Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2008 21:00:41 -0500
From: J. S. <dzd_n_cnfzd@hotmail.com>
Subject: Oh the Stories I Could Tell part 1

This first story has a little girl in it.  That will be the only one in
this series.  It will definitely be Boy-Boy.  Comments and constructive
criticism welcome.


Oh The Stories I Could Tell
By: JB


When did I realize I was gay...  I can't remember not being gay.  This is a
true story, or at least to the best of my recollection--I will change the
names but that will be it.  Lets start off with how it all started.  My
parents had me and named me Jeff (true).  I was born in the early seventies
and spent the next 11 years on various military bases.  My story is going
to start slow and I'm sorry but I want to try to explain how I became what
I am.  Most of the stories on Nifty are fantasy--nothing like what I went
through in life.  I'm not going to try to tell how kids looked like so long
ago--it will get much better once I work through how I became what I am.

The first time I ever did anything sexual was when I was about 6.  In those
days our parents would kick us out of the house unless the weather was
terrible so we played outside and played hard.  I can't remember one kid
you would call obese--there was no computer or video games to play we had
to use imagination and usually alot of running.  Anyway, I had one brother
three years older than I and like any little brother, I usually tried to
follow him around.  One day I was looking for him and ran into 2 of his
friends.  I asked them if they knew where he was and was told he was their
secret fort--the boys said they started a secret club.  They were older
than both my brother and I as I was 6 and one boy, Shawn, had a slight
mustache (looking more like dirt) and the other, Scott, was big for his
age--tall and husky.  I remember now, they were 12.  They told me I could
join the club if I could pass the initiation.  Now you know I was excited
about joining the club Being so young and I followed them into the woods
for a ways.  We all stopped and Scott told me if I wanted to join the club,
I would have to lick both their wienies.

I didn't think anything was wrong or weird--I know I didn't get sexually
excited but it was still exciting.  So Shawn unbuttons his jeans and pulls
the front of his pants down.  I would occasionally shower with my dad when
he was in town so the boy's pecker didn't seem huge--it was bigger than
mine but I didn't get overexcited about it.  I'd say it was about 3 1/2"
and about as big around as a quarter and I remember that it was hard but
that had no impact either.  He had a little bush pubes that were brown. a
small dark patch--I'd say he'd started puberty about 6-8 months earlier.
He pointed his wienie toward my face...  "Do want me to put it in my
mouth?" I asked.  "Nope, just lick it" "How many times?"  "Three" "Are you
guys gonna do it too?"  "Nah we already did it before.  You only get
initiated once."  I remember the way it felt like it happened yesterday.  I
moved slowly toward it and licked the tip.  He tasted a little musty and it
was soft and hard at the same time.  On the second and third one I moved my
tongue from the base to the tip.  He didn't moan and sway.  No shivering.
Once I did it he pulled his pants up and watched me do it to Scott.

The bigger kid, pulled his pants down and guess what?  His body was growing
all around his dick but it was holding out.  He had no hair and was about
2" and the size of a nickel.  I gave him three good licks one on each side
and on the bottom from his balls to the tip and I know I liked his better.
It tasted different--sweeter but still soft and hard.  I know I enjoyed it,
enjoyed the excitement.  I wonder what thrill they got out of it--I can't
believe it was sexual--but maybe...

Anyways, thats it.  It didn't go any further but it was enough.  They told
me they had to go home for lunch and I could meet them after and we would
go to my bro.

Now--what happened next will blow your mind.  I honestly didn't think we
had done anything bad.  I didn't know it was supposed to be secret.  I was
6.  I went home to eat lunch.  "Guess what mommy?  I joined a secret club
that Ken is in!!!  We're going to the fort after lunch."  "Where is your
brother?"  "They said he's at the fort" I said.  "Gettin' in the club was
easy--I had to lick Shawn and Scott's wienie.  I can't wait to see the fort
is lunch done?"  Would you be surprised if I told you Mom came unglued.
"Why did you do that--its nasty" she yelled.  "Don't ever, EVER do it
again.  You should have kicked them in the balls! (that made me laugh--I
still didn't know I did anything wrong).  You're not going back out today.
Go find your brother and come right back home.  I can't believe you did
that, ITS SICK!"

What would happen if it were 2008 instead of 19976?  I bet the police would
be called.  Psychologists visited.  The result in my world was my brother
was told he couldn't play with them anymore.  She didn't tell the
parents--no talking about it period--I never heard about it again.  The
next day I saw Kenny playing in a group with Shawn so I piped up that they
can't play together and he told me to shut the fuck up and later that night
my mom told me not to do it again.  I still don't understand.  I did a
nasty thing--mom said it was nasty and freaked out then wanted to forget
about it.  I never forgot.  Instead all this made me want to do nasty
things again--and I did.  Again and again ... and again ... and again
... and never told anyone in my family.

Growing up I was naive.  EXTREMELY NAIVE.  Sex wasn't in my vocabulary.  I
learned what an orgasm was from having one while riding my bike when I was
about 13.  I thought I pissed my pants and figured out what happened by
thinking it through.  I've never had a sex ed class in my life.  I didn't
associate what happened with sex till much later.

In the beginning I lived on base in family housing, tons of kids lived on
my block.  I have always been outgoing and get along with everyone easily
so I was friends with everyone near my age.  I was over at a friends
house--I think his mom was watching me while she took my brother somewhere.
His name was Brice and we were the same age.

"I gotta tell you a secret.  I wanted to join a club with my brother but to
join I had to lick Scott and Shawn's wienie."  I remember Brice laughed.
"Do you want me to do it to you?"

"I guess."  So we ran to his room and he unbuttoned the jeans and pulled
his pants down to his knees.  I remember him laughing and i got on my knees
and licked it.

I did it to so many of my friends--I can't remember everything.  I do
remember once I was with one of my friend--I think it was Brice and I asked
2 black kids if they wanted me to do it to them.  When I bent down the and
moved my face towards him, he started peeing.  I backed away and was
grossed out.  None of it got on me and they were all laughing.  He told me
to go ahead but I said no way.  He promised not to pee again and he didn't
so I licked a black wienie.

You may notice that it was never mutual--I mean I always did the deed.  I
know Brice did it to me a couple of times but I liked doing it more and
more.  It got to where I wanted to lickeveryone's wienie.

Now lets switch gears.  I had a babysitter for after school and during
summer as both Mom and Dad worked.  My parents sent my brother and I to
separate sitters because we fought so much.  My sitter had a little
daughter--I think she was a little older than me.  We used to go play in
her room and one day she asked if i wanted to play house.  I wonder how
fate put me in such a position at such an early age.  Would I be normal now
if none of these things happened?  Oh well.  The little girl would tell me
what to do and I would do it.

"I'm the mommy and your the daddy.  Lets make babies," she said.

"How do you do it?"

"Lets go in here and I'll show you," she was going to the closet--I think
it was a walk in.  I remember her mother used to stay downstairs in the TV
room watching soaps.  She stayed glued to the TV always.  We went in the
closet and she had me take off my clothes and she did the same.

"Put your peepee in here" she points to her pussy.  So I put my hard little
wienie inside--I couldn't be more than 2 inches and may have been less.

There I am with my dick inside her and she said "rock back and forth."  I
did but it wasn't fucking.  I didn't know how to do it and she told me so.

That little girl and I did all kinds of nasty things.  I would eat her
out--she would blow me--she wanted us to pee on each other and we did.
Once she painted my wienie with lipstick and I did it around her.  It goes
on and on but once we got caught by her mother.  She told us not to do it
again--no punishment.  I think they eventually moved.  I don't guess its
too hard to figure out how she learned everything.  Even this didn't change
what I liked to do with boys--it made an impression but still wasn't sex to
me.  Its hard to explain.  I was just playing games.



I'm going to stop for now.  I know descriptions are weak but my memories
get better as I get older.  Let me know what you think...do you want more?

Constructive criticism welcome.

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