Date: Sat, 11 Oct 1997 06:29:40 PDT
From: true story <college_boys@hotmail.com>
Subject: college_boys story #5: Neighborhood Kids

This is the one of several experiences I plan to write about and post 
for everyone to read.  All of these stories are true.  I have changed 
the names of the people and the places where this took place to protect 
the "innocent".  If you like what I have written, please drop me an 
e-mail.  If any of the people involved in the stories are reading this, 
please send me an e-mail.  I would love to hear from you.  

This story is intended for adults only.  If you are under 18, DO NOT 
READ THIS STORY.


NEIGHBORHOOD KIDS
college_boys@hotmail.com


I can't remember the first time I messed around with another guy.  I 
read all these stories posted by people recalling the first time they 
had sex, or the first time they masturbated.  To me, sex has always been 
a part of my life. Having no set beginning and hopefully no end.

The first recollection I have of having sex with another person was 
around six years of age.  Not that you can really have much sex at six.  
I can recall playing your basic show and tell games with several kids in 
the neighborhood.  There was Gary and Liz (brother and sister), 
Christie, Earl and Becky (brother and sister) and Tony.  These games 
never really progressed past the show and tell stages, except for Earl.

One afternoon I was at Earl's house and we were playing outside.  Earl, 
who was eight at the time, suggested that we play with our peepee's.  I 
said okay and we walked into the woods to a hiding spot and removed our 
pants.  We proceeded in our usual activity of playing with ourselves, 
which usually lasted until we became bored, as obviously we were not 
going to cum at this age.  But this time, Earl suggested something 
different.  He wanted to put my dick in his mouth.  Now I thought this 
was disgusting, but he continued to ask, so I agreed to go along with 
it.

Earl squatted down in front of me and took hold of my little dick.  At 
first he just rubbed it a little and examined it closely.  Then Earl 
said "Promise that you won't pee in my mouth" "I won't" "Okay" and with 
that Earl suck my young dick into his mouth, for my first blowjob.  I 
don't recall my exact reaction, but it did feel very good and I was 
enjoying it.  After several minutes, Earl stood up and said "How did it 
feel?" "Pretty good, better then when I play with it.  How did it 
taste?" "Okay, not really any taste, just like skin.  Will you suck 
mine" "No, I don't think I should" "Why not, I did" "But you wanted to" 
"Please, just for a few minutes" "Okay, but if it tastes nasty, I'm 
gonna stop" "Okay"

So I knelt down in front of Earl and took his hard dick into my mouth.  
Like he said, there wasn't much flavor, kind of like sucking on a 
finger.  There might have been a slight remnant of pee, but not enough 
to really notice and identify.  I sucked on Earl for several minutes, 
but I was becoming bored and wanted him to suck on mine again, so I 
stoped and we traded places.  This trading back and forth continued for 
a while, until we both became tired of the game and returned to the 
house.  

Earl and I continued to engage in our new found hobby several times a 
week over the next year, until one day Mike and Steve (Christie's older 
brothers) found us in the woods.  Mike and Steve were 14 and 12 at this 
time and Earl and I were scared to death of them.  They had a reputation 
for beating up other kids and now they had discovered our little secret. 
Mike was the first to speak "What do we have here, a couple of little 
faggots".  Now at this point in my life, I didn't even know what a 
faggot was, except that if someone called you one, it was bad.  I didn't 
say a word, but just tried to pull my pants up, Earl replied with "I'm 
not a fag, I was just making him suck my dick" .  Mike replied "If he's 
sucking your dick, then your a faggot" "No I'm not".  Then I added "Earl 
sucked mine first".  Earl got a hateful look on his face and said "Only 
so you would suck me".  This continued with finger pointing and yelling, 
until I started to cry.  I didn't want to be a faggot (by now I knew it 
had something to do with sucking dick).

Finally Mike said "Earl, get out of here and go home.  And I  don't ever 
want to see you doing this again or I'm going to tell everyone".  With 
that Earl ran as fast as he could back toward his house.  I continued to 
stand there with tears running down my face, staring at Mike and Steve. 
"What are you going to do to me?" "Nothing, we just wanted to scare 
Earl.  He narked on us last month, about setting off fireworks, so we 
wanted to scare him good." "So I'm not a faggot" "Well, you were sucking 
his dick, that does make you a faggot" "But I don't want to be one" 
"Well, its probably to late, but we can test you" "Really?  How?" 
"Follow us"

So I followed Mike and Steve toward their house.  When we got close to 
their house, they turned and headed to the barn.  Behind the barn was 
their "fort" or "tree house" that they had built from old scrap lumber 
and looking back I'm sure it was far from safe, but to a six year old, 
it was the coolest place on earth.  Then Mike said "If you can keep a 
secret, we will let you come up to the fort" "Of course I can" "okay, 
follow me".  With that Mike climbed up the ladder, which was nothing 
more then a few boards nailed to a tree.  I followed Mike and Steve 
followed me. 

Inside the "fort" was pretty sparse.  There were a couple of boxes to 
sit on, a blanket, a box with some cookies and other food and a funnel 
attached to a hose that went threw a hole on the wall.  "What is that 
funnel for?" I asked. Steve replied "that's the bathroom, stupid" "That 
way we don't have to climb down to take a leak" Mike added. "Cool, can I 
try it?" I asked "Maybe, if you do what we say" Mike said. "What do you 
want me to do?" "Help us out" "How?" "Well, you see, uhhh--. well we want 
you to do what you were doing to Earl." Mike stammered out.  "WHAT!! You 
said we were faggots for doing it" "Well, like I said, I wanted to scare 
Earl.  Plus, see its more fun with us, but you have to promise not to 
tell anyone,even Christie" "I don't know, I didn't even want to do it 
with Earl" "Yeah, but it felt good when he sucked you didn't it?" Mike 
asked. "yeah" "see, it feels even better when you get older like we 
are".

I just stood there quietly for a minute.  How could I get out of this?  
I didn't really want to do it, but they were bigger then me and they 
might tell about me and Earl if I didn't.  "Why don't you two just suck 
each other then?" I asked. Steve replied "You see, its okay to suck a 
guy when your young, like you, but when you get older, like us, you 
shouldn't do it" "Why" "That's just the way it is" "oh".  Well, this 
didn't help me much, now I was really confused, why was it okay to do 
when young, but not when older.  Finally I agreed, seeing that I had no 
way out.

Steve's response was "COOL" and he started to unzip his jeans. "Wait" 
Mike said and grabbed Steve's arm.  "First we need to look at the 
magazines so we can get ready" Mike added.  Get ready?  Why did they 
have to get ready?  I didn't understand, but looking back, I think Mike 
just needed to justify that he wasn't a faggot by looking at some naked 
girls first.  

Mike pulled a couple Playboy out of a box and handed one to Steve.  They 
both started looking at the magazines.  I stood up and looked over 
Steve's shoulder while he flipped through the pages.  WhenI looked at 
the crotch of his jeans and could see that he was getting hard.  His 
cock looked huge! I had never seen one that looked so big, except my 
dad's.  How could I possibly suck that, Earls had only been a couple 
inches long.  Then Mike said "Steve, you go first".  With that Steve 
jumped up and started to unzip his pants.  He lowered his jeans and 
stepped out of them.  His dick was clearly outlined in his underwear and 
made them standout away from his body.  He hooked his fingers under the 
waistband and slid his underwear off and tossed it to the floor.

Steve's dick looked huge to me, but it must have only been four inches 
long.  He was just beginning to get a few strands of hair around it, but 
not enough to be noticeable form a distance.  He grabbed his dick and 
waved it in front of me.  "Suck it" he said.  I sat down on the box and 
he stood in front of me.  I took hold of his dick and looked at it.  "Go 
on, suck it" he said again. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head.  
It tasted a little different then Earl.  A little muskier, a little more 
like sweat.  I licked the head again and the Steve grabbed my head and 
started to push his dick into my mouth.  Before I could do anything he 
had his whole dick in my mouth.  I started to suck on it and he was 
pushing it in and out of my mouth, while he held my head. "How's it 
feel" Mike asked "GREAT" Steve replied. I glanced toward Mike and could 
see that he was rubbing his dick through his jeans.  "Don't take all 
day, I want my turn soon" Mike added.  

I continued to get face fucked by Steve for a couple of minutes, until 
suddenly his body stiffened and he let out a sigh.   Then he stopped and 
pulled his dick from my mouth. What happened? Did I hurt him?  I was 
afraid to ask, so I just sat there.  "You shoot?" Mike asked Steve. 
Shoot?  Whats that? "No, not yet, but it felt great" "You start shooting 
soon, don't worry" Mike assured him.  With that Mike stood up and 
quickly removed his jeans and underwear at one time.  His dick was even 
bigger then Steve's.  It must have been five inches long and much 
thicker.  I didn't think I could even get my mouth around it.  Plus he 
had hair all over it, just like my dad's.

Mike walked over to me and grabbed his dick.  "Okay boy, now for a man.  
You ever sucked a man?" "No" "Well, your in for a surprise then" "What 
do you mean" "You'll see" "Your not going to hurt me are you?" "No, 
you'll like it, I guarantee".  So I started sucking in Mike's dick.  He 
had a much stronger taste then even Steve.  Not a bad taste, just 
stronger.  After a couple of minutes of sucking in Mike, I noticed a 
little liquid on his dick.  I thought he was peeing in my mouth and I 
backed off real quick.  "Your pissing in my mouth!!" I yelled.  "No I'm 
not" "Yes you are I tasted it" "That's not pee" and Mike stroked his 
dick a few times to produce a small drop of liquid on the head of his 
dick.  "See its not pee, its precum" "precum, whats that" "Its just a 
liquid your dick makes when your having sex, but only in men, not boys" 
"Oh, yuck" "I won't hurt you , see" and he scooped up the drop from his 
dick and placed it on his tongue.  "See, nothing wrong with it." .  
Well, if he was willing to, it must be okay, so I put his dick back in 
my mouth.

I continued to suck Mikes dick for a couple more minutes and was getting 
used to the taste of his precum.  I might even have begun to like it.  I 
did know that I liked sucking him and that I liked to be playing with 
the "big boys".  Up until now they had always ignored me, now maybe they 
would be my friends.  Finally Mike started moving faster and faster, 
then he made a groaning noise.  I thought I had hurt him, so I pulled 
off his dick to ask if he was okay.  Just as I pulled away, he started 
shooting his cum all over my face and shirt.  I jumped up, first 
thinking that now he was peeing on me, then I saw it was white and I 
thought he was hurt.  "What happened?" I asked. "He came" Steve 
answered.  "What?" I asked again. "I came, shot my wad, blew a load, you 
know?" Mike said.  "No what is it" I asked.  "Oh boy, you don't know 
anything do you.  You see, when a man has sex, after a while he cums 
like this and it feels real good.  But, you are supposed to let me cum 
in your mouth" "In my mouth, why?" "I don't know, thats just the way it 
is supposed to work".  Well, I figured he must be right, he was older, 
but I was in no hurry to taste it.  I used my shirt to wipe up the cum 
from my face.

"That was really great" Mike said "You are pretty good at that". 
"Thanks". I was really happy now, the big boys liked me.  "Can we do it 
again sometime" I asked.  "Maybe, but you can't tell anyone okay.  If 
you do you will get in big trouble." Mike threatened. "Okay I won't" 
"Not even Earl" Mike added.  Then Steve said "It's getting late, you 
better go home".

What the fuck was I going to do.  I had his cum all over my shirt.  My 
folks would see that and know something.  So I took off my shirt and 
washed it out in the creek.  Then I jumped in and got my pants and hair 
wet.  After I climbed out of the creek I put the wet shirt on and ran 
home.  When I got home my mom asked what happened and I said I fell in 
the creek when I was trying to cross it.  She made me run upstairs and 
change, none the wiser to what I had done.

The next day Earl asked me what happened. I told him that nothing 
happened, which was real hard.  I wanted to tell him so bad that  I had 
been in the big boys fort and that they were my friends.  After that 
Earl and I never did anything again.  I think he was always afraid of 
getting caught again.  I did run into Earl about 6 years ago and he is 
now happily married.

I repeated my performance on Mike and Steve a few more times over the 
next year.  Steve was finally able to cum, but I never did taste the cum 
from either boy.  Finally their family moved away and I never saw them 
again.

When I was seven years old, my mother was diagnosed with a neurological 
disease and was in and out of the hospital.  During the next year and a 
half, I spent most of my time at friends houses or with a baby-sitter.   
At some point during this time, I started to become friends with the 
neighbor boy who was 15 years old.  Marc had two older brothers that 
were 17 and 18, but I didn't really ever talk to them.  At the time I 
didn't think anything about the fact that he was willing to spend so 
much time with me, I just thought he was cool, but looking back I wonder 
why my parents never thought anything about a 15 year old boy spending 
so much time with a 7 year old boy.  Guess they were as nieve as me.

Marc would always come out and talk to me any time he would see me 
playing in the back yard.  He would spend hours, playing in the sandbox 
or on the jungle gym and seemed to enjoy playing my games, even though 
there were kids his age around.  

On night we were wondering through the woods and I had to pee.  I said 
"wait here, I have to go pee" and I turned to walked off the path. Marc 
followed me into the woods and said "Yeah, I have to go too".  With that 
he opened his fly and pulled out his dick.  It tried not to look, but I 
had to.  His was even bigger then Mikes had been.  I watched as he 
started to pee and a huge stream if pee arched from his opening.  "I 
thought you had to pee?" He stated.  "Oh yeah,... sorry" I stammered.  I 
unzipped my pants and pulled out my small boy dick and started to pee.  
I looked over at this dick and watched as his stream of piss stopped.  
He shook it a couple times, but instead of putting it away, just let it 
hang out.  Finally I stopped peeing and started to put my dick away, but 
I was still staring at his dick.

"You ever seen a dick this big before" Marc asked.  "Sure, lots" I 
answered, wanting to sound grownup. "Really who?" he asked. Now what, if 
I didn't say anyone, he would think I was a liar, if I said anyone, he 
might find out about what had happened.  "My father" I answered. "He 
doesn't count" "Oh, ummm--well--ummm--." "see you've never seen one have 
you".  By now he was beginning to play with it and I could see it was 
getting harder and bigger.  "Yeah.  Mike and Steve" "Really" "Yep, 
several times" "Why did you see them." "They just showed me, in their 
fort, but they made me promise not to tell" "You do anything else" "Like 
what" "I don't know, you ever see them get hard" "Yeah, they used to 
look at magazines and they would get hard".  By now his dick was 
completely hard and sticking out from his pants.  "Anything else" 
"No--well--ummm--I guess, I ummm, well, I saw them ummm--cum too" 
"Really?  Did you like that" "It was okay, I guess" "You want to see me 
cum?" "I don't care".  By now my little dick was rock hard, I was going 
to see Marc cum too.

"How did they cum?" Marc asked.  "What do you mean?" "Did they jack 
off?" "Jack off? what's that?" "Like this".  With that, Marc started 
stroking his dick. "No, not that" "Oh?  how then?" "They just did" "You 
can JUST cum" "You can't" "No" "Oh, well--. Ummm--they, well--" "What, did 
they have sex?" "No" "Well how then?" "Well, I guess that I--well I 
kind of--uhh--kind of sucked them" "You what?" "Well, they kind of made 
me" "They made you" "Yeah, or they were gonna beat me up" "Those 
assholes, well good thing they moved or I'd have to beat them up."

I knew that I had told him something I shouldn't have and now he was 
mad. This made me scared that he was going to tell someone or something 
worse, what ever could be worse.  I started to cry.  "Why are you 
crying?" Marc asked, taking his hand off his dick for the first time and 
placing it on my shoulder. "Because" "Because why?" "Because your mad 
and now your gonna tell and I'm gonna get in trouble" "I'm not gonna 
tell and I'm not mad at you, I'm mad that they forced you to do that" 
"So, you won't tell my parents!" "No, never".  With that reassurance, I 
stopped crying and just stood there.  For the first time since this 
whole conversation started I noticed that Marc was still standing there 
in front of me with his dick sticking out of his pants.  There was one 
small drop of liquid on the tip of his dick, just like Mike used to get 
when I sucked him.

Marc looked at me for a second longer and then placed his other hand on 
my other shoulder and pulled me to him and gave me a hug.  I could feel 
his dick pressed against my stomach. "You are my friend and I would 
never do anything to hurt you.  I was just upset that someone else hurt 
you.  Are you okay now". I could feel his dick begin to get harder again 
while he was pressed against me.  "Yeah, I'm okay" and I stepped back a 
little, just enough to see his dick.  Without even thinking about it, I 
grabbed his dick and got on my knees and started sucking him.

"Ohhhhh man, don't" Marc stuttered.  But I kept sucking.  He pushed me 
back slightly pulling himself from my mouth. "You don't have to do this, 
I'm not like them." "I want to" "Really?" "Yes, unless you don't like 
it" "No, it feels great, I just don't want you to do anything you don't 
want". Before he said another word, I put my mouth back on his dick and 
continued sucking.  I continued sucking for several minutes, until I 
could feel him tensing up and I knew, like Mike, that ment he was going 
to cum.  In all the times I had sucked Mike, I never let him cum in my 
mouth, although he always wanted to.  But, with Marc, I wanted to do it 
for him.  "Ohhhh, I'm gonna cum, you better stop".  I just kept sucking. 
"You better stop or I'm gonna cum in your mouth".  I just kept sucking.  
A second later, Marc pushed his dick farther into my mouth and I felt 
the first burst of cum enter my mouth.  "Ohhhhh  man". Marc kept 
cumming.  There was no way I could hold it all in my mouth.  I swallowed 
all I could, but a lot still ran out of my mouth.  After Marc finished 
cumming, I stood up.

"Thanks, why did you do that?" "I don't know, I just wanted to" "Did you 
like doing it?" Marc asked. "Yes" I responded.  As we were talking Marc 
used his fingers to wide the cum from my chin and wiped it on his pants.  
"Well, I really liked you doing it too" "Cool".  Marc and I slowly 
walked from the woods back toward the houses. "Well, its late I really 
should head home" I said.  "Yeah , me too, thanks again, you going to be 
out tomorrow night" "Yeah" "Okay I'll look for you".  With that Marc ran 
toward his house and I walked into mine.

Over the next two months Marc and I repeated our encounter several 
times.  Marc really enjoyed me sucking him and I really enjoyed making 
him happy.  During this same time my mother became sicker and sicker and 
was spending more time in the hospital.  My father was having a harder 
time knowing what to do with me.  Not only did I need a babysitter after 
school, but he often worked late and wouldn't get home until after 11:00 
at night.

After several months of shuffling me from neighbor to neighbor my father 
decided to try to find a babysitter that could come to the house every 
night and stay until he got home.  After talking to several people, I 
suggested that he let Marc do it.  Marc would like the money.  He spent 
most nights playing with me anyway.  His parents were right next door, 
in case of an emergency.  After thinking about it, my father called 
Marc's parents and asked if it would be okay with them.  They agreed and 
thought it would be good for Marc too.  Marc quickly agreed to the idea, 
now he would make money for spending time with me.

The first night after school, Marc met me as soon as I got off the bus.  
We walked to my house and went inside.  Inside, Marc made us a snack and 
turned on the TV.  He said that I would have to watch TV while he did 
his homework and that we could play after he was finished.  I watched 
cartoons until 5:00 when Marc decided to make dinner.  I went out to 
help him and together we made our first dinner.  After dinner we went 
outside and played until it was almost time for me to go to bed.  Marc 
said that I had to take a bath before I could go to bed, so I ran 
upstairs and started the water.  Before I could even get undressed, Marc 
walked into the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.  "I'm gonna help you" "I can take a 
bath on my own" "Well, I just want to help" "Okay I guess".  With that 
Marc started to remove my clothes.  When I was naked I climbed into the 
tub.  Marc sat on the edge of the tub and helped me wash myself.  He 
paid special attention to my butt and my dick.  He continued to soap up 
my dick several times until it was hard.  Then he told me to stand up in 
the tub.  He had me turn around and he soaped up my butt, running his 
hands over it.  It felt really good to have his soapy hands rubbing my 
butt and dick.  I could feel him pull my butt checks apart and he 
fingered my hole. "Gotta make sure your good and clean" he said.  After 
a few minutes if this attention, he had me sit down.  When I turned 
around to sit, I could see a big bulge in his pants.

"You hard?" I asked him.  "Yeah I guess" "You like touching me like 
that?" "Yeah I  guess I do" "Cool, I liked it too" I said pointing to my 
hard dick. With that Marc told me to get out and dry off, so I did.  
After I was dry, I ran into my room and put on my PJ's.  Marc helped me 
climb into bed and gave me a kiss goodnight.  

"Marc, will you stay in here a little while with me" "Sure, I guess".  
So Marc climbed onto my bed and laid next to me.  After several minutes 
of silence I asked Marc "Marc, ummm--can I ask you something?" "Sure, 
anything" "Are you a faggot?" "WHAT?" "Well, ummm--see Mike and Steve 
told me that if you like boys then your a faggot and I think you like 
me" "Well, I'm not a faggot" "Then why did you get hard when you were 
washing me?" "I don't know, look I'm going to go downstairs, lets not 
talk about this again."  With that, Marc left my room and went 
downstairs.

Marc had no more then turned his back and I started crying.  Now I had 
really messed things up.  Marc was mad at me and he would probably stop 
watching me and he would never let me suck on him again. I cried for 
about five minutes, until I got up the nerve to go downstairs.  I slowly 
walked down the stairs and into the family room.  Marc was sitting on 
the couch watching television. 

"Marc" "WHAT!" he yelled. That made me cry even harder and I turned and 
ran upstairs and jumped back in bed.  I was crying so hard that I didn't 
even hear Marc walk into the room, until his hand touched my shoulder.

"Hey--what's wrong?" "I--I--didn't want to make you mad" "I'm not mad 
at you" "but you ... yelled at me" "I'm sorry, I wasn't really yelling at 
you" "but you looked so--mad".  Marc sat down on the edge of my bed and 
put his arm around me. "You see, I was mad that you accused me of being 
a faggot, thats not a very nice thing to say about someone" "I'm really 
sorry, I guess I don't understand all of this, I thought you liked me 
and if you did you are a faggot, right" "Well, its not that easy.  See, 
faggot is a slang term and it is used in very mean ways to hurt people.  
A better word is gay or homosexual.  When you call someone faggot you 
are implying a negative thing." "So, does that mean your gay" "Well, 
thats another reason I got mad.  I think I am, but I don't want to be" 
"You don't want to like me" "No, its not that at all, its just that most 
people don't like gay people and if my friends found out they wouldn't 
like me" "I'd still like you" "I know and I'm glad, but I need a few 
friends my age too" "Oh, I don't really understand, but I won't ever say 
faggot again".

Marc laid down next to me and gave me a big hug.  I kissed him on the 
check and said "I'm glad you not mad at me any more" "So am I, but 
listen, you can't tell anyone what I told you.  If you do, I wouldn't be 
able to see you ever again." "Okay, I'll never tell".  Marc just smiled 
and put his head next to mine.  We lay quietly for several minutes when 
Marc said "Can I get under the blanket with you" "Sure".  So Marc stood 
up and remove his shirt and jeans and climbed into my bed.  I curled up 
against Marc and laid my head against his chest.  He seemed so big and 
strong, his chest was hard, he hard dark patches of hair under his arms 
and a small amount of hair from his belly button to his crotch.  I felt 
so safe laying there next to him.

We didn't say a word for several minutes, then I started to feel his 
dick getting hard against my side.  He continued to get harder and 
harder, so I reached down and rubbed him through his underwear.  He slid 
over slightly and arched his back, giving me better access to him dick.  
He must have been almost six inches long and and inch and a half wide.  
I stuck my hand under his underwear and started rubbing his dick 
directly, until I could feel the precum forming on the head.  I looked 
at him and said "can I suck it?" "please" was all he said, so I pulled 
back the blanket, removed his underwear and took his dick in my mouth.  
While I was sucking him he began playing with my butt the way he did in 
the bathroom.  He was spreading my cheeks apart and rubbing my hole.  He 
asked "Do you have any lotion?" "In the bathroom, why?" "I want to do 
something" "What?" "You'll see".  With that he got up and walked to the 
bathroom.

When he returned, he laid back down on his back with his dick sticking 
straight up at me.  I quickly took his dick back in my mouth.  He 
squirted some lotion in his hand and rubbed some onto my ass and dick.  
It felt sooo good.  He continued to rub the lotion onto my little dick 
and into my asshole.  Slowly he started to stick his finger in my ass.  
At first it was a little uncomfortable, but slowly I got used to it.  I 
continued to suck on his dick.  He seemed to be producing more precum 
then normal, which I really liked.  Finally he said "Climb on my stomach 
and face me".  So I did, sitting on his hard stomach.  He began playing 
with my dick and then he started kissing me.  This was the first kiss I 
had ever had, other then family pecks.  At first it seemed strange, but 
then began sticking his tongue in my mouth and I was beginning to enjoy 
it.  He broke the kiss and said "I want you to sit on my dick and put it 
into your ass, they way my finger was" "But that will hurt, your finger 
is smaller" "True, but if you go slow it will be okay".  So I tried and 
for several minutes I tried to get it into my hole, but he was just to 
big.  I really wanted to, but I couldn't. 

Marc said that it was okay.  He rolled me over on my stomach and got 
between my legs.  He placed his dick into my ass crack, which was slick 
from all the lotion and rubbed against me for several minutes until he 
came all over my ass and back.  He used his finger to pick up some of 
his cum and brought it to my lips.  I quickly lick the cum from his 
finger, savoring the masculine flavor.  "That was great" he said.  "I 
really love your cute butt" he added.  "Marc, I really love you" I said.  
He paused for a minute and said "I love you too.".

Marc helped me cleanup and he returned downstairs to wait for my father.

Marc continue to watch me for the next year, spending 4-5 days each week 
with me.  Or explorations continued too.  I continued to suck him every 
time I could, because that was my favorite thing, but we tried other 
things.  He really liked licking my asshole after I took my bath.  Lots 
of times he would help me bathe and then he would turn me around and 
lick my asshole while he played with his dick.  He had me try licking 
his ass a few times and it was okay, but I preferred his dick.  He tried 
to fuck me a few more times, but we were never successful at it, he was 
just too big.  He had me try to fuck him, but my dick was still too 
small to really do it, but sometimes he would have me stick things in 
his butt, while I sucked him.  Most of all he would lay in bed with me 
at night after he came and hold me in his arms until I fell asleep.

Shortly after my eighth birthday my family moved and I never saw Marc 
again.


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