Date: Mon, 08 Apr 2002 17:58:52 -0400
From: Matty Matt <mattymattmatt69@hotmail.com>
Subject: David and Me (T/b)

Note: This is a true story. It was my first sexual experience and it still
brings me great pleasure. I hope it does for you, too. If you are into
man/boy sex or gay incest, drop me a line at mattymattmatt69@hotmail.com.


David and Me

By Matty Matt


My mom needed to go to the grocery store and my dad was sleeping so there
was no one available to watch me.  My mom asked David, our 16-year-old
neighbor to baby-sit me while she was out.  He agreed.  David walked up to
our house and I was waiting for him on our carport, riding in circles on my
purple Schwinn.  I was wearing a golf-style shirt, with stripes the color
of coral and three buttons on the front.  I had a matching pair of shorts
and white tube socks with two colored stripes around the top.

Although that day's events stand out clearly in my mind, David's appearance
is only a vague memory.  What I do remember is that he was a little on the
heavy side and had short brown.  He had sad brown eyes, as if there were
things going on in his head that scared him.  There was something about his
looks; maybe it was the way he looked at me, that made me feel
uncomfortable. I didn't dislike him though. He had a bad aura about him, I
guess you could say.  My parents never seemed to pick up on his aura
though. They liked him and trusted him and didn't think it strange that he
wanted to baby-sit a 5-year-old boy.

I jumped off my bike and stuck my head inside the screen door.  "Mom,
David's here!" I said.  Mom was getting her coupons together

"Thank you for watching him on such short notice," she said when she came
to the door.

"Oh, it's no problem," David said. "You ready fella?" he asked me.  I
nodded my head, but I really wanted to go to the store with mom.

"I'll call you when I'm back.  I really shouldn't be too long. I just want
to get in and get out and I can't do that with him tagging along," Mom
said.

"Like I said, it's no problem," David said.  We walked down the badly
pot-holed road to his house, just two houses from mine. It was a hot, sunny
August morning, and I was sweating.

Once we got to his house, David suggested we go downstairs to the basement.
It was cooler down there, especially since his parents did not have central
air conditioning.  I agreed.  We sat on the big black couch they had.  The
fabric reminded me of shag carpeting.  It was soft and thick and you could
run your fingers through it.  David's parents had cable TV, something we
did not yet have.  We flipped through the channels, and watched Quick Draw
McGraw.  David was sitting very close to me, almost hugging me, as we
watched TV. My father was never affectionate to me, and this attention was
nice, but a little overwhelming.  I didn't mind it, so we just sat there,
curled up together.

David began grooming me once we were settled.  He put his arm around me and
massaged my shoulder.

"Feel nice?' he asked.

I kept my eyes on the TV and nodded my head.  David massaged my shoulder,
my neck and my upper back for the rest of the cartoon.  I started feeling
sleepy and David sensed that I was getting comfortable.

"How about we play a game?" David asked.

"Like what?  What do you guys have?" I asked back.

"I was thinking about hide and go seek.  You've played that before haven't
you?"

"Of course I have! But there's only two of us.  It won't be much fun," I
said.

"We can make it fun," David said. "Tell you what.  I'll go hide and you
count to 20, OK?" David asked.

He seemed really into it and it might be fun.  I never played in their
house so the adventure of finding someone in unfamiliar territory was
enticing.

"OK, where should I count?"

"You go upstairs and I'll hide somewhere down here," David said.

Sounded fair.  I went upstairs to the kitchen and counted loud enough for
him to hear me.  I got to twenty and shouted, "Ready or not, here I come!"
and bounded down the stairs. I was thorough in my search, starting under
the stairs and then around the TV and couch.  David's family had 2 large
upright freezers in their basement.  One worked, but the one closer to the
wall did not.  The freezers had six small doors on top of them, similar to
commercial ice cream cabinets that would have a variety of products under
each door. I knew David was too big to crawl into one of those doors to get
inside the unused freezer, but he might be hiding over there so I snuck up
on the freezers.

I found David sitting in between the freezers.  He had his shorts pulled
down around his ankles, and his knees were spread apart.  He was jerking
off!  When I turned the corner to seek him, I saw him looking at me (we
were nearly eye level) stroking his cock.  I was mesmerized by his actions.
I never saw a grown-up's cock before (I never saw anyone's before, except
my own) and his was huge.  It was thick and red with a purplish head that
looked different from mine.  He also had a lot of hair there and I didn't
have any.

"Come on over here," David invited me.  "Sit down."

I was mesmerized by the sight of his cock, not turned off or disgusted by
it.  In some way, I knew that something like this was going to happen.

I sat down facing him. I never took my eyes off his stroking hand.  My face
felt flushed and my heart was racing. I could feel the beat pulsing in my
throat.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You know what I'm doing," David said.

I didn't answer but kept watching him jerk off.  I swallowed hard and
looked up at him.  He was watching me the whole time.  I smiled.

"You like what I'm doing?" David asked.

I nodded my head and swallowed again.  My right hand moved to my crotch and
I squeezed my penis. It was hard.  David let out a sigh and stroked his
cock harder.

"Let me see yours," he said.

No one had ever asked me to show him my cock.  That uncomfortable feeling
came over me again but I was enjoying what I was doing.  Besides, there was
no way I could have been caught since we were alone.  I stood up and
unsnapped the fly.  I paused for a second and looked into David's eyes
again.  I saw lust in them and I liked it.  I smiled again and looked down
as I unzipped my shorts and pulled them and my white Fruit of the Loom
briefs down to my knees. David gasped louder this time as he saw my small
cock.  I started to play with it but he grabbed both wrists and pulled my
hands away.

"Just let me look at it for a minute," he said.

David's penis was pulsating at a forty-five degree angle from his body.

"Ooooohhhh, nice," he whispered.  I felt his warn breath on my abdomen and
penis.  "Really nice."

He let go of his grip on my wrists and I started playing with myself with
both hands again and he started to jerk off furiously.

"Sit down," he said.  I did but the cold cement floor sent a shock through
me.

"It's cold," I said.

"It'll warm up."

I watched him stroke his cock and I wanted to do the same to myself.  I
observed his method and tried to copy it but it wasn't working.  I was too
small.  David saw what I was doing and helped me.

"Try it like this," he said.  He put his thumb and forefinger on my penis
and stroked it a few times.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, watching his fingers.

"You try it," he said.  I reached over for his penis but he stopped me,
smiling.

"No, I meant try it on yourself," he said.

I put my thumb and forefinger on my penis and pulled on it.  It felt better
when David was doing it, but I was a willing student.

"Yeah, that's it. Jack that little cock," David said.

I had no idea what he meant, but the way he said it, in a grunt between
clenched teeth, was enough for me to know that I was doing it well.

David and I sat between the freezers in his basement, facing each other and
jerking off for at least ten minutes.  Masturbating myself was OK, but what
I really wanted to do was to touch his cock.  I was scared to ask him
though after he stopped me earlier.  I thought about asking him over and
over in my head.  It became audible after the dozenth time.

"Huh? What did you say?" he asked.

"Can I touch yours?" I asked again.

He let go of his penis and looked at me with a dirty grin on his face.

"Sure. Go ahead," he said.

I reached out for his penis and its circumference filled my entire right
hand.  My arm was outstretched and it was uncomfortable.  It must have been
for him, too, because he scooted me closer to him.

I grabbed his cock with both hands now, squeezing and kneading the spongy
shaft.

"Not so hard," he said.  "And do it to me like I was doing it. Move your
whole hand up and down."

I gripped his cock with my right hand and stroked it while rubbing it with
my left hand.  David leaned back against the freezer and his head hit
against it with a dull thud.  His eyes were closed and he moaned softly.

"Oh, yeah, that's it. Oh, man, I knew you'd be good at this," David said.

I was happy that I was good at it because I liked doing it.  I like
touching his cock and I liked giving him pleasure.  I didn't even think
that it was wrong.

I sat back on my butt and played with his penis some more.  I moved my left
hand all over his lower body.  I played with his belly button and ran my
fingers through his pubic hair.  I massaged his thighs and cupped his
balls. He liked that.  More low moans and a drop of clear fluid pooled at
his pee slit.

"Why are you peeing?" I asked.

"I'm not peeing," David said, opening his eyes. He looked down and saw what
I was looking at.

"No, that's not pee, it's something sweet."

I wriggled my nose and David laughed.  The laugh turned into that devilish
grin.

"You wanna taste it?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Look. It really is sweet."

He swiped at the fluid with his index finger and brought it to his mouth,
smacking his lips.

"Mmmmm, really sweet," he said, still grinning.

More fluid pooled at the slit.

"Take a taste," he said.

I was still gripping his penis with my right hand and it seemed like a
thick fork with a new vegetable on the prongs.  Mom encouraged me to "take
a taste" of something new, often as I had the new food on my fork, staring
at it with trepidation.  This felt the same way.  Except mom never promised
that the vegetables were sweet, just good for me.

I swiped at the slit with my left hand and brought my finger to my tongue.
I wiped my finger onto my tongue and quickly swallowed.  It wasn't sweet,
but no bad either.

"You like it?" David asked. I nodded.

"There's more. Have another taste."

I did but this time I let it sit on my tongue before swallowing. I liked
it.
  I also wondered what it would be like to put his penis in my mouth and
taste it that way.  David must have been reading my mind.

"Lick it."

I got back on my knees and leaned over, the head inches from my face. I
smelled sweat and something musky.  I liked it.

"Just go easy," David said.

He pulled his shorts down below his knees and spread his legs as far as
they would go, giving me all the room I needed.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and put the tip of the head in my
mouth. It was hard but pliable and tasted the way it smelled.  I swallowed
more fluid and eased the head past my teeth. I gagged, not knowing what I
was supposed to do once I got this far.

"Whoa, I said take it easy," David said.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and caught my breath.  I nodded and wiped my
mouth with the back of my hand.

"Think of it as a Popsicle and lick it," David said.

That I could do.  I grabbed the shaft with my right hand and leaned over
and licked all over the head.

"Ooohhhhh, Goooddd!" David said.  "Ohh, yeah, lick my cock! Man, that feels
great!"

He was breathing hard and sweat beads formed on his forehead.  He cupped my
head in his hand and urged me on.

"You're really good at that, Matty," he said.  "I knew you would be."

I kept licking the head and swallowing clear fluid when a gush of cum
spurted against my throat.

"Shit, I'm coming!" David almost yelled.

He grabbed his cock with his right hand. He forced my mouth off his cock
and shoved my face into his crotch with his left. He stroked his cock
furiously and the goo smacked my cheeks and forehead.  I pulled back.

"You're peeing on me!" I said.

"Just hold still, I'm almost done!"

Sweat was dripping down his red cheeks and his breathing was really
labored.  The goo was slowing dripping off my face.

"Oh that was great!" David said.

"You peed on me!" I said, almost crying.

"No, man, that wasn't pee, it's cum," he said between gulps of air.

"I don't care. It's all over me and it smells bad!" I said.

"OK, OK, hold on, I'll clean you up," he said.

He got a rag and wiped most of the cum off my face, smearing the rest of it
into my skin.

"There, you're all cleaned up," he said, smiling. I smiled back.

"What's cum?" I asked.

"It's the stuff that makes babies," he said. "It comes out when one person
makes the guy feel really good. You made me feel really good and the cum
came out."

"I did?" I asked.

"Yeah, you did, but you can't tell anyone. OK? It has to be just between
us."

I thought about it for a moment.  This was something that I would get
trouble for if mom or dad found out.

"OK," I said. "I won't tell."

"Good," he said, and sighed. "Let's watch more TV before your mom comes
home."