Date: Wed, 11 Feb 2009 14:20:29 EST
From: HJ
Subject: Early Beginnings 2

As I stated at the end of my first story, at the age of 8 Perry moved out
of town with his family. I was devastated. His was the only (real?) love I
had ever known. Yes, I know now that he was molesting me.

One day an older boy approached me while I was riding my bike home from
school. His name was Tom and he introduced himself as a friend of Perry's.
I told him that I remembered who he was. He delivered our papers. He asked
if I was the boy with the racing pigeons and I said I was and he asked if
he could see them sometime.

I was always weary of older boys as some could be bullies; however Tom
seemed safe enough, as he knew my mom and she seemed to like him.

That afternoon Tom came by the house and I took him out to the loft to show
him my pigeons. He appeared fascinated with them and I was very proud to
show them off. Tom asked if I would show him how to build a pigeon loft and
I agreed. He also invited me back to his house to see his tree house. As it
was approaching 6 pm, I told him it would have to be another time and we
agreed to meet at his house tomorrow after school.

When I arrived at his house the next day, no one was home, so I parked my
bike on Tom's front lawn and waited. My elementary school was only a few
blocks away, however Toms school was 8 more blocks past my school.

I remember being a bit excited that an older boy was actually showing
interest in me again, even if it was because of my birds. I thought about
when he came into our house to collect for his paper route. He was tall and
had a beautiful head of red hair and he would smile and say hello and my
face would turn red and I would look away. I always assumed he pretended to
like me because it was business and my mom was his customer.

After about ten minutes, Tom arrived on his bike. He was smiling and seemed
glad to see me. After the usual boyhood formalities, he invited me in his
house for a soda and I followed him inside.

We grabbed a couple of pops from his parent's fridge and took them outside
to see his tree house. The tree house was indeed a site to behold. It was
built up into a large walnut tree and was obviously built by an adult with
a great deal of planning and detail.

I followed Tom up into the tree house and we sat on it's outside decking
and drank our sodas.

"So, Tom asked, are you the Charlie, the kid who Perry sat for when your
parents are out?"

"Yes, Perry sat for me, but we were also best friends."

"Yes, I know, Perry told me. He also told me that you had a very special
friendship and you did him favors."

I was too shocked to answerer. Had Perry betrayed our secret?

"It's OK, Charlie, Perry and I were best friends, he told me to look after
you when he moved. He said you are a very special guy. I can be your best
older friend if you want me to be? I can protect you from the bigger kids,
would you like that?"

I was too surprised to answer and just nodded yes.

Tom asked if I would like to see the inside of the tree house and I
followed him into a little room.

Inside the little house there were two benches on either side of an old
card table. Tom motioned for me to sit down on the nearest bench and he in
turn sat down beside me. I was afraid and shaking, what had I got myself
into? Tom just smiled and said not to worry, he would never do anything to
hurt me or Perry would come back and beat the shit out of him if he did. He
put his arm around my slender form and gave me a reassuring pat on the back
and pulled me into him for a deep hug. At that point, I just lost it. The
tears began flowing and I wrapped my little arms around Tom and squeezed
him with all my might for several minutes. After finally composing myself,
Tom asked if I was Ok and I told him I was, I just missed Perry so much and
never thought I would ever find another boy who liked me like Perry did.

Tom looked at me very seriously. He told me that at first he used his
supposed interest in my birds to get me up into his tree house so he could
have sex with me, but now he wasn't so sure what he was going to do
anymore. It was getting complicated.

"I'll do the thing to you I used to do for Perry, I said. I'll do it
anytime you want me to. Now if you want." I said.

I reached for the zipper on Tom's genes with my little fingers and undid
his fly, I could see that his dick was already hard. He had a beautiful cut
dick, much the same as Perry's, except for the fantastic red pubes. As he
lay still on the bench, I pulled down his pants and underwear. I teased the
head of his cock with my toung before surrounding it with my little mouth
and soon began sucking in earnest. But something was missing. When I pulled
my mouth off his cock, Tom asked why I stopped. I looked into his eyes and
said.....

"I'm yours, but you have to do a few things for me. Hold my head, call me
your beautiful boy and kiss and hug me after you cum. You also got to leave
it in my mouth till it goes soft like Perry used to do.

"That's all?"

"That's all, and let me call you Tommy."

I realize now that this was probably the most assertive thing I had ever
done in my young life. If I was going to suck his dick, he needed to give
me what I wanted.

Tommy agreed and I finished giving him the first of many great bow jobs of
his young life.

Tommy never attempted to return the favor of sucking my dick, but I did not
care. I was too young to cum anyway. After we had sex he always held and
kissed me and even protected me a few times from bullies. I had love in my
life again and someone to show affection to.

Tommy became my new sitter and I would get up extra early every morning and
help him fold his newspapers for his paper route without him ever asking me
to.

My mom even called him my new big brother.

I had three more happy years.

To be continued

Any comments to _Chiconian1@aol.com_ (mailto:Chiconian1@aol.com)

I am curious if there are others who may have shared my experiences at such
an early age and how they reacted.