Date: Fri, 06 Oct 2006 23:43:58 +0000 From: hatherway J <hatherway@hotmail.co.uk> Subject: Growing up in South East London This is a true story about two young lads of the same age who engaged in a consensual relationship. Everything written here happened. Only names have been changed. I was a right horny boy and nothing much changes. I would love to hear your comments about this story which is my second for Nifty. I still live in south-east London. My email is hatherway@hotmail.co.uk - happy to chat If you're reading this and recognise yourself get in touch. My dad is still living at the same house! I was your average boy I suppose but I always knew I was a bit different to the others in my class at school. I was born into a working class house in south-east London, England. My dad worked down at the local factory and my mum was a housewife until she died when I was 9. I always had loads of girlfriends at school. After my mum died my dad really let me do what I wanted, but I was a good boy for the most part. Well apart from fucking my blond haired mate from school. At 10 years old I was a chubby, cuddly and polite boy with dark hair and big eyes. People have since said I am handsome. I'm not sure if that is good or not! I was the butter wouldn't melt type - but really I was using it to get whatever I could up my friends arse! My mate Gavin lived just around the corner and used to come over to my house when he could to escape his brothers. We didn't have that much in common really. We were just thrown together. Something must have attracted him to me though. Gavin started sleep over every now any again. We would sit and pig out on chocolate and watch TV all night. My dad didn't mind what we did really. We were not doing any harm. My dad used to go to the local social club and I was fast becoming a regular there. I loved the attention from all the women who would mother me and buy me crisps - and the attention I got from the older men telling me I would soon be drinking pints like my old man. I especially liked hanging around in the toilets taking in the smell and the sight of these half pissed blokes taking out their cocks to have a piss. Some of them would stand way back from the urinal flashing their cocks about, pulling foreskins up and down before shoving them back in their cheap trousers and going back for another drink. I was getting old before my time and my weekend wasn't complete without going out with my dad. So Gavin came with me. We sat down and had a coke and watched the blokes play darts. I was all very grown up. I can still remember one married guy - a strapping lad who loved the ladies who caught my eye even at the age of 10. I can remember him standing waiting to throw his arrows at the board, the fabric of his jeans clinging to his thighs and thinking how I wanted to bury my head in there. I knew back then that I could make him happy and would do anything for him. But I never did get my fantasy to come true. Me and Gavin got bored, as you do when you're a kid. Blokes throwing darts and cheering was quite captivating for me but not to Gavin. We went for a wander and ended up in the bogs. Gavin had such a cute little cock and I'd never seen it grow, but this time it did and it was nice. We went to a cubicle together to hide away for a bit from the smoke and the olds. He was always talking about girls and about what they looked like and who he fancied at school. I just looked and watched as he for his cock out to piss. He was an early starter and already had some hair around his cock. I remember how I felt. I wanted it; I could feel it in my stomach. I was so natural to want to touch it. We started talking about girls. I was bored already but he kept saying how we could practice what we would do with girls. I was in full agreement and I could feel my little cock getting hard in my pants. I wanted the man from the dart board to come and slap my bum and tell me off. I wanted to be on my knees before all the men in the place. He didn't think it was clean to put cocks in mouths so we agreed that we should just touch each other. We were not very advanced. He had jeans on. I never saw him in anything other than jeans and school uniform ever. I drop my tracksuit bottoms to my knees. They were old and bobbly. My cock was rock hard and we grabbed each other pulling each other lightly listening to the sounds of the men coming in and out and emptying their bladders. It felt nice, and so intense. I wanted more though. I had seen blowjobs in my brother's magazines and I wanted to try it. - Why don't I wrap some toilet paper around it? Might be clean then, I said. I got loads of paper and wrapped it around his cock. It was so hard and his balls were tiny and pulled up close to his body. Mine were swinging way down below - they still do. I licked the tip of his cock and he let out a moan. - You alright in there? - Yes, I called back in a high pitched voice and the door shut. It was cramped in the little cubicle and so Gavin stood on the toilet seat. He was towering above me and I loved it. I can remember the moment vividly. The smell of the cheap toilet duck, the sound of the cistern filling with water and the door opening and shutting as these big blokes came in and out for a piss. I sucked and slurped on his cock, gradually unwrapping the toilet paper and he held onto my head trying to take control. I took his cock down my throat easily and he was loving the attention I was giving him and I loved the taste of his cock. It was so smooth and sweet yet salty at the same time. I could smell shower gel coming from his flat belt and his belt was making noise, tapping on the toilet seat with his jeans around his knees. To this day I love a man with a belt. Watching a guy unbuckle a belt is one of the sexiest things ever and I go hard at the thought. Whenever I get the chance I love to watch. Sometimes guys come into the toilets and do it but the best place in the changing rooms at my local gym. I carried on doing this for a while. My mouth was numb after a few minutes and I knew we had to show up sooner or later. I wanted him to do the same to me, but he would only lick my cock. I remember looking at him; he was scared to put it in his mouth but licked it up and down. I remember the pressure of his tongue and the warmth of his breath on my balls. After a few minutes we both stopped and just got dressed and decided to go and get another coke. My dad obliged and we sat outside. We never really talked about it. But we both remembered it -- that's for sure. Can we watch telly all night? I'm not sure how long after -- maybe a few weeks - Gavin stayed over again. This time we were left home with my older brother upstairs in the room we shared. We were sleeping in the living room that evening and had sleeping bags and were going to make a den. At the time I had a Sega mega drive and we spent ages playing on it. Sonic, and FIFA 90 and just doing what kids do. Later in the evening after my dad had come home we got into out sleeping bags and were talking about stuff. Nothing much -- and we got on the subject of dares. I'd already asked my dad if we could watch TV all night and he didn't mind. I think every kid plays dares but our dares always turned out to be around sex. This was the first time. - I dare you do walk to the kitchen in your pants, Gavin said - Okay, and I did. Walking slowly and grinning ear to ear. - What about you then? I bet you won't tell Anne Marie what you want to do to her at school. - Nah, course not! Gavin was always talking about this girl. She was lovely, but I couldn't give a shit about it to be honest We carried on talking like this all night. Who could eat the most chocolate (I won), who could hold their breath the longest, who could fart the loudest. Boring stuff. We got talking again about sex and Gavin said, - I dare you to suck my cock again, like the other night - Okay! I said, but keep quiet We decided to zip the bags together and we already had a blanket over some chairs to make a little den. I knew what I wanted but he wasn't sure. I was pants and a t shirt and he was wearing boxer shorts. I could feel his cock hard against me and I went under the covers and sucked it all in my mouth right to the back of my throat. I could taste piss and remember the warm smell. Skin, piss, shower gel (he always smelt of the same shower gel, right up until I last saw him when he was 22) and sleeping bag. They always have a smell don't they? Like they have been stuck under the stairs or at the back of a cupboard for a while. I liked his balls, took them in my mouth and rubbed my hands over his stomach and up to his chest. He pushed them down and I could sense he wasn't keen. I licked his balls some more and noticed his cock was getting wet. Pre-cum was forming and it tasted lovely. I licked and sucked as much as I could and he was really moaning I told him to shut up. He kept bucking his hips and my tongue was getting closer and closer to his bum. I could smell that small. Warm flesh, sweat and meat. It's not shit; it's the smell of a man. My hands stayed down and so I put them under his arse. It was firm yet soft at the same time. My tongue swiped down under his balls again and I felt him tense. He spunked on the sleeping bag and in my hair. I was rock hard and wanted to badly to get under his arsed but he pulled away and I was so pissed off. I pretended to be cool but I wasn't really. I went to the toilet and wiped his spunk from my hair. I looked at it and it looked vile. I went back down and he was sitting up watching TV. - Shall we watch red dwarf? Different schools Me and Gavin went to different schools when we were 11. He was a good catholic boy and I went to the local shitty school. I loved me new school and over the years we still saw each other. He had a different group of friends to me but was just round the corner and in the school holidays we would see each other all the time. I really go on with his dad so used to go over and he would come and stay the night. During this time we developed our own little language and discovered my brother's vast porn collection. My brother is 10 years older than me and always had a new video laying around. I used to put these on and we'd talk our cocks out and have a wank. I would always be watching Gavin rather than the screen. I loved the way he griped his cock and wanked off, biting his lips. I was me that started it really from about the age of 12. I invented this board game while we were wanking. I folded bits of paper and wrote different things on them. `Suck cock' `wank cock' `lick arse' ` drink piss'. I was a randy bastard and wanted cock and piss and spunk. I was always the `passive one' but in reality I knew I was really in charge. Once I was in between his legs he was mine. At age 13 Gavin was well developed. More so than me. My voice didn't break until I was 14 while Gavin had a low voice from around 12. His cock was strong and solid sticking up a think 5-1/2 inches and his balls were full and puffy. He was a little podgy at this age and he had a nice pad of puppy fat and thick blond pubic hair. I would rub his cock on my face, breathe it in and run it on my nose and take it as far down my throat as possible. I would lift his legs up over my shoulders and I would like his arse. At first I was scared but he loved it so much, groaning and rubbing it all over my face. I stuck my tongue in up his hole and licked him out deep, tasting the meat, the shit and the sweat of a growing man. My favourite position was with him on his knees are in the air. I would rim him deep and scoot down -- my head under his cock -- knees either side of my head and he would fuck my mouth while I stuck a finger up his arse. I found out if I curled it up to his balls he would spunk and fill my mouth time and time again with his warm, fresh spunk. I always swallowed hard and licked it clean. Sometimes he would pull out and push down on my finger, wanking furiously into my open mouth. It was a fucking sexy sight and one I will never forget. He was always keen to go after these sessions. After school, on a Saturday afternoon or in the holidays. He didn't stay over much anymore. He was living the straight life and we both had secrets. I loved cock, and he loved it up the arse. First bum sex I was 13 still when it first happened properly. I'd been rimming and sticking fingers up Gavin's arse for ages and he was always coming back for me. We never talked about it, it just happened. - Do you want dares? I would say. Always nervous, my cock throbbing and my stomach in knots. What if he says no? He never did. I used to get the bus home from school every day. It was just over a mile and I was lazy -- as were most people too busy ducking into McDonalds at the bus stop to steal the straws and fire fits of chewed paper at each other. I always stayed away from this type of group. I was sitting downstairs on the bus and the catholic kids were getting on the next stop. Gavin piled on with his mates and saw me at the back, winked and nodded and went upstairs. As I said we lived about a 2 minute walk from me so we got off the next stop and sat on the bench chatting. He was talking about some girl from school. `Chelle who was his latest thing. He was wearing tight black trousers and a horrible blazer. He was a growing lad and I could make out the bulge of his cock. I did this all the time -- but I knew with Gavin I could touch. I asked him back as my dad wouldn't be back until 7 and my brother the same as we worked in London. We went in and I put on one of my brothers videos. I remember this time so well as he asked – are we doing dares? I nodded eager to get between his legs again. His cock was poking out his flies and I licked and sniffed it, enjoying the small and licking the tip -- pushing my tongue under his foreskin. He was horny as fuck, - Lick my arse, he said and pulled his legs up tight to his chest revealing his arse to me. Such a sexy view. He was a bit dirty but I was on heat and wanted to get him opened up. I licked and tasted it -- it was so right. He started talking dirty. - Lick my arse; clean it with your tongue. I groaned and dug deeper and deeper pushing my spit into his arse and watching it soaking into our old sofa. I loved the taste and went to lick the pre-cum from his coke and push it back to his arse below. He moved to his knees and rubbed my cock on the way down and smiled. His eyes were glued on the TV watching the trashy straight porn and looked at his arse open. My cock ached and I went back to licking and thinking about his come. I decided that I was going to wank myself off at the same time and released my cock from my school trousers. It was slimy and I could smell it was sweaty from a day at school. - Fuck me, he said - What? With my fingers? - No, your cock. He had never said this before and I was nervous about doing it. I took my trousers off and locked the front door. My cock was already lubed from my pre-Cum and sweat - and his arse was well licked. My balls hung down low. I have massive low hanging balls. I positioned myself at his arse and pushed. I was at totally the wrong angle. He was pushing back but it wasn't going in. I put one knee down and the other foot on the floor and pushed. I felt my foreskin force back and my cock entered him. I felt surrounded and my cock was warm and the feeling incredible. - Ride me. So I did fuck him as hard as I could. He was wanking furiously, his fist hitting my balls as they slapped his arse. He came quickly and his arse clamped around my cock and I shot up him hard. He was scared and pushed off my, my cock coming out with a plop and smeared. He pulled his school trousers up and pulled out some fags and lit up. I went to the bathroom and washed off feeling ticklish and warm and a bit messed up. Was this what I was? Was this me? He went after that and I didn't hear from him for a while. Cool rider I saw Gavin on and off over the years. It was always the same. Watch the latest porn, dares? -- and then home. Sometimes we had a good chat, but usually it was come and go. I didn't care, but when my house wasn't free I used to get annoyed so I'd nick some porn mags and take them out. The road I lived down was good, with two lots of garages which were well secluded and a field beside a motorway which was covered with thick grass and trees. Plenty of place to hide and I knew it like the back of my hand. I also found out which garages were empty and open and decided to make use of these. At 16 years old I remember two things that happened and that still excite me. I still rely on them when I need a wank. They pop into my head and sort me out and I expect they will be there until the day I die. The first one was one Saturday Gavin wanted to come over. He's ring and not really say anything, what you doing? I'd say nothing much and suggest the garages. Sometimes he even bought his own porn but today he came on his bike. He had a little motorbike as soon as he could and I remember him parking in the road outside my house and we'd walk to the garages. His tight thighs coated in the thin layer of denim and the bulge of his cock from the heat of the bike. We went to a garage and opened up, An old car seat with there which was perfect. We flicked through the magazine and commented on the pictures. He loved it and was rubbing his cock. I was bold and rubbed it when he said he needed to piss. - Do you want to drink it? - Do I have to, I said. - Yes, why not try it? It was true, for years I had wanted to do this and he was turning into a well developed man. I like real men with dark hair and a bit of a hairy chest and belly -- but Gavin was different. Blond hair, blue eyes, washboard stomach and muscles from somewhere, I got to my knees before him and licked his cock. His piss came out strong and hit my jacket. I didn't like the taste but I gulped as he hosed me down. He pissed against the garage wall and I ran my tongue into the stream, tasking and drinking. I felt degraded - but I loved it and my cock was out and I was wanking. There were a few drips and I took his cock into my mouth and licked it clean. I remember this so well because I fucked him over the chair that day and hr spunked on the dirty material. He bought a condom for me which I used and threw onto the floor after. He lit a fag and had a smoke but it never went out and I remember going home and seeing smoke from the garages. I ran away that day to my nans, stinking of sex and shitting myself about the trouble I was in -- and the evidence from the garage. Nothing ever happened. A few weeks later I went back to the garage and the drainpipe had melted and there was a bit of smoke damage on the walls. It's still like that to this day and it's totally overgrown. I went back for another reason -- and another story. One other time I remember was when I was studying for my A levels. There was a knock on the door and Gavin was stood there with this horrible women in too much makeup. He asked for a word and came inside. He wanted to use my room to fuck her and being a mate I let him. I could hear them upstairs as I was doing my homework and he came down after 10 minutes. His belt was half open and he was chatting in the kitchen with me saying he fucked her and flashed me his cock. I could smell the rubber and could see it was wet so I dropped to my knees and he laughed and let me suck it clean before stuffing it back in his jeans. He had grown so much and was now a thick 6-1/2 inches and an arse to die for. He took his time doing up his belt and I was melting with lust for this man who I had known for years. I let him go and his girlfriend sneaked out. I pulled my trousers down in the kitchen and spunked on the kitchen floor in about 2 minutes. ... Our `relationship' spanned 12 years in total and there are loads of other times we had together. We fucked in a field, in his room, my room, my kitchen, the park and pub toilets. Maybe I will write more about this another time. The last time I saw Gavin he was a clear inch taller than me and had a full time girl friend. He was off to Oz to work for a year. He came to see me the week before he went and we fucked in my dad's living room for the last time. No more dares. That was 2001 and I gave him my email address. I never heard from him again. I hope you enjoyed this. It was great to get it out at last, but my mind was racing writing it!