Date: Mon, 05 Jul 2004 05:50:08 +1000
From: S
Subject: Story of Frank O'Donnell

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The entire content of this story is true in every way.


THE STORY OF FRANK O'DONNELL


One day, or should I say one evening, when I was 10 years of age, nearly
eleven actually, something happened which made me realize I could have
certain feelings course through my body which were exciting, exhilarating
-- and I wanted more of them.

At the time I was quite a big ten and although I still had plenty of puppy
fat I was starting to get some definition to my body.

It was at the Y.M.C.A. Annual Concert in the local Church Hall and I was
down to sing a little ditty called a sea shanty.  I was also a member of the
boys choir which was going to sing other lusty and rollicking Sea Shanties
from the smallish stage to a packed, and I mean packed, audience.   All the
choir were boys and our ages ranged from 8 year olds to fourteen year olds
and most of us still had our soprano voices which were really pleasant to
listen to.

We were all dressed the same in specially made very light coloured navy blue
very loose silk shorts and shirt which was tied around the waist and had two
buttons near the top of the shirt which were fastened.  This meant we all
had bare mid-riffs and gave us a very sexy look although, at that time, I
was never aware of what the word `sexy' meant, although with the `oohs and
aahs' which went up from the audience when the curtain went up, some people
liked us, but then we had not started singing yet !

The songs went well and in the middle of the act I had a solo to sing about
Captain Hook and his merry men  --  ho ho ho.  It was all good fun.   I
recall thinking the entire hall was so packed and we were the centre of
attention.  Was this what `show-biz' was all about ?  If so I liked it.

Many of the audience were standing on benches at the rear of the hall
because there were just no seats to be had.   To great applause we finished
"Over the Sea to Skye" and we left the stage.  It was the interval.

I loved the applause and we were given a rousing send off into the Interval.

We were told we had to mingle as best we could with the audience for the 2nd
half of the show because there were no spare seats and there certainly was
no room behind the stage.   When I went into the auditorium it was packed of
course and I saw room on the benches at the very rear of the hall.   I went
and stood on a bench right at the corner of back and side walls.  A good
place because I could lean back against the rear wall and I could lean
sideways on the side wall.   As the audience trooped back into place the
entire floor began to get terribly crowded again.   But I was `alright jack'
-- I could see everything.

A few bigger lads from my school, probably in the sixteen/seventeen age
group climbed up on the benches beside me and some of them stood in front of
me I could not see anything.    One of these boys was big Frank O'Donnel.
Now Frank was known as a bit of a swot, possibly because he wore spectacles,
isn't everyone who wears specs a "swot".

He was also the brother of a boy in my class and I knew Frank to be 16 years
of age, but he was tall and had a very slim body.  He seemed very old to me.
   But he was always a pleasant sort of fellow and always talked to me.  He
was quite a nice looking guy with a mop of dark curly hair which was
accentuated by his very pale complexion.  My head came up to just below his
chin.

Frank knew my name and he said as he stood in front of me "Stevo if you let
me stand behind you we can both see".  I thought this was a good idea and
said "Alright". I then stood on the bench in front of him and he got behind
me and put his hands on my arms to steady me and keep me from falling
forward.

The lights dimmed and the second half began and I felt Frank sort of pull me
back into his body.   I never thought anything about this and felt quite
relaxed in the position I had found myself.  I felt him start to move his
hands up and down my bare arms and it felt rather nice and I did not think
too much about that either.  At one stage during the first act which came on
stage Frank leaned over and whispered in my ear "I am just holding you to
keep you from falling. Is that alright?"

I whispered back to him so that my lips were right beside his ear  "Of
course".

The next act came on and it was some bloke telling a monologue and the
single spot light was focused solely on his face.  This made the entire hall
very dark indeed particularly at the back of the hall where we were.

I suddenly felt Frank's long fingers slip under my bare arms and stroke
gently up and down my bare sides, remember my shirt was tied up around my
front giving a bare mid riff and back.   I knew Frank had long fingers
because he was a pianist and I had seen him play the piano a few times and
marveled at his long tapered fingers.   He was so gentle that I hardly
noticed his hands come around the front of me and start to stroke my bare
tummy and I felt him linger at my tummy button.

I sort of squirmed because it felt tickly and I felt Frank pull me even more
into his body.  I know I could, and possibly should, have told him to stop,
but, to be honest I was enjoying the sensations of being cuddled and
stroked, this was a type of loving I never got at home.   What was more I
was getting some lovely feelings in the base of my tummy.

Suddenly I was aware of this very hard sort of stick poking into my back and
I felt Frank sort of move himself as this `thing' stuck harder into me.  I
knew it had to be his dick.   Now I knew about erections because I got them
particularly in the morning and I knew about masturbation because I had been
doing it in bed for about 2 years.  But I had never come even close to
seeing a big guys dick and I felt kind of excited and decided I would let
things flow along.



I then felt Frank's hand slip down the right hand side of my body next to
the wall and he stroked my left bottom cheek of my bum and it felt nice.  I
knew that no one was ever likely to see anything even if the lights were
full on but being totally dark it just made what was happening all the more
exciting.   The hand stroked my hip over my silkey shorts and it was so
gentle and lovely to feel.  I could feel my little dick getting hard and I
was truly getting hot and excited.

Now I have no idea how big I am when I was hard because I had never measured
it but I was always worried that when I got hard, which was often, that it
would show and other people would say something and embarrass me to hell.
I seemed to get hard at the weirdest times, when I could see up a girls
skirt and see their knickers, when I saw near naked guys, like Tarzan and
Boy in the movies.  Even sometimes when I saw my friends change for Gym, I
got hards on regularly.

Then suddenly I felt Frank's long fingers slipped into my right hand pocket
and his fingers touched my skin just beside my dick which was sticking out
because the pockets were false and had no lining.  Franks fingers were now
stroking my dick and it felt like heaven and I was starting to shake and
really squirm and push back into him.   It was such a beautiful feeling to
be touched and stroked like this because he was so gentle and so loving.   I
could feel his hard dick against my back as he moved around and was sort of
humping my back in a gentle way.  He was so discreet and no could suspect in
any way what we were doing.

At this point he leaned forward and whispered into my ear "Alright'.   It
turned my head and my lips brushed his right cheek which was terribly hot
and I whispered in his ear a strangled "yes".  I am sure he must have
wondered why I had no underpants on but the silk shorts were not meant to
have undies I was told and I liked the feeling of silk against my body
anyhow.

I wanted Frank to take my dick out and really wank it as I liked doing but I
knew that was impossible.   I could feel his breath on my neck and he was
really moving his hard rod along my back.  I was begging him in my mind to
rub me harder but he took me by surprise and took his hand out of my pocket.
  I felt limp and so disappointed and I turned and tried to see him but my
lips just touched his hot cheek again as he leaned in.

He never looked at me but I felt him take my right hand in his right hand
and he brought it around behind me and he placed it on his very hard boner.
In fact I felt that his fly was unbuttoned and he had undies on and he was
trying to feed my small fingers through the front gap of his underwear.    I
needed no second telling and I wormed my fingers through the narrow gap and
immediately felt this huge hard silk covered, or it appeared to be silk
covered hard rod, because it was so smooth and gorgeous. I stroked his hard
rod for a little while and I felt Frank leaning towards me and he said "Oh
Stevo that is heaven".   But I never really got a proper grip because of the
position we were in.  However Frank was breathing heavily I knew that and he
whispered into my ear "That is beautiful, you are so lovely."

No one had ever called me `lovely' before and somehow I kind of liked it and
I snuggled up to Frank but this restricted my movements on his dick.
Suddenly the lights came on in the hall and I jerked my hand out of Franks
fly and we both nearly fell off the bench.

There were three more acts to go and all of them had to have the hall lights
almost full on so we had no chance to touch again although Frank still held
my close and kept his warm hands on my arms as he gently stroked them.   I
could still feel his hard cock in my back.

This was such a disappointment to me not to say a gross frustration.  I had
enjoyed my journey into the land of sex with another and I felt hot and
truly bothered.

When the show finished I said to Frank "I have to collect my things" and I
bolted off before he could say anything.   I knew in my own mind that we had
done something which had to be wrong but I rationalized that it cant be THAT
wrong if we both liked it.

I went behind the stage certainly a bit excited and flushed and I sorted out
where my shortie coat was and my bag and I slipped my coat on and zipped it
up because I was not going to change out of my stage gear to go home.

As I was leaving the hall door and went out into the open I saw that nearly
all the audience had disappeared.   There were a few people around as I
started to walk around the corner of the hall and head home.   Suddenly I
heard a voice whisper in a loud way "Stevo Stevo, wait."   I looked around
to see Frank coming towards me on his own.  He caught up with me and said
"That was a good show  --  er -- did you like what we did together."    I felt
my face flush a hot scarlet and said, without looking at him  "Yes it was
nice."

Frank then took my arm and sort of steered me into the shadow of the Church
which was beyond the church hall and he said "Stevo come with me quickly and
we can do it some more."  I sort of panicked a bit because I suddenly knew I
had a choice to make.   Go with Frank and maybe enjoy some better
sensations, better love, or just say no and go home.  I knew in my own mind
I should say the latter and go home.  I knew what we did had to be wrong in
some peoples minds, especially my Mum and Dads mind.   But who said it was
not right.   I can make my own decisions.   It was my life and I was old
enough (at 10) to make decisions.   Anyhow I said "I have to get home."

Too quickly Frank said  "Oh alright I just asked."   But my irrational self
then took over and I said "If we are quick I will come with you but I have
to be home soon."

I could see Frank sort of smile and he hugged me to his body which was the
best thing he could have done.  He said "We will be quick because I have to
be home soon as well."

He took my arm and we went down the side of the Church, around the wall and
back into the rear of the Church. When we got to a door I knew was the
entrance to the boiler


room which heated the church.  Frank opened the door and a lovely warm glow
and air flow of heat met us.  We went inside and Frank closed the door.

Frank turned to me and unzipped my jacket, as he pulled the zip down I felt
his cool hands go across my bare tummy and I found I was getting so hard.
He took my jacket right off and then took off his jacket and undone his
shirt and took it right off, now I could see his bare chest and tummy in the
glow of the fire.   Frank then put both his arms behind my back and pull me
into him.  I felt his hands go up my back and caress my soft back as he
gently took my top off completely.

As he did so I felt his hands slip down my silk shorts and cup my bottom as
he squeezed and caressed me there. Then he slipped my shorts right off and I
stepped out of them and now I was naked in front of him except for my shoes.
   I looked at him as he slipped down his long trousers off his legs and
pulled down his white underwear and I saw at last this monster of a dick
which I just stared at. It probably was not that big but it looked big to
me.    I looked at him and he brought his body into mine and hugged me as he
tilted my head and kissed me gently and full on the lips.  His hands were
around my back on my bum and he just caressed me gently I was becoming so
flustered as we continued to kiss.  I could feel his hard rod lying onto my
tummy as mine, much shorter one prodded his balls.

Frank then moved his mouth down my body and licked around my nipples, such
as they were, and they sort of started to stand out and he continued down my
tummy as he kneeled on the floor which must have been a bit dirty I thought.
  I could hear him sort of mumbling "Oh you are so beautiful, so beautiful."
   His hands kept caressing my back and my bum and it was a glorious sexual
feeling.   His hands then came around the front and started tickling my
stiff cock and balls and I just moaned before he started licking my little
hard rod which was sticking straight out and was as hard as iron.   He was
so gentle, so insistent and I was loving every minute of these sensations
which I had never felt before.

I held Frank's head and stroked his hair as he now sort of engulfed my
cocklet with his warm wet mouth.   I was truly in heaven.   Then as his hand
cupped and gently stroked my little ball sack his mouth was now sucking up
over my hard dick and I felt the most amazing feeling in my stomach as I
just entered another planet of ecstasy.    It was just too sensational for
words and I just "Oooooohhhhhh  Ahhhhed" as I reached a feeling which was
totally foreign to me.   Even although there was no white cum it was a
fantastic feeling and Frank knew I had reached a shattering climax.

Frank was now all loving and kept saying how beautiful I was and how he
loved me as he started to stand up.   He said "Please Stevo touch me."  I
then took hold of his very hard manhood which was sticking straight out and
I rubbed it gently up and down, I could hardly get my hand around it and I
actually used two hands at one stage.  Frank said `Oh yes please please
please just once more".  Then as I stroked him again for about 10 seconds I
felt his dick pulse in my hand and I could feel the `stuff' start to pulsate
up his

shaft and I could hardly see it but I knew some stuff was shooting out of
his cock head and it seemed to shoot forever.

I then took my hands off his shaking and pulsing shaft and I bent down to
pick up my shorts to put them on and Frank leaned slightly over and caressed
my bum cheeks and brought his finger up the middle of my crack a few times.
Now I was getting new sensations and I could feel myself getting really hard
again although I had hardly gone soft at all.  I leaned over longer than was
necessary because I liked what Frank was doing.    But then I stood up and
pulled my shorts up as Frank crushed me to his naked body but by this time I
was getting a bit anxious and I pulled my shorts over my little hard and
reached for my shirt and jacket.

Frank was by this time also getting dressed but I could see his cock
sticking out like a lamp pole from his body even as he pulled his undies and
trousers up over himself.  When we were both dressed Frank held me again and
said "Stevo you are not angry at what took place are you.  You wont tell
anyone will you...please."

I said "No Frank I wont tell anyone I loved what we did."  Frank said "Can
we do it again sometime ?"   I said "Yes it was so nice I have had feelings
I never knew I could have."

Frank then held me close and kissed me on the mouth again.   He said "Please
lets do it again, I can make you feel even better."   He then opened the
door and I ran out and down the incline and ran all the way home.

This was a true experience which I could never forget.  It gave me feelings
I treasure, it showed me the sheer pleasure of caressing another person and
I was sure at that time that boys were better at loving than girls.

I met Frank again a few times and each time it was just wonderful and we
also talked a lot and he taught me a great deal on what was pleasure and
what was `not nice'.

I hope you enjoyed it.