Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2005 05:16:15 EDT
From: Garry4u2004@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: PETER

This story is of a true nature but places and names have been changed.


I was in my favourite place an old bombed out synagogue, my flat is just
around the corner and I could hide in here for hours, it always felt safe
even though it did not look it.

Loads of Jewish bibles just lying around but every time I found some I
would pick them up and stack them tidy.

I am Peter and I am 11 years old, dressed in a white shirt that is about
two sizes too big for me and the same for my grey trousers, I am also
wearing grey socks and plimsolls.

I am playing my usual game, nothing just sitting around but this is my
place and I am happy, I have no friends because my mum always calls me in
at 6 in the evening for bed.

Today mum gave me my usual sandwich for tea and sent me out to play, the
sandwich bread and dripping again, but at least it was jam yesterday.

I go straight to "my place" and watch the evening sunrays shinning
through the holes in the roof, suddenly a noise; I stay very still and
wait to see who it was.

It turned out to be just a man in his 20's so I just stay where I am and
maybe he will go, but oh, no he saw me, came, and sat next to me.

"Hello" he said, "my name is Joe what's your name"

"Peter" I replied.

"Hello Peter, I saw you come in and thought you might just get hurt, but
I can see you know your way about"

I told him that I often come in and play on my own and he ruffled my hair
and laughed. He asked how old I was and what school I went to and I soon
got to like him, seemed a nice person and friendly too, we sat and
chatted for ages, until I said I had to go and he walked out with me.

Over the next few weeks, we met nearly every day and begun to form a
friendship that I had not had before, he started to bring a few things
like biscuits and a drink.

It was a warm July day no school as we had broke up for the summer
holidays but as usual we were not going anywhere, I decided to go to "my
place" had an idea of moving some of the stuff about and clean out this
one room that seemed intact.

I was dressed in a blue t-shirt and black shorts the ones I use for
school sports, plus grey socks and plimsolls.

I was working away when I heard a noise, it was Joe and he asked what I
was doing and I told him, he thought it a good idea and helped me move
the heavier stuff.

We sat down and took a break, it was warm and I was sweating, he
suggested I took my shirt off which I did, he was looking at me and then
said gosh you are filthy, I said yes mum would tell me off.


"Hey" he suddenly said, "we have a few hours, how about you coming over
to my place and cleaning up a bit then she won't know"

It sounded a good idea, and I put my shirt on again, he laughed and we
set off.

His place was just in the new flats that use to be the sugar factory, on
the forth floor, we went in and he turned the water on for the bath.

"Won't take long," he said and went into the bedroom, he called out to me
to come into the room and I found him sitting on the bed. "What time do
you have to be in" he said.

I told him 5 which was about 3 hours away, "Those clothes are filthy will
your mum tell you off for being so dirty" he asked

"Yes" I said.

He left the room and went into the bathroom, the bath was ready and he
called me to get into the bath, he stood by the door as I undressed and
he took all my clothes and I got into the bath.

About ten minutes later he appeared at the door which wasn't closed and
sat on the chair facing me,  he asked if I was okay and ready to get out,
the water was really dirty but he didn't seem to mind,  I said yes, ready
and he held a towel for me to wrap myself into.

I followed him into the bedroom again, he sat on the bed and pulled me to
him and started to rub the towel all over me while it was wrapped round
me.

Then he undid the towel and with another but smaller towel he rubbed my
hair and slowly went down my body, I started to feel awkward as he got to
my waist but I felt I had better not say anything. He continued to wipe
my bum area and then came round to my front, he dried my cock and balls
and help I started to get hard.

He carried on pushing my foreskin back and then went under my balls and
down both legs, he beckoned me to lie on the bed and he dried my feet, I
could see my cock bouncing from side to side.

"You seem to enjoy that by the looks of it" he said smiling and looking
directly at my cock but also looking into my eyes, I could only grin a
reply and he sat next to me, "You are a big boy for your age" and took
hold of me.

Shit I thought, he's touching me, how can I stop it getting harder now,
no one ever seen me hard and never touched me, help, what'll I do.

"Relax, I won't hurt you," he whispered and started to slowly rub my cock
up and down, pushing my foreskin back as far as it would go, "Nice" he
kept saying.

After a while, I stated to feel good and thought what the heck, he is
only doing what I do in bed and it does feel good, so I closed my eyes
and just let it all happen.



He stopped and I felt him get of the bed so I opened my eyes to see him
taking his clothes off, he sat again naked next to me then laid down and
pulled me close saying "You alright"

I said, "Yes but what you gonna do"

"Nothing that you won't like, just relax"

So I did, he again took hold of my cock as he turned so his feet were up
by my head, I looked and could see his cock semi hard, I thought, he
wants me to touch him. I have never done that, he picked up my hand and
placed it on him, I had no choice but to hold him so I copied what he was
doing to me.

I leaned up slightly on my elbow and watched what he was doing and copied
but then he suddenly put my cock into his mouth, shit I am not doing
that, I thought, how uck, but it felt good what he was doing.

I watched intently as his head bobbed up and down the length of my cock,
oh God, it felt good, he was making slurping noises and those noises when
someone is enjoying themselves.

I gingerly licked his cock and as I did he moved his body towards my
mouth so I let it slid in opening my mouth wider to accommodate him, not
bad I thought, so I carried on and soon he was pumping my mouth, "Suck it
like a straw" he suddenly said. Therefore, I did.

I started to feel very light headed and a slight pain in my ass, his
fingers were slowly forcing their way into me, I wanted him to stop, yet
I did not.

He moved away from me and knelt at my bottom lifting my legs over his
shoulders I then saw his head disappear into my ass, I felt his tongue in
me, that's when I panicked a little he was going to fuck me, I heard it
hurts a lot. No, I do not want this I kept thinking while his tongue went
deeper into my ass.

He stopped, turned me over on my tum and then I knew it, I could feel his
fingers again, in and out of me, no, it's him, shit, he's fucking me, it
doesn't hurt at all, then my breath is taken from me, fuck that, that
hurt.

I screamed, he stopped then slowly started to pump me again, it was
hurting, yet again it felt wonderful as his stroke pushing in and out of
me got longer and faster and harder.

He stopped, holding me tight, then my insides felt hot and he started to
pump me again, slowly, slowly and stop, he pulled out of me, turned me
over and sank to the bed taking my hard cock again into his mouth and
sucked me till I exploded into his mouth.

We laid together for what seemed like ages, and then he cleaned himself
and me up.

"Drink, I think," he said and trotted off into the kitchen naked, calling
me to follow so I did.





While I stood naked drinking he was at the washing machine, he had
cleaned my clothes and dried them too; he laid them on the table and sat
on the chair, pulling me into him he said, "You enjoyed that didn't you"

I said "Yes"

"First time, I take it"

"Yep" I said sheepishly

"You did great and I'd like us to do it again sometime if that alright
with you"

"Yes, I'd like that, I think"

He grinned and said to get dressed but after I put on my pants he said,
"Hey, that looks great, I love seeing boys in their underpants, will you
stay like that for a while"

So there I was, just in a small pair of white pants with him looking at
me, well you can guest, and it was not long before I was hard again. He
pulled me into him and ran his hands over my pants both at the back and
at the front causing my cock head to pop out of the waistband. He took me
out and slightly turning me started to wank me off.

Slowly he turned me so I was feeling his cock on my ass again, he pulled
my pants down as he rubbed my cock, I felt his cock between my ass
cheeks, then he said, "Let me see how far you can shoot this lot." He
quickened the pace and before long I exploded once again hitting about
the forth square tile on the kitchen floor, "Wow, Great," he shouted as I
shot once, twice three times onto the floor.

He gave me a tissue and I got dressed, "See you again soon, yeah"

"Please, I enjoyed this afternoon" I replied

"I could see that" he laughed

I left feeling as if I was on clouds.