Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2002 20:19:34 -0500
From: alvin c williams <achipmunk@lycos.com>
Subject: Alvin Confused

	I am a little confused about what happened.  Two days ago, I had my
first homosexual experience that I am not sure was appropriate.  It was
really totally unexpected, and while I can't say that I did not enjoy it, I
am not sure if I will do it again, or at least that's what I think right
now.  I have to admit though, that even while I am writing this, I am
already getting horny again, so if the chance comes up again, I probably
will, just because of my horniness.  Anyway, my name is Alvin.  This is
actually my third story, I guess, and now I am 18, almost at the end of my
first year of college (the end I guess-about two months away).
	The reason I say that this is the first experience that I am
ashamed of (I have to tell you upfront that I am not some kind of sex freak
or anything) is that it was with a guy that is only 13.  But first, I want
to say that this was definitely not some kind of abuse, and I am not some
kind of strange boylover who chases little kids in public bathrooms or
anything.  I have only had sex, and sex only means blowjobs, handjobs, and
playing around, with guys that are about my age up to this time, and I have
never had any kind of thoughts about guys who are not even in the pubic
hair arena.  I am not specifically passing judgment on those guys that have
fantasies like that, because I believe that it may just be a natural thing,
but it just doesn't appeal to me, and any kind of sex should be consensual,
so the guy has to be old enough to form that consent.  So my general rule
is to even be considered as being cute, they must as a bare minimum have
pubic hair and understand the act of sex. I assure you that my friend,
Jamie, who this story is about, satisfies that requirement quite nicely.
The old rule for guys in high school-if there is grass on the field, play
ball, still applies to guys.
	So first things first, my name is Alvin ( if you have read my other
stories, you might want to skip to the 5th paragraph), and I am bisexual,
leaning mostly towards guys, but I still enjoy a good pair of breasts every
now and then-God made them pretty cool.  I usually like guys that are
physically fit, athletic, fun to hang out with, cute (of course), not
abnormally meatheaded, relatively smart, and just in general cute.  I am
not into older guys or macho guys like you find on internet videos.  I
don't dig the torture thing, or wearing panties all day.  I like average
kind of guys, sometimes effeminate is okay, but they have to be really
cute.  And while I usually like pretty athletic guys, the skinny type is
cool too, which is I guess, where I am.  Cute skaters are awesome, and my
favorite sport for guywatching would have to be soccer, which is my second
favorite sport to play, next to tennis(read Alvin at Tennis Camp to find
out why).
	I am about 5'9 and way about 135 lbs, the runt of the pledge class
at my fraternity.  I do work out, but only a few times a week, and I am not
ingesting protein shakes every two hours like some guys I know.  My hair is
brown and kind of a funny pretty boy bowl shape, I know its kind of an old
style, but I like it.  My eyes like to change color, but they are usually
hazel or green.  I am not exceptionally big down there, 5 and 7/8 inches
(that's right-I am not ashamed to measure)-- and for the record none of the
guys that I have been with have been bigger than 7 inches.  Maybe its just
something in the water, but all these 10 inch 17-year olds seem like a myth
to me.  Anyway, I still think that it is pretty adequate, wider than most,
and kind of cute, if I may say so myself.  I am cut, and have also never
encountered an uncut one.  I am sure they still have them somewhere, but
not in my town as far as I know.  Alright, on to the story.  Sorry for the
huge intro-I am an English/Philosophy major so I like to write.
	Okay, what happened?  While in college, I don't really have a job,
but my professor has a son that goes to a school about five minutes away
from my school.  On Mondays and Wednesdays, I pick him up from school and
hang out with him until his mom or dad gets home.  It sounds like a pretty
boring job, but it pays 100 bucks a week, and only takes about 6 or 7
hours.  I have been doing this all year long, and we are pretty good
friends.  His name is Jamie.  He is in eighth grade at a local private
school.  He is actually a pretty cool kid-doesn't really have a steady
girlfriend but there are always girls calling him.  He plays sports a
little, and is actually one of the bigger guys in his grade.  He has grown
a lot since I first met him.  I remember the growth spurt you hit in the
eighth grade, but he has grown almost four inches since I started picking
him up this year, and now he is almost exactly the same height as me.  He
is definitely a good-looking guy.  He has dark short hair, wears baggy
pants, usually kind of tight t-shirts, has a great smile, and that really
cute puberty voice that cracks about once a day no matter how he tries to
prevent it.  His biggest flaw is that he spends too much time on the
internet, chatting with all of his friends and downloading music, (and porn
he admitted reluctantly) instead of being out and actually hanging out with
his friends. But I guess one good thing about the internet is that it
teaches kids about sex at a younger age, and not just that it is a cool
thing, but you would be surprised by how much he knows.  I sometimes forget
that I am talking to a 13 yr old.
	And there is the little fact that even when he is fully clothed,
you can tell that God has blessed him.  He wears a size 13 shoe, has hands
that are huge, and has long shapely legs.  There is always a pretty
noticeable bulge in his pants, especially recently.  He wears only boxers,
with a few exceptions, and usually does not wear a belt, so when his pants
slip down, you can see his butt and package pretty well hanging over the
rim of his pants if he is carrying something and can't reach down to pull
them up.  But honestly, I swear that I tried not to look for a long time,
but in the past three or four weeks he has been working to make me notice.
	The first thing that happened was when he lost his button by
getting his pants caught in a fence.  Of course, after making fun of him
for having his crotch too close to a fence, I asked him how it happened.
He kind of blushed and turned away, but I could tell that he wanted to tell
me how it happened, so I asked him again.  I guess he kind of looks up to
me for advice on girls, and he is always asking me questions about girls
and things.  He even one day out of the blue, told me that he had had his
first wet dream that past summer, and asked if I ever had one.  He told me
all about it, and I was pretty turned on by it, but just thought it was
kind of cute that he trusted me so much.  That trust relationship is part
of what makes me feel so bad about this whole incident, but I think it is
okay.
	Anyway, the story of the fence is that he got a boner one day when
he was waiting for his mom to pick him up, so instead of just waiting in
front of everybody, he stood with his back against everybody and pretended
to be reading while propping his books on the fence.  When he walked away,
the button just got stuck.  I laughed a lot, and made fun of him again, but
on the ride home, and after we got home, he made it a point to show his
buttonless pants to me at least ten times by lifting his shirt and exposing
his boxers through the hole.  I tried to appear disinterested, but I really
got a pretty good look. He had such a cute belly, and I was surprised by
how much of a bulge he had.  Anyway, he kept doing things like that.
	We had always sort of been competitive in sports, especially
basketball, and would play one on one until his parents got home.
Sometimes I would remind him of who the older guy was by picking him up and
moving him out of the way when I was playing defense or by playing mercy or
something dumb like that.  One day, while I was doing some homework on the
ground in the den, he jumped on me from behind and tried to wrestle me down
to the ground.  I was actually impressed by his strength, but still pretty
able to pin him down.  After a couple of minutes of wrestling, he finally
gave in and said "Uncle" and I let him go.  I sat up, and he just leaned
his head on my leg and laid there panting.  Then, he turned his head over,
and kind of kissed my leg.  He immediately looked up, and made an apology
of "Sorry, man I don't know what I was thinking."  Not wanting to make it a
weird situation, I just played it off and made a joke that he was probably
thinking of his mom, because I sure was.  That worked, and nothing
happened.
	But I noticed small things after that.  He would come up behind me
and try to put me in a full nelson.  As a natural reaction, I would try and
flip him over.  This would inevitably hurt his balls somehow, and he would
walk around complaining about how they hurt holding onto them for the next
couple of minutes, and opening his pants to look down and make sure they
were still okay.  This really made me uncomfortable, because I was really
starting to be intrigued by those contacts.  I mean, here is this really
cute guy, with what looks like it is probably a pretty big dick, always
playing with it and talking about it while I was with him. And here I am,
the trusted nice guy who is helping out by being a role model to this young
impressionable teenage mind.
	I was powerless though.  He was a very mature guy, and seemed to
know that he could make me look whenever.  When we watched t.v., he would
slide closer and closer to me, to where our legs were touching and
sometimes, he would even slide his hand under my leg and just pretend not
to notice.  Or little things, like reaching over me to get the phone when
it rang instead of going around me.  When he did this, he usually put his
hand on my leg, and also made sure to rub his dick on my leg or knee
through his pants while leaning directly over me.
	One of the most obvious moments happened after we played some
x-box.  I had just beaten him in 2 player on Halo, and he jumped over like
he was going to attack me.  Instead, he just fell to the ground in front of
me on the couch, and started to talk to me while resting his hands on my
thighs.  Then, he put his head on the inside of my leg, and just rested it
there.  He did not move, and neither did I.  I tried to play it off, by
asking him if he needed a nap or something, and he only responded by
pretending to go to sleep where he was, but he kept moving his head around
like he was having a bad dream.
	So, what is a good boy to do?  Here I am, with a beautiful young
man rubbing his head all over my legs and moaning like a two-dollar hooker
in a bad dream.  He says he likes girls, but big deal, right, I mean he
thinks I am straight too.  I was starting to get a major boner, and later I
found out that even from that quick thirty or forty seconds, I had started
to precum in my pants, but it was for a 13 yr old that I was being paid to
take care of.  Well, my responsible side won out.  I just told him to stop
having his wet dreams while I was there, and started to give him a noogie.
He got up, and unfortunately, I was not able to tell if he had a boner or
not, because he sat right back down, leaned forward and challenged me to
another game of Halo, in which he won, maybe because I was slightly
distracted. That was it for that day.
	The next day though, did not end the same way.  I picked him up
from school, and instead of going to the mall or anything, he said we
needed to go straight home.  I asked him why, and he showed me the front of
his pants.  It was not a boner (I know how you guys think) but a huge wet
spot where one of his jerk friends threw water on him after school for a
practical joke.  When we got home, he went upstairs to change, and came
downstairs in a pair of white sweatpants.  (Did I mention that I love
sweatpants?)  I was sitting on the couch, and he snuck up behind me and
tackled me.  I wrestled him down to the ground, but in so doing, he
complained that I had hit him in the balls.  I said sorry, but that it
shouldn't hurt too much because there certainly isn't much there to hurt.
This of course was the ultimate insult for a thirteen year old boy, so he
challenged me to a wrestling match.  We cleared the floor and put down some
pillows.  Then he said he was going to put on some whitey tighties so I
wouldn't hurt his nuts so much.  I immediately recognized this trick,
having used it a couple of times myself when wrestling with friends.  If
you have whitey tighties on, it is easier to cover up your boner.
	Anyway, he came back and of course showed me, by pulling up his
shirt and pulling out the waisteband of his sweatpants to show me that he
was wearing white briefs and his blue boxers.  Double-baggin, also hot to
me for some reason.  Then we wrestled.  First, I flipped him over and
pinned his body down with my shoulder.  My arm, not really innocently, was
positioned so my hand happened to be right on the area where his waisteband
met his stomach.  I was not hurting him, and to be honest, I don't think he
was actually struggling, but I held him there, and would not let him get
out.
	He kept wrapping his legs around me, trying to get out, and turning
around.  I could feel the muscles in his stomach move, and was getting
pretty turned on.  My face was away from him, so I could check him out
freely.  I saw that even though he was double baggin, his boner was fairly
noticeable, especially every time that he "struggled" to get loose.  He
kept pushing it against my leg, but I told him that he would have to say
Uncle or I would not let him go.  I just did not want this to end.  His
tight body was wrapped around mine.  I could see his belly exposed,
followed by the top of his blue boxers, with a little bit of white poling
out from his undies.  But at the same time, I was fully contemplating the
results of a sexual experience and decided not to do anything.
	After a few more minutes of him "struggling" and me leaking like a
faucet, he made the move.  He reached around and grabbed my nipple,
attempting to give me a titty twister.  I immediately grabbed his nipple,
and applied enough force to make him let go.  He responded by screaming,
"Here comes the death claw" and grabbing my dick.  I did not know what to
do.  We both stopped moving.  He was holding my obviously straining dick
with one hand, and I still had my hand on his chest, and I could feel him
breathing deeply.  I think I caught him off guard because he obviously did
not expect me to have a boner.
	We did not say a word.  Jamie looked up and then just started to
rub me off through my cargo pants.  I looked around to make sure the
windows were closed, and then just laid back.  It was the first time that I
really felt like I had no control of a sexual experience.  I knew that he
wanted to touch me, and regardless of my will power, I really wanted to let
him.  He was still just moving his hands up and down my pants.  I stopped
him for a second, and undid the button on my pants.  Then he did not do
anything, I thought that maybe he changed his mind, but after a couple of
seconds, he looked at me as if to ask for approval, and I just leaned back
and shut my eyes.
	He unzipped me, then started to tug at my pants.  I lifted myself
off the ground, and he pulled my pants to my ankles.  I was wearing boxers,
and there was a snap on the front of them.  I was soaking wet.  He started
to jack me off through my boxers, then he undid the snap and I lifted
myself again so he could pull my shorts off.  He did the weirdest thing,
but it felt really good.  He ran the back of his hand along the underside
of my dick, very slowly from top to bottom.  Then he wrapped his hand
around it and went down and back up.  Then he repeated it, starting with
the back of his hand, and then wrapping my dick with his hand.  It might
have been just the intrigue of having such an inexperienced guy doing it,
but it really felt awesome.  Eventually, he worked into a rhythm of just
jacking me off up and down, and after just a couple of minutes, I came on
my belly and his hand, and he just leaned back and looked at me for
approval.
	I motioned for him to lay down next to me, and I gave him a pillow
to put behind his head, so he could see what I was doing.  I also asked him
if it was okay, feeling that it was necessary to get some kind of verbal
consent, and he said yes.  I started to take off his shirt, but decided to
take it a little slow.  I started to lick his belly right above the
sweatpants, and went up to his chest, pulling up his shirt as I went.  I
looked up to see his eyes focusing on me intently, honestly looking as
though he wanted to learn what exactly to do.
	I let him keep his shirt on because I did not want to interrupt the
momentum, and I started to lick back down his chest.  By now, I had moved
over to him, and had one leg propped over one of his legs.  I could feel
his boner pulsing every time I touched his skin with my tongue.  I have to
admit I was extremely excited about seeing what kind of powertool he had in
his toolbox, because it felt pretty big.  I put my hands under his butt and
then let my tongue glide as softly as a feather over his sweatpants.  I did
not see a wet spot yet, but he did have two pairs of underwear on, so
that's okay.  I did not actually touch his dick, but came within a 1/4 inch
all the way around, and just the contact that it created with the clothing
was really making him squirm.
	Finally, I reached up and put three fingers inside the waistband of
his sweatpants.  He took this to mean that I was going to pull them down,
and lifted his body up-fast learner.  I pulled them down to his ankles,
took off his socks, and then pulled the sweatpants all the way off.  I
placed myself completely between his legs now, and put my hand under his
boxers between his legs, gently touching his balls.  I saw his dick leap up
like it was in a triple jump.  He wore blue flannel plaid boxers.  I was
pleases to see a very big dark spot on the front, and did not waste much
time pulling them down.  I like boxers, but there is nothing as beautiful
as a big dick in white briefs, so I really wanted to see them.
	When I got down to his briefs, I started licking the insides of his
legs right below his balls, and running my hands up and down his belly.
Again, his dick was jumping around like crazy.  I think this might actually
be what turned me on the most-it was like an instant indicator that what I
was doing was enjoyable.  (I do realize that when I was 13 you could have
probably scrubbed my dick with steel wool, and it would still get me off,
but it was still great.)  He looked like he had between 5 and 6 inches, and
I could not wait to taste it.  I licked around to the front of his
underwear, and then put the top of his dick in between my lips and moved my
head in circles.  I felt him stiffen up even more, and backed off.  I even
tried to hold it in by putting my hand at the base of his dick, but it came
out anyway.
	I feverishly moved his underwear out of the way, and started to
lick the top of his head.  I swallowed the top of his dick and used my
tongue to tap and tease along the underside.  I looked up and could see he
was totally spent.  I could not believe how much cum he had for a thirteen
year old. It was all over his legs, his belly, and even the floor around
us.  I licked the top of his dick one more time, then pulled up his
underwear.  I stood up and gave him my hand to help him up.  I told him to
go change because it was getting a little close to when his parents might
come back, and I just sat down and started watching the Simpsons.  He came
back downstairs in a different pair of sweatpants (damn him and his
temptation) and sat a couple of feet away from me on the couch.  We acted
like nothing happened, and when I left I said, "See you Thursday," and that
is when I will pick him up from school again.  Cant wait.
	I am still in shock though at how hot he got me and how unable I
was to control my urges.  He was obviously sexually mature because his dick
was almost as big as mine, and he came more than I ever have, but this
brings up so many issues with our relationship that are not simple to
resolve.  Oh well, it should probably just be a one time thing, kind of a
learning experience from which he can make his own judgments.  I guess some
people are just blessed, and Jamie is one of them.  I cant wait to see him
in three years.  In fact, I cant wait to see him in a few days.  If you
have comments on the story or serious non-perverse advice on how to deal
with the situation, write me at achipmunk@lycos.com

Thanks,
Alvin the Chipmunk