Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2008 11:59:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Gale Adams <tothestable@yahoo.com>
Subject: m/m young friends "Me at Nine" Chapter 3

Me at Nine
Chapter 3
   By
Gale Adams


(Any responses too my story would be deeply appreciated. I hope you like
it.)


There was a novel once called "There Should Have Been Castles." I read
it years later as an adult. And thought the title should have been for
Marcus and me too.

We had been friends, the greatest babysitter ever, and me, the luckiest
kid alive, on through winter and into spring. I always hated the color of
spring coming and the cold winds and snow going away for another forever.
But it didn't matter this year, goodbye Winter, it was nice with the
snow and the snow slides and the snow balls and the snow man and the ice
skates, cause Marcus was there with me then.

How much fun it was when his parents were away on winter vacation. We
would come in from the cold having packed everything in on a snow day,
having skid and slipped and fell and held hands getting up again, our
coats and our gloves and the chill wind blew. But inside his house it was
warm and wonderful and we would have hot cocoa and we would play with
each other and get naked and play sex games. I came up with more than my
mind could have conceived.

And I wanted to hear the words from him. Instead, he showed me how he
masturbated and when he came the great silver fountain spray and I licked
it all up like a puppy would and he held me in his arms and I lay naked
me on naked him. It came, those days, in a torrent of ands and run on
sentences. It was all so happy that it fell down on us like blessings.

Marcus let me fuck him finally. I was so afraid I would hurt him now that
my dick was almost a tiny inch longer (he and I measured often, like
parents measuring by pencil marks on the door frame, how tall their
children had grown; we had much more fun with our ruler.)
His dick was six inches exactly. He said mine might grow to be bigger
than that. I couldn't imagine my dick being as huge as his. He had nice
soft dark pubic hair. I liked to kiss it. And his abdomen. And his
thighs.

I remember that first time he let me fuck him^×my tiny penis hurting him?
Oh I know now, but then it was something that concerned me greatly^×I was
afraid of injuring him. So we did it. Front to front. Lying on his bed.
The green spring taking the challenge of the dying winter and winning
over it handily.

I kneeled on the bed and held my hard on while he lay before me, his legs
spread wide. We had used KY Silk on my dick and on him^×down there^×. He
held my arms, then my hand as he sat up and guided me in. It was like in
Ali Baba and the 40 Thieves the Open Sesame truth the secret grotto where
the children of all time live. It was hot and tight. He said tonight we
would both be non-virgins there anymore. I shivered. That meant he was
going to do me. With that big pulsating dick of his, which made me
afraid, him being Marcus or him not being Marcus.

So I entered him. He sighed and started moving his head from side to
side. I wondered how it felt. My little boy penis in his fifteen almost
sixteen-year-old body. He was doing it because he was nice. Later on he
said he did it because he so wanted to. That older boys never turned him
on like I did. Which made me glow with pride. As I fucked him.

Yes, me, Toby, no friends, crazed mommy, no chance really but to be
scared every day of his life like I had always been-scared of what, I
never was quite sure, but scared most definitely, nevertheless. I moved
to his rhythm. We were like in synch. I put my hands to my hips as we
fucked, like I was riding a bike on a dare, and I put my arms in the air,
look ma, no hands. But my little cock fell out of him. We both laughed.
As he helped me put it back in its new home that it never wanted to
leave.

I played with his hard dick, that soft winter day, confusedly so, because
tomorrow it would be in the sixties and all the snow would melt, like
dying before our eyes. But today it had been deep winter like it had been
all the season long, as I fucked my "lover" shh^ĹToby and I played with
his dick with my hands. Pushing it back and forth. Holding it. Tightly.
Loosely. Both hands. One hand.

How big his body felt to me. Course he was not really big at all. It was
just in comparison. The snow was falling fluffily down, not knowing what
tomorrow's heat would bring. The wind howled but a little less passion
and power in the sound of it. I was fucking my "lover's" shh..hole and
I felt a cum a cummin' as my whole body tensed every single muscle of
it. Marcus held my back and my head and leaned upward to see my cock in
his boy hole as I came and came some more, dry cum, but like Marcus said,
it's still fun, isn't it? And I had to agree with that.

It was incredible to come in someone. To feel them all round you. Butt
muscles closing in and out. Warm. Inside a person you think so much of.
It was the first time I would fuck him but not the last, though he would
only fuck me a bit, with just the head in though I begged for all of it.
He was afraid he would hurt me. I fell on him now and we were both
panting hard, as he mighty cock unleashed without either of us making it
do so, a huge load of cream on his chest and on mine.

"Hey, Marcus, we're stuck on each other."

And we laughed and pulled apart, said yuk a lot, as he went to get the
old towels, they had OLD towels in this wildly expensive home of his
parents? You would think in this magic castle, I guess there did turn out
to be, on thinking about it, a castle for us after all, that nothing
would have the audacity to get old or dirty or anything but perfect and
spotless and bright brand new. Live and as they say learn.

Later, still naked, in the bathroom, cleaning ourselves us and then a
warm shower, and after wards, we dried each other off, as he kissed me
from the top of my head down. He asked me what it was like to fuck him. I
got kind of self-conscious^×being that area of the body and all^×so he
never asked again, understanding.

After we dressed and got our breath back, Marcus suggested a walk in the
evening winter to say goodbye to it, the idea of which made me heartily
sad. But he pulled my face to his at the table where we were having a
bowl of snow cream Marcus fixed perfectly for us^×nothing of food in the
world tasted as delicious^×and he kissed my mouth.

"Seasons are sad, only if there was someone back in one of them and he
is not there anymore and it taints everything."

I understood nothing of that. So he tickled me and we laughed and fell to
the floor and he said he wasn't going anywhere and I wasn't^×was I?
^×he seemed concerned for a moment, like he shouldn't have asked, so I
said quickly as possible, "Nope. Not getting rid of me that easily."

And we got up, put on our coats and walked out into^×spring. God. The
weather had not waited till tomorrow to kill the snow and the cold. It
had come tonight at exactly five thirty five and I held to Marcus, who
just said we can go back inside and put our coats up, that shirtsleeve
weather was pretty marvelous too. So Toby hugged me. He said that the
snow would be back again in some months. I asked, will we play in it? He
smiled and hefted my whole entire body up to his chest, as we were on the
porch, as the snow was melting and the ghost of a summer wind blew.

He said, "I love ya, kiddo." And it didn't mean what I wanted it to
me, you know, guess that's kid's stuff, but he said he loved me and I
hugged him tight enough to break his bones as he said, his face close to
mine, in the warm air covering us like a map of tomorrow. He held me as
he opened the door to his rock and brick palace castle, took me to the
living room, turned off the now that we knew the truth stifling heat.

We undressed in front of each other, by the sea blue couch, on the rich
thick carpeting, taking the same thing off at the same time. He had just
bought me a huge watch with a thick black band, called a clock watch. He
told me it looked so sexy on me, especially when I was naked totally
otherwise.

We lay on the floor by the bathroom door as he said, "Toby is a great
name. You know. Toby Tyler." I asked who that was. He said it was a book
and movie and TV series about a boy who ran off to join the circus.

I said he wouldn't have done that if he had had Marcus around." I let
him play with my penis and he let me play with his. We were getting hard
again. So I crawled onto his chest, sat there, and rubbed my penis coral
pink it was as he opened his mouth and I stuck it inside, so he could
suck me off. He would put his hands on my butt and massage me.

It was neat coming in his mouth and knowing some day I would truly come
there for sure. I couldn't wait.

It was getting on toward ten o'clock, I could tell by my new clock watch
given to me by my friend and "lover" shhh..so it was time to get going.
Mommy would be home in an hour and everything. His parents were coming
back late tomorrow night. So this feast of Marcus and Toby would have to
be curtailed to every Thursday night, and some other nights of the week
when mommy went out on dinner dates and to a movie and stuff.


He had wanted to buy me a heavy new winter coat some time ago. But I
refused. I said, No, and he knew not to ask me again. The clock watch
though that was different. So I carried my thin jacket over my arm as we
walked out side to see by porch lights and streetlights, that the snow
was virtually gone, when there had been such a lot of it before. Tomorrow
would not be the occasional preview of spring we had had for a few weeks,
but the real thing.

I felt a tremor in my throat at the thought of it. Some days it had
gotten so hot, grass had begun to grow, and flowers poked up from the
ground. Winter gave it a good try, but now it had officially been lost
forever.

I kissed Marcus, asked "Next Thursday?"

He said, "You bet."

I walked down the steps to his parents' sidewalk.

I turned.

I wanted to ask, "Forever?" But that would be something a child would
ask. Immature and all.

So I waved once more. He waved back. I walked home, happy, in spite of
spring, or maybe this year, because of it.

Herman Raucher, you are so right, "There Should Have Been Castles."Hsd