Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2006 20:43:15 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: First Resolutions_Three - Caboose

First Resolutions
By: Aberration

Part Three - Caboose

Disclaimer:

This story contains material of a sexual nature and describes sexual acts
between varied ages, which may include adult/youth. If you find this kind
of material offensive, if you are not of legal age to read such material or
if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any further. My
stories may contain some factual or autobiographical elements, but they are
works of fiction, figments of imagination and any apparent similarity of
characters to real people is coincidental.

Expression should never be considered intent and I do not condone nor
endorse any of the activities included in these representations.

Story Codes: (bb, tb, tf, voy, oral, anal, mast)

Comments are welcome at aberration@hush.com

"To Keep the Truth to one's self is not a lie."  - Spock



At not even thirteen years of age yet, Luis Arpanet had the largest dick
I'd ever seen, at an honest to god; shit you not, seven inches in length
and almost two inches around. This discovery occurred as both our families
were vacationing in the Florida Keys. My names Todd Livermore and I had
just turned fifteen that summer, almost two years ago now.

My heart knew I was gay, but my mind refused to listen and I had been
trying to play the straight gig since starting high school, going with the
flow, dances and making out. Yeah I got hard ons and the kissing was good,
but it took a lot for that to get me going and then it was usually because
I'd start thinking I was with some dude.

The summer between seventh and eight grades is when it all started to
change, up until then everything had been great and I'd been with several,
just as enthusiastic cousins, friends and one man, one of my friends
fathers, they were doing incest too. Then rejections started, I'm no queer
responses and it took me until about two weeks before school started again
too figure out those younger boys still had that enthusiasm, excitement and
just as I remembered the first taste at that age, the sweetest honey on the
planet from their just beginning to mature little eggs.

So, while going to dances and bantering pussy, I was also making friends
with sixth graders. Inviting them for sleepovers and seducing them, which
sometimes only took get undressed together. A lot more boys, then is
believed, by the time they are twelve, have already engaged in at the very
least, masturbation. I was pretty good at picking out the lambs, though and
most of my conquests hadn't achieved orgasm until they ran into me.

When I turned fourteen I was invited to a birthday party/sleepover for a
recent successful seduction, he was turning twelve and just two weeks prior
I'd gotten into his pants. I'd sequestered him away by ourselves while out
playing with the neighborhood, on the pretense of having to pee. As we
stood next too each other, flies flipped wide open, briefs tucked under our
balls, I didn't even pretend trying to piss, just turned a little and let
myself bone right up and watched his amazed, wide eye stare.

When his trickle stopped, I just went around behind, slide in and took him
in my arms, tugged his shorts and briefs so they piled at his ankles and
nestled my boner against the crack of his ass. He was trembling, but not
resisting, especially when I fingered, and then stroked his tiny pecker
into a nice three inches of hairless boy boner.

I bent at the knees slightly and slide my cock between his thighs and
pushed myself up over his little fig sized testicles. I smeared my precum
over his tight little boy cock and now really let it fly as I pushed and
pulled my own erection between his sleek, smooth thighs.

"Make^Å your legs^Å. tighter," I groaned.

He snapped his thighs closed and pulling him even closer with my left arm
around his stomach, I started some serious humping. You have to be quick
out in the open and I was getting there fast, smelling his sweaty hair,
fingers picking up their pace on his three inch stalk of pulsing
boyhood. When he started to puff and tremble, then little soft moans, I
pushed up and let go, blasting the first glob of my orgasm clean up to his
tiny nipple, the second just above his belly and the third plopping out
nicely over my fingers and his shaft, increasing the slickness that pushed
him over the edge and he went stiff as a board, little frightened peeps as
his pole danced between my fingers and he experienced his first orgasm.

Three days straight, most of time behind my locked bedroom door, he let me
show him the delights of his body, coated with nothing but dustings of
silver hair on his calves and arms and a beautiful trail on the back of his
neck. He was fascinated with my sperm and let me coat his chest and tummy
several times before I "accidentally" shot on his lips and he tasted it,
"accidentally". He soon slipped me into his mouth for the first time and
with lots of practice became a good cocksucker.

Anyway, about eight months after I'd first gotten into his pants, he
invites me to his party and tells me I'm going to have so much fun. Turns
out, that he'd in turn, seduced three of his friends and they had a little
club going and he'd talked the others into letting me join. It was about
six hours of sucking beautiful boy dick, tasting sweet releases of just
recently blossomed testicles and getting to truly fuck my first boy.

Well, that's what he wanted for his birthday present, was I going to say
no?

The bad news is we got busted the next morning, his dad coming in and
finding five naked boys, the three others tightly packed on their sleeping
bags and his own son nursing my morning erection in his sleep. It was
furious for a bit, but when he calmed down he simply told the other boys to
go home, took me into his den and put the fear into me that my life was
forfeit if I ever came near his son again.

Then my parents spring this vacation on me after I'd finally found a girl I
could at least be comfortable with and even loved in a strange way. When we
did make out, it was more just sensual, very nice kissing, very little in
the way of petting and as I said I was just getting comfortable with
it. Well, that and the fact that she had a twelve year old brother that I
had contemplated using that summer to test those waters out.

Then I find Luis on the beach after we'd been there for a few days. I
literally stopped dead in my tracks when I spotted what I wrongly assumed
was his grandmother wrapping a towel around his shoulders. The bright
yellow, Speedo left hardly anything to the imagination, especially after
just having exited the surf, sopping wet and the kid was packing and I mean
packing. I'd never seen anyone of his stature, about five feet six and
maybe a hundred and two pounds; display such an adult size package.

A funny twist is that he had screamed and insisted on it; demanding that he
at least once get to wear what all the other boys and men wore at the beach
and knowing full well that he was finally go to show off a little bit. He
was aware of his endowment, had been since he could remember, but the woman
I assumed wrongly about, his fifty-six year old mother was extremely
prurient and instilled an extreme sense of guilt that he was just beginning
to rebel against.

He caught my unabashed observation and seemed startled, but then a sly grin
crept in at the corners of his mouth and he sort of posed for a second,
just stood there really but I did get the notion that he was doing it just
for me. I was lucky for the towel, at least it hide most of the excitement
in my own pair of competition style bathers and I managed to return his
wave, then break away, moving on as they started to pack up their things.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening was spent in a dreamlike state
of remembering that picture and fantasizing about what we could do
together. I masturbated three times in bed that night, visions of forcing
myself to deep throat him and oh man; I'd never tried, but maybe even
letting him fuck me.

For three days I strolled up and down the beach, but did not spot my
intended and became sullen and moody, getting several, `Is everything all
right's" and "Are you okay's?" from the parental units. Of course I knew
the play well enough and practiced my role constantly for the last eighteen
months, so my response, "Missing Rachael", was received as an acceptable
response, for a reasonable excuse, "Puppy Love".

Oh, it was indeed that, and more, for the puppy I was in love with
seemingly begged to be weaned, if only I could hook up with him and give us
the opportunity.

The beginning ends here, should Todd hook up with Luis?

Please let me know at: aberration@hush.com

Suggestions and possible story lines are more then welcome. It is sometimes
difficult continuing a plot, so if you have an idea, let me know! Thanks!