Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2004 16:42:54 -0600
From: John Drysdale <johndrysdale339@msn.com>
Subject: Discovering John  (Gay Adult Youth)

This story is for Ryan, and thats all you need to know.

Disclaimer: The following story may contain erotic sexual

fantasies between boys and boys and men, but only imagined.Any comments
write me

johnyd339@yahoo.com some parts are based on truth and some are just
fantasies to make the story interesting.


Discovering John

Chapter 1

The early years

When I was 13 to 15 years old I lived on a farm. We had a lot of work to
do, and there was little time for meeting and exploring with other boys
my age, so I did what I could for pleasure.

I don't know what possessed me to do it but it started innocently enough.
One day I was going to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet going poop. I
got this wild idea to play with my butt hole after I was done doing my
business. I reached my hand up under there and stuck my finger up my butt
hole. It felt really wierd, and felt like I had to poop again. I did this
several times a day at first with just my finger.

After a few times, I started getting creative. I would roll toilet paper
into a ball and then stuff it up my butt. Whew what a sensation!! It gave
me such pleasure I kept doing it over and over. I would hold it as long
as I could, then pop it out, and do it all over again.Next I started
using rolled up paper towels, because it would be bigger and not peter
out so fast. Then I would sometimes take my penis and aim it under my
butt hole and shoot piss at my hole. That was in the days I could do
that, now days, I can't even reach my finger down there, tho I still
stick things up my but. It sure was hot. You're probably thinking well
when do I start playing with my dick? Well I had no idea, that that was
what it was for. I thought it was for pissing and that was it, but to me
that was enough at this time in my life. My butt hole was the tops man, I
couldn't believe what thesensations made me feel like.

I was also on a drug called "ritalin" at this time. For those of you who
don't know Ritalin is very addictive, and is used in most caes for
hyperactive kids, I however was put on it to keep me awake, because I had
narcolepsi, a sleeping sickness. I got very addicted to this drug, and
would take it before bed of all things, then lie awake all night playing
with my butt. I still fell asleep in class because I never got any sleep
at night. I used to keep a big trash barrell down in the basement in my
bedroom, so I would have a place to shit out my rolls of toilet paper. I
never did figure out that I could have achieved the same result by
sticking broom handles or something up there.

Well it wasn't long before my schoolwork started to suffer, and I also
got depressed to the point I tried to commit suicide many times, in the
barn. I would tie a twine string around my neck, andpull on it real hard.
I blacked out, but never died, but the blacking out part was fun, because
I got such a rush whaen I would come to.

Every year my folks and I would go to the Lake, rent a motel and spend a
week there, I spent most of my week sitting on the toilet, stuffing
things up y butt. I'd go out to the lake, but always made the excuse I
had to go to the bathroom, and of course most kids do all the time right?
Little did they know I was in there stuffing things into my butt. I just
couldn't stop doing this.

Eventually I did stop, I guess, because I ran away from home about three
or four times when I waas 15, and was finally placed in a foster home.
That is where I discovered what the penis was for!!

At the age of 16 I was placed into a foster home. I had been living with
my aunt and uncle in the previous chapter.

I remember the first day really well. I was driven to the foster parents
farm by my social worker, who was a ver old woman to me, and I did not
like her.

I went into the house and was introduced to my "mom" and "dad", they
insisted we call them that.I was given one of the rooms off the hall next
to the bathroom, and had another boy I shared a room with. Hiws name was
Robert and he was 17, but in the same class as me at school. He seemed so
much more older than I was, and he was mean. I was very shy so we didn't
say much. Altogether in the big house we had 8 boys, and my Mom's mother
Granny, had a trailer house on the farm too, and she had two boys with
her. I was in heaven now. All the boys, except my roomie were younger
than me, and I was just finding out that I like young boys.

Two of the boys, Leroy 15, and Rick 13, didn't like me very much, and The
feeling was mutual, tho I thought Rick was really cute. But he could only
get his mind on girls. He hada package you would not believe. Back in my
teen years, when you were 13 years old, you were big. Now days its hard
to find. I don't know why that is. I would much rather play with a 13
year old of today then back then.

Jeffery and Darrell were brothers, but Darrell lived in the big house and
his brother Jeff lived in the trailer. I think they were 7 and 8 at the
time. Dale lived in the Big house, and was 15, but was a little on the
slow side so he acted 10. Pete also in the big house, was 10, and didn't
stay long after I got there. He was really cute! Dark brown hair, kind of
pudgy, but boy he was hot.

Chuck was the other boy who lived in the trailer. He was 12. And now
I'ved introduced you to my extended family. As you can see, if someone
were to like boys such as me, I was definietly in the right place, I was
in heaven.

But wait there is more. I am just trying to give you some bacground so
you know the lay of the land.

The Mom and Dad had a real son, who had 4 children also, and they visited
us quite often, and the older boys Todd 10, and Troy 6, got to spend a
lot of sleepovers with us, so we were one big happy family. Bert, the
Foster parents son, had some girls too, but for the sake of this story I
am leaving them out. Ok, well there was Tammy who was 11, and Taun who
was 4.

We had acres and acres to play around in, we had bike trails, and hiking
trails, and a big front yard to play in. We had chores to do, but nothing
like the farm I just came from, this was just a hobby farm. When Mom and
Dad realized how well I got along with the younger children, they gave me
a new responsibility. Up until now it was Dales job to get the younger
boys their baths, and get them ready for bed. Mom thought it would be a
good idea if I would help do some of that as Dale in his teen years was
getting really cranky. Of course Now I know why. Poor kid wasn.t getting
anysex. If I knew then what I know now, I would have gladly helped hime
out. Later in this story he betrays me, and is the cause of my downfall
at thehome.

Anyway, it was suddenly my job to bathe the little critters. I liked
Darrell the best. He was always having to go pee. Hed get all dressed to
go outside, then five minutes later in the middle of winter, hed be back
in having to go so bad, you almost had to hold his thing for him while
you unbundled the poor boy. Of course I always volunteerd for that. thee
was a couple of times when Pete came into the house and hed shit his
pants right there in the hall, waiting for someone to get out of the
bathroom. You guessed it, we only had one bathroom in the big house. I
and the big boys peed in the barn or outside, as this was acceptable by
Dad who tought it a waste of time to go all the way inside, get undress
just to go pee. Poop was one thing but peeing could be done anywhere.

I am getting a little ahead of my self here.

"John, will you give Darrell a bath?" Mom said.

"Well why can't he bathe himself, hes 7 years old for crying out loud!"

"just do it!!"

"Oh alright, come on Darrell, lets get you undressed. You ready for your
bath kid?"

"Yeah, I'm ready" said Darrell.

Darrell went into his room and I followed him, to help him off with his
clothes. first came his shirt, a white turtleneck, with a t-shirt
underneath. God he took my breath away, he had such a smooth beautiful
body for a 7 year old, and the little bugger was showing it off. Next he
sat down to take off his shoes, then his socks. Next came his jeans. He
slipped them off and stood in front of me with this impish grin on his
face, and smirked.

"Like me in my undies, John. Do you think I look cute?"

Boy what was this kid up to? All of a sudden I was looking at him a
different way than just a pain-in-the-ass little brother! I started to
feela stirring in my pants, something I had never felt before. My dick
was getting semi hard, and there was a feeling in my gut, my God was I
falling for the blond blue eyed wonder.

"Just never mind, get them off, I'll go fill the tub."

"Don't you wanna see me naked?"

"NO, brat! Now just do as I say"

Just then Darrell started to cry."Are you ah ah gonna be mean like Dale?"

Whoa! What?!"What do you mean ,mean like Dale, what has he done to you?

"He hits me when I don't do what he wants."

"No of course not!" I said as I reached for him and gave him a great big
hug. I didn't care if it was right or wrong, this was too sweet a little
boy to be hit.As I hugged him, my loins were complaining, and I could
feel the excitement. "Come on, lets go take that bath".

I led Darrell to the bath room and while I was running the water, we
hugged some more while I tried to dry his tears. Apparently Dale,
(another foster brother) had been beating him up when ever he got a
chance, and he never told Mom or Dad, because in our house, tattle tales
gotthe punishment no the culprits. Apparently Dale was getting away with
murder. I sure was glad I was here now. I had seen some fresh bruises on
Darrell as I bathed him.

"You like me washing your little dick, don't you?" I asked him.

"Yeah it really tickles!!"

"Well some day, I'll show you some more stuff that you will really like".

"John."

"What Darrell."

"I like it when you give me a bath!" and he reached up wet body and
all,put his arms around my neck, gave me a big hug, and kissed me right
on the lips! Damn, what was I feeling for this boy, I was only 16 myself,
but even I knew that this was wrong, you didn't kiss little boys on the
lips. I was so confused. I didn't know what to do. My dick was rock hard
now, and demanding it get some attention.

After Darrell's bath, I put on my coat."Mom, I'm going outside for a
little while ok?"

"Ok, son,just be back before bedtime" She always called me son,made her
feel real good, so I let her.

I went out to the barn, and went up in the hay loft,I had to get by
myself to figure out what was so different about me.I laid down on one of
the bales and pulled my pants down. It was cold, but I needed to play
with my dick. I didn't really know what was happening, but it felt sooooo
good to my dick when Darrell and I were hugging, and I was giving him a
bath. I just start rubbing my dick, up and down. it sure didn't take
long, and I just came gushing cum all over the place. I had no idea what
had happened, It felt like I was peeing, but this white stuff came out,
and was sticky. I had learned about such things in sex class at school,
but I didn't know you could do it by yourself.