Date: Thu, 3 May 2007 19:16:05 -0400
From: jf2411@bellsouth.net
Subject: "Willy Adams", Chapter 1

This is just a story. I based a few bits on stuff I did as a kid but most
of it I just made up. You know the rules about age limits or being illegal
to read this kind of stuff so if you're not supposed to, or think you would
be offended don't read it. All characters in this story are played by
people over 18. Proof is on file.

                                    Willy Adams, Chapter 1

                                       By- Jesse Fonda

    Most of life just goes by. You get into a routine. You don't remember
much about waking up, getting dressed, going to school, coming home,
playing for a while, eating dinner, doing homework, watching TV and then
going to bed. It's the things that happen between all this so called normal
stuff that has meaning and leaves a lasting memory.

    I met Willy's brother first. I had seen him twice before we actually
talked for the first time. The first time I saw him he was talking to this
mean kid named Frank. Frank elbowed him, pointed toward me, told him
something and laughed.

    Willy's brother's name is Leo and even as a 14-year-old he was
strikingly handsome. A high forehead, brows nicely arched over wide green
eyes. Straight nose, full but not overly full lips, deep dimples when he
smiled and a little cleft in his chin. Square jawed, perfect café-au-lait
skin, broad shoulders and small waist. He had a naturally cut chest and
kinky blond hair. Think of Brad Pitt at 14 with a tan and tight blond curls
and you got it. Of course as a 12-year-old I just thought, "cool looking
guy".

    I was riding my bike. Leo was coming toward me on his. He stopped and
put his foot down steadying the bike. When I got about 5 feet away he
smiled and said "Hi!" so I stopped too and said "Hi!" back. We talked for a
few minutes, told him my name was Jason Wimmer, when he asked, and learned
his was Leo Adams. We determined that neither of us was really doing
anything but riding around, then he asked if I wanted to go to his house to
shoot some hoops.

    It must have been near the end of June, warm and sunny. My straight
blonde hair was soon plastered to my forehead and Leo asked if I wanted to
go in and get something to drink. He took a key out of his pocket and
unlocked the side door that opened into the kitchen. I had a stay-at-home
mom so I asked if his mom worked. He answered "Yea, and my brother too.

    We each got a glass of lemonade. As we leaned on the counter he asked
if I wanted to play on the computer. It was set up on a small desk in the
corner of the dining room. I pulled a chair from the table over and sat
next to him waiting for it to boot up.

    I'm assuming Leo wanted to show off a little since I was younger and
quickly found a site that showed women's tits. I tried to fake interest and
made some appropriate comments then a picture of a bare-chested boy maybe
18 or 19 popped up. I moved my chair an inch closer and leaned forward.

    "Damn! That was a dead give away," I thought to myself but Leo didn't
even look my way. Leo pulled up a few more of the pictures of guys.  Then
announced to the screen, "I've got a boner".

    Well, of course I looked. His shorts were tented but then so were
mine. I looked back at the screen and said, "So do I". It was his turn to
turn and look. Then he took his hand off the mouse and put it right on my
hard pecker and squeezed gently.

    I leaned back and let him feel me up then reached over and felt his.
He felt a little bigger than me but not that much. It didn't take long
before we both had our hard dicks out and pointing at the ceiling. After
about 10 minutes of pulling up more pictures and playing with our own and
each other's dicks Leo said, "Let's go upstairs."

    It was one big bedroom with a sloping ceiling and a dormer on back.
There was also a bathroom with a nice sized shower but no tub. First thing
I noticed was that there were two single beds. Leo turned on some tunes. As
we started to undress I asked what his brother's name was. He told me
"Willy, William really but he wants us to call him Will. He's nineteen".

    I suppose that you noticed that there wasn't a lot of shyness or
pretending going on here. Both of us had had experiences with other guys
and we were over all that, 'I've never done this before shit'. We both had
already figured out that we both liked to play with other guy's dicks so
getting naked to do it was ok for both of us.

    When we eventually told each other what we had done before, it turned
out I had more experiences than Leo.

    But the telling was still to come over the next month or so. I'll clue
you in now.

    I had played 'Doctor' and 'I'll show you if you show me' with other
kids my age. But when I was 7 there was a guy who was my dad's apprentice
named Neil. My dad was an electrician and Neil came to our house every work
day morning and usually was having coffee with my dad while we were running
around getting ready for school.

    I found his dark loose curls and brown eyes attractive. Nice face, a
few dark curls peeked over his white undershirt. He was shorter than my
dad, maybe 5 feet, 6 or 7 inches. I often wondered what his dick looked
like.

    My parents liked to play cards. My mom belonged to a neighborhood
Bridge club that met one afternoon a month. My dad had a poker group once a
month. And once a month they went out to play cards with some other
couples.

    So it was really only one night a month that we had a babysitter.
Susan was the regular one. Mom had us fed, washed and dressed in PJs before
she got there, so she didn't have to do much but send us to bed.  Tuck in
my little sister with her dolls and my little brother with his teddy bear.

    Her backup was Danny. Every month I prayed that Susan couldn't make it.

    Danny was 15. He got rid of the little kids and we'd sit up and watch
TV. To this day I haven't figured if he was slick or stupid. I'd sit close
to him on the couch or on his lap. He didn't seem to care. I always managed
to have my arm on his leg, my elbow in his crotch or sitting on his lap
with my butt or leg pressing his crotch. He always got hard.

    He acted totally oblivious if I felt it through his pants but he never
let me get into his pants. Not that I didn't try, but if I attempted to
unbutton or unzip him it was, "Time for bed, dude".

    One evening this happened and I asked him to come up and tell me a
story to help me fall asleep. We went up to my room. He undressed leaving
his t-shirt and boxers on and got into bed with me. We slid under the
covers and he started telling me a story.

    Seemed to be ok to play with the dude's tool while in bed under the
blankets but not ok to do it while watching TV. Go figure.

    After a while my pajama bottoms and his boxers were lost down at the
bottom or the bed somewhere. He was hugging me close, rubbing his boner
against my belly when he rolled me onto my back and I felt a warm thick
liquid squirt over my tummy.

    We lay like that for a few minutes then he got up, threw the covers
back and went across the hall to the bathroom. I heard him at the sink. I
was amazed and confused at the thick white, sticky stuff all over my
abdomen.

    Then he came back with a warm washcloth and a towel and cleaned me up,
fished around in the bed for his boxers, got dressed, turned the light off
and went back downstairs.

    That was the last time he babysat for us. After that Susan's backup was
Melanie. Shit!

    After working with my dad for almost a year Neil came one Friday night
to play poker. Of course I was packed off to bed and was asleep when the
hall light went on and I heard my dad and Neil talking. My dad was showing
him where the guest room was and the bathroom.

    From the top of the stairs if you turned right my sister and brother's
rooms were on each side with a Jack and Jill bath between. If you turned
left there was a small sewing/work room then my bedroom with the bathroom
across the hall.

    At the end of the hall, just past my room, down two steps was the guest
room. My parents had a master suite on the first floor.

    Then my dad turned off the hall light and went back downstairs. I could
hear Neil getting undressed. He then used the bathroom, flushed and turned
that light off and I heard him get into bed.

    Even at 8 I knew older guys were different in the dick department. I
had seen my dad naked a few times and other old guys when we changed at the
swimming pool and of course there was Danny.

    The guest room was really the bonus room built over the garage. A large
part of it was a playroom but there was a double bed and dresser for my
grandparents when they came to visit. I got up and went into the room and
up to the bed. "Neil," I said, "Can I sleep with you? I had a nightmare."

    It took so long for him to answer I thought he was already asleep but
then I heard him mumble, "Sure".

    I walked around to the other side of the bed and got in. I had no
intention of just going to sleep. I was on a mission. After what I thought
was a reasonable amount of time I reached over and felt his dick. He was
wearing tighty-whitys and was soft so it was pointing down but as I felt
and gently squeezed it I felt it start to plump up. It was filling out
fast.

    I jumped a little and pulled my hand back when Neil moved. When he
settled down again, I felt it again. Neil had moved it so it was pointing
up and slightly to the side. It was almost completely hard and felt bigger
around than my arm. I moved my hand up and down it barely touching it. Then
Neil moved again and slipped his underwear off and rolled on his side
facing me.

    My hand was too small to go around it. I moved my hand up and felt the
head. Neil moved again but this time I didn't pull my hand away. I felt him
give a little squeeze to my dick. Then he started to undo the front of my
pajama pants and I lifted my butt as he pushed them down. We lay there
feeling each other. He felt my little balls I felt his large hairy ones.

    Then he told me quietly to put my head on his stomach and I slid over
as he rolled onto his back. His stomach was hairy and I rubbed my cheek
against it. I liked that. The head of his dick was right there.

    I stuck my tongue out and licked it. He said, "That's it, put it in
your mouth and suck it". I tentatively did.

    He moved me around a little, spread my legs and put his hand between
them. I was holding his big fat dick with the head in my mouth nursing away
and only mildly aware that he was giving my little pink hole a finger
massage.

    It was years later that I realized that when Neil stayed in the
guestroom it was because he had too much beer to drive.

    He told me if I kept sucking he would shoot some warm cream in my mouth
and I should swallow it all. It would help me grow up big and strong.  He
took his finger away back there and when he put it back it was wet and
slippery. I felt it slowing going in me and I just opened my legs a little
wider.

    I was concentrating on his cock, just nursing at it like it was a fat
tit and feeling his hard fat pole, not paying much attention to his finger.
All of a sudden his finger went in all the way and he started shooting the
cream in my mouth. I was swallowing as fast as I could but some dripped out
onto his belly.

    Talk about sensory overload. WOW!

    Soon he pulled it out of my mouth but I stayed still. He started to
slowly pull his finger out but then pushed it in again. About the fifth
time he touched something in there that made me jump it felt so good. He
did that for about 5 minutes then told me to get dressed and go back to
bed. I did.

    After that Neil came every month to play poker but always went
home. Then about 5 months later he woke me up and asked if I wanted to come
in for a while. I got up and followed him into the next room. The bedside
light was still on and I watched Neil's fur covered butt as he slipped his
underwear off and got into bed. He turned off the light.

    I walked to the other side, took off my pajamas and got in with him.  I
played with his big boner while he got his finger in me and found that spot
and began to lightly rub it. Then I started sucking him. Soon I was moving
my butt on his finger.

    This time I was paying more attention to what his finger was doing.
The good feeling is hard to describe. Like little sparks? Like little
pulses? I really don't have the words and certainly didn't then. The
feeling built up then faded. Built up again and faded. Each time it built
up more. Then it almost felt like if it got any more intense it would hurt.

    I got to that point and wished he would stop but then it felt like
waves of pulses in my butt, balls and dick. Like convulsions maybe, all I
know is that it was wonderful. My dick was doing little jerks. Neil pushed
more cock into my mouth. I think I was making little animal noises and he
was trying to quiet me.

    So that's how I found out what cum was, what it tasted like and how to
get it. About 2 months later I got my friend's fifteen-year-old brother to
let me get some of his.

    His name was John. I was 9 by now. He didn't want to do sex stuff at
first but he was a horny teen and finally let me play with his woody.  Soon
I was stroking his dick and watching him shoot cum up on his chest and
belly.

    He just stared at me when I licked some of his cream off my hand. It
wasn't long before he was getting me alone to suck him. The first few times
he wouldn't cum in my mouth but he soon got over that restriction.

    One day he was home alone and we went up to his bedroom and we
undressed and lay on his bed. I started just playing with him at first.

    Squeezing and licking his cock and balls and then I remembered what
Neil had done to me and tried to do it to John. As soon as I touched his
asshole he jumped and said, "What do you think you're doing?" I explained
it as best I could and he asked, slightly angry, "How would you like me to
do that to you?"

    I told him he could if he wanted and he told me to rollover onto my
stomach.

    He spread my butt cheeks and touched my tight little, pink hole and
tried to push his finger in. Well he didn't have a clue. I told him to put
his finger in his mouth and get it wet then it would be slippery. "No way
am I going to do that after touching your shithole," was his reply.

    He walked out and came back a few minutes later with a jar of hand
cream or something. He got his finger in me. He wasn't finding the spot.
It wasn't feeling that good.

    As big as Neil was John was small. I'd guess about four inches. It
wasn't that much bigger than Neil's finger. I had no trouble getting his
whole cock in my mouth. But even with a small dick he shot a lot of cum.

    So anyway John decided to go a bit farther than I intended. He put some
of the hand cream on his dick.

    I was on my stomach with my legs spread. He just lay down on me and
started to hump my butt. Then he got off, lifted my middle and shoved his
pillow under my hips and lay back down on me.

    It didn't take long. He got things lined up and it started to go in.
It wasn't very comfortable and I tried to get out from under him but he
held me in place. He got it in me and I soon felt a flood of liquid fire in
my ass.

    About an hour later as I was playing with his dick John wanted to do it
again.

    This time I got on top and lowered myself onto it. It went a lot easier
this way and felt a lot better. I was rubbing that spot in my ass on his
cock and it felt great.  He started pumping up into me but soon just rolled
me over on my back.

    This was even better. His cock was rubbing on the spot and after about
5 minutes I got that super duper feeling. My little dick was jumping.
Another five minutes and John shot another warm creamy flood into me.

    Now this part isn't too cool. John was usually ok and treated me pretty
well but this day a kid named Frank (yup, that same mean Frank) was down in
the woods with us. Frank wasn't one of my favorite people. He was chubby,
pimply and had a mean streak. He was just nasty.

    Frank kept talking to John about girls they knew from school. Who had
the biggest tits. Which girls put out, which guys they were putting out
for. Then he mentioned girls sucking dicks.

    Then John decided he wanted his dick sucked and didn't care if Frank
was there or not. I didn't want to but John was starting to get pissed so I
gave in and agreed. John dropped his pants and I knelt in front of him and
started sucking.

    Frank kept saying shit like, "God damn, I don't fucking believe this.
The fucking kid is sucking your fucking wiener. The fucking kid's a
cocksucker".

    I was thinking, "Shut the fuck up, you dumbass, fucking asshole,
pussy-faced dipshit".

    But then John pulled back and told me to take my pants off. I knew he
was going to fuck me. He had probably screwed me 10 times by now and I had
gotten used to having his cock in my ass, but doing it with someone else
there was just weird, especially this dork. I hesitantly did as he said and
got down on my hands and knees.

    By this time John had figured out the saliva thing and while he was
trying to get into me Frank pulled down his pants and knelt in front of me
trying to stick his dick in my mouth. It was about an inch longer than
John's and fatter.

    I was trying to avoid it but John told me to suck it so I put my mouth
on the head and started sucking. They got into a rhythm and soon John was
pushing forward and forcing Frank's chubby cock farther and farther into my
mouth. Then I felt John's cum start pumping into me.

    I stopped sucking Frank at this point but as soon as John pulled his
dick out of me Frank got up, moved behind me and stuck his in. John was the
only one I had taken up there and Frank's fat fucker hurt like hell.  Only
good thing was he didn't take long. After that I made it a point to stay
away from both of them.

    Neil and I were still doing it in the guest room 2 or 3 times a year
but now he was using two fingers. I guess John's banging me had stretched
me some.

    So that's my sex history up to meeting Leo. I messed around with
another kid named Matt for a while after John but all he wanted to do was
get sucked. He's not interesting enough to tell you about. So let's get
back to Leo.

			      To be continued

This story is dedicated to the memories of Justin Case, Eric Draven and
Axl.  Wherever you are guys, you are still remembered, missed and loved.


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