Date: Mon, 10 May 2004 20:07:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Spencer <ecolio157h700@yahoo.com>
Subject: Your first time dream (M/b, oral, anal, mast)

This story is completely fiction, and deals with the issue of man-boy
love. If you shouldn't be reading it, for whatever reason, then don't! If
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You smile at me, and say, "C'mon, sit over here. That chair is just not
comfortable, it's only here for show." I look at your good looking face,
and think to myself, "Oh man, did I screw up his furniture?" I get up from
the straight-backed chair, and sit next to you on the couch.

"I hope I don't mess up your couch. I'm all sweaty, and I've got grass
stains - see?" I say, showing you my cutoff shorts, ripped tee shirt, and
the grassy green marks on my legs and shoes.

"I think you look fine," you say. "And don't worry about being sweaty OR
dirty here!" Your eyes linger on my thighs, which are slim, and hairless.

I blush, and say, "Thank you," a shy smile on my face. You smile back, and
I feel a little more at ease.

"How old are you, Chris?" You ask, and I reply, "Thirteen. Well, in 4
months, anyway."

You say then, "You look pretty well built for a twelve, uh, thirteen year
old."

"Uh, yes sir," I reply. "I'm 5' 2" tall and I weigh 105 pounds. I wouldn't
mind getting taller and putting on some weight, but my dad was pretty
short, so I don't know......"

"Please, Chris, you don't have to call me `Sir.' After all, I'm only 23
myself. Call me Mike," you say.  After a slight hesitation, you say, "I
noticed you referred to your dad in the past tense, is he not living with
you all?"

"No sir, uh, Mike, he died when I was a little boy. I never knew him, but
my mom says he was a good man, and I should grow up just like him. I hope I
do, except for that short thing." You smile at that, and say, "I'm sure you
will, Chris. I've only known you a little while, and I can already see that
you're a fine young man. After all, you've already got your own lawn mowing
business going. And if you don't mind my saying so, you're a darn fine
looking boy, too."

"Uh, thanks again," I say. "But you're a very handsome man, uh, Mike." Part
of that is being polite, but you really are good looking, and not at all
scary, like some grownups. "And you're not scary," I blurt out. Your smile
fades a little, a look of concern on your face, and you say, "You haven't
been threatened by any grownups, have you, Chris?"

"Uh, no, it's just that some grownups get kinda loud and, well, scary, when
they want to push a kid around," I say. You look relieved.

"I know exactly what you mean, Chris. My father used to bully us kids
around when I was younger, and I promised myself I'd never be that way with
my kids," you say. Changing the subject, you say, "Would you like some
soda, or lemonade, or anything else to drink?"

"Thanks, Mike, I'd sure like a soda, sure," I say. You get up, and walk
into your kitchen. I look around, and see a rack of DVDs by the TV. Looking
at the titles, I start to get a funny feeling in my stomach.  Not a bad
funny feeling, kind of a good feeling. The titles are ones like, `Man and
Boy Camping Adventures, Part I,' and `Pleasing Daddy.' I wonder what
they're about, cause all of my movies are ones that you used to see in the
theater first, and I never heard of those. I scoot back to the couch.

You walk back into the living room, and as I look at you, I wish that my
dad was as tall as you are, at least 6' tall, and I guess around 170
pounds. I hope I'll grow up to be your size, and maybe look something like
you. Your hair is darker than my light blonde hair, yours is kind of dark
brown, and short, where mine hangs down into my eyes all the time, and lays
on my neck in the back. I can see the muscles in your arms and legs flex,
too, and the shape of your chest through your golf shirt. I feel a little
tingle inside.

"Here y'go, tiger," you say, and I gratefully accept the can of cold soda,
your fingers lingering against mine as I take the can. I swallow about half
of it in one gulp. You get a startled look on your face, smile, and say,
"Wow, you ARE thirsty!"

"Yeah," I say, and grin back at you. I decide to ask you about your
DVDs. "What kind of movies are those, Mike?" I ask, pointing at the
rack. You look startled again, and say, "Chris, I didn't realize those were
out. Those are, er, grownup movies."

"Can I see one?" I ask. "I'm pretty grownup, they're not gonna scare me."

"Well, they're not scary movies at all, Chris. They're about adults and
children showing love for each other," you say. "And it's really just men
and boys."

"That sounds nice," I say.

"Well, have you had sex education yet in school, or did your mom or someone
else talk to you about sex?" You ask.

"Yeah," I say. "They talked about men and women having sex, and about
masturbation, and about homosexuals and gays, and other stuff." Something
occurs to me then. "Uh, Mike, are YOU gay?" I ask.

"Yuh," you reply. "Does that make a difference?" You ask.

"Heck no," I say. "I see gay stuff on TV all the time, like `Queer Eye' and
`Will and Grace' . Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," you say.

"How come those guys like, talk funny and walk funny, and stuff?" I ask
you.

You laugh, and say, "Well, I think that's Hollywood's idea of what everyone
else, straight people, think gays should act like."

"Am I a straight person?" I ask you.

"Well, that's something you have to find out for yourself, Chris," you say
gently. "Some people don't find the answer to that question for a long,
long time."

"How do you know if you're gay or not?" I ask you.

"I guess there's a lot of ways to find that out, Chris. For me, I had a
crush on my best friend as a teenager. One time when he slept over, we
masturbated together, and I knew that I wanted to be with, and touch, and
make love to other guys. That's how I knew I was gay."

"Like, you saw his dick?" I ask.

"Well, yeah, and touched him, and kissed him, and other stuff," Mike said.

"So, if I did that, I could find out if I was gay?" I ask you.

"Well, yeah, but you could probably get a good idea about that by how you
felt about looking at pictures of men," you say.

"Or videos?" I ask, looking at the DVDs.

"Okay, you got me," you say, grinning. "I suppose you want to look at one
of these, huh?"

"Uh huh, yeah," I say, excitedly. "Please." You get up and turn on the TV,
simultaneously taking one of the DVDs out of its case and slipping it into
the player. The movie starts, and it's about a troop of like Boy Scouts
that goes out camping with 3 adult troop leaders, to a secluded place in
the woods. It seems kind of boring, until three of the boys and one of the
adults decide to go swimming in a creek.

I'm amazed by what happens when they start swimming - they all get naked,
and horsing around, but soon it ends up where the 3 naked boys, and the
naked man, are touching each other and even kissing.  Finally, after about
5 minutes of touching each other, and the man putting each of the boys'
dicks in his mouth, and kissing their rear ends, the man squirts out a
whole bunch of white stuff, sperm I think, out of his dick, right onto one
of the boy's stomachs!  Then all kinds of other stuff happens between the
men and boys!

Watching the video gets me really excited - especially looking at the men's
dicks, which are long and hard. Mine gets hard, too, but it's only about 4"
long. The dicks on the men in the movie are at least 6" long, and thick,
thicker than mine, for sure. I wonder what it would feel like to touch
them. Would they be warm, like mine? Do they get really hard, like metal?
Mine gets hard, but it's still soft on the outside, even when I masturbate.

Their dicks are nice and pink, with the tops of their dicks kind of
purplish red, almost like a grape lollipop, and I wonder what they would
taste like. The boys' dicks are just the same, except they're much smaller,
like mine, one boy's dick looks like it's only about 2" long - that's
REALLY small! And the boys' dicks are all smooth like mine, no hair, but
their balls are wrinkled of course, and the men's dicks are all hairy
around at their stomachs, and where their balls are.

A couple of times I get to look at the men's butt holes, like when they
bend over sucking a boy's dick or kissing a boy's butt, and their butts are
kind of hairy, with a tiny little patch of hair around their holes, while
the boys don't have any hair at all on their butts. They both look so
pretty, I don't really know which is better. My dick is super hard the
whole time I'm looking at the naked boys and men, and I'm startled when you
turn the TV off.

"Well, that's probably enough for now, Chris," you say. I look at you with
glazed eyes, and murmur, "That was really nice."

You smile, and say, "It looks as though you kind of liked that video,
Chris. Your cock's real stiff." I follow your eyes, and the front of my
shorts are tented out. I'm embarrassed to see the tip of my dick is poking
out the left leg of my shorts. Before I can do anything, you say,"Your cock
looks beautiful, Chris. May I touch it?"

There's nothing I'd rather feel MORE right then, than your hand on my dick,
so I nod yes, not trusting my voice, which tends to crack sometimes when
I'm excited. Your hand is trembling slightly, as your hand strokes my
thigh, then shyly strokes over the top of my dick. "Your cock head is
leaking, Chris.  That means you're excited!" You say.

"It feels really nice when you touch me there, Mike," I say, and sigh. It
feels even better than when I touch myself.

"Let me make you feel better, then," you say, and put your hands on the
snap of my shorts, unsnapping them, and pulling the zipper down. "I want to
take your shorts off you now," you say, and I lift my butt up so you can
pull them down, off my thighs. In an instant, my shorts are on the floor,
still around my legs, on top of my sneakers. You pick up one of my feet so
the shorts slip off my left leg, still on top of my right shoe. My legs
move apart, and you kneel between my legs.

I'm wishing as strongly as I can, that you'll touch my dick again. I want
to feel your silky touch on it, it felt so nice before! You must read my
mind, because your large hand gently encircles my dick, which is VERY
stiff, and sticking straight up. The warmth of your hand seems to fill my
dick, which gets even harder. There's a small drop of liquid in the opening
where pee comes out, and just as your finger goes to it, I say, "Oh Mike,
don't touch that, that's pee, I get that sometimes when I touch myself!"

You laugh, and say, "No, Chris, that's pre-cum, and it means you're going
to cum soon!"

"What's `cum' mean? I ask.

"That means you're going to get really excited, and shoot out your sperm,"
you explain. NOW those pictures in Sex Ed make sense.

"I didn't used to do that," I say.

"No, you're getting older, and that's something that happens when you get
older," you respond. "Oh," I say. Your finger continues on to the liquid,
and you scoop it up with your finger tip, then bring it up to your tongue,
and you taste it. "Umm," you say, after you taste it with the tip of your
tongue. "You taste sweet, and a little salty, Chris."

"Thank you," I say, cause I don't know what else to say. I just want to
feel you touching my dick, and I feel really happy when you slowly start to
stroke up and down my dick with your fist.

"Ohh," I moan.

"Like that?" You ask, with a smile. "Oh yes, please do it more!" I
respond. I lean back and close my eyes. Suddenly I feel something warm and
wet on the top of my dick, while you're still stroking it. I open my eyes,
to see that you have your lips around the top of my dick, and sort of
licking it like a sucker, swirling your tongue around the top of my dick!
My hands go to your hair, at first to push you away, but soon my hands are
tangled in your hair, pushing your mouth even further down onto my dick.

"Yes, yes!! Mike, that feels wonderful, lick my dick, please!" Now I know
how the boys in the video felt. It feels great!! Your hand strokes faster
and faster up and down my dick, while your tongue swirls around the top. As
you treat me to such great feelings, you push my legs up slowly, so that
I'm on my back, with my legs up in the air.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm wondering why you're doing that, but
it feels too good to stop, so I don't say anything, I don't want you to
stop! Very soon, I start to get the tingly feeling in my stomach, and dick,
that I get when I masturbate, but it feels way stronger. I say, "Mike, I
think I'm gonna cum!!" But you just suck even harder, your mouth all over
my dick, and your fingers now tickling my balls, and underneath my balls to
my butt.

"Mike, I'm cumming!!" I yell, the most delicious feeling I've ever felt
washes over me, I can feel the sperm I've started shooting in the last
couple of weeks shooting out of my dick, RIGHT INTO YOUR MOUTH!!! and I
think I go unconscious for a little while. When I wake up again, you've got
my legs bent, with my thighs pressed against my chest, and my knees
bent. My butt hole is exposed, and you're tickling it with your finger, it
feels nice. The next thing I know, you dip your head down, and I can feel
your tongue tickling around the outside of my butt hole, then INSIDE my
butt hole!!!

"Mike, WHAT are you doin-OH, GOD, THAT"S GOOD!!! You're licking my butt
hole!! That's SO dirty!!! UHH, YEAH!!! OH, MIKE, YEAH, YEAH, LICK IT!!
UHHH!!" My hand goes to my dick and starts stroking it again, it's SO HARD,
and it FEELS SO GOOD!!

My dick shoots again, but just a little bubble of cum this time, and it
drools down the side of my dick and over my fingers, a white stream of
cum. I look at you dazedly, and slump back. You feel my cumming, and
relaxing, and you reluctantly remove your tongue from my bottom and sit up
between my legs. As you look into my blue eyes with your green eyes, a
spark passes between us.

You grin at me, and say, "Did that feel nice, Chris?" I smile back weakly,
and nod, and you say, "Can I kiss you now?" I nod more enthusiastically now
- I want to know what it feels like to have a man's mouth against mine, his
lips pressing into mine. As you press your face to mine, I discover
everything else that comes with a man's kiss.

I smell your sweat, intoxicating, and mixed with the musky smell of my
butt, as you touch your lips to mine. Then I feel something wiggling,
trying to invade my mouth, and I realize you're sliding your tongue into MY
mouth!! I've never even realized such a thing was possible, as I've never
kissed anyone romantically before, but the feeling of your tongue in my
mouth echoes the feelings I experienced when your tongue was wiggling in my
butt.

Then I think about how dirty it is to have a tongue that was just up
somebody's butt now in my mouth, and my dick starts to harden again. You
press yourself against me, and my arms go around your strong, firm body. We
continue to kiss, and I decide to slip my tongue into your mouth, too. You
chuckle, and let me invade your mouth, as our tongues duel. I feel the
hardness in your pants pressing against me, and I want to see it, and
experience it.

I gasp into your ear, "Mike, can I see YOUR dick, too?"

"You want to see my COCK, baby? You want to see how big you've made me?"
You say.

"Yes, please!" I squeal. You unsnap your jeans, and jerk them down to your
knees, the farthest they can go, since you're still kneeling between my
legs. Your cock springs out, and at first it looks like it's going to leap
down my throat, as it bounces up and down. I take it in with my eyes for
the first time.  You're MUCH bigger than I am, maybe 8" long, and as thick
as the ones on the men in the video.

You've got just a small patch of hair at the base of it, but your balls are
smooth, like mine, and my hand unconsciously reaches out to gently cradle
those smooth balls in their wrinkled sack, then shyly grasp and climb up
the long pole between your hairy legs. "God, that feels GOOD," you whisper
to me, and I know now that there is indeed something special between us
now. I feel something wet halfway up your cock, and I see that you're cock
is leaking a large amount of fluid, and it's running down it, onto my hand.

"Uhh, that's it baby, stroke me!!" You whisper urgently, so I stroke your
meat, which is hotter than I expected, but soft, like velvet covering a
shaft of iron. I'm thrilled that you call me `baby,' not offended, because
it makes me feel like I'm your girlfriend or something. I've certainly
never felt like THAT before!

"Keep strokin', faster sweetheart," you mutter, and I realize that I hold
your fate in my hands, I can make YOU cum, too, just by the touch of my
hand! I stroke your hardness faster and faster, and you start to
babble. "FUCK!!! YEAH, BABY!! JACK MY HARD FUCKIN' PRICK, YOU CUNT!!  DO
ME!! YEAH, UHH!! UHH!! FUCK, BABY, I'M CUMMIN' IN YOUR HOT LITTLE HAND!!
BITCH!!!!"

Just then your cock shoots an amazing amount of your stuff all over my
stomach and chest!! It seems like gallons of a thick, white juice all over
my tee shirt, which is wadded up under my chin, and the naked skin of my
chest, by my little pink nipples. 3 or 4 times, it shoots out onto me, a
hot liquid sticking to my tanned skin. Then there's 2 or 3 more slow,
oozing squirts of more fluid, running down your dick, all over my fingers,
thickly coating them in your hot, white cum.

I don't know what to do at this point, so I just slow down, then stop, my
stroking of your colossal cock, but I leave my fingers wrapped around it -
I don't want to let go. Its strength, and heat in my hand feels good, and
natural to me. You lay yourself against me then, and I absorb your warmth,
and masculinity into me, helping me to grow up some. We both doze off after
our cums, and sleep together for a little while. I savor the feel of your
stubbly cheeks against my sensitive chest, and when I wake up again, I feel
your tears as you cry softly against me.

"Why are you crying, Mike?" I ask. You lift up your handsome head, and say,
"Because you're the son I knew I'd never have, the perfect boy. You made me
so happy, Chris."

"I don't have a daddy, Mike. Would YOU be my daddy?" With that, you smile,
then bring your full lips to mine, and we seal our new friendship with a
kiss, as long and lasting as we know we'll be together.

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