Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 15:56:37 -0500
From: C L <homo_erotica@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chuck Part 1

WARNING: The following story is true; it contains explicit descriptions of
young male nudity, masturbation, and oral sex. If you are under 18 or it is
illegal for you to read this because of your location (county, state,
country, etc), please stop now.

In telling this story, I attempt to portray my early gay experiences as
typical of the sexual awakenings of a closeted gay teen in the 70's. While
the experiences herein are true, they actually happened over the course of
about four years or so; in the interest of brevity, I have condensed some
of these multiple encounters into one. A couple of years into my relations
with this individual, I also found myself becoming sexually active with
another high school friend but that story is for another series.

I have long wanted to tell this story, and I hope it excites you as it does
me as I remember it. This is the first in a series, my first, so please let
me know if you liked it and want to hear more. I enjoy reading the postings
on this site, and I'm eager to read posts of your experiences as well.

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-= Part 1: On the Brink =-

I first met Chuck in the sixth grade; it was the fall of 1973 and, because
my family had recently moved, I was attending a new school. It was in the
same school system I had always attended, but because we were staying in my
aunt's second home while we built our new house, it required that I attend
the old school downtown.

Over that school year, I found myself increasingly attracted to him; there
was just something about his relaxed, outgoing manner that drew me to
him. He seemed older, though we were both about the same age, but even then
he exuded a masculinity that excited me somehow. Due to his Italian
heritage, he had olive skin, longish dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a
solid, athletic build; me, on the other hand, being of Irish descent, had
curly reddish-brown hair, blue eyes, and a fair freckled complexion, with
the remnants of baby fat stubbornly holding on.

I had, for the prior year or so, been feeling more attracted to the boys I
knew than the girls, and it was confusing to me. Although years earlier,
when I was perhaps 6 or so, my older cousin (5 years older) had taught me
about masturbation and had even convinced me to suck his dick a little, I
had never considered myself 'gay' - indeed, I didn't even know what the
word meant in that context. I considered myself a normal boy of that age
who, naturally, had "girl friends" and what my cousin and I had done was
some experimenting so I'd know what it was all about.

By the time I met Chuck, although I hadn't done anything of a sexual nature
with anyone since my cousin - besides a few "show and tell" sessions with
neighborhood buddies - I did know a little bit about sex and jerking off,
and I found myself thinking more and more of guys when I did it. And now it
seemed that Chuck entered into my fantasies whenever I jerked off; I
couldn't help but think of him in that way. I wondered if he did it, too,
and if he enjoyed it as much as I did. I couldn't wait for the chance to
find out.

The following year, seventh grade, meant going to the Junior High School,
and Chuck and I quickly rekindled our friendship. He was most definitely
the leader in our relationship, and I just followed along with whatever he
wanted to do like an eager puppy.  Now that we both lived relatively close
to the school, there was more opportunity for us to get together outside of
school. One fall night, it seemed my secret desire for him might be
realized.

That night, we had planned on going to see the high school band play a
concert. Since it was on a weekend night, I OK'd it with my Mom to have him
spend the night afterwards. Our house was a large split level and - me
being the only boy, with three sisters in the house - my room was the
entire downstairs area. Though not really a 'bedroom', it suited me just
fine...it had a fireplace and bar and bathroom...what more could a boy
want!

When we got home from the concert, my Mom fixed us some snacks and told us
to help ourselves to some sodas from the fridge behind the bar. We stayed
up late that night talking and goofing around, until everyone else in the
house had gone to bed. Finally, we were ready to get some sleep, and I
pulled out the sofa sleeper that was my bed. We hopped in, and continued
our conversation. We talked about nothing, really...our classes, girls in
school, cars we liked, etc...and, as always, I was enjoying being with him.

As we lay there on top of the sheets in just our underwear, I couldn't help
but notice his physique; as I said before, he had an athletic build, and he
had just started on the JV Football team. He was developing quicker than
me, I noticed, and he had dark hair under his arms and defined pecs with
erect, small brown nipples with a patch of hair between. His flat stomach
had a small trail of coarse dark hair leading into his briefs, which were
amply filled with what looked like a nice bulge underneath.

I, myself, was of average (I guessed) endowment for my age, but it looked
like Chuck had a real handful, even soft. As my mind contemplated this, I
tried to think of something to say that would steer him in the direction I
hoped this evening would go; as luck would have it, he innocently gave me
an opening.

He was talking about his football practice earlier that day when, suddenly,
he said "My back is so sore...I think I hurt it today in practice."

"Oh," I said, "sorry, this pullout isn't the most comfortable bed..." Could
this be my chance, I wondered? I threw caution to the wind and
ventured... "Want a backrub?"

He turned on his stomach, with his arms cradling his head. Hesitating for
only a second, he said "Yeah...that sounds good. Got any lotion?"

Did I have any lotion! Of course, I used it every night! "Sure, one minute"
and I was off to the bathroom to get it.

Climbing back onto the bed, I knealt at his right side. I couldn't believe
it! My mind raced along with my heart. I couldn't wait to touch him, to
feel his muscular body in my hands. Maybe, if I played my game well, I'd
get to do what I really wanted.

Squirting some lotion on my hands and rubbing them together, I reached out
for his broad shoulders and began to massage them slowly, but intensely,
with my palms and fingers. I worked my way from his neck, outwards toward
his shoulders, then down around his back just under the arms, and back up
again.

"Mmmm, that feels good."

"Mmmm", I replied. Yes, it does feel good I thought, as I continued down
his back. I don't know why, but for some reason I was blessed with a knack
for giving awesome body rubs (or so I've been told on more than one
subsequent occasion!), and I enjoy it immensely.

Applying some more lotion, I splayed my hands and followed his spine with
my thumbs - first down, and then up again, then down a little further. My
fingers stretched as far as I could out to his sides on his upper back, but
as I neared his narrow waist, my hands curled around his midsection.

Occassionally, he would give an appreciative groan of satisfaction.

Finding that being at his side was uncomfortable for me, I straddled him
and sat softly on his firm ass. My cock was starting to come to attention,
and I didn't want him to notice (at least not yet!). I was sure he could
feel my balls on his ass, though...

Clearing my throat, my dry mouth managed to say "Sorry, it's more
comfortable for me this way...am I hurting you?"

"No, it feels great!"

I continued my work on his back, eyeing through the dimness the fine
triangle of dark hair leading into his shorts. Man, he's hairy I
thought. Shifting down a little further, I started paying more attention to
massaging his waist and his lower back. I was now sitting on his thighs,
and my brief-clad cock was just an inch away from his butt. As I leaned
forward up towards his shoulders again, I'm sure he could feel my boner
lightly brush against his ass cheeks and nestle in his crack.

Moving my hands farther south, my thumbs found his lower back at the point
of his brief's elastic waistband. "Oh, that's it", he said. My fingers were
stretched out to his waist but, turning my hands outward, they were
suddenly on his hips, and my thumbs were massaging his perfect ass through
the cotton of his tighty-whities. Sliding down on him just a little bit
more, my hands were now gently rubbing all over his hot ass.

"I don't want to get lotion all over your shorts" I said, hoping that he'd
want me to continue, and praying silently that he'd get my drift. I so
wanted him out of those briefs!

In way of response, he lifted up his midsection and helped me push his
briefs down below his ass. What a magnificent sight! His firm butt cheecks
were lightly covered with a dusting of dark hair, which in the dim light
appeared to be turning into a forest of hair in the area below. Though I
couldn't actually see his balls, I could just tell they were hairy, too.

Using some more lotion, I gave his ass a good rubdown, getting every area I
dared reach. Not knowing much at all about assplay, I contented myself with
just fondling his cheeks, although I secretly longed to run my fingers deep
into his crack and massage the base of his balls, but I somehow controlled
myself.

Not wanting him to catch on to my lustful intentions, I regretfully began
sliding my hands further down to his well-developed legs...first one side,
then the other. I had to move his shorts lower still, til they were around
his knees, but he didn't seem to mind. His legs were powerful; muscular
thighs and calves covered in silky dark hair. As I wrapped my hands around
them, I could feel a lot of hair up in the area between his legs, just
below his balls. I let my fingers linger in that area, and I could feel his
nutsack lightly on the tops of my fingers as I did so.

By this time, I was getting so horny I wanted to just plow my face between
his legs and start licking his balls. Being basically shy and quite unsure
of his reaction, however, I was prepared to follow his lead, as I always
did. I simply continued back up his body, relishing every minute of it. All
the while I was anticipating what might come next...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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