Date: Tue, 17 Sep 2013 18:45:21 +0100
From: Billy Bunter <bbunter95@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Every One Was A Steven

Warning: this story contains sexual content, and contact between young
boys.  If the subject matter offends you, is not to your tastes, or if you
are under legal age for your area, then find something else to read. In the
following story all names are completely fictional.  The story, however, is
biographical. I think my favourite name is Steven.  Maybe these
recollections will explain why.

Steven Wilson

The two boys ran across the meadow towards the copse with that awkward
bouncy lope that one automatically seems to take on when running through
long grass.  The older of the two ran just a pace or two ahead,
occasionally looking over his shoulder to make sure his friend was still
there; still keeping up.  Just turned 11, Chris was slightly on the skinny
side of athletic, tight muscled but not yet showing the developing
musculature that would signify the onset of puberty.  A trickle of sweat
ran down his temple, from his short cropped brown hair, and ran into the
corner of his blue eyes, stinging slightly but not enough to cause him to
slow his pace to wipe it away.  His evenly tanned body heaved below the
dark blue, round necked tee shirt he normally wore ticked into his white
cotton short, but which now flapped at the bottom, freed by the exertion of
ascending the moderate slope up to the wood. As he reached the fringe where
the first shrubs encroached into the golden brown tinged meadow grass,
Chris threw himself to the ground, immediately tugging at the black
plimsolls that covered his bare feet to remove the small pebbles or grain
that had lodged themselves in there.  His breath came in short gasps, but
gave itself up to a sweet high pitch giggle as Stevie flopped to the ground
beside him.

Yet to celebrate his 10th birthday, Stevie was a little over a year younger
than Chris. Despite this, he was barely an inch shorter but more solid and
sinewy than the older boy.  His dark blonde hair, which was long and well
overdue for a trim hung onto broad shoulders, on which were almost draped a
loosely buttoned, cheese cloth shirt.  The shirt rode high on Stevie's
abdomen, revealing a darkly tanned and well defined stomach.  His cut-off
blue jeans, gaping at the front where the zipper had failed, allowed
frequent glimpses of his red underwear; a wide band of which was also
sitting well clear of the waistband of his jeans at the back.  Stevie's
white plimsolls were stained and worn, the rubber toe cap on the left hand
shoe peeling away from the fabric instep.

The boys lay back, their hands cupping the nape of their necks, panting and
giggling in youthful myrth. Stevie rolled onto his side towards Chris and
their eyes met.  The giggling stopped and was replaced by a rapidly
intensifying silence. In a flash, Stevie had thrown a leg over Chris' body
and was astride him.  Chris' hands grasped Stevie's, a wild wind milling of
arms as Stevie tried to pin the older boy, who struggled without real
enthusiasm. Stevie's butt pressed hard into Chris' groin and wriggled as he
felt a hint of his friends already hardening sex.  His felt his own penis
pressing the front of his briefs and slowed his attempts to pin Chris.
Their eyes met again and an unspoken desire passed between them.  Despite
Stevie's reduced attempts to pin him, Chris weakened his resistance and
their faces came closer and closer together as more and more of their
bodies came together.  A brief pause, their breath coming in gasps and
then, their lips touched.  Not a frenetic, moist, passionate blending but a
dry pressing of closed lips, slightly pouting.  Stevie rolled off Chris and
they sat in a sort of embarrassed but eager silence.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Chris asked.

"Yes" replied Stevie, "I'm sure."

"Okay, follow me."

Chris' voice was almost gravelly as he fought the lust he was feeling for
the first time. He jumped up and then turned to hold out a hand to help
Stevie to his feet. Even this simple act and touch was now starting to take
on a significance of its own.  Stevie's still hard dick was pressing at his
red underwear, pressing it through the broken fly.  Chris noticed. He
turned and bolted between two bushed and into the copse, racing towards the
centre where he knew the folly stood.  Overgrown and almost hidden with
ivy, it was the place they had chosen to forge the secret that would bond
them for many years to come.

Inside, the folly was dark after the brightness of the late summer sun
outside.  The boys now stood facing one another; their eyes locked
together, each reflecting the anticipation and the doubt visible in the
other's gaze.

"What do we do Chris?"

"I don't know.  I want to see you naked.  Not just see your thing, but
really naked all over.  Can I make you naked?"

The younger boy simply nodded.  Chris moved forward and started to undo the
buttons on Stevie's shirt, but his fingers felt numb and clumsy.  Stevie
took a step back and pulled the loose fitting cotton over his head and
tossed it aside casually.  Despite the dim light in the folly, Chris could
clearly see the small nipples, a small bead of sweat trickling between
them.  He followed the bead as it ran down to Stevie's belly button and
then seemed to disappear.  His gaze continues down to the boy's jeans and
the gaping fly that had been torturing him the whole day. He took a step
towards Stevie and reached out his hand.  The outside brushed against the
soft material of Stevie's underpants and the rough edge of the zip.  A gasp
hissed from Stevie's lips, which were now parted in a sensual and lustful
grin, and a shudder shook him. Chris unsnapped the popper fastening at the
waistband of the jeans and, freed of their final restraint, the fell to
Stevie's knees.  Clumsily Stevie tried to step out of them but started to
lose his balance.  Chris reached out to catch him and his arms wrapped
themselves around the younger boy's naked upper body.  They both now gasped
together and remained motionless, each savouring the softness of the
other's skin on their own. Stevie thrashed a kick and his jeans flew to the
wall. Now standing before him in only his red Y front briefs, Chris could
not help but run his fingers over his friend's chest and tummy.  Stevie
scrunched his nose as the gentle caresses tickled and sent ripples through
him that all seemed to end at his dick, which was now bursting to get clear
of the restraining material of his briefs.  Chris did not keep it waiting
long.  Sinking to his knees, he grasped the waistband and tugged them to
the ground in a single movement.  His eyes locked onto Stevie's erect
cockle, his face so close now, Stevie felt his breath on it. 3 inches of
boyhood, capped with a small foreskin, pointed straight out from the boy's
hairless groin.  Under his dick, Stevie's small balls were being held tight
to his body in a dark pink wrinkled sack.  Chris had seen Stevie's cock
before, but not this close and not this hard.

Chris reached out a finger and touched the slight knotting of Stevie's
foreskin, depressing it slightly.  The small 3 inch cock bounced slightly
and returned to its original horizontal position. Chris touched again,
tracing a nervous line down the side.  His whole body was trembling, a
combination of nervous energy, anticipation and pure - lust. His fingers
wrapped themselves around the narrow shaft and for the first time, he felt
the warm soft hardness of another boy's penis.  He looked up, expecting to
see Stevie's eyes looking back down at him.  Instead, he saw the blonde
hair hanging free of his back as his head hung backwards, his mouth agape,
as the gentle touch of his friend sent wave after wave of electricity
coursing through his young body.  Chris looked back down at his new
favourite toy nestling in his curled fingers and eased them further towards
the base.  The foreskin started to open slowly, revealing a small darker
crater.  Then, though why he would never be able to explain, Chris' tongue
snaked out and poked at crater, seeking out the small hole from which he
knew Stevie peed. He heard a sign from above him and moved still further
onto the warmth tantalising his tongue.  In an instant 3 things happened.
Stevie arched his back thrusting his hips forward to meet Chris' opening
mouth.  Chris slid his mouth completely over the shaft sucking the flesh
into his mouth.  Stevie's foreskin popped open, allowing the tender head to
slide free, extracting a huge shudder from deep in his core. Stevie's cock
tasted like nothing Chris had ever experienced before.  He had no idea how
to describe it, but he knew he wanted more.  His mouth, having been getting
drier and drier, suddenly was filling with spittle, which coated the cock
in his mouth and started to dribble from the sides of his mouth.  Releasing
the grip on the boy's shaft with his fingers, his hands reached round
Stevie's hips and grasped his butt, which was already being clenched tight.
Whether he pull Stevie deeper into his mouth or whether Stevie thrust his
sex at the older lad's tonsils, neither cared.  Chris' tongue slid along
the surface of Stevie's dick. His lips tightened on the shaft and the
muscles of his mouth sucked at it, harder and harder, as if draining the
last strand of spaghetti from his dish.  Stevie grabbed Chris' head and
without a word they started to pump. Chris' warm, wet mouth felt utterly
amazing to Stevie.  His tongue, slightly rougher than the soft cheek flesh
worked feverishly on the head and length of the pistoning cock and, hard as
he sucked, drool soaked the balls and loin of the younger boy as their
flesh slapped together again and again and again.  No more nerves, no more
anticipation, no more fear.  Raw excitement and lust clouded their vision
and they grunted and whined and writhed in a primeval and almost animal
dance.  A warm tingling started to grow in Stevie's loins. It intensified
and expanded, causing every muscle to tighten and strain. His thrusts
became faster, wilder and less rhythmic.  Chris sensed the change, his eyes
widening in a question that he cared not what the answer might be.  His
grip on Stevie's butt pulsed, tightening and relaxing as he pulled the
cheeks apart, his fingers inching toward the dark, hot opening.  Grasping,
squeezing, and kneading at the now tight globes.  Stevie's eyes clamped
tight shut, his head thrown back as far as it could go and light flashed in
his head like lightening striking over and over again.  His breath no
longer came in pants or gasps but in a long exhalation, a high pitched moan
trailing away to a whisper. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through him,
more intense than anything he had every experience before.  The white
flashes thundering in his head turned red, and his legs gave up on him
altogether as he slumped to the ground.  Chris had felt the penis thrusting
wildly in his mouth start to pulse, like his heart had jumped from his
chest to join the oral cacophony.  The hands gripping his head had tugged
at his hair, which normally would have brought a yelp of pain from him, but
in the throes of passion, simply added to the intensity of his own
sensations.  Amidst all of this, Stevie's legs seemed to buckle and his
penis was pulled from his urgent lips.

Now, he was bent over his friend.  Stevie's breath came in short and
irregular gasps.  His face was bright red and his eyes were tight shut.  He
looked down the boy's body and saw his penis was already starting to
soften, the foreskin beginning to recover the bright purple head.  Stevie's
eyes flicked open and their eyes met.  He saw the concern that covered his
friend's face, fade into relief.  Chris reached an arm around his back and
helped him to his knees.  Now both kneeling, facing one another, Stevie
started to giggle, "WOW!  That was ?. Amazing!"



Steven number one ?. This was not the end of our voyage of discovery