Date: Fri, 06 Aug 2004 22:14:32 -0500
From: Ryan Scott <ryanscott@mail.com>
Subject: My Years as a Boy #1 {Ryan Scott) (b/b) [1 of 2]

This story is about the gay sexual experiences of a young boy, so if you
are not interested in that sort of thing turn the page now.

I guess I should go back to the first time I remember getting sexually
excited as a boy. I will start out with a brief description of myself as
a 9-year-old boy. I was a little short for my age I remember most other
boys were taller than I was. I have very fine strawberry blond hair that
became bleached blond in the summer. Very fair white skin and a lot of
freckles on my face and body. My favorite thing to do in the summer was
Swim. I spent all most the entire summer at the public swimming pool. I
wouldn't consider myself to be a good athlete, but I played basketball,
soccer, and baseball. Baseball was my favorite although I never became
more than an average player. My highlight of that time was the day they
put me in as a relief pitcher. I had a wicked fast ball, but I could not
control it for very long. Only about 2 or 3 innings before I started
hitting the batters. Anyway it still was great, because I was playing on
the best team in the league. I just wanted to give yo u all an image of
what I was like back at that time. I was a pretty quiet kid but
determined to experience everything that I could, and God forbid if
someone told me I couldn't do something, I was going to prove them
wrong. I guess the best description of me back then would be the word
determined. Now I had had the same best friend since I was 5 years old,
His name was Greg and by about the time I was 9 I was starting to develop
a sex drive. I was brought up in an old fashioned family and I had no
clue about anything that had to do with sex. I started playing sexual
games with Greg, but he was too bashful to let anything go very far. One
game a particularly remember was sitting on the floor facing each other
and we would through a boxing glove back and forth at each others crotch
and call out eather a hit or a miss. I also recall us sitting together in
a big chair watching TV and I would lay my hand on his dick wile we were
sitting there. He never stopped me. Sometimes when we would wrestle I
would try to push things a little further, but we never went beyond
grabbing though the pants.

Cub Scouts

I joined the cub scouts when I was 8 years old. Greg's mother was the
patrol mother or whatever and this started my long career in the Scouts.
But the real fun didn't begin till I was 9 and on my first camping trip.
My family had always been into camping and such, so when I got to go
camping with kids my own age, I was out of my mind in fun. It was
surprising how little time we were really supervised on those trips. We
did what ever we wanted and I don't know if you've ever seen the movie
Lord of The Flies, but it wasn't to far away from that. It was paradise
for me. I remember the particular trip that I had my first sexual
experience. I had become pretty close to 2 of the boys that I was tenting
with, George and Bobby. Bobby and me had been friends in church before we
were in scouts together. I can remember distinctly that Bobby and me were
taking a hike ourselves at one point and we both stopped to take a piss.
I dared him to leave his dick hang out for the rest of the h ike back to
the camp. He said, "I will if you will" and with that we both did. I can
remember the rush I got when he agreed to do it. It was a great feeling
to feel the breeze going by and we both kept looking at each other's
dicks hanging out as we were walking. Of course there were the occasional
Crotch Grabbing matches with George Bob and me. That night when we went
to Sleep, George and me were talking. Bob had fallen asleep and was
snoring. I don't know what lead to what happened next, but it was my
Idea, I said to George,

"I should open his pants and let his dick stick out so when he wakes up
hell get a nice surprise".

He said, "I dare you too do it"

That was all I needed. I slowly started to unzip his pants. As I was
doing this my heart started pounding and my dick got rock hard. I reached
into his underpants, his dick way down there, it was hard to find, but
having my hand touching his pubic area was sending shock waves though me.
I did find it and pushed down his underwear so his dick could stick out
though his zipper. The next day, He had woken up before George and me and
as we were waking up Bob says to us,

" Man, when I woke up my dick was sticking strait out of my pants."

I said," Gee wonder how that happened", and me and George both laughed.

That was it though, that is all I can remember of my first experience,
but from that point on I had a major interest in other boys' dicks.

Billy

I lived in an old neighborhood, and most of the people there were there
for a hell of a long time. Most of the kids on the street were 16 or
older. But we had a new family move in. and they had a kid my age. His
name was Billy. They had moved up from the south, and Billy and his
younger sister both had strong southern accents. I don't know why, but
even back then I was always attracted to anything that was out of the
ordinary. Billy looked a lot like me, blond hair and blue eyes with fair
skin. If I remember he had a couple berth marks on his chest which is
always a turn on for me now. Billy and me became friends really fast and
I had him join the scouts with me. I was still 10 years old, and an early
bloomer. I had started puberty. I had some fine little pubic hairs
starting to grow at the base of my 4-inch penis. I also had accidentally
discovered masturbating and was capable of producing cum. I was so naive
that I had no idea what it was. I swear for about 2 years I tho ugh I
might have been doing damage to myself because of the filmy liquid that
came out when I rubbed my dick, and I swear that I can remember how
intense my orgasms were back then. I remember my legs both would turn to
pins and needles like when you hit your funny bone hard. That is how
strong it was. Is it me, or do orgasms not even compare the first couple
years you do it??? Yes, I still manage to have good ones sometimes, but I
swear not even close to the ones I as a boy.

Okay, Back to Billy and me. Billy was even more into danger than I was.
He was constantly pushing the line of getting us in trouble, but he
always had a smile on his face and loved every minute of it. After he was
there about 2 months, he asked if I could sleep over his house one night.
I got permission, which was surprising, because my Dad would never let me
do sleepovers. Billy and me really got into wrestling. We really slammed
each other around good. His parents would yell once in a wile when the
bangs got to loud. Anyway, when it was time to go to bed, Me and Billy
went to his room and started to put on our PJ's as we were getting
changed he started mooning me. Of course I did it right back to him so he
went one further and flashed me. Well right away my heart started beating
fast and I wanted to see that again, so I flashed him back. So then we
are flashing back and forth and getting a little closer each time. Billy
says,

"Let's compare"

No problem with me, I wanted to get a better look at his dick. So we both
pull our pants down and start looking at each other's dicks and in a
short time we were both hard as a rock. His dick was almost identical to
mine about 4 inches and the same thickness, but he didn't have any hair
yet. Billy asked me if he could touch it. I said,

" Go ahead" and with that we both reached out and grabbed each other's
dicks.

That whole entire night we laid next to each other and just felt each
other's dicks. I kept having little droplets form at the tip of my dick,
and I didn't know why I was leaking piss. Of course it was precume but I
didn't know that. It didn't occur to me to try masturbating, because I
thought it was something that only I could experience. It was shortly
after that that I moved to a different town. I never did anything with
Billy like that again. Years later when I was like 17 I visited him
again. He was asking me if I had had any girl friends, and a few other
things. After I left and thought about some of his questions that he was
asking me, I realized that he was hitting on me.

Todd

After I moved, I made a new friend his name was Todd. Todd and I hit it
off really good. He was a bit strange and always looking for a laugh. We
were probably friends for about a year before we did anything sexually.
So now I am about 11. He was curious, so it wasn't too hard to talk him
into playing around a little. His dick was very small not even 2 inches
hard. Now I had at least 4 ½ by then. So my dick was monstrous to him. I
told him if he wanted to make it get bigger that he had to start jerking
it. I did it to him for a long time but was never even able to produce a
dry orgasm for him. Me and him continued to fool around for about a year
but it never went any further than that. He lost interest in it and we
stopped doing it. Then I discovered something new. I still wanted to fool
around, so whenever I stayed over or we camped at scouts, I would go down
Todd's' pants when he was sleeping and I would feel him. For about 3
years we were really close friends, and still remains friends till this
day, but not really good friends.

Back to the old neighborhood

When I was about 12 I went back and stayed over night at my old best
friends' house. Greg was about a year younger than me and had a younger
brother Rob. Rob was about 3 years younger. We all slept together in the
same bed. That night I was finally going to check out my old friends'
dick. I had always wanted to. So after everyone was asleep. I began to
check out Greg's dick. The danger of doing this was so unbelievable; my
heart was pounding so hard that I am surprised that it didn't wake them
up. Well, every time Greg would move, I turned around and went to Rob's
dick. And I went back and forth a couple times but then Rob got a boner.
So now I was sticking with him, because that was more exciting. As I lay
there and felt Rob's boner, something strange started to happen. I felt
the pins and needles in my legs and then my dick started firing cum. I
had not even touched my own dick. Well I grabbed the end of my dick real
tight and ran to the bathroom. I cleaned my self up. I was really
confused. How could that happen without me rubbing my dick?? This is when
I began to realize that I must have not been doing something to hurt
myself when I jerk off. Well, I would have liked to stay in touch with
Greg and Rob, but I grew up in another town and over time I lost touch
with all of them. Funny how fast things change.

Darrin

Now we come to where I am starting to understand my sexuality. I am now
13 and in full puberty my voice is starting to crack when I talk. I still
don't have hair under my arms yet, but I have a lot on my dick which is
at least 5 inches and bigger than any other boys I have seen. I joined
the boy scouts as soon as we moved to this town when I was 11. I entered
a Brand New Troop where I was the most experienced scout at the rank of
Tenderfoot. Now at the age of 13, the other boys and me my age were the
oldest guys in the group. There were always younger guys joining, and I
was enjoying being the one who was in control with no older boys than us.
There were about 5 other guys my age that stayed in the troop and we
would be the ones that everyone would look up to. Many younger guys liked
me because the other older guys would abuse there power and enjoy scaring
the newer young guys. I on the other hand would defend the younger guys
if things got to out of control. This made me very popular with the
younger guys and I made a lot of long lasting relationships because of
it. By the time I was about 13 I was becoming a lot more confidant in
myself. It was a really hard move into this new town. It was a rich town
where all of the kids had new cloths and all of the best things. My
family was not like that. Even if my family did have some money, I was
not going to be handed everything like these other kids. I never really
fit in with the people in school. But I had made some really great
friends at scouts and that is where my life was revolving back then. I
didn't really care about advancing in rank or learning new things. I was
just in the perfect place to make some great friends and that is all a
cared about. Then this new young guy comes in. His name is Darrin and he
is 11 years old. The minute I saw him I knew we were going to be friends.
He was beautiful. Dark Brown hair, Blue eyes and Dark tanned skin with
dark Freckles. I was the Senior Patrol Lea der at the time, so I had free
rain at the meetings. I immediately went up to him and told him if he
needed anything I would be glad to help him out. We became pretty close
friends in a short time. But this is when it all started. We went on a
winter trip to this cabin in the middle of a pine forest. This Cabin had
one great feature. At Night it would get so dark in the bunkroom that you
literally could not see your hand in front of your face. I knew this was
my chance to check out Darin. Darin actually ended up being pretty far
away from where I was sleeping, but I didn't care I was going to check
him out. I memorized his location in the light. There were about 30 steel
bunk beds in this room and he was on the other side of the room from me.
I think there were probably about 20 kids on that trip but I had to do
it. I had a light on my watch and so about one in the morning I got out
of my bunk and started to make my way to Darrin I was actually using the
light on my watch to see where I was. I found him, and it didn't take me
long to find his penis. Wow, nice! it was at least as big as mine and he
had pubic hair, Wow! He was an early bloomer too! Well then I felt him
start to sit up. Shit! I dropped to the floor and rolled under the bunk.
I was frickin shaking so bad that I was almost convulsing. I stayed there
about a half-hour and then made my way back to my bunk. That was enough
of that! I had done what I set out to do.

Darrin and me became the best of friends, and we spent many of times
together in the same tent. I don't quite remember the first time I made
him cum but it wasn't too long after the cabin trip. But to this day he
is still one of my favorites because his body would get so out of control
when I was with him. I can remember one time that stands out in my mind.
This was a few years later when he was about 14. He was going though some
hard times with his parents and with everything. He was sleeping over my
house that night. I was on my bed and he was on the floor. And as he was
telling me about his life he started bawling I mean really crying hard. I
had never seen him cry before. I got on the floor with him. He was laying
on his back, and I put my fore head against his fore head, and I was
telling him how he would be okay, and we just stayed like that for like
an hour with my fore head pressed against his. I soothed him and we talk
until he was quiet with his eyes closed. At t his point I had been with
him many times before, but it was an unspoken part of our friendship that
only happened a few times a year at best when the circumstances were
right. Anyway, My hip was against his cock and I felt his dick get hard
and it was now throbbing against me. I kept my head against his and I
reached down and zipped down his pants. He immediately started breathing
hard. I pushed down his underwear and took a hold of his 6 inches and it
was throbbing and bouncing. Now I was ready to try something that I
hadn't done with him before. I sat up and undid my pants and took them
off. All the time Darrin didn't move and kept his eyes closed. Then I
straddled him. As I did I could see his heart pounding out of his chest
and I could feel him shaking. Then I took a hold of his dick and lowered
mine till it came into contact with his. The very second my dick touched
his, he began to blast his load onto his stomach, he was breathing so
hard and cumming so hard that he wa s nearly doing sit ups uncontrollably
with each contraction of his dick. Then with a couple of strokes with my
dick against his I shot mine on his stomach. Then I used a couple socks
to clean him up and I zipped up his pants and put mine back on. Then I
just lay next to him until he fell asleep.

I swear that there is nothing better than emotional sex. I felt closer to
Darrin than anyone that I had ever met. We had a special bond for many
years. I am still friends with him now, but he lives to far away and I
haven't seen him in some time now.

Chad

Now before I get to far along here I have to say that there were three
guys during this 13-16 year old time period that I became close too. All
of them where in scouts with me and none of them knew about each other. I
always kept it one on one between all of us. Even now I have thought
about telling one of them just to get a reaction. Maybe I will sometime.
But none of them ever knew that I was with the others.

I guess out of all of my relations, Chad was one that doesn't fit in.
For one, he is not my type. Blonde hair blue eyes. I usually like dark
haired guys. But he was beautiful. A nice swimmer body and a nice face. I
guess what got me started with Chad is that he was always so horny. You
know how it is. There is always one in the group like this. I think he
had a hard on every day all day. And he wasn't afraid to tell everyone
about it. He was a real high-strung kid with more energy than anyone I
ever met. He was 11 when he came in the Troop. I was 14. Chad was like a
punching bag for the older guys in the troop. He would not listen to
anything they said and he liked the attention he was getting even though
he was getting beat up. This is where I come in. The one who would keep
the other guys from pounding his brains in. Although, he liked it so much
that I even had to join in on the beatings sometimes. It didn't take
Chad but about a year to get into the older boys group. O f course anyone
that I took under my wing would soon be accepted. Darrin had slowly been
accepted into our group. I started to spend a lot of time with Chad out
side of scouts. Chad had many problems, like an abusive father. I would
see marks on him a lot and I asked him about it. He told me that it was
from his father. His father joined the troop when Chad did. He was an
assistant scoutmaster. You would never believe this guy could be abusive,
he was a pretty cool guy. Chad really appreciated that I was concerned
about him and I think I am the only person he ever talked to in a serious
way. Of course it would only be a matter of time before it was him and me
as tent buddies. I did not even hesitate to do something with him. The
first night we were in the same tent I jerked him off to completion and
he did the same to me. He didn't have any pubic hair yet and he was
about 4 inches, but he was able to cum. The next day he was going around
telling everyone how he got wet the n ight before. It made me a bit
nervous, but of course no one listened to him because he was always
saying things like that. Then he hit puberty and everything stopped for a
wile. I have found this to be a common thing. Don't ask me why, but I
guess it has something to do with a boy becoming sexually aware. Anyway,
after about a year he was willing to do some things again and was even
pretty aggressive about it. He had a good bit of pubic hair and His dick
grew to about 5 ½ inches. Again though, it didn't last to long. I think
the last time we did something together he was 14. He stayed over my
house that night and he slept on the floor next to my bed. He was close
to the bed, so after the lights were out for a wile, I reached down and
found his hard dick waiting for me. I took his hand and guided it up to
my dick and we felt each other up for a wile. Then I made a little
pulling motion on his arm and he got up and into the bed with me. He
rolled on top of me and started thrus ting his dick into my pubic area. I
was enjoying his aggressiveness and I was also thrusting my dick into him
from the bottom. It wasn't long till he blew a nice load on my stomach.
It actually was the first time that I had someone do that to me. It was a
really cool feeling to feel that warm puddle forming on my stomach, and I
was dying to shoot mine. I guess he wasn't in the best of moods that
night, because he wasn't going to help me finish. He got back down on
the floor and left me there with his load on my stomach. Boy did that
piss me off! But I used the gift he gave me and jerked off with his cum.

I am pretty sure he is Bi, but he would only be with a guy if things were
just right. He started discovering girls and we stopped hanging around
together, but we still remained friends. He joined the navy when he was
17 and I haven't seen him since.

David

David Joined the Troop about the same time as Chad did and he was also 3
years younger than I was. He had Black hair and Brown eyes and pretty
fair skin that tanned fast in the summer. David was going to have a hard
time in the Troop. He was an only child raised by a single mother. He had
a pretty hot temper and when it got flared up, he would start crying. By
now, most of the older guys had learnt that they did not like to be in
the top leading position (The Senior Patrol Leader) because they were
forced to tell there buddies to do things that they didn't like to do.
So in the troop elections, the older guys would tell every one who to
vote for and that would be the new leader. Well this time it was going to
be David. David had only been in the Troop for about six months. Now he
was going to be forced to tell everyone what to do. They made it really
hard on him, which got him crying a few times. I had been Senior Patrol
Leader a few times so I took him aside and told him how to handle it. One
particular time on a camping trip the guys really had him going and he
started to cry. I walked up and I grabbed him by the arm and walked him
out of the campsite. I took about an hour walk with him, and calmed him
down. Then we talked about everything. His life, my life, he totally
forgot about his situation until we got back. As I remember, My buddy
Chad was giving him the hardest time out of everybody. Chad wanted to fit
in with the older guys so he was really giving David hell. Eventually
David got so mad that he pushed Chad, well Chad dove though the air and
took David to the ground, and the older guys loved it, they wanted to see
them fight. I was out numbered, so I had to let David take care of
himself. Next thing I know I hear Chad screaming at the top of his lungs,
"GET HIM OFF! GET HIM OFF!" David had bitten his leg and he wasn't
letting go. I got in there and a couple of guys where trying to pull them
apart. I told David to let go and he did. Shit! J David's whole dental
record was on Chad's' leg. I think for about a year David had a new
nickname. It was Jaws. But after that day, David got a little bit more
respect. After that Trip, David and me got to be pretty close and it
wasn't long till we were tent buddies. I put the move on David as he was
sleeping and I let him catch me. He was about 5 inches hard and had a
thick patch of pubic hair at the base of his dick. After he woke up, he
didn't stop me or say anything and he was always my tent buddy on the
next trip.

We started hanging out together outside of scouts. I had a real big
brother little brother relationship with him. He looked up to me and he
always liked being close to me, which I didn't mind at all. I tried on
many nights to get David to cum, but couldn't. Then One night he slept
over my house, He was 13 at the time. Now sometimes he would pretend that
he was asleep to get me to play with his dick. And he was doing it again.
He was lying on his back with his 2 legs hanging of the corner of the
bed. I shook him a little, but he was not going to respond, so I went
right to work. I undid his zipper and wiped out his nice plumb dick. I
went right to work jerking him off. I was going to make him cum. It took
about 10 minutes, but then it happened. It had to be his first one,
because I have never seen such white cum before. It was super white.
Well, then I wiped it up and zipped him up. And that was all for that
night. Always unspoken, never a word said. I had made him cum many times
after that and he started to return the favor. The one night I remember
best was on this one trip, he was 14 and I was 17. I had gotten a little
bolder with him. He was pretending to be asleep again and this time I
intended to get him to say something to me. I pulled his pants down to
his knees and took mine off and then I laid on top of him so our dicks
where pressed together. Then I sat up and took his hand and rapped it
around both of our dicks and started to jerk them together with my hand
over his as I slowly rotated my hips so my dick was sliding up and down
on his. As both of our precum started flowing I was using it to make the
friction less and less until I was able to lay down on him again and slid
back and forth without effort with the wetness we both created. As I lay
with my ear next to his mouth I could hear his breathing and I was able
to hear him exhale as he started to cum. As soon as he did I did also. I
asked him,

"How was that?" he didn't answer.

He was still going to play the game. So I cleaned him off and went to bed
and never was a word said. There were many more get togethers after that,
but I guess it was a couple years later when I had my last get together
with him. He was 17 now. He came down to the shore with me and stayed at
my families shore house with me. We got really drunk together, a
tradition we had started when we were much younger. When we went to bed,
I wasted no time. I pulled him pants down and I started to give him a
blowjob. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, He really tried, he started
fucking my mouth for about 15 minutes, but he was to drunk to cum. That
was the last time we were together sexually. I feel out of all of the
friends I had when I was younger that I could really trust him the most.
We had a special friendship that we still have today. I don't talk to
him to much anymore, because he lives far away, but when we get together
or talk on the phone we can spend hours talking about the old times and
the new times too. I have thought about letting him in on some of my dark
secrets, but I don't know if he would want to know about it. I think I
will tell him when the time is right. I kept a close eye on him as a kid,
and I think he may have a couple dark secrets too, even deeper than mine.

If you're interested, I wrote a Story about Chad, Darrin, and David. It
is called; "scouting for friends" It goes into a lot more depth and tells
a great story.

Doug

Well, here is one that just gets thrown in the middle. Doug is my Step
cousin. I had never met him before. My family went on a vacation to the
west so I was fortunate enough to meet Doug. Doug was a great specimen.
He was 14, and so was I. Dark long black hair and brown eyes. A muscular
country boy, He was nothin but a troublemaker, but who cares, I was only
going to be there for 2 weeks. Just so happened that they put me in his
room with one queen size bed. I was definitely interested, but I had to
be very careful so I was going to have to get to know him better. Well,
we had a pretty good time the first couple days jumping off of an over
pass into the local swimming hole. Man this kid was hot looking. And here
comes the big surprise. Something I had not even considered. He put the
moves on me! The same way I had done it to so many others. It was so
cool! About the 3rd day I was there we went to bed. It was very dark in
his basement bedroom, no light at all. We both were sleeping in our
underwear. I was lying awake thinking about putting the move on him, when
suddenly I felt his hand drop onto my chest. My heart immediately started
pounding. I thought to my self, "no way is he going for it." Then his
hand slowly started sliding down. "DAM!! He is going to do it." He had to
feel my heart pounding. If it were me, I would have probably stopped. But
I guess he figured since I didn't say anything he was going to keep
going. He very slowly reached my rock hard dick and started to feel it
though my underwear. I think I was harder then I had ever been in my
life. This had never happened to me before. Then he went for it and went
down my undies. As soon as he grabbed my dick, I said,

"Doug, What are you doing?"

He quickly pulled his hand away and just lay there motionless. I didn't
want him to feel bad so I said,

"I'm going to have to get you back"

This is one thing that has always bothered me. Why did I stop him? Boy
that was stupid! I was loving the shit out of every moment and knowing
exactly how he felt in that dangerous moment. Now that I think about it,
I was probably so close to cumming that I just didn't know what else to
do. I wish I just lay there and let him do what ever he wanted to.
Anyway, in just a short amount of time I was down his pants and jerking
him off. He was really small for his age. About 3 inches, but he had
plenty of pubic hair. It only took him about 5 minutes to shoot his load
and I said,

"Man you just chinted all over the place" and with that he started
laughing.

I don't know where that term came from, but we used it a lot in scouts.
He probably never heard it before. After that night, every night when we
went to bed we jerked each other off. I felt kind of uncomfortable with
him because I was at least 6 inches by then and I thought he must be
embarrassed about the size of his. But we never talked about it. So I had
my 2 weeks of fun with Doug and then we never saw each other again.

My Thoughts

Well, as you can see, I was really busy between the ages of 14 and 17.
Maybe I'll take a break here to put a couple of my thoughts and feelings
in. Up until the time I was 14, I didn't know that I was Gay or Bi. I
just though it was some kind of phase that I was going though and that
when I hit the age of 16 it would just go away and I would have a normal
so called life. I had plenty of male role models around me, but I had no
interest in having a trustful relationship with any of them. I kind of
wish now that someone could have seen what I was going though that
understood it. I could have really used someone to talk to. When I was
about 16 and finely got a computer and got on the net. My eyes were
opened and I didn't feel so alone in the world after that. Anyway, at
the age of 14, I realized that my feelings for other guys were not going
to go away. It was a really hard reality to face, and being raised in a
religious household just made it even harder. It took me till I was at
least 18 to accept it and not feel guilty about it. And for all of you
who are out there that still feel guilty about it. DON'T. All you have
to do to fix that problem is to admit to yourself what you are and that
it is not going to change. This does not mean you can not have a normal
life! Yes it is hard. But just because you are gay or bi does not mean
that you have to where a gay pride sign and come out to the world. Some
need to do that to make them selves feel better, and others admit to them
selves what they are and then go on to have a wife and children.
Sexuality is not the most important thing in your life and when you
determine what is most important, then it is time to do what is right for
you and only you.

I guess I had to get that off my chest because that is one of the reasons
I am writing this so others don't have to feel like I did as a kid,
Alone. I had tons of friends, but inside I was alone.

O.k., now back to the Story. I guess I am about 17 now and I had the sex
drive to prove it

Ken

I guess I met Ken though some mutual friends. I was now 17 and he was 16.
I had gotten a job as a DJ and played music for parties on the weekends.
My parents where still going to the shore on the weekends in the summer.
So this was the first year that I didn't have to go with them. It was
Party Time! This was a time that I started to meet some new friends
because of the small parties I had at my house on the weekends. I guess
Ken had started hanging around because he Broke his leg that summer. He
couldn't really do anything but sit around and so he started coming to
my parties on the weekend. I took an instant liking to him. He was really
a good-hearted person, which is always one of those things that attracts
me to people. Always laughing and making jokes everyone liked to have him
around. He had naturally curly brown hair and in a way his looks kind of
remind me of the kid in the movie Karate Kid, except the Ken is better
looking. I was really bold when I put the first m ove on Ken. People were
always sleeping over my house on the weekends, but I usually slept alone
in my room. I told Ken he could sleep on the floor in my room if he
wanted to. So he did. I turned out the lights, and waited about a half an
hour. Some how I just knew that Ken would go for it. It was still very
scary for me but I got up and Knelt on the floor beside him and slowly
put my hand on his leg. He jumped right away and I shot back to my bed.
He didn't say anything, so I though he must be O.K. with it. I slowly
got up again and put my hand on his leg. He didn't move, so I slowly
undid his button and unzipped his jeans and I found a nice 4 ½ inch hard
dick waiting for my hand. I pushed on his hip so he would lie on his
back. Then I worked his pants down. Then I lay down beside him and undid
my pants. I took his hand and placed it around my dick and he closed his
hand around my dick. After I laid there for a wile and checked him out
really good, he started leaking pre cu m and I was ready for more. I took
off my pants and straddled him and put our dicks together. I took his
hand and placed it around both of our dicks. And I put my hand around his
hand and made him stroke both of our dicks together. After only a couple
minutes he shot his load and I did shortly after him. Then I laid back
down next to him again for a little wile and I wiped him off. I was not
done yet. We just needed a little break. I knew from previous discussions
with him that he was a pre-ejaculator. He always would shoot a quick load
and then never quit until he came a 2nd time. So I was going to make sure
he had two. Now I took his dick again and I slowly moved my head toward
it. His Dick still had some of my cum on it. I slowly took his limp dick
in my mouth and started sucking him. In no time he was up to a full
erection again and I kept going until he shot his load in my mouth. This
was the first time I had let someone do that, and I liked it. It tasted
gre at. I laid back and as I did he grabbed my dick and began to jerk me
off for a second time. It didn't take me long to cum. And it was a hard
cum. I never really did it twice so close together, the second one is
always a better cum then the first one. For the rest of the summer Ken
came over every weekend and we repeated that night many many times always
cumming 2 times each. That was the only time in my life that I did that.
I guess it was just the fact of working him up for the second time always
got me going again too.

I don't know why things faded with Ken. After that summer we never did
anything sexually again. Nowadays we still get a long great when we see
each other. I know he would do it again in a second if the circumstances
were right. I would to. I am still attracted to him every time I see him.
I have not seen him for about a year, but I just ran into him yesterday.
I asked him how he was doing and shook his hand. As usual, he was glad to
see me, but everyone has to move on with their life. It is a shame it has
to be that way sometimes. What I wouldn't give to go back and relive
some of those times.

Cold Spell

O.K. now I am 18 and I am going to hit a little cold spell. I think I got
with Darrin once during this year and I gave him a BJ. But Darrin has
changed a lot so I am not really interested in him now. Not that he still
isn't Hot, but his attitude has changed.

Now I am at a turning point in my life. My father Died when I was 18. I
was never really close to him and in a way it bothers me that I wasn't.
I wished I could have had a better relationship with him. In a way I
think that I was trying to be to some of my younger friends like I wanted
him to be with me. He wasn't a bad guy, just not a good father to me. I
didn't really know him. I mean he was physically always there. It's not
like my parents were divorced. They got along well together. I don't
know whose fault it is, but I didn't know my father.

Sue

I was still Close to Ken even though we were not involved anymore. He was
going with this girl for about six months. I kept thinking to myself
whenever I saw her, " I had him before you did." I did notice however
that she was always checking me out when ever I was around. I started to
get turned on by this. After Ken broke up with her I asked him if he
would mind if I took her out. He said he didn't mind. So I did. I called
her and asked her to go to the movies with me. She accepted very quickly.
She was pretty aggressive which was good for me, because I didn't have a
clue what to do. She grabbed my hand and was hanging close to me the
whole night. I knew she wanted more, so after the movie I asked her if
she wanted to park somewhere. She said yes. That night I had my first
kissing lesson, and I liked it a lot. It was a real turn on. I went out
with here for a full year and had a great relationship with her. We had
many nights of passionate sex, which I very much enjoyed. The difference
that I noticed most between a girl and a guy is that I kind of missed the
danger of the pursuit of a guy. With a guy it was like I was always
finding something new that would add to the danger but with her I was not
interested in that. The kissing was definite bonus though it really
turned me on. Somehow I could never bring myself to kiss a guy the same
way as I kissed her. I don't know why, I guess there is just different
things that turn me on with a guy. I thought that I would marry this
girl, I really liked her that much, but after a year with her I started
to miss my friends and I started to hang out with them a little more. My
girl friend didn't understand it. She thought I didn't like her anymore
so she went out one night and cheated on me. I found out from her younger
brother who by the way was 14 at the time and really cute. He thought I
was great and he couldn't believe his sister cheated on me. This really
fucked me up. I could not deal with it so I broke up with her.

Mike

Now this is where things get really screwy in my life. Now I am 20 years
old and then Mike Comes along. Well let's just say that Mike was much
younger than me and the two-year relationship I had with him would mess
me up mentally for a long time. I will just call him the love of my life,
and my soul mate, but Mike is a whole story unto himself, which I have
already written. You can look for it. It is called "My Best Friend". That
is all I will say about him here.

To be continued

There is a lot more to come in part 2. You might have to look under
Adult/youth for part 2.

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