Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2014 23:24:37 -0800
From: Dylan Adler <dylanra88@gmail.com>
Subject: Love can be a hard lesson, part 2

Love can be a hard lesson, part 2 A Boy love story (M/b)
by: Dylan Alder
dylanra88@gmai.com

WARNING:

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts involving men and MINOR
boys. It is not intended to promote illegal acts against minors, but to
demonstrate that men and boys can love each other. The sexual acts
described in the story are not encourage to perform with minors. If the
subject of man/boy love offends you, if this material is illegal in your
place of residence, or if you are under the legal age for such material, do
not read further.

Copyright 2014 by Dylan. You may freely copy this boy love story and
distribute it. Please have the courtesy not to alter it in any way.

I can be contacted at: dylanra88@gmail.com
Thanks to all for your nice comments.

Love can be a hard lesson, part 2

One of the hard truth I have learned over the years is that friends come
and go throughout your life. Sometimes it's your fault they leave and
sometimes it isn't, but there is always a few that make a big impact. I'm
dedicating this part of my story to Chris. Chris buddy, where ever you are
I want you to know I miss you and still love you. You were my first true
love. It wasn't your fault what happened between us and I don't blame you
for it. I forgive you Chris.
Love Dylan

Sitting here I can still remember the first time I touched Danny's penis in
a sexual way. It happened innocent enough. We were in my hot tub and when
we got out I dried him off and only put us in our sweat pants. I knew Danny
wanted to play video games and he normally would sit on my lap when we did.
Danny trusted me like a parent so didn't notice or didn't care.
Once in my game room I sat in my chair and watch Danny as he picked the
game he wanted to play. I couldn't help admiring Danny's bottom as he
leaned over putting the game in before jumping on my lap. Putting one leg
on each side of mine he laid back against me, spreading his legs wide.
Holding him I watched him play. The feel of him, his beautiful smell was
intoxicating. Nothing compares to the power he had over me. I grew hard
just holding him, feeling him against me.
Placing my hands on his shoulders I lightly rubbed his neck. His skin is so
smooth, so perfect. Moving down his shoulders I rub over the sides of his
arms before moving to his bare chest. Lightly rubbing his chest I felt each
rib, each nipple. He gasps softly, but doesn't stop playing. His
concentration is so intense as he battles the aliens on the screen I think
there is nothing that will break through it.
Rubbing lower I rub his stomach and his inny belly button. My fingers slide
over the rim of his sweat pants. I inhale deeply smelling his little boy
sent as my hands move lower. Running into his little boy penis I hear him
inhale deeply again. I stop and wait for his reaction. Nothing, he's still
playing so I cup his penis in my palm and hold him.
Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes later, who knows as time stands still as I try
to process all the feelings going through me as I feel his penis in my
hand.
Wanting to feel him with a hard on I start to wiggle my fingers, trying to
make him grow without being to obvious at what I am doing.
His breathing is increasing his pulse is quickening. I can feel his little
penis as it starts to grow. Oh the feeling. I felt like I could have cum
right then and there.
I watch as another alien dies. He just continues playing, like nothing
unusual is happening. His penis has grown to it's full length and is as
hard as a rock.
Then I hear him. A small moan of pleasure coming from him. It convinces me
to move forward. Squeezing his penis I asked him
"What this?"
"I can't help it." Danny said in a soft voice, almost like he thought he
was in trouble for having an erection. "Your hands are making my weenie
feel good."
It's the responds I hoped for, the responds I wanted. "So you like it?" I
asked.
"Yes." he said.
"I can make you feel even better." I say.
Turning his head to look at me the game is momentarily forgotten. "You can,
How!" he asked me with a smile and big curious eyes.
"By rubbing you."
"Okay." he replied.
"You know I mean putting my hands in your pants right." I said waiting to
see how he'd response.
"Yes." he said.
I thought my mind was going to explode when I reached into his pants and
wrapped my fingers around him.
I notice for a eight year old boy Danny has a really good size penis for
his age. Hard he message three and a half inches long, though not much
bigger around then my thumb.
I slowly start to masturbate him. His whole penis feels so good. I make
sure to rub every inch of the head when I reached the top. Opening and
closing his piss slit.
Danny's moans come stronger, faster and more frequent. Then he stopped
playing, putting the controller beside us, resting his head against me. The
aliens on the screen forgotten as he closes his eyes and enjoys the
feelings going through him.
I am over joyed. I did it, I broke through and pried him away from his
video game. Showing him that there is more joy to be found with his
joystick.
Panting now I feel his sweat pants fall to the floor as he wiggles
completely out of them.
Having this completely naked, beautifully erect boy on my lap was at that
time the greatest time of my life. I was in heaven and I felt he was too. I
rubbed him faster and faster making him wiggle on my lap.
Moving my other hand to his chest I started feeling is nipples. Rubbing one
then the other while I continued to masturbate him.
"Feeling good buddy?" I asked.
"Yea." he said.
"So you like what I'm doing?"
"Yea." he said again.
"Am I bothering you? Do you want me to stop so you can play?" I asked.
"No."
"So you want me to keep rubbing you?" I asked again.
"Yes." he said more urgently.
I loved hearing him say that. Saying he wanted me to rub him, to masturbate
him, giving me his permission to do so.
My mind was racing going thru this very intense situation. Very erotic,
very special.
I wanted this to last forever, but with Danny's penis in my hand and his
bottom bouncing around on my lap I couldn't take anymore, I exploded in my
pants.
Calming down I stopped masturbating him.
"Why'd you stop?" he asked.
Smiling from ear to ear I think oh how I love him. Love making him feel
good. Love that he wants me too.
"It's getting late buddy. We can play more up stairs, okay."
"Okay, as long as we do." he said.
"We will. Let's turn everything off and go upstairs."
"Okay." he says jumping off my lap not caring that he's still naked.
"Hay you made me get killed." he says pretending to be angry.
"Well if you'd rather stay and play instead of going up stairs and play,
you can."
"No way! I can play tomorrow."
Throwing him his sweat pants I say, "Here put these back on."
"Why?" he asked.
"Just do it, because you never know who might just stop by."
Shrugging his shoulders he slips them back on.
Once upstairs his desirer to continue didn't take long to surface.
"Will you rub me again?" he asked.
"Of course I will." I said.
Laying him down on the bed he looked so cute. Climbing on top of him I
started rubbing and kissing his chest. He felt so good under me, so soft. I
kissed his sweet lips, his neck, shoulders and chest, savoring each and
every inch of him.
"Hay, I thought you said you were going to rub my wiener? he asked sounding
a little frustrated.
"I am, just be patience." I said looking him in this eyes.
"But I want you to rub me now."
"Alright, can I take these off?" I said putting my hands on his hips and
shaking his sweat pants.
"No dah." He replied.
Ho how I love everything about him, even his attitude which surfaced a lot
during our love making. Looking into his eyes I slowly pull down his sweat
pants. I watched as his penis comes into view standing at attention just
waiting for me to service him. Continuing to pull them down I threw them to
the floor.
Rubbing up his legs he spread them wide to allow me access to his balls and
penis. Quickly removing my pants as well I laid down beside him and started
stroking him.
"Wow, your big." he said.
"Not really, I'm just average for a man my age.
"Well, you look big to me. Can I touch it?" he asked.
I love that he shows no fear and of course I said yes. I told him to rub me
like I was rubbing him. Danny caught on quickly. With in minutes we were
mutual masturbating he other. All to soon I felt myself about to cum and
before I could say anything I did.
"Your peeing!" he shouted.
When I calmed down I explained to him what cum is. He was fascinated,
rubbing it between his fingers and looking at it closely.
"It's slimy." he said then did something I didn't expect. He put his
fingers in his mouth. I hadn't even told him he could, but he did it
anyway.
"MM that's good." he said.
His words and voice sang to me and reminding me of another boy I once
loved. A boy I thought I would always be with. All these years later I
still missed him, long for him and love him.
Standing up Chris and I noticed that he was a good two to three inches
taller them me.
"Your pretty little, how old are you" Chris asked.
"Six", I said.
"Really, so am I. When's your birth date?" Chris asked.
"January 10" I replied.
"Mines September 29."
Kneeing back down I started playing again and Chris followed.
"Wow, you sure have a lot of trucks" Chris said. "I really like this one.
Where did you get it?'
"That ones my brother Davey's."
"You have a brother?' Chris asked.
"Well, I did." I said trying not to cry in front of my new friend, but
couldn't. Chris looked at me and when I didn't continue he started talking
again..
"You know this house was finished months ago. It was the only house on the
block that no one had moved into and we were all starting to wonder if
anyone was ever going to."
Chris didn't know he was still on the subject of my brothers.
Our house was one of the last ones finished, but even it had been done for
over three months, but because of life's troubles we were delayed in
getting here.
I was suppose to have grown up in a big family. My parents always wanted a
lot of kids and when I came along they were well on their way.
When mom and dad got married they both brought kids from there previous
marriages. Mom brought my sister Dawn who was five years older then me and
dad brought my two brothers.
David was six years older then me and Dakota was three.
One of my earliest memory's is of being tucked into bed by my mother,
watching my brothers jumping around on their bunk beds.
It was a happy time filled with fun and a lot of love. For brothers we all
got along pretty good and I always knew if I got scared at night I could
climb into bed with either one of them, which I did a lot.
My big brother David, Davey I called him, hated to see me hurt, upset or
cry. For a boy all of eleven he was always the first one to me if I got
scared at night. He'd climb into bed with me and hold me, rub my head and
talk to me. So many nights I fell asleep in his arms.
We all did all the normal brother things. Yes we'd fight every once in
awhile, but to the most part we got along good.
One of my favorite times was bath time because my two brothers and I always
took it together. Being the youngest I was always put in the middle between
my two big brothers.
Yes at times we would drown the bathroom, but we always had so much fun.
That is until mom told us we screw around long enough and to get washed.
Then Davey would wash my front and hair while Dakota washed my back. Oh how
I loved though times and the attention they gave me. Almost every time I
got hard as they washed me, but they never said anything about it.
Once they were done Davey would get out first and dry off. I always loved
looking at his body. He looked so good to me and I wished I looked like him.
My brothers both had blond hair and blue eyes, where I had brown hair and
green eyes.
There were times I'd cry and tell Davey I wish I looked like him, but then
he'd hug me and tell me how cute I was and he wished he looked like me.
After he was dry he would then get me out, dry me off and put me in my
pajamas.
I always felt I was so lucky to have him for my big brother, Dakota too,
even though nothing more then a hug ever happened between the three of us.
Our big happy family life was shattered just three months after my fifth
birthday.
My dad's ex wife and new husband pick my brothers up for there weekend
visit like they always did.
We would hug each other goodbye and I would cry. I hated the weekends
because they would be gone. I never stayed in our room without them.
Normally sleeping in my parents bed until they returned, but this time they
never did.
My parents looked everywhere they could, got everyone they could involved
to find them, but it didn't help.
Those of you from the computer age have to understand back then there was
no Internet, email, cell phones, cd's, or GPS. Information traveled a lot
slower and back then if you wanted to hide it was a lot easier.
My parents let me sleep in their room for the next three weeks before they
told me I had to start sleeping in my own bed.
I was all of a sudden left in a room with two empty beds. I was to young to
understand what had happened, but I did understand when my mom told me that
they were gone and not coming back.
I was alone and scared and for the first time in my life I was sleeping by
myself. For the first few weeks my mom or dad would come and comfort me
when I woke up screaming and crying in the middle of the night. Then one
night, no one came. I screamed, I yelled and I cried, but no one came. My
dad convinced my mom they had to make me get used to it so left me alone.
That night I started sleeping in David's bed.
I was in kindergarten then and was shocked one day when I returned home and
found only one bed in my room. My parents had taken out my brothers bunk
beds and my little bed and replaced them with a race car bed. I was so
upset, I pleaded with my parents to put them back to no avail.
It hurt so much to see my parents do away with anything and everything that
reminded them of my two brothers. In time it was like they didn't even
exist. In a few years they were hardly even mentioned.
Almost a year later my parents told my sister and I that they had bought a
new house and we were moving. They told us it was just to painful to live
here any longer.
A week later my dad was in a bad car accident and was in the hospital for
almost two and a half months.
At the end of March my dad came back home. Two weeks later we moved.
Chris had been living in the new housing track for a little over five
months.
Chris loved to talk and told me everything about the area he knew while we
played with my trucks.
"There's a bunch of boys are age that live on this street. Dennis lives in
the blue house down there, Mikey lives in the white house up the street and
Randy and Rick live on the other side of my house." Chris said.
Looking in each direction as Chris spoke I was surprised that there were so
many kids are age.
"And where's that? I asked.
"Oh, two houses up from you, the big white one."
Looking at my house I said, "My house is white too."
"They all used to be, but some people have painted there's. Have you seen
our school yet? It's just down the block and around the corner." Chris
asked.
"No." I said.
"Our kindergartner teacher is real nice you'll like her.
"But I'm in first grade, I did kindergarten last year." I said.
"But how, your younger then I am?" Chris said.
"I started school when I was three."
"Oh, I didn't know you could start so little." Chris said.
"I used to go to a Baptist school.
"What's that?" Chris asked.
"It's a private school."
"Ho, did you like it?
"No, I hated it. If you were bad they could spank you. I watched a lot of
my friends get spanked." I said.
"Did you ever get spanked at school?" Chris asked.
Putting my head down I said, "Yes, once. It was so embarrassing."
"Why?" Chris asked. "What happened.
"It was just after my mom told me my brothers weren't coming back. I was
day dreaming about them in class and not paying attention when my teacher
asked me what I was thinking about. When I told her she basically told me
to get over it. I got mad and argued with her, my first mistake. Then I
called her a fat pig, a bigger mistake. I knew I was in trouble when she
called for the principal."
"Why?'
"Because he's the one that spanks the kids when they're bad", I said and
started telling him the story.
I was still sitting at my desk when he walked into the classroom carrying
his paddle. The whole class was tense and quiet. None of us ever liked to
even watch the paddling. Seeing him I quickly remembered a few weeks ago
when my friend Brian was spanked for cheating. Like with Brian I watched as
the bad chair was brought to the front of the class.
"Dylan come up here." the principal said.
Standing up I felt the tears start down my face. I was the only boy in my
class that had never been spanked. Many of the girls hadn't, but all of the
boys had. Today I was about to join them.
Most of the class was already lightly crying. I remembered I always did
when one of my classmates were spanked. I looked over to my friend Brian
and saw his tears going down his face. I had been spanked at home before,
but that was different.
Reaching the chair I touched the back of it. It was hard, cold and scary.
It faced the class just as if you would sit to read a story to the class.
"Dylan you disrespected Mrs. Davis, didn't you."
Looking at the floor I nodded my head.
"You know we don't tolerate that here." He said and I nodded again. "Okay,
you know what the punishment is, remove your pants and lay across the chair.
Though I had seen it many times before, hearing it be told to me was
shocking and I couldn't move. How was I suppose to get undressed in front
of all these girls and boys and my teacher.
Not waiting for me the principal said, "Fine", and pulled me by my arm over
to him. He quickly unbuttoned my pants and pulled them and my underwear
down to my ankles.
I was so embarrassed I burst into tears again. Lying me across the chair I
screamed as the first blow hit my bare bottom.
The principal had one hand on my lower back holding me down while his other
held the paddle that kept hitting my bottom. Blow after blow he hit me
while I screamed and cried. After the tenth spanking he stopped.
"I hope this has been a lesson for all of you that we do not disrespect our
teachers." he said and left the classroom.
I was left standing in front of the classroom rubbing my very sore bottom.
Mrs. Davis came over to me and helped me get redressed then told me to take
my seat as if nothing had happened. Walking back to my seat I saw that the
whole class was crying.
Still crying I look at the front of the class. There stood this years 1976
bicentennial flag that we plead to every morning and I wondered how could
things like this still go on in a civilized country.
"I can't believe it." Chris said. "I have never heard of such a thing. That
never happens at my school, so you don't have to worry about that."
"Good. This will be the first time I have ever been to a pubic school." I
said.
The next day my mom took my sister and I to the school to register us.
Because of my age they felt I should start in kindergarten. At first I was
mad until I remembered I would be in the same class as Chris.
I started in my new school in mid April of 1976. The school was a lot newer
and the teachers a lot nicer. Though there were a lot more kids and the
classes were a whole lot big.
Every morning Chris and I walked to school together with our sisters. Chris
had a sister the same age as mine. Our sisters were both in forth grade.
There grade got out hours after ours so we walked home alone.
It was a different time back them. Our town was a very safe place and kids
were able to go just about were ever they wanted. Being left home alone at
the age of six wasn't unusual either. So the short walk home from school
was just the way it was. Just like Chris said our school was just down the
street, not even half a mile.
Chris's parents like mine both worked so when we got home we had the houses
to our selves. Before the time of video games we entertained our selves in
other ways. We played ball, we went bike riding, hiking, wandering in the
orange orchard and just getting into trouble.
Chris and I loved being together and very quickly loved each other.
We had spent everyday together since we met. It had been just over three
weeks, but I felt I had known him my whole life.
It was the start of my third week at school when the first test of our
friendship happened. We were playing on the playground at recess when the
ball we were playing with went over the line that separated the bigger kids
side from ours. Being new to the school and thinking nothing of it I
crossed over the line to get our ball.
Chris being more aware then I was yelled for me to stop, but I didn't
listen. Before I knew what happened I was pushed to the ground by two
second grade boys. One of the boys jumped on me and started shaking me
saying something about how I wasn't allowed on their play ground.
He was grabbing my arms hard and shaking me so I started to cry.
The next thing I knew I felt the older boy rolling off of me. Chris had
tackled him knocking him off me. Coming out of my shock I saw this bigger
boy wrestling with Chris. Chris already had a bloody nose and was crying.
Something in me snapped. I jumped on the boys back who had Chris pinned
down hitting him with everything I had. The next thing I knew I was seeing
starts as the other boy hit me.
Luckily for us the fight didn't last long before the teachers broke it up
or we would have been killed, but that didn't matter. What mattered was we
had shown each other we would stand by the other no matter what.
Waiting outside the principals office I was scared to death. The incident
with my other principal was still fresh in my mind. I couldn't stop crying.
Noticing, Chris took my hand trying to reassure me.
"It's okay. They won't spank us." He said.
"You sure" I said through my tears.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Promise." I said.
"I promise." Chris replied.
Chris was right. We got spoken to and sent home, that was it.
Chris's mother pick us up. She told me she had talk to my mother and
neither one of them were happy with us. Looking at Chris across the back
seat we both smiled at each other.
My punishment at home was light, mostly because my dad was happy that I
stood up to the bigger boys. My mom was besides her self, but left it up to
my dad.
Chris wasn't so lucky. He told be the next day he got spanked by is dad.
Something I also knew all to well.
The following week Chris asked me if I wanted to spend the night at his
house. I was so excited I couldn't help but jumping up and down while I
said yes.
It took forever, but finally the weekend arrived. My mom helped me to pack
a bag for the two nights I was staying at Chris's.
I heard the door bell ring as Chris came to get me. Grabbing my bag and
kissing my mom goodbye Chris and I ran to his house.
We ran up stairs and put my stuff in his room before we went outside to
play. It was around six PM when his mom called us in for dinner.
It was around nine PM when Chris and I headed to his room for bed. We were
both past our normal bed time and were tired.
I was hoping to see Chris naked as he put on his pajamas, but was
disappointed when he went to the bathroom to change.
When he came back I tried to force myself to change in front of him, but
couldn't bring myself to do it.
Returning from the bathroom I climbed into Chris's double bed with him and
fell asleep.
It was in the middle of the night when I awoke to a bad dream about my
brothers leaving and started yelling for my mom.
When the light came on and I saw Chris's mom it came back to me that I
wasn't at home. Chris was awake and asking me what was the matter. It took
me a few minutes to calm down and tell him.
Returning home on Sunday afternoon I was surprised to see that my
grandparents on my mom's side from back east, were here to visit. Giving
them both a hug they then told me that they were going to be here for just
a week.
Going to my room I started putting my stuff away. As I did I thought about
the time with Chris.
I was sad that I still hadn't seen Chris naked. Ho how I so wanted too. I
dreamed about him, fantasized about him. Closing my eyes I could still see
him. His eye's, his smooth skin, his beautiful body I so wanted to see
uncover.
I was slowly rubbing my hard penis in my shorts to the fantasy about Chris,
when my grandfather came into my bedroom and shut my door.
"And how's my favorite grandson?" Grandpa asked kneeling down and wrapping
his arms around me.
"Fine!" I said placing my head on his shoulder.
"God. I've missed you so much." grandpa said as his hand rubbed down my
back and inside my shorts and underwear to cup my bottom.
"You just saw me four months ago, remember, I was back there for
Christmas." I said.
"I know. But when you love someone as much as I love you, you just can't
stand being away from them." grandpa said.
"I know, I've missed you too." I said and I did. I missed him holding me,
cuddling me and telling me he loved me.
Spinning me around he moved his hands around to my penis.
"And why is thing all hard, hot and bothered?" grandpa asked me.
I took a deep breath resting my head back on his shoulder as grandpa
started to masturbate me.
"Have you been taking care of this for me?" Grandpa asked.
"Yeah." I said as I started to buck my hips. Shutting my eyes and imagining
it was Chris masturbating me.
"I don't think you have. It seems neglected to me. I guess I'm going to
have to show it some extra attention while I'm here.
As grandpa was masturbate me he also was licking my neck and ears. "I don't
think we need these, do you?"
I felt my shorts and underwear slide down my legs to land on my feet. A
second later grandpa stopped just long enough to remove my shirt before he
started again.
My mind was screaming telling me to stops this, but my body was screaming
don't. My door had no lock and at any time my mom, dad, sister or
grandmother could come in.
"Step out of your shorts honey and spread your legs for grandpa."
Doing as I was told I felt grandpa's finger as it found my boy hole.
Pushing he slipped one inside me.
"Oh,, oh." I said as my orgasm neared and my fear disappeared.
"Feeling good buddy. You like me taking you in your new room."
"Yes." I whispered.
"What, I can't hear you, you want me to stop?" he teased.
"No, don't....Stop... " I said between breaths. Reaching behind me I
grabbed his hard penis in my hand and started to masturbate him.
"Ha, you haven't forgotten." Grandpa said with relief.
"No." I whispered. "How could I?"
"Will I hadn't heard from you in months, I figured you forgotten about me."
Grandpa said.
"I could never forget about you grandpa."
My mind wondered back to last Christmas when I visited him. Though our love
making had started years before, last Christmas seemed to be the best so
far.
A few years before, grandpa introduced me to the joys of masturbation.
After he did I wanted it all the time. I'd find him in his den sitting in
his lazy boy watching TV. Grabbing the blanket off the couch I'd climb into
his lap covering us both. Looking into his eyes I'd give him a big smile.
"And what does my little guy want?" grandpa would tease.
"You know?" I'd reply.
"I don't know, maybe your tired and want to go to sleep."
"No! you know!" I'd say again.
"I do, maybe you can remind me. I'm getting old you know."
"Play with me."
"Oh, so that's what you mean."
I then would feel grandpa's hands on my waist as he pulls my pajama's
bottoms down. Wiggling I guide them past my knee's so I can open my legs so
grandpa can rub me. Grabbing my little member Grandpa starts to masturbate
me. I feel his penis growing as it pushes against my bare bottom. Reaching
under me grandpa free's his penis and the tip slides past my boy hole.
Moving back and forth in my butt crack I feel grandpa's pre cum starting to
cover my back side. I know all to soon his cum will be covering my bottom.
My own feelings are reaching there peak and I feel my orgasm building to
release. I start to moan as I'm almost there. Knowing I'm about to have my
orgasm grandpa squeezes my penis hard.
"No, not yet buddy. We cum together or not at all remember." grandpa
reminds me.
"Please grandpa let me!" I cry as I trust my hips up trying to finish
myself off.
Holding me to him I can't move as I'm left on the verge of orgasm. Tears go
down my face as my mind try's to deal with the over powering emotions going
through my young body. Placing his lips to mine grandpa quite's any sounds
I might make.
His grip is so tight on me it hurts, but feels good all at the same time.
Grandpa's penis is still sliding back and forth against my boy hole sending
way after way of pressure throughout me. On the verge of cumming anyway
grandpa starts masturbating me at lighting speed as I feel his cum covering
my bottom and back. I scream into his mouth as my orgasm is finally
released.
Rubbing my stomach and kissing my face grandpa holds me while my breathing
returns to normal.
I'm thrown back to reality as my orgasm comes.
As usual my mom tucked me in that night for bed. In the middle of the night
I was dreaming about Chris and a club house when I felt someone shaking me
and heard my name.
"Dylan, Dylan, come on buddy, wake up.
It took me a few seconds to wake up enough to see that it was my grandpa
who had awoke me. Yawning I said,"Yea grandpa."
"Grandpa needs you." he said.
The feelings coming from my penis brought me full awake. I realized my
Pajama bottoms had been removed.
"I'm glad to see you took my advise and stopped wearing underwear too bed
under your pajama's." Grandpa said.
"You told me too." I replied as I yawned again.
"Grandpa really needs is little buddy right now."
Right then an idea came to me. Grandpa was a carpenter by trade and had
built many houses, including his own.
"Grandpa will you build me a club house while your here."
"Sure, but why do you want a club house?" Grandpa asked as he continued to
rub me.
"I have a new friend here, his name is Chris and I just want a place for
the two of us. I said.
"I know the feeling. I'll build your club house if you do something for
me." Grandpa said.
"Okay, what?"
"You just turn over and I'd do the rest."
Having no idea what my grandpa was going to do I turned over. Grandpa
started rubbing my back and bottom. He slowly pushed one finger in my
bottom then another and another. By the third I had tears running down my
face.
"Grandpa, please, stop, your hurting me." I said.
"It's going to hurt a little bit at first, but it will go away."
My bottom felt like it was on fire. I them felt my grandpa spit on my hole.
Stopping he stood up and removed his pants. Climbing into bed he laid on
top of me.
Putting his lips against my left ear Grandpa asked,"You love me Dylan?"
"Yes I love you." I say.
"And you trust your Grandpa right?"
"Yeah, I trust you."
"I love you a lot and you know your grandpa's special boy, right?"
"Yeah." I replied.
"And you know I'd never do anything to hurt you, because I love you."
I continued to node my head yes.
"I want to show you how much I love you by putting a part of me in you so
we become one."
"How?" I asked now very curiously.
"I'm going to put my penis inside your bottom and make love to you. It
might hurt a little bit, but I want to show you just how much I love you.
This is how two people who really love reach other show it. When you do
this and take grandpa's cum inside you, you will then show me how much you
really love me. Do you what to show me? Do you want to show grandpa how
much you love me?"
Right then I so wanted too show him I told him yes over and over again.
I had just a second to wait until I felt him jam his penis into my bottom.
I couldn't help but to scream. Taking my pillow grandpa put it over my head
to quite me. I felt his balls smack against my bottom before he pulled
back. I never felt such pain in my life. Tears screamed down my face as
grandpa started to pound my bottom pushing me into my bed. I tried to get
up, to move out from under him, but with his weight on top of me I couldn't
move. I started to count as his penis went in and out of me.
Finally the pain in my bottomed eased up as my penis rubbed against my bed.
Grandpa pick up speed going faster and faster. To my surprise good feelings
started mixing with the bad ones. It hurt, but felt good all at the same
time. All of a sudden I could feel my orgasm approaching and I couldn't
understand why. My bottom hurt, yet I was about to have a orgasm. Then it
happened, my bottomed clamped again and again on grandpa's penis as I
orgasm, making him also. I felt grandpa's cum as it shot into me.
Pulling out of me and rolling to my side grandpa laid down beside me.
Hugging me to him I tried to understand my feelings while grandpa regained
his.
"So did you like that?" grandpa asked.
"I don't know. I don't think so, it was weird, it hurt, but then felt good
at the same time. Then I orgasmed. I don't understand, why would I orgasm
if it hurt. It doesn't make scene," I said.
Kissing my forehead grandpa tried to explain it to me, but I got lost in
his explanation. The most important part was that I was now his, that I had
showed grandpa how much I loved him and how much he loved me. I only wished
my dad would love me this much. That he would let me show him how much I
loved him. I would endure the pain of it a hundred times to feel his love,
if he'd show me that he loved me.
The next day I showed grandpa where I wanted my club house.
"You want it there?" he asked.
Around all the houses were brick walls about six feet high. The back wall
had a space about twelve feet by twenty feet that neither my parents nor
the back neighbors claimed. The house behind us was about twelve feet
higher in elevation then ours so the land behind the wall started at the
top of our wall about six feet and went up at an angle to the other wall. I
liked the idea that you would have to climb the wall, something Chris and I
did almost everyday, in order to get to our club house, making it almost
inaccessible to my parents.
Grandpa complained, but in the end built my club house where I wanted it.
He did build a stairway at first, but I made sure the last thing he did was
to tear it down when he was finished.
When I showed it to Chris he was ecstatic. He couldn't believe it was ours.
We spent the next two weeks running all over the neighbor hood collecting
things to decorate it. It was really cool and it was ours. A place we could
call are own. A place we could play, talk, hang out and be alone.
A few weeks later Chris and I were playing on the jungle gym at school
which is right on the line of the older kids playground.
There was a group of older kids, sixth graders they looked like, hanging
out at the line teasing us younger kids. After awhile Chris and I were
there next victims.
One of the boys called us lovers. Then another called us fags, then another
said we probably had sex together. Finally Chris and I had had enough and
walked over to the far side of the playground.
Once we were alone Chris asked me if I knew what a fag was and I told him
yes. After I explained he asked me what sex was and I explained that too. I
always forgot that other kids my age weren't as privilege in experiencing
love and sex so had no knowledge of it.
It took me awhile to explain, but when I was done Chris had a good
understanding of it.
I also told him about a book that was at my house which was about how to
make love and that it had pictures and everything.
"And your parents don't mind you looking at it?" Chris asked.
"Well, they don't know I know about it." I said.
"Can we look at it after school? he asked.
I thought about it for a few minutes. I wasn't sure if I should. I knew if
my parents ever found out I did they'd kill me. It would also show them I
had been going through their things. Chris's face looked so hopeful I
couldn't say no.
"Okay, I'll show you, but we'll have to be careful and you can't tell
anyone or I would get into trouble."
"I won't tell." He said.
On the way home Chris and I talked about nothing else. He was so excited he
was almost yelling at me. I kept trying to tell him to keep it down because
we didn't want anyone else to over hear us, but it was too late.
Dennis had followed us from school and over heard just enough to figure out
what we were going to do. To my fear he wanted to see the book too. I was
scared. I didn't know him that well, didn't trust him and I didn't want to
have him with us. But Chris told me we could trust him.
Once in the house I brought the two boys to the family room and went to
were my parents kept the book hidden. Bring it to the family room I handed
it to Chris.
Opening the cover Chris said, "Wow, everyone is naked.
The two boys looked through the whole book. I could tell by the way they
kept adjusting themselves that they both had hard on's.
I wanted so much to see Chris's. I didn't really care if I saw Dennis's or
not. Chris was the one I was in love with.
After they had looked at the book for about thirty minutes I put it back.
When I returned to the two boys on the couch they were deep in conversation
about what they had seen.
"I had never seem anything like that before!" Chris said.
"I know, me neither." Dennis replied.
"Oh that's nothing. You should see this movie my dad has, it's called
Debbie Dose Dallas. I've watched it many times when I've been home alone.
One of the new electronic gadgets to come out that year was the VHS player
and my dad was one of the first to get one and one of the first movies he
got was Debbie Does Dallas.
You probably have started to notice I was a little snoop when I was little.
I was left at home for a hour and a half everyday and had a bad habit of
going thru everything.
"What's the movie about?" Chris asked.
"It's not what it's about that matters, it's what they do that does."
And what's that?" Dennis asked.
"They get naked and have sex just like they talk about in that book, but
for real." I said.
"No way, let us see!" Chris asked excitedly.
My mind was already running a mile a minute, planning how I could use the
movie to my advantage.
"I don't know, I could get in a lot of trouble if my parents find out." I
said.
"Oh come on we won't tell anyone, will we Dennis."
I watched as Dennis shook his head.
Sensing I had something, I asked, "What will you give me for it?" I asked
Chris.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well I'm going to let you watch a movie that could get me into a lot of
trouble and if we get caught I'll get spanked badly, so I want to know
what's in it for me.
"Okay, what do you want?" Chris asked.
By this time Dennis was just in the audience and Chris and I were
negotiating.
"What do you have on you?" I asked knowing exactly what I wanted.
"Nothing." Chris replied.
"Well then, we can't make a deal then." I said using the tactics my Grandpa
used on me.
"Oh come on there must be something you want that I can do."
I finally had him right where I wanted him. "Well you could take off all
your clothes" I said.
"But why would you want that?" Chris asked.
Trying not to sound to eager I said, "Well at least it would be something,
so I'm not the only one doing something wrong."
I waited while Chris thought about it. He seemed to take forever before he
said, "Okay."
I watched as Chris stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. His chest
looked like all the other boys I had seen, but for some reason I felt a
jump in my penis as I looked at him. He looked so soft I wanted to reach
out and touch him. Sitting back down he removed his shoes and socks. I then
watched as he unbuttoned his pants before standing back up. Walking around
me he told me to sit next to Dennis.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I want you too." he replied.
It was all the reason I needed and sat down.
Chris slowly unzipped his fly and started wiggling his hips as he pretended
to dance to music. I was transfixed watching him as I watched his underwear
come into view.
Chris was really getting into his little show now and had Dennis laughing.
I was still dying with anticipation. I so badly wanted to see his penis. I
watched as Chris hooked his fingers into his waist band and slowly, one
side to the other lower his underwear. Just before his penis came into view
Chris slowly turned around. I was about to protest when his oh so cute, so
white, so soft looking bottom came into view.
I was on the verge of having a dry orgasm. My breathing was fast as well as
my pulse rate. I was trying to control my self, but I so wanted to reach
out and touch him.
Chris kicked his pants and underwear off to the side standing in front of
us completely naked. I watched as he raised his hands and put them behind
his head as he slowly turned. My heart jumped as well as my penis as I saw
his penis.
It took me a second to calm down enough to notice that Chris was
uncircumcised. The only person I had ever seen that way was my grandfather.
Up to that point I didn't think little boys came that way. I didn't realise
that I did and was cut at birth until Chris explained it to me.
I was surprised, but glad that once Chris was out of his clothes he didn't
want to put them back on. He danced around my family room giving Dennis and
I quiet a show.
Dennis and I were really enjoying Chris's show when we all heard the front
door open and close. Luckily Chris's houses floor plan was the same as mine
and he darted towards the down stairs bathroom.
I quickly gathered up his clothes and ran after him. Going to the front of
the house I saw that my sister had come home. I had no idea that an hour
and a half had gone by already. The boys left and I didn't see them again
until the next day.
Chris and I were out playing at recess when we saw Dennis. Walking over to
him we were both surprised that he ran away from us. It took us a minute to
catch him, but there was no place for him to go on our small play ground.
When we reached him he started crying. I quickly thought that what we did
the day before was to much for him and tried to calm him down, but Chris
came to a different conclusion.
"You told, didn't you?" Chris yelled at him.
It took me a second to understand, but then I realised what Chris meant.
"No, you didn't." I said.
Looking at him I knew right away he did. I became scared and started to cry.
"I couldn't help it. My mom wanted to know where I was and what I was
doing." Dennis said.
"So you told her what I did?" Chris asked.
"No, I just told her about the book. Nothing about you. I didn't even tell
her you were with us." Dennis said.
"So what did she say?" I asked barely able to speak fearing what he was
going to say.
"She said she was going to call your parents today."
My whole body shook. I knew what was going to happen when I got home.
Nothing made my parents madder then to embarrass them and I was going to do
that worse then I had ever done before.
Chris looked at me with such sympathy I erupted. Crying I placed my hands
over my eyes, turned around and ran away.
I ran back towards the classroom and slipped into the boys bathroom with
Chris right behind me. Finally hidden from the other kids I fell on my
knee's and cried.
Chris keeled behind me and hugged me. I couldn't stop the uncontrollable
shaking that was going through my body.
The day seemed to go much faster then normal. I was hoping it would never
end, but all to soon the last bell rang.
If it wasn't for Chris I would have stayed right there, but he dragged me
home. When we rounded the conner and could see our houses I felt a feeling
of fear go thru me. There in the driveway was both my parents cars.
Chris walked me to my door and hugged me.
"I'm sorry, I thought we could trust him. I never thought he'd tell on
you." he said starting to cry. "Do you want me to tell them it was my idea?"
My love for Chris did something I didn't think possible, it grew. Here he
was in the clear, but willing to try and take the blame for it to protect
me.
"No, they won't believe you away way. How would you know where they keep
that book."
Nodding his head I watched as Chris walked away. Opening the front door I
stepped inside and immedately my dad's voice came from inside the house.
"Dylan is that you?" he yelled.
I couldn't answer.
"Get your ass in here, Now!" he yelled again.
Walking into the family room my mom was sitting on the couch holding the
book. My dad was standing in front of her holding his belt.
"Your mom got a disturbing phone call today. She was told you showed this
book to your friend Dennis. Is that true?"
I nodded my head yes.
"I don't know where to begin." My dad said.
"First, how did you know about this book?"
"I found it when I was looking for paper." I lied.
"And then why did you touch it. You must have know that this is not a book
for kids, didn't you." dad yelled.
Nodding my head yes I stared sniffling as the tears started flowing. My
whole body started to shake from what I knew was coming.
"I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I would never have thought
this from you. To look at this book when you knew you shouldn't, but then
to show it to someone else's child. I didn't even know how to apologise to
Mrs. Baker", mom said.
I was really crying now, but I knew it was nothing compared to what was
coming. If mom was on my side I would get off with a light spanking, but
when she wasn't, I was in trouble.
Getting up mom started to leave the room. I started to whimper because that
told me I was really going to get it.
"What do you want to do?" dad asked mom.
"Spank him and make sure he feels it for awhile." Mom left us, leaving me
looking up at my dad knowing I would.
"Take your clothes off." dad told me.
My hands were shaking so bad I had problems undoing my pants. Dad reached
over and undid it for me. Pulling my pants and underwear down I stepped out
of them. Removing my shirt I stood in front of him completely naked and
helpless.
Looking into his eyes I tried to plead with him. Kneeling down dad placed a
hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eyes. Crying I placed my head on
his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Dylan, I don't want to do this, but dam you have got to learn to
think about your actions." dad said as he rubbed my back. "Lets get this
over with."
Leaning me over the sofa my bottom was vulnerable and exposed. Just like
with the principal I felt my fathers hand on the back of my neck as he held
me down. The first smack across my fanny made me cry out. The second made
me yell and the third had me screaming. On and on they went across my
bottom, my back and legs. I squirmed as hard as I could trying to escape
his grip.
I was able to count the eighteenth swat before I felt no more. Whether he
kept going or not I don't know because I passed out.
I woke up hours later in my bed. When I moved pain shot through me
everywhere and I cried out. Rolling over onto my stomach I cried myself to
sleep.
I didn't go to school the next day or the next. My mom was a little
concerned because when she check on me in the night my back and bottom were
bleeding. She washed my cuts and put some disinfectant on them. I stayed in
bed all weekend.
On Monday morning I saw Chris for the first time since he left me on my
door step.
"Are you okay?" he asked concerned.
"I'm okay." I said trying to hide my feelings.
"You don't have to play tough with me." he said.
Looking at him I felt the tears run down my face as I told him what
happened.
Later that afternoon Chris and I were sitting on my bed talking when he put
his arms around me and hugged me.
Flinching I cried out in pain as he touched my back.
"It's really that bad?" he asked and I nodded my head yes.
"Can I see?" Chris asked.
I had already seen him naked so I thought, what's fair is fair. Getting up
I headed for my bathroom.
"Where you going?" he asked.
"I'll be right back." I said.
Once in the bathroom I removed all my clothing as carefully as I could and
put by bathrobe on. I don't know why, but I didn't want to get undressed in
front of him.
Walking into my room in nothing but my bathrobe Chris said, "Oh. I didn't
mean you had to get undressed. I only meant for you to lift your shirt."
"But you won't be able to see them all that way. Besides don't you want to
see me, I've see you." I said as my voice broke trying to hold back from
crying.
I couldn't stand the thought that the boy I was in love with didn't want to
see me naked as well.
Seeing my hurt expression on my face Chris quickly replied, "I do."
Walking to the side of my bed I turned and faced him. Undoing the tie
around my waist I pulled open my robe, slipped it off my shoulders and let
it drop to the floor.
Chris gasped as my body came into view and I sighed knowing he was pleased.
Sitting on the bed I slowly rolled onto my stomach putting my head on my
pillow.
I heard Chris gasp again, but this time from shock. Lying there I felt him
as he walked to my side and sat on the bed. I waited wondering what he was
thinking. I then felt the lightest touch on my shoulder. Moving his hand he
rubbed down my back.
I shivered as I felt his hand heading for my bottom. The pain left me and
was replaced with pleasure. My breathing became faster and my pulse quicken
and of course my penis harden. When he reached my bottom I was hoping and
not disappointed that he didn't stop and rubbed over my bottom. I was
moaning in pleasure when I heard Chris whimper. Looking back at him I saw
his tears going down his face.
"I sorry Dylan, I'm so sorry. I can't believe your dad did this to you. It
must hurt a lot.
Right now pain was the last thing I was feeling. "It was, but right now I
feel really good." I said.
"You do, how? Chris said.
"Because your rubbing me." I whispered.
"Really?"
"Really." I said. "I like you rubbing me, it makes me feel good and the
pain goes away."
"Good, because I like rubbing you."
I laid there enjoying the rubbing Chris was giving me. He was concentrating
most of his rubbing on my bare bottom giving me great pleasure and I
started moaning louder.
"Am I hurting you?" Chris asked.
"No, it feels real good."
"It does?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, you want to try?" I asked.
"What do I have to do?"
"Nothing, just take your clothes off and lay down next to me." I said.
Chris thought about it for a second then started removing his clothes. Once
they were off he laid down on his stomach on the bed next to me. Reaching
out I put my hand on his bare bottom. Something like an a electrical shock
went up my arm when I came into contact with Chris.
I rubbed around Chris's bottom making sure to feel every inch of him. Chris
shivered as I ran my hand down his crack and between his legs. Over and
over again I brushed over his boy hole. Chris was breathing heavily.
Chris opened is legs wider as I rubbed lower. Coming into contact with his
balls Chris jumped by the unexpected touch. Focusing on his scrotum I
rubbed him, causing his whole body to shake.
"Wow, I didn't know it could feel this good." Chris said.
"You haven't felt nothing yet." I said. "I can make you feel a whole lot
better."
"Really?, How?"
"I can show you, but first you'll have to turn over."
This was the point that Chris was either going to give into what I wanted
to do, or stop, thinking we had gone to far.
Picking his head up off my pillow he looked at me with his big blue eyes.
"Why?, he asked.
"Just trust me okay, you'll love it, I promise."
"But I'm..." Chris stopped mid sentence and I was pretty sure why.
"Chris, look at me, I have a stiffy too."
Nodding his head Chris rolled over.
And there it was his perfect boy stiffy. He was about two inches and his
foreskin completely covered him. Reaching out I grabbed his penis in my
hand. Not having any I tried to pull his foreskin down, but was only able
to a little bit. Letting go I started stroking him over his foreskin .
"Wow!" Chris moaned in pleasure.
As I rubbed him I couldn't help but to hump my penis into his side.
Chris was really getting into it as he lifted his hips off the bed to meet
my hand. I watched as more and more of his penis came exposed to my eyes.
Then the whole helmet of his penis popped out. I was able to retract him a
little more then half way. Chris had his eyes closed enjoying the feelings
I was giving him.
Leaning over him I kissed him on his lips. His eyes snapped open in
surprise, but we never missed a beat. Smiling he leaned up and kissed me
back. Putting my lips back on him I pushed my tongue between his lips.
Chris learned fast and opened his mouth to me.
The whole time I was still rubbing him. I was masturbating him fast now and
he was loving it. I was hoping to bring Chris to his first orgasm.
Grabbing his hand I placed it on my hard penis and told him to copy me.
I was getting closer by the second and hoped Chris was too. I had been
rubbing and kissing Chris for about ten minutes and I was about to pop. My
hand started moving like lightning as I approached my breaking point. Just
before I got there Chris stopped moving and masturbating me. With his back
arched and penis in the air Chris came and I came with him.
It was one of the strongest orgasm of my young life. Watching the boy I
loved have his first orgasm and knowing I gave it to him sent waves of
pleasure throughout my young body.
Chris was going through such pleasure that he was lost to the world.
I never stopped masturbating him and his orgasm went on and on. Then all to
soon he stopped me. His penis becoming to sensitive for me to touch.
"Wow, that was awesome! I never knew that you could feel so good!" Chris
said.
"I know, isn't it great." I replied.
"It sure was. I just kept feeling better and better until, I don't know,
something in me like, popped." Chris said.
"It's called an orgasm, you had your first orgasm." I said.
"What ever it's called, I loved it. That was the best feeling I have ever
had. I bet you can never feel anything better then that."
"You just wait I'll show another way that I think feels even better."
"Really, how, what do you do?" Chris asked.
"It's my favorite way. I'll show you", I said and was about to, but
unfortunately we both heard the front door open and close, my sister was
home.
"Dam it!" I said jumping out of bed. "For now on when we play like this
were going to do it in our club house." I said. Getting redressed I was a
little slower then Chris because the marks on my back and bottom, but I
still got redressed without my sister seeing I wasn't.
Once redressed we headed down stairs. Dawn was in the kitchen getting her
self a snack.
Seeing the two of us she said, "Hay aren't you grounded."
Looking at Chris I nodded my head yes.
"Well, I won't tell if you don't, but stay inside or one of the nosey
neighbors will tell our parents, and make sure he's gone before mom or dad
gets home."
Chris and I played in the family room for a few more minutes before he
left. We were both afraid to play for to long because neither one of us
wanted me to get into anymore trouble.
The next day at school we went over by the fence so we could be alone and
talk. Chris was still talking about how great our "play time" as he put it,
was. He kept asking me questions about what we did and what I planned on
doing to him next.
"So what's this better way?" Chris asked.
"It's putting your winner in my mouth." I whispered so no one else on the
playground could accidentally over hear us.
"Wow! you would do that!" Chris shouted.
"Sh, quiet, someone might hear you" I said.
"Oppes, sorry. You would do that." Chris whispered.
"I sure would. It feels awesome." I said.
Chris was wide eye with excitement smiling from ear to ear.
I could tell that Chris was ready to let me put his penis in my mouth right
then and there if I would have let him.
Just then the bell rang signaling that recess was over.
Lining up with all the other kids I stood right behind Chris. Turning
around to face me Chris asked me when we were going to do it?
Seeing that Dennis was right in front of Chris I whispered, "I don't know."
"How about after school?"
"I don't know, maybe." I said.
"Oh come on, why not, I want to try it." Chris said way to loud for my
taste.
"Chris." I said pointing behind him. Turning around he saw Dennis watching
the two of us.
"What do you want?" Chris yelled.
"Nothing, I was just wondering what you guys were talking about, that's
all." Dennis said.
"It's none of your business." Chris yelled at him again.
"Can I play with you guys after school?" Dennis asked.
"I'm telling you if you come anywhere near us after school I'll pound you!"
Chris yelled.
"But why? I said I was sorry, I didn't mean to.."
But what ever he was about to say was cut off by Chris pushing him over
backwards.
Hovering over Dennis Chris yelled at him. "Your sorry, do you know what his
dad did to him, do you!"
I had never seen Chris mad before. He had two inches on me and at least ten
pounds and I was bigger then Dennis. I was scared so I can't imagine how
Dennis must have felt.
"Hay what's going on there?" our teach said seeing Chris with his fist
raised about to hit Dennis.
"Your coming with me young man." the teacher said taking Chris by the arm
and leading him away from the rest of us.
Looking down I saw that Dennis was crying. I couldn't help but to feel
sorry for him. I knew why he asked to play with us because no one else
would. It had gotten all around our block that Dennis told on us and now no
one would play with him.
I didn't see Chris for the rest of the day and walked home by myself. When
I arrived home Chris was waiting for me.
"Hi" he said.
"Hi, where'd you go?" I asked.
"I got sent home." Chris said like he didn't care.
"You in trouble?"
"No, not really. I just have to clean the backyard." he said shrugging his
shoulders.
"That's good. I'd be in a lot more trouble then that if I got sent home." I
said.
"I told my mom the truth and she said she understood, but to leave Dennis
alone as long as he left us alone."
"What do you mean you told her the truth?" I asked starting to worry.
It must have showed on my face because Chris said, "Hey, I didn't saying
anything that would get us in trouble. I told her that he told on you and
you got a bad spanking for it and that I was mad at him. That's it."
Relaxing I said "Okay, thanks."
"Don't worry Dylan, I'll die before I say anything, I promise."
"I know, I'm sorry, I'm just scared I guess."
"So can you come in." I said with my most deviant smile.
"You bet I am, why do you think I'm hear, for my health..
We both laughed as I unlocked the door. Dropping my book bag and shoes off
at the entry way I started to head for my room.
"Hay, I thought we were going to play in the club house?" Chris said.
"Your right" I said smacking myself in the forehead.
Putting my shoes back on we went out back. Climbing up the wall we went
into the club house, locking the door behind us.
"I love this place." Chris said looking around.
The day after my grandpa finished the club house I showed it to Chris. It
was only six feet square, but two stories. The first floor only had a cling
of four and a half feet. Fine for us now, but would be a little small in
years to come. In the back was a built in latter that went up stairs. The
up stairs ceiling went all the way up to the rafters giving the up stairs a
eight foot ceiling in the middle. We had spent days decorating the club
house with all our favorite things. One of the nicest things was the blown
up matters that Chris's mom gave us. It was nice because we could never had
gotten a real one in the club house. We sent over a hour blowing it up. We
put it upstairs for maximum privacy. Once up stairs I took my shirt off.
Turning around I just in time stop Chris from taking his off.
"Stop!" Let me do it." I said stopping Chris with his shirt half way up.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because it's part of the fun to let the other one undress you." I said.
"But you took yours off."
"I know, but this time is for you."
Smiling Chris put his hands down. Walking to him I kissed him ever so
lightly on his lips as I ran my hands down his back. Chris was my friend,
my lover and somehow became my protector. I wanted so much to shown him
just how much he meant to me. Pushing him back I laid him on our bed.
Quickly taking my clothes off I climbed on top of him. Lifting his shirt I
kissed first one nipple then the other. Chris's hands came to rest on my
head sliding through my thin brown hair. Inhaling I smelled his sweet
scent. Chris smelled so good. Lifting his shirt I pulled it over his head.
Stopping I kissed his lips again before going down his neck and over his
chest that was barely formed. I stopped to such each nipple before heading
down his stomach to his cute inner belly button. There I stuck my tongue in
and made him laugh as I tickled him. I was remembering all the things that
had been done to me that I liked, wanting to please Chris. Heading lower I
ran into the top of Chris's shorts. Unbuttoning his shorts I unzipped his
fly as far as it would good. There behind his little boy Mickey mouse faces
covered white briefs was a throbbing little hard penis. I watched as it
bounced to his heart beat. Running my fingers over the outline of his penis
I got a moan from Chris. Looking up at his face his head was back and eyes
were closed. Pulling his shorts down I left his underwear on.
"Hey, what about my underpants?" Chris said impatiently.
"Calm down," I said. "Just lay back and enjoy."
Throwing his shorts to the floor I kissed up the inside of his legs. Chris
absent mindedly opened his legs. Reaching his underwear I kissed the top of
his penis through them. Grabbing them I lifted them away from his body and
slowly pulled them down. Chris's whole body shudder from the feeling of
having someone else undressing him in this way. Sliding them down his legs
I then threw them on the floor too. Working my way up I licked is inner
thigh until I reached his cute little ball sack. The little balls inside
were so special to me. I sucked each one of them into my mouth one at a
time. Chris's breathing was fast as he was having problems controlling it.
I watched his penis jumping fast to his heart rate. Licking up I licked all
the way around it making sure not to touch it, torturing him, teasing him.
"Please... Dylan... I... can't....take....much...more..." Chris said
between breaths.
Giving in I took Chris's Penis all the way into my mouth. Chris's bottom
flew off the bed and he started moaning loudly.
"Ho, Ho, Ho!" he kept saying.
I knew he wasn't going to last much longer, so I started moving up and down
his shaft. With in seconds he screamed as he came. Moving my mouth I sucked
him for all I was worth. Chris was going thru his most powerful orgasm yet,
but I had no intention of letting this end. Without ever removing his penis
from my mouth I swung around putting one leg on each side of his face.
Laying down on top of him I put all my weight on him. As Chris lowered his
butt back to my bed I continued my oral assault on his penis.
Grabbing my bottom Chris tried to roll me off, but I wasn't going to have
any of it. I still remembered how powerful my second and even third orgasm
were when my grandfather did this to me.
"Dylan...Please... stop...I... can't... take... anymore." he pleaded.
Remembering that I had said the same things I knew he could, he just had to
get though the sensitive part. Chris squealed and trashed trying to get me
to stop. He even pinched my bottom so hard he drew blood, but I wasn't
going to stop. After a few minutes of struggling he calmed down and started
enjoying my servicing again. I started to explore his penis pushing my
tongue into his slit and pulling down his foreskin as far as it would go.
Chris was starting to moan again. Putting my finger to my mouth I reached
under him and started rubbing his boy hole. Chris lifted his bottom off of
our bed to give me better access. A few minutes later I was surprised to
feel his hand rubbing my boy hole. I started working his penis faster,
sucking harder. Chris was once again tried to push me up by my bottom and I
thought he was trying to get me off of him, until he told me different.
"Dylan raise up so I can play with you too." he said.
I was surprised, but happy too. He could do to me anything he wanted.
Raising up on my knees I was absolutely shocked when my penis enter Chris's
mouth. Getting over my shock I lowered my mid section so Chris could lay
his head back down on the bed. I quickly noticed that Chris was imitating
everything I did. He was trying to learn as I was sucking on him. I started
to speed up because I felt my orgasm coming and I didn't want to cum until
he did, but there was no way I could stop it with my penis in Chris's
mouth. As I sped up, so did Chris, making it even harder. To try to speed
him along, because I was going to blew any second, I wet my finger and
pushed it into his boy hole. Chris arched his back again as his second
orgasm hit. Screaming around my penis I came with him. Our orgasms seemed
to just go on and on.
Spent I rolled off of Chris and laid beside him. Pulling him to me we held
each other. Looking at me Chris said' Wow, you were right that was so much
better."
"I told you." I said.
"I know, I just wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't felt it."
Looking into his eyes we kissed again.
"I love you Dylan." Chris said melting my heart.
"I love you too Chris."
We laid there for awhile just enjoying each other and talked and Chris
started asking questions.
I wasn't surprised because I remembered asking my grandfather and Darren
some of the same questions, but I was surprised with his last one.
"Dylan I've been wondering, how do you know about all this stuff? I don't
remember them talking about two boys doing this stuff in that book."
"No, they don't. I whispered.
"Then how you know?
Looking into his eyes I said, "If I tell you, you have to swear to death
you'll never tell anyone." I said.
"I won't tell anyone." Chris replied.
"swear." I said.
"Okay, I won't."
"I said swear!" I said louder.
"Okay, I swear, I promise."
Looking into Chris's eye I could see he meant it.
I had once promised myself to never tell anyone, but I had already broken
that promise the day I told Darren, but that was different. Darren is my
cousin, I have known him my whole life. I knew he wouldn't say anything.
But Chris is just my friend. I had only known him barely over two months.
Can I trust him. I trusted him when he told me we could trust Dennis.
Should I do it again? Could I. Could I trust him with my biggest secret.
Chris watched me as I battled my own mine trying to decide if I should tell
him or not.
"It's okay if you don't want to tell me. I don't blame you after what
happened with Dennis if you don't trust me."
Chris looked like he was about to cry and it broke my heart hearing him say
that. That made my mind up for me. I would trust him, I would tell him
everything. Even the parts I didn't tell Darren. Though it wasn't going to
be easy.
Grabbing Chris's hand I rolled over facing away from him. Hugging his arm
to me I backed up into him. With Chris holding me I said. "No, I'll tell
you."
"I don't know when it started, I only know when I first remember it and it
was with my grandfather."
"Your grandfather? What happened." Chris asked.

This is only a part of Chris's and my story, but I'm going to stop here to
see how everyone likes it.
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