Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 07:55:54 -0700
From: dookie_2123@yahoo.com
Subject: Little Harold

WARNING: This story contains sexual content.  It describes sexual acts
between two minor boys.  If you are under eighteen or if this type of
material offends you please exit this page.  This is a true story.  Most of
the names have been changed.  However I am hoping that maybe Harold will
read this some day and contact me.

     I became a boylover when I was thirteen, living at home.  We had a
large family and didn't have much.  Well, we had each other, and somehow we
made due just fine.  I had four brothers and one sister all younger than
me.  I had started delivering the Contra Costa Times in our neighborhood,
which provided me a little spending cash for the little things that boys
will buy that bring temporary elation into ones life.
     I shared a room with two of my brothers.  Me, being the oldest, I
slept in the, larger, double bed, and they shared a twin-size bunk bed.
There was not much room for privacy.  At the age of thirteen, I could have
used a little privacy.  So I had taken to using the rest room to
masturbate.  Or I would stay awake until everyone had fallen asleep, and
then very quietly pleasure myself.
     This summer Mom's friend Renee came into town with her two children
Alicia and Harold.  They stayed with us for the weekend.  Alicia was around
12, thin and fairly attractive, but a little rough around the edges.  She
had the demeanor of someone from far south of the Mason Dixon Line.
Harold, her little brother was 7 and had blue eyes and short blonde hair.
He also was sort of Southern and his body was lean and muscular, probably
from climbing trees and digging holes and what not.  The sleeping
arrangements were made, at Harold's request, that he would sleep in my bed
with me.  I, at this time, really had no sexual orientation that I was
aware of and thought nothing of the sleeping arrangement.
     The four of us lay in our room that night for several hours talking
and goofing off, until my other two brothers had fallen asleep.  Harold was
sort of making sure that I stayed fully awake by moving and engaging in
conversation.
     As we lay in bed both only wearing our briefs, he began admiring my
"Skate or die" poster on the wall, (one of my recent purchases).  It
depicted a skeleton riding a skateboard, with a fluorescent orange
background.  It was actually rather tacky, and I had already begun to
dislike it.
      "Can I have it" he was asking me.  I disliked it, but I wasn't yet
willing to part with something I had worked so hard to own.
      "No way!" I told him.  He continued to plead with me but I was not
giving in.
     "C'mon, I'll do anything for it."  This, was a setup, but for some
reason or another I did not catch on.
     "Anything?" I asked, sort of curious.
     "Anything."
     "Like what?" I asked, now very curious.
     He paused for just a second.  " I'll suck your dick."  He offered
questioningly.  Suddenly I was unable to speak.  No one had ever offered to
suck my dick.  I knew about blowjobs but I never had one.  The thought of
someone sucking on my dick sounded exciting, and sort of degrading to the
one giving the blowjob.  I liked the idea of someone doing that to me,
anyone, it didn't matter if they were male or female.  The only thing that
mattered was that I was going to have my dick sucked.  "C'mon, I really
want it", he was pleading.  Parting with my poster seemed a small price to
pay for getting sucked, and the more I thought about this boy putting his
mouth on me, the more I wanted it.  I quickly accepted.
     "Ok" I said, trying to sound uncertain.  He propped himself up on one
elbow, paused, lifted the covers and looked down at my crotch, the small
amount of moonlight coming in the room sort of illuminated my shorts.
     "What do I do?" he asked anxiously.
     "I don't know." I told him.
     "Well, take it out." He stated decisively.
     "You do it." I told him back.
     "Ok." He said and started to crawl down under the covers, he stopped
briefly with the blanket over his head and looked up at me.  "Are you sure
you want me to?"
     "Yeah."  I said, and I really meant it.  I was starting to get an
erection, and my whole body was responding to this very new kind of
experience, my heart was racing.  He disappeared beneath the covers and
tentatively pulled down the elastic of my underwear.  I could feel his
breath on my bare skin and I was so excited from the anticipation that I
squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip.  He began to fondle me, still holding
the elastic taught with one hand.  Then he pulled on my shorts sliding them
down so they were just below my buttocks and now he had both hands free.
With one small hand around my, now fully erect cock, his other hand started
to play with my balls.
     "How come you don't have any hair?"  He asked me.  Suddenly I was
ashamed, I was sort of a late bloomer because of my Native American
background, but I had recently sprouted a few delicate strands on the
bottom of my ball sac.
     "I do," I said quickly pointing them out by tugging on them.  He felt
for them in the dark and began tugging on them.  He was sort of stroking
them the way a man will stroke a goatee.
     "That's it?" he said sort of disappointed.
     "Yeah." I said wondering if that was enough.  Suddenly my dick felt
very warm and wet and I could feel his small mouth working around my very
thick cock.  He continued to stroke my few ball hairs while he did this.
Suddenly, with a wet smack, he stopped.
     "How long do I have to do it for?" he asked.  "How about one minute?"
he offered.
     "Ok" I agreed.  A minute was probably longer than he thought it was so
I took advantage of his offer and told him that I would count and let him
know when sixty seconds had passed.  Again his mouth was on me.  He could
only fit the head in his small mouth but he was really doing his best to
get it as far as he could.  I didn't stop to think long enough on where he
might have learned this little game, hell I could hardly think of anything
but his warm little mouth.  I was trying to count slowly because I did not
want him to ever stop.  Suddenly he stopped again.
     "How much longer?"
     "20 more seconds." I lied.
     " My mouth is getting tired, can I stop now?"
     "Then you don't get the poster." I told him.  I didn't want him to
stop.
     "What?!" I didn't suck your dick for nothing."  He complained.
     "Then you have 20 more seconds."  Without hesitation, he put his mouth
back on my dick, he was now bobbing up and down and his saliva was dripping
down onto my balls.  He was really into it so I finally gave in and told
him a minute was up.  He came up now wiping his mouth.  I pulled my
underwear back on feeling like I was flying.  I had just discovered a new,
extremely pleasurable feeling.
     "I get the poster now?" he asked skeptically.
     "Of course." I said.  He had definitely earned it.
     "Now you have to do it to me."  He said.  I didn't expect this and was
caught a little off guard.  I didn't want to suck a dick.
     "Why!" I asked.
     "Because I did it to you, you should do it to me."
     Silence.  I did not know what to do, for some reason his explanation
made perfect sense to me and I had no argument.  I was very uncomfortable.
     "I'll let you do it for only half a minute though." He said.  Very
reasonable, since I was sure he had gone more than a full minute.
Hesitantly I agreed.  I decided that I could just put my lips around his
dick and slide the skin up and down with only air between it and the rest
of my mouth and he wouldn't know the difference.  Now it was my turn to
slide down under the covers.
     "Ok, take it out then." I said.
     "You gotta take it out." He said.  So I grabbed a hold of the front of
his waistband pulled it out and down.
      Under the covers, I couldn't see it, but I could feel the warmth of
it and I could smell the little boy scent, and I knew that it was standing
very hard right in front of my nose.
     "Ok, count."  I said, and without feeling for it I put my mouth all
the way around it to the base trying not to let it touch the inside of my
mouth.  He definitely had no hair and fit easily inside my mouth.  I began
carefully sliding the soft skin up and down thinking that this was very
dirty.  The tip of his little dick touched my tongue a couple of times, and
I started to realize it wasn't so gross.  Finally I let my mouth relax and
close around his dick.  His delicate skin was a little salty but that was
all.  I suddenly had this need to make him feel as good as I did, so I
started to really suck as hard as I could, stroking his penis with my lips
and tongue.  He was moving his hips to my rhythm.  His dick was so small
that I could go all the way down until my nose was pressed into his
abdomen.  Then I went even further and sucked his balls into my mouth at
the same time.  This was really turning me on.  I could no longer hear his
counting.  I could only concentrate on doing a good job of sucking him.
     "That's enough." He said tiredly, and I stopped.  I didn't want to
stop.  But I didn't want to let on just how much I was enjoying sucking on
his little dick.
      The rest of the night was very quiet and we both eventually fell
asleep.
      The next morning I found out just how much I liked what we had done,
in fact I couldn't stop thinking about it.  Harold was very happy too, he
kept asking if I liked it and if I wanted to do it some more.  I told him
that I wanted to, so he asked if I had anything else I could give him and
he started to look around my room for something that he could claim as his
reward.  When he found what he wanted, an old model car that was partially
assembled and had missing parts, I was more than willing to part with it.
I was so horny I could not wait to do what we had done again.
      We immediately began planning our adventure.  With everyone awake and
competing for the attention of our new playmates, it was going to be
difficult to steal away.  But somehow we managed, Harold was surprisingly
good at this.  He arranged for the two of us to play alone out in the
backyard.  Our backyard was very large and we found a space in the fence
that led to the neighbors yard.  We found ourselves in a perfect spot,
behind a woodpile in the back corner of their yard.  The neighbors had so
much overgrowth in their yard I doubted that they could have found their
way back to where we were if they wanted to.
     After deciding we were safe Harold began rubbing my crotch which was
already getting uncomfortably tight.  He sort of pushed me back onto the
woodpile where I laid back as he undid my pants and pulled out my hard
cock.  This time was more intense because we were in the sunlight where I
could see everything.  It took a little bit more work to get my pants down
this time.  I could see the look on his face as he watched my flesh become
exposed.  He made sure to pull my pants down to mid thigh so he could see
the crack between my legs.  I felt exposed with my butt on splintery wood
outside in the daylight.  Harold began to swing my cock back and forth in
his little fist smiling as he watched it.  He explored my balls with great
attention to the wispy little hairs that he had been tugging on not 10
hours ago.  I was so excited that precum was oozing out of my slit shining
in the sun.  Harold made a disgusted face as he put his finger in it and
played with it.  He made me wipe it off with my shirt before he proceeded.
He wrapped both hands around the base of my dick and stretched his lips
around it.  He was so gorgeous in the sunlight.  His blonde hair had
bleached highlights and a cute little cowlick right in the front.  I could
see soft golden peach fuzz on his cheeks.  He was looking up into my eyes
and sort of smiling at me.  He made generous sucking sounds on my dick, it
felt so good, but now all I could think about was putting his little dick
in my mouth again.  I wanted to see it in the light, wanted to expose his
stark white skin out here in the sun.  Harold stopped sucking, but holding
my dick with one hand he put his head down and licked my balls all over, I
wanted to spread my legs more but my pants were restricting me.  Finally he
jumped up with a huge grin on his face and said, "Now do me."  He took the
chance to stroke me a couple more times as I pulled my pants up, then we
swapped places.
      I started undoing his pants before he had even settled down.  He
propped his head up on his hands and his shirt pulled up over his belly
button.  His skin was very white and below his shorts it got even whiter, I
wasted no time and pulled his pants down to mid thigh like he had done
mine.  His underwear were a little dirty from wearing them for two days and
running around in this warm weather.  I pulled them down too.  I could
clearly see between his legs where his crack started and his cock was
sticking straight up.  Well almost straight, it had a slight downward
curve.  It was pulsing as the air hit it.  I sucked him.  I could taste his
sweat and smell his little boy balls.  He had the smoothest white skin.  I
put my hands around his hips and held onto him as I sucked that sweet taste
from his cock.  He was making little snorting sounds and moving his hips,
pushing his dick into my mouth.  He was sort of rocking forward in a half
sit-up watching me suck him.  His tight stomach exposed.  His mouth was
hanging open.  I was in heaven, the sweet smell of his body.  His little
boy movements showed his obvious pleasure.  I stopped and sucked his ball
sack into my mouth.  He threw back his head and fell down into a relaxed
position.  I wasn't ready to stop and was licking my way back up his shaft
when he sat up and pushed my head off of him.  I didn't understand, but I
did whatever he wanted me to.  So I got up.
     "Someone might be coming soon," he said.
     "No one is going to come," I pleaded.  "No one can find us back here."
But he had made up his mind.  He had gotten all that he wanted and that was
that.  He dressed quickly and left through the opening.  I finished
buttoning my pants and followed him out through the fence into our backyard
again.
     That unfortunately was the end of the first time I was with a boy.
But fortunately not the last, and believe me there were many more with
Harold.

If you enjoyed my story and wish to contact me, my e-mail is
dookie_2123@yahoo.com