Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 07:36:41 +1000
From: David Andrews <rusty121962@gmail.com>
Subject: My Dream Came True' chapter 2

Many thanks to everyone that responded via email to my story 'My dream came
true'.

I was actually overwhelmed by your responses, there were so many I may not
get a chance to respond to you all, but take this "'thank you" as being
personal, just for you!

For those who asked - yes, the story is 100% true. I wish I had that sort
of imagination, but I can only write about what I have actually
experienced. In many ways I have had the ideal childhood, I'm from a happy
home and am trusted enough to be left to myself a lot of the time, I go to
a great school and have some great friends - some I get closer to than
others?

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So, on to what happened the following morning!

My Dream Came True 2

It was kinda hard to settle down to sleep after the experience I had just
shared with Bruce (chapter 1 Jan 15th). While part of me had longed for
this sort of experience, I hadn't actually expected it to happen, not that
quickly anyway. I had had lots of experiences with other boys in the
village, mainly in our hay loft, but they tended to be quick mutual
fondles, followed by embarrassment and then back to other games. But this
had been so much more intimate and somehow much more special.

Anyway, we got up the next morning, but neither of us mentioned what had
happened the night before. There was no awkwardness, just no mention of
what had happened. I was worried that it might have been a one-off event,
so was busy thinking what I could do to make sure it wasn't! It surprised
me a bit that Bruce wasn't more open about what had happened, as he had
certainly been open the night before... Anyway, it was my habit to have
breakfast in my PJs, so we just went downstairs the way we were.

We had breakfast with my parents, before they left for work shortly
afterwards. I knew they would not be back until around 2.00 that
afternoon. Once they had gone, Bruce changed a bit, he would give me a
gentle punch on the shoulder while we were talking and tidying up, or he
would come close then just kinda lean into me. It occurred to me that he
might have been a bit nervous when we first got up as he obviously knew he
would be seeing my parents again and maybe was feeling some sort of
guilt. I sort of understood it.

We went back up to my bedroom and as soon as we were there he pushed me
onto my bed then jumped on top of me and started wrestling with me and
tickling me. He lay on top of me and was trying to hold my hands above my
head - I only gave very slight resistance, as I could feel he had an
erection and was obviously enjoying himself, so I wasn't about to spoil his
fun. We did the usual pretend struggle thing, but I think we both knew what
was happening. After a while, he pretended he was worn out and just flopped
down on top me with his head somewhere around my throat.

I just lay there, waiting to see what was going to happen next, not wanting
to spoil the moment and not wanting to lead at this stage. Suddenly he
lifted his head and said "Rusty, did you enjoy what happened last night?" I
was surprised now buy his bluntness (thinking he was actually as shy as me)
and wasn't sure what to say, but in the end I just said "yup", and had a
smile on my face as I said it. He asked me if I wanted to do it again,
which gave me a chance to put my plan into action? As I had spent what
seemed like hours during the night thinking through what had happened, I'd
had time to come up with a few possible plans for more excitement?

I said "I suppose so, but we need to get cleaned up a bit first". I said I
wouldn't mind having a bath before I got dressed and asked him did he want
to join me. (Unfortunately we didn't have a shower at that time) He jumped
at the chance and said "okay, let's go!" So we headed into the bathroom and
by the time I got there he was already stark naked, without any apparent
inhibitions. As I started the water going I sat on the edge of the bath and
slowly got undressed. As he was standing in front of me, it gave me the
chance to inspect his 'bits'! I had been wrong about him being bald down
there; he actually had fine coating of blondish hair just at the base of
his dick. It looked very soft, so I guess that is why I hadn't felt it when
I was feeling him!

His balls were tight under his dick and not hanging down as I had seen on
some boys, a look I had never actually found very exciting. His package on
the other hand was drop-dead gorgeous! He was only semi erect and it looked
as though it was about 3" long, and maybe not quite as thin as I had
thought the night before.

 Eventually I was also naked, but remained sitting on the bath edge as we
waited for it to fill with water. He came closer to me and put his hands on
my shoulders. I put my hand out and stroked his penis with the back of my
fingers. He immediately started to get hard and I was again aware of how
hard it felt once I wrapped my fingers around it properly. I looked up at
him and told him I loved it and that it was just perfect. He seemed pleased
at that. He just kept his hands on my shoulders and I slowly ran my fingers
up and down his shaft, mainly trying to tease him a bit, but not taking
hold of it properly or even attempting to start masturbating him.

He looked down at me, and saw that I was no longer soft down there? What
else did he see? Well he saw a growing 3" to 4" dick, with a reasonable
bunch of new dark brown hair growth, but only just above the base of my
dick, it had not grown enough to start going down the sides of my dick. He
would have seen a dick that was bit fatter than his, but not by
much. Overall, I was fairly happy with the way the little chap was
developing! I had started growing hair there about 4 months previously,
whereas Bruce looked as though his had started four weeks previously!

At last the bath was full and I climbed in first. He then climbed in and
started to sit down as though he was going to face me. I said "No, sit with
your back to me and I will wash your back for you". So he did that and
snuggled back up against my now fairly hard dick. I got the soap and a
washcloth and started to rub his back. Now we had cats that purred, but I
never thought I would hear a boy purr, but that is the best way to describe
the groans coming out of him! After a while, I ditched the cloth and just
used my hands. It was so good rubbing my hands all over his back, then
under his armpits, then around to his chest. He had well defined nipples,
something I had never noticed on other boys, so I gave them special
attention.

Then my hands went down over his tummy, slowly descending to my goal. By
now it was standing bolt upright against his tummy and it was obviously
ready for a good wash.  Neither of us has been circumcised, so I knew my
way around his equipment as though it was my own. I gently stroked up and
down his shaft with soapy fingers, the purring continued. I would slide his
foreskin back and gently wash the head of his dick. My only disappointment
was that I could not actually see it very well, but I was about to fix
that?

After a while he said "Okay, your turn now". With that he got up, climbed
in behind me and started washing me. It was without doubt a very nice
experience, one I had never had before. No previous fooling around with the
village boys had ended up like this. He repeated everything I did to him,
but by the time he finally got around to washing my aching cock, I had
decided that he was probably better at than me! It was as though he kept
taking me to the brink, but would know when to slow down again. As he ran
his fingers gently up and down my shaft, he would lay his head on my back,
in what I can only say seemed to me what an act of pure love and devotion
must be like.

 I said "okay, it's your turn again, stand up and turn around and face me"?
He did that and was as surprised as I was when I put my hands behind him,
pulled him close to me, and took his penis in my mouth..

It was a surprise to me because until the second before I did it, I didn't
know if I had the courage. You see I'd had my cock sucked by one of the
older village boys. (Well he was two years older than me, so he felt 'old')
Bryan used to keep coming around when he knew my parents were still at work
but that I was at home, like right after school. He had wrestled with me a
bit and we'd mucked around like that a few times. Then on one occasion he
kept grabbing me in the crotch. I wasn't overly worried as we boys all did
that from time to time. The difference with Bryan was though that he would
hold on a bit longer - then a bit longer still. I couldn't help getting an
erection - because I was 12, I only had to wake up in the morning and the
erections would start!

So I kept grabbing at him too and discovered he had a heck of a lot more
down there than I had, which got me interested. So I kept trying to get a
feel, he said "If you keep doing that, I'm going to have to take your pants
down".  I thought he was just joking, so I just kept grabbing at his
dick. Of course he wasn't? He quickly threw me down and sat on my chest and
arms. He was much stronger than me and so had me pinned, there was not a
thing I could do. He leaned behind him and started to undo my belt - at
this stage I knew he had meant what he said. I wasn't sure whether I should
be frightened or excited. He opened my fly and put his fingers inside and
easily found my now stiff dick. He started to rub it up and down and said
"Wow, it's bigger than I thought", which pleased me no end! I was no longer
embarrassed or frightened, if this is what he wanted to do (and he had all
along apparently) then that was fine with me.

I said, "I bet it's as big as yours", to which he laughed and said "no
way". I said, "Okay, show me then"? With that he got off me and said he
wanted to see mine properly first. So he just grabbed the end of my pants
and pulled them up in the air and took them off, he then grabbed my undies,
which were already half-way down my legs and took them off too. He fondled
me a bit more, and I just laid back and enjoyed it. One minute he would rub
my cock, the next thing he would fondle my young balls. Something I noticed
even then was that he was very gentle about it.  I said "show me yours
then", so he stood up and simply dropped his pants, showing that he was not
wearing anything underneath them? He was right, he was bigger than me, but
the thing that took my breath away was the amount of hair he had down
there. I had never seen a cock with so much hair around it.

He came closer and asked if I wanted to feel it, which of course I did, it
was so thick and bushy that I was mesmerised by it. I wasn't really sure
what to do with it, so I just rubbed it a couple of times and felt his
balls, which also seemed huge to my small hands.

In the corner of the hay loft, we had a cupboard thing that was also a bit
like a table. He told me to climb up on it and lie down. By now I was happy
to do whatever he wanted; this new experience was something I was beginning
to like. A lot. So I went to get onto the table and he said "No, take the
rest of your clothes off first"? I hadn't been expecting that, but only had
to think about it for a couple of seconds. I figured my privates were now
totally exposed to him, letting him see my chest naked wasn't going to be
much of a problem. So I stripped everything off and climbed naked onto the
table. He kindly put some of my clothes under my head as a sort of pillow.

He also stripped naked, and became the first 'grown up boy' I had ever seen
completely naked. He came over to me and started to rub my chest. He would
run his hands all across me, then go down to my feet and rub them, slowly
working his way up my legs until he got to my straining penis. The fact
that I was lying there totally stark naked seemed of absolutely no
importance to me anymore. I was lost in the feelings this boy was giving
me. He started to concentrate more on my cock and rubbed it with more
enthusiasm now. I was going out of my mind with pleasure, never having
experienced anything like this before in my 12 years. Then, to my utter
amazement, he leaned over and put his mouth completely over my cock. I
simply could not believe it, it was something I had never heard of, thought
of or would have believed happened had anyone else told me.

His mouth was wet and warm, he ran his tongue over every inch of my dick,
he sucked on my balls, he went back to my dick, he slid my foreskin down
and sucked just on the head of it. I closed my eyes and was lost in
feelings I didn't know existed. Then as he started again to suck the end of
my dick, he also took hold of the base of my cock with two fingers and
started masturbating me. I lasted all of about 60 seconds of this before I
reached a climax like I had never experienced during any of my boyhood
wanking sessions. He kept on sucking me gently until I came down of my
'high', and said "how was that"? I said "It was brilliant, thank you so
much".  He smiled down at me and gave my little boyhood another rub.

I was just about to get off the table when he said, "no, stay there for
another couple of minutes". I did as he asked without question. He then
started to masturbate himself in front of me while he looked at my now
considerably smaller and soft cock. I wondered later why he didn't ask me
to do it, but I think he wanted to be able to stare at me naked while he
did it to himself. When he came, I was astonished once again. I had never
seen sperm before, although knew I had heard about it but had no real idea
of what it was all about. He came by the bucket load, so I think he was
well and truly ready for it.

So that was how I learned to suck a cock. There I was, sucking on Bruce's
beautiful young cock, my first cock ever to be sucked. It was ten times
better than I imagined it would be, it just seemed so natural with
Bruce. It was weird, it was like I had known him all my life, like as
though we knew every single thing about each other (which of course we
didn't) and that this was the most natural expression of love that one boy
can give another. For love it was, I knew from the moment I took his penis
into my mouth, that this was going to be a friend for life.

As I sucked him, I took his balls in my fingers and gently rubbed them. I
ran my hand up and down the insides of his legs - and the purring started
again. He began to move himself backwards and forwards, with that natural
movement we must be born with. All of a sudden his jerking got more
rhythmic, more purposeful, the purring had stopped. He pumped away at my
mouth, I was not able to move myself, and it was all I could do to keep his
cock in my mouth. I put a couple of fingers around the base of it so that I
could keep it pointing in the right direction, and tried to give him a hand
job while still sucking on him. Then he stopped, shuddered and arched his
back and almost yelled as he reached his orgasm. I didn't actually feel any
sperm coming out, but I tasted it - and absolutely loved it. The taste was
a mix of both saltiness and a bit of sweetness, and was what I now hear
referred to as 'nectar'.

Bruce didn't say anything for ages; he just stood there in front of me, his
dick drooping down in front of me and held onto my head. I put my arms
around him and hugged him, and just waited. Eventually he sat down in front
of me, took my head in his hands and kissed me full on the mouth saying
"thank you, thank you, thank you". (I remember thinking for a fleeting
second that I probably hadn't thanked Bryan properly!) He was still partly
worn out, but I think there was also a sense of 'what can you say'? It was
one of those special moments in life that I hope everyone experiences
someday. For Bruce and me, it was the start of a truly beautiful
friendship.

Thank you for reading.