Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2009 21:32:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sean Hardy <hardy.sean@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Zeke
DISCLAIMER:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts between a teenage boy and an adult. If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of eighteen please do not read. If
you enjoy this story, please check out my previous work.
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My first sexual experience of any kind came in the heat of summer when I
was just twelve years old. I'm from the South and, yes, it might be a
cliche but my maiden voyage of sorts involved my cousin, who was a year
younger than me.
I grew up in a very small town and, to be honest, there
really wasn't much to do in the summer outside hanging out with Zeke who
lived just up the road from me. We couldn't have been more different, he
was outdoorsy and loved to hunt and fish whereas I was an indoor boy and
spent my time watching movies or listening to music.
The one activity that Zeke and I could agree on was playing
video games - the more mindless and brutal the better. We could spend hours
just beating the hell out of one another virtually. Zeke's parents were
both dentists and had plenty of money to spend on him. They had a much
larger house than we did and the whole basement was Zeke's. I envied how
his parents had devoted an entire room to him. It was very large and had a
big-screen television with the latest game platform. He had pretty much
anything he wanted and a small part of me used the excuse of visiting him
just to share in the wealth.
Zeke's parents were both gone during the day and, even
though he was just eleven, they let him stay home alone and do what he
wanted.. They had a housekeeper who would stop by for a few hours in the
afternoon and look in on him but, other than that, he had total privacy.
One particular day, I was hanging out with my cousin as
usual. We had ridden our bikes to the pool and swam for a few hours and
then peddled back to his place to relax and watch a movie. There was
another little quirk about Zeke, he was obsessed with the movie "Top Gun"
and felt the need to watch it daily. I didn't really care for it one way or
the other but enjoyed the freedom of staying at his house and would just
follow along with what he wanted.
My cousin was destined to be a heartbreaker; he had been
blessed with a cute face and a charming personality that worked like
magic. I had always noticed that he was attractive but, being as I was so
young, had never thought much more about it. He was my friend and that was
where the line had been drawn, at least up until that day.
While watching Tom Cruise strut across the base, I sort of
nodded off and was then rudely awakened by Zeke punching me in the shoulder
and shouting at me to wake up. I opened my eyes and glared at him,
sometimes he could be so thoughtless.
"This is the good part!" he said, referring to the sex
scene in the movie. Looking back, I see how tame the scene actually was
but, to an eleven year old, it must have looked like porn.
"Take My Breath Away" wafted through the open room and I
groaned out in disgust. How many times had I watched this?
"Shut up!" Zeke scolded and punched me in the shoulder
again.
I reached over and shoved him off of the couch in
retaliation and laughed when he hit the floor. He shot his leg up and
kicked me and then dragged me off the couch to join him. We wrestled around
and shouted at one another for several minutes, finally ending with me
pinned to the floor with him on top of me.
"Whatever, you win.." I said in a smart ass tone. Zeke
grinned above me and it was then that I began to feel the pressure against
my leg. We were both wearing loose mess shorts and t-shirts and it was
becoming very apparent the close quarters had excited us both.
I had never once considered Zeke anything more than my
stuck-up cousin but now here I was underneath him and feeling his erection
against my leg. He had straddled me and was grinding himself ever so slowly
against me.
Soon-to-be-teenage hormones overtook me and my own crotch
responded to his movements. Suddenly neither of us was interested in
anything other than our current position and the pleasurable feelings
developing.
Zeke let out a low giggle and a huge smile formed on his
angelic face. I found myself smiling back at him and, after a few more
thrusts against my leg, I squirmed out from under my cousin. He looked at
me puzzled and then got up and started walking out of the room. I watched
as he paused for a second at the door and waited for me to follow.
To this day, I couldn't tell you what power overtook my
body but I got to my feet and hurried after him. I followed him down the
hall past the stairs to his bedroom. He closed the door after I'd entered
and then crossed to the bed. There were no words spoken between us as he
pulled the sheet back and slid in.
I had no idea what was happening but I was turned on and
blind with lust. I jumped into bed with him and he tugged the sheet up over
the both of us. It was very light in the room and even underneath the red
sheet, I could still make out every inch of his body.
Zeke shucked his shorts down and I got my first view at the
bulge in his tight white briefs. Of course, at our age, neither of us was
hung like a horse but the sight was impressive to my young eyes.
Timidly I found my hand reaching up and rubbing the outline
of his cock. He flinched as I touched him but then steadied and sucked in a
breath. I had no clue what I was doing, just knowing that I wanted to feel
that hardness concealed in his briefs.
I was so nervous, my heart beating so fast, my breath
labored. I kept thinking about how wrong this was, yet I couldn't stop
myself. I worried that, at any second, he would slap my hand away and call
me a faggot or something and that this would all blow up in my face but I
couldn't stop.
Zeke sighed as I rubbed the thin fabric up and down over
his penis. At that point in my life, I hadn't even masturbated, so I had no
idea what I was doing to him; I just knew that he appeared to like it. He
made a soft moaning sound as I brought my head down and nuzzled him through
his underwear.
Now, to my recollection, I hadn't even heard of a blow job,
so I'm really not quite sure why I did what I did next but, for some
reason, I found myself licking him through the briefs. I felt silly doing
this but Zeke gasped and went rigid beneath me.
I licked up and down his length several times and then
heard him mumble something. My own erection was pulsing hard and I longed
for Zeke to do the same things to me but he gently pushed me away from him
and sighed.
Years from then I would realize that my cousin had had a
dry orgasm but, at the time, it confused me and I thought I had done
something wrong. I moved up beside him and we both laid there in silence
for several minutes.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Zeke pulled the
sheet back and got up out of bed. He tugged his shorts back on and went
into his bathroom while I still remained on the bed. I listened as he peed
and then flushed the toilet and washed his hands. My mind was racing and I
wondered if I'd done something wrong.
"So do you want to finish the movie?" I asked hoping he
would still be speaking to me.
"Sure," Zeke said as he came out of the bathroom. He
grinned at me like everything was as normal and then left the room.
I was so confused - had that really happened? I swung my
legs off the bed and left the room, following my cousin back down the hall.
Zeke was slouched back on the couch rewinding the movie
with his remote. I cautiously walked around and took a seat next to him. He
looked over and smiled at me as if nothing had happened just minutes ago.
After that day, I couldn't stop thinking about Zeke and
what we had done. I spent hours fantasizing about it and began to notice
other boys my age and older men I saw. It was like a light switch had
flicked on inside my head and now I was very much aware of my desire for
the same sex.
For the better part of a week, I continued to go hang out
with Zeke at his house and, every day, we once again avoided the subject of
our indiscretions. I honestly began to wonder if I had made it up; had it
even actually happened?
It seemed like in some odd way, that Zeke was taunting
me. I would arrive at his house and go straight downstairs to his bedroom
where he would be lounging around in only a pair of shorts. We would be
watching a movie and out of the corner of my eye I would see him casually
adjust himself or just rub his hand over his crotch.
I couldn't take my eyes off of him, he was beautiful and
sexy and I wanted to touch him again so badly. I wanted to trace my tongue
over the contours of his body and worship at the Altar of Zeke. I had never
once had thoughts like these. Sure I was a horny growing boy and the images
of scantily clad women had crossed my mind but never men, let alone my own
cousin.
There were times when I thought for sure that it hadn't
been a dream, that he wanted me to make the first move. He seemed to talk
constantly about all things involving sex and how aroused he was. Then of
course he'd throw in some line about a girl we knew and that would put a
damper on my thoughts.
It wasn't until the next Friday that I got my hopes
up. Zeke's parents were going to go visit his older sister and Zeke didn't
want to go. I invited him to spend the night at my place and he gladly
accepted. Our sleepovers were nothing new; we had a blast, reading comic
books and watching movies all night.
Normally I wouldn't have thought much about having him
over, but now it was all different. I ran about the room cleaning up and
made sure to toss my dirty clothes in the closet. I had it all planned out,
we would have my mom order pizza and then go upstairs and watch the latest
releases from the video store.
Zeke arrived at six thirty and the pizza was already at the
house. We ate with my parents and younger brother and then went
upstairs. Zeke put his overnight bag in the spare bedroom - much to my
dismay - and then sacked out on my bed as I hit `play' on the VCR.
He didn't talk much as we watched movie after movie and I
worried that my hopes for the night wouldn't happen. I suggested that he
just sleep in my room when he mentioned that he was getting tired, but he
said the spare bed was fine. We finished our last movie and then Zeke said
he was going to bed.
Sadly, I watched him leave the room and go down the hall
and shut the door. My heart sank into my stomach as I realized that maybe
everything that had happened was a fluke. Maybe it was best that nothing
else happened between us.
I changed into my pajama shorts and stripped off my t-shirt
and got into bed. I flicked through the channels until I found an episode
of Baywatch playing. I lay in bed and watched Pamela Anderson flounce
around the beach in her skimpy red bathing suit for nearly an hour when I
heard a knock at the door.
I quickly muted the television and sat up in bed as the
door inched open and Zeke poked his head inside.
"You still up?" He asked in a whisper.
"Yeah, do you need something?" I asked, my mood rising.
Zeke slipped into my bedroom and closed the door behind him
quietly. He glanced at the television screen and smirked as he crossed the
room to my bed. I un-muted the sound and pretended to be interested in the
show while Zeke slid into bed with me.
He lay next to me and watched the show for a few minutes. I
didn't know what was going to happen next, my heart beating loudly in my
chest. I told myself that this was nothing to worry about, we'd done this a
thousand times before and nothing had ever happened.
Suddenly I felt Zeke's hand running up my leg. I flinched
and he stopped, letting it remain on my thigh for a few seconds. I relaxed
and tried to compose myself and then I felt him slid his palm up to my
crotch, I was already hard when his hand made contact with the fabric of my
shorts. He rubbed back and forth over my member slowly and I let out a
whimper.
Zeke turned and looked at me and then shifted over onto his
side, his hand leaving its place on me. I rolled onto my side to face him
and he brought the thin white sheet up over us. Even though the room was
dark, I could still make out every line of Zeke's body thanks to the blue
hue from the television.
Neither of us said anything, much like the last time. I
could hear him breathing heavily, or maybe it was my own labored breath I
could hear. Zeke's eyes met mine in a lust-filled gaze as he reached down
and tugged my shorts off. I kicked them off of my feet and exposed my naked
body to him. I felt nervous at the thought of him seeing the whole package;
he was so much more handsome than I was.
Zeke gave me an approving grin and then wrapped his small
fist around my cock. I gasped at his touch as he lightly stroked up and
down. I had barely even masturbated before, let alone had someone else do
it for me. God, it felt good!
I felt a warm rush go through my body, starting from my
toes and working its way up. I almost wanted to pull back from this but
something inside me ordered me to stay still, to let this happen. The heat
from Zeke's hand flowed into my small member and, without warning, I felt
an explosion of pleasure flash over me. Years later, I would realize that
I'd had an orgasm by his hand, my first that I could clearly remember.
My eyes flew open wide and I saw Zeke staring at me with
amazement. I steadied myself after a few seconds and sighed. Zeke released
my penis and rolled back over onto his back. I glanced down to see a
sizable tent in his shorts and I mimicked what he had done to me and
brought my hand to it. Zeke squirmed beside me as I pulled his shorts and
briefs down revealing his beautiful cock again. It was slightly larger than
mine, longer but very thin, probably about four inches.
Like me, Zeke was hairless and the smooth skin around his
cock and balls felt warm to my touch. I did as he had done to me and
grasped him, taking hold of the base of his cock and sliding my hand up and
down.
Zeke moaned softly and I found myself unable to resist
moving down the bed until my face was only inches away from his dick. It
was like the last time, I felt an irresistible desire to taste him, to put
his cock in my mouth and suck him.
I looked back up at Zeke who had his eyes closed. I waited
a few moments and then stuck my tongue out, letting it touch the hot skin
of his member. He bucked his hips upward so hard that his cock smacked
against my face. I wasted no time in opening my mouth and taking the head
inside.. I closed my lips around him and heard him moan something out.
I had no idea of technique and, for all I know, my teeth
scrapped over his dick but he didn't seem to mind. I took more of him into
my mouth until I had the whole thing. There is something to be said about a
smaller penis; I could already `deep throat' him without any trouble. I
worked him up and down like he'd done to me with his hand and, after only a
few seconds, he jerked upward, the head of his dick smashing against the
roof of my mouth.
I was suddenly aware of a liquid inside my mouth. I was so
far gone with everything that I didn't even realize that he had come - at
first I wondered if he had pissed inside my mouth. Oh well, whatever it was
I didn't care, I just swallowed and then pulled my mouth off of him.
I moved back up beside Zeke and rested there, looking over
at my beautiful cousin. I watched his smooth chest rise and fall quickly as
he recovered from his orgasm. I felt immense pride at what I had just done
and fought the urge to reach over and kiss him. I'd never wanted to kiss
another guy before but the idea of doing so now thrilled me.
The euphoric feelings racing through my body came to a
screeching halt when Zeke pulled his shorts up and pushed the sheet back
down. He looked at me and then started to get up out of bed.
"I'm not some fag," he said as he stood up.
I was shocked; I hadn't even considered the idea that what
had done was "gay". It all started to come together in my head and, without
thinking, I replied quickly. "Me neither."
"See you in the morning," Zeke said and left the room. I
felt like the wind had been knocked out of me, like I couldn't breathe. Had
I been dreaming or had he initiated these little games? Now he wasn't some
"fag"? Was I?
I couldn't sleep most of the night and when I did I was
plagued with dreams of Zeke no longer speaking to me or telling everyone
that I was a freak. I awoke the next morning in a panic.
Zeke was already up when I checked the spare bedroom. I
found him downstairs in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. He nodded at
me with his mouth full as I entered the room.
"Morning," I said reaching for a bowl and spoon.
"Hey," he replied with his mouth still full of sugar-
coated flakes.
"So, do you want to ride bikes to the pool today?" I asked,
hoping that everything was still okay between us.
"Sounds good," he said after swallowing.
"Cool!"
Zeke and I never discussed what had happened, either time.
Things between us seemed to go as normal, although I couldn't help but feel
like there was a fifty-foot elephant in the room whenever we were alone
together.
I always wondered what had transpired between us in those
two incidents and why we never resolved it. Was it just some sort of
experiment for him? Had it meant anything?
I would never know, at least for the next fourteen years
anyway. Zeke and I remained close friends for the next few years and then
went separate ways in high school like most people do. We were always
friendly to one another at family functions, or when we would see each
other at school, but our relationship changed.
I wouldn't really talk to him again for years and, when I
did, I couldn't believe what happened next.
....
Hope you've enjoyed this first part, any questions or
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updates to this and Playing Dirty in the coming days. Thanks!