Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 17:35:35 +0800
From: Colin Cleary
Subject: THE JASON CARTER STORY - 2

The stories included in this anthology are fiction, you might even say
fantasy, and have been written to amuse, intrigue, entertain, divert and
delight.  They contain scenes of graphic inter-generational sex; if these
are not to your taste, or if they are outlawed in your city, state,
providence, or country, read no further, but simply go elsewhere for your
entertainment.

All characters who appear in the stories are fictional, and any
similarities between them and the genuine living or dead are coincidental
and unintentional. The only exception is Aaron Carter about whose sexuality
the stories make no reference whatsoever; he does seem a nice kid and I
appreciate his bubblegum rap, but that's it.

Above all, if you have not yet reached the age of consent, read no further;
it is not the intention of the site nor the writer to fill your head with
dreams and desires which as yet may be only vague and inchoate. There's
lots of fun to be had on the Net; go and find what is appropriate for you.

To everyone else who takes some pleasure from this tale, may you and yours
live long and prosper.



2 - NOT PUPPY LOVE


I love boys, always have, always will, I hope.

Now, if I was over 18, a statement like that would get me into serious
trouble. But I'm not over 18, I'm 16, so that means I'm still a boy. Right?
Or is it? I think of myself as a young man, and I've been loving boys ever
since I got into sex. So, maybe what I've been doing was all right when I
was twelve, or thirteen, or fourteen, even fifteen. But now I'm sixteen,
what am I meant to think of myself?

Does this mean I'm going to be a DOM, a dirty old man, who wears a mac and
chases young boys? Or will I graduate to older boys, to young men, to men,
to older men, to old men? How the fuck should I know! And when I'm talking
about boys, I'm not talking about kids; honest, I've no interest in
kids. I've got three younger brothers, 11, 9 and 7, myself, and my sister
Eileen, 13, (my mother and father like to plan things). The thought of
getting it on with them, while it doesn't horrify me, doesn't tempt me. Or
is that because we're kith and kin? I don't know. It's all too complicated
for me. Let's go back to where it all started - Can anyone ever do that? -
and see how things worked out the way they did.

My first real boyfriend's name was Eric. It's a bit strange writing that:
boyfriend, I mean. Even to me, it sounds a bit weird: I'm a boy and yet
I've a boyfriend. It goes against the grain, doesn't it? Or at least it
goes against the brain-washing every boy has to endure: 'big boys don't
cry' and boys don't have boyfriends.

Maybe it's hard to call him a boyfriend because it was puppy love. I knew
Eric in junior school. He was tall for his age with collar-length black
hair. He was tall and I was the shortest guy in the school. I guess it's
all relative but he did look cute anyway. By no means the best-looking boy
in the school but there sure as hell were a lot worse, including me, if I'm
being strictly honest. I wasn't a dwarf or a gargoyle or anything like
that, and I always had a big dick for my age, so life does have its
compensations, I guess.

Towards the end of the school year I met Eric. My teacher had asked me to
clean out the book room and sort the books by title and place them neatly
on their proper shelves. I was the kind of person who would do anything to
get out of class so I spent all morning sorting books. After a while it got
pretty boring. I asked teacher if one of my friends could help me. It
wasn't that I couldn't do it myself, I wanted someone to shoot the breeze
with.

My teacher, because there was only a few days of school left, didn't much
care what was going on and said sure. I got my friend. He brought along
Eric and introduced him as a friend. I'd noticed Eric a couple of times,
especially in gym. He was, as teachers say, athletically-gifted, and looked
as if he was a born swimmer. Even at 11, Eric had broad shoulders, tiny
waist, neat little bum, long legs and big feet. He had that smooth, shiny,
satiny skin that serious swimmers seem to have, always looking as if he'd
stepped out from under a shower. Anyway, where was I?

We were so busy sorting books and talking that the afternoon went by real
fast. By the end of the day, we had all the books sorted and in their
places. Naturally I didn't tell my teacher because I wanted to milk this
job for all it was worth. I told sir we had more work to do but we should
be able to get it done in a day or two. We left some books in a messy piles
so we could show him we were not yet done.

We started early next morning and worked hard at doing absolutely
nothing. We sat on our asses talking. My friend, David, lit up a cigarette,
which at that age was a mortal sin, especially in school, but closed in the
book room we didn't care. David drew on the cigarette and the room filled
with smoke. Cigarette smoke always seems to give me headaches so I lay down
on the floor to relax. Eric said 'cool' and lay down on the floor, too, but
unfortunately not near me. David said, "I'm in with the in-crowd," got up,
turned off the light and lay down on the floor.

As my eyes adjusted to what little light was coming under the door, I
noticed David had lain down beside Eric. They had their arms around each
other and were busy necking hard! Holy fucking Batman! My friend David was
lying on the floor, arms and legs wrapped round Eric while they kissed,
tongued and frenched like my sister Eileen and one of her boyfriends at a
school disco. This wasn't real, this couldn't be happening, this was Major
League Naughty. So was the erection in my pants that sprang up as I
listened to the smooching and slobbering only feet from where I lay.

After a few minutes, I saw David's hand slip down inside Eric's shirt. This
was too much. I was testing the stitching on my pants zipper. I couldn't
believe they were doing this. I wanted to run over there and stick my hand
down Eric's shirt, too. But of course, I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be
right to bother them so I lay there nursing my throbbing hard-on.

They finally got up and turned on the lights. David and Eric recomposed
themselves as if nothing untoward had taken place. We talked for a while,
sorted the rest of the books, then left the book room for our respective
classrooms. Next day was the last day of school and we weren't allowed to
work in the bookroom, which disappointed me no end.

David and Eric were going out for pizza after school and asked me to come
along. Sure. I met David and Eric after school and we strolled to a pizza
parlour not too far away. David's mother drove by and stopped when she saw
him. She called him over and asked to see his report card. It was crap! She
started screaming, bundled him into the car and gunned away.

Eric and I decided we would go for pizza and phone David later. We sat and
munched our pizzas and talked about anything that came to our minds. Over
the course of the next hour and a half we became friends. I invited Eric to
my house to go swimming. I didn't expect it but he accepted my invitation
right away. From that point on, while walking to his house to get his
bathing suit and then to my house, I was on cloud nine.

Let me make something absolutely clear. At this stage, I wasn't thinking
about sex with Eric, well, not that much, probably because Major League sex
with anybody wasn't something I'd thought about. Of course, I'd lain in my
bed lots of times, played with my prick and thought about doing things to
some of the prettier foxes in the local girls' school, but I knew that was
fantasy, and anyway, it never turned me on. Now and again, thoughts of
boys, especially boys in the changing rooms, had crept into a corner of my
mind, but I'd dismissed them outright as temptations from the Devil (who
was big in our home).

The walk to my house took forever. I couldn't wait to see Eric in his
bathing suit. We talked along the way, and I started to like him. He was
open, frank and fun, with opinions on about everything and everyone. It was
a liberating experience.I got up the nerve to hold his elbow as I guided
him towards our house. Boy, was that a great accomplishment for me. I've
always found it difficult to make physical contact with people around
me. Then Eric put his arm around my neck as we strolled along in the late
afternoon sunshine. I could have burst with pride; putting your arm round
another boy's neck in public was a real sigh of friendship!

We reached my house and we went inside so I could show him around. We found
my mother working in the kitchen. I introduced Eric to her. He was polite
and answered mom's questions about his family with a self-confidence I
admired but couldn't emulate. Mom liked him! I finished showing Eric around
the house, then took him downstairs to the basement pool. I showed him the
side room where he could get changed while I slipped upstairs to change
into my bathing suit.

Dad built our basement pool. It runs the length of the house and is about
ten feet wide. The shallow end is about 3 feet deep, the far end is 8 feet
deep. We're all taught to swim before we can walk, literally, in our house,
but the rule stays the same: you can't go swimming on your own.

I changed in my bedroom and flew downstairs. Eric emerged wearing a super
bright, blood-red, pair of Speedos which made him look beautiful. It
accented his long black hair and the copper-coloured tan of his skin. For
the first time I noticed he had a set of nipples on him few boys in junior
school had. In actuality, they weren't that big but they sure looked good
enough to.... I think Eric noticed I was staring at his chest. He smiled
and looked down his body; I blushed and looked away. I heard a splash and
looked up to see Eric disappearing into the blue-green water of the deep
end.

I put my eyes back in my head and dived in after him. We swam and splashed
around for about an hour. The pool has a slide and we had lots of fun going
down the slide together, Eric sitting between my legs. He had to be aware
of my hard-on because it was sticking right in his crack! He gave no
indication anything was up. We horsed around in the pool till we were
water-logged. Eric said he was getting out so he could dry off. I followed
him.

We towelled ourselves, then Eric stepped towards me. I'd no idea what he
was doing but it didn't take long to find out. He pulled me to him and gave
me a wet kiss smack on the lips. WOW! He grinned at me. I noticed him
looking down at my bathing suit. I'd the hard-on of a lifetime. He let out
a giggle and said, "Me, too."

Before I could clear my throat to say anything, he slowly lowered his
swimming trunks and showed me a hard-on as stiff and hungry as my own!
Nearly as big, too, I must confess. I think I was drooling on my chest but
I didn't notice. My eyes were glued to his prick and balls; as I watched he
took his prick in his hand and began to pump it right in front of me. Like
me, he was uncircumcised so I'd the thrill of seeing the hothead of his
cock popping in and out of its fleshy covering.

I was having trouble breathing. I couldn't believe this was happening. Eric
stood there with an ear to ear smile, blinding me with his pearly white
teeth.

"Well?" he said.

"Well what?"

"Don't you want to feel me?"

"Can I?"

"Go for it."

I tried to raise my hands but I was still so stunned they wouldn't
budge. They tingled all over.

Realizing my problem, Eric took my hand up to his mouth and kissed it, then
placed it right on his cock. For the first time in my life, I knew what it
was to feel another boy's cock. Outstanding! It was sticking to the palm of
my hand and getting larger. I was a little spastic with my actions. I
wasn't doing much with my hand but fumbling around.

"Here, let me show you what to do."

He pushed my hand away and grabbed his cock with his own hand and started
squeezing and massaging it. He looked like he was enjoying it. Then he
started playing with his balls, rolling them between his thumb and index
finger. They, too, seemed to get even bigger. "Now why don't you try?"

I slide my hand around his cock and started squeezing and pumping. It was
fabulous. I couldn't believe Eric was letting me do it. I stood there
playing with his balls, too, doing what he did, rolling them between my
fingers. He loved it. He let out what sounded like a little moan. I was in
heaven.

"Let's try something different," Eric said. "Step a little closer." I did
as he asked. He grabbed on to my suit and yanked it to my knees. My cock
bounced up, as hard as his. "Wow, that's a nice one," Eric said. "Your cock
is bigger than mine," he added, leaning against me so our cocks pressed
together from root to tip. I was maybe half an inch longer than Eric. He
started stroking me. What a feeling. I could feel myself cuming. I knew it
wouldn't take long because he had me so worked up.

"I want you to cum on my cock," he whispered.

"No problem," I gasped as he jerked my cock down and pointed it at his
groin. I shot my load all over him. I felt my knees begin to give way. I
could barely hold myself up. He began rubbing my sperm into his cock and
balls. It should have been weird; instead, it was incredibly erotic.

"Watch me shoot my load," he said. I wasn't going to argue. I sat down on
the edge of the pool in front of him watching him go at it. He started
jerking faster and faster. After a minute or two he let out a moan or a
groan, or whatever the hell it was, and started to jerk and shake
wildly. His jism shot up into the air, then came splattering down on his
feet! He threw his head back and shook it like a dog coming in out of the
rain.

"Boy, did that feel good. It's been a long time since I came like that. I
love playing with myself in front of guys. It turns me on."

"You can do it in front of me anytime," I said shyly.

"I think it's time for me to be off," he said.

I was disappointed because I was hard again but I knew he was right; it was
getting late.

"I am going to get changed. I'll be right back."

With that he turned and stepped into the sideroom. What an ass he had! I'd
seen some porno pictures; I knew what to do with as ass like that if I ever
got the chance.

A few minutes later Eric came out all dressed. Eric said he had to go home
for dinner, so I, being the gentleman I was, walked him home. I was in a
daze the whole time we were walking. I touched his hand surreptitiously and
he gave mine a squeeze.

We arrived at the front of his house and stopped at the door. He said he'd
had a wonderful time and hoped we could do it again in the near future. I
again became speechless. Eric shook my hand, said good-bye and disappeared
into his house. I ran home as fast as I could and headed straight for the
bathroom to jerk off. What a day it had been!

I didn't see Eric for several months. His father was in the Army and was
transferred a short time later. That sounds like bullshit but that's what
happened. My first romance came to an end as abruptly as it had started.

Time went on. My confidence was greatly boosted thanks to Eric. My sexual
education had started. Unfortunately, I did not get to put it into use or
expand on it for several months. All through junior school I never had what
you'd call a boyfriend. I belonged to a few clubs and there were some real
nice boys in some of my classes but none of them became my 'proper'
friend. I never had the nerve to ask any of them to our pool. I dreamed of
the things that could have happened if I'd had enough nerve to ask them
round. I was not good at handling rejection. I think that was my biggest
problem. I was afraid of being rejected. If I'd been less afraid, my sex
life might have been an awful lot better than it was.

After several months without a boyfriend, I found myself not caring that
much. I kept myself busy with school activities and I'd jerk off every
night to relieve my sexual frustration. This was never too big a problem
until the junior disco drew near. I'd always wanted to take a cool-looking
dude. I was not too thrilled with the idea of the disco itself, basically
because I don't like to dance. But it was my final junior disco and I'd
never forgive myself if chickened out.

In the event, I didn't have to chicken out, for two days before the disco,
Eric arrived back at school for the end of term, and it was like he'd never
been away.

Now I'm sure some of you reading my story are going: Hang on a minute. How
can boys be going to a disco with other boys? What bullshit is this? Well,
the fact was we were at an all boys' school and when I say disco, I mean
there was one and it was all-boys but we weren't meant to take it
seriously. I mean, it was only meant to be an excuse for a rave. But some
us did take it seriously, including me!

Dinner time rolled around and I ate quickly. I wanted to call Eric right
after dinner. Would that be too early? Would I bother him during dinner? I
started worrying about everything all over again. I was a hopeless case.  I
finally decided to call him not caring what time it was. I'd to talk to
him. I forced my fingers to dial the number. I stopped breathing while the
phone was ringing. My heart stopped when someone picked up the phone. I
wasn't sure if it was he so I asked if Eric was home.

"Yep, it's me".

Oh, Hi. Hope I'm not interrupting your dinner."

"No. I'd an early dinner. I am sitting in the bathtub right now,
relaxing. I'm on our new portable phone."

I felt a lump inside my throat. I started imagining him lying in the
bathtub with the water sloshing around his hard-on.

"I'm glad you accepted my invitation to the disco."

"Should be fun. Thanks for asking."

Eric sounded so sincere I couldn't believe he wasn't pulling my leg but I
put that completely out of my mind and concentrated on the image of Eric in
the tub. What if I were sitting on the edge, reaching over, pulling on his
erection? "Stop it!"

"I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house for some swimming
this weekend. Whenever it suits you."

There was a silence on the phone. Beads of sweat broke out under my
T-shirt.  I felt the prickles of rejection on the back of my neck.

"Well, I'm going busy this Saturday with my parents... but Sunday would be
great."

Yeh!

Would he like my dad to pick him up?

"About noon, if that's okay."

Yeh!

We said our good-byes. I didn't want to end the conversation but he said he
had to get out of the tub. I hung up the phone and spent the next five
minutes imagining Eric getting out of the tub. Why couldn't I metamorphose
into his bathtowel? This was going to be a great weekend, if I'd enough
nerve.

All night Friday and all day Saturday were spent fantasizing about all the
possible events of Sunday. Several times I stopped myself short (believe
me, it was hard!) of cumming, so I'd be primed for whatever might happen
with Eric.

Sunday morning rolled around and I got up real early thinking about the day
ahead. I couldn't wait. The morning dragged on like one of dad's
lectures. I'd never felt this much anticipation before. It was a strange
feeling. I wanted to go as far as I could with Eric but I didn't want to
push too hard. I didn't want him getting mad at me, especially before the
disco. I don't think I could have found anybody else on such short
notice. But I wanted to get his clothes off so badly, I ached all
over. From eleven o'clock to eleven-thirty I sat watching the clock.

I finally decided it was time to leave. I knew we could get to his house in
about fifteen minutes but I'd to get out of my house before I went
crazy. Dad and I got in the car and started driving and got there in about
fifteen minutes. It turned out Eric lived in one of the most expensive
neighbourhoods in the city; even Dad whistled when he saw their mansion.

The time had come. We pulled up and parked in front of his house. I got out
of the car and went up to the front door. I took a deep breath and rang the
doorbell. My heart stopped, stuttered and started again. I heard someone
coming to the door. It opened and there stood Eric. He was wearing an
Armani shirt and Gucci jeans; his trainers were brand new. He reeked of
class and money; I reeked of lust.

"I'm ready to go. I've got my swimming suit on underneath, if that's okay
with you," said Eric, closing the door behind him.

"Let's go then", I replied as nonchalantly as my stiffening prick would
permit me.

My luck was in. Mom and dad took off shopping; that meant they'd be gone
for at least two hours! We were alone in the house. I showed Eric to the
basement. He couldn't wait to jump in the pool. I told him I was going
upstairs to get changed. I'd be back in a minute. He should go ahead into
the pool without me.

I was upstairs and undressed in under two minutes. Then I sat on the bed
and willed my hard-on to subside a little before I pulled on my swimsuit -
blue with a white flash. I came back to find Eric splashing around and
playing with one of the floating toys. I immediately threw myself in and
swam a couple of laps to get warmed up. I stuck my head out of the water in
time to see Eric coming down the slide. He was wearing a bright yellow
suit. Not the skimpiest but and he looked delicious in it. His hair was
plastered back on his head. His skin glowed as if he was on fire from
within. I was on fire, too!

Eric swam around, laughed and had a grand old time. He swam over to me,
thanked me for inviting him over to swim, then pushed my head
underwater. War had been declared! Having been raised in the pool, I was
twice the swimmer Eric was and I made him pay for his presumption.

We wrestled in the water, bodies contorted round each other in ways not
even hinted at in the Kama Sutra! Have you ever noticed what you get away
with in the pool? At once point, Eric had his legs wrapped round my neck,
his groin pressed hard into my face. I felt his cock and balls rub
squashily against my face, and, as I pulled him underwater, I opened my
mouth and pressed my lips around his genitals.

When we surfaced, gasping for water, Eric shouted "My turn!", and pulled me
under again. This time, I grabbed from the rear, winding my body round him
so that my hard-on was pressed right into his crack. Fifteen minutes of
this was enough, and we lay on a water mattress by the side of the pool
fighting for breath like landed trout.

Eric said how great the pool was, and I told him he was welcome to come
over anytime. We made some small talk about the disco and laughed at the
silliness of the whole idea. I was glad Eric didn't seem to take life too
seriously. I did enough of that for both of us.

We swam around innocently for the remainder of the afternoon. We splashed
each other and played with the floats and other toys in the pool. I felt
like I was a little kid again. We were having a lot of fun. I was elated we
were getting along so well. However, all good things must come to an end,
or do they? Eric started complaining he was getting cold.

That's a sure sign it's time to get out. I got out, ran into the house,
grabbed some towels and ran back again. Eric was starting to climb up the
ladder. What a sweet body he had. Perfect for his suit. I held out the
towel and wrapped it around him nice and tight. I was about to let go when
he leaned right up against me with my arms still around him.

"That's better. I know I won't be cold now."

I stood there holding him in my arms not knowing what to do. "Why don't you
go inside and change into something dry? You'll feel a lot warmer."

"No, that's okay," he said. "I'll stay right where I am. I like it here."

We stood facing each other for several seconds. We were looking into each
other's eyes, not knowing what to say or what to do. I don't remember what
I was even thinking. Spontaneously, I leaned my head forward and gave him a
peck on the cheek. Eric smiled. I sighed in relief.

Eric dropped his towel, put him arms around me and gave me a kiss that will
take a long time to forget. I didn't know it then, but I know it now: most
boys don't kiss. At least, boys don't kiss when they're just fooling
around. A boy will suck your cock, let you suck his, even let fuck you or
let you fuck him, but kissing is the great taboo. Kissing means too much;
it means a serious commitment; and it always means you're gay. Our lips
were together for a long time. We were both enjoying every moment of it. We
finally broke ourselves apart and looked at each other contentedly. His
calming personality made me loosen up beyond my expectations. I felt
comfortable with Eric, and especially in his arms. Suddenly Eric broke away
from me.

Eric walked around to the deep end of the pool. I knew he'd something in
mind but I didn't know what. He moved right up to the edge of the pool, his
toes hanging over the end. Then he tucked his thumbs inside the waist band
of his costume and slowly pushed the suit down to his knees where he let go
and wiggled them down to his ankles. He stepped out with one leg and kicked
them behind him with the other.

Now he was standing in front of me with absolutely nothing on but a big
smile. He put his hands behind his head to accent his beautiful body. When
he felt I'd had enough of an eyeful he dived into the deep water. I
followed his lead by peeling off my swim suit and jumping in after him. We
swam straight toward each other.

When we got close, I reached out and put my arms around his waist and
pulled his body against mind. I never had a feeling like that one. There is
nothing else like two warm bodies rubbing against each other. I felt his
hard cock brushing against my erection.

We slowly moved toward the shallow end of the pool, our bodies
inseparable. His lips pressed up against mine. I reached down with my hands
and started fondling his hard-on. I did it the same way Eric had shown me
several months earlier. His four incher was solid in the warm water. Eric
put his hands between my legs and started fondling my cock and balls.

The feel of his hands on me made me go wild. I slid my hands round his
sides to his exquisite, tight little ass. It was firm and well-shaped. I
was squeezing and running my fingers up and down his crack. He seemed to
like this. He started playing with my ass . It did feel good. Eric shocked
me when he started playing with my asshole. He giggled when I jumped but
kept right on going. I began to do the same to him and he started to
purr. Then, with a little apprehension, I brought one hand around to his
front side and slipped it between his legs. I began tossing him off with
loving care. This got him even more excited. He was loving it.

"Keep going, don't move your hand, I like it there," he whispered as I ran
his foreskin up and down his slender cock, my other hand firmly in his
crack, my digit finger tentatively probing his hot little asshole.

Once again Eric jumped, but I knew better than to move my hand this time. I
applied more pressure and began to move my finger forward and back along
the length of his anal slit. He loved it. The more he got excited the more
I enjoyed getting him excited. I completely forgot about my own pleasure
and concentrated on Eric's. I gave careful consideration to each movement
of my finger. I found Eric's most sensitive spot and gave it a bit of
attention. By now he wasn't thinking about my pleasure either. He probably
wasn't thinking about anything but the excitement between his legs and
buttocks.

At the same time I used a little innovation and raised him out of the water
a little bit with my leg and started sucking on his nipples. I'd pay close
attention to the hard tips which seemed to be getting harder.

His excitement started to build beyond the point of containment. He started
moaning softly, but that didn't last long. Soon he was groaning. I knew he
was going to come soon and he did. His whole body seemed to go into spasms
and his breathing became erratic. He wrapped his arms around my neck and
began to squeeze tightly. I almost came watching him cum. It gave me a
feeling of satisfaction to know I'd done that. I could feel hot spurts of
cum splash against my fingers, then drain off into the water. Mentally, I
made a note to drain the pool when our session was over.

Eric slowly came down from cloud nine and began to relax his body and
luckily for me, relaxed the bear hug he had around my neck. He looked at me
with the biggest ear to ear smile I'd ever seen and gave me one of his
healthy, whole-hearted kisses.

"Come over here" he said as he nudged me toward the side of the pool.  We
slowly glided over to the edge. I didn't know what he had in mind but I got
a real good idea when he told me to sit up on the edge of the pool. I was
right, my first blow job! My dreams and fantasies were beginning to come
true.

Eric gently took my hard-on into his hand and began to stroke it.

"You better be careful; I'm going to make a mess."

"That's the whole idea," Eric grinned as he kissed the head of my throbbing
rod.

I leaned back to enjoy the ride. Eric began licking the head like a little
kid on an ice cream cone, and I think he adored ice cream. He seemed to be
enjoying himself and I was loving it too. He put the end in his mouth and
with one stroke sank all the way down to my balls. I let out a moan that
surprised me. He went up and down with expert skill though I didn't know
any other. Even no skill at all would have been pretty good. It didn't take
long for me to build up a rather healthy load.

I felt my climax coming and I warned Eric. His hands were on my thighs as
he stood on the water, bent over my groin, his head bobbing up and down as
my cock sank in and out of his mouth. He squeezed my thighs to let me know
he'd heard my warning.

"Here I cum!"

At that moment he pulled his head away, gripped my shaft with a hand and
furiously jerked me off. I shot my load right over his shoulder into the
pool! Eric kept on stroking getting out every last drop then proceeded to
lick my cock head clean.

"Wow! Fuck it! Shit! Wow!" I gasped. My hands-off week had paid dividends
in full. I hadn't cum like that since the week at Cubs Camp where I learned
to jerk off.

"Now I know what you mean when you said you loved it. That was
outstanding."

Eric giggled, and took off swimming toward the ladder. I sat catching my
breath waiting to see what he would do. He started to climb out of the
pool, and as his ass came out of the water he wiggled it in my direction. I
decided that was a good time to get up and follow him. He walked over to
the patio and lay down in one of the sun chairs we had out. I loved
watching him walk around completely nude. He signalled for me to come over.

"Lie down next to me."

Once again I did exactly as he asked. (I'm a push over. What can I tell
you?) He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss. We started to
massage each other once again. My hands were all over him.

"Not today," said Eric. "I want to wait. I've never gone all the way
before. Let's wait until tomorrow night, after the disco."

"I've never done it before either. Okay, I'll wait but do you think maybe
you could take care of this little problem I've got now?"

"The little problem wouldn't happen to be sticking me in the stomach would
it?"

Eric rolled out from underneath me. It was my turn to lie down on my
back. I closed my eyes waiting for the feel of his lips on my hot rod. I
did not wait in vain. There they were, as I expected. Going up and down
with the smoothness of silk. I opened my eyes to look down at him and was
startled by a wet asshole inches from my face. Eric stopped what he was
doing, turned, looked at me and said in a childish voice, "Eat
me...please".

How could someone turn down a request like that? I didn't have the nerve to
tell him I'd never eaten out anyone before. I'd always thought it would be
disgusting but was I wrong. I parted his flesh with my hands and saw his
puckered rosebud pointing out at me. I started flicking it with the tip of
my tongue. His hips began to twitch. He didn't taste bad at all. Much
better than I'd expected.

I started licking his entire pooh ring. His hips were jerking now. His body
was swinging all over the place and he was going up and down on my cock so
furiously I thought he was going to swallow it whole. I couldn't hold on
much longer and neither could he. My gusher was about ready to blow. I
could feel the spasms flowing through Eric's body and moments later through
my own.

Eric collapsed on top of me and we lay there in pools of cum and sweat for
a few minutes. By this time we were getting pretty hungry. Swimming and sex
have that in common: they really make you hungry.

"Let's put some clothes on and go upstairs to eat". Eric's response
surprised me.

"Yeh, I am hungry. You're one hell of a meal but not filling. But do we
have to put clothes on? Lets stay the way we are. I love walking around my
house in the nude but it's not often that nobody is home."

"Fine by me."

Eric climbed off me and I stood up. I held his cock as I guided him up the
stairs to the kitchen. I asked Eric if he would like anything to drink.

"Do you have any iced lemonade?"

"Sure."

I pulled out two glasses and poured us some lemonade.

"What would you like? There's plenty here from hot dogs to hamburgers and
all the way up to roast beef. What would you like?"

"Well, I've been eating the same hot dog all afternoon," he grinned, "so I
wouldn't mind a hamburger this time."

"Your right. Okay, hamburgers it is."

I took a couple of hamburgers out of the refrigerator and chucked them
under the grill while Eric did the sesame buns."

"Do you have any ketchup?"

"Yeh, it should be in that cupboard."

I was starting to get hard again, watching Eric walk around the room stark
naked. While looking for the ketchup, he saw something that caught his
fancy. He pulled out a large cucumber and looked at me and said, "I love
cucumbers."

He had the biggest grin on his face. I was hoping he'd do something with it
but he put it back and closed the door. I took the grilled hamburgers,
pulled out butter and relish, piled them together with the buns on plates
and sat them down on the table.

I sat down on the chair next to Eric. He must have been hungry because he
dug right in. We did burn up a lot of energy today, but three hamburgers
each went some way to refuelling us. We started talking about how much fun
we had today. There was no doubt in either of our minds it was a fun
day. Eric told me how he'd got into sex, and I was amazed by the casual way
he spoke about it. Boys tossing and sucking each other off meant simple fun
to Eric, but he admitted butt fucking was serious business.

"If I let you fuck me, you have to let me fuck you," he said, covering
another hamburger with heaps of ketchup, some which was hanging from his
chin like gobs of red semen.

"My ass is your ass," I smiled.

We laughed and wolfed our burgers down.

Next day flew by. I'd close to a world record with an erection that seemed
to last 24 hours! Finally, dad took me round to Eric's place. Then he
dropped us off at this ritzy hotel the school had hired for the evening
saying he'd pick us up at 12 midnight. Unlike Cinderella, I was going to
make sure I'd get my rocks off before the midnight call came.

We entered the lobby and saw a crowd of people. It was a big place but the
large number of people made it less intimidating. Eric and I looked around
for friends and, of course, there were plenty to be found. We had to get in
line right away to get our pictures taken. After the pictures were taken we
pigged out on the buffet. It was good. The band was average, nothing
special, but everyone was determined to have a great night - our last night
as junior high kids, so we did! Around 10 o'clock, Eric and I drifted away
into the local woods to explore. It was late June and warm.

A path took us into a thicker part of the wood though we could still see
the lights of the hotel. There was a clearing of soft grass. Eric and I
stood there, looking at each other, daring the other to make the first
move. We went deeper into the trees and found a grassy clearing.

Eric peeled off his tuxedo, piece by piece, until only his silk shorts
remained clinging to his butt, his balls and his elongated cock. He tossed
the whole bundle behind him. I followed Eric's example.

It was a hell of a lot more comfortable that way. We sat side by side, my
arm around Eric. I brought my arm from around him and started to pump his
hard-on. He groaned sounds of approval. He reached out and grabbed my cock
and started to stroke it, getting it stiff again. We sat for a few minutes
indulging ourselves before I got really hard again. Eric had got worked up
right away. Once I was hard again, Eric backed up against a tree and spread
his legs. He let himself slide down onto the grass, and we both scrambled
out off our clothes as quickly as we could.

Eric opened his legs wide, pulled his knees up, slid onto his back, and,
looking up into my eyes, said: "Fuck me."

Believe me, that's all it took to get me hard. I jumped up on the grass
with my flag pole waving in the breeze and crawled toward Eric. I lay down
on top of him and I could feel my cock against his balls. I gave Eric a
real big hug and kiss. Once again he said: "Fuck me."

Before I could react, he slid his hand between us and grabbed my cock. He
directed it to the entrance and started to move it up and down along his
anus to lubricate the tip, then once he felt it was ready, he moved the tip
back to his hole and started to push it in. Eric gasped in pain. Horny as
he was, his virgin hole was far too dry and tight to take my prick. I knew
what to do though, to this day, I've no idea how I knew what to do.

I slid onto my stomach, my face jammed in Eric's crack. He pulled himself
wide apart, giving me better access to his bumhole. Extending my tongue, I
licked his ring again again and again; I made lots of saliva in my mouth,
worked it onto my tongue and ran it down his lips; then the tip of my
tongue probed at his tight little opening. With my middle finger, I probed
against his sphincter; there was a little give; I probed again.

Above my head, I could hear the slap of skin against skin as Eric worked
his hard-on. Pushing harder, I felt my middle finger slide inside the boy;
I let it rest them for a few moments, then began to work it in and out,
pausing now and again to spit some more saliva into his hole. I not only
worked my finger in and out to the hilt but worked it round and round,
fascinated to see Eric's anal ring stretched from side to side. Eric was
really going for it. I added a second finger and he jumped as I pressed
them both home.

"It hurts, it hurts," I heard him whisper.

I looked up at him. His face was contorted in a mixture of pleasure and
pain. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked him. "You stop and I'll fucking
kill you," he said. I twiddled both fingers around inside him, and we both
laughed. After about ten minutes, I could feel my fingers were greasy and
slippery; Eric was giving far more easily now, and I slid in a third
finger, marvelling how elastic human tissue can be. A few more minutes of
this and I'd to go for it; otherwise, I was going to shoot my load all over
the forest floor. What a waste?

Hauling myself to a kneeling position between the boy's legs, I slung them
up over my shoulders, so he fell backwards onto the grass with his buttocks
wide open for my assault. "Ooof!" went Eric, and for a moment I thought he
was shooting his load, but he was trembling and shuddering in
anticipation. Eric let go of his cock; his fingers came down to his
butthole and held it as far apart as he could. My fingers slid out and were
immediately replaced by the swollen head of my erection. I pushed and
pushed hard.

As soon as my head entered he gave a signs of pain. I tried to pull out but
he said, "I'm okay, keep going." I kept going; something seemed to give and
my whole length slide inside the boy.After my whole length was in, Eric let
go of himself and grabbed my ass with his hands. He slowly pulled me in and
out until I was well lubricated with his ass juices. Finally, Eric let go
of my ass, wrapped his legs around my neck and said, "Go for it. Fuck my
ass off." For a few moments we listened to the night sounds of the forest
around us. Then Eric whispered, "Fuck my ass off."

And that's exactly what I did. I started pumping harder and faster. Eric
wrapped his arms around my neck. I thought he was going to choke me. It was
a great idea to get each other off a few times first because I know I'd
have come instantly otherwise. We humped away for what felt like
eternity. I was getting real tired but Eric was huffing and puffing, as if
he were cheering me on. Suddenly, I felt my climax building. Eric was
getting so turned on it was turning me on as much.

Eric started getting louder and louder until he was moaning and groaning
really loud. I certainly hoped no one else was in the area; these weren't
the night sounds they'd be expecting: two eleven-year-old boys fucking
their last night of junior school away. I felt myself cuming. I felt Eric
was cuming. A few more strokes and we'd be there. Eric started screaming
out loud. "I'm cuming, I'm cuming, faster, faster."

He let out one last scream which sent me over the top. We both came at the
same time, me spurting up his butt, and Eric squirting on our bellies. What
a feeling it was for my first time! I didn't believe there could anything
better. I felt the stick messy between out stomachs showed what a heavy
load Eric had shot; already I sensed my own cum was trickling out of his
asshole. I could imagine his pucker rubbed red raw and had an urge to go
down on him and lick it all better again.

Eric quickly quieted down because he was out of energy to do anymore. I
rolled off him and lay next to him. Eric turned to me and grabbed me around
the neck again and planted one hell of a kiss on me. He was high as a kite.

He said, "That was wonderful, you were great. Are you sure you've never
fucked before? You were really good. When can we do it again? Now? In five?
In ten? I love it, I just love it. There's no feeling like it. Baby, I was
born to be fucked."

We lay there for maybe an half an hour, cuddling, kissing, stroking,
nibbling, but most of all being friends and lovers. We told each other
things we'd never told anyone before: like when we realised we were hot for
boys not girls: I told Eric I was ten; he claimed he'd been six!

Finally, we had to make a move. We were having a great time but I knew now
we were past the first step, there would be much more to follow. We agreed
it was getting late, we should be getting back even though we didn't want
to. We started to get dressed, each helping the other, which seemed the
natural thing to do. We kept stopping for some deep-throat kisses; we knew
we didn't have time; it didn't seem to matter. Only being together
mattered.

But being together was the only thing that Life didn't permit us. The end
of junior school was also the end, for a long time, that Eric was in
England. His father was in the diplomatic service and that summer he was
posted to ...  Of course, he took his family with him.

I lost more than my virginity that night; I lost my heart and I lost Eric.