Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2005 05:34:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Llud Rakkaus <kolme_guy@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Congress

Last summer I was at a boy-lovers' congress. Don't drool much about it
guys. This was a scientific congress. Most reports were dull and boring.
Some topics seemed interesting though. A report on 'Theoretical
Conclusions based on Experimental Data Treatment of Intercourse of Male
Intergenerational Pairs from Ancient Times up to Nowadays', for example,
was expected to be rich with picturesque illustrations for practical use
but alas! There were only graphics and schemes with their 'sine qua non'
axes of X and Y, which could remind remotely phallic symbols to minds of
younger scientists who would start to rub their members absentmindedly
and stopped doing it when one of the police men monitoring the Congress
would cough tactfully.
The most essential part of the Congress was the time after dusk, when the
vigil watch was gone home to their straight-arrow families. Our hotel
being a secluded place with a heavy padlock on the gate, a flock of local
hustlers would nevertheless linger about in search of advanced techniques
to improve their skills.
The scientific itch in some boys is really astonishing, I must say. Thus
no obstacle, be it a gate, fence or a wall, seemed to resist to their
scientific eagerness for collecting experimental data in a voluptuous
intercourse with one or two horny participants of the Congress.
But there was a conventional rule: no kids past 11pm in premise! So
inhabitants of hotel who were not still exhausted created informal groups
to trade experience of their own love affairs.

Here is a story told us by one of them. I want to share it with other
guys of our field.


Mike's Story

<<

It was summer vacation and I was 15. My boyfriend Bob who was about 17
was out with his grandparents for the whole summer! and I was missing him
badly. He had been my first and only experience. Thus I was to trust my
sex to my own hand and I jacked off like mad (believe me) to abate my
sorrow. Every day there was almost the same agenda - listening to hits or
watching TV or going to bathe in a river nearby or helping Mom in our
small household or just lingering about our little town.
One sunny morning I was about to leave for the river when Johnny my 10yo
neighbor came running and asked would I please take him with. Johnny was
a nice tyke but very annoying as well. Being bored like I was he had
clung somehow to me little by little. We played cards or draughts
sometimes or making small talks. Once I fixed his bike. His mother
treated me to a liver pie and he respected me much thereafter. I was
indulgent to him, not more. I did not perv on him - honest!
Taking him with me was no good idea. That would deprive me of spying
after naked guys on the beach, assessing family jewels in their swimming
pants and getting horny myself. I always took a pack of cards with me and
played solitaire hoping that one of lonely guys on the beach would make
me a company.
I felt sexy about cards; you know there are 'married' Kings and 'single'
Jacks who are 69-ing and making breathtaking orgies in my imagination.
Besides, I knew many card tricks. It was Bob who had taught me cards and
had become my friend through them. But this is not Bob's story.
From time to time a handsome dude headed to john, and I would follow him
to steal a peep on his dick while peeing. For this purpose, I always took
a big bottle of some drink to have a good reason to take a real leak. But
I had no pluck to entice with anyone.

So my spy mission seemed spoilt with a tyke at my side. His mother never
permitted him going to the riverside with no company, as he was a good
bather but a bad swimmer. I gave my consent grudgingly. Happy as hell he
raced home to warn his Mom and take his own bathing bag.
After half hours walk through the rising heat we were on the beach at
last. We hurriedly stripped down to our swimming pants and dashed into
the cool water. I crossed the river twice while Johnny splashed in the
shallows. Then we splashed together. Then I took out my pack of cards and
we played some rounds. Then we exchanged our sandwiches and devoured them
washing them down from my bottle.
Then we ran into the river again and I started to teach Johnny to swim
supporting his pelvis and chest with my stretched arms. While I supported
him, he would swim all right. The moment I removed my arms he would sink
like a soaked chicken.
I did not fumble him - honest! There was a cute firm ball sack and a nice
cocklet dangling about; that's all I could feel with my forearm. What
else could be expected there?
"You are a good swimmer just because you have much shit in your belly
that helps you to float" - he mocked at me and dashed out of the water. I
could not stand the insult and rushed after him.
Soon I caught up with him and gave a smack kick in his ass. He spun then
tumbled onto the sand with me on top of him. We lay face to face. I did
not know what to do next so I pressed him with all my weight to the
ground.
"Friends?" - I asked faking stern voice.
He wriggled helplessly and teased me with his put out tongue.
Here I opened my mouth and almost kissed him to my dismay. Fortunately he
turned his face away and whispered.
 "Don't fuck me-ee!"
I was embarrassed, maybe I was humping him instinctively, I did not
remember. What was for sure I was inflating.
I hopped up and ran hurriedly to the water with smart assed Johnny
behind.
"I'm a better diver than swimmer" - he said and made me stand waist deep
in the water with my legs apart. He plunged under my crotch and spun
several times first around one leg then around another. I looked at him
from above and I liked the view and felt a stir in my groin again.
Suddenly he tugged at my pants and pushed me into the water.
I was in panic because I lost my balance and nearly lost my pants in the
water current. I dived bare-assed after them several times and
fortunately got them. There was animation among people mostly girls
around us that were curious what would follow next. Pulling my pants up
awkwardly (and it was kind of deliberate awkwardness of an
exhibitionist), I rushed after Johnny who was sitting in our place
crouched, his hands on his head, murmuring - sorry Mike, don't lynch me.
Faking angry looks, as I was assumed to, I was laughing my ass off
inside. Axe-like I hit lightly Johnny's neck with my palm. He looked up
meek and mild and asked - "Friends?"
"Friends will go home now, as real friends never let their friends down"
- I answered gloomily, barely disguising a chuckle.
"Let's play cards Mike, I do behave now, promise!"
"Forget about games, we're going home!' - I felt bossy on him. I
regretted the moment I had said it. I found out myself in a rut-like
position, which I could not turn off without losing my dignity.
I took dry undies, both his and mine, and headed to a changing cabin. He
shuffled my suit reluctantly. We pulled off our wet swimming pants and
wrenched them dry. Here I noticed him gawking at my shrunk privies and I
blurted unexpectedly for us both.
"If you behave yourself I let you suck it a bit, will you?"
He blushed and was meek and silent. I was silent too and felt more than
revenged.
"OK, OK, forget about it, it was a joke" - I assured him messing his head
on our way home.
No word was shed more. What he was thinking of I did not know. As for me
I was stroking lovingly my naughty little Mike from time to time,
promising to give him a good ride at home.
We approached my home and I was about to quit, when Johnny pulled at my
hand.
"Am I behaving myself?" - he blushed and murmured almost inaudibly, not
daring to look into my eyes.
I have always been slow wits. I did not understand what that mysterious
question could mean and why this little guy felt awkward. I was petrified
when my lucid 'little head' gave me a clear explanation. Now I held his
trembling hand in mine and was blushing myself. My legs about to buckle
up I nearly passed out. When I recovered somehow I hastily pulled him to
my place.
I don't remember details. I acted like a robot. My mind was blank until I
felt my cock in his parched mouth. I sighed with relief for the first
time. Johnny was sitting on the toilet clutching my cock root with both
hands, my shorts and pants on the floor, my foreskin pulled off, his lips
around my shaft, having taken in almost half of its length.
Slowly first Johnny worked with his jaws producing saliva and coating it
about my acorn with his swift tongue. I did not budge. I stood still,
flexing and relaxing my abs and enjoying the sight under me very much.
Then Johnny started to bob his head clumsily little by little, washing my
prick in his spit and taking it down.
He took his toy too deep in his mouth and almost gagged, scraping
slightly the inner side of my stretched foreskin.
"Mind your teeth ass-hole" - I moaned.
He took remark into account and looked into my eyes like a guilty mutt.
Assessing his poor skills and feeling about to spunk, I said.
"Let me do it for you. You just keep my dick in you mouth and swallow.
I'm over soon."
I put his hands on my hips, grabbed his head with my hands and started
fucking his face in a rabbit-like manner. And very soon in deed, my sperm
rope after rope hit Johnny's throat. He had nothing to do but gulp my
jizz hurriedly. I froze still holding his head tightly and enjoying the
afterglow.
When my cock subsided somehow Johnny just spat it out of his pleasant
mouth.
"You are fucking bastard Mike. You nearly smothered me with your dirty
hammer. I did not mean to eat your babymakers; you forced me to do it.
Real friends don't let their friends down you told. True friends never do
gross things to their friends." - he complained.
Bare-assed I was sitting on the floor close to him. I was weak and happy.
I pulled him down from the toilet and cuddled him at my side. He was
limp. I knew he felt miserable, I had to encourage him.
"Shut up Johnny. We did to each other what real friends do. It's not
gross, it's love Johnny. I'm grateful to you and I love you Johnny."
I stamped his mouth with my lips as confirmation of my sincerity.
"Really Mike? You don't feel nasty kissing my lips after you've fucked
them? Tell me Mike."
"Silly tyke! You're like my little brother now with my babymakers in you.
Though you did not like them. Eh?"
He did not reply, he gave a wet kiss on my neck instead. My ass felt
stiff on the tile floor. I started to rise pulling up my shorts. Here he
stole one more kiss - on my bum cheek this time. I smiled back
approvingly. Unlike me he was a quick wits I thought.
"Let's have a snack." - I said.
We were sitting face to face at the table eating cold wieners. Wieners
seemed sexy to me, so I took one in my hand and started to smack kissing
it around, staring at Johnny. Johnny blushed and giggled. I started to
suck on it and he burst laughing. Then he took his wiener (a Wienerwurst
from his plate I mean), opened his mouth wide and pushed it straight in
his throat.
"Stop it Johnny. You may suffocate to death with it." - I was horrified.
He took it out and replied looking arch.
"A bit of training won't harm" - no more blushing, wiggling like a
mischievous monkey.
"My wiener is attached to my ass, that's a difference." - I shouted. I
was reasonable as hell sometimes, even to my own self.
"Will you take a lesson?" - I added murmuring with honey-like smile.
"Horny again you dirty sod?" - mock challenge in his voice.
I ducked under the table, caught his bare foot and put it on my crotch.
First he thought I was going to overturn him. Now my erection found, he
was feeling it with his toes cautiously, impudent grin on his face.
Suddenly he ducked under the table. Before I knew what he was up to, he
squeezed between my knees and started kissing and licking my hairless
thighs. Then he buried his face in my groin rubbing my bulge with his
cheek through the cloth. I caressed his head and moaned in anticipation
of a weird blowjob.
I put my thumbs under the waistband and slowly started to push my shorts
down. He jerked up to let me do it and almost knocked the shaky dinner
table off of its legs with his head. It was a hard knock, I must say. He
groaned with anguish and fell on the floor; tears flushed out of his
eyes. Here I was with my fantasies crushed down this time.
I picked him up in my arms and carried him to my bed. He was a bit skinny
and undersized for his age so he was not a heavy burden for me. Or maybe
my pity on him doubled my strength. I scurried back to the kitchen and
returned with a block of ice from the fridge. I applied it to his sore
crown and kissed his face soothingly. The more I kissed the more he would
bawl. And I was enjoying his crying to my surprise. The louder he bawled
the more I kissed him expressing my compassion.
The ice block was freezing my fingers and growing smaller and smaller;
melt water trickled on the pillow. I did not lust about him now; I felt
tenderness, that's what I felt. I was admiring his lovely face. He looked
so fragile and vulnerable.
I licked off salty tears from his face. I squeezed his wet nose with my
lips and sucked in. To my amazement I did not feel nasty about it. The
flavor of blend of his juices tasted like his cum in my mouth. Salty and
sweet, I was savoring it. He stopped bawling and chuckled when he was
aware of what I was doing.
"You're nutty perv Mike! I'd vomit if I'd eaten somebody's snots" - he
looked at me with that shit-eating smile of his.
My feelings were hurt. I jumped up and looked angrily back, ready to
squash and shred his puny carcass. He had always been amiable. What
happened today? I thought. Of coarse I wouldn't ever hurt him. But he
wanted to wind me up and see my wrath. He covered his face with hands and
pulled up his knees like protecting himself.
"Take it easy Mike!" - dismay in his voice. - "I have been loving you
since long ago, since that fight with Bob. Want me to eat your snorts
too? Want you? Just for fun, just to prove it? And I've sucked on your
dick and I've eaten your cum and kissed your ass, do you remember?"
I flopped back on the bed, turned on my side and pushed him to the wall
with my butt.
Almost two years passed since that fight. Bob had been bulling me much.
Once I picked up my pluck and attacked him ferociously in the schoolyard.
He did not fight back; he just surrendered, constricting me in his arms.
And here . . . our friendship started. Sorry again, for it is not Bob's
story.
Meanwhile Johnny wrapped his arm round me, tucked his snotty face between
my shoulder blades and was talking and talking. It was for me like a
sweet lullaby. I almost dozed off when he asked.
"Do your remember fixing my bike?"
"Uh-huh"
"Do you remember, you went out to pee?"
"What the heck Johnny?"
"I peeped on you through a crack in the shed wall."
"So what?" - I was alert.
"You took out your hose, you pulled back the hide off of your dick; your
dickhead shone pink two inches away from my nose. I loved it. You hit
that jet on the wall outside. Straight into my eyes!"
"Sorry kid, I had no notion" - my mouth parched.
"Shut up Mike! Guess what I did?" - valiance in his voice.
"What you did Johnny?" - I heaved, butterflies in my belly.
"I put my open mouth to the crack and lapped up what could come through."
"Really kid?" - I spun round to face him. He closed his eyes and nodded
his head. I knew he had done it. He stopped talking and sobbing. He
sighed with relief.
"Poor little fuckling" - I stroked his back gently.
I could not follow changes of his mood. His mood seemed to change every
five minutes. I'm slow wits! I know! How could I help it in deed?

>>

Here Mike stopped crooning his story. There was an earsplitting silence
in the room.
"What was next?" - dared to ask one of us.
"I'm not good in story-telling, colleagues. It's too late now. Let us go
to beds. I hope to hear somebody else's story next night."
Disappointed we left for our rooms.