Date: Fri, 13 Mar 2009 20:17:20 -0500
From: burningnet@hushmail.com
Subject: Joey Campanella - Part 1

JOEY CAMPANELLA - PART ONE

The year was 1968. I lived in Florida and was 12 years old.

Me - skinny, reddish brown hair, freckles, non-athletic - just on the cusp
of puberty - a few scraggly hairs coming in above my little dick - 2 1/2
inches soft and about 4 inches hard. I had just started squirting some
clear juice. My balls hung down like grapes in my smooth sack. My legs and
armpits were still hairless. I weighed about 90 pounds.

I had an older brother who used me to help him get off - forcing me to give
him hand jobs and suck him until he would shoot off in my mouth. He was
bigger than me and treated me like crap. I got used to submitting to him.
If I didn't do what he said, he would punch me, twist my arm behind my
back, push me down on the floor and anything else he could think of to hurt
me. I was basically scared of him and did whatever he wanted to avoid the
abuse. My parents weren't really involved in our lives - other than
providing for us - working all the time and otherwise being involved in
their own pursuits. My brother had a 6 inch dick, bigger balls and a lot
more hair than me. And he would shoot a lot of thick, white cum. He hadn't
fucked me yet, but that was to come in time.

I was in 6th grade at the time and rode a bus to school. The bus stop
happened to be right in front of my house, so I would come outside only
when the bus was about to come. I was sometimes picked on by other kids and
was in fact, kind of a wimp. One kid who rode the bus was Joey Campanella.
Joey was Italian and was actually a year younger than me and in the 5th
grade. Although he was younger, he was bigger and more mature - obviously
going through puberty at that young age because he had dark hair coming in
on his lower legs and when he wore a tank top - you could see dark hairs
growing in his armpits. - not much - but enough to see clearly. He also was
getting a lot of dark fuzz above his upper lip. In those days, boys wore
short, tight cut-offs and often I could see Joey's Italian sausage - had a
pretty big bulge "down there".  More than once I think he caught me staring
at his crotch and just had a kind of smirk - and look of disgust on his
face.

During this same period of time, Joey had been bullying me. He would trip
me, hit me, mock me - make me the butt of his jokes. He got a kick out of
the fact that he was younger and a grade behind me - yet he was bigger and
stronger and he set out to make my life miserable. He would take my stuff,
take my money, take my lunch if I brought it and generally lorded it over
me. He never beat me up or really hurt me - but I dreaded it whenever he
was around. All the other kids would laugh at me and join in Joey's abuse.
He would sit on my chest and one time even sat on my face and farted.

After he sat on my chest a few times - he began to move his crotch closer
and closer to my face.  When he did - I could swear that his bulge seemed
bigger than usual. The last time he did it, was after school on a Friday.
The bus had dropped us off in front of my house as usual and Joey was
picking on me as usual. After all the other kids left, he knocked me down
and sat on my chest. This time as he pushed his jeans-covered crotch
against my face and I could feel his steel-hard dick. As he held it there,
I could actually feel the heat and smell- a musky, sweatly smell. My own
heart was pounding and I could feel my own little dick get totally stiff
inside my pants. Joey knew both my parents worked. He said, "Is anyone at
your house?"

I said, "No, my parents won't be home for at least three hours and my
brother is hanging out with Eddie (my brother's best friend)".

Joey got off me, pulled me up, twisted my arm behind my back as he pushed
me toward my house. "Let's go," he said. "You've got some work to do."

I just walked toward the house in a fog. I was scared, excited and
extremely turned on at the same time. As I unlocked the door, he pushed me
inside.

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THE END OF PART 1