Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2017 23:37:33 -0800
From: Alexi Kotyonok <a.kotyonok@gmail.com>
Subject: Secret Boyfriend Chapter 1

Disclaimer: this story is based purely on my fantasy. No character is based
on a real, living or dead, person. This story will include explicit scenes
of sex between adult and a minor under 18. If this topic disturbs you,
please do not read any further.

Secret Boyfriend
-Alexi Kotyonok

I've always been small for my age. This never stopped me from joining in
with the other kids and getting up to mischief, but I was the one far more
likely to end up up the tree or in the hard to fit spot for hide and seek
because I tended towards slightness.

As the middle of three brothers, all a year apart, we were a lot for my
parents to handle. For the most part we were released into the neighborhood
after school to play with our friends, but not too terribly overwatched. It
was the middle 90's, so we'd all heard 'stranger danger' and to find an
adult if anyone approached us who we didn't know, but otherwise just be
kids.

I was 9 the first time any of that play reached into the realm above 'Hey
look, we have dinkies!' that my friends and I giggled about. I was in the
creek that ran through our neighborhood looking for tadpoles (my favorite
of many impromptu pets that I brought home with me often), when Sydney came
through the thrushes.

Sydney was a neighbor of ours, about 17 then, who was on the water polo
team. He was tall, had long blond hair and a tan and in the Nevada heat
wore as little clothing as possible. Usually a tank top, shorts and flip
flops. I thought he was very handsome, and he'd always been nice to us kids
by throwing our stuff back to us when it ended up in his yard or just
hanging out while keeping an eye on his two sisters.

That day I was alone in my tadpole capturing efforts (I imagine that it
grew boring for the other kids to spend long enough being still to get the
tadpoles to come back after scaring them off getting into the water.) and
smiled up at Sydney.

"Hi Sydney!" I greeted, slowly raising my hands out of the water with two
wiggling tadpoles caught in them. I set them down in the Big Gulp cup I had
been given for expressly that purpose as the regular kitchen glasses had
been restricted from animal capture after a lizard had pooped in one.

"Hey Danny." He smiled, peering at my haul. "Man, you've caught a lot. What
are you going to do with them?"

I grinned up at him, "I have to put them back tonight. Mom says that
bringing them over to visit is fine, but that we don't have the resources
to keep them."

He nodded. "Seems like a lot of time for so little reward."

I placed my hands on my hips and stretched. "Probably, but this keeps me
from getting sunburn." I said, nodding to the overhanging branches in this
part of the creek.

He tilted his head at me, "I guess it does. I didn't realize how pale you
are." I was too. Pale skin, longer black hair and big grey eyes. At 9 I was
just under 4 foot, and was about 50 pounds.

I grinned, "Yep! I am even paler under my clothes." I told him innocently.

Sydney's smile grew slightly, "I find that hard to believe."

Goaded, I lifted my shirt and showed him my stomach, which was indeed even
whiter than my face and arms. "See? Dad says I don't have much melanin in
my skin." I said, lowering my shirt.

Sydney laughed, "Well, that's a word I didn't expect a kid to know." He
said, squatting down. Usually by now he'd have left, but he looked like he
might actually hang out, and that made my stomach wriggle like I had
swallowed a tadpole. "I bet that's not the palest place on you." He
grinned.

I frowned, "Really?"

He nodded, "I bet you're even paler on your ass."

That startled a giggle out of me. "Mom says I shouldn't use that word, that
it's my 'bottom'." I explained.

Sydney grinned, and I made my way over to him when he beckoned me; big gulp
safe on a rock across the creek. "Honestly, my mom does too. But I'm almost
an adult now, so I just use it anyway. Do you say stuff like that with your
friends when your mom isn't listening?"

I crawled up the bank and sat on a rock next to him, looking over the
bank. "I think everyone does, my Dad says things that my Mom would yell at
me for saying when she's not around to us." I divulged.

He grinned, "Like what?"

I bit my lip and looked up at him shyly, breaking my sworn confidence with
Dad to not tell anyone he said stuff. "He says the lawnmower is a
'Motherfucker' when it doesn't want to start." I revealed.

He guffawed, "I can see that."

I smiled, pleased that this guy wanted to spend time talking with me. "He
told me his boss is a 'dick', and that he's 'shtupping' his secretary while
his wife is pregnant."

That made him outright laugh, "Did he? Well, that's pretty fair. I always
thought that calling people dicks was weird, just calling people 'penis's'
like that's a bad thing."

I nodded, "Or when people call each other 'cunts'." That was a favorite of
my Uncle Terry, though he didn't know I heard him muttering about his
ex-wife, then checking the dictionary.

Sydney choked, before wrapping an arm around me in a half hug, "You're just
full of surprises, aren't you Danny?"

I beamed up at him, blushing a little at the praise. And his arm around
me. That was also blush worthy.

He grinned down at me, "I always forget how small you are." He said,
jostling me a little bit. "You always seem bigger when you're talking."

I laughed, "My brother Chris says I have a big mouth."

Sydney laughed, "Be careful with it, people like sticking things in big
mouths." He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

I blinked up at him, "Like what?"

Sydney laughed, "Well, when you're a bit older someone might want to put
their dick in it."

I frowned, "Why? That doesn't sound very nice."

Sydney shook his head, "It's actually really nice, it makes the person with
their dick in your mouth feel really nice. It's called a 'blowjob', or a
'bj', though you don't really blow - you mostly suck, like on a popsicle."

I was still frowning, "That seems weird, why would it feel really good?
Does it feel really good for the person sucking?"

Sydney snorted, "You're probably too young to understand - which isn't a
bad thing! But when your body matures, your privates start to feel nice
when they're touched. For both girls and boys, when someone puts their
mouth on your dick or pussy, it feels really good until it feels like one
of the best things ever for like 10-30 seconds. That's called an orgasm,
and boys tend to shoot white stuff, sperm, out of their dick's hole when
they have one."

I knew a lot of the words he was using but the context didn't make sense,
"I thought boys put sperm in a girl's vagina so it could reach their cervix
and try to have a baby."

He nodded, "Sometimes. But that's just one kind of sex, there's lots of
kinds of sex, sometimes it's just with your hands, or your mouth, or just
rubbing together, or having sex with someone in their vagina, or even
having sex with someone's butthole."

Sydney's worldliness was greatly increasing in my book, "Why would a girl
want to have someone have sex with her butt?"

Sydney rubbed his hand on my shoulder, "Some girls like it, others
don't. But boys really like it, or can, not all guys like butt stuff
either. It feels really nice both doing butt sex to someone and having
someone do it to you."

I nodded, "Like gay stuff." I made the connection. I grinned up at him,
feeling a bit worldly too.

Sydney nodded, "Yeah, but not everyone that does 'gay stuff' is gay. Some
guys like both girls and guys they're usually called 'bisexual'."

I was thoughtful, "I don't know if I know anyone who is bisexual, most of
my friends don't even like girls yet, let alone know if they like guys."

He nodded, "I didn't know for a while, but I found I liked both when I was
about 12."

That made me super happy, "I've know I like boys since I was 6." I told
him, happy to have someone to tell. My parents knew I liked boys, but they
said to not act on it unless the boy told me he liked boys too. Which
hadn't happened in the three years I had known.

Sydney grinned down at me, "No shit? I always thought you probably did,
your very sweet and most sweet boys like other boys."

"Mom says that it's okay that I like boys but that I shouldn't tell boys I
like them unless they like boys too, because not all boys like boys and it
can make them uncomfortable." Which I could understand. Also there were
people that really didn't like gay people, even if no one told them that
they liked them.

Sydney nodded, "Your mom's right, some people really don't like it. Their
loss though, a cute guy like you liking them would be really
flattering. Especially with your big mouth!" He laughed, and I laughed
too. It didn't feel like he was making fun of me at all, which is what I
worried about with being gay-ish, because I was different.

"Thank you, Sydney." I leaned into his side more.

He pulled me close and kissed me head. "No worries, Danny. You're a good
kid, maybe when you're older you might like me too and we could hang out."
He grinned.

I looked up at him, startled. "Really?"

"Yep." He nodded, "I think you're cute, but you're still pretty young, even
if you've liked boys for three years." He grinned, "Besides, people would
probably not be okay with you having a 17 year old boyfriend."

I bit my lip, looking up at him. "But what if I like you right now? I don't
have to tell anyone, we could be secret boyfriends."

He blinked down at me, before smiling. "Then I'd be pretty flattered." He
said, slightly quieter. I blushed and averted my eyes, clinging a little
bit closer to him, feeling him pull me closer as well.

We sat there for a moment, enjoying the closeness, before I frowned back up
at him. "Does that mean I can put your dick in my mouth?"

The sound Sydney made was very close to what my older brother Chris did
when he choked, sneezed, and coughed all at once. "Oh Danny, the things you
say!" He laughed, "I think that we should probably start with something a
little less illicit and see if you like that first. There's a difference
between liking someone and wanting to suck their dick. You don't have to
suck someone you likes dick, or like someone whose dick you're sucking."

I thoughtfully nodded, leaning further against Sydney and looking at the
creek. Sydney's hand continued to rub up and down my back and soon he
started scratching with his nails gently. This was perhaps one of my
favorite things, ever, (remains to this day), because back scratches are
the best and I snuggled closer making happy noises.

Sydney chuckled, "Well, this seems like a good place as any." Before
shifting me up and into his lap, which surprised me, before continuing to
scratch my back. I giggled, wrapping my arms and legs around him, resting
my chin on his shoulder and making happy noises.

He laughed a little, and started to gently massage my shoulders. No one had
ever done that before, but Sydney was quite good (He'd had professional
massages done to him as he was a pretty good athlete, I'd later find out),
and I started wiggling around with how nice it felt, which caused Sydney to
moan himself and hold me shoulder still for a second before pressing my
bottom down into his lap.

Which was illuminating because there appeared to be something large there.

I blinked up at him curiously. "Sydney, what's in your pocket?"

Sydney blinked down at me and I started moving my thighs to rub me against
it, "In your pants."

Sydney's eyes widened before he laughed, "That's my boner, Danny. When a
guy is enjoying themselves in a cuddling or sexy way, their dick gets hard
and it's called a boner. I'm not entirely sure why, but it is."

"Like when you have to go to the bathroom in the morning?" I clarified,
because that was one time I knew that mine got hard.

Sydney smirked, "A bit."

I nodded, continuing to shift and rub against his boner, finding the
sensation interesting against my own shorts. Sydney breathed harder, hands
moving on me before settling on my hips. "That feels really good Danny. So
good, infact, that if you keep doing that I am going to have an orgasm
really soon."

I blinked up at him, surprised. "Really?"

He nodded, his face a little pink. "Oh yeah. Your little ass on my boner is
a very nice surprise, and those can make you orgasm pretty fast."

I tilted my head thoughtfully, "Do you want me to stop?"

He laughed, "No! No, I do not, I am really enjoying this. But if you want
to stop that's okay too."

I grinned up at him impishly, "Maybe I want you to orgasm with my ass."

That made his eyes widen and he moaned, hands flexing on my hips and ground
up against me with his boner. I grinned and pressed down, rubbing my bottom
against him with more pressure. I watched as he closed his eyes and started
moving my hips with his hands, moving me faster against him.

While I wasn't particularly aroused, I did enjoy watching him as he started
humping against me. I placed my hands on his chest and leaned forward and
kissed him on the mouth.

Sydney made a startled noise, blinking down at me when I pulled away. "Is
that okay?" I asked uncertainly.

He smiled and leaned his forehead against mine, smiling at me. "That was
great, you just surprised me." He leaned forward and kissed my lips. It
wasn't like my parents kissed, on the side of the mouth, but it also wasn't
like in the movies where it looks like they're trying to eat each other
from the teeth down. Instead, he pressed his lips to mine and moved his
lips, and continued to press me down on his boner, which felt much harder
now, and I pressed closer to him, trying to kiss him back.

He made a noise and pressed me further down before pressing really tight
against my bottom and jerking his hips a few times, making grunting
noises. I blinked up at him, confused, when he then held me still, slowly
rolling his hips against me before going still and relaxing. I frowned, his
face flushed and his eyes closed again, sweat on his brow.

"Are you okay, Sydney?" I asked tentatively.

Sydney breathed deeply, before leaning forward and kissing me again, much
more like my parents this time, and nodded, "Yeah Danny, that was me having
an orgasm with your ass." He chuckled, slowly opening his eyes and I
realized that instead of blue eyes like I thought he really had green eyes.

I looked at him surprised, "Really?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yep. You're ass feels pretty amazing." He said, shifting his
hands from my hips to move to cup my bottom with his hands, kneading them a
little bit like he had my shoulders. I giggled, the sensation weird.

I smiled up at him, blinking through my lashes, "I'm glad you like it. It's
one of my favorite assets." I grinned.

Sydney stopped, looking down at me, before snorting out a laugh. "Oh my
God, did you just make an 'ass' pun?"

I laughed out loud and nodded, "But wait, there's more!" I said, wiggling
again.

Sydney moaned and reached for my hips, stilling me. "Hold on a sec,
Danny. After a guy has an orgasm, he's really sensitive. If you rock like
that right now it's going to hurt me a bit."

"Oh no, I'm sorry Sydney!" I apologized, moving my bottom away from his
crotch.

Sydney smiled and leaned forward, kissing me again. "That's alright, Danny,
you didn't know."

I moved up and kissed him again, enjoying the feeling of having his mouth
against mine.

We cuddled for a little longer, kissing, before he shifted back. I smiled
down at Sydney as he laid back with me straddling him, his knees behind me
so that I could lean against them.

"Did I do okay?" I asked, curious, reaching my hands down to rub on his
pectorals. They were pretty big, especially compared to my 9 year old
build, and Sydney smiled up at me lazily, hands moving to sit on my thighs
from my hips.

"You did amazing, little dude."

I grinned, before laying down on him, snuggling close. "I'm glad."