Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 22:45:10 -0700
From: aberration@hush.com
Subject: Queer Years Part Two

Queer Years
By: Aberration

A narration of a boy's introduction to sexuality by a peer who has been the
object of lifelong participation in adult activities, involves his best
friend and they wind up forming a sex club within a private swimming team,
just as the new boy had participated in his previous residence.  Story
Codes: b/b, m/b, oral, anal

Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of graphic sex between boys and
between boys and adult males.  If this story offends you, you are below the
age of 18, or such material is not allowed in your area, please stop
reading.  Also, this story is entirely a work of FICTION with no basis in
reality.  I do not endorse or condone this behavior in any way, shape or
form in real life. Use your mind only and let everyone else do the same.

Your critique is welcomed, and I will try to respond, send to:
aberration@hush.com

Part Two: Frank's Confession

Frankie Hines moved into our neighborhood just before he turned fourteen,
going into the eighth grade, at the same school my best friend Mike and
would start seventh grade at, in the fall.

Hi, it's me again, Craig Jones, remember? I'd just turned thirteen and was
completely naive, but had begun to `feel different' about things.  I'd
never had any kind of sex when only an hour or so after meeting the buff,
athletic older boy he had begun my own mysterious, terribly exciting and
confusing journey into the world of sex.

Right in the middle, well beginning of the middle, I was getting my first
taste of cock ever and he like, stops!

"Stop, shit that was close, man where'd you learn that?"

"I liked it." I said plainly.

I guess it was just so open and honest; he couldn't take it and began his
confession by admitting that far from his first time, he did this stuff a
lot and not just other boys.

"It all started when I was about six, I guess," he began after I encouraged
him.  It was an exciting time to begin with, Christmas just days away,
hustle, bustle, seeing Santa and relatives arriving, the house getting
crowded, sleeping arrangements cramped and Frankie was relegated to
sleeping on a an old army cot, so his mother's youngest brother could have
the small bed in his room.  Oh, his mom knew alright, he'd discovered much
later, knew Uncle Terry's reputation, the three or four times suspicions
had been raised, but managed to worm his way out of, knew her brother liked
to surround himself with kids, boys to be specific.

"He pulled me into my own bed three days before Christmas," Frankie said,
his voice quivering just a bit. "It scared the shit out of me, he was
completely naked and his dick was totally hard already. He spooned up
against me, and then took my hand and put it right on his cock and asked me
if I knew what it was."

"Wad'ya do?" I asked, enthralled, excited and confused that listening to
him tell what I knew was his molestation could turn me on.

"Nothin'" he said, "He reached into my pajamas and started playing with my
dick, he was kinda surprised, `cuz even then I was big, not like now, but I
was almost four inches hard then."

"He gave me my first tingles in my own bed," he went on, "Played with me
for about an hour I guess, making me tingle over and over and I was
starting to doze off when he put me back in the cot and went to the
bathroom. He went in there and beat off after messing around with me."

"The next day everyone else went shopping and we were alone. He took me
into the bedroom and took off both our clothes and I saw his adult cock for
the first time. He showed me how to take it in my hand and stroke it for
him until he shot gobs of his jizz all over his belly. Then he masturbated
me till I got my first real orgasm, not just tingling like the night
before."

"We were messing around the whole time after that and Christmas night after
all the excitement had worn down, he talked me into sucking him and letting
him squirt his stuff in my mouth. I didn't like it at first, after I'd
tasted it a little bit; it was kinda sweet, but salty at the same time. By
the time he got caught for real about four months later, I was letting him
spurt inside my mouth and swallowing most of it, but what I really found
out was that the kid he was caught with, this really hot twelve year old
who'd just started creaming, his cum tasted way better then my twenty-six
year old uncle's."

"My uncle Terry was a total perv, man, he couldn't stop himself from
molesting boys and I guess by the time that kid, Evan turned him in, he'd
done things with dozens of his students at the Elementary School where he
taught English at the fifth grade. I mean like pictures and everything. He
never took mine, but I saw his stash lots of times and there were lots of
different kids, man and lots of `em where you can see Terry sucking some
hairless little three inch boner, then the kid's mouth stretching over my
uncle's cock. There were over two hundred where you can see some kids
asshole stretched out as Uncle Terry fucked him."

"Funny, but they never questioned me, not once, mostly I guess because my
Mom blocked the way, but she never asked me either. In fact she encouraged
me when I wanted to "help Evan get over it".

"'Course the truth is, Evan loved having his cock sucked and knew he was
gay. He loved having Terry to have sex with, but the authorities had
badgered and hounded him relentlessly and he broke down. He felt guilty
enough to go through with it and sent Uncle Terry away for ever. I guess I
really did help him get over it, well at first anyway, because it only took
a couple days after everything was pretty much over for him to let me take
his pants and undies down and suck that sweet juice from his almost five
inch prong."

"It was totally one way, but I didn't care, I loved sucking his newly
furred cock, his cum is still the tastiest I've ever swallowed, but he got
another round of guilt trips and broke it off after only a couple of
months."

"Then when I was about nine, my sister, oh yeah, she's already in college
now," he explained, since I had no idea he had any siblings, "dated this
all-American like guy that got to like me, so I got to be water boy for the
high school, at practice and stuff. He was about seventeen when I met him."

Then he laughed kinda loudly, catching himself and pausing, listening for
any fatal footsteps.

"Turned out he REALLY liked me and it got to where I was spending more time
with him then she was, giving him lots more sex too!" he grinned
slyly. "Sex with Billy was really great, he made it lots of fun, it wasn't
scary and shit like that first time. He let me make up my own mind on how
far things went when he finally got up enough courage to try and sex me
up."

"He taught me to how to really enjoy it, I miss him, and I really do,
nobody ever since has giving me an orgasm just by fucking me, he was so
good I didn't have to touch myself."

"He went away to college to and nothing really happened for a couple of
years, oh I messed around with a few friends, mostly kid stuff, but my best
friend was Jacob was he one that got me join the swim team and that's where
I met Ryan, he was like fifteen I think."

The very toned and virile teen had taken my new friend under his wing the
first day he went to join and made sure that he knew the ropes, which
included new guys staying after to help clean up. This meant they were the
last people at the complex. Unbeknownst to my friend, the man who owned and
ran the club would watch as, his now too old and close to being a man,
young friend attempted to seduce the very cute new recruit, all through a
two way mirror.

Of course Ryan was successful, Frankie happily traded back washes, then
jacking each other up to erection and after rinsing off, a sixty-nine on
the locker room floor, lying on their towels, culminating with the teen's
load in Frankie's belly and my friend gleefully dry cumming multiple times.

"It was great again," the older boy told me, "The sex I mean, we got
together after every practice for about two weeks, sometimes after
school. He wasn't as good as my footballer, but he fucked pretty good, he
could last a lot longer then Billy, sometimes I'd get so sore I'd make him
yank it out and just suck it for him."

"Then he invited me to stay the weekend, except he didn't tell me it
wouldn't be at his house, we went to Matt's house, he was the guy that
started the club."

Matt Davidson had never acted on his true urges after he'd been caught
sucking the nine year old he was suppose to be babysitting when he was
seventeen, and allowed to escape punishment. Masturbation and a couple of
flings with young, boyish looking freshman while he was a junior and senior
in college were his only outlets. He had devoted himself to swimming, only
to have it all blown by a lousy hamstring.

Until he started the Dolphins swim club with an insurance payoff, more so,
exactly why he started the damn thing in the first place, he'd gone ten
long years without what he truly desired. The operation was barely six
weeks old when the first boy literally presented himself, a single parent
product, lacking in male influence that quickly idolized the first man who
paid him more than a passing bit of attention.

Matt would never forget when he finally could resist no longer and talked
the boy into receiving a massage, stripping off his tight little suit and
exposing the boy's smooth, silky eleven year old body, totally devoid of
hair, just a light blonde dusting that matched his platinum head laced
about his forearms and calves. Stroking, massaging and slipping oiled hands
over every sensuous inch, lovingly kneading the tight, firm globs of boy
cheeks, slipping up to roll the tiny testicles between his fingers, then
flipping the completely complacent boy onto his back, sliding his fingers
to the slim, three inch boy stalk and stroking the tense, quivering little
boy into a squealing, thrashing and satiating dry orgasm.

When he had to move away a year later, they'd done everything, including
letting Matt take his cherry and take the first Polaroid's to start his
collection. Matt simply kept his eyes peeled, then manipulated a very nice
twelve year old, green eyed, blonde haired youngster that was almost always
tumescent while showering with his peers, again using what would became the
most reliable method, the massage.

It was the boys' first orgasms and like many of his peers was hooked at
first, until the fascination wore off and guilt would sometimes take
over. After a few weeks or months the relationship would come apart or the
boy would suddenly break it off. Some wanted to `be straight'; others found
that their peers were more fun, whatever would happen, Matt would move on,
slowly discovering that the pursuit, seduction and the first time were his
nucleus of excitement.  The firsts that occurred with each virginal or
barely aware youngster, helping him discover the first pleasures of
sex. The anal pleasures, how sucking can be exciting, plugged by your first
cock, or sticking your barely maturing cock inside a slick warm sheath, all
these could keep most of his conquests interested for at least a few
months, but in the end, they all would move on, keeping their secrets.

There were more then several incidents within the club as well, the
installation of special glass, a one way mirror, several viewing portals
into the toilet and shower facilities, spending large amounts of cash on
special cameras, all to capture and witness the naked bodies of over 30 to
40 developing young males, at the clubs peak. Many unsuspecting lad, and
more then a few couples, had performed the common right of burgeoning young
youth before the hidden eyes and cameras of the obsessed pedophile as he
masturbated furiously to each new occurrence.

"By the time I met him," Frankie went on seriously, "He was really into
just watching, especially like with me and Ryan, the older teen guy
seducing an innocent little guy, making movies and taking all kinds of
pictures."

"That's what we did that whole weekend, he only made Ryan suck him off
once, but he did butt fuck me a lot, `cuz I was really into that, as much
as he was."

"Before we moved here, I was doin like Ryan, getting little guys to sex
with me, so Matt could take movies, and then fuck the shit out of the
kid. He's still there, man, groomed my replacement, this totally hot
seventh grader that had a bigger dick then me!"

Coming soon: Chapter Three Breaking in Mike; Craig's new friend helps him
initiate his best friend.