Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 17:27:39 +1000 (EST) From: james peters <jp432527@yahoo.com.au> Subject: Big Brodie-part 5 YOUNG FRIENDS: Big Brodie - Part 5 Disclaimers; the usual applies ---------------------------------------------- [This will probably be the last in the Big Brodie series. Some have asked if these events are true....they are. Part 5: A SAD EVENT at 15yr Brodie was now 12-14yrs when he announced that he and his mother were moving house. She was a nurse and had been laid off work at the big city hospital as a result of cutbacks. So she applied to a hospital in a coastal town some 3 hrs north, and got the job. It had been difficult to get nurses to work outside cities. I won't even attempt to speak at length at the sadness that befell me. At 15, I was now about 4 inches shorter than Brodie; he was 7 inches to my 4-1/2; he was the one looking 15 and me the one looking 12-ish. My man was leaving. The last sleepover was highly emotional. He hugged and hugged all night. There was hardly any sleep. I just wanted him in me and vice versa. He entered me misssionary style; my legs were over his shoulders; as he relaxed his posture, I rocked up and I sat on his lap with his 7 inches in me. I was in pain and loved it. He stayed in me for at least an hour; must have ejaculated 4 times during that time; feeling him so far into me sent feelings shuddered through me that I just wanted to savour forever. It was during this final encounter that the thought that he was only 12 loomed large in my mind. "He is only 12...he is only 12" kept repeating itself in my mind....and I could cum just on that thought alone. A void filled my life for the initial weeksafter Brodie departed. It was before email, so the only contact we had was over the phone. Daily callsbecame weekly; weekly calls became monthly. Iphoned him on his birthday...we had an extra long chat...I asked him how big he was now at 13...he laughed and said I wouldn't like the answer. "Yes I would!'..how big are you.? I demanded. 'You won't catch me now' re replied...I'm now 8 inches." I believed him. During the term holdiays, plans were made for him to sleep over for a week. I couldn't wait. Finally the day came; he arrived, and my mother kept on commenting on how much he had grown. I hated it. He was now at least 6 inches taller and his chest had expanded...probably the result of surfing. Could hardly wait for my mother to go to bed. I got the ruler; a signal that proceeding were going to begin. 8 inches was right; mine was stil 4.5. More hair under his arms: thehair on both my armpits was only about half of what he had in one armpit! I groped all over his body, and he knew I was mesmerized by it. He just lay there and allowed me to squeeze myself into him. His inner thigh hair was thick and blonde. I felt so immature trying to enter him ..this small pricktrying to enter a man. I rolled over, inviting him to take the top position. He entered with difficultybut did eventually. I repeated the position we had takenprior to his departure...and climaxed for hours. The next six months saw a lessening of contact, even on the phone. I met new friends, took none of themto bed. Brodie, in fact, became my last sexual experience with a male. At the next holiday, Brodie informed me that he had a few experiences with girls...older ones! It was pretty obvious he had a 'big one' (foot size, hand size, general physique) The oldest girl he had sex with was 16. He told me in vivid detail how all those experiences developed and I lived vicariously through him. At 14, Brodie was 9-1/2 and had sexual encounters with a 17 year old who he was seeing on a regular basis. I knew he was no longer mine. People thought he was 17, even though he was only in Yr 9. She was in Yr 12. Having his 9+inches inside me was now different. He was being shared with someone else. He seemed less interested in our activities. I still miss him like I have never missed anyone. Today, Brodie is married...with a 9 year old son who is the splitting image of his dad...and probably in all departments THE END.