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From: an183867@anon.penet.fi
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Reply-To: an183867@anon.penet.fi
Date: Thu, 19 Jan 1995 05:05:28 UTC
Subject: <0 0> Tommy

     The following is a personal experience that I would
like to share with you.

     Tommy was 12 years old when we met.  He was really
cute, with a small nose and thin lips against fair skin and
blond hair.  He was under five feet tall with a slim build
and long limbs.  His high voice suggested that puberty was
still around the corner.  He was shy and innocent, but with
a strong sense of willful purpose.

     Tommy's 16-year-old sister brought us together.  The
boy's need for love and stability and my need to offer it
was her reason for introducing us.  It's still amazing to me
that she would do that knowing full well that I was a boy-
lover.  I guess there really are some sane people in the
world.

     My relationship with Tommy developed slowly.  There was
a time when I thought we would remain distant friends, but I
remember that about four months after we met, we had a trust
that left us both feeling comfortable together.

     In my memory of that time, we see each other often.  We
play and wrestle.  We go to the park and the video arcades.
We go shopping and I buy him nice things when I can.

     One day we rent a couple of movies, but I'm more
interested in watching him.  He's really adorable.  During
the second movie I start to notice something is different.
We are sitting on my love seat sofa and he's not clinging to
his arm rest like he usually does.  He's small and doesn't
take up much of his side, but as he squiggles around he
moves closer to me.

     As he crosses his leg I become very intent on him
because his knee is very close to mine.  I decide to follow
his lead and I cross my leg too.  Now our knees are only
inches apart.  A stillness settles over us.  Time seems to
stop.  Then he lifts his hand and sets it on his knee.  My
heart is pounding as I do the same with mine.

     Moments pass until finally I see his little pinky start
to reach out toward my hand.  My heart skips a beat as I
follow suit.  Contact!  Our finger touch.  Ever so slowly
out hands clasp each other and we gently squeeze.

     My mouth feels like it-has cotton in it and I'm afraid
to do anything for fear of losing this moment.  My cock is
hard and I can feel my pre-cum leak in my shorts.

     The softness of his young hand reminds me that he is
only 12.  Such a small hand.  So sensuous is his touch as
our hands caress each other.  Then I begin to feel a slight
pull and I watch my hand slowly move toward him.  He gently
lays our hands in his lap with the back of my hand pressing
against his extremely hard little cock.

     He pushes my hand down and I can feel it pounding.  As
he releases my hand I turn it over and hold his boy dick for
the first time.  Then I squeeze it and he moans as he slides
down in his seat to give me better access.  I see his head
lean back and his hands fall to his side.

     His adorable hard-on and tiny balls are too hot for
words.  Three-and-a-half inches of pure joy.  Then I reach
up and pull down his sweat pants and underwear.  He has just
a wisp of pubic hair and his stiff boner is pointing to his
belly button.  I feel his tight little ball sac and cock as
I move down on my knees.

     I take his cock into my salivating mouth and taste it.
He moans with pleasure as I take it all in and suck it like
a lollipop.  His moaning quickens as I start to rock.  I
begin a steady motion and my tongue explores the soft
hardness.  As I increase my pace I fell his pulsing shaft
expand in my mouth and it squirts the sweetest drops of cum
I have ever tasted.  I slow my sucking and stop as his
breathing returns to normal.  I take time to taste the
luscious flavor before I swallow.

     I smile as I look up.  His eyes are full of wonder and
uncertainty.  They seem to be seeking reassurance and
support.  I gently message his smooth skin and ask him how
he's doing.  With a grin he says he's good.  I tell him,
"Thanks.  I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."  He
says,"Yeah."

     We talk about how wonderful and natural what we did
was, and how amazing it is that people don't understand and
even condemn it, how ridiculous it is that kids his age are
not allowed to choose for themselves, and what could happen
if people found out.

     I explain that being gay or straight is not a result of
experience.  Many boys have sexual encounter with their own
sex and most turn out straight.  My own numerous attempts to
be sexual with girls with I was young only helped me to
understand that I was gay.  Being gay is just another way of
being.  By the time we are finished talking I am sure that I
am falling in love.

     Tommy is 20 years now and in college.  He lived with me
for four years.  When he was 15 his mom came to understand
our relationship and gave us her blessing.  That summer we
three marched in the local gay pride parade.

     My family accepted him and continue to ask about his
well-being.  They all know at some level that I am a boy-
lover and although I have openly discussed my relationship
with only a few family members, they all seem to be
accepting it.

     Tommy moved back in with his mom when he was a junior
in high school because I moved to a new city.  He wanted to
finish in the same school.  To my dismay he soon met another
man whom he is still seeing.  But his happiness is my
concern and his new lover is a very nice man.

     I still love him as much if not more than ever and I
still find him very attractive.  We talk in the phone often
and see each other as we can.  I'll always be there for him.

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