Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2000 11:39:02 CET From: Chaim B. Subject: Being-just-a-boy (1 and) 2 Being just a boy 1 (supervised, "new") and 2. (Nog net een jongen 1 & 2) Nifty and ASSGM: adult-youth Reactions are very welcome: bchaim@hotmail.com Thanks to those, who gave their reactions on my first part. I do write back if there is any sense. English is not my mother tongue. If you want to help me to make this stories more "english"... you are very welcome. Jus mail me. Thanks to Michael (He is my writing mate, thanks) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you want just my new part... go on till the line :) You miss some lines... it is up to you. This story is (partly/mostly) true. [Er zit mijn jeugd (een tijd geleden)in dit verhaal] And to answer the questions. Yes, it is true. I changed the names, my parents are not at home; they left me with Maarten, who took good care of me. Breukelen is really a little village between Utrecht and Amsterdam (at the river Vecht, close to the Loosdrechtse plassen, some nice lakes) and yes, the house is still there. We own it in a way, but can't live there (it is far to big). It was a hot July day, me and my uncle Maarten worked up quite a sweat getting our sailing boat ready for the summer. I was nearly a teen, just a boy. My name is Jan. That's my name at school, for friends. We live in a little village at the lakes, Breukelen. Brooklyn if you wish. (Yes, there is a historical connection). I live between Utrecht and Amsterdam, in the Netherlands (Holland). Some people asked me, take a (good) map and look at the river Vecht between Utrecht and Amsterdam. Maarten was 19 years old or something. In my eyes Maarten was realy a big man, a grown-up. He is looking after me when my parents are not at home. My parents are never at home. I think so, anyhow. Maarten is a student: he is in the day in Utrecht, being with his friends, other students. He wants to become a doctor. Working, painting our sailing boat, we wore both nothing more then our shorts and T-shirts. Sweaty, we worked hard and it was a warm day. This is the beginning of my story. Maarten is not realy my uncle. He is just a friend of the family. He lived in our house, because he studied at the university and he was in need of a room. The city of Utrecht, and his Universty, are very close to our village. He has been my idol for all those days, weeks, months. Maarten was a sportsman, tanned, strong, with long black hair. I was (still, but grown) just a boy. Smooth all over. A lad. I was in grade two of an Dutch High School. Now... :) I did well... just in my exames. Maarten is very friendly to me, taking interest in all the things I did. He still is. He was (and is) always willing to give me attention. I think he is beautiful. The most memorable times were, when he wrestles with me. I loved it when he took me: touching me everywhere and holding me, pinning me down to the floor. His big strong body above me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I will tell you my story. "Hey, Jan, dreaming again?" Maarten shouts at Jan. "Sorry, Maarten!" Maarten smiles at Jan. "That's ok, boy." His big hand pets his blond hair. "Come on... we did enough for today, let's have a swim, shall we?" "Yes, sounds great to me!" We both walk from the boat to our house at the water. "Get your swimming trunks and join me as soon as possible!" Maarten said. Jan smiles, he hurries to his room to get his speedo's. Without thinking he returns with them, in his hand, to Maarten's room. Maarten is sitting on his bed in his jockstrap. Looking up to Jan, surprised. "You did not change, Jan?" Maarten asks "Oh, shit, sorry..." "No problem, lad, change here" Jan looks at Maarten with some puzzlement. Jan does not know what to do. Getting naked in front of Maarten? "I do not know..., maybe I should change in my room" Maarten grins. "You think I have never seen a naked boy before? Do not act stupid, I am a boy myself, remember". Jan can't help himself, he is looking at Maarten his big cock in his white jock, he needs no proof for his statement but... he can not help himself. Jan mutters "OK, if that is fine with you" not knowing how to react. He feels he is geeting a red head. Maarten looks at the now trembling boy. He smiles. His big hand is wandering over his smooth strong chest, down to his crotch. "It is time you learn some facts of life, Jan" Jan does'nt know how to react. He knows all the facts of life, he thinks. He bought (actually took) a playboy, and saw the naked women. It did not turn him on. Every morning waking up, he has a boner. He tried to masturbate... but he couldn't cum yet. The feeling was great, but nothing came out. It was thrilling to hide the Playboy under his bed. He dreamed about Maarten... he loves to work, wrestle, be with him. Nothing wrong with that, isn't it? "You want me to teach you some new things?" Maarten smiles at Jan. He is surprised that the boy does not know his way. Sex is for Maarten his life. Being 18... having hormones. Maarten is gay, queer as a whistle, he knows that for himself for years now. Not feminine, not at all. He likes Jan a lot. He loves the boy. "Do you want that, Jan?" "Sure!" Jan does not know what to do, what to think. "Do you want me to tell you? Or to show you...?" Jan is looking at Maarten with big eyes, not sure he heared him correctly. His heart rages. What is this big man offering? He is getting a boner... oh, shit... he can not help himself. He stands there, inches away from Maarten. Sweating like hell, with a boner in his black boxer shorts. No way to hide it "Tell you or show you? I asked you" Maarten smiles at Jan. "Show me and tell me... but show me!" Jan reacts without thinking. If this is real. Please, let it be. "Please..." Jan begs. Maarten smiles, he speads his strong muscular legs wide apart. He whispers: "Ok boy, come here, between my legs" Jan shakes, but he walks over to Maarten. "Jan, before we go any further, listen carefully, I saw you looking at me, no problem. I am looking at you all the time to be honest. I like you very much. You are really a friend. I think I love you!" Jan does not what to do, what to think. Maarten is loving him? His mum lives him, his father. He doesn't know. Maarten? Maarten is stroking the back of his black boxers now. Jan's boner is pointing directly at Maarten. Jan looks down. "Sorry, I can not help it, sorry!" He feels uncertain... a little kid... he wants to be a man! Maarten smiles, his open smile. He grabs the boy at his naked shoulders. "That is fine boy, it is great, no problem at all, it shows our friendship, do you understand?" Maarten puses his waistband of his jock down a little bit. Jan can see his big cock in his white jock. "I have a boner myself, you see" "I think so", Jan mutters, feeling a little bit better. Maarten pushes his jock farther down, slowly. The smooth cockhead inches more and more into view for Jan. Maarten takes a deep breath. He strokes Jan's naked body. "Come and sit between my legs". Maarten puts himself more on his bed, sitting against the wall at the top. He guides the boy between his strong hardly hairy tanned legs. Maarten feels the heat of Jan his naked back against his teen swimmer chest. He waited so long for this moment. He is stroking Jan's chest, feeling the boy everywhere. "You are so beautiful!!". Maarten his hands are going down now. He feels the boy's boner in this boxers. "Can I?" maarten nodds at Jan his boxers... "Can I take then off?" Jan nodds. He wants this big man. He wants to be naked. He still doesn't know what, how, but he wants Maarten, he wants everything. Maarten strokes Jan's boner through his black boxer shorts. His hand wanders around. Feeling the waist band. His hand slips inside. Maarten takes Jan his smooth cock in his hand. Jan sighs. "Ooooh" This feels so good! "Can I take them off?" Jan nodds, "Yes, please!". Jan feels Maarten's big hands pushes at his waistband. Taking it down, then shoving it belowe his still smooth, low-hanging balls. He lifts his butt to make it easier. His smooth erect cock and balls are in the open air now. It feels so great. Maarten is stroking them... "Beautiful" Maarten whispers in his ear. Jan can not believe his ears. Beautiful? He? His smooth useless cock? No man, no nothing, he is just a kid. He can not be beautiful! Maarten is beautiful! Allright, but not himself. Maarten is stroking his body. It is feeling so good. Jan's body is feeling hot and damp. He can not move. This is life. This is heaven. Maarten strokes the naked boy between his legs. His own cock is rock hard. Feeling the boys nipples, his stomack, his smooth cock and balls makes him crazy. His cock leaks pre-cum like a fountain in his jock. Hell. Jan is hot and willing. Maarten waited for this moment. Jan turns around. His naked little boner presses now into Maarten his strong tanned chest. Jan's tongue is in Maarten's neck. Kissing him everywhere. Jan his knee is direct at Maarten his boner. Hitting him hard between the legs. "Aahhh" Jan climbs into Maarten. "Boy, be careful" "Sorry... sorry" Jan mutters. "No problem, lad, just I want my cock intact", Maarten smiles to his boy. "Can I see yours?" Jan is eager now. "Of course", Maarten puts the boy on his feet, standing up himself, "You want to do it?" "YES" Jan is taking the waist-band of Maarten's jock with both hands. Slowly taking them down. Maarten's big erect teen-age cock, seven inches strong and erect bare. Jan is looking up, into Maarten's eyes. His eyes are pleading. Maarten smiles... "OK Jan, kiss it if you want" Jan looks at Maarten's big boner. He looks at those hairs... the big balls, thight on Maarten's body. Jan his little lips are going down. Jan his beautiful blond head, bends forward, his great smooth white butt is coming up high. Jan kisses Maarten's glans. Licking the pre-cum. Not knowing what to do. Just doing it. Enjoying every second. Jan tastes the bitter sweet cum from Maarten his cock. Nobody told him. But he knows. He takes Maarten cock in his little mouth. Sucking! Sucking Maarten,..., hell, Sucking... hard. He puts his hands on Maarten's butt. Sucking him in. Jan wants it all. He loves it. Maarten feels his cock boiling. He waited so long for this moment. This is great! "Watch your teeth, Jan" Jan reacts no more. Jan sucks, not using his teeth. Maarten thrusts his hips forward, into this, his, beautiful boy. "Aaaaaahhh, Jan, boy, ahhhhhh" "Stop it, I come!" Jan wants him to come. He does not know exaxt the maening of Maarten's words. But what ever, he will do everthing to make Maaren feeling good. Jan is not listening just sucking. He wants Maarten to come. "Aaagh...... " Maarten takes the lad's head with both hands. He can not help himself. "Oh gosh boy, take it, take my load" "Agggghhhh" "Aaaaaaaaaaa!!!" On his knees Jan takes the cum of Maarten. He swallows... swallows... This is heaven. Jan is in heaven Maarten is... Maarten strokes Jan's hair. "Good boy, you are my beautiful little Prince!" Jan's cock isn't touched. Not yet. His little smooth balls are full of cum. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------***Just a boy 2*** ------------------------------------------------------------------------- He is feeling so hot, so horny. It is all s new to him. Maarten takes his smooth shaft in his hand. Both looking at his cock. Maarten strokes the head. Some fluid comes out. "Did I piss, myself?" Jan askes with a lot of embarrassement. His head is red as a beetroot under his very blond hair . Maarten smiles, "That's what we call 'pre-cum'. It makes things smoother when you are beathing off, or when people fuck, don't worry, it is wonderfull and will help us". Jan feels the blood rushing through his body. Maarten looks at the boy. He wants his boy to come. "We will take it slow, Jan, you will enjoy it, do not worry" Jan's body is giving him a lot of feelings. Jan doesn't know, he can't think any more. His rigid little cock is drooling now, he can't help himself. Maarten is stoking his glans, he rubs the pre-cum all over. Stroking Jan's cock gently. "Oohhhh, please" Jan whispers, "YES, please!" Maarten leaves Jan's cock now. "No, boy, the first time you will do it yourself" Jan looks very frustrated at Maarten. "Stroke your own cock, boy..."Jan takes his own little white steel-hard meat. It looks so small compared with Maarten. "Use both your hands, boy, stroke your cock with one hand. Grap with your other hand your beautiful smooth balls." Jan is following Maarten's leads. "Massage your balls... it will not hurt, I promise" As for Jan, he was lost in another world, he felt so good! He strokes his cock, takes his balls. He groans. Maarten smiles down at him. "Don't stop boy, just continue, whatever I do, just let it come, Jan" "beat yourself off" Maarten sucks his own finger. He brings his fringer at Jan's tender spot, between his smooth up-lifted balls and his ass. He strokes the boy. "Maarten, I'm gonna..." Maarten's wet finger is now at Jan's sphincter. Just touching the boy there. Maarten knows better. He can not enter Jan now. Jan loses control. He groans. "Just let it go!" Jan felt desperate... his little balls in his hand are now against his body. He is pumping his little cock. It feels so good! He, his balls, his cock, his body: everything is boiling. Maarten strokes his ass. "Ahhhhhhhhh..." he gaspes. "Cum boy, cum for me!" Jan his cock shoots a huge amount of watery cum. Little spurts are coming from his cock, all over his chest and stomach. "Ahhhh... help me" Jan yelles, continuing to pump more out of his joung cock. "Ohhhhhhh!" His young body is shaking. His breathing is out of control. Then it is over. Jan's body is still shaking, he breaths hard and is sweating all over. Jan is smiling at Maarten. "I did not piss, did I?" Maarten laughs. "No, my dear, you came, you had an orgasm" "Really did I come?" Maarten is stroking no the cum on his chest. "Yes boy, you are a man now, just like me!" They hug each other, Jan's cum is in secs all over their bodies. We better shower now. They hug each other once more. "Sorry, I made a mess, Maarten" Jan says. "Oh, my boy, I'm just proud of you! You dis great, you are great!" They walk to the shower, still naked... After a quick shower we dressed and went outsite. Maarten in just a silk black pair of Nike shorts. No underwear, he likes his teen cock stroking the cotton. It cost some persuasion, but Jan left his underwear also in Maarten's room. He feels funny, just in his red shorts. They lay on the grass close to the water. The sun is hot, lovely on their skin. "Maarten can I ask you something?" "What ever, Jan, I will to answer everything" Jan is thinking. He had a very good time. Maarten is great. His teen, strong body, gives him a boner again. "Can we sleep together, Maarten?" Maarten smiles. "If you wish... but you are sure, you want that?" Jan his eyes are closed. He sees everything of this afternoon as a film at his own eyelids. "I am gay now?" Maarten smiles at Jan. "I do not know, maybe, is that a problem? Jan, I'm gay, I like it... I like you. We had love together, we did things together. But, you go your own way. If you meet a girl, no problem" Jan is thinking about Maarten's words. "It must be great being gay" Jan mutters. Maarten looks surprised at the boy, and laughs loud: "What do you mean?" Jan is smiling: "What we did was great... so it must be great to be gay!" Maarten laughs: "Yes, I... think being gay is great, but you are great and beautiful, you can not know now for sure boy, just let it be.". Maarten graps Jan his naked shoulders, looking at his smooth chest. Jan just in his red loose fitting shorts. He sees Jan's smooth balls peeping out of the legs. Maarten sucks his finger, looking at the boy, so close at him. He brings his wet finger up to the boys smoothless legs. "Aaah" Jan reacts, when he feels the wet finger stroking his leg. His legs are in the air. His shorts are now thight around his strong little buns. "It tickles! Stop it.." "I just can't" Maarten says. "I love you!" "I love you to... I do not mind, just wondering; we are doing gay things don't we?" Maarten looks serious into Jan his eyes. "Yes, do you mind?" "No, why should I???" Maarten is stroking his legs putting them to Jan's ears. Enjoying the view. Jan, just in his red loose shorts, but now thight around his beautiful ass. Maarten can not help himself. His teen cock is totally erect in his black Nike shorts. His hand is stroking Jan his behind. "You are a beautiful kid!" he murmels. "It is nice this way.... I like you, I love you, stroke me..." Jan says. Maarten takes his hand between the boy's legs. Stroking the little boner in Jan his shorts. He is getting himself on his knees, supporting the boy's ass with his legs. "Aaaaaaah" Jan can not help himself. His boner is trembling. "Oooh" Maarten goes on, stroking the boy. "You can come, anytime you wish, Jan" "Ohhh, I will come into my shorts... I can't help..." Maarten is drinking in the sight. Stroking this eager boy. "Let is go boy, do it for me" "This is great, Jan, I like it!" "Aaaaaaaghhhh" "Be my boy, come for me in your shorts" Jan feels, he can not help it, his little balls vibrate against his now thight shorts around his ass. He feels Maarten's knees at his buttocks, his strong hand stroking his little eager cock... He can not help it. "Aaaaaghhhh" His legs in the air are spastic. He cums in his pants. "Oooooooohhhh" Jan is whailing. "Aaggggggghhhhhh, I'm cumming" "Shit, I CUM!" Maarten looks at Jan. He loves this. Stroking Jan's little cock through the red cotton of his shorts. A little wet spot is visible in Jan's shorts. Wet at the tip of the boy's little cock... Jan is giving his load The wet spot is growing bigger and bigger. First just wet, not some white fluid is coming up at the red cotton. He feels Jan's cock still spurting. Jan is filling his shorts with fresh cum. Maarten bents over to kiss the boy. "Do not worry, we have a wash machine, be happy!" Jan is looking into Maarten's eyes. "This was so fucking great!" Maarten strokes the boy' leg's putting them down to the grass. "Good boy!" Jan is confuesed "I came in my pants!" "I love that Jan, just relax, enjoy" Maarten is putting the boy close to him. Stroking the wet spot. "Mmmmmmmm, you are great" They drifts into sleep. -------------------------English is not my mother tongue ... Doing my very best, still: if someone is very good in English, and want to edit my texts BEFORE I put them on Nifty and ASSGM. You are very welcome! Thanks in advance! -------------------------You want me to continue? Mail me at: bchaim@hotmail.com Reactions are welcome in English, Afrikaans (baie), German and Dutch.