groin, the small rigid cock squeezing alive and strong between us.
I kissed him gently on the forehead, smoothing his hair back as I
kissed his cheek, hoping that the guy was dreaming of me, wanting
desperately to wake him, to hold him tightly and whisper my love
to him. Then the boy pulled away slightly, moaning quietly, his
breathing quickened and then strained as his buttocks
clenched, tensing, then suddenly writhing in unconscious ecstasy.
His body arched, his slender legs kicking back the sheet, then his
buttocks pressed back again. I grinned, looking along his
slender body, the sheet now bunched at his knees
and revealing most of his naked body and I see his aroused cock
poking rudely out from his mounded pubis. The tiny blue-
purple veins were swollen in the guy’s wedge-shaped cock. His
penis, even when it is fully erect, is short, a bit less than
four inches long. The rounded delicate tip is hidden by foreskin. It is tight and it is drawn to a wrinkled little orifice.
When retracted, I know that the head of his penis is like a tiny
bell, its sensitivity enhanced by the protection of his foreskin.
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I know that sooner or later I must write this all down. He is
growing up, my first memories of the boy are less certain now, the
details grow hazy every passing day. This morning, as I lay back
in the pillows I decided to begin. The story that follows is based
upon what I have discovered myself, from what Rafael has told me,
and from what can be reasonably supposed about his life before I
came to know him. The story is a long one, it’s a story that is sad
but one which needs to be told. Too many people don’t understand,
or don’t want to understand. This morning I picked up a writing pad
and began to write. This is the story of another way to live, of a
boy who discovered that he could play in the major leagues. Most
of the names of people, the clinic, and the institution where
Rafael lived have been changed, though the protection I have given
them is undeserved in all but one case.
Boy Scout Story
Archive-name: Samesex/boyscout.txt
Archive-author: Anonymous
Archive-title: Boy Scout
Chapter 1
The year I turned thirteen, I had joined the Boy Scouts
earlier that year, and had already gone on some hikes, when the
big summer trip was scheduled. This hike, two weeks in the
Sierras, would take us in a seventy-mile loop through the
mountains.
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PAPERBOY COLLECTIONS – Twinks first time
Archive-name: FirstGay/ftg115.txt
Archive-author:
Archive-title: PAPERBOY COLLECTIONS
First time was in high school while a paperboy. I was collecting
and used to be kidded about my getting tips. I played along even
though I wasn’t sure what the joke was. The two guys were young,
in college I think and always friendly.
I used to love to go to their apartment to collect [...]