Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2017 20:55:33 -0500
From: Dylan Adler <dylanra88@gmail.com>
Subject: Love can be a hard lesson, part 3: A Boy love story (M/b)

Love can be a hard lesson, part 3: 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 2017 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 3


     We laid there for a while just enjoying each other and talked and it
didn't take long for Chris to ask the question I knew he would. Most of
them didn't surprise me because I asked allot of the say ones, but I was
surprised with his last one.
"Dylan how do you know about all this stuff? It can't be from the book?"
"No." I said.
"Then how?"
Considering, I said, "If I tell you, you have to swear to death you'll
never tell anyone."
"I won't." 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. Though Darren is my cousin, I have known him my whole life
and I knew he would never say anything. But, Chris is just my friend. I had
only known him just over two months. Should I trust him. Could I trust him.
I trusted him when he told me we could trust Dennis. Should I do it again?
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. If you don't trust me I don't
blame you after what happened with Dennis."
     Chris looked like he was about to cry and it broke my heart. It was
all I needed though to make up my mind. I would tell him everything, I
would trust him. Though, it wasn't going to be easy. Grabbing Chris's hand
I rolled over facing away from him. With Chris holding me I said. "No, I'll
tell you. I don't know when it started, but I can tell you my first memory
of it and that it was with my grandfather."
"Your grandfather? What happened." Chris asked.

     Sitting here remembering my past I still find it hard to explain even
as an adult. Today I still can't fathom how at such a young age I ever
managed it and I know if it wasn't for Chris I never would have.

     My grandfather had emphasized so many times that our play had to be
kept a secret. That it couldn't be told to anyone because no one else would
ever understand. And if I did I would be harassed, made fun of, scolded,
out casted and punished. But, if I could keep the secret I could continue
to have fun, feel good, be special, unique, cherished and loved. Something
I realized later in life as a child, I wanted, needed and desired.

     My first memory is from the summer of 1973. My sister and I were sent
back east to stay with our grandparents for the summer. I was told this
started the first summer after I was born. During that summer my grandma
and sister went to stay with my great aunt, my grandma's sisters for the
weekend, leaving grandpa and me alone. After my bath grandpa wrapped me in
a towel and carried me to his bed. Laying me down he started kissing my
neck. I couldn't help giggling. Kissing down my neck he opened the towel
around me as he went lower. Stopping on my chest he Kissed and licked first
one nipple then the other. Kissing down to my belly button his hands
followed on my sides. I was no longer giggling as my body sent new feelings
to my young brain. Though it hadn't been touched my little two-inch
circumcised penis was at full attention. I couldn't help gasping out loud
and throwing my hips up off the bed when my grandpa took my penis into his
mouth. I couldn't believe it. It was such a gross thing to do. I knew it
was bad, wrong, even dirty and that my parents wouldn't want me doing this.
But, my penis was sending feelings to my young brain that felt better than
anything I had ever felt. I felt like I was sent to another world as the
feelings I thought couldn't get any better did. My first orgasm hit me like
a freight train sending my young thoughts, emotions and feelings into over
drive. I spammed over and over again trying to release the sperm my little
body didn't have.

     After that day, I thought about it allot. I loved the feelings I got
and became hooked and it wasn't just the physical feelings either. Grampa
always told me how good a boy I was, how cute, special, desirable, and how
much he loved me. Emphasizing this was how two people showed their love for
each other and he hoped it showed how much he loved me. When I asked him
why my dad didn't do it too, he told me because my dad didn't love me
enough.

     Chris listened intensely as I talked. He was very intrigued, almost
obsessed with desirer when I told him about anal sex. He wanted nothing
more than to stick it in me right then, but I was still scared remembering
the mixed feelings of pleasure and pain.

     In the spring of 1977 my dad became a full partner at a large law firm
in Hollywood. With the new increased income, my parents decided to buy a
bigger house. Luckily for me they liked were we lived so bought a house
just outside the housing track of our old one. The house sat in a line of
custom built homes and was the last one up against our old housing track.
The house was three stories and huge. I had my own bedroom and bathroom on
the third floor beside my sisters. My parents quickly added a game room to
the back of the house with a pool table, bumper pool table, air hockey and
pinball machine. The game room quickly became my playroom where I setup my
train sets and Lego town. The house was really nice, but I loved the
grounds the best. The house had many acres of land to play in, something
that wasn't usual in southern California. Soon my dad added a big swimming
pool with a water slide, a tennis court and basketball court.

     My father's new job was very demanding and he had long hours. As time
went on I would see him less and less. He was a caring person, but when I
was younger I always felt he loved money more than me.

     My mom worked as an interior designer so in no time had our house
looking like the inside of a grand palace. Though I knew she loved me
dearly her work took her away from me allot and like my father I saw her
less and less. In time this would make my parents find me a babysitter.

     Though Chris and I missed our club house, between my parents and
sisters new schedule, my room and the grounds more than made up for it. The
house was so large we could just about have sex anyplace we wanted and not
worry about being caught and the best part my room had its own locking
door. Though with my parents and sister now being so busy I really didn't
need it. It was here in my new room that I allowed Chris to have anal sex
with me for the first time, we were seven.

     I now know it all came about because I felt sorry for him. A few days
earlier Chris told me his stepfather moved out and took his little brother
with him. Though Chris complained a lot about his little brother he also
loved him a lot and now it was just him and his mother.

     Surprisingly I had held Chris off for almost a year because I was so
scared it was going to hurt. I was shocked, surprised and amazed how good
it felt. I still remember every detail like it was yesterday. I was quite
all the way to Chris's house as we walked home from school. I knew what I
wanted to do, but was still fighting with myself trying to get the nerve up
to do it. It wasn't until we walked into my room that I made up my mind.

     Leading Chris over to my bed I stuck my hands under his shirt as I
leaned in and kiss him ever so lightly. I could never get enough of him I
though as our tongues dance inside our mouths. Laying him back on the bed I
climbed up on top of him. Sensing no protested from Chris I bundled up his
shirt to his armpits and pulled it off over his head.

     Chris remained lying there sedately, stretched out with one leg
slightly bent outward. "Kiss me again." I heard him say as I put my right
arm beneath Chris's shoulders and neck. I lifted his head slightly as I
lowered my own and watched as his eyes close in anticipation.  I brushed my

lips softly against his own and he giggled in response. I playfully pecked
at his lips and my left hand roamed over his bare chest occasionally going
low enough to stroke over his penis. As I explored inside his mouth, I
could tell he was getting into it now. Kissing down his neck to his nipple
I sucked on one before heading to the other.

     Chris and I had made love so many times we now knew what each other
liked and what each other loved. I knew Chris loved for me to suck on his
penis more than anything else, but I also knew after today that was most
likely going to change.

     Kissing down his stomach I unbuttoned his pants while I licked his
belly button. Unzipping his fly I kissed his penis through his underwear.
Chris squealed in delight. I too was on the verge of over load. The feels
going through me had my heart racing faster than ever before. The sexual
feelings were high, but nothing compared to the over loading of emotions I
was feeling as I tried to psych myself up to allow Chris to penetrate me.

     Pulling Chris's pants and underwear off I slowly started moving his
foreskin up and down. At the same time, I was wiggling out of my own
clothes. Once we were both naked I knew it was now or never. I had to do
this before I lost my never. Stopping for a second I grabbed the bottle of
baby oil I had put in my night stand a few weeks ago, hoping then I'd have
the nerve to do it. When I started pouring the baby oil on Chris's penis he
became a little disappointed thinking I was only going to masturbate him
instead of sucking him. Jumping over him and landing on the bed beside him
I quickly pulled my legs to my chest and told him to enter me.

     Chris's eyes became as big as the moon with a smile that lit his
entire face. "Are you sure?" Chris asked.

     "Yes, of course I'm sure", I said.

     Chris slowly climbed between my legs and I felt his penis as it
touched my bottom. After a few seconds of uncertainty, he tried several
times to push his penis into my bottom, but failed. Chris was shaking so
bad, either from fear or anxiety he couldn't put it inside me. Hoping to
calm him down I started to rub is back and tell him I loved him. Looking me
in the eyes he brought his lips to mine and kissed me. I knew then that I
wanted him in me.  Reaching between us I helped to line him up. A few
seconds later I felt my bottom open as his penis entered me.

     Luckily Chris was an average size for his age and slipped in easily.
My fear was replaced with absolute joy as nothing but pleasure went through
my body.  From my head to the tips of my toes I tingled. Within seconds
Chris was on auto pilot pushing his penis in and out of me giving me more
pleasure like never before. Anyone who doesn't believe that fucking isn't
instinctual has never seen young boys having sex, because Chris was giving
it to me like a seasoned professional.

     Within seconds my little body was rocked by a series of very strong
orgasm. Hugging Chris to me I became connected to him and nothing else. The
pleasure built and build almost as if Chris's penis was driving it into me.
Time stood still as I was lost in his love. Chris was also lost to all
others as his primal instincts took over. Orgasm after orgasm we had until
both of us were exhausted and coved in sweat. Rather it was five minutes or
fifty-five I can't say. Though it was one of the most wonderful times of my
life.

     A half hour later I would have all I could do to just walk down the
street. Though I loved it more than anything I ended up being quite sore,
much to Chris's dismay. Later that night I had to lie to my parents telling
them I fell off my bike to try and cover up my strange predicament.

     Lying to my parents was nothing new. Just after we moved into our new
house my stories and lies started to catch up with me when my parents
caught me in one, when I accidently blew up our TV set. I loved learning
how things worked so had a bad habit of taking things apart, but didn't
always get them back together again correctly. When it caught fire I swore
to them I didn't do it, that I was nowhere near it when it happened. When
they had it repair the repairman found one of my toy screwdrivers in the TV
set and it was obvious I lied. My parents started questioning other things
that happened and things I said figuring out I had lied about a great many
things. After that my parents had a hard time believing me.

     The next few months were tough as my parents questioned everything I
said or did. Even when I told the truth they didn't believe me. I got
spanked for lying; I got spanked for telling the truth. I quickly learned
it didn't matter. If someone said it was me or if something looked wrong,
felt wrong or my parents thought it was wrong. I was the one to blame and
the one to get punish.

     Sometime that Fall the neighbor at the north end of our property the
one between Chris and my place moved and the feuding between the new owner
and me began. It started when I was riding back home on the wall. I was
just about to the middle of his back yard when he came running out of his
house yelling at me. I looked up to see who it was and rode off the back of
the wall, falling the six feet to the ground. I got the wind knocked out of
me and was scraped up pretty good. I was crying and picking myself back up
when he started yelling at me. Looking up I could see him looking down on
me over the wall. I became mad and started yelling right back calling him
every name I had heard in my seven years of life. Which being from
California was allot.

    To make things worse he called my parents and told them what I had said
. After my lecture and spanking I swore I was going to get back at him. A
few days later I cut of all the valve stems of his and his wife car.

     Just before Christmas my mom started making my sister and I go back to
church. My dad's side of the family were all Mormons or how I liked to call
them "morons." But because my aunt and uncle were really big into it they
managed to persuade my mom into making us go. I pretty much hated it.
Spending three hours on Sunday was just too much and I tried everything I
could to get out of it.

     The one good thing about church was we met a nice family with six
kids. Randy was a year younger then I, Rick was a year older, and Robert
three. In no time at all we became good friends.

     There were also three sisters, but I only remember the oldest, Roberta
because she became my babysitter and good friend. She was someone I could
talk to and count on. She was never judgmental and always listened to what
I had to say. I quickly became dependent on her and asked my parents to
have her be my babysitter anytime they went out, which was often and they
agreed.

     Roberta was a great babysitter. We'd played games and watch TV. She
cooked for me, help me with my homework and tuck me in at night. She even
helped in the bath and helped me into my pajamas. My favorite time with her
was when she held me on her lap and we'd talked. It was there that I told
her my deepest and intimate secrets about Chris. Secrets I knew I could
never share with my parents. Secrets I knew only she would understand.

     Like so many times before my Parents wanted to go to Las Vegas,
something they did allot. Sometimes we'd go, but most times we didn't. I
usually stayed home with Roberta while my sister went and stayed with our
older cousin Kristen. This weekend Roberta also had to watch her two
younger brothers so brought them with her, which I was glad to hear. We all
camped out on the family room floor, had allot of fun and became good
friends.

     A month after the Las Vegas trip and a day before Easter break my
parents decided to go to Hawaii. They told my sister and I we couldn't go,
that they had hired Roberta to babysit us. My sister through a fit, but in
the end a compromise was reached and they let her go and stayed with
Kristen instead, which made me happy. My parents told me that they were
leaving in the morning and Roberta would be here when I got home from
school.

     The next day I couldn't wait to tell Chris. All night I dreamed of all
these things we could do. I saw no reason why we couldn't spend the entire
week together.  That is until Chris told me he was going away to stay with
his grandparents for the week. To say I was devastated isn't an
understatement. I went home in tears.

     When I got home, Roberta was there to meet me like my parents said.
Running to her I place my head on her shoulder and cried.

     I spent the next few days moping around the house pretty depressed. On
the third day, I was lying on the couch watching cartoons when Roberta told
me she had arranged for her brothers to come and stay over.

     That night we slept downstairs in front of the TV. After Roberta went
to bed I decided I wanted to show how big I was so put on my dad's Debbie
Dose Dallas Video. The same one I showed Chris and Dennis a few years ago.
Though I think Randy was a little shocked both boys really liked it. It
also had the side effect of getting us all very excited. I had always found
Randy cute and now I wanted to get into Randy's pants so I decided to tell
him a little about what Chris and I did. Surprisingly Randy wasn't at all
interested, though Rick was. After Randy fell asleep Rick started rubbing
my back and asked me if he could take off my shirt, which I let him.
Watching Randy's face, I gently felt him up while his brother did the same
to me. Lying on my stomach Rick went from rubbing my back to rubbing over
my pajama covered bottom. After rubbing over my pajama bottoms for a while
with no resistance from me, he removed them. Not wanting to be the only one
naked I pulled down Randy's. Being naked from head to toe Rick had free
range of my body as I did his brother. I loved the look and feel of his
little hard circumcised penis. Leaning back and looking into Ricks eyes he
brought his lips to mine. In seconds, I had an orgasm. The next thing I
knew he had his penis going in and out between my legs as he continued to
masturbate and kiss me. I fell asleep in his arms only to be awaken the
next morning by Roberta. Seeing all three of us were still lying naked on
the floor I thought for a second we were really going to get it, but then
remembered this was Roberta I was talking about and she didn't say a word.

     In the summer of 1978 my sister and I went to Maine for a month to
stay with our grandparents. On my second night there my grandfather asked
me if he could put his penis in my bottom and I told him no.  He was a
little surprised, but told me anything we did was up to me, so didn't. I
liked the masturbation and oral sex though, so told him we could still do
those. We didn't do it a lot, because I didn't spend that much time at my
grandparents.

    Just before we arrived my mother's younger brother got married to my
aunt Becky. Becky loved and adored me taking me everywhere. We went to the
movies, Old Orchard beach and to toy stores. Sometimes my sister would come
too, but mostly it was just Becky and me. I spent many nights over at her
and my uncle's house. My uncle was great too. He was a mechanic and taught
me about cars. I spent hours in his garage watching and listening to story
after story about cars he had fixed. I listen wide eyed when he told me
about a car that someone had put sugar in the gas tank and what it did. I
immediately knew what my next prank was going to be on the jerk next door.

     I was only home for two days when I sneaked outside after dark and
poured a whole bag of sugar in his gas tank. I told only Chris and asked
him to keep an eye on it for me. Chris called me a few days later and told
me a tow truck was at the house next door. I rode there as fast as I could
and laughed like crazy when I watched a tow truck tow his car away.

     The next night our neighbor came and told my dad that his car had what
the mechanic believed to be sugar in the gas tank. He also said he knew I
would be the only one that would do it. Of course, I denied the whole thing
and because it would cost my dad money if he didn't, he backed me up.

    Unfortunately for me in 1978 Mrs. Jensen would start teaching a mixed
class of first and second graders and I was one of them. Every kid in her
class who was a second grader got harassed because all the other kids
believed we were held back. Since it was my third year in her class the
older kids really picked on me about it. Unfortunately, my size didn't
help, though I was one of the older kids in my class I was still one of the
smallest.

     In January of 1979 I discovered my parents had signed me up for little
league and I was put on my first team. Talking to Chris I was surprised and
overjoyed that him and I were on the same team. When our game schedule came
out my parents became worried. Being so busy my parents didn't believe they
could fit it in, or me, more to the truth of it, into their busy schedule.
In the end, they asked Chris's mother to take me to our games. After a few
games, it was decided that it would be easier on everyone for me to just
stay the night before the game and I did. Which would change the
relationship between Chris, his mother and me forever. Because, no matter
how hard we tried we couldn't be in the same bed for long and not make love
to each other.

     It was the first night I was staying over before a game and we had a
three-day weekend. My parents had arranged it that I could stay the whole
weekend. Chris and I had been playing outside before dinner when his mom
called us in. When she saw the state of us she couldn't believe how filthy
we were and told us to take a bath right after dinner.

      Once in the tub Chris and I couldn't help groping one another and it
wasn't long before both of us had little boy boners. Staring at one another
we both smiled as we thought the same thing, but before we could do
anything about it Chris's mom came in to help us out of the tub.

   Our little boy boners hadn't subsided as she helped dry and get us into
our pajamas, luckily, she didn't think anything of it. Ushering us off to
bed Chris and I ran to his room with his mom following close behind us.

    While watching Chris climb into his bed I had this overwhelming feeling
to throw off my clothes and rip his off too. Though at the same time I knew
I couldn't. The intense emotions of love and desirer were mixed with
feelings of loss and what I can only describe as despair, which brought
tears to my eyes. Standing frozen beside the bed looking at Chris I heard a
soft voice ask what was wrong. Looking up I saw Chris's mom coming towards
me.

     Though I wasn't her son while I was there she never treated me any
different than her son. Sitting on the bed she pulled me onto her lap and
held me. She quickly assumed I was home sick and tried to comfort me. After
a while she tucked me in beside Chris and left us alone. Holding me Chris
wanted to know what happened. I explained how badly I wanted him and it was
the over powering emotions I felt when I realized I couldn't. I also didn't
know how I was ever going to manage it for three days.

     The next day we had our game and won five to four. The parents, all
except mine took the whole team out for pizza. There was this new place
call Chucky Cheese that had just opened in town. We would spend the next
four hours playing and having fun.

     Once back at Chris's we took our bath got into our pajamas and settled
in for the night. We were in the family room watching a movie when I
started having those feelings again. Chris was lying on one couch while I
was laying on the other. I fought them for a while before I walked over to
Chris and laid down in front of him. Snuggling against him Chris put his
arm around me and we continued to watch the movie. I guess I fell asleep
because when I woke up again I was in Chris's bed with him sleeping beside
me.

     It wasn't until the third night that everything changed. Chris's mom
had a full day planed for us. We played miniature golf, went to a movie
then out to eat before heading back home. Once in the tub we had a similar
episode like the first night and we got out hard again. Though this time I
could tell Chris wasn't going to let this go.

     Once into his room Chris chucked his pajamas before jumping into his
bed and I followed suit. A few minutes later Chris's mom came in to tuck us
in and kiss us goodnight.  Noticing our pajamas on the floor she picked
them up and asked what was up. Chris quickly told her it was too hot, which
wasn't true, but she left it at that. Once she was gone we rolled together.
My arm went around Chris's neck as his went around my chest. Face to face
we smiled to teach other and knew what the other wanted.

     "We have to be careful." Chris said.

     "I know." I replied.

    When our lips and penises touched all presences of being careful went
out the window. I wanted him and he wanted me and that was all that
mattered. Rolling onto his back Chris pulled me on top of him. Our kissing
intensified as I started humping myself into Chris.  The next thing I knew
I was on my back, Chris was between my legs when I felt his tongue on my
penis. Letting out a giant gasp as my penis disappears into his mouth.
Stopping to hush me Chris reminded me that in his house noise traveled
easily. Up and down Chris went as I tried to contain myself by throwing my
hands across my mouth. I felt as he went lower and lower until his tongue
found my hole. Masturbating with one hand while his tongue and other hand
played with my bottom. I was on the verge of orgasm when Chris stopped.
Crawling up my body he brought his penis to my mouth and I sucked him in. I
sucked every inch of him as he humped my face before stopping and bring his
face to mine, kissing me deeply. I instinctually brought my arms around his
back as my legs went around his bottom. I squealed in delight when his
penis entered me. Chris started slowly trying to keep control of his own
lustful feelings. In and out he went as we both lost all knowledge of when
and where we were. The sounds of two making love drifted down the hall to
Chris's mother and it didn't fall on death ears. In the middle of his bed
Chris pounded me like he had never done before. The bed squeaked, our
breathing fast, as we gasped and screamed. Chris and I didn't even stop
when the lights came on. We were completely oblivious to everything and
everyone around us. I came with shutter and scream with Chris right behind
me. We laid there still connected basking in our afterglow of our orgasm
when I noticed the light was on. Looking to the door I saw Chris's mother
standing there in complete shock. Tapping Chris on the shoulder he looked
in the direction I was and immediately roll of me. Chris's mom came out of
her trance and told us to get dressed and then come stairs. You can't
imagen what does through your mind at a time like that. I thought
everything from losing Chris forever, to my parents sending me away, to
them actually killing me and burying me in the back yard. Whatever was
going to happen I knew it wasn't going to be good. We redressed ourselves
in complete silence and head down stairs to see our fat.,

     It only took us a few seconds to find Chris's mom. She was sitting in
the family room staring at a blank TV. I was actually surprised to see her
there. I expected to find her in her office on the phone to my parents and
was very grateful she wasn't.

     Chris entered the room and sat on the couch beside his mother. I on
the other had sat on the other couch trying to control my tears. One of the
things I remember was how Chris didn't cry and here I was about to ball
like a baby.

     We sat there for what seemed like an eternity before Chris's mom said
anything. In that time, I had all I could do to keep from breaking down and
balling. Though the tears were running down my face I just wasn't making
any noise.

     Turning to look at Chris I heard her ask how long this had been going
on.  In any other circumstance, Chris's answer, would have delighted me to
no end, but then I thought it was only going to put one more nail in our
coffin.

     "I've loved him ever since we met." Chris said.

     "No that's not what I mean. I mean how long have you two been having
sex, you know that sex is what you to where doing right?" she asked.

     "Yes, but we weren't having sex we were making love." Chris replied.

      I could tell that Chris's answer wasn't what she expected it even
surprised her because she didn't know what to say at first.

     "I'm guessing you discovered this from that book?"

     "More or less." Chris said.

     Turning in her seat she gently turned Chris's face to make him look at
her. "No honey I have to know. Has anybody else touched you like this
before, or talked to you, shown you or anything like that?"

     My eyes opened wide. Oh, no was he going to tell. Was Chris, the one
who swore to me he'd never tell, going to break that vow. I could fathom
what was going to happen if he did as I waited to hear how Chris was going
to answer.

     "No mom we saw a video too, but it was mostly just the book."

     "What video?"

     "The one they made us watch from school."

     I relaxed a little when I released my doubts were wrong.

     "Oh." She replied.

     It was all she said as we waited and she complimented what she was
told. I sat and listened to the clock as it ticked away. Second by second
until I couldn't take anymore. Pulling my knees up I hugged them to me and
broke down sobbing.

     The next thing I knew Chris was on one side of me and his mom on the
other both with a hand on me. Rubbing my back, she told me it was okay.
Over and over she told me it was okay, that we didn't do anything wrong.
That if we weren't forced to, or had some adult show us, it was okay. It
took quite some time, but I finally managed to stop.

     We then talked for what seemed like hours. She wanted to know
everything we had done and why we did it. She focused greatly on how we
knew and came back to it repeatedly and every time she did I cringed. When
Chris accidently let on he found out certain things from me she would ask
me again if someone had touched me. Over and over she would ask until she
finally gave up. In the end, she told us she understood and believed we
loved each other and because of that and only that, she wasn't going to
make a fuss over it. She told me she wasn't going to tell my parents that
when the time came it would have to be up to Chris and I. Though she
emphasized that we had to be more careful because there were many people
that wouldn't understand. When the clock struck midnight, she sent us off
to bed. We took off our pajamas climbed into bed and holding each other we
fell asleep.

     In the summer of 1979 I was eight and was told my sister and I would
be returning to Maine for four months. On hearing the news Chris was
devastated. I too was upset, but knew there was nothing I could do. My
parents were going on a trip around Europe so we were being sent to our
grandparents. I tried without success to not go, from staying with Chris to
having Roberta stay with me, but in the end, nothing worked.

     After being picked up in Boston we were told most of the family, some
I had never met were going on a camping trip. We were also told our
favorite aunt couldn't go because she was due with our cousin at any time.
My sister and I were a little reluctant about going because we wanted to be
there when our cousin was born.
     After a four hour trip into the woods of up state Maine we found a
clearing in the woods and setup camp. Here my grandfather introduced me to
his brother, my great uncle. We spent two weeks in the woods and had a lot
of fun before we returned.

     A week after we returned from our camping trip I was outside playing
when my grandfather called for me. Running to him he told me he needed to
go to the hardware store and I needed to go with him, but I needed to
change first. I didn't think anything of it because my grandmother and
sister were at the laundry mat doing laundry. I had also been playing in
the stream behind their house and gotten all wet. Heading into the house my
Grandfather handed me a change of clothes. A shirt, a pair of socks and
some sweat pants. I quickly removed my clothes down to my underwear and
started to get redressed when he stopped me, telling me that they were wet
too and to take them off. I knew all my other ones were with my grandmother
being washed so told him so. He told me to just put my sweatpants on
without them and I did.

     Fifteen minutes later we arrived at a house and not the hardware store
where I was told to get out. Having never been there before I just stood
there. Placing his hands on my shoulders my grandfather walked me up into
the house and proceeded to guided me through the house. We headed into a
back room where three men were sitting on a couch behind a coffee table,
one being my great uncle. Picking me up my grandfather quickly removed my
clothing and stood me on the coffee table. Holding me there I stared at the
men while they looked me over.  I was so embarrassed I wanted to run, hide,
anything, but I couldn't get out of my grandfather's grip, so I started to
cry. I stood there as my grandfather held me, frozen for what seemed like
an eternity before my grandfather turned me around. I looked up into my
grandfather's face and what I saw frighten me, no expression at all.
Seconds felt like hours until I heard someone behind me say "He'll do."
Picking me up my grandfather placed me on the couch between the two men I
didn't know, turned around and headed out the way we came. Without a
backwards glance, he left me there. I was momentarily in shock as I watched
him leave. I tried to scream to him not to leave me, but couldn't get my
voice to work. Instead all I could do was cry.

     The man I had met before tried to comfort me. Kneeling in front of me
he put his hands on my thighs telling me everything was okay. The man to my
right started to rub my back as the man to my left put his hand on my
shoulder. I watched the hands of the one who knelt in front of me as they
moved up my thighs closer and close to my penis. As he started to rub me
the man to my right started rubbing my stomach. I was having troubles
making sense of things. I was seeing it all, feeling it all in slow motion.
I felt my shoulders being pushed back against the couch, but before I could
do anything to stop it, I realize it had already happened. With my whole
body now exposed to them things started happening faster as my brain caught
up. I was fully brought back to reality when I felt the man in front of me
take my penis into his mouth. As he sucked on me the man to my right
started to kiss my chest. I had lost track of the third man and didn't
realize he had gotten undressed. It wasn't until he dangled his penis in my
face that I noticed he had. After removing my penis from his mouth the man
picked me up, spun me around and laid me down on the couch. Then the naked
man straddled my face while another man got between my legs. I couldn't
help the overwhelming feels that had started to take over my body. Their
talking, rubbing and oral sex they were giving me calmed me down; even
brought me to a sense of peace. Without meaning to I started to enjoy the
feelings I was getting. Then when a penis was placed at my mouth I did what
my grandfather had always told me to do, suck it like a candy cane which I
did. I serviced the penis in my mouth with long, slow and deep strokes
bring the man to a powerful orgasm. Then the man who was on our camping
trip picked me up and held me while the other man laid on the couch.
Placing me face down between his legs he put his penis to my lips and I
started on number two.

     It wasn't until he got on top of me that I got scared and stopped and
tried to wiggle out from under him. Holding me down he assured me all he
was going to do was go between my legs which he did.

     I sucked on the man for as long as I could, but my mouth was already
tired from the one before so I stopped. He had me masturbate him while the
other man continued to go thru my legs. I finally felt the man stop and
then cum on my back before getting off of me and bragging to the other two
how good I just felt. Then the one I had been masturbating got up and got
behind me. As I lay on the couch I felt the man go between my legs. As he
moved back and forth the man I knew left the room leaving me with the two I
didn't know. The other one came over and started rubbing my back and head
while the other continued. He went for a few minutes before he started
complaining. Then the other man took some of the cum on my back and smeared
it into my crack, pushing his fingers into my bottom. I cried out and tried
to get up only to be held down by the men. The next thing I knew I felt the
man force his way inside of me as I screamed and cried. The man sitting
beside me started yelling at me to shut up as he pushed my face into the
couch as the other yelled how much better the inside of my bottom felt. I
don't know how long he took but finally he came inside of me and stopped. I
laid there with my face still buried in the couch crying, glad it was over
only to cry again as the two of them switched. The last thing I remember
was the two of them telling me what would happen if I said anything before
they left the room, leaving me naked and crying on the couch. Sometime
later I was riding with my grandfather back to the house. I don't remember
how I got dressed or how I got into my grandfather's car. I just remember I
was so angry with my grandfather that I didn't speak to him for days. His
only reason to bring me was to pimp me, his eight-year-old grandson, out to
his friends.

     Even today I find it hard to explain the feelings and emotions the
sexual acts that were committed against caused. I felt embarrassed, fear,
pain, scared, terrified and betrayal. But mixed with those were joy,
excitement, arousal and pleasure. I never felt so confused in my whole
life. When it was over the last thing said to me was they'd kill me and my
whole family if I told anyone. When it was finally over I crawled into a
corner and cried.

     A week later our grandparents put us on a plane to head back home. I
was glad to be leaving, but became more and more afraid the closer we got.
I was dying to see my mother and wanted to tell her everything that
happened, but was afraid to as well. It was all I could think about for the
five hour trip. When we finally arrived at LAX I ran into my mother's arms
and started to cry. My mother tried to comfort me and get me to stop,
because I was upsetting my father. I was breaking his number one rule,
never make a scene in public and I was. Taking me from my mother my dad
told me to stop this nonsense or face the consequences when I got home. No
matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop. All the way to the car I cried and
the more I did the madder my dad got. Once in the car my dad told me I was
going to get it when we got home which made me cry even more.

     My parents argued all the way home. Once home my dad took me to my
room, removed his belt and told me to lower my pants. Looking at him I did
what I was told. After spanking me a few times my dad asked me why I acted
like such a baby in the airport. It took a few more swats before I blurred
out everything. My dad was shocked for a second before he accused me of
lying and making up a disgusting story before spanking me even harder. I
never spoke of it again.

     For my actions in the airport and making up preposterous stories I was
grounded for the next two weeks. I so wanted to see, talk and hold Chris
that the two weeks were more painful than the spanking.

     We had only a week before school started when I was finally done with
my punishment and it couldn't have been better timing.  My parents were
going out of town for the weekend and my sister was staying with friends so
I knew I had to talk mom into letting me stay at home. It took a little
persuading, but in the end I did.  Not only did I talk my mom into letting
me stay, but to get Roberta to watch me and allow Chris to stay over. When
mom got off the phone and told me everything was all set I knew this was a
win, win situation for me.

     After my parents left and Roberta was settled in I ran to Chris's
house. The moment I saw him I jumped into his arms and kissed him,
embarrassing him a little because I did it right in front of his mother. I
quickly apologized and told her I had just missed him so much. She told me
she understood and that Chris had been moping around all summer missing me
too. On the walk back to my place Chris and I filled each other in on what
happened over the summer. I so wanted to tell him what happened to me, but
I couldn't. I was so afraid he'd look at me different so I decided not to.

     The day was great it was like we had never parted. We rode bikes,
played ball, went hiking, swimming, played games and talked. It felt great
and I felt nothing could ever get in between the two of us. That night
after dinner, we snuggled up on the couch to watched a movie, but I didn't
see any of it. My mind was consumed with the feels and emotions of the rape
just weeks before. Though I didn't know or see it that way then and it
would take years before I allowed myself to admit it, it is what it was. I
was scared, I wanted Chris, I wanted to give myself to Chris and he had
already told me he wanted me, but I felt scared. How could I be afraid of
the one I loved, but how could I ever allow anyone to do that to me again.

     We were still snuggled together on the couch and I was still in deep
though when Roberta came in to kiss me goodnight.  After she left I quickly
chased after her and asked her if I could talk to her?

     "Of course, sweetie." She said rubbing my cheek.

"Do you think it okay that Chris and I love each other. That we do stuff
others would call us gay for, or do you think were sick?"

     "No, its okay I know how much you two love each other and there is
nothing wrong with it."

     "Are you sure?" I asked "I know my dad would kill me if he ever found
out."

     "I know, your dad like so many others just don't understand that it's
okay for people like you and Chris to love one another. They can't see how
special or precious you are and don't you dare let anyone tell you
different"

     "Now, go back to him and remember your doing nothing wrong as long as
two people love each other it's never wrong, in fact it's a beautiful
thing."

     Because of the past events I really needed to hear that and thought of
nothing else walking back to Chris compilating what I just heard. Looking
Chris over from head to toe, I could see what Roberta meant, he was
precious. He had beauty to him that I just never saw before and I knew what
I wanted, what I needed. Which was to be loved by someone who loved me.

     Without a word, I took him by the hand and lead him to my bedroom.
Removing his shirt, I placed my hands on his shoulders and brought my lips
to his. My mind cleared as my fears were forgotten. Time stood still as our
tongues touched. We stopped just long enough for Chris to remove my shirt.
Kissing down my body Chris lightly pecked one of my nipples before doing
the other. I was on fire feeling waves of pleasure shoot from head to toe.
Placing my hands on his hips I pushed at his pajama bottoms and they fell
to the floor. Copying my move, I felt mine drop to the floor as well.
Stepping out of them Chris laid down on my bed. He looked so good, so
seductively I could have died right then and been happy.

     Placing my hand on his ankle I slowly moved up his leg. I could feel
just how perfect his body was. His calves and thighs firm but smooth. His
stomach and chest were strong and oh-so-soft. My mouth was watering, and my
mind was confused. It felt so different then when I was with those men.
There I felt lower than the center of the earth. Here I felt higher than
the sky and it was all because of love. I had never felt this way about
anyone before and I knew I was in love with him and heard myself say it. "I
love you Chris"

     My heart leaped when I heard him tell me he loved me too. Both of our
bodies tingled as my hands caressed his balls. I sat on the side of the bed
staring at them while I played with them. Moving them from side to side and
lovely caressing them. The top of his penis was so lovely as it was barely
noticeable poking out from under his foreskin.

     Losing out to my desires, I leaned over and sank his boyhood into my
mouth. Rolling his penis around my tongue I continued to caress his balls.
Moaning lightly, Chris started to stir, breathing heavily his eyes slowly
opened smiling at me. Smiling back around his penis, I continued to give
him all the love I had. Within minutes, Chris was bouncing around the

bed as his orgasm shook him, he moaned loudly, hell he screamed loudly. I
knew there was no way Roberta wasn't going to hear Chris's tender and
primeval moans of love and desire.

     Moving up his body I stared into his face as his orgasm sufficed.
Opening his eyes he grabbed me by my shoulders and kissed me. Laying on top
of him I vast in the enjoying of his closeness as I saw in his eyes his
love for me. Kissing me all the way up to my ears, he whispered, "I want to
make love to you."

     My smile must have lit the room. "You know how?" I asked quietly.
Smiling, Chris rolled me onto my back as he looked me in the eyes.

     "Yes," he said as he lightly stroked the side of my face. " I have
loved you ever since the first day I met you."

     "I know, I heard you tell your mom," I said wiping a tear away, "Why
didn't you ever tell me?"

     "I thought you'd hate me, and I couldn't handle you hating me."

      I always knew how sensitive Chris was, but I had never seen the love
and

desirer in his eyes that I saw now.

     I felt his love as he kissed my chest as he headed towards his goal.

Reaching my penis, Chris didn't even hesitate and lovingly took me all the

way into his mouth. Unable to control myself, I threw my hips up to meet
his face as

my orgasm went through my body.

     When Chris released my penis, it was still hard as a rock wanting more,

needing more. Climbing on top of me and raising my legs to meet my chest, he

inserted his penis into me. Chris slowly slid his penis in and out of me as
he kissed me passionately.

     Chris took me to places I never knew existed. With his hands feeling
the

sides of my chest and his tongue battling with mine, his penis found

pleasures in me that I didn't think possible. His love seemed to have no end

while his sexual desire drove him on. Orgasm after orgasm we went as Chris
had his

penis pounding me without mercy. Time seemed to stand still, and after
having so

many orgasms so many times that I lost count, we came one last time. It was
then

that my strongest feelings came, and it felt like I was dying. Totally
exhausted we fell asleep in each other's arms.



This is another part of Chris's and my story I hope you liked it.

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2 it because of you I continued the story.

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