Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2001 21:57:43 -0500
From: Jay Hart <dgf29@MailAndNews.com>
Subject: Shawn (t/t, oral, mast)

SHAWN by Hunter at dgf29@mailandnews.com
(t/t, oral, mast)

This is my first story, I thought that I would post it see what everyone
though.  This story is partially true, but not completly.  I would appreciate
your comments on this story.  Flames will be ignored as always.
Thanks,Hunter.

Shawn by Hunter

I had known my neighbor Shawn for three or four years before I noticed any
interesting changes in his behaviour.  When I was in grade 12, he began
attending my school. He was in grade 7.  He should have been in grade 8, but
he failed a year while in elementary school, pulling him back a one-year.  One
day that Fall, I went to talk to a friend of mine at the Boys and Girls Club,
near where the two of us live, when I saw Shawn there.  Over the next month, I
began talking to him more often.

I noticed that he was a troubled kid.  Now 12, he had begun smoking at age 8,
something that came to me as a bit of a surprise to me.  I had been smoking
for a few years now myself, having started in grade 9.  I also found out from
talking to him that he took part in many minor criminal acts and that he quite
frequently smoked marijuana.  I wasn't pleased with this news yet I must say
that I wasn't very surprised.  I couldn't really tell him not to, because at
my age, I had smoked pot a number of times, and to tell him not to would have
been hypocritical.  Shawn came from a broken home.  His parents had been
divorced when he was no older than the age of eight.  His parents didn't
really pay any attention to him at all.  They spent most of their times
bitching at one another or trying to get back at one another in their own
selfish ways.  His father had remarried a few years back.  Shawn's stepmother
did not show him much respect either.  Any kid who grows up like that is aimed
right at trouble.

I befriended him, thinking that he could use a friend.  I must admit though,
in doing this I had an ulterior motive.  Since the first time I saw him, I
knew that I wanted him.  I would often imagine what it would be like to do
things with him, and have him do things with me.  Even when he was young, I
always thought in the back of my mind, could he be like me?  I always would
think of being able to get him alone and try stuff (that I probably wouldn't
have the guts to try when I finally did get him alone).  I never really got a
chance to talk to him until he came to my school.  After I started talking to
him, I wanted him to like me.  We seemed to get along.  I would give him
cigarettes when he needed them, and we talked all the time.  I wanted to be a
true friend to him, someone that he could trust.

One day, we were sitting at a picnic table, talking to one another as he was
rolling a cigarette.  Suddenly, his father and his stepmother, a real bitch
who by the looks of her, had not slept soundly in about 10 days, drove by,
spotting us.  Shawn noticed them and motioned for me to get up.  We went to
hide behind a wall, a cement barricade that was a drop from the grass hill
that we were situated on.  Shawn convinced me to take the cigarettes, rollies,
and extra material that he had in his pocket.  Being easily convinced, I took
them and added them to my already bulky pockets.

"Do you think we're stupid Shawn?" his stepmother demanded as her and his
father approached our "clever" hiding spot.  She peered down at us just as I
had finished putting everything into my pockets.

"I don't have anything!" my brilliant little friend said, jumping to his feet,
and basically allowing them to believe that he did have something.

His father spoke up.  "How old are you anyway?" he asked me.

"Fifteen."  I told him.  I wasn't 15, I was 17, almost 18 but Shawn had
told him once that I was only fifteen.  He told me that if either of them
ever asked, to tell them that I was that age, so I did.

"Yeah right," his dad smirked.  "Do you have any cigarettes on you now?"

"I have two left." I answered, which was true.  I had two of Shawn's on me,
and fearing the chance of being searched, I answered honestly.  These people
scared the hell out of me, although the entire time I wanted to tell them
where to go.

His stepmother jumped to conclusions and chimed in again.  "So you're the one
who's been giving him cigarettes," she said, blaming me.  "We don't want you
around him anymore." She told me.

"I never gave him anything, God dammit!" I yelled back.
"Shut up," she said.  "Let's go Shawn, get in the car!"

As they scowled at me, Shawn obeyed her orders and followed.  As they shoved
him into the car, I felt sorry for him.  I was also depressed because I didn't
know what was gonna happen between us now.  For some time, besides saying hi
to one another, we didn't really do all that much together.  Our situation
stayed the same until next spring, near the end of the school year, when we
began talking to each other again.

That June, as everyone was preparing for the end of the school year, Shawn and
I began talking to each other again.  Even though he was going to his mothers'
house, with the exception of every second weekend, he still took the same bus
as I took partway home.  We began talking while we waited for the bus.  The
same conversations quickly arose as we used to have in the Fall.  One Friday
afternoon, he notified me that he would be living with his father on my street
for the weekend.  He wanted to get together and do something that night.  I
told him to call me later and we would plan something.  He called me after
dinner and asked me to meet him at the park near our house.  When we met, he
told me that he had ten dollars with him that he wanted to buy a gram of weed
with.  He had previously called his dealer and we went over to the club to
wait for him to show up.  Once he bought the stuff, we went into a big bunch
of trees.  Not wasting any time, Shawn began to roll the first joint.

All of this time I was contemplating whether I actually wanted to smoke it or
not.  I assumed Shawn was still a frequent smoker and it was second nature for
him to just start smoking it; but I had cut back considerably over the winter.
 I wasn't too interested in getting high tonight.  Then I began thinking what
might happen if the two of us were "under the influence".  As he was readying
himself to light the joint, I made up my mind that I would smoke it with him.
Perhaps with him being high, he might want to, or I might be able to convince
him to fool around a bit, something that I had dreamed of for years.

He lit the joint and we passed it back and forth until it was time for the
shotgun.  I wasn't as experienced as he was with smoking up so he gave me the
shotgun.  We clasped our hands together, and even though I was buzzed, I could
feel the sweat on both of our hands.  He inhaled smoke from the joint and then
exhaled the smoke through our hands and into my mouth.  Our hands were not
clasped together properly, so it didn't work very well. Upon failure, he tried
it again, only this time he didn't use his hands.  He moved his mouth very
close to mine.  As I opened my mouth to consume the smoke, I tilted my head
and closed my eyes, as if I was ready to kiss him.  I almost did kiss him to
be honest.

'Oh my God.' I thought to myself.

To me, the experience was so intense.  After the second gun, which I actually
got something off of, we both sat back, giggling at the fact that we were both
getting high.  I pulled out a cigarette for both of us.  Cigarettes increase
your buzz by 10%, so I think.  We lit them and then we wobbled towards the
club, trying to conceal the fact that we were both high.

We remained in the club for about a half an hour, trying to play pool (it
isn't easy when you're high).  After about half an hour, we decided to go
smoke another joint.  We found a big ditch across the street at the post
office where we could hid while Shawn rolled the second and final joint of the
evening.  Seeing as how we were both already high, and because of the fact
that we were both such cheap stoners, that would do us in anyhow.

I remember sitting in the ditch and looking around at the trees surrounding
us.  To me, they all looked like cartoons.  The birds that rested upon the
branches looked animated as well.  They looked like those little blue birds
that Snow White started singing to in the forest.  It was really freaky.

As Shawn rolled, he spoke to me.  I didn't catch all that he said to me
because I was to busy hallucinating, seeing the cartoon birds flutter about.
Yet some things that he said caught my attention.  He was singing.  Whether he
was singing to himself or to me I still don't know.  His lyrics interested me
though.  He began singing things such as:

"I am gonna fuck you up." and "Do you wanna make love?"

He then demanded an answer from me when he asked the second question.  He
asked again. "Do you want to make love?"

After a slight pause, I answered him. "Yeah."

"With who?" he wanted to know.

"You." I replied, a bit hesitantly.

"Ooh, gross," came the expected response from my young friend.  I had expected
him to say that, as many immature 13-year olds would say.

For a moment I said nothing and he seemed to let the topic go for a minute.
Then he asked more questions as he continued to roll.  In the mental state
that I was in, I didn't care, and sometimes didn't even notice what he was
saying, as my mind would drift off again.

"Are you my friend?" he asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure.  Of course." I told him.

"Are you my lover?"

"Yes." I said, wondering exactly what he was getting at now.

"Am I your best lover?"

I hesitated for a second.  "No." I answered, wondering where he was getting
all this, and at the same time getting a bit excited.

"Am I your second best boy lover?" he asked.

"No." I stated, interested that he had dropped "boy" lover in there this time

"Am I your third best boy lover?"

I decided to answer with a yes this time.

"Eww, you've fucked two other guys?!" he asked, acting disgusted.

"No asshole, I haven't." I assured him.  "You're my best." I said with a
smile.

 As the topic was dropped for a minute, he finished rolling the joint and
motioned for me to get up.  We went through a hole in the fence that led to an
abandoned hardware store, a popular place for smokers apparently.  Once
through the fence, we turned left going into a bush surrounded clearing,
possibly five or six feet wide.  We were able to stand up in it as the trees
only barricaded the outer edges.  One side of the clearing was open and we
could see an open field and a residential street far off in the distance.
Shawn lit the joint and smoked a bit of it before passing it to me.

"Have you ever had sex?" he asked out of nowhere as I was puffing away at the
joint.

"No." I stated hesitantly, wishing that at my age the answer had been
different.

"How far have you gone?" he asked next as I handed the joint back to him.

"I have fingered a girl before and have kissed them.  I've been sucked off
before as well."  I had to make everything up because besides kissing a girl,
I had never done anything with a girl.  I never wanted to.  I had done a few
things with other guys but never girls.  I realized at a young age hat I was
not attracted to girls.  "What about you?"

"I've fingered a girl, and touched a girls tits before.  I've gotten a hand
job before but never a blow job."

We continued smoking the joint after sharing that bit of information.  It came
time once again for the shotgun.  We prepared for it by clasping our hands
together.

"We look like gay lovers." Shawn stated, as we did.  We were standing very
close to one another, our lips only separated by our hands.  Of course none of
this bothered me a bit.  This time, when Shawn blew the smoke my way through
his hands it worked, perhaps a little too well.

The shotgun was much harsher this time.  I began to cough, and felt very
dizzy.  When you cough, it increases your buzz.  I leaned back against the
fence.  Shawn fell towards me, laughing.  He was leaning on me.  I could feel
my hand pressing into his soft stomach.  All this talk of sex and touching had
made me quite hard, and it was difficult to tell if he was hard or not.  At
this point my boner was pushing hard on my pants, making a bulge in the
material.  I tried to hide it, but at the same time I had to fight the urge I
had to stick my hand up his shirt or down his pants, something that I had
wanted to do.  I had never been so physically close to him until that point
and I didn't want to lose the feeling.  He stood up eventually.  We were both
high out of our minds and our hearts were pounding.  Mine was pounding hard
for two reasons though. I was high, plus I wanted his sexy body more than ever
before.

"Let's go," he said.  "It's almost nine and I have to get home by nine."

Being 13, I could see how he had to get home by that time, but I had no idea
how he was going to get past his father without him smelling the weed on him
or seeing him wobble all over.  I was lucky.  My parents weren't going to be
home, and I could make sure that it wasn't evident that I had been smoking up.
 I wanted to invite him back to my house and perhaps get more out of the night
but I didn't ask him, figuring that his parents would not let him.

As we approached our street, he said goodbye and told me that he would call me
the next day.

"I'll be waiting." I told him as he walked up his lawn and I continued down
the street, trying to keep my balance.  I was looking forward to the next day,
I couldn't wait to see him again.

The next day around 11:30, Shawn called my house looking for me.  I had just
gotten out of bed when he called so I still needed to take a shower.  I told
him that I would meet him at the park in a half an hour.  We met at the park,
talked for a while and then, seeing as how it was a hot day, we decided to go
swimming at the local pool.  I agreed readily when he suggested it because it
would give me the opportunity to see him in his bathing suit, and that excited
me.  We went to the pool.  When we both changed for the first time, we both
wore our swimsuit underneath our pants.  Still, he pulled his shorts down in
front of me once we were both ready to get in the pool, exposing his white
ass, his smooth white ass surprised me but I enjoyed what I got to see, even
though I had no idea why he had done it.  We went to get into the pool.  The
entire time that we were in the pool, we took turns splashing each other and
just plain goofing around.  We also went off the diving boards once in a
while.  I frequently took my opportunity to go under the water and see his
slim, sexy upper body, for his body that was solely covered by a pair of
shorts.  It was a wondrous site.

We got tired after quite some time in the pool so we decided to go to the
showers.  There were two seats in the shower that we sat on underneath two of
the showerheads.  We conversed with one another, of the same things that we
normally would talk about.  The water came pouring down on him, making his
beautiful body glisten.  I also noticed how the water had soaked his shorts so
much that I was able to see the outline of his penis.  I tried to make sure he
didn't notice me looking, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of it.  I studied it
carefully from a distance.  It was limp of course at this time, and from the
way the shape went, I estimated that he was uncircumcised, unlike me.  I was
circumcised.  I looked at it some more, getting hard myself at the site.  From
the looks of it, it looked to be about the same length as mine, which can be
embarrassing depending on the way you look at it.  I mean, I was 18 and he was
only approaching the age of fourteen.  I always knew that I wasn't as long as
most others for some reason.  I am after all a small person physically.  Yet,
I wouldn't have a problem if ever my wish was to come true and we could get
physical with one another.  As we continued chatting away, I kept my eyes
glued to his amazingly sexy body, finding my eyes momentarily wandering down
to his midsection from time to time.  After a while, the effect of the shower
wore off so we decided to go get changed.  We would go out for a cigarette, as
we both needed one.  Once we reached the change-room, we met a few of our
friends who had been swimming at the same time.  I dried off my bathing suit
and the rest of my body in order to put my clothes on over my bathing suit.
Unfortunately, and to my disappointment, Shawn decided to go into one of the
bathroom stalls to change.  I think he felt a little shy around the four of
us, but I wonder what he would have done if just I had been there (after all,
he did practically moon me when we were getting changed before our swim).  I
wished that the others had not been there, but there was not much I could do.

 After changing, we left the change-room and went out for our cigarette.  We
walked around the building and then headed back home.  Shawn had to get home,
but he told me that he would call me either that night or the next day.  He
didn't end up calling me that night, but he called me the next day at around 1
in the afternoon.  And this was a day that I would never forget.

We met at the park, as we normally did and had a cigarette while talking to
one another.  We then began to walk up the hill, towards the Burger King to
eat something.  At lunch, we talked about girls in the media that were good
looking, as I, all the time just went with the flow.  In the back of my mind,
I wished we weren't having this conversation, because the more we had
conversations about girls, the less chance I felt that I had of actually doing
something with him.  Plus, all the time we were together, I always tried to
hint at the fact that I was interested.

After lunch, we continued walking up the hill, along the busy street.  On the
right hand side at the top of the hill there was a large forest, which Shawn
indicated that he was taking me too.  Being that I didn't care where we went,
I let him lead me.  We got inside the forest via a trail that we both knew
about.  Once inside, we saw a few people who were using stunt bikes to jump
the dirt ramps that had been made for such a thing. We talked to them for a
moment because they were people that we knew from school and then continued on
our way down the path, deeper into the woods.  We reached a point in the woods
and Shawn turned to me.

"Look what I still have." He said with a smile, as he pulled out the small
baggie of weed that he still kept in his possession.

"Cool." I remarked, even though I wasn't really in the mood to smoke weed
today.  Again, I only decided to do it because I thought it might give me a
chance to have some fun with him.

"So, you wanna?" he asked, I assumed that he was asking whether I wanted to
smoke it or not.

"Sure." I replied, a bit hesitantly.

"There's enough left for one more joint," He pointed out.  "So we can smoke
it."

"OK." I agreed.

Shawn began to roll the joint, as he knew so well how to do.  We smoked the
joint, and then it came time for the ever-popular shotgun.  He gave it to me
once again.  I loved the physical contact that we cot when we did the shotgun.
Our mouths were so close.  To me, it was ecstasy.  This time, the shotgun
that he gave was extremely harsh, and I began to cough as I finished inhaling.
I felt the buzz rise as I looked at the ground, for a moment feeling the urge
to throw up.  I recovered my equilibrium and I looked at him for a moment,
before sparking up a cigarette.  We finished the cigarette as we continued
walking.  As we continued walking along, Shawn spotted some pig-weed that was
growing on the forest floor.  He began to pick it up as we walked along.  He
spent what seemed to be a large amount of time collecting this stuff that
would eventually turn out to be worthless.  Shawn was the type of kid who wore
his shorts very low, so whenever he bent over, his boxers could be seen, and
through them, I could continuously see the outline of his smooth ass, as he
bent over quite often to pick some of this worthless "grass" up.  He
eventually finished his quest for the worthless weed and we continued down the
path, going deeper and deeper into the forest.

As we continued to walk aimlessly, deeper and deeper into the woods, Shawn led
me on a trek full of twists and turns.  He picked up a stick, and every time
we met up with a fork in the path, he would throw the stick up in the air and
whichever way it was pointing was the direction that we took.  Normally, I
would tell him to knock it off, but we were both high and thought it was
entertaining.  So the infamous stick led us deeper and deeper into the woods.
He began his talk again, asking me what I like to call the 'odd' questions.

"Do you like me?" he asked.

"How." I inquired.

"As a friend." He clarified.

"Yes."

"How about as a lover?" he continued his questioning, getting into the
territory that intrigued me and chilled me to the bone at the same time.

"I don't know," I began.  "I've never experienced you as a lover."

"Oh, ok," he said.  "Well, that's not going to happen.  I'm not gay."

"Whatever you say." I commented.

He began to sing again, expecting me to answer the questions he was asking
through song.

"Do you wanna make love?" he sang.  "Well, do you?"

"Yeah."

"With who?" he asked as he had before.

"You." I replied, not backing down.

"Are you gay?" he asked, almost directly after my answer crossed my lips.

"No." I answered quickly.  I guess I was trying to play head-games with him.

"Ok," he said.  "Neither am I."

"Uh huh." I said, in a tone of disbelief.

He asked me for a cigarette.  I gave him one, and passed him my lighter so
that he could get it lit.  I watched him put it into his pocket as he began to
puff away at the cigarette.

"Give me back my lighter." I insisted.

"No." he shouted.

"Give it back!" I demanded as I lunged at him.

He dodged me and began to run down the path.  As I caught up with him,
grabbing his shirt, he retrieved the blue lighter from his pocket and handed
it to me, as if surrendering.

"Here." He shouted, with a giggle in his voice.

"Thank you." I acknowledged him.

Our hearts were both pounding in our chests, for a few reasons: the weed, the
fact that we had just been running, and for me at least, because I wanted him
so badly.

We were standing in front of one another.  As I looked into his deep blue
eyes, I grabbed him by his shirt, pulled him closer to me and wrapped my arms
around him.  To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me as well, returning
the favour.  After a few seconds, we let go of our embrace.  We stood again,
just a few feet apart.  Looking into his eyes again, I put my hand on his
cheek.  Moving my lips closer, I kissed him on the lips, moving away a second
later.  I waited for his response.  Suddenly, our lips moved close together
again, touching one another.  We both began to kiss each other.  I opened my
mouth and he soon reciprocated as our tongues entered each other's mouths,
dancing together.  I began to massage his tongue with mine, kissing him deeper
and deeper, as passionately as I could.

As we kissed, my hand began to venture down over his shirt, feeling his chest
and stomach under his shirt.   As my hand reached his midsection, I started to
massage his crotch, softly rubbing it and feeling the bulge that was beginning
to grow underneath.  I slid my hand away for a moment, going up and under his
shirt, feeling his soft yet fairly muscular stomach.  I rolled my hand over
his ribs.  I then commenced moving my hand downwards again, still kissing him
as tenderly as I knew how.  My hand slid down over his bellybutton, under his
waistband and into his plaid boxer shorts.  I reached his semi-hard penis and
gripped the shaft between my index finger and thumb.  I rubbed my fingers over
his shaft as I felt his penis go from semi-hard to hard in a matter of
seconds.  Shawn moaned at the touch of my fingers on his now erect dick.  I
lowered my hand in order to cup his testicles in the palm of my hand.  They
were soft and loose, which is what I preferred to when they are very close to
the body and not too loose at all.  The texture is better.  His balls bounced
up and down as I played with them.  I removed my hand from his pants and our
lips parted.  We looked lovingly into one another's eyes.  I was in love with
him, I was living one of my biggest fantasies.  I took his shirt at the bottom
and raised it up over his head with his help.  I lowered my head as I began to
kiss his chest.  I ran my tongue over his nipples, beginning to swirl it
around on the pink circles.  As I continued down his upper body, I kissed his
stomach feeling it at the same time with my hands.  I swirled my tongue around
in his cute little belly button, causing him to sigh once again.

I turned my attention to his crotch once again.  I took the button of his
shorts and unsnapped it.  I slowly brought the zipper down, finally pulling
his shorts down to his ankles.  I took his boxers in my grip, and after
looking up at the dreamy look in his eyes, I pulled them down to join his
shorts around his ankles, exposing his erect, five inch uncircumcised penis.
His erect member stood out in directly in front of my face as I breathed in
the boyish musk that it gave off.  A small patch of pubic hair grew at the
base of the five-inch cock yet that was all the hair that grew on his body
besides what was on his head and lower legs.  His beautiful body stood in
front of me as I took it all in, I continued to stare up at his smooth yet
muscular abdomen, fixated on his cute little innie belly button.  I looked up
at his face again and my eyes met his, looking down at me, waiting for me to
take my actions one step further.

I looked back at his member and after taking a deep breath, I took the head of
it in my mouth, licking my awaiting lips before doing so.  I licked and
swirled my tongue around on the bottom of his shaft and then took the tip
fully into my mouth, after getting a taste for his salty boyhood, I removed my
mouth from his penis and looked up at him again.  I grabbed his arms and
pulled him slowly down onto the waiting soft grass below.

I lay him down on his back and he lay fully nude directly in front of me.  I
watched his stomach as it went up and down rapidly from his breathing before I
lowered my head again.  I took his cock into my mouth again and began to suck
on it tenderly, as I continued to suck, I rubbed my hands all over his chest,
stomach and underarms giving him a massage that I hoped he'd never forget.  I
removed my mouth from his penis only long enough to pull his foreskin back,
revealing his pink cock-head, which I soon attacked with my tongue, sending
pulses of ecstasy throughout his young body, and still continuing the massage.
 Shawn began to moan as I took the entire member into my mouth and began
sucking it a little harder.  I bobbed my head up and down on his swollen prick
as my intensity continued to rise.  His moans became louder as he climaxed.  I
could tell he was going to cum at any minute.  I did not let up as his penis
began to spasm in my mouth and he let out spurt after spurt of sweet boy cum.
His penis continued to spasm in my mouth until the final drops had been
ejaculated from his body.  I swallowed every little drop that I could before I
realized that he was coming down from his orgasm and I removed my mouth from
his penis.

As his penis slowly returned to it's limp position, I began to make my way up
his body again, kissing and licking my way over what seemed to be every inch
of his sexy torso, stopping at his belly-button and his nipples to tease him a
little more with my tongue.   I placed one of my hands on his wet penis again
as it began to stiffen a bit more once again.  As I reached his neck, I
removed my hand from his dick and placed it on his cheek.  I looked into his
eyes once more before giving him a passionate kiss on the lips as our tongues
once again met each other.  After a minute or so, I removed my mouth from his
and looked deep into his eyes.

"I love you Shawn." I said, with a heartfelt smile, meaning every word that I
said.

"I love you too." He responded, as I kissed him again quickly.

When our lips parted, I got up off of him and stood up, helping him up in his
naked state.  He began to pull his boxers and shorts back up and I handed him
his shirt.  He placed it back on over his head and then came over to me and
gave me a hug.  We began walking into the woods once again as he began to
talk.

"You won't tell anyone about this will you?"

"No," I started.  "This is between us."

We continued walking as I lay my hand over his shoulders and rubbed his chest.
 We eventually made it home, separated of course, as if nothing had happened.

"Call you sometime." He said to me with a smile.

"I'll be waiting." I said, returning a smile and a glance that meant more than
words.


To be continued??