“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.

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.

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.

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.
Because of the length of the trip, only six of us could go,
and only one of the scoutmasters, Mr. Amble, the youngest. All
of us boys were between twelve and fifteen, and we were in good
shape, and well prepared for the hike ahead.
The weather was warm, but not too hot, and the first few
days were very pleasant and we ascended into the high country.
The third day, however, was really hot, and we had only hiked a
few miles before we had to stop. We were by a beautiful lake,
ringed by peaks and trees but with a southern exposure, letting
the summer sun warm the lake until well into early evening. The
site was so beautiful that Mr. Amble decided we should stay here
for a couple days.
We were all smelling pretty strong, since there’d been no
water for washing the last few days. Once we’d set up camp, we
all went down to the shores of the crystal-clear lake, which had
a rare, small sand beach.
We carried water up and washed our sweat-stained shirts and
shorts. We stripped down to underpants as we washed those
clothes. With a sly grin, Mark, the oldest, stripped off his
underpants and began washing them. Soon, all of us had stripped.
I felt a thrill at seeing my mates nude, since I’d often imagined
their bodies while masturbating.
Once we’d hung our clothes, we went to the lake for a swim.
We laughed and splashed under the high summer sun for several
hours, and roughhoused together. I noticed that during this
play, some of the boys kept rubbing against me, in particular
Steve, the youngest at twelve, and Sean, who was a year older
than me. Once, I even felt a hand against my cock, and when I
looked around, Steve quickly turned away. Mr. Ambler for the
most part kept apart from this, much to my disappointment,
because I wanted badly to see his adult body.
That night, although we slept in the open, Mr. Ambler
insisted we sleep in tents because of the heavy morning dew. The
next morning, with a light frost on the tents, we were grateful
we’d done so.
My tentmate that night was Sean. He was athletic, and at 14
seemed much older than I. We had flashlights, and played at
pointing them at the tent, shining them on our faces, and the
like. Giggling, Sean pointed it at where my crotch would be in
the sleeping bag, and waved it around there. I threw open my bag
several times, flashing my underpants-covered cock, which was
quickly becoming hard under this scrutiny.
Sean’s breathing was getting heavy. “Here, you do it,” he
said, handing me the flashlight; “Ok,” I said, eager for
something, but I wasn’t sure what. I took the flashlight and ran
it up to his face, and then down his body. He slowly pulled down
the sleeping bag, as if the light were taking it off. He was
only wearing underpants, and his chest, still hairless although
pretty well muscled, glinted in the reflected beam. When the
light reached the waistband, he slowly tugged it down, too, with
a wicked look up at me. I was fascinated, because although I’d
seen other boys in the shower, this was my first sexualized
contact with one.
He continued pulling down his waistband, and my eyes widened
when the head of his cock appeared. It was bigger than mine, and
it had a small brown bush at the base. He pulled his underpants
out, and it popped up, evidently erect. Then he suddenly snapped
it back. “Your turn,” he said.
I handed him the flashlight and leaned back. He played it
down my chest, already exposed, and slowly played it across my
underpants waistband. I slowly pulled down my underpants, with
both hands this time, exposing more of my cock. With one
movement, I pulled them down and off, and pulled the sleeping bag
over me.
“Hey,” he said, “show me.” “Ok,” I said, and, teasingly, I
pulled my sleeping bag off of me, very slowly. I was laying on
my side, facing him, and the flashlight beam lingered on my
crotch as it was slowly exposed to him. My cock was really hard,
jutting from my almost hairless pube. He looked at it long and
searchingly.
“Your turn,” he said, and handed me the light. He fumbled
under his sleeping bag, and I played the beam down his body
again. This time, though, he didn’t have his underwear on, and
his hard cock jutted straight from his body.
Suddenly, there was movement at the tent flap, and a head
popped in. Both of us quickly covered, but I think Mr. Ambler
caught a glimpse of us before saying, “Lights out.” We turned
off our flashlights and settled in to sleep.
I lay there a while, too excited to sleep. I heard rustling
next to me, and I knew Sean wasn’t asleep, either. “You asleep?”
he asked in a whisper. “No,” I answered. “You want to mess
around?” he asked. “Sure,” I answered. I heard some fumbling,
and the sound of his sleeping bag zipper being unzipped. I lay
there in an agony of tension, and almost jumped straight up at
the touch of his hand.
It was so exciting, feeling his hand on my bare chest. He
scooted closer, and put a leg into my sleeping bag. I turned on
my side to face him, and I could feel his breath against me. His
hand stroked my side and my hip. It felt like every square inch
of skin was sensitized, and his touch was extremely exciting.
When his other hand touched my hard cock, I almost came right
then. “Wow, you really like this,” he breathed. “Uh huh” was
all I could say. He guided my hand to his cock.
I was so surprised at how soft the skin was over the rigid
shaft. It was marvelously mobile, and I could feel the muscles
under the skin. And it was so hot, especially the head, which
was silkiest of all. “I want to put yours into my mouth,” he
said, “Ok?” I breathed assent, and held my breath. He lay me
back, curled down and put his head on my thigh. The feeling of
his hair against my skin was really exciting, but nothing
compared to the touch of his tongue against my cock. “If you
want to come in my mouth it’s Ok,” he said. I grunted in assent.
The feeling was incredible, nothing like masturbating, but
indescribably wonderful. Holding my cock with one hand, he moved
his head up and down, grabbing the skin with his lips. It only
took three or four pumps before I felt like my groin would
explode. His tongue was wiping my cockhead, and that stimulation
finally relieved me of my tension, when my cock shot in his mouth
in what was, until then, the most intense orgasm of my life. I
pumped and pumped, and he swallowed it all, apparently with
enjoyment. When I’d finished, he drew his head back, and lay
back against my chest. “Could you do me?” he asked. I was
thinking, sure, absolutely, and I croaked so.
He lay back, and my hands touched his body. It was so soft,
the skin warm and very smooth. His muscles lay just beneath the
surface, and they felt very good against my hands. I moved my
head down his body, and as I approached his hard cock the faint
smell of him struck my nostrils. It was a distinctive, musky
scent, and I found it a little exciting. His cock was rock-hard
in my hand, a little moist with sweat. I tentatively licked the
cock head and the taste, too, was distinctive. It tasted a
little salty. I took the head between my lips. I liked it, it
felt somehow very safe, very good. I slipped more of his hard
cock into my mouth, and it slid in easily. I held the base of it
with my fingers, as he’d done, and I clumsily slid my head up and
down it. It felt oddly mobile, yet stiff, and I soon found the
rhythm needed. It only took a few strokes before he was moaning
in pleasure; I interrupted my actions to shush him. A light
sweat broke out on his body, and his hands rested on my
shoulders. I could feel his cock stiffen, and then, suddenly,
spasm in my mouth. It was filled with a hot, salty, and faintly
sweet liquid, it seemed like a lot of it. It surprised me, and a
bit escaped my lips, dripping onto his pubes. Still, I pumped
it, swallowing all I could get. He gently stroked my hair,
cradling my head in his hands.
“Come here,” he said, and he drew me to his lips. He kissed
me deeply, probing my salty mouth with his tongue. I could smell
and taste me on his lips, and he could probably smell himself on
my lips. The sensuous feeling of kissing, and the smooth rubbing
of our bodies, made me immediately hard again. “When we get
back, I’ll show you more stuff,” he said, “since I’ve got the
house to myself every afternoon.” “Ok,” I said, pleased that we
were now going to be close friends. Suddenly tired, we lay back
and slept soundly.
The next morning, we all set out for a small hike, and when
we returned in the afternoon, we once again splashed in the lake,
whose waters were warmed in the sun. We all stripped off our
clothes, and I examined the other boys as closely as I could and
still be discreet. Sean and I splashed closest, with numerous
“accidental” rubbings, and several mutual grabs. The other boys
drifted off to nap in their tents, leaving Steve, the youngest of
us at 12, and Sean and I.
“Come over here,” called Sean, directing us to a hidden cove
still lit in the sun but not easily accessable from the shore.
To my annoyance, Steve tagged along — I’d wanted to be alone
with Sean — but Sean said it was OK for him to come.
Steve was a cute boy, but since he was so much younger than
I (a year’s difference then felt like a lifetime), I found him a
little annoying. Still, he seemed to find me irresistable, and
that was flattering, so I conceded that he could come.
We played in the cove. I felt newly emboldened by our
isolation, and I stroked Sean more openly. I saw Steve’s eyes
widen the first time this happened, but soon he, too, was happily
brushing against us. I enjoyed the contact, too, since he was a
very pretty boy. His smooth flanks, smoothly rounded butt, and
thin, fine chest all appealed to me. His body was completely
hairless.
Sean lay back on a smooth rock, sunning himself. His
slender body shone with drops of water, and its beauty made my
heart beat faster. Meanwhile, Sean and I were still in the
water, racing each other and playing splashing games. One game I
found exciting was to pick him up and throw him into the water,
enjoying especially the feeling of his smooth skin and his happy
screams. More than once my hands “accidentally” stroked some of
his body, his behind, penis, or chest, or allowing his body to
rub against mine. Each time, he squealed in delight, coming back
for more.
“Steve, Bill, come here,” said Sean, sitting up. We came
over. With a significant look at me, he said, “Steve, wanna do
something neat?” I looked at him in surprise, but I knew what he
was going to ask and I wanted to do it, too, with Steve. “Sure,”
said Steve. He clambered on the rock, and I followed, looking at
his cute ass.
We lay back on the sun-warmed rock, which was large and
smooth enough for all of us to lay side by side on our towels.
“So what do you wanna do?” asked Steve. “Just lay back,” said
Sean, “and warm up.” We lay back on the rock, the sun heating
our bodies. As our bodies dried, Steve’s and my balls slowly
relaxed from their exposure to cold water, and I surreptiously
watched the other boy’s bodies, trying to not get too hard doing
so.
“Just lay back,” Sean said finally, “and let me do this.”
He sat up, and began stroking Steve’s slim body. The boy giggled
with every touch. “Now, you’re going to have to try to lay
still,” Sean said in mock seriousness. He ran a fingertip around
the boy’s nipples, which each stiffened in turn, and down his
flat stomach. He inserted the tip into his belly button. With
each new touch Steve giggled, but I noticed his breathing quicken
as Sean’s finger neared his groin. Sean ran his fingertips
across the tan line from Steve’s suit, and down the boy’s gently
coved thighs. He ran his hand across his smooth upper thigh, and
down to his inner thigh. Here, Steve giggled loudly, and Sean
shushed him. “You’re gonna haveta lay still here,” he said. I
was watching, fascinated, wishing it were my hand and loving the
sight of this pretty young boy so completely entranced.
Sean’s fingers stroked the smooth, hairless thighs,
lingering at each kneecap. He then ran his hand in one movement
up each thigh. Steve’s hips twitched each time. Then, in light
movements, he encircled the hairless cock with stroking fingers.
With each circuit, he “accidentally” touched the little cockhead,
which began stiffening. Soon, he was in firm contact with the
cock, which stood out from the boy’s hairless pube in rigid
attention. Steve’s breathing was now rapid, and a light sweat
had broken out over his body. His hands clutched the towel he
was laying on.
Sean now grasped the cock in a firm grip, with only two
fingers and thumb since it was only about 4″ long. He began
pumping it, alternately looking at it and then Steve’s face,
which was a study in love and ecstasty, obviously enjoying every
part of it. His hard little cockhead was purple, and one of his
hands was now resting on Sean’s bare thigh. I was hard, and my
hands wanted to touch the smooth boy’s bare skin. I reached out
and placed a hand on his firm chest, and he looked over in
gratitude. With a questioning look, he moved hand toward my hard
cock, and I nodded approval. His other hand had found Sean’s
hard cock. He began pumping our cocks in one rhythm, Sean’s hand
still attentive to his hard little cock.
I looked at Sean, and he was more excited than I’d ever seen
him, even in the tent the night before. We leaned together, and
I kissed him full on the lips, our tongues joining in a dance of
joy. Steve’s warm hands on our cocks, our faces joined, my cock
ragingly hard, and suddenly I had to explode, my cock pumping and
pumping, spraying come all over Steve’s smooth stomach, his
pumping hand, Sean’s hot body, even spray landing on our faces;
Sean’s cock, at this, his come spewing across the eager boy,
landing on me, covering Steve’s other hand, and then even Steve
came, his cock pumping a few drops of his first come. Sean and I
sat back on our thighs, and I looked down. Sean was smiling at
us, his smooth stomach and chest covered with globs and drops of
come, all the way up to his chin, some come leaking out of his
small and now-soft cock. I reached out and slid some come around
with my fingertip, tickling his nipple, touching his little cock.
“Did you like that?” I asked him, and he could only nod
vigorously in response. “When we get home, we can do a lot
more,” Sean said.

Chapter 2
We had a number of other encounters during that hike, all of
which were transcendent and wonderful. Since we lived very near
each other, Sean, Steve and I all determined to get together once
we got home.
Since it was summer, we had long hours alone. The day after
getting back, I went over to Sean’s house. My little sister was
at my house, and he had a pool, and a big rec room in the
basement. Since both his parents worked we could spend a lot of
private time there. We swam for hours in the pool, playing games
and sunning ourselves. When we were finally tired of being
outside, we went into the dark and cool basement rec room.
“Let’s do something I learned from a guy last summer,” Sean
said, “it’s really neat. First, let’s take a shower.” “Why?” I
asked. “Because it’ll feel neat, and we can get cleaner.” “Oh,”
I said, and we stripped. The rec room had a full bathroom, and
we closed the door, exchanging conspirative looks.
He got in, and, grabbing the soap, began sudsing his body.
“Come on in,” he said, and I stepped into the shower. We both
fit well, not too snugly. He reached out and began soaping my
cock, which, true to form, immediately sprang to hardness.
Grabbing another bar of soap, I started on him. Soon we were
both covered in rich lather, and he pulled me close. He rubbed
our bodies together, our rigid cocks slipping against each other.
His hands encircled me, rubbing my ass, and I did the same,
reveling in the feeling of his firm, smooth muscles and finely
rounded behind. One of his fingers slipped between my ass cheeks
and slid down to my asshole. I’d never been touched there that
way, and I sort of jumped when his fingertip easily slid in. “Do
you like that?” he asked. “Uh, yea, I think so,” I said. “Do it
to me, too” he said, and I pushed my finger toward his puckered
hole. It felt really funny to be doing this, but the smooth ass
chute felt good against my finger. I was finding that his finger
was stimulating me in a really different way, and I was liking it
a lot. He, too, seemed to be liking it. “Put another finger
inside me,” he breathed in my ear, and I pushed another fingertip
into him. “Ok, now gently move it in and out,” he asked. I
pushed my soap-lubed fingers in and out of him. He seemed to be
melting in my arms. “Ok,” he gasped, “let’s stop for now.” I
pulled out of him. “Let’s rinse off,” and he began doing so, and
helped me in turn.
We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. I
was still entranced by his body and I did my best not to
obsessively touch it. “Let’s go upstairs,” he said, and,
giggling, we ran upstairs to his room, only barely covering
ourselves with our towels.
He jumped on the bed, and drew me to him. I loved the
feeling of his smooth, clean skin, and I snuggled against him.
His fingers found my cock and pulled gently on it. He then moved
down the bed and took my cock into his mouth. I loved the
feeling, and rolled onto my back, enjoying every touch.
“Here, let’s do something else,” he said. He lay on his
back and pulled out a jar of vasoline he kept in his side table.
He gestured me closer, and I kneeled between his upraised knees.
He took a small glob of the stuff and rubbed my hard cockhead
with it. “Now, slowly put it in me,” he instructed. I knelt
down and pushed the hard head — now purple with excitement –
slowly into him. As I pushed, the tightness enclosing it made me
feel incredible. He moaned, and I stopped, scared that I was
hurting him. “No, keep going,” he said, and I pushed a little
more. “Yes, you’re doing fine,” he said, gently drawing me
towards him, hands on my hips. His legs were folded up against
his belly, his cute cock completely exposed, not hard now, his
eyes closed in concentration.
I pushed harder, and stopped when I was completely buried in
him, my belly rubbing against his balls. He opened his eyes and
said, “You in?” and I knodded. He leaned back, relaxing in the
intense feeling of my cock filling him. “Now, go really slowly
in and out,” he said, and I began slowly pumping him. “Yes,
uhmmmm, oh, man,” he said, his cock stiffening. His hands roamed
across my butt, down to my thighs, across my chest, tweaking my
nipples. I quickened my pace, pushing in and out, the feeling
against my cock so great. He moaned, helping me push, his hand
on his cock, pumping away. I felt my come pushing from deep
inside, and I said, “oh, man, I’m gonna come inside you,” and he
moans, “yes,” and my cock pumps and pumps its come deep inside
him, his asshole squeezing every drop from my shaft. Moments
later, his cock came, the most intense come I’d seen, spraying
everywhere, his stomach and chest, my face, his chin, and his
hands rubbing it all over him.

Chapter 3
The next day we invited Steve over. Both of us were totally
attracted to this smart, cute boy, and we were excited to share
what we’d discovered with him. He came dressed only in his suit
and carrying a towel, his towsled brown hair only just staying
out of his eyes.
We swam as before, playing games, and soon we’d shed our
suits. I admired both he and Sean’s taught bodies, and I was
looking forward to teaching him what we’d done the day before.
Steve was eager to learn, and when we’d explained what we wanted
to do, he looked a bit apprehensive but was game for it.
We went up to Sean’s room. It was a large, beautiful room
facing the back yard with its own bathroom. Its south-facing
windows were bright with light and were screened from the
neighbors, allowing us to revel in the sunlight.
We were all still naked, and I marveled at how pretty the
other boys’ tanned bodies were. Steve was still only covered
with a fine, sun-bleached fuzz, which shone when in direct sun.
He was in fine shape, with taught, smooth skin, finely formed
legs and a cute, rounded ass.
Sean sat on the bed, and beckoned Steve to come. As Steve
stood next to him, Sean’s hand fondled the boy’s cock, which
quickly stiffened. The cute, stiff shaft glinted in the
sunlight. Sean drew Steve to him, and they kissed tenderly,
their tongues dancing together, their cocks sliding together.
Sean reached behind him and got the vasoline. He took a
small glob and rubbed it onto Steve’s hard cockhead. Steve
giggled at the slippery sensation as Sean slowly stroked his
cock.
He slid back onto the bed, drawing the younger boy to him.
Lifting his legs, he put another glob onto his asshole, and he
pulled Steve atop him. With an experienced hand, he guided the
boy’s hard cock into his asshole. “Slowly,” he said, and Steve
gently inserted his cock into him. However, Sean easily adapted
to the small cock, and Steve was quickly able to plunge in him.
Sean guided him, hands on the boy’s slim ass, enjoying every
stroke. I came over and ran my hands across Steve’s flexing
back, his hard ass, and Sean’s smooth body. Quickly, Steve
moaningly deposited his come deep inside Sean’s ass.
“You like that?” Sean asked; “Sure!” Steve said
enthusiastically, and we cleaned Steve up in the shower. We all
went back to the bed, and we lay down. Sean and I lay with Steve
between us, and we all kissed each other. Soon Steve’s randy
little cock was hard again as our hands caressed each others’
bodies. I gently stroked Sean’s beautiful cock, and he mine;
Steve enjoyed the touch of our older bodies.
Sean’s hand explored down Steve’s silky thighs. With gentle
urging, he slid his hand under the boy’s legs, and he moved his
leg up, exposing his pretty balls and asshole. Steve held both
his legs up, pressed against his stomach and chest, as Sean’s
fingers tickled his puckered asshole.
Sean reached for some lube, and put it directly against the
boy’s asshole. Steve was eager, arching his butt upward at the
touch of the lube and Steve’s fingers, and gasping slightly when
Sean’s finger slid inside him.
Sean pushed his finger in and out of him for a few minutes
before adding another finger. Steve was so relaxed that his
asshole easily stretched for a second, then third finger.
“Please put your cock inside me,” gasped the boy, his cock once
again impossibly rigid against my hand. Sean happily complied.
Kneeling on the bed, he grasped his cock, which was rigid in
excitement, and pressed the head against Steve’s yielding
asshole. Slowly, gently, he pushed it in. Steve’s asshole was
so well lubed, so relaxed, that the hard cock easily slid in.
Steve encouraged Sean with smiles, and eagerly kissed the older
boy when he leaned forward, their tongues dancing together.
I moved upward, and pushed my hard cock near Steve’s face.
The boy grabbed it and began pumping it hard. He turned his face
toward me and pulled my cock close. His pretty lips opened, and
he eagerly swallowed my hard cock. The feeling was incredible,
so soft and wet; the boy was a natural. My hand continued
pumping his hard little cock.
Sean began pumping in and out of Steve’s tight asshole, and
Steve happily received the hard cock, lifting his thighs, moving
with the older boy’s pumping. I slid my cock in and out of his
mouth, watching his lips grasp my cock, enjoying the slick
feeling of his saliva on my cock’s shaft. I grabbed it and began
pumping my shaft, his sweet tongue licking the cockhead as it
came close. From Sean’s moans, I could tell he was almost ready
to spurt his come into Steve’s virgin ass, and I, too was almost
ready to come.
Steve’s cock began pumping in my hand, and I looked down at
it as its pretty four inches sprayed yet again onto the boy’s
stomach. I tickled his bellybutton, full of his come, and drew
my finger to my mouth, tasting his salty sperm. At that moment,
I felt that familiar tickling in my shaft, and as I pumped my
cock, I sprayed come all over his mouth and face, his tongue
working to lick my sperm. And, with a moan, Sean grabbed Steve
close to him, and with a gasp, shot deep inside the boy. Steve
smiled up at Sean, his hands on the boy’s pretty butt.

Chapter 4
Steve had a sister, Sandy. She was thirteen, like me, and I
liked her, mainly because she was a buddy of a sort. She was
blonde, and very pretty in a cute way, although she was pretty
much of a tomboy and I just hadn’t noticed it. She always wore
pants and t-shirts, and played with us a lot just as hard as we
did. We hadn’t, though, introduced her to our secret world; we
worked hard to ditch her before getting naked. We just didn’t
think she’d be interested, and frankly we were intimitaded by her
because she was a girl; after all, we’d been taught that they
wouldn’t like anything sexual.
Which is why it was a surprise when, one afternoon that
summer when Steve and I were at his house, just about to lick and
suck each other to come-splashing orgasms, we were surprised by
Sandy.
We’d gone over there without Sean, who had to do something
that day, and, giggling, had closed ourselves into his room. I
happily pulled his shirt off, and he mine, and we embraced, our
little nipples stroked by our soft chests. Sean was a little
shorter than I, maybe four inches. I knelt and undid his pants,
sliding them with his underpants down his smooth, hard legs and
round ass. I gently took his cock, now getting hard, and licked
its cute head. I then took it into my mouth.
It was at that moment that Sandy burst in — me, shirt off,
cock in mouth, Steve obviously enjoying it, naked. Both Steve
and I gasped in shock, and jerked apart.
“What you guys doing?” asked Sandy with a malicious smile,
“huh?” “Uhhh…nothing,” said Steve, intelligently, sitting on
the edge of the bed with one hand covering his crotch and now
thoroughly deflated cock. “Looks like fun,” said Sandy. We sat,
in tableau, all looking at each other. “So what are you going to
do?” I asked, “tell?” “Maybe,” said Sandy, saucily, “maybe not.”
We thought about that. “So…what would it take,” I asked.
“Oh, maybe we can think of something,” said Sandy, and for the
first time, I swear, I started to think of her as a girl. I also
noticed, to my surprise, that her nipples were standing through
her t-shirt. Her breasts were not much more than little cones,
and they’d only recently been even that noticable.
“So…what?” I asked. “Hmmm…” she said, a wicked little
gleam in her eye, “well, what were you guys doing, really?”
Before Steve could say anything else stupid, I said, “something
that’s pretty cool. But I think it’s only for boys,” as if that
were smarter. “Well, maybe you could let me watch,” she said.
Steve started to object but she continued, “or maybe I could tell
mom and dad.” We both thought about that for a minute, me
looking at Steve, a realization dawning that maybe this could be
something fun. “Well, Ok,” I said, “but only if you’re pretty
quiet.” She nodded.
I went over and gently pulled Steve’s knees apart. Then I
pulled his hand away from his hairless crotch. His cock was
completely shrunken, its little head cute above his small balls.
Glancing over to Sandy, I leaned down and began licking it. I
explained to her that this was something boys did with each
other, and that it felt really good. Steve leaned back on the
bed, and I took his entire cock into my mouth. It got stiffer
and stiffer, and my cock, now stiff in the excitement of doing
Steve and knowing Sandy was watching my every move, pressed
against my pants.
With one hand I pumped Steve’s cock up and down, sucking it
with wet, slurpy kisses. Steve began moaning in pleasure, and
his body became shiny with sweat. His back arcing, he pushed his
cock hard into my mouth, and I could taste the first of his boy-
come. Given Sandy’s presence, that I wanted her to see what
happened, I pulled back and allowed Steve’s hard cock to spray
come all over him. I looked over at Sandy, and she was obviously
fascinated, her breathing heavy, her hard nipples obvious through
her shirt. I explained what just happened. “Do you want to
touch it?” I asked her, and she mutely nodded. I drew her hand
to her brother’s now-soft penis and she gently handled it. Steve
was watching all this with interest. I pulled her hand away.
“Do you want to join in with us?” I asked her. “Yes!” she
answered. “Well, if you do, you’ll have to do some things.”
“Ok,” she said, “what?”
“First, you’ve got to undress,” I said. “But you’re not, at
least totally,” she pointed out. “Ok,” I said, and I stood up.
Her eyes devoured me as I slowly, coyly unbuckled my belt. This
was the first time I’d ever shown myself before a girl. I
unbuttoned my pants, and then undid the zipper. All the time
looking into here eager eyes, I slowly lowered my pants, leaving
my underpants on. Her eyes were riveted on my cock, which I
tried to not get too hard too fast. I then drew my white
underpants down, slowly. I pulled them off my butt first, then
slowly down my penis. When I reached my cockhead, it popped out.
“Ah!” she gasped, looking at my hard cock standing perpendicular
from my body. I could tell that she was really turned on.
“Ok, your turn,” I said. She stood up and slowly drew her
shirt off. Her breasts were bare under it, and they were very
pretty, small cones topped with fine small nipples. Her skin
looked very soft, but her slim frame showed it off well. With a
small smile, she unbuttoned her pants, and drew them off. She
then lowered her cotton panties, until she stood naked before us.
Her body was very cute, with a firm, finely rounded ass, only the
slightest shading of pubic hair, and long, lean legs. Steve sat
up on the bed, his penis hardening. We stood, looking, for a
long moment.
“Do you want to touch me?” I asked. She nodded. Her hand
moved forward and grasped my cock. Her hand was very smooth, and
its warmth moved me; my cock began swelling. She gently moved
her hand on my cock, and her tender touch turned me on immensely.
She knelt in order to look closer to this miracle. I looked
down onto her blonde head, and her sweet back. If I leaned back
slightly, I could see her small breasts and down to her smooth
slit. I was fascinated by this angle, and with this stimulus, I
got even harder.
She looked up at me. “Can I kiss it like you did with
Steve?” she asked. I could only nod in response. I could feel
her hot breath as she leaned forward.
Her lips touched the tip, and I started in pleasure. Her
tongue lapped at my cockhead, and her warm saliva bathed it. I’d
never had a girl touch me sexually, and this was incredible, even
more exciting that with the boys. My hand rested on her soft,
blonde hair, and she drew herself closer, pulling more of my
rigid cock into her mouth. I looked up at Steve, and he was
attentive, on the edge of the bed, his cock hard in his hand.
I began slowly drawing my hips back and pushing them
forward, sliding my cock into and out of her mouth. She
instintively rounded her lips, and my cock slid against her wet
tongue. One of her hands rested on my thigh, stroking my skin.
My hand stroked her shoulder. She stopped. “Do you want to
shoot your stuff?” she asked, looking up at me. Her blue eyes
were shining in excitement. “Can I?” I said, and she nodded,
saying, “yes, but warn me ’cause I don’t want to eat it this
time, Ok?” I nodded.
She resumed, and I took a more stable stance, pushing my
cock in and out her eager mouth. Both her warm hands grasped my
ass, and she, too, directed me. I felt my cock twitch and only
was just able to say “I’m…uhhhh,” and she pulled back, her hand
grasping my shaft, when my cock sprayed its come all over her
face, chest, and stomach. She looked surprised but smiled up at
me when I was done and had dribbled the last onto her thighs. I
looked down at her sweet face, covered now with come, and her
breasts, which had droplets of rapidly liquifying come sliding
down them.
I knelt next to her and kissed her, my come lubricating our
faces. My hands closed around her body, my fingers touching her
fine, small breasts.
Steve made a small noise, and we broke our reverie. Sandy
looked up and smiled, and then down at his hard little cock.
“What’s the matter — you want some, too?” she asked, teasingly.
He looked at us and smiled.

In subsequent weeks, we began our career in sex. Sandy,
Steve and I would have many happy hours together, and Sean and I
would join her in a glorious pile of bodies.
As the years went by, we slowly drifted apart. Sandy went
to college and earned a doctorate in Literature; now, she
deconstructs Emily Dickinson. Sean joined the military, was
highly decorated in Desert Storm, and eventually came out gay.
His case is still pending. And Steve founded his own company,
creating and selling computer software. We get together on a
yearly camping trip with our families, but rarely talk of the
past. Those memories are best lived in our imaginations…

–

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 because they’d
always be lifting weights or horsing around. Usually one if not both
were partically dressed….shorts or jockeys and nothing else. My
cock always got hard.
When those hot summer humid nights came I’d wear my gym shorts at
night and during one July night knocked on their door to collect
my bill. One was in a jockstrap and the other was in a pair of jockeys.
Both were glowing with sweat..they were wrestling or something.
They wrote a check and seemed genuinly embarassed because they didn’t
ahve cash for a tip.
The usual jokes soon resulted and one of them kept looking at my
crotch..my cock was hardening as usual..and in my short that was
clearly visable.
One of them told me to finish my rounds and then come back later..not
matter how late.
He patted my butt as I left which made my dick hard.
I heard them laughing and saying something about making me feel good,
and taking care of my “problem” later. The door wasn’t closed as
they said all this so I assumed they wanted me to hear it.
I finished my rounds and made it home…after saying goodnight to
the folks, I remembered the guys and snuck back out.
They were still awake when I knocked..I apologized for being so late.
They offered me a beer…which made me feel older..so I drank it.
One kept lifting weights and soon had me trying it. As I moved to
the bench the other guy pulled my tee shirt off saying I didn’t want
to get it all sweaty.
I lay on the bench and learned about bench presses trying not to
look up at the crotch of the guy standing at my head..spotting me.
The other one held my thighs down..saying it would be good for me.
I lifted a few times…loving the feeling the weight gave my bare
chest. The one spotting me took the weight and put it one th floor.
The other one had moved his hands up into my shorts and found my
teenage cock and balls. I gasped at his touch.
The one at my head took off his shorts and the sight of his dick
made me want him..though I didn’t know what that meant.
By morning I did.
Cock had been in my butt, throat..and my dick had been in both of
their throats and assholes.
I slept between the two of them..and stood in the shower while they
soaped me up..and one sucked me while the other fucked me there.
I got back home and told my folks I had slipped outside for some
exercise..which wasn’t exactly a lie.
After that, I always had fun delivering their paper and collecting.
I was their paperboy..and pretty much knew they controlled me.
If they had a guest over, I was given to the guest to please them
which I didn’t mind at all.
My acne cleared up..my chest grew from the continued weight training.
When they moved away, I cried.
But I grew too and soon serviced others on my paper route and elsewhere.