Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2006 22:13:41 -0500
From: dirtyboy1124@hotmail.com
Subject: I was almost 14 - part 2

First off, I'd like to thank all the guys that wrote me.
I've always thought fondly about what had happened to me
but, I also thought it was kind of boring compared to the
other 'true' stories that I've read on Nifty.  And for those
of you who asked, the answer is YES.  This really did happen
to me.  Sure, I know now that what happened is illegal but I
also know that I wasn't forced to do anything.  I was
curious about men.  As an adult, I still view what happened
to me as more of an `opportunity' rather than an `assault'
against me.  Others may see it differently but, that's my
opinion.
Thanks again for your emails,
James


I was almost 14 - part 2

When I left Rich's house, I went straight home and into my
fort in the woods in my back yard.  The fort only had walls
on three sides and a roof but, it had always been private
enough to jerk off in.  I spent a lot of time in my fort,
playing with myself and thinking about touching and kissing
Rich's dick.  I could hardly wait until the next Saturday.

Finally, it was Saturday again and I rode my bike right to
Rich's house after breakfast.  I know it was pretty early in
the morning.  I'd guess it was around 9:00 AM.  I rode up
the long driveway and saw Rich's car but the garage door
wasn't opened.  "What now", I thought to myself.  Maybe Rich
was still sleeping?  I didn't know what to do.  I turned
around and left.  I can remember feeling very disappointed
and scared that maybe Rich didn't like me as much as I
thought he did.

I rode up and down Rich's block and every so often back up
his driveway checking on the garage door.  I started to
think it was hopeless.  I rode to the park but there weren't
any kids there.  It was probably still too early.  Back to
Rich's house I went.  That fucking garage door was still
closed!

I rode back home and kept riding my bicycle up and down my
driveway and street.  I bothered my brother while he washed
his car.  I played (not with myself) in my fort and
eventually morning became afternoon.  My mother made lunch
and as soon as I was done, I was back on my bike headed for
Rich's house.

I rode up Rich's driveway and the garage door was open.  In
an instant, my delight morphed into trepidation.  Suddenly I
was too scared to go knock on the door.  Rich said that I
could come over whenever I wanted and that all I had to do
was knock on the door but somehow I just couldn't do it.
Still wanting to see Rich's handsome face and touch his dick
again, I knew I wasn't leaving.  Instead, I rode my bike up
and down his driveway in hopes that he'd come outside and
find me.  He did.at least an HOUR after I had first arrived.
(It may have been less time but it sure seemed like a long
time)

Rich was wearing denim cut off shorts and an old, orange t
shirt.  Man, he was handsome.  He called out to me something
like, "Hey, James. I'm glad you came by."

I just smiled at him.  I didn't know what to say.  He smiled
right back at me and waved for me to come into the garage.

I rode my bike into the garage and right up to Rich.  I
can't remember verbatim but he said something like "it's
nice to see you again".  For some reason I was much more
nervous seeing Rich this second time than I had been the
first time we hung out.

All of a sudden I realized that I had to pee; probably too
much iced tea at lunch.  I told Rich that I had to go home
and that I'd be right back.  He asked why and I told him I
had to do something.  He persisted and said that he was
hoping that I'd have lunch with him.  I fessed-up and told
Rich I had to go to the bathroom and he laughed at me.  He
told me I could use his bathroom instead of going home and
he walked toward the door that went into the house.  He
turned, waved and said, "C'mon in".

I followed Rich into the house.  The room just inside the
door was like a laundry room but it opened up to the
kitchen.  I remember the kitchen being very yellow.  Like a
deep golden yellow.  Rich pointed to the bathroom which was
behind the door we had just come in through.  He reached
into the bathroom and turned on the light for me.  Rich
asked me if I had to pee.  When I told him I did, he asked
me if he could watch me pee.  This was probably the weirdest
thing I'd ever heard in my 13 and 3/4 years.  "Who'd want to
watch someone else pee," I thought.

I just shook my head at Rich and he said, "Ok, but can you
leave the door open so I can hear you and we can still
talk."

I remember thinking to myself, "who doesn't close the
bathroom door when they're going to the bathroom."  Somewhat
assertively, I told rich that I was going to close the door.

When I came out of the bathroom, I could see Rich was
sitting in the kitchen.  I could hear birds squawking and
him talking. He called for me to come into the kitchen
because he wanted to show me something.  I walked in and saw
two big cages.  One had a large white bird and the other a
large green bird.  They were pretty cool (I guess) but I
wasn't much into birds.  He told me their names but I can't
recall what they were.

I guess Rich sensed my disinterest and offered me a seat at
the table.  He went to the fridge and brought us each a
soda.  As he sat down, Rich adjusted his package and let his
hand linger there for a few extra seconds.  My eyes were
glued to his crotch.  When I first saw Rich in his cut off
shorts, his bulge wasn't as noticeable as it was the first
day we met when he wore sweats.  But when he was adjusting
and grabbing hold of himself, the fullness of his cock and
balls became more evident.

I'm sure he noticed that my eyes were fixed on his crotch
for those few moments.  He said again that he was glad I
came by and he asked if I had had fun the last time I was
over.  I said that I had.  Rich asked me if I'd like to play
with him again and I said that I would.  Then he asked if
that was why I came by today.  I said yes.  I was busted.
He knew I wanted to touch his cock again.

Rich stood up from his chair and told me to look at him.  I
did. He pulled his shirt over his head and then unbuttoned
his shorts.  He had such a great chest.  It was muscular;
not `cut' like a bodybuilder might have but defined and
firm.  It was also hairy.  My dad and brother didn't have
much hair on their chests.  My brother had more than my dad
but not nearly as much as Rich had.  Like my brother, Rich
also had a line of hair that started just below his chest,
went down his stomach and into his shorts.  His arms were
big and he had a tattoo [crude by today's standards] of a
bull on his bicep.  It was so pleasing to look at his body.

"Look at me, James," Rich said.

My eyes snapped right back to his and he winked at me and
smiled.  To this day, it is probably THE sexiest look I have
ever gotten from a man.  I think I may have actually melted
a bit right at that moment.  I was in love.

Rich took a few steps toward me until he was right in front
of my chair.  Using his leg to spread mine apart, he took a
final step and the seat of the chair was against his knees.
He folded back the flap on the front of the jeans that
covers the zipper and told me to grab hold of the zipper's
tab.

"Keep looking at me, James," he said, "and pull down my
zipper."

I watched Rich's smile grow as I pulled his zipper down.  I
couldn't help but look back in the direction of my hand.  I
wanted to see what I had just uncovered.  Rich wasn't
wearing any underwear.  That distracted me for a moment
because I had never gone without underwear and I assumed no
one else did - unless they were going swimming.  Seeing
Rich's hair and the base of his cock knocked all thoughts
from my head.  His cock was bent to one side, still trapped
in the denim shorts.  Rich grabbed the two flaps that the
unzipped front had made, pulled them apart and out `it'
flopped.  Finally I got to see his cock again.

What impressed me most about it was how fat it was.  I don't
really remember the length of it as clearly and I'd be
guessing to tell you an exact size but I can say for sure
that it was fat.just real thick.

"Do you want to touch it again," Rich asked me.  "Go ahead.
It's ok," he said.

Rich's dick was swelling and kept moving upwards toward the
ceiling as I brushed my fingers over it.  The head of his
cock was rubbing against the palm of my hand.  I felt
wetness on my hand and, without knowing better, wiped my
hand on my pants.  Rich reached down and moved my hand so
that I could wrap my fingers around his dick.  My fingers
were over the top of his cock and my thumb curled underneath
and around.  That's when I first noticed that my fingers
didn't meet my thumb.  I also noticed that his cock was very
warm.not to mention hard as a rock.

"Are you going to French kiss it again," he asked.

I leaned in and started to lick the head instead of French
kissing it.  I liked licking it more.  Rich was moaning
softly.  When I looked up at Rich, he was looking right back
at me and smiling just as big as he was earlier.  I knew
that what I was doing was making Rich happy and that was
really all that mattered to me.


Rich put a hand on each side of my head and said, "Ok,
James, I want you to open your mouth like you did last week.
I want you to lick my dick and move your tongue all around
it and keep your lips closed."


I did exactly what he said to do.  Rich kept his hands on my
head and he started to rock a little from front to back.  I
could see and feel that more of his dick was in my mouth
today than had been last week.  Rich was moaning more loudly
now.

"That feels so good.  You're doing such a good job," Rich
whispered.

That was my motivation. That was the reason I enjoyed it so
much.  Rich was such a great looking and cool guy and I
loved pleasing him.  I stopped and tried to pull away so
that I could look at him again.  I wanted to see him smile
at me and maybe wink again like he did earlier.

"No, don't stop, James.  Don't stop until I tell you to," he
said, not sounding very nice that time.

Rich's hands squeezed my head as he turned it downward so
that my mouth was facing his cock again.  I opened my mouth
and Rich slid his cock (or at least part of his cock) back
into my mouth.  I remember my mouth was already tiring but I
was afraid to stop.  I didn't want Rich to be mad at me.  I
kept licking and licking.  I remember feeling a sliminess on
his dick and a slightly salty-sweetness taste in my mouth.

I didn't know anything about pre-cum then but it didn't
taste bad so I kept going.  Rich was moaning again and
rocking faster.  His hands still firmly planted on either
side of my head.  My mouth was really getting tired and we'd
probably only been at it for five minutes or so.

Then, Rich took one hand off my head and slid the other to
the back of my head.  With his free hand, he started to jerk
himself off.  His hand on the back of my head just held me
in place.  Only the head of Rich's cock was in my mouth.  It
was a lot easier for me to handle that.

I could hear his breathing getting heavier and his hand
moved feverishly up and down the shaft.  I was scared that
Rich was going to punch me in the face but I was still too
afraid to move or to stop doing what he wanted me to do.
The head of his dick was banging against my lips and it
wasn't so easy trying to keep it in my mouth while he jerked
himself with such fury.  I clamped my lips down tighter
around his dick.  My tongue was pushed up against the head
but I wasn't really moving it around too much.  There was a
lot happening.

Suddenly, Rich started saying, "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna
come.  Don't move, James. I'm gonna come."  He just kept
repeating that.

A few short moments later, his cum was shooting into my
mouth.  That was enough for me.  I pulled back and Rich just
kept jerking his cock.  He was still shooting and his come
landed on my shirt and my pants.  Keep in mind that I still
have about a half-a-mouthful that I'm not really sure what
to do with.  I do remember that it didn't taste very good
but I thought to myself "where would I spit it out."  So, I
swallowed it.

Rich stopped jerking his dick and with his clean hand he
lifted my chin so that we could look at each other again.

"I'm sorry," he said.  "Are you alright?"

"Yea, I'm ok," I said.

Rich handed me my can of soda and said, "that was really
great, James.  You did such a great job. I'm really proud of
you."

He gave me another big smile and a wink and although it
wasn't quite as sexy as the first time, it still made feel
really good.  He wiped his [cum-covered] hand on the t-shirt
lying on the table and bent over to put his shorts back on.

Rich asked me again if I wanted him to play with my cock.  I
said no again and told him I had to go home as I stood up.
He put his hand on my shoulder and told me to wait a minute.
He went to the sink and wet a dish rag, came back over to me
and started wiping my shirt and pants where his cum had
landed.  While he cleaned me up, Rich said he just wanted to
me to feel as good as he does when I touch him.  He stooped
down in front of me while he wiped my pants.  He put his
free hand on my chest and gently pushed me back into the
chair.  Leaving the dishrag on top of my thigh, Rich started
rubbing my inner thighs.  As I began to squeeze my legs
together out of nervousness, he pushed them apart again.
Within another two seconds, Rich was rubbing my crotch
through my pants.  It felt a bit awkward.  No one had ever
touched me like that.

"Look at me, James," Rich said again.

I made eye contact with him and Rich gave me another one of
his disarming smiles while he rubbed some more.  I had a
hard-on.

"I want to make your dick feel good the way you make mine
feel, ok," he asked.

"I have to go home," I said.

I wasn't ready.  I was too nervous.  I started to sweat and
my face felt hot.  Rich stood up and said it was ok and that
we'd try again when I came back next week.

I rode home as fast as I could; hard the whole way.  I rode
my bike right into the back yard and made a bee-line for my
fort.  I think I came after only 3 or 4 strokes.