Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2017 04:20:24 +0100 (CET)
From: benj4u@tutanota.com
Subject: Growing Up, Part 1

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"Growing Up"

***

Twelve year old Peter used to have an ordinary life.  His father had died
about five years before, but his mother worked and made ends meet for him
and his eight year old brother, Andrew. Peter had good grades at middle
school, enjoyed playing Little League baseball, and even liked being in a
church youth group.  He was into puberty, and though he was still small for
his age and smooth skinned, he was kind of proud that he had his first
wet-dream recently. The boy was so innocent, it hadn't yet occurred to him
to make those tingly feelings continue on a regular basis with the use of
his hand.  But he was about to grow up and learn.

Life turns on a dime. Chance meetings can change everything. For Peter,
that turn came when he met Damon, a thirty-something man who was helping
with the school baseball team and later with the summer Little League
program.  Everyone liked Damon.  At 5'10, he had a strong, muscular body,
and most importantly was fun to be with.  No one seemed to know what his
real occupation was, but he had a cool sports car and occasionally paid for
the team to have food, and once even took them to Chuckie Cheese.  Yeah,
Damon was a lot of fun.

Peter liked the way Damon showed him extra attention.  For instance, it was
April after the team had been practicing when Damon volunteered to stay
late on the diamond and practice pitching and batting with the
twelve-year-old.

     "Really?" Peter responded, surprised that and adult would take that
kind of time. "Don't you have important stuff to do?"

"Hey," Damon replied, "yeah, I have some things to do, but I'm only talking
about a half hour.  You're concerned about improving. I think I can
help. Let's do this!"

And they did, again and again.  Staying late, Damon would always drop Peter
off, playfully punching the boy on the arm as he got out of the car, with
the mutual understanding: "See ya later."  A couple of times he went in
with Peter and met his mom, so she got to know Damon, too. Things were
really cool, Peter thought.

Yeah, Peter was glad to have an adult friend.  He didn't know that a few
minutes later Damon would be on his cell, talking with a partner.

     "...yeah, I just dropped him off...he's a good kid. Did you know he
has a little brother?

     One of those who's a good kid, without a lot of parental supervision,
so no one looks in on him...oh, I think in a few weeks we can take it to
the next level..."

It was in May that Damon told Peter, "I'm going to ask if some guys can
come over to my place tomorrow. We can stay overnight and enjoy my
rec. room, sleep, maybe practice some on Saturday morning.  Ask your mom if
it's okay...you've got my number if she has any questions."

"All right!" the pre-teen squealed.

This would be his first opportunity to be like the big kids; having a party
and sleep over some- where else. Word was that Damon had a really cool
place: an in-ground pool for the summer. A pool table and old fashioned
pin-ball machine in the rec. room. All on an acre of land just outside
town, surrounded by a lot of trees.  Between him never giving any trouble
and Damon already having a good reputation, his mom wouldn't have any
problem with it. So, on a Friday night, dressed in jeans and a sweat shirt,
the boy pedaled his bike and book bag packed with a change of clothes, over
to Damon's house. It was the night everything changed.

Damon opened the door at the first knock and greeted the boy. Peter knew
something was odd right off the bat. The man was dressed in nylon track
shorts and a t-shirt. But more than that - "Where is everyone?" he asked,
looking in at the quiet entry hall.

"You wouldn't believe it. Several changed their mind and one is sick. Two
or three might be here later," Damon explained. "Why don't you leave your
bike in the garage, then come in through there."

"Okay." The preteen had no reason not to believe his friend.  He placed his
bike in the garage as Damon opened the door to the house and invited him
in. The pre-teen was hardly aware of Damon closing the garage door, as if
that would have been a big deal anyway.

"Let me throw your bag over here," Damon offered, taking the book bag and
laying it on a table.  "Go ahead and kick your shoes off. Make yourself
comfortable."

Peter was awed at the house.  It was a lot bigger than anything he or his
friends had.  Although there wasn't a whole lot of furniture, everything
looked new.  As they passed into a back room, he could see that Damon did
indeed have an in-ground pool outdoors.  After noticing that, his attention
was quickly drawn by the large recreation room.  A pool table...and there
really was a pin-ball machine...and a huge tv monitor near a fireplace,
with comfortable couches and chairs. It looked like a full service bar was
in one corner.  The boy had never seen anything like it.

"So you like it," Damon said matter-of-factly.

     "Wow!" Peter said.  "It's great!"

"Thought we might play a game of pin-ball, then watch tv while we wait for
the others."

The two played for half an hour before moving over to the television.
Peter dropped onto the couch and sank into it.

"Would you like some pop? What do you like?"  Damon asked.

     "Yeah...do you have Mountain Dew?"

"Sure do," Damon chuckled.

At the bar, Damon pulled out some Dew for the boy and poured it into a
glass. He made himself another drink. Peter couldn't see the two tablets he
quietly smashed and dropped into his drink.  Damon brought the glass over
and handed it to Peter, then turned on the television.

"I thought since it was just us guys, we could watch something more grown
up than a Disney flick."

     "Yeah, sure." Peter agreed.  He enjoyed being treated like something
more than a kid.

As the preteen took gulp of his Mountain Dew, he had funny sensation.
Nothing terrible...just different.  The screen came life and there was the
almost life size images of a movie starting.  Peter took another sip. There
was still a strange sensation.  He felt a little warm.  As the movie
continued, he realized it was as far from a Disney flick as it could be.
The actors were talking about, well...sex.  The guy touched the woman on
the tit.  What was this?

Damon was watching. "You, okay with this?  I mean, it's just us guys."

     "Oh...ah...yeah...I just never seen this..." Peter almost whispered.

Damon knew his puberty-driven body was going to go into overdrive.  "Well,
it is what guys watch after all."

     "Yeah...shh...sure..."

The boy felt himself shiver and his cocklet get hard. It has been doing
that a lot recently anyway, but now he really couldn't control it.  He took
another sip. Man! It was warm.  He watched as the scene progressed.  The
man and woman were getting naked. Kissing. Licking each other. The woman
dropped and started sucking the man's dick. And, man! It was big!  Peter
took another drink.

He suddenly noticed that Damon's hand was around his back and lightly
rubbing his shoulder. It felt good, so Peter didn't object.  He continued
to watch as the man mounted the woman.

     "Fuck..." the preteen whispered, then caught himself. Peter never said
anything like that.

"Fuck is right," Damon repeated.  "This is fucking hot!" then he added, "It
gets better."

After the man dumped a load in between the woman's large breasts, the scene
changed.

"Let me get you a refill."  Damon took Peter's glass, dissolving one more
pill in the drink.  The boy watched as two men met in a locker room. They
were dressed in soccer uniforms, and maybe "men" was too strong a
word. They didn't look much like they were out of high school, Peter
thought.  But one submitted as the other waved his dick at him.

Damon brought the drink and sat down again beside Peter. "Really hot, isn't
it."

     "Y...yeah..." but Peter was sure if he was agreeing to how warm he
felt or about what they were watching.  His mind was a little blurry.  He
took another drink.

Peter felt Damon's hand on his neck again. No...now it was on his leg.  The
hand was moving up his leg, then under his sweat shirt, touching his tummy.
Damon took Peter's drink and set it on a table while he pulled the sweat
shirt off.  "One more drink," he said as he handed the glass back to
Peter. "That's it, take a big gulp."  Then he took the glass away.

He leaned over the boy and placed his mouth against his neck. Peter had
never felt this way before. Sooo hot...his boy-penis throbbing...his heart
pounding. He made one attempt to pull back and resist.  "I...I don't
think...this...is right..."

"Doesn't matter, Petey. Everything will be okay. Just go with it." Damon
said softly.

Damon sucked on his boy nips for a moment as he unsnapped Peter's
jeans. Then sitting upright, he took Peter's hand and placed it on his
cloth-covered adult cock. "Feel it. Oh, yeah, Petey..."

What was he doing, Peter wondered. He'd never, ever...Damon was pushing his
trunks down.

     "Shhhiiiit," the preteen said out loud, again realizing inside that
he'd never said that either. This was going to be a night of a lot of
firsts.

The man's cock was only three-fourths hard, but already bigger than Peter
ever imagined. Damon guided his hand to the shaft and he felt it, then felt
the furry scrotum beneath. In the fuzziness of his mind, the boy wondered
what the sticky fluid was at the tip. Then he felt the weight of the man's
hand on the back of his head, pushing him down toward that tip.

The heavy, flared cock head was brushing up along side the boy's face,
leaving a smear of...well ...whatever that was, Peter thought to
himself. The length of the shaft was against his cheek, then his nose was
buried in the bush of dark pubes, the nut sack against his mouth. Peter
inhaled the smell of a man as he heard Damon tell him, "Good boy...now,
suck on that cock..."

Damon was pulling him up back by the neck and rubbing the leaking prick
against his lips.  "That's it...open up and take it..."  The warm, rubbery
flesh separated his lips and entered his mouth.  "Suck on it, Petey...suck
my dick..."  And the twelve year old did.  He started sucking on a cock for
the first time.  Something happened and he couldn't help himself, but he
didn't want to help himself anyway.  His heart was pounding and he was
sweating like he'd just run several miles, like he had a runner's high.

     Peter could never remember when it happened, but he realized he was
kneeling between Damon's legs to suck.  He was obeying Damon's requests to
touch the man's heavy testicles, and even to suck on those.  Peter wasn't
even aware of the cell phone pics being taken of him.  He didn't even mind
when Damon suddenly grabbed him by the hair and shoved the thick piece of
dick meat back in his mouth.  He knew it, for sure, when the man began
thrusting hard into his throat.

"Fucking take it...little bitch...take my...fucking...cummmm
aauggghhhggggg!!!"

Tears were coming to Peter's eyes as he choked on the dick. That was amped
up as he sensed, more than felt, wad of cum shooting into his throat.  He
gagged and tried to pull away, but was held tight until Damon let go and he
fell backward onto the floor.

Damon looked down at the half-dressed boy who leaned up on his elbow and
looked back for a moment, then suddenly lay on his back.  Almost as if it
were for a research project, Damon took his cell and snapped another
picture.

The baseball coach and friend of a twelve year old boy, leaned down and
grabbed him by the arm.  In any other situation it might have looked like
he was comforting the kid as he pulled him up and into his arms.  Damon
almost cradled him as Peter settled on the athletic thigh. Peter felt as if
his head were only loosely attached as it rolled about, back and forth. For
a moment he rested his forehead on Damon's shoulder, then straightened up
as he felt his friend reach for the glass of pop.

"Here, drink a little more," Damon quietly encouraged, holding the glass to
Peter's mouth.  The boy weakly put his hand up as if he would hold the
glass, but Damon never let go of it. The sweet pop entered his mouth and he
swallowed, only dimly aware that the taste of cum was washed down with it.

Then Peter felt Damon lower him to the couch.  He was in a thick fog,
realizing this was his friend, and that he somehow had his friend's cock in
his mouth, and that...something...happened.  Peter said thickly, "this is
nice..." as Damon stretched him out on the couch and touched his face.  He
even thought it felt good that Damon was caressing his tummy and chest.

Why's he...he's pulling on my pants... Peter thought, and tried to focus on
what was happening, but everything seemed in slow motion.  Damon was
pulling his zipper down and tugging on the sides of the jeans, pulling them
down and off his legs.  The boy slowly put his hand up as the man ran his
hands up the smooth legs and onto his white briefs. He put pressure against
the cloth and made it cup more firmly around his claim to masculinity.

"Nice," Damon whispered.  "You are going to work out just fine..."  Then he
pulled on the sides of the briefs to take those off the boy.

Confused, Peter awkwardly tried to reach for his last bit of clothing, and
even began to sit up, but Damon lightly pushed him back down.  "Just stay
put there, little buddy. There's something else for you to do."

The adult male in Peter's life...his coach...his friend...towered over him.
The boy was smooth.  Only a couple of pubic hairs, really. Otherwise it was
like he was a child.  Peter looked up with that vague, confused
expression. Even as Damon was lifting his smooth legs up, he couldn't
understand what was happening. Then the moment came. Damon pressed that
thick cock head against the twelve-year-old's virgin chute and started
pushing into uncharted territory.

"Auuuuugggghhhhh!!!"  Not even the drugs in his system could mask the fact
that something was going in the wrong way.  "Auuuuugggghhhhh!!!" Peter
repeated as the head began to break through his tight rosebud.  He
screeched, "Errrrraaaaaa...ahhh...ahhh...ahhhh..."

Damon wasn't about to stop, of course.  His head cleared the boy's butt
hole and started plunging in, deeper and deeper.  Peter's scream fell into
a short yelp: "Ugh...ugh...ughhh..." but that just encouraged the man.  The
boy weakly slapped at his leg, but that didn't phase the man at all.  When
he finally was balls deep in Peter and his pubes were scratching his soft
skin, Damon leaned over him, hands on his shoulders and whispered
ominously, "You're mine now. Don't ever forget that. You belong to me."

Damon started to give Peter his first fucking, pulling out until the crown
of his head was at the entrance, then plunging back in mercilessly.  It
lasted awhile, all the thrusting and twisting, but Peter became unaware of
it.  He passed out.

As Peter awakened, he was at first aware of several things.
1.  His eyesight was blurry and his head hurt.
2.  His ass was sore and very moist.
3.  Someone was talking. Oh, it was Damon.  He was on his cell.

"Yeah, he's fuckin' good, even with drugs.  We'll get him used to not
having those...just a one time thing.  Come on over at...10:00?  Sounds
good. We'll take some pics in the bedroom with...  Darrin?  Yeah, he'll be
great.  Go ahead with the arrangements for the scouts next month. Yeah,
he'll be ready. How do I know?  Same as I know any other boy.  Do you know
he's got a younger brother?  He'll do anything to protect him...  Oh, looks
like he's waking up.  I'm going to clean him up and take him out before you
get here.  Okay...bye."

Damon put the cell down and looked at Peter quietly for a moment, then
smiling like he was all that, said, "You, okay, buddy?"

The boy looked up at him, and although he knew the answer, he had to say
it, even if he was stammering: "Wh...what...happened?"

Damon took a step toward him and Peter instinctively tried to back up on
the couch, which just meant that there was room for the man to sit down.
Gently touching the calf of Peter's leg, Damon told him, "You are fucking
hot, know that, buddy?  Fucking hot!"

"You...you..." the twelve-year-old started to say. He still felt confused
and didn't understand why.

"You," the man interrupted, "got me really horny."

"Me?"

"Yeah - you." They looked at each other for a moment. Damon with ongoing
lust, Peter trying to wrap his mind around the idea of him getting an adult
horny.  Damon reached out his hand, "Here, let's get cleaned up."

Cautiously, Peter took his hand and sat up.  The cum in his recently fucked
butt squooshed, and more seeped out of his violated hole.  He cringed.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it," Damon said, as if that was what the boy
was solely concerned about.  "It's vinyl. Let's get you cleaned up."

As they stood up, Peter's legs wobbled and he held on to the man. It
occurred to him that they both were naked and that he wasn't allowed to do
this. He looked up at Damon, who smiled again.  "It's okay. You're a little
out of it right now, but that will pass."  And Damon led Peter to a shower
in an adjoining room.

It was intended as a dressing room for those using the pool and the shower
was over-sized.  Damon adjusted the water temperature and the two stepped
in.  As soon as the warm water hit Peter he began to sober up more, but was
still sedated enough to simply allow the man to shampoo his sweaty hair and
soap up his body.

With the water cascading over them, the soap washed away and they stood
there for a moment.  Peter was looking right into Damon's chest when the
man lifted up his chin so they were looking eye to eye.  He whispered again
to the boy, "You are fucking hot, kid. You are going to make a lot of money
because you are hot.  You are going to make a lot of people very happy.
Especially me."

Then Damon leaned down slightly and pressed his mouth against Peter's. He
held the boy tight for his first masculine kiss.  Peter could feel himself
getting hard again.  What was happening to him.  Damon kissed him further
down on the neck.  "Yeah, let yourself feel it, kid. Let yourself have
those feelings," he whispered.

Peter could feel Damon's erection building, too, until was poking into his
less mature body.  Damon spun him around and pressed against his back, with
his cock running down along the boy's ass crack. With his left arm, Damon
held the boy tightly against him, with his right hand he leaned over the
boy and began stroking him to a full erection, then feeling his boy balls,
then stroking him again.

"That's it...get that feeling...it's okay...every guy feels
it...mmmmm...you got a nice dick, buddy, and it's gonna grow more...know
that?  I'm gonna teach you to use this little fuck stick.  You'll make a
lot of boys and girls happy...and a lot of men happier."

Damon paused once to turn Peter's face up to him and kiss him deeply once
more. Then he returned to fisting the boy's shaft.

"Now...let's do it...let's make you cum, Petey...let's see you fuckin'
shoot a load...you thinkin' about a girl at school you want to dick...huh?
Maybe you want to do it with another boy?  You can have it all, kid...let's
blow that load...Fuckin' shoot it!"

Peter laid his head back against his older friend.  He'd never felt this
before and after the sexual excitement was ready. He groaned as only a
twelve year old boy can who is masturbating for the first time.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Shots of watery cum spurted out of his smooth
prick. One...two...three...then began to dribble off.  Damon continued
jacking him until the boy quivered and shuddered in his arm.  Then, without
warning, Damon spun him around and pushed him to his knees. Peter hardly
had time to think about what was happening as the man quickly shoved the
thick cock head in his mouth and groaned.  "Ugggghhhhh!!!"  Jets of sperm
were shooting into Peter's mouth.

"Fuckin' swallow it!" Damon ordered.

As the man was holding him tightly by the skull, Peter didn't have much
choice and swallowed Damon's seed. There was a sweetness to it he didn't
expect, but there was so much and he gagged. Some sperm and spit burst out
between his lips and the dick shaft and was quickly washed down the
drain. The rest went down.

Damon released his hold on Peter, but the boy stayed in place, breathing
heavily. He thought to himself, "I...I just sucked a guy...he...he shot
his...stuff...in me.  If people found out...geesh...I...  no one at school
would..."

The man gently lifted Peter's face to look up at him. He took the
still-hard shaft and ran it across the boy's face and said quietly, again,
"You belong to me now. It's going to be okay."

***

Next Chapter - "The Night Continues"