Date: Thu, 26 Mar 2009 16:59:06 -0500
From: burningnet@hushmail.com
Subject: Sexual Experiences of a Growing Boy - Part 1

When I was a young boy, my older brother used me as his personal sexual
object.  He taught me to jack him off (I thought it was pee...) and do
other things with him and his friends. As I got older, I began to enjoy the
attention and the activities. The following event happened when I was
twelve.

My older brother was gone for the whole summer. It was 1968 and I was home
alone the whole summer because my parents both worked. We lived in a rented
house at the time and it happened that we had some plumbing problems with
the kitchen sink and disposal not draining. The landlord promised to send
his handyman/plumber over to fix the problem. I was instructed by my
parents to let him in and stay out of his way.

At the time I was a typical 12 y/o kid. This was between 6th and 7th grade
and I was coming into puberty in a big way. I thought about sex all the
time and jacked off a lot and I could already shoot a few dribbles of clear
stuff. I had light brown reddish hair, some freckles, a thin, unmuscular
frame with no real body hair except some fuzz starting above my dick, which
was pretty typical as well...about 2 1/2 inches soft and about a thin 4
inches hard. I knew I loved to rub it and play with my grape- sized balls
as well. I had also gotten into playing with my butthole and I loved
fingering myself or pushing pencils and other thin object up there. I was a
horny little kid and I thought all the time about sex.

About 3pm there was a knock at the door. I was watching cartoons and I was
wearing a t shirt and short cut off jeans. This was back when everyone wore
short shorts and cut offs were popular. These weren't just short but tight
as well since they were made from some of the jeans that were too short for
me to wear as long pants. We didn't wear big baggy stuff like the kids do
now, so my t shirt was short and tight too, I guess accentuating my small
frame. I opened the door and there stood a tall thin guy about 30. He had
kinda long blondish hair and a moustache.

He said, "Hey are your parents home?"

 I said "No . . . are you the plumber?"

 He said, "Yea."

 I said, "Well they told me you were coming, so you can come on in." I let
him in and shut the door. I walked him into the kitchen. He set down his
tools and stuff and went over and looked at the sink.

He ran some water and stuff and said, "I have to go and shut off the water
and get some supplies. I'll be right back."

 I said "OK" and went back to watching cartoons. He came back in about 5
minutes and started to work. I could hear things rattling around and some
banging. After about 15 minutes I walked in to see what was going on. He
was on the floor and was under the sink with his long body hanging out. His
t shirt had ridden up and I could see the hairs coming up from his pants to
his flat stomach. I think I also saw the bulge of his dick in his khaki
work pants.

 I just stood there and he finally saw me and said, "HI".

 I said "Hi" back and he kept working.

He was telling me about the clog and about taking off the pipes under the
sink. I kneeled down and was watching. He said, "Do you know anything about
plumbing?"

Of course I didn't and I said, "no".

He said, "Do you want to learn to take off a pipe.?"

 I said, "OK".

He moved himself out and told me to lay down like he was. I was now on my
back under the sink and looking up at the pipes. I had a wrench in my hand
and he was laying beside me showing me how to loosen it. I started to
loosen the pipe and he just kinda sat up and was sitting on the floor
beside me. I was working hard to loosen the pipe fittings and I was moving
my butt around and wiggling to get to the pipe. I could feel that my t
shirt had ridden up and my stomach was showing. I had on the short tight
cut offs and I was laying there like that. I worked for a while and got the
first part loose. He praised me saying how good I was doing.

I went to work on the other end. As I worked, I felt his hand on my leg. I
didn't move at all and he was starting to rub up and down my leg from my
calf to my knee.  I was still working and he was asking me stuff life - Do
I have any brothers and sisters, what do my parents do, what time do they
get home, stuff like that.

I liked the feeling of his hand on my leg and I felt myself getting a
boner. The light rubbing went past my knee and was now gently rubbing my
thigh and up to the end of my shorts. I could feel his fingertips under the
frayed hem of my cut offs. My dick was getting harder and harder and I felt
like it was throbbing. I was trying to concentrate on the pipe, but all I
cared about now was him touching me.

He kept talking and rubbing me and I felt his fingers go under the hem of
my shorts and got to the place were he touching my balls in my tight white
fruit of the loom briefs. I kinda pushed my crotch toward his hand and he
started rubbing me a little harder and his hand was now right on top of my
cut offs over my dick. I could feel him actually holding my 4 incher and
rubbing it...kinda jacking me off .

I had stopped working and laid there with my eyes closed feeling the best
feelings. I spread my legs really wide and attempted to push against his
hand more. I could feel him having my dick between his fingers and doing
the up and down motion that I used to jack off. It didn't take hardly any
time till I stiffened up and shot off my clear dribbles in my shorts. He
slowly kept rubbing me as I got softer. I thought there was a wet spot
showing on my cut offs but I couldn't tell yet.

Finally he spoke and said, "Hows it going under there?"

 I worked a little more and got the elbow shaped pipe off. He then took
over and was working as I sat beside him.  I could most definitely see a
huge boner in his pants. I longed to touch it like he did me but I was too
scared.

After a while, he came out, smiling at me and said, "I have to get a new
gasket and some fittings and I'll be back tomorrow to put them in."

 I said, "What time?"

 And he said, "I'm not sure but probably in the morning."

 I stood up and he did too gathering his tools and supplies. He said, "By
the way, I'm Ray" as he stuck out his hand.

I shook it and said, "I'm Ryan". He held my hand tight and looked in my
eyes.

He said, "I'm glad I came here to help fix things."

 I said "Me too."

 And he said, "I hope I can get everything fixed tomorrow" as he looked
into my eyes and held my hand in his.

I said, ""I hope so too". Then he let go and I followed him to the door.

He said, "See you tomorrow Ryan".

And I said, "Ok, bye Ray".  I locked the door, sat down and pulled my
sticky dick out and jacked off again thinking of Ray touching me everywhere
. . . and me touching him.

End of Part 1.