Date: Wed, 29 Feb 2012 20:11:12 -0600
From: MaverickPlatypus
Subject: About Austin (1st, Mast., Gay, Youth)

WARNING: The following is a story about sex and exploration between two
underage males. It is erotic in nature and if you are under 18, YOU NEED TO
LEAVE THIS SITE IMMEDIATELY. The Author is not responsible for any
consequences regarding the reading of this story. The author does not
condone sex between underage people. Do not try any of what you are about
to read at home or anywhere else. Underage sex is illegal and wrong.



I had known Austin for about 3 years. He was 14 at the time this took
place. He had an average build, about 5'3", maybe 125 lbs. He had medium,
dirty-blond hair, and a funny, mischievous personality. When I met him I
was 12, now I was 15. I didn't know it at the time, but I had a big crush
on him. And I think he returned the feelings. Fast forward 3 years, and I
was sure he liked me. We both liked each other immensely, and definitely
wanted to fool around sometime. One problem: We knew each other through
church. That was a major barrier, because as you could guess, Christians
aren't really into this sort of thing. But I could tell he did like me. The
way he looked at me sometimes, the way he would hug me (hugging was common
among my friends), he didn't just hug my chest. He would press his waist
against mine and hold it for a minute.

Once, we were sitting around hanging with some friends. He put his hand on
my inner thigh and sort of rubbed my leg through my jeans. Not obvious
enough to be flat-out gay, but just enough to make me wonder if he wanted
to really make me feel good. No one else noticed.But here's the twist in
our little plot: That's as far as it ever went. He'd touch me just on the
edge of somewhere private, we'd smile at each other, and sometimes I'd
bring a hand up to his back and stroke it.

We were at a sleepover once, and all the other people were asleep. I was on
the floor next to a couch where he was sleeping. It was pitch black and
everyone else was deep in slumber. We were both shirtless, and he rolled
off the couch silently and lay there next to me. My arm was under his bare,
smooth back and we stared at each other for almost a full minute. He placed
his hand on my chest and stroked it for a while, and then we fell asleep. I
still remember the waves of tingling feeling running through me when he did
that

Strangely enough, our friends never did catch on to the fact that we were
into each other. Maybe they were just oblivious.

And yes, that's as far as it ever went. In real life, that is.

I fantasized about him and I finally breaking down our barriers and
experimenting with each other. I knew he was of the age to masturbate,
(after all, what boy that age doesn't?) and I did too. So there were many
nights I'd lie awake, stroking my 5 inch penis, thinking about what it
would be like if we were both naked together. I dreamed of the feelings I
would get if he straddled me, our boners pressed up against each other,
humping gently. Or if he would take my penis in hand and give me the best
handjob ever. The expression of pure joy on his face as he had an orgasm. I
had never had anyone else touch my penis even though I longed for it. I
never was an anal sex kind of guy, so I didn't really care about that kind
of thing, but blowjobs would be incredible.

Sadly, this was never to be. Our casual, non-committal touching and rubbing
continued until we were both around 17, and then it stopped. We both were
into girls by then, and we just moved on.



But I still dream of the day when he gently stroked my leg with the back of
his hand, smiling sideways at me, as I though of what it might eventually
be between us.



(End of story)

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