Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2004 12:12:09 -0500
From: David Waugh
Subject: Looking-for-sex-5

Looking-for-Sex, Chapter 5

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sex, between adults and minors.  It is not intended to
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Looking-for-Sex-5

     The following year, when I turned 9, my class got
reassigned to a new coach, Andy.  He was a hefty man of
about 25, somewhat rotund, very blond and pink, like a
piglet.  His round face was always smiling, but his forget-
me-not eyes hardly ever did.  He put me on guard.  It's not
that I did not like him, I just did not trust him.  On the
whole, I found him quite pleasant to deal with but not
terribly attractive:  we called such people "a pleasant
peasant."  Perhaps that's why I did not initiate any
contact.
     Andy was a cross-country ski aficionado (the
administration, afraid of liabilities, did not allow
students to do any other kind).  So he arranged to have all
students go skiing twice a week.  They let us go early from
school, at about noon.   Then we would gather at the subway
station at 2, arrive in the park at 3, and stay there till
6.  One was lucky if one staggered home by 8 pm.  I
realized, even then, that the arrangement required a lot of
ingenuity and flexibility on Andy's part, as well as on the
part of the administration.  And yet I hated it.  Why?
Well, I was lazy.  I liked skiing all right, but to leave
home twice a week at 1 pm and come back at 8 was just too
much.  So, I played hooky.
     Then, one day, as I was going home, I bumped into Andy
in the street.  He looked me over from head to toe and said,
"Why did you stop coming to the ski meets?"
     "It's too far and takes too much time," I answered
truthfully.  "And then I am awfully tired the next day."
     "Everybody does it, and no one's complaining."
     "Oh, they do, but not to you," I said.
     "Why not?" he asked.
     "I guess they are afraid to say anything."
     "And you are not?"
     "Should I be?" I asked evasively.
     "All right, he said.  "I want to see you in my office
tomorrow, at noon."
     Mentally, I told him where to go and what to do, but I
could not avoid a direct order.  The next day I went to his
office.  Andy greeted me as usual, then locked the door and
said, "You behave like a."  I don't know what word he was
going to use, but judging by the fact that he did not, it
had to be pretty bad.  "I don't want other students to stop
attending my class.  But they will if they see that someone
doesn't and suffers no consequences.  How can I make sure
that you attend the ski meets?"
     "Easy.  Make it worthwhile for me," I said.
     "How?" he asked sitting down on the edge of the desk.
     He sat with his legs wide open.  I was tempted.
     "Tell me," he insisted, "don't be afraid."
     "Let me touch you there," I finally said and pointed a
finger between his legs.
     I fully expected to be hit, at the very least slapped.
But as my finger stopped within an inch of his privates, he
merely stared at me in surprise.  Then he laughed, went to
the door, locked it, and came back to where I was standing.
     "So, you wanna fuck?" he asked me in a low but clear
voice.
     I nodded.  Actually, I was a bit confused.  I knew what
fucking meant, and that was not what I wanted to do.  I was
curious about adult men's sexual organs, I loved touching
them, feeling them.  And that was all I really wanted to do.
But I felt that if I said "no," Andy would lose interest.
So I nodded, "yes."
     He then sat on the edge of his desk and said, "Drop
`em."
     I undid my belt and pulled down my pants together with
my underwear and just stood there, watching him watching me.
     He looked at me licking his chops.  I looked down at my
own privates and wondered why anyone would want to "play"
with me:  bald, small, and utterly uninteresting.  And yet,
Andy was staring at me with real interest, I would even say
fascination.
     Encouraged, I stepped forward, - one little step for
humanity, a giant step for me - and touched him there,
enjoying the feeling of fullness and great mass that I could
feel through the relatively thin fabric of his pants.  Then,
as he got off the desk and stood
"at attention," I unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his
pants, then his BVDs.
     His nakedness was luminous:  he had a short but bulbous
dick overgrown with blond hair and heavy low-hanger balls
that were clearly visible in the bush.  But on the whole, I
did not like him naked:  he was too pink, too unmasculine.
     At that point he turned around, as if to show me his
crack and lifted his right leg to demonstrate his testicles.
Then, in one clean swoop he cleared the desk and said, "Lie
down."
     I did, but found the desk top much too hard.  Andy
noticed that.  He took his jacket and put it on the desk.
For pillow, we used my school bag.  It was less than
convenient but ok.
     "Stretch your legs," he said and stood at the other
side of the desk, looking up my body through between my
legs.  He then touched me lightly between the legs, and
said, "How old are you?  Nine?  You have a good set."  And
started playing with my balls.
     I let him play for a couple of minutes, then said, "I
want to touch you too."  So, he moved to the side of the
desk and stood with his groin "staring" me in the face while
I greedily touched him everywhere:  his thick dick, the
hair, the nuts.  As I played with his privates, Andy
developed a strong erection.  I say "strong," because his
dick stood all the way up, close to his tummy, exposing his
heavy balls.  When I tried to bring it down, Andy stopped
me.
     "It hurts," he said.
     "Sorry."  I had never seen such an erection.  Even my
penis didn't go beyond 45 degrees.
     "Have you ever been fucked?" he suddenly asked touching
my behind.
     "No."
     "Have you sucked?"
     "No."
     "What have you done then?"
     "Just jacked off, touched someone," I explained
reluctantly.
     "With a pal from school?"
     I did not feel like offering him any explanations - did
he expect a list? - so I said "yupp."
     "Well, if you are sure you want to, suck me.  You've
got to start some time," he said pointing his average-sized
dick at my mouth.
     Why do I want to start some time, I wondered?  I was
comfortable playing with men's balls, I loved that.  But
sucking their dicks?  Or letting them insert their "thing"
in my ass?  Yukk.
     "Wash it first," I said because I have always been
squeamish.
     "Oh, it's clean, I took a shower this morning.
Please!"
     I looked at him quite a bit surprised.  Wasn't it
funny?  Here was this big grown-up man with his hairy prick
begging me to take it into my mouth!  Well, at least he
wasn't trying to force me, flashed in my mind.  I hesitated
and finally took it in my mouth.  Although it didn't look
big, the head alone easily filled my entire mouth cavity.
And he was already holding my head to make me take the rest
of his organ.  I gagged.
     "I cuhn't!" I said spitting out his penis.  "It's just
too big."
     "OK, turn around."
     "You want my ass?"
     "You never tried that either?" he asked.
     "No."
     "Well, you have to start some time," he said.
     "Why?  I am not big enough yet.  I can wait."
     "Well, I can't.  You are like a piece of prime beef,"
and he licked his chops.
     "Well, ok, let's try it," I finally agreed.  "But if it
hurts, you will stop, won't you?" I asked with perfect
naivety.
     "Sure."  He turned me around, grabbed a tube of
Vaseline that appeared out of nowhere, and slowly worked a
glob into my ass.  It did not hurt, but it was not pleasant
either.  He massaged my asshole for a while until I was
bored.  Then, he put his organ against my hole and started
to push it in with slow circular motions.  He was trying to
be gentle, but the pain was ferocious:  his penis was just
too big.  I squirmed.  Since then, I have read it repeatedly
that many people enjoy anal sex, even the first time.  But I
most certainly did not.  I moaned.
     "Ok, you try it.  Adjust it any way it's convenient,"
he said and put both his hands on my buns.
     With my right hand I reached behind and circled my
fingers around his dick.  I tried it at different angles and
at different depth, but I could not find a position that did
not hurt.
     "I am sorry, I can't," I said and sat up.  In the
process I almost twisted his prick.     "Watch it!" he cried
out popping his dick out of my ass with a funny sound, not
unlike uncorking a bottle of wine.
     "You are not a girl," he finally said trying to play on
my masculine pride.  "It only hurts girls, and only the
first time."
     "Well, it sure hurts me, it hurts something awful."
     "All right," he sighed, "do it with your hands.  Hold
my nuts in one hand and jack me off with the other."
     I did, much to my and his satisfaction, although his
was mixed with irritation.  But he, evidently, hoped that
eventually he would tame me.
     He didn't.  We saw each other once a week, the whole
semester, until we were both bored with each other.  And
then, on winter break, he went skiing in the mountains and
found someone else, and that was the end of our
relationship.

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