Date: Wed, 02 Jun 1999 00:07:49 EDT
From: Paul Simmons <ayniftyboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Frank and I

Standard disclaimers apply: if you're under 18, you "shouldn't be reading
this".  This story is about man/boy sex so I wouldn't read it if you aren't
into that.  No flames will be tolerated.  This is a true story, at least
that you know, and it happened to me if anyone, so I won't be hearing from
any of you how wrong it is, okay?  What are you doing reading it if you
don't like it?  I know I loved it while it was happening, so you should
love it too.

Part One

It started in a way I couldn't have imagined possible even now.  I was
sitting on the bus heading to school and there he was, this man standing on
the corner just looking at me.  I knew he was looking at me because I could
feel what I'm sure he felt; an unknown sense that he was someone I would
know and had to know.  I had this insane urge to just keep looking at him,
studying his features and memorizing his face for the future.  Within the
two minutes he was in sight, I'd done just that.

I suppose I should introduce myself; I'm Paul.  I'm 21 now, but I was 11
when this story took place.  I don't really give a shit what people have to
say about my age and the fact that Frank was 30.  He did more for me than
my parents, my friends, or anyone I'd even known did or could have done.
This is our story--or at least the begining.

That day I'd first seen Frank was the last day of school in my sixth grade
year.  I had forgotten about him by the time I'd gotten to school, but I
hadn't forgotten that face.  It was always there now, beside me, watching
me.  I loved feeling those eyes on me.  Being 11, I didn't understand these
feelings as I would now, but I knew that something good was going to come
of seeing him.  I knew that something was going to happen that would change
me forever, make me the man my father always said I should be.

For the first part of the summer, things went as they normally would have;
I played softball and baseball and soccer and numerous other sports with my
friends.  My parents took us on family trips around the state, to the
beach, to uncles' and aunts', etc.  I really only had fun because all of my
cousins were great and around my age.

For the last part of the summer, my mom decided it was time I got out from
under her wings for awhile (which she would later decide was too hasty, but
that's only because she's a mom).  She and my father had arranged for me to
go to summer camp.  It was late in the season, so they'd gotten the last of
the reservations, but that didn't bother me.  I was totally excited to be
getting away 'on my own' for two weeks.

It didn't take long for me to get there, and it didn't take long for me to
see Frank.  I noticed him the first day as I was walking by the swimming
pool.  This place had a lake and a pool, which was odd to me at the time,
but seeing him sitting in the life guard's chair at the pool made it all
come together in my little mind.  Without thinking, I walked over and stood
right underneath him.

"Hi," I said uncertainly.

"Hey there, little man."  HIs voice was confident and strong.  He was the
type of man my father would approve of.  I could tell right off the bat.

"I saw you when I was going to school at the begining of the summer, didn't
I?"

"That you did."  He jumped down, his slightly haired chest glowing in the
sunlight and the gleam of his suntan lotion causing my little boy-dick to
jump.  I didn't know before this moment just how hot men could be.  Or how
hot anyone could be for that matter.  He looked around and saw no one was
there, then he leaned forward and kissed me.  I wasn't shocked, but turned
on imensely.  How someone I'd never met could do that to me, I didn't know,
but I did know it felt right.

"Thanks," I said clumsily.  I had a full boner now.  I knew this was going
to be good when I saw that his shorts were tented as well.

"Pool's closing, so I need to change.  Come along?"

"Sure."

We walked over and shut the gate I'd just passed through a moment before,
locked it and headed toward the changing house.  The kids never used this
house because they had their rooms, but the lifeguards and sometimes the
parents who visited would use it.  When we entered, Frank shut the door
behind us and ripped off his shorts, revealing his hard pole of a cock to
my virgin eyes.  He didn't waste any time in getting my clothes off and
sucking my little pricklett into his mouth.  He pleasured me in ways I
couldn't have imagined possible.  I'd never even touched myself like this
before!

As he was sucking me, he stuck his fingers in my mouth and I eagerly sucked
them like he was doing to my cock.  Soon the fingers were soaked in my
saliva and he pulled them out.  He reached around and began prodding my boy
hole.  He had one finger in me within minutes and I couldn't help but moan.
My moaning increased as his second finger entered me and filled my once
virgin hole with the fullness which can only be achieved through fucking.

Since only an hour before I'd never even thought someone could make you
feel this good, I was cumming over and over.  Dry cums, but cumming
none-the-less.  He seemed to enjoy feeling my body racked with pleasure and
orgasm, but soon stopped.  I passed out in his arms from the intensity of
my orgasms.  When I awoke, it was dark and I was in my bed.  Frank was next
to me and rubbing a cloth on my forehead.  Someone else was there, but it
was too dark to tell.  I don't think they'd noticed I'd woken because they
kept talking.

"...just lying in there.  I think we need to be more protective of that
building.  This isn't the first time we've found someone.  Just before you
came to work with us, we found another young boy in there who'd passed out
while smoking pot.  I don't know how these kids get that type of thing in
here, or where they get it at all..."

I didn't listen to much.  The man was disinteresting to my young mind.  I
was centered solely on the man who's name I still hadn't known at the time.
Once he realized I was awake, he smiled and shushed the older gentleman.

"Well hello there, Paul.  It's nice to see you join the world of the living
again."  His smile enticed me.

My asshole was still tingling from the fingering I'd gotten before my
passing out and I knew that I wanted to feel it again and again.  Only 11,
and I'd already surpassed my best friend Eddie who thought he was great
because he'd gotten kissed by his sister.  "I'm Frank, the lifeguard here,
and this is John, one of the directors here."

"When we found you in the pool house, I wasn't sure you were going to be
okay, so I brought you to the nurse.  She said you'd just passed out and
would be fine with rest."  John was still as non-interesting to me as
before.  I simply shut him out and concentrated on Frank's eyes.

Before too long, John had left and Frank leaned in and kissed me.  I'd
never been kissed this way, because he stuck his tongue in this time.  It
was so wonderful I thought I'd pass out again.  When he stopped, he
whispered, "We're alone for awhile, so I'm going to make you feel good
again."  With that he pulled back the covers to reveal my naked form and
started sucking my cock again.  I hadn't noticed, but he'd taken off his
clothes and was suddenly putting his cock at my mouth.  I sucked it as
eagerly as I'd sucked his fingers before.  After awhile he pulled out and
off me, turned me over and lifted my ass up.  I felt the head of his cock
push against my tight hole, and gasped as it entered me.  I felt him fill
me with what I can only guess was about seven and a half inches of man
cock.  I groaned into the pillow and pushed back against him as he began
pulling out.

"No," I moaned.  "Put it back."

He complied and began fucking me.  I never felt as good as when my tight,
virgin hole was filled and stretched by that huge cock.  He fucked me for
twenty minutes and I came several times while he did, still not even
touching myself.  His cock finally exploded and his load filled and
over-filled my starved asshole.  I felt the cum running down my thighs and
as Frank pulled out of me, I suddenly began to cry.  I couldn't believe
that he was done.  I had never wanted it to end.  He lapped up his cum with
his tongue, licking my balls and cock as well.  He then turned me over and
wiped away the tears.  "Don't worry, my baby, I'll fuck you again soon."
He kissed away the new tears and I smiled.

Man I couldn't wait to get fucked again.