From: an272013@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an272013@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat,  3 Jun 1995 01:53:20 UTC
Subject: Roger and I  (pedo)

Roger and I drove up a dirt lane through towering pines and stopped at
the rear of an A frame cottage near the shore of a large lake. It was
the beginning of Summer, and I intended to relax here at my parents'
cottage until Fall, when I will enter graduate school.  Roger is my
girl friend Linda's cousin, who is to stay with Linda's family until
school begins in the Fall.  He attends a posh boys school in the East.
He is getting a good education; he speaks grammatically and in
complete sentences.  Roger is twelve years old.  He has taken a liking
to me.  Since we first met at Linda's house three weeks ago, Roger has
followed me around like a puppy.

I forgot to say that my name is Tom, Tommy to some.  It was Linda's
idea that I come up to the cottage with Roger, who was getting on
Linda's nerves.  He is a typical twelve year old, who acts childishly
at one moment and then insists that he's not a kid, at another.  I
like the kid.  He's smart, cute and she sometimes floors one with
unexpected, almost adult bursts of sardonic humor, usually at Linda's
expense.  Linda and her eleven year old sister Cindy will join us in a
week.  Most of the Summer I shall be here alone, which suits me fine.

The first day our time was spent cleaning out the cottage, which had
been closed since last Autumn.  Then we went into town for supplies.
Finally, in mid afternoon, we put on swim trunks and jumped from our
dock into the chill water.  We splashed about for awhile, but soon
climbed out and sunned ourselves on the dock.  For the rest of the day
we went about in our swim suits, during which time I noticed that
Roger had a very attractive boy's body.  That night we slipped on
shirts to protect ourselves from the chill night air.  At bedtime we
could not get to sleep, so we talked.

I asked Roger what it was like to attend an all boys school; I had
gone to public school.  He then told me stories about his school, most
of which had a sexual aspect.  He told me that during the past school
year almost all the boys in his class had begun to masturbate.  At
first there were just a few boys doing it, and they kept to
themselves, a special club, as it were. They would meet together in
groups of two or three, sometimes more, to masturbate.  As the school
year progressed more and more boys joined the club, which as a
consequence lost its exclusivity.  Eventually, with most of the boys
doing it, the class population divided between those who did it alone,
hiding; those who masturbated with friends; those who masturbated each
other; and those couples, who would stand apart from the others, and
would frequently disappear from sight for an hour or two.

The young boys spread the wildest and lewdest rumors about those
couples.  Older boys would often try to join these groups, with little
success.  Occasionally, an older boy would hit upon one of the kids,
sometimes with success.  I found Roger's stories enormously funny,
especially the way he told them. Roger would not say where he fit in
the sexual menangerie of his class, and I did not press him; I was
twelve once.

We fell silent for awhile.  Roger then astounded me with the words,
"Tommy, let's jack off together.  I feel like it.  Do you?"  I really
did not know how to respond.  As a suggestion it was innocent enough,
and I could use some relief.  But then, it was illicit.  It was very
dark.  I could barely see Roger.  "What the Hell," I said, and got up
to get the Vaseline and some towels,.  When I returned, we stripped
and I lay down on the mattress. Roger moved closer to me.  We shared
the Vaseline and went to work.  It did not take long before we spewed
our semen over our chests and bellies, grunting.  We toweled off the
mess, pulled the sheet over us, and soon fell asleep.  In the middle
of the night I awoke to find Roger's arm around me and his body
pressed close to my back.  I fell asleep again.

We awoke almost at the same time.  Bright sunlight filled the A frame,
warming its interior.  The sheet had been pushed to the bottom of the
mattress at some point and we lay there on our backs, naked, with
erections.  Roger emitted a childish giggle, leaped on me and we rough
housed.  When we had calmed down, our cocks were still stiff.  His was
little more than four inches in length and thin.  Mine was six inches
long and also quite slender.  Because of my skinny dick, I think I
have always preferred very petite girls, like Linda, fearing that
larger women would scoff.  Roger leaned over and got the jar of
Vaseline, scooped out a gob and said, "let's do it again."  What the
hell, I thought.  But Roger continued, "but this time, let's do each
other," and he grabbed my cock and smeared it with petroleum jelly.
"I'll do it first," Roger announced, as he knelt beside me, sliding
his little hand up and down my shaft, expertly massaging my glans in
the process.  I was speechless, appalled, and turned on.

I lay still, looking into Roger's cute, impish face, and felt the
coming orgasm.  The first large stream of cum struck Roger full in the
face, coating his nose, lips and chin with my goo.  But his did not
miss a stroke, and he finished me.  HE then grabbed a towel and
cleaned his face, but not before I saw his tongue dart out and lick
his lips.  "My turn," he announced in delight, as he sprawled face up
on the mattress.  I had never before touched another guy's cock, but,
shit, I thought, there's a first time for everything, and Roger is
really a pretty boy.  I sat beside  him, my knees bent, and applied
the Vaseline to his little pecker.  With my hand at the base of his
shaft the tip of his glans was just visible next to my thumb.  It felt
exotic, holding and stroking this boy's cock.  It felt good.  I
noticed that my unoccupied hand was on roger's soft thigh, when he
wqueezed his legs together, trapping it.  He soon came, and I finished
him off with my fingers, avoiding his sensitive glans.  OUr bodies
were smeared with cum, his and mine.  Roger lifted himself up fro the
mattress, threw his arms around my chest and kissed me on the mouth.
I smelled my own semen on his face.  It was only then that it occurred
to me that I was being seduced by a twelve year old boy.  Straight as
I am, I was thrilled, and I kissed him back with some passion.

We lay together in each others arms, both of us realizing that we had
crossed an awesome threshold.  We abandoned ourselves to each other,
carressing, kissing and licking.  I tasted cum for the first time,
when Roger's cock exploded in my mouth.  We were in a 69 position, and
with my mouth full of his semen I nuzzled his gfroin and inner thighs
with my face as he sucked me.  I felt my orgasm approaching, and with
my first powerful spurt, ecstasy consuming me, I swallowed all of his
cum..  After half an hour, during which we stroked and kissed each
other, I rolled Roger over onto his stomach, spread his beautiful,
soft legs, lubricated my cock and gently fucked him in the ass.  He
then fucked me.  We showered, dressed, and walked, hand in hand, out
to the dock, where we sat and discussed how we were going to spend the
rest of our lives.
      
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