Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 22:16:34 -0800 (PST)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sean

This story is alluded to in the DANE series found in the youth adult
folder. I think it is #7 or 8. Anyhow, this is a true story, well, about
98% of it is. I do still think of him. He was truly my first love.

I first met him when I was 19 and he was about 3 months shy of 15.  I had
just moved back from the city to live with my grandmother while I attended
community college in our small town. She lived in the country about 7 miles
out of town and another mile from a main highway. If it seems like we were
a bit isolated, we were, no car and relying on the bus and friends or the
occasional family member who volunteered to take her to town to shop.

Sean was the youngest son of a lady that had moved to the neighborhood
fairly recently and had befriended my grandmother.  There were no other
young people for miles, so his mother was quite insistent on him meeting
me. I was not all that sold on the idea. She was an older lady, nice but
kinda trashy and I didn't hold any hopes for any of her offspring. I was
dead ass wrong on that account.  When I first saw him I almost had insta
bone.  A big kid, he looked easily a year older than he was, he had flaxen
hair and baby blue eyes with a way cute, almost babyish face that lit up
when he smiled.  We hit it off immediately and I soon discovered that he
was more than able to beat the shit out of any boy within 3 years of his
age and had fought with guys my age and older. He always won unless it was
his older brother he was tangling with. He had even mixed it up with his
father once and laid him out. Sean was an angry boy and had the strength,
determination, and skill to back his anger up. The whole time I was with
him however, he never laid and on me or even threatened to, even when I
accidentally put a long scratch in his pride and joy, his 57' Chevy.

As I said, we hit it off immediately as I was pretty much a "bad boy" like
he was.  Somehow, early on the subject of sex came up and I found that he
had an ex girl friend and had reportedly fucked her a couple of times. He
also admitted that he had fooled around with a male cousin of his and I got
the impression that it happened much more than once or twice and that he
liked it.  I knew I liked boys, had for years, but done very little to act
out my fantasies. I was fairly physical myself, not feminine in the least
so was able to play the role of being a man's man, or boy's boy so to
speak.

Sean and I both liked to drink beer and one night he walked over to our
house with a 6 pack, he had already been drinking.  My grandmother always
went to bed quite early, so we sat in the living room in the dark, well
there was some light. The yard light shone through the curtains so we could
see a little. We drank and chatted and I suggested he spend the night
instead of walking home since he was drunk.  He agreed, and so took off all
but his underwear and laid on a blanket on the sofa.  I could kinda see his
bulge but no definition. I had noticed it before through his jeans, it
didn't look small. I asked if he wanted me to tell him a bedtime story and
he said yes so I quietly launched into a very lurid, sexual story.  After
about 10 minutes I asked him if he was hard.

"Very", he answered softly.  I suggested that he take his underwear off (I
was dying to know, to see, to feel, and hopefully everything else, his boy
charms). "why," he asked.

"To give your cock room" I answered back.  He didn't say anything, just put
his fingers in the waistband of his briefs and slid them to his ankles, a
monster cock springing out and slapping his firm taut belly.  That dammed
thing had to be 8 inches long and 3 inches around with massive head and it
was rock fucking hard.  Hanging low between his legs was a matching set of
boy balls, big and heavy in a hairless sac. I was sitting level with his
knees so had a perfect view. I reached out and grasped it in my hand, it
throbbed to the warm touch.  I stroked it a few times and asked him what he
wanted me to do with it.

Quietly he said "put it in your mouth".  I had not sucked that much cock in
my life but I gave it a valiant attempt. The head alone was fairly filling
and I could only get a few inches into my mouth. I sucked on the head, and
moved up and down on his boy cock, cupping his heavy sperm filled balls
with my hand.  I was hot in a second and he reached out and tried to
unbutton my jeans to get at my cock so I stood up and stripped naked. He
fondled me while I sucked on his cock and for some reason I wanted that
monster inside of me. I tiptoed into the bathroom and snagged the vaseline
and went back into the living room.  I had never had anything up my ass
before let alone a man sized dick so had no idea what the fuck I was
doing. I was running on instinct and was willing to try.  I greased up my
asshole and the top half of his flag pole. He asked what I was doing and I
told him I wanted him to try to fuck me. I needed the control so straddled
his belly and lowered my hole to his raging fat cock head.  No fucking way
was that going into my virgin hole.  He laughed at the whole thing, thought
it was funny that I tried to sit on it. He teased me about that the whole
time I knew him.

Well, that was a failure, but I still had lips and hands and other methods,
but the Gods were not looking down on me. We saw lights in the driveway and
looked out to see Sean's dad's car. We scrambled for clothes, finished
dressing as he began knocking on the front door. "I know you're in there
Sean, you need to come home right now." He bellowed.  I opened the door and
he asked if Sean was there. I said he was and when Sean came to the door he
told his dad he was planning on spending the night at our house. "You are
coming home" and he turned and left. Sean headed out and said he would see
me tomorrow.

The next day he come over after school and we took a walk up our road to a
power line, and walked down it about a quarter mile. I had a fuck book with
me so we sat in the tall grass and I read to him. He got hard, so undid his
jeans and pulled them and his briefs down to his knees.  Yuuuup that cock
was as big as I had thought and in the daylight it was beautiful as was his
heavy hairless ball fill sac. He had a nice neat patch of light brown pubic
hair at it's base, and a thin light blonde trail of hair to his navel.  I
asked him if he wanted me to jack him off. He said yes so I grasped onto
that thing and began stroking.  I sucked on it while I stroked, and sucked
on it while I felt his huge balls. He said he was going to cum so I moved
out of the way and jacked like mad and cum he did. What a fucking load. 3
thick jets to his chest, one on his panting belly and some dribbles down my
hand.  I had yet to taste sperm so did and found it was ok.  I opened my
jeans and he watched while I jacked off.

I think that Sean was trying not to be gay or in denial about it. He would
come over a few nights per week and we would go outside, or just stay
inside and do a mutual jack off looking at nude magazines, hetero stuff. I
tried a gay mag once but he didn't seem turned on by it. He never jacked me
and rarely sucked me. I remember one time that he did. We were both drunk
in the middle of the afternoon and had wandered up to the power line. He
laid down on a blanket we had carried, pulled his pants down and said
"hurry up Cody I can't wait to get your cock in my mouth".  I dropped my
pants and laid next to him and we 69'd for a while, pumping into each
others mouths.  I made him lay back and licked and sucked on his big heavy
balls, the first time I had ever done that to a boy.  He liked that a lot
and so did I.  We went back to 69 and sucked and jacked each other till we
came, swallowing each other's hot boy sperm.

As time went on, I aquired a couple of girlfriends, at the same time. I was
also having a minor affair with a college prof of mine but he was way old,
married, and no fun really. I was still playing with Sean as well when he
turned 16 and got his pride, the 57 Chevy with a 427 motor. That fucking
car was fast.  Our times together kinda fell by the wayside. I left town
for a couple years and thought of him constantly.  I ended up moving back
to my grandmothers for a brief bit and reconnected with Sean as he still
lived with his mother.

He was out of school and working in the woods, making great money. My
cousin came over from the city one weekend and the 3 of us went for a drive
in the mountains. On a dark remote country road, after some prodding from
my openly gay cousin, Sean admitted he was gay and began yelling it thru
the forest at the top of his lungs and laughing as though he was now
loberated.  We ended up stripping and laying naked on the hood of my car. I
commented on his size which my cousin both admired and was intimidated by.
We did some mutual sucking and jacked off.  The last time I saw Sean, he
had come over to visit me at my grandmother's. It got late, and somehow we
ended up naked in bed.  I was laying half on his chest, stroking that
magnificent piece of flesh between his legs while I twirled a nipple, and
he said "kiss me". I did, the first kiss I had given a man, long tender,
tonguing. Both of our hearts were in it.  When I broke the kiss, I looked
him in those pretty baby blue eyes and said softly to him, "you know, I
could easily fall in love with you."  He smiled and said, "I know Cody, me
too". Then he added, "I have to go to work early, and he got up, dressed
and left."

Sean was killed a few weeks later.  He had been drinking, driving the '57
way too fast and lost control. I cried....a lot.  His death stopped my
drinking. It also caused me to change my major in college to counseling
with a specialty in addiction. I still miss him. I know he loved me, as I
loved him.