Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2016 00:44:07 +0000
From: francis cardinal <franciscardinal@hotmail.com>
Subject: Curious Boys

DISCLAIMER: The story that follows contains consensual relations between
males of similar ages. There are both interactions between similarly aged
adolescents. There are no intergenerational relations in the story.

With the web flooded with commercial porn and stories, I have lost
interest. There is SO much more excitement and interest in REAL stories,
unmodified, unexaggerated, just as they happened. I rather read a story
with less sexual descriptions and fantasy but knowing it's a true story
then to fake interest in some author's fantasy. Anyways, what follows is
what I foresee as the first part of my REAL childhood experiences. As it
happened, nothing more. This is the first time I ever write any kind of
stories, and the first time I post here, I'm probably not real good at it,
and there is a lot more to it but as I was eager to post, I'll make a part
two with the rest of my true stories once I see this worked out and I get
some reactions

Maxime ( 1990-1992 )

Max was my parent's friend couple's son. Him and his family had been in my
family's life since I was born; hence, I considered him, and his older
sister, my cousins. If I remember correctly, I was 8 and he was 11 when we
first started fooling around. I can't quite recall events in their
chronological order but all of the following bits and pieces happened
within about a 2 years span. My family were living in a middle-scale
Montréal suburb house and his were on an apple orchard on the south
shore of the island. This means our families would only get together a few
times per year, either we visited them for a night or two, or they'd visit
us in town. All this to say we would sleep over.

What I think is the first memory of Max and I going naughty with each other
happened during a family sleepover at his place. Our parents always had him
and I share a bedroom together. This first memory isn't much, but its my
very first sexual memory. I simply remember us being in bed, shirtless in
our underwear, pulling them down for the other to see our then very little
but very hard dicks. Both of us were uncut. We would put our face close to
each other's dick to see it better in the poorly lit attic room. This
memory isn't very graphic and physically intense but what stands out, for
me anyways is the memory of the smell of his crotch!  So intense I can
still vaguely make it out. And I have later in life had encounters with
this smell again on other guys and it totally froze me and brought me back
in time to a surreal level.

If I remember right, the next day is when we got a little bolder. We were
sitting in the middle of huge boulders a few hundred meters from his house
and I remember him asking to see my dick again. I gladly showed him,
overexcited with showing another boy my secret parts. I was hard... Pretty
much always was when I was in such a situation. Still am actually ;) As
most boys would have done, I immediately asked him to also show me his,
which he did. He was also hard. We got closer and he asked me to hold his
dick, I agreed but simultaneously asked him to also hold mine. IT was more
exciting and fun then weird, for me anyways. This didn't last long I think
as the next thing I remember is him telling me to put his dick in my
mouth. Which I did without hesitation. I was a pretty easy boy to play
around with it seems; even only being 8 years old. After a few
uncoordinated attempts to lick and suck his dick, I stood up and he knew
what this meant, he took hold of my little rock hard dick and played around
the head with his tongue and slide it in until his nose would touch my
lower stomach, which wasn't much of an exploit considering the size of my
dick. From what I remember, that was pretty much it.

The last memory of him and I fooling around took place in our suburb home,
in the basement bathroom. Everyone was upstairs, so he took me to the
bathroom, lock the door and then we both knew what we were there for and
highly excited by it. Without a word we both pulled our pants down and both
of us were hard... There was ne hesitation this time, we knew what was to
be done, I took his small uncut dick in my mouth and sucked on it for a
while, then he did my own, without much words exchanged.

This was my very first true and honest gay sex experience. Max grew up
`straight' but I still got my doubts on this. He got 3 kids from what I
heard last but we haven't seen each other or spoken in more then 20 years.

Micheal and Allan (1995)

When I was about 13, I was living in an rural county hours North of
Montreal, there wasn't many kids my age to hang out with, unless the few
local farm boys who weren't so much interested in hanging out with a
Frenchman like me. Anyways, I did make a friend called Allan. He lived in
the same county but required a good 30-minute intense hill-climbing
bike-ride. It was worth it as I desperate for friends to hang out with
during the then long summer months. Allan came from a very poor and highly
dysfunctional family. I would sometimes hang out a bit in his home but
couldn't stand it for long. So I would usually suggest we would cross the
street where was a great sandy enclosed beach, hidden in thick bushes and
go swim, hang, make a campfire or camp for the night. So during that
summer, this was our thing, camping on the beach. Not much happened with
Allan, who I think was 13 like me. Camping one time, I remember us talking
about our dicks and first hair growth. This led to both of us pulling down
our boxers. We were both hard he was cut. The first cut dick I had seen in
my life from up close. We were both hard. I had a small dick yet he was
smaller, but he had much more pubic hair then me as I had just a few light
red strands so far. He told me having more hair on your dick was better for
girls then having a big dick. I disagreed but didn't make a fuss over it, I
was just excited and content to finally see another boy's dick.

A couple of weeks after this, he told me he had a friend, and neighbor, who
had just gotten back from a few years living with his family out on
Alberta. So within a day or two, I met Michael, who was about a year or so
older then Allan and I.  He clearly had hit puberty a while back as he was
taller and slimmer then both of us, very thin actually. Michael and I
befriended quickly to the point where him and I would go camp out often
even when Allan couldn't.

Once, Michael, Allan and I camped out and share a tent and one thing led to
another and we were talking about sex and dicks. Both Allan and I, having
already showed each other our dicks, pulled our boxers down but although
Michael was the big bragger, we didn't. But I did clearly noticed that his
boxers had a huge tent in them, maybe he was embarrassed to be hard in
front of other boys. He was quite a macho.

One night, camping out of the beach with Michael alone, we again talked
about sex and dicks but leading to nothing fun. We were just trying to get
to sleep, side by side, uncovered due to the summer heat in a tent, facing
each other, both laying our heads on our arm, thus having our hands above
our heads, leaning towards the other's. Very slowly I remember our hands
touched. Ever so slightly, just brushing a finger here and there, both
acting like we are sleeping. Then for what seemed like an eternity, we both
got bolder and started playing with each other's fingers and interlacing
our hands. At some point I remember building up the guts to move my other
hand, which was laying down my front, closer to his very close body. As we
were face to face, my hand was directly in lined with his crotch. I moved
my hand slowly closer and closer to him until I hit something very hard. I
knew it was his dick and he was hard, I stopped moving. Then he played his
part and started tilting his hips so that his dick would push down on my
hand. Our other hand was still feeling up the other's on top of our
head. After what seems like hours, I knew I had to dive into this a little
hard if I wanted anything to happen, again, I was gay and I knew it, he was
just a horny macho straight teen. So I started rubbing my hand up and down
his dick and Holy Damn did I get the surprise of my life, this guy,
although just 14, was HUGE, even in my now adult standards. I would run a
finger up, then down, his shaft and it just never seemed to finish...
couldn't find the tip or base. This was enough for me to just break down
all my barriers and find the elastic of his boxers and boldly slide my hand
in. What a feeling this was, putting my hand onto the biggest dick I had
ever seen or felt, even on adults now! But funny thing is, he had no hair,
not one, not like he shaved, no guys did then, especially at 14 and his
pubis was just hairless and soft which I found pretty odd considering the
size of his dick. My dick was about a third of his yet I already had a
little bush growing down there.

Anyways, at this point, I knew we were both awake, and both wanting this so
I pulled down his boxers, he even helped by lifting up himself so I could
take them down easier. I grabbed his hand, also laying in front of him and
pushed it onto my rock hard dick. He did accept and gave my dick a few
squeezes. Yet, he clearly had something else in mind and wasn't so into the
foreplay. He whispered in my year to turn around, which I did in a flash,
not really knowing what his plan was, having never even considered my ass
as being something another would get pleasure from. So he spread my cheeks
with his free hand and started pushing his, I would guess, 8 or 9inch thick
dick in my ass. Him fucking me was never going to happen, not that I was
scared or anything, only our lack of experience, and lube, and his intense
eagerness to simply `push it all in just like that' didn't make it
possible. After a few very unsuccessful trusts, he gave up and turned me
around, grabbed my head from behind and without a word, pushed my head down
onto his dick. Now the only experience sucking dicks I had was when I was 8
and 9 with my 12-year-old cousin, both of us having pencil-like dicks, so
this was unknown territory and not as instinctive as I would have imagined
then. I tried to put his dick in my mouth but he was too excited and eager
to get sucked and just ended up chocking me and making me lose confidence
in myself in pleasure his huge dick. I could seriously barely fit the head
in my mouth. I did try to get him to also do me, but other then a few
unmotivated hand strokes, he refused to put my dick in his mouth. So that
was that, and I thought this would be it, I hadn't satisfied him, he
wouldn't want this again, but to my surprise, the next morning, he wanted
more. Allan had come to join us at the beach and the 3 of us were playing
around in the water in our boxers. Michael was always near me, holding
me... Putting his hand down my boxers right in front of Allan, barely in
the water to our waist. He wasn't trying to hide. He kept taking my hand
and pushing it down onto his still hard huge hard-on. We never made each
other cum and now, older, I kind of regret not giving it more efforts, big,
hard and horny as he was, im sure it wouldn't have taken much to make him
cum.

At the end of summer, him and his mom drove into our farm's driveway. It
was for a goodbye, Michael was being sent back to Alberta. While our moms
were chatting, he took me to the side and whispered in my ear that I should
give him a kiss goodbye. So I took him behind one of our barns and gave him
a little uncomfortable kiss on the lips. I didn't see him for 20 years but
eventually, a few years ago, he came back to the county. I, through other
local friends, invited him to our farm for parties and such, and he came,
wasn't too weird, maybe he thought I didn't remember or something. But
later, my other friends told me he has been pushed out by the community,
back then, because they had gotten word that he was showing his dick around
to many local boys and getting local boys into sucking him. Still now,
although living in the county, he is not welcomed to community events and
sort of hides away living his life, with only me and my guys as friends.

Gordon (1996):

I grew up in a remote Irish county in Quebec, about 2h North of Montreal.
As one of the very few French boys around, if any, and living in a very
rural area, my weekends and summers were restricted to hanging out with
local farmer boys. Yet, I met Gordon when I was about 13 and he must have
been about 14 and he happened to be a fairly close neighbor. As close as
they get in such agricultural lands. He wasn't like the others. He didn't
live on a farm but in a simply little house built in a nearby field, his
father gone and mother not quite around. He was really smart, a little on
the chubby side, and was really sticking out from the other local hicks. So
during that summer, we started hanging out. He was just 5 min bike-ride
away so we would often hang out. He was kind of an outcast because of his
attitude and not being a farm boy, and I also was because I was French.
Then later I realized both of us were closeted gays so, that probably had
something to do with our social situation.

Anyways, one day he came over to our farm, on a hot sunny summer day, and
we decided to go for a swim in our outdoor pool. All I remember that we
were horsing around, probably intentionally rubbing and grabbing our dicks
through our swim shorts.I saw he had started growing armpit hair which I
had not yet, that got me excited. At one point, I remember that I boldly
slid my hand down his shorts and cupped his soft, cut, pretty small dick in
my hand and just kept it there. He had more hair then I and I used this
excuse to get his mind off my hand on his bare dick. I told him he had more
hair then me and in response, he slid his own hand down my shorts and
cupped my probably semi or hard dick, under the untold excuse to verify
what I was saying... so we were there, for probably about 30 seconds, our
hand directly on each other's dick, not really feeling around but just
holding on tight, until we parted for a reason I can't remember. Probably
just got uncomfortable or uneasy. That was that for that day.

Same summer, I went over to his place and found that his mother had given
him the task of hand scrubbing the lining of their in ground pool. So I
greeted him, took my shirt and jumped in. Went to him and offered my
help. As he was working on the deep end, I saw he had a hard time holding
on to the side and scrubbing at the same time so I offered to hold him
while he concentrates with both hands on the scrubbing. So I held on to the
side of the pool by embracing it with my armpit and hand while the other
held on to him. For some reason, he was positioned in a way that made it
right for me to hold on to him by his crotch. Obviously there would have
been other options but being horny and gay as I was, that was my choice and
he didn't seem to mind. So for about 30 minutes, I pretty much held him by
the croth through his short. I never understood why, now knowing he's gay,
he never got hard, but not him not knowing, I was hard the whole time we
cured his pool.

A couple of weeks later, he invited me for a sleepover, which we did quite
regularly. So a little late evening, we were sitting side by side at his
computer. Internet was just in its beginning, we would play strategy games
(well I would watch him as I didn't know how to play not owning a computer)
and eventually, he quit the game and started showing me Google images of
naked girls. Then the whole blabla of how hot and sexy they were although
it didn't do much to me. Eventually, he made a search for naked guys and
showed me my first hard naked men. He asked me if I like this also, I
didn't see a reason why to lie and told him I did like it. I was then up
standing behind him and he would lean his back against my crotch, obviously
trying to see if I was hard from the images. And I was hard as ever, so he
kept moving and pressing on my with his back. At one point he took his left
hand and brought it to my dick, though my pants and fondled my small but
hard uncut dick. Then POW, his Aunt burst through his bedroom door, never
seen 2 boys move so fast and act so naturally since ;) Either she didn't
notice or didn't say anything about it. Anyways, a little later, he made me
sit and he stood behind me, so I obviously lean back until I could feel his
hard dick near my lower neck. Played around with this for some time until
we agreed to go sleep, knowing very well this was an excuse to turn off the
lights, lock the door and explore more of what was going on between us.

Gordon had single bunk beds, so i Agrabbed the top one knowing the lower
one was his usual. About 15 minutes past where we were probably both hard
and leaking and waiting for something to happen, for the other to make a
move. And he was the one to make the move. Although I had had a feeling he
was gay all along, because during both pool experiences he didn't show much
sign of interest, hence get hard, I still had my doubts. Doubts were broken
down when he started to talk, asking me quite honestly about my sexual
feelings, puberty development, masturbation and past sexual experiences. He
also asked me if I had been hard earlier when watching porn, and if I was
hard there and now. I told him yes and told him about my very few gay
experiences, he told me about his, with schoolmates and such. So we both
knew what was up and coming. He asked me if I would try him (not being
specific), I said yes eagerly and so then asked me to come down to his
bunk. I did, laid next to him on the small single kid's bed, and started to
touch him. He took his PJ down and asked if I would suck him, which I had
been dying for for weeks. So I took his 4 or 5 inch cut dick in my mouth
and sucked him for about 1 minute... then when he realized I didn't know
where this was going, having never sucked a guy to ejaculation, he told me
he was gonna cum soon so I should continue, and I did. About 30 seconds
later, he came in my mouth. Not enough to overwhelm me, as he probably
jerked off a lot then, but enough to surprise me, yet I took it all and
swallowed it not really knowing what else to do. I liked it, especially
from the fact that I had gotten a guy off, which was a first to me. Then
without me asking, he pulled my pants down and went straight for my hard 5
inch uncut slim dick and sucked it very hard and fast, like he had done
this before, it took me only about 45 seconds to a minute to release my cum
in his mouth. He took it like a pro and truly went on to clean me up.

The last time I fooled around with Gordon was late summer, when school had
started, and he `offered' to help me with my maths, some excuse to be alone
with me in my room. We sat on the bed, opened my books and before even
considering getting into teaching me, he bluntly asked me to kiss him.. and
it all went down from there, he undid my pants, suck me a little, I pushed
him away and undid his pants, sucked him too, we were both already hard,
then my brother cam and knocked on the door which froze and obviously
interrupted us, he wanted to talk to me, I was only in my boxers, hard as
hell, so I barely cracked the door and listened to what he had to say,
which wasn't much or important but obviously he knew what was going on.

Dale and Richard (1995-1996)

Here's a short and sexless story but still part of me being a preteen and
being horny as hell. From age 12 to 16, growing up on a remote farm in an
Irish Quebec county, I had to take an early small schoolbus that would take
about 1h45 minutes to reach my junior high school. There were only about 10
of us in the bus at most, but all of us lived in remote areas in the same
county and for each student, we would usually have to drive miles into
private roads or concessions to grab a kid. The bus ride was so long that
even if we weren't in the same school year or even school, we would still
bond and for the most part, become very close. When I was maybe 13, I had
this very cute slim guy called Richard taking the bus a few long stops down
from me, so we would usually sit together and spend the 1 hour + bus ride
chatting and making the best of it. He was from a poor family but quite
smart and very cute, thin, quite shy and reserved, he definitely wasn't a
popular kid other then a weird, unknown fact that he supposedly had a huge
dick. I honestly don't remember why and where I heard this rumor, but I did
find out it was true. But Richard was SO sweet, soft, gentle, friendly, to
an upmost extreme, so I truly got to respect and love the boy for
it... along with hoping he might also be gay as I then knew I was.

So, on the bus, coming back from school, I would sit with him and we would
often kind of stop talking at one point and drift to some kind of sleep,
that was when I would bend down and lay my head on his laps, making sure my
right hand was between my head and his crotch, so I could try and feel his
dick. We lived in a very bumpy, mountainous region so there was a lot of
bouncing around so I could easily use the bouncing around to reposition my
hand, even turn it around so my fingers and palm could be straight on his
dick. I did feel him a lot, maybe he was conscious of it, but innocent as
he was, probably not, but at some point, over the months, and years, of
doing this, I had my horny bold moments where he obviously could feel my
hand grabbing his dick and would, as great and nice as he was, simply call
my name, say sorry (which he did a lot!) and move a bit so my hand wasn't
on his dick anymore. That's it, nothing more but this but damn did this boy
drive me crazy, I jerked off thinking about for most of theses years. I
didn't want to try more out of respect as he was such a great guy, but man
did I want to suck him, if tht was the only thing he would allow me to do!

Dale was another boy on the bus, he actually lived a little further then I
did (if that's possible). He was about 12 and I was maybe 14, I would sit
with him at some point, sometimes, once Richard got off the bus. We still
had about 30 minutes to go together so although he was younger and not very
talkative, I would sit with him. He was very small and scrawny, even for
his age. He was from a dysfunctional family as most kids in my area were,
but he was a nice kid, honest and good. Anyways, this is a short one as not
much happened between us. I would just lay my head on his laps, as I did
with Richard, and have my hand under my head where, where with the bumpy
ride, could place my hand directly on his dick. We did this a few times, he
didn't seem to mind, but one time I got bold, a few minutes from my bus
stop and actually cupped his dick in my hand through his jean shorts and
played around without restraints, I don't think he got hard but I clearly
remember him having a small uncut dick which gave me enough to jerk off to
for the next few weeks.