Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2010 17:32:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Pierre Guillotine <guillotineboulevard@ymail.com>
Subject: Fond Memories 4

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Dear reader,

This is a genuine narrative of something that happened when I was just a
kid. It hasn't been altered in any way and it contains details that make it
very special for me. It may seem a bit odd, but life sometimes makes less
sense than fiction. I hope that you give this little story a chance, as I
believe that most people can relate to such early experiences. And in case
you wish to tell me about your own, you can do it over email.


"Fond Memories 4"


The following events take place after M. and I started our naughty
experimentation. When we weren't indulging in our secret erotic games, we
would go outside and play with the other boys, nicely and well behaved.
B. was one of our most frequent partners. He lived in the adjacent
apartment building. He was my age.

He seemed to be a regular boy but his household was a little unusual: his
parents were de facto separated while still legally married and living
under the same roof. They used to sleep in separated bedrooms and had
romantic relationships of their own, which they never brought home. Because
of this, B. was home alone most of the time.

We used to play with B. outdoors exclusively, until he invited M. and I to
play with his recently acquired video game console. He was the first of us
to get one. To play video games away from any adult's eyes seemed like a
great way to spend the afternoon. Not that we had any naughty plans that
required adults' absence - at least I didn't - but when you're a kid and
get reprimanded every other time, it lifts a weight off your shoulders to
be away from parental reproach.

Prior to that occasion, I had only been to B.'s house once, for his
birthday party, so I had no idea what to expect. And it was certainly a
huge surprise.

B. used to turn into a completely different person when he was home and his
parents were away.

For one thing, he was an exhibitionist. We realized that when we first went
there to play video games and he opened the door and greeted us while
wearing absolutely nothing.

Another peculiarity was the fact that he was incredibly horny all the
time. His permanent erection made it clear enough, but also his behaviour.
He was constantly trying to hug and kiss us, to rub his naked body against
us, to grope us, hump, sit on our laps and eventually he even got on all
fours in front of us, shaking his ass in your direction.

Now you're probably wondering that M. and I would be pretty eager to take
advantage of the situation (or to let B. take advantage of us) but it was
quite the opposite. Even though we had never discussed it, both of us knew
- and we were in tacit agreement - that if the secrecy of our special games
were jeopardized, we would be in serious trouble with our parents. So that
was the first reason that made us wary about this situation. The other
reason was the sudden way in which B. was trying to approach us. If you
remember the previous part of my Fond Memories, you probably remember how
things went with M.: we would carefully test each other's willingness and
slowly take it one step further. We were likeminded in the sense that we
both liked things to progress comfortably.

Whenever B. tried to "attack" us, we would push him away or punch him
lightly on the arm. His enthusiasm didn't seem to diminish, though.

Just when we thought he had settled down and we were going to be able to
keep playing video games without interruptions, suddenly B. jumped on top
of M. and covered him with a fierce and lustful stream of kisses. He began
kissing M.'s lips, whose reaction was to cover them with his hand. Then
B. would move on to M.'s cheeks, which he would try to cover as well. Then
forehead, ear lobes, chin, neck, chest... B. was landing most of his kisses
because M. couldn't possibly cover all of those body parts with his two
hands only. When he realized that, he tried to use his hands to push
B. away. Being one year younger and significantly weaker, M.'s efforts were
in vain.

Eventually, he managed to escape by squeezing himself between the sofa and
B.'s naked body. Being assaulted like that made him really snappish and
defensive and shortly after he decided to leave.

Now that it was just the two of us, B. was aware that I could put up a
bigger fight than M., so he changed his approach: Instead of being too
eager, he just tried to make small moves when I was distracted, like
kissing my cheek or quickly groping my genitals. He soon realized that it
wouldn't be necessary. With no witnesses, I was willing to surrender to his
advances. I faked some resistance at first but before I knew I was lying on
the sofa and he was all over me, kissing and fondling every inch of my
body. I remained passive for a while, just enjoying all the attention, but
then I decided to interact. He was about to find out that I was skilled
with my hands. Thanks to my dear friend M. and the many hours he would let
me play with his penis, I was becoming quite good at making boys happy.

I'm positive that I was the first to give B. a handjob. Not only because we
generally assume that 7 to 8 years old boys don't have a lot previous of
sexual experience, but also because of the way he reacted to it. He was
very enthusiastic about it, just like someone who discovers a new
sensation, and he wanted me to do it all the time. I was naturally glad to
oblige and as such I became a frequent visitor.

But our encounters weren't limited to his "kissing attacks" and my
handjobs. Because of his "take charge" personality, I was able to add a few
numbers to my repertoire.

His apartment was on the 1st floor and it had a small backyard. His father
had just had a small round pool built there. It looked more like a deeper
jacuzzi, but without massage jets. The water level was more or less belly
high for us kids. It was one of his very first invitations when he let me
know about his pool over the phone. We had been previously too busy in the
living room to tour the house. Knowing that we were going to swim a little
(as if), I wore my blue speedo instead of briefs under my shorts. B. had
obviously no reason to wear a speedo or swimming trunks. As soon as we got
in the water, he asked me to get naked. I refused initially, but the boy in
charge wouldn't take no for an answer. He simply waited until I turned my
back on him and pulled down my speedo. It was as if he knew I had a
penchant for exposing my butt. In a couple of seconds I was giving my first
"rearview handjob" (roughly translated). That's what I like to call one of
my favourite ways of starting a handjob: standing in front of him, his
hands caressing my buttocks and my arm stretched back to stroke his dick,
looking over my shoulder once in a while. It gets uncomfortable pretty
fast, but it's very sexy, and it's a nice way to get things started.

With all the excitement I was experiencing, my last shred of inhibition was
gone, and with my stroking hand I pulled him a lot closer, touching his
penis with my ass. He put it in between my cheeks, without penetrating my
anus, just neatly placing it there and then thrusting up and down. I've
seen English speaking people refer to it as "hot-dogging". As much as it's
a weird term, it's very descriptive and appropriate, because what we were
doing was exactly to put one boy's wiener inside the other boy's buns.

He wasn't exactly "inside" me, because his penis wasn't into my little
hole, but the psychological sensation was very close to it and the first
time I felt it, something just "clicked" and I realized that I loved it. I
liked to think "he's inside me", although I'd only literally fulfill it (or
be fulfilled) with another partner, at another opportunity.

"Hot-dogging" quickly became our favourite game, and soon we were trying a
few variations. Like doing it out of the pool for starters. I wanted him to
have a clear view of my butt, which wasn't possible in the water. That's
when I learned my teasing potential too. For example, whenever I wanted to
play I'd just let my pants drop and wait for him to fit his dick behind me,
but if I thought it was enough, I'd just cover myself and walk away from
him. Only to flaunt my rear-end again if I felt in the mood for more.

We also liked doing it lapdance style. He would sit on the sofa, then I'd
sit on his lap and grind against his crotch. This used to happen right
after giving him a handjob while we were sitting side by side. And finally
doing it on the bed, where I would lie belly down and he would lie on top
of me.

With all the time I was spending at B.'s, my opportunities to play with
M. were getting scarce. On the bright side, he loved my new tricks. He was
still uncomfortable around B., for his abrupt approach and his kissing
habit (specially the kissing, which M. couldn't stand), so the few attempts
we made to play all together were fruitless. I was torn between the two
boys! Not that I'd have to choose one and forfeit the other, no, it's not
romantic relationships we're talking about. Still, I couldn't be at two
places at the same time.

Most of the time I favoured B., and with good reasons: First because
B. used to reciprocate a lot. Whenever I was giving him a handjob, he would
kiss me, fondle my butt (when it was my special rearview handjob) and
eventually even fondle and stroke my penis. M. on the other hand was very
passive. Another reason was the safety and comfort of playing our naughty
games in B.'s empty home as opposed to sneaking around corners to play with
M. Last, but not least, B. was older than M. and had a bigger penis.

But I missed M. when his family had to move from our neighbourhood. I was
now almost 9 years old. B. and I kept playing together until I was 10 or
almost. I can't remember what made us stop after that. Neither of us moved
and we didn't fight. Maybe it just ran its course? Nevertheless, playing
with B. was a great pleasure, and the things I learned with him would be
enjoyed greatly by my next partners. My very next one, though,was two years
older than me and had a lot more to teach...