Date: Sun, 12 May 2013 22:43:22 -0400 From: dakota phillips <dak15@mail.com> Subject: "Dakota" part 1 (YF) This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains descriptive acts of sexual behavior between boys under the age of 18. Read at your own risk. Otherwise, enjoy! ------------------------------------------------ Dakota ... Part 1 ------------------------------------------------ As the moving truck slowed, I looked out the car window at what was to be our new house. The large truck pulled into the drive, my mom steered the car to a parking spot on the tree-covered street. As the engine quieted, I opened my door and stepped unto the cobblestone road, looking up and then down the quiet street. Our new home. Quite the change from the only house I had ever called home. That was back in Miami. And here, Louisville, Kentucky seemed to be a world away. A gentle breeze blew through my shaggy, blonde hair. The back doors of the car opened as my two younger brothers jumped out and ran into the house. My mother was the last out of the car. She came up behind me and hugged me gently. "You'll be fine, Dakota," she said softly. "You're a wonderful boy. You'll have loads of friends in no time." I sighed softly, thinking about my friends back home. My fourteen-year-old heart ached to be back there. But, I knew mom was right. I would have to make the best of it. We would not be going back. You see, my parents went through a pretty ugly divorce. Now, after the storm, here we were. My memories were jogged by the high-pitched beeps of the truck, as the gruff men began unloading our life. Let me fill you in more about me while they are moving stuff in. My name is Dakota. I am the oldest of three boys. My brothers are Rio (he's 13) and Shelby (he's 12). My parents are both doctors, which explains the sequence of our names ... (D)akota, (R)io and (S)helby ... Dr's ... get it? That's about the extent of what I knew of my parents sense of humor. Anyway. I am fourteen years old. I'll be starting high school this year, after I get through the summer. Let's see, oh ... I have dirty blond hair which is kinda shaggy (not too long and not short). I'm about five feet, six inches. I weigh about 128 (last time I was on a scale). I don't think I am skinny, but I admit I am thin. I started puberty when I was twelve, I had wisps of black hair a few months before my thirteenth birthday. My dick is almost 6" in length and about 4" in diameter. Yes, I measured. I consider myself bisexual. I think I say that because I am reluctant to admit I really like boys better. I have had girlfriends in school, even kissed a few. But I noticed when I kiss a girl there's no, I don't know, fireworks. Thinking about it, I have to be honest when I say that when I fap, which is at least once a day, it is to thoughts of boys I know or of pics I have saved on my computer. I was introduced to homosexuality in Miami. I was twelve and, even then, knew I liked boys. How did this happen, I couldn't say. But, all I knew was I was always staring at the boys in my class. Anyway, I had heard some boys joking about how you could get a blow-job at the mall restroom. This got my attention as I had already been experiencing the euphoria of climax nightly. I decided one weekend to go to the mall and see what it was all about. As I entered the bathroom, I was a bit relieved because it seemed to be totally empty. I walked past the row of urinals to the stalls. I went to the stall on the end (as I had overheard it described). As I entered the stall, I noticed writing on the wall, and a few sketches. I knew I was in the right place. Now, it was just a matter a waiting to see what would happen. I was probably in the stall for about 20 minutes. In that time I had heard several guys come in to use the facilities. Each one left just as he had entered. I was losing heart and about to leave, when the door squeaked open again. This time I heard soft footsteps nearing the stall I was in. The was a small hole in the wooden partition. As the door opened and the locked shut, and slowly leaned forward to get a peep. I was surprised. It was Eric; one of the boys that was talking about the blow-jobs at the mall. I leaned away quietly, not wanting him to know I was there. Maybe I could sneak away before he saw me. I was getting ready to pull up my shorts. "Dakota?" came a whispered voice. Shit! I was found out. I looked toward the hole in the wall. I could see his eye peering over at me. I nervously waved to him. I played dumb. "Who ... is that?" "It's me Eric," he whispered. "You here for a blow-job?" he giggled. "Uhm, no." I was caught. He knew full-well what the hell was up. "Yes," I said, letting out a sigh. "Any luck?" "No," I said. "Hey! You got dark hairs!" he said, obviously looking at my member. "Don't you?" I asked. "No," he said dissappointedly. "Just a bunch of peach fuzz. Look." I leaned forward to look through the hole. As I did, Eric opened his legs a bit so I could get a better view. His dick was hard, and looked to be about 4.5" long. I could see he had peach fuzz. As I looked my own dick was growing to its 5" size. "Hey," he said. "What would you say we 'service' each other ... since the action is so slow today." I thought about getting my first blow-job, so agreed. I leaned forward and slid the lock of the door open. Eric pulled up his shorts and quickly came into my stall, locking the door behind him. Eric was a bit shorter than me, but was cute as hell! He had dark eyes and hair, and the prettiest smile. He was staring at my hard dick. "You gotta swear you won't tell anyone!" I demanded. "Shit, Dakota, are you kidding? Why the hell would I tell anyone?" He was right. If it got out that you were gay, you're school life was over. You would be subjected to years of ridicule. I realize homosexuality is becoming more mainstream, but not in middle school. Seeing two boys walking in the hallways hand-in-hand did not exist. Oh, I'm sure there were many gay boys in our school, it just wasn't out. "Have you, ya know, ever ...?" I stammered. "Sucked dick?" Eric asked. "Yeah. That's usually the way it goes. The guy sucks yours, and you return the favor." "How often have you done this stuff?" "A few. But I am selective. I don't go with the old dudes. They got to be under twenty at least." This was a whole new world to me. But I was eager. I didn't say anything, Eric knelt in front of me and tugged my boxers down to my ankles. I leaned back a little and spread my legs. He took my dick in his right hand and stroked it up and down a bit. then he leaned in and licked the head. Damn! I sighed and my whole body smiled. I closed my eyes to concentrate on every feeling my young body was having. The next thing I felt was his lips around my dick, and then the warmth of his mouth. I opened my eyes to see this beautiful boy bobbing up and down, my dick appearing from and disappearing into his mouth. I had never felt such a feeling. Instinctively, my hands went to his head. His hair was so soft. My breathing became heavy, I knew I was nearing. "I'm gonna ... oh, shit ... Eric ..." I whispered. Eric just kept working his way up and down my five inches. In the next moment, I could stand it no longer. I pushed his head down on my dick just as it began to spasm, shooting my boy-seed into his mouth. A few seconds later, Eric let my still-hard dick pop from his mouth. To my surprise he swallowed my nut. "Did you swallow ..." I started. "Yeah," he said. "Yours actually tasted kinda good!" Eric then stood up and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them slide to his ankles. It was then that I realized he was not wearing any underwear. His dick was rock-solid. It pointed straight from his body, not up at an angle like mine. His balls hung low away from his body. It was obvious that he had started puberty and would have dark hairs soon. He scooted toward me, a smile on his face. "Time to return the favor," he said. "I've never sucked a dick before." "I'm sure you will do fine." With that, I leaned my head forward and, following his example, licked the head and then the shaft of his dick. I could smell the mustiness of his crotch. It was intoxicating. I let his dick slide into my mouth. I gagged a little, backing away. "Take your time," he said. I let his dick slide back into my mouth. His peach fuzz tickled my nose. I began bobbing forward and then back, his dick slipping in and out of my mouth. I lifted my hands to his waist and ran them over his soft butt. My fingers ran in his butt crack. I loved feeling his butt. By now I was holding my head still and rocking him back and forth by his waist. His hands were on my head helping me keep a tempo. Soon, he took over and began moving his hips forward and back, fucking my mouth with his young boyhood. Suddenly, he pushed his dick into my mouth completely. I felt his dick began to spasm and then tasted the slightly salty tasted of his nut. I swallowed. It wasn't the best thing I have tasted, but it wasn't gross either ... I liked it well enough. Eric slipped his dick out of my mouth and bent down to pull up his shorts. "Thanks, Dakota. Not bad for your first time!" "I enjoyed you too," I said. Eric slid the door opened and exited quietly. I sat there for a few minutes thinking about what just happened. It was awesome. It was then that I knew I really liked boys. Really. But, something in me knew it would have to be a secret. Oh look, the moving men are finished. The huge truck slowly backed out of the driveway sounding that piercing wail the whole time. As it lurched forward and drove away the street was once again empty and quiet. I turn to go into our new home, realizing I my dick is boned. Pulling my t-shirt down, I make my way upstairs and to my room. "No time like the present," I think to myself as I look about my new room filled with boxes calling my name. I am distracted my the rhythmic beat coming from outside my window. Making my way past the cumbersome boxes, i look out the window to see, next door, two boys about my age playing basketball. I guess I could get used to this new town. I smiled. (TO BE CONTINUED)