Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2006 12:26:17 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: PABLO'S STORY

This  is a homosexual fantasy and as such will contain unprotected sex,
which, in this  day and age is unwise to say the least; but it is a fantasy. If it
is illegal  for you to read such material, for any reason, please leave  now.
Hi,  I'm Pablo, but when my story began I was Paul, this is the story of how
my name  came to be changed.
My  Father worked for an International meat processing and packaging company.
When I  was 2 years old he took up a position in a country in South  America
as General Manager. He took the whole family with him; my  mother, my four
elder sisters, the youngest being six years older than me, and  me of course. I
grew up surrounded by woman as my Father did a lot of travelling  to ranches
and factories scattered around the country. Because my Father didn't  think the
local schools were any good I was schooled by my Mother and my sisters  until
I was 8 when a succession of dry old men took over my education. I was a
quick learner and my lessons were from nine  a.m. to midday then one  until three,
four days a week. Friday was free giving me a long  weekend.
We  lived in a large old house on the outskirts of the capital, it had been
owned by  an old Grandee and because he'd never married he'd bequeathed the
house to the  city. He'd died some years ago, and the city had maintained the
house with a  skeleton staff of three women and an elderly gardener. It was
rented out when  required and so my Father had rented it. My room was in the
attic, about a third  of the space available, the rest of the attic was sealed off.
It was a very  large room with a large double bed and   a sitting room area,
there was a  separate bathroom and toilet, the bath was a massive cast-iron
affair. As I grew  older it became a playroom and study as well. It was my
little kingdom, a haven  from the rest of the house. My Father only employed more
women to work in the  house and gardens; he didn't want men around my Mom and
sisters. The women  weren't allowed to bring their children with them, and
there were no boys my age  amongst the few English friends my family had; so I had
to amuse myself but I  enjoyed my own company.
The  old Grandee had built up an extensive library and I loved to read, so if
I had  no lessons I'd either be in the library or riding my bicycle, another
passion,  around the massive, mainly overgrown, gardens. My Father never used
the library;  he had his own books in his study. My Mom didn't approve of
sunbathing so when I  was outside I always wore a large, floppy straw hat and
baggy long-sleeved  cotton shirts and baggy cotton trousers, just like the native
peasants.  Consequently only the backs of my hands were tanned, the rest of my
body was  lily-white.
All  of my family were short, my Father was 5ft 5, and my Mother was just
5ft, full  grown I'm the same height as Mom, and I've always been thin, so you
can imagine  that when I was in my teens I never looked my age. In those days I
had a mop of  dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. Although short and thin, and a
bit of a nerd I  suppose, I was reading adult books from the age of 7, I was
sexually precocious.  There were lots of illustrated medical books in the
library and I was soon  looking up things about the human body, well, the male
human body, I wasn't  interested in women's' bodies at all. I suppose I was 9 or
so when I started  playing with my little cock, bringing myself to dry
orgasms.
When  I was 11 and a bit I was in the library one day when I noticed that one
of the  mouldings on the fire surround was much shinier than the rest. I took
hold of it  and pushed and pulled, nothing happened, but when I twisted it a
small secret  compartment slid open in the library wall next to it. Inside,
lying on top of a  long wooden box was an envelope. I picked it up and opened
it, I found it  contained several sepia photographs, the first one showed a
naked young native  boy being fondled by a naked, black haired, thick-set, goateed
older man. My  little cock stiffened immediately, and, stuffing the envelope
under my shirt, I  ran up to my room after closing the secret compartment.
In my  room I shucked out of my clothes and threw myself onto my double bed
lying on my  side. I took the photos out and looked closely at the first photo
again; the boy  was older than I first thought, he was probably 16 or 17. He
was sat on the  older man's knee, the Grandee I presumed, because the photo had
obviously been  taken in the library, who had the boy's stiff, uncut cock in
his hand. I'd never  seen another stiff cock before and I was amazed at how
much bigger it was  compared to mine, which at that time was a thin 3-1/2 inches
long when stiff with  a loose foreskin. I estimated that the boy's cock was
nearly 6 inches long and  much thicker than mine. Because I had no pubic hair I
was surprised at the large  bush of hair at the base of his cock, but his ball
bag was hairless like mine. I  looked closer, the Grandee's legs were apart
and rising from a wiry black bush  was, to my young eyes, a massive cock, half
as long again as the boy's and  almost half as thick again. Although old the
detail and quality of the photo  were excellent, obviously professionally taken.
My  cock, which had softened slightly, stiffened again, but I resisted the
urge to  play with it until I'd seen more of the photos. The second photo showed
the boy  on his knees with half of the Grandee's cock in his mouth; the boy'
s cheeks were  hollowed as he sucked. The boy had his own cock in his hand
with his foreskin  pulled back, and his knob shone under the strong light. I
couldn't stop myself;  I furiously started to toss myself off. Picture number
three showed the boy  still on his knees, but the Grandee's cock was now pointing
at the grinning  boy's face which was covered in cum! In picture four the boy
had stood up and  was pointing his cock at the seated Grandee, there was a
string of cum cumming  from his cock going towards a dollop of cum already on the
Grandee's hairy  chest.
My  head went light, my heart pounded, I gasped and the best feeling ever ran
 through my stiffened body as my first ever spunk exploded from my cock,
soaking  my top sheet and narrowly missing the photos. Gulping in lungs full of
air I lay  back on the bed as I slowly came around. Cumming was amazing! It had
made me  feel so good all tingly and breathless, and my sticky little cock had
remained  stiff. I'd seen a boy take a man's cock into his mouth, something I
'd only  vaguely thought about, what a turn-on it had been.
With  the sheet I carefully cleaned the spunk off my hand and turned to the
fifth  photo. I gasped, the naked boy was lying on his back on a table, and he
was  holding his legs behind his knees pulling them apart so that his slightly
hairy  bum-hole was in view. His still hard cock lay up his belly. The
grandee stood  side on, his cut cock hanging limp down his leg. My eyes widened, the
Grandee  was holding a black object against the boy's bum-hole, the thing was
about as  thick as the Grandee's cock when hard and was as long as the boy's
cock. Number  two showed it buried all the way inside the boy's bum, he'd
let go of his one  leg, the Grandee was holding it back, and with his free hand
the boy had pushed  his stiff cock back until it pointed at the ceiling, I
could see a trickle of  precum down the shaft.
The  third photo showed the boy in the same pose, but this time the grandee
was  pressing a longer and slightly thicker black, cock shaped object against
the  boy's bum-hole. (A dildo and the boy's pucker I found out later). Number
four  had the dildo buried to the hilt, and I noticed that the Grandee's big
cock was  stiffer. Number five had the Grandee pressing another dildo against
the boy's  pucker; this one was a pink ribbed pole, probably 15 inches long and
as thick as  the first one. In number six I couldn't believe it but ALL 15
inches were buried  up the boy's hole, and his cock's stiff shaft (it was still
pushed to point to  the ceiling) was covered in his spunk, you could even see
it bubbling from his  cock slit. The grandee's cock was fully stiff in this
photo. Of course I was  tossing myself off as I looked at the photos, they were
really turning me on,  and in the back of my mind was the growing idea that I
wanted to have done to me  what the Grandee was doing to the boy.
The  last three photos showed the Grandee holding his big cock against the boy
's  gaping hole; number two had his cock buried up to his big hairy balls and
the  last had the Grandee holding his cock as his spunk covered the grinning
boy's  balls, half hard cock, and belly. I turned onto my back and speeded up
my  wanking; I groaned loudly as my cock erupted for the second time and my
hot  boycum shot out onto my heaving belly.

End of part 1. If you have any constructive criticism, or anything  you wish
to share with me, contact me at _INSILVA92@aol.com_ (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com)
 Love Paul.
Copyright 2006