Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 23:0:34 -0500
From: Jesse Fonda <jf2411@bellsouth.net>
Subject: A 9-Year-Olds Tale

This is a story of a 9-year-old boy seducing a straight
16-year-old boy. If you don't approve or are too young
please move on.

Although I had a Hero as a kid we never had sex of any
kind. This story is a fantasy.  I, in no way approve of,
or condone teenagers and young children having sex or
adults having sex with minors.

If you read and like my first story please let me know.


     "A 9-Year-Olds Tale"


     I was 9 when I started messing around with my
friend Chris's big brother John. John was the best older kid
in the neighborhood. He was never mean (He would play games
with us). He was smart (He knew a lot about different stuff
like what poison ivy looked like). He was brave (He'd catch
tadpoles, frogs and even snakes in the creek in the woods).
He was mature (He had his own pocket knife). He was tall,
about 5'9", slim with broad shoulders and chest. He had dark
hair in a buzz cut with soft brown eyes, full lips and a
warm smile. He taught me a lot and would never let anything
bad happen to a little kid like me. John was 16 and my hero.
Chris was 11. They had 3 sisters. It was 1954.

     It all started when I accidentally saw an old guy's
hairy balls at the beach the summer before. (I rolled over
and looked right up the leg of his bathing suit and it had
no liner and there they were). I was 8 then.

     The next spring, when I was 9, I asked Chris about
hairy balls. We were playing in his barn. He had a set of
toy soldiers and I had a set of toy cowboys & Indians. We
both had trucks too. He told me bigger boys had "pubic
hair". I could tell that this was not a subject he wanted to
pursue. He reluctantly said he didn't have any pubic hair
when I asked him, but told me his brother had a lot. Then I
dropped it and we went back to playing. When John came into
the barn about 20 minutes later I asked him if I could see
his pubic hair. He shrugged and said "Sure" and he showed
me. I could also see a line of hair that disappeared up
under his shirt just above his navel and most of his, to me,
enormous dick. The head was hidden behind the band of his
briefs. I immediately lost interest in pubic hair. I wanted
to see his entire dick.

     A week or two later the three of us were playing in the
woods. Chris left to go home to piss. Chris never pissed
outside like the rest of the neighborhood kids. He was a
strange kid.

     John said he needed to piss too. I followed him over to
some bushes and told him I wanted to watch. He jokingly
asked if I wanted to hold it for him too. He didn't seem to
mind too much when I reached over and took ahold of him.
When he was done pissing he told me to shake it off and then
while I started to squeeze a little he began to get hard. I
was amazed and probably said something stupid. He showed me
how to hold it with my hand wrapped around it instead of
just with 2 fingers and thumb like I was doing. He told me
to move it up and down. When I did, he laughed and said
"No, like this" and placed his hand over mine and showed me
how to `rub' my hand up and down his dick instead of
moving his dick up and down like I was doing. I `rubbed' him
about twenty times. Then he made me stop because Chris might
come back.

     He told me it felt great.

     A few weeks later John and I were alone again in the
woods. This time Chris had slipped off a rock into the creek
and got his foot wet half way to his knee, so he went home
to change. John and I went back by the big tree.

     It was the tallest tree in the woods. Around the trunk
was just bare dirt, but further away it was soft grass. At
the drip line grew thick bushes about ten feet tall, filled
with wild roses, raspberries and other nasty things with
pickers. We had a place where you could crawl through by
going around the stalks and under the picker stuff. It was a
safe place because you could hear someone coming long before
they knew you were there if you were relatively quiet.

     He asked if I remembered how to 'rub' it. "Of course" I
said. (It was number one at the top of my list of things to
do again). He took it out and let me 'rub' it for awhile.
Then we walked back near the creek to wait for Chris. We
waited for twenty or thirty minutes. Then gave up on him.

     John said we should go back by the big tree. We would
hear Chris if he came back. I was surprised when he said
we should take off our pants and underwear.

     We were playing with each other, mostly me with him,
while lying in the soft grass. He was giving me directions
like slower, tighter, faster, looser, more near the top. He
showed me how to place my top finger so it rubbed right on
the underside just below the head when I noticed some clear
sticky stuff on my finger and without thinking about it,
licked it off.

     It tasted sweet (not as sweet as honeysuckle nectar but
if you don't know about that it's not worth explaining) and
I leaned closer and saw another drop form on John's big dick
right at the piss slit. After scooping it up on my finger
and popping in my mouth, another drop formed and I leaned
over and licked it off. John told me that felt really great
and since I would do anything to please him I soon had the
head of his dick in my mouth licking and sucking to see if I
could get more of the sweet sticky stuff to come out. If
John said something felt great I would try to remember to do
it again and better or longer and faster, anything to get
him to say he was pleased with me.

     John made me stop after a short while. I couldn't
understand why I had to stop but we put our clothes back on
and we went back up to his house and I went home shortly
after that.

     (Chris's Mom caught him sneaking in with a wet shoe,
sock and pants and made him stay in the house for the rest
of the day. She was a lot stricter than my Mom.)

     Over the next few weeks I was able to get John to let
me suck his beautiful big dick a few more times and I even
managed to get it all in my mouth. He was about 5 1/2 inches
long and not too big around, which was a lot bigger than
mine then, but not now. I also licked his balls one day and
could get one in my mouth at a time, but not both. He made
it very clear that that hurt. (He had the biggest low
hanging balls that I ever saw).
      He never would let me suck it for very long though and
one day I demanded to know why I had to stop when I wanted
to just keep doing it. I was a bratty little kid, I guess.
Finally he explained what would happen if I did.

     Of course I wanted to see the white, creamy stuff
squirt out of his dick (I was thinking filling from a cream
filled doughnut) and he finally agreed to let me suck until
it was ready to squirt, then he would let me 'rub' it with
my hand. It went all over his chest, stomach, pubic hair and
my hand. (He could shoot as much as anyone I've ever seen).
I licked some off my hand. It didn't taste anything like the
filling in a cream filled doughnut but it wasn't too bad,
sort of like medicine, good at first but with a funny
aftertaste. I licked up most of it. He was probably
surprised but I really wasn't paying attention to his face.
I handed him my big red cowboy handkerchief to use to the
clean up the rest. He folded it and gave it back. I slept
that night with it stuffed down my underwear. It was still a
little damp and I thought it would help me to grow pubic
hair faster. What can I say? I was 9.

     We did this again about a week later.

     The 3rd time we did it I was thinking that it was kind
of dumb to have him squirt all over the place and then have
to lick it all off him so when he told me it was ready to
squirt I just kept sucking. He realized what I intended to
do pretty quickly and asked "Are you sure?" I didn't even
bother to answer because I would have had to stop and about
a minute later he almost drowned me.

     My mouth just wasn't big enough for his dick and all
that cream at the same time and I wasn't about to let any
leak out so I kept my lips as tight as I could around his
dick. It even spurted out my nose. I just forgot to swallow.
I let go finally, swallowed and sniffed it up my nose and
swallowed again. In the mean time he was still squirting on
my face so when I went back down on him to get the last
little bit oozing out I was a mess, but he wiped my face off
with his finger and put it in my mouth so I could lick it
all up. He laughed and said "That was quite a big snack for
a little Squirt like you" After that he always called me
Squirt even in front of other people. After awhile I stopped
being embarrassed. We called doing it "having a snack" as in
"Do you want a snack, Squirt?"

      I never said no.

     This all took place from sometime about the beginning
of April until the end of June. There was one Saturday
around the end of May or the first part of June that I went
down to see if Chris could come out to play but John was the
only one home. Chris, the sisters, and their parents had
gone into the city for shopping or something. John and I
went up to his room took all our clothes off and fooled
around all afternoon. I had learned to swallow as he
squirted his hot white cream into my mouth by this time.

     That was the day I was lying between John's legs
licking under his balls after I had licked all the important
stuff. He pulled his legs up with his feet flat on the bed
and rose up a little. It was the first time I ever saw an
ass hole. Except for my baby sister when Mom changed her and
I couldn't get away fast enough. I had 3 younger sisters. He
said he took a shower just before I got there so he was
clean. Although I was reluctant to do it, I licked around it
and finally licked his hairy hole.

     I should say at this point that I loved the way John
smelled. Some times he smelled a little sweaty or musky but
with an undertone of soap. Mostly he smelled fresh and
clean. He always tasted great too.

     After I had a "snack" I was laying on top of him. I
loved the feel of my little balls nestled snuggly in his
pubic hair, my hard dick against his belly and my cheek
rubbing against the little patch of hair on his chest. (I
still prefer men with body hair). I had already learned that
in this position I could lick his chest and nipples. His
nipples would get hard and I would gently suck them. This
always got him hard again quicker and I could have two
"snacks" in the same afternoon. As I was doing this I
guessed John was daydreaming as he gently moved his hands
over my back down to my butt and back up because I felt his
hands stay on my butt longer than usual. Then he spread my
butt cheeks and started to play around with my ass hole. It
felt good so I didn't say anything and besides I had licked
his and put my tongue into it.  He pulled his finger away
and put it in my mouth to get it wet then went back and
slowly eased his finger into me up to the second knuckle. As
he slowly rotated it around it felt great and I could feel
his hardening dick against the area between my legs.

       I was soon sucking and licking his wonderful hard
dick again.

     When I got home, after dinner I went upstairs to the
bathroom and took a hand mirror and looked at my ass hole
for the first time. In the next couple of days I used the
mirror to watch myself poop. When I was taking a bath I
played with my ass hole. With some soap and pushing out like
when I pooped to make it open up a little, I was able to get
two fingers in most of the way. I started to wonder if John
could put his dick in me but then thought he would probably
think it was nasty. If he would put it in could he squirt
his hot cream inside me? Would I feel his big dick squirting
cream into me? My little dick got hard thinking about it.
Was it possible????

     Chris's 12th birthday was around the 4th of July.

     He got a tent for a gift from his parents and he, John
and their dad set it up down past the end of the vegetable
garden, close to the edge of the woods. About as far from
the house as you could get and still be on their property.
After Chris explained to me all the wonderful features of
the new tent and showed how to sit in the tent with your
feet outside, take off your shoes and swivel around on your
butt so dirt wouldn't get inside. (Chris was a strange kid
but had a wonderful big brother to play with), he said that
he and John were going to sleep in the tent that night and I
could too, if I wanted. I won't go into all the details about
getting permission, but when Mom told me to take a bath
before supper I just knew that she figured my Dad would say
yes when he got home from work.

      It didn't hurt that my Dad was into hunting and
fishing and was glad his son was starting to follow in his
footsteps with the outdoorsy stuff.

     So I started down the road after dinner with my blanket
and some old quilts that my Dad had helped me roll up and
tie like a cowboy bedroll. (He did most of it). I sure was
into cowboys and Indians so the bedroll was a big deal. When
I walked into Chris and John's backyard after dinner, about
six O'clock, John was just coming out the back door. We
walked down to the tent and untied and unrolled my stuff.
John said "You didn't bring a pillow but that's ok we
can share mine". (I told you John was really great) As it
turned out my blanket was flannel and his was a scratchy
army one so we spread mine out and put his on top.

     I was happy. We would be sharing a pillow and blankets.


     I helped John gather some green sticks and helped hold
them while John sharpened them with his pocketknife for
marshmallows. Chris and his Dad had started a fire and their
sisters and Mom brought out the stuff to make s'mores. We
played tag and hide-and-seek till the fire was ready and we
all had a great time. After eating their Mom took the girls
inside and 'us guys' sat at the picnic table and listened to
their Dad tell stories about Korea, sleeping in tents and
stuff. When it was almost dark he said we boys should be
getting to bed and don't make a lot of noise and fool around
all night. We promised we wouldn't and trooped off to our
'camping site'.

     We all sat at the edge of the tent floor and took our
shoes off. Chris generously said we could put our shoes inside
if we were sure they were clean. John banged his together and
put them in the corner and took my cleaned shoes and put
them with his. We then rotated our feet into the tent and
John started to take his shirt off and I did the same. Chris
was tying the flaps shut and zipping up the mosquito netting
as John and I continued to strip to our underwear. I handed
each of my things to John and he piled them with his. When
Chris turned around and realized we were undressed he said,
"What are you doing? You can't take your clothes off
outside"

     John calmly explained, we weren't outside. We were in
the tent. Chris said "but the tent's outside. You shouldn't
do that". John explained that no one could see us in the
tent and 'we' undressed every night before going to bed
and 'we' weren't going to sleep in 'our' clothes and Chris
could do as he wanted but he should take off his belt with
the cowboy boot shaped buckle so he wouldn't stick himself
if he rolled over. (I told you Chris was a strange kid).
While Chris sat thinking about what to do John and I got
under 'our' blankets and he told me to move closer so we
could both share the pillow. John was lying on his left side
facing me and I snuggled as close as I could so my shoulder
was against his chest and with my leg touching his. Chris
got under his blanket dressed. I don't know what he did
about the belt buckle, said "good night" and turned his back
to us. We answered "goodnight" and I slipped my hand into
John's briefs, took ahold of his dick and held him while he
got hard and I began 'rubbing' his dick.

     He soon pulled my hand out, placed it on my belly and
whispered in my ear "go to sleep". I was tired. It was way
past my normal bedtime and I must have fallen asleep
immediately.

     Someone was gently shaking me. Something was on my
lips. It was pitch black. I slowly realized where I was. It
was John's finger over my lips to let me know to be quiet. I
shook my head up and down a little to let him know I
understood. His finger moved away and he put his hand on my
chest and slowly moved it down and did my favorite thing
next to 'having a snack'.

     His hand slid under the waistband of my briefs and he
cupped my dick and balls and slowly began to rub me. It was
best if he let me lick his palm first but I wasn't
complaining. After a few minutes he removed his hand and
eased my briefs down and then off. I rolled toward him and
tried to get as close as possible. He put his left arm under
my head and gently pulled me tight against him and put his
right arm around me. I searched for his nipple with my mouth
and soon could feel his naked hard dick pressing against me
as his hand moved slowly down my back to my butt and back up
several times. I kissed his chest. He squeezed me tighter. I
would do anything to make him happy.

     He slowly released me and rolled me over so that my
back was to him, again putting his arms around me and
pulling me close. I felt his hard dick against my butt
crack. It felt great. I thought about it pressing into me.
Would it work? Does he want to? Would he think it was nasty?
I wiggled up a little and he nestled into my butt crack a
little deeper and began rubbing against me. Oh! He was going
to do it. I wiggled up a little more. The head of it was
sliding right across my ass hole. It felt so good. I felt it
begin to get slippery. He kept rubbing it against me. He was
driving me crazy. Why doesn't he slide it into me? He just
kept rubbing against me. Finally I couldn't stand it any
more. I pulled my butt away, reached behind me and took
ahold of his dick, bent it down, rubbed the end against me
to get even more slippery and pushed back. Nothing happened.

     What was wrong? I thought for a second, pushed out and
pressed back again. I guess I got carried away. It went in
about an inch. I'm not sure if it was John or I that gasped,
maybe both of us. Please don't let him pull away, I thought.
What was he thinking? Does he want to do this? Does he think
I'm a nasty, filthy, terrible little kid?

      We stayed still, not moving for about a minute though
it seemed a lot longer. I pushed again more gently and felt
myself slowly stretch around him as he moved into me. I
think about 2 inches now. It was working but I still had no
idea what he was thinking. I pushed back again and some more
of his dick slid in. It felt incredible as my ass slowly
filled with my favorite plaything. I slowly pulled away a
little and eased back again, then again and again each time
it moved in a little farther. I felt John begin to move with
me, He was ok! He wasn't mad at me, or anything! We moved
like this for a short while until we figured out
instinctively that we needed to move opposite to each other.
Finally it was working, as I pulled forward he pulled back.
When he pushed forward, I pushed back. Each time his
beautiful big dick went in deeper. I wiggled some to see if
more would go into me. He put his hand on my stomach just
above my hard little dick and pressed me tight against him.
The last bit went in. It was completely up inside me.

      We began to move again and I could feel him moving in
and out. We were moving only about an inch each but that
caused his dick to slide back and forth two inches inside
me. It felt wonderful and we increased the length of the
stroke. I think I was moaning softly by this time. John
nuzzled against my neck and kissed me just below my ear. He
did like it! After about 10 minutes he whispered, "Are you
sure" I didn't have to answer. He wasn't asking a question.
I knew he was telling me he was going to squirt his thick
hot cream inside me and I already knew that he knew I wanted
him to. A minute later I could feel it begin. I was totally
amazed that I could feel each squirt. I counted six. I knew
from experience that some cream just sort of ran out at
first, and then about three big squirts then five or six
diminishing ones in my mouth. But six big squirts! He really
did like it!

     I knew that no little 9-year-old boy had ever been
happier.

     I must have fallen right to sleep because I don't
remember him pulling it out of me. The next thing I knew he
was rolling me onto my left side, put his arms around me and
pulled me back against him as his dick slid slowly back
inside me. He really, really likes it! He was going to do it
again! We again worked together and about fifteen minutes
later he began to pump more cream inside me. This time I
felt him begin to soften and he slipped out even though I
squeezed tight to keep him in. It was an awful feeling. I
felt so empty. I felt tears well up as I fell back to sleep.

     The next time I woke up it seemed a little lighter. I
could distinguish Chris's form. John had his arms around me
and was gently cupping my dick and balls, gently rubbing,
the palm of his hand slippery with his saliva. He was
nuzzling my neck with his soft, full lips. I felt so warm
and protected. Then I realized he was moving inside me. I
was sure I could hear a squish each time he pressed his dick
deep into me. Chris let out a deep sigh and rolled onto his
back. I thought, Chris, please don't wake up. Not now, Not
before John squirts in me.

     Chris sat up and moved toward the front of the tent and
began to unzip the netting. John quietly asked, "Chris,
where are you going?" " To the bathroom", Chris answered as
he untied the tent flaps.  "Well! Try to be quiet. Don't
wake up everyone in the house". As Chris began to retie the
tent flaps from outside. John said "Don't tie the
flaps, 'Squirt' won't be able to get out if he wakes up and
has to piss". Chris turned and left. John never stopped. His
dick continued to move inside me during the whole time. (He
was so cool). In a few minutes I felt his cream begin to
fill me to overflowing. Shortly he slid out and that
terrible empty feeling overwhelmed me again. (I still hate
that part). He pushed the blankets down and rolled away then
back with some tissues. (I told you he was smart). He gently
wiped my butt dry and then his dick, and then pulled the
covers back over us. He leaned over and lovingly kissed me
on the lips. It was the first time he ever did that and said
"Try to go back to sleep, 'Squirt'. I never heard Chris come
back.

     So much for not fooling around all night!

     The next time I woke up it was full light. Chris was
already up and out or maybe he never came back. I turned my
head toward John. He was looking at his watch but noticed me
looking at him. He smiled and said it was time to get up.
"It's almost eight O'clock". He leaned down and kissed me
again. He said, "I can't believe you let me fuck you".
"What" I said, "What's that?"

I had never heard that word before. "Fuck" he repeated,
"It's what we did last night".

	I said, "I didn't know it had a name, but I liked it a lot.
Did you?" He gave me an enormous grin, nodded his head and
asked me if I could meet him by the big tree after lunch.

	"Sure! Will you fuck me again?" I asked. He just smiled
and told me to hurry and get dressed.

     As much as I try I can't remember any pain that night
but I realized my butt was sore while I was walking home so
went up to the bathroom as soon as I could and looked at my
ass hole in the hand mirror, it looked red and swollen. I
knew Mom used Vaseline on the baby's butt for diaper rash
when it looked red so I went and got some and put in on my
ass hole in the downstairs bathroom. It felt better after a
while.

     I met John after lunch. I was there first. He crawled
in through the thick bushes and stood up and hugged me then
went down on one knee and asked, as he started to unbutton
my shirt, "Do you still want me to fuck you?"

	I said "yes".

	He fucked me doggie style. John undressed me, pushed down
his pants and briefs, told me to kneel down with my back
facing him and gently pushed me down on all fours. He placed
his dick against my hole grabbed my hips and pulled me back
all the way onto his dick in one long slow pull. Thank
goodness for that Vaseline.

     We eventually learned to use spit, hand cream or
Vaseline. That's the trouble with putting two innocent boys
together, neither knows about all these little details or
exactly what to do.

     He fucked me nearly every day it didn't rain during the
rest of July and August, until we went back to school. We
got really good at ditching Chris but we both felt guilty.
Chris was a great kid, just straight laced and uptight. I
loved to have John fuck me but missed having the taste of
his cream in my mouth so sometimes he just let me have a
'snack'. Sometimes I got fucked twice the same day.
Sometimes I had a 'snack' then got fucked. At least twice he
fucked me three times in one day not counting that first
night. We also slept in the tent a few more times.

     One time Chris got sick in the afternoon we were
supposed to sleep out, so John and I had the tent to
ourselves. It was great. John lay back on about six quilts
and I sat on his dick. I bounced on his dick for a while
then we rolled over so I was under him. I wrapped my legs
around his waist and my arms around his back. His dick was
deeper inside me than ever before and I loved the feel of
his weight on top of me. (The Missionary position is still
my favorite but now I can cum when I get fucked).

     I also had a 'snack' that night then got fucked again.

     I told you John would never let anything bad happen to
a little kid like me.

     After school started it was much harder for us to get
together. We managed twice in September and once in October.
Then it got too cold and the leaves were falling.  John got
his driver's license, an after school job, an old car and a
girlfriend. The week after school let out in June they all
moved into town, about three miles away. I saw him once more
after that when I snuck off on my bike but Chris was there
also so John couldn't fuck me.

     I kept that red cowboy handkerchief in the bottom of my
sock drawer for years.

     I squirted my own cream for the first time about 2
months before my 12th birthday but never as much as John.

      I didn't suck another dick until I was twelve and a
half and I didn't get fucked again until just after my
fifteenth birthday, but those stories are for another time.