Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 18:25:25 +1100
From: tonymarr@optusnet.com.au
Subject: Brian & Me b/b true

				BRIAN & ME
				    by
				 Tony Marr

I like to read the stories on the Nifty archive, but I am always amazed
about stories that purport to say that kids enjoy getting fucked. Well read
on and you will see what I mean.

The time is 1963 and I lived in the Midlands of England. Age 11, I guess I
was the usual sort of kid. But not too interesting in sports, more into
science and that sort of thing.

I say I was not interested in sports. Well that was true but I still came
along to watch the local village team play football. What I really came to
see was seeing the players and other guys hang out their dicks for a piss
behind the changing rooms. It seems that was quicker than walking in to the
public toilets. The changing rooms where just that, not showers or toilets.
The toilets were across from the oval.  Mind you only a few did this but
certainly enough to whet my appetite.

From about the age of 8 I was fascinated be men's dicks. But I never saw
one hard for many years after that.

It was at this time that I would hang around with Brian, a 14 year old guy
who was more fascinated with his own dick that with others.

We were together in his shed one day talking about dicks when he said, "Do
you want to see mine?". "Yeah I said". Not knowing what to expect.

You see back then sex was something we found out on our own and we were all
pretty ignorant. It was good in one way as we were discovering things for
ourselves. No such things and being queer. Most teenage boys just did what
came naturally.

Well Brian fetched his c-o-c-k out of his fly. It was erect and seemed to
an 11 year old kid as enormous. It was probably a typical 5 inches that
most 14 y/o kids espouse. Apart from my own 3 incher, (It was growing), I
had never seen an guy with a hard on before.

"Brian that's great - is so big"

"Do you want to touch it?"

"Yes please"

Now you have to remember I was unaware of masturbation and all that when
with it. I just like looking at c-o-c-k.

I put my hand on Brian's erect c-o-c-k and felt it, it was such a great
feeling in my hand, hard as wood and with a texture of silk.

Instinctively I started to stroke it. Brian just seemed to go week at the
knees and had a strange look on his face.

I then saw some clear liquid oozing out of his piss slit. I knew that this
was not pee, it was thicker and glistened.

"What's that that's coming out of your c-o-c-k?"

"Nothing"

With that Brian pushed my hand away and put his c-o-c-k back into his
pants. That was the end of that episode.



The sight of Brian's c-o-c-k and the feel of it played on my mind. I would
get hard and look at mine and touch it but it just was not the same. What
was that stuff that oozed out that seemed to make Brian so embarrassed?

Two days later I tried to bring up the subject again. I tried to ask if I
had hurt him. Brian was just too embarrassed to discuss it.

My preoccupation with Brian's hard c-o-c-k and the mysterious liquid would
not go away. I wanted to investigate this more. There was one approach left
that pre-pubescence kids are very good at - blackmail.

When we were next alone I said to Brian, "I want to see your c-o-c-k again
and tell me what that stuff is that came out".

"No way Tony - forget we ever did it"

Now my trump card.

"If you don't I am going to tell your mum that you have been making me play
with you c-o-c-k and stuff is coming out".

"You wouldn't dare"

I knew I was winning. "OK" I said and went to walk out the shed. "I'm just
going to see your Mum.

"OK OK but not now. Mums going shopping soon and will be out for at least
and hour, we will talk in my bedroom". He then added, "Do you know what
wanking is?"

"No" and Brian just smiled.

We then decided to go inside and play with his Meccano set.

Brian's mother left with the usual warnings and threats about behaviour
whilst she was away.

Usual kids responses from us.

We went into Brian's room and he told me to take my clothes off. I was not
expecting this. He had never wanted to see my dick before and I did not
like the idea now.

"No, you are going to show we your c-o-c-k and tell me about wanking".

Brian never said another thing. He grabbed me and pinned me down. Pulled
off my socks and shoes and then undid my shorts. He undid the belt and
opened my fly. He put his hand down the front and stated to feel my
c-o-c-k.

"That's why you are shy it is a little one"

"It is growing", I said in a very embarrassed voice.

Brian then pulled my shorts and underpants down and threw them across the
floor.

"OK get up and take your shirt off while I take my clothes off."

I was in one way exited but in another I was feeling pissed off that Brian
had done this to me. He must have known what I was thinking.

"Tony, it can't be all one way you know - if you want to play at this sort
of thing we do it together".

It was not long when Brian was naked. He seemed to have a beautiful slim
body but with the start of muscular development that would make him a great
looking guy in another 2 years.

What I noticed, I had not seen before. It was his pubic bush. Dark brown
and very thick.

"Hey you have got hairs on your c-o-c-k, is that normal?"

Brian laughed and said, "All men have them I started to get mine when I was
12. I have them under my arms too." He lifted up his arms to show me.

I was totally fascinated. I reached out to feel his pubic hairs, they were
course and curly. When I did this Brian's c-o-c-k gave a jump upward. I
then wanted to feel his hairs underneath his arms. He screamed out laughing
and moved my hand away.

"Tony, can you have a look to see if I am getting any hairs around my
hole?" with that he turned around and pulled his cheeks open. There was
just a whisper of hair and I told him. I was fascinated with his anus and
put my finger on it. Brian jumped up.

Brian turned around and on his c-o-c-k was that liquid stuff again. I
reached out and touched some on my finger and it was sticky. "Brian was is
this"

"I don't know but when I get a boner after a few minutes this stuff starts
to come out. It's different from spunk".

"What is spunk?"

"It's the white stuff that comes out to make a baby when you are fucking a
girl. You want me to show you spunk?"

"Yes please Brian" I was exited, confused but keen to learn.

"First you have to have a wank - I will show you" With that Brian lay back
on the bed and started stroking his c-o-c-k. It seemed to get even
bigger. My eyes was fixed. He did this for a few minutes and I just
watched.

"I'M CUMING - I'M CUMING - OH SHIT ARRRGGH"

I looked as Brian's face was contorted as if he was in agony, his whole
body went ridged and then seemed to convulse whilst this white stuff shot
out of his c-o-c-k. The first spurt hit him in his face and the rest was on
his stomach and chest. After what seemed like several spurts, he relaxed
just catching his breath. I had never seen anything like it and a little
scared.

"Brian you OK have you hurt yourself - shall I go and get my mum?"

Brian just laughed and laughed and said if was the best wank he had
had. Then added, "This is spunk" and he played with his cum in his fingers
before wiping it up.

Brian, after a few minutes leaned over and stated to stroke my c-o-c-k. He
said he was wanking me. I was wondering if I was going to have a fit also
and would it be pleasant. What stated to feel OK at the beginning ended up
with my c-o-c-k feeling very sore and I told Brian to stop it.

We both got dressed and what followed was a sex education lesson of the
'behind the bike shed type'. Full of inaccuracies.


Brian's wanking demonstrations seemed to happen every time we was
together. He would let me stroke him a bit but seemed to prefer his own
hand to do a proper job. We would go for walks in the wood and farms and
always find a quiet spot. Brian said he also wanked every night in bed as
it would help him go to sleep. We did not have the chance to be at home
alone for some time. We were both scared we night get caught and we both
felt it would lead to a thrashing for playing 'rudies'.

One thing that Brian seemed to like doing before he wanked was to rub his
c-o-c-k against mine and also to put it between my legs. I just loved the
feeling.

One day about two months after the first wanking demonstration dad and mum
had to got to Nottingham for the weekend as an aunt was very ill. They
usually took me but not on this occasion. They felt as Brian was almost 15
he was a responsible boy and arranged for him to sleep over and his parents
would check up on us.

Needless to say we were in raptures and new that we would have some sex
play.

In recent times Brian had taking a liking to rubbing his c-o-c-k in my arse
crack. He had also shot his spunk over my c-o-c-k and balls. I called him a
dirty bugger but actually liked the feel of the hot gooey liquid over my
genitals. I had also stated to get more feeling into my c-o-c-k when I
played with it but never a proper orgasm. I had only about two weeks to go
to my 12th birthday.

As soon as my parents left Brian ordered me to my room where he said I had
to do what he said because he had been left in charge. He told me to strip
and he did the same. I did protest a little saying we had plenty of
time. But he wanted a wank and that I had to be there.  He hold me to kneed
down with my arse up. He then put his c-o-c-k into my crack and rubbed up
and down a few times. He also pressed his finger against my sphincter. He
pushed harder, "Ow that hursts stop it!". He then put some of his pre-cum
on his little finger and pushed and it went in a little. "Why do you want
to play with my bum?", "Just a bit of fun", was his reply. He then rubbed
his c-o-c-k in my crack some more before giving himself a good wank and
shooting is load over my back and arse. He then rubbed it all over my back
, c-o-c-k and balls.  The then took me to the bath room and made me have a
bath. He washed my back and arse again feeling my hole.

When I look back this kid was getting kinkier by the day. But to me it was
new things that would otherwise have made our sex play boring. Watching
Brian just wank off lost a lot of it's appeal. So I was open to new things.

We played around a bit, had tea (dinner) at Brian's place before going back
home. At about 9 p.m. Brian said lets go to bed. We had agreed to sleep
together in the nude so we both got stripped off.

"Like some more fun?", asked Brian

"Not really". I was just tired and had enough of what happed before. I was
also feeling that our sex play was going further than I liked. All I wanted
was the day when I could shoot my load like Brian.

"OK", he said, "lets strip of and go to sleep"

With that we both got into bed naked and cuddled up to each other. Brian
was hard.

What happened next I have never forgotten.

Brian asked me to roll on my stomach for a while whilst he rubbed up
against me. I did as asked. As usual rubbing against my crack. I remember
he was shaking a bit.

"Shall I show you how a man and women makes a baby?" His voice was quite
but a tremor in it. He was also shivering - not from the cold.

I was interested by now and was already hard. Brian got out of bed and went
downstairs and brought up two cushions. He put them under me so my arse was
up in the air at the same time removed the pillow from my head.

Brian said he was going to FUCK me. Being the naive kid I was I could not
see how this could happen as Brian had always told me that a man fucked a
woman not another man or boy. So I just lay there. I felt Brian get on top
of me. It was then I felt him aiming his c-o-c-k at my hole rubbing the
pre-cum on my anus. I stated to get scared he was going to want to stick it
in me.

"Brian please don't put youy c-o-c-k into me"

"It won't hurt you", he reassured.

With that he started to push his c-o-c-k head into me. I started to
struggle and yell, "DON'T PLEASE".  It was then that Brian seemed to take
on another personality. "DON'T BE A FUCKING SISSY" and with that he pinned
my shoulders down.

When you have someone so much bigger on top of you and a lot stronger there
is nothing you can do.

I felt his c-o-c-k again line up with my anus and this time he pushed hard
and the sphincter gave way.

The pain was excruciating my hole felt liked it was being ripped open with
a red hot poker.

I was screaming.

"TAKE IT OUT!  TAKE IT OUT!, IT'S HURTING IT'S TOO BIG."

He was all the way in with brute force I could feel his pubes against
me. He was now humping me with no time for me to get used to what was in
me.

"TAKE IT OUT, YOUR GOING TO KILL ME"

At this point he bit me on the back of the nect. He was like a wild animal.

"PLEASE TAKE IT OUT, IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO GO IN THERE"

Brian's humping continued getting faster he breathing heaver and my poor
hole hurting more.

"ARRRGGG" and with that Brian gave one hell of a hump into me and I could
feel his c-o-c-k pulsating in my sore tight hole.

When he eventually took his c-o-c-k out of me I was crying non stop. "I
HATE YOU, YOU HAVE HURT ME". I then got up and grabbed my shorts, "I am
going to tell your mum and dad and they will kill you". I ran downstairs
and Brian followed. I tried to open the door to get out of the house but
Brian wrestled me to the ground.

"Oh! Tony I am sorry, I am so sorry I don't know what happened I could not
stop."

I was struggling as Tony continued.

"Tony I will never do that again I promise. I will give you anything you
want. Please be my friend".

At this point Brian broke down and stated to cry, he was crying worse than
me. I had never seen him cry before and now he was crying like a baby. He
was now embracing me and saying, "Tony I love you". I was crying harder now
but I responded to his embrace.

We ended by going back to bed in our pyjamas. It was a very long time
before we did anything sexual again,


EPILOGUE
 Brian and I did have a bit more play later on however it was not the
same. He soon stated dating girls. He is now married, still in the U.K. and
got two boys and a girl all grown up.

I have not seen him for about two years. When I did visit we had a few
beers and I asked if he remembered all the games we played as kids. Like so
many people when they grow up they choose not to remember things like their
gay sexual play. I would love to have spoke about his rape of me because
that is what it was.

I will try to write more true life stories and also try my hand at
fictional stuff as well. I would also like your comments and questions.

Cheers Tony mailto:tonymarr@optusnet.com.au