Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2011 21:11:40 +0000 (GMT)
From: Chris Tucker <tuckbox61@yahoo.com>
Subject: Starting Young Ch 1

This is a semi-autobiographical story involving minor boys. Graphic sex is
included. If this sort of story offends you or is illegal where you live or
you are under the age of 18 ...CLICK THE RED X NOW!!!


If you ignore this warning, which seems likely,, on your head beit. If
you're gonna read this story in your bedroom, make sure you have enough
wipes before you start and at least close and lock the door - your mum will
never believe you were forced to read it! If you shouldn't be reading this
in your location - don't blame me if you get lifted.

Apart from that enjoy.


Early Awakenings


I was 10 years old, it was a blisteringly hot July and I had definitely
started to notice the semi naked bodies of my playmates.  The Robinson
twins, Andrew and Paul, were 12, their sister Susan a year older than me
and then there was Stephen a few months younger than me.  They did have
another brother, whose name escapes me, and who, to be honest, I barely
saw.  Andrew and Paul were the friends I played with most commonly, but at
this time we had had a falling out.  I cannot recall the reason, it was
probably something totally trivial anyway, but it ended in me breaking a
tennis racket over Andrews head, drawing a fair trickle of blood in the
process.  If you fell out with one of the twins, you fell out with both of
them so it was I was with Susan and Stephen. I like Stephen.  Actually, I
liked him a lot but he was sort of shy and when were all out together,
dominated into virtual silence by the twins. The Cunliffe's were scruffy, a
bit dirty and considered 'a bad lot'.  That they weren't washed and dressed
daily by caring parents was evident, however, their 'bad lot' reputation
stemmed mainly from the antics older siblings, of which there were 4 and
Julie (10), John (9) and Joey (7) who were with us that day were actually
pretty decent kids.

We were in the back street playing some ball game or other, ball tag maybe
or Chinese cricket. All us boys had removed our tops and our bodies
glistened with a film of perspiration.  Shorts and trainers or plimsolls of
course made up our ensembles. Julie wore a white vest top which was at
least two sizes too big. At regular intervals one strap or other would slip
off her shoulder exposing a glimpse of undeveloped nipple.  Now in itself,
this would not have attracted attention and had the vest been off
altogether, I would probably not even have noticed, but it was the peekaboo
exposure that somehow made it .... different. Her denim shirt was tight,
short and short and her white nickers with small flowers seemed to be on
show more of the time than they were hidden. Susan had just got a new
bikini.  It was pale blue and why she was wearing it to play in the street
was nobody's business.  What this did do, slightly moistened with sweat,
was show the faint outline of her 'two-pence' as my mother insisted on
calling a girl's private parts.  That I so clearly can picture this scene
should tell you all you need to know about where my main focus was during
our play, and why I was hot in more ways than one, when one Stephen
announce he needed a pee.

The 'boy's toilet' was behind a row of garages that formed one side of the
backstreet behind our row of terraced post war houses. This sanctuary was
at the bottom of a narrow passage formed by the garages and the gable end
of another row of houses.  A hidden 'den' about 10 feet square was created
at the end, as a large commercial storage and workshop blocked the bottom
of the passage.  This was where we went to plan, to hide and, when
necessary, to pee. So, Stephen, the Cunliffe boys and yours truly sped
round the back - "one for all and all to pee".  Once round the back in the
safety of the den, we all shoved our shorts and undies down to our knees
and let go the streams each had been holding back as long as possible so
not to miss out on the fun. I coped a look at the Cunliffe boys but my gaze
rested on Stephen's 2 1/2 inches and there it stayed. I looked up briefly
to see Stephen's eyes were firmly locked onto my slightly more meagre
offering and the returned to staring at his penis and the flow at pee.  Out
of the blue, the two girls appeared from round the corner.  Too late to
move of adjust, and with our protestations about privacy being totally
ignored, we just had to carry on and let the girls their front row seats of
4 boys peeing their bladders dry. When we were done, Stephen asked what the
hell they were doing coming round when they knew we were peeing.

Sarah simply replied, "We need to pee too and besides, we wanted to see."

"In that case, "I retorted, "Since you watched us, we get to watch you."

I looked around with a smirk, looking for support from my male buddies.
The clammers for equity were very short lives as Julie announced,

"Sure, common Sue lets show them how a lady pees."

Susan was clearly not as comfortable with the arrangement as Julie but,
there was only one thing worse than embarrassment, it was being called
chicken.  Julie dropped he nickers to below her knees and squatted down and
began to pee.  I was a bit disappointed.  I had hoped to get my first real
look at a girls privates but the combination of the speed with which Julie
dropped her pants, her skirt and the squatting position meant I saw
virtually nothing at all. Susan began to follow suit.  I could see now why
she was more reluctant that Sarah maybe.  Without the cover of a skirt,
when she dropped her bikini bottoms to her knees, her hairless slit could
be clearly seen.  Even when squatted, you could clearly see the pee
emerging from her slit down to the last drops dripping onto the weeds and
tufted grass.  I was interested!

When they were done and their clothing replace, I started to protest to
Sarah. "Hey, that wasn't fair.  You saw ours really good but I didn't even
see yours at all!"

A glint flashed in Julie's eye, "That's okay; I will show you mine properly
if we can see yours again."

The we, quickly became 3, as John and Joey declared their disinterest and
Susan announced it was rude and dirty, that she'd been almost naked and
everyone had seen, and that see wasn't having anything more to do with this
game.  So, 2 boys and one girl were left behind the garages.

Julie didn't pause for breath.  In an instant she had pushed her denim
skirt and her nickers right down to the floor and kicked them off. She
looked up and nodded down at Stephens shorts.

"You still have a shirt on", he announced.

The words were barely out before Julie had slipped the baggy vest off and
was stood stark naked except for her dirty black plimsolls. I looked her
over. Flat chest with nipples slightly more pert than a boys, skinny,
almost boney frame, tummy slightly domed and the bulge of her pubic mound
and he hairless slit.  My eyes traced her frame and I was transfixed.

"Okay, you can see properly now" she whispered, "let's see yours again too"

Stephen reached down and had his shorts and undies off with a flourish and
a kick.  Now my gaze moved to his naked body. Glistening his torso was
tighter more athletic than mine.  His long dark hair cast a shadow on his
chest but I knew that well.  What I hadn't seen before was his now 3 1/2
inches of rock hard dick that stuck out like a pole.  My eyes almost popped
out of my head.  It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen! I stared
open mouthed.

"Come on Chris" Stephen giggled, "you gonna show us yours or what?"

I came to and started to shove down my shorts but my undies caught on
something.  I was suddenly aware I had a boner to.  I hesitated for a
second, but since I was the only one not naked and since Stephen was hard
too, I unhooked my undies and shoved the lot down to my ankles.  My undies
got caught on my trainers and I had to bend over to slip them off
altogether.

"I can see your bum hole," Julie giggled.

"So", I retorted, "that means I get to see yours too!"

The next hour or so was an education for me. I had seen my first erect dick
and my first naked girl but that was followed up by closer inspections of
both male and female private parts, the touching of the same and the first
time anyone other than immediate family (in the course of normal grooming)
had touched mine. I learned girls have 3 holes, a pee hole a baby hole and
a bum hole but most of all, I learned that I was more interested in
Stephen's dick than I was in Sarah's cunt. I also learned that Stephen
could hardly keep his hands off me.

As we left the sanctuary of the garage den, I pondered these two
revelations.  I was a bit confused but to be honest, I knew nothing about
sex so I didn't know about homosexuality either.

I would play show me yours and I'll show you mine and Dr with Sarah a few
more times that summer but I my friendship with Stephen grew and we
experimented and educated each other regularly as the holidays went on.

First Lust

It was a few days later when Stephen and I were in the park. We were
wondering through a wooded area discussing the events of the other
day. Stephen was clearly still excited about it.

"I liked your thingy" he announced, "even more than Sarah's thingy."

"Honest?" I whispered in replay, "cos I really liked you thingy too and
more than hers too."

"Shall we look again then?" he asked with a slightly coy look,

"Yes, I want to" I replied, "I want to a lot but where can we? We can't go
to the garage den they might come in."

"Let's find somewhere in here."

We looked around and found a thicker denser clump of bushes below the trees
quite deep into the wood. The thicket had a small but adequate clear patch
in the middle.  It was perfect.

Stephen watched as a stripped naked to my trainers and socks. Then as I
looked on, he did the same.  We giggled and stood looking at one another's
naked bodies, neither knowing what to do next.

"Can I touch it?" I asked, breaking the ice.

We only spent a few minutes that first time, touching each other and
looking each other over.  Stephen, while a year younger than me, was
slightly longer, though if anything I think my 3 inches erect was a little
thicker.  His uncut foreskin covered his glans totally with some to spare
even hard until it was drawn back to expose a reddish cherry tip. Mine on
the other hand, while also uncircumcised, had been snipped when I was 8 to
loosen the foreskin as it was 'too tight' and while the foreskin covered
the end while I was flaccid, when I became hard, the skin parted to allow
my more pinky purple turtle to poke its head out. Both of us has small
tight ball sacks freshly filled with their dropped package and in the heat
of the summer, relaxed dangling just a little.

This first intimate contact was declared fun and a success as we sauntered
home and we agreed that we would meet up for more the following day, this
time coming with a sort of picnic and I said I would try and sneak out the
car rug. As we parted, I dick hardened even then in anticipation of the
following day.

The following day, armed with snacks, drinks and the old car rug, we
located our spot in the woods.  I lay out the rug and we dropped the bags
off the side.  This time neither of us needed to be asked and we were naked
within seconds, preteen dicks sticking out hard from our young bodies. I
think actually mine had been stiff since breakfast! We lay on the rug and
agreed to take it in turns to look and feel each other up. We did rock,
paper, scissors to see who would go first and, having lost, I lay on my
back and closed my eyes.  Stephen's hands ran over my body, He touched my
nipples fleetingly, probed my 'inny', which fascinated him as all the
Robinsons had 'outy' belly buttons and moved to my groin.  He felt my balls
sack, cupping it and kneading it in his hand before turning his attention
to my dick.  He teased it and pulled the foreskin fully back, hurting just
a little. His hand wrapped round it and he squeezed gently.  My head was
full of light as the sensations coursed through me.  Stephen rolled me over
onto my tummy.  His hands again moved over my skin, my back and my
buttocks.  He stopped for a moment and I was about to lift my head when I
felt his fingers part my butt cheeks so he could get a look at my hole.
Everything in me cried out for him to touch me there to but he didn't, let
them close together again and announced,

"Okay, I'm done, your turn."

At this point, I wasn't sure how I felt.  Sure I was excited about getting
my turn to play with his body and stuff, but I was enjoying being touched
and felt so much I didn't want that to end either.

"I'm starting the other way" I told Stephen. "I want to do your bum first."

He rolled over.

I traced the line of his spiny with my fingertips.  It tickled and he
squirmed. I found a mole below his right shoulder blade but I was as
impatient as he had been and was at his butt before I knew it. I stroked
the white globes which contrasted sharply to his tanned back and legs and
squeezed and felt them. I traced my finger along his crack lowering my head
till my face cheek touched his bum cheek. I caught a faint odour, not
unpleasant at all, in fact intoxicating. I traced the line of his bum crack
with my finger. I sniffed it and, on finding it didn't smell bad, place one
had on each globe and prised open his crack.  I could see the darker spot
around his hole but wanted to see more so I moved my fingers slightly into
his crack and prised the flesh wider apart.  This time not only did I get a
better view, but the hole opened ever so slightly. I was transfixed once
again and lowered my head to experience this wonder. No smell just a light
odour which almost drew me.  I stopped short of the opening and drew back
allowing his cheeks to close the entrance, rolling him over in the same
movement.

I started to gently touch his chest, touching his nipples.  I was surprised
when one got more perky, even like Sarah's had been.  I bent close to him,
to catch the faint smell of soap and boy. He giggled, tickled by my breath
on his body. His naval was as interesting to me as mine had been to him.  I
played with the soft but nobly skin for a few moments but as with his back,
I had a target and no patience. I felt his wrinkly ball sack.  I was a bit
surprised as instead of being lose as it had when we undressed, it was
tighter and the skin thicker that other explorations. I moved to his dick.
He made a light moaning as I touched his dick, first pulling back the skin
of his foreskin so I could expose that exquisite cherry. I felt and
squeezed him much as he had me and again bend close to try to smell his
dick.  I don't remember what it was like, or why I did what I did next but
as my nose closed on his penis, my mouth opened and I took his willy into
my mouth.  He gasped and another moan left his lips.  I started tasting and
sucking his dick, I have no idea why but the taste of him, the scent, the
texture and the feel of him was the most amazing thing ever. Stephen's hand
touched my back and reluctantly I pulled off his cock.

"Let me try yours."

I lay back. He wasted no time and his tongue licked my willy in small laps.
My head came off the rug and slammed back into the ground as his lips
passed over my cockhead.  Was it the bang on the head, or the sensations
pulsing though me made me dizzy - who knows, I certainly didn't care. His
mouth, his warm wetness covered my whole dick and I was in heaven.

Neither of us came that afternoon, but it has remained one of the most
vividly clear days of my life and was a defining one for me.  That summer
if it was fine, Stephen and I would hole up for at least an hour or so in
our love nest. Sex didn't dominate our holidays, it wasn't even the most
important part, but it was definitely the most intense.  We even managed a
couple of indoor sessions, though for some reason, the outdoors was more
relaxing for us.  That summer holiday, Stephen and I discovered the joys
prolonging the sucking and the effects thrusting and moving ones mouth up
and down the shaft could bring and we both experienced dry orgasms a
plenty.  That autumn, my parents were forced to move.  It was only a few
miles but I never saw Stephen again after that, I have never to this day
sucked, or been sucked, more often than Stephen and I did in that 6 weeks;
nor do I think I have tasted a sweeter cock.  Maybe it is true, your first
is the best but what is for sure, I will never forget it - or Stephen.

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