Date: Sat, 29 May 2004 11:50:35 -0400
From: tom williams <fredanneson@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Days of Wine and Boners

I live with my 28 year old boyfriend. We've been together about a year.
I'm 31 years old and my name is Tom. We met in court. He's a Judicial
Marshall, (aka bailiff) I'm a lawyer. I've always been a sucker for a
guy in uniform. It was in those intoxicating lust filled early days of
our relationship when the whole world seemed to shrink to just the two of
us, that he asked me;

"How old we're you when you first had sex?"

Now he was always more open about his past. He'd told me he'd been with
6 people total, including me. He'd had a long term girlfriend from age
17 until he accepted he was gay at 22. He'd had a couple of one
nighter's and two very discreet relationships. Me, I was a trollop
compared to him. I'd been with at least ten times more guys and half a
dozen women. I wanted to answer carefully, so not to scare him off.

"I was 13-1/2 when I first had sex with another guy." I answered
truthfully.

At first he looked a little shocked. But very quickly he flashed that sly
sexy smile of his.

"Tell me about it." He said.

"Sam" I started; "I've had a lot of sex- but you're my first real
boyfriend. I love you. I love your sexy chest hair. I love your big cock.
I love that total animal passion that takes over when we make love."

"But" I continued; "I've been around the block, and I don't want you
to think I'm a whore or loose or you're just another in a long string
of men. I love you like I've loved no other. "

"Tommy, I'd never think that. I just want to be more intimate with you.
I loved you physically the first night, after the dinner at Alforno, now
I want to get to know you, be emotionally and intellectually intimate
with you." Sam said gently.

"Plus it gets me horny as shit!" He added.

Then he showed me this website with thousands of hot, erotic stories.
After reading a couple I was so hot I took out Sam's fat 7 incher right
in front of the computer. In the glowing blue light of the monitor, I
gave him a blowjob. I didn't undress him, just pulled his cock and balls
out this fly and licked those hairy nuts and dick. Sam's very furry,
which is so sexy. I love the patch of brown hair on his back, at the base
of his neck. His big dick even has downy little hairs halfway up the
shaft. I can feel them when I deep throat him. He came quickly and
quietly, except for his rapid breathing. I jerked myself off while
sucking him and shot buckets of cum onto a Town & Country magazine, since
we'd just put down new carpeting. I made him a ham salad sandwich, gave
him a beer and grabbed the gin from the freezer. One dash of vermouth and
two Sicilian olives later; I was savoring the perfect martini. On the
couch. Next to my lover.

Sam broke the elegant silence.

"You should write a story and put it on that website."

"I don't know Sam; I'm a really private person."

"I bet it's really sexy." He said in his little boy voice.

"Yeah, it is." I said, as I leaned over and kissed him so long and so
passionately that our cheeks went hollow and all my thoughts melted to
nothing.

I slowly pulled away, stroked his sandpaper cheek and got up.

"Hey, where ya going?" he asked.

"To the computer" I said grabbing a cigarette; "I feel a story coming
on."

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FOR SAM

My father never told me anything about sex. He was too embarrassed. Even
though he spent four years in the Marines, he insisted he was a virgin
when he married my mother.

Mom was a different story. She was very sex savvy. She saw sexual
activity everywhere, real and imagined. I figured out later she was
probably molested at an early age by one of her uncles. She also had a
real penchant for pills. The medicine cabinet was filled with mellow
outers, sleepers, painkillers and get up and goers. I think she always
suspected I was gay.

Before 7th grade I had no real interest in sex. Oh, in fourth grade I had
a crush on Chuckie. I wanted to take my penis and touch it to the end of
his penis, so that our piss slits touched. I imagined spraying a race
horse sized stream of pee, feeling that wonderful sensation of a massive
pee leaving my urethra. My little hard on throbbed. But it never
happened. I never even saw him with his shirt off.

Then in 5th grade I saw Trevor's dick. We were at the urinals. He was
way taller and his dick was big, like the naked men's dicks I'd seen in
the locker room at the swim club. He even had a few long strands of hair
poking out through his fly. I don't think I got hard. And other than
thinking that one day I'd have a big dick with hairs and stuff, I
didn't think anything more. And about a year later, in the middle of 6th
grade, I got hairs.

First they came in white, almost transparent, like the tiny artificial
fuzz that covers a cheap plush toy you'd win at a carnival. I was kind
of ashamed. I developed fast.

By the time I entered 7th grade I had a forest. My pubic hair had grown
about an inch up my groin and was a rusty auburn red color, just a little
darker than my hair. It was very thick. Dark hairs grew on my legs,
spreading from my ankles up my calves, halfway to my knees. Right before
school started, course little dark hairs appeared in my armpits. I spent
the summer at the swim club and the hair on my arms was blond from the
sun. I didn't think I was cute or handsome and I really didn't have
many sex thoughts, even though we'd played spin the bottle at a kid's
birthday party and I'd kissed Nanci and felt her tits; I was more into
books, movies and hanging out. That was going to all change soon.

I guess I remember it so well not for what happen, but for what came from
it. It was just before Thanksgiving. The ground was frozen. Stuart and me
used to hang out after school. He was my age, but due to a growth spurt
I'd had, he was shorter. I won't say we were bad kids, but we did kinda
push the limits. We liked to play Battleship, G.I. Joes and video games.
Since we lived in a rural area of Connecticut our mothers forced us
outside a lot.

My mother worked. This gave me two hours to be home with just my sister.
She was older, had her own phone and did lots of after school activities.
This was when Stuart and me pursued of our favorite "forbidden"
activities; smoking cigarettes, drinking and ultimately, making fires.

We'd fry ants with a magnifying glass and escalated into paper and wood
and then cause we smoked we'd build small campfires and throw in sterno
and stuff. But that November day when I was 12-1/2 we made our first
Molotov cocktail.

A stolen tampon was the fuse. It fit perfect into the soda bottle. We lit
it and stood back. Stuart aimed the pellet gun. He was a better shot. He
fired and missed twice, but on the third try the glass shattered and the
gasoline erupted into a mushroom ball of flames. We were delighted. Now
we weren't stupid. We were in an abandoned gravel pit and there was
nothing around to spread the fire. As the flames died out we were ready
for a second blast.

Stuart's parents were heavy drinkers and he was terrified of his father
when he was drunk. He was a little bit pussy about my idea for the next
Molotov, so I said, "Fine, just watch."

I took the second soda bottle, soaked the tampon wick in the gas and
pushed it into the neck of the bottle. Then I lit it. As soon as it
caught I threw it at a boulder about 30 feet away. Whoosh!!! A mega
fireball enveloped the rock. Flaming glass shards rained everywhere. We
whooped with laughter. It was the epitome of pre-teen forbidden fun.
Little did I know that in less than an hour I was going to go even
higher, crossing that line of innocence into a whole new world.

We moved towards the fire and began stamping out the little outlying
flames. They we were startled by a voice;

"Tommy?"

"Holy shit...what the fuck was that?"

I whipped my head around and there was Eddie, 8th grade Eddie who I knew
from last year in Boy Scouts, before I quit.

"Eddie.. Did you..umm, see us?" I asked sheepishly.

"Yeah, that was fucking great!"

"Yeah it was" I said proudly, "Hey, you're not going rat us out, are
ya?"

"Fuck No." He said. "You gonna do it again?"

We didn't have anymore gas or bottles so we headed the 1/4 mile back to my
house to stock up on supplies.

Stuart the little pussy was all freaked out about stealing more tampons
from his sister.

"Amy actually counts her fucking tampons!?" I asked incredulously.

"I'm going home." He said.

What a pussy I thought.

Eddie and I went to my garage to get some more gas. I didn't want to go
into the house, cause my sister was home, and I figured we didn't need
tampon fuses anyway. We could use old rags, like they did in the movies.
My dad used the garage a lot. He had a wash sink and a telephone out
there. Eddie's parents were more blue collar and they didn't have a
garage phone. He got off on it.

"Can we make prank calls?" Eddie asked excitedly.

"Sure." I replied and Eddie grabbed the phone book, opened the yellow
pages to hair salons and went to work.

He was a pro. He was 14-1/2 with a deep, steady voice. He'd start out
asking stuff like about when they were open and could they do Mohawks and
buzzcuts and could they do pink of orange dye highlights. Once he lulled
them into submission, he went in for the kill.

He'd ask if they did bikini waxes. He'd explain he was a swimmer and
wanted the excess hair removed.

"I've tried shaving, but it leaves bumps...and I race in a Speedo." He
offered.

"Could you do a bikini wax and pubic trim? He asked innocently.

I was fucking dying. I was laughing so hard my nose was running. Tears
were running down my face. I had my face stuffed in an old drop cloth to
muffle the sound.

For most, the coup de grace was when Eddie asked, "Could you trim my
bush so it comes out heart shaped?"

Silence, then a click followed by a dial tone. Except when he got Sylvain
on the line at Salon Anticipation. She was French and she actually had to
go ask the head stylist if he'd trim Eddie's pubes!

The big queen head stylist got on the phone and Eddie brought him up to
speed.

"Swim Team, Speedo, Waxing, Bush Trims- maybe heart-shaped or use your
imagination- do something special like a topiary or something?"

Meanwhile I'm pissing my pants with laughter.

"My dick?" Eddie went on, "Hard or soft?"

"3 soft, 7 hard...and it curves to the left."

I stopped laughing, and was paying attention now.

"I don't think you'd be able to take all 7 inches."

"What're they asking?" I begged.

All I got from him was a quiet shhh!

He started talking again. "Okay, so I come in at closing time, you do
the trim plus green highlights and then we fool around."

"But... one condition -- I shoot my load in your face", there was a long
pause. "Till it drips down your faggoty chin!!! And with that
crescendo, Eddie hung up.

I never laughed so hard in my life.

We paged through the phone book for our next victim.

Then the garage door opened. Mom was home. She suspected something was
up, correctly of course. I tried to explain Eddie, my new friend, needed
to call home, that's why we were in the garage. She had a real puss on
her face. Oh, she was cordial- full of how nice to meet you's and come
back soons. But her meaing was clear; send him home.

Dinner was full of; who's that boy's, what were you doing in the
garage's, and you better not have been's. Mercifully, she had a
Dubonnet and when the sleeping pill hit she went right to bed.

Two weeks went by before I saw Eddie again. He was in the 8th grade wing,
and I was in 7th grade. But Stuart was in almost every class with Stevie,
Eddie's` 11 year old cousin.

Monday on the bus Stuart told me Stevie said we should come over to
Eddie's house. Stevie had slept over his cousin's and he nearly shit
this pants laughing at the prank call stories Eddie told. Thursday was
good because his mother worked late. I thought I'd bring some of my
parent's beer and we could do some calls. Then Stuart said;

"Stevie says Eddie's got a really big dick."

"How does he know?" I asked.

"He saw it this weekend, when he slept over."

Suddenly I saw Eddie and Stevie in a whole different light. I couldn't
wait till Thursday.


THURSDAY

We went over after school. I stopped home called Mom, and mixed up a
mayonnaise jar of screwdrivers, hooked up with Stuart and went to
Eddie's.

Eddie was wearing a green turtleneck shirt and jeans. I didn't care what
Stevie was wearing, he was just a little boy, and Stuart clothes looked
like his Mom had laid them out, which she did. Me and Eddie had deep
voices, men's voices.

Eddie asked if we wanted to play poker. When we said yeah, he said
regular or strip?

I took the cue.

I said; "Fuck the cards, I heard you got a really big dick."

Eddie blushed and stammered.

Not wasting any time I unzipped my pants and took out my 5 inch hard on.
Stuart's eyes bugged out of his head. Stevie stood up and dropped his
trousers. He had a hairless 2 1/2 incher that curved upwards and marble
sized balls. Stuart just sat there in shock. Then Eddie dropped trou. He
had a massive 7 inch cock that was three inches around with jet black
hair, and a thick curly treasure trail running up to his navel.

I was on him in a flash. I gently gripped his pulsing boner. He grinned
widely and a strand of jet black hair fell across his forehead. Stevie
stepped out of his pants and unbuttoned the top of his shirt and pulled
it over his head. He had a hairless wiry body with a few well defined
muscles. He came over to us. I felt his rock hard cock. He grunted in
pleasure. We both helped Eddie off with his turtleneck. His chest was
great. He had medium sized nipples surrounded by strands of fine black
hair. He had dense dark armpit hair. His forearms had just the right
amount of fine silky hair, just a little lighter than the rest. He was
thin, without a six pack, but more like a statute, a David. Not fully a
man, but definitely no longer a boy.

My dick was wet with precum. It stood out like a little dewdrop, but when
Stevie started to jerk me, it formed a clear string from me to his hand.
Eddie laughed. I'd never been so hard. My cock was pulsating on its own.
Steve dropped to his knees and started blowing Eddie. Eddie thrust
himself forward. I played with his plum sized balls. Stevie was a little
sex machine. He sucked, licked and handled Eddie like and expert. He took
Eddie in both hands and rubbed his cock into his closed right eye, first
roughly and then gently- fluttering his eyelashes against Eddie's pee
hole.

"Where'd ya learn that? I asked.

"Swedish Porno." He answered.

I'd never been this sexually charged; I dropped to my knees and began
kissing and licking Eddie's balls. They were dusted with the same light
silky hair as on his forearms.

His musky smell was new, exotic. I plunged his dick into my mouth sucking
furiously.

"Watch the teeth" He reminded me.

We turned our attention to Stuart. He didn't want to undress. Eddie and
me held him down and Stevie pulled his shirt out of his pants, and undid
his belt and fly. Stuart was in that chubby stage that some boy's get
before they have a growth spurt, but he had hair!

Curly dirty blond hair sprouts ringed his fat little penis. He didn't
take his pants off, he just let them pool around his ankles. But we
unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his white cotton tee shirt off. He even
had hair in his armpits, maybe 4 little dark hairs in each one. Stevie
sucked his dick and Stuart just got redder and redder.

Eddie went down on me, gently playing with my nuts and running his
fingers through my reddish blond pubic hair. My dick was on fire. Never
had I felt such warmth, such pleasure. Stevie came over to Eddie and took
his cock and started sucking. I went to Stuart and laid on top of him, we
thrusted together, dick to dick. I lifted his arms and licked the little
hairs in his pits. He held my cock slowly jerking it.

"You're so hairy." He said as he explored my furry underarms and felt
the coarse hair on my ass.

I'd never come before, I'd never had a wet dream. Stuart probably
hadn't either and Stevie definitely hadn't. And even though we were
neophytes, some kind of natural instinct took over, guiding our technique
towards resolution. We were burning with desire, overwhelmed by our first
sex.

Eddie broke the moment.

"Get Dressed Now!" He shouted grabbing his pants from the pile on the
floor, "My Mom's home!" and we heard the car crunching on the gravel
in the driveway.

Stuart, ever the chicken, had his pants up and fastened in a flash,
grabbed his shirt and was out the front door before I had my shirt
buttoned. He was halfway home before Eddie's mom came in the back door.

Thankfully, we were all dressed before she came in. I introduced myself
in my best Eddie Haskell way. She had no clue a young boy sex orgy had
been taking place in her modest living room. She started dinner, invited
me to stay, which I declined, and served some cheese puffs in a Fiesta
Ware bowl.

Walking home I contemplated the threshold I'd just crossed. Sex. First
Sex. Better than sweet iced tea and vodka, better than a hot shower,
better than those big orange sleeping pills my mother took at night and I
occasionally took in the morning before a tough day at school. But my
balls ached. I felt unrelieved.

The next day Stuart avoided me. He got his mom to drive him to school. He
sat in the front of the bus on the way home. When I finally caught up
with him he blurted out "I'm not gay!" and ran away. We didn't talk
for 2 years, until I started dealing pot and he wanted to score. Today
he's got 5 kids from two different women. I told Sam he's either over
compensating or he's really not gay. Sam implored me to go on with the
story.

I called Eddie everyday for a week and a half. He was either not home or
had other plans.

Then on Friday he called me.

"You wanna make some prank calls?" he asked.

"And then some." I answered.

"I'll be over in 10." He said as he hung up the phone.

When he got there I already had a boner. I wanted to seem older and I
served him a glass of Almaden Rhine Mountain Wine from the permanent jug
in our refrigerator. He took a sip and asked for a coke. I slammed my
wine and reached for his.

"You wanna make some calls?" I asked.

"Nah" he answered.

And I was on him, rubbing his cock through his jeans.

"You want to make out?" he asked.

"Sure" I said, sounding more nonchalant than I felt.

We kissed. Our lips touched and then opened and our tongues entered each
other's mouth. I tasted of wine, Eddie tasted of coke and cigarettes. I
opened his pants and pushed my hand under his underwear waistband. His
long cock hairs slipped through my fingers. I pulled his shirt off over
his head without undoing his buttons. I stood and pulled my shirt off. I
undid my belt and was naked except for my socks. We went to my room.
Eddie took off his pants; he was totally naked with his rising cock
standing in front of him. I took my socks off and laid on the bed. Eddie
lay on top of me, gently humping me. I felt his wet precum mixing with
mine. We stopped stimulating each other and moved into a
discovery/introspection stage. I spread his ass cheeks and looked at the
hair nestled in the crack. He fingered my balls, like a housewife
inspecting plums. We combed our fingers through each other's pubic hair.
I licked the trail of stiff hairs from his pubes to his navel; I sucked
his nipples, practically flossing my teeth with his nascent chest hair.
He pressed his thumb into my asshole, pressuring my pucker hole. We
kissed.

Then we got hot. With experience beyond a 14-1/2 year old, Eddie went into
overdrive. He forced my head onto his dick and I sucked like there was no
tomorrow. He positioned me into a 69 and like Jack Horner, he stuck in
his thumb and pushed on my plum. My dick bleated and wept. We switched
and I arched in pleasure as he sucked my dick. Such fiery warmth. I
explored the small patch of hair at the base of his back. We mashed our
cocks together in full blown lust.

I'd reached the home stretch. I was on top of Eddie jerking away. I
suddenly felt tightness in my balls and a feeling like something was
strained inside of me. I told Eddie I felt something funny and I wanted
to stop.

"Keep going" Eddie commanded. And I did. Suddenly I shot. Pure white,
mucousy gobs of come shot out my cock. I had no control. I hadn't learned
control techniques.

My cum coated Eddie's stomach and dripped from my dick. I was stunned.
My first load.

But I had no time to savor my entry into manhood, cause Eddie needed
fulfillment.

He rolled me unto my back and spread my legs. He caressed them as they
stood straight up in a wishbone position. He loved the kinky reddish
Celtic hair covering them. His huge cock rubbed my nether parts. Eddie
positioned his cock head on my balls. They were warm and languid.
Suddenly he began to piston fuck me, thrusting on my scrotum. He slowed
and I wrapped my loose ball sac skin around his cock head. He kissed me
softly. I was getting erect again. We made our final pelvic thrusts and
he shot buckets of warm semen all over my nuts. My reinvigorated cock
pulsed in time with his orgasm.

Eddie's breathing slowed and he lowered himself onto me, his hot breath
caressing my neck. I grabbed my dick and started jerking, Two minutes
later I shot again, this time I had a little bit of control and was able
to delay my orgasm, I was a fast learner. When I came for the second time
it shot on his thigh. He got up cleaned himself off, got dressed and
left.

I didn't think of Eddie as my boyfriend, just a guy I fooled around
with. It was purely sex. He didn't talk to me in school or call me.
Shortly after I turned 14 he asked me over to his house one afternoon.
We'd been together 4 or 5 times already. This time he wanted something
different. We kissed and rubbed each other's naked bodies. Our hard
dicks pressed together. He was growing a small patch of hair on his
chest, in the valley between his nipples. He sucked my cock, but then I
got creative. I humped his chest, rubbing my dick through his newly grown
chest hair. My clear juice lubricating his warm skin and silky dark
hairs. In no time I fired; three full spurts. I caught my breath and he
rolled me over, pushed my legs up and smeared my ass and his dick with
Vaseline. I was hesitant, but willing. He pushed into me. It hurt like
hell and I kicked him off. Then, he slowly rubbed his throbbing crown
around my butthole. It relaxed and opened. He entered me ever so slowly,
centimeters at a time.

He mesmerized me by softly whispering; "Relax, relax, relax.." over and
over again. Once I'd opened up he started to slowly thrust in and out.
Within minutes we were bucking like broncos.

"Oh Fuck" he cried.

I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. Then, he hit my prostate
and my shriveled cock engorged on its own. Each thrust was magic. Waves
of pleasure hit me over and over. I moved my hand to my dick and started
jacking. Within 30 seconds I exploded a small forceful come shot into my
navel. It hung in my newly grown belly hairs and slowly dribbled down my
side.

Eddie had his full weight on me. He was barely moving, just thrusting in,
not withdrawing. Trying to get deeper and deeper. Then I felt him sperm.
I felt warmth in me. I felt a new slipperiness.

We lay there panting for 10 minutes. Then he kissed me deep and soulfully
and told me to get dressed. When I got home my underpants had a big wet
spot in back.

Two weeks later Eddie stopped me after school and told me he was moving
in 3 weeks, after the school year was over. He told me he'd keep in
touch, but he never did. He was the best fuck I had for 10 years, until I
met Geraldo, a Dominican Baseball Player on a Triple A team. But that's
a different story.

I never saw Eddie again, but I think about him often.